Moving On With Ken Bakeman Over Christmas

Christmas and Ken

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

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

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

Has the Mob “Disappeared” Him?

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

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

An “Above Average” Website

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

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

The Posthumous Funeral

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

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

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

Teach a NASA New Tricks

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

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

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

Earth-like Moons, Martians and Morons

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

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

Born Again Christians

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

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

Ken, Me and Pseudo-Truths

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

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

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

Unexplained Unconventional Memories

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

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

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

Sweet Insects and Their Extraordinary Taste For Telepathy

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

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

Conventions, Truth and Exo-political Manoeuvres

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

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

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

Humans Draconian Common Ways

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

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

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

My New Year’s Resolution

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

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

So This “Ascension”, What Does It Really Mean?

Human psychosis has reached such a peak; bullshit is literally being passed off as reality by those that are content to be part of the illusion. The reason Hillary Clinton can use the word “intent” with such devastating effect is, as far as wider populations are concerned, “opinions” may as well be truth. Supposedly, according to long spun cultural myths, a man simply known as Jesus went out of his way to die for our sins, or so the proclaimers’ proclaim. Per this mirage, flaunting the power of narcissism, his father, God, was behind it (“proving” Abraham wrong, of course). Were events, texts and the whole Jesus thing a canopy of intertwined metaphors, then, perhaps this possibly isn’t a good example. Then again, perhaps it is!

In a rather odd twist of modern affairs, because psychosis has made people rather good liars, faith has eroded almost to the point of non-existence and, complimenting this erosion, the obtuse belief “Jesus died for our sins” has suffered, dismally. Religious conjurers, doing what they do best, constructed a new rescuing vision (mirage) which is the ever-present “cosmic Christ”. In tune with modern day philosophy, the concept has become something of a sensitive membrane overlaying that culturally correct omnipresent God. Oh boy and as people are extremely efficient deceivers (or “actors” if you will), just about all belief affiliates claim they are indeed able to “tune into” the chimera. Morphing field or abstract, God’s skin is as tough as bloody titanium.

Whilst I imply the Cosmic Christ is a forlorn fiction that merely satisfies social ambition, precipitous “energies” affecting emotion, libido and even time itself are very real. To name a few, there is “Source”, inherence, the astral plane, transcendental Oneness. Rupert Sheldrake was possibly one of first to use the term anthropomorphic field which has been championed by David Wilcock, Michael Tellinger and others of that ilk. Should corresponding analysis be considered correct, the field is very clearly linked to the Ascension. Nevertheless, in light of my above cynicism (all that bullshit shaping reality), I believe people are generally too confused (out-of-tune) to gauge (appreciate) a simple explanation. To convert that mindset needs much more. For instance, using the collective view as basis, comprehensive understanding of how DNA works (and, more importantly, what it is) is around nil. Even the majority of my regular visitors have nothing more than a better than average symptomatic apprehension of genetics. Most of my visitors believe most of the bullshit too. You are not immune to radical social programming.

There is hope on the horizon. I feel sure many of you are admirers of Dr Bruce Lipton. The little I have read from his “The Biology of Belief” I am impressed with. Though some of the instruments he recognises “aren’t”, meta-physical processes are much more expansive and intricately relevant than he assumes, those that bothered to seek him out are truly blessed by this sort of mindset. If only his peers could think outside the box in the way he does. Reflectively this innovative work has largely disconnected from the pharisaic ordained materialism bandwagon because standard issues (“set moves” as it were) are ignored. In line with Lipton’s philosophy, I can say that nucleic DNA works something like flexible bar codes.  For instance, looking at the earliest stages of human foetal development, anyone will witness something like newts or geckos. We look and to all intents and purposes are distinctly ophidian! So why do later stages of development produce us; as comparatively uncharacteristic forms? The reason is, and some might say miraculously, the human body form makes a sharp inexplicable turn in direction to make us look like normal humans shorty into the process because our DNA decides it is so. We, none of us, can ignore our reptilian heritage. Humanity is a “God engineered” illusion.

In practicality, rather than applying lateral pragmatism, everything that has been written about DNA has followed rigorous steps to identify systemic processes; the ingredients of life. In typical materialist fashion, it is assumed that body changes throughout life are unrelated to the conception event and the ingredients are limited to the equation. According to the standard view, DNA in some way becomes redundant when the body is fully formed, perhaps something akin to determining ingredients and recipe of a sponge cake are separated from the end product. According to this belief, once a cake is baked the “process” is over and parts become superfluous, which, I might add, could not be further from the truth. The methodology has expanded giving much attention to “historic records” that might be gleaned from chemical blueprints constructed from trace elements (in the way fortune tellers read the tea leaves). Corporate instruments of research, such as the Genome Project, have concocted mesmerising conclusions and made sweeping statements over a window of “a few years” and in doing so absolutely underscore the unprofessionalism of science. Research teams apply the exact same loaded philosophy and distorted logic that is used to justify underlying principles validating radio carbon dating. Naturally, as ever, the focus is always on the wrong place in the wrong manner backed by ignorance of the most arrogant breed. Just about all the “rules” written today would be unwritten tomorrow if correct understanding was applied. Given the mindset of the modern scientist, that advent is a long way off and perhaps unattainable.

Amino acid chains are nothing more than symptoms just as are cancers and viruses. In the case of DNA, until the atomic layer is projected in sequential sync, science cannot possibly progress understanding as to how genetics work. Ultimately light, sound, elements and genetic frequencies are all connected. They all have a common “key”. It is this that administers changes per request or by designation.  Remote scheduled body “upgrades” would be inexorably connected with any ascension of man. DNA itself acts something like a permeable facilitator; a supernatural membrane. Charles Hall (of “Tall Whites” fame) highlights Albert Einstein’s incorrect analysis of the light photon with his own updated theory. Einstein, as a doting materialist, measured only what he knew, what he saw and so elusive relevant fields were entirely missed. For instance, light has a scalable intensity factor that dramatically affects our eyes (i.e. inducing sunspots and other symptoms). Were we to be granted access to the inner sun, viewers would witness an extremely bright light that does not (short of protective sunspots which are more a function of mind) trouble the eyes in way at all (quite different to our external [black] sun). The Tall Whites reportedly carried glow sticks or “torches” that had much duller brightness, but were almost impossible to directly visualise. That is because their home planet atmosphere is very thick and it needs a special type of photon for luminescence to be effective.

Considering potential causal links with DNA to establish evidence of the missing key (buried in the atomic layer), is not production of chlorophyll in plants a verifying process? Does not sunlight also make us well (delivering vitamin D)? It should not surprise keen researchers that it affects our DNA constantly (even when darkness comes, inner sun invisible energy communicates with our DNA and that is why we produce melatonin in our sleep).  Via akashic channels, I have been informed we are “washed” daily by numbers of external meta-physical “agents” pulsing from both sun sources. From this perspective, genetic hierarchies are in fact complex matrixes. As all humans are hybrids of different brands, there is a super-group that governs all subordinates. Below (the super-group) are core species groups (i.e. Atlantean, Lemurian, Lumerian, Neanderthal and so on). These are bracketed into sub-groups that identify with alien features (i.e. Ciakar, Pteroid, Mantid, Zeta traits). [Meta-physical] Parasites can infect sub-group character. Mrs Clinton’s “snake” has impacted her DNA. Anyway, the “pyramid” pecking order continues all the way down to the individual.

Individualism, it is worth emphasising, is a transitory state and, as such, “theoretical”. Pioneers are either the new trailblazers for mediocrity or “fads” that pass by unnoticed. Once the individual has been individual, he can either copy his own fashion or retain individuality by doing something different that is fresh, new and unknown. From the DNA perspective, the selection emphasis is always on the positive. Politicians may exploit populations to brand wise dissidents as social outcasts, but “God” uses all pioneering trailblazers to enhance the great group. My book, “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”, outlines how the quantum layer administers this and, consequentially, shows how it is far more important than we have been led to believe. In fact I would go as far to say that it is all important because each human being is the collaborative product of near infinite groups of souls that reflect the collective ambitions of Source (God) as punctuated by quantum fundamentals. Body particles act as skin “pores” venting particular unique brands of inspiration. Nevertheless, thankfully, very few souls are active (else there would be too much internal conflict for functional life). Instead, each “life” produces a die cast template, comprising a governance hierarchy, which is collectively called the shadow. As far as I can ascertain this feature/device [as a standalone] can carry on indefinitely (divine record) and is to all intents and purposes the identifiable core being or soul. It cannot be the soul though, because it is a synthetic product (as is the body itself) that calculates collective ambition confined to practice (reality). That is the paradox.

Shadows are by no means the extent of body spirituality. Physical matter offers us a big clue as to how divinity works. The symbiosis of electromagnetism precisely mimics the spirit/soul dynamic. Each is the opposite of the other, but separation would destroy the body. Opposites not only attract, but also hold the universe together. Spirits (delivered by sperm) are literally individual youthful sparks of life. Shadow collective souls (associated with eggs) tend to be rather pessimistic reflecting filtered ancient wisdom. That is why the same old situations reincarnating deep rooted problems keep going round and round like spent pennies. Those that see root souls are always very surprised by what they encounter. My own experience rationalised individuals sleeping in purpose built cupboards. Each was a different emotional state tuned to a unique frequency; a signature if you will. Cordially, I saw the group as a giant block which could be perceived (Alice in Wonderland fashion) as great or minutely small suspended in blackness. Notably each unit (cupboard) had an offshoot which I visualised as “spider silk”. The spider silk acted as a conduit between root soul and body via its initial attachment to the egg. Of course, functional fertilised eggs always expand to become complete bodies. Therefore whatever was attached was both transcendent and effervescent. The irony is that the cupboards correspond with individual characters and are not a “spectrum” as would be expected of numerous atomic portals combined as one.

Even so, now I think the truth will have “clicked” for a few readers now. You can all see why DNA must be viewed at the quantum layer, because that is where “God” (in emotionally refracted state) resides even if there are some unexplained idiosyncrasies. Any major shift, such as the Ascension, has to be delivered via the quantum layer. I suspect the emotional “encased” guiding templates are a variation of time (discussed in detail in “The Beauty of Existence Decoded”). Logic alone presumes that for the Ascension shift to be that spectacular, it must involve a change of atomic or dimensional frequencies or a combination of the two in order to not make a mockery of natural law (which, to this point, has been the most reliable “reality constant” possible). The net effect will mean humans will appear to be able to do the impossible or, rather, the impossible will become possible until “nature” and its observers readjust. Alien abductees regularly report of their irrational telepathic, telekinetic skills and the natural ability of traversing through solid matter. Some are that convinced by their experiences they cannot understand why forth dimensional existence does not carry over for them on our waking reality plane.

NASA consultant, Rosine Lallement, constructed a plausible “Ascension” theory which is supported by Mayan texts. According to this, rarely (every so many dozens of millions of years), the centre of our universe belches to generate an extreme energy burst which pulsates throughout its galaxies eventually dissipating at the extremities. Her initial interest (for scripting the theory) was to explain “why” the dinosaurs died out. However, given that specific application, we must conclude it is entirely wrong as the dinosaurs took 12 million long years to eventually succumb to tribulations after the destruction of Maldek. Rather than being subject to any disaffecting cosmic shift, in my opinion, the master geneticists (who had originally created them) gradually introduced a new range of body types, probably drawing on inner Earth stocks (as evidenced by mammalian DNA). Those with adaptable body types (such as small reptiles) were left “as is”. Mind you, to put things in perspective, after the Maldek disaster the Earth was shunted so far away from the sun it is almost inconceivable to comprehend how the prior surface model so efficiently morphed to support life. The original greenhouse effect must have made the atmosphere very muggy, but [reflectively] temperatures may not have plummeted after the incursion. In my opinion the atmosphere went from super-tropical and was quickly transformed to [comparatively] arid status when the dust [from the meteorites] eventually settled.

Because DNA is remotely controlled (in part), dramatic shifts can be engineered to an existing, developing generation so transition does not necessarily require a new crop. That means something could have plausibly happened to dinosaurs “mid-stream” on transit from tropical to arid Earth. It also means that something unexplained could plausibly even happen to me that might appear to break the natural cycle. Could I start to grow a second head at age 53? Another example might be more practical. Instead of living the standard, shall we say, “seventy years”, what if my lifespan was to expand to seven hundred years? This notion is not as farfetched as sceptics may like to believe. A proto-physical Tall White will live anywhere between 400 and 800 years in normal circumstances, reputedly. According to the Epic of Gilgamesh, Atlantean and Lemurian kings each ruled for periods of a millennium upwards. One assumes none were dead at the helm. Our next in genetic line superiors, the Ciakars, can live for 3000 years or more. Senior “Draco” rulers manifest for 15,000 years; some significantly over. Science may well seek the genes that cause the aging process, but I say it is all rather superfluous if higher powers decide what the plausible extent of possible life is going to be. It is these same higher powers, in my opinion, that will intervene in an Ascension style event. Conceivably, administration might show slow, progressive stages or quick cataclysmic shifts for the super-group, group, sub-group, affiliate or individual depending on which is selected as the target for upgrade.

To complete this preliminary investigation into the Ascension, the final question that needs to be asked is, “When?” In response, there are two “known” historic clues. My first example is the so-called Fatima Miracle. On 13^th October 1917 a small town (Fatima) in Portugal became host to 10,000’s of visitors who witnessed “changes” to the sun. [Virgin] Mary’s immaculate presence had been reported by three children (aged between 7 and 10) as far back as May in the same year, where she had metamorphosed and disappeared before them. Connection to the Roman royal, mother of “Jesus”, is incidental capitalising on Roman Catholic superstition. World War II bomber pilots reports of “hallucinations” of white ladies suspended aerially were not as uncommon as might be expected. Nevertheless, what happened to the sun before those biased witnessing crowds is our Ascension clue. Or, at least, I think it might be.  Unfortunately eye-witness reports varied tremendously. Some said “upon Mary’s instruction” clouds parted to present the sun as a shimmering silvery disc. Others described it as a giant, pulsating psychedelic orb. Yet more, as variants, offered a hyperactive sun disturbingly darting about the sky, apparently haphazardly and to no rehearsed schedule.

Though it is almost impossible to quantify (given our dimensional clodhopping status), I can say all Earth bound star gates have been permanently open since May 2008. This is something I just “know” which has been affirmed in odd ways. They (our star gates) will all close in transition between 16^th and 18^th October 2017 (almost precisely a century after the Fatima miracle). In the spirit of yin-yang, looking for comparable negatives to offset the miracle positive, I find on 18^th October 1917 Zionist “Bolsheviks” announced their plan to conquer Mahgog (Russia) in print.  Correspondingly, it is likely Iran (Gog) will follow suit to fulfil biblical prophecy for United Nations federalisation [some might argue enslavement] of the globe. Given the symmetry of the Fatima Miracle and the first stage of takeover, I would say the likelihood “World War III” will be announced in print 18^th October 2017, providing an occurrence similar to change in the sun in 2017 is deemed a worthy sign, must be a fair bet.

Now, here is where it starts to get really interesting. The powers may have miscalculated. Advanced paranormal researchers will probably already know that dimensional phases of reality run in a number of fundamental steps, possibly limited to holographic universe (HU) one, two and three. Per that model, HU1 is material plane Earth. Let us imagine that on 16^th October 2017 our [black] sun swells in size to become the oscillating kaleidoscopic orb described by Fatima Miracle witnesses over a century before. However, this time it is a universal, permanent change.  An explanation might be that we actual shifted to a new dimension at super-group level.  We might all tune into the collective frequency clairsentients call HU2 courtesy of our cosmically triggered Ascension. Of course, the sceptical “debunking” scientists will classify our psychedelic rainbow orb “sun” as evidence of “a dwarf phase”. We in the know will know our “sun” isn’t a sun any more but, rather, a planet. In turn, according to the some theorists, when the Earth shifts to Tara state it will also mean an increase in size. This increase, if predicted correctly, is not going to be minor and may well equate to expansion roughly 700 times Earth’s current volume. Given most recognised events set to [our] timetable have been engineered by us or backed off our malice, could the cosmos (God) take the initiative this once?

My other exhibit is the “Mayan” Wheel of the Sun artefact. Let me be clear from the start. Rather than being the creation of semi-savage South American natives two to three thousand years ago as is popularised by mainstream “history”, I assess the situation very differently. For instance, the stonework is very much older than even the most enlightened alternative suggester supposes and was not carved by Mayans. Graham Hancock has identified some of the “symbols” used in the design commonly include depictions of now extinct creatures (such as the Toxolin) that arguably predate the fall of Atlantis. Therefore I say, agreeably circumstantially, this is the work of the great Lemurian stone masons (responsible for laying the foundations of the pyramids). In fact, given a wider birth of research and pragmatism, the Wheel of the Sun reasonably may well have been judged over 15,000 years old if it had been finished. There lies the enigma. Why did the carving stop so abruptly? Missing one degree (of the “precessional cycle”) and, as such, dramatically lacking (given its importance), I believe completion could only have been fatally interrupted by the Great Flood of 10,541BC resoundingly ending the Lemurian civilisation. The later “Mayans” were an inferior restock if this is correct. Either way, the importance of the Mayan calendar can never be overstated as all the data responding to periods’ subsequent to the Great Flood were accurate predictions (prophecy) and not “records”.

In typical atheist-materialist fashion, the New Age movement had been pushing the doomsday advent of calendar’s end until the end came in 2012. Predictably it was a non-event. This was partly because the calendar is, as already stated, incomplete and the end is actually after 2012, but also because we don’t know, definitively, if it is the end. Its creators may have intended to chip a further six hundred discs before they were rudely interrupted by fate. Alternatively, could they have plausibly decided to reproduce a new calendar after the old one was used up?  Obviously there is no one at the other end today to continue the work. Even so, technically, there is a way to go yet so will strange visitors materialise to pick up the tab at some future juncture? The “missing degree” equates to 72 years which sets the “end” as 2084. If this is the case, then it is likely going to be bad news for those hanging around in wanton expectation for an imminent Ascension. Interestingly, the “Mayans” categorised the final phase of their calendar as one of fire. Does that hint at our sun’s transformation?

There are certainly visible signs that some sort of transition is happening. That timetable (if it can be viewed as such) possibly began in the 1960’s. Spacecraft of unknown origins have always been presumed to occasionally bless our skies, but since the 1990’s numbers have exponentially increased. Socially stigmatised “star seeds” may, at one time, have been reticent to come out of the woodwork, but the sheer volumes of demonstrably aware people today must be more than some renaissance “fad”.  Indigo children are the latest syndrome in sequence. Magicians, such as David Blaine and Dynamo (to name two of many), can do “tricks” that seem to transcend illusion. I could continue…