Draco for Dummies “A to C” – Referencing Alex Collier and Others

I have some big news for regular visitors as some shape-shifting changes are in motion here. The bare bones of a “lite version” of this website have already been laid. Time poor visitors will now be able to access specific topics at my new exo-politics archive website, such as general information on Annunaki or any specific inquiries regarding each of the many known varieties of “Greys” for instance. How this is going to connect with my work here is simple. “Draco for Dummies” presents various sub-headers for each new category. The idea is that each will eventually become headers for pages on the new lite site that will present a maximum of three large paragraphs of précised information (or no more than a thousand words) per topic. Those wanting more detail can always refer back to my larger articles here. How does that sound?

As I know of no other comprehensive sources, I have decided to compile a directory of information about the Draco and everything connected to their extended networks. If we think about the convoluted affairs of everyday humans and our numerous different races brackets, cultures, and so forth, the sheer volume of information that would be required to give even a basic holistic understanding of the reptilian Ciakars, if I use them as the example, might need encyclopaedic resources. In order to keep things manageable, I will only present information on intelligent “spirit” beings (i.e. at human level or above) and hopefully that will assure this project is a feasible one.

Additionally, as each waking day presents me with new unheard of and presumed unknown information, the only way to keep abreast of it all is to constantly update existing entries. Though I intend to “re-blog” posts every six months or so, I recommend researchers bookmark all series presenting would be pertinent information of value.  I will try and keep indexes “alphabetical” for easy research access. In light of regular addendums appearing over time, my aim is to slot each new sub-title in proper sequence. The “Draco for Dummies” series here will be broken into manageable alphabetical chunks.

A month has already slipped by since my last entry, thus I have decided to release categories “A-C” early by way of a preview. Please forgive the unfinished scope. Cordially, tactful comments, compliments and reasoned criticisms are always welcome.

Altarians

To be completed.

Alterians

To be completed.

Andromedans

The Andromeda star system is generally believed (by numbers of channellers) to be the most likely origin for a reptilian attack on Earth. It is also believed that there are numbers of regional military planets which act as a network stronghold for these sort of excursions. In fact this concept was used as vague basis for the pivotal “alien attack on the Federation” in the Blake’s 7 TV series. There is an “Andromedan Council” on Earth that appears to be a misdirection front [perhaps relying on channelled misinformation] similar to the very reptilian “Zeta Talk”. Great deceiver Alfred Lambremont Webre is a prominent endorser. Pragmatic reality suggests that beings heralding from Andromeda are uncompromisingly arrogant with no patience for those they deem to be threats or inferior. Ones present on Earth appear human.

Annunaki

These are spiritual tracts covering giant areas of cosmic real estate engulfing entire star systems and galaxies; theoretically as close to “god” in non-manifest form as is possible.

Ant Beings

These are one of the pre “Big Bang” incarnations of man – to be completed.

Anunaki

These are extraordinary cosmically powerful non-manifest beings given the potential of manifestation. In absolute form, individually they are as close as anything could be to a physical “God” without ever needing to manifest. At one extreme there is the essence of cosmic character (whole). To the other is the potential for absolute individualism. Individuals would see the need to assume physical identities via cosmic channels from time to time.

In this context Zechariah Sitchin and many others have misinterpreted what is meant by physical presence. Yet-to-be discovered technologies that can manipulate holographic human minds into designated body blanks in the “science sense” best approximate how the Anunaki are able to exist as “humanoids”. However, in this case, the Anunaki individual mind can occupy entire groups of bodies simultaneously. Possessed figures still retain all of their faculties but are “guided” by their possessors. This influence, in some cases, may be seen as the higher self. Perhaps this is similar to the way isolated cells in our bodies are overridden by predetermined priorities as directives administered by instruments such as the central nervous system. Zoroastrianism’s philosophy of good versus evil best identifies the possession phenomenon. More details can be found in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” available by donation here.

Arcturians

Many entity types named “Arcturian” (from the Arcturus star system) are known to exist, some unrelated – to be completed.

Atlanteans

Version Six of the Anunaki’s preferred material form and genetic father of the hu-man hybrid branches. To be completed.

Ba’al

This is the group name of the highest Anunaki “beings” that appear as self-sufficient entities (i.e. not surrogates) in proto-manifest form. Each (individual) is unique (in design) and has no (by our standards) natural reproductive capability. To be completed.

Booteans

Off world genetic cousins (some distant) of Earth bound reptilian Ciakars, according to Alex Collier. To be completed.

Chameleons

A variety of Ciakar located outside the standard human reality plane. These sometimes interact with gifted humans via the subconscious and have demonstrated strange shape-shifting abilities usually geared for malicious purposes (according to abduction conspiracies).

Chitahuri

The Chitahuri is a “forth dimensional” Ciakar type. Very thick set (horse shoulders) and bizarrely “Incredible Hulk-like” in (natural) appearance but (unlike Hulk) has an unmistakable deep pine-green coloured network of patches giving the skin a cracked appearance. Specific references appear in African legends brought to notoriety by David Icke’s network. Invariably tales share the common themes of gullible local power hungry witch-doctors in trance state summoning Chitahuri. Similar to (and perhaps the same as) Genies of Islamic legends, their supernatural guests “offering gifts” first demonstrate secrets of coercing prey to their hosts, but then use the same trick on the people the shamans were sworn to protect, exploiting the relationship.

This is perhaps one of the origins of “beware of strangers bearing gifts”.

Ciakars

These are versions of Earth man created by Draco Pteroids 3-5 million years ago from DNA donated by the predecessors of Atlantis Martians (review the destruction of Maldek to understand motive {link to be added}). Amongst other genetic components, less than 1% Tyrannosaur was added in the hybridisation process which alone extended over a million years. Most have evolved (via remote DNA activation – details can be found in my book) outside our dimensional range (all the way up to light being status). A number of unpublished sources (including Simon Parkes) acknowledge [in the range of] 180,000-220,000 living in caverns and/or up to 50 miles beneath the Earth (presumed to be the fabled Agartha City). According to reports, backed by numerous sightings, these entities can be experienced and are physical in every sense of the word. The most recent of these (uncorroborated) identifications have been in Austria and New Zealand, although their societal “epicentre” is meant to be somewhere underneath Venezuela (predominantly as a consequence of their relocation from ancient quarters below India’s Jammu & Kashmir region several hundreds of years ago). Two authentic films in the public domain show “human like” Ciakar beings strutting in a manner not dissimilar to emus. Amphibious “cousins” have also been recorded in visual media.

Reported physical interactions with humans are almost non-existent, but a few feature in notes leaked from the USAF’s spurious so-called Project Red Book. Tales of unknown origins (perhaps dating back many millennia) advise that reptile men have weak heads and are easily rendered unconscious. Also, they allegedly have natural allergies to titanium proposing the lightest scratch from metal tipped weapons might be sufficient to fatally poison wounded.

The Great Honour: To Be Consumed by a Draco

Because human beings detest criticism we are all vindictive. Whether responses to judgement are tactful or blunt, were our core failings to be exposed it would invariably require world wars for conclusive remedy. That is partially why our spiritual developmental progress has barely changed over thousands of years, only fluctuating with fashions of each age. Formal analysis should be deemed to be empowering because, through honest appraisal, knowledge of errors presents the opportunity for redemption or an “improved me”. To be in deliberate denial of one’s own shortcomings is the greatest sin possible in my opinion. As a teacher, it is my job to bring bad news. Writers under my spotlight should feel proud I even bothered to assess their output. For me to have shown an interest they will have revealed prodigy and I am the one that is humbled by the privilege of being able to assess those most valuable contributions. With that consideration in mind, the first part of this article will evaluate a powerful but demure topical book . If all goes well evidence will seamlessly bridge across to new revelations on the challenging subject, Draco spirituality and intent.

It is human nature to cling to permanence. That is why most would ideally live eternally (while in good health) and many struggle to resolve the loss of loved ones. Tarot expresses death as the catalyst, something that interrupts rather than completely destroying permanence. Change is good. It affords new perspectives from lessons learned. Two great titans went to battle recently and it appears, consequentially, on face value that Eva Draconis and I have irrevocably fallen out. Loss of face, when in relation to honour, is impossible for various human character sets, in light of our vindictive streaks. Thus, prospects for resolve must be regarded as limited to the point of futility. That said, the fallout has been essential for my discovery tour and, in light of this new valuable perspective, prior missing pieces of the puzzle in position reveal a clearer picture. Those differences of opinion will not stop me respecting her work and I shall continue to promote her valuable contributions when possible and appropriate. Neither should the immense value of her account be understated, nor should my critiques in any way dampen her everlasting charm, passion and commitment to personalised diligence.

Though I cannot even divulge indications as to the nature of these private disagreements, lessons learned will be presented in a way that does not break confidence.  Having almost reached the halfway point of her first book, “The Orion Project – Real or Imaginary”, I am beginning to see a formula with clarity. She has three undeniable objectives which deserve contemplation. Those that defiled her must pay to vilify revenge. Resolve will come through identification of purpose (of her attackers). Why did they do it? Finally, she wants accountability as physical proof and, consequentially, is obsessed with her abductors’ materialisation. There is an ulterior motive here. Perhaps fame is the wrong word as she has made every effort to remain anonymous, originating from somewhere in Europe. She wants notoriety; even of the posthumous variety. Plenty of book sales would help too, I’m sure, so please donate and learn something.

Being part dragon (spiritual DNA) myself, the onlooking world regularly mistakes my ill-tolerance of simple minds for conceitedness. Dragons in human form often dotingly attach themselves to some or other academic institution. Thus, in that capacity, they can adopt cynical views towards opinions that do not stem from academia. Eva treats lesser minds with distain, demonstrating her dragon nature. Anything disagreeable coming from parties with no reputation is covertly demeaned in a similar way to those that mount slanderous campaigns under the guise of journalism. That which challenges is dealt with by implied condescension. It should be said; a raging arrogance rather dominates and goes some way to undermining her quest.

For instance, her opinion of her extra-terrestrial hosts is notably low even though she tries camouflage the fact (texts are littered with smirks in response to alien sentiment). To which end, to the unbiased third party, a very different snapshot is surmised. As much as she tries to lead her extraordinary opponents into her mercilessly devious traps, they simply refuse to cooperate, egging her on all the while. In fact, I would go so far as to say she comes perilously close to being the fly in their ointment.

Theirs is a world she doesn’t understand, nor, it is painfully clear, does she try to understand. Those with dragon qualities tend to feel they are important; perhaps destined and this is probably my [personal] greatest fault. We are very easily offended for that reason. For those disillusioned by academia, there is such an obsession with compromised truth that ruthless self-criticism can lead to the spiral of a downward path to oblivion. At the bottom of that bottomless pit is the realisation that corruption is the root of basis. Thus, when countering inconvenience, these angry cyclones of conviction can turn their opponents to stone. All dragons are of the serpentine lines, having low will power, and can be rather two faced (often inadvertently) though brave. There is more to Eva’s connection with Hamish the dragon than she perhaps realises.

In correlating style, around the 180 pages mark, there is a transcript of a letter submitted to the CIA demanding help. Though Eva’s prior note taking is comparatively cool and collected, her letter gives clues as to cracks in this visceral veneer of control. By what she wrote, she had convinced herself that some of those connecting with her either had relationships with or were de facto agents of the CIA or, perhaps, associated arbitrary body. Her strategy was to catch them red handed as it were. This was not a clever move. I know how the CIA works very well. For many years I communicated with a known agent (who, in that capacity, occasionally appears as an expert on TV). For some of my dark research projects, I also monitored numbers of CIA and FBI operatives targeting subversives. Over time, I have collected additional contacts who have claimed they are part of the organisation’s wider network invariably in some sort of conspiratorial vein. Each and every one of these presumed assets voiced extreme paranoia suggesting plots so convoluted they would make John Le Carre blush.

It is common knowledge that, under the guise of stopping communist infiltration, 100,000’s of strategic files were created against blissfully unaware American citizens (often supporting baseless accusations), sometimes used to diminish individual career prospects. The UFO/exo-politics groups are of considerable interest today. In 1993 Dr Steven Greer, one of the best known names in ufology, was granted an informal interview with James Woolsey (then director of the CIA). Though the slime ball Woolsey denied the meeting ever took place in 1999, his dreadful organisation was behind the 1950’s Project Blue Book UFO misinformation campaign (brainchild of the so-called Majestic 12), which extended to strategic agents leaking slant information (misinformation) about UFO crashes, captured EBE’s and so on. I should note the ex-policeman, researcher and popular UFO Truth magazine owner, Gary Heseltine, has identified a number of strong positives generated by Project Blue Book, so those with time to wade through that plethora of trash may be validated too. The point is the CIA was involved from the start and will be involved at the end.

Eva, particularly, was not able to cognize how her visitors expressed themselves. For instance, they regularly lied to provoke her attention. Using fake associations with Hitler, NASA and others engineered credibility. Her academia aligned dragon pounced on the notion as she clearly immensely respected the organisation others label “Never A Straight Answer”. Being rather tin foil hat in character, Mkultra was not known to her at the time, which suggests her abductors had a database of other subjects’ information they used for references. Carefully noting personality shifts and body language throughout the recorded discourse, I can say Eva was complimented for being a good subject (slave) every time she listened to them (with sincerity) and was disparaged on each occasion she insisted on answers from them, unless information revealed (usually adrift of requests for) suited their wider purposes.

Her obsession, in typical human fashion, sometimes morphs into infatuation. Love, when free of infatuation, can blossom anywhere, for instance. It seems to me collectivised associations is a common female trait in particular. Each affectionate posse ostracises fundamentals that don’t fit the aggregate view. Borderline considerations linger, perennially not understood. Interestingly Eva’s quixotic visitors merely wanted her to be true and not the cartoon she attempts to echo. As an aside, I regularly encounter shrieking fundamentalist qualities, particularly when discussing emotive subjects such as paedophilia. The reptilian human brain seems to instinctively switch on irrational psychosis when belief systems are threatened: the greater the fundamental, the more powerful the unwarranted reaction against.

One of the problems with “The Orion Project – Real or Imaginary” is all voices, whether “dinosaur”, “hybrid”, “Draco” or “reptilian” present roughly the same “objective” energetic signature. By that I mean they are of identical “mindsets”. Whether this is through cause of the way Eva has rationalised what she records or they are, to all intents and purposes, the “same” is unclear. Thinking about it, her response to her dragon partner, Hamish, for instance, seems as much a reflection of her as him. Even so, texts are loaded with gems (though not necessarily evenly spread) and it really needs someone to notarise them in isolation. To highlight a few points, they talk about the need for the fabric of species to be balanced (controlled); their living quarters inside a cloud; men in black (different to ones described by others) used as assistants and Mkultra spiders. Generally, as much as Eva fights against the tide, everything gravitates around the piquancy of respect divided between designate slave and master. Sovereign human beings tend to find this notion disturbing.  This is also where I think Eva’s comprehension breaks down too.

At one point in the journal she over zealously interrogates the reptilians on their eating preferences; notably as to whether consumption of human flesh was included on the menu list. Rather than listening for reflective feedback, she invariably fields accusations and waits for return denials or affirmations. Thus readers are never quite sure whether responses are merely moves in the slave/master role play or honest information. Nevertheless, without her prompts, she risks not collecting any information at all, so, in the case of human flesh eating, after several attempts of pretty much the same accusation, I think it transpired that though they hadn’t eaten human flesh up to that point, exceptions were possible.

They certainly ate something but also repeatedly praised a watery elixir found in their planet. Eva had presumed the fluid was hydrogen based, although this is far from a certainty. Reading carefully (to page 214), I saw no place where her hosts definitively responded to her questions suggesting they might not have known what hydrogen was. The Zeta Grey Beings, for instance, do not recognise molecules per se, but, rather, identify with holistic elemental frequencies. I discuss the filters acting as exchanges that accentuate the material plane in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”.

The Orion entities rituals thus far seem related only to obedience and genetic exchange. One of the hybrids was allegedly beaten for not wanting to rape Eva. I have long maintained our medieval mindset was the closest we came to the reptilians’ social ethos. Torture was widely used and respected as an effective part of judicial due process then. Today attitudes have changed, of course, as torture proved only worthy in administering fear or submission. In a closed master slave devote society; torture would be the best way to accent order. Scandalous sources, often driven through David Icke’s network, talk of similar values of the Earth realm Draco. The death penalty was dished out with impunity as protocol for the Draco-Martian alliance that became the Atlantis technology city. Citizens could be and were regularly killed for simply having the wrong thoughts.

Recently I was able to talk on the American internet radio channel, Revisiting Reality. After the broadcast I continued chatting with an extended group of listeners but also learnt (contextually) that Martian-reptilian hybrids had been produced as a consequence of the Atlantis joint venture. This forces me to alter some of the conclusions I had drawn for my yet-to-be-published “A New World Order”. Critics please correct me to your hearts’ content. It is always my blessing. I am not one of those that blindly forge a monopoly on truth. Far from it, my mission has always been to reveal the unrevealable free from the shackles of politics, vested interests, commercial property and other biases. My purpose is to present what others cannot or will not illume.

Understanding our genetic heritage is the best key to resolving anomalous evidences which are blamed on the “Draco”. These rules obsessed entities are the lowest link in a non-manifest chain of command going right up to the Annunaki (the long word for “God”).  Our English adjective reference, draconian, first appeared in 1876 and means rule obsessed. Reputedly the Greek statesman (lawyer), Draco, established law codes which imposed the death penalty for minor crimes (such as stealing vegetables) in 621BC. Though his name actually meant “sharp sighted”, it originated from drakon (the Greek version of dragon and a much more ancient word meaning “dragon group”). The serpentine use of dragon first appears as the archaic French adaptation of Latin draconem (meaning serpent or sea monster). Incidentally, Greek drak references Slavic derkesthai (a darting or deadly glance) which was colloquially sometimes used as “to see clearly”. This is interesting because raptors are recognised for their extraordinary eyesight. There is a dragon connection here too, for the original ground and air raptors’ Tyrannosaur and Pterodactyl DNA blocks were (as gene masters) under their direct administration.

It seems more than ironic that 18^th century cosmologists picked the name Draco for a massive constellation of stars, which happens to include Alpha Draconis. Is exoplanet TrES-2 the home base of all reptilians? The chance of “Draco” being coincidental is greatly reduced after considering the fact that Gamma Draconis was discovered and named before Alpha Draconis. If it wasn’t labelled for being first; was it of premium importance and why? That importance we now know is it was the sun source of the distant ancestors and creators of humanity. Over 400 million years ago, the ones destined to become Earthlings were ensconced in a planetary system that orbited Alpha Draconis. The highest material beings were the dragons, though it is unclear whether they were created specifically to master Earth plane genetics or their manifest purpose stretched back to the dawn of time. It seems likely the latter would be the case given the Annunaki’s original desired form was that of what can only be described as a sea monster.

Thinking of dragons, this gives me an opportunity to confess a grave error of mine. Years ago I was given an image of a tall dragon seated at a marble throne. Perched on the extended neck in place of what should have been a frightful gargoyle was the angelic face of one of my family members. I took it as a foul joke, but it wasn’t. The dragons were trying to give me a clue as to how their psych worked whilst offering homage in celebration of my own heritage. The family member in question is gracious and kind, extremely compassionate, but practical at the same time. She would light any crowd, but also has a ferocious streak. To catch her angry flash, watch out! She would give Beelzebub the collywobbles.

In the spirit of errors, I can complement Eva for correcting me. Whilst Thuban is known as the head of the serpent from antique Arabic, reptilians prefer to call it the all Seeing Eye. This has many colloquial names, including the North Star, Morning Star (the implied source for Lucifer). Because my information about insectoids (notably the Mantid types) must have been referenced through reptilian or snake lines (invariably I do not know the route information travels; only it originates from “source” rather than “astral regions”), they called the Mantids Thubans. Remembering a distant perplexing audial vision, I had been shown master souls of the Mantis made from a type of light and rock. More recently I have found signatures of very different Mantoid entities around the proximity of Venus (with kind assistance from Niki Reinert).

My earlier dream (of the Mantis master soul versions) had pre-empted judgement error which, I presume, had (or was likely) to be through course of this timeline. Inuit Eskimo legends reference a distant past in or on a planet near the North Star. All native Indian aborigines are versions of Lemurians. I have seen varieties of their higher spiritual types with black almond shaped eyes (not dissimilar to that one would expect of Grey Beings) giving them a distinct Mantis quality. My bizarre experience of the Beruzdia is linked. This also seems to tie in with the mysterious cone headed Pharaohs (“Grey” versions are featured by Suzy Hansen in her book The Dual Soul Connection), the mythical Viracochas and even Thoth. To make rational identification even more enigmatically problematic, Eva Draconis noted whale-like varieties of reptilian mantis beings. It’s complex.

Dates analysis varies, but it is generally agreed by those that draw on cosmic channels that somewhere between 7 and 9 billion years ago, the Annunaki split between “snake” (or sea monster) and “man” (face of God). Yet, if the unbiased observer was to strip intent down to its raw essentials, to be worshiped with sincerity transcended all other objectives of their existence. Is that not what Eva’s visitors wanted of her – to be in awe of their existence? Lucifer, the symbolic name given to one of the snake-line archangels, assumed the non-manifest forms of Ba’al for the specific goal of genetic mastery and education. Metaphors are expressed by Sumerian texts. Enki (representing the inner) was the great gene master. Enlil (or “outer”) either taught or judged as teachers do. Dragons formed the bridge between non-manifest and relative reality plane realms. Einstein’s grave error was to deny intuition. To the larger degree, that is why our science is stuck on materialism. Materialism is not representative of reality because relative realms are interloping.

I feel that Georg Faust’s enlightening folklore deserves some evaluation at some point, particularly focusing on Johann Wolfgang Goethe’s Mephistopheles. That intricate review of reptilian character will have to await a future episode. Researchers are often confused by myths spun about reptilians in exo-political circles. It could be said the Ciakar has been type cast. According to original scandal, reptoids must be nasty, slimy, psychotic, evil, irrational abductors, torturous butchers and serial rapists if authentic. Counter-movements have presented comparatively wimpy antipodal gentle vegan empathetic spiritualists, but these versions are as bogus as all the other gross caricatures.

It can be said that all reptilians are very switched on – perhaps scintillating. Whether their exterior is gruff or malleable, underneath they are the essence of livingness. In fact our fused cold/warm blooded pulmonary system is representative of the Ciakar dual system. They can be cold or warm blooded at will. As cold bloods, they are vital, alive, undiscerning and that is what they prefer. A rush of warm blood facilitates the spiritual aspects of character: empathy, balanced judgement and their version of compassion.

It is important to stress that dragons created Pteroids who, in turn, created their Earth plane ideal form, man. Homo erectus or Neanderthal is the head of a magnificent mammalian hierarchy. The Rhesus monkey connection with human blood types is symbolic (Landsteiner’s pioneering work used rabbit blood in substitution) and unrepresentative of genetic hierarchies. Nevertheless, pigs are widely used for human blood transfusions for “A” and “O” type blood groups. It is uncomfortable to know they are also one of the creatures closest to the human genome set. Perhaps the Jews removed them from our menu for being more than unclean?

I cannot ascertain whether monkeys are blue veined (affirming a fused pulmonary system), but can confirm that if a genuine autopsy of original Homo erectus was ever conducted, blue veins are unlikely to be seen. Later Neanderthals were also hybridised by Ciakars as were in between hairy versions of human (neither “us” nor “them”). “Eve” (sparsely haired) human was the master creation which adapts all their key attributes for surface life on the Earth plane. We are the most up-to-date version of reptilian man. Thus to summarise the ancestral DNA lineages, there is Annunaki-Lucifer-Ba’al-Dragon-Pteroid-man (Adam) and Annunaki-Lucifer-Ba’al-Dragon-Petroid-Ciakar-human (Eve). A large number of vested interests monitor our DNA catalogues and any one could intervene if their asset was terminally threatened.

The great power of “The Orion Project – Real or Imaginary” can be found not in what Eva tries to expose, but, rather, in what’s hidden between the lines. Whilst there is no diplomacy, providing etiquette is observed, cordiality simmers. Belying this veneer is a real attempt to control through information. Eva, as slave, is subjected to carrot and stick as the lure to fruitful comprehension. Thus, when she is raped it is as a means to an end. The guilt of her abductors was not obvious. They were not ashamed by what they did to her, but rued their unauthorised behaviour in case they were called to account by their own [vicious] peers. We can assume that their [own] hierarchies of control go way beyond anything Eva was exposed to. In other words, if the “big cheeses” (of their society) were ever to learn of shenanigans, there might literally be hell to pay. That is who she should be seeking out if she was committed to enacting revenge.

Thus, when (late) Karla Turner, James Bartley and others highlight reptilian abduction rape, they do not present honestly. Views merely lionise the human “right” not to be inconvenienced. Ciakar analysis contradicts opinions. They talk of doing women a great service by “opening them up” sexually. This has, in some ways, been born true by abductor testimonies that have reported extraordinary arousal or orgasms as features of rape experiences (something that parries with Dracula folklore). In addition, Ciakars negotiate contracts of the heart (or will), so verbal rebuttal will have no effect as a method for stipulating prohibition.

At some level, all abductees agree to their torments. To put things in perspective, blood sacrifice (war) over Earth heart chakras rings true as I know of a Draco pact with the US Administration which details more than 66,000 human souls to be given per annum in accordance with joint venture cooperation. Contrary, allegations of piles of human corpses stored like bricks serves no purpose and makes no sense whatsoever except as a possible method of inducing intimidation. That said, at least one reptilian species does consume human body parts (and not ones you would expect to be digested) which are stocked in their equivalent of supermarkets. Records of hybrids (that ingest through their skin membranes) bathing in large vats of human (somehow still living) fluids and sinew are confirmed. But let’s face it, if pigs could talk, there would be many guilty humans or, dare I add, if plants would scream scandal mongers might profess vegan horrors galore!

The ancients recorded accounts of terrible rituals where hapless adepts would be savagely volunteered as Ba’al bait. I think the tales were again biased in favour of human predetermination, but, be that as it may, rituals were undeniably bloody. Gore was the method used to entice the correct energetic values. There is also possibly some truth to the notion of victims being skinned alive, as live blood needed to be consumed with energy intact. Ciakars, common with all higher beings, are drawn to energetic signatures they feel attracted to. Vibrant reptilians are earthy and real so tend to seek just about everything humans label “distasteful” (per the atheist hatred of anything vital), such as lust, altered states, mystification, divining and so on. To them, the most monumental stages of life are what we label “birth” and “death”, so it should be no wonder that our genetic betters are mesmerised by these in particular.

There is a way to fight back, though. Eva elucidates it very well throughout her writings. She never really backs down once in the 214 pages I have read. The very worst possible reaction to intolerance is snivelling submission (cowardice). I find it interesting that Israel and her law makers have pushed the very qualities that the Draco despise as optimum social attributes. Of course there are lazy inept outcasts of Draco society that would see this as the practical solution to their control objectives. Thus, if any hidden power rules here, it is them – Draco spawn. All that masonic propaganda geared to shaping opinions is rather obvious to those with half a mind, which doesn’t say a great deal about our invisible theoretical controllers.

Real Draco spiritual beings are a whole different kettle of fish. For instance, recently I was presented a fake moon that acted as a beacon of confusion in an attempt to shift emphasis of my logic for reasons too convoluted to go into in detail this essay. Suffice to say, they needed to change my opinions and change they did. On face value, things evolved in the wrong way for them too, probably ending at a tangent from where they had originally targeted resolution to unfold. Of course, that journey may not be over yet, so conclusions might well be premeditated. I’ll hopefully let you all know how it pans out in a future post. We can determine this, though. The Draco know beliefs are far more potent than truths and, in the same way, Israelite “psy-ops” sloppily attempt to mimic their refined deception.

Via dream state, I have recently been invited as witness to a hallowed Ciakar ceremony. In costume, participants could easily be mistaken for “men” or “women”. Proportionally, they all look human. The scene is very odd indeed. Numbers of cloaked figures channel me the sense of their attentiveness. Accordingly, each has a duty which he or she lovingly enacts. The room radiates the signature of something like one of our formal religious institution, but it is very pleasant and airy at the same time. For instance, by comparison, I find our churches and cathedrals rather claustrophobic. Though the room is large enough to be a rectangular hall (perhaps thinner and longer than I have seen before) at the centre are some fixed-in-place dark wooden blocks (as one would expect to see in an open plan kitchen). It is difficult for me to recollect, but there may have been furnishings along the walled areas and inconspicuous posts here and there. Everything seems to be shades of brown or off yellow and they (our people) are all clad in chestnut-maroon felt hooded robes.

Along with this sacred essence there is a strange sense that coveys something that reminds me of a surgery room. It screams precision, professional, acute expertise as though a challenging delicate medical operation is about to take place. Victims, they feel, are ready, prepared. I have not been given direct access to that signature, so, circumventing a route in, I pick up dread, bewilderment and the sense of oppressive violation. No sadness, only unfair, unwarranted submission. I cannot say whether this message is related to their ceremony and by what means it was generated (i.e. if counter-propaganda agents intervened to influence my judgement). From them, I glean a [genuine] sense of honour towards the victim. All parties, I learn, agree to a mutual contract forged by destiny.

The victim must be consumed alive. This is a very difficult procedure as body, spirit and soul must also be fused as one (perhaps the eternal twin concept). In effect, two beings assimilate. Here is the paradox. According to their logic the victim was selected for noble [genetic] attributes perfectly matching the host. I don’t see detail of how they perform the ritual, but can say there is a very large audience awaiting outcomes. This is a really big social event. Everyone is pensive, apprehensive in the positive yen for great expectations from harmonisation. It reminds me of birth rituals before the advances of technology. The risk was great for all parties but so was the prize. In fact, I notice something else. Both victim and oppressor go through independent trials to become “one”. It seems to me that if either party succumbs both are lost. Well, that was actually quite draining. I get this daunting feeling of an impossible hurdle to overcome, but sheer resilience pushing me across the line. Everything is jangling all over. I cannot over stress; to them this is a huge deal.

This subject is so emotional that it goes beyond cynical research. Biases are almost certain to shape truthful conveyance of information as presented, potentially reviling the objective. Opposing partisan beliefs, for and against, seem to be preying on my influence and I represent what I see to my maximum effect. In a nutshell, there is something synthetic about the whole thing. Judgement decrees these practices are possibly both over-zealous and insensitive to disparaging views. We must refrain from introducing our practical eating as a means of survival as a consideration, for example. Although, I can divulge that in the higher realms hunger is so great, to live it is to appreciate it. Life is all consuming. Nevertheless, personally I could never condone an unrequited attack on will whether for the greater good or any other contrived “hallow” ulterior motive. Oppression for oppression’s sake is the antipathy of harmony.

I can accept conquests to death between committed Titans, each disposed to outcomes regardless of consequences. Assimilation of battle hardened warriors imbues a poetic justice of sorts, but anything other than that is where I personally place the line separating honour and foul practice. Yet, to my surprise, something very different is going on with their ceremonies and the answer behind motivation belies their very essence of what it is to be. Courtesy of atheism, human contemplation of purpose is deemed unnecessary. Philosophies on the subject are regarded as arbitrary, conditional or baseless. Predestination is a sour notion that interferes with our various versions of sovereignty.

Discordantly, theirs is pretty much the opposite view. Individual pursuit of destiny is a societal goal. Though they are more demanding and less tolerant than our own peer groups, individual rites of passage are revered (particularly in the young). Consequentially, there are different standards separating emerging beings and adults. Children are not only encouraged to do anything adults do, but are given a lot of latitude so as not to hinder expressive range. Perhaps this is why they do not seem to understand the sexual boundaries humans impose on their fledglings. Their societies are ordered between disciplined and ill-disciplined, rather than the mature and kids.

I give the example in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, what would happen if a number of my heart cells decided they wanted a holiday in foreign parts or went “on strike”? Should I allow them their sovereign rights and lay down my own life to the detriment of all? My book also touches on this concept top down, as it were. As lowest links in their chain of command, how much does our behaviour (as individuals) reflectively poison the Annunaki? Even as “malicious” time lords, they are top dogs and instrumentally entwined with our genetic hierarchy, deserving absolute respect in that capacity. Ciakars logically devote their free will towards fulfilling purpose. We, by comparison, illogically are mostly in denial of destiny. That is why they may appear insensitive in the way they purge their societies of rogue elements. Imagine if we had their crystals that can read minds to discern intent and premeditation no matter where targets are located. No way out, nowhere to hide for criminal elements. The Zionists that mastermind fake terrorism here would have been instantly put to death long ago had Ciakar methods been employed. Evil puppets would have been relinquished to lead ordinary decent lives.

Returning to the recalcitrant cells analogy, what happens to cancers and other problems dealt with by the body? The threat is killed and genetic materials are absorbed. Very bad tumours can be cut out by surgeons. Ciakar society purges those that are anti-order. Anti-order is broken into two fundamental groups: criminals and “the weak”. Weaklings cannot endure the rigors of predestination and are the dead weights of society. It is these that are encouraged to be assimilated through unions with the “strong”. Criminal elements are purged for social purification. Once again, whereas this does not sit well for sovereign individuality mindset, given our bodies consist of many, many parts (that most often do not inter-communicate) and civilizations likewise require congruity for optimum harmonisation, are they “wrong” in their approach?

The Draco are very aware of our reactionary perceptions. Premeditation rules the standard spooky graveyard can only host menacing elements that prey on fear. Sun kissed meadows are safe places lovingly blessed by fairies and nature sprites. Though clever horror genre movie producers regularly mix metaphors to surprise audiences, stigmatic views do not change.  The reason the ceremony scene appeared somehow synthetic is it was fake. They feared, as a human, I would draw poor conclusions by witnessing truth, so they presented an allegory. Nevertheless, I have been privy to the real experience now and understand why amendments were made. The bonafide scene is much more plausible and the atmosphere seems highly oppressive to me. In part, this is because the scene is extremely poorly lit. There are maybe three or four very bulky hosts that are the classically ferocious looking types. Yes, I think I would have judged that harshly in retrospect.

When I drill down and assess their attributes, I find much better correlation with the constructed vision (the fake). As surgeons with skills way beyond anything mere man can do, they have an acute interest in detail. In fact, it is more than that. They feel that everything is created from their essence. I sense no compassion per se. They are not malleable in any way. Yet there is an desire, devotion, love (perhaps) in what they do that transcends human goodness, if that makes sense. I observe the finest minds patiently bowing to subservient commitment in a way that makes me weep. Similar to Eva’s portrayal of the Orioners, they too seek balance from nature and try to apply “with hindsight” controls to stop things going too far out of whack.

This is the detail they are so obsessed about that is fused in the joining ceremony. The process is not regarded (by them) as the wilful manufacture of death, but, rather, the exalted resurrection of life; life with new potency. Perhaps it is going to require too great a leap of faith for human culture to adjust and make the paradigm shift of thinking for comprehension. Nevertheless the teacher in me feels compelled to issue some words of warning. As we edge ever closer to their world, we will need to prepare ourselves for very new ideals and lives more noticeably under the spotlight. Whether we like it or not, to them, to be consumed by a Draco will always be viewed as a great honour.

Separating Good from Evil

Many years ago I encountered an interesting fellow waiting for a bus at a breezy street corner. In those days people communicated and we struck up a conversation that moved from the weather to combustion engines to politics and finally to good and evil. He tearfully sighted a distant memory of his greatest enemy. If there was anyone he had wanted dead at the time, it was him, the one who had been the biggest obstacle against his personal and business life. Nevertheless, when he had learnt his opponent had been callously murdered (a case of mistaken identity, according to the police) all that welled up animosity turned to aggressive guilt. Had he been rewarded for being good or was this remorse highlighting an inherently evil nature?

On the Earth plane, contrary to exclamations of faith, Zoroastrianism is alive and well. Nefarious mists ravage and consume unsuspecting innocents converting erstwhile law abiding introverts into snarling, extroverted, rampaging fiends, perhaps summoning the worst bestial qualities. Mythologies of the werewolf tradition are the best metaphor for this type of zealous prejudice. Whereas, historically, there were knobbly wolf-men billions of years ago, werewolves only exist in the mind today. Due to our inherently racist nature, according to hybridised Zoroastrian routine, “reptilians” are vaporous all-consuming evil and counterpart “angels” represent luminous, all-consuming good. There is some debate as to what angels actually are, but, generally speaking, they are regarded as either “perfect” Caucasian humans from the Pleiades or varieties of light beings (which may be versions of the same Pleiadian entity). Proto-angelic Zeta grey beings also feature, but as the so-called Robot Greys (which may actually be hybrid Andromedan “humans”; advanced de-facto controllers of us) are almost identical in appearance, our culture is divided in its opinions.

I believe the Robot Greys were created to look like Zetas in order to confuse ignorant humans and [thus] downgrade their potent threat (as possible communion activation agents of the Annunaki). The Robot Greys (manifest on our plane, but live underground) are insensitive, erratic, in some ways unpredictable and notably [by our definition] conscience free. This partially parries with the almost synthetic logic applied to spiritual reasoning by the Zeta grey beings that, themselves, have a reputation for mathematical calculations (minds beyond comprehension) implying little understanding of our homely, fluffy emotional layer. Indeed, it is the reptilians that are best tuned to our specific character set. Maybe it is because every single human being on Earth today is part reptilian. Some Negro peoples are more reptilian than other races assuring they can “see” the carnal crocodilian bodies without using mind bending drugs. David Icke is not the only researcher to document the use of LSD or marijuana enabling powers of extra-vision manifesting aspects of the subconscious Tara realms. Narcotics are by no means the only activators, as certain meditation disciplines in correct measure can open mind doorways too.

It is because of man’s inherent racist nature that we deny the evidence of our reptilian heritage. The brain’s limbic system is not the only example of it. Earth bound reptilian pure bloods have a dual pulmonary system. They would be classed as cold blooded (milk producing) mammals if such a category existed and we, of course, are the warm blooded variety showing that the original dual pulmonary system has been fused into one in our case. Aspects of our and their character sets can be classed as positive or negative, but there is no good or evil as that rationale belies judgement. For the material life of the man whose enemy was murdered, the event was a positive outcome; a blessing. Yet, by the same token, spiritually it was devastating for his conscience. Our conscience markers are different to purebred reptilians’. Therefore value bases and morals travel alien paths. In some ways the Draco (the group name given to branches of reptilian bloodlines and others) are spiritually considerably more advanced of us. In others, they might better compare to demons.

Just as we value our privacy, they do not like me (for instance) to investigate them as a scientist observes “lab rats”. However, without this sort of evaluation, all humanity sees are splintered, unfair cartoon characterisations based on those age old good/evil bipartisan motives we use to justify opinions. Therefore, I have turned the eye back on those that monitor me and they don’t like it. Many of their departments have been monitoring me because I could cause some real mischief to the program. That program has been to disconnect humanity, first by removing the ability to communicate telepathically (when there was no confusion. The biblical Tower of Babel story is a good metaphor) and then to dismantle historic heritage by replacing correct narrative lines with jargon.

When negative realms, such as, torture, sexual deviance, explosions, murder, deceit and so on are considered rationally, each category can be treated as different art forms. All art forms require spectroscopy to be appreciated. Thus, whereas humans seek artistic excellence for, mostly, positive pursuits; elements of the Draco (very much in cahoots with the Robot Greys) equally desire negative ones. To give an example of what they strive for, when I witnessed the amazing long jump of Mike Powell that broke the twenty two years long record of Bob Beamon real time, it was exhilarating. There was an impermeable energy that consumed me – Olympic fever! The Draco have much more finely tuned senses so, for them, effects might be magnified thousands of times.

Our most rambunctious human individuals are placid compared to the average Ciaker (the name given to the Tyrannosaur branch of the Draco). Although, they are so well-centred (compared to us), energy streams can be switched on or off using internal taps. Wild reactions are no longer necessary. A fully activated internal, “third”, eye gives them surround energy fields that can read the state of mind of potential aggressors miles away. They are more interested in developing the peak potential of the individual for the group than restricting the discovery tour because of conflicting jealousy. Purpose is more revered than life and its manifestations. Besides, they can simply manufacture new bodies, to order. Thus, individuals are empowered whether purposes are deemed negative or positive by arbitrary bodies (such as humankind). Nevertheless, against that freedom is offset a litany of laws that are all the more draconian because society’s individuals adhere to them like glue.

I know of many couch pot heads that pay nothing more than lip service to anti-drug laws. We do not, in general, respect laws. In Draco society, breaking the law is a huge deal; any law. Perhaps the death penalty (or worse) is administered to offenders. I hear of juveniles transgressing by going places they shouldn’t, but as far as I can gather, leniency is given to the rite of passage and perhaps, also, this instils belief in territories. In short, Draco societal members are encouraged to live life to the maximum as a body is a temporary unit to be spent. This, sensationally, has led to conflict with human society. Relations have not been helped by the fact; to them we are viewed as little more than illegitimate poor cousins and viable lab rats. That opinion, rightly, stems back to our, can I say, accidental creation that offended the Annunaki gene masters. In addition, they, historically, gave the Annunaki a run for their money and are, frankly, more powerful than us.

Regular reports come my way talking of remote mind readings by various reptilian types. Personally, I find that ability very disconcerting. It is like an attractive woman that feels she is being ogled by [in her mind] an ugly guy who, despite trying to avoid eye contact, is drilling metaphysical holes into her body. When they scan you (which is very invasive), they know you know you are being scanned. I guess, that’s why when I reverse the process, they don’t like it too. It’s almost as if they are saying [to me], you are not meant to do that [humans don’t have those abilities]. Indeed, I can go as far to say that some get really angry once their position is breached.

The Pteroid (wolverine) versions of the Draco are very shy and I have never been able to pinpoint or track one. All information I have gathered has been collected on those that come by in order to scan me. I can follow then so far and then they simply evaporate. Perhaps this ability is an accrued hereditary technique. It would make sense, in some ways, as they are genetically considerably more advanced of the Ciakars. In the order of things, the Pteroid version of “man” was created at least fifty million years ago, Ciakars were created between three and five million years ago (the hybridisation stages alone may have been run in excess of a million years!). Compare that with our puny hundred and twenty five thousand years existence as “humans”. Ignore statements from those rogue genome projects. Our “scientific” understanding of DNA is in its infancy and almost nil.

Perhaps it is an overhang of their violent billion years’ old genetic heritage, but the wolverines have a character state some might judge as insane. It is very hard to describe, but I would take a stab at a fusion of genius and raw anger. They have never caused me any problems, but I learn of gruesome, spontaneous kills from time to time. Dracula’s tales and the Mothmen traditions have an eerie ring of truth about them. For me, they have only ever flitted in like night owls and I find them shy and comparatively peaceful. Though, I would be willing to concede those flashing carmine eyes may have a few shocking stories to tell. Where have they been and what have they seen?

The Ciakars are known for their dedication to detail and thorough discipline of training. Philosophic vision is not one of their strengths and I believe this is maybe why they have cultivated a relationship with the Mantids (tall bipedal grasshoppers). Presumably used as a bridge to the Zeta Grey Beings, the truth is by no means clear as, historically, the Draco have a better direct relationship with the Zetas than the Atlanteans used to (in light of conflicts with the Annunaki). Whatever the reason, the Mantids seem to be best tuned to their emotional plane. This is also odd, because I relate to their energy fields badly. The ones I have read have either been lacking in substance or are rather “computer like” (whizzing minds). Their harmonics bizarrely read “judgement” and “belief” free. Perhaps they are able to filter and block incoming scans? All I gather is that is why they are trusted – atheist and sceptic rolled into one is the ideal partner of the pragmatist. It would be so except the Mantids are spiritual paragons too, so these exo-politics are complicated and far from resolved for me.

Recently I metaphysically connected with a reptilian group whose vibrations were only a small notch up from humans. Far from having any committed interaction, I did sense some important feedback. Findings aptly matched other reports I had collected over the years. It seemed to me that they were similar in character to human reprobates (or the energetic signature maybe even matched our rule-driven, uncompromising fundamentalists), fussily nit-picking at dislikes, whilst perhaps using their collective wisdom to influence or infect targets. I felt negotiation was a taboo. The deeper question for me was whether they had some trait that compared with our “good Samaritan” potential. Consideration of valiant intervention or intercession was met with incongruity or incomprehension. This is not to say they would not save someone stricken in a burning house, but our sense of “virtue” simply did not compute. When I move up the scales to the light realms, where sincere spirituality is much more prevalent, there is a live and let live feel about ethos. Providing I don’t cross my fellow being, according to this tradition, I am safe.

When I delve deeper, I find a much more acute and detailed understanding of purpose than the human facile conscience. Our self-serving double standards are replaced with humble clarity. Purpose goes way beyond the individual and they assess duty and roles as aspects of being that cannot be detached from the “group”. Everything, by this determination, promotes the entire genetic band with rules in place to guide and roles that are forms of selection determined by who’s deemed “fittest” (or worthy). Social models promote slave/master, leader/follower paradigms (a macabre extension of this philosophy permits the willing absorption/consumption of slave by master). The significant difference between emotional and logical order is the former determines that competition is the primo driving force underpinning purpose, whereas the latter assigns a group brain cooperative mutually progressing positive aspects of individuality. Purpose, then, is a spontaneous, flexible outline. In a sense I see the separation of Zoroastrianism and Buddhism in these two methods. One relies of the enhanced selfish nature of survivors and the other builds a commune committed to wheedling out toxic influences to preserve the spirit of selflessness. As humans are somewhere in between these two poles, it is no wonder we adamantly perplex our extra-terrestrial betters.

If there was a way of separating good and evil into forces of light and darkness the divide would part the emotional heart and the logical mind. Ambassadors of darkness (shadow soul) revere the potence of timings; or spontaneous predestination of the moment. Thus strict rules defining rights and critical prophesy are the staples for essential tradition. Light givers (enhanced spirit) live by all-consuming synchronised probability. Design and mathematical outcomes transcend superstitions of faith. Even so, paradoxically, both superstition and faith, by transcendental reasoning, can be factored and calculated. Rehearsed, prepared wisdom predetermines the all Seeing Eye. It is ironic that the forces of darkness are hell bent on control and their counterparts are determined to promote universal freedom. Did the poles of good and evil switch while we’ve been consumed with our selfish agendas?

Life of Mars Part One – Inspired by Harry Potter

I recently presented at a Sydney exo-politics forum to an audience of mixed ability levels. Sadly, the ugly voice of base atheist-materialism determined to objectivise everything associated with the paranormal inspired an all too familiar cretins’ chorus. As my narrative line failed to affirm these eminently cultured critics’ belief systems, content was judged “unprofessional” to fortify ignorance. The sheer arrogance of creators of mythical propaganda never ceases to amaze me. Elite championed approved versions of pseudo-sciences such as ufology; paranormal studies and spirituality bluster on in the vain hope that someday the mainstream will adopt these devious brands. My goodness, the fools worship permanently unidentified flying objects. If that isn’t insane, I wonder what is. Let me say this, in conclusion. I absolutely believe in democratic fair play and put everything up before the Exopolitician blog’s own committee. The decision found us unanimously against prejudice in support of traditionalism. We have decided to detach from those lofty, fake standards cutely dressed as “professionalism” and have nothing more to do with that Sydney exo-politics organisation.

JK Rowling’s heroic character, Harry Potter, has been my inspiration to move on. Against all odds, his resilience and belief in pure truths won the day. If that means I have to be a non-violent crusader for faith, then so be it. To conclude my ill-fated presentation, I read a small section of my extended short story, “Life on Mars (Part One) – inspired by Harry Potter”, which was created in the memory of a very different (but perhaps slightly similar) namesake; an impish school chum of mine. The reading followed some very deep, poignant but absolutely non-conformist information on the cosmos, time, Annunaki and formation of two suns after the destruction of Tiamat. Five hours’ worth of content had to be compressed into a strict ninety minutes so, of the thirty scripted power point slides, only eight were covered. A number of audience members (clearly separate from those chorus of cretins) wanted more and one lady (eager to listen on) suggested I prepare to launch a YouTube video illuminating content for the other slides. In light of the irreparable fallout with event organisers, I shall create a complete presentation via video channel. But that is an exciting project for the future.

Not everyone was interviewed after the event, but I sensed that my Life on Mars snippet was appreciated by most; if not all. The writing style is so vivid; one audience member asked me if it was based on real life experiences. I had to respond, being honest, that if it was based on real life, it was not a life I recollected. Nevertheless there have been a number of strange connections happening (unbeknown to me at the time of writing) after the fact. Please enjoy this topical extract:

Chipping Norton village had been the centre of attention two weeks before. A boisterous arts and crafts fair had passed through. It was a colourful troop that included mystics, spiritualists and even genuine gypsies. Apparently some had international reputations. One of the locals learned that our village had been cursed for its role in the inquisition, but no one really took any notice. This had come from a strange foreign woman who carried a crystal ball in a small, battered, leather suitcase. Other than that, the lead up to “the event” had shown no irregularities, no suggestions; no insight as to what was to happen. Indeed things had been more normal than normal.

I looked at my watch. Save the mysterious light, it was almost dark. I could barely make out the hour. Nine o’clock! “Well, time for a cup of tea,” I thought.

Then, an almighty crack!

What was that? It sounded like a large tree had just been felled. The ground vibrated. Not being the inquisitive type, I carried on to the small kitchenette where there was a kettle, small stove and all the essentials for tea making. Poking up on one of the shelves was even half a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits. I picked up a small plate, the biscuits and placed them on the side table. The kettle had already started to hiss. That was quick. I had only just switched it on.

Outside a fog began to appear, slowly but distinctly. It was the rolling sort that shimmered in the mysterious luminance.

To the left of the kitchenette was mounted an electric wall clock. The second hand usually went “clack, clack, clack” stridently. It was so loud, in quiet moments it could be heard in the workshop.

Silence

Nothing; no hissing, no clacking, just silence. It was as though time had stood still. It’s funny, but it took a few moments for the serenity to sink in. I am sitting there, trying to read a pamphlet in the half light. So absorbed, I almost missed it; the moment time stood still. When it came to me, when I realised, it was too late. “The event” was already happening; so fast, I can barely recount.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a cleft or, at least, I thought that is what it was. The wall to my right side seemed to just open up. First a chink of that mysterious light seeped out, slowly oozing towards me like sticky treacle. The fissure widened to a shaft and then there was just light; blinding, throbbing light.

 

~~~

Our narrator cleared his throat again. “Can someone throw some more wood on the fire? It’s dying low.” He then rummaged in his backpack and produced a tired wooden pipe and a pouch of smoking tobacco. Clearing his throat, once more, for good measure, he proceeded to fill up the bowl, meticulously evening out any odd strand of tobacco. “You like smoking that pipe, sir?” said one of his group obscured by an orange tinted blackish fog made from the combination of the fire and the pressing outer elements.

A vague nod and silence

“Um, now where was I?”

To our left a large bat skipped by. Out of nowhere, silhouetted against the darkness it shocked the be-jeepers out of us. “What was that?” screamed one of our brethren.

“Don’t worry Alan”

The narrator pensively scanned the lack of horizon hoping to make something out of nothing, then lowered his head and began reading again.

 

~~~

A blinding, throbbing light blacked out all sense of perspective; all sense of time. It was as though I was suspended at heaven’s gate. Then there was something; a little movement. Was it an arm? It moved too quickly and faded back into the light. At that point I seemed to lose consciousness.

I don’t know how long I was unconscious for, but it seemed like the next instant I was no longer there. This was an entirely different place. The pulsating light had gone. How did I arrive here?

It took several moments to regain my composure. Only then did I realise I could not move. Paralysed is the wrong word. It was as though I was made of stone. Had I met a fate similar to Hans Solo? If this was carbonite, at least my eyes still worked, but they were fixed. As much as I tried I could not move them side to side.

Ahead of me looked something like a laboratory, but nothing quite resembling anything I had seen before. The floors and walls that I could view were white, as were various cabinets and shelves. There was also some strange intricate mirror work that looked eerily alien. Numerous scattered lights of different colours gave the place an almost festive feel and one long shelf appeared to have been entirely devoted to preserved animals. None looked familiar. Each was mounted on a sturdy wooden base encased in glass. Strange inscriptions of an unknown language using unknown symbols were etched into stylish silver plaques suggesting these were display pieces.

Right at the end of the room were maybe doorways or booths. Just before them was a weird looking spherical vat. It was a translucent green and inside something or some things wriggled. To the very right of visual range a white post or pillar stood about head high. On it perched a radiant sphere of pure gold; quite beautiful, mesmerising even. Surprisingly, there were no noticeable windows or lighting systems, other than the liberally placed fairy lights mentioned prior.

I began to inspect the animals on display more carefully, as many were quite fascinating, when the floor seemed to open up before me. It literally formed a portal. Out popped a head first; then a body and some spindly limbs followed. I tried to gasp but I couldn’t. The face of this thing; creature was almost blank. A tiny slit represented the mouth; minute breathing holes could be just made out where the nose should have been. Its eyes were very large and occupied most of the facial real estate. They were strangely multi-coloured, “rainbow” orbs, although this was perhaps a reflective effect, like cat’s eyes. The head itself was oversized compared to mine and an inverted pear shaped. Its skin, of an off white, or perhaps, grey shade, had a synthetic quality. The image was so unreal, I was not sure if this wasn’t some alien costume. A child or dwarf in fancy dress?

The body was nothing to look at. Small framed, it wore a stylish infant’s jump suit. One piece coloured light beige and noticeably etched into the right breast was a smart space age royal blue and crimson insignia. The left hand clasped a silver pen. It stood stoically. All of a sudden a high pitched chirping, not dissimilar to the sound a field cricket emits, surrounded me. It was as if the creature was talking to me even though the mouth did not move. Rhythms became more frantic and, then, as abruptly as they started, they stopped. Its mesmerising rainbow eyes were also communicating something. I seemed to understand exactly what it wanted just by focusing on those kaleidoscopic irises.

In a flash the creature before me transformed into a well presented regal looking fellow, human in every way. Wearing a breezy linen suit of mottled mustard contrasting his deep scarlet cravat, in the right lapel was a giant orchid of the most beautiful design. Its fragrance was captivating.

“Sorry old thing, the frequency catalyser is on the blink, damned Ragthusian technology “

“By the way, I’m Pibble, charmed to meet you”

I felt my feet for the first time. My body was on rapid defrost. Everything tingled.

“Buh, buh, buh….buh, buh” was all that came out and I felt drool dribbling down from the left side of my mouth.

“Ahhh…..”

“WHY?” I exploded. It had not meant to come out as a roar, but all that pent up wanting to move just erupted.

“I understand” exclaimed Pibble. “Yes, this takes quite a bit of getting used to”

Looking pensively, he then said, “Not to worry, old thing, all will be explained on the way”

“We are going on a journey and I think you will like what you see”

With that he smiled broadly.

 

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How to finish a fine read?

Testing content on a number of friends, a couple felt it was ideal as a reading tool to encourage our modern youth. It is not too long, keeps the reader engaged (even in the boring bits) and there is a “payoff” (oh boy, is there just!). In fact the only criticism was; where’s part two? So, I would be most appreciative if you would all raise awareness of the tale on social media networks.

The story is now only available as part of a bundle, including a wonderful audio presentation by myself. You will find a PayPal link and simple instructions on what to do here or there.

Depending on the desire of wanton readerships as expressed by numbers completing the first part of Life on Mars (inspired by Harry Potter), other parts will follow ultimately preparing more serious readers for my next large book, “A New World Order”. This, in light of the constant requests for it to be so, may be produced in print. But that is for a future time beyond the control or whims of our beloved Harry Potter.

Big Trouble in Little Earth

Though I have not investigated source information, I have been given a vital key to some of the mysteries behind the political framing of humanity. The enslavement of “children” via “God complex” of parental oversight is no accident. This has become the template for unrealistic and oppressive behavioural boundaries instilled into societies at large. Whereas different races and cultures live by different sets of guidelines, other than shamanic tribes that work off alien custom/rule based paradigms, all systemically oppress.

An unknown author

I am more attracted to unknowns than the famous. Regrettably, a once considered “pure” information source, Simon Parkes, has also gathered the moss of corruption. As with David Icke, he balances some questionable practices and vague sentiment with a Machiavellian onslaught for general injustice against humanity. Unlike Icke, he is not a populist. Being unique in his own right still makes Parkes brilliant and special; but, “buyer beware”.

My latest discovery is the author, researcher and star seed, Eva Draconis (See http://www.orionmindproject.com). I would like, initially, only to give a brief introduction but, as she is a very special talent, the plan is to write a feature post about some of her experiences and research work. She, rightly, has turned many of my prior opinions on their head and because of it I have drawn updated conclusions that “body types” are not necessarily evidence of energetic status. By this I mean, and as I describe in great detail in “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” (See http://ozziethinker.wordpress.com/about), the logic that the filtered energetic body must match the precise form of the [prepared] body [note – some bodies are produced impaired] is not cast in stone. Thus, she talks of a highly emotional, “reptilian”, Mantis type that was genetically modified by one of the reptile hierarchies. Her website offers an abundance of writings (some quite disturbing) and I recommend her extensive collection of notes recording inter-terrestrial experiences. Details on her wonderful book “The Orion Project – Real or Imaginary?” can be found here (See http://www.orionmindproject.com/book.html).

An accidental meeting

My local exo-politics society, SYDUFOR (See http://www.ufor.asn.au/), held an event recently. Usually there is a key note speaker or two but, other than Doug Moffett (See http://www.ufoinfo.com/news/bananatv.shtml) analysing his latest mainstream media bulletin (lasting a couple of seconds), there was only a screening of a private questions session with and the movie about Travis Walton (See http://www.travis-walton.com/). The singular reason I turned up was because I had promised to hook up with someone there and, to be honest, if I had read the brief prior, I would not have arranged to meet. Indeed, the movie appeared that unappealing to a time challenged author, it took an enormous effort not to pass and let down my contact.

I am glad I did not as Travis was, it can only be said, majestic in every sense of the word. He was the spirit of everything humble, positive and profound. The “country bumpkin” or “redneck” label is neither warranted or in any way fair. This is a man that can not only speak intelligently, he offers an uncorrupted heart. Short of persuading humanity to empower regimes driven by selfless devotion to contribution-ism, he covered just about all positive bases that gnarl the mainstreamers. The larger part of sentiment, by Walton and others, was apportioned to heading the debunkers and sceptics off at the pass. Nevertheless, and ignoring the lustrous graphics supposedly depicting extra-terrestrial visitors of the time, very little of the content was devoted to the actual experience [beyond reflections on trauma and so on].

The Zeta Grey Being Connection

The little that was revealed was extremely interesting indeed. Precisely in the same way Suzy Hansen explores technological “multi-purpose” spacecraft control chairs in her excellent book, “The Dual Soul Connection” (see http://www.communicatorlink.com) about the Zeta Grey Beings, so too, did Walton. They both also talk of interactive holographic map guidance systems. Though the movie pictures gave a different message, his memory, we learnt, was of small, non-human creatures with jet black piercing eyes. Not a particularly flattering description but, perhaps, an apt one. It turns out, though, the Zetas came back to resurrect him after he was struck by a violent power beam from their intergalactic craft. All eye witnesses felt certain “nothing could have survived that”.

Have the Americans resurrected the millions innocently killed in Iraq in “friendly fire” or even compensated families correctly? Our angelic Zeta Grey Beings were so aggravated by the accidental death of Travis, they came back to fix him up. And I’ll tell you what; he’s really pleased they did! In fact, in my opinion, he was more that “fixed up”. An early film shows him displaying a “normal” humanoid energy field as one would expect, but later moving images see an intermittent secondary field of great power that seems to guide him. The wooded area that the spacecraft visited has grown faster and lusher than anywhere else in the forest, substantially defying science-reason. As the Zeta Grey Beings have abilities that transcend space, motion and are renowned in their understanding of [and ability to manipulate] timelines, was this an accident? The Travis Walton murder inquiry made US national “news”. His abduction revelations saw that catapult to international banner headlines. The establishment’s blue book strategy had collapsed with one tragic event; the event to herald the awakening of humanity.

Sceptics and Debunkers acting in the Interests of Zionism

From sold “KGB” archives

The timing (1975) of the Travis Walton case also coincided with a peak in interest in Erich von Daniken (See http://aimeedevlin.ontraport.net/c/s/ska/zpo/U/vJ/Dk/67xwkC/vudHnnrvIz), particularly amongst the sceptics who had found irrefutable evidence to debunk his sentiment – a number of Mayan artefacts had been faked. They [our irrepressible sceptics] failed to relay these were [believed to be] copies of originals but, also, to his plight, von Daniken had been less than zealous with his research discipline, taking the view that such bountiful hoards would ultimately trump festering detracting truths hidden in the detail. His energy field, incidentally, shows distinct reptilian qualities (perhaps picked up in old age) and that would explain the “political correctness” of more recent interviews. Nevertheless, I am relishing Saturday’s presentation with David Hatcher Childress.

Readers are doubtlessly aware I run two websites. Work I do as Ozzie Thinker (See http://ozziethinker.wordpress.com) addresses issues or information that includes items that focus on political conscience (is that an oxymoron?). One of the working areas of interest that impacts exo-politics is the ever more brutal and self-serving agendas of those that call themselves “Zionists”. Years ago, I occasionally communicated with a fraudulent Israelite “dissident” called Roy or Roi Tov (See http://www.roytov.com/). His role, it is clear, is to translate the mindless sentiment of the Israelite bureaucracy for the wider understanding of “ignorant” English speakers unversed in the poetic implications of Hebrew idiom. My final e-mail to Roy touched a nerve. I expressed great concern with the “extra-terrestrial” creatures “constantly mining the Earth’s core” and asked of his knowledge of their relationship with Israel. Not only did he not respond, but swiftly reclassified all further correspondence as “spam”. From that I ascertained two things were certain. There was a relationship and he knew about it.

Zeta Grey Being Doppelgangers Have Confused Experts and Sceptics

This is the earliest stage of my investigations into the genetically modified Andromedan humans (Note: Original Star Trek series 2 episode 22 is entertaining and mildly relevant, but some way off the mark). It is interesting self-proclaimed “Andromedan”, Alfred Lambremont Webre (See http://exopolitics.blogs.com/), has one of the most profound Ciakar (reptilian) energetic signatures I have witnessed. His ramblings about a phony war with the Draco and other pointers (which suggest he is on the Zionist “payroll”) have swayed my early conclusions. The “Andomedans”, according to Webre, unsurprisingly, are “winning” and represent everything “virtuous”. Double negatives and positives lure trivial minds into “believing” up is down and down is up.

There is that other enigmatic pseudo-truth presented by the late Karla Turner. Though she was, in my opinion, an agent of the CIA (witting or unwittingly – as are so many clairvoyants), her information on the inner world Grey Beings was pure [energetically]. Up to this juncture, I have been baffled by the truth. How could these beings have been “grown like flowers” very quickly (to keep them in near foetal state) from “human” sperms? Primarily, other than organisms that “split” to reproduce, everything else requires a “male” and “female” joining for active conception. To produce “life” as we know it, a seed or egg is the prerequisite. Sperm and pollen “activate” the mechanism.

Of course, I access the worlds of strange technologies and in these larger than life domains anything is possible. Like other grounded humans, I do not expect to encounter it in the flesh here. Living automatons (of other fantastic worlds) are reproduced from genetic offcuts. These are called “rebrids” and are significant because they are “soulless”. A human egg hosts the shadow body which is our magnetic soul. Thus, deduction tells me that rebrids are egg-free.

But why do the Andomendan “humans” look identical to the Zetas? Might not the “wolf in sheep’s clothing” adage figure here?

Who or What Controls the Inner Domains of our Planet?

Mainstreamers instinctively believe the 1950’s theory (adapted from Inge Lehmann’s 1936 observations. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inner_core) that the Earth has a molten iron core is sacred. I am not going to devote any time to the pointless circular arguments “justifying” belief systems concerning the inner realms. Readers may choose to ignore the truth and remain blind or not, as the case may be. For the progressives, here is the unverifiable certainty. There are five layers or “strata” to inner Earth. Three to four are inhabited with life systems similar to our own; with some notable variations. One section is very hot and has oceans of plasma. This is inhabited by entities which are beyond our dimensional density.

There are many theories and explorers tales about the inner realms. Sir Isaac Newton’s backer, Edmond Halley (See http://dioi.org/kn/halleyhollow.htm), is attributed as the first to present the mid-world model, which included a celestial sun. It is odd, given this information, that Newton deciphered and calculated gravity the way he did. I discuss this in my soon-to-be-published “A New World Order”. Other than strange zoological humanoids and miniature people reputedly witnessed on uncharted journeys, there is little to challenge the mainstream mind. Although, interestingly 200 year old Nordic accounts of mischievous “imps” (devils) are described very similar to the Grey’s. Esoteric writers, on the other hand, talk of shape-shifting reptilian strongholds, including the notorious golden city of Shambala. Others suggest the Lemurians may have moved to the centre of the Earth after a c. 24,000 BC comet disaster wrecked the surface regions (now under our Pacific Ocean).

Ignoring the repugnant dying “Tall Grey” Mother Race (which live in caverns close to the surface but number less than 1000 in total now), at least one source states “Grey Beings” control the inner Earth realms. These could surely be none other than the regularly filmed so-called “robot” Greys.

The Robot Greys

There are reports of hostile abductions and mistreatment of captives by the Zeta Grey Beings. However, experts Judy Carroll (See http://www.ufogreyinfo.com/) and Suzy Hansen both insist that some people undergoing the traumatic experience clam up and are so frightened of their hosts; they give no feedback on state of mind, discomfort, pain and so on. Most of these entities do not intrinsically understand the needs/whims of humans because they are not human! Thus, “misunderstandings” are now relayed as ill-treatment.

According to Simon Parkes, his experience with the robot Greys (not Zetas) revealed they could be deliberately deceptive and did not seem to possess any sort of conscience. He gave an example of one ignoring a dying man waiting to be transported from a hallway. It was a simple case of moving him to surgical rooms, but the Grey would not take the initiative. He gave another illustration which showed they knew damned well what was “right” from “wrong”, but traded ignorance for political point scoring.

It is not all bad as there are accounts of miracle surgeries being performed by these little guys and other acts of unconditional benevolence. Overall, nevertheless, they are cast as having an unassuming arrogance.

The Draco and the Grey Beings

Many individuals have presented accounts of reptilian Grey Being partnerships. Mostly, though not always, opinions are negative, but none more so, in my view, than the “evidence” revealed by Karla Turner (See http://www.reptilianagenda.com/exp/e112300a.shtml).

Her accounts, however, are so unrepresentative of Ciakar (colloquially known as Draco) ethos; I think the objective [of communications] was to sensationally attract weak minded people in the same way that mainstream “news” bulletins activate robust mindlessness. We feel we have the absolute, God given, right to sovereignty over our own lives but the Draco know this is nonsense. That is where the “conflict” regularly rears as the way they “open up” a “closed” human is via conquest. In their opinion, for instance, women are “raped” for their own good.

Added to that their societies very much work off the slave/master principle and, under those terms, the master literally owns the life of each slave. That does not sit well with fiercely independent human beings.

A Paedophile Conspiracy

Regularly Grey Beings accompany “chameleons” [shape shifting Ciakars] on abduction outings. Without genitalia, they can’t partake of the sexual antics, but have been known to bark telepathic “orders” to would-be recruits.

Regularly, it is [human] children that are selected for sexual tests; some very young. Satisfying wild imaginations, just about every desperate combination of “perversion” has allegedly been covered by these titillating accounts. For at least one case, unusual human behaviours that would be erstwhile “normal” were it not for the current over-zealous “anti-pedo” climate in the mainstream, would, it seems to me, perhaps “cover up” what might be judged as a “crimes” by offended parties. From the reptilian perspective many of these supposed attacks make no sense whatsoever.

Sexual energy goes inwards in [normal] children. This, at the right time (perhaps triggered by hormones), reverses direction. Introvert purity is converted to extrovert sexuality. There may be instances where the relationship between sexual energy, manifestation and its scope and range are tested by Draco authorities. Let’s suppose they enjoy “uncorking the bottle”.

A 6000 Years Old Control of Humanity

By way of conclusion, in the early stages of investigation, I understand [indirectly] that a new source is claiming a genetically modified human from the Andromeda star system visited and conquered Earth. Calculating a fundamental interpretation of the datelines of the origins of man using the Biblical Genesis chronology, everything started 6,013 years ago. This was about (or precisely) the alleged time the Andromedans colonised the Earth.

There is a very strong Draco energetic presence around the Knesset in Israel and I believe the robot Greys have some kind of relationship. A distinctive (possibly “energetic”) “Small Grey” was filmed viewing a George W Bush “speech” (sic) from inside the Whitehouse. Eisenhower brokered a deal with the robot Greys (who are usually chaperoned by tall ephemeral mantis-like beings) and this prompted an intervention from Venus (Valiant Thor).

Even so, documents presented by Ed Snowdon (leaked by Iran. See http://english.farsnews.com/newstext.aspx?nn=13921021000393) as part of the stolen CIA files cache, state [Charles Hall’s] Tall Whites (See http://openseti.org/Hall.html) ultimately control America. These are Version Eight human (we are Version Seven) and I believe they do have a cosmic judicial role here in relation to management of Draco affairs.

So it is only right, with so many unanswered questions, to leave conclusions open. A much more detailed, compelling treatise will find a place in my book “A New World Order”. The release date is scheduled for September and there may be a printed version to compensate the large volume of readers that claim they cannot adapt to e-books.

Authentic Videos of Andromedan Grey Aliens

Thepolishedknob Youtube channel is particularly relevant as it records numerous real-time video encounters (possibly located in Adelaide, South Australia?) with both “small greys” and the “tall, pale mantis types”. Footage is regularly “debunked” by ignorant wheelchair “experts”. For the three selected, no characteristic “alarmed cat” sounds are heard, though, I must confess, there are plenty of expletives of the worst kind which “set the scene”. Of the several hundred video documents that used to be available only a few dozen remain, sadly. Attempted contact with the uploader has not encouraged a reply.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU9Am-D_2_c

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFNgtkRqQFo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfwZX415YrI

Original noteworthy video (clip with sound) of a grey hybrid captured in Brazil

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoDREGAeK5M