Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

Christmas and Ken

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

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

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

Has the Mob “Disappeared” Him?

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

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

An “Above Average” Website

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

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

The Posthumous Funeral

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

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

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

Teach a NASA New Tricks

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

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

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

Earth-like Moons, Martians and Morons

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

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

Born Again Christians

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

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

Ken, Me and Pseudo-Truths

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

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

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

Unexplained Unconventional Memories

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

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

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

Sweet Insects and Their Extraordinary Taste For Telepathy

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

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

Conventions, Truth and Exo-political Manoeuvres

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

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

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

Humans Draconian Common Ways

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

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

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

My New Year’s Resolution

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

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

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.

Energy Fields and Grand Politics Beyond the Comprehension of Mere Mortals

Those that have been fortunate enough to access a copy of my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, will have noticed sections promoting our bodies as structures. To elaborate, we are comprised of cells and these cluster to create the fabrication, organs and systems that are the body. Some cells are specialists and others are generic. All are important, but some are less vital than others, so, as in the course of a normal period, if we lose a few, it doesn’t matter to the body. Contrary to popular claims, I have never met anyone (myself included) that can communicate with any individual cell; one on one. I have yet to locate anyone that can determine the mindset of any cell. There are theorists, of course, but these usually end up being proved wrong, eventually. Though our bodies are exclusively comprised of cells, we are completely reliant on the integrity of the systems that make us work. Professor Stephen Hawking is no different. Indeed, he is an excellent example. His mind maybe magnificent, but it has no control over his body. He is powerless and his physique is the testament.

I write a lot about those that assert they are powerful on my other blog, but, cosmically, as I shall explain, they are ignorant hooligans and, as such, are more akin to poison algae that cling to a ship’s hull. Any human, compared against our giant universe, is far less significant than, say, how individual cells might compare to us. “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” goes farther and reveals the exalted prestige of atoms, which are not only excessively more abundant than cells but hardly understood by material sciences. Unlike everything that is branded living by these evolutionists, atoms are immortal and, as such, become more potent than life itself. For instance, for those with the keys, each atom can become a gateway to paradise. Those radiant holograms, individually small and insignificant, are nothing short of the essence of existence, for without them there would be no material plane. Without them, nothing would be. Contrary to the bluster and lies of nuclear physicists, our scientists cannot touch these holy structures. Their atomic bombs are caused by disruptions of polarity and it is these that trigger sub-space reactive implosions as cosmic effects (yeah, every nuclear ripple continues to the edge of the universe). Much is not understood by our mainstream science, but when the truth is in range, invariably it has such a negative effect on current material [Newton-Cartesian] paradigms, deceitful falsification habitually satisfies the best way of avoiding the pain and inconvenience of rebuttals caused by transparency. I expose some of these errors in “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, but others, such as the true properties of electro-magnetism, are discussed in the next instalment of my book series, the yet to be published, “A New World Order”.

Moving away from traditional science thinking, I would like to present the concept (at this stage it is nothing more than that) that the entire cosmos is a living organism. Of course, this would mean we would have to redefine what it is to live, because vital signs would have to be measured in different ways. We must transcend the troglodyte notion that puny bags of water, called human beings, are the closest third party observers might come to accessing God.  Think how easy we are to destroy, compared to immortal atoms, for instance. So science found the backdoor to paradise with its weapons of mass destruction, but they didn’t affect the atoms. They only affected puny human beings and other organic life systems. I’ll be honest, my book (“The Beauty of Existence Decoded”) is so committed to divulging universal permanence it almost loses sight of the functional transience of what we know as “life systems”. If there was any single thing that separated organic from inorganic, I have to say I would select metabolism. Therefore, as I stress on my other blog, non-metabolic viruses are inorganic. Instead of obviously determining the causes as organic responses to different forms of pollution, populations parrot that dogmatic slumber called “science”.

By its own standards, science would not recognise life without evidence. Therefore, when everything that lives today is long gone, buried under tonnes of debris, the only justification for life would be those living things of future times. If everything then only ever breathed hydrogen, fundamentalist science would ideally claim that nothing could survive without hydrogen and the notion that there might be oxygen breathers is sheer fantasy. Yet, on our own dear old planet Earth today, no one breathes oxygen. Instead we need a complex gaseous oxygen heavy compound for survival; too complex for the parrots to parrot. But this was not always the case. The compound has changed, unbeknown to today’s science. Not only that. There are many other natural factors this analogy is representative of. In past writings I questioned the efficacy of science for opposite reasons. How can the enormous predictions of radio carbon dating be relied on when all evidence is theoretical?

Charles Hall is famous for his work as a government weatherman stationed in the Nevada desert. His meteorological breakthroughs, if there were any, are not known. Famously, it was his long standing relationship with extra-terrestrial visitors, colloquially known simply as Tall Whites that attracted the eyes of the world. His experiences with, what he calls, the Greys, are not publicised (to my knowledge) and not widely known. These creatures, by his description, are hairless beings without hearts. Prolific miners with extremely domineering personalities would best summarise their being-ness. Their body systems appear to mimic some Earth bound amphibians (such as the salamander, which have regenerative hearts) though they, I presume, are not amphibious. Whilst I cannot be entirely sure, I think Charles is referring to the “Grey Being” type known as Futczhi (named after the prosthetic crash dummy), which are a blue-grey colour, around a metre in height, hairless, plump with oversized heads and very strange glassine human-like eyes. Created as genetic hybrids by the Draco from Zeta (Grey Being) DNA, they were the “YHWH” used to lead disparate human races after the Earth’s crust detached from its core (causing a giant polar reversal) in 10,583BC.

Things went wrong, of course, and roughly 6,500 years ago most were moved off planet onto our moon, which became their new home. Being of the Earth, at the time, they needed our atmosphere to survive. However as, over the ages, Earth’s atmosphere has changed so much, modern day visiting adults (usually by light portal) need breathing apparatus to survive. Their young, ironically, can live here unassisted (which is oddly corroborated by Andrew Basiago’s Project Pegasus theory which espouses human children travelled through a Hawaiian star gate to work inside Mars as adults could not survive the atmospheric conditions). Interestingly enough, and God only knows how this is achieved, there are shared atmosphere systems on/in the moon (under giant holographic domes) which means chlorine breathers can function in the same environment as humans without segregation. The atmosphere somehow simply converts to the breather’s requirement automatically. There is so much we do not understand. For instance, according to Suzy Hansen, the (Zeta) Grey Beings have the technique (or technology) to deactivate (switch off) and reactivate the electrical particles of atoms at will. Draco reptilians use intelligent microbes for internal repairs of living bodies. The Martians of Atlantis reputedly could change atomic values of matter (i.e. carbon to gold) using mind alone. It is no wonder I view our knowledge with such scepticism.

Recently, on the mathematical crop-circle decoder Red Collie’s channel, I entered into a vigorous debate with star seed and talk show presenter, Niki Reinert. Thanks to our cosmic physics, there is a void where understanding of the so-called Annunaki should be present. Because quantum physicists, quite frankly, for the most part have no idea as to core identity of existence, rationalists and pragmatists cannot understand energy. Truth can be discerned from Robert Morning Sky’s ignorant corruption of a beautiful cosmic history relayed to his father (as a youth) by a [supposed] star being he calls Bek-Ti in the volume titled “The Terra Papers – A Hidden History of Planet Earth (part one)”. So potent is the content, chunks of wisdom are incorporated in “A New World Order”. Due to Morning Sky’s pretence, many of the symbols have been misplaced so parts of the document are almost impossible to understand. So much so he appears to have copied great tracts of Sumerian malice to give his book “popular appeal”. I will not criticise any more as I am eternally grateful for what shines through the confusion.

Bek-Ti talks about empty sectors of the universe as real estate available for the creation of planets, precious mineral and ore deposits and creatures that can mine. The most important thing, above everything else, to the creators, according to this view, is they are truly (from the heart) worshiped (or loved) by their creations. That’s it! No super power politics. No grand schemes of manipulation; just honest to goodness love. Bek-Ti also stresses that the creator Gods were, initially, serpentine warriors that smote everything that stood in their paths with unrequited zeal. The problem with this approach was, they discovered, after a while you run out of things to smite. Besides, individually, defenders of realms were usually pretty decent sorts, when differences were put to one side. So, after a long while of inner searching, the Gods contended conquest through partnership was the best way to create win win situations. Thus, the Gods eventually disappeared into the ether and controlled the energy chain right the way down to physical existence (and as hard as our material science tries to determine otherwise; energy is all we are and all we will ever be).

Right at the top of this energetic hierarchy is, yes, you’ve guessed it, the Annunaki. Any connection with Nibiru is coincidental other than a possible “pooling” of energy on the manifest plane. I am talking about beings the size of universes; conveying unimaginably large, awe summoning power. As feeble little creatures with big egos, humans find it very hard to transcend to the point of understanding that translates perception defying relevance (that, I guess, is why the word “awe” came into being). Another description for this, which has become rather unfashionable in modern times, is “faith”. Faith, in the true version, is a belief in something that cannot be experienced but must be known. There was a place that the Annunaki resided when they left Earth and that was the planet Venus. So, I believe, all this time, with talk of strange interloping precessional cycles and mysterious heavenly bodies, “Nibiru” may have been right under our noses. Whether there is some magical cyclic orbital irregularity every 3600 years or so remains to be seen (by us). I can say that Niki Reinert has innocently revealed a huge piece of the cosmic puzzle via her revelations of Venusian Mantids.

Though I refrain from the use of the term unique, my ability to indiscriminately access the DNA of anyone or anything, no matter where they are or whether I have even witnessed their physicality, has never been compared. Specifically, I have built a small reputation as one who can decipher the extra-terrestrial origins of any human user. If pressed I can offer a service to reveal genetic heritage (inquisitives can seek me out here). Giving the example as Venusian Mantids, I accessed them via her DNA as Niki Reinert was the source. Initially that route presented me her perception of them and, forgive the churlish simile, I spied little sugar plum fairies dancing on an idyllic pond. Perhaps she sees them differently, but that is how I related to her perception of them. They were the epitome of grace and everything delicate.  But when I detached from Niki’s DNA, a rather different scope emerged. What I saw was of a bottomless well of universal intelligence which was as frightening as it was confronting. These were, confirmed by the experience, to coin the vernacular, the real McCoy. The Mantids are one of the few independent energy fields to have survived the cosmic event physics calls “Big Bang” (periodic and unwelcome phases culminating in God contesting imbalance and rehashing all universal components almost instantly). As [presumably] part of my development, years back I was shown energetic and rock versions of the Mantis master soul. I did not know “why” at the time. I do now.

As a youth, television offered a peculiar fascination (I don’t possess one any more). Cheesy Hammer Horror movies were popular and often presented an over-zealous Peter Cushing either partnering with or conquering evil Christopher Lee. Evil is expected to ooze, usually as an eerie mist, from the realms of darkness. Valiant crusaders, crucifixes in hand, come brandishing light forcing terrorising influences to retract back to nothingness. This view is complimented by endless propaganda images of evil shrinking from good. Yet, if the truth be known, darkness is far more powerful than light. Indeed, light, in the very first instance, was created by darkness.  Our dear old sun the Babylonians and others revered as the great life generator issues only black light (our perception rationalises it as dazzling brightness) and is a “fake” (per se). The real sun died out around 200 million years ago as a consequence of the fallout of Tiamat. When reviewing other forms of propaganda investigators often find the truth is the diametrical opposite of what is being presented. Good fears evil because evil is far stronger and that has always been so and that is why war has wreaked havoc on this wonderful planet from the beginnings of man. There is a cosmic version of propaganda and I call this White light influences.

Whilst those that come from dark realms can look truth in the eye, light realm observers can only perceive in their terms. Because she originates from the light realms, even as a manifest human (dark and light combined), Niki Reinert (star seed and this important) cannot see things as they are and she filters out the parts of her experiences that are too hard to process (face). To rationalise her extraordinary visions, she has to resort to her earth plane body (devoid of star seed influence) and relies on hallowed (but corrupt through omissions, misinterpretations and errors) ancient texts for inspiration/guidance. Wayward interpretations of reality are her predictable outcomes. That is why she could not see the Venusian Mantids as they are. Truth (as far as I can gather) is affirmed when analysing Mantids of the “Order of Thoth” that Simon Parkes so accurately describes as in league with the Draco. Niki remembers the ordinance as “abductions” when (per her filtered perception) the Draco terrified, captured and ripped the wings off the beautiful Venusian Mantids. In fact, due to character flaws, the Draco cannot directly interact with Venusian Mantids, so hybrids were created and these lack wings and certain aspects of the originals character set. Her “white light” decoded this as a terrifying abduction attack metaphor rather than the creation of hybrids missing essential elements of the whole Mantid identity.

Though they are arguably the most senior “type” in the universe, the Zeta Grey Beings (of the ant or termite genus) were a new creative manifestation after Big Bang. Thus, they have an almost umbilical relationship with the Mantis (confirmed by Suzy Hansen and others), which are fountains of eternal secrets. It is presumed by material science that the cosmos accidentally or spontaneously materialised in line with globalist indoctrination favouring an absence of spirituality (God). As described in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, the truth is very different. For instance, planets are created by loving energy fields and though Robert Morning Sky doesn’t specifically highlight the fact in “The Terra Papers, Book One”, Bek-Ti’s account of the creation of Tiamat implies it. Tiamat was formed as the ideal environment for life systems. Ironically, as all real planets are giant air-conditioning systems, only wayward life systems (such as modern humans) would live on the surface. Occupation is meant to be internal and the proponents for internal land systems (complete “with sun”) are as correct as correct can be. We can check out Earth surface natural air conditioning systems by observing the extraordinary African termite mounds. Their energetic superiors, the Zeta Grey Beings (remember ant/termite genus), built this planet and that is why they have a vested interest in all surface and internal life forms, of which man is the greatest pest, by far.

The form Zeta Grey Beings took to undertake the task would have been purely energetic (i.e. close to complete DNA strand activation) which would have been vastly superior to the DNA of the licensees of the crop circles. Remembering the earlier atom/cell relationship with the body analogy, one major solar flare from our sun would be far more destructive than if all nuclear weapons that ever existed were triggered in unison. A significant volcanic eruption can push more pollution into the atmosphere than centuries’ worth of affiliated industrial activity. A magnetic belch from a “so-called” black hole (explained in “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”) could absorb an entire galaxy within Nano-seconds. According to material science, these examples are all random and incongruous, but what if that wasn’t the case in truth? What if every single natural event happened for an energetic reason predetermined by holy stakeholders? If the same deified parties not only controlled the environment but also were the “higher-self” [light] bodies of [relative] cells called humans, perhaps the evolution of the Zeta Grey Beings as a “Borg” (shared minds) begins to make sense. When these individual cells became so finely tuned to each other, why would they need individual secrets? Wouldn’t a pooled mental resource be more productive? Of course man, the great peril on Earth would not dare comprehend it for that would deny the sovereignty that has been the basis for every single war that has been fought since time immemorial. What do you think would happen if our cells (beyond communication), in the spirit of autonomy, decided they were no longer going to be slaves of our bodies?

There were a number of points of confusion that came out of my discussions with Niki Reinert and others on Red Collie’s enlightening Facebook thread. Though it wasn’t phrased as such, I guess we were generally talking about how “God manifests” in so much as what is really behind the motives that have been personified by debate. In a sense, all other voices pointed to causal reasons. The creators of crop circles are our “friends” so they must be created by humans. Venusian Mantids are delicate and graceful because they represent peace and love. So, when I espouse hierarchical energy frequencies and cross manifestations highlighting a complex matrix that personifies impetus (the collective wishes of “God”), I am as popular as moss on the bathtub. Yet, the Annunaki do absorb entire universes or giant tracts of cosmic real estate. They are literally universal beings. We, relatively, as individuals, are akin to something smaller and less significant than atoms. Other subordinate, but related energies, might merely consume a solar system or a planet or specialist aspects of weather systems or two of a planet. Nothing, not a thing happens by accident, May well the globalists screech contradiction. May they profess atheistic randomness as “the answer”! Answer to what, is the question?

The creators of this planet, dear old Earth, were the Zeta Grey Beings who are the reincarnation of man prior to “Big Bang”. That is why they were entrusted to build the jewel of our galaxy and that is why they are the educators of man (in part via crop circle messaging). The Futczhi were created as homage to the union between Zetas and Draco and this union was blessed by God (Annunaki). It was the Zetas that disastrously tried to disconnect Earth’s electromagnetic field from our black sun with blessing from Draco angels (yes, they have them too!). They attempted this in order to decelerate the “negativisation” (new word, yay!) of man. It is a negativisation that points to fatal consequences and the complete collapse of harmony. Even the viperous Ciakar lower echelons know this. They know their heydays will blow up in their faces, but temptation is too great for the manipulative ones. Fortunately we are destined to shift to Tara and this will eliminate the problem with the sun. Humanity will become the new infants of a much bigger stage occupied by supremely more powerful beings. When we join their playground, standards and attitudes will be forced to change. Though they have a vested interest in our development as, ultimately, we are junior versions of them; we must be bound to accept we are not only mere mortals, but the grand politics of energy fields will always be beyond our comprehension and control.