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Archived from the former firedocs blog. 03 April 2006

Bob Lazar is apparently not talking about having worked on UFOs at Area 51 anymore. His current job seems a little more down to earth.

Skye (Mistress of the Cool Offbeat) writes:

George Knapp hosted Coast last night for Art Bell. He had on Bob Lazar, who was recently raided by a whole host of government agencies. They didn’t say what they were looking for and he’s been unable to get the search warrant info.

Much discussion about it really centering around his new car hydrogen kits. Not only can people convert their own cars, which continue to be able to burn gasoline too, but he’s also going to sell a hydrogen producing kit, which you can run on a simple rooftop sun panel.

Ya think that might be something they want to bust him for?

You can tell the next phase will be very expensive cars which run on hydrogen and you have to purchase it at hydrogen stations. It will no doubt be illegal to make it yourself.

He has also developed a material for storing hydrogen — the tough part of the entire program — for which he has his own particle accelerator, which is illegal for anyone to run. Who oversees any kind of radiation-generating apparatus? The FDA. (Actually the FDA oversees lasers, the NRC has to be there when he runs the accelerator, at a rather costly fee.)

http://www.switch2hydrogen.com/

OK I admit, the area where I am most cynical about the government relates to ‘new technologies’, particularly anything that takes money from mega-corps (including the medical industry, agri-chem, etc.). I feel that our particular breed of capitalism has created corporatism, which has all kinds of side effects, including a clear difference between the government seeming to want (let alone pursue) what is good for the nation concerning technology, resources, etc., as opposed to what is good for maintaining solid control through the same agencies-corporations that already have it. I am conservative on economics, but that doesn’t mean I’m for the Evil Empires; there’s a difference.

People often wonder why we don’t get off our dependency on foreign oil. Think about it. The government makes zillions (I’ve no idea of the real number) every DAY off ‘import taxes’ on oil. If we drill it here or don’t need it, we implode from the sudden drop in cash flow.

So they don’t do jack about Bob ranting about the alien spaceship he was allegedly hired to help reverse engineer, but they give him hell about his novelty new fuel tech?!

That’s interesting…

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 02 April 2006

Remember the issues surrounding the death of Kurt Cobaine. And now this. Doesn’t your heart just bleed for that black widow. Not.

It’s a case that doesn’t even need remote viewing to figure out, since Tom Grant, a former-policeman turned P.I. has more than enough data to incriminate Love to even the dimmest jury. Alas, since the Seattle P.D. will never reconsider opening that case (and being held accountable for all kinds of copycat suicides and more), it’ll never see a jury. Too bad.

It’s enough to make ya hope for karmic rewards. Funny thing; once you have a target about something it seems to matter more.

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 31 March 2006

Kind of like ‘psychic’ politics but specific to dreams, I guess.

Following on my syndication of the Hair-Like Wire Brain Implant dreams, I had a dream today I think is a repeat of a few lately as well but this is the first time I’ve gotten fully clear on it.

In the dream, there are a small group of people who are attempting to learn more about me and manipulate me. Most are men but at least one is female. A ‘lead’ male attempts to get my attention and present something to me, usually something kind of dumb like he is trying to distract me, like to sell me something.

While he’s doing that, the other people are subtly sneaking around me, attempting to look all over and get behind me. I usually realize what the man is doing and sharply demand he move, and I move, so that I have them all in my range of sight.

Then I manage to get rid of them, all but the female who will be across the way acting as if she’s uninvolved and minding her own business (but really, she is part of their team). I go over to her and I tell her look, I am more open minded and flexible than most people give me credit for; I can let more slide than most people; but I cannot and will not abide anybody being dishonest with me or attempting to control me. That will not get the result desired, I assure you of it. This approach is not the right approach to be taking with me — at all. And she nods understanding and leaves and then I wake up.

So I’m thinking, this is such paranoia for a dream — I am not normally paranoid in my dreams but since this series is following the weird dreams I noted a few days ago (see 03/27/06 entry), I’m wondering if it’s related. What would make me paranoid? My life is fine right now. Nothing of relevance going on frankly. Some friends and family have health problems from minor to mortal or verging on it; that’s a bit of a recurrence in any adult’s life. Kid is ok in school, in karate. All 8 cats seem healthy and onry as ever. Husband is in a good mood with Spring and the gardening starting up again. All in all, life is just totally normal here in nowhere Oklahoma. So why the paranoid dreams?

Who knows. I mention them because I believe that recording anomalous things is good for posterity, for seeing one’s own psyche curve.

And because in my opinion I am one of the few people in the remote viewing field who are (at least via internet) in a position to influence many others, and most the others in that position are Stark Raving Nuts frankly. So if I should go completely around the bend at some point, I want it documented for the good of other sane viewers what it is that took me there.

Archived from the former firedocs blog. 27 March 2006

John Lilly was nowhere to be found. I didn’t see any dolphins, either. I had not taken any drug. (Not like this has ever been required for me to have weird dreams and weirder conscious “anomalous” experiences, of course.) And despite my love of computers, the Solid State Entities were not telling me their plans for gradually taking over our reality. All in all, it was a normal night with fairly normal dreams.

Except it was this dream I’ve had more than once, back again lately in syndicated reruns. Oh brother. I never know if this means it’s just some archetypal symbol recurring, something real still going on, something ‘astral’ I am interpreting in an analogy, or some run of the mill psychological garbage resulting from insufficient sleep and forgetting to feed the cat… or whatever.

In the dream, I am watching a person (just ‘a’ person) who seems like they are operating normally except somehow I ‘know’ that this is not how they would ‘really’ operate if they were not under the influence of someone. But I can’t see any sign of anybody else. And they seem really oblivious to this influence.

I call that in-sanity, and when we’re talking together we’re in out-sanity. And you should never try to express all of your in-sanity in the out-sanity, or they’ll lock you up. –John Lilly

Then there’ll be this closeup, and I am looking at their scalp. In their hair are these little tiny gray hairs, except they are real short, just barely sticking out of the scalp, and they blend in with all the other hair and aren’t noticeable. And something about them draws my attention and then I realize that they are not hairs, they are wires, they are just incredibly thin like a strong but soft hair.

That’s all. Then I wake up. And of course when I do, I think of the autobiography of Dr. John Lilly, the famous scientist who according to his book, developed a rudimentary form of mind control using small wires implanted directly through the scalp into regions of the brain. This was many decades ago. The government was nuts about the idea and he was promptly excluded from meetings about his own research by military; he didn’t have the ‘clearance’.

He moved on to dolphins, as they have bigger brains (and don’t have to sign consent waivers!). But in doing so he discovered/decided that dolphins were actually more intelligent than we are, just in a different way, and many other things. Here’s an OMNI interview and a Dr. Jeffrey Mishlove interview with Dr. Lilly where he talks about the entities, the dolphins, “Vitamin K”, multiple realities and some of the brain research.

When something occurs with me I don’t understand, my coping mechanism is always to attempt to put it in a “framework” of a psychological case study. That way, everything can be “interesting” and it does not matter what something ‘is’, whether it is factual or hallucination or misinterpretation, what it means, etc. It’s like an artistic foreign movie: you just watch it and, since you don’t understand all of it, you simply accept whatever it seems to be, without making many assumptions.

So I’m asking myself, what would sponsor me having several dreams very specific to this? OK… I am 40… now and then, I get a gray hair. But these do not seem correlated with my noticing them so I don’t really think that is related. Probably just some mild paranoia? neurosis? astral-suspicion? — doing the hula through my nightly meanderings. But why. Sheesh.

I went to bed early. I meditated a bit first. I got this awesome Creative 30G Zen player — like a video iPod but better — so I put on my favorite meditation music (the Narnia soundtrack) and finally got into it.

I had a different urge than I ever had before, and spent some time imagining myself in/at the very core of the earth, which had a sort of offbeat feeling, can’t remember why. I fell asleep in the middle of that.

When I woke up this morning I was 20,000 leagues under the sea it felt like. I’d slept more than I usually do, but it took about six attempts over half an hour, including shaking and light, for someone else to get me awake.

I had this two-part dream.

In the first part, I was working with a group of people who weren’t my people — I mean they weren’t human. We were doing a research study and I was one of the key subjects, but they were treating me like a coworker as well, and we were reviewing the research results.

It had to do with human experience with their species. We had a fairly large trial pool of subjects, of which I had been one prior to my current place reviewing results with them. We explored the data. It was clear that although nearly-all the humans were having the interaction with their people, only a super tiny percentage (like less than 1%) were able to become cognitively aware of this. The reasons ranged from health to psychology issues, but the general consensus we had was that although the humans considered this awareness to be a form of insanity or related to it anyway, that it was in fact evidence of a good deal more physical and psychological ‘clarity’ on the humans’ part who were able to be ‘aware’ of it.

The second part of the study had to do with the frequency of exposure. This was the part that really threw me for a loop. They showed how on average in 24 hours, humans passed through a sort of… you might call it a cycle, kind of like how brainwaves cycle except this is more like a larger earth cycle we are just part of, but that does interact with our minds — and we were exposed to them generally about four times during each 24 hour period. This kind of amazed me. I was saying, but I thought this was something that only happened when we were asleep, or walking through the woods ha-ha-ha, are you sure? FOUR times per 24 hours?! So they sort of showed me (though I can’t put it in words) how and why this was the case. I know I’m translating it badly, but it felt like something to do with four cardinal points and our brainwaves and the rotation of the earth.

Then we reviewed how the ‘awareness’ of the population and the ‘frequency’ of the interaction varied with many of the subjects. For example, even of those humans able to become ‘aware’ of the ‘during-sleep’ exposure to their species, just as low a % of them were able to be aware of the occasional exposure that happened at periods other than sleep. The very few who did, usually psychologically were associating their experience with something like a place — for example, the route they drove every day, they would think they were being abducted from their car or something, when really, everyone was exposed “on this other level of consciousness” and for them the cycle just happened to fall during their long drive.

We also explored how some people thought they had an exposure to their species as a one-time thing, and it wasn’t that it was a one-time thing, it was just that for a variety of reasons (often health, psychology, the cycle, the type of experience, whatever) they were only aware of that one particular experience and none of the others. Something to do with what % of a person’s overall attention they turn toward that level of themselves vs. having it (as is normal) split, and so much less intense.

Oh yeah that reminds me, another factor was that the four cycles weren’t the same for everyone. Even though it was a larger earth-based ‘pattern of cycle’, it related to the individual’s interaction with that on an energetic level, so people varied “when” and sometimes how often (more or less) depending on their own cycles.

Then there was this second part of the dream.

I was working with this group of people who weren’t my people — but I don’t know if it was the same group as the first time, I’m just assuming so — doing a lot more complex stuff. It was a combination of testing (them testing me), and experimenting with what I could do, perceive, etc. as a conscious test subject.

Then just about everything was completed, and the room changed into a bedroom, and they said, “We can tie you, if you like.” They acted like this was a good idea and I should agree. For what, I asked? For The Immortal, they say. It came across with that word and the sense of a capital. The Immortal was ’superior’ to them in their perception, like part of a different species with a higher authority you might say.

I said naw, I’ll talk to him, casual as I always am. So he comes in the room, and I nearly pass out. I don’t know why, but he terrified me. He was at least three times as big as me, although now awake I think that might have been not his body but his aura. He was almost the archetypal ‘demon’ image of our culture, and reminded me greatly of what a close friend of mine told me he has seen in his viewing and ‘experiences’, which I assured him I had never encountered, despite all my many alien-ish experiences. He had some kind of spiky-things on his shoulders and too-small bat-wing things. And he was ugly. But it wasn’t the body; I wasn’t really responding to that, I was just ‘observing’ it. It was the energy that freaked me out. It was so “intense,” and so “large”. So frightening to me.

The energy of an Archangel is frightening too of course, on a really deep level of mortal terror, but that is the fear of God, it is fright based on ‘awe’ and the soul’s realization that too close exposure could do the equivalent of vaporize you. This was not that kind of fright, but still seemed like the gut-inspired sort.

I found myself on the bed naked (this will teach me to wear pajamas to bed, ha!) and I realized as he came toward me that the intent was that he was going to have sex with me. I leaped off the bed and went, I DON’T THINK SO YOU GUYS! He stopped, and looked at the others with me. One of the guys pulled out a sheet of paper and said, “See, you agreed to work with us on this.” I said dude, sex with your freaky Immortal was NOT what I agreed to! A female there said to me, “Oh come on. You had to know from the beginning that this was intended at the end!” I looked at her like she was crazy. “I think not!” I denied. “Maybe I was stupid or inattentive, but I never agreed to this, and there is NO WAY I am merging with that — that — thing!”

Oddly enough, it wasn’t the sex part that bothered me — it was the understanding that it would merge my ENERGY with his that was really upsetting me. It was like it was rape. I mean even if I had agreed to it, it would have been rape, that is the ‘effect’ the energy would have on me, in a really severe way.

Suddenly I realized why they had offered to tie me. They’d hoped I’d say yes. And I’d been so oblivious. Here I’d spent a whole day studying research about how oblivious humans were — and then promptly proved it in my own way.

Then the ‘context’ of the dream shifted, and instead of me being in the situation, I was watching a woman in a movie. But some little part of my mind was ‘aware’ that this was still me, and that this ‘movie effect’ was in fact one way they had of dealing with my species. They couldn’t keep some of us from being aware. But they could kind of lean on us to “shift perspective,” in much the same way that a therapist can have someone “imagine” seeing a past traumatic experience on a television instead of re-experiencing it personally.

It didn’t help them. Despite that I had this strong sense from the others that I was supposed to be *flattered* this ‘Immortal’ wanted to merge with me, I considered his energy a direct threat to mine… as if the experience would genuinely do me harm spiritually.

I half-realized (not entirely lucid on this, only partly) that this was a new and novel approach to me. They keep coming back and trying to convince me to join them or sign something, but usually they are more direct. I usually find myself in dreams standing with my legs staunch, like a captain on board a ship, shouting loud like a magical cadence, I AM OF MICHAEL! YOU CANNOT HAVE ME! I AM OF MICHAEL! over and over, and they have to leave me, obviously ticked off about how innately I snap to that the minute awareness of their attempt to get my commitment became clear.

This was novel though, because I didn’t have that response this time, maybe because of the different way they approached it this time. They never asked for my agreement on the level they wanted, they’d only asked for something I was willing to do because I’m so interested in research, and I think they hoped that the merge of energy, if I could be persuaded to it, would in turn make me a lot more susceptible.

I was being woke up as I was refusing, and it was pulling me away from them. It felt like they were trying to hold me there, and my body was having such a hard time waking up, but then I’d be forcibly woken up again, until finally I woke up fully, and at least as far as I know, pulled myself away from them in the process.

The overall experience particularly with the ‘research’ initially really underscored how our concept that these things have to be physical on *our* level is just so, so wrong. It’s just as real, but culturally we are geared to deny anything non-physical. At times I’ve had the impression this is one of many cultural things they themselves ‘encourage’ in our species for their own ends.

Later when awake, I was kind of disappointed I hadn’t responded like I normally do. As if it is a sign of my having paid so much less attention to Michael and prayer for some time. Time to re-affirm that part of my life.

When I finally woke up, I thought to myself, “Like they have nothing better to do but recruit you during your sleep. Like you are so important. Get over yourself, sheesh!” and I threw on a dress and took the kid to school.

It’s just another day.
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He was a calm man. He traveled up and down staircases in my dream, investigating different levels. He looked an ordinary man; decently distinguished, though dressed in black, much as priests do. I expect my recent reading helped shape his symbolic image. He had a trustworthy face, a kind face, reminding me vaguely of actor Tom Hanks in a current movie; that certain boyishness that some men never lose.

It was only coincidence; we happened to share a brief path of travel. The stairs; the tides. I suspect this was a sign of ‘cycles’, the tides, my symbolism. I saw that his calm footsteps away from one level were in fact an escape. Confusion and darkened chaos filled the place where he left, but never suspected his role.

There was a young boy, who had scraped the top of his toes somehow. It always began this way, I understood; only boys, only that age group. The left foot, I noted to myself in my dream. The left foot and ankle in biogram relate to homosexuality, among other things. This is a symbol: the child has been injured by this energy. More than injured, of course.

I don’t know why I dream of such things.

It might have been because midday yesterday I read a neat book written by an online friend: his accounts of some of the psychic exploration he’s done the last decade. It might be because I didn’t get enough sleep. It might be because I’m a drama queen. Honestly, I don’t normally consider myself concerned with what any Dark Overlord of the Astral might be doing. But I had this rather intense (though half-asleep) dreamish- “realization” in the dark this morning, as if it was something major it was important I be aware of:

It’s a tremendous coup. Tremendous. It’s taken a lot of ‘time’ in our world, to plan and to pull off, but now it is done, and it has succeeded. There is much gloating.

There is much about, knowing that this will change things, to be more in their favor than they’ve ever been. They see the darkness at the end of the tunnel, you might say: the devolutionary spiritual doom of humanity. They’ve finally put the dynamic in place to compensate for humanity’s ‘unfairly positive’ (they feel) momentum: it is done. It is only a matter of time; they estimate less than a decade, now, with this added component.

The (angry, as always) laughter is because they did it within the rules. The rules that have ‘unfairly’ (they feel) bound them so long: and so, action cannot be taken against them for it. Not until it is time, and this will serve them well until then, and might even help when the time comes.

They did not create any new creature– as forbidden. They did not manifest their own in our physical frequency– as forbidden. The genetic line already existed: a natural part of this localized cosmic ecosystem.

The creatures are a type of Elemental, of the nature of Fire. They are fast and vivid; they have intense feeding, intense breeding, and a fairly short lifespan as such creatures go. But that is because their energy source has been limited; it has maintained the equilibrium of their numbers within their sphere of existence.

Who can complain about what was done?–the creatures were gifted: their operating frequency was enlarged. That’s evolution, after all; to them, a fabulous thing has happened. Their species has been slightly … modified.

They previously spanned a tiny range of frequency just outside humanity’s primary energy envelope. Now, they just slightly overlap frequency with the primary energy signature of a human being.

They used to perceive us only indirectly; they watched the bright glow of humans just outside the range of their reality. They would have reached out for that massive, moving source of energy, the ultimate buffet, but we were not of their world, and they not of ours.

But that has changed now. Just a little; just at the edge; something humans will not be aware of, will not physically directly perceive, and would not be allowed to take seriously anyway. The little fire creatures will breed rapidly and without limit, now that they have a free food source.

The humans encountering them will feel drained; they will feel irritated; their physical immunity will lower and their spiritual focus, if they’re not paying attention to maintaining it, will weaken. The effect will grow literally by the day, as more creatures breed and more humans are affected. The fire-creature numbers and effect will eventually push humanity over the edge of its luck, and it will implode, politically, physically, and spiritually.

And all this was done within the rules. A positive evolution was ’suggested’ to an innately-local lifeform, and they were assisted in evolution. There is nothing in the rules preventing that.

It is perhaps the most deviously brilliant military strategic success in the timeline of this eons-long jihad.

It’s time to wake up.