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 30^th 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!

Blacks, Whites and the Greys

I have taken a few weeks break from writing in order to recharge batteries. Perhaps also my rest period is partly motivated by the fact that I am becoming increasingly disillusioned by the wilful arrogance of people in general. People that possess those dreadfully devious submissive superiority complexes I find particularly irksome. At least Hitler had the balls to be clear on who he was. A typical ploy of those without minds is to conjure guilt by association brandings so, to be clear, complimenting Hitler does not mean I am his admirer. In fact I see the horrible truths of the NAZI legacy that largely pass unnoticed like bats in the night. Sadly there has also been a staggered lack of comprehension as to the simplest of concepts I have revealed. In place of joyous enlightenment my wisdom has largely been greeted by an entrenched angry ignorance propped up by illegitimate fantasies. Ignorance is never an excuse, so I neither forgive nor forget. The Gnostics correctly called this type of conceit forgetfulness.

For the forgetful, once genetic resonance shifts to the fifth dimension and above, beings can take any form they want. What is difficult to understand about that? Most like particular body designs, whether that be snakes, dogs or amoebic blobs, but if every entity decided they would look human; they would become humans to all intents and purposes. Bodies are actually “worn” something like clothes. The only real way to distinguish differences between unrelated entity types is through assessment of individual character. Sadly humans are not very good subjects for this style of analysis as we have one of the most complex, convoluted DNA catalogues in the universe. Additionally, due to the various hybridisation phases/batches over 125,000 years, the human genome has accommodated just about everything in existence in some way and comprises innumerable “races” contrary to popular myth.

I have stressed on many occasions, both here and at my other website, that there are two fundamental human conditions. At one end of the scale is selfishness which governs the necessity for trade (or there would be all-out, persistent war I fear). The other extreme is a theoretical universal love that only persuades unconditional cooperation. This love is theoretical because, due to what can only be said are our flaws of temperament, every single human instinctively hates (whether real or “on face value”). Or to put in more abrupt terms; to be human is to hate. For those that struggle with this apparently wilful accusation, consider your own loving responses to those who steal from you, might harm or murder you or ones that commit repulsive sex acts you distinctly detest? Honestly, can you offer them, those you instinctively hate, universal love? True love is simply unconditional acceptance.

I have yet to meet another individual truly without prejudice. Yes, plenty pretend not to be judgemental, but deep down, when push comes to shove, in response to the truth rearing its ugly head, every single person I have met has turned out to be another hater. Some are particularly well adapted to the craft. They forge careers that elevate venting anger professionally. It is a bitterness that is because it is at the core of their beings. They literally love to hate. It is in their blood. All the while they say they are “persecuting for good” to morally justify their existence. In reality they hate because that is what they enjoy doing. Whether initially for love or hate, human actions must be driven by principles. Without principles we would be as vegetables. Nevertheless, it is when principles are governed by prejudices that hatred flourishes. A rigorously principled existence is an arbitrary one free of emotional entanglement.

All humans belong to groups. Group views have some influence on individuals. On a more positive note, this ensures some humans learn to “manage prejudice”. The net effect has helped to bring our species group closer to the universal love (remember love is acceptance and not some pithy infatuation) state. Those completely free of prejudice find it impossible to hate. Love simply becomes a way of life. Perhaps I can use the ambivalent term selflessness as a substitute for “prejudice free”. Selflessness is the opposite of selfishness. Therefore, all humans sit in that huge grey area located somewhere between selfishness and selflessness. We are neither entirely selfish nor fully selfless.

This entry is going to focus on the Greys or Grey Beings and these, in many ways, epitomise the extremes that govern our behavioural poles. Grey Beings have no emotions. Humans do. There are nice and nasty Grey Beings. The nice ones are misunderstood as they have been predominantly misrepresented. For instance, every single human, with scant explainable exceptions, is given five senses to tune into existence; making existence rather black and white for those that don’t think. Grey Beings have different sensory perception and this means they rationalise reality in a refreshing, non-human way. Even so, human Grey Being separation potentially isn’t that great as the human genome is vast and includes just about all alien genetic markers.

It is likely, though I haven’t confirmed it yet, we are all part Grey Being but only possess fragments of their DNA. I can confirm there is nothing humans can’t potentially be. Relish that power submissive superiors. Reflectively, links to extra-terrestrial genetic lines hidden in our genome can be evidenced through those that demonstrate other senses not so commonly expressed. “Sixth sense” is the generic label used to describe many of these sentient abilities. Due to this heightened perception, it must be said that Grey Beings (as do extra-sensory humans) have a skewed view of reality compared with what I determine is normal. Of course “normal” is bandwidth too, but its range is so narrow, for instance, I can predict most action/outcome scenarios from the very sparks that craft normalcy.

Existence morphs into something else. Issues are perceived differently. That which offends most humans might not be understood. Some things we take for granted are extremely offensive to those that perceive differently. All the rules change once the human sense of morality evaporates. The nice Grey Beings are incapable of murder, yet they have the most dangerously advanced technologies in the known universe. If they could murder, the Draco would no longer run Earth as they would be annihilated. They can and have incapacitated primitive humans, but always for virtuous reasons. This has not made the memories and fear recollections of abductees any less poignantly disturbing. Strange creatures with eyes that seem to bore holes into the very core, the very soul of being, are not welcomed by deeply prejudicial haters that value “self” above all.

Predictably, the Greys have been given a bad press. There are other reasons too. Notably, unfortunately the nice Greys are regularly copied (cloned) by extra-terrestrial groups and used for far from honourable motives. Whereas the human genome is vast, theirs is very specific and makes very good hybridisation “filler”. Phil Schneider allegedly met one of a number of ghoulish products at the Dulce underground base. This facility, if it exists, is a joint venture operation between manifest reptilian Ciakers and US strategic stakeholders. In fact the beasts that attacked Schneider, colloquially known as Tall Greys, were a failed experiment at hybridising Tyrannosaur and Grey DNA. In more recent times, the surviving thousand (or so) that live in subterranean caverns are dying out as they are unable to reproduce naturally. Their creation was a Ciakar project of course.

Ciakers are regularly mentioned in my articles as they are the fathers of humanity and represent dinosaur legacy of the Draco. They (of all so-called extra-terrestrials) predominantly have the greatest active involvement on the human plane. It is difficult to determine whether the, much more ancient, Pteroids have anything more than a cosmetic interest in us. Dracula myths (expanded by Bram Stoker), werewolves and moth men sound like hallmark accounts of Pteroids, so it is clear they do dabble, but I find no evidence of anything more than that. It should be stressed though that both genetic lines have a much better understanding of God than humans do. Given the various religious abominations that drive faith (sic), we have zero understanding of God and that is why atheism is going through its renaissance right now.

I present the real God in my book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded” and not some clapped out branded religious concept. The real God is the intent and determination “to be” to the max. Everything (including nothing and something that might be best described as “nothing plus”) is God. In order to express, parts can cooperate or conflict. Humans chose conflict because the majority of us are haters and that is what we love. Ironically, or perhaps not, the Grey Beings were a previous incarnation of man prior to “Big Bang” (an awesome universal energy surge). Then existence was emotion free and driven by logic and reason alone. It was only after Big Bang that the Annunaki appeared, introducing the emotional plane. We, humans, are the lowest link of their genetic lineage.

Perhaps in deference to the Annunaki; humans vent a psychotic arrogance. Let me explain. Take the atheists; are they not arrogant? How do you think the great controller, God, would react to those parts that dare call themselves “atheist”? Correct, He would class them as bad product unable or unwilling to participate in His plan. Upon expiry (the phase we call death), those that believed they were non-believers would be removed and cease to be. For what possible other reasons would there be a need for these blasphemers? They showed no respect for the creator or the exalted processes that hail existence. God’s response (as creator) to this is both logical and reasonable.

I must say atheists are either extremely brave or extremely stupid in their individual suicide missions. In fairness to these poor, stupid, beguiled nerds, this syndrome is a hangover from Atlantis times. Let me explain. Every single human being has “Martian” (i.e. human in appearance but not) DNA. That specifically allows us to think in the way we do (as evidenced by the cerebral cortex) which separates us from “animals” (check out the Adam and Eve story in the biblical book of Genesis). Atheists “theoretically” have thinking minds, but their thoughts have become corrupted by their arrogant superiority (i.e. if God exists, man is inferior). Nevertheless, leaders of Atlantis made human obstinacy look like a child’s tantrum. Theirs was so focused it was frightening to behold.

Arrogance and cooperative acceptance are opposite ends of the exact same scale, so friction with the Grey Beings that apply utopian reasoned logic to everything naturally ensued. Some reason and logic conflicted with the prejudicial parts of Atlantis wisdom. This meant there were regular wars against the Greys who, due to their passive nature, could not physically retaliate. Their only defence was to exit or turn the force on itself. As they are time controllers, their passive defence could be far more devastating than attack from lesser opponents. Thus, the leaders of Atlantis predictably miscalculated strategy outcomes on a number of occasions and that fomented into an even greater hatred against the Greys. Nevertheless, external politics were involved which complicated resolutions either way.

Historically, Lemurian (another humanoid type) kings have always used the Greys as advisors. Next to the Mantids (survivors of Big Bang), they are regarded as the most invested in cosmic wisdom. For those unclear on what the Lemurians are, our aborigine-Indian races reveal their most up-to-date manifest versions on Earth. These tribes demonstrate a bravery and artistry that perhaps separates them from other human types. It should not surprise readers (given the additional information) Lemurians were mystic warriors. Arguably they have inner Earth old form populations. To the naked eye, I shall try to describe the body type succinctly. Having rather strange box shaped heads, angular “reverse coat hanger” shoulders, ungainly, gangly frames towering as much as a metre above the height of the average human, they would be a sight to behold, though, unmistakably, human-like.

For a long time, over 100,000’s years, the Lemurians acted as Plantagenet Kings for the Annunaki after the leaders of Atlantis betrayed them. Even so the Lemurians had a very strong relationship with the peoples of Atlantis and welcomed them back to Earth after the Mars disaster around 35,000 years ago. Observant archaeologists will notice all the foundation stones of the Great Pyramid of Giza are of Lemurian architecture. Many of the crude ancient mounds scattered around the globe are the ancient (and far, far older than most would believe) legacy of their constructions too.  When the enclaves of Atlantis (including all the human tribes) were forced to exodus back to Earth, the Greys still acted as advisors for the Lemurians. Consequential politics that ensued seemed to heal old rifts between the leaders of Atlantis, because when the Lemurians were almost wiped out by a comet strike that dented what we know as the Pacific Ocean (creating the two deep troughs) around 22,000BC, the Greys reverted to governance of their peoples too.

It was only after the Ciakars returned to the Earth’s surface and conducted joint venture genetic operations that prompted the great Atlantis technology city when trouble reared its head again. This time the Greys were forced off planet and resided on a tiny Earth moon listed in the Vedas as “Falla”. Many fail to realise that three moons used to orbit Earth. Our cosmic science is so poor it’s almost pointless. We do not even know why planets and other astral bodies “orbit” yet (according to that resource). The path Falla took around our planet was very strange and it almost touched bodies at one point in the elliptical cycle. It was in that precise position the leaders of Atlantis used a special energy weapon to shatter it and, of course, well, that infamously and spectacularly ended Atlantis.

The Greys had already seen (predicted) the event and were gone out of harm’s way. In modern times they are the ones that supply oracles with the technologies and know-how to create transcendental messages encapsulated in what are “so-called” crop circles. The leaders of Atlantis were up against a vastly superior mindset; in some ways beyond the imagination. Thus history has shown that the attackers achieved nothing less than to wiping out the mega-city they used for their joint venture operations with the Ciakars. In addition, that destructive act chilled half the Earth’s surface for thousands of years. Preserved snap frozen mammoths and other creatures are still being dug up from the Russian tundra. The consequences did not end there. As Graham Hancock pointed out in one of his books, it needed a hammer to create “a giant flood” (represented by more than seventy independent ancient legends). That hammer was Falla whose collision with Earth had the effect of detaching our planet’s crust (about two hundred miles thick at the maximum point) from its core. It took but a few thousand years for it to slip to create the immense flood of legend.

As the Greys had assisted the Ciakars to activate the Earth’s crystal matrix earlier, there should not have been any animosity against the two species. However, reptilians believe in tit for tat, eye for eye. Who happens to be right or wrong is deemed irrelevant. From their perspective, the Greys caused the incident by provoking the leaders of Atlantis into attacking them. The outcome was Ciakar agents were caught up in the mess and suffered dreadfully from the consequences and they’ve blamed the Greys for it ever since. Nevertheless, unlike humans, Ciakars are not vindictive. They are opportunistic. Thus, the reason a treaty was made with the Mantis was mostly to act as a bridge between them and the Grey Beings, who they partner with. Subsequent from the end of Atlantis, there have been numerous cooperative ventures with the reptilians. One was the creation of Zeta-Draco Grey Beings to lead re-ceded humans after the great flood of 10,583BC. Most recently, I think, has been the so-called “Philadelphia experiment” fiasco. Time skip consequences are still being suffered today (not that anyone notices!).

The complex Ciakar-Mantis network demonstrates the caution of the Greys. They don’t ever seem to directly liaise with the Draco on projects. For instance, in the case of the Philadelphia experiment they partnered with Zeta-Draco hybrids (I call Futczhi) as far as I can ascertain. There is some credence to consideration that human abductees might be used as facilitators of an ideas exchange program between Zetas and Draco, given that all humans are part Ciakar (whether they like it or not). There are many the grey areas as to correct origins of man, but, more importantly, specific genetics can be tweaked into muted activation mode (similar to safe mode on computers). That way the Zetas can cooperate with Ciakars without risk of any negative proto-physical ramifications.

We haven’t achieved their level of genetic manipulation, so this will seem like make-believe to empirical scientists. Even so, given the right keys, our bodies can be tuned to become anything any when. I have elaborated before on how the leaders of Atlantis could manipulate the backend of matter to change frequency resonance of atoms. Suzy Hansen has also talked of her Grey hosts’ ability to literally switch on or off particles’ energetic fields. She whimsically describes the living experience as “everything going black”. Perhaps the Greys are black and white after all!