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!