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(NL) means that something telepathic was said in my native language.
Hamish takes the spoon
September 20 2017, 12:33 noon - Hamish is interactive today. And I am seeing him more clearly than usual. He is a beautiful red dragon. He is showing me his back shield and telling me that he has it, and he talks about how he does not have a jaw. I am talking to him a lot today, about the things that go on in his thoughts. I tell him why I have a jaw, and it is because I have to chew on hard foods. And he says "Toast for me", so I told Lasarus that I think Hamish might be hungry and that they should please feed him. Hamish is being friendly and he is in a good mood. He tells me that it is his eggs, and a lot of his usual thoughts. I wish however that Hamish could somehow realize the way of life that suits him the best. This magnificent creature was not made just to follow me around and to guard my eggs. What kind of a wonderful life could he be enjoying? "My Socks", he now says (NL) and lifts up one of his flat duck feet.
I asked the aliens about General Patton. A Reticulan told me that General Patton does not like the calm music that they are playing there for him, they play calming music in the Reticulan hospital.
From old notes on a piece of paper, from August or September, someone I wrote "Blue" said to me "You are one of the Sirti Makhtas.", I presume one of the Blue Kings said that to me.
Hamish now says, "I am a lord.", in my native language. It could be translated in many ways, it does not mean religiously a lord but more like a ruler. "You are a beautiful race.", I tell him (NL), he responds by making a beautiful click sound. "I am an old langoustines.", Hamish says. "I am an old race", he says (NL), then he says "Tiik, Tiik!" but he seems happy when he says that. I show him by putting my index finger on my upper eyelid that I am smiling at him, that I like him and am happy to see him. He puts his face right close to mine, now he puts his mouth against my face, he is normally not this close at all. He looks me right in the eyes, his large yellow eyes wide open. "I have had a spoon here. I took it from you. I am an old lord. I am serious.", Hamish says part (NL) part English, he meant the spoon that I had in the yoghurt cup that was on my end table until morning. So he is taking things from me now, claiming things, showing power. Now he is showing me his back hump again. "It was my spoon. Tik, Tiik!", he says (NL) and his eyes are smiling he thinks it is fun to take my spoon. "It is your spoon. And I have also got more spoons in the kitchen if you would like to take them.", I say to him.
"I have got a serious race here.", Hamish (NL). "It is for me a serious issue.", Hamish (NL). "It is mine!", Hamish (NL) with image of the spoon as if he would put it in his mouth. Hamish... "Tik, Tiik!", he says. "My spoon.", Hamish (NL). "I will take.", Hamish (NL) about the spoon.
This morning Hamish said "Tuk Tuk" to me several times. I asked him what it meant, and he let me see him his face and head straight on and he told me what it meant, it means something with "brothers" or "friendship" I did not quite understand.
And from notes on a piece of paper from August or September, Hamish had told me that he had been weighed by the other aliens and that he weighs 176 kilograms. Would Hamish really weigh only that little? I would expect him to weigh more. 176 kg corresponds to 388 pounds.
Clinging onto Hamish
September 19 2017, 8:52 PM - Today a Reptilian told me that they are the "Ithaca". Pleiadians have lately started to show me sudden mental images of a group of Pleiadians who are sitting on chairs in an assembly room. I was also shown the one who I think is an Airship Person the one who has been visiting my home. They are watching, they want to see that the Agenda does not harm me, they would also most of all want the Agenda to leave me, but I am clinging on to
Come on I will get you some rope. - Hamish says, because of what I was about to say here, he wants me to stay with him too
But I am clinging onto Hamish for dear life. Today he asked me about hedgehogs, if they would attack him. I told him about hedgehogs, how they are friendly and that they eat earthworms and slugs, insects fruits and leaves, and that some people put catfood or milk out for them that they then eat. I told him that hedgehogs do not hurt people, but that one cannot pick them up. Needles is one thing that worries him, that is why he thinks a lot about hedgehogs and cacti. I try to comfort him and to make him feel safe, but my reassurances are just words. He has of course shown me his back several times today, as the usual. And he has also been cute and cheered me up lots today.
Today he said something about red things not being toys. Remember how he tends to take toys away from the hybrid children if those toys are red? This Dragon is endless amounts of fun and amusement every day. He is too adorable, even when he means to be quite serious about things. Love my pooch to bits. I have made palate clicks to him today.
The Alpha Zetas were here with me. And we are with their, group. - Hamish, "group" (NL)
A moment later a white alien tells me that "he with leukemia is no longer here", of course he means General Patton. I ask if he is dead, the alien tells me no. I say please cure him if you can. An alien then tells me that the Pleiadians could cure Patton but that Patton "does not want to work with" Pleiadians. The white alien then tells me that General Patton had asked them to say hello to me. I ask them how is he doing, the alien says that Patton is doing good considering the circumstances.
Let's take a moment to commemorate General Patton, or if his real name is as I found out in remote viewing, General Harris "Gunman" Richards. The aliens of the Agenda gave him leukemia by introducing plasticides to his body. He did not tell me about the leukemia until years later after we first started speaking with each other. Just like how he can meet with new people and he does not bore them with the details from his time in Vietnam and the other burdens that weigh heavy on him. He is a brave soldier, even with leukemia. He has remained his true character, he has continued to go to work. And all of these times that he has been talking to me, I never did realize that he was actually spending some of his last precious moments in life on me. Life becomes precious and ceases to be endless the moment when we realize that we are not immortal. He means something to me, he has to.
But it is Hamish who means the most to me. One day that very precious dragon will close his eyes for the last time
Yes-No! My tummy needs to eat more food. For, as long as I eat, I will be fine. Yes-No no more food for tummy! YES-NO! I need to my body needs to recover health! And, *growl*. I was going to be fine. I will feed on my snacks. I was going to have a good home and a body. I will be healthy with, or without my snacks. I will bite you! YES-NO WHAT YOU SAID! - Hamish
General Patton is sick. With leukemia. I am hoping that the aliens will be able to cure him. But my love for Hamish is great. My world revolves around him. I have never been so close to anyone before. We feel the nuances of each other's thoughts.
General Patton was never a Mexican, or a Hispanic. But he doesn't like them. He fired a guy, for being Hispanic. And now he regrets that. - white alien to me
Life. I just met some little elves who are like Santa's little helpers who used to work in barns and now they are working with aliens helping out in the hospitals, and dear old General Patton is going to go to that hospital and be with the Zeta Reticulans and elves like Rupert. Meanwhile Hamish is sitting down on his sofa to lay out his shedded stacks of scales and to look at them like how one sorts through their old photographs. Well. It's a bit weird. I guess I am sitting here a bit speechless. Ok then. Aha yes.
A few minutes later I am writing a new page about these little helper elves, and Hamish says about them: "They are the santas.", Hamish says about them as I wrote the page, at 10:44 PM. "They are the Santas!", I declare to Hamish. "They don't like my smell.", Hamish says to me about these little helper santas.
Boiling Spaghetti With The Guest
September 16 2017, 7:47 PM - The alien who looks like one of the Airship People, who I reported seeing sitting in the evenings on the bench in the hallway of our home, has been sitting there again ever since I came back home after a few days at a hotel. He has now been there for many days, he wants to talk to me. I told him today that I was too tired to talk, which is true, but after I woke up from a nap I decided it was rude of me not to listen to my guest.
He told me that he is with another group which is friendlier than my group, and my group means the group with Hamish and the other aliens who use my eggs for the Agenda. He told me that I could go over to his group. And so I explained to him that I feel a deep love and friendship to Hamish, and that I cannot abandon him. That I will do what I can to ensure that Hamish is safe and that he is happy and has a good life, and that if I can help him in any way then I would, and so, I said to the visiting alien, that I would be staying with the bad group. He told me that Hamish eats my children, I told him that humans eat cows pigs and chickens, he said that "there is a difference". I told him that he tolerates humans to mistreat and eat cows pigs and chickens and that he needs to expand his definition of love to also include Draconians, cows, pigs, chickens and other animals that humans hurt. (Vega saw me write this and he is cheering. Vega as we know are true animal lovers, and as I saw the Vega it had opened its mouth and inhaled deep from underneath his tentacle beard.)
I told the guest that he is racist because he cares about humans and the hybrid children but he does not care about the animals that humans harm or about Draconians. I told him that I would leave the bad group but that I have loyalty to take care of Hamish, I told him, that I am probably the only one in the world who loves Hamish and who wants to protect him and take care of him.
The guest told me that he - himself - is working with the Arcturians. And after I had explained all this to him, and I had also listened to him, he told me that oh well he could also go to Ireland where he is also working with some people. But he remained sitting on the bench in the hallway. I invited him to come into my bedroom, I did not want him to maybe feel that he could not feel welcome or come into the apartment, but he remained on the bench, I guess that he feels anxious about coming into my bedroom if Hamish is here. I did assure the guest that he is welcome here and that I am his friend and that he can visit me here any time.
I see the Vega alien now in a mental image. Its mouth is open, the inside of its mouth looks black or dark and I see no teeth. It has those many tentacles hanging down over the mouth. This one's skin looks beige instead of pink. It is a cute walrus cuttlefish man. I have the best aliens. The guest now says that he does not want to fight with those, those being Hamish and gang. "We don't need any fights", I tell him. "Yes, but they fight with us!", he says. "And they want us to leave.", says a female Pleiadian of the human sort with brown long hair. "And we are not a toy that they can play with.", guest tells me, talking about the gang. I am tired after work and need to enjoy the rest of my evening with some food and videos.
There are many alien species who have asked to talk to me, and I have not had the time. Andromedans, Pleiadians, this guest who I suspect might be one of the Airship People, the Ayurveda old Arcturian race (I have yet to write about them, find out about them in the video which is a remote viewing of Earth's Moon which will be posted later), and others. It is not just a matter of finding time, it is also that the work is exhausting and it is not possible to work on The Orion Project every day for many hours because I reach a point of exhaustion after which I need to rest. Actually this is the first and only time I have felt exhausted from this work in all of the six years of working on this, and the reason must be because I included remote viewing into it and that must be draining. Remote viewing, taking notes, cutting audio files and making them into videos, editing text, writing text, telepathic conversations, all of that is hard work and there is a limit to how much I can produce. I used to be excited when an alien came to talk and "in my youth" six years ago I could write 50 pages of notes and format it but now when an alien visits I get exhausted and I tell them I am tired and I ask them to come back later.
PS. The guest is not necessarily an Airship Person, that is only my guess. I did ask him to tell me what species he is, but he did not say. He wears a thick suit which looks to be of a dark purple color, he has a bulbuous head and is hairless, the skin is a beige colour. He just sits there, for hours, and does not seem to move his head around to look around, yet he is aware of his surroundings. It seems he is part of the group of aliens which want to stop the Agenda, and here they are visiting individual Agenda teams to try to put out each of those individual small fires so to speak. It could be that this is work being done by the Board, I did ask him if he is a member of the Board which also has the Ummo and Pleiadians, but he did not say. I will let him sit there and I will also keep an eye on Hamish to make sure that Hamish is not being disturbed here in his home and I will go and cook some pasta.
There is a mountain where they take them and murder them. - the guest
I saw that the guest holds a helmet under his arm, and so yes this is most likely indeed an Airship Person.
We are not going to fool you around. - Pleaidian woman to me
I now see the Airship Person yes it is one, he holds his helmet under an arm. How I can love Hamish? How can Pleiadians love humans? Pleiadians are just racist, they are defending the human species because Pleiadians have Starseeded the humans. That is why they have no problem with humans torturing and killing and eating animals. I have had it up to here with this racism. I have known Hamish for six years, there is a beautiful and incredible person in him, he is so precious as a living mind and soul and heart that I would defend him and I would die for him. I am tired of this dilemma. I wish that they would just let me live in peace together with my Hamish, and instead they could focus their efforts on stopping humans from mistreating and killing animals. I will not abandon Hamish, I love him. I want to enjoy a quiet evening with my Hamish in peace, with me eating the pasta bowl and Hamish probably on his snuggy rug tending to his shedded scales. Maybe he will ask me about hedgehogs, or mention koalas or goldfish, and maybe I will tell him that he is cute or something that he says or does will make me laugh
Alright, I guess that we are done here. - the Airship Person stands up from the bench as if about to leave
Yikes, I am standing here in the kitchen typing and Hamish nearly manifested at the door and it was a most sinister and horrible being and it startled me to the core!
My Buttercups is making food. - Hamish says, he sounds just like his real self, but his emanance is a horrible one when he is near
When he left, I feel abandoned and all alone, and I worry about having just me and Hamish here in the house.
Do not worry! We are here with you! - Andromedan cheerfully
I think the pasta should be ready now. I am going to not listen because I have to write down everything I hear and typing this much when I am already tired is going to make me exhausted. I am too tired to talk to them or to take all these notes, this is too much work. The remote viewing sessions that I did recently was a bit too much work, I am no longer excited about these things only exhausted. But I will not abandon Hamish.
They tell me that I smell. - Hamish, opens mouth as a gesture of irritation or objection
Baat, Navajo and Lightning horses
September 10 2017, 7:10 PM - I've started working again so I will be very busy. Hamish of course is coming with me to work, he watches carefully what I do there and he tries to make sense out of it. I am an inspector for a team of workers so I check the quality of their work and so I look into cupboards and things and check it off my list, Hamish had watched me and he had thought that I had been looking for something, so I told him what I was doing. He really is a beautiful red dragon and it hurts me when I see him and I cannot spend the time with him and I have to ignore him. He has wonderful amazing duck feet. The other day I saw him gnawing on the slight webbed skin that he has between his fingers. I asked him why does he do that and he didn't say.
I wrote a comment response to the person who has the YouTube channel "TheScariestMovieEver" and the video title was Scientists Create DMT Machine To Talk With ''Fallen Aliens'' (2017)
I wrote:
To which the Dark Lord named Baat wanted to say:
Arcturians wanted to tell me about Dinosaurs today, asking me if I know what they - Dinosaurs - do, so I said yes I know they are given uncomfortable medical assignments, that they like to bathe, and that they like to say "Deb Deb Deb Deb" when they are together in a group and that therefore the military call them "Croakers".
Yesterday I was talked to telepathically by dark Native Americans, they were dark almost like with black skin which is what I have also seen that original Native Americans looked like the ones who went south to Peru on a pilgrimage to the mountains when I did the remote viewings earlier this month or last month. They told me that they know that I am a lightning horse, that they know about these space brothers, and they were calling me their brother, they also invited me to come and live with them they said they were ready to take care of me. They said they were the Navajo, and that they know about the lightning horses. When they called me their brother I said no I am actually a woman, they said no they know what they are talking about and that the lightning horse that is in me is absolutely a man, they were completely sure of that and they kept calling me a brother, and oddly I had no objections against it, oddly it did not seem strange to me. They are of course talking about the alien incarnation that is what makes me a Star Person. They are light beings, made out of bright bright white light like the flash in a thunder which is why the Navajo call them the lightning horses, and they look a bit like horses but on two legs.
I am impressed with the Native Americans. They have had a lot of contact with extraterrestrials over time, and their friendship with the Pleiadians has also become evident to me. By the way did you know that my favorite humans on this planet are the Australian Aboriginals? When I watch their dance, hear them tell their stories about the world, and look at their paintings and body art, I can feel. I can also feel that the Australian Aboriginals have heightened perception, and that they can see and feel the world. Based on how I feel humans, I mean come on I can meet an extraterrestrial and see it and feel its thoughts and emotions and access a whole lot of information about them and also about other things. Based on this heightened sense I have, the Australian Aboriginals are the truest humans, the most advanced, they are just so far out there that other humans have it hard to understand them.
When I look at Aboriginal paintings, it becomes into like a 3D painting that forms a multidimensional world which comes to life. It displays an actually living moving shimmer that has painted not just the animal or object but also its spirit and energy which contains all the information about it. Their stories are more true than Western science. I feel that they are spiritually superior to other humans and that they have heightened extrasensory perception. They need to be cherished. I would dream of them being given Australia back, for Australia to have only a flag made by the Aboriginals, for their language to be the official language there, for them to define their culture and civilization as one among human civilizations on Earth. It hurts me how the English are destroying this world and the vanity of the English thinking that their culture would somehow be the best when it is far from it. Australia was stolen from the Aboriginals and it needs to be given back to the. Why isn't the world fighting against the English terrorists?
I now want to learn more about the Navajo, as I have found out that they too are an advanced human people.
Many aliens want to talk to me
September 07 2017, 4:27 PM - Last night the Andromedans talked to me, they told me how they are from the 5th dimension and how they think so much faster than humans. He had a lot he wanted to talk about but I was having a bad headache so I asked if we could speak later.
Next came one of my Agenda aliens probably an Alpha Orion I presume and he told me of how I have millions of dust mites on me, he is appalled by it. I told him that there is nothing I can do to remove them, I said that I guess I could get a bar of soap and wash thoroughly but I thought about how I could not wash my eyelashes with the soap or inside my nose with the soap so there would always be some left and they would come back, I think I also told him that I do not notice them and that they do not bother me (but I am sitting here now thinking about how my whole entire body is crawling with millions of tiny insects all over). He told me that they can be frozen off and that they also had some other treatment they could use yes it was to submerge me in a liquid then I would get rid of them. Like a lice bath. I am laughing, but I guess if I met a prehistoric human, well I am sure I would tell him to come with me so that he could get some lice shampoo, a toothbrush and a bath.
Some pesticides yes, that is what we have suggested for you. And we know that they give you no harm! Not to mention the bacteria in your rectum, or colon we should say. - is the same one as who spoke yesterday I think
But, I was having a headache and I had to ask the being to not speak and they could all speak to me later.
Next in the morning when I woke someone showed me a mental image of a new type of alien, I am pretty sure it was the Andromedan who showed it to me but I cannot be entirely sure. I will make a drawing and a new page about this alien, it will be titled "the Elder race", there will also be the notes there of what this being of the Elder race told me. But I asked this being of the Elder race to talk to me later because I was having a headache, yet he talked to me many times and I had to keep insisting that I was having a headache.
There are so many aliens who want to talk to me and I have asked them all to talk to me in the future! I have now got a long line of aliens waiting for my time. Airship People want to talk, Dark Lords of course always want to talk (mostly about being kings and about blood and goats), the Ayurveda old Arcturians (you will learn about them in the video of the remote viewing of Earth's Moon, see how far behind I am in the documentation of alien contact I met them a few days ago and I have not yet had the time or energy to even mention them to you, but don't worry I write things up, it is just that work is piling up and I am exhausted, but it is a labor of love I am enjoying it, just exhausted from the amount of work, it has been more than a full-time work), the Andromedans want to talk
We don't have to! We are not that kind of a people, who barge in! We will only come when we are needed! And so, Adios, my friend! Adios baa-baa! - Andromedan [Added same day: baa-baa is another way of saying bye-bye]
I have got months and years of work ahead of me. I want to document all the history and messages of all these alien species, and so far I have got at least 60 different alien species on my list of alien species. I especially want to document the stories from the Ummo, Airship People, Pleiadians, Lyrans, Arcturians, Sirians, Draconian Reptilians, Dinosaurs, Alpha Orions, Alpha Remulans, the Felines or Lions, Nordics, the Ayurveda old Arcturians, the Elder race... hahahah I am interested in ALL OF THEM! I will be an old lady one day and still writing on new material. This is a lifetime project, a dedication for life.
PS. I washed bed sheets today so Hamish was happy. I think he puts his shedded scales there to wash in the washing machine with them. He loves to wash his shedded scales bits that he keeps, he then places them on his rugs to dry.
I had a nightmare last night with a close encounter of a Dark Lord. It was horrible. A white priest man showed up to defend me, I ran away in the dream and the priest was left behind. When I woke up from the nightmares I wondered what had happened to the priest, if he was ok, I hope he doesn't get harmed or suffer just to help defend me against the Dark Lords. A close encounter with a Dark Lord feels like absolute horror, it is like facing Satan and going to hell. Remember that time when I woke up at night when the Dark Lord was leaning over me and looking at me when it was my first night at my new place at college, and that Dark Lord had only been leaning over me because he wanted to look at me, nothing sinister intended. Dark Lords are not a joke, stay away from them.
I now remember a conversation I had with a Dark Lord this morning. I wish I would have written it down it was hilarious, both what he said and how I responded to him was hilarious. He told me that he was sitting on a throne, so I asked him what other furniture does he have there. He told me that he has a rug made out of bloody hairs. I asked him how was that rug woven, he said it was not woven, it was grown. He then said that he had an urn with eyeballs in it, and that he would drop my eyeballs in there too, anyone who looks at him. There was one more thing he had in his home... something with hairs. And the bricks had been made out of crushed babies into the shape of red rectangular bricks and they had been laid down carefully to build the wall so that the babies in the bricks do not scream. So those are the type of things decorating in the homes of Dark Lords, if you ever thought you might like to pay them a visit. But the way that both he and I spoke was totally hilarious, it was really funny because I was playing along and my comments to him were really witty so it was a total hoot.
7:27 PM. An Airship Person has been in my home in the other dimension. He told me that he sits on the bench in the hallway, I told him that he is welcome here, but I told him that Hamish has first dibs to being here and that the two of them need to get along, and I told him oh to not stand on Hamish's rug he doesn't like that. Hamish got angry at the Airship Person and I told Hamish that the two of them need to get along. The Airship Person asked me if I know... and he showed me a mental image of Dinosaurs. I told him yes I know the Dinosaurs. He said I do not know what horrible things the Dinosaurs do to me. I told him I know the Dinosaurs have to do medical procedures, I said I know they put a tubing down my nose and into my stomach. He said he would like to have them, meaning the Agenda aliens, leave me. I told him no because I am too fond of Hamish I cannot leave Hamish.
I ate a whole bag of puffed corn chips. Assistant Carlisle was around. First while I was eating the chips and watching YouTube videos, I was shown a mental image of a bald man with glasses, I said who is that but I soon figured out it was Carlisle. He
If you were a real lady, you would not look like that. - Carlisle to me
That sugar refers to my bottle of Coca Cola soda that I have here next to me. I very rarely drink it but today for some reason I had a craving for soda and chips. Why not once in a while.
So Carlisle earlier he asked me if I remember when I was a little girl, and from him I got a mental image of me when I looked to be about 11 or 12. I said yes, I remember. He then said something like "are you a little girl now?" or "you are a little girl now", I think he asked if I still was. I said no and I phrased it thusly: "I am not a little girl I am a grown woman because I have got breasts and period, hence I am a grown woman." He said "Yes I know you have that". He then told me that he would not let me eat a whole bag of chips. I told him he is not my father and that I am a grown woman and the choice of what I eat is in my own two hands, I said sure if he wants to be my father and tell me what I can eat then if he tells me to eat meat I will run away from home and not even leave a note, I told him trying to be clever.
But here he is again acting as if he was my father. Literally. Is this man my father? I think I look like my father who is in the records and on the family photographs. I mean, my sister and brother look more like our father than I do, but I see resemblance to my father on record, and I do not see a resemblance in me to Carlisle because that part comes from my mom, my mom and Carlisle are I guess a bit similar. Carlisle has said now recently this year that he raised two girls who are clones of me, and that I was switched out at birth and that he was my father. What the hell. If he is my biological secret father then I want him in my life. I want him to sign the adoption papers and I want him in my life. I would totally barge into his life and put him into my life.
Carlisle as a dad... I guess then my father would be an American. I guess he would be a cool dad to have, he was some kind of engineer back in the 1980's and he was on the UFO reverse engineering team (although they thought it was a Russian flying vehicle that they had shot down), this info I got from spying on him with remote viewing of course. He lives in Orange County, California, he has told me. But there would be two women who are clones of me... What would it be like to see them?
Well, Officer Agent Bryant isn't related to you either. But, he was... He was! - Carlisle
!!! Wait a minute! There were two girls and there was also one boy! No way this is all getting sorted out in my head! Listen! There have been four different Bryants:
I was confused as to why so many named Bryant. Well, three of four Bryants are Caucasian and could be related. Supposed Captain Bryant was a black man, so this one I am still puzzled about. But there were two girls and also one boy, they said the boy is not doing so well. This now seemed to suggest earlier what was said that this boy would be Agent Josh Bryant!!! Is Josh my brother!!!
Assistant Carlisle is my father! Female Doctor Captain Bryant was married to Carlisle and she and Carlisle raised two girls who were clones of me! And Agent Josh Bryant would be related to the woman and is the boy they mentioned earlier when I found out about the girls! Could this be happening? When can I meet my family please?
A few minutes later I am reading through what I wrote about Carlisle. I make a chuckle and Hamish asks me if I made the goose basooning sound (which is the name I have given to one of the sounds Hamish makes which I think when he makes it means that he is seriously upset, but to be fair my chuckle sounded nothing like that sound). I told him no Hamish I did not and I put my finger on my lower eyelid to show him and I said that the sound I made means for my race "this", meaning the raising of lower eyelid or laughter when Draconians do it. I told him that I had read something funny on the screen. He said yes but he had to ask, and I told him that it was good that he asked.
Andromedans
September 04 2017, 1:35 PM - Yesterday I did a remote viewing into planet Saturn. As many of you know, Dark Lords have an interest in Saturn and I encountered several sinister Dark Lords in Saturn. Some of them followed me home and I woke up in the night as one was pulling out the life force of my heart. I asked the Dark Lord to leave and he didn't. So I called for help from higher beings, the Andromedans came to my rescue, they removed the Dark Lords from here and I was able to go back to sleep.
We are the goat kings and gods therefore, that you have removed and picked out of here. - Dark Lord
I see now a Dark Lord he is in the presence of strong white light and the light beings. The Dark Lord feels a bit ashamed there, he keeps his eyes down. These beings know each other since a long time.
We don't like having conflicting views with them! As, they were once our brothers, you see! They were made from the same dust as we. And now, we have been asked to remove them, our dear brothers. - the light being
So the light being from now seems to be what we call an Angel. Angels and Dark Lords are brothers, because I suspect that the Dark Lords are the Fallen Angels.
When I woke up in the morning, the Andromedans were with me. I wrote down that they said: "A as in Andromedan Council." The Andromedans showed me pictures that were a series of round flat circles or perhaps spheres that look flat when we look at them and there were many and they were not particularly large and inside of each was a different picture that looks like a Mandala, like the kind of Mandalas that were popular in the New Age movement in the 1990's, with lots of colors and patterns inside. Turns out these patterns were their mathematics and writing.
The Andromedans asked me of a favor. They wanted me to communicate to the senators, because senators are in charge of the world and they should do a better job. Andromedans said that Earth is in a bad shape. I will of course write down their messages and can post it on the website but the best I could do is to send the senators a link to that page, it is then up to them if they read it or not, and if they lift inspiration from it or not. I told the Andromedans that I have to be careful with writing about aliens to people because people might think that it is harassment. I told them that not even SETI which is all about finding extraterrestrials and spends lots of millions on it not even they want to have any messages about my aliens.
Next the Andromedans told me about Angels. They said that Angels are also with the Andromedans, and that it is not about religion, the Angels are just a people made by the same - and I think he said - Brotherhood of Stars.
At one point the Andromedans responded to something I had said, by saying that the Andromedans are very advanced, and I told them that everybody knows that. And I saw that the Andromedans were bald without hair on their head and that their skin is a bright light blue, a kind of bright sky blue color. And, just now as I wrote, I saw a clear glimpse of them as they showed themselves to me, and I saw that they have bodies that are made out of glass. Before you laugh at what I said about them being made out of glass, you should know something about chemistry and then you won't be laughing anymore: life on Earth is carbon based. Many biologists have theorized that it could be possible for there to be extraterrestrial life forms whose bodies are based on silicon instead of carbon. I have also learned some time ago that there are alien life forms based on silicon. And, glass is silicon dioxide, meaning that glass is made out of silicon with oxygen. The Andromedans are made out of bodies of silicon and glass and so there. They are therefore entirely crystalline in their bodies. This should anyway not be the most foreign concept that I have introduced in my work.
The Andromedans are next to some mountains that are behind them, and there is green grass there. Andromedans are shorter than an average European adult of today. They have small pointy ears but the ears do not reach above the level of the head. They have a sharp v-shaped chin. Two large cat-like eyes. They are wearing a blue uniform which has a large collar that raises upward toward the head like a flower around the neck. They are smiling and trying to hold down their happiness and a feeling almost like laughter, because there are so many things that they would like to tell me right now!
We have the most advanced spaceships, all around! - Andromedan
These guys who wanted to drink my blood means Reptilians and/or Dark Lords. Andromedans also showed me a mental image in the morning when I woke up of Hamish having leaned down on my body while I sleapt. Other aliens have also shown me images of what Hamish does at nights before, that Hamish would place his sheets of shedded scales on my body while I sleep. Hamish stays away from me during the day, but it is peculiar how he spends a lot of time really close and against me at nights when I sleep. But, I like knowing that, because, as you know I love him. Andromedans now showed me an image from the other dimension where there is a puddle of Hamish's pee on the toilet room floor. Also earlier a Dinosaur was cleaning up one of Hamish's loose poo piles from the shower room floor and I had told the Dinosaur and Hamish that I would be happy to clean up after him because he is family to me, but of course, well it is true that I would like to be the one who cleans up after my Turtle, because I love him more than anyone else in this world I presume, but also to have close encounter with him and to somehow be allowed entry into their dimension, now that would be grand.
Thank you Andromedans. You are lovely. Who created you? - me
Andromedans are wonderful. Very high-spirited and lively, immensely cheerful and happy and with a great sense of humor. They are witty. Friendly and kind and caring. But they think really fast, so they have to slow it down so that a human can keep up. This was my first proper encounter with the Andromedans. I have had very slight bits of contact with them before, but this is the first time. They are magnificent.
2:34 PM - The Andromedan is laughing. I told him I was going to draw a picture of him and that made him delighted, and as I took out the drawing pad for the computer and am working on the computer and moving the cursor with the computer mouse he thought it was a very funny scene how I was balancing the laptop computer and the computer mouse and the drawing tablet. This is not just very primitive technology that I am using but it also looks hilarious to the Andromedan, and seeing it from his eyes I agree. He is also very impatient, because his thoughts and actions run a lot faster! He could have drawn a picture in a split second. Humans are slow and we have hilariously primitive technology and that is something that the Andromedans can have a good laugh at! But they laugh in a friendly way, there is nothing condescending about that, it is just that humans are slow and silly but they love us anyway.
As I said to myself that I am now going to draw the Andromedans:
We are from the Council. That means that there are many of us. - an Andromedan, or that he said "Andromedan Council", I forgot
When the Andromedan said "That is not to be recommended...", it started with that he said in a wordless language, about some (meaning my mother) who like to pick blueberries and keep their eyes on the ground on the blueberry bushes, and then he said that I on the other hand (meaning me the author) keep my eyes up to the skies and stars and space, and then he said about keeping my eyes to space "that is not to be recommended" but that I am handling it well.
I am now going to draw, with this funny and very hilarious device. - me about the drawing pad, or I said "ridiculous and very hilarious" I forgot what I said
If it is not all true what you have said, can you make a correction? - Andromedan
6:18 PM. Andromedans asked me if I would wear a spandex suit and they asked me if I am camera shy and said that if I meet in person with the Andromedans then the whole encounter would have to be filmed, there are humans who want to make sure that the Andromedans would not harm me so filming the encounter would ensure that there is evidence if they did, and to let the Andromedans know that they would be caught if they did hurt someone. I said sure I would love to visit them but only as long as it is a real encounter and not like one of those alien abductions that my aliens do that I never get to remember.
Hamish and the piles of sheets
September 03 2017, 12:15 noon - This morning what I am almost sure was an Airship Person told me that I don't know what Hamish gets up to at nights. I told him to tell me what Hamish does at nights. He said that Hamish goes through my clothes, the ones that I have hanging on a drying rack or that are just sitting there on top of it, and that he pees on them. I asked Hamish, Hamish why do you pee on my clothes what is the reason, but I wasn't angry at my Turtle of course. But at the same time I had picked up a pile of used bedsheets from the floor from under the clothing rack that had been there now for many days because I was out of laundry detergent until now. Then I realized, the Airship Person must be referring to that pile of sheets. I told him of course I already know since many years that Hamish likes to pee on the piles of used sheets that are on the floor, I said that is not a problem I allow him to do that and besides the sheets go into the washing machine anyway. (Besides. The pee is in another dimension and it is not here.)
I have told many times already how when I pile the used sheets on the floor Hamish gets very happy and he goes to stand on top of it and he stomps his feet there and then he pees on the sheets. And I have never had a problem with it. The Airship People and Pleiadians need to realize that I love having Hamish around and that he is welcome here and he is my best friend. In fact I am about to change the sheets again so I don't mind piling these sheets up on the floor for him so that he can have a pile of sheets there again.
Last night some aliens talked to me in length about something when I had gone to bed and I thought I could remember all of it once I wake up but it doesn't work that way. I do recall the Reticulans showing me images of their medical rooms and asking me if I would like to go there and I said sure as long as I get to remember, they also mentioned the corridor that I go through which I've seen once and which I experienced when I did the remote viewing on abductions accounted for here Alien Abductions YouTube video.
I wanted to talk to you about the walrus. It was a pretty bad thing for me here. It has said Yes-No for me to be here! - Hamish, walrus refers to the Vega from recently
Hamish will do his everyday things differently. "And next, I wanted to help you learn how to chase around some Toast.", says Hamish, first he showed me a sheet of his shedded scales that he held over his both arms like someone who offers someone a towel and his eyes were smiling like before. He spends quite a lot of time on his matters of hygiene and shedding. He knows how his body works and I let him do things in any way that he wants. I am only here to support him if he needs anything from me. I would prefer if he could pee and poo in the shower like I have asked him to, because that would then presumably just wash with the water into the drain? His poo is loose but like cowpatties so I imagine it would easily dissolve and wash down the drain with the shower water. But I will let Hamish decide what he does there in the other dimension.
Hamish talks about his race
September 02 2017, 4:45 PM - Hamish looked right at me, he let me see him or that it made me see him, he was standing in the camel posture which places his hump back pointing up, he is a bright orange red color. He then spoke to me, I did not write down the exact words, but he said that his race was created by the Bird Race, and that then the Bird Race took away their eggs and abandoned them, Hamish's race was meant to die out, his race was not wanted anymore in this world, and so his race left and joined someone else (and this someone else might be Anunnaki I am not sure). Hamish said that the Pleiadians do not like his race, and that the Pleiadians do not want them to eat.
This was one of those rare moments in all our six years together, that Hamish makes the effort to speak full sentences that come from a depth of intelligence and deeper contemplation in him, as we know what his normal sentences look like. But sometimes, like this
We are getting our food, transported in this. And then we take them, Tiik! - Hamish, the image was of the orange metal containers on the harbor
But sometimes like this he makes
We are not that expensive, to maintain, by the Navy. They have given us feed, fish. - a black Reptilian tells me, and fish was (NL) in singular form of the word, and he closed eyelids when he said the last sentence meaning it makes him happy
And I told Hamish that I am happy that the Bird Race had created him, and I told him "Yes-No Pleiadians!" because they let humans torture their food animals but won't let Draconians eat food. Of course, I have to wonder if there is a big part of the story here that I am missing, some inacceptable cruelty done by the Reptilians which would make even the Arcturians turn against them, but, a big part of this is undoubtedly just racism from the Pleiadians and Pleiadian allies. A human who eats eggs, meat and dairy has no idea of what the animal suffered through. Humans think their eggs come from happy farm chickens in an idyllic utopia, when truth is that most humans eat eggs that come from chickens living in tiny cages. If I am an egg donor for the Reptilians, then I have to say that I am living a wonderful free range lifestyle and they never put me into a tiny cage.
Is this all just racism? I have known Reptilians for six years now, not just Hamish but I have met many of them. I know that it is possible to love these creatures, even though it was not meant to be possible. We are told to hate the Reptilians, told that they smell bad (well...), but when Hamish showed up in my room that day for the first time and I looked at him, I had no idea then how I was going to discover what an amazing incredible person that he is.
I do not smell nice, you have said? Is that from my outerplanetary smell? Tik, Tiik? - Hamish
To feel love toward a Reptilian was not meant to be possible. We are meant to hate them and to tell them to leave. Sure they are dominating, but only in the beginning. When I tell them nice things, they change and they become friendly. Ok sure they are mean to other species, but so are humans. And recently I have learned that the Pleiadians have also been stealing my eggs and making children, never letting me know, never telling me, never asking me for permission. An alien looks at me now, perhaps an Airship Person, he looks at me with deep disappointment, as if I should have been happy about Pleiadians and angry about Reptilians, but I am not subscribing to their racism. I love Hamish, and that was never meant to be possible to love such a being, but it is possible because I know him. I cannot un-learn what I know about Hamish, and so I can never stop loving him.
Last night a Mantid talked to me, I learned that the Dark Lords have enslaved their people. I asked the Mantid what would it do if it could spend time doing something that is meaningful to it and that makes it happy, he said that he would spend time being near to other Mantids and I read from his thoughts and feelings how the Mantids are mentally connected to one another, it creates like a blanket that is a comfortable world of feeling each other, not just a sense of companionship and family but also the thoughts and feeling that they have is a world in itself which is very comfortable and almost mysterious to us. He said that he would also have liked to visit his mother, which is a sort of Mantid. He talked about how the aliens need to take my fecal samples because the feces leads to them having food, I hope that it means that the Mantids eat food that was grown out of feces that is being used as nutritional manure. I already know from before that Mantid egg pods grow vertically up from a pile of feces that is on the floor, which should suggest that the growing Mantid pods draw nutrition from it. He also said that the food that derives from feces is not a food of their choice, but that is what they have been given. And, as I thought that it sounded as if they eat feces I said that is ridiculous when the Earth is full of vegetation that they could easily harvest! I do know however that Mantids think that vegetables look delicious, sometimes when I am eating some type of vegetable the Mantid tells me that they would love to eat it, most notably things like leaves of cabbages and salads.
Earlier today I did a quick remote view of Captain Stephens in England. I saw him holding a letter and the address on the envelope said "Coventry", I also saw that it was one of those English style addresses that has like three letters and three numbers and the way that they write addresses in England is different. This is Coventry. I mean that he was mailing something to Coventry. He on the other hand lives in Suffolk.
Something horrible and something wonderful
September 02 2017, 2:19 PM - Last night a Reticulan was in another place with a young hybrid boy. I was here in my room in my bed for the night. The Reticulan told me that he wanted to show my clitoris to that boy and it was evident that it was going to turn into something sexual involving the hybrid so I got really upset and I called for the Arcturians to help me to make the Reticulan and hybrid leave. It is really horrible and harmful because the Reticulans invoke the energy of the persons involved into a sexual energy and that is violating and it is a form of rape. Fortunately they seemed to stop with that perhaps the Arcturians were helpful I do not know and fortunately I fell asleep shortly after that so nothing much happened.
We also used to do it to cows. And that is why because we are studying it. We don't mean to make you not feed. - Reticulan [Added later same day: to make you not feed refers to that the Arcturians had shown the Reticulan what the feeling feels like as if going to vomit from this harassment.]
Ah yes I remember now, the Arcturian had conveyed to the Reticulan what my feelings were so that it could invoke some compassion and understanding, the Arcturian had shown the Reticulan the feeling of being so sick as if going to vomit and all of that and the stress like wanting to kill oneself. Reticulans however don't have compassion, but for whatever reason as far as I know they then left me alone.
When I was telling the Reticulan that if they do not stop I am going to cut open my arms or stab myself in the heart with a knife (the stress is so huge that if I were literally there and had a knife I would have stabbed myself to death), Hamish got concerned to hear about me going to die, and Hamish was so cute he showed me a mental image of himself pushing a grocery cart and putting foods into it because he was providing me with food. I thanked Hamish for wanting to give me snacks and I assured him that I was going to go buy food for myself soon. It was his way of helping me.
I want to one day sit on the shore of his favorite lake, with my feet in the water, and watching Hamish off the shore standing in the water as he looks to see if there are fish there. I want to one day visit the Dragon Turtles in the secret place on Earth and to be surrounded by red ones and yellow ones.
Yesterday I forget what the occasion was, I saw Hamish and he was doing the click sounds that are Tok Tok Tok, he didn't say Tok Tok Tok but he made the click sounds, I can tell the difference between the different sounds, I am learning his language. So then I made the same kind of Tok Tok sounds myself, I am good at making them, they are easy to make whereas the palate click is really difficult. My darling Tortoise.
I nearly forgot to say. A Reticulan told me earlier last night that it was my "butt doctor" and that he would not be working with me any longer, and I got to see him in a mental image. I told him I was sad if he leaves and I told him not to leave me because I would miss him, but I told him that as long as he is happy then it is fine. And I got to see mental images of the palms of its hands. It is a lie if I say that I would have formed an emotional bond to my Reticulans but I really try to find something there a kind of meaningful friendship and contact.
Nordic man
September 01 2017, 10:17 AM - When I woke up this morning the man who I described to be "a blonde Nordic man or a blonde light being man" two days ago on Pleiadians have made children out of my eggs too was here in my room in the other dimension. He was standing by my shelves and he told me that there was poison on my toothbrush. The toothbrush is lying there on a shelf like it usually does. He thought of a mental image as if a big dark glass bottle of poison had been tilted by someone to cause drops to fall down onto my toothbrush. He said I would be scared to know so he did not tell me more, he just said there was poison on my toothbrush. The way he said it made it seem as if literally someone had intentionally placed poison on it so that I would get it in me when I brush my teeth, however no matter what it sounds like, he could have also been referring to the bacteria growing on it. I did ask him to tell me if he meant literally a poison or if he meant just the bacteria, but he never said.
He just stood there looking at the toothbrush the whole time. I thanked him for having told me and I promised him that I would buy a new toothbrush today and that that one would go into the trash. It is actually true that toothbrushes become toxic with bacteria over some time and they do need to be switched out often. I like to think that I would switch them out once a month, but this one has now been there for I think two months, I can find out the exact time because I got it when a friend was visiting so I will ask him and then I will update it here so if you want to know how old it is you can check back again here within the next 24 hours.
He looks like a human man sort of and he has long blonde hair, the hairs are very thin and fine. His hair is about the length to his breast so it is not long like down on his back. The hair is loose. He wears some type of clothes but I am not sure what. What is strange about him is that his eyes are black so I do not know if someone is tricking me with shapeshifts? I am however sure that this is the same Nordic man that I encountered two days ago and wrote about in that linked to section.
We don't like those men to be your, their fathers anymore. - Nordic man says, he seems to refer to Assistant Carlisle, probably to Jack and the others too, that these men are fathers to the children that are made with me
One of the first things the Nordic said when he was here was that he wanted to tell me about Ljubljana, and then later he said that he is from Ljubljana, he said that their way of life is better there than my life here and he mentioned two reasons why, being that they do not fight there and it is safe, and that they have like an unlimited VISA card there so unlimited money and resources for what they need in life.
I look up now Ljubljana and to my surprise it is in the European country Slovenia. Is he living in the city with humans? Or perhaps there seem to be large mountains close to the city of Ljubljana and might he be from an alien base in those mountains perhaps?
I don't want you to be arrogant if I come here, because you are like their mut. - first I thought the Nordic man said this but then I saw a black Reptilian, and it does sound like a typical textbook thing that a Reptilian would say
I look on a map and Ljubljana is close to a lot of high mountains and wilderness which might seem like a good place where to hide an alien base, if he lives in such an alien base.
And earlier he told me that the reason he was telling me about the poisoned toothbrush was because he cared since I was going to have a child with them. He also started to tell me, "Pick yourself up!" several times a bit rather annoyed, I took that to mean that he meant that I should be more active and do things or do something with myself and with my life so I told him that it is ok to tell me about the toothbrush or to give me advice and information but that it was not ok to tell me how to live my life. Namely lately I have been sitting by the computer and writing The Orion Project for you wouldn't believe how many hours and days and weeks, it seems I have been spending day and night on this, because of the amount of material coming in. I won't have anyone telling me how to live my life.
So now the Pleiadians and Nordics are having children with me.
It was not with us. Backpack. - Hamish says, "backpack" was (NL)
Ok so now Pleiadians and Nordics are using my eggs, and here Hamish said that this is not done with his Reptilian team, suggesting these are two separate teams using my eggs. To be clear, the Pleiadians and Nordics have to my recollection never asked me if they can use my eggs, it is clear that they have made the decision without my conscious consent, unless they have asked me at a time that I cannot recollect upon and that I would have given them permission then, but knowing myself and how I feel about the Pleiadians I don't know if I would have agreed to it just so easily?
Welcome to the military base camp. You've got to see your little ones. - Jack says to me
Yes one of the first things I did after I got out of bed was to start a load in the washing machine, and no I was never at any point angry at the Nordic.
Last night Jack said something about marriage to me and I told him about my type of man that I would marry and that if he wants to marry we should go out on a date together first, "in real life, irl", I told him. Then even though I was still here in my room in my bed and Jack was in some other place, it is as if another version of my body is in that other place, and I could see him and I could feel what he was feeling and it was as if he was having sex with my body there. First I saw him and saw what he saw and felt what he felt when he saw me naked, and I told him that he is in love with me and he denied it, but I am telling you Jack has developed a relationship to me. I thought that most men love to have sex with a new woman every time, that they get bored with a woman after the first time and want someone different, but Jack loves the feeling of how my body is familiar to him, he recalls previous times of how good it has felt to have sex with me, he has built up years of knowing me or my body at least, and he loves me. He loves my body, he does not want some other woman than me.
Something else happened last night when I went to bed that I forgot. By the way "last night when I went to bed" was already something like 5 AM because I was again up all night working on The Orion Project.
The night before last, which I estimate would have been about 1 AM or 3 AM when I went to bed, there was then also alien contact. A Reptilian let me see itself in a mental image, it was a bit small in size and its body was covered in black or a type of dark green scales which were many and pointed out from the skin and were the kind of shape as human fingernails have only thicker, with somewhat pointy but a bit blunt and not sharp edges on the scales. He told me that he is not really from outer space, he originates from planet Earth. He told me that they have lost all of their females and eggs
Tok Tok, Turoak. - Hamish says
Hamish here responded to my saying that the females and eggs were lost, Tok Tok perhaps to get my attention (it means "come here") and Turoak I sensed that it referred to a Crocodile Man, see here Crocodile Men see on the bottom of that page about "Turok" the Crocodile Man. Namely, Crocodile Men are notorious for taking away the laid eggs and newly hatched babies of at least Hamish's race of Dragon Turtles. It sounds tragic, but times when Hamish and his race have laid eggs in a nest, when those babies hatch and are small the Crocodile Men take them away from the Dragon Turtles. So is this part of how the females and eggs of these Reptilians were lost in the story I was told by the visiting Reptile? And that night I told him my condolences and I told him that it made me really sad or did I say that it also made me angry.
And now I forget if it was last night or the night before, probably the night before last like when the Reptilian visited me, I was told about Reptilian penises and shown a mental image of what it looks like, yes that slender
Hush. You don't need to know about them. - Thuban
Slender pink colored penis which becomes almost pointy at the end. I have seen those, and Hamish's has that pink color for example. The robust black Reptilians have a similar build but theirs is white in color. Anyhow, there might have been more conversations and visits and images but when I do not write down no matter how I tell myself that I am going to remember it in the morning I tend to forget.
I would have written down the exact words that the Nordic said, but it takes a lot of effort to take notes and I am reaching a point of exhaustion already as it is with my The Orion Project, so I find myself now lately time and time again telling visiting aliens that please I cannot talk right now, I tell them that I feel obliged to write everything down. The conversations themselves are not exhausting at all, but it is the fact that I write everything down.
Please do not talk to them about my penis. Because it was not for them. It was for me my eggs. - Hamish
See what I almost forgot because I don't write down? I had a visitation from what I call an astral Altair man last night and we had a conversation. I will write about it on the page about the Altair later on.
Also, the Nordic man was earlier talking about how he was considering if he was even going to have sex with me or not and he seems to lean on the not. I don't blame him, I am of course some sort of part ape human so why would anyone bother.
No, we do not like having children with you but we have to, it is about improving the human race. - Nordic man
No, I don't want to fight with her. - the Nordic man answers to the black Reptilian, so this black Reptilian is interacting with this Nordic probably about the having children part, but what their relationship to each other is I do not know
1:54 PM. I almost forgot to mention! Two nights ago the Agenda showed me mental images of George Bush senior. It is highly unlikely that I would have been thinking of him myself because I wasn't. I was then shown that there was a dark, black dark green Reptilian superimposed with the man's body. The first thing I noticed was the Reptilian eyes, then that the Reptilian was superimposed. This Reptilian had a bad energy about him, but nonetheless I said nice things to the Reptilian like how I greet all of my lizzards, by saying things like "Hello Reptilian!"
You should really not talk to the Anunnaki. They might like that you know. - the Nordic man
Things like "Hello Reptilian! I love you! Cute LIZARD! It's a CUTE Serpent Lizzard Reptile!", things like that, even though the energy of this particular one was horrendous, dangerous and evil, which is not the case for Reptilians I typically meet. This Reptilian showed me that it had steered the former president's hand to sign papers and to order wars. Specifically this Reptilian had wanted the wars and the deaths. This Reptilian said "Do you know what I have done?" when I was saying nice things to it. But after my kind words, the Reptilian seemed to forgive itself a bit and its energy changed, as if it had just been holding on to a bad energy because of guilt over what it had done by causing wars and human casualties, but that my kindness to the Reptilian reminded him of who he is as a Reptilian person if you look beside the wars and deaths, so he relaxed a bit and his true energy is not as bad as those things. The Reptilian told me that they the Reptilians had been forced to do these things, forced by what more than likely were the Dark Lords.
Make of that little story what you want. At least that is a story told to me by Reptilians, and if anyone objects then we can say that Reptilians tell fairytale stories about world politics, ok?
I also forgot that a Reptilian either last night or the night before last, told me that the Anunnaki used to be with them, he may have even said that they had been created by the Anunnaki, but he said that the Anunnaki had now abandoned them.
Another story. Last night I was shown mental images of the black cartoon cat again, see here Green Reticulan, and sure enough the same magnificent alien let me see itself in a mental image. It was in a spaceship room I think. Its body is interesting, the body is shaped like a block with a long neck, and the head is positioned not central to the neck but the neck is directly under the chin. This alien was not light green, it had a pale yellow kind of color. He told me that he would work with my fecal samples, I said it was ok that I would help him if I could. (I even said I would extract it myself!) He told me that his kind had been taken over by what he meant were the Dark Lords. Otherwise he would not be doing this. I told him that his people need to be careful and to do what they must to stay safe, and that perhaps one day they can be freed again. He really is a beautiful creature, there is nothing sinister about him.
They are part of our puzzle-pieces here. And so. No one is going anywhere. We need them? We have taken them therefore. - Dark Lord
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