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 30^th 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!

Live DNA Light Readings – Deep Historic “Extra-Terrestrial” Field

Even though I was different, over the years I have discovered many others partially do as I do, but they do not do in the way I do. Everyone in this time space feels their sources are pure, their methods secure, their information personally unique offering news to tantalise, but I am the only one that gives the complete picture for prosperity’s sake. For instance, those guided by Zeta Grey Beings present wisdom with a Zeta slant. Reptilians skew legendary Draco annuls of illumination in their favour. Even the “flawless” Sirians are periodically biased in judgement; perhaps, in some ways, the most biased of all. Everyone “pitches”. They all sell or spin their points of view. Some do it so well they could convince the saintly.

In a sense we (for lack of better terminology) clairsentients refer to the exact same source. It is called many names: inherence, anthropomorphic field, crossing over, never world, Akashic Records, speaking in tongues and so on and so on. Just as dimensions are graded, source is aggregated too. Thus most, at best, can only tune into a part picture, an aspect of what is or what was. If I might select the “First World War” as an analogical example, detailed inspection of manoeuvres at the Battle of the Somme gives little or no insight as to grand macro global politics behind the war. If anything, from the insular micro perspective over thought certainly distorts wider judgement. The same can be said of my field. The path I travel is a precarious one as far as truth is concerned. Such is the hazard, many fail to realise that proof is always negotiable, whereas truth is not. Indeed this, given the present aggravated state of humanity, highlights the will to be right transcends determinate reason.

That is why the same old die hard, time tested untruths have stuck like barnacles to a rusty hulk. Just about everyone, including psychics, are so well adapted to “systemic now”, rigged, cracked, erroneous fundamentals are relied upon as though there were a verbatim authority. Demystification is hard, because it takes a big heart to undermine that which is branded “obviously true”, particularly in light of the consensus will to be right. For instance, “MILABS” is nonsense; a conspiracy involving evil, twisted reptilians’ hell bent on destroying the human race. The truth is so far adrift of that illusion; it is almost the reverse of what is being projected. Therefore, courtesy of cultural propaganda, the illusory image persuades belief (for that matter, is science illusory?). The problem is anything harking from the “other side” is, but for contextual analysis of “hearsay”, beyond proof. From the material perspective, everything located outside verifiable “3D” theoretically doesn’t exist.

Pot holes impeding the path to virtue are numerous indeed, but those anticipating more of the same from me will either be eagerly rewarded or bitterly disappointed as, in a sense, I go out of my way to deflate cultural or political correctness. Some mighty oaks that were once household facts have fallen through consequence of my intervention.

Recently I turned professional (whatever that means) and consequentially began offering consultancy services to those interested in knowing about past lives and other matters embroiled in what I call the “extra-terrestrial auric DNA field”. Everyone, without exception, has one (auric outer layer) and my terms to do a DNA reading are simple. Prospective clients must bring no preconceptions or predispositions to any reading. If you believe you are a Sirian, your light DNA may well reject that opinion. Please do not shoot the messenger for your error in judgement. The vast majority of bulk standard human beings are varieties of reptilian. Be aware of that before you begin.

It should be no surprise as we are an unauthorised version of Ciakar (the professional name for “reptilian”), as I outline in numerous topical articles, revealing even the Bible tells us so. That is why “God” (in this instance a Pteroid) was unhappy and banished us from the Garden of Eden (which, contrary to popular belief, is located in the Earth’s centre). God, as a Pteroid, to coin mass distortion (of the MILABS style) was a vicious, snarling wolverine or satyr. Logic unsurprisingly dictates that, as with many humans, other than following certain rites of passage, Pteroids are not vicious or nasty unless aggravated by something or someone that offends.

One individual has already taken the prestigious step of paying $200 for a two hour session. The client was so empowered by the experience; I have been given express permission to use any of the content of our consultation providing it in no way reveals the subject’s identity. I am cordially amazed at the sheer numbers of human beings that have been brainwashed into “believing” over-credentialed science propaganda and thankfully this client renewed my faith in the open mind concept. Perhaps the use of the word “propaganda” in this instance is unfair. That would presuppose scientists go out on a limb to deliberately mislead for political gain. Undoubtedly politics has played a role in “shaping” science opinion, but I believe most individual technicians are dedicated to their causes and insomuch behave as ethically and professionally as they can. In a sense, there lies the greater worry for prosperity. If this is the best they can do, God help us for the truth will never be given a look in.

Suffice to say science theory is regularly categorically and fundamentally wrong even when proved correct. The Flat Earth movement exploits glaring errors of past and current physics opinion. In the context of dinosaurs, which was a feature of my consultation, biological categorisation is so wayward palaeontology “general knowledge” could only be judged an embarrassment to truth. My client, I gleefully informed, had been a dinosaur in one of the many incarnations I evaluated. Surprisingly to me, this news was neither a shocking nor unwelcome as my client, in turned out, anticipated as much. In fact, my revelations arguably had the reverse effect to what might be regarded “normal”. For my client the news was an inherent celebration of genetic identity and (can I say?) validator of being. Even though I could not be precise on which brand (if that’s the right word) or type of dinosaur I viewed, one of those giant, towering semi-aquatic herbivores seems closest to fitting the bill. Personally, the dinosaur equivalents of land lubbers remind me of brightly coloured cows when in close up. If I inspect the detail, before me is what can only be described as Flesh Mountains.

Dinosaurs possibly had different priorities to anything that is now alive today. In their own way they were extremely intelligent. It was not a logical or rational intelligence by our standards. These beings (and they were not animals in our sense) were each tumultuous emotional centres and their thoughts generated active tornados which proliferated out as extended torsion fields (perhaps in some way similar to Earth’s deeply misunderstood electro-magnetism). Individual dinosaurs soaked up and thrived on both the essence of being and the residue of the group. This is something beyond human comprehension. We do not do that in the way they did it. This group energy feeding is possibly why “part Tyrannosaur” Ciakar reptilians try to emulate the same basic function. MILAB proponents may well argue objectives are very different but, frankly, I view MILAB over-zealousness as the irrational opposite of verbatim. Sensation for sensation’s sake should invite ridicule.

If biological science was to be clearly informed, proponents would have no choice but to accept the dinosaur “brain” did not match anything that is currently known to live today. The central nervous system was comparatively small; tiny in some celebrated cases, often highlighted by the Stegosaurus. However, there were other mini-brains or “adapters” and specific glands networked throughout the body. The nervous system was literally “spread” to operate something like Christmas lights around a tree. I am not precisely sure how the dynamics worked, but I gain the impression that different brains could generate different types of thoughts. Therefore, it does not take a giant stretch of the imagination to consider that maybe each dinosaur could instinctively deliberately control any brain they wished to use depending on what type of thoughts they wanted to generate.

The special way “cerebral cortex lacking” Ciakar reptilian regulates the conscience gives some insight into this peculiar dinosaur behaviour. Ciakars are dual blooded (warm and cold). We glean the idiom “cold bloodedness” from them. When they revert to cold blood, there is tragic shift of character which, in some cases, makes certain MILAB tales chillingly plausible. Ciakars can wilfully shift to cold blood mode just as we, for instance, can induce a meditative trance. The point being, once again, in comparison to the dinosaurs’ weird conduct there is nothing here on Earth that does that. We have no cast iron comparisons, so science is reduced to ignorance on the matter.

This means, sadly, our palaeontology is not committed to discovering the truth. All theories determining dinosaur physiology are merely reduced to adaptations of philosophies supporting current living systems that are either hybridised or fully transposed to “fit” the crafted alien landscape. Of course, access to truth would render sentiment impotent, certainly factoring illicit topics such as group telepathy, but “science” doesn’t seem to give a damn. On the controversial subject of “thoughts management”, Tyrannosaurus Rex was the master. Having the power to create direct “one on one” telepathic or telekinetic channels, it was more genetically advanced than human being! So proud were the Dragons, creators, they heralded the design as their original prehistoric version of “man”.

Moving on, discussions about dinosaurs accounted for a tiny part of the overall consultation. Of greater interest was my client’s overemphasised contradictory genetic path, as evidenced through the paternal line. The maternal line mirrored a strange but profound hermaphrodite partnership that had persisted generations. In the mother’s case it was the same entity type with female overlapping male. Interestingly, for my client (the progeny) there was no trace of the mother’s core signature. To explain how this is possible, from the extra-terrestrial perspective, the human genome is so vast, it encompasses an enormous number of entity types (many otherwise unknown and unnameable). I capture those brought to the surface; those that are the core identity of each individual human subject.

It would be usual that at least one [entity path] characteristically reflects some aspect of the mother or father, but this is by no means a hard and fast rule. For my client, the Lemurian and the “Draco” dual energy fields are emphasised. This almost precisely mirrors the father’s overlay, except male/male reverts to female/male. (Note: prior changes in body developmental stages saw marked differences in auric representation). Those “intrigued” by this will find much more details in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”.

As for the Draco, once again, it is worth reiterating that (and thanks to MILABS disinformation) “they” amount to a dirty word, which shouldn’t be so. If the truth be known, our reptilian nature is the root of human compassion (compassion is a checked version of passion). We inherit no compassion from the mythical Atlantean Sirians, who could only offer conscientiousness. To be conscientious is to be logical, whereas reflective compassion is emotion driven empathy. Lemurians are part Sirian too, so my client has accumulated a blissful combination of compassion and conscientiousness. Both the Draco and Lemurians have a number of less desirable traits too, such as conceitedness, arrogance, jealousy and, most troublingly, fickle natures. My client informed me his father had these exact qualities in abundance!

The story of my client’s genetic heritage twists and turns to such a degree, it permits me to present a pleasantly shocking conclusion to this article. Knowledge about the real Draco is perhaps equally startling given the visceral generalised barbs directed at the group. Few know, for instance, the Draco is split between “ape beings” and “reptilians”. Those “in the know” know a chimpanzee is pure Draco. Therefore, “Adam” (hairy man wandering the Garden of Eden) and “Eve” (illegally hybridised human being booted out of the Garden of Eden) were each members of the Draco community of comparable status. Unlike ape (a fusion of Pteroid and Ciakar) we were part Sirian but had many other gene inputs (as discussed earlier). The paradox begins here because the Ciakar is a fusion of Sirian, Pteroid and Lyran (feline) making a spiritual being, whereas apes were created to largely function as animals only. Sirian genetics hold the key to accentuating conscience. Therefore, the only way an animal can be conscientious is by breaking its programming.

Returning to the theme, a more detailed background on my client should help to decipher why compatible Lemurian and Draco gene sets caused the contradiction of overlapping entities. I was told about a prior reading given to my client who learned of a role as a “Mayan” (I have not ascertained whether this was of Aztec or Olmec heritage) royal governor. Information provided included details about “his” (a male in that incarnation) murder thousands of years ago caused, in part, by family politics. I will spare the tedious details; suffice to say he was the victim of reptilian sacrifice. In this context cloaked “priests” (who inhabited caves which doubled as “monasteries” of sorts then) would lure people by various means to volunteer to give their lives to God to ensure “nature’s bountiful harvest” (it was deemed that a good harvest was “God’s trade” in these times). Exceptional circumstances and great family pressure pushed my client into willing sacrifice (which in a different way also connects with the Atlantis episode outlined later). He was placed seated on a stone alter, secured by monks on either side and behind him. A forth accomplice brandished a stone scythe (legacy of the “Angel of Death” or “Zamolxis”?) brought a speedy, violent end to proceedings.

There are Mayan records, perhaps based on rumours, which posit sacrifices were conducted on an industrial scale with anything up to two hundred fifty thousand bodies processed annually. Reptilian Ciakars (Draco) have two undeniable cold blooded vices: long memories for negative reflections and absolute dedication to eternal revenge. The latter is an enhancement of the Sirian aspect too, but I won’t split hairs here. Contrary to popular belief, Mayans and other aboriginal Indians were what the Lemurians became after their significant genetic downgrade. In the deep past, they had engaged in a number of violent mass conflicts (wars) against the reptilians. By example, according to Apache legends, “Indians” (Lemurians) living in the centre of the Earth had no choice but to venture to the surface due to a dramatic  change in living conditions (I sense it was a flood event). Their efforts to colonise were staunchly defended by the then reptilian natives, who were led by Lyran kings, but ultimately the great Moai (another name for Lemurian) warriors proved too strong and the defenders succumbed.

Though the Apaches offer no timelines, my creation sources imply altercations ended around 850,000BC (by our timescale). After they were removed from the planet surface, core reptilian and feline colonies regrouped as focused settlements inside Earth. Eventually they built cities so strong that not even the Anunaki could defeat them in their attempts to victoriously “reconsolidate” Earth (from circa 450,000BC). All subsequent efforts by hybrid Lemurians aimed at reclaiming their original homeland failed, although a small party of beings (Moai genetic stock) that had survived the collapse of Lemuria repopulated and colonised to control one inner “shelf” (beyond its crust, the Earth is broken into five continental layers), settlements still thriving today. It may appear bizarre, but the Lemurian group mind is fine with any reptilian karmic purge of their lesser Indian bodies. They recognise they must pay the karma price for past ill-deeds and know that if the Ciakars ever over-exerted  their bitter retribution, fate would turn back nastily and bite. I wonder if a Lemurian woman and a Draco reptilian royal male coming together in my hallowed client’s body itself isn’t an attempt at utopian karmic resolve.

Marble altars and corresponding sacrifice reoccurring themes did present a number of times throughout our sessions. Included was a cameo of an abduction scene so far adrift of our reality and physical presence in the universe, I could not pinpoint it. Ken Bakeman was no help either. We both drew a blank. The scenario comprised a white dragon of royal stature “frozen” in holographic traction being pushed along a central conveyor by two tall, roguish assailants, origins and type unknown. The setting was either a spaceship or a star port. To each side of the conveyor were randomly placed, uneven metallic box shapes of a burnished grey (perhaps something similar to polished pewter in appearance). Ahead was the entrance of an “airline hanger” and its arch contour eerily matched the famous Sydney Harbour Bridge of Australia. My client could not move at all. It was as though the holographic field had induced paralysis and with this came an impending feeling of doom and dread. After lengthy analysis of the enigmatic vignette, we could only mutually guess as to why events had been presented or had unravelled this way. We came to the similar undesirable conclusions that negative forces were so intent on mischief; they planned to fragment every atom of their captive’s body, which makes absolute sense only once the potence of DNA is understood.

After all that dismal talk, I would like to finish on a progressively positive note. Earlier I promised I would make a pleasantly shocking surprise revelation.  As a précis, I can add, the client, his mother and I were embroiled in some local politics on Tiamat maybe two billion years ago, but this is less important and doubtfully “shocking”. There was also a Maldek connection that can wait another day in relation to the story. Instead, I would like to bring the mythical continent of Atlantis centre stage focusing on the period post destruction of Marduk. (Marduk, for those oblivious to the fact, was a moon that revolved our planet each nine days of its lunar cycle, according to the Vedas). At the apex of tyrannous hostility, (suggestive of the Vedic account) Marduk was blown out of the sky under vain instruction of the Sirians in a horribly ill-considered attempt at absolute revenge against the “Greys” (which entity type can only be guessed). In light of a similar incident involving another Earth moon (with an extremely wide elliptical orbit), the fallout could be no better described than as “karmic blowback”.

After the resulting complete destruction of the main technological city (which incidentally is located under the Arctic Circle today) chaos ensued. Much of the [then] southern hemisphere (becoming the northern hemisphere in 10,853BC after the Earth’s crust detached from the body and slipped – a direct consequence of the Marduk impact) was snap frozen. The great cultural centre, Rainbow City, and a few remnants of the old Lemurian infrastructures were all that remained of organs devoted to preserving “order”. The Atlantis policy of “banishment” from key citadels had been in place for thousands of years prior to the destruction of the technological city. Consequentially, free roaming bandit tribes had already dispersed and settled vast tracts of land. These peoples were the focus of Sirian missionaries, in light of the absence of laws and potential for desperate immorality. Matters were made worse by the fact that “human”, of mixed hybrid DNA, could easily be swayed by temptation. Without constant guidance “from above”, the prophets foresaw impending disaster (the modern age?) for mankind. It turned out that my client was one of these valiant Sirian missionary monks that truly sacrificed everything by dedicating their lives to God and anything virtuous in support of human development.

Towering at least three meters tall, the body looked even more colossal by merit of loose robes (almost identical in style to ones worn by modern day Buddhist clerics) snuggly draped to cover upper regions (leaving only the extremities exposed). Rather than being the traditional orange of modern times, their lavish garment colour was a rich, vibrant burgundy. The costume only went down as far as the loin area revealing two protruding very naked comparatively spindly legs. Before me was a distinctly bug-like man complete with characteristically spiky protruding limbs. Were it not for the obviously human head, I could swear I was witnessing the picture of a grotesque lopsided beetle. Even so, the head itself was quite beautiful. Short cropped blonde hair framed a beaming Mediterranean face, to my mind a beautified version of the one attributed as depicting the bust of enigmatic “Roman” historian, Flavius Josephus. It so happens, at my other blog, I present dedicated persuasive arguments supporting the notion Josephus was actually the camouflaged identity of real “Jesus”.

Specific investigation through my inherent sources showed my client had been a great cultural hero of his (once more a “he” in that incarnation) time, perhaps [then] of equal status to Jesus, but forgotten today. Though I have not been able to visualise his name (which is on the tip of my tongue), I know the legacy has been “lost” because I find no plausible references to him. My own identity as a black warrior called iXossana (Joshana) the best part of twenty thousand years ago is briefly celebrated as praise to Hosanna in Bible verses. None of the detail has survived and it is only through biblical celebration that the ethos of iXossana has been immortalised. Sadly, without immortal record, history is forsaken.  That is why (but for hints in the Book of the Wisdom of Perun) we know nothing of the sad, icy end to Atlantis. Lemuria, currently the floor of the Pacific Ocean, “sank” as the result of a mismanaged attempt to deflect a giant comet’s natural path. Controlled remedial measures backfired so disastrously they drowned all hope of salvage.

With the end of Atlantis came a terrible choice for my client. He was dedicated to God and his mission to guide subordinates, but still loved his kinfolk as intimate brothers and sisters of equal standing. After the demise of the great technology city, Earth was deemed unfit for habitation by the remaining Atlantean “powers”. Exodus plans were hatched and laid very quickly. No one was given time to calculate decisions with a clear head. Missionaries had the bitter permanent choice of either joining their loved ones or continuing as holy ones, vocationally never to be reconnected with their kindred spirits. My client made the supreme sacrifice in the style of Jesus and that is why he was renowned as a hero of his age.

Of course, he could not live forever, being of mortal flesh and blood, which predicted another, longer term problem. It seems that only males sought holy orders under the Atlantis system, so the post destruction exodus had the effect of removing all females from reach. To remedy the issue hindering timeless guidance of humanity, some Sirians monks saw merit in becoming “surrogates” and consequentially reproduced with human women. The outcome was dire (as highlighted by Enoch and others) to say the least. Offspring (that survived birthing) shared a noble and deceitful nature. This opened the gates to manipulation of the worst kind as they were physically and intellectually far advanced of their human relatives. That schism was to flourish, anchoring routine politics adjusted to distort and maltreat communion spirit. Progression has been unrelenting, as attested by modern age tyranny.

My client courageously took the step forward. You can too. Everyone has an extra-terrestrial historic genetic path whether they “believe” it or not. For better or worse, I have been blessed with the ability to “see” and access what others cannot. There are “reasons”, but all are far too convoluted for simplistic appreciation. My backers (located in inherence) have agreed that I am able to use their power to consult either the needy or the attentive. A fee of $100 (of the United States denomination) per hour consultation is non-negotiable. Clients unable to open minds and leave preconceptions behind are unwelcome. I guarantee any session will both affirm and contradict beliefs. As the ultimate cosmopolitan, I welcome anyone with the vision to look forward and I never reject anyone in search of divine purpose. Serious inquiries can be made at quick2learn.steve@y7mail.com. I look forward to future sincere connections.

Mars, Gods and Martian Mercenaries

A Not So Brief Introduction

Weeks ago I began an outing that has expansively transformed to become my biggest web writing project of all time. Prior, circumstances had been rather negative. I had finally decided I had had enough of my living conditions and though, financially, my timing couldn’t be worse, my state of mind assumed “anything was better” than where I was. Fate fortuitously gave me a cordial break presenting the opportunity to “house sit”. Straight after the move either my creative energy had dried up or I was experiencing post-traumatic stress as one of the symptomatic hangovers from the other place. About three weeks ago the energy returned in full force and this article is the product of at least sixty hours condensed work thus far.

Other than the fact I seem to write more than anyone else on certain topics, what substantiates me from the dearth of other professional writers that expose similar stuff is I do not merely aimlessly parrot ancient esoteric texts or value added topical experiences in the presumption that no one is any the wiser. I am not one that authorises “belief for belief’s sake”. Cultural club members may see value in regurgitating traditional ignorance, but I, for one, like to prise open Pandora’s Box and dissect its contents. Throughout this discourse I constantly refer to “the record”. Those with clairsentient abilities use different methods to find different routes into the aether. There the perceptive will discover records of everything that ever was; an authority to be relied upon. Records are unblemished and in no particular order, so subjective minds are easily corrupted by material. That’s why I, personally, desperately seek rational and logical cross references for everything I discover. My job, if I have done it well, is to make that knowledge “real”. No easy task. What would be the general response to knowledge that posited the “Pleiadians of Atlantis” had no compassion towards enemies and our cerebral cortex is not the genetic key to human spiritual conscience?

Last post I wrote another piece on Ken Bakeman. A section about NASA’s staged moon and Mars landings somehow found a neat ledge within topical content. The Mars heist, of course, is an ongoing expose bolstered by an unmanned and aptly named, rover “Curiosity”. Whether set up as deliberate props aimed at stirring wilful imaginations or genuine “errors” resulting from sloppy operational management, numbers of shadowy humanoid figures have been picked up from time to time by that roaming ever Seeing Eye. In true Hebrew spirit, I determine distinct NASA moon and Mars footage was undoubtedly Earth made; each slide decoys devoted only to deceiving the masses. Nevertheless, there is a genuine extraordinary history begging to be explored should cameras ever be allowed to venture forth into erstwhile forbidden zones.

“The moon” as a topic would amply justify an entire article in its own right, given correct consideration, so I may revisit that one down the track at some point. Mars has such a deep history it, from a civilisation perspective, is far more account worthy than Earth is. That said, and as bizarre as it might sound, Earth possibly doesn’t exist in the formal sense so it should be no wonder our civilisation history is sporadic at best. If I dared revisit episodes back from the very dawn of time when Earth “wasn’t” but in its place a planet called Tiamat coupled with Mercury (while other heavenly bodies gestated) to exclusively share our very lonely solar system, civilisation might need to be “reappraised” somewhat. Then there was a sun (note: I originally wrote that there were two suns the, but Tiamat may have “become” the second one, which burnt out about two hundred million years ago) for two planets only and Tiamat was somewhere in the range of three and four times the metric volume of Earth. Understandably life systems worked very differently then. But as is always, the perilous course of those devoted to outright control ensured technological advancements snowballed corresponding with divides between inter-species factions. Procrastination and wars were the logical next steps. For the pathologically determined, the winning edge always becomes the ultimate objective regardless of moral probity. From that utopian perspective, absolute power is the ability to wield unrelenting total destruction. Humans can possibly paralyse a country, but those ancient demagogues sought to destroy planets. Tiamat’s outright demolition was one such consequence.

A new timeline was anchored to support Earth, created out of some of Tiamat’s debris (note: the Venus breakaway still exists in the old timeline), but the solar system would not compare with today’s modelling. For instance, a very small moon like planet called Maldek took an orbital path between Earth, Mars and Jupiter. All planetary positions were not as they are today. Incidentally, Tiamat was in no way the extra planet that appears on celebrated ancient Sumerian stone tablets. That was Maldek, of course. Another misnomer worth clearing up is Isaiah’s mention of a similar named celestial body in his biblical verses.  Marduk is not contextually related to Maldek in any way. Here is the best succinct explanation. Prior to the twenty thousand years intergalactic war (circa 120-102,000BC), Earth supported three moons. One was an intense miniature projectile which, according to Vedic accounts, revolved our planet each nine days, was very bright and came so close to us at one point [of its orbital cycle] it almost connected. That is the body Isaiah called Marduk and it is significant only because it brought about the end of Atlantis.

Returning to my pre-Earth historic account, the “culprits” for the destructive attack on Tiamat suffered a significant genetic downgrade geared to limiting powers. On that subject, our science, as always, is reduced to measuring, analysing and “theorising over” symptoms, so the mainstream has no understanding of what motivates changes to DNA. These could be deciphered with correct analysis of the atomic (or quantum) layer. I provide some useful feedback on the subject in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”. In a sense to destroy a planet or sun (celestial star) is to blind God as both are sub-space vents (planets are termed “encased stars” in my book). Unbeknown to our science, God, ultimately, enables or disables DNA via the quantum membrane. Therefore renegades that cause serious cosmic mischief risk losing all their potential, eternally.

Even so it transpired that God did not punish the Tiamat wrong doers severely enough for karma struck Maldek with a predictable fatal blow (suggesting time is not “rigged” by the way, but that’s separate lengthy discussion). It does not take a flawed imagination to compute that to destroy a planet is quite simple given the correct knowhow and tools. Should I risk revealing the secret? The powerful ones created an obverse chain reaction by collapsing the central energy source [of Maldek]. This had the effect of generating unprecedented outward directed forces which would have appeared as “an explosion” to unbiased onlookers. Shattered debris must have scattered in all directions at speeds beyond rational comprehension. In Maldek’s case this was to impact Earth and Mars significantly, but I shall discuss more detail in a chronological historic review. Outcomes from the resulting implosion (of Maldek) were such that I did not believe Mars could be inhabited afterwards for some time, but I will go into the reasons later.

Another Great Heist, Mars and NASA

I would like to expand on my opinion that NASA evidence of moon cine footage and all photo stills generated by the Mars rover were (or are currently) created at Earth surface locations. It was an opinion, as mentioned earlier, that nested a foothold in the last post here dedicated to Ken Bakeman. Specifically focusing on the “Mars” rover now, my prior suggestion that the “set” is a barren Antarctica location is dubiously doubtful. Further research has yielded no ice free evidence of worthy comparison and the notion that mundane scientists have inadvertently accessed unencumbered inner realms that were once the dazzling grounds of the legendary Rainbow City would be the best kept secret of all time, if true. Photographic resolutions of stills created by the Mars rover are poor enough to ensure all key details remain unclear (at best) but good enough to pick up any general locational anomalies. Several desert dwelling (Earth) creatures, including reptiles and ground squirrels, have been snapped by the propaganda machine and this most favours a local Rocky Mountains reference point.

Though I haven’t been paying a great amount of attention to what’s been happening, in my limited research, other than that “mysterious” doughnut shaped “perambulating” rock, “Mars” rover has unearthed no alien artefacts at all. Wilful imaginations have inspired numerous commentaries on random boulder shapes that might signify something (but actually don’t). The trend was started by Barak Obama’s school chum, lawyer, Andrew Basiago, whose childish “book” conjectured numerous invalid fossilised hybrids of “household creatures” strewn here and there. What he wrote isn’t a far stretch from current stylised sentiment and the perceptive will have hopefully noticed I featured a slide of a Mars shoe “anomaly” last article (anticipating comments).

Depicted was a rock (originally presented as evidence by a British national newspaper, “The Express”) that straightforwardly looked like a shoe and the reason it made its mass Media “scoop” is the corporate press is being used to promulgate NASA’s indirect propaganda campaign. Richard C Hoagland (an ex. NASA departmental director) spent years “priming opinions” prior to the “launch”; a fantasy that expanded as a theoretical quest to discover and bust into a giant (ninety miles squared) “encased city” whose Ali Baba treasures would surely put the Atlanteans to shame. But, of course, as with all things fantasy, there was no actual plan for the rover to visit on its slow weary wind towards its pointless unforeseen target destination. Like the numerous pyramids, that “mountain” face picked up in the 1970’s and those strange “grooved” canals, Hoagland’s enticing “encased city” was guaranteed off limits as NASA was only interested in reviewing crap.

Having the ability to read energy signatures gives me a distinct advantage over other would be investigators that look at matters such as these. Everything that lives generates auras comprising layered signals that collectively consolidate all active and historic associated genetic data. These threads connect to timelines and, therefore, via supplementary routes it is possible to drill into any aspect of any one of these pristine metaphysical “records”. If a rock had once lived and was the fossilised evidence of a life form its auric memory is preserved eternally. There are some limiters, of course. For instance, we do not have the technique or technical knowhow to upload a mind’s product to a designated location whereby it might be inspected and “verified”. Neither do we have the ability to network minds if you will. Thus, external records housed in auric fields are currently locked and exclusively subject to the integrity of those that claim they have the ability to discern them. Any feedback would be an undeniable venture of faith for listeners, although aspects of that faith might afford opportunities to put feedback “to the test”, so discoveries are likely to be partially verifiable, at the very least.

Residue information from auric fields is not limited to that which is or was living. However, the connections and style of inanimate originated records are very different to ones stored as organic signatures even though, thinking practically; it is likely the whole thing is an aspect of quantum residual (or light). Suffice to say, inanimate objects can give vital clues about things that lived, clues that can be cross referenced and double checked against known (or presumed known) data. For instance, any [manual] work done on a rock will also detail the genetic path (of the craftsman/labourer) by the timeless energy signature. Even a bird that inadvertently sat on a rock will be captured by the signature. From this anyone with ability can instantly interpret an object’s history. I went through the verification analysis of that sensational “shoe on Mars” to find only a bulk standard ordinary rock which happened to look like footwear in its unfavourable lighting conditions. Not having witnessed a “beyond a shadow of a doubt” bona fide Mars originated auric field, it would be implausible to test the shoe rock’s location that way as frequencies might be almost identical to ones’ defining Earth localities and vice versa.

Unlike NASA, I see no point in sifting through mountains of crap knowing there is nothing [of value] to be seen. So I won’t labour the message. This (the Mars heist) is the best evidence I find that comparison with the Hebrew word “Nasa” (to deceive) is not coincidental. For those not moved by my earlier indirect propaganda accusation I say, why did mainstream television “innocently” select that controversial slide showing a distinctive and “shocking” crouching “reptilian” as the preview to the rover’s launch without plausible follow up? It was because they wanted to stoke fertile imaginations to stimulate open but never resolving gossip about “aliens”. Depending on what society is required to believe would determine whether debunking campaigns against all those tired stage props (including the crouching alien) would be launched or not, as the case may be. Occasional possible glitches, such as the doughnut rock, merely add to the “intrigue” as millions of synchronised sceptics’ chimes attempt to explain the anomalies away. However, there is a glaringly obvious operational flaw that exposes how the Mars operation has been staged and, upon explicit analysis; the many parts of this ruse are rather more complex than on “face value”.

That said, often concentrating on “the basics” will yield obvious rewards. Would not any serious investigator first question whether years’ worth of “Mars” footage could have been pre-shot to iron out or avoid unnecessary problems/complications? It is clear that was how NASA handled the “moon” operations. Why, oh why, would a cautious image-centric marketing program with “everything to lose” take the unprecedented risk of channelling a “live” Earth feed “via Mars”? We can see from the anomalies that potential mistakes have been made. The “team” has been sloppy in places. The obvious flaws with operational strategy can be found in two basic accounts. First and foremost, those erratic extended camera shutdowns/malfunctions undeniably confirm mitigated censorship. This has spontaneously encouraged numerous salacious gossip mongering internet TV channels to weigh into the (fictitious) debate.  As a consequence “a gazillion” possible conspiracies behind the shutdowns have been asserted with none, thus far, close to being reasonably correct. That is mainly because, in my opinion, all or the vast majority of internet TV commentators are part and parcel of NASA’s indirect propaganda campaign. I have yet to find one that doesn’t present as though he assumes Mars footage is being filmed “on Mars”, which, I have outlined, blatantly isn’t true.

The reason the Mars rover has to be “live” impacts the second flaw in calculated operational planning. Why the rover’s roaming camera has been periodically shut down and switched off at a moment’s notice is it travels in tandem. Accompanying the Curiosity’s every beat is some sort of overhead satellite. This is where it starts to become really intriguing. Not only is the satellite feeding genuine Mars surface footage back to Earth, but it’s live and the perspective has never been seen before “as presented”. Could that be a big old fraud too? It is unlikely because, if I understand details correctly, the satellite took the Curiosity rover to Mars. From memory, there was a gap between the satellite dropping the rover off on Mars and the surveillance machine firing up its all seeing eye. In other words, we are not entirely sure whether it was the Curiosity that was dropped off on Mars or, God forbid, NASA is running dual operations: one for the “scientists“ (or perhaps even the elites) and another simply  geared to confounding the plebs.

Anyway, either way, there is no verifiable correlation between the overhead and the surface image perspectives. Even so, one interesting thing I do note is the Marian terrain (was it presumed to be real) happens to be deep green as presented by the overhead camera. In light of the way our eyes process colour, I have always maintained that if Mars seemed “red” in the distance, it would actually appear dark green when viewed close up. This leads me to believe the Mars overhead photography hasn’t been embellished, as the logical move in pandering to popular ignorance would be to present Mars as a uniformly visually “red planet” (I suspect the Earth surface footage is run through filters to create the correlating ruddy effect). Another possibility is the green was too dark to alter sufficiently; too much work for such an insignificant payoff. Did the God of War triumphantly defeat NASA?

In a nutshell, what actually seems to be going on is this. Technicians must constantly guide the rover (they are driving it) on the turn of penny because Mars terrain is unknown until “team NASA” receives more information from its overhead satellite. Rover drivers must then roughly “map” the Earth terrain route as something that could plausibly be representative of the overhead footage real time. No mean task! Naturally, fairly ambiguous, nondescript terrain was selected for the Earth leg as too many large landmarks might give away the ruse. Very distinct topology (as seen from above) would be impossible to configure without lengthy strategic planning. Therefore camera “malfunctions” have pretty much been the only way to coordinate a response to those sections of overhead that by no stretch of the imagination could be matched against correlating terrains. In addition endless phantom internet commentaries have admirably assisted the deception program by adding to the confusion, transforming the “ambiguous” into intrigue. My selected YouTube presentation above gives a classic example of hysteria over nothing. In this one an arguably naïve announcer does manage to blurt out something about the ground not matching the overhead at precise point when the last camera glitch happened. Though the penny predictably doesn’t drop in the right way in the presentation, it was conclusively obvious that NASA could not recreate Mars on Earth for that part of the journey.

When Fraud Isn’t A Hoax

I think I have covered all that needs to be said in finishing off the work I began last article, my second Ken Bakeman expose. Well, perhaps the “nuclear issue” could use a separate address, but that will have to wait. My first piece featuring Ken was scripted a long while back. That one fulfilled another purpose by launching the less well known (amongst reptilian authority aficionados) Eva Draconis (who admits to having been inspired and influenced by him). Her work is just as original and deserving of credit in its own right in my opinion. Nevertheless, she also has a list of enemies and detractors, as was highlighted by a recent accusatory comment added below the article by someone that gave no evidence of their own identity. The accusation was startling, to say the least. Whoever it was stated that “Eva Draconis” is merely an alias of the Swedish psychic “fraudster”, Anita Ikonen. By way of background on this alleged fraud, in attempting to formally demonstrate her “x-ray vision” it was claimed Anita managed only to affirm her detractors by not being able to succinctly demonstrate her ability. Further investigation corroborated the allegation.

I treat all blog comments very seriously. Invariably those that make the effort do have something meaningful or worthy to say, but not all contribute anything topically potent or, indeed, relevant. Each governed by the poles cowardice and arrogance, individual humans tend to find safety in parroting selectively borrowed conformist sentiment (usually taken out of full context) that mimics momentary convictions. Even so, in my opinion, there is a direct correlation between level of expectant intrigue and potence of information discovered. To put that another way, if it sounds like it might be interesting it invariably is. My level of interest peaked on inspection of the comment in focus and that was a good early sign. Who was or is this Anita Ikonen and what possible connection could she have with Eva Draconis? Equally, why make such a claim if there was nothing to it? I have already confirmed there is an indisputable record of Anita failing to measure up to her claims, so that part of the message has been clarified. The rest needs additional work.

Assuming that Eva Draconis is an alias of Anita, this choice of name deserves further scrutiny. My mystery commenter espoused she was a pushy, arrogant woman who was not liked by her fellow university students. Her obsession with perfection was such; she made vicious attempts to remove the tenure from an associate professor that had innocently marked down her work. “Anita” is a variant of Anna and this means graceful leader, so these traits should be alien to her. Eva, on the other hand, became popular in Germany for a while. People named their female child after Hilter’s “wife”, Eva Braun. The charismatic dictator’s status has been made greater than royal after his death for no one can officially use Adolph (wolf) as a given name. He has been immortalised by this, such is Globalism’s (a generalisation of Zionism) respect for him. Draconis (the dragon) is a star constellation on from Ursula Minor. Ikonen is rather more interesting. This is the German-Finnish word for icons (of which a variant might be dynasts). That would explain Eva/Anita’s draconian attitude in class, if her double identity is correct.

There is more. Eva has laid claim she is “from one of the Balkan countries”. Correspondingly, her energy signature confirms that. In Fact it is so distinctive the pinpoint location is almost unmistakable (emphasis on almost here). My earlier presumption that Anita was a Swedish national may have been premature. There is more background to this. Back in May last year I published my most substantive article here to date. One of my big announcements was “Eva Draconis and I have irrevocably fallen out”. Key reasons can be partially revealed now. Given her supposed belief in the spiritual, she paradoxically functions like a materialist, a natural lateral sceptic. I confided my opinions on her origins and was met with a spontaneous typhoon of angry rejection. Her response was on the lines of, “Never have I lived at that [despicable] place, nor would I” (as an abrupt retort).

Knowledge that the energy field never lies did not calm her too much either, which I must say casts some doubt on her faith in general. Nevertheless, if she had been unfairly humiliated as a designate fraudster herself, the reaction would have been justified (to a fashion). Humans (particularly dragons) relish revenge and the transfer of hurt satisfies that scope. With hindsight her reaction certainly was plausible as I had likely made an error of judgement. When I mentioned the energy signature for the particular location as being “almost unmistakable”, I made the wrong emphasis. There are actually a number of very closely matched frequency signatures for her output. However, only two could actively verify a Balkans origins general locality.  I should have said “almost identical” in place of almost unmistakable, but that’s a trap this young player won’t fall into again. We know she is from a “Balkan country” by her own admission, unless she is not telling the truth.

Assuming that was so, why would she bother to lie about it? Therefore, I deduce, as, under the old Soviet “East Block” concept, Finland is classed as a “Balkan country”, that is the most likely choice of location “on face value”. Finnish nationals will sometimes signal very similar to the unmentionable place I had originally privately allotted as “Eva’s homeland”. On balance, given the schematics “as presented” Anita Ikonen must herald from Finland and so too does Eva Draconis. Additionally those familiar with Adwords, upon further investigation, will find Eva’s website is one of five owned by the same basic entity. Maybe she gave the others away to various friends, one being Anita Ikonen. Who knows? There is a “contact” button on each website. Perhaps someone will respond definitively to those that care.

It would be unfair of me to leave Anita “exposed” and vulnerable after work done demystifying Mars rover deception. To leave it at that would be an example of misleading journalism, in my opinion (i.e. Mars fraud = Eva/Anita fraud and “guilt by association”).  Therefore, before I soldier on with my tenebrous “eye popping” Martian history that explains why the Romans called Mars “God of War”, I need to put the record straight for Eva’s sake. Anita, we know, participated in and was caught out after video recorded testing by an organisation called the Independent Investigations Group (IIG). In this case review of the evidence (the video in question) may go some way towards clouding judgement and the issues, so I have decided not to review it. An army of ardent philosophers have adequately responded to the test; some whimsically for Anita and others affirmatively against (i.e. why do we let these charlatans get away with this sort of thing? Shouldn’t “they” be jailed?). This peer reflection adds little to my cause either, so I won’t be referencing any opinions, however “valid”.

The truth is often found in unseemly places, but I think, in this case, correct assessment will plausibly entertain the wilful rational mind. The first thing that needs to be identified is clairsentients draw on sensory resources not commonly available. By that I mean psychic abilities are a comparatively uncommon trait of humans in general but, in addition, senses used are normally unavailable (or unknown to) those that do not recognise psychic powers.  They (these ambivalent senses) are also in no way fixed resources. They come and they go. As such, they are very different to the standard sensory ranges: sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch which are automatically activated by those with functional receptors. Individuals with fully functional five senses can elect to desensitise to some degree, but for each new moment of experience, fully tuned experiential auto reaction is unavoidable (i.e. you cannot will “not hearing” an exploded bomb).  For all other so-called “sixth” senses, the reverse is the case. For instance, if no concerted effort is made, a clairsentient will usually pick up nothing in particular or, rather, won’t find her desired experiential target. Proscribed “reality” separates that which must be experienced (by those with applicable faculties) from potence relying on all essential connection to nonlinearity.

Psychics tune into other dimensional resonances abridged by the sub or super conscious. Because the “laws” that govern reality are very different in these domains, converting “tuning” to 3D can be an art in itself. If the body is even slightly imbalanced, translation can be disastrous. Thinking of my specific quest to exonerate Anita Ikonen, anyone facing their individual, high pressure, “moment of truth” is bound to become flustered (a form on imbalance) and that is why so many clairvoyants spectacularly fail to pass stupid materialism-aligned sceptics’ “tests”. In Anita Ikonen’s case, doubtlessly the sheer pressure of being “put on the spot” had a big enough impact to accentuate failure, blocking those supernatural clairvoyant receptors usually open. Brain freeze is a trait of our reptilian nature, authorised by the limbic system.

I have always said those prepared to look outside our mundane dimensional reality better take faith damned seriously. That faith dictates there may be no guaranteed circumstances permitting public demonstration of one particular skill or another. Invariably, and though clairsentients may protest at their designated status as supernatural “puppets”, everything beyond this reality is strictly policed by forces also beyond our imaginations. That means, putting it bluntly, all psychics’ “public” performances are as much about satisfying their interests and political aspirations as meeting mundane down to earth objectives volunteered by each program. Maybe someone or something on the other side had it in for Anita Ikonen.

It would be interesting to know how many psychics pick anything up from prehistoric terror on Mars. Wounds from that dark past go so deep they are bound to have become entrenched in our DNA. I feel without doubt there is a natural history stretching back to the dawn of time awaiting discovery, perhaps supporting life systems that defy our science-programming as to what it is to live. I do point out in “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” our sciences merely ascertain and measure automated vital signs so, beyond that, we have no scientific idea what perpetuates life or whether it is limited to vital automation (an Ouroboros, we can confirm, is the arbitrary science-standard denoting “life”). The doughnut shaped rock, mentioned earlier, hinted at possibilities of sorts, but it turned out that ambiguous natural inorganic automate was one of the bi-products of “Mars” fakery and most likely “explainable” if full context was ever revealed.

Gods of War and Martian Mercenaries

I promised a review of a distant real history of Mars and see no reason why I cannot begin straight away. Here, any anomalies referred to will be authentically Martian. My treatise will aim to sufficiently explore the two most significant (in terms of impact on humanity) civilisation periods. Dozens of millions of years apart, they collectively provide great insight as to how that heritage has become (or, dare I say, morphed into) modern day human. Nevertheless, before discussing the first period, I am going to need to sketch a very simple skeleton chronology to put things in perspective. As such, my timeline begins not that long after “Big Bang” (relatively speaking). Please note Big Bang was the product of an all-consuming energetic clear out of a prior existence paradigm and not the “original creation” of manifestation.

Somewhere in the range of seven to nine billion years ago, when universes were in their infancies, malignant entities (the first “humanoids” so to speak) managed to pollute an entire galaxy in the Orion’s Belt region. This was the consequence and fallout of a giant war sponsored by what can only be described as “cultural arrogance”. “Humans” (as they were then) had not learned how to be meek and presumed their special powers preceded a God given right to impose totalitarian control over all things great and small. A giant planet, at least a hundred times the size of Earth, was shattered and the raw elements violently scattered. Parts these grouped and reformed ever so gradually to eventually become our solar system. God (“Prime Source”) punished the humanoids and removed many of their powers, but they had learnt nothing, going right up to today’s creed. Is not fundamentalist totalitarianism “at any cost” the automatic goal of our current politically astute?

Consequentially, as they had reduced powers, resistance pockets (of this downgraded DNA) had no choice but to seek refuge from the four corners of existence and, over billions of years, communities displaced and remained unknown to each other. Time is a great healer and, due to certain chains of events, there was a coming together which permitted the eventually repatriation of the wider group. Our (rebuilt) solar system was now ready for “harvesting” and our ancestors envisaged themselves as its natural beneficiaries. The main planet (now a few billion years ago) was Tiamat. All kinds of entities had also sought and found refuge there (long before the humanoids) and it was run by a version of (or precursor to) dragons who had an unmistakably earthy nature. Down to earth, meek masters were bound to antagonise the proud, arrogant humanoids. It would take dozen of pages to outline complete detail, but, suffice to say, predictably over time accrued niggles built up to a giant unending dispute between Tiamat’s owners (I’ll call them “mammalian dragons”) and the impudent ones. One thing led to another and as cycles of violence will only ever expand outwards, karmic déjà vu assured Tiamat’s infamous destruction.

Unsuitably downgraded once more, the recalcitrant humanoids returned to their prior homeland, the Orion’s Belt, as the region had somehow replenished itself sufficiently to support life again. Later an upgraded variety of dragon (presumably based on the earlier gene set) took up residence there too and this caused regional friction (more karmic déjà vu) but, by now, they knew the humanoids’ tricks and rapidly prepared contingency measures making fortifications against direct attack. There were a lot more of them than humanoids, so that equilibrium reached an uneasy “stalemate”. There was only one real option for human ambition: pioneer new galaxies and star systems to establish exclusive wholly owned territories. Thus, given their undesired impotence, the humanoids desperately sought real estate to exclusively colonise. Around a hundred million years ago they found the perfect nest site. That was Mars.

Karmic déjà vu continued administering irony.  Dragons had excavated and created settlements on an unknown planet right under the noses of the Humanoids.  This [planet] had been created out of the debris of old Tiamat and would eventually become known simply as “the Earth”. Suffice to say, the humanoids were blissfully unaware that their selected solar system was literally crawling with hated dragons. Indeed the dragons were there at the behest of higher, all-consuming “galactic” powers who were conducting an experiment that attempted to rectify past imbalances of war. This experiment, the dinosaur age, pioneered the concept of meat eating hunters, changing the balance of the meaning of life forever. There had been meat eaters before, but these were the result of accidental circumstances. Consumed by passion of battle, some warriors innocently ate their downed opponents. I think these practices were regarded (by their compatriots) similar to the way we “judge” acts of cannibalism.

Surface dwelling on planets give the advantage of interstellar connectivity. However, from the engineering perspective, living on a planet’s surface is something akin to deliberately residing on the outside (in the stinking heat) of a beautifully air conditioned house. External habitation makes no sense in normal circumstances. The reason most planets are inhabited internally is they are purposely designed for inner dwelling. As every [real] planet doubles as a star, not only are [internal] weather conditions perfectly non-volatile, but there is also a permanent light/heat source which assures living DNA is nurtured round the clock. So the fact that our solar system had (at least) two planets supporting exo-life systems must be extraordinarily rare; and perhaps cosmically unique. Of course, it is important to remember that Mars was not in the same orbital position as it is today (nor was the Earth too). In fact, according to my calculations, ancient Mars occupied an almost identical orbital path to today’s Earth (which should hardly surprise, given the “shunt” – discussed later).

Additionally, the planet’s exterior was miraculously supplied an almost perfect living environment with pretty much uniform temperatures, weather patterns and so on. Clothing was not at all necessary there. Thus, under those conditions, it should be no surprise that populations rapidly swelled. Over twenty million years figures built to something approaching fourteen billion people. However, it was not an even valued “utopian” society. Numerous different races and species included various slave class versions of Homo erectus (quite different in ancestry to the ones on Earth) encouraged cycles of exploitation of sorts, but nothing like the way industrious “capitalism” has infected our social strata’s here on Earth. There large community groups sought sanctity by inhabiting giant fortresses (often ominous looking with some that were even skull shaped) and this made Mars appear quite a wild, dangerous world (one worthy of the “God of War” badge, perhaps). There was also great attention to order and hierarchy, suggesting an enhanced reptilian nature of man. Given that Ciakar reptilians today are a branch of the same basic humanoid stock, modern day evangelists would be shocked by true manifest human “spirituality”.

It was around the time of the great population swells from multi-millions into the billions that the Martian leaders were pushed into sourcing new territories. This was not merely a humanitarian gesture, but one geared to conquest. They had the infrastructure, the people manpower. Why not expand it? Here Michio Kaku’s theory of civilisation classification (exploitative manipulation) is correct. He is correct mainly because humans inherit the mindsets of all their ancestral lineages. Throw in a little extra reptilian for good measure and humble oversight potentially morphs into industrial zeal. In light of the expansion program, perhaps Earth had slipped the attention of the Martians up to this point. Did guilt over Tiamat’s destruction have something to do with it? Or, perhaps, they weren’t expecting a replacement planet? Why would a planet miraculously resurrect as a phoenix from the ashes of chaos [particularly for them, decedents of the chaos makers]? Why indeed? Be that as it may, they were to eventually run into Earth about eighty or eighty one million years ago.

A very small landing party (no more than two hundred surveyors) took up residence. These stakeholders set up communications and regularly hooked up with home base on Mars. Though the planet [surface] was deemed unfit for habitation, there were vast resources that promised rewarding plunder and that is the main reason they stayed. Even with so few on Earth tied down to one tiny location, before too long they were bound to encounter dragons head on. Dragons have inbuilt all-consuming radar that lets them “know” when their territory has been breached by foreign invaders. So the inevitable did happen and when the dragons presented themselves, the Martians first tried to negotiate a formal “mutual” territory stake-holding. Dragons are not good at sharing that which they already own, thus when doomed negotiations inexorably failed; the Martians unwisely opted to dig in. Rapid quick fortifications were set up as the negotiation team stalled for time, but the dragons were ultimately far too strong on their home turf. They annihilated the over stayers without remorse.

Upon learning of the loss of their Earth team, the leaders on Mars reacted very bitterly to the news. Consequentially a mini “star wars” ensued. Though I wasn’t aware of any battle activity on Mars itself, it would go some way to explaining the modern evidence of Xenon 129 and other potential nuclear residue. In fact, over a period of hundreds of thousands or perhaps even millions of years altercations were restricted to aerial skirmishes only (according to the record). The contest naturally ebbed and flowed over the ages. Though the dragons were positioned to win (edged by what seemed an endless supply of ships), they were simply not hell bent on conquest so happily maintained the status quo. Perhaps there is something to the notion that Ba’al genetics enjoy feeding off the “energy of chaos”. It would need an explanation like that to justify the dragon’s stance, because the Martians, as it stood, were “sitting ducks” and easy prey waiting to be irrevocably killed off once and for all. I sense that most victories for the humanoids felt hollow. Things were not going to plan and, certainly towards the end, they were looking for a remedial “final solution” out of their perpetual ineffective chaos.

It is difficult to ascertain when the Martians discovered the dragon base on Maldek, which also doubled as a rest and recreation station, but it was towards the end of the feud. This was a place with a reputation for vice and all things illicit and that was everything the Martians weren’t. Interestingly, prior to the modern day World War Two nuclear attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, they were also regarded as places of great vice and loose women by “Allied” authorities, so maybe that is another example of karmic déjà vu. The Martians, in their own way were very similar to today’s fundamental moralists and, although their gripes were different and no laws were recorded as such, wider Martian populations had stylised “rights from wrongs” indoctrinated into them from birth. This social programming assured “vice” was unconscionable. Therefore to the Martians, Maldek would have been no different to, say, “Satan’s coven” today (i.e. a place of “lugubrious sin”).

The planet was extremely craggy. Mountains were everywhere and this suited creatures or beings with wings. Consequentially, it is unlikely the Martians ever tried to inhabit the place after engaging on reconnaissance activity. The terrain would have been mostly “impenetrable”. Interestingly, I am assuming because of their laid back status “in recreation”; the dragons did not pick up the Martian breach into their territory (as they had done on Earth). This fortuitously turned out to be fatal as it is most likely the Martians had found a direct route in via the underbelly. As I have already pointed out, the bowels of a planet are its most vulnerable because, with the right tools and technical knowhow, it is possible to collapse an inner sun, bringing on instant doom. So an unencumbered route to the core is what they would have needed if their survey was to provide sufficient feasibility to destroy it.

At the time of the attack on [what was erroneously believed to be the dragon’s epicentre or headquarters] Maldek, the Martians had thirty or forty thousand people stationed on spaceships. Presumably they somehow managed to keep all these out of harm’s way, because, according to the record, everyone off planet survived without injury. The case was not so for the inhabitants of Maldek and Mars. Every single inhabitant perished, which included roughly fourteen billion Martians (if I included slave classes in the count). Not one survived. Naturally, many key people were stationed on ships, but far greater numbers of very important strategic leaders had also perished on Mars, such was the miscalculation of the attack. In fact everyone was literally entombed on the planet surface including the majority of the elites.

Maldek initially, remarkably, split in two before it imploded or that’s how it appeared visually to surface dwellers. I know this because I may have been one of those surface dwellers and I can also add, strangely, as I was there, my [presumed dragon] body felt as though I was something like a kangaroo. Notably I remember having disproportionally large legs which, aided by extraordinary power, were enough to launch myself in flight as if on a whim.  But they were not powerful enough to save me from the catastrophe and I have no memory beyond the Maldek breaking in two. The reacting forces were so theoretically violent; they would have reverberated to the edge of existence and back many times.

Rocks would have been catapulted at unimaginable speeds as the Earth was somehow shunted into Mars, which was spontaneously ricocheted out into its current position. Earth’s (roughly adopting Mars’ old orbital path as a consequence) surface was badly pelted but not entirely devastated. Many of the large dinosaurs appeared to have survived and possibly took millions of years to completely die out (my original interrogation of the record calculated period in excess of ten million years, but I now determine figure work was metaphorical which may have incorporated significant wholesale “DNA shifts” as postulated by Rosine Lallement and others, though I haven’t formally “deciphered” symbolism yet).

In addition, I originally formed the opinion (implied by the record) that there was so much emotional entanglement attached to the Mars surface disaster, it could not be inhabited again. Consecrated or hallowed ground is the specific energy signature I noted. But this judgement turned out to be incorrect and wrong as the perfection of existence relies on absolute recycling without post mortems. Karma suggests the meaning of existence is guided learning, in part. Subsequent to my original opinion (the record only reveals information as needed), I have learnt that the surface has been inhabited many times over successive periods, mostly sporadically, since the Maldek implosion. Some civilisations have been so different in structure to anything that might be remotely classed as “human” they are almost beyond comprehension; “insane” as it were. In light of this, for the time being there seems little point in covering any of these disparate regimes individually, suffice to say there were a lot of them and just about all petered out leaving little or no relevant inheritance.

Can Martians Find New Spots

Therefore, for the next historic period snapshot, I would like to jump to a “final” resettlement of Mars in the vicinity of four hundred thousand years ago. To aid clarity of thought, I shall present a little additional background as it is going to be beneficial. Returning to a different distant period over forty million years ago, Earth’s new “Pteroid” custodians had evolved out of our material reality band. These, incidentally, capitalised on the canine-mammalian aspect of the dragon’s overall identity (perhaps revealing attributes of the earlier model that governed Tiamat), though were not anything like modern day “mammals” per se.  In a race against time, before they evolved too far adrift of functional reality (i.e. fourth dimensional beings will still see the third “in range”), a final project beckoned as the precursor to persevere intelligent life (guardians).

On schedule, about five million years ago, a new “Earthling” [man] was created as the replacement for extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex (the prehistoric dinosaur age “intelligent life” form). Entities with reptilian heritage from all corners of the universe were presumably recruited (though the record has not confirmed this well) and pitched in, but, as delicate Martian (humanoid) DNA was used to significantly bind the creature, sequencing took well over a million years. The delicateness and refined intuition required for any kind of success in this project goes a long way to logically validating my (largely) theorised “cosmic recruitment drive”, considering the “Draco” have reputedly spectacularly failed at every attempt at reengineering a replacement for us. After the successful hybridisation, as with T-Rex, Ciakar “alter-egos” lived on and ruled the planet surface. Unfortunately the assisting reptilian factions brought forward many prior unresolved internal disputes (reflective of their nature) which, by two and a half million years ago, had fully erupted into a giant cosmic war over Earth. Two hundred thousand years later, after the trouble had more or less subsided, a group called “Lyrans” (felines) assumed control of Earth as a form of “alliance” with the Ciakars and acted as their de facto royal protectors.

Humanoid gene masters (descendants of those that had survived the destruction of Maldek) had returned to Orion’s Belt a long time before, but any subsequent involvement in Earth’s affairs was probably superficial or in support of some or other ruling destiny. It was as though Martians had been downgraded sufficiently to lose their intellectual bite (or “will for war”). Humanoids that looked human were not limited to “Martian races” by now. For instance, according to Apache legends, their ancestors had to fight for the right to live on the planet surface, bursting from the bowels of the Earth (to defeat the reptiles).

I believe tales actually refer to genetic ancestors of the indigenous Indians and, in fact, these identify as the great Lemurians (who laid the foundation stones of the Great Pyramid of Giza and whose physical resemblances can be deciphered from the Easter Island Moai statues). It is they that took control of the surface, consequentially banishing the Ciakars to (control) the underworld regions. Detail required for sufficient background as to the complex politics of the time is too great for the space available here but, suffice to say, Lemurians were likely hybridised from Pteroid, Martian and Zeta (Grey Being) DNA and that “combination” (even as part reptilian) finds standard ophidian character traits utterly repellent. It also made them (from the genetic perspective) hierarchically “senior” to Ciakars and (which one could say) pre-empted their alliance with the Anunaki (a level above Ba’al, creators of the new dragons), whose energy fields began sniffing around Earth at least one million years ago.

At this stage there was no animosity between the “watchers” (euphemism for Anunaki) and the Martians and I am not sure what role they (Martians) played (if any) in the war that ensued when the Ciakars were forced inside Earth. Clearly they did have some sort of lead as it was directly after this war (finishing around seven hundred and fifty thousand years ago) that formal Earth settlement was desired. Being too far adrift of our reality plane to solidify, It seems logical to me that the Anunaki used (or created an alliance with) the Martians to act as their material hosts to rule Earth. Such an alliance would be signified by the term “Archon” (physical Anunaki) or “Anunnaki” (after Zechariah Sitchin) which equally describe Anunaki “in bodies”. Historic Sumerian texts give some detail on the style of conquest ambitions, which included the imprisonment and execution of Inanna (Enki’s “granddaughter”), after a botched attempt at securing the underworld to make control Earth a single holistic unified alliance. From that point on, the surface was superficially sealed off from the inner domains per Anunaki instruction (access points only reopened after their violent exit and creation a new waterway that stretched from today’s northern Africa to what remains of the Black Sea circa 33,000BC), such was their bitter dissatisfaction.

The Martians reputation for prudishness has been discussed before and this notably shines through once more in descriptive tales of Enlil (one of Ba’al’s many forms), though sentiment is perhaps contradicted by an unmistakably earthy Enki (a different manifestation of Ba’al). However what is undeniably clear, in accordance with the Book of Enoch (casually referenced in Genesis), is the “God’s” behaved recklessly, lying with (a euphemism for copulation) Earth women who bore their offspring. Some produced foetuses so large (and powerful) they (according to Enoch) burst from their bellies. If there was no genetic match, functional offspring could not have been produced. As, according to Genesis, the sons of Gods became heroes of old, a genetic match can be causally ascertained. Nevertheless, these females were from a pre-human, pre-Neanderthal age, so what genetic mix can only be guessed.

The so-called Sumerian Kings List (from the Epic of Gilgamesh stone tablets) points to Martian proxy rule beginning anywhere from five to three hundred thousand years ago depending on “interpretation”. Whether undesired (by the Martian bodies) and unauthorised fornication was the reason for the rift with the Anunaki or something else, intuition tells me the surrogate (body occupation) relationship lasted about a hundred thousand years. There is a problem with this calculation. Assuming the first eight kings represented by the Sumerian Kings List are notarised correctly, it constitutes two hundred and forty one thousand two hundred years of Anunaki surrogate rule, which either means my intuition is off or the Anunaki found new bodies to “host”. Perhaps I can go some way to resolving the conundrum. Notably, the stark differences in Enlil and Enki’s character and their individual approaches/philosophies over life highlights the partnership with their prudish humanoid portals had forged a marked schism. Indeed, I believe at some point Enki “changed bodies”. That new preferred form looked something like a giant alligator. Other Ba’al adjuncts, such as Sassu-wunnu and Yaldaboath, are often described as “sea monsters”(Ea). Was that the new “generic” body used after the humanoids withdrew their support? Either way information ensconced in the Sumerian Kings List is problematical because circumstances defining the First Dynasty of Kish are too tantalising not to represent that dramatic Anunaki exit thirty five thousand years ago.

An old newspaper report, dating back the 1920’s or prior, long forgotten by the mainstream, is occasionally referred to by alternative Medias that sift spurious tales.  According to the text, somewhere beneath America’s vast Grand Canyon was discovered a very ancient Indian reserve that, if proven genuine, would have rewritten popular history. On the walls of a large general hall were painted numerous animal depictions (presumed “Indian” hunting targets). Included was a long extinct prehistoric mammoth-sized crocodile which happened to be very similar in appearance to Enki’s new form. In addition, there are rumours (once again, completely unsubstantiated), that sections of our moon’s surface have been casually set aside for the purpose of crafting a living genetic record out of common rock. Apparently, there lies all of Earth’s great genetic creations whose pristine detail can be admired by those with time to look on. Included in the record is the mammoth-size crocodile presumed hunted by ancient Indians which is “hewn out of a mountain”, or so says the mythology.

Dates I have used throughout this history are very rough and [when in the zone] could be “in error” by as much as ten per cent. Though the record has provided nothing that might help to ascertain the specific linear probity of this timeline, a combination of intuition and logic begs I make the sweeping assumption that the Martians evacuated to Mars “tout suite” directly after their altercation with the Anunaki about 400,000BC (or later, if I have miscalculated). “Forgiveness” in our sense of the word does not feature at all on the list of the Anunaki’s many traits. Therefore, the humanoids would have had every right to feel unsafe “in context”. At this time [when they joined Mars] it was civilised by the Lumerian peoples (who are the genetic basis for many of our Asiatic types). Lumerians were renowned as sorcerers and mystics. Their style was also quite different to the Ciakar’s disciplined “academic” approach to these crafts. Thus, as a people, they were truly prodigal in the strictest sense of the word. So when the [Atlantean] “keepers of knowledge” joined the mystics that relationship seemed to prophesise spell binding potential. Lumerians had no reputation for licentious behaviour as such so, as far as I can gather, could not offend pious humanoids and society coexisted harmonically. This needed to be so for “houses” or dwellings of the time had no doors or windows!

To the best of my knowledge, this was the only time the Martians had been able to successfully live in peace with their neighbours. It was also the time when the civilisations of Atlantis began, perhaps as a reflection of their spiritual rebirth. On Mars there were some fairly well trained, good mannered “ape like” beings that did all the heavy work willingly. What was noticeable was the overall lack of wild animals and birds. By our standards “strange” domesticated creatures and “humans” were all that occupied cleared areas. There were also vast, densely impenetrable undulating wooded plains, so perhaps the otherwise absent wildlife either opted for safe segregation or, more likely, there was some sort of special holographic technology used to pen them in to keep “trouble” out of harm’s way (a similar methodology is used to quarantine inner Earth today, in my opinion). In the civilised areas I do also recall [seeing] some juvenile Grey Beings that provided impish entertainment. (Bright pale green) bipedal lizard citizens were so docile and overfriendly, they were almost churlish and seemed more like pets than people.  Temperature, weather systems and living ambiance may have been perfect but, sadly, paradise is always lost. That discussion will have to wait as this essay has already surpassed double budget. I do give a few hints on chronological events leading to the end of Atlantis (both on Mars and Earth) in various prior articles, most expansively here. Suffice to say, given unrestricted ambition I could write a book [or three] covering the entire Atlantis heraldic evolution in isolation. Information, doubtlessly, would ridicule aggregated populist sentiment.

A “Full Stop” Is Only A Spot After All

On the subject of writing, I produced a comparatively short, “poorly written” (I explain why here) extraordinarily powerful volume titled “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” of course, which began simply as the introduction to a treatise and mighty tome titled “Dimensions, Demons & Deceptions” (an abbreviation of “Dimensions, Demon and Earthly Deceptions”). “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” is the only full [though incomplete] explanation (in terms of structured purpose) mapping fundamental dynamics against existence in existence. From the cosmic perspective, it is a gross over simplification, almost a mundane overview, but it is the best summary account of its type in written word. Over the ages thousands of strategically great individuals have challenged and ultimately failed to grasp the only [presumed] eternally unanswerable (generic) question, “what is the meaning of life?”

Therefore, by extension, without first deciphering life’s “meaning” how would it be possible to unlock the key to existence? The answer is obvious. Once the key to existence is unlocked, life’s true meaning radiates with immaculate clarity. I have achieved the supposedly impossible and done it, unlocked existence. Given this fact, has my book been championed by Oprah (or whomsoever’s replaced her), done the global TV chat circuit or been jointly “anointed” by the Pope and the Dalai Lama? Has it found an audience in the supposedly “great” academic institutions of the planet, coveted champions amongst the finest philosophic minds of our time or illegitimated challenges by some cowardly science sceptics’ inquisition? No. the “good news” has been met with consistent posthumous ignorance, gregarious insolence and pompous arrogance because people (whether they be prestigious scientists or lowly peasants) can neither formally tell truth from fiction nor do they want their routine denial exposed.

Popularised inconclusive theories morph into truths under current regime conditions. Evidence is only necessary as a provision that determines associated proof. Associated proof is quite literally used to launch any plausible theory (“within range”). Any old tat will do with one proviso. It must never, under any circumstances, ruffle institutional diktat. Thus “evidence” is actually nothing more than warranted limited suspicion and the modern day truth seeker (whether it is a scientist or a historian) seems obsessed in the quest to find apt, validating interpretive data that panders to institutional whims. The genus of all these proven theories is the evolution of a vicious circle of deceit, whether outcomes are inadvertently “correct” or not.

Palaeontology is one of many study areas that allows the convergence of science and history. Basis used supporting discoveries is often textbook “vicious circle deceit”. No one knows how old any rock is as dates all come about from collective opinions generated from sampling data. When sampling data is taken from a “complete picture”, there might be room for compatible interpretations. In the case of old rocks, there is no complete picture and sampling data has granted the license to, frankly, bullshit. Another problem is, to science, everything is linear (a facet of materialism), including the immaterial (that isn’t “classed as” anomalies). Consequentially all science-motivated theories (or, in other words, all theories) are distortions of the whole (compromising that which is perceived as linear but actually follows unconnected logical governance rules). The net result is scientific opinions change with the wind because reasoning is partisan, inflexible and culture driven. Each new piece of “evidence” contradicting (potentially destroying) old theories is either rejected outright (for implausibly daring to challenge authority) or forces a watershed.  Even so, “watersheds” invariably lead to rapidly discombobulated “new” theories equally flawed from conception acting as suitably unworthy replacements.

Astral records and other “God given” channels are pristine resources. They are flawless because the universe simply records what was in impeccable detail. Those with the gift of access and mitigated prodigy to interpret should effectively become the most important members of any sane society. What greater power is there than to have access to the whole truth and nothing but the truth? If society is to be considered “sane”, it must leverage faith (the opposite of control). Ours currently yens the insanity called “security” only. Befouled science is the product of this pathological populism. So matching this against me and my writings; it is no wonder “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” has hardly gained any recognition. Because faith absent humanity is that desperate for its “security” (not intuitively knowing truth from fiction), anyone running the gauntlet by presenting unfettered truth causes an unresolvable paradox. Science may be foul, but it is complicated enough to vilify slothful ignorance. The truth needs to be investigated to be truly believed and that offends dilatoriness (unwillingness to work).

Gauging sales of “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, any future writing project would be a guaranteed commercial disaster. Therefore, sadly, I have to conclude the only way such a project could ever happen is by way of a miracle or, more likely, with great commitment from the limited plausible interest in it. Either way the prospect is exciting as there are ten large volumes packed full of unknown information provisioned to be written, opening the door to a world of unlimited discovery. Thinking laterally, perhaps, given the right method of publicising, a wider target audience of specific commercial interest could be reached. Were that to be achieved it may well reduce any individual burdens required to kick start the enterprise. However, for that to happen, the project would need multitudes of friends or a sole, very worthy associate. Finance is always a trickly discussion, particularly when payback is likely to be limited or non-existent.

A consequence of the dilatoriness of man decries all monetary ambition too. Thus the only ones deemed worthy of investment are those minions of foul science or crass manipulators of “commerce”. Proverbially, science is [financially] blessed for absolving societal guilt over its “burden” (the need to be “secure” versus “our” slovenly lack of diligence). I refuse to empower calculating, rogue scientists, other aligned bureaucrats or entrepreneurial “profiteers”. Therefore, all ten volumes must yield $3,000,000 (or $300,000 a volume) or nothing. With no yield no project would ever begin. In correct circumstances, backed by ample publicity, reflected surveys might generate 10,000’s or as many as 100,000’s expressions of interest in the project’s forward venture. In that capacity each volume would likely be viewed as sectioned parts of some sort of spuriously entertaining but inexplicably important objet d’art. I don’t have the resources or knowhow to craft any meaningful campaign myself, but if I found a philanthropic stakeholder [the sole associate] that was aligned to the cause and had sufficient resources, well, then there might be a match made in heaven.

Ultimately, it must be said, without a miracle, the venture will be limited to a collective shambles coordinating numbers of limited investing philanthropists. And these would have to be philanthropists in the true sense of the word as there could be no desire or expectation for financial payback. Any expressions of interest from pre-paying shareholders expectant of capitalist windfalls would almost certainly be met with bitter disappointment. In a nutshell, according to my laborious calculations, based on the precedent set by “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, share prices would need to be upwards of $3000 per book for “the numbers” to work. I have already said there is a simple alternative and, sadly, without commissioned investment no books will be forthcoming, secrets will be buried, truth lost and humans can plough on as they have been in blissful apathy.

That would be a shames as my celestial authorisation will have largely been in vain, but I cannot help the ignorance, insolence and arrogance of wilful unbelievers. The journey, thus far, for me, has been a massive leap of faith with little or no consideration from others, so reflective outcomes are a minor concern of mine. What happens is really down to those that care. If there are enough “with interest” in good heart, spirit and mind then the discovery tour stands a vocational chance, a hope in hell. I gave it my best shot, testing resolve without reward, with “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” and that experiment in faith and trust failed, dismally. I never make the same mistake twice. Others keep working at it, keep hope alive, but even passionate believers such as Eva Draconis eventually wane into oblivion. People that seek only belief-affirming sentiment wonder why the problems never cease, why the injustice never subsides. Those problems are deep rooted and only by looking at the larger history of genetic intrigue can any lateral truths can be gauged as to the fate of mankind. Our corporate takeover was forged on the back of apathy that now vents uncoordinated collective distortion. It is ironic that the only remedy shines so brightly it blinds those that might see.

Perhaps an exit in the style Ken Bakeman will prove unavoidable, but without will there is never a way. Therefore, considering other means to fund the project, I recently turned professional. Alasdair Larmour is one of the few that correctly identifies auras are divided into numerous purposeful fields (that reflect the seven heavenly states). A psychic’s route through the maze depends on “grade”, so no one individual produces identical results. The aura might best be compared to a hot flame, its outer essence being the brightest and most vital. That contains historic genetic information, not present as amino acids identified by cumbersome science but, rather, stored in atomic reserves surreally non-located in the quantum layer. Talking of amino acids, I tend to launch an existing, one of a kind, pragmatic analysis of the cancer and its causes on Ozzie Thinker under the auspices of “Coming Clean on Cancer”. That will be an eye-opener, when published.

Anyway, at the extremity of a human’s full genetic blueprint (emphasised as the auric field) is a span of links to just about every entity that has or will exist. For lack of a better explanation, I shall call this the “extra-terrestrial auric layer”. Those interested in a fuller explanation on this can refer to “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”.  Reading the extra-terrestrial auric layer is a feature of my wider ability that gives me access to the permanent unaltered historic record which stretches back to the dawn of time. Roughly translated, it means I can provide relatively (all things are complex, lest we forget) explicit details on anyone’s cosmic DNA heritage. Because of the connectivity of everyone’s heritage, “technically” I can find everything about anyone and anything and their associations any when. Mind you, specific quests can be like searching for needles in planet sized haystacks. Thus, consultations will have a lot of scope (already a few guinea pigs have expressed interest in my role as a [what is] “the point of everything”, “meaning of life” guru) and I plan to hold them via Skype or some other internet platform, though in the flesh presentations would be possible in Australia. There is also the possibility of running “group events”. Those genuinely interested in more details may contact me by e-mail (quick2learn.steve@yymail.com).

Over time I have collected a good number of critics and, though criticisms have mostly been superficial, I enjoy stepping up to the challenge of providing coherent, educated responses even when I am clearly “in error”. Willingness to accept responsibility for the incorrectness of one’s own work separates great scholars from mediocre ones. In this vein, I regularly adjust my “opinions” (which are intended to be as close to representative truth as I am able to muster). Recently I scripted a short article about the developmental relationship between Pteroids and man on another website of mine. Texts concluded that human beings are, in principle, part reptilian, part canine and part spiritual being. That highlighted a contradiction. For a long time I believed our canine was evidence of mammalian qualities. This is clearly incorrect. In fact “reptilians” are mammals “of a fashion”. My plan is to expand content with a much more detailed response here. Who knows what I will discover. Even while writing this piece, an enormous amount of information has been channelled to me and I now have much better idea as to how “physicality” correlates with “character”. Suffice to say, I need to keep what I have learnt “on ice” until the next vocational opportunity.

Finally, returning to the Mars rover saga, “Curiosity” did find something that surely conclusively confirms its hoax status. A magnificent statue, the unmistakable bust of a “humanoid prince” (as is supposed) was discovered languishing in wasteland. Surrounded by nothing other than course dusty rocks was a mirage that might have been the splitting image of outgoing President Obama. Of all coincidences! Of all the people on Earth to be immortalised by that awful, cheesy NASA spoof paraded as “science”. Who better to be displayed than the great spinner of cheese and the one that had “final say” on authorisation of Curiosity’s deceitful, bogus mission? Before, little Barak Obama and Andrew Basiago, schoolchildren hand in hand, had reputedly ventured to Mars by Hawaiian Stargate under instruction of “Project Pegasus” (a CIA operation). So as a “pioneer” perhaps he believed he had earned the right to phony privilege.

Information on Project Pegasus was the sum of shadowy press mythology and an unconvincing, “atrociously written” book by “teamer” Basiago. I don’t recall ever seeing the mainstream running with any feeds (and “Google” comes up blank) on this. If spurious reports are to be believed, the children were drafted as slaves on consignment to begin work at a reptilian run colony located at their overgrown inner sanctum. The atmosphere was so different to Earth’s it was potentially fatally noxious, but children were said to be able to adapt better. Consistent with this information, rumour had it that over a hundred thousand adults had succumbed in only a very few years. Even allowing for ad lib sensationalism and deliberate misinformation, I suspect there is more to this story than meets the eye, given repulsive Dick Cheney’s alleged honorary title “Mars Tsar”, so perhaps I will focus on the detail, sift for pertinence and gradually uncover loose truths one rainy day in the future.

Earlier, I talked of mimicking Ken Bakeman. My timing could not be any less paradoxical. Within minutes of considering pulling out of the business entirely, as if willed on by forces of good, Ken connected with me. The result is I cannot merely confirm he is alive and well. He is full of vim too and no doubt has fantastic future ideas for those patient fans that never forsook him, didn’t believe him “gone”. At this stage I have been told to “keep silent”, but I can reveal his favourite punctuation mark is the full stop.

Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

Christmas and Ken

I 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. Look 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.

Statistically 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.

Christmas 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. He 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.

There’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

A 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”.

I 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.

Actually 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

NASA 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.

One 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

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.

Ken 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

In 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

With 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.

Therefore, 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.

My 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

Ken 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?

A 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.

The 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 illusory “flat worlds” and “line worlds” don’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

Conventions 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.

When 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

Even 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.

Ah 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 8^th 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.

A 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?

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.

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.

James 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”.

The 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.

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? Going 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.

The 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).

To 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). Eva 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. This 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. They 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?

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. All 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. Hers 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!