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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 1955-2021May 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 “TheVerges”; 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”.
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:
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?
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.
Acting by way of “preface” inspired by personal circumstances so unhealthy, this shameless “services” plug is deemed both necessary and ethical. Visitors choosing to skip over my pleas, will find content “proper” commences a few paragraphs onwards. Nevertheless, there are other important lessons to be learned from my spontaneity, so I recommend the hardy stick with what I have to say.
My personal circumstances have not been made unhealthy through illness. Far from it. Instead, I have fallen casualty to a recession brought on by austere quarantine measures under pretext of a “global pandemic”. Hearing all the arguments, I conclude so-called Coronavirus or Covid-19 “as described” (by authorities) is a monumental hoax (logical reasoning as to “why?” can be found here and here). Equally relevant to the purpose of this essay, for goodness sake, if you rely on “inner light” to secure will, go to the ends of the Earth to shore up convictions. In accord with diligence, celebrate failure and your corresponding changed views. Light workers are here to guide to the path of virtue and most definitely not to champion deceptive delusion. The world about me has succumbed to Coronavirus delusion, so efficient angels of virtue are needed more than ever.
Having no means to claim social security, moving forward my “survival” options have been reduced to hard labour or charitable support. The Australian job market imploded at the first mention of plague at a time when I was out of work. I did manage to juggle a precarious route to present day survival, but now [by way of final straw] my landlord has decided he wants a significant sum of unpaid back rent. Formal notice to evict was tendered last week. This means I might make it to the second or third week of December before bailiffs are sanctioned. There is hope on the horizon though. I run professional Skype sessions and, insomuch, am the only global resource of its kind. Yes, there are numerous spiritualists who are able to read auras and heal enigmas. Many do wonderful work. Regressive therapists relatively speaking are “two a penny”. Again, they are predominantly a great social asset. I recommended Mary Rodwell (who specializes in alien abduction regression) to a client recently.
So what is my special bent? Connected to a cosmic information repository (which is the embodiment of many sources) real time, people refer to me when they desire to make sense of who they are or what they have learnt about who they were. Individual journeys with me invariably open up new doors to prior incarnations and estranged extra-terrestrial influences. Interpretation of dreamscape and other metaphysical interactions is part and parcel of the investigative path. I can also see what people are “made of” and many are surprised by what they discover. To be honest I am routinely approached with subtle questions, the hard ones no one else can answer, so sessions do not come “cheaply”, and deliberately so. That which comes at the price of a king’s ransom deserves heeded respect. Not everyone is equal, so whereas a stable American might donate $500-1000 for double consultations, lesser cultures would only be expected to pay $200 for the same experience. Theoretically those cursed with the Midas touch would need to contribute $10,000 to $100,000 depending on status, but affluence rarely seems to be into such matters. There is a dedicated page providing more detailed background here, so I feel no more introduction on me is necessary. Let us begin with the meat of this essay.
Historic folklores supporting religious agendas underpin a tradition that attempts to define the spiritual ascension of mankind. According to latter day prophets, metamorphosis is no accident of fate. Improvement is our destiny. Nevertheless, liturgies that supposedly verify philosophies are so irregularly distorted, they may as well be disregarded by honest dedicates. In response, to begin with, humanity has never had sovereign right to be, beyond being contained within spheres operating as laws of nature that support the accompanying architectural structure of existence. We had no personal say as to the particular vocation of our body type and facility. We were most definitely not the designers of our lot. We, in fact, merely inherit a cruel legacy that some argue vilifies “survival” at any price. Powers a few of us have been gifted with are external of the body and, thus, can only be considered accoutrements. That churlish Medieval view depicting man’s rainbow transposition into precarious floating angels of spurious account is perhaps further from reality than Noddy Land. Our bona fide ascension is more likely to swing by unannounced and carry on regardless, largely unnoticed. Indeed, it may already be here in full strength.
People have taken the prophets’ news too literally or, maybe, they didn’t comprehend messages designated for delivery. If transition is not already complete, any future shift will happen at the quantum layer. In that respect, man will cease to be made of carbon. I will explain reasoning later. Over the years, my writings have presented various contingencies surrounding properties of atoms (which, I must emphasise, are not categorised correctly by materialist “corporate” sciences). Extra-terrestrial “Ummos” (once resident on the Spanish mainland) advised of three unified frequency phases: higher, lower and middle. Per this dynamic, atoms are (in effect) resonant acoustic devices that significantly “direct” energy currents. Detailed knowledge of specific configurations permits any user (armed with relevant tools) to manipulate dynamics. Hence, ancient Atlantis “Sirian” legacy provides for a magical tradition of alchemic qualities. Attributed accounts (delivered by Plato and others) posit the masters of existence could turn “anything” into gold simply by using their minds. There is no scientist on Earth than can explain “how” the feat was engineered.
To understand mechanics, you must have access to information presenting detail of purpose of existence and its accessorised tool chest. Anunaki bloodlines are a common discussion forum of this website, and for sound reason. Their relevance becomes essential here. To comprehend, we must delve into secrets pertaining to existence, which prove the backlog supporting any reality platform is neither arbitrary nor purposeless. Everything that is logically “is”, although prevailing environmental circumstances may appear illogical. Thus, periodical cyclic engagement is so demonstrably complex, certain elements of any equation attached to existence might seem irrelevant to those with insufficient intellect or vision to accept attributed knowledge. Even so, everything, down to the tiniest micro-particle, satisfies fundamental necessity. To which extent, I quaintly compare the entire atomic layer to “God’s pores” in my book “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”. That announcement was made long before truths about Nefertari were revealed. In context, Nefertari [literally] means “Messiah delivering spiritual qualities exuding from God’s skin”, hinting at a definite relationship that binds “outer” and “inner” existence “worlds”. Our sciences (that aren’t corrupt) catalogue attributes of the inner world majestically, but essential ties with exterior provinces are almost completely ignored.
True properties of existence will only become clear when harmonization of the relationship of both worlds in integrated motion is made apparent.
The main reason our sciences are only able to catalogue the mundane (lacking spirituality) in “rational terms” is no “known” living oracles exist today. In a sense Nefertari highlights perplexities perennially facing modern thought determined to access the root of truth. There are no means to “see” or cohesively demonstrate meta-physicality in physical terms. Ancients did manage to reveal separated ingredients per their assessment of the subject. In line, the main missing component today is “faith”, though this is not the faith of modern definition. Romans chose “invictus” to describe unexplainably accountable persuasions or beliefs that were not justifiable under terms of material reality. Legacy word “convictions” stems from original etymology. Convictions are so ingrained, so much greater than mere beliefs, they anchor our perceptions. Because we have generally become faithless, sciences exploit the gap between divine knowledge and adapted linear perception. If the common human was bestowed with messianic qualities, median world view would instantly change.
In effect, modern day average man has been reduced to slave of his inferior. Quite frankly any intermittent ascension will not change this progressive course, but there is potential good news on the horizon. Human is a significant part Sirian who, themselves, inherit attributes of a divided Anunaki. Whereas some merit can be applied to the tradition that espouses Anunaki are akin to an “ungodly”; deistic order who feed off heavenly vortices’ (best identified as “stars”) innocence, their presiding intense spiritual qualities take precedence here. Nevertheless, focusing on acrimonious activity, I have exampled plunder of this solar system’s spiritual asset in other writings. Summarised, our remaining sun (from once two) delivers what purists would determine is “corrupted” light. Of course, this information is by no means “news”, but few would consider aligned negative philosophies might have been misconstrued. Eminent factions within the Draco know all too well about karmic backlash from arrogant behavior. Yet, was the full truth about “systems of creativity” known, conditional selfish acts would have place and purpose in perceived divinity. Reflectively, when selfishness positively accelerates everything it connects with, it may as well be classified as divine blessing. That familiar adage we must look after our bodies or become ill plays a significant role here. Suffice to say, a body’s sickness is primarily a spiritual defect. That is the unbreakable karmic bond.
While satisfying jurisdiction as overlords, the Anunaki have every right to behave selfishly below God’s all-consuming authority. But with that right comes strict terms. Man is an aspect of a greater hierarchical pyramid (upon whose pinnacle sit the Anunaki) and his ascension will symbolize holistic greater infrastructure or “body” growth (i.e. mankind is an aspect of Anunaki physical development). Whether relevant stages mark progression from infant to child or child to young adult is largely immaterial here. The main point is steps are progressive. Through us, higher echelons are effectively bestowed with greater expressive capacity. At a time of evolutionary coming together, we and they will be able to synchronize to do things we couldn’t before. We, of course, understand the “human way” instinctively, yet we have next to no comprehension of how our governing higher entities “tick”. Does a coming together predict potential for a genocidal clash of cultures? Understanding of the deep history that supports the dual progressive journey would certainly provide food for insight. Naturally, past essays at this website have already presented volumes of insight concerning Anunaki structures and persuasions, but now I will offer additional premises aimed at evaluating predictive ramifications of cultural exchange.
To find the very beginning, we must dial back to a cosmic event that is colloquially labelled Big Bang. Informed know that it was a cataclysmic cleansing of a prior version of existence. Science’s celebration of existence’s fresh start was actually the symptomatic effect. Political intrigue ensured the highest cosmic authority would envisage ending it all as the only tenable solution to unspecified accrued development problems. At some point, God “snapped” and did end it all, except certain traces (of old existence) remained. Not everything was destroyed. One of the survivors are best known as “Mantid beings”. Whether by chance or license, they have been trusted with keys of knowledge which incorporate renewed conception of existence. Architectural landscapers of our current universe are called “Zetas”, because some postulate their home base was in the Zeta Reticuli star system before reptilian marauders overran the place. Though the Zetas had changed form, they had also retained some of that inherited pre-Bog Bang record. Obviously “problems” never disappear and, thus, issues that had plagued existence prior to its purge returned. However, in attempted remedy, dynamics have been reversed. Old order agitators were considered to be extremely ill-bred, so divine authority unexpectedly furbished the outcasts with all-consuming powers. This masterstroke ensured status of relationships [that had existed prior] could never remain the same again.
Those trouble making “turned” worms would morph into colossal serpents of cosmic awe. God had decided to empower the worm. The worm had always desired to rule over existence so it was given the opportunity. Conceptual giant snake, its promotion as the engender of the Anunaki has been widely publicized. Yet, we all know too well, those with power fear loss of status, so dynamics had turned too. In their prior incarnation the Anunaki had been devious underdogs. Now posterity provided for them to govern from the heavens. There comes a twist with that honour, of course. Far from the mysterious eccentricity some might suppose, Almighty God calculated with scintillating brevity. Everything “given” to the Anunaki was also part of them. Evidence is bound in a common source catalogue connecting every single Earth surface lifeform. My Last essay made mention of distant alien “contamination” though. In the interest of thoroughness, a basic outline is warranted here. Details are as follows. Around five million years ago dragons (a supreme physical asset that had been devised by Ba’al to fulfil Anunaki creative drive) invited a consortium of extra-terrestrial factions to help reengineer a minor version of extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Lead geneticists, Lyrans, were fully alien to Earth, yet their legacy remains (in part) preserved by the human genome. If there was an “unpolluted” path to man, it ended with Baphomet (final spiritual descent of the Anunaki).
Long before, the Anunaki had split to spearhead a revolutionary, virgin “face of God”. Breakaway groups caused a spiritual tradition that would descend down to Sirian. In this case, the genus was the result of numerous downgrades or “reverse ascensions” after malicious acts of genocide by their forefathers. Ramifications provide some clue as to how genetics are managed. However, to visualize a full picture we must acknowledge premises for magic sewn into nature. Complete picture presents an existence wildly adrift of empiricist goals. Put contritely, to see the light, we must accept that certain universal management authorities were naturally bestowed with knowledge and prodigy that preceded unlimited manifest creative power. In our corner of existence, the Anunaki group was and is that authority. We don’t understand how “things” came into being because our sciences have proven incapable of identifying philosophies that veer away from standard tenets of materialism. Thus, for humble man to gain any appreciation of truth, he must reject attached existence macro view with distain.
Quantum micro view is comparably maligned, perhaps aptly highlighted by the Genome Project’s ignorant failure in identifying thirteen “white” race brackets. One once associated technician Horace Drew did remark on extraordinary colours to be discovered in amino acid slides under microscope. He had no further reflection on the subject but, ironically, his notations had stumbled on a deep dark secret that has been obscured by pedestrian research zeal. Amino acid chains polarize creative atomic harmony and that is substantively why light spectrum resonance correlates with healthy DNA. But there is more to it than that. Acid chains are none other than symptomatic reactions revealing creative properties of atomic light. As I have commented on many subsequent occasions, the implications are staggering. It means the smarts of our physical being have been entirely calculated and sponsored from quantum origins. No wonder “extraterrestrial” healthcare practitioners uniformly recalibrate out-of-whack spectral energies emitted by sickly patients. Some of that knowledge has been preserved through supporting I-Ching documentation. Interestingly, attributed philosophies were embedded in Reiki and other alternative therapies.
How atoms came into being follows the analogical account of the prehistoric “fall of Satan” (presumably prior to Big Bang). Stars are gateways to existence. Satan (divine wisdom) was the initial cosmic portal and original gateway for the so-called galactic highway. If the heavens truly spin on golden axis mundi (per Mayan tradition), then Satan is the spigot. Contrary to negative sentiment attached to mispronunciation of Saturn, Satan was a blessed star, commissioned to deliver Sophia’s astral purity. Had Sophia bothered to heed advice from the Holy Spirit, reflective incidence that led to accidental creation of “Adam” would not have mutilated Satan. The Holy Spirit had ordained that to separate and segregate the different parts of Almighty God was an impossibility, because as with the magnetic seam that binds existence, all parts are destined to come together over eternity. The consequence, in this instance, was astral purity had left dozing darkness behind. It didn’t take that long (in cosmic terms) for ignorance to wake up. When arisen, the frantic hunt for light began.
Commencing with a trickle, “dark matter” flows (atomic oceans) built sufficiently to deliver mind blowing torrents. Enough to overwhelm any star. Thus, the dwarf phases were born. Black hole phenomena example stars that are sufficiently clogged to throttle all astral light. Though excessive magnetism is part and parcel of that evolution, stars continue to generate extraordinary outward force throughout all stages of development. Many alien technologies base their propulsion systems on facts pertaining to these astral dynamics. In effect, the heavens are legacy of an ever expanding galactic grid. Osculating infrastructures are securely “locked” in position. So well-crafted is the cosmic design, without deliberate interference, it is almost impossible for an asteroid to smash into a planet. Lifeforms “as branded” provision for exuding active divine expression. However, God’s presence is by no means limited to metabolic course. It may seem strange (even to advanced readers), but existence (in its entirety) is fully conscious. Thus, linear interplay between supposedly “random” events are themselves critical evidence of divine whim. We tend to discern things wrongly.
So how do higher beings relate to fixed dynamics of existence? If the Anunaki were truly malicious, the sun’s rays would have fried Earth’s surface long ago. It would be an act of foolhardiness anyway. We, in essence, are their lower figurative essence. Though burning us to a crisp wouldn’t constitute suicidal behaviour, logic advises the Gods’ outlook might causally suffer to the point of impair. Here’s an analogy that emphasises the syndrome. Whilst an overzealous alcoholic may seek refuge by ignoring obvious signs of declining health from unyielding attention to pursuit of inebriation, spiritual entities of great magnitude are incapable of forsaking responsibility. Exception to this rule is when progressive spiritual development conflicts with mundane reality. One such incident “may” be preserved in ancient Babylonian texts. Accordingly, deities annoyed at “man’s constant chatter” sought genocidal results by causing a massive flood. Personally dating this event sometime prior to 35,000BC (maybe a few thousand years earlier), located on Mars under Sirian governance, humanity could not have been the object of acrimony.
There could well have been an attempt to eradicate Neanderthalbecause successive culls of larger primates had been sanctioned on more than one occasion either side of the cosmic war over Earth (circa 120,000-102,000BC). The facts are as follows. Anunaki outburst did create a new strait which stretched from the Atlantic Ocean to the Caspian Sea via Northern Africa. At that time, only the southern portion of today’s African continent was not submerged. Europe’s significant “extra territory” had also been swallowed up by flood waters which accumulated to ocean size. By way of prognosis, I speculate the event was actually an accident which coincided with the Anunaki group’s own major ascension. According to prophet Zoroaster, ancient (mundane) weather systems routinely cloaked Anunaki saboteurs who infected human population tracts. Well, today’s skies (that haven’t been tampered with by the Draco and other extra-terrestrial agitants) are impotent. Did the Gods become disorientated by their transition; flood supplementing a “knee jerk” reaction to chaos?
I believe the incidence marks exit of an out-of-control Anunaki just as permanent tyre streaks fossilize a spectacular automobile pile-up.
The reason they do not show up in today’s weather systems is their presence is too far displaced from linear reality. To them we might literally not exist, but for the fact access to peripheral vibrational resonances (such as our higher self) can be achieved via transmitting intermediaries. In line, it is quite feasible that our rare direct connections with the Anunaki piggyback off the Sephardim’s Draco spy matrix. Nevertheless, because our immaterial spectrum spans from conscious all the way up to super conscious, theoretically it would be identically possible to engineer direct links with higher spiritual domains even more senior of Sephardic influence. This, of course, could not be formally achieved in standard waking state. To some extent demonstrating the stupendous range of an average cosmic dimension, the Anunaki remain a posthumous feature of black light (broken into higher and lower dimensions). That supposed dark status is the main reason why critics admonish them. Deeper interrogation might motivate inquiry as to whether their documented dramatic spiritual development was sufficient at piercing the veil that covets white light. If Anunaki gestation commenced marginally below the upper boundary of the second holographic universe (higher black dimension), one must presume they have been granted advancement. It is equally plausible forces determined to approbate separation have created an impermeable firewall blocking black light from contaminating white domains. Either way, Anunaki recoil at blinding vision would sufficiently explain their offensive reaction; enough to sponsor an extraordinary flood event.
It so happens our physical ascension will coincide with a transition away from the lower black dimension (i.e. which incorporates holographic universe one). In terms of background, unified by chakras (axis of the Merkabah), we are actually complete entities that (in mundane state) have only been vested access to limited portions of our [DNA] potential. From the cosmic perspective, limits are authorized (which some might argue is an imposition in consideration of locked potential) by sacred seals. Because all DNA amendments are executed through the meridian centres, it is easy to conclude that chakras double as sacred seals. By means of corroboration, at least one abductee has reported their experience of reptilians (in particular) “travelling through them” “via the chakras”. In other words, use of chakras is elevated to physical portal in these instances. Pertaining information is no secret or “news”. Out of the blue, a student of mine one day brightly determined reptilian pet name “Ciakar” is actually a mispronunciation of chakra.
There has been a great (albeit cloaked) reptilian reaction to our “flawed” development. Concerned by future potential conflicts [against them], human thought streams are persistently “block” monitored for the Sephardim. Enhancing espionage strategy, junior agents are given the task of liaising with high threat [human] “risks”. In this respect, most (if not all) visible senior political decision makers, such as our senators, high ranking religious clerics and military generals are “controlled” (by parasites attached to the Merkabah, which is located where the kundalini joins the Tamarian). In addition, a preemptive precaution (in place thousands of years) has been to administer a program of frequency fence “limiters”, which were applied to chakra gateways. Objective aim was to deny the sun’s (and other divine feeds) access to our DNA. Initially targeting the Vishuddha, now all chakras are crimped by limiters. Supporting methodology is designed to scramble signals, wistfully “confusing” incoming celestial instructions.
Nevertheless, most critical genetic key strokes have been executed in a timely manner, so efforts have not proven fully effective at countering our ascension. Next to the sun there is an inner Earth source of energy that interacts when we slumber (ideally in moonlight free darkness – though moon technologies proliferate “blocking fields”, depending on living circumstances, some positive activation is permissible). The inner source is also far more potent than the sun and that is why we heal so much faster after a good night’s sleep. There are numerous theories (some written accounts after Gulliver style exploring) surrounding Agartha, a mythical inner Earth metropolis. Tales describe pristine living conditions impossible to replicate on the planet surface. Whether a pristine environment could be recreated as a responding effect of ascension is debatable. Planets, as David Icke and others have correctly identified, are designed for internal habitation.
Taking the view that limiters “locking” our chakras have definitely postponed the human ascension, were they to be simultaneously unlocked, would that mean we would witness mass spiritual transformations? In short, the answer has to be an emphatic “no”. If humanity had demonstrably vented active spiritual qualities, “need” for limiters in the first place would be made redundant. The issue, highlighted by biblical Genesis, is man is a spiritual being kept in an animal’s body. Consequentially, there is an enormous conflict of interest. We forsake instinct by not behaving as animals do, whilst betraying our spirituality in the manner we perennially fall victim to “whims of the flesh”. Our existence, per lofty Anunaki standards, is a paradox. We are neither beast nor enlightened being, but a corruption of the two, fused as one horrible mess. “Majorities” aren’t right, but they may hint at righteousness. What is right is right. Strength of numbers will never determine what is or what isn’t spiritual(root of righteousness). In response, if mankind is to truly ascend, there must be no democracy. Diplomacy yes, but democracy no. Truth is either understood (via inherently knowledge pathways) or intellectually divined. Until mankind sheds its serpent, the heart will always side with “comfort zone” and managerial political stakeholders.
Doubting fear cultivated below the current phony virus “threat” has inspired near universal cowardice. Most of those that haven’t worked out quarantine tests population responses to graded Martial Law, suspect it. Almost none are prepared to risk life and limb to preserve honour challenged by doubt. So, today’s majorities are visibly indisputable manifestations of the human animal. That animal will do anything in its power “to survive”. Thus, whereas on occasions I am presented with contradicting claims that “people are waking up”, evidence is visible in forthright reaction to Coronavirus. Spineless, snakish wimps need no violent whip cracks to apprehend and bow profusely at the snap of the ringmaster’s fingers. Pusillanimity does not have to be permanent, but human must causally recognise his own malady in order to apply committed remedy. That said, recognition of sickness alone, with no clear path to salvation, would not preserve lasting good health. Old cracks and doubts which disabled faithfulness after the fall will routinely mutate under pressure from ones determined to hold everlasting control over political affairs of man. Gnostics paraphrased our faithlessness as “forgetfulness” and this knowledge is perhaps more important than the problem itself. To remedy forgetfulness, we need memory, but how is this possible when we have no recollection of truth? How is this possible when we rely on selfish, unfair and improper authorities’ “guidance”?
A philosopher friend of mine once compared our governments to a broken toilet. To which I responded, “but surely it is possible to fix a broken toilet?”
There is a singular sure fire method of returning humanity, in its entirety, to good health. Let us be clear, without the power of prediction, good health is all but squandered. My earlier mention that the root of all ailments stem from impaired spirit should hardly surprise. Whereas it is possible for pure ones to sustain injury, incidence is unlikely, because of associated powers of prediction. With prior knowledge, short of deliberate sacrifice, situations permitting bodily harm simply wouldn’t occur. Prediction is a form of synchronicity, so, understandably, remedy to universal good health must be delivered by time. But time is not as it seems in the linear sense. Raw time, I emphasize, is neither chronological nor linear. Yet we “the great group” maintain consistency under illusion and, in effect, are accordingly held prisoner within surrounding constructs established by our atheistic authorities. Time is not uniform. For other “existences”, chains of events may commence from the middle of any given sequence. Naturally, if those people were magically transported away from their domains into ours, they would surely argue “linearity is odd, perhaps unworkable” in response to their plight. Without radical treatment, we perennially face an identic vicious circle. Held prisoner in consciousness, it is only possible to arrogantly presume deviously constructed experience is the extent of time’s effects. Enlightened are privy to knowledge that this is not so, but they have no current influence. Time coordinates constructive elements, building blocks of any reality paradigm. Simply put (from my book “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”), it (time) is the culmination of all dimensions; a repository containing active scripts that formulate everything, whether existing or absent.
Via raw script any event/circumstance can be rematriculated and this is the key to humanity’s good spiritual health salvation. Yet without clear knowledge of regressed memories, everyone will travel the precise same path they have done since physical birth. So why would circumstances alter? Plausible revisions can either be earnt or ushered in via catalytic recollections. Cosmic forces know that atoms are vortices that span the length of creation and insomuch provide gears for impetus. In this capacity they deliver divine record which, when balanced, provides fuel to facilitate change. Sadly, though, unlike Sirians, regular humans do not have ability to make knowing integrated connections with quantum light which, of course, is largely affirmed by our sciences’ tediously baffling outpourings over spiritual matters. Even so, a definite bridge with quantum must be accorded if humans are to be formally provided the opportunity to “wake up”. To truly wake up, we must first remember fully who we were. Who we were is who we are.
Unfortunately, without guidance, quantum mechanics will not facilitate memory retrieval. So to return to who we were, we need activation triggers. Triggers might take the form of dreams, symbols or [partially] relived karmic episodes. Karmic episodes “as described” are when significant aspects of past encounters are set up to be reworked in a current life. Our term deja-vu vaguely approximates the phenomenon. For effective upgrade, time could be reset, but only after memory is returned. This alone would not necessarily yield lasting results. One further step is required. Lasting consequences could be guaranteed if atomic DNA was correctly modified via specific key strokes (i.e. something like a transcendental medical procedure). Alterations would primarily upgrade human “visual outlook” to approximate cosmic standards. Predicted ascension alignments would then functionally complement processes by extending prior “natural body limitations”. In other words, graduates will be blessed with spectacular “nature defying” special skills. Current restrictions are largely the response of carbon based status (hinted at in the opening paragraphs of this essay). Thus, it should be clear transitioning must include an atomic shift at molecular level for any true capacity upgrade. Logic dictates it is most likely going to be a shift from carbon to silicon. Beyond those highlighted symptomatic supernatural powers (bereft of science explanation), academia will probably disregard subtler clues.
When truth is clear, existence structure compares well with methodology supporting tailored computer systems. Time in raw state is a static form of active code that eternally runs in the background. It can never be switched off. Unified moving objects are one of the many environmental symptomatic effects. Wider varied holographic states overlap and combine as an integrated “inclusive” network. This “grid” can be experienced in different denominations, in part, a facet of the evolution that sponsored multiple, contrasting platforms and windows (viewed simultaneously by certain higher entities) that are contained existence. When affectionately comparing the cosmos to a giant mainframe, we might observe attached analogical computer hardware needs silicon quartz to function adaptively. Following that reasoning, it would be advantageous for us to ascend to silicon if we were to be rewarded with amplified flexibility under reviewed natural law. Progression would suggest we will be bestowed with such immense plasticity; our own harmonized chakra junctions could operate as the body’s internal teleportation system. It would be impossible for any Earth bound (the planet will revert to Tara upon ascension) “life force” to transmit (or carry) a carbon body. Carbon is too rigid (which is also a possible clue as to “why?” cancerous degeneration). In line I suspect alien abductees temporarily “die” in order to activate temporal journeys.
On the subject of transportation and abductees, some travelers have confirmed they are issued “new forms” while away. Suggesting a prognosis of “tampered reality”, linear time does appear to slow to freeze in immediate localized regions of an abduction experience (in two cases I have witnessed, video footage also froze). This is far from the only style of report. For instance, others have insisted they travelled in issued bodies, which remained unscathed from the experience. Abilities such as “walking through solid walls” don’t lend well to physical carbon presence, so I tend to disregard applicable claims. Under significantly different conditions, some interesting memories of near death experiences have been publicized. One mainstream television program, I vividly recall, presented various witnesses who each discussed their “having perfect bodies after passing from this world”. Looking down on her would be corpse, a remarkable blind woman’s recollection divulged how she had full vision and was, consequentially, able to inexplicably describe nearby medical equipment in glorified detail. Other than the “obvious” common remark that “need to breath” was lacking, evidence infers celestial bodies might best compare against the printer’s pristine die-cast plates. “Wear” routinely occurs in production.
Further grounded phenomena appear to confirm a sort of life force instinct. People that have lost physical limbs continue to “feel” them. Phycologists claim this merely indicates facets of our extended nervous system, but I disagree. A body is “mapped” to its life force, so, unless circuitry is impaired or corrupted, a vehicle will always “feel” complete. There is another aspect worthy of consideration. We have no active input as to a body’s variety which, when naturally produced, is always a collaboration of parental assets. Following suit, children are uniform beta test reincarnations both of mother and father. In this capacity I refer only to the physical transfer of genetic assets. A body’s power source, its life force, does not necessarily follow historic lineage complimenting the hierarchical gene path, although, obviously, karmic culture tends to magnetically revolve. So, unsurprisingly, to date all my commissioned Skype interviews have found there are deep historic political links connecting life force to hierarchical genetic cultures. In some instances, extraordinarily long periods (per linear time) can elapse between cultural reemergence.
In accordance with standard spiritual matters’ protocol, anomalies are naturally also encountered. For example, a marital partnership ten thousand years before might incur “switched roles” (i.e. husband is now wife or vice versa) in the present lifetime. Conceivably, a prior “father” might marry his “daughter” in the new life (which does go some way to resolve some of our less conventional fetishes). Alternative circumstances can permit mortal enemies becoming renewed best friends, although it would be fair to say karmicbaggage usually returns in bitter force, so opportunities for extreme resolve are rare indeed. One carrying severe psychological injury will invariably lead a differently run “free” (denying injury) life next time round. Indeed, amongst humans, progressive failure of karmic accord and lacking attention to remedy does account for our present doomsday path. Correspondingly, the attached willfully tragic legacy does motivate justification for the many and varied external attempts that are made to limit and [ideally] halt our ascension altogether. Even when silent, we demonstrate an insatiable reliance on bigoted opinions in spite of truth in plain sight which will, I think, ultimately seal our fate. An ascension proposes doors opening to brave new worlds, but it seems it is the brave that are only ones destined to survive transitioning.
Capacity for good has still managed to find champions determined to save us. Nevertheless, they will not furbish another layer of violence to add to existing acrimony. When there is a zealous determination, a resolute absence of will to cooperate with rogue authorities, people must discard their cowardly natures if the rabid quest for identifiable sovereign status is to succeed. While confusion reigns, while people are uncertain about fundamental truths, how could cultural revolution impact lasting change? Pitiful revolution movements would be infiltrated and perverted as has been the course throughout history. That is while people are incapable of perceiving clearly. How could industrialist Pharisees raise armies from aggressive deserters? Each time they engaged in new wars, they would risk serious attack from their own brethren. Once people are universally armed with the truth and can see the peril of their “lot”, authorities will be forced to capitulate to perpetuate new waves forward or sink beneath the tide.