Friday, December 29, 2006
We pass the guards as easily as we passed them to enter and before I can say auf wiedersehen we have entered the craft and are leaving Iran. I can't help but think I will never be able to enjoy flying another jet or helicopter ever again.
"You will not be sad. Now that Project MIMIR is including Shamballa into its jurisdictional framework, you will have access to this craft and others like it."
"There are more like this one out there, here on Earth? I thought yours was the only prototype?"
"This is one of 7 craft which are operational and which have been constructed. As you can see not that many are necessary because the travel times can be reduced so drastically. Already we have landed and are back at Shamballa."
I'm on cloud nine, yet I wonder if Shamballa will have to undergo another purging. Every time the facility steps up its classification, some folks are told to take a hike and I always dislike that part of the equation. Already twice now I've watched as a dozen or more get walking orders. The facility is always hurting for weeks afterward.
"Don't worry. You will have a say in the displacement process. We will be bringing a few newcomers to Shamballa and some will be like me."
"Alien? Fascinating.As you probably already noticed, I can't help but wonder just how many aliens are working for the Agency. How many know this?"
"There are a number, but it changes constantly as folks return to their home-worlds or are assigned to other planets. Probably about 20-30 at any given time. And as to how many know of this relationship that number slowly keeps increasing but is still well under a thousand."
I try and create a mental partition quickly. It is tough to stop thinking as a train of thought starts, but I'm getting faster. I wonder if she has a 'boyfriend' in that group of 30 and if I'm getting ahead of myself in thinking that our past relationships were either exclusive or long-lasting. Nothing would be worse than competing with an advanced telepath who knows your every thought as you think it and can outmaneuver you left and right. It's like speaking a foreign language and being set up for pratfalls by the jerk-squad.
There you go again, applying human behavior and thought patterns to folks who are not human and who, to be blunt, are quite in advance mentally of the 'jerk-squad'.
Look at me Tech1.
Look into my eyes.
Feel my thoughts...reach in and grab them..."
She is mentally embracing me with her mind. It is suddenly the most tender place I've ever been. Her love...her love for me is, is... indescribably wonderful. Each thought is pure and full of love. Her thoughts are revealed in depth and she allows me to see and understand the reasons why she loves me. What also is revealed is how long she has waited in this lifetime to work with me, as she has followed my career and already known of her destiny to work as an interplanetary liaison since she was a child.
My mind is completely open to her. I feel her comfort and balance my lonely thoughts. Shayla is like a healer rushing to points in my mind that need the most urgent help. And I find those same spots in her mind. Her tender mind is like an angel's caress. It's far better than physical relations. In fact, it is so much better that I realize this is what advanced beings do to show affection and that the procreation part is separated.
"Yes, you know now, again. and let us remember..."
She pulls forth some of our lifetimes together from the mental folders where they fit in. In Atlantis we shared mind too...and later in Egypt, before the Pharaohs, but after the sinking of Atlantis. We have been a team, a duo through history.
Suddenly, I pull back in my mind as I recall a particularly nasty death as we were both disintegrated by a weapon in the hands of a traitor to the Atlantean government. It seems so real, as if it has just happened, yet it was over 16,000 years ago! The shock. The dislocation.
I realize we are apart again. And then I feel her enter once more.
"Yes, that last part was not as enjoyable as it could have been. That is galaxy maxim - men on your world, or mine, always seem to find a way to bring love to a premature ending."
She is laughing in my mind, but it is a warm, loving, laugh that tickles my brain and is backed by thoughts of true love and caring.
I gaze at my surroundings and realize how much more I am using my mind, rather than my eyes or other senses. We are back and two security personnel and the acting Director in my absence, are awaiting for us to disembark. I see the night stars. Billions of them. As the hatchway opens I get to walk down the ramp with Shayla and for me the Earth does stand still.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Link to full size letter here.
PS I wanted to make sure the timestream I returned to was the same one I was leaving and so this time I mailed myself a letter. Guess what? It arrived today less than 24 hours after my return! The letter carrier was all freaked out and said that this letter had been kept in a 'special letter' cabinet at the Phoenix main Post office for over sixty years! They made me sign for it as if it were certified mail.
So now I don't have to worry about being in another parallel universe. Those can be VERY annoying! The sentiment on the letter is very important too! FREEDOM for ALL nations - a nation building, "freedom for all people on Earth" roadmap was the mindset of the Americans of 1942! None of this "quagmire" nonsense and slavery/dictator loving for people of the 3rd world as supported by Europe today! In 1942 the Europeans understood the dangers of dictators and now they make deals with them at the UN and promise support just to secure oil contracts! It's sickening.
More later...wishing everyone a merry Christmas or happy holiday or just a great weekend!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
And a happy Thanksgiving to all my readers, be they American or from any other nation. Thanksgiving is just another concept. A time to attenuate one's mind to more positive things. One need not direct thanks to any particular deity, but merely recognize you are part of a bigger picture - and even though it may not seem like it at times, a vast number of folks care about you and your well being.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Earth is a completely messed up world.
This type of thing has been seen before on a smaller scale. The fall of Rome as decadence set in is an oft-cited example of the latter days. And while today's Romans play with their Sony Playstation 3's and ipods meanwhile, the barbarians are at the gate. In America and Europe we see this quite clearly. In fact, the hordes are already streaming in and dictating how things should be run from now on. Whether it be bhurkas over every woman or Spanish translation over every word makes little difference. And for our entertainment we have Youtube, the ultimate voyeurs lounge - a place where TV, video, theatre, families exploiting their kids and the peeping Toms of the world can watch endless hours of unreal reality from their chair.
And why is materialism at an all-time high? Because spiritualism is at an all-time low. Religions, pretenders to the title of spiritual pastimes, have been caught with their pants down or encouraging bloodletting. It's hard to imagine anyone alive who doesn't realize a whole lot of Catholic priests are child predators and that something is very messed up in this church. Likewise the fundamentalist Christians with their anti-science dogma and high-profile homosexual shenanigans hardly can claim some great enlightenment or spiritual understandings. The dark side of Islam has been in the media spotlight since 9-11-2001. Yet, despite all these revelations, religion still claims BILLIONS of adherents all over the world.
These folks have picked their chosen particular brand of ignorance & hypocrisy, and more likely it was chosen for them by their parents, and their family many generations long dead before the internet, ipods, TiVo and even useful electricity. Many folks religions were chosen for them by ancestors who still believed the world was flat and the center of the universe!
Such is the plight of man and his spiritual dearth. In the absence of knowledge of what came before life and arrives after death - you have guesses and fairy tales.
So man is insecure. HUGELY insecure. Playstation 3 and the millions of gadgets that will be invented in the future will merely act as time-wasters - placebo distractions for lost minds who know only how to live for the moment. As books fall out of fashion and a strange techno-sponsored-illiteracy takes hold creating very shallow minds, we will see even fewer philosophers than there already are.
Sure we have bloggers, commentators, preachers, reviewers and columnists - but philosophy and great insight on that most important issue to every single person alive - the human condition - is sadly lacking.
There are a hundred and one false gods and in the absence of gods, money and the things it can buy becomes the default deity. In this utter lack of substance, sexuality exists almost solely as a commercial tool, the center of the exploitation universe.
So what's this 'sermon on the blog' leading up to? What do I advocate as a solution to this decline, decadence and lonelygirl15 watching? How can the world stretch it's mind, learn the secrets of the universe, learn what happens after they die and learn how to evolve off the Earth after enough reincarnation?
That's easy - read this blog.
No donations accepted - this is a public service for the planet Earth. This is my old Alma Mater and I've come back to give a few speeches, attend a few graduations and teach a few classes.
And if you have any earth-shattering questions that no one else can answer, don't forget to send them to the email address. In a future entry I will be answering some of the questions I get here. It should be both entertaining & educational.
Your friend in truth,
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Our covert operatives have obtained this grainy testing ground spy-photo imagery of the new 2007 GMC PLANET SCOUT planned for a mid-year introduction. It appears that the latest Suburban platform is the base of this special edition for the 35-40-something demographic.
New GMC Planet Scout
The roof mounted satellite dish reportedly picks up 4,345 channels and also broadcasts and receives GPS signals while two small revolving lights on the roof act as warning flashers in the event of an emergency. Newly designed Gold Optiflex Windows are designed to filter all harmful UV radiation and are global warming radiation certified until 2020. Our source inside GM informs us that the new glass is resistant to either small arms fire or 3" and smaller meteorites - whichever you may encounter. The Planet Scout is projected to have a starting price of $184,000.
We did an informal poll of SUV owners as to their reaction and based upon the response it should be an overwhelming success. Here's just one example of the positive response the image of new model generated:
"Yes! Finally GM got it right! The Cadillac Escalade, GMC Yukon XL and the Ford Expedition were close - but this...THIS is what I have been waiting for all my life! I really, really, really want one and I want to drive it in the sand! And I don't want to share it with anyone!"
Monday, November 13, 2006
"You don't realize it, but your mind constantly engages in comparisons. And then you personalize this and bias it. It's a package deal. knowledge is important but you can't bias those who have it positively and those who don't have it negatively. You will end up biasing all you meet in an imbalanced manner."
I realize she is unlocking my mind and many of my relationships with people. I have always surrounded myself with those who have greater knowledge and information. My role as the Director of Shamballa has always put an emphasis on intelligence and information. I realize that power and position are often totally interlinked with these two factors.
"Yes. You understand somewhat. All these things you have made your life's work exist in your mind with a positive overbias. You have yet to realize the negative aspects of such knowledge, or have failed to let these aspects balance the positive overbias. On my world there are many who have much knowledge, many have more knowledge than I could hope to attain in this lifetime, and yet I do not engage in comparisons or allow this to upset me."
She is right. All too often, being the one with the most knowledge in any setting is a very lonely place to be. I suddenly become aware that my attraction to Shayla is based not just upon beauty, or her kindness, or even her sense of humor - but on the depth of her knowledge and wisdom. For the first time in a long while I get to be the village idiot. I am torn between shielding these thoughts from her, but I am way too late in the thought process to do so and feel her mind already answering my concerns.
"Relationships on my world are based on total honesty. We don't conceal aspects of ourselves with the ones we care about like folks do on Earth with abandon, and we let these thoughts out, so that they can be analyzed and shared. Marriage and divorce on my world do not exist. We have no rituals based in religions, but spend our time with those we are most compatible with and with whom we can benefit. On your world folks get married and hardly even know eachother. You already know me better in this short period, because of our mental joining, than most married folks do after 10 or 20 years. You see the way my mind works. The way each thought leads to the next, you feel my concerns as I feel yours. On a world with total transparency one does not have millions of poorly conceived joinings and our offspring bear the result of these intelligent and compatible unions."
I find myself agreeing with her completely. As a matter of fact, I have found she is agreeable on almost every level. Suddenly it occurs to me we may have known eachother in previous lives, and that is why we can function in tandem so easily now. In an instant I see a huge laboratory built on a cliff face that extends out over the ocean. It is magnificent. A huge opening in the center of the lab opens to the ocean hundreds of feet below. The salty mist from the raging sea fills the air with crisp moistness and above a translucent, crystalline dome exposes the moon and many stars. The dome is easily two hundred feet above and the architecture is unlike any I have ever seen on Earth and yet that is our moon. Besides me stands a woman who looks amazingly like Shayla, only her hair is concealed in a silver headpiece that exposes only her delicate features. I am wearing a robe like affair, but it, too, is metallic in nature and yet is so light I hardly notice it.
"Ah good! You are beginning to remember! I wondered how long it would take before our joining in this way would awaken these memories. Take a look here."
In one of the mental folders lies the history of Atlantis, its origins, its development and at its peak its relationships with several other galactic worlds. The laboratory I see was one of the Atlantean research facilities that was also home to a teleportation center - the means by which folks from other planets within the galaxy traveled to Earth! The facility was equipped with craft that could travese the planet as quickly as Shayla's craft does, based on much the same technology. Shayla was a visiting scientist who helped transfer alien technology to Earth.
"So you have been visiting Earth for some time now, it would appear. Our relationship is not new really either. We knew each other quite well then too."
"Yes. We worked together you and I, for the benefit of the people of Earth. That was true then and it is true now. That is why this is at all possible. If we had not you would be, very likely, in throes of a mental breakdown after the experiences of the past day."
As she speaks, more images pass through my mind. Scenes of great beauty, majesty and wonder. I am standing upon her world with her, she is showing me the cities from a distance, and they look like jewels. The cities have amazingly intricate geometric patterns and I sense each has a specific purpose and yet also beauty in its design. I see spaceports and centers of learning and everywhere a lush vegetation that does not resemble Earth's in any manner. It seems like I have seen it before and with her mind alongside mine, I have. Each building has meaning - each plant a name as does each city. It is beautiful beyond compare and suddenly ,without warning, I compare these to Earth and our world's cities appear like junk yards and so very temporal. Our world is hundreds of thousands of years behind her world, and yet now I know there was a time when Earth was not quite as backward as it is now. We had space travel, teleportation, relations with other worlds and much more technological development. We could grow buildings out of crystal with directed energy and an incomparable knowledge of molecular and isotopic relationships. Its color could be controlled, clarity, strength, etcetera. Diamond like strength with ruby like beauty all grown in minutes. Wood, concrete, glass and metal are just slightly better than the cave man era. Earth had no incurable illnesses, as directed energy was also applied to cancellation of all viral & bacteriological infections, cancer cells, dystrophic conditions, etcetera.
You begin to understand the bigger picture now. This world has atrophied. It is very sick and has reverted in its evolutionary progression. You and I have a job to do and it is much bigger than the Agency or any governmental body. We have a responsibility to the denizens of Earth to help disperse this knowledge, in a gentle way, to the masses.
I do understand. This is bigger than Odin, Shamballa, Valhalla or project MIMIR. The Travelers flame and Shayla's constant presence in my mind has awakened a part of me long since forgotten. It's like waking up from a deep sleep. I feel parts of my brain tingle, that I have not felt before as if at long last parts of the brain that were already designed for usage now get a long overdue workout.
"Yes, the human brain has much more potential for data capacity than anyone on Earth now understands. Since we have been in contact telepathically, a portion of your brain, we call the Ashuma, has been activated from near dormancy. This portion allows for two or more thought people to share thoughts and acts somewhat as a memory buffer in a computer. The flame has increased your synaptic centers' frequency bandwidth and thoughts of more refined and intelligent nature can be produced, leaving the more emotional, imbalanced thoughts behind."
I stand up and realize we have been communicating here in the flame room almost completely unaware of our surroundings and of our bodies. In this isotopic state our bodies seem to take a backseat to the mind. Shayla is looking at me and she is smiling a beautiful smile. Her eyes are sparkling and her gaze penetrates my soul. I feel my body shudder, almost like a shivering, and I realize it is responding to her projected mental energy. I try, as best as I can to return the positive signal and I can't help but smile as I do so.
"Welcome back, SDAI-Tech1" she thinks.
"Thank you Shayla, Thank you so much - it is good to be back. We have so, so much to do!"
"Yes, we do, but it will be great fun."
And as I look at her, and feel her presence within, I couldn't agree more.
(To be continued!)
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Who is really behind the insurgency? Today, we will have another behind the curtains look at how the post-invasion turned into an insurgency and who really stands to gain by a continued insurgency. Before I'm through we'll see that France, Germany, Belgium and Russia are very likely involved in sponsoring the insurgency to push the US out of Iraq so they can resume their criminal operations and exploitation of the nation and reclaim tens of billions of dollars of free oil per year.
According to the Volcker report, during the UN/Euro 'Oil For Food' scam 858 million barrels of oil were smuggled out of Iraq between 1991 and 2003. It's easy to assume most of that went to Europe with a street value of roughly 40 billion dollars. Russia has its own oil. According to Saddam's ledgers The Volcker report assumes 11 billion dollars in extra income was garnered by the regime. Only 4.5 billion in cash was received for this oil.
That means Europe being in bed with Saddam for 12 years saved them about 35 billion dollars.
That's a lot of Euros.
2200 Companies involved in paying 1.8 billion to Saddam for cheap oil.
Many of these companies were used by their respective governments to conceal their oil smuggling payment to Saddam's regime and as a bonus they were awarded contracts in Iraq. Let's take a look at a few examples:
Hey look it's Belgium - every terrorist's best friend!
"Brussels-based Volvo Construction Equipment paid $317,000 in extra fees to Iraq on a $6.4-million contract"
Refresh my memory, wasn't Belgium the nation that was trying to stop the Iraq invasion harder than anyone? And didn't they try to put Bush on trial for war crimes? Hmmm. I wonder why they are so angry with Bush? Could it be because Belgium is one of the most crooked nations in Europe, possibly on Earth?
Hmmm. Could be.
Siemens SAS of France? They were in on it too? And France wasn't too keen on invading either now, were they? Hmmm. Let's see what does Siemens SAS produce? Well, besides corruption, that is? Wow. They are into everything it seems. Lighting, aero technology, electrical-this and doodad that. I bet they did gangbuster business with Saddam.
"Jean-Bernard Merrimee, France's former UN ambassador, received $165,725 in commissions from oil allocations awarded to him by the Iraqi regime"
Hmmm. He figures if he's helping France get Iraqi oil for a fraction of its worth, he should be compensated for his troubles. Of course that's just the amount that could be proven the real figure is probably well over a million dollars.
Russia wasn't too keen about our invading Saddam's Iraq either. I wonder why? Oh, wait...here's a pretty good reason:
"Vladimir Zhirinovsky, who heads Russia's Liberal Democratic Party, received millions of barrels of oil he could turn around and sell for a profit, the report said."
Why, when you look at the period from 1991-2003 it looks like Saddam was a Santa Claus for France, Belgium, Russia and Germany! He was aligning himself with ALL the important players and insuring that he was immune from invasion. He even owned Kofi Annan's son. Kofi was under investigation too, but slick Kofi knew "nothing" about his son's activities for several years. So either Kofi is a pretty bad dad or a pretty bad liar, you can take your pick. As for me - I pick both.
If we look just at this list of companies who paid kickbacks to Saddam for 'humanitarian' aid, the same nations names come up again and again: France, Belgium, Germany, Denmark, Russia. Lots of third world nations too, but then again I don't expect much from Syria, Jordan or Lebanon.
The endless list of 'humanitarian' corruption
Not surprisingly, the world never put these nations' governments to the coals for this massive corruption - after all the global media is largely owned by these nations and it was quickly buried and forgotten - well forgotten by Joe Q. Public and Pierre P. Euro. Those of us who lift curtains for a living were well aware not just how corrupt these nations were and how they let millions of Iraqis suffer by their collusion with Saddam, but also that these nations, via their corrupt companies whose track record is dismal, are not beyond trying to reclaim Iraq and these billions of dollars worth of contracts via supporting and creating a viable insurgency.
Here is an interesting story about UN procurers linked to Al Qaeda:
UN Procurement linked to Al Qaeda
It's fascinating , isn't it? Could it be that some European companies are far closer to Al Qaeda than we give them credit for? And what good would Al Qaeda be to a company?
Let's think. Do they want to buy turbans and veils cheap? Nah. Perhaps they want to buy wholesale boxes of Korans to brush up on pleasing Allah? No, that doesn't seem right either. Wait, an epiphany! Could it be these companies are funding the insurgency to get rid of their corporate rivals in Iraq! Ding ding ding ding! I think we have a winner here!
Dummy companies are set up to fund Al Qaeda, to provide them money for powerful explosives, guns and ammunition. I have to admit - that's ruthless European business savvy for you - if Iraq is in the hands of America and your former contracts, and new ones, have been doled out to Halliburton, what better way to show your displeasure than to set up a company to funnel funds to Al Qaeda? Naturally all such transactions would be conducted via dummy holdings with no trails to incriminate.
"Schreiber also had a link to the U.N. Oil-for-Food program in Iraq, as a legal representative of a Liechtenstein-based company called Napex, which was among those approved by the U.N. to buy oil from Saddam's regime under the 1996-2003 relief program. A report released last year by CIA chief weapons inspector Charles Duelfer alleged that Saddam's regime allocated oil to be sold to Napex in 2002, shortly before Saddam's government fell. There is no public evidence that this oil was actually shipped."
Hmmm. So a company that was approved by the UN to buy oil from Saddam was also linked to Al Qaeda financing! Why is it that never made the mainstream news circuit? Listening to the news I thought there was NO WAY Saddam was in bed with Al Qaeda? But if this company made tons of profit on the UN 'oil for food' scam - then it seems Al Qaeda could have been getting rich at the same time too.
So the UN 'oil for food' program might've helped pay for 9-11?
All these guilty nations and a guilty UN. No wonder they were so quick to send their condolences - and likewise no wonder they never wanted the war on terror to involve Iraq.
But the question still remains, who is providing the money and funds to the insurgency? First the insurgency was using primitive explosives that could only kill a few bystanders and now they can afford weapons grade explosives that take out fifty or more people at a time?
Isn't that strange?
Again - who is financing the insurgency? Clearly these folks are the bottom-feeders of society. They can't be native Iraqis, because native Iraqis wouldn't so gleefully finance the killing of innocents in their nation. Could it be Iran? Sure, that seems logical because they want to have another Shiite theocracy next door. But wait a second...aren't those explosives blowing up Shiites? Yes. That doesn't make sense then, does it? Why would Iran blow up the people most sympathetic to them? So scratch Iran. They are probably too busy with their breeder-reactors anyway, to spend too much time or money on Iraq.
Hmm. Turkey? No, otherwise Kurds would be slaughtered. Syria? Jordan? Possibly, but wait! These nations are drowning in Iraqi refugees - why would they want to further increase their burden. So scratch them off the list too.
Let's follow the money again...who stands to gain if the US stands down? Well let's see, Halliburton would bail out and Iraq would need BIG companies to handle infrastructure contracts again. Halliburton has already earned some 16 billion dollars in contracts since the post-invasion and is earning upwards of 6 billion per year! What nations beside the US have experience in providing infrastructure for Iraq?
Russia, France, Germany, Belgium.
6 Billion per year plus billions of dollars worth of cheap oil? My. That's quite a motive.
What nations never supplied troops for Iraq?
Russia, France, Germany, Belgium.
My that's quite a coincidence, don't you think?
What nations media are screaming we must leave Iraq? That our invasion of Iraq was 'illegal'
Russia, France, Germany, Belgium
So there you have it. Just a bit of curtain lifting. If we want the insurgency to end we have to take on these nations, their companies, and their dummy proxies in Iraq. They want cheap oil and they want billions of dollars worth of contracts.
It's all just about spreading the wealth.
It's not about Islam. It's not about Israel. It's about money. LOTS of money. Money big enough that some immoral nations are willing to kill Iraqis and American soldiers to obtain it.
Sure, I may be wrong. But these nations, corporations and the very same people, have 12 year track records of the very same corruption and sacrificing hundreds of thousands of innocents.
These same people who were profiting obscenely for 12 years were rudely interrupted in 2002. That's a long time. Folks can get to count on those illicit profits after that long a time. And why on earth would these nations and their corporations, who could watch Iraqi children starve and tens of thousands of others get massacred under Saddam, even blink just because 2900 US soldiers and a few hundred thousand Iraqis die?
As one of the Volcker committee members mentions, folks lives are in jeopardy. The folks involved in UN/Saddam corruption are absolutely ruthless and folks who were interviewed knew the corruption led straight to the top.
So let's cut to the chase - how much should we give France, Germany, Russia and Belgium to get them to stop financing/creating the insurgency? If they were making 40 billion apiece per year in 'free oil' and contracts, about the only way we can get them to cease and desist is by getting the newly minted Iraqi government to offer them at least 25 billion apiece in 'free oil'.
100 billion dollars a year could make the 'collapsing, civil war, quagmire - insert your favorite Euro-media catchphrase here' go away. Or we can just pull out and let them grab it anyway. Either way will bring stability, but only the US actually cares about Iraqis and their fledgling democratic government.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
"Greetings human. We are The Travelers. We arrived at your world exactly 5 million, four hundred thousand and sixty three years ago. Very primitive, barely sentient life was present and we conducted a program of nurturing and education so as to make such life forms now capable of clearer sentient thinking. We helped nurture various tribes all over the world, many which had evolved from slightly various different species and genus of animals. Nature does this spontaneously so as to provide an ample genetic material for building a world of diverse sentient beings without already creating genetic cancellation."
All the while these words resonate in my mind, pictures of the various gorillas and chimpanzees that evolved beyond their packs are clearly flashing through my mind's eye. The travelers laboratory aboard a gigantic, city sized spacecraft is also visible and the laboratory is enormous with thousands of bed like platforms where a beam is being projected into the heads of these very savage primitives. The beam is a form of mental stimulation.
"We remained upon this world for fifteen thousand years and helped nurture the first cultures in areas you presently identify as China, Africa, India, South America and another 2 continents which no longer exist upon this world. The rudimentary education of life was taught these various cultures, including the nature of the sine wave and of energy. The continuity of life through reincarnation was also taught to the various tribes. Once these tribes were safely past the possibility of reverting to the animal state or being killed by the many numerous beasts, we departed to let your world follow its own course without further interference."
Shayla's presence in my mind becomes yet stronger. She knows the questions to ask.
"Where are all the remaining monuments left behind by the Travelers?"
As if in answer to her question, a map of the world appears in my mind's eye. 3 various locations besides this one in Iran appear. One is in China, another is in South America and one exists somewhere near the center of the Pacific Ocean, presumably under water.
"Reveal the history of this planet since the Travelers left."
Shayla's mind is completely joined with mine now. It's almost as though she is shielding me from something. Then it hits. A stream of imagery, facts, dates and events. It is nonstop and overwhelming. I feel my mind struggling to process the flow and find Shayla there holding me up, mentally. I watch as cultures rise and fall, as leaders rise to power, rule and die. Countless civilizations Earth history presently has no recollection of are streaming through our mind. I am aware of Shayla as she classifies and orders all this data into distinct categories, sub-categories and sub-sub-categories. Her mind is almost computer-like in its efficiency and speed of processing.
And then it is done. I pull back my hand out of the flame. The flame itself seemed to know when to end the transmission.
For the next minutes she silently shares her mental folders with me and it organizes the data in my own mind. I still can't get over how wonderful it feels to have her presence, her very mind with me in this manner. I wonder if I will ever get fully accustomed to it. I straighten up, mentally, and exert my thoughts to process the enormous amount of data. My head hurts. I never knew the mind could contain so much information. My consciousness is stratifying the data, into a broad overview and compartmentalizing all the smaller details which had been revealed. The Earth's history has apparently been recorded by this flame, by an unknown mechanism and the highlights of all cultures, leaders and major events is now buried within my mind. A new sense of awareness and completeness fills my mind. Everything makes sense. I can see how each culture in the world today arrived at their present point. It is amazing.
(to be continued)
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
"Today we will visit the flame completely unperturbed."
I see the mountain range which contains the ancient cavern. Several teams are in position and sensor scrambling camouflage tarps have been erected to conceal folks and equipment that are holding this treasure for the United States. Iranian horsemen patrol outposts which guard the various desert approach routes.
The craft hovers motionless less than a hundred feet from the cavern entrance.
"Are you ready? You are going to get to play Casper with me."
Her mind makes clear her meaning. We are going to be invisible and still resonating in this higher isotopic state.
"How is it the craft can keep us invisible even when we exit it?"
"The ship generates a field that will sustain this state as long as we are within 500 yards of the ship."
"What about passing through the ground? How will we meet any resistance?"
"I've adjusted the rate of vibration so that we will not pass through the other lower vibrating elements. We will be merely out of the bandwidth of visual perception."
"This should prove very interesting."
"Yes, your sensory abilities have been enhanced by this elevation. Your visual acuity for example is greatly enhanced. The rods and cones cell structures in your eyes will effectively double their sensitivity. Each cell now has enhanced performance."
"That explains this sense of elation I feel. Everything just seems very uplifting."
"Yes, in this state, lower thoughts don't resonate as well with your cerebral cortex and your body is adjusting to the refined sensory processing and more data. In less than an hour you will be able to focus your senses to perceive things you never dreamt you could perceive."
"What about the reversion process? Will my cells retain any of these abilities or does it all vanish in a puff of smoke?"
"Most of the enhancements will vanish, but the record of them as experiences will not. It is like transferring data recorded on a computer with a faster processor and then transferring them to a slower computer. They still exist, but are accessed in a more limited manner."
We emerge from the craft. It is a strange sensation to feel the air and breathe with this new relationship. Air feels heavier and yet the body barely seems to need it. Breath comes slower, and one is conscious of it, much as one is when at higher elevations. The guards are not very alert as the outer perimeter is where the first action would normally occur. Several are playing cards on a fold table that has been erected near the cave entrance. Clearly the import of the cavern is lost on these folks for whom a full house over three of a kind is the only Holy Grail they seek.
We pass through the entrance and I see that artificial flood lighting has been installed all along the cavern tunnels fed by extension cords and powered by the latest portable solar/gas generators.
No one is inside, which is understandable. Shayla is beside me. I see her just as easily as I see myself, but to the guards we're invisible.
Shayla is in my mind and I see what she wants me to see. With our minds linked I feel the things she sees and in some ways I can perceive through her senses as well as my own.
It is fantastic. I never would have thought two people could be so close and have only known each other for 15 hours and 36 minutes.
Her mind is a very orderly place. Her thoughts that she shares with me are of the other flame rooms she has seen on at least fifteen other worlds. I am suddenly aware she is a seasoned galactic traveler. I meet some marked thoughts that indicate the border of that which she wishes to share.
"Yes, I have traveled to many worlds and seen a number of flame rooms. Each were built on worlds that were still savage and in primitive conditions. Each room serves as a repository of information about each particular world, it's place and location in the galaxy and a record of the visits by 'the travelers'"
"You mention the travelers - who are these beings?"
"The travelers are a very old race. They come from a world that is near the older part of the galaxy, billions of years older than the outer rim. A world that has traveled and explored the growing galaxy since before this world was even formed. They are tall, averaging between 11 and 15 feet in height and they act as world makers."
"Yes. They find and nurture planets with primitive life forms and help spur the advancement of evolutionary conditions on the worlds they travel to. If one finds a flame room on a world, one can be certain that the civilization on that world was founded and nurtured by the travelers."
I find it hard to imagine that humanity has its origin in some strange alien travelers. And yet even though all this is overwhelming, it still makes more sense then the Adam & Eve story which on the face of it is impossible due to the inbreeding which would have resulted from a planet evolved from just two people.
We arrive at the flame room itself. The flame is still pulsating, gyrating in it unearthly way. And a moment of fear strikes me as I recall what happened the last time I touched it.
"You need not fear the flame. It is a very powerful stream of knowledge. In some ways you can imagine it as a hard drive connected to an internet. It is what the travelers leave behind when they leave a world. It is a source of knowledge, history and for those who are so able to use it - a communication device."
"So why did I pass out when I touched it?"
"You passed out because your brain was not able to process all the signals at one time and because these signals activates parts of the human brain that are not normally used. This requires additional blood flow and then the body overcompensated calling up more blood than needed and then trying to balance it, which resulted in your fainting. This time your elevated state will let so much more data flow through you."
She intends for me to reach into the flame again. There was also something else about the flame and why she can't get as much out of it that quickly raced through her mind and was too fast to pick up in detail.
"Why can't you get the same use of this flame? You were thinking about it but it was not clear"
"Each world has its own flame. The flame uses genetic markers as a conduit for data. In laymen's terms this flame is keyed to humanity. My genetic make-up will not activate the flame. And yes, this is why some will feel nothing from the flame, if their genotype was not encoded when the flame was built."
I realize suddenly why she is in a mind link up with me and why we are in this elevated state. She intends to use me to extract information from this flame and in our joined state all I experience and learn will pass thorough her astute senses as well. For a moment I suspect her of deception and manipulation and my thought can't be concealed. I feel her pain and hurt as I think it.
"I'm sorry. My mind is trained to weed out deception an treachery."
"I understand. I do wish to use you to extract data, but not just for me or my world, but for humanity and earth as well. Without my help you would never be able to learn of this device or extract its priceless knowledge. My world accumulates this knowledge as well and has compiled its own growing history of the galaxy from these flame rooms we have encountered."
I understand, It is very logical. We would surely do the same and are doing the same on a national level. After all, this is Iranian soil and we are extracting data and artifacts without the Iranian governments assent or knowledge. Who am I to judge a world that extracts historic knowledge from other worlds?
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. And anxious too, as you can tell."
I reach out for the flame...
(to be continued)
Monday, September 18, 2006
"Pleased to meet you!"
"This is a test. How well can you keep a conversation going on two levels?"
"The pleasure is all mine. You have a wonderful facility here."
"I hear you. I can't really say as I don't think I've ever tried."
"We are working on those glyphs right now and Tech1 is being a tyrant about it."
"Oh, how so?"
"So you are a virgin of sorts when it comes to telepathy multitasking"
"Well, our meal breaks have been cut down to 20 minutes from 30 for starters. And he keeps calling me Jimmy Neutron. That alone should be grounds for improper work conditions!"
"I wouldn't say I'm a virgin."
The conversation stops. All eyes look at me, and I realize I spoke aloud what I had meant to transfer mentally. Shayla turns towards me and laughs aloud.
"I think you need more practice big guy!"
"What? What did I miss?"
"Don't worry Jimmy, this is between me and our distinguished guest."
That's just great. Now, I will never hear the end of it."
"Your mind is cute when you're embarrassed."
"Well, then I'll appear cute quite often, when you're around."
One didn't need telepathy to know what was going through Jimmy's mind or the other parts of the team. I forced those thoughts out of my head and refocused on MIMIR. I half-suspect that MIMIR already has this glyph deciphered as well as far more knowledge about this world than we have compiled here in Shamballa. To be precise, I wish we had been integrated with MIMIR sooner, so that any redundancy in research could be avoided.
Clearly an EXOR has now brought these disparate sectors of knowledge together, yet for the first time in a long while, I feel out of the loop - even though I am more in the loop than I've ever been. Its discomforting, to say the least.
"I think we should return to Iran and visit the flame again. I will brief you a bit en route."
"Do you want to fly or shall I warm up a plane?"
"I'll take you onboard my craft. It will be far more convenient."
"Well, I will admit to being curious about the craft and it's abilities."
I put on a flightsuit and pack some survival gear. Entering a hostile nation, one must always take into account the possibility of being shot down. Weapons, ammo,ERGO Drink, Hooah! nutrition bars, etcetera. Our planes are already pre-equipped with such PERCs (Performance Enhancing Ration Components), and I suspect Shayla's craft is equally prepared, but it is SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) to make sure that certain supplies are always present. I also grab a PAQ-10 Thermal imager, targeting system. It can accurately measure targets and base them upon the current GPS location of the imager. An essential tool for calling in airstrikes or positioning spy satellites. Iran is a thoroughly hostile zone to enter and if the place were any more hostile it would be called North Korea and run by Mr.Il.
Fortunately, here there is no waiting for luggage check and I hoist a tote filled with gear over each shoulder.
Shayla's craft is incredible. As I walk up the ramp, I half expect to see GORT onboard.
"Oh, you'll find this craft is well beyond the crude imaginings of Earth's science fiction writers."
I look at the seats and am nonplussed. No harnesses, no seatbelts, even! Before I can even think the thought, Shayla is in my mind with the answer.
"This craft does not need them. The cabin never experiences turbulence or vibration. Trust me."
I keep looking around and realize that MIMIR really uses earth-built alien technology. That this is one of the best kept secrets of the government is obvious. More properly though, almost no one knows about MIMIR except those actually in it. Considering my own clearance had not cleared me to become aware of this until now, I suspect even ODIN only knows bits and pieces and the details are kept.
Shayla sits down and a small holographic console appears in space before her. A console of controls and data is displayed. With a few quick hand gestures, I sense the craft is moving and yet I cannot really feel any vibration only a mental sense of speed.
"What are the specifications of this craft?"
"It is very, very fast. It is very, very quiet."
I hear the mental equivalent of laughter in Shayla's head.
"That's not what I meant. What can this thing do? Surely as its designer you must take a certain pride in its performance."
"Well for one thing, in the time it has taken to have this conversation, it has taken us to Iran.
It is incredible. This is flying saucer level performance and its real. It is magnificent and uses laws of physics we obviously are only beginning to understand.
"How does the craft avoid detection? Speed? Radar evasion? Inquiring minds would like to know."
"Nothing so primitive. This craft generates a field of energy that envelopes all of its component atomic structures. When the generator is active, the atoms become new isotopes of their normal atomic weights, and carry a substantial charge. In this state, the craft meets no resistance from atoms in lower states. Radar, clouds, air and mass pass through the craft or vice-versa depending upon your point of view."
"You mean right now, our atoms have been turned into different isotopes? Is it permanent? Does it leave any side effects?"
"Yes, your eyes grow larger, your skin becomes peach hued and your iris has a spira mirabilis pattern."
I sense her laughter in my mind. It is rich and warm. Her thoughts are sweet, like a bouquet of fresh flowers. I realize how privileged I am to be aware of the things I am and I see the glorious future man has to look forward to when he is ready.
"Do you always think in such grandiose ways? Mankind! The future! Your mind sounds like Doctor Doom's mental journal. SDAI-Tech1, I am going to have to teach you how to enjoy the here and now, and the 'magnificence that engenders the present!'"
More laughter in my mind and more of the sweet essence. Her presence in my mind has already become normal. And to think when I first thought of MIMIR involvement with SDAI, I suspected the chief scientist would be a pompous fifty-something with serious control issues and that we would be batting heads all over the place.
I carefully place mental markers around these thoughts as I think them. She probably knows how much I already like her - and we haven't even been together for 12 hours!
Of course for all I know she has an alien boyfriend back on her homeworld who makes me look like the village idiot.
Or maybe she's an orphan from a world like Krypton, the last of her kind and all alone, battling evil. Suddenly it occurs to me she knew who Doctor Doom was and that she has read comic books.
That makes me feel just a little bit better.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Here in Shamballa, normalcy is the state of abnormal. Most of the time I wish I had five or six bodies. There simply is not enough ME to go around for the half dozen projects going on at any time. I feel somewhat guilty if I spend too much time on one project and will consciously disrupt my efforts to spend more time on others. Multitasking is one thing, but mentally sometimes I feel like my consciousness is being drawn and quartered.
I am relieved that briefing ODIN went well. A number of new EXORs have come down as a result of this and this world will never be viewed the same way for me and for dozens of others inside this particular compartment.
My buzzer goes off and I remember my appointment with the Chief Scientist working on MIMIR. I take an elevator to the surface. A plane I knew existed but never seen was about to land. Project MIMIR has unlimited budgeting, although practically it amounts to perhaps a billion dollars a year, if necessary.
The plane is huge and looks like two boomerangs joined at both ends, forming a hollow trapezoid structure. It is painted sky blue to avoid attracting too much attention. I see no turbofans and hear no engines of any sort. It lands effortlessly, like a feather using a VTOL style landing. A stairwell descends and for all the world I get the feeling the designers deliberately knocked it off of the spaceship in The Day the Earth Stood Still.
A figure descends in a metallic suit and helmet. I assume this is the Chief Scientist. I walk over to greet him.
"Welcome to Shamballa. That's a very interesting craft."
The Chief Scientist stops and removes the helmet. A rivulet of auburn curls descend and frame a face that is all hazel-brown eyes and porcelain skin.
The Chief Scientist of Project MIMIR is a woman. And not just any woman, an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
"Yes, it is my own design and uses electromagnetic pulse propulsion. My name is Shayla. You are SDAI-Tech1?"
"Yes. I oversee this facility. We have much to brief each other on."
"Indeed. I hear you made a most stimulating discovery in a cavern?"
"Probing the depths for treasures is just one of the things we do well here. However, of the accomplishments and technologies Project MIMIR has generated of which I am aware, I must say I have always been quite impressed."
"Thank you. We have been very fortunate to take in some of the best and most talented and let them loose on projects far beyond the conventional. Sometimes things have just dropped in our laps."
"Let us go down below, where we can converse more freely."
"Lead the way."
No one ever told me the Chief Scientist for MIMIR was a woman. MIMIR is one of the most classified projects and deals with extraterrestrial technology, time travel and has oversight for all things alien. There is something about her I can't quite put my finger on. Her auburn hair or her skin - or both. Something "realer" than real. Something that makes her glow somewhat from within.
We reach my office and I offer her a chair. She seems about 5'10 and now that I look at her eyes closer I see they are abnormally large, about 5% larger than normal I would estimate. And her skin has a vivid peach complexion and glow. Looks almost like a fake tan from a bottle or spray booth. Her iris is unusual, a pattern and cell structure unlike any iris I have ever seen. Suddenly it hits me all at once - this woman is not human!
"So which planet are you from?"
"I am afraid that is classified information. Congratulations though, as you are the fastest human yet to recognize the disparity. The eyes right?"
"Yes. The iris is most exceptional. Almost appears like a spira mirabilis pattern."
"I have contacts which I wear almost all the time. If we are going to work together, I wanted to see how perceptive you are. I accessed your file and I see you have telepathic experience."
Suddenly, I realize she has higher classification than my own. Which is rather startling. My file had been sealed and removed from almost all systems at the agency, or so I thought. I immediately sense her mind probe my own fundamental frequency and so I set up a clear area to converse in.
"So how developed are your telepathic abilities? Your file was missing several sections and only the overview remained."
"My abilities are nothing too spectacular. I can converse at a distance with folks known to me and folks unknown as long as I have a picture or other source to identify their fundamental frequency."
"Very good. That will make our working together much easier. Once one has shared mind with someone, one can tell exactly who they are and who they've been."
"Yes, mindsharing is indeed far more efficient than verbal conversing and there is not the same ability for deception."
"That's not entirely true. Deception is still capable of being performed and can be successfully employed if the minds are not of equal development."
This of course distresses me, because I know she comes from a world where such development makes my own appear rudimentary - like the speaking skills of a 4th grader next to a world class public orator. I don't get much chance to practice and the very few in the agency who do use telepathy are not much more developed as I am, if that.
"You need not fear that I will deceive you, and as a matter of fact I bring this up because I want to assist you in developing your own abilities."
"Something like a telepathy tutor?"
"Yes. Exactly. From this moment on, I want our communications to be entirely non-verbal unless we need to converse normally for others benefit. Is that acceptable?"
"Sure. I'll do what I can. I'll tell you upfront however, that I may not detect certain thoughts when I am busy. Physical activity and stress significantly lower my perception limits."
"That is what we will work on. I want you to have just as good detection and communication abilities as I do. In the future, we will be dealing with other races who are predatory telepaths. They will try and reach into your mind and extract secrets and knowledge from you and they will do so clandestinely, often forcing you to address two thoughts at a time or interjecting a thought and posing it as your own."
"Posing it as your own?"
"Yes. Like this."
"I wonder what she looks like naked.'"
"Hey, I didn't think that!"
"Yes, I know. I planted it there. You recognized it was not your own thought, but you would be surprised how many folks immediately accept suggestive thought projection or STP"
Suddenly I find myself wondering just how she would look naked and if she has any anatomical disparities underneath the suit. I cringe at this lower thought train that now interferes with my other thoughts and feel guilty for continuing the example.
"That is exactly why STP is so destructive. It is great for distracting someone and getting them feeling insecure or emotionally imbalanced. On my world, such thought projection is a criminal misdemeanor."
I suddenly realize the sheer scope of MIMIR and wonder how many aliens are working for the agency in this capacity. I am also concerned about these predatory telepaths she mentions. Folks like that on the Earth would be a disaster, a clear threat to national security.
"I want you to brief me on what happened in Iran. Just think about what happened. You need not linger on anything, I will pick it all up."
I proceed to relive the journey in my mind, the landing, the camels and the individuals we dealt with. At last I am again in the "flame room" and as I reach out into the flame with my hand I feel her mind and her hand within mine. Suddenly as the images race through, they have more meaning, I know this world of which the builders originated and I understand that this flame is indestructible energy.
At the same time, my mind drifts into her own thoughts and I see she has seen other rooms like this and that one exists on her home world. I probe that line of thought further and see an agency on her world that assigned her to Earth. Then I encounter a rather shocking and forceful mental barrier.
"You must learn to control your thoughts, unwelcome probes of the mind are tantamount to rape. If we are going to work together you must respect the subharmonic markers that clearly tell you what thoughts are accessible and which are off limits. I will excuse you this once because you are still an amateur, but do not let it happen again!"
I feel chastised and humble. Yet a part of me is very glad nevertheless. That is the first confirmation I have ever received that other worlds are working alongside our government in a knowing capacity. Then I feel guilty again for having betrayed her trust.
Her mind feels good. Very good. And very familiar. I feel guilty about that too and get busy setting up mental shields and markers of my own. I realize that my life, from this moment on, will never be the same.
Monday, September 11, 2006
"I have a speech to make and not much time. I've got the images in front of me here on my desk. What's the situation?"
"Sir we need to crossover with Project MIMIR. We've got an artifact here that is priceless and very important. There's technology here too - and it's working."
"Fine. I'll have the papers signed and processed within 24 hours and you'll have whatever resources you feel are necessary. You're sure...working?"
"Yes sir. Working. It's incredible and I'll give you a full briefing in 12 hours after we lock down the prize. Oh, and good luck on the speech."
"Thanks. They expect a high Nielsen on this one. Anyways, I expect your complete briefing in 12 hours. No later."
I disconnect my headset and try to relax. The images that flowed through my mind are still as vivid as earlier and I cannot shake them. This is the big one. This is the breakthrough we have awaited a lifetime for. The discovery every archaeologist would sell their soul to the devil for, just to claim as their own.
Mach 5 is turbulent. The reason SDAI has not yet activated the Borealis is because it's experiencing serious technical problems. Vortical turbulence at Mach 6 is beyond considerable and the prototypes are constantly being reskinned to perfect flight stability. The loss of two prototypes and a test crew has not helped things.
We navigate over ocean and into the Gulf of Mexico. Then a quick dash across the southwest. The blues of the gulf are always a treat as we race over the US Virgin Islands.
Soon we are back at Shamballa. Good news travels fast and already the laptop on my desk announces that 100 million in operating budget has been made available and that the Chief Scientist from MIMIR has left two e-mails. Several small artifacts we brought back from Iran are going to be laser-measured, cast-molded, imaged and indexed before they undergo rigorous lab testing. Shamballa is in a flurry of activity and as I enter the conference room I see the entire series of videos and images upon the walls and being replayed on monitors for the first batch of analysts.
These analysts all have IQs upwards of 150 and all work for SDAI. After having excelling in other branches and seeking more of a challenge, they arrive here eager to prove their mettle. Here they get to take on the most daunting tasks and the work environment is one in which constantly spurs advanced thought and out-of-the-box thinking.
Some of these kids I've already given nicknames. There's Jimmy Neutron the physics wiz-kid who can also speak fluent Japanese and seven other languages. He designed an atomic powered replacement to the SS manned orbiter capable of planet surveying in his spare time and is also responsible for a novel inter-earth communication system that avoids all detection and data loss.
Encyclopedia Brown is the walking encyclopedia and knows everything mankind has ever recorded. Asking him a question will supply you an answer faster than Google or Yahoo. He has a photographic memory and several other heightened abilities that were discovered when he was the first person ever to score 100% on the Agency's PSYESP test. And unlike Google he can plug apparently disparate items together and find their common link.
Then we have Isis. If you ever saw the original TV show back in the seventies, with the cheesy plots and hokey special effects - you would see that this girl is a dead ringer for Isis - I mean really! One of these days I'm going to give her an amulet to wear around her neck. She's a cryptologist slash linguist slash hierology expert. If anyone can crack the glyphs found in the flame room it's Isis.
All are already working on the data. Meanwhile, I want to decipher the images I saw in my mind.
My office is my sanctuary. It has all the comforts of home should I require them. Books, objets d' art, and recorded history sits on the shelves and a mini-fridge and a microwave are built into a handsome birch cabinet. Whereupon sits a circa eighties-vintage Krups coffemaker, when they still made them to last, and a permanent pleasant aroma. A daybed offers me a place to crash if I need too. But mostly I like to sit at my desk in this big leather chair and kick my feet up on my desk and think.
I create a mental list:
A) Alien visitations pre-dating earth history in the Iranian desert.
B) Alien "flame of life" installed on multiple planets by aliens.
C) Alien technology defies all known science.
D) Flame itself transfers data - but selectively?
1) Why didn't flame influence Iranian nomad?
E) Room that offers Earth's true history.
1) What was meant by "true" - implies concealment or misdirection?
F) Where did aliens come from? Where are they now?
G) Do aliens and/or other worlds harboring similar flames constitute threat?
H) Why did I pass out when I touched the flame?
I) Is the flame dangerous?
I see it all in my mind just as if it were written down somewhere. If I am going to brief ODIN in a few hours, I want to have it clear in my mind.
I keep bouncing back to the images of the strange city. Everything crystalline in appearance and colorful like a city made of jems. Tall beings 10 or 11 feet tall reside there. Is this the flame-builders homeworld? Is this a city they built on earth? If so what happened to it? Is it Churchward's Mu?
Many questions. Let's hope in a few hours the team has already made some progress with the glyphs.
Meanwhile, I will enjoy some fresh brewed hot roasted java.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Normally we get a 4 hour heads up before a major operation. Not today.
One of SDAI's mission objectives is only tangentially related to national security. It's the collection and analysis of objects that pre-date all recorded history or are made of materials that do not react to any known atomic elements testing. These objects are kept in various facilities around the US and the world. Shamballa, here has it's own warehouse and when I have the time I peruse these objects. One, a nude that looks like an elongated human female, is sculpted in a completely unknown metal that looks like translucent gold or silver, depending on which angle you look at it, is the only one of its kind in the world and I, and others who've tested it, seriously suspect it's not from this world at all.
Occasionally we get a break and the conventional military we have stationed around the world stumble upon artifacts. Our presence in Iraq has been a historical goldmine. I have sitting on my desk a sculpture carved somewhere carbon dating has placed between 55-65th century BC. A small organization has been developed to piece together this missing human history and come up with a timeline for the many thousands of years not recorded by current texts.
The Techs suit up. A custom B-1-SDAIB is already warmed up and on the tarmac. We have to break some speed records to get to where we are going. Fortunately, the SDAIB has two more engines than a conventional B-1B and is the fastest fuel-powered plane in the world, bar none.
We take off and it's like taking off in any conventional jet until the other engines are throttled once airborne, then it's like some huge invisible hand presses you into your flightchair and seems to squish you in place. Oxygen masks and full pressurized suits are worn in the cabin for safety sake and to provide proper oxygen/nitrogen rates. The pressurized cabin hisses constantly to balance pressure as the speed exceeds Mach 5 and you find yourself swallowing every half minute to ease the pressure change that disturbs the cochlear nerve.
"Where are we going?" Tech6 asks over the headset.
"To boldly go where no man has gone before." Tech2 answers and he begins to hum the opening music from Star Trek TOS.
En route Tech2 makes a quick dash over Egypt and we can see the pyramids, in our headset monitors, far below us. Fortunately, it is night and identification of this plane is difficult. Within several minutes we are entering Iranian airspace. Our course takes over desert and mountain regions with few villages. We have descended to 200 feet over the ground and have reduced to sub-sonic. No need to grab any locals attention with an ear-cracking sonic boom. It feels like we are driving on the ground. Tech2's piloting skills are a credit to the entire nation. My split-monitor in front of me now shows tactical maps of the mountains ahead.
Not a peep out of the Russo-Chinese designed Iranian air defense and tracking system. Good. Very good.
In 10 minutes we are landing in the vast Kasht-E Kavir salt desert. Fortunately, we have the very latest PEGASUS X4 quadro-landing gear setup. This allows us to sacrifice up to three sets of gear and tires with take offs/landings in unsuitable terrain and still have a final set to land with before servicing and repair. This is very good because all but two of the tires have burst and this 1st gear is no longer suitable for taking off. We emerge from the craft. I look around and wonder what treasure could be found in this desolate, arid region.
"About two dozen camels and riders are heading this way and they are heavily armed with...what look like...yes definitely Kalishnikov RPK-74's and some other unidentifiable stuff."
"The welcoming commitee."
I tell tech's 8 & 14 to stay with the plane and for one of them to activate the rotating high capacity gun under the belly of the plane. A C-130H Raptor is over the Caspian Sea after having come from near Baku, in Azerbaijan
"Good idea. One can never be too careful." Tech8 replies.
In three minutes the camels have brought our hosts to us. They are Iranian, but not friendly with the existing government and work with the US and other nations clandestinely. Several of the men have their rifles pointed at us. Our combat suits could take a few slugs if necessary, but I'd prefer not to test them out.
"Iyi -e doğru görmek sen! nereye yapmak sen gelmek!"
I ask where the leader is from in Turkish. My Farsi is very bad and sometimes it helps to speak a language both parties are semi-proficient in. Most of the nomads here will speak Turkish and Dari besides Farsi. The folks in this line of work also know and speak Russian fluently. My Turkish is very rusty but he seems to understand. He names a city that sounds made up: "Gonabad".
Our team and his men exchange Salams and we are to be taken on camelback to the object we have come to bid on.
I don't like camels. As a child they seemed fine enough. Reading Tintin and the Crab with the Golden Claws made them seem a fine alternative to a horse. (Only later did I learn Herge was Belgian...and you can trust a Belgian to overlook inhuman conditions. ;-) They are not! The smell! Camel odor is heinous and suddenly burkhas and face covering cloth makes a lot of sense.
"For King and country!" I shout as I mount.
"I did not realize America had a king?" The leader turns to me and smiles, "unless they now call him king George?"
"I'll be damned. Perfect English."
"Not perfect. But better than your Turkish!"
"My Turkish is good enough for Turkeys. So how far do we have to travel?" I ask.
"Not far - one hour's distance."
The hour passes slowly. After half an hour my olfactory nerve centers shut down. I can't imagine why anyone would ever go vacationing in Iran. I can't smell the camels now - or anything else. We travel through many mountain passes and the elevation gets higher. The camels struggle under the weight of both riders and our team and they wheeze through their big, ugly teeth and nostrils.
"Here we are!"
I get off and scan the scene. So many cubby holes for snipers and as I look up I see heads quickly moving out of sight. We still are armed but this would be a short firefight if these guys are not on the level.
"Relax! You are a customer. We treat our customer's very well. Like Sak's on Fifth Avenue!"
With this his men start laughing and guffawing. They speak English too and they find a store named "Saks" a particularly amusing US joke.
"So where is it?" I ask getting down to business.
"This way. Follow me."
Our team follows and around a huge boulder is the opening to a cave. It has been recently excavated, as I can see fresh sand in piles in the distance as well as digging, surveying and archaeological tools. I pull a flashlight out of a zipper near the top of my boot. There are torches lighting the way but the light is still very dim and hard to see in. We are descending and suddenly the tunnel widens and opens into a enormous cavern. It is gorgeous! Stalagmites of countless lengths and varied purple-pinkish-brown hues, formed over centuries and centuries, descend from the cavern roof. A steady stream of water, probably from the winter season, must reach this elevation and sink into this mountain cliff.
We follow a freshly made trail which leads to another tunnel off of the main cavern. Walls, ancient and smooth, appear along this tunnels passage. Hieroglyphs unlike any I've seen still clearly mark the walls. I pull out a digital camera and snap a few shots. All photographs I take are already being wirelessly transmitted to the Raptor which will relay them back to Shamballa and Valhalla. Even these mountain walls can't stop the cameras super long wave length transmission.
"That's nothing. We're almost there."
I return to follow and suddenly the passage opens up into an enormous seven-sided geometric room. It is unbelievable! The roof travels up to a prism at least a hundred feet above. The prism is catching daylight from outside and sprinkling it down here. At least I assume that is what it is doing.
The room is made of the same translucent silver/gold metal we've encountered in the past. It almost glows and as my flashlight passes the walls - the light - is regenerated! The light lingers in the metal and pulses...almost as if the metal is alive. An image of the earth is present along one wall! It is perfect! It shimmers with a blue green tinge inside this weird metal! Mathematically precise even to the tilt of the axis! Images of the beings who carved this are also present! They must be 11 feet tall and look humanoid. In the center of the room is a dais and on this dais is a flame. It looks unlike any flame I've ever seen before and is about a foot in height, 2 inches at the base and comes to a perfect point at the end, no matter how it pulses. It seems like a laser but it is far too variable and flexible. I cannot find what fuels this flame and I have the strange feeling it has been pulsing here for many millennia, unattended.
It is simply unreal. I've never seen the like. And I can't forget to take pictures! I start taking pictures of the flame and of the entire room. Tech2 is standing beside me, his jaw is hanging open.
"Captain, the technology here is far in advance of anything we have. I should say that whoever built this are as far above us on the evolutionary scale...as we are above the amoeba."
Then it occurs to me. This is not something we can simply pack up and take back to Shamballa. We could try to carve up and extract some of the wall perhaps, but it almost feels like that would be sacrilege, if anything could ever be sacrilegious. From experience we also know this metal is not easily carved up. It's apparent atomic density makes it tougher than diamonds.
"You like what you see? So what is it worth? We wanted to offer it to you rich Americans first. The Russians don't pay as well."
"It is hard to say. However based upon cursory evaluation I can offer you 5 million dollars."
"5 million? Too low. I could probably even get the Russians to pay double that!"
"Ok. Twenty million dollars. But we want ground support and security here for the next few weeks as we try to figure out what to do with this."
We shake hands. I unzip a pocket on my side and pull out 2 million dollars in 100,000 dollar treasury notes. Woodrow Wilson almost seems to smile.
"And now that our dealings are concluded favorably I show you the most amazing part of your deal."
Tech2 looks up nervously and reaches unconsciously for his XM8. However a quick death was not what our hosts had in mind. The leader walks over to the flame and puts his hand into it...
...the flame goes right through his hand as if it was not there!
I walk over to the flame and I pull off my glove. I slowly reach out towards the flame...and then I thrust my hand into it. It feels strange and unearthly and I sense it is the key to this whole room. Images start racing through my mind. Distant places, beings and cities from a world far removed from this one. Suddenly I can see the people who built this room...and in flashes the meaning of the inscription on the dais becomes ever more clear. This room was meant to be found by man. And when we decipher these walls we will learn the true history of this world...and this flame....this flame....is the eternal flame of life and it has been placed on this world and many other worlds like earth....
"Are you all right!"
I see Tech2 and Tech12 hover over me, concern in their eyes. I am on my back.
"You reached out and touched the flame, you screamed something and fell to the floor. You've been out for the past fifteen minutes and yet there is not a mark on your hand. Was it hot? Did it give you a shock?"
"I'm all right. Let's take some more pictures and then let's get out of here. We have to get airborne before dawn or there'll be hell to pay."
I get up and pick up the flashlight that had fallen down beside me. I see the light flicker above and as I exit the room I hear the howl of the winds as they pass through these mountain passes. There will now be sand and dust to contend with on the ride back...and of course...
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Nicotine is up in cigarettes by 10% across the board over the past six years. In what amounts to a morbid attempt to addict and kill more 'customers' the tobacco industry has decided to make their products even more addictive so that folks who start can't stop. And for the kiddy market the "Kool" brand of cigarettes has jacked up nicotine levels by 20%!
You know, I'm not a religious person, but there indeed are hells for folks who do stuff like this. Survival for the tobacco industry means widescale death after painful suffering for its customers. In a world where sane folks understand what tobacco does to your lungs and other organs - smoking is a form of insanity abetted by addictive chemicals.
I'm going to go to town on this entry. This blog is read by a good number of folks and so I have both an opportunity and responsibility to make a difference. So here we go.
Smoke is poison. It is the byproduct of combustion and contains countless chemicals which when they come in contact with living tissue - kill it. When I was in school I was shown the lungs of a smoker alongside the healthy lung. It made an impact on me, but I already was convinced as my grandfather and uncle both died due to tobacco. However, for those who never did have a teacher kind enough to show you what happens - let SDAI-Tech1 be so kind as to present the side by side here:
There are 234 known poisons in cigarettes. One of these is furfurol, one of the deadliest poisons known to man. The average smoke contains twice as much carbon monoxide in his/her blood than the nonsmoker. This carbon monoxide poisons the entire body - every organ and gives a sickly pallor to the skin.
Models who smoke to stay slim age their face an extra 3 years for every five they smoke. So a 26 year old model who has smoked since 16 looks 32 and her career is basically over. Ever wonder what happened to Paulina Porizkova, Linda Evangelista et al? They destroyed their careers early with cigarettes. The smoke from cigarettes attacks and destroys the eye tissue while adding crows feet to the surrounding skin from the constant squinting a smoker must do as they smoke. Now the magazines who dare to show them must pay the re-touchers a bonus just to start on some of these former "supermodels" who have been addicted since they were kids.
Did they see the photos of the lungs when they were younger? I doubt it. You see it's not just the lungs that become that black and poisoned - it's everything. In the South Sea islands at the turn of the last century there existed some tribes of cannibals would regularly attack and eat unwary visitors. However, they would not eat the body of a smoker - as all the smokers body is poisoned throughout with chemicals that made them violently ill.
So the smokers are addicted and by increasing the nicotine levels the tobacco companies are saying "Hell yes! We are going to force these folks who we've already hooked to smoke until their last dying breath. and insure that anyone who starts will be a customer till they die!"
Cheap cigarettes, cigars, chewing tobacco and all designed to make money while knowingly and intentionally destroying people's health.
I see kids start smoking when they are 13 and it nauseates me. Stupidity is nauseating. That their parents smoke is most likely. That their parents are stupid and/or painfully addicted is also likely. Yes, I know, it's not like me to call folks names - especially when its clear that there are forces who work hard to insure these millions of folks are addicted to nicotine and cigarettes.
I do make exceptions.
This is YOUR wake up call.
If you are reading this (and this will be a top rated entry in the search engines under smoking and nicotine as soon as it goes up) and YOU smoke it is up to YOU to stop. There are no coincidences. No chance. You read this because you were drawn unto it. You needed to read this and some of the as yet unknown information it contains.
I am not your mommy or doctor. And for all I know both your mommy and doctor smoke themselves.
We are going to create another ball of light here. It is immense and it surrounds you as you read this. It cleanses your body of lower elements and raises your fundamental frequency to such a point that for the next few minutes you will be inaccessible to lower obsessive elements. This light is linked to the most high parts of the infinite universe where beings millions of years in advance of the average human reside, work and assist others. This light will also condition and prepare you for what I am about to reveal - which requires me to insure that all who so continue reading are both preconditioned and protected.
I know a lot more about the addiction and the obsession entities that smoke through folks so addicted. Here I will describe what merges with smokers as they smoke.
A smoker never smokes alone. He/she is always a host. Addiction is stronger than just nicotine because the possessive smoking obsessions develop a repetitive thought pattern with which they almost literally control your mind. Every smoker who dies and goes out in limbo often become temporal parasites in the astral planes. They hover and are drawn to things they know.
They know sex.
They know eating.
They know smoking.
They know drinking.
By far and large the four categories above have the most obsessions and hybrid entities in the astral plane. Yes, many of these entities merge so that they can gain power. One mind is weak and cannot easily overpower another, but several merged minds have greater success in using living humans as puppets. Smoking and drinking obsessions are often found merged. These weak willed folks were so addicted in life that they became smoking and drinking parasites on others after their death. They loiter in the bars and the places where alcohol or drug laced minds make them much easier to possess.
There are healing wards for these folks on higher planes of existence where their mutated and distorted psychic bodies are merged and growing into one amalgamated being with its sole repetitive desire to smoke and drink. I saw one of these obsessions and it looked like some deformed Hindu god with literally hundreds of arms and mouths and a cigarette or drink in each hand constantly feeding one of these many merged mouths. It was quite distressing.
In these centers the various original people are separated and sorted out. What's left of their mind is reintegrated with a separate psychic anatomy and they are nurtured until such a time as they can come back to the earth, or a similar world, and show they have mastered their addiction and mental weakness. They must be tempted and resist. They must also help others to make amends for their horrible actions between physical lives as an invisible but very real parasite.
Separating these hybrids is often complicated and delicate work. Often up to 15 or twenty different people can be found that have merged and become a very powerful and single-minded smoking obsession. Horrifyingly, they often add to their ranks after their existing host dies. The healing wards often change shifts as working on these folks is found to be a major task and stressful even on these higher levels where lower emotions do not reside.
Yes, smoking destroys your body - but this is the least of your longterm worries. It is what allowing these entities access to your mind and your consciousness that is the real danger to your future existence and evolution.
So take it from SDAI-Tech1 - don't let others smoke you. Because that is exactly what is going on.
Put this post to your favorites and re-read it every time you want to light up. Embedded within this post is a signal. It is sort of like a reverse virus. It is a healing signal and as you read this post it will penetrate your mind and your energy body. It will make it much harder for these obsessions to smoke through you because this signal is like a poison to them.
They will likely fight and kick and be very angry that you read this at all. They will be irritated to no end. But this is the information you polarized between lives and asked to be reminded about when you were back in the physical. Now you have been reminded. The battles ahead will be yours to fight, but you will have this new knowledge and this signal to assist you.
Smoking's not KOOL. And now unlike almost all folks anywhere on earth...YOU really know why.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
In this world we have many clamoring voices that seek your allegiance. "-isms" of various and sundry philosophies that seek a broader power base.
There is something out there that is much bigger than the petty political ambitions of a small planet on the outskirts of the galaxy in a solar system of little accomplishment. Living life here with a political mindset is like living in a box. You board yourself up with these inflexible views, biases and animosities. You cap this box off with a very limited perspective and set of fundamental fixations.
Your progressive and personal development is the most important thing in the universe for you.
Getting trapped by identifying yourself within the narrow constructs of various "isms" will seriously sabotage your own mental development and horizons.
Be neither left nor right. Be you! We are all so much more than ideologists espousing the political philosophy of some party. Republican, Democrat, Tory, Green, Socialist or what-have-you, all these associations will not help you grow and develop or prepare for your future life - after death. They know nothing of these things and are merely emotional diversions used to distract and consume time of peoples as they live out their lives on this world.
Today I am going to pretend my readers live in the world of 2943, a point in time when the things revealed here are understood and known by all humanity and even grade schoolers have a fundamental overview of these things. This is the sort of lesson a typical 6th grader might hear in his/her classroom.
This world is officially classified as a dwarf intellect world, a hell world wherein 99.9% of the inhabitants are engaged by parasitic entities and are often completely unaware of this parasite-host relationship as they live their daily life. These energy leeches feed on their human hosts for pure energy to sustain them. It is time to explain this energy consumption, generation and consciousness parasite-host relationship. This has gone on for thousands of years, caused untold wars, crimes and suffering and only with the past several hundred years has science been able to track these external parasitic signals and begin the process of both identification and jamming.
The first thought-shield based on fundamental personal frequency identification was developed in 2247. The earliest models had a 50% success ratio but were still incapable of catching very finely matched signals that were within several thousand cycles of the users fundamental thought frequency.
The result of these devices development and incorporation into the homes and dwelling of the people resulted in a drastic drop in the crime rates and among the mentally ill.
In America, circa 1999, statistical archives tell us 54 million Americans were mentally ill each year and only 9 million sought treatment. 12 million US women were depressed each year, 6 million men were depressed, 2.5 million were classified schizophrenic, 1 million more were bipolar and untold millions had eating disorders identified at the time as bulimia nervosa or anorexia nervosa.
And those who did seek treatment received a prescription for one or another popular inhibitor type drugs which blocked or disrupted brain function. And the world of this really considered itself technologically advanced! At this point the world knew absolutely nothing of the true causes of mental illness, much less treatment.
Everyone on this planet will be "mentally ill" at some point in time and to one degree or another. Our thoughts are not solely our own because our minds are being used like an ancient two-party telephone call. The reason millions of folks are mentally disturbed is because they share their minds with other hostile entities - other beings that talk for them, override their mind and dominate them, leaving their still small voice tied up to a chair in the corner.
These beings do not care for any person, although they may develop a certain frequency attachment to a longtime host and actually personalize and identify with their host human. They eat, smoke, drink, have sexual relations, and more via their host body.
Schizophrenics are merely the most clear examples of this mind-possession, yet it occurs around everyone daily in small ways. Someone eats in front of you, and although you weren't the slightest bit hungry you suddenly are "hungry" or have "appetite". These are garden variety, run of the mill food-parasite-entities. They now override your mind and decide you will eat. Obesity was widespread and caused by food-parasites that satiated their material desire to eat through a host body. They could leave their host body at any time and move on to others and eat twenty meals in a row at a "fast food restaurant", and never gain a single pound - while their weak minded victims suffered from their parasitic pleasure. Fortunately the world is much slimmer now as the result of this awareness and thought monitoring.
In olden times folks would engage in sexual relations and then immediately regret it after the act was over. What was going on was the parasitic entity or entities would use them and then after they were through they would leave and move right on to other fresh victims - leaving the host alone with their own still small voice - one that was often "ashamed" and unhappy that it let itself be overridden and dominated. One of the greatest benefits of this realization has been in the more intelligent and properly matched sexual pairing of humans on this world. No more animal-like, parasite-driven relationships bringing unwanted and lower frequency children into the world.
What is the science behind the parasitic thought hijacking?
How does this work?
It's actually a very simple physics process. As you all know, every thought and nerve impulse has a frequency and a wavelength. Thoughts are just signals. Signals can be overridden and can carry piggyback waveform structures called subharmonic structures. Repeat after me class, sub-har-mon-ic struc-tures. Very good.
Subharmonics are like the trojan worms which tried to, and often successfully did, take over Microsoft windows run computers back in the 21st century. They worked undetected and most people never even realized they were there - in the background - awaiting opportunities to influence, distort and corrupt data and insert their own.
When people's bodies die their consciousness remains. No one has ever died in the conventional sense, by merely losing a physical body. Our minds live on as quantized field comprised of signals of incredibly high frequencies. Channel 2 on the ancient "tele-vision" sets broadcast at 88 million cycles per second. This is, of course, like slow motion when compared to human thoughts.
The thought process is not so much a thinking mechanism as it is a sorting mechanism. Exposure to signals generates a response which triggers memories and thoughts that respond to the original stimuli. It is not finite and there is no limit to the signals that can be shared on or near any given frequency. The conscious mind will resonate with the strongest signal, but the subharmonics of any signal will influence the thought train.
Back in the 21st century they had a huge pharmaceutical industry that profited by disrupting cell to cell signal transfer. Aspirin was the first practical product after cocaine in Coca Cola had been discovered to alter the minds of the drinkers. The bloodstream carried this cocaine to the brain cells and atrophied certain brain centers.
Many minds and bodies were destroyed by drugs, millions more were popping "happy pills" to keep them in an artificial state of euphoria or at least something besides severe depression. Naturally, these folks developed tolerances for many of these chemicals and larger and larger doses were employed. The side effects suffered by this poisoning of the body were horrendous. It was a time which can be described as a true dark age of medicine where unscrupulous companies and greedy, ignorant physicians would prescribe all sorts of toxins as temporary cures. Not much had changed since the alcohol-laced medicines that quacks would prescribe in the 19th century to dull the minds of the patient/victim.
No one understood that thoughts were electronic and not just chemical in nature. They did not understand that frequencies of signals triggered and controlled the brains chemical reaction. The brain of an individual was not angry or depressed because of chemical imbalance, but rather the chemical balance at any given moment is the byproduct of these various thought frequencies! Like the tail wagging the dog, drugs naturally did nothing to alter the causal agents - the original thought process. So, as a result, these victims would get even more depressed, even suicidal, because the chemical suppression actually strengthened the negative thought form!
Yes, it is horrifying to think people used to live that way. But I see our time is through for today. Tomorrow we will discuss the drug-prohibition act of 2345 so I expect you to read up on it with your holopods.