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Life With Dragons
The scientific question of whether my aliens were real or imagined has turned into everyday life
Tell them, that we don't want you to eat sugar. - Hamish
So. The question I asked myself as a scientist when these contacts begun in August 2011 was whether the contact was the case of real authentic alien contact or whether I was imagining the whole thing. I started with the premise that it is more likely the case of imaginations, and embarked on what I call The Orion Project, to document a case of perceived alien contact and to scientifically try to answer the question: real, or not?
Tell them not to touch my turtle feet. - Hamish says and shows me his flat duck feet
I completely got off track, what I was gonna say. I guess there we have it. Hamish is real and alive and well and active. He is my Turtle Dragon, and here he is.
Please, do not let them humor me. As, they have been said that I have duck feet. - Hamish
So where was I, ha ha! Life has turned into a life with alien beings, and Hamish into my best friend. As a trained scientist, chemistry taught me to be ever meticulous with data, to not report anything as fact unless it is reliable, untainted and pure and its sources of errors investigated. Physics taught me to search for the natural explanation to the phenomenon, and to expect the most mundane it being a psychological phenomenon with no real entities outside of me talking to me. But Hamish taught me that there are such things as fire engine red and orange Dragon Turtles with a soft cushion humpback on its upper back, round yellow bulging eyes with a brown vertical slit, the smell of vomit, cheese and pancreas, a long tail, orange bumps on its arms and back that sometimes burst and leak a sticky viscous fluid that makes him glow neon orange in the dark.
Hamish has taught me palate clicks, and to honor his scales and back hump. He has shown kindness, he wants my eggs, and I want him to stay with me forever.
I don't want you to smoke, tell them that. - Hamish
The best evidence
Tell them that it is not a back pack. - Hamish says and turns around showing me his back hump. How sweet.
The best evidence of Hamish and the other Aliens being real, is when the Draconian Reptilians and other ET toss me. They can exert physical force on me and throw me across the air or push me into the wall, contort me into configurations with arms folded behind my back in ways I cannot reconstruct on my own afterwards. Other evidence is corroboration with other sources on alien contact, as how could I reinvent things about their yellow pyramid, their Eye god, the smell of Draconians, and basically the whole entire saga all on my own.
It would have to be based on something embedded deep within the human psychology and instinct. Perhaps we can say that humans have always had an innate fear of reptiles, and snakes and lizards and that this somehow results in hallucinations of reptilian humanoids. And other theories state that the technological space era we are in has resulted in imagined visitations by alien geneticists from outer space, complete with space craft, medical scalpels, vials of genetic DNA, in the same way that we used to have gnomes and elves and fairies when life was more rural we had rural nature-bound entities who visited us.
What I find fascinating is that when humans take a drug called DMT they will experience seeing Greys and Praying Mantis aliens. Even if they have never seen them before. Is it likely that everybody has these aliens waiting on hold for when a human will access them via use of the drug or other means? Or are these aliens flocked to humans who use the drug and somehow sense them? Or is it something contrived entirely by the brain. I have read theories that the reason we see the aliens such as the Zeta Greys with large eyes is because as babies we humans were conditioned into recognition of the eye so that we would read body language in our parents.
But I have seen UFOs that were real and advanced flying craft in the sky. In my teens I would take friends out having never told them about the UFOs that were coming to me, and I would ask them to look up at the sky and tell me what they saw. They would describe the sky, the moon, and then the UFO. So I verified that it was not all in my head, nor had I given the persons information to plant the image into their minds.
As a scientist I still struggle with the fact of alien reality. It is hard for me to accept as truth something which mainstream humanity and science has yet to accept. Yet I live with aliens
Tell them that we don't smell like shit. - says the Guatemalan non-bat
I have touched Reptilian scales, and I have made love with (had sex with) Crocodile Men and Malik the Black One. I have cuddled and tumbled around in bed with countless of Reptilians. I have smelled their breath and heard their exhale on my neck. Looked into their eyes and had them look into mine.
And ours! Don't forget ours! - a young adult male Zeta-hybrid with bright blue-green eyes shows up to say, meaning its eyes
And so forth. Yet I do not have a photograph. Not a video. Not Hamish's shedded white sheets of scales in my hand. They live in another dimension, in the overtune or overtone they say between dimensions 2 and 3, we live in dimension 3.
I am not disgusting. - says the Ithaca Guatemalan non-bat
I must push aside the sadness of not having presentable evidence at this time, and embark joyfully on the quest of obtaining that evidence for you one day. I have begun asking the Reptilians to "physically manifest", thinking that they might be capable of entering into my dimension so that I could capture them on video. They have yet to do that, although I have caught colored flashes and glimpses of them in the past.
Meanwhile, I will enjoy just living life with my Aliens. Watching tv and Harry Potter with my Hamish.
Yes. And we steal our eggs. - Hamish
A wealth of alien discoveries awaits, as I embark on conscious awake abductions and hopefully some photographies.
Tell them that I like that. - Hamish with a mental image of the Japanese carp fish orange and white
It is just that I will have to wade through the uncomfortable realities... If I embark on remembering abductions and staying awake, I have to endure fecal sample collecting, which is fine they just insert a stick down there but what's worse they like me to defacate while there. I have to endure having my own hybrid children touching me when I am naked, and hybrids masturbating me and Thuban praying mantis and hybrids doing sexual activities with me. If I can somehow survive that, in between the worst is the best, and that is alien contact.
The question is, do I want to be a journalist and scientist, field biologist and adventurer, if it means wading through sexual atrocities? Am I meant to somehow
Hey you there! You are our circus animal! And we like for you to perform tricks. - speaks a Thuban
Sorry I don't usually post things like that. I usually put all of the adult stuff into the books. So if I can survive being mistreated by the Thuban praying mantis and hybrid children then I could awaken into alien contact.
Would you want to meet me? - speaks a green praying mantis
We have cymbals that we beat with. - GPM about, cymbals!
The green praying mantis has two antennae that are as if made of round balls thread in a row on ribbon, and the antennae move up and down, up and down. It is a beautiful animal. I love them. The green praying mantis are by the way not the same ones as the "Thuban" praying mantis.
We feel cold sometimes tell them that. We don't want to be drowned. - GPM
We have a medical jury here and it says that you cannot. - GPM, as I was about to ask that I want to stay awake there during abductions
I would very much like to stay awake when I am abducted. - me
I would very much like to know what I can do or say in order to get to stay awake during abductions. Please. I miss contact with you all. I so would like to be there when it happens, whatever it is that happens. - me
Well, this has been another episode, of life. In the scheme of things, I don't care anymore of my worries. Sure, I get raped. All the time. By the Thuban white praying mantis and their hybrid children. All the time. And it kills me because of the way that they do it. They use a white powdery sex drug that they rub under my nose, that makes my whole body tingly like in a white flame. But I want Alien contact. I want to see more, get to experience more, meet with them. I don't want to be asleep anymore when they abduct me. I am ready to stay awake and to know.
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