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 firstname.lastname@example.org. I look forward to future sincere connections.