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Ken Bakeman – An End of an Era

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Ken Bakeman – An End of an Era

Late January, from his lonely hospital bed, Ken Bakeman exited this Earth to reunite with his higher self. According to staffers (who perhaps did not directly witness the passing), he died peaceably in his sleep. At that moment the World instantly lost a prestigious “posthumous” talent; possibly the only human that intrinsically appreciated untainted reptilian culture. Please note: this blog has an extremely limited readership, so the only way this news can travel to those that need to read it is with your help. Kindly promote this article as widely as you are able so everyone might receive closure.

Sometime after his “disappearance” in 2013, Ken did forge a direct connection with me. Some of our brief communications were frustrated. It was unlikely two passionate industry titans would be able to connect without friction long term, but I have always had enormous respect for prodigy’s legacy. He embraced his talent and made it his own. He was true to himself and his wider culture.

Though that sense of perspective was resolutely human, an empathy towards larger reptilian politics was also amply conveyed. The comprehension earned him introductions to numerous alien worlds; many expressing delicate nuances that reflect the so many obsidian gene path divides. He knew Draco mindset as well as or better than anyone. And, of course, any entity type integrated with expanded reptilian networks became supplementary focal points as well. Many devotees, though, possibly best recognise Ken for his trademark vivid artistic depictions of the strange creatures he saw. These bring a charm to the legacy that made him who he was.

Ken Bakeman 1955-2021 May You Rest in Peace

Given the enormous tragedy associated with the recent passing, posterity meekly demands a resurrection of sorts. Many visitors have been drawn to this website in their committed search of an active Ken. Few of you, if any, know the heartening story that captures Ken “the human being”. Therefore, it is high time for that shortfall to be redeemed. Thus, forthwith is a succinct, engaging history of the real man behind the myths. A family friend Robert R. Sickles has kindly sponsored much information that begins with our focus on an impressionable 17-year-old back in 1972.

Confined to a shed in his mother’s back yard, young Ken put all his heart and inspiration into building an authentic harpsicord. Clearly, as a project, it was too grand for a garden shed or Ken alone. So fortune permitted local enthusiast, Jack Peters, would offer his professional Seattle located workshop for construction. Already now partnering with Robert, Ken embraced the opportunity with open arms. Educative learning curves proved so productive, our invincible team decided to embark on a career devoted to the creation of antique musical instruments. Moving to another beautiful workshop within striking distance of Seattle, Ken and Robert entered into full business partnership and this endured for several years. The upshot of the venture ended up harvesting good numbers of keyboard models of exquisite quality, some of which currently reside in or have travelled to music schools, concert stages (such as with Canada’s Luchkow-James duo) and salubrious private homes. Included were numbers of harpsichords and fortepianos (forerunners to the modern pianoforte). Age-sensitive performances of Rococo and Classical masterpieces of prestigious performers of the ilk of Mozart, Haydn and Clementi (including Kenneth Gilbert of the University of British Columbia’s memorable French Baroque concert recital) regularly became the talk of the town.

Four years into this journey, in 1976 Ken became impressed by a literary work of Jane Roberts, titled “Channeling of Seth”. At this juncture he was still living with Robert at a property close to their workshop. Sufficiently energized by Ken’s enthusiasm, both began experimenting with a Ouija board. Efforts did yield some encouraging results along the lines of automatic writing and effects designed to sharpen latent extrasensory abilities. Nevertheless, it was Ken who became more deeply moved by experiences. Still a young man in his early 20’s with an open life full of hope, it soon became apparent he could not be contained by mediocrity. Regularly breaking free of the workshop in clemency of his “moody restlessness” swings, he would take off on long road trips. These moments never tested the character of the relationship with his business partner, so Ken commonly felt compelled to reveal what he had experienced. Robert recalled him being away for a particularly lengthy excursion, but, upon that home return, the genius became very excited by plans he had drawn up for a new pipeline mega-project.

Humble sheets of parchment would be the entrancing revelation, for bursting from each blank void were detailed, illuminating diagrams pertaining to floorplans of strange holy monuments, temples, pyramids, cathedrals and cumbersome megalithic relics. This feast of vision aptly celebrated Ken’s extraordinary perspective. Everything he had sketched was somehow made “to scale”, but there was more to it than that. Ken had been able to decode structural and mystical similarities “collectivizing” the almighty group. Old stones had morphed into something that was truly divine. Embedded messages and esoteric truths lost to distant times were instantly retrieved to their former glory by this simple act of vision.

Unfortunately, unbridled obsessive mania would come at a hefty price. The maestro’s many trips away had caused a considerable backlog of unfinished business to suffocate workflow. Robert became increasingly concerned as to how this could be facilitated, but power of his respect for his business partner could not let him disrupt spiritual evocation. As a consequence, the workshop eventually became overloaded with Ken’s graphic outpourings. Many of these rough designs had strange, scratched notes attached to them. Of course, ultimately, it was no way to run a busy business. Orders were banked up to the gunnels with no one to fulfil them, instruments out in the field needed repairs and tuning. It was too much for one person, so Robert courageously determined to close the business and turn his attentions elsewhere.

Ken being Ken continued on his “spirit quests” (or walkabouts as Robert called them). Now well into his 20’s, our hero began contemplating possibilities for alien visitations, though he had been interacting ever since his childhood years. Doubtlessly, as Robert emphasizes, he would have been to some degree influenced by von Damiken’s explosive commentary and other pioneers too. What was clear is reptilian intervention considerations naturally flowed in with those prior wider studies as if it was a natural evolution. All this was of course long before Ken’s personal experiences with aliens came to light publically.

Moving swiftly forward to the 1980’s, onset of his baptismal maturity (age 30) drew him towards a bizarre solo “My Pet Slug” business venture that so amply fulfilled his character, it must have been cosmically blessed. The cabinet/musical instrument workshop had now been galvanized to progress a wider consuming purpose. Almost overnight, with a whirl of intensity, it had been transformed into a crowded factory whose many employees specialized in crafting replica snakes, snails, slugs, dragonflies and spiders from painted, lacquered wood. Widely popular in gift shops right across the country, the best seller was something Ken called the “Mug Slug”. Per his natty conceptualization, a grotesque Gastropoda in all its oozing gooeyness, attached by a hook, would cling to the rim of any selected teacup. Horrified onlookers would be teased into believing in consumption of the unthinkable. It is an example that aptly highlights the brilliance of Ken’s mind.

Indeed, on the business front, subsequently, things would take a turn for the better. A Japanese entrepreneurial tycoon seeking American artistic talent discovered My Pet Slug and quickly expressed an interest in becoming involved with the business financially. Before too long, operations were moved to a swanky new purpose selected factory. Product ranges expanded significantly to include more mundane household items, such as trivets and soap dishes, which were lovingly carved from best grade cedar by numerous employees. Ken had his own sumptuous office that came with a plush, oversized swivel chair sat behind a grand desk. Even so, when Robert visited the premises some time later, output had dwindled to such an extent, it was a shadow of its former glory. He wasn’t sure whether financiers had radically scaled back or Ken’s possible boredom had deliberately sabotaged production output so as to guarantee foreclosure and an exit to a new adventure. Whatever the reasons, the venture did ultimately fold.

Many years later, it wasn’t until 2008 that Ken would resurface. Without funds and a home (due to foreclosure on his landlord’s property), Robert and his wife provided the maestro room and board for a few months to help him back on his feet. Each day, apparently, he would leave for his job (as carpenter in home construction) with his building crew (who by all accounts were not, sadly, in his head space), returning dusty and sore, just in time for evening tea. But the hard work paid dividends in savings which would eventually cover the expenses needed to move to more permanent housing. The interim period with Robert’s family was to provide opportunity for numerous intellectual exchanges and educated debates. It was at one of these discourses the hosts learned of Ken’s lavish plans to launch a new book simply titled “The Verges”; a collective accumulation of tales forming his twilight story. There is something else that happened in respect to Robert’s heartwarming intervention. Karmic effects and Laws of Attraction tend to promote positive reactions to goodwill. In line, our noble hosts decided they desired to sell up and relocate to hazy Olympia while Ken was living with them. Fate ensured for a provider, with our maestro doing everything in his power to assist with repair and cleanup of the vacating property. More still, he vocally enthused that the whole operation went “far deeper”. His final comments assured the relocation transition was a purposeful “spiritual cleansing”.

Image by Ken Bakeman fan Niki Zen

Drifted apart, light communications between the former business partners ensued for a further five years (taking this account to 2013) and then….“nothing”. Of course it is at this point when Ken’s many fans reminisce over his disappearance. They saw his websites had remained unchanged, dormant and there were no other visible outward expressions to surface anywhere. The void persisted until he connected with me directly at this blog in 2017. I can but speculate what happened to Ken (from early 2014) after those close to him were content he had found an enjoyable job at a garden/hardware store. At about the time of his disappearance, he may have entered into a passionate relationship with a female and made many mistakes along that course (considering his spiritual integrity) in abject pursuit of pleasure. Conjecture maybe, but someone visited my blog a few years ago who seemed to imply he was responsible for a bitter, spiteful “break up” which resulted in all trust lost. Additionally, to Robert’s horror, it transpired Ken had become dependent on alcohol and prescription medication to battle demons associated with his “incessant river of psychic experiences”. I wonder whether, in fact, if Ken’s were additionally the karmic response to my hypothesis (fallout from a prior toxic relationship), they might have been in part fueled by drugs and alcohol? Maybe I’m very wrong here and perhaps we will never know the truth to this. What is certain is he is a greatly missed talent. If only he could have learned to modulate or channel his psychic ability, maybe using it to help others.

There is more to add to the beginning of this story. In his early life, Ken demonstrated unprecedented prodigy. Similar to my circumstances, his family saw that as the eminent sign to drive him in the direction of particularly toxic career paths. In my case, I was “designated” to become a chartered accountant, so, instead, I went to university to study art and music. In line, friends of the maestro reminisce about his abusive upbringing, though, according to family members (such as his sister, Kathy), he was dearly loved; a love that possibly wasn’t understood. Perhaps Ken’s acute sensitivity affected his judgement on such matters, but clearly he was the proverbial black sheep. From his drawings and accounts of his experiences, an undeniable supersensory appreciation of perspective can be garnered from all his projects. Erstwhile unknown entities were literally “resurrected”, even when illustrations and accompanying notes were figurative. Ken found the happy knack of capturing the essences and this why so many will be saddened by the news of his passing at age 65. So I make one final plea to those of influence. Please spread this news as far and widely as you are able to,

Accounts of his acceptance of transferences, such as depression vented by a cashier (he aptly termed her jagged energy) and crushing psychic pain of a man queued behind him in a grocery store in effect paved the way for his unhealthy demise. Suffice to say, in those final few years, he had become unfit for work, consequentially homeless and fully under the grip of his medications for “bipolar disorder”. Even so, according to reports, courtesy of social services, his presence at the homeless shelter did bring joy and spiritual solace to fellow vagrants. He had always been lovable, gentle and polite, feeling inclined to hold back his ability in order to skate circles around the minds of others. In fact, right up until the bitter end, he continued with his re-edit of The Verges. But then the grim reaper called. At some juncture in January this year or, perhaps, a little prior, he was terminally admitted to a Seattle hospital. Succumbing to chronic infection and organ failure, on 30th January 2021, in typical Ken fashion, he passed from this Earth with no one by his side. This was not for want of friends or admirers. It was the way Ken was. And due the foul current pandemic of ignorance, there is no funeral or memorial service planned. So it is left to me to preserve the legacy; a task I feel honoured to have conducted.

To conclude I would like to insert some private correspondences between me and Ken in February 2017:

Hello Steve,

I wasn’t chuckling or grimacing at what you have written because I think it’s interesting, given in your own unique style which I enjoy, otherwise I wouldn’t have  bothered to contact you.  Not sure, but I might have more than one “energy signature” because I’m a multiple soul placed into a single body.  I’m “me” but also — among others — Schroeder von Mies (a child born in Minsk, stolen by Nazis and trained in a Lebensborn school in Poland or Germany and then adopted by Dutch parents) and also Antonio Zimmelli (from Brecia, Italy).  Both are connected with Nazi Germany.  Lots more to explain here.

I can relate to the “big ideas vs. giving up” feeling.  So I sometimes take a break and attempt to be ‘normal’ in the meantime but eventually continue on with writing and illustrating my experiences as best as possible.

You may contact me to ask questions but I only talk about my own limited set of experiences and try to steer away from theories and conjecture.  By no means do I have ‘all the answers’ but maybe my reports can help fill in some details.  Who knows?

For now please keep my conversation with you simplified to say that I contacted you to say that I am alive and well.  After I read your new article perhaps we can discuss things in more detail.

BTW the juvenile dinosaur had some downy feathers but when I saw her again about 10 months later they had molted or had been shed.  Either that or perhaps was a different dino?

Best regards,

Ken 

And here is another:

Dear Humble Lad,

I’m going to add some new material to book 1 of The Verges.  Meanwhile I reset the prices at Lulu.com down to basically my ost.  So you may want to hold off on buying the paperback until the new version is available.  The ebook is US$1.00.  I make a penny.

Very good; you noticed me reading your Jan 1 2017 composition.  This sometimes happens to me when I’ll call or just drive over to an acquaintance’s place and they’ll say, “I was just talking about you”, with an expression of alarm.  Don’t know why but I felt a nudge to visit your site.

I don’t think I was smirking but just was being entertained by your writing.  It flows well and is sufficiently quirky with enough tangential dynamics to give a sort of self propulsion quality to it.  Good punctuation too.  My favorite punctuation mark is   .

And finally, for good measure:

Hi Steve, Not sure . . . maybe related to an ethereal being I saw when a young kid.  I named it Zinder.  Image attached.  I’ve just moved to a house near a small lake and there might be house entities around me; don’t know.  A one eyed cat that lived here ran away immediately after I moved in.  I’m also in charge of a huge German Shepherd dog that I take on walks by the lake.  When did you notice these beings?  I moved in here near the end of last month.  Even though the house is relatively new I got the feeling just this morning that is was like an old haunted house.  But things didn’t look right, meaning everything was too new and clean.  As I walked down the upper floor hallway, which was spotlessly clean, I envisioned old moldy doors and walls.  How strange.

Namaste!

Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

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Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

Christmas and Ken

9af191ae69e32f1f304a8dcfd0af6704I had planned to release this on New Year’s Eve, at the central point of the twelve days of Christmas. Not being a believer of miracles, I fail to see why any new year will bring in an extra-special bout of happiness. The feature, marked by resolutions, seems a better summary of the human condition, which is to put off much needed enterprises until the very last minute. The season is a bringer of hope and dreams though. Of course, it is hard enough to write Christmassy articles on paranormal themes, but throw in an extra-terrestrial twist and an author pretty much broaches the impossible. When festive paranormal themes do crop up, they tend to cultivate dark or menacing forebodings in ironic reaction to expectant joy. tiny-timLook at Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol”. Powerful, but hardly food for mirth and merriment, except thank goodness Charles Dickens left us with a poignant happy ending to that, otherwise dire, tale. Was “tiny Tim’s” permanent disability a metaphor aimed at society?

In my ongoing quest to find Ken Bakeman, I have no happy ending. It is still possible to buy his book I am led to believe, so one presumes he or an agent close to him handles his affairs. Even so there has been no concrete evidence of him since his sudden and unwarranted disappearance a few years back. As a fellow author, I know the streets are not paved with gold for anyone writing about exo-political affairs. This has not dinted the will of his supporters at all. Whether Ken has dropped out of the business disillusioned by the lack of riches or something untoward or paranormal has happened, the madding hoards keep pressing.

reptilian_lineup3Statistically my post “Where is the Enigmatic Ken Bakeman?” is the most viewed on this website (according to WordPress statistics). I did create another topical website using the Wix engine not too long ago, mainly as an alternative to WordPress. Prior feedback from followers here posited my articles were too long for competent attention, so I wanted to test and measure the response to pocket-sized entries. Unfortunately the plan backfired as I would have to pay for statistical data from Wix. Having no intention of investing financially, I cannot say whether the project has been a roaring success or an unmitigated disaster.

Has the Mob “Disappeared” Him?

I won’t dwell on Ken’s disappearance. I gave my opinions before. Those basic considerations haven’t changed. There are certainly at least three living individuals named “Kenneth Bakeman” aged 60-ish, currently residing in the US. No other articles more recent than my last one show up on Google. The die-hard quest for Ken may continue resolutely, but it seems I am the only information giver dutifully concentrating on that cause of late.

fake-resolutionsChristmas precedes the New Year and, traditionally speaking, New Years are all about moving on. That is why many people pretend to make radical resolutions in front of love ones and associates. How many smokers that promised to give up ended up smoking more? Ah well, they will always have the next year’s resolution. I am not a smoker and I keep all resolutions I promote. Therefore, this year is time to move on with Ken Bakeman. Unless something miraculous happens on Google, this may be closure. Mind you, I haven’t read his book, but information of that quality and quantity could foster miracles from a mind like mine. Could I turn his legacy into “Ken Bakeman plus”?

An “Above Average” Website

Many people have perhaps flocked to my website in the premature expectation I might be him. The paranormal is strange enough to permit a weird, freaky, messed up transmogrification event; an event where Ken might sort of, I don’t know, morph into my body. The bad news is it hasn’t happened and I should know, because I am pretty fond of this body. If Ken had somehow sneaked in using his magic hocus-pocus stuff, I’d have been straight on it. Wham, promise! Also, readers will never need to read on too long to realise I ain’t no Ken Bakeman, nor ever will I be. post-4539180-0-12004600-1403834632He has a rough, earthy, jocular style that sings like one of those old vinyls. You could imagine him being read on the radio by a gravel throated veteran jock. He’s the combination of Mickey Spillane and Twin Peaks on the twilight zone.

Alien-types-470x1024There’s a kind of “I see dead people” quality about Ken. He may not deliver as well as Haley Joel Osment in Sixth Sense, but there is still something gutturally compelling about his style. And those great gravures of his make him the trademark he is. In fact, the visual component of his legacy is probably more inspiring than his writings to many. Without the pictures, his writings would have lost the limelight and flopped in my opinion. He would be “unknown” today, but he wouldn’t have flopped because of poor writing. Far from it; but he would have struggled to capture the inspiration of the few that bother to read at all. Relative illiteracy is one of the great modern symptomatic social ills, arguably the consequence of the video age. People’s attention spans have diminished to such a degree that mostly only cute cardboard memes or action cartoons are deemed “intellectually bearable” to the point of considered comprehension.  The way things are heading, all books of the future will have to be “pop up” to gain any worthy readership. It goes without saying; current would-be-authors are advised to provide at least one salacious picture for every small packed block of text.

The Posthumous Funeral

posthumous-funeralA follower of mine recently confessed the opinion that his great idol was dead. If this is true, Ken had died quietly. We live in an age where beliefs are greater than truth. Videos and other calculated devices harness whims and turn them into reality. They make fantasy live. Through merit of belief, whether Ken has survived rumour and speculation is largely arbitrary. Belief is greater than truth and if the “belief is” he is dead then it must be so, whether true or not. In fact this style of, dare I say, reasoning has been exacerbated by “science”. Now experiments are not about discovering the truth. Rather they seek to “confirm” suspicions, no matter how ridiculous and clearly errant. There is an entire movement determined to disprove 3D object reality under the reinvented auspices of Aristotle’s “flat Earth”.

s144094589190160637_p1126_i1_w927I have been known to use a tongue-in-cheek moon analogy from time to time. Were Earth astronauts to have actually walked on the moon, they must have met with red and black dragons. Of course my educated readers will instinctively cry foul. You “know” what I’ve said is preposterous; red and black dragons on the moon? Of all things! There is a mile long paper chain detailing the astronauts’ numerous trips to the celestial body and at least one government sponsored film of the surface landing. It would also be ridiculous to say mythical creatures live there, particularly when any sane individual can see from Mars “evidence” that all extra-terrestrial life forms are identically similar to ones found on Earth.

tumblr_m2bhi1glbp1rr9g42o1_500Actually that’s the fantasy. The truth is numerous aspersions of doubt have been cast on all moon visitations. The movie(s) has attracted volumes of critics. None of the glaring anomalies have been scientifically explained well enough by authorities, as many have been countered with generalities or incompatible modelling comparisons. Conclusively, therefore, until proven otherwise, the “moon films” were produced on Earth, perhaps even by Stanley Kubrick. Reasoning for the subterfuge might vary. Perhaps the astronauts went to the moon but found the possibility of landing and/or filming impossible, or maybe the boffins miscalculated and transmissions generated a signal too poor for uninterrupted television streaming. Alternatively, the planners may have figured the whole project was a disaster waiting to happen, so staged the whole thing in the interests of much more effective “PR”.  That would be fine, but why were the moon rocks fakes too?

Teach a NASA New Tricks

lizard_people_icnNASA has been very much dragged under the spotlight by the way they have handled the moon landings criticisms, more too by the way they have irrationally tried to deflect criticism. At times their responses have been so garbled they could only be judged as gibberish; hardly a good image builder for the supposed greatest science agency – ever. Rather amusingly I often feel they have gone one better than a [channelled] reptilian philosopher (who will confidently spew seemed utter nonsense to human logic). For prosperity “Never A Straight Answer” has been the NASA’s posthumous accolade with some critical thinkers viewing it as the single most ineptly corrupt of all government agencies. Mars invites scrutiny. NASA sponsored the rover; new tricks by the same old dogs? Given the moon evidence, the only question that needs asking is “where on Earth”? Perhaps high up on the Rocky Mountains (given the terrain) is favourable, but other fingers point to uncharted Antarctica. When life forms “discovered on Mars” are consistently Earth like, the evidence dictates that they all originate from Earth.

Given that the strong consensus (amongst thinkers) is the moon landings were fraudulent and the astronauts never ventured from Earth, I am perfectly at liberty to believe red and black dragons reside there. Once I attract other believers in great enough quantity I can equally turn fantasy into reality, but only while the moon is out of circulation, undiscovered. As soon as the spotlight is shone on the moon, the truth is known, then dragons will either exist in truth or they won’t. By that token, the consideration Ken Bakeman is no more is fantasy. The truth is there is no visible public domain evidence to validate his life or death status other than records of various individuals named “Kenneth Bakeman” that show up on American community censuses; at least three around his supposed age.

give-mars-the-bootOne of the advantages of fantasy null existence is prosperous historic legitimacy. Reasoning and logic pertaining to “why” goes a long way to cleansing authenticity, providing all angles are considered and effectively factored into pragmatic equations. Ken has disappeared for a number of years. One logical conclusion as to “why?” is he is deceased. Though myopic in reasoning as no one that isn’t intimately connected to him knows, it is “open and shut”, unlike the moon landings (i.e. the biggest common problem with them and Mars rover footage is nothing was filmed that “couldn’t have been” on Earth). We have no Ken, therefore he’s dead, but does that delineation apply to NASA’s evidence? Extra-terrestrial life forms are always “Earth like”? Might that satisfy logic by any stretch? I think not. Moon rocks allegedly collected as evidence may as well have come from Earth. There were no noteworthy artefacts or anomalies. All that can be said is considerable time and effort was devoted to spinning egregious propaganda determining all sorts of “possibilities” from what amounts to a container load of trash.  I don’t want to apply similar cooked logic about Ken.

Earth-like Moons, Martians and Morons

Crossing out Lies and writing Truth on a blackboard.If the approach was sincere from the start, outcomes would have been very different for NASA. Maybe the moon landings were a great private secret not for public attention. Maybe for some reason NASA decided they wouldn’t film one of those five miles high glassine structures on the moon. Perhaps they were defended. Maybe the astronauts couldn’t find any. Perhaps they weren’t allowed to. Nevertheless, in respect to the “Mars expedition”, why none of the eye catching pyramids (or the “face”) was deemed worth looking at close up and personal defies lateral comprehension. Wouldn’t a rational space agency check those out first? Are they similar, identical to the ones on Earth? If so, what are their origins? Did Martians come to Earth? It is almost as though NASA tried to select the perfect “nothing to see here” place for the rover to survey, which does add weight to the argument that the whole enterprise is a big ol’ heap of phoney baloney.

588524_origKen Bakeman writes (I will not be convinced he’s deceased until I see hard evidence) vividly and I do too. We write differently though. No one could confuse our styles by any stretch of the imagination. He is the jocular, robust storyteller and I am the “odd” philosopher. Everything about Ken is gritty and real even if it isn’t. Everything about me is surreal even when I discuss something tangible. People talk of a delivered “power” in my writing style. “I couldn’t write like that”, snapped one critic (implying I was a total freak and therefore “illegitimate”). From the little I have read, Ken never challenges belief systems. He manufactures them (rather endorsing Jim Elucid’s “character’s write” opinion). A bitter adversary of mine once angrily challenged, “Do you take the reverse position on everything?”

Born Again Christians

13e679df3f96fb85c4fe739cbe7313a8In my formative years, as I was growing up, I occasionally encountered born again Christians. They (I was told by my peers and teachers) believed in the “fundamental word of God”. Although this judgement of them turned out to be an exaggeration, I did notice they followed certain ancient, mostly biblical, texts as mesmerised parrots. Someone had told them ancient folklore was the unrequited word of God and, as an authority, it was unchallengeable. Although, upon inspection of the detail, beliefs invariably followed enigmatic lay preachers “inspiration”. Closer scrutiny of these inspirational nuggets showed an undeniable selectiveness as to which of the many “God’s words” available to them were “worthy of repeat focus”. But that was good enough for them, the believers, and, as nice people as they were; nothing would challenge their over particular “expectations”.  I call this conditioned denial syndrome the fundamentalist gene now.

Today I see more fundamentalist gene types than ever before. There are not only Christians. All religions cultivate faithless followers. In fact none actually believe, in truth. They buy particular appealing fantasies and symptomatically profess atheism unconvincingly. The religious have all the hallmarks of atheism overlaid by crafted dogma remotely reflecting whimsical Gods. The disorder has provided endless material for numerous articles of mine. Where to begin? Try “The Great Society Paradox – Action That Defies Principled Beliefs” or “A Modern Day “Love Cult” Assumes Detracting Truths Are Heresy” for starters. Specifically tackling vanity, I even wrote a weighty piece here amply titled, “What is Harmony?”

Ken, Me and Pseudo-Truths

3d563564bedd198084fea8a3fdc2c189With so much fluff being passed off as pseudo-truth, can the same accusation be levelled at Ken or me? If I might step up to the chopping block first and were my earlier highlighted enemy’s “anti-everything” criticism-evaluation of me to be taken seriously, then reflectively the world would seem very different to “what it is” if my reckoning was used as the benchmark. Let us take the standardised view of gravity, which assumes magnetism of matter creates a drag effect. I say this is nonsense because, if it was the case, the drag effect of giant mountains would be sufficient for us to traverse sheer cliff faces. Assuming the around 200 miles per hour standardised “free fall” speed of unhampered objects crashing to earth is correct, I also challenge the concept that postulates things burn up in our atmosphere. I say the notion is actually preposterous. No friction is experience by sky divers (who, incidentally, oddly feel a great weight on the back in descent) from mile high drops. If asteroids’ “melt” as theorised, I say even high board divers would heat up in some way. Correct understanding of the dynamics of the forces that are responsible for Earth’s gravitational effect would show that only the very smallest space rocks are able to penetrate our atmosphere.

bluesky-enTherefore, putting everything to the test, I do regularly offer almost the diametric opposite of the “mainstream view” where the truth isn’t plainly unavoidable. “The sky is blue today” is an unavoidable truth when the sky is blue. No one, not even the mainstream, can argue it is magenta, sea green or puce without impairing the vision. “Why” the sky is blue is a different debate, but that will have to wait a future entry. More importantly, as the mainstream seems (upon reflection) wholly committed to the manufacture of non-reality, it begs for a much needed showdown. Here we encounter what can only be described as a deliberate manipulation of societies “for profit” and the cultivation of unaware manageable slaves. Beyond the insistence that individuals’ turn up for work and follow a basic [debatably] “moral” code, society is encouraged to behave irresponsibly in wilfully ill-spirited fashion. People are groomed to follow “look after number one” diktat which preserves the food source (corporate employer) in spite of the body.

dynastic-draconia_photo_mediumMy articles are mostly very long but always very clear on meanings and reasons. I cover enormous historic periods with enterprising authority. Messages don’t deviate except when I’m correcting myself. Be it there are giant gaps, voids between eras and eons, there is still a high level of overall congruity. My “snapshots” of the Anunaki, Dragons, Pteroids, Ciakars do not vary. Though histories don’t directly lead into each other, they are explained relatively “in context”. My strange history of man, the alternative end to Atlantis and even the definition of what “Atlantis” is/was (i.e. Martian origins, resettling almost the entire [what is now] northern hemisphere on Earth) are written by one that seems to have “remembered” it. Some have commented on the fact. I don’t make this stuff up. Reflectively, memories may be selective, but they are also secure (when coming from a place of honesty).

Unexplained Unconventional Memories

pasted-image-0Ken Bakeman goes through the exact same routine differently, of course. For one, his memory is in the moment. It is vivid but there; proto reality. Everyone can empathise with this, because he relays experiences as they are perceived. The reader lives the fantasy. Ken is Kirk, Bones and Spock on the Enterprise; new lands, characters and exciting creatures await every fresh instalment. Anyone who has read anything by Arthur C Clarke or thumbed “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe” by C. S. Lewis will have been transported to like vividness. J. M. Barrie’s “Peter Pan” brings material to the immaterial at a place called “Neverland”. Narnia, Wonderland, Neverland are all fantasy realms; the imagination brought to life, would-be reality made real.

Therefore, even in the most outlandishly misleading fiction, truth actually hovers remotely, ever teasing the conscience, perhaps under will of the enterprisingly effervescent. Some people have the gift of tuning into this effervescence; “seeing” without eyes if you will. The technique is called different things: clairvoyance, channelling, divining, soothsaying, prophesising. There are numerous words, but all refer to the same basic process. Discrepancies occur in the numerous routes or paths to truth.  These lionise perspective to such a degree that one truth might appear so different to the alternative view (of the same truth) that accounts would be judged as direct “opposites”. One person says the glass is more or less empty and the other claims it is more or less full. Who to believe?

robed_mantid1991_colorA good example is the way I perceive the intellectual Venusian Mantids compared with Niki Reinert’s spiritual versions (I outline the outlandish differences here). Would the humble house fly view humans as unconscionable “monsters” given the lack of inter-social cooperation? Honestly, I don’t think they would give any of us “spiritual beings” a very good reference in front of the Creator. There is an underlying energy that consumes everything that is and this gives away these connections. Insects have an uncanny knack of picking up on it. To give an example, years ago, I lived on a first floor apartment and sensed tiny German cockroaches were transmitting welcome to me. A mild, telepathic “we love you” wave surrounded me for a number of years. I tolerated them even though I would irrationally attempt to kill large flying “bugs”, their cousins, on sight.

Sweet Insects and Their Extraordinary Taste For Telepathy

It was only when they had eaten the solenoids in my ansa-phone and I noticed them wriggling around inside the display of my microwave and video recorder that I realised things had gotten out of hand. They had accumulated in the hundreds. Never had I seen such an infestation anywhere else. My flatmate filled a vat with boiling water and threw in a surface covering that had a good hundred insects attached to it. That was the only measure needed. Within two months of the attack on the group, there were no German cockroaches in my apartment. No chemicals were used against them. They just left because they sensed my will had turned against them. I no longer wanted them there.

tumblr_oen2dmqfgf1vv02wzo1_1280The point I am trying to make is, we presume we are superior, but perhaps nature has a lot of hidden qualities arrogance permits we overlook. Perhaps there is magic in 3D too, if someone desired enough to notice. Awareness of the energetic haze that connects everything exponentially increases with extra-sensory dimensional range. As much as our scientists try to pretend otherwise, 3D gives us extremely limited perception. Indeed, as I explain in my book “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, 3D would be better categorised as 2D for illusoryflat worlds” and “line worldsdon’t exist. This can be proven mathematically. However, I also argue that prior to shifting into 3D, colour was likely perceived only as monochrome (or a simplified spectrum), pitch and tonality severely reduced and temperature ranges would not have holistic all-consuming potence.

Conventions, Truth and Exo-political Manoeuvres

scrooge-simConventions go a long way to validating superiority. If we were all guided by truth alone, none of us could accept anything on face value. We would each become investigative journalist, historian and detective wrapped as one. Conventions allow particular messages, those cause validating, to give the group congruity. In a sense each authentic source is given license to instil tradition. Does this mean that if Shakespeare said it it must be true, because he was a “genius” and almost divine? Perhaps Shakespeare is a bad example as he was a playwright; a manufacturer of fantasy. Then again; is not Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” so vivid it seems real? Scrooge has become an icon in his own right. Mention of his name to any westerner conjures instant common understanding. That Dickensian traditionalism has been instilled in us all since birth. Other cultures have different but equating brands of social identity models. Ineptitude is somehow transcended by the power of certain collective instructions; all but effervescent manoeuvres.

Some writers on exo-political matters stand out. Whether in good faith or through cause of ambitious persistence, many in the fringe “public eye”, the popular personalities, end up pretty much spinning the same old warped messages. Tired half-truths go from one to another like worn clothes. Often the purest information is found in “off the cuff” remarks, the ones that almost slip by unnoticed. Why did he say that? That sounds interesting! Even so, proto-mainstream paranormal is pretty predicable, when tunes and rhythms are familiarised. Things go bump in the night, not ghosts. Enigmas are far and few between.

desert-whirlwindsWhen someone like Ken Bakeman or, dare I say, me comes along, everything changes. Like desert whirlwinds we run amok with traditions, ransacking familiar structures, leaving only fundamentals intact. Some label us “disasters”. Others view us as breaths of fresh air. In very different ways we stand out or “stick out”, depending on individual reasoning. Ken might be better compared to Simon Parkes or Alex Collier without the “tangents” or farfetchedness. He takes you into a world that is unmistakably his. It’s new and fresh and exciting. He somehow turns Neverland, Narnia and Wonderland into reality. And it’s a reality that continues to expand with ever more exotic creatures waiting in the wings to be discovered in new instalments.

Humans Draconian Common Ways

imagle15Even so there is vitality about his writings that conveys honesty. Such is the effect on his readers, Eva Draconis was moved enough to embellish his thematic material. Did she not write her own take on the great Pterodactyl (which, incidentally, is the genetic heritage of all the Pteroid lineages up to Homo erectus) after confirming she had been inspired by Ken? She is important in her own right too. In one piece she mentioned that when reptilians consume energy from live humans, to them it is like “drinking juice”. Do we not receive taste infusions when adding freshly chopped live herbs to foods we eat? Who has been reduced to tears by a soppy love story, become paranoid after a realistic horror movie or been exhilarated when witnessing a new Olympic record in motion? We are very similar to them, but perhaps the ways to gauge those similarities are too subtle for the modern-day arrogant know-it-all.

My writings could not be any more different than Ken’s. Some might try and compare me against David Wilcock or Nassim Haramein without the “science”. Others could argue I am a politically ambiguous Michael Tellinger. More than one follower has suggested I may access the same basic information “sources” as Michael Tsarion. I am told we are very different in very similar ways, like humans and Draconians, I guess. There have even been one or two that have suggested Mark Passio may be an “associate” of mine, though I don’t get the connection.

1619384_298744073584242_1599295315_nAh for the power of “Google”! I constantly try and back up “what I think” studiously. Every day sees enormous amounts of data checked and processed to cross-reference ideas.  In searching for some material on Passio, I discovered a little Bibliotecapleyades hosted article on the “Alpha Draconians”. My own writings on the Alpha Draconians, notably Ciakar reptilians, are extensive (though much not revealed publically). Never before had I seen any physical source validating my information on Ciakar genetic origins. Jim Euclid, a character unknown to me, on 8th May 2012 announced to the world information that implies Ciakars are the product of Tyrannosaur DNA via “Capella ancestry lines”. Though he fails to mention it, Earthlings (reptilians) regard telepathic (and telekinetic) Tyrannosaurus Rex as the first Earth man.

My New Year’s Resolution

Being persistent, I needed to find out more about this mysterious Jim Euclid, given the importance of his information. By a strange trade of fate, I stumbled across a short article of his titled “Characters Write, Authors Dictate”. That was it. That was the difference between me and Ken Bakeman. He builds memorable characters that write meaningful memory. I dictate. Even so my style is excessively erudite and, in places, powerfully sentimental, readers are caught between two poles. My stories menacingly hover, never quite materialising. For the open minded, what I say is compellingly plausible, often well-reasoned. Closed minds hate me, but let’s face it; they are beyond hope, beyond conversion, stuck on the vinyl for prosperity.

6fd23390a676671c1b5eef1216aa3b36A strange idea occurred to me. I have now written two lengthy articles about Ken Bakeman, never reading any more than small snippets of his own work. Does that make me closed minded too? I have the advantage of being able to hook up to Ken’s DNA and can read his holistic print eternally. However, sometimes perception is more important and, in doing the mind meld thing, I (in many ways) lose Ken. Remember, earlier I exampled Niki Reinert and her connection with the Venusian Mantids? Records accessed through her showed very different accounts of their physical presence and reason for being. That is an undeniable dichotomy. Had I missed something? Was it “me” or was it “her”? Thus, there is only one way forward to do justice to Ken. I must buy and read his book. That is my fortuitous New Year’s Resolution.

Where is the enigmatic Ken Bakeman?

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Where is the enigmatic Ken Bakeman?

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I am generally more interested in lesser or unknown talents. Whether by decree of fate or superficial accident, magnetic forces occasionally throw special individuals in my direction and some of the most characteristically unique are perhaps known (in relation to comprehension of paranormal matters) only to me. When these gems undertake the journey towards fame and transform into stars, they invariably call on synthetic qualities. Simon Parkes’ credibility drops with every presentation. This is not to say he has lost his connection with eternal wisdom, but, rather, his message is diluted to suit peer profiles; a prerequisite of success.

"Low vibrational" White Draco courtesy of adolescent channelling artist Ian R.

“Low vibrational” White Draco courtesy of adolescent channelling artist Ian R.

Famous people detest detractors, as demonstrated by the perennial mainstream media tantrums of the rich & famous. Sometimes greater prodigy is seen in criticism and perhaps that is why it causes so much acrimony. I have critics too. One loud voice felt I had unfairly overshadowed Ken Bakeman by using one of his depictions to illustrate my last post whilst giving him no credit. Whereas no attempt was made to disguise the fact (his artworks are all signed) I agree with my critic and have compiled this tribute to make good. It has afforded me the opportunity to promote a great posthumous talent. Let us be clear on the facts though, before jumping to rash conclusions. Ken has been known to disappear before. Shockwaves disrupted cyberspace just after he explosively appeared on the scene back in mid-2000’s only to evaporate into the void like one of his extra-dimensional creations. Perhaps “creation” is the wrong word as I do not imply he made up any of his accounts. It is homage to him that for certain details on convoluted aspects of what is generically termed the Draco networks; he is the only source.

Nevertheless he was last heard from mid-2013, over two years ago, and has been so well hidden, there is some merit to the consideration he has been abducted…or worse. It is odd that in mid-2014, by all accounts, he was not returning e-mails from perspective book buyers (although this January 2014 submission claims his website was up but where are all these “uncensored kitty porn websites”? I have yet to find one in years of research: professional liars masquerading as commenters?). Nevertheless, strange things do happen to special individuals indefinitely connected to reptilian hierarchies. Only days after a Facebook hook up with an extremely talented party, the page was pulled without explanation or consent. I regularly “lose” e-mails. Did Simon Parkes hear my appeal to connect? If so, it has been in vain. Let us hope my efforts have not been thwarted by the cabal. Bohemian Grove tales of blood sacrifices and advanced BDSM do have a guttural ophidian quality. Then there was my olive branch outstretched to Michael Tsarion which, likewise, failed to grab the attention, but, of course, his output falls into the same category as, say, Alex Collier’s interesting but less than perfect testimony so maybe fate does have a role. Although, Tsarion seems to focus on spiritual juxtaposing factors whereas Collier does not. What is important is Eva Draconis found me and, in my mind, she is as differently special as Ken Bakeman, so this post is largely devoted to both of them.

robed_mantid1991_colorJames Bartley, Karla Turner and others have posited “reptilians” in a dim light as merciless, cold hearted, blood thirsty manipulators of humanity. Unfairly, a persuasion, capitalised on by David Icke, eludes that reptilians regularly abduct humans, mostly children, merely to torture and “sexual abuse” them in some arbitrary fashion and this has promulgated the mainstream view. Me, Ken and Eva in some ways confirm this, but with reservation and certainly applying strict reasoned limits to theories so as not to humanise everything we observe. Journalism has always found sanctity in melodrama, but after George Orwell’s “1984”, perpetual war motifs personifying good and evil have persuaded perverse resurgences of closet Zoroastrianism. Thus, as per that sour role play, reptilians must be all bad to be worthy of discussion in serious circles. There are exceptions with Mary Rodwell, to her credit, promoting the lighter side of herpetological heritage in more recent times.

Synthetic hacks frequenting open media alternative resource points, such as “Before It’s News”, regularly spin fertile yarns geared to exciting the gullible masses. Ken and Eva are clearly adrift of agenda driven propaganda and, in many ways, should be trend setters. To a degree Simon Parkes also falls in this category as, whilst his intentions sometimes seem unduly negative, his information is so pure it can never be overlooked. If I was pressured into citing a specific example of where he had fallen short of integrity standards, it would have been his Camelot interview. All in all the presentation was exceptional, as always. For instance, no one has ever revealed the special relationship between Pleiadians (remnants of Atlantean version six human genetics) and dolphins before (to my knowledge). However, he lied when he said that incarnate reptilian populations are only found in a very small localised section of inner Earth. He knows this is not true, but the bulk of populations are contained in one segmented holy city; their “Mecca”.

Alien-types-470x1024The best way of separating talent from establishment mouthpieces is by discerning originality. In prior posts here, I have distinguished that the Draco networks are not exclusively reptilian. My readers have been informed that billions of years ago the eternal serpent (Annunaki) realigned itself and, consequentially, broke into two visual templates: canine mammalians with the “face of God” and piscine reptilians. Over extended time things have aggregated into what “is” now. We are an appendage of the original serpent. Yet, the vast majority of those I communicate with are in denial of their reptilian nature because of the slanderous inferences imagined by populist movements such as David Icke’s. Compared with what else is around, it is plainly obvious my message doesn’t assist the current identity crisis which has galvanised all human races (as we never were a “single species”, rather multiple hybridised sub-species). Reactions, due to ignorance, have been predictably muted, but when coming, are most often disturbed. The truth will not set you free. That is the evidence used to jail those that dare to inform in spite of dissension.

Ken Bakeman’s website disappeared in 2013. Now his most currently lasting public legacy seems to be in the form of snippets pulled from that website “with permission”. Thanks to the Eyebama blog, there are a good number of lengthy excerpts, as Ken is a prolific writer. For this entry, I would like to focus on aspects of part two of the recantation of his meeting with a tall reptilian we shall call “Renjeck” for now. But first, I have selected a non-related picture to insert which is very representative of their art. Medieval tradition is the closest man has come to Ciakar (the common Earth plane and beyond reptilian type) mindset. Thus, a serpent entwined sword on shield is precisely the type of insignia I would expect to regularly witness in their public places. The fleur-de-lys is another of their popular symbols which is as commonly used in designs as our circles and squares.

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Ken is a strong expressive writer. If anything, he rather overworks the emotional content, perhaps accentuating his reptilian. Maybe that’s the wrong conclusion. Until we work from a baseline understanding of what being reptilian is, how can any valid appraisal of standards be made? obj1617geo796pg29p4Going on my experience, based both on observations and direct interaction, their minds work in a much more disjointed, staccato fashion than ours. This is odd; as they are also much more grounded and centred than us, which projects the dichotomy – ordered chaos. They instinctively seem to “pulse” a particular way, i.e. survival is acceptable and, therefore, is the only truth (if that’s the right word). Anyone suggesting another way is an idiot or an enemy, per their tradition. Can I say that they have the fundamentalist mindset? Then again, chaos undoes all this. Miscellaneous riddles and proverbs, devoid of chronology and often (apparently) wildly out of context, give their logic a promiscuity. These whispers can undo all those rules effecting survival that once placated the masses. In other words, if it sounds like babble it’s probably reptilian, so perhaps I have been unfair to Ken, whose information streams would be best described as lucid.

reptilian_renjeckThe second part of his account concerning his meeting with Renjeck begins with the switched off radio wireless talking to him in a deep baritone voice. I mentioned before about truth givers risking jail for self-expression. The Looney Bin is a form of prison. Many clairvoyants have been judged or judged themselves as insane to fit the social mould. In this case, fortunately, there was a payoff, as the mysterious messages issued by the vaporous entity turned out to be honest. Instructions were to meet with a tall reptilian at a disclosed location. It is then we learn of the specific name of this creature. In the main, they do not like to share names so, though not unheard of, the acknowledgement of a real identity, in this case, was unusual. They, unlike us, have one name which is regarded as unique birth right, so there are no Bill’s, Ben’s, Jack’s and Jill’s. We don’t know the significance of harmonic sound and how it relates to inter-dimensional purpose, whereas they do (to some degree). Myself, I have only experienced two kinds of voice from them. One is a slithery, whispery, snakelike sound and the other a deep fusion of lion’s roar with the dog’s bark. Ken’s deep baritone analogy would match. Nevertheless, some of their words best approximate howling winds in a stripped desert, so our palate simply cannot represent them. To justify Renjeck, Ken does illuminate that the stress is on “rrr” or “grrr” completed by “eck” as someone might clear their throat.

Suffice to say, Renjeck iteration can only be approximated for the human diphthong as, by any other measure, it is unpronounceable. Ken, to his credit, does not conceal the fact and offers some rather more graphically alliteral analogies than I feel comfortable as permissible for sensitive audiences here. Though, there might also be a metaphor hidden in those descriptive base bodily function terms. The Ciakars, in general, are extremely earthy, perhaps rude and use fundamental honesty (core being) as basis for unwritten contracts. I did present in Sydney recently and went on stage after an unknown female, simply calling herself “Jo”. She talked of her relationship with some lower vibrational types (close enough to our plane to manifest). For them, if she desired something [of them] that they agreed with, an unbreakable contract between parties had been forged. Ken also touches on this with some of his muted inflections. Simon Parkes too discussed comparable characteristics in some of his vintage AMMACH interviews. Even talented crop circles aficionado Win Keech has spoken in some detail on how the Draco manipulate these agreements.

Ken talked about his surprise at his large visitor’s empathy towards him (something matched by six year old Parkes and his excursion with a Draco king). Though to a child the creature looked oversized and fierce, it seemed, in nature, to understand him and, respectively, was rather kind. My own experiences do not parry at all, but the circumstances have been very different. For instance, I met (in my mind) a T-Rex headed pilot, neatly dressed in a brown one piece flying suit with black jack boots (?). He would have been human in every respect except for the head. The body was trim, fit, but not at all “tall” by our standards. Whereas Ken was in awe of the creature in front of him, I was the opposite. Rather than calming me with kindness, I felt my T-Rex clone was trying to channel the fear-of-God into me. Offering it scorn alone to quell its desire, the beast never returned. Ken points out that his topic had a large mouth and he was pensive as to what sort of sharp teeth it might contain. Ironically, I too was only wary of my opponents’ bite threat. There I revealed my weakness. Ever since, I have been distrustful of sharp knives, regularly channelling horrific frenzied attack mutilations but also badly cutting myself twice [without provocation] when preparing food (this may or may not have been reflective of their “thought jamming” techniques, but one must pose the question).

rejecks-shipTo enhance his description, Ken produced a vignette of the creature next to its 3m high bullet shaped uni-craft. It became obvious that it was a patrol vehicle (something like our state issued police cars) with an auspicious red hazard light marking its pinnacle. These SUS’s (Standard Utility Spacecraft) are not new to me and I visualise the same one black. However, with mine it is as though it has been made out of meccano or breeze block sized Lego pieces which automatically either fan out or contract depending on the whim of the owner. No “police” lamp is particularly visible on it and the contraption literally opens up something like a Lamborghini to reveal the inside. For Ken there was 25% more space inner than permissible by reflecting calculations on the outer dimensions. Mine offered at least double internal capacity creating an illusion not dissimilar to Dr Who’s “Tardis”. While inside the craft, Ken observed something (for my research) that has not been recorded before. His creature whipped out a black wand. There are plenty of reports of standard issue silver pens which act as multi-purpose laser or saser pointing devices, but none on his black stick. The one I see is not big (2 cm in diameter and 20 cm long), marbled with a graphite quality. The ends are glassine or crystalline as if they have been sealed in some way. It looks very sturdy.

According to Ken, the reptile, without notice, abruptly mobilised the wand with its mind and this also had the unexpected side-effect of deactivating its body into a melon sized, scarlet energy field (or light orb), which proceed to exit a solid section of the spacecraft leaving the boy alone. Orbs are not understood by us yet and are the residue of light which mark coordinates of reality points cloaked in subspace. That is why a 26km square mother ship can appear the size of a coin in light format. Not sure whether he was captive or if his host had gone for good, Ken was reticent to bolt out of the ship’s open door in case this was countered by some kind of divine retribution. I can add that Ciakar orbs (used for visits by reptiles) are usually white or golden (standard light colour). Red ones are normally expressly devoted to attack missions, so bystanders are well advised to avoid them at all cost. Just as the Zeta Grey Beings can switch off atomic particles, they use a similar method to truncate matter and hide in sub-space. Why different coloured orb energy fields are emanated by processes I have not ascertained thus far.

Renjeck also demonstrated other telekinetic abilities but, for me, we have already covered the substance (i.e. negotiating the black wand with its mind). KindestEva Draconis’ experiences are rather different and, as she regularly states, her origins are from the Balkan region (compared against through and through Anglo-American, Ken). I rather fancy Slovenia, but this has not been verified. Her writing style, whilst clear, lacks the expressive fluidity of Ken and I. The lack of vocabulary range and, perhaps at some times, poor grammar (for purists) does not hinder the overall message. Other activities have ensured time constraints have limited my focus on her book, “The Orion Project, Real or Imaginary?” That restricted availability has only allowed me to process a mere 85 of the 557 pages of text. Far from being salacious (as advertised), the contents have turned out to be very scientific; composed as a diary it is almost a chronicle. By page 5 differences between the “red” and “black” reptilians (all Draconian Reptilians in her view) are being pondered. It turns out her black reptile is actually blue (I see it as a vivid, deep sky blue and it did not like me intruding on its space).

There were many, many surprises in my reviewed excerpt – too many to detail. I can reveal that they (she calls them the “Orion’s” but I think “Orioners” is better) have a fascination in the intricate measurements of the human; scoping some parts I never knew existed! There is a purpose which will shock some readers. To her credit, Eva omits nothing even if she doesn’t understand it. OrionApril122012This is to say that she responds vigorously to everything they bring up as though it is her mission in life. Occasionally, errors of judgement are made and progressed as a consequence of misconstrued reasoning. In other cases, because she misses their drift, they refuse to continue conversation streams. Perhaps she aptly demonstrates her humanity. The way they respond to accusations might be best demonstrated by our treatment of late Michael Jackson and his reaction to it.

The history is laid out by the mainstream Medias. Young male associates of Michael were encouraged to blackmail him against (probably unfounded) past illegal and inappropriate sexual liaisons. Shadowed by the US Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), the tabloids launched a trail by Media against Michael and the majority of people, due to their obsessive vanity, believed the scurrilous information presented. Institutions were involved including sensational court cases. When forced to defend himself, Michael produced 1000’s of young witnesses in support of his character. He had played and beat the FBI at their own game. In a sense, that sums up the viperous, reptilian nature of humanity and I sense the Orioners would aggressively defend themselves to the end of the Earth against these sort of accusations, perhaps using the same sort of cunning that MJ employed. They also cut loose of irrelevance. When Eva touches on points that don’t add anything to context, she is either rebuked or met with silence.

The mistake Michael made was to “settle” with one of the lads’ out-of-court, thus establishing potential for precedence for guilt, even though the plea bargain system leverages the cowardice of the innocent. My assessment of the extended melodramas summoned and engineered by Eva suggests reptilians mostly react in the opposite way to us. Hurling allegations at them draws them out into the open. obj6398geo3640pg38p4They also all (ones exposed) have superiority complexes. Arrogance is not limited to their views on inferior humanity. Dragons, for instance, see themselves as far more important than White Draco. To which end, they (dragons) assess their pallid opponents as, what we might call, “puffed chickens”. Hierarchy, pecking order and traditions are all important in these societies. Many senior Draco members wear amulets of various types. One, as mentioned in a prior post, I conceive looks rather like a town mayor’s ornate golden neck chain. They have a fascination with rubies (or some other red coloured gem stone) as I regularly experience it used in motifs and have been visited by large batlike avatars that have them “sewn into” their bodies.

An ever present theme weaves its way through Eva’s writings. The traditionalism I mentioned earlier is extended to almost conscientious behaviour. They, unlike us, have distinct mannerisms. She observes how a White Draco that visits her has very sensitive shoulders that inflect a separate body language. I have witnessed the constantly moving, “twitching” nodding (usually side to side) heads she discusses a lot (extending the concept into a form of dance), but not all behave this way. Returning to the Orion narrative, on one hand they (the visitors) are deeply concerned about the effect of environmental pollution on our children (in particular), whereas [on the other] they were more than willing to trade nuclear weapons with NATO in exchange for genetic samples. There is a matter-of-factness about the way they operate. If it is in the manual, then it must be ok. I can understand why NATO apparently did not want them flying over Iraq, but why did they prohibit the exchange of Danish children for research?

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It is made clear, early on, that the Orioners are unable to breathe Earth atmosphere, but it is also pretty apparent they are what we would call extra-dimensional. Many of these creatures won’t manifest for safety reasons as, although Eva does not explore this in the sample I refer to, they become subject to Earth plane rules and could be attacked and injured or even killed. That is why they have perfected holographic technologies in order to visit places safely and they are not the only ones that use them. Just about all the advanced ET’s know of the dangers of direct contact. Their blue colour suggests to me the Orioners are hydrogen breathers and Alex Collier asserts this is the case for the majority of what-he-calls Booteans. These are likely to be “cousins” of the Ciakars, although many have alien genetic heraldry. It is reasonable to consider that the Orioners are connected with Earth plane Draco, else why would they have permission to survey Earth populations? In addition, the Ciakars here have multi-source reported direct relationships with NATO and NASA.

In addition to the (albeit misunderstood) ruthless nature of Draco agents, there is another commonality which unites just about everyone [worthy of note] with anything meaningful to say on this subject. Mysterious “Jo” perhaps puts it best. At her Sydney forum, she quipped, “They just love to create bizarre hybrids but the [genetic] combinations don’t work and result in great anguish [all eventually lose grip of sanity].” Simon Parkes affirmed this view as he claimed the Draco (not for want of trying) had never been able to perfect the human hybridisation process to produce a balanced model. insectoid_clericAll creations eventually lose their minds. According to Parkes, I think, they had perfected the cloning process and an army of Rothschild gene super soldiers await the opportune rainy day to unleash their terror on unsuspecting Earth surface dwellers. As farfetched as this sounds; there is a mountain of evidential accounts giving such precise details with notable cross-references that the notion all are made up fantasies defies reason. Zeta-Draco’s (or Futczhi) was a relatively successful hybrid, so it is not all negative.

Eva’s most interesting revelations on her website concern another successful creation; a Mantis hybrid formed squarely out of reptilian genetics by the Draco. It is whale like in character and, thus, she was correspondingly impressed with my Beruzdia article here, as (for her research) no one had ever noticed the whale connection before. Of course these types are not related, hence my interest in her work. Reviewing Eva’s description of what she calls the Thubans (after a prominent star in the Zeta Reticuli system [Eva has noted my inadvertent error: I mean Alpha Draconis instead]) are quite in contrast to the 2.5m plus tall gangly bipedal grasshoppers that influence colourful “pop” iconography. ThubanMay082012Hers are best described as horse-sized bloated white grubs whose oddly shaped flippers approximate those of the mantis. They, according to her details, can rapidly rub these appendages together to create a vibrational effect that can be felt but is not enough to be detected by the human ear. The most intriguing part of her account is the way they can channel a pleasant sexual energy (in her example, between the females and the children) affirming an entirely different erotic culture to ours. In character, they are presented as aggressively argumentative, often resorting to derogatory name calling. Ultimately, a 2012 “meeting” was engineered to collect Eva’s genetics, so, objectively; the demonstrative agenda of these creatures seems very similar to the others.

It is import to finish on a note that put things in perspective. Here is an apt direct quote from Eva’s website taken from the page titled “Reptilians”:

Reptilians are arrogant and aggressive, they have frequent sudden outbursts. Draconians can be snappy and irritable and easily angered by things. Sometimes they raise their voice and yell without warning, it can come as a surprise. If a human is easily provoked I can imagine humans getting into arguments with the Draconians. Stay calm and listen to what they say and not as much how they say it that is how to get along fine.

They are completely incapable of feeling any of the sensations of fear or pain. And when another creature is feeling pain or fear it produces a huge energy which the Draconians love to bask in and ingest, also known as energy vampirism. The Draconians refer to this as “drinking juice”. It can leave a human drained and weak and even feeling sick.

Draconians do not understand love and compassion and rather think of those as a weaknesses. Reptilians who show signs of weakness  are beaten or even killed. Draconians are abusive toward other races. “

Though “weakness” is generally interpreted as cowardice and those that don’t yield to threats are usually respected, tread cautiously with them!