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Reptilian-Sirian Equation Unlocks the key to Human Sexuality?

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Reptilian-Sirian Equation Unlocks the key to Human Sexuality?

Beyond those salacious, mainly “hard to believe” abduction reports that frequently ghost seedier regions of the internet, there is next to no information about alien sexual reproductive or recreational practices. In typical fashion, according to late Karla Turner, from time to time depraved reptilian “overlords” visit human realms, usually accompanied by mischievous “grey” assistants, merely to witness or engage in perverse acts with us. Related subject matter can’t help but involving minors of the youngest ages, presumably to give what would otherwise be considered “smut” extra sizzle. Understandably, hard evidence supporting hers and other far less stable allegations is non-existent. I have found no photographic, video or even astral residue authorities attesting proscribed theories, so believers’ beware. indeed, considering the scandalous nature of information tendered, it would be remiss of me not to question the whole efficacy of what I am expected to bow before. To be fair though, on the other hand, purposeless causes are rare indeed, so might there be something to what Karla and the many others have postulated? They say, “where there is the will there is the way”. So, taking the assumption that some sort of obsessive reptilian control conspiracy over man is real, if we are by some means able to ascertain plausibility surrounding associated assaults on deliberately selected human beings, we would nudge closer to hard truths that tempt to resolve these excessive speculations.

Accounts cultivating said reptilian adductions are far too voluminous for there not to be smoke without some fire. It is not as though tales are necessarily borrowed (in the footsteps of misleading Chinese whisper trails). Details largely come from independent sources, apparently unknown to the other. Decent percentages of abductees, in normal circumstances, would otherwise be skeptical over the whole alien culture genre. Even so, taking this into consideration, human sense of victimhood (sometimes drastically) distorts any true picture. If the truth was known, reptilians see all humans as potential intellectual real estate. In that regard, each “vessel” is cordially open for occupation. For some, journeys are disrespectful “joy rides” which see drivers hammering their vehicles to attain maximum personal gratification. When this is so, naturally the adopted body can willfully be used for vile sexual, sadistic or combinations of purposes. Reptilians love to consume energy exuding from dangerous situations out in the field. In which respect, topically, lust and violence are two of the most popular engagement commodities. However, not all body takeovers are selfishly malicious.

Hierarchically human is but one rung down their genetic ladder. So follows, some adventurers see abduction enterprises as something divinely commissioned. These specific causes desire responsible enlightenment, under unspecified terms applying perceived duty of care on victims. Here, entities will join bodies only with view to improving them; a forced, though mutual, partnership to proffer spiritual nirvana. From our sovereign perspective, quintessentially the main problem with this approach is instructors routinely make headlong attempts to “transform” their human quarry into their own image without permission. Matters are made depressingly worse, because for normal integrated human society, reptilian values simply don’t work. This may be due to the emphasised Sirian component of our DNA, which allows us access to higher realm white light spirituality (commonly “off limits” to reptilians. Note: they do have functional Sirian DNA in their own genetic makeup, but resources are not concentrated in mind space). Thus, for the purist, educational processes can equally as well degrade as improve human spirituality, notably when focusing on matters of conscience. Indeed, I have had direct experience of this with an ex-student who succumbed to her (birth “ordained”) parasite. While “under occupation”, no matter what I instructed her either computed or resonated. Rather, to her altered state of mind, the opposite of what I advised was always going to be instinctively true. Information offered was deemed a corrupting influence instead.  Subsequently, even after removing the parasite, due to passive historic residue “sewn” into her DNA, the student has not recovered sufficiently to return her former self up to now, which depresses me, though she has acknowledged that I’m “the greatest teacher she has ever followed”. Perhaps I will unravel the full sorry story in a future episode.

My own story isn’t the greatest either currently. Courtesy of a pungent act of fate, I was forced to relocate to one of the gravest “statistically” infected areas of Sydney (under license of bogus “COVID”). Reflective so-called lockdowns have attempted to ensure milling public populations are cordially muzzled. Though, as a conscientious dissenter, austerity measures haven’t applied to me, consequences are such that I have no workplace to visit until the pantomime ends. This means zero income for an indefinite period is the frightening outcome, leaving me back at “square one” or up a certain creek without a paddle (for those that have been following my personal saga). Thinking positively though, I do have plenty of “spare” time, a sturdy computer and unlimited internet. Possibilities may be endless, but I rather fancy promoting my live Skype sessions which, though come at an excessive price, are “extremely good value” (or so some past clients tell me), is my best option. So expect something unique coming from how I evaluate who or “what” you are and how that relates to your assured life purpose (and I assure you everyone has at least one of those). You can visit this link to investigate more on how to help me help you.

Copyright Tim Kaiser

But for now, continuing, of all the alien genre entity types, “Earth bound” reptilians are physically so similar to humans, in correct attire most would be able to mingle in with any “crowd” without obvious recognition. The main cosmetic anatomic difference, when cloudy comparison is made, can be found in the structural design of the foot, which, for them, best resembles the nomadic camel’s hoof. Also their skin regularly shows characteristic mottling. However, taking into account our abundance of stylish tattoos, such effects would easily be overlooked. Generally speaking, they are sleeker and more muscular looking than us. Facial features are distinctive, presenting ethnic qualities. Dramatic eyes bring transcendental effects to life, which noticeably lift facial features.  Of course, many will be aware of the wide range of reptilian types out there (only a percentage directly associated with Earth), but here, in this example, I single out the group (knowledge worthy call Sephardim) that once were “real” in our domains. As mystics, though they didn’t commonly integrate with human societies, our hardiest adventurers would enduringly travel to greet them, hoping to attract morsels of illicit wisdom otherwise unavailable via normal channels. Reptilians form extended families who adopt rather inflexible “cultural standpoints” on things in general, so, in their realms, when one is for the group, all are for the group. Failure to comply would be considered a great transgression, for those that fall wayside of the cultural trend tend to be deeply mistrusted and, as such, considered surrogate adversaries. Prior to her “conversion”, in my capacity of teacher, I was my student’s best friend. Subsequent to her oppressive transference (mesmerized by reptilian takeover), I instantly morphed into a despised agitator as if by magic.

Reptilian sexual anatomy corresponds well with human modelling, suggesting past inter-species reproduction is a plausible consideration. On that front I have speculated before that the human female’s distinct obsidian characteristics [compared against our males] are the evidential legacy of ancient inter-breeding. Notably, Biblical Genesis’ enigmatic “fall from grace” parable emphasizes woman feared the serpent only after God decreed it would permanently slither on its belly. (Implied through context here) prior perambulating serpents represent Sephardic overlords who governed human colonies and some of these were greatly admired (affirmed by aboriginal legends). Genesis textual analysis profoundly suggests women (in particular) found great affinity with them subsequent to the sanctioned punishment. Further quirky validation can be discovered inasmuch as reptilian males and females both “tick” to a similar beat to our females. This considered, stature and sexual “curves” roughly approximate qualities embroiled in human gender divides, though these are perhaps pronounced in different measure in reptilians. For instance, male sexual organs can be significantly larger than the human counterpart, hair free and blue in colour, but otherwise apparently the same. Interestingly, reptilian females have much more compact sexual openings. Breasts are less well-endowed failing to produce as much milk. Nevertheless, design-wise, they follow the same basic template as us.

Cultural habits are an area where we significantly branch. For instance, per Lyran royal tradition, a female may take on another female as permanent friend/confidante/lover for purposes that include recreational sex. She will also almost certainly have an alliance or marriage with a male, who would provide reproductive [and possibly recreational] sex. Organized polygamous relationships are generally not frowned upon within wider culture brackets (i.e. Lyran/reptilian and associated hybrids). Equally estranged, sexual “hang ups” are rather different to ours. In fact, their whole conceptualization shaping lust and reproductive desire hardy resembles anything humans would appreciate. First off, they divide up amorous behaviour into portions potentially satisfying up to four independently separate functions. In the same manner we might determine “opposites attract” equally as well as those that decree they are made for each other, they deliberately break lust into positive or negative functions. Negative motives would explore “fetishes”, aggressive penetration and rape domains to mention a few. Rape, ironically, is a common human female fantasy, albeit parentheses invariably involves the victim being “taken by surprise by a tall, dark stranger” rather than violently attacked. Reptilians highly rate specific energy frequencies generated by sexual situations and can feed off responses. They also regard sex as an important rite of passage, which, in accordance, methods are explored by spiritual guides and the education system.

So, to reiterate, reptilians define sexual behaviour in terms of four distinct categories. Accordingly, there are reproductive, recreational, spiritual and communicative sex variants.

Obviously, limits and boundaries further narrow down reflective etiquette refining each categorization, just as we might view an erotic smooch as an act of love in deference to the friendly granny kiss. Taking eroticism in isolation, they find skin on skin contact will stir enormous passion between participants. To which end responding interaction is effectively regarded as foreplay. Stretching this analogy a step further, skin on skin “the sexual act” might substitute for a deeper form of “communication” (something generally alien to human world view). Their society predominantly appends an unwritten rule that at interactive get-togethers erotic intercourse with the host will legitimize any needy guests’ peace of mind. Spiritually, various lurid of acts of perversion [usually] are used to stimulate “location and connection with God”. This style of sexual interaction is more about ensuring worshipers attain lofty enough energetic heights than satisfaction from experiences. Method and type of vehicle used to make the journey is regarded as perfunctory. Reproduction is split into two fundamental philosophies which boil down thusly. Desirous [or lustful] copulation is deemed no different or more beneficial than flaccid, but functional procreation [as such, presumed lust free]. Significantly defying human Puritan values, recreational sex is encouraged amongst the young whether “within the family” or accompanying strangers. However, close incest is probably frowned upon (demonstrable magnetic qualities compelling closely related couplings is one valid exception believed to celebrate “epochal” reincarnation). Potency is considered an elixir of maturity. So it is supposed, the more sexually potent the individual, the greater the natural maturity. Reptilians, generally speaking, do not insist on our obsessive intellectual development stages that punctuate “age responsibilities”. Most do spend decades devoting themselves to mastery of arts though.

Males under terms of marriage understandably can become jealously protective. Even so, females commonly enter into what we would call illicit extra-marital liaisons. Perhaps this is because erotic coupling is seen as the most effective method to generate or rebuild trust between estranged community members.  Sex, by the same token, can be used as a business negotiation tool as well. I should point out here that, from the reverse perspective, those that take a devotional spiritual path would unlikely engage in any illicit meetings; twilight or otherwise. Specific gatherings [which equate to orgies] arranged between God seeking devotees are cooperative means to achieving correct energetic environments sufficient for mutual passage. It should be highlighted here that the notion of togetherness is far more prominent in reptilian sexual coupling attitudes than ours. Travelling the spiritual path, though young wouldn’t usually be regarded as grounded enough to resonate with enlightenment, as I mentioned before, early sexual accountability is encouraged as a wider developmental tool, so corresponding involvement at these specialist events is not unheard of. Said young females (in particular) tend to circulate around mature aged men and women for inspiration, whereas immature males (less inclined to fraternize with the opposite sex) would more regularly experiment amongst themselves. For reptilians, etiquette casting proper (or appropriate) sexual communication is universally revered. Indeed, those that break rank risk relational frictions brewing up to violent attack. Serial offenders have been made outcasts of civilized society.

Humans may well instinctively believe in sovereignty (though most wouldn’t recognise true liberty even if they tripped over it), but for reptilians, in this respect, society functions differently. The group is considered “culmination of all” and, therefore, it goes without saying that group will is so highly valued it may as well represent applicable divinity. Loosely speaking, laws prepared for society are well trusted because they are designed to optimize communal functionality. Almost the opposite, our laws are fabricated from loaded rhetoric and this consequentially obfuscates popular cohesiveness in preference towards specific agendas commonly devoted to benefiting the select few, which also identifies the main difference between human and reptilian systems of justice. Their reforms go way beyond social equality. They have found that gifted, ably educated offspring are the key to prominent flourishing society. Correspondingly, it is no surprise that families will go to extraordinary lengths to refine a presumed “perfect” procreative genetic match. A form of caste system operates, almost exclusively. Insomuch marriages sometimes will find conflicts separating sexual desire from reproductive determination, which explains why their peoples are largely so tolerant towards extra-marital relations and lustful licentiousness. Reptilians are happy to be guided. For them there are appropriate ways and inappropriate ways. Was a mother or daughter to prostitute herself to serve a desired genetic path, the sacrifice would be deemed entirely appropriate, perhaps even philosophically “necessary”. Across society there is an overall belief that individuals must learn from garnered experiences.

Whereas great leniency is given to “law breaking” youngsters, what we might revile as abusive rituals are considered [by their communities] to be part and parcel of essential learning curricula.

Indeed, once maturity is reached, rite of passage doesn’t end. Similar to competitive chess players, they see their lives before them like board moves and can predict/prepare many steps in advance (such as the damage sewn into my ex-student’s DNA). On one hand, we should accept the overall observation casting reptilians as extraordinarily obsessive (when compared to humans) which explains why those adopting “prim and proper” lives observe prescribed standards religiously (i.e. using denial and ignorance as rudders to selectively steer a desired life path). Yet it would be remiss of me not to highlight a massive associated contradiction here. Reptilians have no sense of honour (as we know it). Whilst their laws are zealously coveted, individual contracts between associates are considered to merely present “guidelines”, so, in effect, these are barely worth the paper they are drafted on so to speak. Guidelines are that flexible, participative interpretations can completely disintegrate original ethos supporting agreements. Any humans “in contract” with reptilians should take note of this and would do well to be exceptionally cautious about their relationship status. Nevertheless, at the bargaining table, if a chitahuri (individual lifeforce acting as spiritual ambassador for the God “Hu”) wants something (badly enough) he or she may well go to any lengths to obtain it. The classic oriental tale surrounding Aladdin’s genie in the lamp affectionately affirms the tradition. Confined to prison, the subject willful spirit promised to commute “any wish” into reality three times over without restriction such was his determination to return to freedom. Far lesser ambitions have been known to demand a far more exacting toll on the needy. To some degree this impacts that potency “pecking order” I discussed earlier. Ones with perceivably less to offer have to negotiate much harder for participative sex.

I think that adequately conveys the reptilian side of analysis, for now. So what of the Sirian equation? Well, atypical beliefs attempting to reconstruct what their community identities would have looked like could not be further adrift from the reptilian model. Before I divulge details on true cultural infrastructures, a background on Sirian genetic evolution is fairly vital to gain clear appreciation. According to some speculative theorists, related Anunaki “arrived” from nowhere preceding Big Bang around thirteen billion years ago. This group consisted of unique expressive statements which, though non-manifest, were each blessed with the ability of being able to form into anything they desired (though reality was limited to within ranges of their dimensional frequency bandwidth). Four billion years of evolutionary development somehow forged a split that separated all the different parts into two distinct groups. The drivers behind the contest are now remembered as Sirians (presumed to have originated from the Sirius star system), but they were called something else before. Pertinently, they have adopted many different naming identities over the eons, though for our current exercise, information is relatively unimportant. One prominent title that does spring to mind is “Catudans”. So, what is critical here is to acknowledge that the Sirian genus devalued six times from cataclysmic downgrades administered by the “almighty”. This is vital to understand when desirous to come to terms with authentic character assessment of the Catudans. I say such because, perhaps, at times, descending Sirians are unfairly “revered” by determinedly forgetful people. Poignantly, it could be argued that of all creeds and cultures, they (by cosmic reputation) have proven to cause the biggest black mark standing against independently progressive, sovereignly existential life systems.

According to varied legends [emphasized in biblical Genesis], the Anunaki divided into those that adopted the hallowed face of God from others who stayed true to classical obsidian form. Traditionally speaking, original Anunaki have mostly been portrayed as grotesque octopi with extended slippery tentacles. These notably emphasise serpentine qualities which expand a separate legacy under the dragons, of course. Topically, my favourite relatively contemporary illustration is Victorian Reverend H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu, which I and others regularly refer to in reference. According to Biblical Genesis, the upgraded face of God later became synonymous with our own human image. Following the split from the wider Anunaki group, the new genus splinter, though still non-manifest, was bestowed with extraordinary power over existence and perhaps this is what inspired Genesis megalomania (implying human is God). According to related (Vedic) Scripture, our Gods preceded a reputation for wielding uncompromising haughtiness towards subordinates, enough to cause great angst against perceived lesser mortals. So, in that regard, the Anunaki split was undeniably destined, rather than simply the culmination of progressive steps which may or may not have forced radical separation. Catudan lack of diplomatic accord was so acute, attitudes did not improve to safeguard “shared” independence. Far from it. In effect their destiny was to see them morph into pious war lords; self-proclaimed pillars of endowed authority. Nevertheless, with no formal base, roots or even any territory of their own, a precarious collision course lay ahead. Their options progressing forward were logically stark. They could establish foundations supporting a territorial home either by means of plunder or negotiation.

Now, as those in the know know, history is clear about decisions made to resolve this matter. They chose the soft path of cohabitation with favourably amenable territory owners. Prediction assured, following contractual ratification, goodwill unfortunately eroded as quickly as it was prepared. Our vexatious Catudans almost immediately fell out with their flagrantly cosmopolitan hosts. Compounding ramifications from discord inevitably wound up in catastrophe, depressingly setting standards for future escapades. Track record was such that, after they initially polluted an entire galaxy, guaranteeing the exodus of all intelligent life, a robust star system was casually destroyed. Such was the fanatical hatred. Subsequent spiteful attacks that pulverized two more planets did come at a hefty price to the devil’s creed. Their uncontrollably unfair destructive behaviour caused cosmic backlash so vast, genetic downgrades were suitably significant to render the ancestors “keys” to creative existence nulled. Steps against them did not incur total impotence, because partial legacy was left intact; very much evidenced in contemporary Sirian culture. Modern day peoples are still given insight that grants them unrestricted access to the Tamarian (an inter-permeable membrane separating existence from bliss more commonly known as the Quantum Layer). Use of the energy field is currently limited to influence over atomic values. The creed is not permitted to vent acts of cataclysmic destruction any more (and had to draft reptilian technologists to assist with the botched shattering attack of moon Falla). It would seem these circumventive measures, such as outsourcing reptilian weaponry experts to their great Atlantis mega city (crushed by Falla), are the best evidence supporting truth. Sirians, of course, ironically presided over Atlantis spiritual governance, which was administered through a messianic agenda below Pleidian mer beings.

All this considered, Sirian intellect is still legendary; a fact partially affirmed by our magnificent cerebral cortex (a version of Sirian brain).

Copyright Tim Kaiser

In terms of effects, it should be emphasized that whereas reptilians draw inspiration from mood of the moment, Sirians almost exclusive gravitate around thought power. The natural conflict between these two senses of reasoning aptly relates to evolutionary human development, notably in terms of our, dare I say, mind fork. Insomuch the reptilian part of our brain (limbic system) makes snap decisions (sensationalized as fight or flight) whereas cerebral access to logic centres permits us to pontificate indefinitely over emerging life choices. Sirians, in this regard, should be remembered as master debaters; fodder of real political stock, so it is no wonder they considered themselves [pretty much exclusively] worthy of counselling over affairs of the Gods. Sadly, corrupt whim pertaining to legacy values has seen knowingly devious human authorities oversimplify considerations that used to determine what is. Past laws evidencing Sirian qualities which elevate genius (whilst aided by interpretative precision) are all but forgotten. Personally blessed with Sirian at my core, my early attempts at journalism left me dissatisfied and disillusioned. I felt my presentations were routinely full of holes, so slowly but surely articles have increased in size by anything up to fifteen thousand words per item currently. It is probably that “old stickler” attitude that caused so many relations troubles embroiled in their ancestors’ attempts at cohabitation. By reputation, I am sometimes referred to as “Mr. tough love” because my messages can be uncompromising in their dedication to truth. Clearly, I too am bestowed with those turbulent ancestral hallmarks.

Atlantis libraries of archived information collected from cosmic record were once considered the greatest “physical” source in the known universe (whilst thriving community metropoles existed). Atlantis had been historically transferred to Earth following a deal brokered with Lemurian protectorate kings. Under such auspices, Sirians were formally given Earth’s entire Northern Hemisphere (as it is known today) to relocate settlements (a consequence of catastrophe on Mars). Included in the consignment count were significant numbers of human refugees, descendants of those “rescued” just prior to a massive intergalactic conflict over Earth from around 120,000BC onwards, which later became known as the “18,000 years’ war”. Atlantis (forming “open” rural communities and “closed” civilizations protected by guarded city “towers”, such as Babel) had a two tier governance system. Grass roots’ order was negotiated bottom up through plebiscite councils that rotated political decision making authority. Virgin conceptualization of ancient Greek democracy conceivably demonstrates echoes of the earlier model. Cosmic script depicts grass roots’ order as an inverted equilateral triangle (its raised base symbolizes “the people”). In conjunction, another political bureaucracy was superimposed. Arguably continued as Babylonian and (later) Israelite scriptural governance, what passed for “the Law” had been partially based on rudiments devised by priestly Sirian clerics. Cosmic symbolism of top down order is represented by the unassuming upright equilateral triangle.

It goes without saying, when both triangles are superimposed complete authority is conveyed. Israel’s Star of David is a badge that preserves (and perhaps imortalises) the earlier governance period because it (some would contest) mockingly attempts to plagiarise Atlantean symbiosis.

There are significant differences separating Israelite and Atlantean legal attitudes. Most acutely, compared against Israelite relative austerity, Atlantis “laws” were offered only as flexible guidelines, which is not to say punishments for judge worthy offences were any less harsh. Quite the reverse was so as punitive measures against offenders located in citadels either imposed death or banishment options. Even so judgement very much relied on contextual culpability in deference to the Israelite “bell, book and candle” legacy that anchors Globalism’s modern day bureaucratic distortion geared to enslaving (or culling) culpable masses. Atlantis governing philosophy principally gravitated around Prime Law, which obliges the solitary commandment “thou shalt not oppress” [or words to the effect]. In that regard, I determine biblical rhetoric preparing for ethical sexual governance of the human “group” is a grave corruption of said Sirian wisdom. If I might be so bold to suggest one stark example; licentiousness is only ever irresponsible when it either betrays voiced expectations that define rules underlying existing loving relationships. To force inconvenience on those that are neither willing nor prepared to capitulate with law makers for spite’s sake is simply unjust. Atlantis citadel rules were fairly arbitrated, but punishment for judged infractions may seem extreme or possibly inhumane to present day people. The two choices (death or banishment) were both tragic. Executed were guaranteed ended lives. Banished would likely never see family or loved ones again. Yet, in the spirit of conscience, banishment was the normal result for convicts considered worthy of rehabilitation, while, short of extraordinary circumstances, it was never made possible for “outcasts” to renegotiate return to civilization.

Given their alien-ness, understandably, conventional Sirian sense of sexual accountability might seem odd to the average human. Insomuch, unlike reptilians (and us), they do not have capacity for lust. Sirians are also not uniform. There are three essential sexual body types. Taking all varieties into consideration, from the celestial perspective, those considered the purist have no genitalia at all. The remainder are divided into people bestowed with functional organs leaving the rest displaying body parts that are only symbolic representations of genitalia (males appear to lack testicles, or equivalent). Perhaps ancestors of these “mules apparent” had working parts, but, some way along the ascension path, equipment was no longer required for purposes of procreation (or sensual recreation). Because all Sirians are unable to behave lustfully (i.e. whilst finding sex pleasurable, lacking sex drive as we know it), neither can they appreciate the significance (less any satisfaction gained from) of fetishes or perversions. This is an essential point, because it explains why so much venom was directed at unnatural behaviours by early religions (modelling dogma on distorted Atlantis formulas). Sirians view sex as an expression of love or, better still, sex can be used as a vehicle to extend loving expressions. In this respect, there would be no limit to quantitative liaisons between people. By their standards sex is a tool that might be engaged in to strengthen relationship either between individuals or up to entire groups of merrymakers. Reptilian culture, I believe, has modelled its versions of “orgies” on Sirian best practices. Equally, Zeta grey beings have an akin strategy which involves collectives integrating brain waves to simulate enormous mutual pleasure (activities for which “all ages” can participate). Though “abductee” Suzy Hanson only makes “hints” in her book “Dual Soul Connection”, associated text implies experiences are as beneficial as erotic play.

In our domains, there have been strange science experiments designed to test whether [human] women are able to reach orgasm without any physical stimulation. These did yield positive results. Guinea pigs requisitioned unequivocally demonstrated that mundane intercourse or masturbation was not necessary to cultivate spontaneous orgasmic climax. Subjects each went through a brain (mind) scans regime. This, I would speculate, is potential evidence of latent Sirian nature embedded in our DNA (magnified in mindscape). A colleague of mine informed me recently of his girlfriend’s phantom pregnancy. In response, I quizzed, “How can you not be sure it isn’t real?” Whereas Sirians may engage in physical coupling, higher echelons achieve reproduction by means of mind alone. Others employ a combination of physical and metaphysical. Of course, those without genitalia have no other option but to channel willpower. It is here where things start to become really intriguing. Per our physiological standards, pragmatism may well persuade sexual reproduction is impossible without body functionality. However, this is not necessarily so for other entity groups, notably including Sirians and Zeta grey beings. My best example of active phenomena in human terms is embroiled in belief systems confirming the immaculate birth of Jesus Christ. Superstition maybe, but turning a blind eye to presumptive logic for a moment, could reproduction truly be possible by alternative means to the mundane?

Naturally, according to precedents established by materialist sciences, most scholars assure birth stories (which were “added” by copyrighting clerics at later dates, per classical Gnostic Problem interpretations) found in biblical New Testament legacy were “metaphorical” in character. Jesus did manage to “match” John the Baptist’s own immaculate (lust free) birth, be it under different format, so these “sane” political/allegorical form criticisms are undeniably compelling. Nevertheless, with our upgraded, enigmatic knowledge about Sirian anatomic dysfunctionality, might the same biblical texts have referred to something very adrift of normal (even if presentations were symbolic)? Might texts lay foundations for subliminal dialogue determining that Jesus was an “alien”, though produced from a fully functional human mother’s natural birth cycle? Sirians are able to embed the sense of copulation and reproduction in mind space sufficiently to emulate physical processes. Conception, per this metamorphosis, delivers energy bubbles (each potentially mimicking the womb) that “harden” (i.e, calibrating with to become physically). Venusian Sirian Valiant Thor (who infamously visited Eisenhower’s Whitehouse) conspicuously had no belly button. Development cycles are extraordinarily rapid compared to nature’s evolution. So much so, pure birth Sirians are born “adult”. Accounts surrounding Jesus are not isolated. Other resembling tales feature infant babies that appear to have been produced as crossbreeds from encounters using both human male and female stock.

Not every example of Sirian erotic interaction with humans is particularly generous. Lebanese-Australian Peter Khourey graphically claims he was left scarred after retrieving details of his experiences under hypnotic regression. Evidence found in another chronicle, that of an notorious Brazilian abductee (so much so, his name escapes me!) described a 1950’s period interaction in positive terms though. Accordingly, after intercourse with a beautiful alien woman of human appearance, her belly became translucent so he might witness the foetus growing inside her. Full gestation to birthing took only a matter of hours. When a Sirian female hosts a child, pregnancy and infant to adult development cycles are routinely supernatural, normally run over a few days. This suggests the Brazilian lawyer’s (was his name Vargas?) experience is a parallel. Another sensational report (my memory fails to specifically cite) features an infant who was miraculously quick to learn and grow, morphing into full adulthood within less than a week after conception. Reviewing the authentic Sirian experience as benchmark, refinement of individual motor skills, environmental knowledge, cultural identity still takes “as long as it takes” whether the journey begins at sub-infant or adult stage. Under oath, reptilian (human) abductees have more than occasionally talked of being transferred to “power” previously inanimate twin clones. Per their experiences, post transference, even basic actions such as walking had to be relearnt and essentially remastered.

If one could highlight how particular separators that partition sexual libidos of half-Sirian reptilians and Sirians formulate, enlightened would determine the latter firmly favour falling in love, whereas the others prefer to craft destined partnerships.

Indeed, configuration of our archaic caste system legacy (which many modern day humans consider as terminally unfair) is aptly based on reptilian organized political ideology. All their marriages are prearranged, because they do not fall in love in the same manner as humans do. They cultivate meaningful life partnerships that grow into blossoming love instead. Though cargo (i.e. offspring) may well have facilitated the initial functional purpose, reactions develop into a binding force that perpetuates romantic attachment. With respect to this, best pairing to produce marked intellectual, prodigal and hierarchical qualities in progeny is obsessively desired. Therefore, marriage partnerships traditionally dismiss satisfaction towards particular body types or glamorous facial appearance as “important”. In lieu of the natural body, reptilians have an additional advantage of being able to select a “better suited” purpose made (cloned) anatomy once reaching (their equivalent of) puberty. So if a male wanted to emulate the physique of Elvis Presley, it would be possible. Per reptilian ideology marriage is an apex of devotion, whereas [by comparison] lustful engagements merely compel the pursuit of (potentially frivolous) fun. Interestingly, because they suffer from bouts of terminal jealousy, somewhat contradicting my earlier sentiment, extra-marital relations often have to be conducted extremely discretely.

The conflict of interest (i.e. between lustful and loving commitments) is no less apparent in human nature, because of our own extended reptilian heritage. Moreover, we are blessed with the added (dare I say?) disadvantageous complication of Sirian vestige in our DNA. Explicitly, in this regard, we need to fall in love to be satisfied sufficiently to respectfully accord long term sexual fidelity. Therefore, in our case, “perfect” reflective agreements might include aspects of analogous compatibility, gravitation towards intimate magnetic passion and genuine affection for each other. This is how that reptilian and Sirian combination [in varied measure] has sown the seeds providing for human manifest sexuality. Nevertheless, it is hard to come to terms with the fact that those essentially beneficial lust worthy love ingredients perpetuating our libidos herald from one party that is unable to lust and another unable to love (in our sense of the experience). Whilst practices are deeply criticized by modern religious clerics, it is further ironical that ancient “wanton” rites devoted to attaining divine oneness is the utopian collective “harmonization of potency” per reptilian, Sirian and human physiology. In other words, we all three can appreciate and attain fulfilment through symbiotic ritual, whereas (at this elevated state), returning to God, none of us can remain independent of the sexual other.

Copyright Tim Kaiser

Though reptilians don’t “fall in love” per se, their cultural messaging is squarely behind our (to take two common examples) cupid and love heart symbolism. They can “fall in lust” when hierarchical politics doesn’t decide otherwise. Consequentially, human relationships that are based on infatuation (as is so often the case) loosely copy this model. The other preferred option for humans is normally coined “instant attraction” (that whole twin flame liturgy is a paraphrase) which amply demonstrates a reverse side (Sirian influence) of our character. Attraction can be based on anything but lust per philology defining “true love” relationships, though here lies what appears to be a giant paradox in terms. Whilst lust may well draw reptilians together, there are many hurdles to overcome for heat of passion to reach heights lofty enough to justify marriage. All partnerships follow strict matching protocols, usually stipulated and driven by in-laws. Part and parcel of human relationships configured to satisfy lustful ambition, invariably essential [partnership] compatibilities are casually overlooked on the grounds that “things will work themselves out” over time (and why possibly so many marriages end on the rocks in divorce). However, when specifically following the Sirian twin flame model, couples will regularly go to extraordinary lengths to assure there is a genuine match to ever familiar inconsistent recourse. Excessive over thinking proves as effective as throwing caution to the wind as far as enduring relationships are concerned. Both approaches are almost dead set certain to fail. It seems the best, most surefire method applied to marital longevity is a healthy balance of carrot and stick, or, to use the vernacular…push, but not that hard.

In human, reptilian/Sirian heritage plays out in topsy-turvy fashion when compared “as is” with relevant sources. Not only via failed marriages, but the precarious “balance” may explain the transitory nature of all our relationships. How many friendships last a lifetime? And when they do, is this because one, other or both parties compromise attitudes to preserve affairs? Using myself as the proverbial test subject here, of all the supposed friendships I have had, the only ones that have endured, not forsaken by time, is when communications are irregular and mostly from a distance. Every other once strong alliance of mine has broken down for one reason or another. Here is where we significantly branch away from our genetic seniors. Sirians and reptilians, for differing reasons, will go to any length to reinforce bridges. Both forces carefully circumnavigate “communal view”, so individuals, as “tribe” associates, would, short of an earthquake of malcontent, never ruffle kindred foundations because they know this would destroy concordance. To them, once their palaces of togetherness crumble beyond recognisable repair, they cease to function. Malcontented and contented (within each group) are equally marginalized as a consequence. Thus, their friendships are much more enlightened and genuinely tuned to communal responsibility than ours. Along these lines, Sirians, for instance, create mutually combined energy fields that persist lifelong.

Reptilians so heavily cherish their support networks; they make unprecedented efforts to ensure ties are everlasting. Their value added friendships must morph into wider socio-political unions as par for the course. Unsurprisingly, breakdowns of “order” can promulgate unyielding, violent wars that have devastating impact on societies. There are numbers of key components that establish spiritual heritage in the human genetic makeup. Aside from reptilian/Sirian, varied influences are open to discovery. These include Zeta, dragon, Pteroid, Lyran (fully alien to Earth) and perhaps even Mantis (via Zeta lineages). Then we have innumerable sub-sets, such as various agencies, which include Andromedans, Pajerians, Lemurians, Lumerians and other erstwhile unknown types. Naturally, with this knowledge, we can see why destiny complexity casts a shroud over all aspects of human character. Here sex is not like proverbially “riding a bicycle”. Nor do we, as spiritual beings, aptly compare with the birds and the bees. Our sexuality is a fountain that justifiably permits potent existence. So it should not be messed with, even though it invariable is. Potency, under administration of the base chakra, equates to life. Ancient wisdom knew depletion of the base chakra would eventually herald death and, insomuch, it is probably the most vital of all celestial chakra points. Reptilians and Sirians undergo extremely effective energetic recalibration regimes (mistaken for yoga) that boost all critical vortices, but of greatest focus is the one that anchors life force (which adds a further clue as to why Sirians retain impotent genitalia). Considering human heritage in this context, we too can access this life extending resource. All we require is memory to tune harmonic relativity to make necessary adjustments.

Ken Bakeman – An End of an Era

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Ken Bakeman – An End of an Era

Late January, from his lonely hospital bed, Ken Bakeman exited this Earth to reunite with his higher self. According to staffers (who perhaps did not directly witness the passing), he died peaceably in his sleep. At that moment the World instantly lost a prestigious “posthumous” talent; possibly the only human that intrinsically appreciated untainted reptilian culture. Please note: this blog has an extremely limited readership, so the only way this news can travel to those that need to read it is with your help. Kindly promote this article as widely as you are able so everyone might receive closure.

Sometime after his “disappearance” in 2013, Ken did forge a direct connection with me. Some of our brief communications were frustrated. It was unlikely two passionate industry titans would be able to connect without friction long term, but I have always had enormous respect for prodigy’s legacy. He embraced his talent and made it his own. He was true to himself and his wider culture.

Though that sense of perspective was resolutely human, an empathy towards larger reptilian politics was also amply conveyed. The comprehension earned him introductions to numerous alien worlds; many expressing delicate nuances that reflect the so many obsidian gene path divides. He knew Draco mindset as well as or better than anyone. And, of course, any entity type integrated with expanded reptilian networks became supplementary focal points as well. Many devotees, though, possibly best recognise Ken for his trademark vivid artistic depictions of the strange creatures he saw. These bring a charm to the legacy that made him who he was.

Ken Bakeman 1955-2021 May You Rest in Peace

Given the enormous tragedy associated with the recent passing, posterity meekly demands a resurrection of sorts. Many visitors have been drawn to this website in their committed search of an active Ken. Few of you, if any, know the heartening story that captures Ken “the human being”. Therefore, it is high time for that shortfall to be redeemed. Thus, forthwith is a succinct, engaging history of the real man behind the myths. A family friend Robert R. Sickles has kindly sponsored much information that begins with our focus on an impressionable 17-year-old back in 1972.

Confined to a shed in his mother’s back yard, young Ken put all his heart and inspiration into building an authentic harpsicord. Clearly, as a project, it was too grand for a garden shed or Ken alone. So fortune permitted local enthusiast, Jack Peters, would offer his professional Seattle located workshop for construction. Already now partnering with Robert, Ken embraced the opportunity with open arms. Educative learning curves proved so productive, our invincible team decided to embark on a career devoted to the creation of antique musical instruments. Moving to another beautiful workshop within striking distance of Seattle, Ken and Robert entered into full business partnership and this endured for several years. The upshot of the venture ended up harvesting good numbers of keyboard models of exquisite quality, some of which currently reside in or have travelled to music schools, concert stages (such as with Canada’s Luchkow-James duo) and salubrious private homes. Included were numbers of harpsichords and fortepianos (forerunners to the modern pianoforte). Age-sensitive performances of Rococo and Classical masterpieces of prestigious performers of the ilk of Mozart, Haydn and Clementi (including Kenneth Gilbert of the University of British Columbia’s memorable French Baroque concert recital) regularly became the talk of the town.

Four years into this journey, in 1976 Ken became impressed by a literary work of Jane Roberts, titled “Channeling of Seth”. At this juncture he was still living with Robert at a property close to their workshop. Sufficiently energized by Ken’s enthusiasm, both began experimenting with a Ouija board. Efforts did yield some encouraging results along the lines of automatic writing and effects designed to sharpen latent extrasensory abilities. Nevertheless, it was Ken who became more deeply moved by experiences. Still a young man in his early 20’s with an open life full of hope, it soon became apparent he could not be contained by mediocrity. Regularly breaking free of the workshop in clemency of his “moody restlessness” swings, he would take off on long road trips. These moments never tested the character of the relationship with his business partner, so Ken commonly felt compelled to reveal what he had experienced. Robert recalled him being away for a particularly lengthy excursion, but, upon that home return, the genius became very excited by plans he had drawn up for a new pipeline mega-project.

Humble sheets of parchment would be the entrancing revelation, for bursting from each blank void were detailed, illuminating diagrams pertaining to floorplans of strange holy monuments, temples, pyramids, cathedrals and cumbersome megalithic relics. This feast of vision aptly celebrated Ken’s extraordinary perspective. Everything he had sketched was somehow made “to scale”, but there was more to it than that. Ken had been able to decode structural and mystical similarities “collectivizing” the almighty group. Old stones had morphed into something that was truly divine. Embedded messages and esoteric truths lost to distant times were instantly retrieved to their former glory by this simple act of vision.

Unfortunately, unbridled obsessive mania would come at a hefty price. The maestro’s many trips away had caused a considerable backlog of unfinished business to suffocate workflow. Robert became increasingly concerned as to how this could be facilitated, but power of his respect for his business partner could not let him disrupt spiritual evocation. As a consequence, the workshop eventually became overloaded with Ken’s graphic outpourings. Many of these rough designs had strange, scratched notes attached to them. Of course, ultimately, it was no way to run a busy business. Orders were banked up to the gunnels with no one to fulfil them, instruments out in the field needed repairs and tuning. It was too much for one person, so Robert courageously determined to close the business and turn his attentions elsewhere.

Ken being Ken continued on his “spirit quests” (or walkabouts as Robert called them). Now well into his 20’s, our hero began contemplating possibilities for alien visitations, though he had been interacting ever since his childhood years. Doubtlessly, as Robert emphasizes, he would have been to some degree influenced by von Damiken’s explosive commentary and other pioneers too. What was clear is reptilian intervention considerations naturally flowed in with those prior wider studies as if it was a natural evolution. All this was of course long before Ken’s personal experiences with aliens came to light publically.

Moving swiftly forward to the 1980’s, onset of his baptismal maturity (age 30) drew him towards a bizarre solo “My Pet Slug” business venture that so amply fulfilled his character, it must have been cosmically blessed. The cabinet/musical instrument workshop had now been galvanized to progress a wider consuming purpose. Almost overnight, with a whirl of intensity, it had been transformed into a crowded factory whose many employees specialized in crafting replica snakes, snails, slugs, dragonflies and spiders from painted, lacquered wood. Widely popular in gift shops right across the country, the best seller was something Ken called the “Mug Slug”. Per his natty conceptualization, a grotesque Gastropoda in all its oozing gooeyness, attached by a hook, would cling to the rim of any selected teacup. Horrified onlookers would be teased into believing in consumption of the unthinkable. It is an example that aptly highlights the brilliance of Ken’s mind.

Indeed, on the business front, subsequently, things would take a turn for the better. A Japanese entrepreneurial tycoon seeking American artistic talent discovered My Pet Slug and quickly expressed an interest in becoming involved with the business financially. Before too long, operations were moved to a swanky new purpose selected factory. Product ranges expanded significantly to include more mundane household items, such as trivets and soap dishes, which were lovingly carved from best grade cedar by numerous employees. Ken had his own sumptuous office that came with a plush, oversized swivel chair sat behind a grand desk. Even so, when Robert visited the premises some time later, output had dwindled to such an extent, it was a shadow of its former glory. He wasn’t sure whether financiers had radically scaled back or Ken’s possible boredom had deliberately sabotaged production output so as to guarantee foreclosure and an exit to a new adventure. Whatever the reasons, the venture did ultimately fold.

Many years later, it wasn’t until 2008 that Ken would resurface. Without funds and a home (due to foreclosure on his landlord’s property), Robert and his wife provided the maestro room and board for a few months to help him back on his feet. Each day, apparently, he would leave for his job (as carpenter in home construction) with his building crew (who by all accounts were not, sadly, in his head space), returning dusty and sore, just in time for evening tea. But the hard work paid dividends in savings which would eventually cover the expenses needed to move to more permanent housing. The interim period with Robert’s family was to provide opportunity for numerous intellectual exchanges and educated debates. It was at one of these discourses the hosts learned of Ken’s lavish plans to launch a new book simply titled “The Verges”; a collective accumulation of tales forming his twilight story. There is something else that happened in respect to Robert’s heartwarming intervention. Karmic effects and Laws of Attraction tend to promote positive reactions to goodwill. In line, our noble hosts decided they desired to sell up and relocate to hazy Olympia while Ken was living with them. Fate ensured for a provider, with our maestro doing everything in his power to assist with repair and cleanup of the vacating property. More still, he vocally enthused that the whole operation went “far deeper”. His final comments assured the relocation transition was a purposeful “spiritual cleansing”.

Image by Ken Bakeman fan Niki Zen

Drifted apart, light communications between the former business partners ensued for a further five years (taking this account to 2013) and then….“nothing”. Of course it is at this point when Ken’s many fans reminisce over his disappearance. They saw his websites had remained unchanged, dormant and there were no other visible outward expressions to surface anywhere. The void persisted until he connected with me directly at this blog in 2017. I can but speculate what happened to Ken (from early 2014) after those close to him were content he had found an enjoyable job at a garden/hardware store. At about the time of his disappearance, he may have entered into a passionate relationship with a female and made many mistakes along that course (considering his spiritual integrity) in abject pursuit of pleasure. Conjecture maybe, but someone visited my blog a few years ago who seemed to imply he was responsible for a bitter, spiteful “break up” which resulted in all trust lost. Additionally, to Robert’s horror, it transpired Ken had become dependent on alcohol and prescription medication to battle demons associated with his “incessant river of psychic experiences”. I wonder whether, in fact, if Ken’s were additionally the karmic response to my hypothesis (fallout from a prior toxic relationship), they might have been in part fueled by drugs and alcohol? Maybe I’m very wrong here and perhaps we will never know the truth to this. What is certain is he is a greatly missed talent. If only he could have learned to modulate or channel his psychic ability, maybe using it to help others.

There is more to add to the beginning of this story. In his early life, Ken demonstrated unprecedented prodigy. Similar to my circumstances, his family saw that as the eminent sign to drive him in the direction of particularly toxic career paths. In my case, I was “designated” to become a chartered accountant, so, instead, I went to university to study art and music. In line, friends of the maestro reminisce about his abusive upbringing, though, according to family members (such as his sister, Kathy), he was dearly loved; a love that possibly wasn’t understood. Perhaps Ken’s acute sensitivity affected his judgement on such matters, but clearly he was the proverbial black sheep. From his drawings and accounts of his experiences, an undeniable supersensory appreciation of perspective can be garnered from all his projects. Erstwhile unknown entities were literally “resurrected”, even when illustrations and accompanying notes were figurative. Ken found the happy knack of capturing the essences and this why so many will be saddened by the news of his passing at age 65. So I make one final plea to those of influence. Please spread this news as far and widely as you are able to,

Accounts of his acceptance of transferences, such as depression vented by a cashier (he aptly termed her jagged energy) and crushing psychic pain of a man queued behind him in a grocery store in effect paved the way for his unhealthy demise. Suffice to say, in those final few years, he had become unfit for work, consequentially homeless and fully under the grip of his medications for “bipolar disorder”. Even so, according to reports, courtesy of social services, his presence at the homeless shelter did bring joy and spiritual solace to fellow vagrants. He had always been lovable, gentle and polite, feeling inclined to hold back his ability in order to skate circles around the minds of others. In fact, right up until the bitter end, he continued with his re-edit of The Verges. But then the grim reaper called. At some juncture in January this year or, perhaps, a little prior, he was terminally admitted to a Seattle hospital. Succumbing to chronic infection and organ failure, on 30th January 2021, in typical Ken fashion, he passed from this Earth with no one by his side. This was not for want of friends or admirers. It was the way Ken was. And due the foul current pandemic of ignorance, there is no funeral or memorial service planned. So it is left to me to preserve the legacy; a task I feel honoured to have conducted.

To conclude I would like to insert some private correspondences between me and Ken in February 2017:

Hello Steve,

I wasn’t chuckling or grimacing at what you have written because I think it’s interesting, given in your own unique style which I enjoy, otherwise I wouldn’t have  bothered to contact you.  Not sure, but I might have more than one “energy signature” because I’m a multiple soul placed into a single body.  I’m “me” but also — among others — Schroeder von Mies (a child born in Minsk, stolen by Nazis and trained in a Lebensborn school in Poland or Germany and then adopted by Dutch parents) and also Antonio Zimmelli (from Brecia, Italy).  Both are connected with Nazi Germany.  Lots more to explain here.

I can relate to the “big ideas vs. giving up” feeling.  So I sometimes take a break and attempt to be ‘normal’ in the meantime but eventually continue on with writing and illustrating my experiences as best as possible.

You may contact me to ask questions but I only talk about my own limited set of experiences and try to steer away from theories and conjecture.  By no means do I have ‘all the answers’ but maybe my reports can help fill in some details.  Who knows?

For now please keep my conversation with you simplified to say that I contacted you to say that I am alive and well.  After I read your new article perhaps we can discuss things in more detail.

BTW the juvenile dinosaur had some downy feathers but when I saw her again about 10 months later they had molted or had been shed.  Either that or perhaps was a different dino?

Best regards,

Ken 

And here is another:

Dear Humble Lad,

I’m going to add some new material to book 1 of The Verges.  Meanwhile I reset the prices at Lulu.com down to basically my ost.  So you may want to hold off on buying the paperback until the new version is available.  The ebook is US$1.00.  I make a penny.

Very good; you noticed me reading your Jan 1 2017 composition.  This sometimes happens to me when I’ll call or just drive over to an acquaintance’s place and they’ll say, “I was just talking about you”, with an expression of alarm.  Don’t know why but I felt a nudge to visit your site.

I don’t think I was smirking but just was being entertained by your writing.  It flows well and is sufficiently quirky with enough tangential dynamics to give a sort of self propulsion quality to it.  Good punctuation too.  My favorite punctuation mark is   .

And finally, for good measure:

Hi Steve, Not sure . . . maybe related to an ethereal being I saw when a young kid.  I named it Zinder.  Image attached.  I’ve just moved to a house near a small lake and there might be house entities around me; don’t know.  A one eyed cat that lived here ran away immediately after I moved in.  I’m also in charge of a huge German Shepherd dog that I take on walks by the lake.  When did you notice these beings?  I moved in here near the end of last month.  Even though the house is relatively new I got the feeling just this morning that is was like an old haunted house.  But things didn’t look right, meaning everything was too new and clean.  As I walked down the upper floor hallway, which was spotlessly clean, I envisioned old moldy doors and walls.  How strange.

Namaste!