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Valentine's
June 29 2015, 10:35 PM - Turn your lights off, light some candles, or actually don't light candles cause Reptiles are afraid of fire, spread some rose petals, it's time for a late Valentine's Card. While translating pages for the next telepathy book "Noah's Ark" I came across Hamish giving me a description of the sexual act, at least how it goes with Dragon Turtles. I took the liberty of expressing it in a Valentine's Card:
My Aliens say "pimp" when they actually mean "prostitute". Human or hybrid men who are more or less forced to make females pregnant are referred to as a "pimp" among my Aliens. So maybe Hamish is saying here that their Dragon Turtle romance is consentual?
The Merry Henchmen
June 29 2015, 6:32 PM -
We are not called the Dragon Boys for a reason. - Illuminati man
I'm finishing completion of the 2nd of the telepathy books. In it featuring a chapter with the Queen Mother. She is the Fat White Lizard who pretends that she is Queen Elisabeth of England.
Please, do not call her fat. - IM
Both Queen Mother and another alien entity who poses as Prince Charles talk in that chapter. And looks like I'm already in trouble for it. I never published these pages anywhere before, because I had a feeling they might be trouble. So once I hit the publish button later on, make sure you get a copy before anything happens to it, or to me. But I'm one of those committed journalists who ends up dead down a well somewhere. How do I not publish it? All my years of chemistry training
Hey you, be a good sport. - says the white IM man
All my years of chemistry training have made it impossible for me to do data fudging. If you get 100 perfect results out of a science experiment, and then one of the data readings is way off, you are not allowed to just chuck it out and pretend it never happened. It has to be on the report too. And so if I start chucking out pages of my notes on alien contact, then what am I? Then what is this Project? Then it's trash, then I lose all the integrity as an honest and reliable reporter, observer, experiencer. So I cannot do it, no matter what the consequences.
So I was watching one of my tv series (Downton Abbey if you must know, yeah I'm a girl) when one of the white chubby Illuminati men who wear a black suit came by for a visit. He said that they are the "Merry Henchmen". Just from his use of the word "Merry" I instantly knew that he was from the aliens based in England, because no one says Merry in the United States, they just don't. And it seems there was an issue with the fact that I'm writing about their Queen Mother. We'll just have to see what the consequences are, then won't we, because the moment when I start hiding pages out of my notes is the day when I lose all my integrity. Which reminds me:
The other night when I had already gone to bed, the black reptilian who says he is of the Serpent race fusses at me and he tells me that there is "precum" on my clothes, well he means mine of course. So he made me do something about it, I had to get out of bed and have a shower and change my clothes. That is so vulgar that I've really struggled with where to put those notes, here on the website or in the pages that end up in the books anyway, so there it is. I'm not sure if that's what it was, women have, fluids. Yeah, so you see, I cannot keep anything out of my notes. How can I suppose to be documenting Reptilians, their thoughts, their behavior, our interaction, if I omit pieces that are vulgar or unseemly, or like now with the chapters of Queen Mother in the upcoming book "Noah's Ark" because there might be consequences? I write everything down. That's my motto.
We don't want to come into your bedroom anymore. But sometimes that happens. - IM
This Illuminati hybrid is now naked. He is a fat white alien, he is bottom-heavy and much of the fat belly rests against the floor when he sits on the floor. He has a fat tail. He is of the same make as the Queen Mother lizard who poses to be Queen Elisabeth. White Fat Lizards are trouble, they are energy rapists. Anyway, back to my motto, I have got a book to finish, so you find a lot of shocking truths there.
By the way, Hamish was claiming things today, "My garbage cans!", "My kitchen floor!", Mine this and Mine that! Everything he sees was Mine! And I was totally encouraging him. "Yes, Hamish, that is yours. You own everything. That is your garbage can, and this is your food." I shouldn't encourage Dragon, but how can I not, when he is being a cute Dragon?
We have gotten a lot of posts about you. About, this. - the IM speaks as I was getting back to my Downton Abbey episode
And it takes a lot before I send an alien being away, but what these White Fat Lizards do is they somehow engage with a human's energy system or nervous system or body's electricity and cause it to flare up and burn immensely. They then contort that energy into something sexual but it is all over the body from head to toes. It is just like being raped, but maybe more so. They then steal that energy into themselves, if you can believe such a thing, and then they leave the human drained of energy and feeling weak and dull. It really steals something out of the person, it feels like losing the soul, joy and love and being cast into a miserable darkness. So that is why I am sending them away. Now back to something so mundane as Downton Abbey, and hoping that Hamish claims some more things today because it is funny.
7:15 PM.
I was watching my tv series and started to coo over Reptilians, telling them how cute they are, and aww. Then the black Reptilian who says he is the Serpent race said that, and it reminded me that the aliens they really insist that Derek is dead. Derek was one of the men in black suits or MIBs who, from what I gather, was a human. Turns out he opposed the Reptilians eating hybrids or humans and the Agenda killed him for opposing. I still tell myself it isn't true, because I might turn pale and faint if I have to come to terms with the fact that Derek might be dead. I tell myself he is still alive somewhere, he is still alive in my thoughts, I just haven't spoken with him in a while, but the same is also true with many of my MIBs, and one day he will talk to me again, that man with orange-red hair and big 1980's glasses who was always nice to me. I won't allow him to be dead. He has to come back.
By the way did you know that the Agenda and alien abductions are really sexist? I was begging for a change in our routine, that I would get to stay awake for abductions from now on. Well turns out the Japanese men whom Hamish brings over from the Japanese Dragon Dynasty in, you guessed it, Japan, and even Korpral Olav Vetti who is Russian, these men who have sex with women like me during abductions, these men they get to stay awake for it. But I don't. If it weren't that I love Hamish, I would consider starting to smoke cigarettes because the nicotine would ruin my eggs for them. But I have to take care of my Dragon, which is why I'm eating yoghurt, for the eggs. It's so unfair.
Airship Admiral doesn't approve of my Dragon
June 28 2015, 2:52 PM - Last night the aliens told me the name of the visiting red raptor reptilian, it was either Alex or Axel I forgot. Turns out he is here to help Hamish with his work. Namely when I visit the big city Hamish is too slow and perhaps too big to step onto the trains and buses with me and that has been a problem in the past few days. I've just been telling Hamish that "I'll guard the eggs, you can stay at home and wait for me safely while I'm away". But the alien team solved it by hiring this raptor-type reptilian who is smaller and really fast, they say, so he can get on the trains with me when I do. So that's why he's here, hiding out in the closet room.
Dinosaur was showing me a mental image of a pond with a lilypad floating on the surface. He then showed me the image of a beautiful yellow lilypad flower for the longest time. Obviously it means that I am their flower. I told him to show the flower also to Hamish, because Hamish likes yellow flowers. Well, Hamish doesn't like yellow flowers he just calls me his yellow flower and Buttercup because I have the eggs that he later eats livers from. But nonetheless, show it to Hamish I thought.
Airship Admiral was visiting just a few minutes ago. When I saw him I knew he was the Airship Admiral, he looks like a Zeta Grey except his skin is beige-pink instead of white or gray and his eyes are not like Zeta eyes. He also is polite and friendly, unlike the Zetas. But when he showed me his helmet with a visor that he was holding in his hands, I knew for sure, that it was the Airship Admiral. He was here because he was concerned for me and wanted to check on my well-being, he told me that the Reptilians look into my uterus. The Airship Admiral was looking at Hamish, who was camping out in the toilet room on the ruggie rug as he always does, and Admiral looked at Hamish with disgust. And that just nearly broke my heart.
I wondered to myself, what have I gotten myself into? I love Hamish. I told the Airship Admiral, I am probably the only one in the universe who loves Hamish, and that someone has to. I have to take care of Hamish, because I love him. I could never abandon Hamish. And I thought back to all of our years together, how Hamish has shared his whole life with me. I won't ever leave my Hamish, I won't ever abandon him.
My hunchback. - Hamish in the other language
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June 27 2015, 10:28 PM - I gave it a try to communicate with benevolent ETs, the Ummo, Arcturians, and Pleiadians, and produced a little bit of useful writing. But I realize that my niche is with the Reptilians. I've gotten so accustomed to chatting with
My Livers, you said. About the Ummo, not. My livers. Only my livers. - Hamish
So accustomed to chatting with Reptilians that it's much more productive if I just stick with my scaly ones and keep that my expertise. Very few people can manage a conversation with Reptilians, let alone keep it humorous and entertaining like I do, so I'll just stick with my Reptiles.
Last night I embarked on a great interview with Zeta Reticuli Greys to produce what was meant to become the greatest ever book written about Zetas, but they ruined it all by just talking about nasty things, like big bath tubs filled with hybrid baby brain fluid and how the Zetas like to bathe in it. I wanted great conversations about history, these beings, about life, but no, they spoiled it totally.
And I begged the Zetas for an epic alien abduction adventure and awake contact and meeting with them, but all I got was a Dark Lord up to shenanigans and Fat White Lizard the Queen Mother hopping around and showing me itself with just one eye at the center of its forehead as some kind of tribute to the Agenda god The Eye. I wasn't pleased, and I guess I wasn't impressed. I have alien contact, and I want it to be epic, but it's just disappointing.
Today I have had a raptor-type Reptilian, the ones that are little and skinny and have a long snout filled with sharp teeth, and a long slithering tail, he has been standing in the closet room in my home, he says he was not allowed to be in the toilet room which obviously would have been his first choice. He has red coloration on his scales, but he is definitely not Hamish. I've been welcoming and friendly toward him, I invited him to come to stay in my bedroom, I've asked him if he is comfortable there in the closet space or if he would need anything, but he doesn't ask me of any favors. He just stands there and spys on me.
My Red Dragon
June 25 2015, 2:38 PM - Hamish is standing in the tiny toilet room, because in my new apartment the toilet is in a tiny room and the bathtub in a separate larger room. Both of these rooms have a bathroom ruggie rug, but Hamish only prefers the smaller toilet room with the tiny rug, probably because it has no windows and gets dark. He just stands there enjoying his feet on the plush rug, and he was thinking about his mouth and "vomit", because again (see below, previous entry) I wrote or thought about how he smells like vomit and cheese. I really shouldn't think about his smell, because the thought of it lingers on in Dragon.
It's not like I mean to offend him. I told him he smells like his race of Dragon Turtles, that it is a Dragon smell. I need him to know it's ok, it is not an insult. This beautiful fire engine red Dragon Turtle stands on the small bathroom rug, just being here in my home with me and guarding the eggs. I would give him the world, but that's all he seems to need from me.
Do you get bored? Hamish, do you get bored? - me
4:32 PM. Hamish told me that he likes it when I wash the floors. He had also mentioned the rags I wash the floors with today. So I washed the floors, just for Dragon. He likes the floors clean and every now and then he suggests it, and I am happy to oblige. The black Reptilian "of the Serpent race" is hanging around too. It seems he is after my eggs, obviously, and Hamish was mentioning the fights he has with other Reptilians over my eggs and that "he hasn't had to fight in a long while". I told the boys that I stay loyal to Hamish, that I am not changing Dragons. I would never abandon Hamish for another Reptile. Even if the Serpent would name our Reptilian-hybrid child Xerxes.
9:52 PM. Hamish showed me a mental image of himself standing with one red flat duck foot on a medium-size to small red plastic toy ball, which reminded me to tell you. A few days ago I sat on the bus and daydreamed about starting to date again and how nice it would be to be in love and dating someone. Hamish of course reads my thoughts and he disapproved of my plans, and he told me that instead I can play with the red ball for fun, meaning this very red ball that he was standing on today. And he said that the Zetas would give it to me. Ha ha ha, how is playing with a toy red ball any kind of substitute for a loving relationship with a human man? But you know me, I played along with Hamish's thoughts, letting them think that it was a great idea.
Actually, the reason why they suggest this ball to me is because many of the hybrid kids and adult Illuminati hybrids (the plump "Shark boys" as they are called) like to play with that ball and other toys, and so the aliens assume that I would think the same.
Knowing Reptilians
June 25 2015, 12:15 noon - Last night when I went to bed the Reptilians were letting me see them in mental images clearly. They have started doing more of that than before. Actually, Reptilians seem a lot self-conscious about being seen or met by humans. Usually when they are even "thinking about" letting a human being meet them, they will instead start talking about their smell. That they smell so bad to humans. And that their smell is so strong. It takes lots of persuading and reassuring to try to change their mind. I want them to know that I don't mind their smell, of course it is very pungent and offensive their smell, but I will not let it get in the way of any close contact, and I would certainly never again tell a Reptilian about his smell.
Because in the early times when me and Hamish were first getting acquainted, he used to come up perfectly close to me, red scales against my skin, breathing with his pungent exhale down my neck with a warm exhale. And I made the mistake of letting him know that he smells like "rotten cheese and vomit". So still, nearly four years later, every now and then
We come here only for the babies, nothing else. Nothing to do with you, now. So stop being ridiculous with us! You are pungent yourself. And yes, we think so. - black Reptilian
Every now and then Hamish will just say something short and concise, about "cheeses". With which he means that he knows I have told him that he smells like cheeses. And I beg him! Hamish please forget about what I said! But a Reptilian never forgets. They have excellent memory. So the task is then to try to get them to change their mind, to somehow talk words to them that will make them "realize" something that isn't even true: that their smell is not bad to us humans. That it's ok. And you can't fool or trick a Reptilian. So how am I supposed to do this? I try to tell him, "but you smell right, it is the Draconian smell". Nope. Doesn't work. "It is in your DNA, it is your race, that smell", I say. Doesn't work either. "You smell good?", I've even tried that. "You smell like Hamish, and I like your smell". Doesn't work. I have told him that he smells really bad and he will never forget.
But in general, Reptilians seem - with me - to kind of like being seen by humans. Reptiles are very fond of themselves. They appreciate their good handsome looks, especially their tail. Here is a trade secret: if you compliment a Reptilian on their "handsome" tail, they take it as a compliment. They also like to be tugged on the root of their tail, or stroked along the tail, and that's probably the only way you could ever hug or get to touch a Reptilian, because any time I try to tell Hamish in words or in images that I would love to hug him, he takes it as if I was just intending to bite or attack him and he is offended.
Reptilians don't intend to scare humans by being seen. They don't want or expect a human to be so scared of what they look like. Nor to be so repulsed by their strong smell. They don't mean any of that. They want to be admired for their advanced genetic race, for their dominant ways, and honored for their strength and determination. They don't want to be screamed at, or humans almost puking because of their very difficult smell. They are sensitive beings. Their hearing is super sensitive and vulnerable. They are neat and tidy animals. And it is perfectly possible to have interesting and meaningful conversations with them. But first you have to get through months of honoring and worshipping before you are on any kind of friendly terms. Their heads have to be filled up with plenty of ego and adoration and acknowledgement of their self-perception of power and prestige, before they are anywhere ready to start talking about normal stuff.
I still throw the average "I honor you", "you are a magnificent race", "I like the Reptilians", and other forms of appreciation to them, when we interact. But we have gotten a far way from "You must honor my scales!", and "I need to be honored!" that we begun with. We have gotten a long way, me and the Reptilians. Built a kind of mutual situation that works. They even tell me, that I am not like other humans. I have acquired some esteem in their eyes. They think something of me, but it wasn't easy to get there and it sure took time.
When the Reptilians first met me, ever since the start I remained respectful. Most humans, and I think this might be hardest on the men of our species, will easily get offended and get into arguments with the Reps. The Reptilians will throw constant insults and offense, and constantly try to undermine you and make you award them a dominant position. It can be very irritating and angering, and I often wonder how other humans handle this interaction. But for one, I've marvelled at them being a genuine intelligent alien species, and what a wonder that is. Second, as a scientist I'm trained to observe and to not impart any changes on the topic of my studies. In a chemistry lab, I do not breathe on the chemistry glassware with boiling chemicals, I do not touch fingerprints on the glass to change its mass, I just set things up and watch them happen. Then I take notes, and it is as if I was not even there. In the science lab, you want to learn about what you are seeing, and so you make sure you are not causing any changes to it, or otherwise you are only watching your own effect on things, and you learn not about what those things were genuinely. I want to learn about the genuine Reptilians, and not who they are when they get into a yelling match with the humans.
I already know who I am as a human, and we humans know ourselves as a species quite well. I am not interested in learning about the Reptilians as they are when effected by humans. No. I want to know who they are, as if humans were not even there tampering with them. Sure, they are vicious creatures, they eat organs and they torment their prey. They like weird and creepy sadistic things like blood. They think they are the dominant race. And sure, I can teach them about compassion, or condemn them to hell for putting a plastic bag over a man's head and watching him slowly suffocate to death (Hamish does that), or stepping with their foot down on a hybrid or human child's back to push its head under water in a river so that it drowns and so that its liver can be eaten (Hamish does that too).
I can condemn their predatory and self-centered ways. I also condemn that humans eat meat and put the meat industry animals through torment and hell. Wolves rip into living prey and tear off their flesh while they are still living. Sure, the Reptilians are predatory beings. But that doesn't mean that I should get into a yelling match and try to trash their entire culture and destroy everything they've built up and what they think of themselves. Especially when humans are carnivorous and cruel to animals too.
I marvel the Reptilians. And that there makes me the public enemy of many who have sworn the Reptilians as mortal enemies.
Scientific curiosity, but also tremendous compassion and love, and a huge sense of humor, that is how I seem to have tamed these beasts a bit. Because we get along great. Last night Hamish again stood in the entrance hall to a Reptilian base, right next to a blue barrel filled with latrine which among other components contains Reptilian poo. This morning a black Reptilian the one who is the Serpent race tells me that the Reptilian hybrids with a tail, he will name one of them Xerxes. And as soon as he knew I had woken up, Hamish was eager to come into my room to show me his back hump, and he told me about his back hump over and over again, so proud he is of it, and I acknowledge it, "Yes, Hamish, you have got a gorgeous back hump."
People love wolves and they love lions. People even love killer whales. Predatory beings that rip into living prey. Yet everybody seems to think that Reptilians must be hated. Because now the tables are turned, namely the Reptilians can eat parts from humans. I have no obligation to hate the Reptilians. Because my hatred would not change their ways, because their ways are not contingent on my emotional response or on my personal moral convictions. I also condemn humans for eating hamburgers. Reptilians are amazing sentient living beings, and does it take a scientist to dare to say that? To see the beauty in them? Reptilians, they have little serpent heads that are filled with thoughts. They remember their mothers and childhood. Each has an identity and sense of self. They are alien beings from outer space. They talk. They even have a sense of humor and a way to laugh by raising their lower eyelids up halfway across the eyes.
Heaps
June 24 2015, 7:32 PM - Deep breath, here we go. Updates.
A black Reptilian has been visiting and sending me mental images of himself. He says he is the Serpent race, which sounds very specific to say since he doesn't call himself a "Reptilian" or a "Draconian". He is black with shiny scales like a snake, in fact he looks a lot like a black snake. The eyes are also all black and reflect shine. Like many Reptilians, he is vicious and snappy, but we get along - only! - because I treat them with utmost respect, kindness, coo, humor, and carefully.
We don't like that last part. The coo. Other than that we are fine here. - the Serpent Reptilian or another black ET
I was cutting broccoli into pieces and dropping them into boiling water for my dinner. The Thuban Auntie Lady was whispering to the hybrid kids, "Come look! She is eating grass!".
Today Hamish did a sexual conquest of me and it was a tender reminder of the good old days back in 2011 when he used to do that when we were first getting acquainted. It started like this: today I was working on translating pages for the 2nd telepathy book "Noah's Ark" and one of the lines was the Thuban saying "Yuck! Puke!" about seeing my menstruational blood. Hamish was watching carefully as I worked on the text, and he asked me what I had written and what it was. So I told Hamish that I was translating a line where Auntie had said yuck about my menstruational blood. Now that got Hamish so excited, the mention of my period blood, that he did what I call a "conquest"...
... in which a Reptilian possesses the human body and steers it, while the human (me) will see and feel the Reptilian body very closely and intimately. I was on the bed and he rolled me over on my belly, he propped me up with an arched back, and it was as if his body were laying on top of mine, overlapping with mine, our bodies merged together. It is incredibly intimate of an experience with a being, more intimate than when two humans have sex, much closer, much more merged, and all over. Hamish does conquests and wrestling of me every now and then yes, but this time he was feeling pleasure from the thought of my blood. It is similar to a strong sexual pleasure, only it has of course got nothing to do with sex, genitals, mating, or reproduction, just that it is intensely pleasurable which the Reptilians feel - not from sex - but from hunting and domination, blood and prey. So Hamish and me shared a deeply sexual moment together, just like that. And he kept on telling me, that "it was ok" that the blood had been mentioned. It was, as if he was comforting me and reassuring me that my period blood was ok, after I had been told "Yuck" about it by the Lady Thuban.
A Dark Lord told me last night or the night before that the moon of Earth was built by "them" and that they have bases on the back side of the moon.
The Reptilians want to make Reptilian-hybrid babies with me again, and they say it is imperative (though they don't use the word imperative) that I do not eat any sugar if it is to succeed. I was again shown a mental image of a Reptile-human hybrid fetus which has the curved tail which curves and forms a spiral. Here is the drawing of these again:
I got to telepathically talk to one of these Reptilian hybrids which was a child or juvenile. It told me it was a better race than I because it contained Reptilian genetics. It was a bit sassy and self-confident like that. Yet it has also been told that it is not a full Reptilian and not as good as they. I was excited of the prospect of having Reptilian babies. For one: I suspect that these hybrids do not end up being eaten by the Reptilians. And: I actually feel maternal love and pride for these babies, because I feel a close connection to Reptilians. I used to feel like a mom for the white hybrid children, until they turned out to be arrogant and molesting me, so I completely reject the white hybrids. But these Reptilian hybrids is a new chance, a new reason to feel excited about the alien contact.
Another story: I spoke to a Reptilian the other day who said that "they were here first", they were living on planet Earth a long time ago before there were humans. Then some alien species came to Earth and placed the humans here, they say, and the Reptilians were forced to move underground. Reptilians would want to have this planet back from the humans. And a Reptilian told me that they once had female Reptilians, but that their females were taken away, and that is the reason why Reptilians always say that "they have no eggs" and why they are infertile. And why the Reptilians too need my eggs.
Here is a letter from a reader:
And the reply that either a black Reptilian or a Dark Lord gave to the question asked:
We would like to tell them why. It is because we have got advanced weapons here, that we do not want humans to lay their hands on. And??? Did we mention to you about the eggs? That we take them. And, the caveat of that is, that we cannot do it for long. They, the others, are chasing us away soon. And therefore we need more eggs, for food. So?? Do we make ourselves understood now, clear? I hope
that answers his question for him. THAT IT WAS ABOUT THE WEAPONS WE SAID! That we do not want the humans to have them! Drats! We have a very advanced base. That we do not want you to find. And, that is therefore why we are hiding. - black Reptilian
Ok! As for lack of compassion, yes that is correct. However, they are compassionate about their own kind.
Eva Hamish listens to Enya
June 23 2015, 12:25 noon - Normally I almost only listen to techno and trance or ambient electronic music, and Hamish is uncomfortable with it for his sensitive hearing and he asks me to turn it off or he doesn't come as close to me in my room because of the music. Today for a great change I listened to Enya. I noticed when Enya's song "O Come O Come Emmanuel" was playing that Hamish was deeply listening to it, he seemed to be enjoying it. This isn't the first time I've noticed that Hamish actually loves listening to female choir.
Hamish's race of Dragon Turtles do have their own vocal language, consisting of grunts, purrs, grunt-purrs, growls, belches, pops, palate clicks, a basooning horn or goose sound, and various intonations of exhales. When I have a hiccup then by default he thinks I am communicating something to him. He responds to certain sounds that he hears as if they were speaking to him when they are not.
This time, with this song by Enya, and with the other female choir he has enjoyed, he listens deeply and he tries to hear "what they are saying" in the choir. But he doesn't do that with other vocal singers, only with serene choir. It is amazing to see him listening deeply, he even becomes serene from the choir. Obviously it must trigger something in his Draconian language center of the brain. Many of the exhales he makes for communication do in fact communicate "I am friendly", or "I am calm", or "I am pleased", or "I appreciate this", and I suspect that the female choir triggers in him what he must feel when a Draconian does those exhales that say positive and benevolent things. It is marvellous, I will play it for him a few more times. Note, it is not Enya's singing here that he responds to, it is purely the female choir which is not singing any words.
Hamish visits man with black snake
June 20 2015, 12:19 noon - Hamish is on a visit. Perhaps, I wonder, if one of you readers might have invited him to your home? Otherwise I have no clue as to who that man is, or how Hamish may have found this place. Hamish stands there looking around, and he really likes it there. It seems that the young man who lives there has invited Hamish to come over for a visit. The apartment is decorated in black and red colors. There is a red or black curtain drape not on the window but in the living room. The man has a terrarium with a black snake in it. Hamish tells me that it is very "rustic" there, which is his way of saying quiet and calm, which he likes. And that it is very "serene" there and he says that is what he needs and likes.
Are you one of the Dragons? - the man asks Hamish
When I saw Hamish looking at the terrarium with a black snake, I told Hamish that the man who lives there (whom I do not know) that "he honors that little scales" and that therefore "he has wanted to honor you big scales too". I said to Hamish that the man gives mouse snacks to the snake.
There is nothing in the world as delightful as getting to watch a Reptilian who is in a new home for the first time. How they look around and notice everything. I would have that any time rather than a good movie. They are so aware, and also so curious, and they make themselves acquainted with the surroundings, and there are always so many things around a human's apartment for them to look at and figure out. I've tried asking Hamish for the man's name and address or country so that I could find this person. If any of you readers have a black snake in a terrarium and have invited Hamish for a visit, then write to us and maybe we can devise a way together to prove that Hamish is in fact real!
Hm. Maybe I should get a pet snake in honor of the Reptilians? I'm not really into having pets right now, and least of all a snake, but I've been thinking of getting Hamish a goldfish because he finds them mesmerizing and beautiful because of their scales.
*I was in my apartment the whole time. Hamish left to go visit this man, and I don't know where he went or who that man is. I would like to find out.
I now hear the young man thinking how he would like to have a Dragon living with him. He is obviously someone who loves reptiles. I tell the man, though I do not know if he can hear me, that I would let Hamish stay with him for as much as he wants as long as he provides for Hamish a good home. I really wouldn't mind sharing Hamish with other Homo sapiens (=humans). Having Hamish around is the best in the world. And my home is not the best for him, I wish he would have more fun things to do. And so if a reptile lover who has snakes would love to keep Hamish in their home for a while, I would be more than delighted, because if Hamish can spend time with other people who adore... honor him and give him a good place to be (don't forget the rugs, and a good sofa)
It wasn't really clean here, I said to him. And no!! I won't want rugs here! - Hamish says to me
I am by the way if anyone is wondering a really cleanly person. On a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of cleanliness in a home I am around 9.5. The floors are always vacuumed and washed in my home, I never leave dirty dishes, and I clean anything that needs cleaning right at once. I keep a spotless home, so much that average people would not know how to "live in it". I even think about bacteria and disinfect where appropriate. When I visit other people I rarely see "normal homes" kept as clean as mine. I'm not in a weird way I'm just not lazy about cleaning. But it keeps visiting Reptiles happier, they like it clean too.
If anyone is a Reptile lover and has reptiles, preferably if you have both reptiles and a fish aquarium in your home, me and Hamish could visit you in person. I just want to give him a good life. It was clear that he wanted to stay in that man's "rustic" home, but he felt obliged to come back here to guard the eggs. I wish Hamish could have a better life, I must not think about it or I will start to cry and I don't have time for crying I've got shopping to do.
There was no manure there. For me a rug, no! - Hamish, he has looked into the snake terrarium and seen that there was no snake poo there, and Hamish narrates the black snake and thinks that it wants a rug to lie on, these were in my native language (NL)
No, I can't help it, I break down into tears. This amazing Reptile person, his thoughts, his impressions, I just love him so deeply. I wish I had Hamish's scales to cry into, I wish he would hold me when I'm crying over my love and affection for him. I would die for that Dragon, and every day I do, because my heart cannot bear the love I have for him.
You don't think that we are disgusting, like everybody else says. I am that snake, not. And yes, we think that it deserves a better home. Would you? Eva? Go there and retrieve it? - black Reptilian who wears a dark tight-fit uniform says
How many coins do you have, I could take it from there? - Hamish
Hamish knows I need to buy toilet paper today, well I have three rolls left but you saw I keep the home in order. Earlier he was looking around that man's home and asking him if he has toilet paper, Hamish was wanting to take some from there to bring here. And now Hamish is wondering if he should take some money from that man's home so that I can buy toilet paper. Hamish is not thinking about stealing, he's just trying to help me get some toilet paper. He's trying to help. And of course I can buy my own toilet paper no need to send me any.
Dragon is disgusted, and Dark Lords travel through The Eye
June 20 2015, 10:15 AM - Last night when I went to bed, Hamish stood on my bedroom floor. He was very upset, namely he was disgusted that I have a bag of laundry in the room. He pointed to it and wanted me to get rid of it. Reptilians are surprisingly cleanly and tidy. You wouldn't expect it of these big brute monsters but if you have dirty dishes on your desk, used socks on the floor, or an innocent bag of laundry in the bedroom, resident Reptilians will point to it and say "No". He is sincerely disgusted by it, and he isn't just acting. I just did laundry yesterday or the day before, there can't be more than one or two things in the laundry bag. And they notice everything, so don't think you can hide anything nasty anywhere in the room. They will find it. Oh, and he also had a problem with the trashbag sitting next to the laundry bag of course. Oh, my Dragon.
I need to get Dragon a big bathroom rug for the bedroom so that he has enough space to put his scales on it and enjoy the soft feeling underneath his feet. Also I like to have him tending to his business in my room when I sleep, it's as safe and nurturing of a feeling as falling asleep knowing that the cat is licking its fur at the end of your bed.
Did you know that Hamish always wipes his feet carefully after he has pood? His poo is always soft and makes like a soft cowpattie, so some of it can get on the soles of his feet, and
Yes, my mother taught me how to clean. She said, always be neat and tidy. So I did it therefore! And not with the Zeta Remulans. They tell me to do it also. They tell me, "Hamish pick up your feet for us?" And I have to bathe there. - Hamish
He wipes his feet backwards about two times on each foot alternating the feet one foot at a time. But he also wipes his feet clean at times when he has not just recently pood. Sometimes he wipes his feet real fast on the rug! It is really cute watching him standing on a bathroom rug, as he uses them as his cleaning stations. He can just stand on a tiny square of a bathroom rug for hours. It's this comical and heartmelting blend of a very vicious dangerous dominating red dragon who eats livers who then stands on a cute little square of a plush rug because it feels nice and soft under his feet.
Dark Lord told me about The Eye this morning. He said that the Dark Lords travel through The Eye all the time, that it is a tunnel. I asked if they use a spaceship for that travel, he said yes they do almost always use a spaceship, and I said and what about when you don't? He said that on a rare occasion they are on a comet which passes through The Eye. I asked if they notice anything while they are in The Eye, he said that they do not. So we learn that The Eye, it is not only the creator and devourer of space fabric, but is also used by the Dark Lords as what sounds to me like a wormhole in space for travel.
What Happy Means
June 19 2015, 7:31 PM - I asked Hamish where he is. He has been standing in the tiny toilet room on the tiny bathroom ruggie, all alone there in the dark. "Aren't you bored? Isn't that room too small for you?", I worried about his well-being. "My eggs", said he.
I have a Dragon living with me since at least nearly four years back, but lately he has been telling me about how he watched me when I was a child too, when I had no idea, how he stayed under the staircase or in the corner of the garden. Reptilians are tremendously aware creatures. They see and hear and notice everything to a much greater extent than we humans do. For us humans, it would take a great amount of focus and paying attention, which we humans can manage for short amounts of time, but for Reptilians it is constant.
I have also learned over the years that a Reptilian doesn't seem to ever get bored, even when they are doing "nothing". The way that time passes in their mind doesn't regularly calculate "boredom" for them as our human minds do for us. They are very present and are living in the here and now, and we can envy them for that.
I didn't want to see your panties again. Tell them that. - Hamish in my other language, why he says this, read older entries below
I keep asking him, whether he and I should do a fun day trip someplace. Should we visit a park, or go to an aquarium to look at the fish? What would he like to do? Where would he like to be? What experiences, and environments, would Dragon enjoy? What moments of pastime would make life meaningful for him, what would bring him joy, what thoughts would matter to him in that little head of his, because in that tiny head which is just a face on the end of a long tubular neck, ornamented by pairs of blunt orange buttons along the neck, yellow bulging eyes with a vertical slit pupil, inside there is a person, and he is the person I love the most in this whole world.
He never wants us to go anywhere, in fact he seems the happiest when I stay at home. Because his job is to keep track of me at all times. He has asked me to let him know beforehand where I go, and so I tell him, always where I am going, so that Dragon can know and not worry. And I tell him to please stay at home, that I will guard the eggs while I've gone shopping. And Dragon always greets me when I come home, in fact as soon as he sees that I am definitely headed home he sends me a mental image of himself standing in the hallway next to the front door, and I tell him "Yes Hamish, I am coming home, I will be there with you soon", and then a little spark in my heart gets excited to see him too. And we are both happy to see each other, but for different reasons. He for the eggs, undoubtedly, and me for the best friend I have ever known.
I won't bite you for what you said. About coming home to me. But it was, Yes-No to that. - Hamish
Sometimes when I've been away from home for a long time and I come home, I can see that Dragon is both excited and relieved to see me, and he greets me in the hallway. He likes to have me at home.
I have gone to bed at nights having Hamish being the last thing I see and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep for many years now, and even though we are not in the same bed, as I am in bed and he, usually on the bathroom rug, it makes him kind of in a way a husband for me. He is the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, "Hamish! Good morning Hamish? What did you do when I was asleep? Are you feeling good? Did you have snacks? Are you a Happy Dragon?", I like to ask him, even if I usually only get "My eggs" as an answer, even if that. Sometimes he shows me a white sheet of scales in the mornings. I can tell if he has eaten food at night because then he will be aggressive and hostile in the morning. Who knows what Dragon gets up to, when I sleep at night.
He sees me during every moment of my life. He watches me when I sleep, and I think I've learned in just the past few days that Hamish might in fact come up close to me when I sleep and step with his feet either on my back or next to me on the bed, which I don't mind at all if he does. He sees me eat, he watches me on the computer, he watches me at the toilet and in the shower. And he probably reads every single thought that goes in my head, because as soon as I begin to fantisize about maybe finding myself a real human man for a boyfriend and maybe husband, he objects, and I am instantly taken back from my dreams and into my life with Dragon.
We know each other inside and out. When he makes me smile, I put my index finger on my eyelid to show him that my upper eyelids would be closing down diagonally halfway across the eye, which is how Dragons smile. Or when Hamish says or does something which is funny and is ok for me to laugh about without offending him (because sometimes he is funny but if I say so then it would offend his power as a Reptile) then I put my index finger on the lower eyelid and he knows that I am laughing in the Reptile way.
When he wants to tell me that he has seen me, he will possess my hand and put my index finger to press against or gently tap against the outer corner of my eye, meaning "my eye has seen", and so when I want to let Hamish know that I have seen whatever it was that he was showing me, I do the same, I put my index finger at the corner of my eye and he knows what it means. For instance if he is tending to his shedded scales and I want to let him know that I have seen it, I do that.
I don't smile with my mouth to him, because that is how humans smile. I smile like Dragons do. And I don't laugh with the sounds that laughing humans make, I laugh like Dragons laugh, and yes Dragons do have a sense of humor, in fact they laugh often and you will notice that if you know that they raise their lower eyelids halfway up across the eye.
I know how to make the right exhales to express things which I couldn't even translate into human languages anymore, so intricate are they. There is a thing where I lean my body slightly and slowly downward and forward and then make a slow exhale in two steps, it kind of means "I approve, I am a friend". Hamish does that with me at times, and now I do it to him too. More and more, this Dragon has let me into his heart and life. I know him so intimately. I am not sure whether it was intended to be that way, because perhaps we feel each other and hear each other's thoughts and have to live together all because he is here guarding the eggs and watching carefully, but in all that I have gotten so close to him.
When he visits his favorite river in a forest he sends me a mental postcard, not because he has to, but it seems that he likes to share it with me for the same reasons why a child shows its mother the drawing it has made. He is happy when he puts his feet into the shallow water of the river and gets to spend time in the forest where he eats and uses bathroom and cleans himself up and tends to himself, and I want to believe that when he shares his happiness in that picture to me and he feels that it makes me happy too and I bounce my own happiness back to him in that we feel each other's feelings, I want to know that he is sharing his feelings with me because he has discovered that I feel his happiness with him and that I send it back multiplied. I'm not sure if he has realized yet that it means that I am someone who loves him, that I am someone who will send positive and loving thoughts and feelings to him which will brighten up his day, but he enjoys it, and he shares more and more of his joys with me.
When he sees a yellow flower, or a red tomato, or is feeling proud of his shedded scales laid tidily on a rug, or is watching a Japanese man feed brightly colored orange koi fish with fish food pebbles, he feels a joy, he is happy in life, and he shares it with me. He sends me a picture of what it is he is doing and seeing when he feels joy. And so he shows me tomato flowers, Japanese koi fish swimming in the water, or his feet anklehigh in the water of his favorite river, and there is joy and happiness in his images. I see what he sees, and I feel what he feels, and he shares it with me. He doesn't have to share it with me, but he chooses to, and I share those moments with him, and I send them back to him with more love and joy. He knows that I love him
I won't bite your fingers! - Hamish ready to bite my fingers, usually that is a warning if I offended him
He wouldn't send those pictures to someone who hates him. If someone only hated him and showed him anger, then he would not share his joyful moments with that person.
It hurts to love someone so much, because I worry about him. Did anyone ever love him before? What was his childhood like? Did anyone ever say to little Hamish, "Hamish, you are so very loved, and beautiful, and one day you will know that about yourself". Did anyone in his life ever look into his eyes to see who he is deep down as a soul? My heart is lacerated with the love I have for this Dragon and many times I have been sobbing over it. I love him so much, every morsel of him.
I was not a pet. Yes-No, morsel. I was not made of bits! I was not made of bits I said, and I was angry. Yes-No. I was not a flower! - Hamish, "flower" in my native language (NL), he is not angry when he speaks here
And now his lower and upper eyelids close almost fully and he is smiling. So he is a Happy Dragon.
Lasarus answers question from a reader
June 18 2015, 10:19 PM - One of our French readers asked a question for the ETs:
1) Get your experiments on humans in order to improve the human species or not? Can you explain why you do this ?
Lasarus the Zeta and Hamish the Reptile give an answer:
Lasarus, do your experiments improve on the human race? - me
I hope that answers your question!
Thanks,
Let me help you with that...
June 17 2015, 2:37 PM - I went to the shops and told Hamish I was buying some tampons. Hamish, who was waiting at home, he knows where I keep a dish of coins in my room. He shows me mental images of him at those coins and he says something like "Let me give you some money for that", he got really eager to help me pay for the tampons. He never does that no matter what other things I am buying. I thought it's cute. Especially since it's my own money in the dish in the first place. But I thanked Dragon for helping me with shopping.
Hamish shows me a mental image of a blood-soaked tampon. "Do you like them Hamish?" I ask in the other language. "Let me tell you like this: I worship them!" says Dragon in the other language. It's the blood in case you didn't realize. Bloody tampons are catnip to Dragons.
I wanted to devour them! - Hamish says quite sincere, in the other language, about bloody tampons
Oh and he also asked me if I would keep some tampons in my purse, which I always make sure I do two of them. So I said yes to Dragon I will keep some in my purse. And that made Dragon let out a purring growl out of delight. Catnip, I'm telling you, catnip.
Reptilian latrine barrel
June 17 2015, 10:02 AM - Last night when I went to bed a Reptilian was in an underground Reptilian base in a room that has a few big pipe funnels like air ventilation pipes I would presume one going vertically and another horisontally close to the floor. It looked like an entrance room before entering into the "main base" through some doors. There was a blue metal barrel with no lid cover standing in the room next to the Reptilian. The Reptilian wanted to show me this barrel, and said it contains vomit from abductees as well as feces from Reptilians. I was concerned, I told the Reptilian not to stand near because it is unsanitary, I said why is there no lid for it, watch out for spills, don't get anywhere near that filthy thing! The Reptilian didn't seem to mind standing fairly near about an arm's length away from it. A human would have been so repulsed and stood at the other far end of the room huddled in the corner crying and screaming about the barrel and holding their nose and hurry home to have a bath followed by ten showers.
It is basically their waste barrel or latrine barrel and the Reptile said that it is there so that the military will pick it up and take it away. I was puzzled as to why the Reptile bases do not have proper water plumbing. I was concerned that this barrel is almost filled up to the brim and still it has no lid to cover it or properly contain the material. But nonetheless, aren't we pleased to learn yet another of the secrets of Reptilian life? Can you imagine the smell? I will safely assume from this observation that Reptilians are not so repulsed by the smell of human vomit.
Which comes as no surprise, given since my dear Hamish for instance has a strong body odor which I've described as the smell of "vomit and rotten cheese". I've also learned that Reptilians, based on my observations, are not as prude about their feces as we humans are about ours. Hamish for instance has no scruples showing me a mental image of his poo, and he doesn't hurry to cover it or get rid of it and get as far away as possible from it as a human would. He can stand near that mudpuddle, wiping his feet backwards on the ground just to make sure his feet are clean, and just stand there next to it thinking about life. Often he has a fully exposed pile in the corner of the room where he dwells, such as my bathroom, or in the hangar building at the Japanese coast where they load up those cargo ships. Can you imagine a human being placing down a poo in the corner of their room, leaving it fully exposed, just wiping your feet a bit, and then carrying on business on the computer?
It was my older snacks, and then of course I do not want it. It wasn't mine to have. Not over there in the hangar building! - Hamish
We must remember that these are alien species. This does not make them despicable beings because we cannot judge them on the basis of what we expect, or are accustomed to, of humans.
Last night I got to see a few of those rarely granted mental visuals of Zeta Greys. So beautiful, but their heads are not those lightbulb shaped but are flatter on the top. Gorgeous all-black eyes. But they are vicious! One wrestled me brutally on the bed, just like you see on cop shows on tv how the cop will push a crook against the wall and pin their arms behind their back, that sort of thing. I want to think I am getting closer to having that nightly awake contact with the aliens...
Last night I dreamt that I was in a home for children. I was shown a book which had all the many various things presented that the children here are taught. There were "colors", the names and looks of various colors are taught to the children. There were "musical instruments", such as the trumpet and drums. And there was a great big picture of an erect penis. I was outraged! I objected! I went to the two adults who worked there and told them I was going to film their activities as evidence and hand it in to the authorities and close them down! Of course it's likely that I was visiting the Zetas and hybrid children, only I saw it through a dream and they were humans.
I wasn't there. It wasn't my home, this. - Hamish "home, this" was in my native language
This morning Hamish stood on the floor of my bedroom. "Good morning Hamish! How are you?", I like to greet him every morning. I also tend to wish him a good night at nights. He was angry, upset about something. "These floors are not clean for me!", he said, standing on the floor quite pompous to demonstrate that his two flat red duck feet were in fact firmly set on that very floor which was deemed not clean, whereas that makes me think then why are you standing there if the floors aren't clean? He repeats one more time, "These floors are not clean for me!". So I promise him that I will vacuum the floors today and then wash them with cloth and soap and water, and I am puzzled since the floors are actually clean here. He then points to the laundry bag I have sitting near the bed, and then he points to the trash bag that is near to the desk. And then I understand, these are why the floor is not clean.
I have a bag with laundry, used clothes that are going in the washing. It is normal for people to have a bag of laundry in a room. People who stand near it do not feel as if it makes the entire room or floor unclean to stand on. And most of us expect to have a trashbag or trashcan in a room such as a bedroom or an office, and we do not feel that it renders the entire floor unsanitary. But you should know about Reptilians that they like it neat and tidy. I've lived with Dragons for almost four years now and they still do not understand why I would keep a bag in my room and put trash in it. It is outrageous for them. Hamish then said that he had gone through all of the used panties in my laundry bag to check and make sure that they did not have any eggs on them. It's good that Hamish and me have been close friends for four years soon because otherwise having a strange man going through my used panties would have felt a bit offensive. He said there were no eggs there by the way, so aren't we pleased.
I was shown a mental image of one of my daughters at the Agenda. She was 8 years old they later said. She was wearing a black ballerina suit the one that looks like a one-piece bathing suit. She said she would dance for me. I told her I would love to watch her dance. She did some slow ballerina poses and a slow twirl. I complimented her and told her how good it was. Hamish approached her and his mouth was watering and gurgling and it was clear that Hamish was thinking of her liver, he might have even said "liver" or "snacks". I learned that Hamish would indeed be eating this girl's liver that night, and she had been brought to me so that I could see her on her last moment alive before she died. The girl didn't seem upset or scared, she told me that she would be killed and eaten as if... I don't know, kind of like how you would say that today is Wednesday.
11:46 AM. Hamish was looking at me and I closed my eyes and tried my best to convey to him my feelings of how much I love him while I was thinking "I love you" to him. I then see a mental image of a Zeta, it shows me an image of a red barn, "You are a barnyard animal, you don't have to love him.", and he says it in the most contemptuous and demeaning way to me.
I don't have a title for this, I guess I'm used by the alien Agenda for my eggs
June 16 2015, 9:56 PM - Last night when I crawled into bed for the night, a Zeta requested that I put on some makeup. I said "You should have told me sooner, and then I would have done it, but now I am already in bed" so I didn't bother to get up and do my makeup. Then a MIB tells me I should have a bath and wash up properly. I said "I already had a shower just now before going to bed", so I didn't bother to get up to have a bath and shave my legs and all that. But what I didn't know was that the Agenda had set me up on a date per the Illuminati Dating Services Inc. (that's a joke, there is no dating service like that, I mean they do match people up for sex dates or rapes actually but it doesn't have that name).
I had a dream where an actual royal person had sex with me twice. Many people report "meeting" royal persons or celebrities during alien abductions and being had sex with by them
It was better than seeing me. - says a big tall red Dragon
David Icke supports the theory that these encounters with human royals during Reptilian abductions is connected to these royal humans actually being reptoid in one form or another. I have met plenty of "humans" in my Agenda stories: lots of royal figures both English and Swedish, American politicians, Russian politicians, Russian and American military officers, a media mogul, John Kerry, Colin Powell, a Cardinal in red dress from the Vatican, a Pope in white dress from the Vatican, not to mention the Agenda have told me actor Christopher Walken is "one of theirs" and that actor Tom Cruise has "Dragon's blood". One possibility is that the Agenda want to present fake humans who would instill respect, trust, or admiration in the abductee.
The Reptilians talk on and on about how they wish to be Kings or even Gods. Yet when a human meets them, most humans scream and are afraid of them. What if Reptilians pose as humans in positions of power in order to receive the reception that they want?
I think of Captain Robert "Bob" Stephens. This is a man who by all means seemed to be a genuine American military captain, who spoke to me telepathically and remote viewed to look at me ever since my teens and for a few years. Many years later when I got to know Hamish the red Reptilian, I found out that Stephens had in fact always been my Hamish. Hamish posed as the human Stephens so that I would not be afraid, yet so that we could talk and interact together and be close. What convinces me the most is how Stephens was always so disgustingly and excessively fond of my tampons when I menstruated. And we know how Hamish loves my bloody tampons, how he will go rummage around in the trashcan when he thinks I'm asleep.
Sergeant Wilkes, most of the time when I see him it looks like a half-and-half morph between a military officer in uniform and hat and a skinny raptor reptile. Wow. Am I all alone then? I have always thought that I had these human men watching over me, Jack from the NASA team, Captain Stephens, Major Cunningham, Tyler MacIntyre, Gillespie, Derek who they now say is dead, General Patton, General Davies, Captain Marsden, Assistant Carlisle, all of them. Am I really all alone with the aliens? I would feel liberated, with nothing but empty outer space in between me and my Zetas.
But I still want to think that perhaps the military and MIBs are real humans. I have no way of knowing, and I want my readers to also be undecided, because we just don't know at this point.
The latest addition to my "men" is the one who is in a wheelchair. He has white hair and golden tan skin. He also happens to be one of the most handsome men in the whole universe, but let's not tell him that since he's married. He wanted me to see mental images of the facility with vertical water tanks that have what look to be human young men or teenagers who have brown hair. They are one in each water tank and naked and with lots of tubes and the tubes run across the floors so you would have to watch your step. I told the man I was not going to watch that today. They are my sons there in those water tanks.
Someone had sex with me last night from the Agenda. That is why they wanted me to have a proper bath and makeup to get ready for a date. In the morning when I woke up from it, Hamish was wanting to step on my lower back near the buttocks like he does when he is mating, but probably just the massage on the back without sex. Because he was thinking very vividly in his thoughts about doing so. When Hamish mates with a female Dragon he will first step with his flat red duck feet up and down on her lower back to massage the lower back, this stimulates her body to get ready with the eggs. It looks just like how many birds mate. It happens to also be the exact same way how Hamish likes to step up and down on his shedded sheets of scales that he places on rugs.
Facebook
June 16 2015, 2:07 PM - So I lost my Eva Draconis Facebook account and with it the OrionMindProject Facebook Page. No worries, I've quickly created a new one The Orion Project - Facebook Page. I make a habit of never posting anything unique or interesting on Facebook since - and I was right! - Facebook posts and pictures can suddenly be lost. All my interesting stories and updates continue to be posted here, on the website. However, on the Facebook Page you can interact with me and with other readers of The Orion Project books and website. Please visit the new Page and I am happy if you Like it because it is nice to know that I am Liked, it is like a hug from you people.
I wanted to share this screenshot from Facebook with you all. When I build a Facebook Page it asks me among other things what kind of interests might my Page readers have, so I found and selected "Reptilians" as a first, and then to choose "David Icke" since I'm sure most of you are familiar with his work, this interesting search result shows up, namely if I type in David Icke it suggests, naturally, David Icke as an interest, but also Courage the Cowardly Dog. Which has no spelling in common with David Icke. But it reminds me of how the Reptilians are SO VERY FOND of calling humans who cause trouble for "dogs", "cowardly dog" is even more appropriate. I wonder why this shows up?
Why did I lose my Facebook account? It's a long and mysterious story. But ever since I posted the new timeline picture which has Hamish carrying me in the center, and Elmer to the right, Hamish objected for a long long time about the picture of him. And a Reptilian who was probably not Elmer himself, strongly objected to the picture of a Reptilian who looks like him. And today I was fussed at telepathically for having written about a certain famous American politician. Oh well let them nag, meanwhile I don't even nag when they do their stuffs to me now do I.
At the Bus Stop
June 15 2015, 4:09 PM - I was standing at the bus stop when a Zeta asks me telepathically "How many glandes have you seen?" or "How many glandes have you been shown?" I'm sorry guys I can't remember what humorous remark I gave to that. The Zeta then adds "We wanted to know which of them you liked the most? It is rather important that we find out." or something like that. The best part of this story is that I am working on translating material for the second book "Noah's Ark" and just so happens that the word came up yesterday or I wouldn't have known how to translate that for you. Just another day with Aliens. I probably shouldn't have posted this entry.
Wanting to visit
June 15 2015, 8:06 AM - Last night a Dark Lord invited me to come to the Citadel again. Remember that underground Agenda D/s sex club I wrote about it in the Thoughts pages before. Oh and they also use recreational drugs there, which I'm personally against taking. That last time in the Citadel, a Dark Lord was personally giving me a tour and guiding me around. When I declined last night, a green Reptilian came to ask me too and really wanted me to go there, I declined the offer again.
And I was laughing the whole time, cause I was trying to decline them in a polite way and it all came out sounding like we were talking about a real club. "Oh, it's far too late tonight for me to go out." And when I said, ha ha, "But I've got nothing to wear? I don't have any nice dresses to go out?", and I said "Do they have a dresscode?", they said I could go there naked, and so I said heheh "But I would have to have a bath, and shave my legs!" Hahahah I had so much fun cause every polite excuse I made it sounded like we were talking about an invitation by a human to go out to a normal club on Earth for dancing and some drinks, and not a creepy alien underground D/s sex torture drug addicts violent rape club. But I was polite about it, I think I even called the Dark Lord "Sir". Cause you really don't want to get on the wrong foot with the Dark Lords, just be nice to them it actually keeps things a bit more civil. Yelling at the Dark Lords doesn't help. Besides, they're quite the gentlemen when you give them the chance. I'm sure all the people who engage with them in secret societies and who have adopted the dark sinister ways, are quite fond of their Dark Lord Munchkins. As far as I know, there was no Citadel visit last night...?
No, we only took the eggs. We thought, that you were perhaps not prepared. - Dark Lord now
Moving on. Last night Hamish came to me and said that he regrets that he does not have any of his shedded scales available so that he could have given me a piece. He was about to place a sheet on my bare belly, he has done that many times before. I kindly and profusely thanked my Dragon for his kind intentions, and I told him that he has already given me these kind gifts plenty times before and that I thanked him.
I was nagging and begging the aliens for a conscious abduction last night. I figured nagging could get me there, because once in my teens I nagged at the Reptilians to "pick me up" and - they did! They sure did! So, what happened was that I was in my bed last night, and a Zeta tells me either that they will take my panties off or that I should take them off now. And so I pulled my panties off faster than the blink of an eye to show them how compliant I was, and what a good candidate I was for coming to see them in the awake state. The problem is, that they would not benefit at all from having me conscious. In fact there are a hundred possible reasons why they should not let an abducted egg donor person stay awake, they list worries such as that I might spit or scream, which I assure them I would not.
I was still in my bed, and a Zeta came up close via the remote connection and acted really sinister and cruel, and it started slapping me around real bad in bed. Not like gently turning a patient around like how nurses and doctors do it. This was like someone who was really angry at me, like someone who wants to get you because you just killed their dog. There is so much contempt and hatred in that Zeta's eyes and demeanor, and it slapped me around in bed as if I was to blame for all of its miseries. As if I was the reason why its life was ruined, so to speak. When it spoke of them having to take a fecal sample from me, the Zeta turned me around on my belly as if to actually already prop me for that procedure. Which is how they also do when they talk about taking eggs they will push my arms up above my head and spread my legs real wide.
We are not working with chickens, we don't have to treat them like that. - a Zeta says now who is "posing friendly"
The Zeta pushed me around in bed propping me this way and that, in rather short and very firm strong pushes which made it more seem like being "hit" by someone rather than just gradually softly maneuvered into a position. It was definitely violent. I'm intrigued when it happens, and quite pleased to have this close alien contact, but when it's too brute it's easy to forget the marvel and splendor of alien contact for just that duration of the time.
This morning again I nagged them for letting me stay awake. Jack, you know Jack with the NASA team whose job is to guard me from being cut to pieces by the aliens, he advised against it and said that the Zetas would pull my eye out to study it, while I am still seeing through the eye, ie. Jack was implying this would happen if I'm awake with the Zetas. So I should not go there to visit the Zetas, thought he. And it seems that the men like Jack, Captain Swansea, Gillespie, John, my MIBs and military men, they make the decision for me. They will not let me decide, because I would face fecal samples and ovum collecting and being masturbated on by alien hybrid children and men and having strange human men brought to me to make me pregnant or just to get paid in sex for their compliance with the Agenda and plastic thin tubing down my nose and being induced to vomit and fed experimental fluids (but not the eye taken out thing, that's a bit too much)
We do worse things for them. - Dark Lord about the Dinosaurs
I have said it before, and I will say it again. The Dinosaurs are more living than I. And I would gladly place myself in a freezer and let them take my place in freedom. Even though I am meant to find some sort of purpose and meaning in my life and do all what I can to stay alive and live long, as we all humans feel about ourselves, and even if there is only one me and perhaps millions of Dinosaurs, I would probably give my life just to rescue one of them. Because in their minds is a person much more living than I, much more meaningful, and a lot more valuable. However we define the value of human life, the Dinosaurs have got in them much more of that.
We don't have good feet, they tell us. And they slander us a lot! And, sometimes, they don't let us get out. And we feel bad about it. We can't even look at our feet, without feeling sorry! They slander us that way. I don't want to give your babies a bath tub. They don't want to have filth. - Dinosaur, "filth" in my native language (NL)
You are not my chewing gum, but I will bite you. - Hamish (NL) to one of the aliens, probably the Dinosaur or otherwise to a Zeta
We do not want to look at your family jewels, but we have to. They have forced us to do it! - Dinosaur about male genitalia
Here's a reminder of how precious the Dinosaurs are, this drawing is excellent it looks almost if not precisely what they look like I was real lucky with this one:
This morning when I asked for a conscious contact, the Dark Lord said, and I wrote it down: "Then you would come to our paystation.", "Paystation? What is that?" I asked, "It is where we accept payment from you, for not doing war.", he said. These were in my other language, and payment from "you" means from humanity.
And a Zeta said before I came here to write, in English: "We are not a real nurse, but we would like to be like one. We are not an adulteror, but we wanted you to have sex with other men."
9:10 AM. The Dark Lord showed me an image of The Eye last night. I asked him about The Eye. The Dark Lord said that The Eye creates this universe, that the fabric of space comes out of The Eye. I asked him if The Eye talks and if it is possible to have conversations with it, if it is like a sentient person, and the Dark Lord said no but that they have tried to talk with it. I asked him if The Eye is dangerous, I told him I was afraid of The Eye, and I thanked him for dealing with The Eye on our behalf so that people like me would not have to.
Correction: there are many St. Peter's Churches in the USA, but here is what I wrote: This is interesting. The MIB blurted out St. Peter's Church. I am not going to provide a link because I do not feel that a Christian church should ever be linked to from a page as horrendous and immoral such as this... but it is a Church in Manhattan, New York City in the USA. It made my heart warm. I've been taken to a hospital in Syracuse New York and remember the Brooklyn Bridge abduction where I ran out into the streets in New York and I saw a highway sign that said toward Brooklyn Bridge? These guys my MIBs are in New York! Oh my god! If only they would let me go and meet them! I would do anything just to see them in real life! There is a big emptiness in me and meeting them would make everything alright. Meeting my MIBs and military and the aliens. Just to see them, I would know who I am. I would go to New York first thing tomorrow if only they would invite me for a meeting. I would do anything.
What Precious Is
June 14 2015, 2:40 PM - I found out today that the vast majority of my letters are now forever vanished, since the email account I was using has been emptied due to long time inactive. Fortunately there is a chance that nothing interesting was lost, since I started using another email account around the time where my second Letters book ended. It just reminds me how meticulously I have written everything down, how precious my Orion Project is to me, and how much I value my books, this documentary, and my strange and interesting journey with the Aliens. Because I don't want a morsel of it to be lost.
I am still here. - says Hamish
Privileges
June 14 2015, 6:54 AM - The other day Hamish asked me to please not do any clicks to him anymore. Because his mother used to do them for him, he says. And so I have stopped doing palate clicks to Dragon, or at least I try to remember not to, in honor of his request. It is cute when Hamish remembers his mother. She was also a red Dragon Turtle and it seems that she played a role in Hamish's life when Hamish was a little Dragon. Dragon Turtles and Reptilians are treated rough when they are babies. Weak ones are probably destroyed, and babies are kicked around a bit and not exactly nursed with love and tenderness to make them into strong Reptiles. It seems Reptilians also have to kill someone to pass a rite of passage and be accepted. But, I also see tenderness in Hamish's memories of his mother. You will find an excellent account of a Reptilian talking about his/her infancy and childhood in a future book featuring Eustace the Reptilian who talks about when he/she wanted to bite fingers and was placed in a box.
The other day at night I was shown a mental image of a cigar-shaped UFO by the Dark Lord. I am instinctively terrified of the cigar shaped UFOs. If I see one on tv I react with total panic and have to leave the room and start to shiver. I'm not sure if it's because of suppressed memories that I might have of horrid things taking place in one, it seems rather that I feel something from them regardless. This time I saw and sensed the machinery inside them. I think the horror has to do with a feeling emanated from the machinery of the thing. Or, not unlikely, because Mr. Satan travels in these (I mean the Dark Lords).
Yesterday a raptor reptilian shows me a mental image of two round white organs which have a web of blood vessels that wraps around them. Hm. What were they?
They were delicious. - says Hamish, "delicious" in my 3rd language
At first I thought are these testicles? Or perhaps some unknown-to-me internal organ? Well, I've taken two anatomy courses and labs and didn't recognize the organs, they could have been testicles perhaps though the webbing of blood vessels was a bit off, and they were slightly irregular shaped and too large to be that. Well. Turns out they were the brains of hybrid babies. Yes. Raptor couldn't stop showing them to me, I had to excuse myself and try to do other things, he kept on showing them to me. I think this raptor was Amadeus, at least we may think so. He and/or Hamish were going to have these as snacks and sure enough, Reptiles ate these baby brains. These brains were a pale gray color and something about their shape and make didn't look like a human brain. The raptor was trying to instill a response in me, perhaps testing to see whether I would be angry, or checking if it's true that I "allow" them to eat my hybrid babies. I did my best to give them no feedback whatsoever, but to ignore the whole thing.
Last night I sent a copy of the new eBook version of "Real? Or Imaginary?" to a SETI scientist, and that instilled the Orion doctor to pay me a visit. Either THE Orion doctor or another similar one. And he let me see him super clearly in a mental image. Oh, if I could have taken a snapshot of what I saw. He is a black reptile, not very tall perhaps in the 160's centimeters tall. His body is covered in protruding scales, whereas Reptilian scales lie flat against their skin. The Orion scales look a lot like black human fingernails stacked in rows on top of each other like roof tiles, facing downward toward their feet. He told me I could have one of his scales, which would be about the size of a human fingernail, in a small box, he said that when I was admiring his scales and his looks. (No box with scale was given.)
The Orion man told me again the same story, that the Reptilians have taken over their people. It is a sad story. Orion man told me that his people have tried to fight and resist, and he commented on how I have not fought against the Reptiles at all. Again he wore a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt which is white in color and has long holes around the arms as opposed to snug or tight-fitting. There is a nice flow to the material similar to silk. On the front on the shirt is the yellow pyramid. The pyramid used to be upside down on their shirts to denote that the Orions have not joined or accepted the Agenda, but I was not sure if this time the pyramid was upside down or the right side up. The Orions are not Reptilians, "Reptilian" is a word reserved for the reptiles from Alpha Draconis. They should not be regarded the same. Just like Dinosaurs are not Reptilians either.
I was tossed around quite brutely by a Reptilian last night, because right after I got to see the Orion man so clearly, I also got to see a Reptilian clearly. Well, the title of my book is "Real? Or Imaginary?", and both of them had come to let me see them clearly so that I would know that they are real, I know that because of things they said. The Reptilian was gorgeous. It might have been Hamish. A beautiful reddish-brown Reptile with a head that looks a bit too small for its size, and big Reptilian eyes with a vertical slit. I think my eyes filled with tears when I saw them. I was so blessed to see these handsome aliens, aside from any moral obligations to detest what they do, these are some fantastic biological entities and they are a miracle of life.
My Toast, I said, my snacks. I wanted to eat them? My livers! - Hamish
Moving on. And so last night when I got to see the Reptile, I was tossed around real bad in bed, slapped around in fact. It was either the Orion or a Reptilian slapping me around. They literally physically move my body around in bed! I am NOT doing it to myself! It's fun most of the time, but this time was one of those more brutal times which almost spoils the fun of it being alien contact. I still don't mind. It's kind of neat being slapped around by reptile aliens. I consider myself privileged.
New eBook version contains two new chapters, "Advanced DNA Strand" Aliens with me
June 13 2015, 8:57 AM - Early this morning as I was thinking of the Orion hieroglyphics that I have already been given, including Shuurah and Kembrahh, the Orion man put another one of their hieroglyphs into my mind and told me it was Algriuumi which meant "I apologise":
Yesterday a black Reptilian let me see it in mental images and he said that he has a "cobra's head". He was acting very fussy and had a very short fuse all the time. Eventually I had to suggest for him some relaxation exercises and tell him to meditate. I tried to calm him down because he was constantly so agitated. He showed me the underground Ancient Egyptian temples that these black Reptiles love to visit and live by, it seems there are hidden Egyptian temples under ground in vast complexes not yet found by humans, the ceiling is low and the area span is huge, the floor is covered by sand and most of the buildings and walls have some sand against them and partly buried.
The cuddly reptilian from just a few days ago (read previous entry below) came back to see me again last night just as I went to bed but not before. He said his name is Amadeus. What he said implied that they want to take my eggs and put Reptilian DNA into my eggs. Amadeus was ready and quite willing to crawl into bed with me to have sex with me, based on what he was doing and what he was saying to me. I think he asked me something such as "have you ever had sex with a Reptilian?". I didn't dismiss him, but of course I was surprised to hear that. I wasn't sure at that point whether I would have said yes or no to the invite of having sex with a Reptilian. I'm not sure if the sex ever happened though. Amadeus did do some wrestling of me, he tossed my body this way and that in bed a few times. It i strange that Hamish was watching and he didn't get angry at Amadeus or want to bite him and he didn't even say "Yes-No", so I don't know what kind of deal or hierarchial arrangement the two of them have got.
My Buttercup. I said yes, to him. He was going to help me. I wasn't going to break his arm for it. It was not mine. I wasn't jumping on you. But someone had to? To show you we are in charge. "I wanted him to let you do it." - Hamish talks to me about Amadeus
Amadeus had also said that he did not want to be here with me, he said that he and I were now prison cellmates sharing the same prison cell which he meant was my bedroom, he had not wanted to come here but had been made to come here by others. I was sorry that he felt so bad about it. It seems that Amadeus is in fact a tiny raptor dinosaur reptile, he is small like a dog and slender and his scales are in green colors with patches of yellow-beige. His tail is long and thin and is held up and does not rest against the floor limp. He has a long v-shaped snout filled with many small sharp teeth in both upper and lower jaws.
Yesterday a chubby Illuminati hybrid man made a visit via telepathic connection and I saw him and heard him in my mind. He was meant to look at me and masturbate and I think there was talk about him having sex with me to make a child. He declared with grief how he wished he could eat some ice-cream! And how he has seen me eat ice-cream so many times! I tried to be nice to him when we talked. He was upset with me and seemed frustrated about things, but I tried to assure him that we should be friends. I am not aware that me and him would have met in person or had any sex, but who knows what happens in the mysterious abductions that I am not allowed to remember? After a while he asked me if I would like to play ball with him, and he showed me a red inflated plastic ball about the size larger than a soccer ball one that kids would have for playing in the garden. I told him I would love to play ball with him, and I said that I might be able to show him some other games with the ball too and that we could have a lot of fun.
The chubby Illuminati hybrid men are in fact adult hybrid men. They are very chubby, but I suspect that it is a structural flaw, a lack of proper supportive tissue, and it may be water accumulation rather than "over-eating", unless it is fat and a genetic metabolic malfunction, because all of the men of his batch are oversized. I doubt that the Zetas would allow these men to eat until they get too fat because surely it would not be healthy for them. And also if their size were the result of over-eating, then we should expect to see some variation in sizes among the men, but they are all big like that. And so I suspect a genetic reason from the mixture of human and alien DNA.
Another comment is that although these men are adult men, as you can see yet again they think and talk much like little children, he thinks
I am growling at them. - Hamish about the IMs
These men are like little children, they think about ice-cream and pancakes and about playing with toys. They're adorable though. But you should know, I have had sex with these men that I remember, and the sex was great the best I've ever had. Maybe I shouldn't say that, but this is a documentary, I have to jot that down.
A Zeta gave me a quick mental image of itself late last night and told me that I probably think it looks "strange". I said no not at all and that I have seen them plenty of times before. I wish the Zetas would give me closer contact.
Hamish has asked me to eat yoghurt "for the eggs" and yesterday I promised to buy one even though I've stopped eating yoghurt since a long time ago. But I ran out of money and didn't get any yesterday, both Hamish and especially the Thuban were disappointed, the Thuban hissed at me angrily "You lied!". I had to explain more than once that I ran out of money and that tomorrow (which is today) I will have more money and can buy the yoghurt. Cow's milk and yoghurt are namely extremely healthy for the embryos so Hamish and the team often encourage me to eat milk and yoghurt. They don't force me to eat it, and they are not too adamant or nagging about it, but there are regular reminders and suggestions given in a kind and easy way and when I still choose not to have these foods they don't nag or make a big deal out of it.
I wanted to watch Harry Potter movies with you. Are there any? - Hamish or Dark Lord
I wasn't here. But this was nice. - Hamish shows me mental image of his feet on the bathroom rug in the bath tub room
I had a shower this morning and I stepped my feet up and down on the rug in there like he does and told him it's soft and that he should come and try it himself. I like it when Hamish tends to his rugs when I am showering or bathing and we are right next to each other, both of us grooming and fixing and cleaning and we are both quiet, him a big red Dragon stepping on the rug and wiping his feet clean on it, and me in the shower washing with soap and water. Those quiet moments between us are some of the most meaningful I've had with him. Because we are close, we are both doing something intimate and personal I guess, but we are doing it together but each on our own. They mean something, those moments. They build our relationship, they bring us close together. We share life together.
I am only here for my liver snacks, not that. Not for that shower. - Hamish, way to spoil a moment
Clay-Do Man June 10 2015, 1:44 PM -
Are you made out of clay-do? - Zeta
I had put the soaking wet ruggy on the floor for Hamish yesterday evening but this morning the rug was still soaking wet so I threw it into the drier. After half an hour in the drier it was still just as wet (only hot and steaming) so I hung it to dry over by the kitchen window. Hamish has been very upset about his rug not being on the floor. He has threatened to leave me and to stop taking the eggs from me. He nags about how I promised that he could have the rug. I tell him it has to dry I am not putting a wet rug on the floor and it won't dry on the floor.
I offered him to go stand or lie down on my bed. He actually did end up trying out the bed, but it just doesn't look like his elements. He wants the rug back.
To be honest, I don't like Dragon spending his time in the bathroom. I wonder if I were to take all rugs out of the bathroom and instead put the rugs in a corner of my bedroom, but he also likes it to be perfectly dark and the bathroom is that. In a future home I want to have a great big closet space or a basement and I will furnish it for my Dragon with lots of nice rugs and things he likes, and No Onions there of course. I love him.
Last night a new green Reptilian came to visit into my bedroom and he wanted to instantly jump into bed with me and cuddle. If I recall he also wanted to have sex with me, but I might remember that wrong, at least he was being very romantically inclined. I wondered if he was the substitute worker as Hamish might have been away (because of the rug). This green visitor Reptile said he lives in an underground base. He was also here to stop me from writing my second book "Noah's Ark" because he doesn't want humanity to know about the Reptilians or Reptilian bases. I assured him that I was not going to harm him and I had to spend most of the time talking nicely to him and reassuring him that I was his friend, because it seemed like he was wanting to kill me, at least I recall him saying something similar to that he hates me, because Reptilians are private about their bases and people like me who know too much they might like to check us out and be upset at us for being a possible threat.
Rug Trauma
June 09 2015, 3:37 PM - Oh dear. I decided to clean the apartment and toilet room and wash the floors and everything and also throw the rug into the washing machine so that it would for sure be nice and clean for Hamish. After I threw everything into the machine I got back on the computer, but I decided to not play some music because Hamish might need some quiet time with the possible trauma of having his rug removed for some time and because I also could that way better keep an eye on Dragon to see how he is doing. He stares with his headlight eyes on the toilet room floor where the rug was. He notices it empty without a rug. He then looks again and shows me the mental image and he growls.
I was never impolite. So why did you have to do that!! - Hamish about the fact that I've removed his coffee-colored rug
It is always the same thing. When I wash the bathroom rugs. He doesn't like it. I just want the rugs to be perfectly clean and fresh for this alien visitor's dragon feet. But he likes them funky and he wants them to have "his smell". When I bring them back from the washing machine he tends to say, "it doesn't smell right". It is so traumatic to him when I remove his rugs from him to wash them, and it breaks my heart. It's like taking the pacifier away from your baby. He is such a sad Dragon without his rugs where he makes nests, and it breaks my heart to do this to him and to watch him sad. It is like when you destroy the bird's nest and you watch the birds come home and there is nothing there. We both suffer. But ruggy will soon be back with him, clean and properly washed, and then Dragon can put his feet on it again.
4:25 PM. So I brought the rug and other washing back from the washing machine laundry room downstairs. They are all wet because I figured I can dry them at home. Surely, it would return faster to Hamish's floor and feet if I tumbledried it, but then again to conserve energy. I put the pile of washing into the big sink in the bath tub room and start to hang wet kitchen towels on the backs of chairs to dry.
You mean person. - Hamish translated
He then goes to the bathroom and looks at the rug and rubs it with his fingers touching it and feeling it out with his fingers where it hangs from the edge of the large sink in the room with the bath tub and he purrs. Then he looks cheerful and says Yes! But then,
I will not take you to the hospital anymore. This isn't working. You are a, traitor! You will not go to the hospital with me again! You traitor. You said that I could have it. - Hamish, have it means the rug
I have deeply made him angry. He loves bathroom rugs so much. Do you see how angry he is at me? He even wants to stop working with me. Over all of our years together this is the first time that something I did has made Hamish angry with me. I almost start to cry. I just wanted to wash his rug! I know how he loves his rugs but I just wanted it to be clean for his feet! When the rug was in the washing machine Hamish stood in the hallway outside of the toilet room just standing there, and it was clear that he had noplace to be and nothing to do and no way to get comfortable and nothing meaningful for him to occupy his mind and time. He looked so barren like he had nothing in the world, there.
I love this person, so much.
My eggs. - Hamish
That's it. I take the wet rug and place it back wet on the floor.
Would you, please? - Hamish about the rug back
The rug is wet, completely soaked, but there it is, and there is Dragon on it, and all is well with the world.
My Eggs. - Hamish says from being slumped on his rug again
I now see him closing his eyes relaxing and being content to have his rug back. So what is with his rugs you ask? For one, his feet start to feel a bit sore if he stands on hard surfaces for too long. His feet are more sensitive than human hands for touching and feeling with. So it is a comfort thing, think of it like if you get a sore aching back unless you have that armchair. But also I have concluded that it is a nest to him, that he has instincts that make him build a nest. His species makes nests for a group of Dragon eggs which the females guard over, but Hamish too watches over his eggs when he has them with a Dragon Turtle female, so it is also nesting behavior. I hate to say it, but it could also be a bit because he is in a strange world here and a rug provides him with something of his own, a little home of his own. He also places his shedded scales on rugs, so we could say that is where he keeps his things. The rugs are very important to him, they provide him with joy and comfort and a feeling of home. It also gives him something to do, as he probably spends hours in a day of 24 hours on a rug.
I don't think I will ever do that to him again. We both suffered.
Overheard
June 09 2015, 9:15 AM -
The hybrids don't want to look at your butt. - Zeta
You have to look at her, and not your rag rug! - Zeta said to Hamish, translated
So it is official. Hamish really does like his rugs. Hamish is meant to be here in my home (although cloaked) to look at me and guard the eggs, but he sure is keen on spending time with his rugs. Even the Zetas noticed it
I will bite your fingers if you say that! I will not bite. I was only warning. - Hamish with image as if he were to bite towards my fingers
Zetas and a Special Visitor
June 08 2015, 10:56 PM - I had a long conversation with my Zetas about letting me stay awake for when they take the eggs. Turns out the Zetas want me to stay awake, but it is the government and military who forbid me from staying awake because they are protecting me from seeing the atrocious things that happen there with the Zetas. For one, I learned that one of the scary things I am not supposed to see is that Zetas and their hybrid children drink human brain fluids with a straw. Zetas also have bath tubs with red bloody soup to lie in for nourishment.
Then guess who came for a long visit? I will let you guess, and then you can click here. I wrote down 22 Word document pages which will all need to be translated into English and then you can read it, probably in a book.
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