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There are many proposals to explore Titan. Some of the most original ideas includes a spaceship that uses the atmosphere itself as fuel to fly about the planet. Others includes balloons and rovers, and other cool ideas. This idea is really noteworthy. It involves the use of a submarine to explore the seas of Titan.
But first…
What is Titan?
Titan is a moon of the outer gas giant Saturn. People know Saturn as the “planet with the rings”. It’s a pretty big moon. And it has an atmosphere, with continents and oceans.
Saturn’s largest moon Titan is an extraordinary and exceptional world. Among our solar system’s more than 150 known moons, Titan is the only one with a substantial atmosphere. And of all the places in the solar system, Titan is the only place besides Earth known to have liquids in the form of rivers, lakes and seas on its surface.
Titan is larger than the planet Mercury and is the second largest moon in our solar system. It is larger than our moon around the earth.
Jupiter’s moon Ganymede is just a little bit larger (by about 2 percent).
Titan’s atmosphere is made mostly of nitrogen, like Earth’s, but with a surface pressure 50 percent higher than Earth’s. Titan is the only moon in the solar system known to have a substantial atmosphere, which is mostly nitrogen like Earth’s.
Titan has clouds, rain, rivers, lakes and seas of liquid hydrocarbons like methane and ethane. The largest seas are hundreds of feet deep and hundreds of miles wide. Beneath Titan’s thick crust of water ice is more liquid—an ocean primarily of water rather than methane.
Titan’s subsurface water could be a place to harbor life as we know it, while its surface lakes and seas of liquid hydrocarbons could conceivably harbor life that uses different chemistry than we’re used to—that is, life as we don’t yet know it. But then again, Titan could just as well be a lifeless world.
Titan’s air is dense enough that you could walk around without a spacesuit. But you’d need an oxygen mask and protection from the bitter cold.
Map
Titan has both continents, large land masses, oceans, and seas. While the atmosphere is different than that of the earth, and it is much colder, it is in many ways quite similar. It is an exciting place to visit and explore.
Here’s a map of one of the inland seas…
Indeed, there are so many interesting things in the topographical image above. You can see deep seas, rivers that feed into the seas, mountains, hills, and islands. It would be a great place to go to, and explore.
Maybe go to one of the isthmus’s and stand on the edge and look out and over the immense sea. It would be interesting. As Saturn is so close, the gravitational forces must be interesting and create some curious tidal movements. You would be able to watch them (with a time elapse camera) and it would be curious.
A cool proposal to discover the undersea world of Titan by robotic submarine.
The following is a reprint of an article titled “Submarine could explore seas of huge Saturn moon Titan” written by Mike Wall on Space.com. Reprinted with minor changes, and edited to fit this venue. All credit to the author.
The sub could be ready to launch in the 2030s, researchers said.
A submarine could explore alien seas just a few decades from now.
Researchers have been crafting a concept mission that would send a submarine to Saturn’s huge moon Titan, which sports lakes and seas of liquid hydrocarbons on its frigid surface.
Such a mission, if approved and funded by NASA, could be ready to launch in the 2030s, potentially paving the way for even more ambitious submarine exploration down the road, the concept’s developers said.
“We feel that the Titan submarine is kind of a first step before you go do a Europa or Enceladus” sub mission, Steven Oleson, of NASA’s Glenn Research Center in Ohio, said last month during a presentation with the agency’s Future In-Space Operations working group.
Europa and Enceladus — moons of Jupiter and Saturn, respectively — both harbor huge oceans of liquid water. But these two water bodies are buried under ice shells and would therefore be tougher to drop a sub into than Titan’s surface seas.
A weird and potentially habitable world
At 3,200 miles (5,150 kilometers) wide, Titan is the second-largest moon in the solar system. The only one bigger is Jupiter’s Ganymede, which has Titan beat by just 75 miles (120 km).
But size isn’t all that makes Titan special. For example, the giant moon is the only world beyond Earth known to host stable bodies of liquid on its surface — those seas and lakes of liquid methane and ethane, some of which are bigger than North America’s Great Lakes.
In addition, Titan’s thick atmosphere likely hosts complex chemistry involving organic molecules, the carbon-containing building blocks of life as we know it. As a result, many astrobiologists view Titan as a promising potential abode for life, suggesting that native organisms could be swirling in the moon’s air or swimming in its lakes and seas.
Those swimmers would be very different from anything that exists here on Earth, given that they’d be making a living in liquid methane or ethane rather than water. Titan’s surface is far too cold for water to remain liquid, but scientists think the moon hosts a salty sea of the stuff deep underground, like Enceladus, Europa and a number of other solar system bodies.
It’s therefore possible that Titan hosts two completely different and separate ecosystems — a surface world of “strange life” that overlies a realm of more familiar (to us, anyway) water-reliant organisms.
Exploring the hydrocarbon seas?
Most of what we know about Titan we’ve learned from the $3.2 billion Cassini-Huygens mission, which studied Saturn and its many moons up close from 2004 through 2017. The bulk of this work was done by NASA’s Cassini Saturn orbiter, but significant contributions also came from the Huygens lander, a European Space Agency-Italian Space Agency probe that touched down on Titan in January 2005.
NASA is working on a Titan spacecraft of its own — an eight-rotor drone called Dragonfly, which is scheduled to launch in 2026. If all goes according to plan, Dragonfly will land on Titan in 2034, then study the moon’s complex chemistry and potential habitability at a number of different locations.
A submarine could be the next step in Titan exploration. The agency has not selected the Titan sub idea as an official mission, but Oleson and his team did get two rounds of funding from the NASA Innovative Advanced Concepts (NIAC) program, which seeks to spur the development of potentially game-changing exploration ideas and technologies. Those two NIAC grants, worth $100,000 and $500,000, were awarded in 2014 and 2015, respectively.
The main goal of the NIAC work was to draw up a basic engineering blueprint of a potential Titan sub, Oleson said.
“Is it possible?” he said during the FISO presentation. “What kinds of technologies are needed? What’s unique about that environment?”
The uniqueness is multilayered. For instance, though Titan is huge for a moon, it’s much smaller than Earth, sporting just 14% of our planet’s gravitational pull. That means a Titan sub wouldn’t experience nearly as much pressure on its hull as a sub would at the same depth on Earth.
And the Titan sub would be cruising through a different medium than the ones here on Earth do. But that’s not necessarily a negative, either. A submarine could push through liquid hydrocarbons fairly easily, Oleson said, and the stuff is transparent to radio signals, enabling communication with the craft even while it’s submerged.
Those communications could reach the sub directly from Earth or be relayed via a Titan orbiter, depending on the mission architecture.
A standalone Titan submarine would need to be big — about 20 feet (6 meters) long, with a weight (on Earth) of 3,300 lbs. (1,500 kilograms) — to accommodate the requisite communications equipment, Oleson said. A sub with an orbiter companion, by contrast, could fit the same science instrumentation into a body just 6.5 feet (2 m) long, with a weight of about 1,100 lbs. (500 kg).
That science gear should include, at the bare minimum, a chemistry package that analyzes liquid samples, a surface imager, a depth sounder, a weather station and an instrument that measures the physical properties of the surrounding sea, Oleson and his team determined. Additional instruments could analyze seafloor samples and image the ocean bottom, among other tasks.
The researchers also investigated the possibility of staying on the surface with a boat, which would probe the Titanic depths intermittently with small, instrument-laden devices called dropsondes. This would be a less risky option, but the reward would be lower as well, Oleson said.
“We’re losing out on science, just from the fact that we can’t submerge and do a lot of these tests,” he said of the boat idea.
A standalone submarine or a sub-orbiter duo would likely be flagship missions, Oleson said. Flagships are NASA’s most expensive and ambitious missions, with price tags generally in excess of $2 billion these days. Examples include Cassini-Huygens, the Mars rover Curiosity and the Mars 2020 rover Perseverance, which launched toward the Red Planet in late July.
NASA might be able to pull off a Titan boat mission via its New Frontiers program, Oleson said. New Frontiers missions, such as Dragonfly and the New Horizons Pluto probe, cost significantly less than flagships. Proposals for the latest round of New Frontiers funding, which resulted in Dragonfly’s June 2019 selection, had to abide by a cost cap of $850 million (not including launch or mission-operations costs).
All versions of a Titan sea explorer would be nuclear-powered, just like Cassini and Dragonfly. Saturn lies 10 times farther from the sun than Earth does, so sunlight is spread pretty thin on Titan. (And a solar-powered submarine would probably be a bad idea even here on Earth, given that such vehicles make a living plying dark depths.)
Launch in the 2030s?
Titan’s high northern latitudes host almost all of the moon’s lakes and seas, including the two most intriguing submarine-exploration targets, Kraken Mare and Ligeia Mare.
Both of these bodies are enormous. Kraken Mare covers about 154,000 square miles (400,000 square km) and is at least 115 feet (35 m) deep. Ligeia Mare has an area of 50,000 square miles (130,000 square km) and a maximum depth of 560 feet (170 m).
Like Saturn, Titan has seasons that last around seven Earth years apiece. It would be best to explore Kraken or Ligeia during Titan’s northern summer, when a spacecraft could image shorelines in visible light and communicate directly with mission controllers on Earth, Oleson said.
A 2045 arrival at Titan would therefore be a good choice, he said. If the mission included an orbiter for communications, arriving during the northern springtime, around 2040, is also an option, Oleson added.
The journey to Saturn takes about seven years, so a Titan sub mission of any type would need to launch in the 2030s (unless we want to wait another three decades for the seasons to shift again).
That timeline “would be fine with us — to be able to get this ready in the next decade to push there,” Oleson said.
If you all are still around by 2045, you might be able to view the undersea world of Titan via electronic media. I’ll almost be in my 90’s by then. Hopefully still kicking, and hopefully not in an old-folks home.
Still, it’s an exciting concept. I’ve always enjoyed adventure and this is the best of what we can do now with what is publicly available to us now.
There’s a lot of interesting things about Titan. Many things that are worthy of discussion, but I really cannot get too deep into those subjects. My lips are sealed. But, no worries, you can well imagine standing on one of those large isthmus’s and look out and watch the slow sluggish movement of the nearly calm seas.
Wouldn’t it be grand?
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In this post, I describe some of my experiences or “adventures” in world-line travel. As I have stated previously, many of the world-line slides that I cycled through were fairly bland. The changes were for the most part insignificant. Each one looked nearly identical to the one before it.
Oh, sure I was provided with some extreme examples when I was first being trained, but in operations it was hardly the same. This post describes some of the world-lines that I visited and how they differ from this current one. Here are some of the more interesting or noteworthy world-lines.
The reader must keep in mind that I had no control over my destination world-line. That was controlled by the “pilot” who manipulated the artifice which interfaced with my ELF probes and EBP. I might be considered the “commander”, but for the most part, I was just a frazzled traveler.
Let’s start off describing an odd world-line.
The Spicy World-Line
Back in the early 1990’s I spent almost a week (which was a long time – most switches occurred hours apart, or days at the most) on a world-line that enjoyed spicy food. Imagine my surprise when my wife added hot chili peppers to my bowl of Cheerios! Not sugar. No. Dried red hot chilies were sprinkled on it, instead of sugar, and then warm milk was poured over it. Everything on that world-line was spicy. Everything.
That included “spicy coke”, the red colored can of “Blistering coke plus”, and “Pepsi hot”. There were also cans of “Inferno”, and hot and spicy chewing gum. You could also get a magma milkshake.
Aside from that difference, the world-line was very similar to my initial departure world-line. I know that it sounds very dull, uninteresting, and boring, but that was the way it was. I never made aggressive slides to wildly divergent world-lines outside of my training.
I do not know why this world-line was so important, nor do I understand what the significance was for eating spicy food.
Luckily, for some reason, my stomach was able to handle all the spicy food. Which makes me really wonder about world-line travel. How can my mind and memories are that of another world-line, when my physical self has totally adapted to the new world-line. The only way that I can reconcile this fact, is that the consciousness, and memories reside above and apart of a given world-line. Yet the physical body is part of a given world-line.
This would also explain why sometimes I would have a tattoo, or a scar, or (even) nail-polish on my fingernails, and have no memories associated with the changes. My memories resided outside of the physical body. When I gallivanted back and forth and in and out of the different world-lines, I was stuck with my old memories.
It’s sort of like the movie “Hot Tub Time Machine”, where (at the end of the movie) they left the hot tub and found that they had new houses, new wives, and new lives that they had no recall of.
Other than that issue about spicy food items, the world-line was very similar to all the others. There were no “extra characters” that messed up with my spelling ability like the “rune” world-line. Or the “sickly world-line” where everyone was suffering (and I do mean suffering) with some kind of very terrible illness.
Speaking of which…
The Sick World Line
I once traveled on a world-line that scared the living heck out of me. It was in the early 1990-s. Maybe 1992. And early October. Leaves were turning and it was a very beautiful time of the year with crisp blue skies.
Luckily it was only for a few hours. I was at work, and I cycled into a new world line as I often did in the past. When I got up from my desk to go and get a Dr. Pepper, I noticed that everyone looked very sick.
I mean everyone.
Everyone was coughing. Some were even coughing up blood in tissues. They were all terribly sick and many just sat at their desk or collapsed in the chair. It looked like they were exhausted and taking a nap.
I too was beginning to get sick…
..but it wasn’t so bad. It was just a shallow dry cough. I had a slight headache and a fever, as did just about everyone else. The only thing about this, and the reason why I was so fearful, was that my chest felt like it was full of cement. It felt “solid”, if that makes any sense to you all. I couldn’t take in air, and everything was an exertion.
I never understood why everyone was so sick, or the conditions for it on that world-line.
I tried to listen to the radio at lunch, but no one was saying anything about sickness or an outbreak. Which was really odd, as it seemed to me that the entire city was sickly and dying off. Instead the news was all about some basketball player who died in an airplane accident. They were also going on and on about how “there were no masks” which was pretty silly. After all, not having masks during the Halloween season is really a “tempest in a teacup”.
Anyways, I will tell you that I was starting to really panic. I couldn’t get much air in my chest at all, and I was afraid that I wasn’t going to survive the world line.
I do remember Rush Limbaugh (Yes, he was on that world-line) talking about the up-coming war with the “Chi-Coms”, and that their military was no match for ours. He kept on referring to them as “bat soup slurping Chi-Coms”. That we would just be able to walk all over them, and they wouldn’t have a fighting chance. Whether this sickness was a consequence of the bellicose nature of the Neocons in the United States, or a preemptive WMD attack by China, on that world-line, I never found out.
I was only on that world-line for maybe four or five hours.
The entire time started about 10:00 in the morning, and went through lunch, and ended before the end of my work day. Everyone in the company was sick and (I think) dying. The factory floor was deserted, with just a handful of people resting in the break rooms.
At lunch, I drove to eat some fast food.
There wasn’t much going on. Though this world line didn’t have the “city chicken” special that I had grown fond of. They did however have this option called “super-sizing” where you could make everything bigger (soda and fries) for only a dollar more. Which was pretty cool, except that my wallet wasn’t full of money. I had a “married mans wallet”. Just a few dollars, and moths that flew out when you opened it (LOL – joke).
The streets were deserted, and McDonald’s was in the process of closing.
It was really odd, and completely out of sorts with what you would expect a CDC-level medical emergency to be like. No one was covered with sores, though when I looked at people my “minds eye” would conjure up images of smallpox victims.
People looked… well normal and ordinary. Everyone seemed fine, aside from being sickly and very tired.
That’s it, don’t you know.
Our images of what to expect are colored by history, our own experiences, and the thoughts of others. In my mind, I felt that this was a bioweapon event. Though, even though that is what it felt like, it was not what it appeared to be. It just seemed like a rather quiet time where the few people who were around were sick… very sick.
After all, if it was a bioweapon attack, then why wasn’t anyone talking about World War III? It just didn’t make sense to me at all. People were acting as if nothing was going on, even though (obviously) a sizable portion of the population was staying home and not going outside.
What I took from that entire experience is that there is a big difference between talking about war, and living through it.
Heed my advice.
The World-line without Zippers
Most world-lines looked like every other one. When you slide, you just cannot notice any difference. Once, I did a slide and everything looked the same. No big deal. As always, I just continued to do my work. My work assignments were the same, and my friends were the same and my wife was the same. My pets were the same. However, I did notice something different when I went to the bathroom to take a pee.
My trousers did not have a zipper. Instead of a zipper were buttons. That’s correct. There were three buttons that I had to undo to go and pee. I don’t know if I liked having a button front, or a zipper front. I think a zipper front is much more convenient, but there was something clean and simple about having buttons…
Maybe it’s a good idea. But, I’ll tell you what, I have yet to encounter trousers with buttons in my present (semi-fixed) world-line.
The Plastic Surgery World-line
Most of the world-line slides occurred within hours or days. This period of time, a mere few hours, is not long enough to determine what the differences are in a new world-line. That is because, and I remind the reader, that most of my world-line slides were very similar to the previous world-line. This was by intention and was necessary for a host of reasons.
I well remember that I once went into a new world-line that looked identical to the previous one. However there was one noticeable difference that I well recall. It was so odd that I will never forget it.
There was an advertisement for a plastic surgery hospital. On the billboard was an attractive woman who was cradling her tummy as she was obviously nine months pregnant. The words in the advertisement went something like this; “ Let Doctor XXXXXX sculpt your body for the expectant mother look.” WTF?
In that world-line you could have plastic surgery that would make you look like you were nine months pregnant. Talk about doing a “double take”!
Most Other World-lines
Most of the other world-lines, including my original world-line had certain features that differ from the world-line that I currently occupy. I wouldn’t go as far as these differences are significant, but they are noticeable.
This refers to world-lines that I visited. Not which exists. For I do not know of the sum totality of everything. I only know what I was exposed to. This is a very important distinction.
Perhaps the first thing that I would say is the most noticeable is that McDonald’s is different. That’s true. On this current world-line McDonald’s has this “golden arch” symbol that looks like an “M”. But on most of the other world lines, the McDonald’s aren’t so obviously “corporate” and maintain a “twin rainbow” arch design.
Most other world-lines also use better English than this current one does. I think that the reason is because on other world-lines they still (for the most part) maintain a more traditional education system where Latin and Greek are still taught.
Yes, the globalist push for diversity of race over cultural adaptation is present in most all of the other world-lines; however none were so advanced in achieving it as in this world-line. Of, course that is only based on what I have been exposed to.
Most other world-lines have merit based (American) welfare programs, and speak English. California is also known as the “outlier” in most other world-lines, and yes, most other world-lines do refer to the 9th Circuit Court as the “9th Circus court”. (Thank Bill Clinton for that. He was the successful architect of that.)
Yet, this world-line is nearly unique (compared to the bulk of the others that I visited) in a number of areas. For instance, on most other world-lines that I have visited, the American roads are paved in cement and not asphalt. Here it is the other way around. Toll booths, roadside rest areas, and picnic tables seem to be stable elements across all the world-lines that I have ventured into.
Not too many changes there.
Campbell’s Soups are just as popular on other world-lines, but here the most popular soups are tomato and chicken noodle, but on other world lines it is more evenly spread out. If you look at the store shelves, instead of having tomato and chicken noodle cans you are just as likely to find vegetable and beef-rice soups.
Pit Bulls aren’t so popular on other world-lines as they apparently are here. Poodles and Collies seem to be.
Cats are cats, and are everywhere. Though, many of them have wings (no kidding!) It’s an evolutionary item that isn’t that predominant on this world line. It is a fur covered flap of skin that the cats have. Not every cat has this, but a goodly percentage does. Maybe as much as 60% on some world-lines.
Some of my cats would be death from above to the birds pecking at the ground below.
Things that would and wouldn’t change
For the most part, my wife and pets pretty much stayed the same. After a slide, my “new” wife would be nearly identical to my “previous slide” wife. Of course, my wife did not participate in any slides, so her memories were always those associated with the world-line she inhabited.
In some world-lines my wife would be heavier, while in others she might be thinner. Hair styles, dress and behaviors always were a function of the given world-line.
You might think that it might be cool to have a different wife with each world-line slide. Well, that didn’t happen. I think that if it did, the mere fact of that would end up altering my personality, thus rendering me useless for my mission parameters. I, and I think most men, need a degree of stability in their life. The women in their life prove this, and it is a core important need.
My cats were different. They seemed to totally be aware of me sliding in and out of world-lines. Don’t ask me why I have that impression. I don’t think that I can vocalize the reasons accurately except to say that their soul is a matrix soul. Which imparts a kind of multi-dimensional understanding with it.
My dogs also seemed to be aware of the world-line slides. However, they behaved differently. When I would first enter a new world-line they would come up to me timidly and quizzing. Then after a few hours, all would be fine. Only once or twice would my dog stand up, stare at me, and start barking on my world-line arrival.
Some Thoughts
Seriously, if the reader were to use my probes, they would be rather surprised on how little the world-lines change when you slide in and out of them. Trees are still awesome. People fish, hunt, and have pets. Some of which are unusual.
The news is still obnoxious and is still trying to influence how you think.
People engage in vices, and the government tries to limit it so that they can (personally) obtain secondary sources (also known as a “cut”) of others income. People fight and squabble. There are rabble, riff-raff, and intelligentsia who think that they are better than everyone else (but are actually just people who are trapped in their own neuroses oblivious to the rest of the world).
Major personalities seem to exist in other world-lines. That includes John Wayne, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hugh Hefner and Donald Trump.
Extreme USA
Let’s talk a little bit about some of the world-line slides that I was involved in during the 1990’s. That was a crazy decade (from my point of view) for certain.
Early on, before the year 2000, the <redacted> “pilot” was cycling the slides rapidly (for some reason, that I assumed had some real significance) and with large swings in deviance. I guess that the time period in question was the primary reason for my “mission”.
Thus, where I would “normally” slide in and out of world-lines of maybe 1% to perhaps 5%, the slides were going much “further out” than that.
The reader might have this idea that I would be exposed to purple colored watermelons, or two moons in the sky. Nope, my experiences were not that extreme. In fact, all of the variances had (or possessed) a common point of origin or common history.
However, this was significantly different. For now, in these great deviance’s, the “past” histories were now significantly altered. As such, the observed (manifested) changes were primarily due to significant changes in past histories.
The movement started to engage in changes that derived from changing “past” events as opposed to changing “current” events. For instance, a 2% deviation might have a new world-line where the apple on my kitchen table was now a banana.
A 4% deviation might have us sitting on the floor Japanese or Korean style.
These deviance’s represent a change in “current” reality attributes.
However, what was happening was that there was a new attribute incorporated in the changes. This was an added component of reality attribute changes as a function of prior history.
It would be a 2% deviance and an additional 3% deviance of attribute “K”.
MWI switching involved a large number of variables. I was trained in the manual manipulation of seven of them. However, I know that there are many, many more.
Typically, the “pilot” would implement these slides to fit the requirements that they felt necessary. I just “rode” the slides as they materialized. Sometimes it was just frazzling, but mostly it wasn’t really too bad.
Control of the World-Line Drivers
There is a method towards the control and specification of the coordinates of a new world-line. In the 5th dimensional egress portal mechanism, that was a 5th dimensional system. As far as I understand it is based on coordinates relative to the point of egress.
In other words…
Enter portal at 0,0,0,0,0,0,0.
Arrival at coordinates 12,-4,2,0,6,8,-9
However, I was not involved in fifth dimensional portal egress. I was involved in seventh dimensional slides.
The core kit #2 ELF probes interacted with the EBP to enable seventh dimensional egress. This was a much more involved system, with coordinates substantially different from the portal egress methodology. The <redacted> “pilot” did not use numbers for coordinates. It utilized a series of circular symbols to configure the coordinates. And, I haven’t a clue as to how to operate them.
What I do know, however, is that once the coordinates were established, I could always take a look at where I was. As I did have access to the resultant “map” through the ELF core kit #2 probes. However, it was never a very useful or rewarding effort as the location map looked a little something like this;
Only it was overlaid with similar versions, all seemingly transparent to some degree more or less.
Deep Dive
For a while in the early 1990’s, I went through a significant series of slides that I refer to (personally) as the “Deep Dive”.
However, this time the resultant changes were significant. Utilization of this additional element of deviation resulted in significant changes in realities. I was able to slide in and out of equally strange world lines. (Although none of them were as drastic as a change in weather, language or culture like I experienced early on in China Lake.)
That’s the way many of the world-line changes were.
I had no idea what the differences were, and my time on the world-line was often of such a short duration that I never could really investigate what the causes of the changes were. Sometimes however, I could “pin point” a direct cause or event that seemed to be a major mitigating factor.
The Dive Itself
A series of strange divergences started to take place. Each one took place (approximately) on my same world-line but with drastically different “lead up to” histories. I started to slide into world-lines that had critical junctures altered. Each slide was more drastic in influence. Yet each slide resulted is a relatively calm and easygoing lifestyle.
The first slide took place around 1994 and apparently represented a world where “something” was altered in the 1970’s. I don’t know what was altered. But, in hindsight, the life seemed a little bit better. At least, from my point of view, I had a little more money in my wallet, and I drove a nicer car. This slide was a short one and only lasted maybe eight hours.
That was followed by a slide where the world was significantly different.
I don’t know what happened, though I do know that we did not get involved in the Vietnam War. Cuba was our long-time friend. I can only suppose that John F. Kennedy was not killed, and LBJ never became President. This world was even nicer than the previous world-line. I was doing much better, and my house reflected that fact. I know all about this because I spent over a week on this world-line.
Following this, there were a series subsequent deep slides.
Many of which I have no idea what the changes were, but they seemed to go back in time in approximately 10 to 25 year increments. Each time a major event was replaced with (nothing?) something else. The result of this was that each time, my standard of living got progressively better and better. The air was softer and sweeter.
What I mean is that I would go to a world-line where there were some significant changes 25-years in the past of that world-line.
Then, the next world-line after that would go “deeper”. I would be on a world-line where the significant changes occurred 35-years in the past of that world-line.
This was how it was like. The slides continued all year, and kept going deeper and deeper changing and reversing events that we today on this world-line consider to be fixed and immobile.
No Taxation of Americans
The funny thing about all these slides is that when you occupy a world-line that you fall in love with, and then come to something resembling this world-line you start to RESENT the changes made in the base-line world-lines.
Nothing was so obvious as to what the morons did to the United States around 1910 to 1920. Those evil, selfish, fucking selfish idiots.
Ok. Let me discuss this a little bit in detail.
There was a world-line where no one paid any taxes. Yes, the 16th amendment was never ratified. People were happier and healthier, and it was much calmer and quieter time. However, there were trade-offs. Though I do not know if the trade-offs were directly associated with the lack of taxes or other things. The thing that was most notable was that it was pretty much technologically backwards compared to the baseline.
The reader is advised NOT to assume that the passage of the 16th amendment resulted in the technology explosion that we have today. There is no correlation. I am only reporting my experiences, and that includes a world-line that is so described.
Yes, I know this because I was paid in cash and there were absolutely no deductions at all. I was paid what I was earned. I was on this world line for nearly two weeks. It was a long time. (My wife kept on saying that I “felt” really odd to her. And she wanted to know “what was going on”. What could I possibly say that wouldn’t get me thrown into a mental hospital?)
When you bought something, it was for one dollar, or a dollar and twenty five cents. Not $7.98.
I remember well, how I wanted to get a coke, at a seven-11 and there wasn’t any. (Store that is.) I had to go to the gas station and buy a coke. I opened up my wallet and the normal $30 or so that I usually kept was missing. I only had two (paper) dollars and a change purse of coins. So, I gave the kid a liberty dollar coin, and he gave me back ninety five cents! It only cost five cents for a coke in 1994! (Insane.)
The money was also different. Aside from the pennies and nickels there were two and three cent coins!
In my wallet, I had numerous bills all of which looked very, very unusual. They looked “similar to” (NOT “the same as”) this;
I stayed on that world-line for a little over two weeks. Maybe 16 days in total. It was ok, but I really missed the television shows that I was watching at the time. Oh, televisions existed, but I was (apparently) unable to afford them in that world-line.
Instead, we had a big radio that had multiple bands that sat on a table in the living room. It had a brown bakelite plastic housing. When turned on it would light up and give this kind of humming sound.
Newspapers existed, but were different. The newspaper “America Today” was in black and white instead of the colorful “USA Today”.
Before the “Deep Dive”, I would work and then go home. At home we would have a meal and watch our favorite television shows. My wife would sometimes play her electric piano. Then we would go to bed.
Not now. Before the “deep dive”, I would come home and plop myself down in front of the television set.
In this new world-line, my new reality, we didn’t watch television. We didn’t even own one! Yes, we had many conveniences in the kitchen, but the groceries were totally different. Mostly they were canned and dry goods. There were very few frozen foods.
A little van would drive up to the house and my wife would buy fresh vegetables and eggs from the man. There were supermarkets, but most of the stores were family owned. There wasn’t any malls that I recall. Yet in the mid-1990’s malls were a very popular center of the community on the baseline reality.
My wife made different kinds of meals. (Which is something that you get used to in this role.) They pretty much consisted of a meat, or fish, with two to three side vegetable dishes, and a carefully prepared dessert.
My wife did not have an electric piano. She had a flute.
Thus, for these two weeks, after work I would go home. She would get me my slippers, pipe and tobacco, fix me a whiskey sour, and I would wear my robe (still with my tie on), and I would relax reading the evening newspaper (with the desk fan on) while she would make dinner.
Dinner was in the kitchen. But the wife had a vase with flowers in it… every day.
Butter was in the form of a big rectangular cube wrapped in newspaper. We also had a funny looking butter knife that looked more like a wide and broad spatula that would be used to slather the butter onto the bread. The funny thing was that the butter was left on the table to get soft. It was not kept in the “refrigerator”.
Dinners were much more involved and elaborate. Stuffed peppers, baked ham, city chicken, broiled fish, and lamb roasts. Where before the deep dive, most of our meals consisted of “cheaper foods” such as meat loaf, spaghetti, hot dogs, and egg meals.
Then after dinner, I would sit on the porch, and she would join me after she cleaned up the table. Sometimes our neighbors would walk by the porch and we would spend an hour or so talking. It was really…really different. However, after a few days (once the shock dissipated) I found it truly charming.
As charming as they were, the changes were rather stark and disruptive compared to what I was used to.
On one hand, before the slide I was using a computer at work. Then, when the slide occurred I found myself back at a drafting table working with a manual eraser (not even an electric one). Instead of email, I had a wire basket where inter-department correspondence would be mailed out. I had an “in box” for incoming mail, and an “out box” for out bound mail.
There was a “mail boy” who would deliver the mail two or three times a day.
One world-line I would have a car, and then I would be on one where I needed to take a bus. One would have my wife happily buying presents for her family, and another world-line where she hadn’t spoken to them for years. It was extremely disturbing, and made me a little ill.
Here is an interesting aside. My first wife was always “at war” with her family. It was a terribly dysfunctional family with a long history of mental illness. Her parents had the illness and so did all of her brothers and sisters.
Yet, as soon as we hit the world-line with historical influences dating prior to 1913, all the illnesses disappeared. That is correct.
What was the change?
I do not know. No, I do not think that her family’s illnesses were associated with the 16th amendment. But maybe, I suspect (after some consideration) that they might have been associated with World War I somehow.
Is that possible? Can some physical event result in long term genetic mental illness? Or, is it just the way the world-lines operate, and the changes were coincidental? I do not know.
One world-line had a phone with push buttons, and then I would have a slide and the new world-line would have three (x3) phones on my desk, all with rotary dials.
The moment I slide back to the non-16th amendment reality world-line, all subsequent slides reflected similar attributes. For instance, all currency was no longer “Federal Reserve Notes”, but actually IOU’s good for gold or silver coins!
That’s right.
I could have taken any one of the notes to any of the banks and exchanged it for hard metal coinage. Amazing! When did all this change? I know that FDR banned all gold and stole it from my grandparents, but I never realized that the banks actually offered physical notes of paper that represented gold and silver coins. Truly amazing!
Further, the bank notes were also much more interesting and colorful.
They described events rather than people and presidents like we currently see on the bills. (Today all the bills have Presidents, with some notable exceptions.) The bills were also in much smaller denominations than what we see today. Heck, I could have probably paid my monthly rent with a five dollar silver certificate! That is how much the world had changed.
These slides continued for maybe another three weeks. I think they went back (in changes and alterations of the past), perhaps three hundred years.
When I finally “hit the end of the line”, I was living more or less like an independent land-holder with a comfortable house, a house maid, and a beautiful well-educated wife. The year was the same. It was 1995, as I recall. But the world-line was so very different.
The technology was rather primitive, and that distracted from the benefits of the life that I found myself in. Each step back in time-alteration made the present reality “better”, “calmer”, and more prosperous. The cost to this was a decrease in technology, or better yet, a change in the direction of what technology took.
The Slides
The reader might have the impression that I kept on going deeper and deeper into alternative realities. While that was, to a degree, certainly true, I would also move back to realities that wasn’t so different from the (more or less stable) apparent present. So, while I might travel to a world-line where I was using slide rules and dictating to a secretary, I would shortly have a slide to something with computers, video games, and Strawberry Coke.
I don’t know why this was the case.
Snap Back to a Continuance
Then, after a week at my (apparent) destination world-line, I was abruptly projected in one of the most amazing and harsh slides of my entire involvement. Then I found myself back in an almost identical world-line to the one that I had initially been on (prior to the great dive). I do not know why this all occurred. No one told me anything, and the drone pilot was as mute as a cinder-block wall.
It totally sucked.
To live one life in the reality with no Federal Income Tax, a peaceful nation much like Switzerland, and eating good healthy food with simpler pursuits to BLAM!… Back in the reality of the mid 1990’s with the Soviet Union, high unemployment and Democrats trying every single way they can think of to tax more and more of my money! UGH!
While there is a near infinite number of alternative world-lines possible. My role involved the manipulation of the world-lines associated for the bulk of humanity. And, the vast bulk of humanity chose this current world-line (or ones similar to it). Thus, here I am where the vast bulk of humanity wants to live.
Luckily these kinds of aggressive slides were short lived.
I really do not know WHY suddenly things had to be adjusted like they were. I only know that they were, and my personality (how I reacted to the changes) affected the “dimensional anchoring” process. For indeed, how I felt and acted upon these changes helped to steer the process to new world-lines.
Perhaps that is why my retirement ended up in a world-line where the conditions for my circumstances favor my intentions.
Theories
I have my own theories as to how the entangled <redacted> worked and how the pilot would move the world-lines. They are all probably wildly incorrect. However, if there is one thing that I can posit is that the extremity of a given world-line is a function of how the group-baseline world-lines need to be altered.
I cannot help but speculate that the extreme changes and movements representative of the world-line slides were a function of some radial trends (or contrary trends) on the baseline world-lines.
In other words, if most of the world-lines were starting to move into discordant behaviors, it would be necessary for me to move the “dimensional anchoring process” to a greater deviance level.
The greater the disruption, the resultant corrective actions are required.
MAJestic Commentary
For what ever it is worth. If you were to ask my MAJestic leadership to comment on this post, they would probably say something like this…
MAJestic has no knowledge of any of these “adventures”, experiences or attributes of the sub-program that this agent was part of.We made an agreement with an extraterrestrial partner and part of that agreement involved a connection of sorts between the agent and an extraterrestrial. How the agent experiences the connection is a personal event, and is beyond our experience. We do not condone nor disparage his statements.Unless those described experiences personally benefit the reader, the information is useless. As far as the reader is concerned, the agent was involved in a program involving a technologically advanced extraterrestrial species. His experiences in the program were unique and possibly hard to describe to any level of comfort to the reader.We permit this narrative to be disseminated with the caveat that MAJestic is disassociated with the experiences of this agent.
Conclusions
This post is in response to a question that a number of influencers asked. “What was it like to world-line travel.” This post describes some notable world-line slides. I posit my understanding on how it worked, and the reasons for the slides. I also describe what I learned.
One thing is certain. For me, I was the proverbial frog dipped in and out of hot boiling water. While the rest of humanity is on the stove being cooked alive.
Take Aways
World-line travel is not as exciting or interesting as you would see on Hollywood movies such as “Back to the Future”, “The lathe of Heaven“, or Star Trek’s “Mirror Mirror“.
World-line slides varied from hours to weeks in duration.
The selection of the destination world-lines and the mission objectives involved were beyond my control.
I had access to the destination world-line coordinates on a “map” of sorts. Unfortunately, I was unable to read the map.
I personally learned from the different slides on a personal level. As a result I personally find that many Americans have no idea how far America has strayed from the great nation it once was.
This post describes what it was like being in MAJestic and performing my mission parameters.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This particular post discusses how I found my way back to the Navy again, and began my “training”. I left my life as a short-order cook in California and went into the desert to a Naval base located in the middle of the remote desert. At that time, I had no memory that I was part of a secretive military program, and thus the “special assignment” held little tangible meaning for me.
Later, however, things became crystal clear and the relationship between the Naval base in Florida, and the Naval base in California took on a new dimension. This is the story of that time as well as what happened as a result of the turn of events.
Introduction
“Yes, there have been ET visitations. There have been crashed craft. There have been material and bodies recovered. There has been a certain amount of reengineering that has allowed some of these craft, or some components, to be duplicated. And there is some group of people that may or may not be associated with government at this point that have this knowledge. They have been attempting to conceal this knowledge. People in high level government have very little, if any, valid information about this. It has been the subject of disinformation in order to deflect attention and create confusion so the truth doesn’t come out. ”― Edgar D. Mitchell, The Way of the Explorer: An Apollo Astronaut's Journey Through the Material and Mystical Worlds
I quit my job at the restaurant, and drove the six hours to Ridgecrest. The company provided me with a car rental (a Ford Thunderbird) and I drove out from San Louis Obispo to Ridgecrest. (A long and bending road. It was quite exhausting.) We drove the car, loaded with our belongings, behind the new motorcycle that we had just bought. We drove and drove. I seem to recall that it took us six hours to drive from where we were to our destination. They put me up in a nice hotel there and fed me well.
I went from being treated as a blue collar (limited skill) laborer to suddenly receiving VIP treatment. Even though I was being interviewed for a “technician job”, the company hired engineers, and I was treated as a very special person indeed. I received a technician pay at an equivalent GS-5 level, but an engineers per Diem, with various bonuses to make up for the difference.
Of course, to everyone, I was just another base contractor. The only people who were in the loop as to who I was, and why I was there was [1] the man who hired me, and [2] the people who trained me. Even at that point, I had “forgotten” who I was and how important I was.
I interviewed and went to the facility without any active memory of my past, and who I actually was.
The Interview
“As it happens, after giving a public talk a couple of years ago, I was approached by a man who had been a uniformed member of the United States Navy. We chatted for a while and when he mentioned that he had spent some time at China Lake my ears perked up.I asked him if there was an underground facility at China Lake.
He said that indeed there is, and that it is impressively large and deep. I asked him if he had ever been in it, and he said that he had, though not to the deepest levels. I asked him how deep the deepest part extended. He looked at me soberly and said very quietly, “It goes one mile deep.” I then asked him what the underground base contains. He replied, “Weapons.” I responded, “What sort of weaponry?” And he answered without pausing, “Weapons more powerful than nuclear weapons.”-Richard Sauder, Hidden In Plain Sight, Beyond the X-Files. Keyhole Publishing Company. March 2010
I was put up in a very nice hotel in Ridgecrest, and the next morning I drove over to the facility.
The company was called “Comarco Weapons Support Division” and was located right next to the hospital. While I can’t find anything on the Internet (Google, Bing, and DuckDuckGo) on this company, I can assure the reader that it did exist, and they did actually pay me.
Ah, that’s the problem with the Internet these days. It’s like a big white board, constantly being erased and rewritten over.
Comarco WSD Stock Certificate. Photo from the author. Picture is of my unused stock certificate that is still sitting in my files. Maybe one day, I will collect the couple of dollars that it represents. (Sad, that it used to represent thousands, but a change in laws, seriously depleted it’s value.)
Ha ha. Google is useless. However, if you type in “Comarco WSD” in the career website LinkednIN, you will get hundreds of hits of former employees. LOL.
You do have to be careful as there is also a consumer appliance company, also in California, with exactly the same name! How is this actually possible? (Yes, it’s going to be pretty hard to explain why an engineer with experience in testing missile systems used to work at a consumer appliance company. Yup!) So Google might be able to erase the existence of this company, but it is actually doing a disservice to all the former employees of the company.
The job interview was odd, primarily because, I was already hired. This interview was only a formality. I did not know it, at the time, but the body language and the way that the position was discussed told me everything.
Of course, I had no awareness of why I was being hired. I thought that it was because of my educational background. I don’t think that the man who interviewed me realized that I had no memory of my true role.
He spoke to me in a coded way with circumnavigating sentences and questions targeted at how much I actually knew about the secret program that were being developed there.
“For you to grow, there has to be something in your life that is difficult and challenging. There has to be a goal where the chance of failure is very possible, and it has to be hard enough where you’ll be required to call upon forces within you that you didn’t know existed.
There has to be a point where you wonder to yourself, “Maybe I can’t do it—maybe I’m doing all this for nothing.””-Rooshv
He Spent a Year Searching for Me
What helped boost my ego was that he told me that he had spent a year searching for me. Of course, since I had no recollection of my true and real purpose, I thought this was based on my technical skills alone. He told me that he looked all over for me. He didn’t know what happened to me after I left the Navy.
He realized that I have disappeared into civilian life. As that is what he had done after he left the US Air Force. He used to be a pilot flying the F-111 fighter bombers. And this similarity to his own experience was known and relatable. (In my dreams. At least he finished flight school and was operational.) He initially tracked me to my parents’ house, but lost track of me after I started to look for work in California. He confirmed to me that when I started to search for work in California was at the exact period of time that he began searching for me. It was quite a coincidence.
It was quite a coincidence. (Nothing on the earth is ever a coincidence.)
General Dynamics F-111 Aardvark. I actually had a model of this aircraft when I was young. I had painted it and hung it up from the ceiling by a string. I seem to recall that during the Vietnam war, many of these aircraft were shot down. The media was having a “field day” announcing the latest failure of the new system. That is the same thing that they did with the V-22 Osprey. I am sure that the next military fighter or bomber aircraft will also be torn up by the liberal American media. Ah. They are so predictable.
This was not your Typical Assignment
“Chatterton spat on the green grass and rubbed it in with his boot, "I don't like it, I don't like it. If anything happened to us, no one on Earth would ever know. Silly policy: if a rocket fails to return, we never send a second rocket to check the reason why.""Natural enough," explained Forester, "We can't waste time on a thousand hostile worlds, fighting futile wars. Each rocket represents years, money, lives. We can't afford to waste two rockets if one rocket proves a planet hostile. We go on to peaceful planets, like this one."
Using his triangle shaped ring, and aggressively toying with it, he emphasized that this was a (he paused when he said this) “special assignment”. He told me that only a very precious few people could do what I can do. He said that the number of people who had this skill could be counted on one hand, and all of the other people had already done this “task”. That only I and one or two others remained to do the job.
Triangle shaped Ring.
This was a simple gold ring with the clear shape of a triangle on it. It was clean and unadorned, but definitely noticeable.
Only a handful of People were like me.
At the time, I thought that he was just making polite small talk. In hindsight, yeah… having the ability to do autonomous dimensional world-line travel WAS a unique ability.
However, at the time, I was unaware that I had this ability. While it manifested quite naturally, as money appearing when I needed it, and good luck abounding, I associated it with fate, not my whims molding reality around my thoughts and my desires.
One Hand.
One hand has five fingers. Yes?
If there were only a handful of us of us, and there were <redacted> at the <redacted> facility; who were the <redacted> of the <redacted>? Were they human or something else altogether?
This is one of those points that makes me question everything that I experienced. For, if they were another species; and they had to be because the “chatter” that we listened into supported that contention, then what species were they?
They weren’t <redacted> nor <redacted> species. They must have been something else altogether. Think about that for a minute.
Of course, it sounded a bit confusing to me, because I had absolutely zero recollection of what transpired at the base with the Commander. So I reinterpreted this as a reaffirmation of my technical prowess, and ability. This is pretty arrogant of me, because he said that my assignment would be at a special test facility deep within the naval base. He said that it would involve ELF testing and evaluation of special project.
During this discussion he (name <redacted>) never mentioned that I would be doing anything secret. Instead he stated that I would have to get a “Confidential” access badge to enter certain portions of the base, and a special “Secret” access badge to enter the more remote and secure facilities. He stated that I and another person were hand-picked for this assignment and that we would know exactly what to do and how to do it.
He also said that he was very, very, VERY honored to meet us and looked forward to working with us on this most exciting of programs.
In fact, I really need to impress to the reader, just how blatant the fawning over me was. I was very happy to be treated so well, and so respected. But this was way over the top.
At the time, I just considered myself somewhat special, but not ACTUALLY anything special. I just just “another” unemployed engineer looking for work. Sure, I had lived in a van under difficult conditions. However, no one aside from my wife and myself were aware of this fact.
What did he know that I did not?
Yet for all the fine platitudes and positive language, he never mentioned what we would be doing or what our roles would be. All he could say is that we would know exactly what to do once we were assigned our roles at the remote test facility.
Ah… that “you will know what to do when the time comes” bullshit.
This picture is a promotional photo for the 1960’s television series “The Time Tunnel”. The premise behind the series was of a top secret US government project that would send people back in time to alter the past so that the present could be preserved and saved. In the television show were all kinds of interesting “what if” scenarios regarding time travel, high technology, science and top secret hidden government programs. Was this the one kind of program that I was selected for?
I would start off with a confidential clearance so that I would start work immediately at the Contractor’s main building. That building was not on the base. It was outside the base, near the hospital. Then, when the test facility was available, I would have a Secret Clearance that I could use to access it on the base.
I could not enter the base proper until I obtained the proper security clearances. This took time.
All contractors had two badges. One [1] for access to the contractor’s building(s) and another one [2] for access to the base (and the sub-areas within the base). We kept them together, back to back. On one side was the off-white badge for Comarco, with a red line on the bottom. On the other side was the red contractor badge with various holes punched out and a (reasonably) larger text of “MAJ” off to the side.
Red Color Line
Means “secret”. Green color means “confidential”. There was also a third type which was “no color”. It means that the employee had no base clearances.
Green Color Badge
It was “green” color when I arrived. I kept this badge for the first six months at the company. Once, I was approved for secret access, I obtained a new badge that was “red” in color. The holes on the outer edges, were as I recall, not changed when the two badges were swapped out.
Red Color Badge
Like the green badge only it had two major differences. One, the color was RED, and not Green. And, secondly, in capital letters, was the word MAJ like this; “MAJ”.
About those holes; Along the periphery of the badge were an array of boxes. Each box represented a specific region that the holder of the badge had access to. If you had access to that region, you would have a hole punched in that box. The badge color, as well as a colored line under your photo indicated the level of clearance that you had access to. Green was for Confidential Clearance, and red was for Secret Clearance.
While I would have secret clearance, it was limited to only three specific regions deep inside of the base, miles away from the main base facilities.
The Facility was being used
The facility that I needed for my “special assignment” was currently being used, so I would have to wait until it was available.
He told me that the location where I would be working was involved in another project. So it is not immediately available. His solution would be to hire me as a “draft checker” until the facility would be available. A draft checker is a person who verifies that all the blueprints and drawings are correctly done. They verify that the numbers are correct, and that the documents meet industry standards.
It is an easy, low impact, job. But one that needs to be done.
Drawings Correctly Completed
The drawing is made up of a variety of separate related orthographically projected views. First done on a drafting board then moving into the electronic drafting packages. Sadly, the most popular electronic drafting package at that time was Autocad. It was an overly complex architectural package and since it had no copy protection was quickly adopted to provide drawings for mechanical engineering. Mechanical engineering drawings are basically started with parallel lines, created by sliding triangles or using a T-Square, Parallel Bar or Drafting Machine.
Typical technical drawing. Pulled from the internet for illustrative purposes only.
The drawing was usually done by the drafter. Drawings could be very tedious and a complex drawing could take days and even weeks to complete. Changes were difficult and may require extensive use of the electric eraser. The electronic drafting packages relieved a bit of that pain. But you still had to change each related view separately. Which opened the door to errors.
Here is an exploded illustration of how the parts would fit together. All of this was the realm of the technical draftsmen and the engineers working on the projects.
To call these drawings 2D is a bit of a misnomer.
These were schematics or illustrations that described parts, notice I didn't say 3D part, that would be silly and redundant. They were done to a set of standards developed over centuries.
An engineer or drafter would look at these drawings and see the part. This was called "being able to read a drawing". Now don't discount the drawing, virtually every Boeing airplane from the 767 down were done only with drawings. Drawings contained all the necessary information for manufacturing to make the part. They were released to the other departments in the company as copies called blue prints.
He told me that I might have to wait in this role from nine months to one year before the test facility would be available. Truth was, it took a little over one year, before the facility was ready.
He introduced me to another Special Worker
While I was there, he introduced me to another worker.
He had mentioned this to me on the telephone when we had talked. However, at the time, I thought nothing of it. Then, later in his office, he picked up the telephone and made a call. He hung up the phone and said “There is another fellow whom I want you to meet.”
This man was about my age.
He was already working as a contractor, but he too was waiting for the facility to be available. He was also a trained engineer like myself, but was working as an electrical technician at the time.
To me, he looked vaguely familiar. His hair was longer, and he had “filled out a little bit”, and he had a mustache. But there was no mistaking it.
My co-worker was Sebastian! The same Sebastian that I met at the naval base years ago! The same Sebastian who was enrolled in the Navy aviation program with me. The very same Sebastian that joined MAJestic with me, and who egressed from the dimensional port with all the pretty girls.
What a strange coincidence!
He shook my hand, and did so with a certain type of two-finger grip. I also did so, though I must confess that it came to me automatically. I know (now) that it was a “so-called” secret society style of greeting. But I had no previous experience, or training in it. It just fell into place naturally.
He also made the sign of the triangle. We felt like brothers. We made some small talk without saying much of anything of significance. It was just a lot of small talk. I asked him how long he had been working at Comarco, and he answered “just a few months”. I asked him what he thought of the desert, and he asked me about what I thought about California. We just made small introductory small talk.
We talked about getting to work together in the near future and then he left.
About the "Secret" Handshake
Yet another mystery surfaces; how did we instinctively know to meet and greet each other in this manner? How did we understand what it meant? I say this most clearly; I have had no, absolutely no, training or background exposure to secret societies and clandestine greeting methodology and skills.
A two-finger “secret” handshake. How was it that I knew about this. I did so automatically, and without thought. I was natural. However, I was NEVER trained or taught how to do this. It was very strange to me.
We never, during the entire time that we worked together, discussed the time we had together at NAS NASC Pensacola. We only mentioned our experiences with the vaguest of references. It was as if we didn’t want to say too much about it. We together just recognized each other and our roles together in the future.
I would be hired immediately
After we chatted, he took me down the hall to a manager in charge of the drafting group. This group supported efforts for all the other groups in the building. It was a support group for the design groups that worked on the base.
This group handled all the documentation required for all the projects on the base. The group has draftsmen, designer, illustrators, and technical writers. My role would be as a draft checker to support their efforts.
As such I would have a room all to myself, and I would be given a salary and an income to enable me to stay near to the base while the test facility was being readied.
This is what a “drafting pit” looked like. It was very typical in the 1960’s through the 1980’s. In the 1990’s these were replaced by CAD rooms. They typically appeared to be dark, air conditioned areas.
Working as a contractor
I immediately began work as a contractor. It was easy work. I was able to easily transition into the often obtuse world of the military contractor. As such, I received my security clearances, and began by working the standard life of a military contractor in the high desert of California.
Downtown Ridgecrest, California. I lived in Ridgecrest while the probes in my head were going through their calibration runs, and I was learning and being trained to interface with the extraterrestrial drone. The training was conducted next door to Ridgecrest in a secure facility on the base. There was only one main road in Ridgecrest, this was it. Nearby was Trona. (This was a horribly polluted small town located in a small desolate desert valley. It was not a pleasant place to visit. It was very malodorous.) You can see where I lived in the above picture. I lived in a small place in the hill under the red light in the picture (along the road up to the community college).
Working in the remote desert was quite different than working in a conventional city. Ridgecrest was a world of its own. It was beautiful and peaceful. It was very scenic and calm. The people were all very nice, and relaxed.
Most of the people who lived in the town either worked on the base, or worked at one of the stores or businesses that supported those who worked on the base. It was small, out of the way community sporting some new homes, strip malls, and a handful of restaurants. Out in the desert lived wild, grizzly prospector types whom still mined the desert for treasures in the form of ores.
Ridgecrest is in the absolute middle of the desert. It has the absolute feel of a desert. As you drive along the road, dry sagebrush will dance and blow across the road. There are no trees. The sky is big and huge and brilliant blue. There are few clouds in the sky. Surrounding the city are sandy-dirt roads that criss cross the flat plains.
Ridgecrest
For the record; I have never been to or been associated with the “so called” UFO capital complex of “Area 51”. It might be all disinformation for all I know. The only training and work that I was involved in occurred at but two naval bases. That was it. I know nothing, absolutely nothing, about Air Force involvement with UFO’s, or that of any other branch of service. My role was specific. My training was specific, and my tasking was specific to my mission.
Sagebrush
Sagebrush is the common name of several woody and herbaceous species of plants in the genus Artemisia. The best known sagebrush is the shrub Artemisia tridentata. Sagebrushes are native to the North American west.
It is calm.
Calm, so very calm. The wind whispers.
Softly. It’s almost magical.
Life in Ridgecrest
Life in Ridgecrest was one of having a perpetual cricket hidden (somewhere) in your living room.
It was a life were “swamp coolers” (Evaporative coolers) were used instead of air conditioners, but people rarely cleaned out the filters; allowing toxic and dangerous micro-organisms to grow and thrive in your air supply. (It was also where black widow spiders preferred to hide. Yikes!)
It was a world of relaxed calmness and immense beauty and a big blue sky that seemed to go on forever.
You had to carry water with you at all times to keep hydrated. Otherwise the dry air would cause one to pass out without notice.
Tarantulas spawned in March and swarmed all over the dirt roads in a tangled confusion as they scampered under the blazing orange sagebrush. They were only the size of a quarter and grey in color.
It was a world of high-tech military contractors and grizzly old prospectors. It was a special place at a special time.
Surrounding the area are old mines. Some of them look like traditional wooden framed tunnels into the side of the mountain, but most of them are simply a hole in the ground. That is it.
You are walking around the flat desert, and suddenly you come across a gaping hole in the ground. We all know of stories of guys who have gone out walking into the desert and fell into one of these holes, only to be discovered many months later. Their skeletal remains found inside tattered scraps of clothing. At other times, dirt-bike riders were found collapsed under the weight of their motorcycle at the bottom of a mine-shaft. Some of these holes are protected with a chain-link fence, but many are not.
Watch out for holes in the ground. Sign is very typical for the “High Desert”. You do not want to fall down one of these things. If you did, your life would be over.
Assignment of my Access Pass
Exactly according to plan, I engaged in a low level of technical grade work at the contractor, with occasional forays onto the base for various reasons. I was given the pay classification of a GS-5, with the promise of a salary increase to a GS-7 within a year (once my security classification was upgraded). I continued in this role for about nine months. It was uneventful.
GS-5
This was the lowest pay grade that a person could get at my role. It was also the easiest for them to process a security classification for me. As a W(U)-SAP no one knew “bumpkis” about me, but I did need to have access to my training. So this was how it was done.
Native plant life was rare, but spectacular. The High Desert was very beautiful.
Then, one day, I was called into the office of my immediate supervisor. He told me that I would be transferred to a position on the base itself. And that this would begin immediately.
He then, introduced me to another man who was in charge of the testing facility. This supervisor did not know my true identity, and reason for being there. All he knew is that I was given an “assignment” on the base to do some “research” in accordance with some alpha-numerical designation. Duration of the contract was to completion of the specific task at hand.
We got along fine.
He was nice, friendly and quite laid back, as anyone would be after spending twenty years living in the desert. He looked more like a cowboy than a technical professional. He drove an old 1940’s pickup truck that matched the atmosphere of the region quite nicely. While he discussed how one day he would “fix it up”, for then at that time, it was being held together with a mixture of duct-tape, bent clothes hangers, and braided nylon rope. It was a distressed and dusty truck at once both awful and at the same time; adventurous.
Together he drove me out to the test facility on the base, for a look around, and to tell me how to get to the base work site from now on.
Photo of the author and his first wife above Ridgecrest. I blanked out the face on my ex-wife. She was and still is, a good girl. She does not deserve to be associated with me in any way. Let her live her life in peace and well being. Photo was taken in one of the hills above Ridgecrest. The hills there were great for walking and climbing. Though, today I would probably be quite exhausted in doing so. I’d need to take a walking cane. LOL. I most certainly had a head of hair, didn’t I? At the time of my training, I let my hair grow longer and grew a beard. As this was pretty much acceptable in that remote desert facility at the time. Besides, heck I actually HAD hair then. LOL!
Training on utilization of the devices
“There is abundant evidence that we are being contacted, that civilizations have been visiting us for a very long time. That their appearance is bizarre from any type of traditional materialistic western point of view. That these visitors use the technologies of consciousness, they use toroids, they use co-rotating magnetic disks for their propulsion systems that seems to be a common denominator of the UFO phenomenon.”- Dr Brian O’leary, Former NASA Astronaut and Princeton Physics Professor
Training on utilization of the devices inside my skull, and associated interfaces, as well as the various techniques and abilities it gave me occurred at The China Lakes Naval Weapons Center in Ridgecrest, California (NAS China Lake). For me, calibration, and training of cores I through V, occurred up through 1986. After that was the adjunct mandatory suppression of memory (you never forget, just access it differently), and then (again) release as a civilian to the world.
Contrary to conventional Internet UFO and extraterrestrial lore, I had no exposure to anything resembling “Area 51” or any of the often repeated areas of unusual activity. I never visited these areas, and I never had the opportunity to do so.
While I was there I NEVER saw a “flying saucer” or extraterrestrial vehicle of any kind. My exposure to the military was unique to entry into the program, and training at China Lake. I am sorry to crush the belief structure of conventional UFO and extraterrestrial species lore. That was it.
Nothing that I was exposed to ever referred to this facility; the “Area 51”. Either in name or in code. So, I must tell the reader that I must disappoint. I cannot confirm that it is a hub of extraterrestrial reverse engineering efforts, nor deny it either. For me it is as if it never existed. It simply was part of something that I know absolutely nothing about.
Therefore, I must tell the reader that my experience as AN ACTUAL MEMBER of a sub-program of the MAJestic organization, I had absolutely no exposure to this famous site, or related terminology.
China Lake had test labs located in remote desert locations.
Overview
Three years after entering the transport portal, and the EBP connection to the seven ELF probes, and being lost in the wilderness, I was finally located. As such, I went into a secluded period of training. The training was designed to help me use the ELF probes, and also how to <redacted>. After all, to accomplish my role in MAJestic, I needed to be provided with tools and needed to be trained to use those tools.
We discuss this aspect of my involvement here.
All in all, I went through a series of five stages (or cycles) of training. All of which occurred at the China Lake Naval Weapons Center, outside Ridgecrest, California.
For those of you who do not know, China Lake is in the High Desert of California. It is very beautiful and very, very remote. The nearest decent city was Bakersfield, and that was a 5 hour drive through a winding road across a pass in the mountains. Summer temperatures easily reached 120°F (and sometimes even 140°F), while winter temperatures were quite comfortable. In fact, it even snowed one winter while I was there! (I well remember the one cm of snow that rested on my swamp cooler.)
From Wikipedia...
The Mojave Desert is a desert that occupies a significant portion of southeastern California and smaller parts of central California, southern Nevada, southwestern Utah and northwestern Arizona in the United States.
The term Mojave originates from the Spanish language while the spelling Mohave comes from modern English. Both are used today.
The Mojave Desert displays typical basin and range topography characteristic of a desert environment.
Higher elevations above 2,000 feet (610 m) in the Mojave are commonly referred to as the High Desert. Nearby to this region is another well known (but lower) desert; Death Valley. It is the lowest elevation in North America at 282 feet (86 m) below sea level and is one of the Mojave Desert's more notorious places.
At Kernville the river emerges from its narrow canyon into a widening valley where it is impounded in Lake Isabella, a reservoir formed by Isabella Dam. The area was once known as Whiskey Flat.
It is the former location of the town of Kernville. The South Fork Kern River joins in Lake Isabella. Like the North Fork, the South Fork rises in Tulare County and flows mainly south, through Inyo National Forest.
After entering Kern County the South Fork curves to the west and flows into Lake Isabella. Below Isabella Dam the Kern River flows southwest through a spectacular rugged canyon along the south edge of the Greenhorn Mountains, emerging from mountains east of Bakersfield, the largest city on the river.
Travel through this winding canyon is an hour long trip of great discomfort for those unaccustomed to it.
Welcome to Ridgecrest, California.
To fully appreciate what is going on regarding my training, the reader needs to understand that I was being trained to interface with alien (extraterrestrial) technology.
This was not advanced human technology.
This was not second or third generation computer technology.
This was not reverse engineered foreign technology.
It was very advanced technology that was so unlike anything that we can even conceive of.
Yes it was alien, and yes it was of extraterrestrial origination.
That technology is completely different from everything that we know of and experience. What we know of consists of electronics, mechanical mechanisms, chemical formulations, and some genetic technology in it’s infancy. The technology that I was exposed to was unlike what we know. To describe it to the reader is very difficult as there simply is nothing even similar to it anywhere.
In summary, that technology is [1] very advanced, [2] utilizes a great deal of control (and manipulation) over the “non-physical” aspects of our reality, and [3] has elements that are biological in nature. This technology was certainly centuries in advanced of our technology in physical appearance. This technology was perhaps thousands of years advanced in terms of the utilization and manipulation of the non-physical aspects of our reality, and hundreds of years more advanced in terms of biological manipulation.
If I were to describe how advanced by using a Hollywood movie, how would I describe it? Was it like “Star Wars”? Was it like “Star Trek”? Was it like “Blade Runner”? Was it like “Jupiter Ascending”? Was it like “Dune”? What was it like?
There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that Hollywood portrays that comes even close. So, it is very, very difficult to describe what we were involved in. Thus, to proceed further, we first need to discuss what the technology is that I interfaced with.
Don't know all my movie references, eh?
Jupiter Ascending is a 2015 space opera film. The film is centered on Jupiter Jones (Kunis), an ordinary cleaning woman, and Caine Wise (Tatum), an interplanetary warrior who informs Jones that her destiny extends beyond Earth. Supporting cast member Douglas Booth has described the film's fictional universe as a cross between The Matrix and Star Wars, while Kunis identified indulgence and consumerism as its underlying themes.
Biological Artifices
Before we get started in the “meat” of the narrative, let’s “open up” with a brief dialog and discussion about artifices and the need for them. Let’s talk about artifices, specifically “biological” artifices. For me to accomplish my mission parameters, I required “entanglement” (a communication of sorts) with a mechanism known as an artifice.
I went to China Lake to “calibrate” my probes to an extraterrestrial artifice.
Skull implants. Locations are not accurate, they are positioned for illustrative purposes only.
The probes were installed in my head by Naval personnel. The “off world” experience, involved the surgery of additional extraterrestrial “equipment” into my head.
However, the two “systems” were not integrated together. That was the purpose of my time at China Lake. They had to be integrated and function together with a biological artifice.
This is pretty much the basic setup. There is some unknown species that acts as the “pilot” in this entire matter. The human is the “commander”. The artifice can be considered a kind of drone. Picture of a dog is for purposes of humor.
Artifices are not something that is common to most people, Americans, humans or even (learned) scientists to understand. Artifices are an “advanced technology” that describes a manufactured biological enhancement. Human technology has not advanced to that level yet. The closest that we have are computers and cloned embryos. However, we need to understand the basics regarding this subject before we “dive” into the manuscript.
Let’s consider merging a biological creature and a machine to improve it. Our universe is filled with other creatures and species. However, the only ones that we know about are those that we interact with. Most people know about dogs and cats so here let’s discuss this issue in terms of what we are familiar with.
(In this manuscript are unusual and unlikely terms and content. To best help understand the totality of this manuscript; these terms are presented in a staged manner. As such, I present them “piece meal”, or in “bite sized” portions so that the reader can digest them slowly and carefully.
So, while it might seem that I am just circumambulating about in a wildly rambling manner. The truth is, and the facts are, that I am presenting a staged introduction to technologies and information that the reader must understand first before delving too deeply into the depths of this manuscript.)
Let’s start with the most basic premise; that bodies need augmentation to accomplish some tasks.
The Need for Augmentation
The reader should appreciate that the physical body has limitations. You can only run so fast. You can only lift so much weight. You can only think so fast. You can only hold your breath so long. We have limitations.
To extend the limits of our limitations we employ devices. These devices go by the names of mechanisms, contrivances, and appliances. For instance, instead of using our bare hands to dig a hole, we employ the use of a tool; a shovel. If we want to dig deeper, faster, and quicker, we might employ a mechanical ditch-digger or steam-shovel.
Back in the past, say 100 years ago, writers envisioned robots doing the work. The pulp magazines of the time would show a robot with a shovel busily digging a hole while the operator controlled the robot in comfortable abandon.
Steam Shovel Graveyard in Milford
Curiously, there is an impressive steam shovel graveyard in Milford, Massachusetts. I was there in the middle 1990’s and saw perhaps 15 steam shovels with my own eyes. There were many more buried in the tangle of wilds that had enveloped the graveyard.
Humans are so simple. We can only envision replacing a tool with either [1] a better tool (a steam-shovel) or [2] another person or contrivance (a slave or a robot) to dig the hole for us. Instead of actually considering the need for the hole in the first place, we instead rely on technology to manufacture the hole.
Using a robot to do the vacuuming for you.
Other species think and reason differently. For some, they might question the need for the hole in the first place, and find alternatives to making that hole. They might not need to have a tool, and artifice or a slave.
Using an artifice to perform the vacuuming task. Though a purist might argue that this artifice is actually still a robot.
For us, humans, it is rather easy to see the need for a tool. You use a knife to cut onions. You don’t use your hands. You use a knife to cut tomatoes, your fingernails just are not going to cut the tomato slices for a good BLT sandwich. We use tools all the time.
The use of artifices to assist us is a relatively new phenomena.
The migration to the use of an artifice was rather simple. We learned to use tools. Then we improved the tools. The technology “leap” to robots to perform the tasks of humans never really happened. Unless you suggest all the UK media propaganda about sex dolls is accurate. We just don’t have robots taking over the work normally performed by humans. Instead we have robot-like artifices.
We have artifices that can vacuum the floor. We have self-driving cars, which are actually vehicular artifices. We have remote controlled drones, that when placed in automatic-mode behaves as artifices. We use artifices to perform various tasks for us. At this stage in our human technology, the artifices are rather primitive.
They are unable to completely replace a human operator. Though, I am confident, one day they will be able to.
Artifices are an advanced tool that is used to replace mechanical work normally done by a human.
What would you use to replace (or augment) the human thought process? Perhaps you would use a computer.
What would you use to replace the human emotional system? Maybe some kind of bio-chemical system with programmed objectives. You could make someone love you, or create an army of impassioned warriors. Ugh, the notion of this is frightening when one realizes the danger of our fellow humans.
In each case above, we used technology (of different types) to replace or augment something that we humans are accustomed to do. We dig a hole. We plan a party. We fall in love. All of these things, we can replace or synthesize using technology. However, what about an ability that we do not have? How can we use technology to augment that ability so that we humans can benefit?
Before we get started on this subject, I would like to relate a little story.
When I was attending university, we had a professor of “Heat Transfer”. All the students thought of him as a “joke”. He just didn’t have the haughty; “I am a knowledgeable professor with ability and skills” that the other professors carried themselves with. He as easy going. He spoke using conventional terms, and related in a simple way about everything. When he gave us assignments, they seemed too easy. The work load was simple. The tasks were rather easy to conceptualize and complete.The students thought he was a loser. However, the other professors thought highly of him. I, personally, thought that he seemed like a nice guy, but I had to admit that the work level and what he was teaching seemed too easy. I was of the opinion that the class work could have been taught in Middle School, instead of in a university as a college-level class.I graduated from the university thinking that his class was a waste of time.I wasn’t until many years later that I truly began to understand what a genius he truly was. It turned out that one of the most difficult classes for a young engineering student to learn was “heat transfer”, yet our professor made it seem so easy and so simple. We learned rapidly, and effectively. We learned because it seemed so simple to us. We learned because we thought it was easy. We learned because it was easy to understand. He was a genius in his ability to make the absolutely complex seem simple.A “best” instructor teaches in a way that is easy to learn, and impossible to forget.
It is core concept that I try to implement daily. When I try to present the complex to the reader, I will try to make it as simple to understand as possible. I hope that I will be successful in this case…
The idea and concept regarding biological artifices is quite simple. You utilize a biological advantage of a given animal and transfer that advantage to a creature of another species. That is what a biological artifice does. However, we don’t ever do that as humans. For, in our minds, we are at the “top” of the “food chain”. There is nothing that we could benefit with from a different species – we believe.
Conclusion
This is the story of how I was contacted by MAJestic after discharge from the US Navy. I was given a position as a contractor at China Lake NWC. In that position I waited until I could obtain the necessary clearances to go to the remote testing lab where I could be calibrated and programmed. This is how it happened.
Take Aways
Once I joined MAJestic, I was implanted with 7 ELF probes and a EBP.
I then was discharged and left on my own.
This post describes what happened when MAJestic reacquired me and set in place the necessary systems so that I could be calibrated and trained.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This is the story what happened after I left the Navy. True to form, I did as I was instructed. After years of becoming a “Rocket Scientist”, then to flight school to become a Naval Aviator, I seemingly “threw it all away” to become an unemployed hobo living in a broken-down van. I seemingly went full-on “Unibomber”. I was a real life Jason Bourne.
Well, That’s what it certainly looked like to others.
I did not remember my meeting with the Base Commander. I did not remember my implantation, the egress portal, or any of the very pretty girls. I did not remember what happened at all. All that I remembered was exchanging my role as a Naval Aviator for one within MAJestic. Everything else was all forgotten. The big change to me, oblivious to everyone else, were the college-level educational sessions that I had during my dreams. On and on…
I was a lost orphan in the wilderness…
I want to believe. Yes, after all my schooling, education, training, and sacrifice… and it was a sacrifice. I did not do the “fun things” that everyone around me participated in. Instead I worked hard for my dream. And, I obtained it…only to forget everything and find myself wandering alone…aimlessly in America. WTF?
To everyone else I was absolutely certifiably bat-shit crazy, and even I had my doubts concerning my sanity.
Industrial Contractions
In was 1981.
At that time, America was suffering from the first of what would eventually become a sequence of many industrial contractions. I entered the labor force at the same time as the (#1 employer in the nation) Steel Industry collapsed.
Collapsed isn’t the right word for it. Perhaps Armageddon, or maybe MOAB realignment would be better.
Industrial contractions are normal. Yet, how it influences your life, depends on who is running the government at the time. But this wasn’t just closing a factory of two. It was the wholesale shuttering of an entire industry that employed hundreds of thousands of people.
Entire states were devastated. The “Industrial Heartland” was renamed “The Rust Belt”. And I, I was stuck straight down in the middle of it. Ouch!
A Story
Let me relate a little story.
This event took place about two centuries ago. It took place in France, which was at the time, one of the top developed nations on the planet. They possessed an enormous military, and was the center for art, culture and science. To support this, they employed an enormous bureaucracy of high-paid clerks and analysts.
According to Jacques Necker, everything was just fine.
Jacques Necker was the fiance minister of France. He was the expert in the national budget, and he and his little army of "bean counters" monitored the movement of taxes, and outlays throughout the nation and their global empire. They were well-paid, experienced, and monitored the financial health of the nation.
In 1781 he published a report called Compte Rendu au Roi.
This was an amazing document. This report astounded everyone because it simply confirmed what all the French elite had been saying all along. Despite extraordinary public services and military spending, France had a net credit position of +10 million livres. In other words, the country was in perfect fiscal health.”Sounds great. Sounds legit. (Sounds familiar…) Right?You know what, though?
It turns out that Necker had "cooked the books". Rather than being 10 million on the positive side, France had racked up 520 million livres worth of debt. This was a pretty serious problem as they could no longer afford to pay interest.Yikes!France had spent decades accumulating prodigious debts.
[1] They built monuments, and parks.
[2] They constructed the splendid cities that still inspire awe today.
[3] They explored the world and expanded their empire.
[4] They engaged in almost constant military conquest in far-away lands.
But you know what? This all came at great cost.
However, it never seemed to matter. The French government knew they were the world’s dominant superpower. As such, they overspent their national income. For them, it was as if it were their divine privilege to do so.
When you are the dominant nation, you can spend money without consequence.
As William Olphus describes in his book Immoderate Greatness: Why Civilizations Fail, the French “tended to see the natural world as cornucopian-- that is, as a banquet on which they were free to gorge without limit.”Nearly all superpowers see the world in this way. “We’re #1 therefore we no longer have to be fiscally prudent.”
For those of you who are unaware of the fourth Turning, here are the origins of the theory. Sir John Glubb, having seen his own British Empire fade as the world’s superpower throughout the 20th century, wrote The Fate of Empires in 1978.
Glubb argues that great civilizations start with an Age of Pioneers-- those who work hard and build wealth.It then progress rapidly through an Age of Commercial Expansion, Affluence, and Intellect.
Then, it falls and decays in an Age of Decadence. This is a decadence in which the entire society feels entitled to a level of wealth that they neither earned nor can longer afford.
Even when faced with obvious fiscal realities, they make no changes. Only when a crisis erupts does the society demand action. And of course, at that point, it’s too late.
(All credit to Simon Black for the bulk of this story.)
We discuss this later on in how the <redacted> cultivate this nursery.
Anyways, the point herein is that our government fails us, the people that it is suppose to protect, when there are industrial downswings of a significant nature. Do not buy-into the explanation that it is “normal”. It is not. It is a failure of the government. Nothing less.
Back to the narrative
With the collapse of the steel industry, the “backbone” of American labor was broken. (It would take many years to recover.) At that time, no one worked. Unemployment was rife. People could not comprehend what was happening.
Layoffs were new, and unheard of.
When confronted with a laid-off person, the assumption was that they were fired.
To be fired, you had to be a particularly super lazy person.
As until that point in time, most companies offered work FOR LIFE with generous pensions. In the larger companies, it was possible to retire in your middle 40’s, with retirement in your 50’s common-place.
Up until that time, work was everywhere, and people could obtain work as a High School drop-out. It was pretty much “known” that if you had a college degree, you were “set for life”. Meaning that you would always be employed, have a great income, and never have to worry about being unemployed. It was a different time. Only the most tardy and lazy would ever lose their jobs.
Up until the 1980’s, most employed Americans never worried about losing their jobs.
As such, being “laid off” was much harder at that time than it is today. You were looked upon with disdain. As such, and personally, it was a difficult time for me, indeed.
“In the dust of defeat as well as the laurels of victory there is a glory to be found if one has done his best.”― Eric Liddell
Let’s wind back the clock somewhat. Let’s review what happened… (It’s my method, don’t you know…)
Found Work after the Navy
I left the Navy and after a (short) period of several months, I eventually found work elsewhere. I managed to obtain numerous interviews, and found a position back in (good old) Western Pennsylvania. At that time, the steel industry was still big and powerful.
I obtained a “management slot” in a small but growing steel company. (Small is relative. At that time, Edgewater Steel employed 6,000 people.) As such, I worked as an engineer for a number of months in a steel factory in a suburb of Pittsburgh. At that time, the nation was just beginning to feel the strain of International competition. As such, many companies maintained their traditional industrial working models.
I went to work, did my job, and everything was pleasant.
A Need to Move to California
A person works at a stable job. You fall into routines. Life becomes predictable. However, I started to feel a strong urge to go to California. It began maybe six months into my new job. As time continued, the urge became more and more demanding.
It became truly urgent.
It began to become an obsession. I bought a road atlas and started to look at the maps of the roads leading to California. California was where I wanted to go. California was where I needed to go. California was on my mind night and day. I could not shake the thoughts away. I had to find work in California. As a result, I started to apply for work at jobs in California, and I started to outfit a van that I turned into a small camper so that I could go there and look for work. It had to be California.
California was the place for me.
Prior to my experience with the Navy, I would have never adopted such a personality. I was stable. I was boring. I was a “work horse”. I was the person who never quit; who never complained. I was a great follower. I was an even greater worker. I would have made a great lemming. Now things were quite different; I was the restless adventurer. I could not be satisfied with anything short of the gnawing of my soul. My mind would latch on to the idea and the concepts haunting me. They would not stop. They were relentless. I had to go. It had to be California. I had to leave as soon as possible.
However, luck or life opened doors to make things happen.
Is luck a truly random occurrence?
Or is it, in this heavily extraterrestrial-monitored nursery environment, a particularly placed series of events purposely directed towards a set of achievable objectives?
In hindsight, based upon what I understand, the truth is obvious.
There is no luck, but rather pre-planned events initiated by quantum consciousness and implemented with help from our extraterrestrial benefactors.
Lay Off at my Factory
At exactly one year, to the month, of my (entering MAJestic) and leaving the Navy my life changed. I was given a “pink slip” at my job where I was working as an engineer. As luck, or fate, would intervene, I was suddenly laid off from my job.
Pink Slip
I was discharged from my duties and left the company where I worked. This was different from getting fired for poor behavior or poor work quality. This procedure is also known as being “down sized”. At that time, many companies were restructuring themselves to become more profitable. In the process they often reduced the size of their labor force.
I was one of the first.
Which meant that only a precious few understood what was going on. Everyone assumed that I was lazy and was fired. They did not understand what a "lay off" was. That would not happen for another decade and another 500,000 laid off people.
Working as an Engineer
In the steel industry at that time, all “management” were engineer-educated individuals who would rotate through different departments and climb the (internal) corporate ladder. The idea of an MBA-led career path in a major manufacturing industry did not occur until a decade later. (Though, I suspect that it began in the automotive industry a decade earlier.)
The mere idea that a non-engineer could ever manage a manufacturing company was laughable (at that time).
Fate
The idea of free will may have arisen because it is a useful thing to have, giving people a feeling of control over their lives and allowing for people to be punished for wrongdoing.
When you lose our job unexpectedly (As mine was. As the “low man on the totem pole”, I was the first to be “let go”.) it is a surprise. You become very disoriented. People around you do not understand, and are very confused.
They often blame you. (At that time, the term “lay off” was relatively new. Up until the the late 1980’s it was very, very rare for a person to be “laid off”. If you lost your job it was because you were fired. Exceptions abounded for “blue collar” workers, but “white collar” workers were never “laid off”.
So, when I was “laid off” early in my young career, I met a lot of misunderstanding and opposition. When mentioned to others the reaction was shock. I just didn’t “look like” the kind of person who would be fired at his work.)
I did not look, act, or behave like the stereotypical image of a lazy worker who was long overdue to be fired. I was young, aggressive, willing to work and put in the necessary hours. Yet, there was no work to be found.
Low Man
Low man on the totem pole means that the person is at the bottom in a hierarchical system. A totem pole is a statue of carved faces stacked one on top of the other. The face at the bottom is the last of the stack. The carved faces above it, would be higher up in rank or authority.
Today, getting “laid off” is very common. That was not the case in the early 1980’s. At that time, people tended to work one job for their entire lives, then retire on a company pension. It was a different time indeed.
From a Reference for Business…“Many of the layoffs in the 1980s and 1990s stemmed from reengineering, restructuring, and downsizing efforts to make U.S. firms more efficient and profitable in the face of intensified international competition.
Layoffs resulting from reengineering and restructuring were unique in that restructuring affected a large proportion of white-collar, managerial, executive positions. For example, the American Management Association found that two-thirds of employees laid off in 1994 were salaried, college-educated workers.Growth of foreign and domestic competition, stagnant earnings, and a slow economy motivated the first round downsizing and layoffs in the early 1980s. As the U.S. economy improved in the mid-1990s and remained strong in the late 1990s, large-scale layoffs continued at about the same rate—even at highly profitable firms—marking a break with historical layoff patterns.
During the late 1990s, many of the largest companies in the country underwent reengineering or downsizing, despite enormous profits.
General Motors, for example, continued to reduce its workforce, announcing in 1998 that it would cut 50,000 jobs to remain competitive, even though the company's profits rose 35 percent in 1997.AT&T led U.S. companies in 1998 layoffs with 18,000, followed by Compaq with 15,000, Motorola with 15,000, Raytheon with 14,000, and Xerox with 9,000. Furthermore, McDonald's Corp. laid off workers for the first time ever during this period as the company began to reduce its overhead and management personnel in an effort to increase productivity.A flurry of bank mergers —more than 370 of them—in the late 1990s also led to additional layoffs. The top five mergers of 1998 alone resulted in 20,000 job cuts. According to Fortune, banking along with media/entertainment and utilities jobs were the most prone to layoffs in the mid-to-late 1990s because of mergers, accelerated competition, and government deregulation.Layoffs resulting from downsizing continued throughout 1990s, despite low unemployment, a strong economy, and the lack of proven economic benefits from downsizing.
According to a Wharton School report, downsizing typically failed to boost earnings or stock market performance consistently. Moreover, other studies indicate that downsizing tends to cause low employee morale and tarnish a company's image. In addition, some reports found that a number of companies eventually are forced to fill positions left open by layoffs by paying premium wages.”Read more: http://www.referenceforbusiness.com/encyclopedia/Kor-Man/Layoffs.html#ixzz56rMhb3FA
I worked hard to find new employment.
However, I was quite unlucky. No one was hiring.
Unemployment was rampant, and every week mass layoff announcements were being made all throughout Ohio, and Western Pennsylvania. 500 here, 3000 there, and an announcement of another couple of thousand. The work force was being shredded before our eyes, and all of us had to compete against each other for the few precious jobs available.
The term “the rust belt” was coined after miles and miles of enormous steel factories and support structures slowly corroded and rusted away in silence. This is Pittsburgh today.
Media Ignored the Situation
The news media ignored the situation (as did our Congressional representatives and Senators). Oh, eventually they managed to report on what happened…ten years later.
Rich fat cat congressman. The world of the rich does not look like anything that the common, main stream American experiences.
However, at the time, they concentrated with the news from Washington, D.C., Hollywood, and the new millionaire entrepreneurs out of California (Steve Jobs and Bill Gates for example.).
Then as now, the media were elitists.
They only reported on what THEY considered important. As such, they would always inject their own biases in their reporting. We, normal and “regular” people, were shunned and avoided by the mainstream press. We were considered unimportant. We were on our own. Nobody gave a “rat’s ass” about us “common” working folk.
The only thing the local news would report on was the layoffs. They seemed to ignore the causes and preventative measures. Instead they focused on a group of trapped whales up North in Barrow, Alaska.
Operation Breakthrough was an international effort to free three gray whales from pack ice in the Beaufort Sea near Point Barrow in the U.S. state of Alaska in 1988. The whales' plight generated media attention that led to the collaboration of multiple governments and organizations to free them. The youngest whale died during the effort and it is unknown if the remaining two whales ultimately survived. There is an absolutely great movie about this called “Big Miracle” made in 2012. It is worth a watch.
They focused on attempts to rescue geese in Canada.
A great movie regarding this is “Fly Away Home”. Fly Away Home (a.k.a. Flying Wild and Father Goose) is a 1996 family comedy-drama film directed by Carroll Ballard. The film stars Anna Paquin, Jeff Daniels and Dana Delany. Fly Away Home was released on September 13, 1996 by Columbia Pictures.
Fly Away Home dramatizes the actual experiences of Bill Lishman who, in 1986, started training Canadian geese to follow his ultralight aircraft, and succeeded in leading their migration in 1993 through his program "Operation Migration." The film is also based on the experience of Dr. William J.L. Sladen, a British-born zoologist and adventurer, who aided Lishman with the migration.
They focused on how Ronald Reagan was going to cause World War III by insisting that the Berlin wall be torn down.
"Tear down this wall!" is a line from a speech made by US President Ronald Reagan in West Berlin on June 12, 1987, calling for the leader of the Soviet Union, Mikhail Gorbachev, to open up the barrier which had divided West and East Berlin since 1961. Glenn Beck has a decent write up on this at http://www.glennbeck.com/2017/06/12/87-reagan-challenges-gorbachev-to-tear-down-this-wall/
Instead, they focused on how much better the nation was run under a Democrat President, you know, like Jimmy Carter. And lectured us (peons) on how now the roads won’t be fixed, and bridges won’t be built because President Reagan wanted to cut taxes on the middle class.
Yup. The infrastructure was going to collapse because no taxes would be collected. We must… must… MUST demand Americans pay taxes! They screamed into the airwaves, 24-7.
They screamed. They demanded. They ordered.
Stop taxing businesses. It is Americans that must be taxed! It is a fiscal necessity! They screamed on the airwaves.
Democrat Senator Nancy Pelosi believe that Americans are not entitled to the money they earn. SHe believes that it is the property of the government, and use of the money is only granted to elected officials.
My unemployment support was quickly running out. The bank (Mellon Bank) repossessed my motorcycle, and my car payments were going to be exhausted in a few months.
After nine months it would all be gone. There wasn’t any work in my “neck of the woods”, and I needed to find work or starve. For, as all American men can attest, if you are over 21 years old and are “able bodied” you are EXPECTED to find work and make your way in society.
Not so today.
Unemployment Support
The state government would pay a laid-off worker a fraction of their pay for a set number of months so that they would not starve. The amount depends on the state where you were living in. Massachusetts and California were the most generous (in my experience) while Arkansas and Mississippi were the most pitiful.
Today, I read many stories of children living with their parents until they hit their 40’s. Not so with my generation. You were physically evicted and “kicked out” from the home when you hit your 20’s.
Because of this necessity, I was forced to travel elsewhere to look for work. Of course, I was obsessed with going to California (for some reason, heh… heh…). To this end, I decided to travel there to locate work that would employ me.
Fate
Again, I must give pause to contemplative endeavors. Was this coincidence? Was this an artificially manufactured event that would discharge me? Was this part of a bigger picture that involved whole masses of people, events and staged events?
In my story, over and over again, there would be coincidences.
These coincidences would often times, on their own merits, appear to be logical and normal events. But on the whole, when taken together and viewed in contextual alignment, they all appear suspiciously suspect. They appear to be indicative of a grand scheme of manipulation. Indeed, this was a manipulation of great forces and powers far beyond the control of any one person or group of people.
There is, in truth, no such thing as a coincidence.
Everything in our lives is planned and scheduled by a very advanced system of control. It involves multiple dimensions, powerful energy states that reach well into the quantum sphere, and a degree of timing that is “timeless”. However, as I know this to be the case, I still often have trouble grasping with this truth. I still want to believe that I had a degree of control in the decisions that I made, and the actions that I followed. The reader will see evidence of this quandary in this blog, but please realize that I do know (as much as I do not want to accept it) that our lives are fated.
During this time, the economy in the United States was in shambles.
America was crushed and its’ industry collapsed. For many of us, it seemed that there was nothing special about the United States any longer. The United States seemed like just another nation-state, and, most unfortunately, one that’s become especially predatory toward its citizens.
At that time, the only thing that mattered was the lifestyle of the Congress-critters, the bankers, and the wealthy on their exclusive golf courses. How do I know? The media reinforced it to me daily.
In a way, the America television series “Dallas” reinforced the notion of “Fat Cats” and rich and powerful people. This, of course, paved the way to acceptability of folks like the Clinton’s who actually lived the life portrayed on television.
Meanwhile, the Japanese had rebuilt their industries and were aggressively capturing American customers. They offered cheaper prices, better quality and newer technology. America couldn’t compete (though it made efforts to try.).
Japanese effort to rebuild its' Industry
World War II had devastated the industries of Europe, and Japan. But, unlike the United States, which rested comfortably in the belief in continued economic mastery, the Japanese devoted all their energies to rebuild their industrial base. The fruits of their labors were just beginning to be felt in the early 1980’s, as stubborn American industries began to feel the pressure of foreign competition.
Changing demographics & Industry
The US became an unsustainable service sector based economy from the 1970s onward when service sector employment diverged from manufacturing without a corresponding boost in productivity.
This materialized as a galloping wallop of unemployment.
The numbers, or more accurately, graphs show the effects. When one looks at a graph of productivity growth over time the effects of this becomes clear. Adjusting for the WWII anomaly (which tells us that GDP is not a good measure of a country’s prosperity) US productivity growth peaked in 1972 – incidentally the year after Nixon took the US off gold.
Hum... could there be a correlation? I wonder...
Factories tried to recover, and they had sputtering bouts of success. Yet, the overall productivity decline witnessed ever since is unprecedented.
Despite the short lived boom of the 1990s US productivity growth only averaged 1.2 per cent from 1975 up to today. If we isolate the last 15 years US productivity growth is on par with what an agrarian slave economy was able to achieve 200 years ago. (With hindsight we know that finance did more harm than good so we can conservatively deduct finance from the GDP calculations and by doing so we essentially end up with no growth per capita at all over a time span of more than 15 years.)
In effect, US real GDP per capita less contribution from finance increased by an annual average of 0.3 per cent from 2000 to 2015. In fact, from 2008 the annual average has been negative 0.5 per cent.
In other words, we have seen an overall weakening of the US economy from the 1970s. The reason is simple enough. For we know that monetary policy broken down to its most basic form is a transaction of nothing (fiat money) for something (real production of goods and services). Thus, the true reason for the “recession” and the unemployment at that time becomes apparent.
While there were many things that the American companies could do, the most common reaction was motivated by profit concerns. Thus, for most of the American industry the reaction was not logical and planned, but was reactionary. The American reaction was to reduce the size of its work force.
The buzz word at the time was “efficiency”.
Efforts were made to stop the industry practices of “keeping people on” (Retaining employees in the belief that their skills and abilities could be used at a later date, even though there was no work for them to do at the present.) as “overhead”.
Workers were “laid off” and their responsibilities given to others.
Efficiency experts sorting out who to fire and who to retain.
What began as occasional layoffs soon became a flood of firings. Companies started to expect their workers to do the work of those laid off. Efficiency sky rocked, but only to a point. It was, unsustainable in the long run. Millions were unemployed, and work was difficult to come by. Since I too lost my job, I found myself in the same situation as thousands of other unemployed Americans. We were all out of work, and out of luck.
I needed to find work, and I needed to do so quickly.
It did not take me long to decide what to do. I decided to go to California. For, to me, California was the place for me.
California.
California.
California.
Outfitting a Vehicle
To this end, I outfitted an old van that I had bought. It was an old white 1976 Dodge Tradesman 100. Purchased for $2000. It was empty inside, but had a decent engine and frame. It was a mini-van and very popular at the time.
I insulated it, and installed wood panels made from old shipping crates. I placed a bed inside and added a partition behind the drivers and passengers seats. I fixed the engine and the drive train, and set off to find work. It was a great place to sleep in, and to haul stuff in, but without a bathroom, kitchen or shower it was rather inconvenient. It was, to put it bluntly, a mobile hotel room without a bathroom.
I equipped it with a bed and some rudimentary storage and set off to find work.
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I worked where I could find work.
I worked at many fast food restaurants. These included McDonalds, Wendy’s, Hardees, Carl’s Junior, What-a-Burger, Burger King, etc.
I was not proud. If I could get paid, I did the work.
I also worked as a janitor. I cleaned offices late at night, and places like the YMCA. I also worked as a temp and performed tasks ranging from digging ditches, cleaning out industrial scraps at construction sites, washing windows, and moving boxes for a storage company. When you are unemployed and hungry, you do what you need to do. You don’t sit down and wait for something to come to you.
Sure, my stomach growled. But, when I worked fast food, I got a free meal on top of my pay. That helped a lot. I would save one half of my burger for my wife. I’d take it to the van after my shift. I would also get some of the packets of lemon juice in the condiments section. We could add that to water with some sugar and make some cheap lemonade.
Of course, I traveled to California, but once I arrived there I didn’t know where to go.
I lived in the van (a mobile “camper” that I had created) and worked low wage jobs to make ends meet. (It was insulated with a bed, but no toilet and water. Good for an overnight sleep, but not so great for living in.)
Precisely because I lived in this manner, it was difficult for anyone to locate me. Obviously contacting me was extremely difficult. I would work in a town, and save enough money to repair the camper, and get enough gas and food for the next couple of months. Then, I would continue on my journey. It was a cautious adventure.
Dodge Tradesman 100. Also known as a “mini-van”. It was big enough for a bed and some clothing storage, but little else. Mine was white, with plain tires and utility rims.
Driving Past Ridgecrest
Curiously, as I drove west I kept on driving towards a remote town in the middle of the desert west of Los Angeles. The town was Ridgecrest and on numerous occasions I kept on finding myself driving towards it. But I never stayed there to look for work.
Instead, I kept driving past towards more potentially promising places to be employed. (The reader should recognize that while you might “feel” a “tug” or interest in a certain place, your mind will tell you to ignore those feelings. Instead your mind will instruct you what to do based upon what you are exposed to (news typically) and reason.)
The mind is in constant battle AGAINST your feelings.
The mind is in constant battle AGAINST your feelings.
Yet, for me it seemed that all roads lead to this obscure town. I would get lost and find myself in the middle of a flat desert plain, with nothing nearby. But looking up I would see a sign pointing to the desert city of Ridgecrest. It sure was spooky.
A reoccurring theme during most of my life was how I would have “urges” to inspire me to go and do things. These urges were nothing less than ELF directional commands sent to me. That is; commands originating out of the “Core Kit” dialogues.
More about that later.
On the road near China Lake in California. There is flat desert as far as the eyes can see with distant blue desert mountains in the distance.
All in all, I traveled in circles trying to go to some point in California. I felt “right” when I was driving in the direction to California, but I didn’t know where to go. I had no set destination.
The mind is in constant battle AGAINST your feelings.
As such, I visited many of the cities and towns in the state, but none “felt” right. While some were very beautiful (like Auburn, California) the urges would not let me rest.
The mind is in constant battle AGAINST your feelings.
It had been approximately two years since I had left the Navy.
The memories of what had truly happened there was completely erased from my mind. I remembered joining the Navy, and leaving the Navy. But I had no recall of what happened between me and the Commander at the base. I had no active recollection of his words, nor did I have any active memories of the transportation portal. It was all forgotten.
Like misplaced memories.
I had adopted a new life, and had accepted it. Occasionally as I drove the camper, I would muse about what my life would have been where I to have stayed in the navy as a pilot, but my mind would always end up focusing on the issues directly at hand at the time.
The issues were always about existing.
Where can we park the van?
How much money do we have, and how much gas will it purchase?
Where can we sleep, without getting hassled by people, or the police?
Where can I get work, and where will I be able to cash the check once I receive it?
Where can we get a shower and wash off the stink? (A seriously big issue indeed.)
Looking for Work
The reader should understand that I moved into a van to leave an area of high unemployment (that would later become known as the “rust belt”) to an area where I could find work.
I was not “finding myself”, or “exploring the world” as a backpacker.
I was not a hippy, finding “free love” and adventures with a bong, and a box of contraceptives.
No. Not at all. I had a mission. I had to find work in California. It was my one and only goal.
The Rust Belt
The Rust Belt is a region of the United States, made up mostly of places in the Midwest and Great Lakes. Rust refers to the deindustrialization, or economic decline, population loss, and urban decay due to the shrinking of its once-powerful industrial sector. The term gained popularity in the U.S. in the 1980s.
The Rust Belt begins in western New York and traverses west through Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Ohio, Indiana, and the Lower Peninsula of Michigan, ending in northern Illinois, eastern Iowa, and southeastern Wisconsin.
Previously known as the industrial heartland of America, industry has been declining in the region since the mid-20th century due to a variety of economic factors, such as the transfer of manufacturing further West, increased automation, and the decline of the US steel and coal industries. While some cities and towns have managed to adapt by shifting focus towards services and high-tech industries, others have not fared as well, witnessing rising poverty and declining populations.
I could not afford to stay in hotels.
I did not have the money. I knew of very few people in the state, and thus had no connections to visit. I had no place to “crash at” while I was looking for work. Being low on money makes one creative. I had to find a way to make it to California, and it had to be the cheapest way possible. Short of being a hitchhiker, or hopping a freight train, the only thing that I could think of was driving there myself, and sleeping the car while I looked for work.
I did the “sleep in the car” bit a few times in the past.
It did not work out too well. Cars are cramped, people can look into the windows, and you always wake up with a stiff neck and a sore back. (Not to mention getting eaten alive by insects.) No, to travel, I would need a small van. It did not need to be large. It just needed to be big enough for a small mattress, and a place to store my clothes. It would need to have a good engine, and be insulated from the cold. Aside from that, I could then be equipped with the necessities to find work in a place far, far away.
I did what I could on the basis of the little that I knew. I was, after all, in my mid-20’s and still very young and “wet behind the ears”. My father insisted that I stay in Pittsburgh and try to find engineering work there. I disagreed. In this case, I was right. (Pittsburgh didn’t recover until around 2005, about twenty years later, and then it’s recovery required other talents instead of engineering.)
If I had stayed, like some of my classmates, I would be on a life path that was truly unlike anything that I had studied to be.
Later, as I began my journey, I discovered the importance of a small shower and bathroom. I discovered the need for a small refrigerator and heater. I later bought myself a class “A” motor home about fifteen years later that possessed all these amenities. However, that is a story representative of another time.
Men need to work
I have strong opinions of people who do not work for a living.
This goes double for those who do not desire to contribute to society. Men NEED to work. We need to contribute to society and we need to take care of our family. It is a biological NEED. Rather than rant on, I prefer to let someone else rant on about this subject.
“Sitting at a regae bar last night with some mates I had an experience that happens quite a lot to me in Thailand and that's meeting backpackers. This guy comes to the bar and orders a drink and says hello to me. The American in me would never start a random conversation especially with this dude but the outgoing Aussie in me always has to say hello. I wish now I'd got a photo of this guy however the guy looks similar to the picture below.[Photo of a heavily tattooed man with piercings all over his body, and shirtless. Not provided here because it is ugly.]So the first thing I notice about this dude is the overly large earing he has stuck through his nose, the ear piercings that look like plates in his ears and the fact he is covered in tats. Not the kinda guy I'd hang with regardless of his personality because he'd probably scare the girls away, but whatever, I'm having a good time I say hello back and he starts to chat.I don't have a problem with backpackers in general but I can only stand them so much, the conversation always goes something like this:What's your name?Where you come from?Where have you been?Where are you going?After you've answered these questions the backpacker types start telling you how they've been to 18 countries in the past few months and how you should go here and have you been there "oh your missing out" that somehow I'm less than because I don't stick a bag on my back and sleep in $3 rooms with 10 other dudes. Inevitably after they tell you all about the world they have nothing left to say except how excited they are to put the bag on their back again and sleep in another shitty room.Listening to this guy last night I'm being polite and interested when he got to that point where he'd rambled on about his travels enough that he didn't have much more to say so he asks me what I do.
So I told him part of the truth, I own “Living Thai” a blog on Thai girls and Thai hookers and sex in Thailand.
Should of seen this guys eyes, he looks at me with total horror like I'm a child molester or something and he exclaims "I don't like that, that's wrong" maybe he was lost for words? Not sure, but I'll never forget this guys eyes it was priceless.So this guy is obviously offended by sex (looking at him you know he doesn't get much) or at least Thai hookers or the fact that girls sell themselves for money. So yes it's true, I'm a pimp, and this site is #1 for information about Thai hookers. I don't hide the fact or pretty it up in anyway and why should I? This is life dude, this shit happens and why should I make apologies for it?This is how these Khao San Road types are like, they'll be quick to attack you if you judge them for looping a bull ring through their nose or having enough ink to kill a whale and then attack you again if you don't also ink yourself up with tribal tats and stab yourself with rings making dance circles spinning fire singing coombaya the world is a lovely place. It's not dude, you gotta get outta your fairyland and talking to "like-minded" people to find out it's not. Try to understand the world for what it is not just suck up the shit you like. Open your mind a little.I don't need to travel around the world to know that the world is shit, it's dark, and there are terrible people doing terrible things. So many people pass through Thailand with their eyes closed believing if they ignore it or don't partake in it then it doesn't happen or that they are helping.
Many expats are like this too, they think cause they spend a few thousand dollars a month in Thailand that they are "helping" Thai people and Thailand should reciprocate with an easy and cheap visa so they can keep spending 30-40 thousand baht a month in the country. You're contribution is so small, no you do not make a difference especially to the average Thai.I don't normally talk to dudes that look like they just came out of a clown carnival (for reasons stated) but I'm not going to judge a guy off the bat because he looks like a freak-show either.
Maybe the dude would of respected me more if when he spoke to me i said "I don't talk to clowns".
It was a fine rant.
However the point must be made clear. When I moved into my van it was to look for employment. I had a need, a desire, and an urge to find work. I knew that I needed to find it in California, for at time all work was in California. Isn’t that were Steve Jobs was making his fortunes? Isn’t that were Bill Gates was raking in billions of dollars? Isn’t that were Hollywood is, and Silicon Valley is? Isn’t that where all the military technology was that will defeat the Communist Menace in the Soviet Union? California was a mecca for engineers.
It was where I should go.
Bill Gates in the 1980’s. The photo is a bit unusual in that he is sitting next to an Apple computer.
While Wall Street was the place to go if you had an MBA in Finance, California was where you should go if you were an engineer. California was where young, bright engineers such as myself, belonged.
I was of the generation of Steve Jobs and Bill Gates.
Steve Jobs in the 1980’s. He helped redefine what Silicon Valley was.
I outfitted a van. I set it up as a comfortable sleeping quarters, so that I did not have to pay for expensive hotels. I took an unused bed mattress, and some scraps of old (living room) rug scraps and decorated the interior. (left over carpet from my parent’s TV room.) I used the Styrofoam from cheap (Wal-Mart) ice coolers as insulation, and then paneled over it with old hardwood from decades-old wooden freight pallets (I paid $15 for the lot.) . I put tinting on the interior windows, and installed a sunroof that I got for $5 from a local automobile junkyard.
I made sure that the motor and operation of the vehicle was perfect, and as such, I moved onward and outward. I began my search for work with less than one hundred dollars to my name.
Living the life of unencumbered freedom.
“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.”-Rose Luxemburg
Obviously, I did not follow the typical career development of a Naval Aviator. Instead I began, what I call, “The Big Adventure”. It was my rite of passage. While I “should” have been on a carrier flying high performance aircraft, like the rest of my classmates, I was a homeless, penniless, nomad wandering aimlessly in the hinterlands of America.
Some days would be great with extreme beauty and a fine proper meal. While other days were spend starving and avoiding the hot sun inside a sweltering metal box that I called “the camper “or old “urge”. True travel is not glamorous. Not at all.
Rite of Passage
Sociologists have identified three phases that constitute a proper rite of passage: separation, transition, and re-incorporation.
Separation: During this phase an initiate is separated in some way from his former life. In the case of the Mandan tribe, the young man was isolated from the village in a hut for three days. In other tribes, boys’ heads were shaved and they were ritually bathed and/or tattooed. In a more modern example, when a man has just enlisted in the military, he is sent away to boot camp.
His former possessions are put aside, his head is shaved, and he is given a uniform to wear. During the separation phase, part of the old self is extinguished as the initiate prepares to create a new identity.
Transition: During this phase, the initiate is between worlds-no longer part of his old life but not yet fully inducted into his new one. He is taught the knowledge needed to become a full-fledged member of that group. And he is called upon to pass tests that show he is ready for the leap.
In tribal societies, the elders would impart to the initiate what it meant to be a man and how the boy was to conduct himself once he had become one. The initiate would then participate in ritual ceremonies which often involved pain and endurance.
In the case of the new soldier, he is yelled at, prodded, exercised, and disciplined to prepare him to receive a rank and title.
Re-incorporation. In this phase, the initiate, having passed the tests necessary and proving himself worthy, is re-introduced into his community, which recognizes and honors his new status within the group. For tribal societies, this meant a village-wide feast and celebration.
The boy would now be recognized by all tribe members as a man and allowed to participate in the activities and responsibilities that status conferred. For the soldier, his boot camp experience would come to an end and both his superiors and his family would join in a ceremony to recognize his new status as a full-fledged member of the military.
During the all phases of the process, the men who have gone through the ritual themselves guide the young initiate on his journey. By controlling the rite of passage, the men decide when a boy becomes a man.
I had named my van after a story that I had read. I named it after the name of a hippy van in a story that graced most of the pages in a book known as the “Last Whole Earth Catalog”.
The Whole Earth Catalog (WEC) was an American counterculture magazine and product catalog published by Stewart Brand several times a year between 1968 and 1972, and occasionally thereafter, until 1998.
Steve Jobs compared The Whole Earth Catalog to Internet search engine Google in his June 2005 Stanford University commencement speech.
"When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation.... It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along. It was idealistic and overflowing with neat tools and great notions."
The Whole Earth Catalog (WEC) was an American counterculture magazine and product catalog published by Stewart Brand several times a year between 1968 and 1972, and occasionally thereafter, until 1998. The magazine featured essays and articles, but was primarily focused on product reviews.
Above is a page from the Last Whole Earth Catalog. In the lower right corner, the reader can see a box with the image of an alligator or dragon and some words. That is the hippy story where I obtained the name whereas I named my van “ol urge”.
An adventure consists of extremes. You see the great beauty of life, and the depths of the abysmal.
After all of this, I became a “somewhat” normal person again. But, I (the truth) was anything but normal. Not only was I a highly trained, college educated, intellectual, but I was implanted with specialized probes; probes of unique abilities and secretive purposes. I didn’t know why, but I suddenly found myself questioning everything around me. I stared to ask questions about how humans lived in America and what my role was.
“This reminds me of when the Reagan Administration gave out blocks of cheese to Food Stamp recipients. Soon after the deliveries were made, bars around Philadelphia were serving grilled cheese sandwiches during happy hour.”-Posted on 2/13/2018, 8:30:33 AM by Opinionated Blowhard
I wondered why I couldn’t qualify for all the “free” stuff that the government promised me.
It was true. I could NEVER qualify.
I went to a welfare office in upstate New York to apply for food stamps. The woman behind the counter, a nasty prune face of a woman named Mrs. Slen (to this day, I will never forget her name) told me that she’d “just happen to know that engineers do not get laid off.” (She knew, she said, because she was married to an engineer.)
She said that I was just a lazy good-for-nothing person, and went out of her way to make my life extremely difficult in the pursuit of government benefits.
She would misplace my paperwork, and I would need to come in and do them all over again. She would call me at 5:45 and tell me that I would need to come in before 6:00 and sign something or the other. She would do all kinds of nasty things and make my life a “red tape” nightmare.
That was my life…
“They hide income. Dirty little secret is that some groups with “favored nation status” are rubber stamped through these programs and the bureaucrats look the other way.
Whereas some little old white lady will be put through the wringer and made to jump through several flaming hoops of administrative red tape only to be denied.
I saw this with my very own eyes.”-Posted on 2/13/2018, 8:10:58 AM by AbolishCSEU
So much for that little adventure…
I became Spiritual
One of the things that was constant during this period of time in my life were my night-time dreams. Once I fell asleep, my mind would rest, and after a while I would start to have these odd dreams. My consciousness sort of detached and I began to experience this “other” kind of existence.
It was really, really odd. Many of the “experiences” consisted of a kind of very…very…very…VERY vivid experience that communicated with my brain as an augmented dream. And they were always about going to school. I was always being taught things. I was constantly involved in education, and all sorts of weird things. Then when I woke up, I would look at the world around me and what I experienced quite differently…
I had a totally different point of view.
I started to wonder why real nasty people seemed to be so successful, and the softer nicer people all seemed to be destitute.
I became spiritual and in this train of thought, I moved upon faith and belief.
I became inspired within by an inner confidence… and upon that confidence; I embarked upon a new adventure… a greater adventure. An adventure fueled on … faith…
I became very spiritual and everything seemed, to me, to be connected.
The weather to the earth, and the movement of people to the movement of the moon. Things all seemed so interconnected to me. I began to question everything. Maybe it was living in the van, or maybe it was my experiences. Maybe it was due to the probes. I do not know why.
Travel
“A huge forest it was; and I was glad and grateful beyond measure for the scent of roots and leaves, the thick smell of the fir-sap, that is like the smell of marrow. Only the forest could bring all things to calm within me; my mind was strong and at ease.”— Knut Hamsun “Pan”
I often see inspirational pictures on the internet showing a map with some kind of words to inspire confidence to travel.
Yeah, it’s all good. But mostly, the people who do this sit comfy in their own rooms, and live their mundane day to day lives. They dream about travel, and they Photoshop about travel. They post articles about their travel dreams. They buy clothes that travelers wear, and expensive backpacks and gear. They collect interesting books and read about travel. But they don’t actually travel.
Typical Tumbler photo advertising for the joy of travel. These things can be found all over the Internet and serve to inspire us to leave our lazy-boy chair.
True and Real Travel
True and real travel is an adventure.
You leave your comfortable house with only $200 in your wallet, and you go. You just leave. You go make friends, or you visit friends you just made. You don’t buy expensive or trendy backpacks and nice looking road maps. That looks great in advertisements, but real travelers don’t use them.
Real travel is not only about the wilds of the forests, and the smell of nature. It is also about the dark and grimy stained gravel of a train yard, the back alleys behind centuries-old factories, the frighteningly-quiet cookie-cutter suburban neighborhoods with people peering out behind curtains.
It is all of this and more.
It is the empty quietness of an outlet mall at sunrise, the smell of a fresh pot of coffee being made at “Waffle House” at 4 am in the morning, and waiting outside on a grassy knoll while a “grease monkey” fixes your brakes. Travel is an adventure, and it isn’t always beautiful.
Real travelers, well, (for one thing) they stink. Showers are a once a week event. Their clothes are bought at Wal-Mart, or if they are really poor, the Salvation Army. Their note book is a $3 plain wire-wound affair. Their money is spent on the adventure itself. It is not spent on the trappings advertising the Dream-of-Adventure.
Today, like everything else, the “dream” has been packaged and marketed by corporate professionals. Many of whom have never set a foot in a park let alone the far off wilds.
Ah. The reader should not get confused. Backpacking serves a point if it is directed with set goals in mind. You take a trip for “X” period of time, with the goal of obtaining “A”, and “B” with the strong possibility that unknown factor “C” will manifest. You do it with what you have and you make do.
At the time, our trip took far longer than we wanted. The period of time was longer than we ever expected, and the discomfort in the van was worsening each month. Our goal of obtaining “engineering or career-related work” in California did not manifest, and the best we could do was low-end labor positions. This lasted for an extremely long time. (Without getting into too much detail, I ended up getting married with a girl from my “home town” and we embarked on this adventure together.)
Back Story
We eloped, let it be known. Her parents wouldn’t have anything to do with a “Pollack”. We got married at a midnight mass in an Assembly of God (aligned) church on a Halloween evening. For those of you who think it was a bit hasty, as we got married on our second date, we were married for over twenty years.
We only ended up getting divorced as a consequence of her health issues. These are complicated subjects and not really appropriate here at this time. Let it be stated that we started our adventure together, and it worked out just right.
Real Travelers
To my parents and my friends, they thought that I was just running around aimlessly. Indeed, much the same way that I view many of these “backpackers” out and about today.
Ouch!
When in truth, I was being directed towards California by the probes in my skull. Situations that permitted my ability to travel, and luck manifested at the proper time and place to make sure that my guided actions were truly manifest. On the physical, it appeared that I was an aimless wanderer. No one ever knows the true motives of others. No one really knows the situations of others, and the powers and forces that compel them to behave in (what appear to be) odd ways.
What is luck in a fated universe?
In fact, to see what true reality is, take away all the “on the surface conformity” and peer into the mechanisms that control and motivate people. If one does this, they will find and discover just how different we all are. In fact, even though others (relative to ourselves) are but “quantum shadows” of the reality of other souls, even their quantum supposed motivations are alien to what we know (as real) and what we expect.
State Parks are wonderful places for quiet reflection and calming peace. I urge the reader to take part and enjoy some of the many state parks that are all around us.
Real Travelers
“Real” travelers don’t wait for perfection. They go when the “calling” occurs. Often they are not socially, and financially ready to make the trip.
“Real” travelers drink coffee at McDonalds ($1.25/cup), and shun Starbucks ($8.50/cup). They go into small family diners at the crack of dawn as the fog is just starting to burn away by the morning sun.
From The Art of Manliness...
Many things in life are much better when done by hand in small quantities. Roasting coffee at home one or two pounds at a time produces just about the best coffee you’ll ever have. Most chains (Starbucks, notoriously) will actually over-roast so that every cup of coffee tastes the same, day in and day out.
They take all the unique character out of the coffee. Roasting at home will give you a variety of flavors that you never even knew existed in coffee.
Every man should know how to brew a decent cup of coffee. It’s an everyday skill that should be passed down from father to son, like shaving or mowing the lawn. It’s a manly ritual providing both utility and comfort.Consider history. Out on the trail, coffee was a staple among cowboys. Piping hot coffee helped a cowboy shake off the stiffness from sleeping on the hard desert ground, and it was also a good beverage to wash down the morning sour dough biscuits. However, cowboys didn’t have the luxury of fancy coffee brewers or French presses. They had to pack light, so all they usually had was a metal coffee pot, sans filter, to brew their coffee in. No matter. A cowboy could still make a decent cup of coffee. Here’s how.
Bring water to a near boil over your campfire.Throw your coffee grounds right into the water. (That’s right. Filters are for city slickers.)Stir the coffee over the fire for a minute or two.Remove the pot from the fire and let the coffee sit for a minute or two to allow the grounds to settle at the bottom of the pot. (Add a bit of cold water to help speed along the settling process.)Carefully pour the coffee into your tin cup so that the grounds stay in the pot.Stand around the fire with your left thumb in your belt loop and your coffee cup in your right hand. Take slow sips and meditate on the trek ahead. Make sure you tip the brim of your hat slightly downward.
Real Travelers go to libraries to read the news, and relax. (They dare not spend a quarter to buy the newspaper. They read it at the library instead for free.) They visit parks, use the bathrooms in laundromats, look for bargain food in grocery stores, and forage for food in orchards.
They buy day-old bagels, or nearly expired fruits and vegetables from grocery stores. In a pinch they “dumpster-dive” and forage for food outside in the back of fast food restaurants.
“Real” travelers live on the edge.
The entire time that I was traveling and looking for work, I avoided begging.
The closest that we (I was married at the time) ever came to begging was asking a church if we could park into their parking lot. Sometimes, we would accept the support they gave us. However, what I really wanted was work. I would have been just glad to get $10 to mow a lawn, rake some leaves, change someone’s oil, or helped till a garden.
I was young, in my 20’s, and I was willing to do anything.
Hard Life
In fact, the truth is that during our travels there were many times where we were actually starving. We had run out of money, and with no gas, and no income, and no work ANYWHERE we would find ourselves going without eating for weeks at a time. I would say that the longest that we ever went without food was three weeks.
The wife didn’t have a problem with it.
She thought she looked “good”. I on the other hand, well I needed to eat. Typically however, we might have to go without food from three to five days. Eventually we could find work at a restaurant and get a free meal as part of our work. If only I worked, I would save half the food in a napkin, and bring it home to my wife.
Sometimes we would see a house with a fruit bearing tree in the yard. We would then knock on the door and ask to collect the fruit. The people were often very nice about this. It kept us alive. For three weeks in California, we lived off of lemons. Our teeth almost fell out... yikes.
Other times it was raw onions and mustard packets from the fast food restaurant.
Sometimes we would dumpster-dive for expired burgers in the trash bin behind the Fast Food restaurants. We did what we needed to stay alive.
This should not be confused with some “adventurers” who backpack around the globe “on the cheap” and ask for handouts along the way to support their travels. Those people disgust me. They really do. They are “aimless” and “ill prepared”. They travel to a strange place to take pretty pictures, and meet a few people, so that they can have some “notch” in their belt of experience. They are not focused and directed with purpose.
During my travels, we never begged. Sure, we would ask for help like a place to exist and park the van. We would ask for some water. Many would give us more, but they did not need to. We just wanted to pay our way. Those that helped us were fantastic people.
Nevertheless, we never needed to beg.
Boomers
As opposed to (what is now known today as “backpackers”) begging, we were actually “boomers”.
Beggars are now referred to as "Backpackers".
Boomer is the term for migrants relocating to areas where work is plentiful.
The term comes from the idea that we would migrate to whatever area had work. That area would be “booming” with jobs and opportunities. Thus, we would move to that area, and thus became “boomers”. (Not to be confused with the deadly submarines of the same name.) The term originates from the California Gold Rush Boom. In the 1980’s it also pertained to the American Gulf Oil Rig Boom, and the Boom related to the need for Air Traffic Controllers.
We were “boomers”, and not “beggars”.
Here’s some photos of beggars in Thailand. Why in the world are they begging? The Thailand law clearly states that they must post enough money in a bank to buy a plane ticket out of Thailand. So they obviously have a means out. Even if that money was swindled, there are other options available to them. Yet they are not taking those options.
They are begging.
Begging for money in Thailand. Everyone has the chance to come across an unfortunate event than can cause them to start begging on the streets. However, that should be a last resort, and not a source of income.
I know. Accidents happen.
People get swindled and tricked. Situations occur where you lose everything. I get it. It has happened to me. I know that it happens. However, the only conclusion that I can come to, as someone who HAS been in a foreign land with absolutely no money, is that these people are NOT willing to work for money to survive on.
This disgusts me.
This happened to me in China. [1] Trapped in Hangzhou and had to labor to get airfare out. Also happened to me in the Philippines. Here [2] I was swindled and left for dead. [3] Happened to me in Hong Kong where I was stranded in the International airport.
Three times, I was stuck in a foreign land with no money. Yet, I will tell the reader this… I NEVER begged.
Look at the photos below. Why aren’t they doing something to earn money instead of begging? I understand that things can go wrong and you can actually need money in a state of emergency. This happens, and is a realistic event.
It has happened to me. So I do know. That is why there are Salvation Army soup kitchens and beds. People can be hit with bad luck. They can be swindled, and stolen from. They can be hurt in a strange area where no one knows them, and due to circumstances they might need to turn to strangers for support.
It happens. Yet, I must admit that I am very opinionated about the people in the above photos, because there are other options open to them. Yet they are not following through on what they NEED to do.
But… but…
But, this is Thailand for goodness sakes! Those gals could earn some quick money pulling a “short time” on their back (which is exactly what the local Thai people would think), and why the only ones giving them money were foreigners.
However, those girls should not need to even consider that, as those guys can work themselves. Indeed, they can dig ditches, and wash windows on the 34th floor of a downtown skyscraper.
I would do so, and have. I have done things that I did not want to do. I did the ugly, disgusting and dangerous work. I provided for my wife. But these guys, what is their malfunction? Heck, they can sell their expensive cameras, and watches.
Another young couple begging in Thailand. By law, you have to post enough money for a return flight out of the nation. So what is going on here? Were both of them swindled?
And I did. This is not some one-line justification, I actually did things.
I crawled under a San Louis Obispo restaurant into a vat filled with kitchen grease and emptied it out with a ladle into a drum, I had to crawl over dead rats, with swarms of cockroaches crawling over my body. I was covered in spider webs. It was hot, dirty, greasy, foul and putrid, but I did do it.
Other examples included crawling out to the end of a boom tower on a broken drag-line to fix a snagged cable. These are dangerous tasks, but you do what you need to do.
Begging should be a “last resort” activity.
How we got by
We parked the van in highway rest stops, church parking lots, or state parks (and game-lands). Sometimes we parked in the parking lots of cemeteries.
In all cases, we needed to get permission to park and just “be”.
Sometimes, we were not wanted. Neighbors or concerned citizens would call the police and they would come and “check out the situation”. It might be a flashlight knock on the wall of the van at three in the morning, or a flashing light swarm around the van. The police would come, handcuff us, and ask us some questions. Sometimes they would escort us outside the town limits, other times they would drive us to a charity or church to help us.
The police were kind, for the most part, and respectful of us.
At that time, there were no cell phones or “smart” phones. If we wanted to communicate with others we needed to make a phone call (often from a phone booth), or write a letter. When you write a letter, you need to purchase “stamps” that you would lick and stick on the top right side of the envelope. The contents of the letter was private. No one could open the letter aside from the recipient. If anyone did, they would risk severe federal penalties. Of course, in those days, people actually cared about privacy. Letters were then mailed either in “mail boxes” or taken directly to the Post Office to mail out directly.
Then, just as now, theft of mail and opening mail that isn’t yours is a serious penalty. I would have never thought that anyone would do such a thing. However, as I was to soon discover, it is pretty common in the lower rungs of society. Indeed, once you lose everything, or if you move to a new area where you know no one, you enter the ranks of the low and impoverished.
When I was in Syracuse University, I once saw my neighbor stealing my mail. I went to the Post Office, and complained. They took it quite seriously. Privacy was considered an important part of one’s life back “in the day”.
Of course, that seems so funny today. No American has any privacy. The Bill of Rights is meaningless.
You are preyed upon.
Everyone has an angle. Those with money see your weakness so that they can profit from it. Maybe use you for labor, sex, or for bait for a larger scheme that they have in mind. There are all kinds of people and we met some really despicable people. They came in all sizes and shapes. Some were obvious, like a slime ball who was waiting outside the Salvation Army and who had an interest in my wife (at the time). He wanted us to go into the alley in the back of the store to show us a used kitchen-stove he wanted to sell.
Some were not so obvious, like a church (Baptist) elder who offered to hire my wife to work in his office at night. You know, after working hours, to help “sort personal things out”. Some were just a group of rowdy college youths acting like a rabid pack of dogs. Obviously they didn’t know the terror they were inflicting on others.
The world is filled with all sorts of people.
The Best Time to Travel
The best time to travel is before you are trapped.
That is to say, before you are trapped in a job, or a career, or in a life with children and their schooling. Sure there are exceptions. For instance, people who sail the world and home-school their children on board, and those whom were born into a nomadic life. But for the vast bulk of Americans, the concept of travel is just that, a concept. Most Americans have never left the region where they were born in. Most Americans have traveled very little, and only one in five holds a passport (a dated reference). The world of true and real travel is one that most Americans do not participate in.
Photo is obviously from the 1960’s while I was involved in the great adventure in the 1980’s. Never the less, the styles of the mailboxes and phone booths were identical. Notice, that unlike today, everything was in English. If you couldn’t speak English, and could not write in English, then you were at a distinct disadvantage.
Of course, not every job can trap a person.
If the person is college educated; being unemployed for more than three months is often a career-terminating move. Thus, most college-educated people tend to become trapped in their jobs, professions and careers simply due to the fact that any extended leave would, in all probability, terminate their career and standard of living.
Other jobs; non-skilled, hourly or skilled are not so fragile. They can handle an extended leave of absence.
The photo above is not a photo of what my van looked like. None of those photos survived over the years. It is a photo of an outfitted van done in a similar way to mine. In my case, I took old used wood pallets and lined the interior of the van with sanded down pallet wood over closed foam urethane insulation from cheap ice coolers. The rear of the van was just one large bed. There wasn’t a commode, kitchen, refrigerator or shower. It was (more or less) a mobile “roof over my head” where I could sleep in privacy, and store my gear. For food we would eat in restaurants, or cook on the grills in parks and roadside rest areas. For showers we would use gas stations, or pay $3 to take a shower at the YMCA.
Start small and simple.
Save one week’s pay. Map out a journey 4 states away. Go there. Take a tent, live in hostels, and eat cheaply on outdoor grills. Plan on a travel duration of just under two weeks. Return. Then… when you return, plan your next adventure. The idea is to go to a place that is strange and where you don’t know anyone. Then go there. The point is just to DO it.
The Ronald Reagan America
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream…”- Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac
For us, we began our “Great Adventure” during the 1980’s. Let me take a moment to reflect what the 1980’s were like. (As well as to remove myself, and the reader, from the rewritten historical narrative. During the years of 2008 through 2016, there was an ACTIVE effort to rewrite history.)
I was married at the time.
Though I will not relate that story here, it is a significant part of my life with great influences and interesting insights into the relationships my wife and I had while I was <redacted>.
While this manuscript is autobiographical in scope, it dwells primarily on the key focus of my relationship with the Martian exploratory group. Relationships with my family are only tangential to this. (Though there are some very curious cross-personality and cross-quantum influences that are mutually resonant.)
The “Great Adventure” refers to the period in my life that began with my layoff as an Engineer to when I returned to the naval base at China Lake to complete my ELF training and entanglement.
This period was one of travel and adventure. It was a nomadic life that was heavily influenced in me being “summoned” to California by the ELF probes, and me resisting the calls because I had no recollection of what had transpired at the base previously. This period was a period of excitement and adventure as no matter what we did; all roads lead to China Lake and my ELF entanglement. I could not avoid my destiny. My wife had no clue as to what was going on, but she did support me in my travels.
For they were different than the 1960’s and 1970’s that I “grew up” in. It was a time that was quite unique and very, very different from what the reader might experience today.
At this time, there were no cell-phones, the phones were either mounted on the wall, or were attached to it with a long cord. Computers existed, but were text only as green letters on a black screen… and were expensive! D&D was very popular, and people watched TV at home (“Where’s the beef?”) as their primary source of information and amusement.
Cameras used film, and they came in little polypropylene containers that looked like Barbie-doll size trash cans. You had to buy the film and it was expensive. A roll of twelve pictures would equal the cost of two Burger King lunches.
D&D
Dungeons & Dragons (abbreviated as D&D or DnD) is a fantasy tabletop role-playing game (RPG) originally designed by Gary Gygax and Dave Arneson, and first published in 1974 by Tactical Studies Rules, Inc. (TSR).
The very popular role playing game known as Dungeons and Dragons.
Where's the Beef
"Where's the beef?" is a catchphrase in the United States and Canada. The phrase originated as a slogan for the fast food chain Wendy's.
Since then it has become an all-purpose phrase questioning the substance of an idea, event or product.
In the ad, titled "Fluffy Bun," actress Clara Peller receives a burger with a massive bun from a fictional competitor, which uses the slogan "Home of the Big Bun".
Record club advertisement. These advertisements became very popular in the United States, when all the radio stations were being bought up by mega media-companies. Suddenly all the music dried up to only about 100 “favorite ” songs out of a limited roster of 500 songs. To listen to anything else you needed to join a club. What a racket!
The so called “Silicon Valley” was just starting to take form. America was building up to finish the “Cold War” once and for all. We were going to out-produce those pesky Russian Communists until they would need to give up. (And, it worked!). The walls (figuratively and literally) came down.
Media was experimenting with CGI. Their early efforts were cautiously embraced. As a result, Max Headroom was terribly popular.
Computers
Computers were just leaving the hobby realm and entering the work force. Few people, aside from “nerds” owned a computer. The ones that were available were terribly expensive. For instance a “large capacity” hard drive would be 10MB and cost nearly $4000. The screen was monochrome and only presented text. It ran on MS DOS and utilized a “Dot Matrix” printer. Everything was off-white ABS plastic.
Max Headroom
Max Headroom is a fictional artificial intelligence (AI) character, known for his wit and stuttering, distorted, electronically sampled voice. He was introduced in early 1984. The character was created by George Stone, Annabel Jankel and Rocky Morton in the mid-1980s, and portrayed by Matt Frewer as "The World's first computer-generated TV host," although the computer-generated appearance was achieved with prosthetic makeup and hand-drawn backgrounds. Preparing the look for filming involved a four-and-a-half-hour session in make-up, which Frewer described as "grueling" and "not fun," likening it to "being on the inside of a giant tennis ball."
ABS
Interesting bit of trivia; the ABS material tended to age when exposed to UV light. Over time the white color plastic housings would turn into a disgusting dirty pee-yellow color. To extend the life of the product appearance, computer manufacturers would dye the plastic an off-white color. One of the secrets to selling old or used computers was to remove the plastic housings and then paint them bright white. People would snatch them up quickly, even though the electronics inside would be terribly obsolete. LOL.
CDROM’s had yet to be popular.
So people used “floppy disks” to store their work on. Music was available on records, 8-track tapes (Still available in the 1980’s, but their late 1970’s “hey days” were over.), and cassette tapes.
You could join “record clubs” that would send you a weekly catalog where you could purchase music on image alone. They would “pull” people in by offering them ten free tapes, then once locked in, you needed to make so many purchases a year. They also did this with books.
An iconic image in EVERY Design office. “Go ahead make one more change.” From Boston to Los Angles and every place in between, every design office, had this photo (and words) taped to the file cabinets or pinned onto the bulletin board.
Cordless telephones were just being made available. Each one was large, and typically had an extendable metal antenna that you would need to extend to obtain a half-decent signal. (Watch the movie “Risky Business” to see an example of this.)
This was the decade when the Nintendo NES came into our lives.
Indeed, many of us spent our time typing “cd games” into old IBM computers, loading some beeping game or another. But when you really think about it, that’s not much different from today. We still have consoles, we still have computer games, and we definitely still have beeping. The games themselves are different, the graphics are different (obviously much, much better), but the environment is still very similar.
You sit on a chair. You play.
The Goonies. Mean old country-club Republican forces a nice middle-class white family on to the streets for corporate profits. Oh Hollywood!
“Must-see TV” (of course) meant “The Cosby Show”.
John Hughes movies were very popular and they were light, happy and full of 1980’s energy. How can you forget the movies “Sixteen Candles”, “Ferris Buellers Day Off”, “Weird Science”, or “Career Opportunities”. Or what about John Cusack’s movies as “One Crazy Summer”, and “Better off Dead”. All are classics.
“I want my two dollars!”-Johnny the Paperboy
While I would dress for work, I would often pass by kids going to school and I was constantly surprised with what they were wearing. Typical attire, in California, seemed to be neon spandex biker shorts with just a T-shirt. Really strange indeed.
(Of course, I was in the middle of extreme world-line switching at the time.)
Work office attire consisted of polyester everything. No one wore jeans or polo shirts. Men wore ties on collared shirts. Both the ties and the collars on the shirts tended to be wide. The colors were all tans and browns with a distinct movement towards pastels. We all carried traditional briefcases. No one ever carried a backpack to work. If our bagged lunch would not fit inside the briefcase, we would carry it outside of it.
Office Coffee
All offices had a large tureen of coffee. Typically it was this huge metal cylinder with a spigot at the bottom. It would peculate coffee just like a conventional peculator. These tureens held maybe five gallons of water, and used up a sizable portion of a can of coffee to make. The tureen would be on all working day. This was popular from my father’s generational period in the 1960’s thought the 70’s and 80’s up into the 1990’s.
Later on, into the middle 1990’s this was replaced by restaurant-style individual coffee pots cooking on burners. Typically offices would use either two or four burner units. (Six burner units were rare outside of restaurants.) Unlike the tureens that were maintained by the company purchasing coffee and employees being responsible for making the coffee, the individual coffee pots typically came as part of a “service”. A person come come to the office every two weeks to make sure the coffee is stocked up properly and the machine was in working order. The cost for this service was much higher than just the cost of a coffee and tureen.
This added convenience for the workers came at a price. When the coffee came out of the tureen, it was free to the workers. Let me repeat. Work office coffee was FREE for the office workers.
Fast forward to the Bill Clinton presidency; the age of greed.
No one ever took up collections to fund the coffee. That didn’t happen until much later in the 1990’s under President Bill Clinton. (It wasn’t his fault. He “inspired” everyone to go after money and become successful. Everyone was trying to “find an angle”.
At that time everyone was trying to get rich.
Companies were trying all sorts of techniques to improve profits. The President at that time inspired CEO’s, who then implemented various “programs” to improve profits. I’m sure that there are a number of notable Dilbert cartoons on this subject.) In this environment, coffee became a “perk” that companies would use to “attract” talent and retain employees. Prior to that, it was an accepted norm. Everyone EXPECTED free coffee at work. (That, alongside with free health plans with no co-pays and no deductions from one’s paycheck.)
I was in my twenties. The advantages of this was not appreciated until I was older. Ah, the generation before me had it so so good!
As an aside, as of 2018, coffee is still free to the office workers in the UK, Australia and China (that I know of). It’s only in the USA that companies treat their employees as farmed cattle to exploit. (Indeed, I hear Google let’s all their employees drink for free or at low reduced prices, as long as you are not white or male…LOL.)
“(I) Was working 75 to 84 hours a week for years till they laid me off ... they call it the American Dream but I was trying not to fuck up while exhausted and never believed it. ... just ensuring ppl don’t die in with planes crashing ... nobody gives a fuck especially the assholes called our representatives.” -Vendetta Feb 6, 2018 3:29 AM Permalink
I owned a Beta-Max player.
In fact, I upgraded to the “super” Beta-Max player prior to purchasing the core unit. I guess that I was a little crazy about electronics at the time. However, I felt that buy purchasing the upgrade before I purchased the player gave me advantage.
I was correct. However, the advantage only lasted five years. Sigh.
I would be able to run off to the video store and rent a tape or two for the weekend. Over time, the high quality of Beta was replaced by the low-quality but low-cost VHS players. I like everyone else, eventually made the switch. Ah, it was a sad day indeed. For a while, unable to go to the store to rent videos, we would watch the old Beta tapes that we had at the house. Pickings were slim. We had “Roxanne” (Not to be confused with the television series of the same name.), “Spaced Invaders”, and “Soapdish”.
35mm film container. These came in metal tins with a screw on top and later, during the 1960’s came the plastic versions.
Life in the 1980’s
Carl’s Junior served food on wooden plates with a hot metal pan centered on it. They used real metal utensils, and a real serrated edge knife with a wooden handle. Drinks were provided in reusable brown plastic coffee cups, or tall plastic glasses for soda. A newspaper waited outside in a vending machine, and you could smoke in every restaurant. At that time, they still maintained a more-or-less hybrid existence; part restaurant / part fast food. (Sort of like Denny’s today.) Now, of course, they have devolved into just another fast food franchise.
Cross walk signs were in English. They did not use an array of LED diodes to form a picture of a standing or walking pedestrians. I guess that people then were able to read English, where today in the USA, you just are not ever sure.
Cell phones did not exist. Therefore, it was easy back then to isolate from the rest of the world, now you’re surrounded by world’s noise everywhere. Then you could isolate yourself. A quiet walk was for contemplation and enjoyment. It was possible.
Restaurants served a free tall glass of ice water with every meal, even for children. People used toothpicks and the ashtray on the table. (You could smoke in the restaurants as well, and buy your cigarettes out of a vending machine in the lobby.)
People smoked at their work desks. In fact, most desks were issued a clear ash tray when a new hire came on board. In the supply cabinet were usually a small stack of extra ash trays.
The meeting rooms all had big ash trays. Men carried lighters, as did women. Though, the small pack of lighters were still commonly available everywhere. Typically they would have the name and phone number of the establishment where they came from.
Some (typically Sales and Marketing types) would smoke cigars that would pollute the entire office. There was no such things as “designated smoking areas”. That was a creation of the Clinton administration to make work places safer (for the children), as well as to reduce the costs of insurance.
Thank you Mr. Clinton and your close buddies in the insurance agency. </sarcasm>
How the children, who were too young to work, be affected by secondhand office-smoke is beyond me. But you know, there is no logic in politics. It is just nonsense spewed out to control the masses through fear and confusion.
Smoking
Most men have a vice — some pleasure in life that isn’t necessarily safe or healthy, but can be partaken of in moderation. For many gentlemen that’s tobacco, usually in the form of a cigar or pipe. Sure, you can walk into the tobacco shop and grab whatever you recognize or is cheapest. Or you can become a bonafide connoisseur, understanding why one tobacco variety differs from another, where each comes from, and those you truly like. Go down to the local tobacco shop and have the tobacconist show you the ropes. And of course you need hands-on study! Smoke (and sip — tobacco always pairs well with whiskey) until you find the gems that leave you relaxed and smiling at the end of the day.
For the Children
“For the children” was a catch phrase of the Clinton Administration. Yet, it just boggles the mind how children would be affected by workplace smoke. You cannot work until you are 16 years old.
The connection between the Clinton's and the insurance Agencies
Don’t believe me? Don’t know what I am referring? Think that I am just displacing blame? Do your homework. Know your history. The Clinton's, and by extension, the DNC were conjoined at the hip with insurance companies. Then they started to diversify. You can well consider the high costs of drugs today to be directly related to their need for multiple mansions.
They started increasing all their premiums dramatically, and the presidential administration helped them along magnificently with all kinds of supportive (pro-insurance) rules and regulations.
This manifested in many forms. One of which was the banning of smoking from the workplace. Another was the increase in insurance premiums. Yet another was the plethora of optional programs that people could implement to “lower” premiums. Until the insurance agencies obtained political power, they were just a simple business providing a basic service. Now, today, companies are fearful of legal actions and increase in costs if they fail to do A, B or implement C.
Indeed, a typical work desk at that time would have a dial or push button phone, a little tiny calendar (given away by insurance agencies and the like), a large page-by-page day planner that you could write your appointments on, an ash tray (for your cigarettes or cigars), a desk lamp with an adjustable neck (to improve upon the piss-poor fluorescent ceiling lighting), and a large desk mat.
Men who were “white collar” and who worked in the office typically wore business jackets. We would arrive and take off our hat and coat and sit at our desk wearing our white shirt (long or short sleeve) and tie. This all started to change in the middle of the 1980’s and I pretty much welcomed the change to a more relaxed and informal working environment. Though, I did lament the loss of my coat rack.
However, with the relaxation of work dress standards came a tightening of work place behaviors.
During the Bill Clinton presidency, we watched the erosion of office worker respect. Culminating in cubicle work “farms” and impersonal bosses driven by Harvard MBA types. Watch the movie “Office Space” to see what I am referring to here. It is not a coincidence that the Dilbert cartoon became so popular during this time.
“Office Space” is a 1999 American comedy film written and directed by Mike Judge. It satirizes the everyday work life of a typical mid-to-late-1990s software company, focusing on a handful of individuals fed up with their jobs.
The film's sympathetic depiction of ordinary IT workers garnered a cult following within that field, but it also addresses themes familiar to white-collar employees and the workforce in general. It was not a big success at the box office, making $12.2 million against a $10 million production budget. It was well received by critics and sold well on home video, and it has become a cult film.
During the 1980’s most Americans spoke English. This changed during the 1990’s when it became to absorb large numbers of assimilated immigrants. At that time, you did not need picturial images of people walking. You could just spell the words “Walk”, and “Don’t Walk” and people would understand what you meant.
People flew flags on their porches during the fourth of July and did not worry about some social justice warrior or black lives matter radical burning their house down. Additionally, the “American Stars and Bars” (Confederate flag), “Don’t tread on me”, State flags, and MIA (Vietnam missing in action) flags could be flown as well.
In my ENTIRE life, I have NEVER seen a “rainbow”, Antifa, or BLM flag flown on someone’s porch.
I guess, I need to be in “Lala land” (Hollywood) or Wall Street and mingle with the face of the oligarchy (Hillary Clinton, Harvey Weinstein, and George Soros) to experience that reality.
The movies of that time were actually (in my mind) pretty awesome. “Sixteen Candles” was pretty typical for the time. I preferred comedies as they were “up beat” and positive with a nice happy ending.
You go to a movie, and watch it.
Then afterwards, you go out for a “stuffed pizza” and a pitcher of beer. At the time, I was terribly fond of olive, mushroom and pork thick crust pizza. Afterwards we would go and get a butterscotch milkshake on the way home. We were regulars at movie theaters. They were pretty cheap back then. Two people could go out and watch a movie and have a large pizza and a pitcher of beer for under $10. Movies that we saw in the theater included “Better off Dead”, “Hot Dog the movie”, “Lost Boys” and “One Crazy Summer”.
“As someone born in '91, I've been brushing up on my '80s movies, damn would that have been a good time to be alive.”- ThBurninator
Even McDonalds had tiny little disposable aluminum cigarette trays. Republicans used the color blue, and Democrats used the color red.
Reading the morning newspaper was a popular pastime and every weekend restaurants would share multiple copies of the Sunday editions of the paper to various patrons to read. Five dollars would fill your gas tank and it would last (almost) all week. Drive-ins were still very popular, and malls were everywhere. A price for two to watch a movie was under $5 on a Friday night. Yes. It was, a very… very different time indeed.
Democrats were Red
Democrats Used the Color Red
Globally, long-standing traditions dictate which colors represent specific political camps. Here, the assignment of red to the Republicans and blue to the Democrats is not a reflection of each group's ideology. Rather, this color designation is the supposed result of a collective decision made by major media networks.
The general public had no say in the matter. Neither the Republican nor the Democratic Party has ever officially chosen a color to represent its organization.
Up until former President Bill Clinton came into office, the colors were “more or less” defined as Blue for Republicans and Red for Democrats.
Today, the official (rewriting of history) explanation is that the advent of color technology, television networks created their own identifying colors, often alternating with each new election to avoid any appearance of favoritism.
It is an explanation that sounds plausible, but this is not really true.
Everyone recited the pledge of allegiance at the start of every class, at the start of every game, at the start of every school event, at the start of every cub scout meeting, and at the start of every Rotary Meeting. Bet you didn’t know that? The oligarchy narrative falls apart when history becomes involved.
I grew up during the “Cold War”. During this time, the political colors were set and established.
I do not care what colors were used in the turn or the century, or during the Spanish-American war. Or what colors were preferred during the revolutionary war. All that is academic babble.
My concern, especially in regards to this narrative, was what the colors were during the 1960’s through the 1990’s. This was the time that I grew up in.
The United States was smack dab n the middle of a "cold war" with two communist nations; Russia and China. Both of whom used RED for their socialist ideals.
Red = Soviet Union (Communist)
Red = Red Chinese (Communist)
Blue = Liberty and Freedom. As were the fifty stars (states) on the flag.
The simple truth was that for the most part during the 1960’s, 1970’s and into the 1980’s, Republicans were blue and democrats were red at the top and blue on the bottom.
(Oh yes, there were exceptions. However, the reader need not be fooled. The largest quantities of the most popular election buttons for Republicans were blue color. In fact, when I went to college, I could not find any that were a different color, and I looked!)
Vintage Bill Clinton and his Democrat party campaign tee-shirt. Red is the color of the “People’s revolution”. So it is very fitting that Democrat Bill Clinton would have a nice red tee-shirt for his political party.
Don’t believe me? Go to an antique store and look for Ronald Reagan election pins and Jimmy Carter pins. You simply cannot find red color Regan, Bush Sr, or Bush Jr election pins. At best you might find red and blue, but no only-red buttons. Neither can you find (too many) blue Jimmy Carter pins either. There are some, but they aren’t common. Far more likely is finding green color Jimmy Carter buttons. Why is this the case?
Why, you might ask.
Well, the answer is really quite simple. During the “cold war”, red was the color of communism. Both for communist Russia and for communist China. Conservatives then, as today, hate communism as it is the opposite of individual freedom. It is a collective society.
Reagan and Bush Republican tee-shirt from 1981. The Republican color was blue.
During the cold war, red was the color of communism. Red was the color of communist China. (Note the communist Chinese flag color.) Red was the color of the soviet union. (Note the color of the soviet union flag before the breakup.) Blue was the color of freedom and liberty.
However, a social collective society has been the bedrock of the Democrat party for most of the century so the Democrats never had a problem with the color red. That is why that during the cold war, most Democrats wore Red and most Republicans wore blue.
It is truly disingenuous for revisionist historians to use time periods around the time of the civil war to reflect the mindset of Americans during the cold war time period. Or the limited small quantities of specialty buttons that were produced for limited market segments to reflect the vast bulk of the overriding color scheme.
We are discussing the cold war, and it is this time period that I am discussing here. The reader must remember and must be reminded that the Democrats during this time period, for the most part, supported the efforts of Mao and his revisionist climate in China; totally ignorant of the mass killings.
Here is a nice campaign pin for Democrat Jimmy Carter and his VP candidate Walter Mondale. They were the “winning team” don’t you know.
They supported the “workers paradise” in Russia , though they officially deplored the military buildup. During the 1970’s red was the color of Democrats. Blue was the color of Republicans. Go to a antique shop or go online and purchase a Reagan/Bush campaign pin.
Read the articles in the 1972 Mechanics Illustrated magazines, and Men’s Adventure magazines of the 1960’s. Do not use the Internet to check your facts. The internet is all politically manipulated. The Internet is a blackboard that is continually being erased and rewritten. Go to a old book store and read the articles and look at the advertisements yourself. Check for yourself. Yes, there were exceptions. However, for the vast bulk of the time during the 1970’s this was the case.)
Truthfully, up until the year 2000, it was never formally established what the colors would be, though it was clearly favored that Republicans were blue and Democrats were red; forcing then (famous) political commentator Rush Limbaugh to remark; “Has anyone else noted that the networks switched colors?”
Thus, in 2000 for the first time, all the major news outlets agreed to use red for the Republican Party and blue for the Democratic Party. A switching of the political colors. I personally believe that this switch was mutually approved by both political parties, while it was initiated by the Democrat party for reasons unclear.
Reagan-Bush campaign buttons. A nice Republican blue color. Too bad that the oligarchy and their media has decided to rewrite history.
My personal opinion is that the Democrat party embraced the current populist trends at the time; they adopted the New World Order (NWO).
It is the overriding policy of what we call today “the globalist elite”. The color for this one-world-government was to be blue. As such the EU adopted blue as their unifying color. The color of the UN was light blue, and President Clinton (D) had all the Army insignia changed to match the baby blue color of the UN troops.
It is only speculation on my part, but I sincerely believe that the adoption of the color blue for the Democrat party had more to do with a future agenda of a global nature than any localized nationalist policy platform. The Democrats favor a global social world government. There is nothing good or bad about it. That is just the way it is.
Cigarette Vending Machine from the 1970’s and the 1980’s. Ah, back then you had the freedom to purchase cigarettes out of a vending machine. Ah, the good old days, when Americans were free.
“The 80s was a PC free culture for the most part. You can't have an open and honest discussion today because people will be more concerned about "how" their words will be misinterpreted vs. the content of what they are saying.”
- MAJ L. Nicholas Smith
“Saturday morning cartoons, Saturday afternoon cartoons, MTV with actual MUSIC, music with ACTUAL MUSIC, Bo Jackson, Wayne Gretzky, Hershel Walker, Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, Commando, Rambo, The A-Team, Air Wolf, Playing outside, free speech without the fear of being branded by some pussy who is offended by it, Yep pretty much to me, born in the mid 70's the 80's were the best decade ever.”
- SPC Andrew Griffin
“I miss the greatest president in my lifetime, Ronald Reagan, and the pride he instilled in America.”
- MSgt (Join to see)
Yes. I too miss the ability to practice “free speech” and the Bill of Rights. I guess ol’ Bush and Obama pretty much ended all of that. (Sigh.)
Before the Democrats, led by Bill Clinton banned smoking, you could smoke everywhere in the Untied States. Here is a (once) very common disposable smoking ash tray from McDonalds.
Yes, the Progressive Democrat Liberals have pretty much fucked the nation all up. (Don’t go PC on me. They did actually FUCK it all up.) It’s not just me saying this from the point of view of an American, but from the point of view from someone in MAJestic.
Service to Self Demons
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Jesus-H-Christ. If you the reader are offended, then put this fucking manuscript down and walk away. The Democrats fucking strip-mined American culture. They made debauchery and looting of Americans a national pastime. (Not just Democrats, of course. There are many socialist-inspired politicians who became RINO Republicans so that they could have a comfortable life through lying and cheating their constituents.)
How in the heck can someone become a billionaire without hurting another in some way?
It’s not just Democrats, but many Republicans as well. So I will repeat the question. How, in a reality balanced upon individual thoughts that manifest into actions, can a person become a billionaire without negatively affecting others? How is it possible? How?
Ponder that profound statement for a second.
If they weren’t so busy trying to manipulate others, alter the lifestyle and time progression of others, fixated on carnal desires of sex, sloth, and the greed of money how could they possible accumulate wealth? The accumulation of wealth is not a given. It is NOT an event that manifests for a handful of “lucky” people who happen to be at the “right place at the right time”.
Those are simplistic childish ideas and concepts. They are rooted in a belief that the physical is all that there is. It is one man (or woman) for themselves, and if they are aggressive enough, and have the right opportunities, and some skill in manipulation, they can take from others. They can take. They can take, and take, and take.
If there is one thing that the reader can get from <my words of wisdom> is that the universe does not work that way. Yes, you can alter your reality by thought. Yes, you can acquire wealth, and comfort and desirable relationships. Yet, everything comes at a cost. To acquire a large volume of “stuff” will have a corresponding large “cost” elsewhere. Other people will be affected.
This is not politics. Do not be so naive that a socialist model is heavenly derived. It isn’t. In fact, it is a manipulative trick used by the skillful to fleece the ignorant. There are no easy answers and pristine solutions. Every decision, thought and action comes at a cost. Some people do not care what the costs are for their desires and their actions. They only want the end results to manifest.
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Billionaire Democrat Oprah Winfrey introduces a young starlet to Billionaire Democrat Harvey Weinstein. We all what happened that night, don’t we?
Indeed. Oh…my…The 1980’s were a time of expression and freedom. Those of us who lived through that time do remember what free speech was.
Ah “free speech”. Don’t take it from me alone. Here’s some opinions from Reddit “What do you miss about the 1980s” we have these jewels…
“Kids being able to walk to the park without the cops being called. They also were immersed in social situations where things were scary, uncertain, and difficult allowing them to not have a nervous breakdown opening a bank account or saw a Halloween costume they didn't care for.”- savemejebus0
“No cellphone, no problem.
It was nice to be able to leave a note at home with 'went to run some errands'. Whoever came home and saw that would have to wait for you to return. If the phone at home rang and they answered, they would take a message or the answering machine would.
You could leave, go do what you wanted and not have to explain yourself in the moment as to what you're actuality doing.
If you wanted a private conversation, you went to a payphone, especially one with the long cord so you could sit in your car and roll the window up.
It was bliss! Now you have your digital GPS tracking leash with you at all times, either volunteering everything you do on social media, replying to every request for your location and if you don't reply, you're chastised for it.
I miss the days of being able to just get lost.
Now your berated for 'turning your leash off'. Where were you, who were you with, why didn't you answer, what are you trying to hide, I'm not important enough to reply to, you could have been dead, had a car accident, kidnapped, cheating and so on.
You have to have lived in that time to understand it. If you didn't, you don't realize how bliss it was to be able to get lost on purpose. Turning off your phone is like ignoring stomach cancer.”
- Ennion
MTV actually played music videos.
It wasn’t political, and staffed with urban ghetto blacks. The same was true with the NFL. They played football, and the networks didn’t run (what can best be described as) a negro version of a KKK rally during every single friggin’ game.
We had endured the horrific 1970’s where President Nixon (R) acted as a King. We were very jaded by the resultant investigation of the wiretapping of phones. Oh, how silly that looks today with 24-7 mass surveillance now, and the behavior of Eric Holder (DOJ) and Hillary Clinton. We saw what happens when a good-honest man; President Carter (D) (who was ineffectual as a president) becomes president.
Ronald Reagan
We, like the rest of the nation, were ready for a real change, and we got it. We lived during the presidency of Ronald Reagan (R). There will be many who have their own ideas about this time. But I will tell it through the eyes that lived through that time. Say what you will about “Ronald Ray-Gun” and the 1980’s, but the truth was that for me, it was a time of hope, and of adventure.
Ronald Ray-Gun
An enduring nick-name for the president during that time period. And important, as we really understand now. For not very well known is exactly how frighteningly close the world came to global thermonuclear war. Historical revisionists seem to conveniently forgotten the dangers of that time.
Thanks to a February 1990 report (National Security Archive Electronic Briefing Book No. 533 previously classified "TOP SECRET UMBRA GAMMA WNINTEL NOFORN NOCONTRACT ORCON") published by the National Security Archive at George Washington University after a 12-year Freedom of Information Act battle. The US and Soviets were dangerously close to going to war in November 1983, the bombshell report found, and the Cold War-era US national-security apparatus missed many warning signs.
That 1983 "war scare" was spurred by a large-scale US military exercise in Eastern Europe called “Able Archer”. It was because of this military operation that the Soviets apparently actually believed that it was part of allied preparation for a real war. (In part due to the very nature of Ronald Reagan’s public comments to that effect.)
The Soviet military mobilized in response.
US-Soviet relations had definitely plunged in the early 1980s, but since then experts have debated how close the US and Soviets had come to the abyss during Able Archer.
Read it here and be horrified; http://nsarchive.gwu.edu/nukevault/ebb533-The-Able-Archer-War-Scare-Declassified-PFIAB-Report-Released/#_ftn3 .
Of course, we know how how all this was avoided, and how the USA and Russia became friends again. However, the reader must realize the real and stark truth; we are now living in an alternate time line spawned from that event.
A time line, that switched in part, through significant extraterrestrial intervention by the <redacted>. (More detailed information about alternative world lines are addressed later on in the blog.)
Yes. Ronald Reagan may have had this nickname, but the truth is that he turned his back on the neoconservatives.
He fired them, and had some of them prosecuted, and when his administration was free of their evil influence (for the most part, though other neocons such as Orin Hatch continued to promote efforts to create global nuclear conflagration), and President Reagan negotiated the end of the Cold War with Soviet President Gorbachev.
The history is clear; the military/security complex, the CIA, and the neocons were very much against ending the Cold War as their budgets, power, and ideology were threatened by the prospect of peace between the two nuclear superpowers.
Everyone was optimistic. But you will not see that in any revisionist history books.
Ah, the rewriting of the past. Here’s El Rushbo on the rewriting of that decade by President Obama and his minions.
“President Obama micromanages the economy into the ground and tells the American people that our better days are behind us. He says the great days of America’s past were not really legitimate. They were built on phony policies, trickle-down economics from the Reagans. We stole resources from other nations around the world. Our superpower status was not deserved. We now must manage the decline. And I, Barack Hussein Obama, am the smartest guy in the world to manage the decline of the United States and its economy.His replacement liberates the economy, unleashes the United States economy to the point in under a year it is growing at twice the rate it ever grew under Barack Obama.
And yet we’re told Obama’s brilliant, he’s so smart, we can’t even stay in the same room with him. He’s so brilliant, we can’t keep up with the guy. He’s so brilliant, all we can do is bow at his feet and try not to be blinded by the light reflecting off him. Donald Trump is silly. He’s insane. He’s obsessed. His unfit. We need psychiatrists examining him. We need the 25th Amendment.”
The Iranians released the American embassy hostages, a large American “freedom” space station was going to be built. Americans were returning to the Moon and then Mars! (Plans later killed by President Obama (D). President Obama said that going to the Moon wasn’t worth it. We were there already. So we will go to Mars instead, he said. Then he killed Mars exploration because it was too expensive, he said. Then he goes around and gives $7 billion dollars to South Africa and $150 billion dollars to Iran. WTF? What world-line am I on? Jesus… maybe it’s time to get off.)
Release of Hostages
Fifty-two American diplomats and citizens were held hostage for 444 days (November 4, 1979, to January 20, 1981), after a group of Iranian students, belonging to the Muslim Student Followers of the Imam's Line, who were supporting the Iranian Revolution, took over the U.S. Embassy in Tehran.
Space station Freedom
Space Station Freedom was a NASA project to construct a permanently manned Earth-orbiting space station in the 1980s. Although approved by then-president Ronald Reagan and announced in the 1984 State of the Union Address, Freedom was never constructed or completed as originally designed thanks to the efforts of Bill Clinton, and after several cutbacks, the project evolved into the International Space Station program.
1980’s Culture
Russia was tearing down the wall in Germany. Companies began hiring again, and everyone was hiring everywhere. MDMA was discovered, and the youth of the country learned to emote to each other. LSD was still being used, and everyone was questioning the roles that society fostered upon them.
Madonna had released her first of many albums, and she wasn’t such an aggressive asshole. Pastels were popular and everyone was dancing to Wang Chung.
Michael Jackson was only a singer, and yet had to “Beat It”.
Tear Down this Wall.
" Tear down this wall! " was the challenge issued by United States President Ronald Reagan to Soviet Union leader Mikhail Gorbachev to destroy the Berlin Wall, in a speech at the Brandenburg Gate near the Berlin Wall on June 12, 1987, commemorating the 750th anniversary of Berlin.
MDMA
MDMA (3, 4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine) is an empathogenic drug of the phenethylamine and amphetamine classes of drugs. MDMA has become widely known as "ecstasy" (shortened to "E", "X", or "XTC"), usually referring to its street form, although this term may also include the presence of possible adulterants.
LSD
Lysergic acid diethylamide, abbreviated LSD or LSD-25, also known as lysergide (INN) and colloquially as acid, is a semisynthetic psychedelic drug of the ergoline family, well known for its psychological effects which can include altered thinking processes, closed- and open-eye visuals, synesthesia, an altered sense of time and spiritual experiences, as well as for its key role in 1960s counterculture. It is used mainly as an entheogen, recreational drug, and as an agent in psychedelic therapy. LSD is non-addictive, is not known to cause brain damage, and has extremely low toxicity relative to dose. (Though the DOJ would beg to differ on this.)
Madonna
Madonna is an American singer-songwriter, actress, and businesswoman. She has been one of the most prominent cultural icons for over three decades. As such, she has achieved an unprecedented level of power and control for a woman in the entertainment industry. She attained immense popularity by pushing the boundaries of lyrical content in mainstream popular music and imagery in her music videos, which became a fixture on MTV. Madonna is known for continuously reinventing both her music and image, and for retaining a standard of autonomy within the recording industry.
Pastel interior design
Pastel colored interior design, inspired by a retro art-deco movement that was popular at that time.
Wang Chung
Wang Chung are an English new wave musical group formed in 1980. The name Wang Chung means "yellow bell" in Mandarin Chinese, and is the first note in the Chinese classical music scale. The group found their greatest success in the United States, with five Top 40 hits in the US, all charting between 1983 and 1987, including "Dance Hall Days" (No. 16 in the summer of 1984), "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" (No. 2 in 1986) and "Let's Go!" (No. 9 in 1987). In fact, the reader should note that many stereo stores, and clothing stores at this time, played his music endlessly during this time period.
Beat It
"Beat It" is a song written and performed by American singer Michael Jackson from his sixth solo album, Thriller (1982). The song was produced by Quincy Jones together with Jackson. Following the successful chart performances of the Thriller singles "The Girl Is Mine" and "Billie Jean", "Beat It" was released on February 14, 1983 as the album's third single. The song is also notable for its famous video, which featured Jackson bringing two gangs together through the power of music and dance.
It was a magical time, a heady time of life and adventure. As a result, we experienced both the good and bad that life had to offer us.
David Lee Roth (born October 10, 1954) is an American rock vocalist, musician, songwriter, actor, author, and former radio personality. In 2007, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Roth is best known as the original (1974–1985) and current (2006–present) lead singer of hard rock band Van Halen. He is also known as a successful solo artist, releasing numerous RIAA-certified Gold and Platinum albums.
Bad People
We were often taken advantage of (Many people saw us as weak and tried to capitalize on that weakness.) , and had many (close) encounters that were often quite ugly (This includes everything from robbery, manipulation, misuse, abuse and even violence.). But that is life. You just can’t hide away and expect happiness to come to you. You have to go out to it and get it.
For us, the 1980’s were an experience of life, lived as it were, through the eyes of young impressionable love. We saw both the good and the bad of life. Not everyone who looks poor is poor. Not everyone who looks rich is wealthy. Not everyone who acts religious is spiritual, and you will find friends in the most unlikely places and enemies luring behind the kindest smiles.
Both the good and the bad confronts the traveler. But most Americans that we met were good, and kind hearted. But we did, actually, come across a number of exceptionally bad people. That is always unavoidable.
“Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. It’s so simple. You’ve gotta catch it through details, like the early morning sunlight hitting the gray tin of the rain spout in front of her house, the ringing of a telephone that sounds like Beethoven’s Pastorale, a letter scribbled on her office stationary that you carry around in your pocket because it smells like all the lilacs in Ohio.”— Don Birnham (The Lost Weekend — Billy Wilder, 1945)
We needed to find work, and in the process, our van took us on many adventures. We slept under the stars and hid in wide expansive parking lots. We worked at whatever jobs we could find. Sometimes it was manual labor, while at other times, we cooked in the kitchen.
We did whatever it took.
We would travel as far as the van could go. Then broke down, out of gas and money, we would find work. Then live off the money. Then, after a month or two, we would go again. We were always on the move. We were always living life. Always grasping what came before us with an open heart. Though, often times the hearts of others lay closed to us…
I remember once…
...we hadn't eaten in 4 days. We had collected some change out of a pay phone, and bought a can of spam with it, and a loaf of day old bread. We were parked in a roadside rest area. And so we went to one of the BBQ grills sitting there next to a picnic table and made a fire and were cooking our spam on it.When in the middle of it, a policeman came up to us. Apparently, a lady, driving a Buick, has seen us and called the police. The officer, then under her instruction, berated us for using the grills in the park. He told us that the grills were not to be used by us. But rather by people with families and children, and that they used charcoal, not sticks to make the fire... (You know) The whole time that he berated us, that old biddy watched on with a big smug smile on her face...The policeman put out the fire and threw away our food. Then threatened us with jail unless we left...
Yes, I remember those days.
Fat, smug, bitch with a capital BITCH. She, were she still alive, would be a female social justice warrior trying to “protect” others by enforcing her ideas of perfection.
Never mind that she is overweight to the point of obesity.
Never mind that she is living off the money of others, as she herself is unemployed.
Never mind that her only accomplishment was written in her High School year book.
She tries to justify her existence though the control of others. Especially those who, for one reason or the other, are unable to fight back.
Roadside grill with unknown child playing nearby. This was the exact kind of grill that we (starving young kids) were using to cook our spam on. A policeman came over and told us that we can’t use wood in the grill because it was not designed for wood use. (That’s actually a lie.)
A life lived in fear is a life not lived
Everyone lives in fear. Everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE, has warned us along the way to watch out for crazy people and to be weary of strangers, but I’ve found that to be largely unnecessary.
They were just warning us out of their own fears of the unknown.
Most of the people who threatened us were well-established, locals who saw us as a threat to their calm and stable way of life. While we did meet some very dangerous people on the road, we were (typically) able to avoid them because, I think, we were just far too innocent and their hearts weren’t so cold as to corrupt the good that shined through our hearts.
Of course, we did meet some crazy and even evil people. That is what happens when you step outside the walls of your safe enclave. However, we were too kind, and too nice for anyone to really do anything bad to us. But there were some close calls. Truthfully, we found an equal proportion of bad people scattered about the population.
Some were obvious, and behaved stereotypically bad. While others looked like the pinnacle of respectability; and held important positions in the church, society and government. Yet, they were evil incarnate.
Yes, and we did meet some very bad people on the road. There were times when we could have been hurt dangerously, but we did not permit that to happen. When a person ventures out, it is natural to experience both the good and the bad in people.
Yes, we had SOME bad experiences. You experience life when you travel; both the good and the bad. But, most of our experiences were positive.
The vast, VAST, majorities of people in this country are good and were willing to help out however they could. Whether it’s by buying a meal or by letting you sleep in their house or at their business, people are more than willing to accommodate you in any way they can when they see you struggling. I figured this would be the case, but the extent is surprising to me, nonetheless. Americans are good people. Most have kind hearts. They are kind and understanding for the most part.
The only times that I’ve seen someone who wanted to help me out but couldn’t are when an individual has to abide by a chain of command. This includes almost all government services, and hierarchical organizations.
Sometimes it was a social service agency, that wouldn’t accept people without children, at other times it was a Church that wouldn’t help us (though, the woman behind the desk gave us $40 out of her own wallet). It was a lady at a gas station who wanted to let us sleep out behind their business but the company wouldn’t allow it. Or, a stranger who put an envelope on our front window contained $40 with the words ‘God bless you’. These people were the angels that held our hands along the way. These people did so in secret and told no one what they did. These are the “real” Christians who tried to make a good and positive difference in our lives, even though they knew nothing at all about us.
In short, people who are free to help, will. While those who are forbidden from helping still wish they could but are unable to.
There are “Christians” and then there are Christians.
Some are good and some not so. We found that Baptists and Methodists were very helpful. So were Catholics. Lutherans and 7th Day Adventists; not so much.
In general; charismatic Christian organizations were the most welcoming. With Assemblies of God being, by and large, the most accepting.
(Now, in the year 2016, the political landscape has changed substantially. President Obama openly states that Islam has been the very fabric of American culture.
What complete nonsense!
We traveled the entire country and never, ever saw a mosque or met someone of the Islamic faith.
Those that one sees today are fresh arrivals, usually less than ten years as a citizen. At that time, the vast bulk of religions in the USA were of Christian denomination. Do not let the media rewrite history. I say again; Do not let the media rewrite history.)
Ability
While we traveled about, we led a dangerous life in a rather “care free” manner. As such, we would find ourselves presented with “luck”.
Lucky 1
Luck presented itself to us. Many times during our adventures were were “lucky” to find money. Whether it was a $100 bill that would blow in front of our path, or a $20 bill that we would find under a rock. We were lucky.
Lucky 2
We became “lucky” to get free help. Once, our tire blew out in front of a house on a residential street. The woman came out of her house and gave us five (nearly new) tires that she had sitting in her garage. So much luck!
Lucky 3
For instance, I once was playing a game of backgammon. During the game, people noticed that no matter when I rolled the dice, they would always come up “snake eyes” (two ones). Therefore, they asked me to try to see how many times I could roll “snake eyes”. I said “what the heck”, and tried. Honest to God, I rolled 76 “snake eyes” in a row. This is a statistical improbability.
However, the reader should be made aware, that (even though I could not control my “off-world” training) I could alter my world-lines to provide me benefit. Somehow, in a way that I cannot vocalize, I was able to perform this “impossible” feat.
I simply moved my apparent world-line into the realm of one that provided auspicious favor to my cause. Perhaps it was the implants from the Navy… (More about this later…)
Or, maybe it was just luck.
Perhaps it was just my Faith…
This little event that I have just related is absolutely true. The reader needs to accept it as truth and study just HOW it was possible.
Was it because there was an “angel” looking over me? Maybe helping me along and providing little “guideposts” to tell me not to worry?
Was it simply because we had “faith”, and the faith altered our thoughts that manifested into the physical? How about that?
Or was it, as I will explain later on, the fact that the implants provided me with world-line dimensional switching ability. Since I was not yet “calibrated” (that would not happen <redacted> at China Lake), there wasn’t any control over how the world-lines would change. They were like a sea that I was floating upon, and depending on my thought process at the moment, I slid into alternative realities very easily and simply.
Ponder these points. Some “pieces of the puzzle” will start to fall into place later on in the narrative.
Faith
“Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.”-Martin Luther King, Jr.
We acted on faith. We did everything on faith; that someday, somehow, everything would work out. Faith; that we would get food, showers, work, friends, and a hot meal. Faith; that there was a purpose to our wandering, and that our mutual love had direction. We did this even though, to others, we appeared aimless and without direction. And in doing, on this faith we often received random blessings.
Faith and belief are aspects of thought. Thought manifests reality.
Lucky 4
While hiking in the deserts of Arizona, we found a $5 bill under a stone. The money came to us exactly when we needed it. Often we would get just what we needed, and it was always unexpected.
Lucky 5
Once, while we were driving in the middle of the hot Texas sun, we discovered that we were getting low on gasoline. It was a serious situation. As we drove on, we just could not see any gas stations at all. The fact was that we were out of gas and only had $1.25 on us. We were just about to run out of gas and be stranded in the middle of nowhere, when we finally saw a gas station. So, in the middle of the desert, we pulled up to the only gas station for miles.
I got out, and with the precious handful of change in my hand, I walked over to the gas pump. I gingerly unhooked the hose and started to put the precious fuel into the tank. I knew that I only had what amounted to as spare change. All of what we had was going to go towards this gas. For us, literally every penny counted.
As I put the nozzle into the tank, and depressed the lever on the nozzle, there was a slight click. Suddenly and to my astonishment, the gas hose exploded! Gasoline squirted about everywhere. It poured out like a river. This was no small water hose; this was a full fire-hose explosion of gas. It sprayed everywhere. It was like a long thrashing snake that spewed out a torrent of fuel. The van and I were both flooded with gasoline. Gasoline flew out of the hose like a vomiting snake. It was out of control and lashed and flayed about wildly.
The gas station attendant was horrified! He quickly ran to the master switch and turned off the pump. But the damage was done. I was completely soaked with highly flammable gasoline. He ran up to me and quickly moved me to the side of the station. He turned on the water hose there and quickly hosed off with water.
What did he do? What could he do? He and the station manager were terribly apologetic and upset. They didn’t know what to do. Any other person might sue them. Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave me a free full tank of gas. He gave it to me and helped me clean up. I took a shower behind the station and we continued on our way.
One horrible event resulted in blessings beyond expectation. We needed a full tank of gasoline, but only had enough money for a small cupful. On faith, we were given just what we needed, exactly when we needed it. Sometimes what looks like a disaster is really a blessing in disguise.
Lucky 6
Yes. We had our trials. We once had a grey field mouse that move inside and lived with us. It would perform amazing acrobatics to get at the food that we tried to put out of harm’s way. We tried everything we could think of to get rid of it. All to no avail. We even dismantled all the woodwork on the inside (at a state forest somewhere in Georgia), and all that happened was that it just hunkered down inside of some of our clothes.
Ha! One day, while we were doing our laundry, a stray alley cat visited our van. It climbed in, rooted around, and left carrying that pesky mouse in it’s jaws. Now, why didn’t we think of a cat earlier?
At other times, our trials related to the weather. It was either too hot, too cold, too wet, or too humid. The reader should recognize that once the wood paneling and insulation was ripped out of the van, we were essentially living in a metal box.
Cold became frigid cold. Hot became torturous hot. Rain was impossible, as leaks started to form in the roof edging. We had to erect a tent on the inside of the van to keep the rainwater off of our food supplies and our bed. Nearing the end of our “tour”, we had become masters of the “jury rig”.
You know what?
We learned a lot about life. And, instead of comparing yourself to others, you need to stop. Just stop thinking about other people and what they think about you. You need to think about you, and the individual path that YOU are on. You, and everyone else in the world, needs to stop judging themselves by the standards set by media, government, religion, social groups, and instead think of only judging ourselves.
There will always be those who are richer or more prosperous. There is no use judging others.
Stop judging others.
Everyone has their own lives. What we see is the shadows of their existence as it pertains to our reality. So we need not get too worked up about how they live their lives.
When I carry on and rant about some SWJ or some corrupt individual in power, it is not because I am judging them in a comparative manner. I am relating my emotions related to that individual.
Most people make judgments comparatively. That is to say; “If it were me, I would not do what they did…”
That is different than getting angry with a person because he stole all of your grandmother’s life savings. The reader should understand that there are different ways of making judgments. These ways differ in thought intention. Unless you can control your thoughts, you will never be able to control your life.
How other people live their lives are not our business.
Though it is if it directly affects us. Indeed, there are many kinds of people on this planet, and many ways to live your life. Other people live other lives. Some have harsher lives, and some have easier lives. Some have terrible lives, but they look like their lives are easy and nice. Others have what appear to be absolutely horrid lives, and yet they are fine and happy. You cannot make a comparison at all.
A person, and their true situation, is NEVER obvious to the public.
Executioner talks about his work. Stop comparing ourselves to others. We are not in a race to see who accumulates more stuff.
Everyone on this planet is living a complex life that has invisible chains and entanglements far in excess than what we alone can bear.
It might look like they are doing well. It might appear that they have a nice job, and a new car, and a beautiful wife. It might appear that they are very successful. But the amount of money that a person has is not a measure of success. The appearance that a person has, or the clothes they wear are also not a sign of success. They are only characteristics that provide the illusion of success.
Life can end quickly. Pay attention to how you run your life.
Don’t judge them because they look rich. Don’t judge them because they seem poor. Don’t judge them because they seem promiscuous, or engage in vices. It’s no one’s business but theirs.
We must start to live our own lives. Not vicariously through the lives of others.
You’ve got to accept yourself; who you are and what you are.
It does not matter what has happened in your past. You are not what you have done or experienced. You are not what is valued by the employer who hired you. Your value is not your job. Your value is determined by only one person, and that is yourself. You have to accept it, with all the good and bad that exist inside you.
You’ve got wake up at five in the morning, brew some deep black coffee, and listen to the birds singing their sweet song in the glowing darkness of the new dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the cute girl at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation with her.
You’ve got to go to that local attraction that you’ve been meaning to visit but never got the chance to see. You’ve got to start doing things, and stop thinking about them. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower until it is lobster red. Then cool down with a quick cool blast. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to play with the local dogs and cats in the neighborhood and give them a treat or two.
You’ve got to live life.
Go to that Attraction
I lived in Boston for almost a decade and never visited Salem. It’s a great historical place, but I just felt that I could go out and visit it some other time later on. Instead, I just raked my leaves. I just would get two cords of wood for the fireplace delivered by pickup truck. I would go about my daily routine and eat at the local diner. I did not go out and see what was available right in front of me.
I wasted an opportunity.
Make it a point to better the world around you. Smile more. Complement people more. Praise people, and complement a stranger that you like their hair or dress. Be helpful. Be nice. Be kind. You have this physical life to live; live it well.
Live your life well.
“…She calls me Raymond, and that’s all right with me.”-Brett Eldredge, “She calls me Raymond”.
You, yes you, have got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black-black sky. You are not some “lone wolf” who is without a pack to travel with. We are all interconnected. We all need each other.
You’ve got to compliment someone. You’ve got to help the old lady with her laundry at the laundry-mat. You have to talk to people at art fairs and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid-July.
Am I making my point?
You have got to complement someone. Tell the girl that she looks good in that dress, whether she does or not. You have to tell that person who has a smile that their smile just made your day. You’ve got to help others; praise others; and do something with your life.
You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years.
You’ve got to sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. You have to stop trying to control things…
You have got to be you. Be the best you that you can be, and forget what everyone else thinks.
You’ve got to love yourself. You have to live your destiny. You have to do what you need to do, and not what other people thing you ought to do. You must follow your heart and live life like it was the most precious thing in the world. You must enjoy life, embrace life, grab life with both hands and gulp the golden nectar down your throat in sloppy splashes of foam. Then wipe your face off with both hands and smile a big toothy smile.
Anything less is a disservice.
“They stood at the top to a little rise."Feel," said Driscoll, his hands and arms out loosely, "Remember how you used to run when you were it kid, and how the wind felt, Like feathers on your arms, You ran and thought any minute you'd fly, but you never quite did."The men stood remembering, there was a smell of pollen and new rain drying upon a million grass blades.Driscoll gave a little run. "Feel it, by God, the wind. You know, we never have really flown by ourselves. We have to sit inside tons of metal, away from flying, really. We've never flown like birds fly, to themselves, Wouldn't it be nice to, put your arms out like this —" He extended his arms, "And run." He ran ahead of them, laughing out his idiocy. "And fly!" he cried.He flew.”
-Here there be Tygers
Full reprint of this fine Ray Bradbury story.
This was a great time for me and for my wife. It was a great and important time. We (I was married at the time) did it without money, often living way below the poverty line. Many times, we lived without any money.
We would walk together in the malls of the country. (The malls were commonplace at that time. It seemed that every town possessed a mall.) Inside the malls were an ever-changing smorgasbord of people. Different people, different faces, but they were all the same.
Everywhere we went, we were surrounded by all the things that we couldn’t afford, and really didn’t need. We would walk the halls of lavish extravagance; the things that glittered and beckoned to us. But, what we could not afford.
All we had was each other. We had love. We had food, and we slept in the van. Our needs and costs were low. This was our “Great Adventure”.
This period of time was an important one. For me to accept the “training” that would occur later in NAS China Lake, I had to change my viewpoints on many things. This meant that I had to learn new things and be exposed to different ways of thinking and different cultures. I had to change in ways that were not obvious.
This was intentional and it was absolutely mandated by our extraterrestrial handlers.
The basic choices in life
“Sometimes the only pay off for having any faith,Is when it's tested again and again every day,”-“Immortals” by the music group “Fall Out Boy”.
We discovered that life was a choice between two fundamental things. You could either have true freedom, or you could have security. It was always this. It was always these two divergent choices. You could work all the time and get money to buy what you don’t really need, but have a reasonable level of comfort. Or you could have freedom to do what you want, but not really able to do anything that costs money.
Let’s face it; there is a price on everything in the USA.
Out of necessity, we traveled at will. We walked and explored many places that the average worker saved up months to be able to visit. We went everywhere in the USA (on the meandering path that continuously pointed us to California). We saw ocean beaches, mountaintops, national forests, urban cities, and long forgotten historical monuments. We ate at local diners, and swam at (long forgotten) local water holes. We explored. We read a lot. We learned how to play musical instruments. We learned how to paint, and just used the time to meditate and pray. It was a heady time for sure.
Local Diners
I have always enjoyed eating a diner. I loved the “Airstream” shape and the shiny aluminum panels. It wasn’t until I moved to Massachusetts that I really began to appreciate them. In fact, I would suppose that most of the few remaining diners could be found in the Northeast (United States) in the “New England” states.
Now the food is basic Americana, of which you would see omelets, meatloaf, and hamburgers. What is so great is the “feeling” when you eat there. We are so accustomed in eating “fast food” that we have forgotten the “dining experience”.
Instead of a (Starbucks-style) paper coffee cup, you get a good solid (bang on the tabletop) coffee mug. Instead of flimsy (McDonald-style) flatware, you get solid metal silverware of substance and utility. Regarding this point, please read this interesting article found here; https://flavourjournal.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s13411-015-0036-y , which states…
“We report a study conducted in a realistic dining environment, in which two groups of diners were served the same three-course meal. The presentation of the starter (centred vs. offset plating), the type of cutlery used for the main course, and the shape and colour of the plate on which that dessert was served were varied.The results revealed that the weight and type of the cutlery exerted a significant impact on how artistically plated the main course was rated as being, how much the diners liked the food, and how much they would have been willing to pay for it. The change in the shape and colour of the plate also affected the diners’ liking for the dessert.”
-Cutlery matters: heavy cutlery enhances diners’ enjoyment of the food served in a realistic dining environment
Local Water Holes
Here are some resources to get the reader started on this adventure; http://www.newyorkupstate.com/outdoors/2015/05/best_swimming_holes_in_upstate_new_york_ny_hidden.html and http://www.kcra.com/article/8-norcal-swimming-holes-you-need-to-check-out-this-summer/6347668 and http://www.onlyinyourstate.com/massachusetts/swimming-holes-ma/ and http://www.newenglandwaterfalls.com/swimmingholes.php . Enjoy!
“If we look at our world we are intellectually, technologically vastly overdeveloped with very primitive emotions, and that’s why the world is at risk.”-Rick Doblin (Neurons to Nirvana)
Was it a waste of our time? (My father certainly thought so.) Should I have better put the time to develop a career? (Like my university classmates? They were all working for big companies like IBM. And, at the time of this writing, are still there! Never laid off. Image that!) Should we have spent the time to save for a house, and then get a lawnmower, and joined a local church? (In other words, get “roots” and “raise a family”.) Was traveling alone together, and experiencing life as we did worthwhile?
YES. Yes, it was worthwhile. Absolutely!
Later on in my writings, I discuss in detail the feelings I have about my entire involvement in this program. I do have many feelings and emotions. They are complex ones. However, the memories that I treasure the most were those where I was poor, with nothing except my wife by my side.
I cannot show a nice mansion or great sports car to the reader. I cannot justify my lack of wealth and material comforts, but I can tell the reader that my life was enriched during this period. I can say that it was enriched in ways that I cannot vocalize upon. I can say that I was made a better, more caring and more understanding person because of those experiences.
However, this being stated, aside from the physical manifestation that I experienced, the reader must understand that I HAD to experience “American Life” in a typical fashion for that period of time. That was the ONLY way that I could be an effective “Dimensional Anchor”. I know that the reader (at this stage in the post and blog manuscript) has no idea what I am referring to, however what I experienced, and how I reacted to it, was an important part of my role in MAJestic.
“One of the bittersweet things about growing old is realizing how mistaken you were when you were young. As a young political leftist, I saw the left as the voice of the common man. Nothing could be further from the truth.”-29JAN18 5:21PM Thomas Sowell
Social Media
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”-“Time Enough For Love”, by Robert A Heinlein
When I grew up there wasn’t any kind of social media. None. There was no Facebook, QQ, Snapchat, or anything like that. There were no “mobile applications” because there were no mobile phones. Our entertainment was limited to friends, movies, outdoor activities, and television. No one had a cell phone, a PDA, or laptop. Software games were simplistic pixilated arcade machines that resided in movie theater lobbies or game rooms. For fun, if we were alone; we watched television. If we were with friends, we would participate in some kind of outdoor activity.
However, all of this has since changed.
Since the late 1990’s social media has hit America with a great ferocity. This is fine, and has it’s benefits, but one of the draw backs is that a person who has always lived in a world where social media dominates the culture cannot understand what it was like before social media existed. For them, it is very difficult to understand why people acted and behaved as we all did in the 1980’s and 1990’s.
When I was in my 20’s we did something that was known as “hanging out”. Rather than stay inside the house and watch television, or go to a bar, we would just go “hang out”. This may or may not have included drinking. It may or may not included drug use. It may or may not included doing a sport or outside activity. It basically involved being with friends together.
Examples of this (seemingly or not) boring activity can be seen in the movie “Dazed and Confused”, or in the music video “First Kiss” by Kid Rock. Much of that time was involved in cruising the streets in a car of pickup. Often we were in some sort of inebriated state.
Truthfully, the best movie ever made regarding what it was like in my high school, during my Senior year was the movie “Dazed and Confused”. While it took place in the upper great lakes region, I can affirm that it adequately and truthfully represented what my final year in high school was like in Western Pennsylvania. We kids…well, we all “hung out”.
Sadly, I really don’t see that happening any more.
Instead, I see people glued to their smart phone, and playing games… even when they walk! I can go to a restaurant, and the entire table is playing on their phones and no one is talking. What the hell is going on?
My generation worked and spent the money on our cars. I had a orange GTO and crused the streets in it with my stoner friends. LOL.
Heck, back in those days (before I got married) and well before I entered the US Navy, life was all about hanging out, being with friends, and “chillin’”. Some of the iconic scenes in the movie were so atypical that a failure to reproduce them here would be a great disservice to the reader.
Ah…
But I digress. Social structure back in my generation was quite different than what it is today. We had friends and spent time with them. Instead of going out to Starbucks any paying $10 for a caramel latte, and then sit down and use the WiFi to check our Facebook account, we would do something quite different. Indeed, we would spend the $10 on a keg of beer, or maybe two, and a shit load of “munchies” (food) and enough gas to drive to California and back. (Yeah. Prices were much cheaper then.)
Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris hanging out. Ah, the good old days.
Social reengineering did not occur with the ferocity that you see today. No one talked about “Niggers” or “White Privilege”. We just didn’t. At least not in my circles, we didn’t.
Instead we talked about television shows, movies, and what we liked or didn’t like about them. We would discuss Charles Bronson (He grew up in Butler, Pennsylvania which was only a half an hour drive from my High School house. ) getting “justice”. We would talk about Clint Eastwood and his many male-themed movies.
We also didn’t have so much taken out of our paychecks as you kids do today. We had money to spend, and time to enjoy life. We did not need to live in our parent’s basement, and live off them. We worked, even at minimum wage, and could afford our own place and our own car. My generation worked. We earned our place in society. We paid for our house by saving up for it. We paid for our car by saving up for it. When we were not working, we relaxed.
So what did we do? Why, we “hung out” and “chilled”.
Vincent Price and Alice Cooper Hanging out.
I ask the reader; how about testing your knowledge regarding the time period that I am referring to. Do you know how to develop the film that you took with a 35mm camera? Have you ever been to a “roller rink”, a “drive-in”, a stainless-steel “diner”, or visited an automat, watched the “evening night news” (this was before the 24-7 all-news networks)? Do you remember a twenty-five cent cup of coffee? Or, don’t you care, as nothing is better than smashing your piggy bank to buy a cup of Starbucks commercialized beverage?
Roller Rink
Having a roller-skating birthday party became something of a rite of passage for American children in the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. Roller rinks in the United States underwent significant changes in the 1970s. New plastics led to improved skate wheels—ones providing a smoother, quieter ride—and easier-to-maintain skate floors.
The Disco craze from popular 1970s culture led to another increase in the popularity of roller rinks—or roller discos, as some became.
Gone were the staid lighting and old-fashioned organ music as a generally older clientele were replaced by adolescents and twenty-something’s skating under mirror balls and special lights to disco beats.
The end of the Disco Era and the advent of inline roller skates hit the roller rink industry hard, with many rinks closing.
Drive In Theater
A drive-in theater is a form of cinema structure consisting of a large outdoor movie screen, a projection booth, a concession stand and a large parking area for automobiles.
Within this enclosed area, customers can view movies from the privacy and comfort of their cars. All teenagers from my generation went to drive-ins on Friday and Saturday nights.
Contrary to popular contemporaneous conventions, we never stayed home and watched television marathons, or surfed the Internet.
A Diner
A diner is a prefabricated fast food restaurant building characteristic of American life, especially in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, New York, and in other areas of the Northeastern United States, as well as in the Midwest, although examples can be found throughout the United States, Canada, and parts of Western Europe.
Diners are characterized by offering a wide range of foods, mostly American, a distinct exterior structure, a casual atmosphere, a counter, and late operating hours.
"Classic American Diners" are often characterized by an exterior layer of stainless steel—a feature unique to diner architecture. Diners share culture with drive ins, and car culture with hot rods and muscle cars.
Diners frequently stay open 24 hours a day, especially in cities, and were once America's most widespread 24-hour public establishments, making them an essential part of urban culture, alongside bars and nightclubs; these two segments of nighttime urban culture often find themselves intertwined, as many diners get a good deal of late-night business from persons departing drinking establishments.
Many diners were also historically placed near factories which operated 24 hours a day, with night shift workers providing a key part of the customer base.
Two Sterling Streamliners remain in operation: the Salem Diner at its original location in Salem, Massachusetts and the Modern Diner in Pawtucket, Rhode Island. I urge the reader to visit a diner. They are still one of my “little” pleasures.
Coffee
Up until 1976, coffee was one of the cheapest food items that Americans could buy. But sometime in the mid seventies, the producers discovered that they could raise the prices of coffee, and that Americans would pay. At that time I worked as a stock clerk in a supermarket, and well remember the price increasing.
First it increased 25%, then another 25%, then doubled. Then doubled again. Americans continued to pay the outrageous prices, because by that time, Americans were addicted to coffee.
Coffee was a staple of the American culture.
Every household had a coffee pot, that sat on the stove and was on all day. Much later, sometime in the 1990’s Starbucks found out just how far one could push the American love of coffee. They created a “coffee lovers” environment, and charged outrageous sums of money for what was nothing more than boiled beans. (Image how much a cup of boiled peas or boiled lima beans would cost. – The actual and real value of the cup of coffee you drink.)
You, my dear readers, are all being taken for a nice long ride by service-to-self individuals and the companies that they surround themselves with.
Indeed, life has changed, and the differences are both subtle and clamorous. This is important for the reader to understand. When I was involved in the MAJestic program, there wasn’t much of an Internet presence. If you wanted to learn about extraterrestrials or conspiracies, you read the local newspaper, went to the local library, or watched television.
While most people had heard of ET, and UFO’s, their exposure to them was much more difficult to experience. Today, with social media and google-style search engines it is effortless. But, when I was involved in the program, very few people took the kind of activities that I was involved in seriously. For them, the United States would have never been involved in that kind of activity.
Glass Piggy Bank. I never did need to break it. It was filled with mostly small change. It was easy enough to empty if you just shook it hard enough. In those days, even well into the 1980’s, a dollar could by you’re a Whopper at Burger King. In fact, I well remember paying a $1 for a Whopper in 2001! (Though that was during a period of “burger wars”.)
We believed in the United States government because we were uninformed, gullible, and saw no need not to. In those days, it was still possible to become a middle class statistic without obtaining a college education. (Indeed the most ridiculous concept in the old 1960’s cartoon “The Jetsons” was the concept that a factory worker could support a middle class lifestyle for a family of four.)
Grocery stores used paper bags. When I wasn’t working in the coalmines, I was a “box boy” at the local supermarket. I would stand there, in my apron and bow tie, at the end of the counter filling the customer bags with their groceries.
Work was everywhere, and the amount of government intrusion in one’s lives was minuscule compared to what is present today. We believed that the United States was good, righteous and just. (Even after the “Watergate” fiasco.)
We believed that the media would report the truth. (Bwahhhh ha ha ha ha ha…)
We believed that those we voted into office would represent us. (Gosh,…I am now lying on the ground, rolling, and laughing my ass off!!!)
We believed that our tax monies went to “just” purposes. (Oh, stop…stop! This is just too rich!)
That was what we believed! As strange and as unlikely as it might sound today.
Stop buying into the lie that your vote matters.
Your vote doesn’t elect a president. Despite the fact that there are 218 million eligible voters in this country (only half of whom actually vote), it is the electoral college, made up of 538 individuals handpicked by the candidates’ respective parties, that actually selects the next president.
The only thing you’re accomplishing by taking part in the “reassurance ritual” of voting is sustaining the illusion that we have a democratic republic.
What we have is a dictatorship, or as political scientists Martin Gilens and Benjamin Page more accurately term it, we are suffering from an “economic élite domination.”
We were very simplistic.
In every study of events prior to, say the year 2000, one must take into account that communication, activities and behaviors were fundamentally different than they are today. That difference should be recognized and applauded. Because (as the reader should be well aware by now) we are all connected in a quantum sense. Group thought, amplified by social media, directs our behaviors whether we want to recognize it or not.
That being stated, I enjoy social media as much as the next guy. Tumblr, QQ, WeiXin and Pinterest are my favorites, while fffound comes in a close number three. (Update fffound shut down a few years ago.)
“…a darkened auditorium with 264 silent people in the seats. on the stage, me, sitting on a stool, lit by a spotlight, the only light in the theatre. I hold up a photo of my cat, 10 people applaud, two or three hold up photocopies of the same photo, the rest do nothing, watching, waiting…Meanwhile a lone masked person in the back heckles me and throws popcorn at the stage.”-Unknown
I personally love Tumblr, as the quality of the pictures that you can find is outstanding. It is also a great site to find porn.
The problem with this is that you don’t want to see porn all the time, 24-7.
Yet, if you find a porn blog on Tumblr that you like, you will bookmark it and get on it’s feed. As a result it will “pollute” your normal and regular feed. You will be like other Tumblr users, who when using their computer in public or at work would whisper under their breath “Please don’t be porn. Please don’t be porn.” when checking their Tumblr feed. LOL.
You see, Americans have to pretend that they don’t like porn. We have to pretend that we are disgusted by looking at nude people. Yet the opposite is true. All men enjoy porn. At least soft-porn. Hard core stuff can get too ugly. And, that is the way it is, and no quasi-religious or SJW revisionist is going to erase that fact. Go explore the rest of the world. The rest of the world doesn’t really care. They DON’T CARE.
Anyways…
Americans have to be careful on how they express themselves on social media. The FBI, CIA, NSA and other government agencies are investing in and relying on corporate surveillance technologies. These technologies can mine constitutionally-protected speech on social media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
It is done (supposedly) in order to identify potential extremists and to predict who might engage in future acts of anti-government behavior.
For instance, a decorated Marine, 26-year-old Brandon Raub was targeted by the Secret Service because of his Facebook posts. As such, he was [1] interrogated by government agents about his views on government corruption, [2] arrested with no warning, [3] labeled mentally ill for subscribing to so-called “conspiratorial” views about the government, [4] detained against his will in a psych ward for having “dangerous” opinions, and [5] isolated from his family, friends and attorneys.
Reality sinks in…
“It was at a time when I didn’t seem to have much future.I had no job and no money for the rent. I was living in the Hollywood Studio Club for Girls. I told them I’d get the rent somehow. So I phoned up Tom Kelley, and he took these two colour shots—one sitting up, the other lying down. …I earned the fifty dollars that I needed…You’ll do it when you get hungry enough. ”-Mona (Marylin) Monroe
But all adventures must end.
Or rather, take on a new dimension. As it was, we moved out of the van, and labored to become prosperous. In so doing, we experienced corporate life, and the gold chains that come with it.
Corporate life in the 1980’s through into the new century was a life of beige and light grey cubicles. It was a fluorescent illuminated existence that combined the worst elements of greed with the stupefying aspects of social group behaviors. The 1980’s while employed was much akin to dull grey cubicle farms, the worst of corporate life, and consumerism.
I will not dwell on that period too much. For me, it was a dull void. Scant vacations, great salary, but little to show for it except for the shiny babbles advertised on TV.
Gold Chains
There are many things that Americans haven’t a clue about. One is how the American gold market is rigged in the favor of those who sell gold. That should be no surprise, but it was for me.
As it turns out, if you go to Hong Kong, or Dubai, and you buy a gold ring it is 100% gold. It is the real deal.
However, if you buy gold in the United States, it is 14 caret, or 7 caret, or “white” gold. It is NOT gold.
That's right. It is NOT gold. It is an alloy of gold (to make it “better”). What are these names? They are names for gold alloys. Sure, what is the issue you may ask. The issue is that in other nations when you buy 100 grams of gold it is all gold, but in the USA when you buy 100 grams of gold it is an alloy of only a small percentage of gold. Often very low; maybe as low as 5%.
So for a Dubai purchaser, 100 grams of gold is 100 grams of gold. But, an American who buys 100 grams of gold only gets 5 grams. This was a big shock to me, and I discovered it when trying to convert some of my gold rings that I had purchased in the USA to the equivalent (new style) in China. Yikes!
Consumerism
As Chris Hedges writes in Empire of Illusion: “Corporations are ubiquitous parts of our lives, and those that own and run them want them to remain that way.
We eat corporate food.
We buy corporate clothes.
We drive in corporate cars.
We buy our fuel from corporations.
We borrow from, invest our retirement savings with, and take our college loans with corporations and corporate banks.
We are entertained, informed, and bombarded with advertisements by corporations.
Many of us work for corporations.
There are few aspects of life left that have not been taken over by corporations, from mail delivery to public utilities to our for-profit health-care system. These corporations have no loyalty to the country or workers. Our impoverishment feeds their profits. And profits, for corporations, are all that count.”
Scant Vacations
OK, I am going to get off in a tangent. (What is this, the sixth tangent off this post? Jeeze!) Sorry folks, but this is important.
OK. The fact is this. If you are an American, you get a pitiful amount of vacation time. While “officially” most Americans are entitled to a minimum of two weeks vacations at “most” companies, it only applies to full-time employees who have worked at least five years.
However, most Americans typically don’t work at a company for more than five years. In fact, for all the positions that I held as a “white collar” engineer and manager, I typically was only given one-week vacation. In addition, often WHEN I was permitted to take this was mandated during either the Christmas holiday or during the mid-summer plant shutdown. Here’s some great articles and quotes on this…
“Let's be blunt: If you like to take lots of vacation, the United States is not the place to work. Besides a handful of national holidays, the typical American worker bee gets two or three precious weeks off out of a whole year to relax and see the world -- much, much, MUCH less than what people in many other countries receive."
And even that amount of vacation often comes with strings attached.
Some U.S. companies don’t like employees taking off more than one week at a time. Others expect them to be on call or check their e-mail even when they’re lounging on the beach or taking a hike in the mountains.
No legal obligation to offer vacation
So what’s going on here? A big reason for the difference is that paid time off is mandated by law in many parts of the world.
Germany is among more than two dozen industrialized countries — from Australia to Slovenia to Japan — that require employers to offer four weeks or more of paid vacation to their workers, according to a 2009 study by the human resources consulting company Mercer.
Finland, Brazil and France are the champs, guaranteeing six weeks of time off.
But employers in the United States are not obligated under federal law to offer any paid vacation, so about a quarter of all American workers don’t have access to it, government figures show. That makes the U.S. the only advanced nation in the world that doesn’t guarantee its workers annual leave, according to a report titled “No-Vacation Nation” by the Center for Economic and Policy Research, a liberal policy group.
For what ever it is worth, from 1988 to 2001, while I was employed as an engineer, I took no vacation. While I qualified for two weeks, I was never permitted to take them.
Most U.S. companies, of course, do provide vacation as a way to attract and retain workers.
But the fear of layoffs and the ever-faster pace of work mean many Americans are reluctant to be absent from the office — anxious that they might look like they’re not committed to their job. Or they worry they won’t be able to cope with the backlog of work waiting for them after a vacation.
Then, there’s the way we work.
Working more makes Americans happier than Europeans, according to a study published recently in the Journal of Happiness Studies. That may be because Americans believe more than Europeans do that hard work is associated with success, wrote Adam Okulicz-Kozaryn, the study’s author and an assistant professor at the University of Texas at Dallas.
“Americans maximize their… [happiness] by working, and Europeans maximize their [happiness] through leisure,”
So despite research documenting the health and productivity benefits of taking time off, a long vacation can be undesirable, scary, unrealistic or just plain impossible for many U.S. workers.
Maybe a chance for change
A recent report has found that the United States is the only advanced economy that does not require employers to provide paid vacation time. Almost 1-in-4 Americans do not receive any paid vacation or paid holidays, trailing far behind most of the rest of the world’s rich nations, according to the report.
“No-Vacation Nation Revisited,” released earlier this year by the Center for Economic and Policy Research reviewed the international labor laws impacting paid vacation and holidays in 21 rich nations. The countries included 16 European countries, Australia, Canada, Japan, New Zealand, and the United States, all major economies that are members of the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development.
Some highlights of the report:
For the United States:
Workers have no statutory right to paid vacations.
The sum of the average paid vacation and paid holidays provided to workers in the private sector ― 16 in total ― would not meet even the minimum required by law in 19 other rich countries, the report notes.
The lack of paid vacation and paid holidays is particularly acute for low-wage workers, part-time workers, and for employees of small businesses. (Workers in small businesses are less likely to have any paid vacation (69 percent) than those in medium and large establishments (86 percent); only 49 percent of low-wage workers have paid vacation, compared to 90 percent of high-wage workers; part-time workers are far less likely to have paid vacations (35 percent) than full-time workers (91 percent).
The gap between paid time off in the United States and the rest of the world is even larger when legal holidays are included. U.S. law does not guarantee any paid holidays, but most rich countries provide between 5 and 13 per year, in addition to paid vacation days.
For other rich countries:
Workers in the European Union are legally guaranteed at least 20 paid vacation days per year, with 25 and even 30 or more days in some countries.
Canada and Japan guarantee at least 10 days of paid vacation per year.
Five countries even mandate that employers pay vacationing workers a small premium above their standard pay in order to help with vacation-related expenses.
Most other rich countries have also established legal rights to paid holidays over and above paid vacation days.
Several foreign countries offer additional time off for younger and older workers, shift workers, and those engaged in community service including jury duty and for activities like union duties, getting married, or moving.
“The United States is the only advanced economy in the world that does not guarantee its workers paid vacation days and paid holidays,” John Schmitt, senior economist and co-author of the report, said in a statement. “Relying on businesses to voluntarily provide paid leave just hasn’t worked.”
According to the ILO, “Americans work 137 more hours per year than Japanese workers, 260 more hours per year than British workers, and 499 more hours per year than French workers.”
Using data by the U.S. BLS, the average productivity per American worker has increased 400% since 1950. One way to look at that is that it should only take one-quarter the work hours, or 11 hours per week, to afford the same standard of living as a worker in 1950 (or our standard of living should be 4 times higher). Is that the case? Obviously not. Someone is profiting, it’s just not the average American worker.
American Paid Vacation Time & Sick Time:
There is not a federal law requiring paid sick days in the United States.
The U.S. remains the only industrialized country in the world that has no legally mandated annual leave.
In every country included except Canada and Japan (and the U.S., which averages 13 days/per year), workers get at least 20 paid vacation days. In France and Finland, they get 30 – an entire month off, paid, every year.
But Hey! It’s the price for living in the BEST nation in the world! Right?
“Corporate America: the place where the majority of post grads will find themselves, for better or for worse (but, for the most part, the worse). There is no college class or prep course that can help you prepare for the reality you are about to embark on for the rest of your life. There’s no smooth transition as you begin your life as a corporate slave.
You go from having the best four years of your life into a world of misery and greed.There will be highs and lows, ups and downs if you are going to devote yourself to this career path. Sometimes you will love your job but more often than not, this probably will not be the case. It’s hard to find the “right” job when you first exit college. Just because you had a certain major does not guarantee its respective career path will be right for you. Life in the real world versus what you learn in a classroom are two vastly different entities.
Unfortunately in many cases, you will sacrifice your happiness and freedom for a paycheck; you become a slave to “the man”. What are the other complaints about working for corporate America… No FreedomThe lower you are on the office totem pole, the more people you have to listen to when completing tasks. You have a rigorous schedule filled with tasks that your manager most likely assigned you. You cannot choose which tasks you would like to perform nor which order you want to complete them in as you are most likely taking orders from someone else. Until you run your own company, you are always going to be listening to someone else’s directions. Office BitchFor the abuse you take, you don’t make nearly enough money -- especially after taxes. You will take an endless amount of sh*t from upper management that can and will drive you insane.
If your boss is having an off day, guess who is going to feel the worst of it? You are.
You are at the bottom of the barrel and no feelings will be spared since you really do not serve an integral role in the company’s success. Obsession With MoneyYou think your first job will be an enlightening experience in which you will finally contribute something meaningful to the world. The problem is that upper management doesn’t want to waste their valuable time on someone that much below them. They would rather focus their attention on whatever task they have on hand.
They don’t care about you, all their focus is on whatever can make them the next dollar. Though they will try to give you the impression that that isn't the case. They might issue you a pen with a logo, or arrange some pizza at a meeting. People Are MiserableThe majority of people care about one thing about their job and that’s the figure on their paychecks. This is one of the biggest reasons people settle into a career path that makes them miserable. Sure, having the ability to afford luxuries is great, but is it worth your happiness?
Wouldn’t you rather work in an industry that brings you happiness and comfort than work at a career you hate just because you make a lot of money? Of course a paycheck is important, without it you couldn’t live -- but at the end of the day, that paycheck isn’t going to bring you the fulfillment that doing what you love does. The People You Work With SuckChances are you aren’t going to be working with people you would choose to associate with outside the office. Sometimes the person closest to your age is 10 years older than you: #fail. It’s horrible to be stuck inside an office from 9-5 without one person you can talk to. Thank the lord for G-chat. You’re BoredThe repetitive, mundane life corporate America offers you is not one of excitement. Life is full of surprises and opportunities; this is where happiness will manifest.
You know where it will not flourish?
Within the restraints of a 4×4 cubicle, staring blankly at a computer screen. Routine behavior will numb your mind whereas unpredictability will engage it. “Happiness is a state of activity,” as Aristotle has so famously said.
Your corporate life. This is why you obtained a nice four-year college degree.
You Realize This Reality Is A LieUnfortunately, as a generation we were raised with the idea that if we go to school, get a typical job and make a lot of money, we will be happy. Happiness should be a reflection of your personal ambition and success, not by what kind of car you have in your driveway. I would rather be struggling to make ends meet, working towards something I love than relishing in money working at a company that makes me miserable. No Creative OutletHow can you grow as a person if you are stuck doing the same meaningless tasks on a day-to-day basis? This type of environment will literally suck the soul out of you. Living your life in suspense is exhilarating; variety is what keeps things entertaining and exciting. Spending eight hours trapped in a small space reading over excel spreadsheets is not going to get your creative juices flowing.”
Thank you Ashley Fern.
This is all pretty much well known to those of us who had to sit in those grey boxes and stare at computer screens all day long. We did this with absolute dictatorial watching of office hours and battles over the scant vacation and leave time.
Couple that with the ever present risk of losing your job and you end up with a very, very stressful situation.
This was quite prevalent in the white-collar world during the time when I was employed. We lived the life shown in the movie “Office Space”. It was our reality. Welcome to the life that I lived (in the physical).
Peter Gibbons: You're gonna lay off Samir and Michael?Bob Slydell: Oh yeah! We're gonna bring in some entry-level graduates, farm some work out to Singapore, that's the usual deal.Bob Porter: Standard operating procedure.Peter Gibbons: Do they know this yet?Bob Slydell: No. No, of course not! We find it's always better to fire people on a Friday. Studies have statistically shown that there's less chance of an incident if you do it at the end of the week.
Life as an engineer in 1990’s America. Still from the movie classic “Office Space”. Office Space is a 1999 American comedy film written and directed by Mike Judge. It satirizes the everyday work life of a typical mid-to-late-1990s software company, focusing on a handful of individuals fed up with their jobs.
There was always some kind of “workplace improvement program” going on. It might be [1] a mandatory blood collection effort (it was, of course they couldn’t say that it was mandatory, that would be against the law… but it was. We all “knew” the consequences if we did not follow what was asked of us.
The government would make regulations to “protect” workers, and companies would either find ways around them, or simply ignore them.).
Consider my experience with [2] a mandatory weekend cleaning of the offices. (The company fired the janitorial staff, and so we all had to come in over the weekend to clean up.)
Alternatively, it might be [3] two trashcans that we would use to separate our trash into. (An on-going “green” effort that the company was promoting.) One for recyclables, and the other for non-recyclables. There were fines and punitive measures placed on us if we did not sort through our trash.
Here’s a true, and illustrative, story regarding this particular company initiative.One night I had to work late. After everyone else had left, I was working at my desk later at night. It was perhaps 7pm. As such, the janitors came in and began cleaning. One of the first things that they did was empty the trash. As I sat there, I watched them empty the trash. What they did was pick up the trash and empty it into a big-wheeled bin. They took the blue color recycle bin and emptied it into a big-wheeled trash hopper. Then they took the “regular” non-recyclable trash and emptied it in the same bin. I watched for a minute or two, and then paused in reflection.Innocently, I asked the janitor why he didn’t separate the trash, as he was “supposed to”. After all, we were being penalized for not separating the trash. In fact, if you were to report on another coworker (for failing to separate) you would be rewarded with perks; a coupon for a discount coffee or a free movie ticket. And they, as violators, would “suffer” the consequences…He responded that he didn’t need to.
No one came to collect the sorted trash. No one had set up a system to collect pre-sorted trash. So what they did was just mix it all together. They then would throw it all in the dumpster and it would be picked up by the garbage truck as was. What was going on was an illusion of company participation in a recycling program. However, there really wasn’t any actual effort to recycle the waste.That was corporate America.
Life was simple. Work all week, and look forward to Friday. Beer and pizza at the local restaurant, and then come home and watch a movie. Sleep in on Saturday, eat breakfast at a local diner, mow the grass and then go grocery shopping. Go to church on Sunday, then take a drive and look at yard sales. Go to sleep early because work started on Monday.
It’s not much of a life is it? But that was my life.
OK, back to my story.
So, I am working in whatever capacity that I could find in California. At that time, I was working various minimum-wage jobs. I worked as short order cooks, ditch diggers, roust-abouts, and janitors. It was unrewarding work, for little pay. However, I was in California.
I “felt” that I was where I needed to be.
That all changed when I got a call from the Navy…
The Rest of the Story
My stint from whenever I left my role as a Naval Aviator to when I went into “phase two” of my “training”. This was a confusing time. It was not easy. I was alternatively employed as an engineer, and laid off, trying to find work…hand to mouth. It was a period of searching for work. Living hand to mouth. Opportunities that crop up and disappear, and the lucky employed taking advantage of the masses of unemployed.
As confusing as my story sounds, just imagine what it was like participating in it.
All adventures end, and this adventure came to a sudden end when the Navy tracked me down and put me back on track in my program. That part of my narrative is covered elsewhere.
Conclusion
This post was a rambling collection of memories of an extreme period in my life.
I had been implanted with strange probes for both MAJestic and our extraterrestrial benefactors, then I was left alone on my own prior to being trained on how to use them.
During that time, I was like a sheet in the wind during a hurricane.
My perceptions, exposure and understandings were all altered. My world-lines were constantly switching on and off, in and out, and through and backwards, and I adapted as best I could. I existed in a state of extreme 1980’s. Most of that time switched between being employed in difficult working conditions, and poverty. There wasn’t any stability.
In the meantime, the MAJestic membership were trying to locate me, and complete my training. I was like Jason Bourne, with no memory or ability to control my skills, yet cognizant that I had skills, and purpose. I was the real life Jason Bourne.
Jason Bourne is a fictional character played by a talented actor. I was the real deal, and what I experienced did not look like anything that Hollywood could conceive.
Take Aways
After acceptance into MAJestic, I was altered with medical procedures and probes. Then, released to the public.
I was not yet trained.
For a period of time, I existed as “actuated”, but unskilled in using my abilities.
This post describes that time.
FAQ
Q: Why do you say such bad things about corporate life?
A: I was trained, and pursued an education towards being a Naval Aviator. Out of necessity, I found work within related engineering fields. At this time the work culture was not of producing things. Instead, it was a culture of making profits for the owners.
This change in intention, and the resultant thoughts affected the world-line. Thus, employees became something else. They became drones that serviced the owners of the companies where they worked. I was thrust into this environment out of necessity.
Q: Why do you disparage Backpackers?
A: There are many travelers who go by the title “backpacker”. Instead of exploring, adventuring and acquiring experiences, they do something else. They travel to distant lands, and try to get experiences without accepting the local culture and integrating within it. That means, of course getting work, and spending a few years fully immersed in that culture.
They are neither acquiring meaningful experiences, nor helping their community. They are instead, completing a “bucket list” of travel destinations. All without meaningful quantum realignments of their garbonic structures.
Q: Why are you so anti-USA? What is your problem with vacations?
A: Comparatively, there is something seriously wrong with a nation that does not permit it’s workers time to live and relax.
Now, if you personally want to work in a stressful environment without a break that is fine. I KNOW that it is very unhealthy and results in terrible side effects. Americans should have much more time off than what they generally receive.
Q: What is the issue about the colors Red / Blue for Political Parties?
A: History has been rewritten. That is disturbing.
That being said, the decision for the United States to embrace a communist and socialist model happened a long time ago, and the implementation was visible in the early 1990’s.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Here, I return back to my narrative. The reader is reminded that I was “off-world” after entering the dimensional transport portal. There, I underwent some kind of extraterrestrial EBP reconstructive “medical” procedure while lying on a table. I got up and was instructed to leave the area. I did so and entered a long red lit “tunnel” area.
Introduction
“To my way of thinking, there is every bit as much evidence for the existence of UFOs as there is for the existence of God; probably far more. At least in the case of UFOs there have been countless taped and filmed and, by the way, unexplained sightings from all over the world, along with documented radar evidence seen by experienced military and civilian radar operators.”
― George Carlin, When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
In short order, I walked through the field and left the red lit chamber. It was dissimilar to when I entered it. This time the ringing in my ears was far softer, and much quieter. It wasn’t so fierce, and to me it appeared as if I just simply walked through a foot thick layer of fog. Indeed, the transition from the medical facility to the naval base was nearly instantaneous.
Comparatively, it felt like walking through a thick wall of water. That is actually the best way that I can explain it. It was exactly like walking through an increasingly dense curtain of water. As I passed through the gaseous and vaporous “waterfall”, I suddenly found myself back on the base. I felt wet. (The feeling disappeared about three seconds later.)
I do remember being startled at how “wet” I felt. Then I “snapped out of it” and walked up to the meet the Commander as he walked towards me.
When I exited the field, it was 5 days later and I was leaving from a different portal in the ELF facility. I entered the same room, but it was now dim and empty, and only the Commander was waiting for me. As I exited the portal I saw him clearly at the end of the hangar. And, as I exited, he walked up to me. He had been expecting me. He waited for me at that specific date, and specific time.
Only some of the lights in the ceiling were on, as opposed to when I left the base. At that time most of the lights were on. At this time only about 1/3 to ¼ of the lights were on. It was dim, but not completely dark.
I walked straight, but found that I exited at a 90 degree angle to where I entered. As far as I can tell, my point of arrival was at the exact spot where I entered the field five days earlier. The building was dim, empty and quiet. As the Commander walked up to me, his footsteps echoed in the large empty building. No one else was there. It felt like the end of the day when everyone had went home. The building was deserted and empty. I continued walking towards him, and we met in the middle of the hangar.
I forgot all protocol and did not salute. (As far as I can recall.) This was a terrible breach of everything that I had been taught, but I was in quite a state of shock. (As was understandable.) He didn’t seem to mind at all and motioned for us to go out through a side door to our right. I seem to recall that he suggested that we go through the door. We walked in silence together. He was to my left and opened the door for me by pressing the center door brace. Then held it open for me by standing to my right side and holding the door open.
We exited the empty warehouse by leaving through a side door that took us to a small set of cement steps set next to the rear of the building. We went down the steps and walked to the shady parking lot in front of us. There were only two vehicles left there. We entered the one that the Commander was driving. It was, I believe, the same plain subcompact car that he drove us to the facility earlier.
Chatting in the Car
“I thought any chance I had of space travel would be military or government-controlled.”
-David Mackay
I sat in the front next to the Commander. We drove out of the parking lot, and went out of the gated ELF area. It was late afternoon, and the shade underneath the trees was dark and deep. It was quiet, and everyone had gone home. It was a Friday (!), and as such, the base was mostly deserted except for the barracks where the AOC’s lived. We passed though the ELF gate and turned down the road. We rode down the shady lanes in quiet contemplation.
When we were on the road the Commander asked me what I thought about all that I had gone through. I told him that it was all overwhelming. I actually said “…it’s pretty overwhelming…”. I probably should have said more, but I was actually worn out and in a bit of shock.
We drove in silence for most of the trip. I felt halcyon and cool. He told me that he was doing to drop me off at the canteen and for me to get something to eat. Then, after eating, I was to go to my barracks and get some sleep. He told me that he knew that it seemed fantastic and amazing, but that I would get used to it all soon enough. (Paraphrased quote.) I told him that I thought that I might need a few days to sort everything out that happened.
I asked him what will happen next. He said not to worry about that at all. He stated that things will sort themselves out and I will know exactly what to do. (Also paraphrased.)
Then he told me something that was shocking to me. He told me that after today, I won’t remember anything that happened. I must have been really disrespectful, but I think I said, “Awe…, shit.” I quickly turned my head and looked out the window in deep thought.
“At various points in our lives, or on a quest, and for reasons that often remain obscure; we are driven to make decisions which prove with hindsight to be loaded with meaning. ”
― Swami Satchidananda, The Yoga Sutras
Yippee-Ki-Yay!
He pulled the car up to the canteen, we sat in the car for a few minutes. He told me to go inside and get something to eat. He said that my class had already eaten, so when I am done eating, just return to the barracks on my own and join them. He told me to remember everything that we had talked about. Especially to remember “Yippee-Ki-Yay!”.
I got out and walked a few paces and then turned around to look at him. He sat in the car and was watching me go into the building intently. I smiled, turned around and went in. I knew he watched me walk into the canteen and then he drove off.
Victoria Lasseter: Cherry Progressive, listen. Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached.
Mike Howell: Is that a lyric from something?
-Dialog representative of trigger phrase from the movie “American Ultra”.
In hindsight, this particular verbiage kept on coming up. But it did not come up in the way that you would think. Instead, it appeared periodically due to the popularity of the “Die Hard” series of movies.
Die Hard is a 1988 American action film directed by John McTiernan and written by Steven E. de Souza and Jeb Stuart, based on the 1979 novel Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp. Die Hard follows off-duty New York City Police Department officer John McClane (Bruce Willis) as he takes on a group of highly organized criminals led by Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman), who perform a heist in a Los Angeles skyscraper under the guise of a terrorist attack using hostages, including McClane's wife Holly (Bonnie Bedelia), to keep the police at bay.
Here’s a comment written by Catullus on Dec 25, 2017 6:21 PM. It is in the comments section of the article titled “What’s The Greatest Christmas Movie Of All Time?”. In it, the commenter states that the movie “Die Hard” is the best movie (of all time) to watch during Christmas.
“Die Hard. Please. Women hate it.It’s about a regular guy caught up in something extraordinary. Helped by other regular people. Using his wits.Plus it’s full of lazy, fat, stupid government bureaucrats fucking it up even further.And then he gets back with his wife who he’s having marital problems with while they balance success in their lives.It’s not magic and dancing and bullshit”
-CatullusDec 25, 2017 6:21 PM
Every time I would hear this phrase, or even the mere reference to it, I would feel somewhat stronger inside. I would remember who I was and what my overall purpose was. Maybe this was true for all Americans, but I had a certain attachment to the character whom Bruce Willis played in that movie; John McClane.
I am sure that the actor had no idea that his role was connected to our programming. I also didn’t think he knew how his role was used to affect the emotional states of the men whom were entrusted to be the “real” John McClane in the “real” world. Never the less, all of us in the program, felt connected to this character and (every-man) hero.
In fact, aside from the popular series of movies, I never heard that phrase ever used. Even when it was used in the movies it seemed forced and uncomfortable. What was the purpose of all the elements surrounding it? It was and is a big mystery to me.
This is an interesting point I would like to devote a moment to ponder. The government has ties to all the media outlets. These ties are familial, friends, relationships, social, and in a number of cases, formal. Additionally, for reasons that are rather complex, the American media is dominated by a liberal (as opposed to conservative) bias. They have connections to big business, banks, and every single media outlet. They are able to use these connections to place phrases, words, sentences, subjects and concepts to the unaware American populace. To most, they are banal and insignificant. But they all, every single one of them has a meaning and a purpose.
While the movie “Die Hard” ended up being quite popular, the key ionic phrase that he uttered did not. And that is perhaps the story within this story. The message of the lone hero who fights a greatly powerful foe against all odds; the simple “every-man” hero is the story of our roles. And while the movie portrayal was popular, the messages left inside the movie were missed and forgotten by everyone except those “in the know”. For us, the message was clear. The iconic phase was for us; the real “designated heroes” of this adventure.
Although how I was a “hero “is beyond me. There is nothing especially great or unique about me, aside from those probes in my head. I am just an average man, doing an average job, with a wife, and then retired from it all. There was nothing heroic about anything in my life; NOTHING. Nothing at all.
Honestly, I'm just some smuck that was in the right place at the right time, and nothing more.
The use of Hollywood heroes and popular music, as well as conventional media to communicate and direct those of us so implanted is a common and IMPORTANT aspect of the program. I do not know why they did this. I can make assumptions and try to relate the use of base emotions and primal directive energies to create underlying motivations, but that is all just me guessing. I was never formally introduced into the reasoning and the science behind the ELF implants. I only know what was told to me and how it affected me later on in my life.
The Canteen
I entered the canteen.
I immediately noticed that the other AOCs were wearing a different uniform than I was. I was dressed in the khaki uniform that I wore on Monday, and they were dressed in the khaki uniform for Friday. To an outside observer this was meaningless, but to us it was important. They wore a Service Khaki uniform with a peaked cap, while I was wearing a Service Khaki uniform with a garrison cap. It startled me, but I just ignored it and continued into the canteen.
A Peaked Cap.
A military style cap with black visor, rigid standing front, flaring circular rim and black cap band worn with detachable khaki cover. Fabric match of cap cover and uniform is required. When wearing an all-weather coat, a clear plastic combination cap rain cover may be worn.
A Side Cap.
A side cap is a foldable military cap with straight sides and a creased or hollow crown sloping to the back where it is parted. It is known as a garrison cap (in the United States), a wedge cap (in Canada), or officially field service cap (in the United Kingdom and Commonwealth countries), but it is more generally known as the side cap. A convenient feature of this cap is that when the owner is indoors and no coat-hook is available on which to hang it, then it can be easily stored (by folding it over the belt or, unofficially, by tucking it under an epaulette).
Outside the canteen, on the porch, was a rack where one would place their hats or raincoats before entering. In this case, I noticed that the shelves had peaked hats. This was quite unlike what I was wearing at the time.
Like an automation, I went and obtained a tray of food and then sat down apart from other classes that were eating. I went to the closest empty table and sat apart from everyone else. No one confronted me. No one approached me. I ate in silence by myself. No one disturbed me. I then finished, and returned back to my barracks.
I did this like an automation. I did so automatically and without thinking, fear or concern. It was as if I was in a half-awake dream.
How Memory Works
I am not a doctor. Thus, my efforts to describe my beliefs concerning how my mind was compartmentalized might be wildly inaccurate. My premise is simple. What I describe is based upon my experience, and conclusions that I arrived to. It is my opinion, and could be very wrong.
In general, my primary contention is that memory is not correctly understood by the conventional American medical establishment. We think that it resides inside the brain, when it actually resides in the quantum sphere that surrounds our physical body. (I believe that by investigating how memory works, scientists can obtain insight into the nature of the soul.)
We, in the West, tend to believe that the processes and procedures related to curing the human body is wholly accurate and is the ONLY way to do so. Why we believe this has to do with our culture. Nevertheless, the truth is that the complexities of the human biological engine are not well understood by the Western medical establishment.
Here, we make approximations of complex biological processes through empirical supposition and theory based upon observation. Overall, our science and chemistry is pretty good, and we are able to “cure” many diseases and illnesses.
However, I must tell the reader this; our state of medical science is one of approximation. We provide approximate solutions to complex biological variations. Many times our solutions work. But they do not ever work so efficiently. Such is the case of how the human memory works. How the human memory works differs substantially from what is assumed by mainstream science.
This is similar to, but not the same as, other theories regarding non-localization of memory. Consider the holonomic brain theory, developed by neuroscientist Karl Pribram initially in collaboration with physicist David Bohm. This theory is a model of human cognition that describes the brain as a holographic storage network.
Holonomic brain theory
Pribram suggests these processes involve electric oscillations in the brain's fine-fibered dendritic webs, which are different from the more commonly known action potentials involving axons and synapses. These oscillations are waves and create wave interference patterns in which memory is encoded naturally, and the waves may be analyzed by a Fourier transform.
Gabor, Pribram and others noted the similarities between these brain processes and the storage of information in a hologram, which can also be analyzed with a Fourier transform. In a hologram, any part of the hologram with sufficient size contains the whole of the stored information.
In this theory, a piece of a long-term memory is similarly distributed over a dendritic arbor so that each part of the dendritic network contains all the information stored over the entire network. This model allows for important aspects of human consciousness, including the fast associative memory that allows for connections between different pieces of stored information and the non-locality of memory storage (a specific memory is not stored in a specific location, i.e. a certain neuron)
Most, if not all, of the American medical establishment believes that memories are retained in the physical body. It has to be they reason. As there are no other physical locations that they could reside in. However, that is fallacious thinking. The belief that a non-physical thought would actually require a physical storage container is quite contentious and deserves further consideration.
I argue the opposite; that non-physical thought requires a non-physical container to be stored within.
They believe that the complexities of the brain store memories in the synapses of the mind. They do not believe in a spiritual soul, or in the soul being an extension of the physical body. However, I do not agree with this. My experiences cannot have possibly occurred if their beliefs were actually true.
Conventional science assures us that memories are deposited and reside inside of the brain. They tell us that how the brain is wired is how the memories are configured and this arrangement is what establishes the repository of the memory. But that is all false. Memories reside outside of the brain in the quantum cloud or soul that is part of our being. We access our memories though “ports” that are hardwired in the physical brain connections.
Since, I know that soul is an actual, physical extension of the body, and that extraterrestrial races can modify, improve and even create appliances that interact with the soul. This then implies that the soul has a great capacity for process functions.
One of the greatest process functions is the creation, and storage of memories. Therefore, I strongly believe that memories are encoded in the soul outside of the physical body. Not inside the brain.
The experience of watching one’s life “pass before their eyes” is one of the most common experiences when a person touches the throes of death. At that moment when the conscious mind departs the heavy dense body, it touches the (so called) “soul body”. (This is the closest and most sluggish of the non-physical quantum particles to the physical world around us.) Since the soul body is the repository for memories, the person experiences the memories in total. This happens directly and suddenly.
Others have broached this concept using more powerful language than I. You can read it here, if you want…
Quantum Approaches to Consciousness
In the scenario developed by Penrose and neurophysiologically augmented by Hameroff, quantum theory is claimed to be effective for consciousness, but the way this happens is quite sophisticated. It is argued that elementary acts of consciousness are non-algorithmic, i.e., non-computable, and they are neurophysiologically realized as gravitation-induced reductions of coherent superposition states in microtubuli.
Unlike the more or less conventional approaches, which are essentially based on (different features of) status quo quantum theory, the physical part of the scenario, (proposed by Penrose), actually refers to future developments of quantum theory. This would be for a much more proper understanding of the physical process underlying quantum state reduction. Obviously, the grander picture is that a full-blown theory of quantum gravity is required to ultimately understand quantum measurement, and thus the physical process underlying quantum state reduction.
This is a far-reaching assumption, and Penrose does not offer a concrete solution to this problem. However, he gives a number of plausibility arguments which clarify his own motivations and have in fact inspired others to take his ideas seriously. Penrose's rationale for invoking state reduction is not that the corresponding randomness offers room for mental causation to become efficacious (although this is not excluded). His conceptual starting point, at length developed in two books (Penrose 1989, 1994), is that elementary conscious acts must be non-algorithmic. Phrased differently, the emergence of a conscious act is a process which cannot be described algorithmically, hence cannot be computed. His background in this respect has a lot to do with the nature of creativity, mathematical insight, Gödel's incompleteness theorem, and the idea of a Platonic reality beyond mind and matter.
In contrast to the unitary time evolution of quantum processes, Penrose suggests that a valid formulation of quantum state reduction replacing von Neumann's projection postulate must faithfully describe an objective physical process that he calls objective reduction. Since present-day quantum theory does not contain such a picture, he argues that effects not currently covered by quantum theory should play a role in state reduction. Ideal candidates for him are gravitational effects since gravitation is the only fundamental interaction which is not integrated into quantum theory so far. Rather than modifying elements of the theory of gravitation (i.e., general relativity) to achieve such an integration, Penrose discusses the reverse: that novel features have to be incorporated in quantum theory for this purpose. In this way, he arrives at the proposal ofgravitation-induced objective state reduction.
Why is such a version of state reduction non-computable? Initially one might think of objective state reduction in terms of a stochastic process, as most current proposals for such mechanisms indeed do (see the entry on collapse theories). This would certainly be indeterministic, but probabilistic and stochastic processes can be standardly implemented on a computer, hence they are definitely computable. Penrose (1994, Secs 7.8 and 7.10) sketches some ideas concerning genuinely non-computable, not only random, features of quantum gravity. In order for them to become viable candidates for explaining the non-computability of gravitation-induced state reduction, a long way still has to be gone.
With respect to the neurophysiological implementation of Penrose's proposal, his collaboration with Hameroff has been crucial. With his background as an anaesthesiologist, Hameroff suggested to consider microtubules as an option for where reductions of quantum states can take place in an effective way, see e.g., Hameroff and Penrose (1996). The respective quantum states are assumed to be coherent superpositions of tubulin states, ultimately extending over many neurons. Their simultaneous gravitation-induced collapse is interpreted as an individual elementary act of consciousness. The proposed mechanism by which such superpositions are established includes a number of involved details that remain to be confirmed or disproven.
The idea of focusing on microtubuli is partly motivated by the argument that special locations are required to ensure that quantum states can live long enough to become reduced by gravitational influence rather than by interactions with the warm and wet environment within the brain. Speculative remarks about how the non-computable aspects of the expected new physics mentioned above could be significant in this scenario are given in Penrose (1994, Sec. 7.7).
Influential criticism of the possibility that quantum states can in fact survive long enough in the thermal environment of the brain has been raised by Tegmark (2000). He estimates the decoherence time of tubulin superpositions due to interactions in the brain to be less than 10-12 sec. Compared to typical time scales of microtubular processes of the order of milliseconds and more, he concludes that the lifetime of tubulin superpositions is much too short to be significant for neurophysiological processes in the microtubuli. In a response to this criticism, Hagan et al.(2002) showed that a corrected version of Tegmark's model provides decoherence times up to 10 to 100 μ sec, and it has been argued that this can be extended up to the neurophysiologically relevant range of 10 to 100 msec under particular assumptions of the scenario by Penrose and Hameroff.
More recently, a novel idea has entered this debate. Theoretical studies of interacting spins have shown that entangled states can be maintained in noisy open quantum systems at high temperature and far from thermal equilibrium. In these studies the effect of decoherence is counterbalanced by a simple “recoherence” mechanism (Hartmann et al. 2006, Li and Paraoanu 2009). This indicates that, under particular circumstances, entanglement may persist even in hot and noisy environments such as the brain.
However, decoherence is just one piece in the debate about the overall picture suggested by Penrose and Hameroff. From another perspective, their proposal of microtubules as quantum computing devices has recently received support from work of Bandyopadhyay's lab at Japan, showing evidence for vibrational resonances and conductivity features in microtubules that should be expected if they are macroscopic quantum systems (Sahu et al. 2013). Bandyopadhyay's results initiated considerable attention and commentary (see Hameroff and Penrose 2014). In a well-informed in-depth analysis, Pitkänen (2014) raised concerns to the effect that the reported results alone may not be sufficient to confirm the approach proposed by Hameroff and Penrose with all its ramifications.
A recent paper by Craddock et al. (2015) discusses in detail how microtubular processes (rather than, or in addition to, synaptic processes, see Flohr 2000) may be affected by anesthetics, and may also be responsible for neurodegenerative memory disorders. As the correlation between anesthetics and consciousness seems obvious at the phenomenological level, it is interesting to know the intricate mechanisms by which anesthetic drugs act on the cytoskeleton of neuronal cells,[13] and which role quantum mechanics plays in these mechanisms. Craddock et al. (2015) point out a number of possible quantum effects (including the power-law behavior addressed by Vitiello, cf. Section 4.3) which can be investigated using presently available technologies.
From a philosophical perspective, the scenario of Penrose and Hameroff has occasionally received outspoken rejection, see e.g., Grush and Churchland (1995) and the reply by Penrose and Hameroff (1995). Indeed, their approach collects several top level mysteries, among them the relation between mind and matter itself, the ultimate unification of all physical interactions, the origin of mathematical truth, and the understanding of brain dynamics across hierarchical levels. Combining such deep and fascinating issues certainly needs further work to be substantiated, and should neither be too quickly celebrated nor offhandedly dismissed. After the two decades since its inception one thing can be safely asserted: the approach has fruitfully inspired many important avenues of innovative research in consciousness studies.
I believe that the physical mind is connected to soul-dwelling memory segments via bridge-points. These are specific access points triggered by certain stimuli or events. Thus, a person might block the access-bridges through chemical means or hypnosis from the physical side. Or, might block the connections from the soul side.
Back in the Barracks
I left the canteen and went back to my barracks. It was a short walk indeed. I walked down the sidewalk and entered the barracks through the nearby side door.
I had just left a “special” assignment with the base commander that involved probes inserted in my skull, an “off world” transport event, a gaggle of extraordinarily pretty girls, and first-hand face-to-face exposure to extraterrestrials.
But to everyone else in my class, it was another week of training.
It was as if nothing had ever happened. All was quiet inside. Most of the other AOC’s were busy studying in their rooms. Upon entering the barracks I went down the short hallway leading towards the head. You couldn’t avoid it, as the head was at the apex of the two long hallways of our barracks.
The "head" aboard a Navy ship is the bathroom. The term comes from the days of sailing ships when the place for the crew to relieve themselves was all the way forward on either side of the bowsprit, the integral part of the hull to which the figurehead was fastened.
When I went in, there were two other classmates there, and they welcomed me most vigorously. They were excited to see me because everyone was speculating wildly what happened to me. Usually when people dropped out of the program, they would disappear completely with their belongings. But I was still on the roster, just physically absent from all the activities. They asked me where I went, because I was gone for the entire week.
I was missing from the class for an entire week!
I had been gone for an entire week. I had no stubby hair or growth. It was as if the time I was gone was for a few hours, but to all the rest of my class, I had been gone all week.
I looked at them incredulously. Up until that point in time, I wasn’t aware that had been gone for an entire week. My last memory at that point was being called out to see the Commander, and as time progressed, I forgot more and more of what transpired. From my point of view it was still Monday. Not late Friday afternoon. From my point of view only a few hours had passed, not five days.
One classmate looked at the top of my head, and asked “What’s this?”, and reaching up, he peeled off a Band-Aid that was on my head. Then he looked at my head, and started to say something, but didn’t. We made some small talk, mostly revolving around them asking me questions, and me responding with confusion and non-committal answers. The AOCs who removed the bandage then motioned to the others to come with him. They stepped outside, and told me that we’d chat later.
It was pretty much the same reaction when I joined the others in my room. On the base we shared a room with four beds, so when I returned there were three other classmates who were full of questions. They started to pepper me with questions. I tried to answer them to the best of my ability, but I was confused and a bit disoriented. A couple of the guys went outside in the hallway to chat with another classmate, and when they were finished talking with him they went in and didn’t ask me any further questions. That night, instead of studying with the others at the table, I just went to sleep.
Memory Erasure
The next day I had no recollection what so ever of what transpired all the previous week. I did not remember meeting Sebastian, or the base Commander. I did not remember having the probes installed. I did not remember joining the W(U)-SAP (MAJestic) program. I did not remember meeting the girls and chatting with them. I did not remember going into the transport portal. I did not remember my “off-world” experience. I remembered nothing.
I had no memory.
I was one week behind in training, and still a little confused. However, there was one thing that was significantly different than before. I was no longer interested in being a naval aviator. I had no heart or desire for it. And this change in attitude was noticed.
Some of my classmates talked to me directly about this. They wanted to know what happened, and wanted to help me “get back on track”. Others, just simply kept their distance. These were my friends and colleagues and we had shared experiences and they were now concerned for me.
There was also some other changes as well.
The upper-classmen who assisted the DI were no longer training with me. It was as if I was “hands off”, and was permitted to be left alone. No longer was I “gouged”. No longer was I pulled aside to be the team leader or to do some special task. I was ignored. In any event, what had actually occurred was that I became fixated in leaving the Navy. It became an obsessive thought that grew and grew over a relatively short period of time.
Gouge (gouj) noun (U.S. Navy slang): essential piece of information; the heart of the matter. When one is gouged, you are ordered to repeat essential pieces of information on the spot.
Leaving the Navy
All week I endured classes. But my heart was not in it. The weekend came and I contemplated talking to the chaplain about leaving, but the opportunity never came up.
Fundamentally, I was not a quitter and it was far easier for me just to stay enrolled in the program, even though my heart was no longer active. Another week passed, and then yet another week. But still, there was a gnawing feeling inside of me.
It was a feeling that I could not stop. It was a feeling that told me that I had to resign from the navy.
Chapel on the Base. There are some differences. When I was in, there were names of deceased aviators on planks on both walls that flank the center area. Aside from that, not much has changed. I would have assumed that President Obama would have changed the chapel to a mosque, but thankfully, that did not occur.
Then one Sunday, I went to the Chaplain’s Office and asked for reassignment and discharge papers. I went there after Sunday church services and walked right in. The Chaplain wasn’t there but two upperclassmen were. They sat there chatting away with two very attractive girls in the office.
I had to interrupt them, and asked for the proper resignation papers to leave the navy. They weren’t too particularly enthusiastic about helping me as they were already far to engaged with the girls. But they managed to grab some papers and handed them to me.
They set me in a small side office and left me alone. The papers wanted specific explanations as to why I wanted to resign my commission, but somehow I felt it best to be extremely vague about it. It is almost as if I knew exactly what to place there.
The rest was academic. It took three days for me to be processed and a week later, to the surprise of my family, I returned home.
Exit
It might seem odd that after years of education toward space flight and space engineering training that I would be released as a civilian without deployment. You might think that it would have been far better, from the point of view of the Navy, to keep us in the Navy but to change our designation.
Aerospace Engineers with technical discipline and a penchant towards flying are a rare breed.
So, the oddness of how I was released, and how so easily it was conducted should be considered. And it is odd, except that our activities were always independent. In fact, once implanted, you are always potentially active. Even if ‘retired’, you can still be reactivated. We can never remove any of the probes in our skulls. They will be there until we die.
ELF Core Kit #1
ELF supplementary Kit #2
EBP
This method serves a dual purpose. [1] It permits those who actually feel that they made a mistake choosing to be a Naval Aviator a way out of the program honorably. In addition, it also [2] permits a method whereas those who wish to join the clandestine black projects a way to enter the civilian work force transparently without anyone knowing their previous association with the United States Navy. However, it does so with the moniker of a person who “failed” the program.
This is a very important point.
While I had exited from the US Navy, I had not at all exited from the Black Project. I can never exit from it. I am permanently implanted with a cranial bond that is tighter than any blood-oath.
In fact my role and training was just starting. (I left the US Navy to enter MAJestic in my role.) From the point of view of everyone else, I was a civilian and not at all associated with the military in any way, but the fact and the truth was, that I had entered one of the most secret and elite programs ever connived by the United States. I was a fully functional W(U)-SAP agent living and working as a common civilian and subject to no one except possibly the President of the United States. I had joined the “MAJestic” organization.
The real truth is that I obtained my orders and commands directly from the EBP. Those whom had control of that link were my direct superiors.
As I know now, that the entire program was but a subset of the MAJestic operations umbrella; my orders came directly from them.
And, as we all now know that the President of the United States may or may not be part of MAJestic, therefore it is entirely possible that another entity gave me orders without the knowledge of the President of the United States.
Appearing average in the middle of magnificence.
Arriving Home
While my family showing care and kindness, they thought that I had failed. I was constantly berated by my father for failure to “stick it out in training”. He was relentless in his most vocal opinions and reasoning’s. My mother was more understanding, but even she couldn’t understand why I was so evasive in my reasons. The normally logical and detailed answers supporting my actions were absent. Instead, and in their place, were vague noncommittal statements which only further exasperated the situation.
This was a particularly difficult period for me.
I had never failed in anything before. I had forged ahead, and I had always stuck to the projects that I had been assigned. I was more like a brainless work horse in that regard. This is the truth about me. It always was far easier for me to continue at a distasteful task than to quit.
Quitting took effort.
Quitting took a strong degree of uncomfortable initiative. Quitting was very much an uncomfortable departure from the comfort of conformity. At that time of my life, it was against my very being. I could never quit in anything.
Yet, I did.
My personality was somehow changed. Up upon that time, it would have been far easier for me to do what I was told to do, even if excruciatingly painful, then to go through all the effort to exit a program. My resultant actions were incompatible with my personality, and my family knew this.
They wanted answers, and I wasn’t able to provide them with any. This only exasperated the situation and I found myself being more and more depressed with the situation.
You must understand that at this time I had no recall, what so ever, of what had transpired at the naval base. I did not remember anything. I forgot about meeting the Commander. I forgot about the implantation procedure. I forgot about the SAP lecture. I forgot about the fiducials. I remembered nothing. As far as I knew, I had voluntarily left the program, and that it was by my own free will and desires.
I was different. I was changed.
That is the way the SAP implants work. They repress memories. (In fact, the Core Core Kit #1 probes did not need to be calibrated later on. Only Core Core Kit #2 probes did. The Core Core Kit #1 probes began to work immediately and as a result of this I had absolutely no recollection of anything associated with the special project that I had volunteered for.)
I must repeat this most important point. At that time, I had absolutely no memories at all concerning the true reason for leaving the naval aviation program. I did not remember the implantation procedure. I did not remember chatting with the girls. I did not remember entering the transport portal. I didn’t even remember meeting the Commander. I didn’t remember anything. The relentless onslaught of negativity was taking its toll and I was beginning to fall into a depression without comparison.
This will be a little confusing for the reader to understand, but what I did not “consciously” remember those events. Yet, I completely “subconsciously” remember them. They were like a far-away dream to me. It was like an event of unimportant significance that happened and you no longer care about. So, in truth, I never actually forgot about the events. It was that I had no conscious recall of them.
Moving On
However, that being the case, I had work to do and a life to build. I didn’t waste time moping about. Instead I took the initiative and actively began looking for work. It is true that soon after I started to look for work, that other companies became interested in me and I began a series of job interviews and position evaluations. Unlike what I was to be exposed to later in life, it seemed that every company was interested in me. For I was young, and right out of school. I really didn’t have any trouble finding work.
Eventually, I began to look for work in my field that I went to school for. It wasn’t long before I was able to obtain employment as an engineer. Maybe a total of three to four months. At that I comfortably assumed a more or less normal life as a middle class employee in an engineering role in a factory. I had forgotten everything that had transpired, and lived a life of quiet and calm mediocrity.
I entered the work force at the same time when Japan was starting to flood the USA with cheap inexpensive steel, wares, and quality products.
A Great Adventure or What?
So yes, on the surface at least, the great “adventure” promised to me by the Commander at the base was a mere snipe hunt. It was a mediocre life devoted to the obtainment of physical possessions to satiate a gnawing hunger that festered inside my soul. I knew that I had a destiny. I knew that I had a purpose and a plan to my life. But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t remember what it was, or how it would manifest.
The only thing that I took back with me from my “adventure” in the Navy were reoccurring dreams with the same theme over and over. I would be in some kind of futuristic classroom being taught all kinds of odd and strange things. The dreams all maintained the same overall theme, though the room might change, and the instructor and classmates might also change as well.
It was so persistent that I began to keep a dream journal and log. Aside from lighter dreams that pretty much reflected my daily activities, all my deepest dreams were totally focused on education. I maintained this journal through all my trials and tribulations, and I still maintain it to this day.
Conclusions
This post describes my narrative of what I experienced after my first off-world medical procedure through the egress portal. I discuss my return to the Navy as an AOC and my compelling urge to leave the program. Once I left the Navy, I became a civilian again and started working as a normal engineer in a factory. I had forgotten everything.
The only thing different, as far as I could see, was when I slept. I had regular and detailed dreams about learning things, attending schools and educational institutions, and exercises of a similar nature.
Take Aways
MAJestic tends to obtain membership out of the military ranks.
In my particular role, once I entered the program and implanted and physically modified, I left the military and became a civilian.
From the moment I left the egress portal and arrived at the base, I had very active and detailed, educational dreams.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
The MAJestic leadership controls all MAJestic members. However, the organization controls and authorize programs and sub-programs upon the limitations of our understandings.
When we first agreed to work with the <redacted>, we thought of it as a simple technology transfer exercise. However, over time, as we expanded our understandings of the numerous species that we worked with, we began to obtain glimmerings of what we were REALLY working with and involved in.
Thus, we discovered that many times we thought we were doing one thing for one objective, only to find out (later) that we were doing one “piece of a puzzle”, that would eventually fit into a much larger puzzle or plan…
Introduction
There is a lot going on here in my narrative. In order to make sense out of what is going on, I am afraid that we will have to cover some ground and understanding regarding what our reality is.
This is because traveling through a dimensional portal is impossible in a Newtonian reality. It is absolutely, and positively impossible.
We are handicapped by our limited experiences, our knowledge, and our understandings. None of what we know allows for “dimensional doors”, no matter what you call them. That is, unless you make allowances for Magic…
Since most Americans have been “dumbed down” to a serf / peasant level (for reasons of political expediency), it would be very difficult for most to grasp the reality of what I describe. This includes what transpired during my first portal egress. (Not to mention, understanding autonomous MWI egress at will.)
Of course, I could simply launch into a statement of what is going on, and leave it at that. However, that is not in the best interests of this dialog. Our world is populated with people of all sorts of backgrounds, experiences, beliefs, and understandings. To best provide a real understanding of what is going on, some background information must be presented. It need not be complicated, but it does need to be presented.
With that in mind, let’s take a look at what a “dimension” is. For throughout my narrative I repeatedly use the term “dimensional travel”. Obviously what just transpired in the previous posts were perplexing. For me to simply state “oh, it was dimensional travel”, or “I entered a dimensional door”, or “my dimensional reality was altered” would be confusing and inappropriate at this time.
Maybe it would be best if I said that I exited from our reality and went elsewhere.
I exited our reality and went elsewhere.
The Real World
We, as humans, are unable to see the real world. We are unable.
Our physical senses are unable to see the way things really are. Our perception of time is wrong. Our ideas of distance are wrong. What we think about the universe, intelligence, and life are wrong. Our view of life is terribly faulted.
Our view of life is all incorrect.
What we do know, or at least think that we know, is not distributed throughout the population evenly. Terms used by certain people have completely different meanings to other people. This can be from simple English language terms, to scientific understandings. Many times complete and unified understandings are not obtainable.
Consider the word "niggerdly". It means miserly · parsimonious · close-fisted . Yet, there is a sizable proportion of the American population that would consider this to be a racist insult.
Dimensional travel is too complicated for most humans to understand. It is not what you would think, and can be very weird at times. As confusing the “real” world is, can you (the reader) accept how outrageously confusing it would be for a member of the general population?
This can be prevented if we define exactly what we are referring to “up front” in the beginning.
Thus, by using our brains, and by mastering the language of the universe we can begin to gain some basic understandings of it. With this understanding comes innovation and that perhaps someday soon, we will all be able to the see the universe as it really and actually is.
It’s a Quantum Reality
So what is our “reality”?
One theory is that consciousness is created on a quantum, sub-atomic scale through energy which is constantly contained in the universe. The theory is based on Einstein’s famous quote, when he said: “Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be changed from one form to another.”Dr David Hamilton said all consciousness is and always has been in the universe through quantum particles, and when you are born, it is channelled into a physical being.-The Express(Pretty crude understanding of our reality. Heh.)
This section discusses what it is in accordance with the latest theories. Mind you, I am not hip and up with the latest theories. I am a layman who follows this subject out of interest. I am more a hobbyist and a “dabbler” rather than an expert. I am (very much) like the railroad engineer who runs the big steam locomotive engines of the 1930’s who reads up in thermodynamics in his spare time.
Look at this beauty. Observe the lines, the enormity of the great complex mechanical monster. Look at how small the workers look around it. Look at the environment. Absorb what it must have been like, the smells, the muggy air, and the hustle and bustle of the people on the platform in the early morning air.
According to the “latest” theories, our universe is composed of small things known as “quanta”.
Quanta is (for our purposes) the smallest “combination” of shapes that form the building blocks” of our universe. Since our universe is our actual reality, quanta is what our reality is made up of. Our reality is one filled with quanta.
Quanta form shapes and patterns that our physical bodies can observe and measure. Thus they define our reality and they help shape our experiences.
Since I discuss the “world” of quanta so frequently, maybe it is time to discuss the realms of where quanta exist. I do not think that it is a sufficient explanation to give to the reader that “quanta are ubiquitous”; that it is everywhere. That is true, but (again) fails to convey true and real meaning. Instead, perhaps we should look at the properties of this fundamental quanta as it pertains to where it disappears to.
Relative to a person living in the physical world, quanta seems to move about. This behaves in strange ways. It reacts with other particles, often unseen, and pops in and out of observed space. What is it doing? Where is it going, and whence did it come from? These are the questions that I try to attempt to answer here.
Well, for starters; quanta is everywhere. Every atom is composed of groups of quanta called particles. So anything made up of atoms is, in turn made up of the “stuff” of atoms; quantum particles. But we cannot perceive it due to the limited nature of our (coarse) senses. It is too small; too tiny to see. We have to infer it’s presence by theory and conclusions through observation of experiments.
Smaller than Quanta
Additionally, the latest theories posit that quanta is made up of even smaller components. These go by different names and concepts. There are those that follow the belief that these smallest components of quanta are mere vibrating “strings”. Others go into various detailed tangents regarding branes and theories regarding it.
The Unseen
Our (scientific) experiments tell us many interesting things; things far to numerous to mention here. But one thing is clear. There is an “unseen” component to the world that we live in. We can see the physical world by our physical senses, but we cannot see the “other” world. Our physical senses are limited. They cannot perceive it. Thus, this lack of perception has caused us to call it the “unseen world”.
The Rice Experiment opened more than a few teenage eyes on how their words and intentions impact their environment. Hopefully, the lesson will translate into their homes and future workplaces. The middle school teens conducted the Rice Experiment. After cooking a pot of rice, they placed a scoop of rice into separate, identical jars and sealed the lids. On the outside of one jar, they wrote “LOVE” while on the other jar they wrote, “HATE.” For the next week, they talked to the jars filling the LOVE jar with kind, loving, compassionate intentions and thoughts. They told the HATE jar it was stupid, ugly, mean and nasty. Then, they watched the results. A year later, these same jars sit on the shelf of our teen room, telling the story of our intentions. The LOVE jar, filled with our divine, loving intentions, remains filled with white fluffy rice. The HATE jar started decomposing right away and quickly turned into a grey, slimy sludge. No kidding. So, how can this occur if there ISN’T an unseen component to our reality?
To “underline” what was just stated; our reality (and our universe) is broken up into two distinct realities. These two realities are “the seen” (by our physical senses, and by extension, our devices and mechanisms), and the “unseen”. The “unseen” elements of our reality are what we cannot sense, and what our devices and mechanisms (as of current contemporaneous science) can not sense.
The universe and our reality is broken down into two distinct parts. They are;
The seen. These are things that we can perceive either by ourselves or with equipment.
The unseen. These are things that we are unable to perceive or sense.
Ah… the frustration!
There are those whose limited mindset permits them from accepting anything that they cannot physically perceive. They do not believe in “X-rays” because they cannot see them. They do not believe in thoughts, memories or ideas. These things are not viewed directly, but rather have to be inferred from, and cause a great deal of consternation in regards to physical communication.
In a like way the concepts of spirits, heaven, and the “unseen” are ridiculed, not because they cannot be seen, but rather that the abstract concepts of them cannot be adequately conveyed to others of a mere physical understanding.
This is a problem, that I believe, stems from the “traditional” understanding of what “heaven” is.
The traditional understanding of what heaven is.
Viewed from this traditional understanding, the prism through which we can view the unseen becomes difficult to conceptualize. In fact, there are many who try to link the traditional so that it is in agreement with modern discoveries and (yes indeed) theories of our existence.
That’s a pretty pointless endeavor.
The Traditional Model
The traditional model handicaps us. Because in that model everything that exists can be seen and viewed by humans as long as they are alive. If you cannot see or perceive it, then it does not exist, and it is part of the “spiritual” realm. Which is, of course, a realm that you can only find out about when you die.
Forget Tradition!
To really understand what our universe is, and to understand what our reality is, one must FORGET the traditional models of what heaven and reality actually is. Throw it all away. Ignore it. It is wrong. It is terribly, and awfully incorrect. Throw it all away!
The only way our physical bodies can resolve the unseen is through the rigors of mathematics. Unless the two people understand the language of mathematics and the physical relationships involved, they will not be able to communicate to each other what they cannot see. This includes quanta and the realms where the quanta disappear.
Indeed, quanta are pervasive in both the physical and the “unseen” worlds. These “unseen worlds” are other elements of the universe that we, as humans, are unable to perceive. The so-called “unseen worlds” are higher energy states of quanta; the states where the vast bulk of quanta exist in. But though thought, as well as reasoning and deductive inference, we can understand the nature of the universe. And, at that we can best understand how things work regarding quanta and the physical world.
In other words, we can reason what the “unseen reality” actually is. We can use mathematics to map out our reasoning strategy.
To this end, let us look at the “other places” that our mathematical language and physical experiments point to.
The other “places”
Let’s consider what these other “places” are. What are they?
The interface between the “Mental” and the “Casual” plane?
Purgatory?
Vyahrtis?
Cat Heaven?
A Dimensional Construct?
Indeed, these “other places” go by many names.
Most mathematicians call these places “dimensions”, while spiritualists call these places by various names often referring to “levels of heaven”. To add confusion there are other terms often used in different contexts by different people. This adds a great deal of confusion between people of different communication ability; a scientist would have trouble discussing what heaven is compared to a spiritualist discussing what a dimension actually is. Yet both are actually trying to describe the same thing.
Imagine that!
Let us spend some time discussing the term “dimensions”. It is an often abused term with many such definitions and understandings. Well, I am not a linguist, but I will try to elaborate in what I personally consider to be a “dimension” and its relevance to our subject at hand. I do this in the interests of communication.
There are so many ideas and concepts of what a dimension is, and what a dimensional level is that it all becomes imprecise and useless. Because of this, we need a shared structure; and understanding. We can use mathematics.
Mathematics is the language used to describe what Heaven is
“In five years there will be a thousand Keedoozles throughout the U.S…”
-Clarence Saunders
Let’s begin with what we know of as “conventional science”. As stated earlier, our conventional scientific belief is that everything in the physical universe is made up of very tiny string like forms. This theory or belief is known as “Super-string theory”. This is all part of our scientific need to create or generate an overall guiding Theory of Everything (TOC).
String theory, with all of its difficulties, is by far the most promising route to one of the most long-lasting and ambitious goals of natural science: a complete understanding of the microscopic laws of nature. In particular, it is by far the most promising way to reconcile gravity and quantum mechanics, the most important unsolved problem in fundamental physics. At the moment, it’s a notably incomplete and frustrating theory, but not without genuinely astonishing successes to its credit.
The basic idea is incredibly simple: instead of imagining that elementary particles are really fundamentally pointlike, imagine that they are one-dimensional loops or line segments — strings. Now just take that idea and try to make it consistent with the rules of relativity and quantum mechanics. Once you set off down this road, you are are inevitably led to a remarkably rich structure: extra dimensions, gauge theories, supersymmetry, new extended objects, dualities, holography, and who knows what else...
Most impressively of all, you are led to gravity: one of the modes of a vibrating string corresponds to a massless spin-two particle, whose properties turn out to be that of a graviton. It’s really this feature that separates string theory from any other route to quantum gravity. In other approaches, you generally start with some way of representing curved spacetime and try to quantize it, soon getting more or less stuck. In string theory, you just say the word “strings,” and gravity leaps out at you whether you like it or not.
And, the Theory of Everything…
Since Einstein, physicists have been working on a theory of everything (TOE). Logic dictates that for a true TOE, the TOE must be able to propose from first principles, why conservation of mass-energy and conservation of momentum hold. If these theories cannot, they cannot be TOEs. Unfortunately all existing TOEs have these conservation laws as their starting axioms, and therefore, are not true TOEs. The importance of this requirement is that if we cannot explain why conservation of momentum is true, like Einstein did with LFT, how do we know how to apply this in developing interstellar propulsion engines?
These tiny strings form up into different shapes and configurations. These forms are called quanta. There are specific names for each form; each one pretty cool and interesting.
(Quantum Physics.) The quanta then compile together into groupings or particles.
(Particle Physics.) The particles then amass into even larger physical objects called atoms.
(Chemistry) Atoms are the building blocks of the physical world and they in turn can form into a great variety of elements.
(Mechanics.) These elements can be in different shapes such as solid, liquid or gas, and many other quasi states in-between.
We need not worry ourselves with the physical manifestation of quanta. That is the realm of chemists, and physicists. The realm of the quanta is the domain of quantum physicists; these are the people whom study this curious and interesting subject.
The Universal Language
The language that ties all the physicists and chemists, engineers and scientists together is known as mathematics. Quanta is effected by thought and the relationship between thought and the regions where quanta dwells is the domain of spiritualists and religion. Since everyone speaks a different language in regards to their core specialty, it is understandable that there would be confusion.
Additionally, there are other considerations…
The New Scientist article The Omega Man, by science writer Marcus Chown. As Chown puts it: "Chaitin has shown that there are an infinite number of mathematical facts but, for the most part, they are unrelated to each other and impossible to tie together with unifying theorems."
In other words, mathematically, there is no single, preferred set of fundamental truths.
The mathematics that describes our reality is just one archipelago of self consistent postulates and theorems in a limitless ocean with infinite islands bearing no relationship to ours.
Since physics is described by mathematics, this may imply that what we perceive with microscopes and telescopes and particle accelerators as ordinary physical reality is also but one tiny subset of an infinitely greater reality.
Alternate realities created by other consciousnesses could be equally real yet radically different from ours.
Heaven as a Dimension described by Mathematics
According to the mathematics involved, currently the best theory of our universe is called Super-string theory.
In it, is the very interesting proposal that the universe exists in 10 different dimensions simultaneously. While we like to think in terms of a three dimensional “physical world”, “time”, and a six dimensional “spiritual world”, it is actually much simpler than that. (See elsewhere about my discussions regarding a 10 vs. an 11 dimensional universe.)
There is some very interesting work regarding octonions by way of their deep connections to string theory, M-theory and supergravity. Read about it HERE.
Just because we cannot “see” or sense something with our physical senses does not mean that it does not exist. Indeed, when someone mentions “different dimensions”, we tend to think of things like parallel universes. Which are but alternate realities that exist parallel to our own, but where things work or happened differently than in our universe. (Within my writings I refer to this as “world-line travel” to alternative realities.)
Some similar terms…
World-line
Time-line
Dimensional portal or door
MWI slide
“What if” world
Another “reality”
The mathematics behind this is all complex and way, way above my head. You know, guys, I was just a rider on the MWI. I did not design the equipment, install it or maintain it. I just used it. That being said, there are some interesting developments in regards to the science behind the MWI.
Consider the idea that algebra is not as fixed and a reliable tool as we would like to believe it is…
Much more bizarrely, the octonions are nonassociative, meaning (a × b) × c doesn’t equal a × (b × c). “Nonassociative things are strongly disliked by mathematicians,” said John Baez, a mathematical physicist at the University of California, Riverside, and a leading expert on the octonions.
“Because while it’s very easy to imagine noncommutative situations — putting on shoes then socks is different from socks then shoes — it’s very difficult to think of a nonassociative situation.”
If, instead of putting on socks then shoes, you first put your socks into your shoes, technically you should still then be able to put your feet into both and get the same result. “The parentheses feel artificial.”The octonions’ seemingly unphysical nonassociativity has crippled many physicists’ efforts to exploit them, but Baez explained that their peculiar math has also always been their chief allure.
-The Peculiar Math That Could Underlie the Laws of Nature
Illustrative Fictional Adventures
There have been many great science fiction stories on this theme; some of my favorites include “Job”, and “The cat that could walk through walls” both by Robert Heinlein. In any event, a person who could “travel” from one dimension into another might find themselves in a world where there is no letter “J”, or a world where dinosaurs still exist.
However, the reality of dimensions and how they play a role in the ordering of our Universe is really quite different from this popular characterization.
Job: A Comedy of Justice is a novel by Robert A. Heinlein published in 1984. The title is a reference to the biblical Book of Job and James Branch Cabell's book Jurgen, A Comedy of Justice. It won the Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel in 1985 and was nominated for the Nebula Award for Best Novel in 1984, and the Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1985. The story examines religion through the eyes of Alex, a Christian political activist who is corrupted by Margrethe, a Danish Norse cruise ship hostess — and who loves every minute of it. Enduring a shipwreck, an earthquake, and a series of world-changes brought about by Loki (with Jehovah's permission), Alex and Marga work their way from Mexico back to Kansas as dishwasher and waitress.
Quantum theory has some strange implications, one of which is the existence of parallel universes.* If physical reality does bifurcate at every quantum event, creating an infinite number of alternative realities, what happens to consciousness? Does it split as well, implying that twin minds exist in parallel but isolated states? Or does consciousness continue on a single trajectory, thus maintaining the presumed uniqueness of the individual personality? Could consciousness migrate from one trajectory to another, inhabiting perhaps several alternative worlds, or bodies, in the course of its existence? And what are the moral responsibilities of a conscious mind which finds itself in radically different social environments? These questions are important, especially if you are Heinlein’s protagonist Alex, a priggish, religious fundamentalist and racist but who still possesses enough nineteenth century pluck and grit to confront cosmic uncertainty head on.
Whenever they manage to make some stake, an inconveniently timed change into a new alternate reality throws them off their stride (once, the money they earned is left behind in another reality; in another case, the paper money earned in a Mexico which is an empire is worthless in another Mexico which is a republic). These repeated misfortunes, clearly effected by some malevolent entity, make the hero identify with the Biblical Job.
The experience of being thrust from one version of reality to another is a
fact that a fundamentalist interpretation of scripture just doesn’t
cover. Not unless the Christian God is as playfully sadistic as he is
reportedly bloodthirsty. Perhaps the old Norse Loki, the pesky divine
practical joker, is actually behind such apparent irrationality. This is
the god of changing rules; just when you think you know the way the
world works from a moral perspective, Loki pulls the rug out.
And…
The Cat Who Walks Through Walls is a science fiction novel by American writer Robert A. Heinlein, published in 1985. Like many of his later novels, it features Lazarus Long and Jubal Harshaw as supporting characters. Campbell and Novak are rescued by an organization known as the Time Corps under the leadership of Lazarus Long.
After giving Campbell a new leg to replace one lost in combat years before, the Time Corps attempt to recruit Campbell for a special mission. Accepting only on Gwen's account, Campbell agrees to assist a team to retrieve the decommissioned Mike, a sentient computer introduced in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
Engaged in frequent time-travel, the Time Corps has been responsible for changing various events in the past, creating an alternate universe with every time-line they disrupt. Mike's assistance is needed in order to accurately predict the conditions and following events in each of the new universes created. Campbell's frequent would-be assassins are revealed to be members of contemporary agencies also engaged in time manipulation who, for unknown reasons, do not want to see Mike rescued by the Time Corps.
Let’s break it down into something very simple. Let’s have a look at what our “reality” actually is; To break it down, dimensions are simply the different facets of what we perceive to be reality.
That is it.
Dimensions as Degrees of Perception
We call what we observe facets of the dimensions that surround us. Indeed, we are immediately aware of the three dimensions that surround us on a daily basis – those that define the length, width, and depth of all objects in our universes (the x, y, and z axes, respectively). We see them because our senses can perceive them. (Ah, but are the dimensions actually there?)
Consider something called “shape dynamics.” Its supporters describe it as a new way of looking at gravity, although it could end up being quite a bit more than that. It appears to give a radical new picture of space and time. It could even alter our view of what’s “real” in the universe.
Einstein, who tackled gravity in his masterpiece, general relativity—a theory that’s just celebrated its 100th anniversary. Back in 1915, Einstein showed how gravity and geometry were linked, that what we imagine as the “force” of gravity can be thought of as a curvature in space and time. Ten years earlier, Einstein had shaken things up by showing that space and time are relative: What we measure with our clocks and yardsticks depends on the relative motion of us and the object being measured. But even though space and time are relative in Einstein’s theory, scale remains absolute. A mouse and elephant can roam the cosmos, but if the elephant is bigger somewhere, it’s bigger everywhere. The elephant is “really” bigger than the mouse.
In shape dynamics, though, size is relative, but the shape of objects becomes a real, objective quality. From the shape dynamics perspective, we’d say that we can only be sure that the elephant is bigger than the mouse if they’re right next to each other, and we’re there too, with our yardstick. Should either beast stray from our location, we can no longer be certain of their true sizes. Whenever they reunite, we can once again measure their relative sizes; that ratio won’t change—but again, we can only perform the measurement if we’re all next to one another. Shape, unlike size, doesn’t suffer from such uncertainty.
This suggests that “size” isn’t real in any absolute sense; it’s not an objective quantity. With shape dynamics, we’re taking this very simple idea and trying to push it as far as we can. And what we realized is that you can have relativity of scale and reproduce a theory of gravity which is equivalent to Einstein’s theory—but you have to abandon the notion of relative time.
Beyond these three visible dimensions, scientists believe that there may many more.
In fact, the theoretical framework of Super-string Theory posits that the universe exists in ten different dimensions. (There is still some argument about 10 vs. 11 dimensions.) These different aspects are what govern the universe, the fundamental forces of nature, and all the elementary particles contained within.
What I want to do is discuss these “invisible” dimensions in the context and framework of our subject at hand. They are invisible to us because our senses cannot perceive them.
Two Realities exist for Humans
So, to keep things simple and clear; there are but two realities experienced by humans. There is a “seen” dimension, and there is an “unseen” dimension. Our relationships between the “seen” and the “unseen” is governed by the limitations of our physical bodies as human with individualized soul constructs.
I have covered why this is the case in sufficient detail here;
I have covered this ψ-ontic / ψ-epistemic duality in THIS POST HERE. I break down that the reality that we exist in is a construct. This construct lies within a much more expansive universe. However, we cannot modify it because there is a threshold that consciousness cannot approach.
There are various solutions to this problem.
The Solutions
What way can we best understand how dimensions (and dimensional constructs) behave within our universe? We aren’t exactly sure, as we are still exploring this avenue of thought.
As such, we then can use that understanding to modify them and travel in and about them. Here are some ideas currently being bantered about…
The extra dimensions are compactified on a very small scale.
We may live on a 3-dimensional sub-manifold corresponding to a brane.
Loop Quantum Gravity. Maybe it’s made up of finite, quantized entities.
Asymptotic safety, might explain why dimensional observation is limited.
Causal Dynamical Triangulations suggests that space is discrete.
Entropic gravity, a model where gravity is not a fundamental force.
Let’s review them briefly, shall we…
1-Compactified as a Calabi-Yau manifold
The extra dimensions are compactified on a very small scale. If the extra dimensions are compactified, then the extra six dimensions must be in the form of a Calabi–Yau manifold. While imperceptible as far as our senses are concerned, they would have governed the formation of the universe from the very beginning.
Fine, but, why so physically small?
2-A 3-Dimensional sub-manifold as a brane
Our world may live on a 3-dimensional sub-manifold corresponding to a brane, on which all known particles besides gravity would be restricted (aka. brane theory).
3-Loop Quantum Gravity
Loop Quantum Gravity. LQG. Maybe space acts like a fabric, but perhaps it’s made up of finite, quantized entities. And perhaps it’s woven out of “loops,” which is where the theory gets it name from. Weave these loops together and you get a spin network, which represents a quantum state of the gravitational field. In this picture, not just the matter itself but space itself is quantized. Thus our dimensional experiences are limited by our perceptions of quantized space.
4-Asymptotic SafetyAsymptotic safety, might be a way to explain why dimensional observation is limited. Progress has been made, most notably by Christof Wetterich, who had two groundbreakingpapers in the 1990s. More recently, Wetterich used asymptotic safety to calculate a prediction for the mass of the Higgs boson before the LHC found it. He was absolutely correct!
5-Causal Dynamical Triangulations
Causal Dynamical Triangulations. This idea, CDT, is one of the newer theories that are being discussed. It was first developed in 2000 by Renate Loll and expanded on by others since. It’s similar to LQG in that space itself is discrete, but is primarily concerned with how that space itself evolves.
One interesting property of this idea is that time must be discrete as well! As an interesting feature, it gives us a 4-dimensional space-time (not even something put in a priori, but something that the theory gives us) at the present time, but at very, very high energies and small distances (like the Planck scale), it displays a 2-dimensional structure.
It’s based on a mathematical structure called a simplex, which is a multi-dimensional analogue of a triangle.
6-Emergent gravity
Emergent gravity. And finally, we come to what's probably the most speculative, recent of the quantum gravity possibilities. Emergent gravity only gained prominence in 2009, when Erik Verlinde proposed entropic gravity, a model where gravity was not a fundamental force, but rather emerged as a phenomenon linked to entropy.
In fact, the seeds of emergent gravity go back to the discoverer of the conditions for generating a matter-antimatter asymmetry, Andrei Sakharov, who proposed the concept back in 1967. This research is still in its infancy, but as far as developments in the last 5–10 years go, it’s hard to ask for more than this.
Anyways…
So let us begin with what we know about these perceptible and imperceptible realms. Or more accurately, what I know about reality and build up “backwards” to help the reader best understand how everything fits together.
Heaven as I Understand It
What everyone seems to think “Heaven” is, is the sum totality of what there is. It is all and everything. Including this blog post and you.
Heaven is also graduated. It possesses different regions and areas. Each region or area have different concentrations of quanta. They form different densities. Some of which are very dense with one type of quanta, and others are dense with other combinations of quanta. It is a complex “soup” or “stew” of quanta that pop in and out and move about all under the influence of other “influences” (I will discuss these later.).
Consider "Heaven" to be everything. It includes the physical universe and the unseen "Heavens" often referred to in religious writings. It is a place where everything is composed of the smallest building blocks or components possible - quanta.
Within this realm, are clumps and arrangements of quanta. The quanta naturally starts to entangle with other quanta. They form arrangements, and dance about in certain ways. Over time, they get larger and more complex. They form things. They precipitate into simpler, slower and coarser things such as physical rocks, dust and energy.
On many websites, and books, the concentration of the “Big Bang” theory always revolves around the formation of the physical universe. It rarely discusses the formation of the unseen universe, and the components of branes, strings, and quanta.
Eventually, some of the quanta form into constructions that obtain sentience. The groups of quanta with sentience are called "souls".
The souls realize that the way that they can grow and advance is to organize their quanta. There is only one problem. Quanta can only organize through entanglements. They need to entangle with other quanta.
The way entanglements work is through association, or better yet, experiences.
Our Bubble of Reality
So, in order to obtain these experience, the soul creates a bubble within Heaven.
It is an environment where the soul can obtain experiences. These “bubbles” are regions that can best be defined as a construction. They are constructed regions manufactured by a given soul to obtain experiences within. These regions are unique and custom for a given consciousness.
A soul exists within “Heaven”. It creates a “bubble” and places a physical body within this bubble. This body experiences the bubble as “reality”. That is what our reality actually is. In the picture above, we see a particular soul, soul A creates an construct. This is a bubble of reality. That reality consists of a physical person surrounded by a physical and a non-physical reality that is determined by the senses of the physical person so constructed.
A soul would connect to this bubble of reality via a “tube” or an interface. We call that interface as “consciousness”. Souls can have multiple consciousnesses but only one consciousness may occupy a given reality at a time.
A bubble of reality consists of four set “dimensions”. Three spacial dimensions and one of entropy; time.
The "passage of time" is simply our reality bubble changing by our thoughts. Additionally, other nearby bubbles also move about and change. They can influence our bubble as well.
The control over this bubble of reality is quite possible. That is because our reality changes with our thoughts. Each thought changes it.
Thoughts of the consciousness within the reality can alter the reality. Thoughts can make or break the experiences of the consciousness. As such the soul can learn from the consciousness and it’s decision making process. This is of course, through manipulation of the three dimensions plus the “dimension” of time.
Consciousness experience events within the reality. As such they generate thoughts. The thoughts alter and create the reality that the consciousness exists within. As such, the consciousness obtains experiences and learns from them.
A really basic diagram of the general organization of “Human” Heaven. Each individual soul constructs a “reality”. It them provides a conduit to the biological presence within that reality. This conduit is known as “consciousness”. Note that no two consciousnesses share the same reality. However, there can be influences in the non-physical reality aspects.
“Seen” dimensions typically are referred to as the physical world. While “unseen” dimensions are referred to as various levels or dimensions of Heaven.
But, what exactly is heaven?
Please refer to the image above. How “heaven” is organized. (above). This diagram if a simplistic version of what a human “heaven” looks like. Let’s suppose you (the reader) is sitting down in your house reading this manuscript. That figure is the icon of the blue person shown by (B). You exist within this “bubble” or reality also shown by (R1). This “reality” includes the chair you sit in, the television show that you are watching, and the coffee beside you.
Extending beyond your (physical) reality is your “extended” (non-physical) reality (R2) which consists of your thoughts, memories and everything associated with it (also known as the “quantum cloud”).
Your thoughts regarding what you are now reading are moving about in this (R2) reality. This area contains not only thought, but emotion and other generated “influences” (far too complex to discuss at this time).
However, you have a soul (A) that is part of who you are. This soul only partially occupies your reality. In fact, it spends the vast bulk of it’s time outside of your “reality”. You know it exists, but you are unaware of it’s “day to day” experiences, challenges and behaviors.
Your soul can create numerous “realities” with numerous “individuals” (of which YOU are but one of the people that your soul creates) occupying those realities. This can occur at different times and at different locations. However, for now, let’s keep it simple and suppose your soul has created only one “realty” (R1) and (R2) for one person (B), you the reader.
Now, let’s suppose that you are married to another person that is part of your life. (A pretty common situation.)
That person would be represented by (C) which is but a “quantum shadow” of another person. It is not the ACTUAL person. It only seems that way. (Though in your reality, that person is just as real as anything else in your reality.)
What you see is their world-line version of where they married you and share your reality. It is not an actual reality (from their point of view, but rather the world-line version of them). (Your quantum-shadow spouse is but one version of a near infinite number of world-line variations of that particular person.)
That person (D) is actually living within their own “reality “just like you are. They may or may not see a quantum shadow of you. It is all determined by their version of reality. This of course is determined by their soul (E).
What is of most interest here is how their thoughts affect your reality (R1 & R2). While we all have our own “bubble” or reality that we live and exist within, our reality is constantly in flux by the thoughts of others (G). We view these effects as the “passage of time”.
A really basic diagram of the general organization of “Human” Heaven. Each individual soul constructs a “reality”. It them provides a conduit to the biological presence within that reality. This conduit is known as “consciousness”. Note that no two consciousnesses share the same reality. However, there can be influences in the non-physical reality aspects.
The influence of the quantum-shadow of those nearest to us absolutely shape and mold the realities that we participate in. We can alter their influence by having “strong personalities”, or trying to isolate ourselves from others. However, the more we do so, the less likely we are to learn lessons and have experiences. It is the overlap of thought influences that create the experiences that we learn from.
Both your (A) soul and your spouse’s soul (E) exist within a heaven (F).
Your soul’s can work out different “realities” or “adventures” for both of you to share to obtain experiences.
A given consciousness with interact with the quantum shadows of other consciousnesses. Together they share experiences. The experiences can be good or bad, but they ultimately help align quanta so that a soul can grow and learn. Thus, it is very important that a given consciousness get the BEST experiences while it is part of a given reality.
The idea, of course, is to obtain experiences and configure the quantum clouds associated with the constructed realities that the soul utilizes. As soul grows and configures itself, it can “improve” and evolve. Hopefully towards an approved soul archetype and sentience.
In the movie “What dreams may come” a Hollywood version of what Heaven might look like is provided. It’s a nice image. However, Heaven can be anything or nothing depending on the thoughts of the soul. Our sentience creates the type of Heavenly realm that our soul inhabits. Which is WHY it is important for humans to have a single defined sentience; one that does not disrupt the sentience’s of other species. In other words, an approved sentience and physical archetype.
As it improves and grows, the vast bulk of it’s quantum configuration dwells at different energy states. Each different energy state has a different place in heaven (F). Two are indicated by (J) and (I).
To prevent confusion, I would suggest that the reader consider “reality” as the first three dimensions, plus “time” as the fourth dimension.
I would then suggest that the fifth dimension, as world-line swapping (alteration of the “reality” “bubble”). This is very easy to visualize by using the above-mentioned model. For to understand what is happening in this case, the “quantum shadows” within your reality are being rearranged.
Fifth-dimensional travel as world-line travel.
In “world-line” travel, all that is taking place is that the “quantum shadows” are being rearranged within one’s “bubble” of “reality”. This is fifth-dimensional travel. In the example above, Fifth-dimensional travel as world-line travel.
Quantum shadow (C) changes to fit the new revised “realty”. (It is now a yellow person instead of a red person.) We, as a participant within our reality look upon these changes as “world-line” travel.
From this point of view, it should be clear. That obtaining world-line dimensional travel is actually accessing our own soul and requesting it to alter our reality to fit our needs, while at the same time keeping the educational lessons that we are to obtain the same or better. This can be accomplished through certain techniques. In my case, we utilized a biological artifice to bend reality (within the confines of my experience structure).
So, in all actuality, there isn’t really any kind of “travel” at all. What is actually happening is the “reality” construct changes in accordance with the wants and needs of the soul.
If a given person, within a “reality” bubble wants to change his “world-line” he would be able to do so with the proper technology. However the changed “world-line” that manifests would be one that would either have the same and equal types of experiences for the soul, or that it would be one that would have more or “better” experiences.
There are even more interesting nuanced versions of “world-line” travel at the “higher” dimensional values. However, for our purposes, let’s keep it simple. I would then suggest anything above the fifth dimension as the realm of “heaven”.
Soul Summary
In summary, then the reader must recognize that the architect of our reality is our own soul. Our reality is a fabricated construct for the purposes of obtaining experiences, and learning so that the quanta (generated by thoughts) migrate into different forms. These different forms result in the shape of our soul. As such, different souls have different energy and positional states within heaven.
Souls in heaven. (With individual realities shown.).
Multiple Dimensions Visualized
The reader might find it helpful to imagine multiple dimensions though a video or short movie. These products exist on the Internet. Some of the better ones include the following.
Now, the reader should not be confused, I am not an expert on this. All that I am is a traveler who utilized the MWI for MAJestic purposes. This video helped me personally better understand what transpired through my experiences.
Imagining the Tenth Dimension – Rob Bryanton (Introductory.)
Well, there are those who completely disagree with this theory and the belief in multiple dimensions and world-line travel.
I believe in the MWI because I was part of MAJestic and I participated in it. So it was easy for me to believe. Others are not so easy to convince. Trust me, I went through some pretty convincing MWI slides let me tell you the reader. Do you want to read about my "training"? Go here...
Here’s another couple of videos…
TEDxBoulder – Thad Roberts – Visualizing Eleven Dimensions (Pretty darn good precisely as he covers the actual “reality” of what space actually is.)
Imagining 10 Dimensions – the Movie (It takes the first video and goes into multiple world-line theory. Worth the viewing time.)
The First, Second and Third Dimensions
Let us begin with a talk about the known and observed world; the physical.
This is the reality that we can perceive, and that we think all other biological creatures can also perceive. It is this realm that almost all the known science and engineering feats of the last century were built upon.
The first dimension, as already noted, is that which gives it length (aka. the x-axis). A good description of a one-dimensional object is a straight line, which exists only in terms of length and has no other discernible qualities. Pretty boring. Indeed. But, add to it a second dimension, the y-axis (or height), and you get an object that becomes a 2-dimensional shape (like a square). Now things get interesting. For we can have art, and pictures and blueprints. The third dimension adds breath and scope. It is the “z” axis of our observable universe. These three dimensions are what describe 3D space; or 3D movies, or 3D CAD software. It is nothing less than what we can experience with our senses.
How we thought it worked…
While this sounds so simple, in truth the mathematics of it can be quite formidable.
At the time when I was involved in MAJestic, we were “pretty sure” that the dimensions that we observed (the 3D world) were but a hologram. This idea, the universe as a hologram, was first proposed in the 1990’s by physicists Dr. Gerard ‘t Hooft and Dr. Leonard Susskind as a way to solve a fundamental inconsistency between quantum physics and general relativity.
At the time, research showed that the holographic principle held in theoretical worlds (The anti-de Sitter spaces.). But, the scientists were pretty baffled, because evidence suggesting that it holds under the conditions found in our own universe had been limited. The issue then was validation of the principles proposed in flat space-time.
At the time of this writing, easily over ten years since I left MAJestic active duty, physicists used two theories of flat space-time to calculate a physical measure known as “entanglement entropy.”
The term describes the amount of entanglement in a quantum system. This is where particles are linked and exert influence on each other across a distance; “entanglement”.
Thus, if quantum gravity in a flat space allows for a holographic description by a standard quantum theory, then there must by physical quantities, which can be calculated in both theories.
The reader need not get too hung up on terms and phrases. Terms can be confusing. This is most common when new terms and phases are introduced “rapid fire” with little utility or context to initiate familiarity. Entropy is just a way of measuring a characteristic or property of something. In this usage, it refers to just how many quanta are entangled.
Indeed, they found that the value of the entanglement entropy in both theories was the same, which means it is possible the holographic principle does actually apply to our universe and by extension, our universe could be holographic. If so, then it is bound by the controls established by the other dimensional levels; “Heaven”.
So, let’s look at what Heaven actually is. For the purposes herein, let us consider Heaven to be all the other dimensions described by mathematics outside of the first three dimensions. Further, let us be rather simple, and refer to all the dimensions of heaven either as “dimensions” or as “levels”.
These are my conventions only, and the reader is free to utilize their own as they desire.
The Fourth Dimension
While the third dimension involves depth (the z-axis), and gives all objects a sense of area and a cross-section. (The perfect example of this is a cube, which exists in three dimensions and has a length, width, depth, and hence volume.) Many people think that that is where dimensional space ends.
That is not true.
For indeed, beyond these three lie the seven dimensions which are not immediately apparent to us, but which can be still be perceived as having a direct effect on the universe and reality as we know it.
Many scientists believe that the fourth dimension is time, which governs the properties of all known matter at any given point. (I am one such person who does not associate or believe that “time” is a dimension.) Along with the three other dimensions, knowing an objects position in time is essential to plotting its position in the universe.
The other dimensions are where the deeper possibilities come into play, and explaining their interaction with the others is where things get particularly tricky for physicists.
Time is a tricky subject.
It should not exist mathematically, but it is perceived to exist by our physical bodies. Our extraterrestrial friends tell us that time is not what we think it is, and we should be very careful using this term correctly. They describe it as a non-critical aspect of the equations of reality that “cancels out” in utility.
The reader can consider this fourth dimension as “time” or as “volume”. What ever it is, it is a fundamental part of the reality that we experience.
For reasons of simplicity, let’s just consider the fourth dimension as something rather simple. The fourth dimension is a barrier that wraps up all the other dimensions together. (I know it’s a cop-out, but that is how I deal with it on a personal level.)
The Fifth Dimension
“You develop an instant global consciousness, a people orientation, an intense dissatisfaction with the state of the world, and a compulsion to do something about it. From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, ‘Look at that, you son of a bitch.”― Edgar D. Mitchell
According to Superstring Theory, the fifth and sixth dimensions are where the notion of possible “Heavenly” worlds arises.
If we could see on through to the fifth dimension, we would see a world “slightly” different from our own that would give us a means of measuring the similarity and differences between our world and other possible ones.
This is where all those great “what if”, and alternate reality science fiction stories come from. (But that is not really true, those are fanciful fictional adventures. The reality is similar but quite different in all functionality.)
The fifth and six dimensions are NOT where those of the “new age” movements would refer to this as the astral or other “planes” of existence. Those are the NON-PHYSICAL realms that are associated with the physical reality. The astral, casual, and other planes described in various Eastern religions are the “non seen” realms associated with our physical (seen) reality. They have three dimensions plus time / volume. They are NOT elements of the fifth, sixth, or higher “dimensions”.
In this fifth dimensional existence and energy state one can “travel” or become immersed into the concepts of “alternative worlds” quite easily. As it is a universe of probability and alternatives.
Fundamentally, at the fundamental or base level it is a place of higher energy quanta. (A first level or gateway towards variations of discrete quantum behavior. This is where they apparently appear to pop in and out of existence. But that is only from our particular view point.)
Paradise can be found here. All we need to do is get a strong hold on our feelings; our emotions, and our thoughts. If we cannot, we are like a sheet in the midst of a terrible hurricane.
The reader should recognize that this is the world of “alternate universes” such as described in the movie trilogy “back to the Future”, or in the books by Robert Heinlein, “The cat that could walk through walls”, “The number of the beast” and “Job”.
The Number of the Beast is a science fiction novel by American writer Robert A. Heinlein, published in 1980. The first (paperback) edition featured a cover and interior illustrations by Richard M. Powers.
Here four individuals travel in a modified air car named Gay Deceiver, which is equipped with the professor's "continua" device and armed by the Australian Defense Force.
The continua device was built by Professor Burroughs while he was formulating his theories on n-dimensional non-euclidean geometry.
The geometry of the novel's universe contains six dimensions; the three spatial dimensions known to the real world, and three time dimensions - t, the real world's temporal dimension, τ (tau), and т (teh).
The continua device can travel on all six axes. The continua device allows travel into various fictional universes, such as the Land of Oz, as well as through time.
Fifth Dimension Travel Limitations
The fifth dimension is only accessible by creatures with a “Service to others” sentience. (And their resulting soul configurations.) For us humans to access these dimensions we would need to utilize mechanisms as described earlier, or in my case, entangle with an extraterrestrial with a multi-dimensional soul configuration.
As far as I know, ONLY service-to-others sentience can access world-line travel using the techniques that I am aware of.
That is because “service-to-self” sentience’s spawn a different type of world-line. Yes, they can travel, but the nature of the worlds so created are too addictive to the traveler. They tend to be snared inside their own creations. They find it impossible to leave.
MAJestic Access to Fifth Dimensional Travel
The dimensional portal as described elsewhere was a fifth-dimension portal.
MAJestic utilizes this portal as a transport mechanism. It takes the individual to certain destinations. These destinations, while they are on different “world-lines”, are all very similar to the egress “world-line”. As such this method can be used for apparent geolocation travel, apparent time travel, and (of course) used to take the members and agents to safe and secure “world-lines” where MAJestic and extraterrestrial benefactors are located.
Who needs a rocket ship when you can just walk through a portal?
Risks
This type of portal egress can only function properly if the person is of a set defined sentience. That sentience is “Service for others”.
Were a service-to-self person were to pass through the portal, they would end up in an environment that would not match that by with the MAJestic organization had created. They would enter and disappear (relative to MAJestic leadership).
What the individual would experience would be anyone’s guess.
Dimensional travel can be perilous if one is not absolutely certain of their sentience and how their thoughts work. Improper programming could result in destination realities (world-lines) that differ substantially from one’s initial intention.
However, I would dare say that it would not fit the programming of the portal. To lie on the form. To lie to the commander, and to have an intention other than what the benefactors would provide would be quite lethal to the traveler. Not only to the physical body, but the soul consciousness as well.
I assume it would be lethal. Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe all that would happen is that they enter a reality that does not match what the gate was programmed for and does not align with their thoughts. Maybe they would enter a really messed up world-line. Some ideas of what they might end up in, for shits and giggles, could be...
A world-line that is perfection. A service-for-self person might find themselves on a world-line where they live a very satisfying and perfect life. One, so amazing and so tantalizing, that they would never desire to leave it. Maybe a little like the Ray Bradbury story "Here there be Tygers".
A world-line that is dominated by Service-to-self individuals. They might find themselves as a slave in a harem or a drone-worker under very primitive conditions. Here they would not be the "top dog boss", but rather on the other side of the spectrum. They might end up living a very terrible life with no way out of it.
They might damage their consciousness, or their soul. We exist within this reality for a purpose. To try to thwart our purpose could have dangerous consequences for the uninitiated. How about a terrible reincarnation cycle that might last centuries? Or perhaps, a long sequence of reincarnated lives as a cripple, a mental retard, or some other hardship. It could be horrible.
They might find themselves materializing as something other than a human.Maybe they egress as a monkey or a goat. Or maybe they egress to a world-line where they are invisible, or very, very sick.
They might find themselves in a world-line without hands or feet. Such as what was portrayed in the movie "The Butterfly Effect".
It is absolutely critical that when you surf the MWI and slide into other world-lines that you are honest with your intent. You cannot lie and act under deceptive concepts and expect your destination reality to be conserved. It doesn’t work that way. Which is one of the reasons why MAJestic members all have one sentience and not a mixture of other sentience’s.
The “Fifth Dimension” Summary
Is the realm of “what if” worlds or alternative World-lines.
With the proper technology, travel in the fifth dimension is possible. (World-Line travel.)
Certain soul archetypes naturally have this ability to travel within the fifth dimension.
The human mind can meditate and “touch” this reality, but will not experience it without soul permissions.
Our inherent “soul permissions” limit our travel to four dimensions obviously, however we can control fifth dimensional reality by mental discipline. In fact, we can control the migration of our reality by thought (fifth dimensional ability).
MAJestic uses fixed technology for fifth-dimensional travel. This is both geographic, temporal, and of course world-line variant.
The Sixth Dimension
Only creatures with minds tuned to higher dimensions can understand them.
“Who is more real? Homer or Ulysses? Shakespeare or Hamlet? Burroughs or Tarzan?”― Robert A. Heinlein, The Number of the Beast
As in many of his later works, Heinlein refers to the idea of solipsism, but in this book develops it into an idea he called “World as Myth”. This is the idea that universes are created by the act of imagining them. Which is pretty much the way it actually works. Thus in his later writings, all fictional worlds are in fact real and all real worlds are figments of fictional figures’ fancy. This is why Heinlein uses the Ouroboros symbology in later works like The Cat Who Walks Through Walls. This also plays into the ideology of “Thou Art God” from Heinlein’s earlier work Stranger In A Strange Land.
Different animals have different minds and different understandings.
In the sixth dimension, we would see a plane of all the possible worlds, where we could compare and position all the possible universes that start with the same initial conditions as this one (i.e. the Big Bang).
In this plane of all possible universes, everything is possible. The fictional worlds that you have read about and watched can be just as real as your today is.
Scene is from the movie “Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow”. By effectively using dimensional travel, you can visit all kinds of alternative worlds. Some much like the one that you currently inhabit, and other wildly different.
Indeed, in theory, if you could master the fifth and sixth dimension, you could travel back in time or go to different futures. Thus lending support to the idea that time does not really exist, but is rather a mathematical construct that controls the entropic states of the lower three dimensions.
I have often wondered what it is about cats and Buddha…
Those in the “new age” movement might refer to this as the “higher” planes of existence.
Such as “casual”, the “mental”, and “spiritual” planes. (But actually, all of the spiritual names and concepts for this dimensional existence are but simplistic terms and definitions for a complex behavior of groups of arranged quanta.)
For our purposes, in regards to “Heaven”, these are “higher energy states” that are reachable given proper training and the right quantum makeup. Never the less they are nothing more than the “unseen” reality of our current “seen” physical reality. They are NOT elements of dimensions higher than the 4th dimension.
Access to dimensional states; the “higher” levels of Heaven is determined by one’s sentience.
“Service to others” sentience permits travel to higher states of heaven.
“Service to self” sentience” is very limiting and does not permit travel to these higher levels. Typically, a “Service to self” sentience is limited to this dimensional heaven and would be unable to advance further.
Some special soul configurations such as the <redacted> possess a unique sentience. I refer to this sentience as a “Stilted Service to self” sentience. It provides the illusion of higher order excursions, but does not actually grant this ability. It is all an illusion.
In the quantum world, the residences or “planes” or existence for the soul; “Heaven” exist in these dimensions. Most interactions with quanta and quantum level devices occur in this dimensional construct. (And it is an actual construct. These constructs are generated by the powers of group thought.)
Why do cats find Buddha so comfortable?
The “sixth dimension” Summary
Can be considered to be what many consider to be “Heaven”.
Is the realm of the various “levels” and planes of existence that humans recognize.
Is the realm of all possible world-lines, and all possible time-lines, and all possible layers of “heaven”.
This is an infinite number of alternate world-lines, time-lines, and Heavens.
Mastery of six dimensional travel is possible with certain soul configurations.
Some earth creatures have this ability, and we as humans are unaware of this fact.
Personally, I like to think that sixth dimensional travel in one where you can visit all the possible alternative world-lines AT ANY TIME along their time progression.
I don’t know how accurate this thought is, but it would be possible in that it would involve porting of Heavenly abilities. As such, the most amazing world-lines would be possible.
World-lines of the most extreme limits of possibility (and improbability) are possible in 6th dimensional travel. Consider this realm to be one where every movie ever conceived, including comics and cartoons, and book stories have a reality where they exist. Here, you craziest thoughts, dreams, and (of course) nightmares can and does exist.
Ah. Some creatures are capable of living within a sixth dimensional reality due to the nature of their souls. They live in peace even though their situation might be far from it. We as humans do not give this any concern, nor do we even consider it. Yet it is a reality.
The Seventh Dimension
Consider a universe that transcends physical laws (rules) and the template of our reality.
In this reality, there are “new” or “different” physical laws.
In the seventh dimension, you have access to the possible worlds that start with different initial conditions. Whereas in the fifth and sixth, the initial conditions were the same and subsequent actions were different, here, everything is different from the very beginning of time.
This is a scene from the movie titled “The Never ending story”. At this level of control the universe can become a very, very different place with different rules and different physical laws.
It is extremely difficult to visualize this kind of reality. Think of this as everything in the universe from the Big bang to every possible future; all of which is accessible by the observer at any given moment.
However, this need not be so strange. Elsewhere, I refer to this dimension from a more practical aspect; that of “shadow world-lines” spawned off of a soul’s primary (world-line).
The “seventh dimension”;
Is an infinite number of “six dimensional” states.
This includes all versions of reality that seem to violate known physical laws, the universe, and everything that we know and could possible conceive of. Up to the sixth dimension, all the physical laws of reality was established and fixed.
The human brain has been identified to work into the seventh dimensional space.
This includes other “Heavens”. In the seventh dimension one could travel between a “Human Heaven”, a “Canine Heaven”, a “Feline Heaven”, and a “<redacted> Heaven” etc.
This is a reality where intelligent pencils can give birth to erasers. This is a reality where water can talk to the person who drinks it. This is a reality where dreams transform into physical events.
In this dimension anything can happen. Anything.
The Eighth and Higher Dimensions
It only get’s stranger. (Is that even possible?)
The eighth dimension again gives us a plane of such possible universe histories, each of which begins with different initial conditions and branches out infinitely (hence why they are called infinities). This is infinitely larger than the seventh dimension. For every alternate world is possible here.
When you can control eight or more dimensional realities, everything can be changed and altered. You end up having the ability to mix and match realities to do your bidding. You become the master of your domain.
It is difficult for humans to conceive. For our purposes here, let’s just agree that humans are incapable of understanding these higher dimensions simply because our brain is only capable of seventh dimensional operation. Anything higher in order is beyond our comprehension.
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The creation of these world-line universes is a function of thought.
They are the direct and absolute consequence of thoughts and ideas, and thus the necessity of nurturing such thoughts are manifest. Indeed, instead of reciting the bland, we must awaken our imaginations.
Here is a movie screen shot from either “Our man flint”, or “In like flint”. These are both comedies from the 1960’s that were a parody of the ever popular 007 James Bond franchise. When you can control your life at the higher dimensions, you can control your reality to an unbelievable extent. Your life can be anything. From a sexy swinging playboy top-secret agent to anything your hearts desire. It’s all up to you. Your wildest fantasies can come alive within your reality.
Let me close with a quote pertaining to the destruction of a magnificent library so that a more contemporaneous and “modern” one can take it’s place. What a sad, sad loss;
“Yet when the doors closed forever … and wise heads declared that Old Main would never be missed, they were wrong. Because here we are, wishing we had somewhere like this to let our imaginations run wild.”-John Fleischman, author of Free & Public, along with commentary from Messy Nessy.
Conclusions
My personal role within MAJestic involved dimensional anchoring the various aspects of the MWI. I do not understand the technologies involved, I only know what I experienced. This is my best guess and understanding on how I believe the system works. I pulled this all out of my head, and I have no clue as to whether it is accurate or not. I only know that this is how I personally feel and believe everything works.
It is presented for the reader for your enjoyment and consideration.
Take Aways
To understand dimensional travel, you must first understand how the universe is set up.
Once, you understand that there are bubbles of reality, and each one is custom for use by a given consciousness, a person can alter their reality utilizing technology.
Soul will permit consciousness alteration of reality provided that it will result in the proper experiences and quantum entanglements.
Simple and slight modifications of the MWI happen every day. It is a world of intention and prayer.
More complex modifications require either [1] technology, or [2] “piggy backing” on to an entity with this ability.
There are various “levels” of dimensional travel, but functionally, I only know what I have personally experienced.
FAQ
Q: If you had the ability to surf the MWI, as you said, why aren’t you living as a rich king in a palace or enormous mansion?
A: Prior to my retirement I did what I was instructed. I ended up in all kinds of different worlds. Some were so very disturbing. During my retirement at ADC Pine Bluff, I was able to retire to a world-line that would be deserving of my own personality. So, I ended up here.
It’s a little under a 5% deviance from my final MWI slide.
This is a pretty BIG deviance. Over the years, the MWI slides vacillated a few percentages over and around. Large deviance’s became rare. So, once the anchoring role was completed, I was permitted to have a deviation that was suitable for me personally.
World-line deviance variation over time.
Initially, I was really, really shocked when I entered this world-line.
This world-line is really nothing at all like the ones that I was working towards. This world line is shocking. The American government is so very corrupt, a negro non-American was elected president, NASA was being dismantled, taxes were about double of what I was used to paying and I was earning less, instead of the United States being in a singular war in Africa, we were involved in eight wars simultaneously, and American girls were terribly, terribly, terribly fat and ugly.
The average American woman now wears a size 20W. This is certainly celebrated in many American websites and posts as avoidance of “fat shaming”. Personally, I think it is disgusting and alarming.
That’s not all. There were no space planes, instead the space shuttle was shut down and we were using Russian spacecraft to get the space-station! It wasn’t even called “The Freedom Space station”, it was called the international space station. Industry was nearly completely off-shored, and most Americans “in the heartland” were unemployed, on opioids, and living off welfare.
Public drinking, smoking, and sleeping was not only banned, but against the law. However, marijuana was pretty much legal. Children were getting arresting for selling lemonade, football games had changed into negro hate-whitey race rallies, and most malls no longer existed. You need to wear a protective helmet and protection to ride a simple bicycle, and coffee cost $5 a cup!
The DHS is well armed with military grade vehicles, and armor. They are trained to fight on American soil. The Obama administration has been setting up the stages for an armed conflict of Americans against Americans.
To me, this world-line is a absolute fiasco. However, this world-line (by other previous enabled actions) permitted me to migrate to an area that better fit my own ideas of perfection. Honestly, America is completely and positively different from what I have been exposed to. Put yourself into my shoes. Imagine living life and lifestyle along the lines of what it was around 1975, and then find yourself suddenly thrown into modern America under President Obama.
It’s one heck of a big shock.
So when I arrived, I just had to get out. For the rest of my fellow Americans, they are just the frog sitting into the boiling water. However, for me, I was suddenly placed in the water alive while it was vigorously boiling. Yikes! This was not what I thought my final egress destination would be.
However, things fell into place. My final destination was not modern contemporaneous America as I assumed. My final destination was modern contemporaneous communist China.
So here I am in friggin’ communist China.
I am happy.
Fools think that more money creates a wonderful life. There are many other aspects of life that define your own personal comfort within your world line. It includes where you live, what you do, your personal satisfaction, your spouse, your lifestyle, how your spouse looks, your pets, your hobbies, and the respect that you get from others.
Seriously, I don’t know about you, the reader, but I do not think that I would be happy in a place where I couldn’t drink beer in a restaurant with my dog and smoke a cigarette. This is a personal freedom that I am accustomed to enjoying. Then I suddenly find myself in an America where even this most basic of freedoms, no longer exists! Come on!
I ended up here where I can live my life in peace and happiness.
What is paradise to one person, could very well be a living Hell to another.
It’s all about trade offs. There is no way that I could retire to a world-line that had everything that I wanted without any trade offs. Remember, you do not learn to appreciate rain until you lived in the desert. That is absolutely true no matter where your MWI slides to. This reality must be one where my soul can organize quanta to my advantage.
All in all, I am pretty happy with my retirement. It’s far better than any of my contemporaries. No, I am not rich. Not in the least. But, I have a really nice and relaxing life. I am surrounded by happy, sunny and attractive people. I eat very well, and am happy. So, I think that my life is just fine, thank you.
My life is really, really different than the people that I left behind in the United States. I really like it.
Q: How were you able to surf the MWI?
A: Initially, I used a fixed portal. This required the implantation of two “kits” of specialized probes in my skull, and special training.
This first portal egress took me to a <redacted> medical facility where a different set of probes were implanted. These other probes, the EBP, enabled me to be entangled in real-time with <redacted> that had a natural ability to surf the MWI.
Q: What if what you think is wrong?
A: It could be. I am often wrong and I have made a lot of mistakes in my past. For instance, I was swindled numerous times. I made some pretty terrible decisions, and once was audited by the IRS. Certainly, I am far from perfect.
If there is but one thing that you, the reader, can learn from this it is very simple. YOU are in control of YOUR reality. Your thoughts change your reality. So you must carefully card what you think about.
You have to be careful about you think about.
Honestly, if you need to, stop reading the news. If you get angry reading the news, then you must stop reading it. The mainstream media no longer REPORTS on NEWS. they are a propaganda device used to manipulate you. For you to live a great life, you need to stop being manipulated.
For you to live a great life, you need to stop being manipulated.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This is my narrative on my experiences when I conducted my first MWI portal egress and transport.
It was done at the NAS NASC Pensacola Florida base within the ELF sub-facility at NAMI. The year was 1981. I was an AOCS in training as a Naval Aviator.
I had earlier agreed to join MAJestic and give up my role as a Naval Aviator. As such, I was trained to use targeting feducials, and had brain surgery to have two kits of probes implanted within my skull…
Background Information prior to Portal Egress
For readings on what happened prior to this event, the reader can read these other posts…
The Portal Egress Narrative
After the probes were implanted, I was instructed to wait outside of the (implantation) cubicle. There wasn’t much to do there. It was just a simple large room with a couple of rectangular posts in the middle. The walls were white and unadorned. I waited alone for about fifteen minutes and then I was joined by my colleague Sebastian.
Sebastian (not his real name) is the name of the other colleague that entered MAJestic with me. We both signed up at the same time, and were trained and implanted at the same time. He was implanted in a implantation booth next to mine.
Together, we waited for about 45 minutes. There were some chairs (Charles Eames Fiberglass Shell Chair) against the wall, so we sat in them and chatted some. There was a lot to say, but strangely we only made small talk. Perhaps we were a little in shock, or maybe it was the medicine that they gave us in the orange juice. There was something big and important that we were involved in, though we had no idea what it was.
Charles Eames Fiberglass Chair. This was a common type of chair and it was used though out the facility.
(As an aside, Sebastian was not always in his implantation cubicle like I was. For a while, he went elsewhere. Where he went and what he did, as well as why it was different from me is unknown. The reader should not get too hung up on this little tidbit of obscure detail elaboration. It is just additional information that may or may not have relevance to the issue at hand.)
Humans need to be a multi-planet species.-Elon Musk
There wasn’t too much to do there. On the wall to our left was a bulletin board with four announcements neatly pinned in place. So I looked it over for a while. That killed about five minutes. Then we sat there staring at the fire extinguisher on the square pillar in front of us. We chatted easily. Both of us had no clue as to what lay in store for us. So we discussed what it might be. We talked about the orange juice that we drank and the probes that were shot into our skull. But, mostly we speculated about what our future might hold in store for us.
Sebastian wanted to know if I drank the orange juice given to us, and I explained that indeed I did drink it. He wondered what they mixed with it. I had no idea what it was, nor why the dosage was so critical.
We talked about what kind of life was planned for us. We had no clue. We thought that it would be important, but we didn’t know what it was. We had no idea about the many things that surrounded us.
In the Waiting area
“we have things out there that are literally out of this world, better than Star Trek or what you see in the movies.”-James Goodall
Eventually the Commander returned and walked us over to another part of the building. Here was an open space set off and away from the offices and cubicles in the building. In it were 25 chairs with a built in writing surface. These are standard classroom desks as found in universities and educational establishments throughout the country. These chairs were arranged in five rows of five chairs. Facing the chairs was a wide podium with a desk and a table next to it. On the table were some papers, pencils and office stationary. On the desk were two huge bound books of dot-matrix computer printouts.
This is a bound book of computer dot matrix printouts all bound together. It was very common in the day.
Dot matrix printing or impact matrix printing is a type of computer printing which uses a print head that runs back and forth, or in an up and down motion, on the page and prints by impact, striking an ink-soaked cloth ribbon against the paper, much like the print mechanism on a typewriter. However, unlike a typewriter or daisy wheel printer, letters are drawn out of a dot matrix, and thus, varied fonts and arbitrary graphics can be produced.
The Others who also Conducted Portal Egress
The girls were amazing. All were beautiful and stunning. They all were (ranked) 8+ on a beauty scale.
On the chairs were the same girls that we saw earlier at the lecture. They were busy filling out some papers that were given to them. Again, as we noticed earlier, all the girls were very pretty and attractive.
They all wore civilian clothes, which is very odd as were in a very restricted part of the base, were no civilians were ever permitted. (Sebastian and myself were wearing our uniforms.)
They were all our age range; in their low to middle 20’s, and were busy answering the questions on the form, and speaking in low tones to each other from time to time.
These were all very attractive girls without exception. There weren’t any fat, ugly, squat or marginally attractive girls in the group. There were absolutely NO fat or plump girls. All were slim. Even the more curvy girls had really thin waists. Though they were in different heights and body shapes, not one had any extra body fat. Lovers of “big booty” would be very unhappy.
It was almost as if it was some kind of a smorgasbord of beautiful women.
This is not to say that they were all models. Some were tall, while others were short. Some were slightly curvy, while others were thin and leggy.
Zaftig /zäftig/ adjective: (of a woman) Having a full, rounded figure; plump. Like that of Hilda. See HERE.
It is almost like they were a collection of the kind of women which men fantasize about; a collection of the women from Playboy Magazine. Not one of the girls there were any less than an 9/10 on the attractiveness rating scale. I repeat; not one of the girls were anything less than jaw-dropping stunning.
The girls were all dressed nice. Though none of them carried purses, wore watches, bracelets, earrings, or rings. While their hair looked perfect, none wore bows or hair pieces of any shape or style.
In hindsight, this was an important point; a point that still eludes me to this day. These women were chosen to enter a SAP program, and were implanted (perhaps with a less invasive series of probes or probe kits) and were all attractive. Why would we be included with a group of very attractive women? What was their role that would involve such an obvious utilization of physical beauty? One can only speculate.
Special access programs (SAPs) in the federal government of the United States of America are security protocols that provides highly classified information with safeguards and access restrictions that exceed those for regular (collateral) classified information.
We joined the group of girls and noticed that none of them appeared to have had the probes implanted in their skulls like we had. Instead, their hair was all in place, and they looked very attractive and chatty. Perhaps it was done at some other time.
However for us, we had our heads shaved with a band-aide on the top of our skulls. After all, our implantation procedure occurred in the late morning that Monday, and we first saw the girls prior to our implantation. The 15 to 20 women would have had to have been implanted previous to their filling out the forms. This would have taken all day to do so.
Sebastian and I were alone with a group of 30 super attractive girls.
Filling out the Portal Egress Handout
We were led to the desk chairs where the ladies were sitting. About one half of them were open at the time. Once we sat down, the escort left us. As soon as we got our bearings, we both got up and selected different seats a little back towards the middle of the group. In short order, another seaman came towards us from the “front” of the area. He had a short stack of papers and a box of pencils in his two hands.
We were all given out a typewritten handout of questions that we were to answer, along with a pencil. This was a standard number two pencil with a yellow body and an eraser at the end. All of the pencils in the box that was handed out to us were all smartly sharpened, though they were of different lengths and sizes. The pencils were provided to us from a low cardboard box. All of the pencils were clean (if previously used) and sharpened to a very nice point.
The paper itself was a mimeographed handout. The handout consisted of two pages, both stapled sharply in the upper left hand side. Both sheets were had questions, so in total there were four sides of questions. All the questions were in the faded robin’s-egg blue color so typical of mimeographed printing. Additionally, each question consisted with a number, and a blank area from which to write our answers down upon. The blank area consisted of a long line. In other words; “_________”.
The Questions
The questions on the paper were innocuous, and appeared childish.
However, it was pointed out to us that we absolutely had to be truthful in answering the questions. It was better not to answer than to provide a wrong, or false answer. There was an intensity and seriousness to this request that is beyond my ability to convey at this moment.
This was not your average university quiz distribution. Not in the least. The impression that we had was that we needed to complete everything as accurately as possible to guarantee our successful roles in the organization.
I went down the list. The questions were all so silly. Who was our favorite actor? What was our favorite color, our favorite kind of pet, our favorite song, album, and group?
My favorite pet was a cat.
What kinds of girls were attractive to us? Their face shape, hair color, build, and mannerisms…? The details on what we found interesting about women were quite detailed and exacting. While the girls were obviously filling out the same form, they were obviously not having too much difficulty in filling the forms out.
What color of eyes did I find attractive? What face shape did I find attractive? What is my idea of the most attractive build of a woman? What is the ideal hair color for a woman? What part of a woman’s anatomy did I find most alluring? What kind of woman’s attitude that I found most attractive? What is my ideal female height?
Of all the questions, I would hazard a guess that good portions, maybe 30%, were related to the attractiveness of the female sex.
Questions about Sexual Interests
They were childish things indeed, and we felt like we were doing something that we gave up in seventh grade.
However, we were specifically told to be accurate as possible on this. In fact, we were told that it was critically important that we be as accurate as possible when answering the questionnaire. We were specifically told to put down the answers that were true for us and us alone, and not to provide answers that we think should belong there.
It is a good thing that this was pointed out to us, as we were willing to do anything that we were told. We wanted to be part of this…
…thing (whatever it was) and would tell them what ever we thought they wanted to hear. However, once we signed up, everything proceeded rather automatically. In fact, it was almost as if we were part of a large complex machine that was churning out some kind of special human agents.
We did not have a clue as to why we needed to fill out the handouts. We did not know why we had to be implanted. We did not know why we needed to drink the orange juice or go where they instructed us. We just listened and went.
What did I find attractive in women? Well, I found that girls like this lass were very attractive in my eyes.
Each of us filled out this innocuous appearing questionnaire, and I was able to do it rather quickly. There really wasn’t any cause to sit down and think about the answers. The answers came quickly and easily.
Yes. The questions were easy to answer.
Answering the Questions
What was my favorite pet? [A cat.] What was my favorite color? [Blue.] What face shape did I find most attractive in a girl? [Oval. I guessed. Up until that point in time, I never really thought about it at all.]
What color hair is the most attractive on a girl? [Black or dark brown, so I wrote dark brown.] It went on and on.
Some of the questions were rather specific and embarrassing. The questionnaire asked what part of a girl’s body is the most arousing to me to look at. [The breasts.] Other questions were just simply childish.
What was my favorite song? [“On the Border” by Al Stewart in his “Year of the Cat” album. It was, after all, 1981.] (Sebastian said Kashmir by Led Zeppelin.)
What was my favorite music group? [Robin Trower] (I said Robin Trower, but there wasn’t a printout ID for it, so I had to settle for Jimmi Hendrix.)
What was my favorite record album? [“Year of the Cat”]
This is the album art (front cover) for the album “Year of the Cat”. I discussed (covered elsewhere) how I had established a list of my interests, likes and dislikes, when I had first entered MAJestic and after my core kit #2 probes were installed. This was the album art for the album that I specified on the handout.
What was my favorite food? [Pizza.] There were many others. Perhaps thirty in total, and they filled both sides of a stapled two page handout.
Exactly 30 years later, during my retirement, the team that flew out to deactivate me had (in their physical possession) the actual handout that I had filled out. I overheard them chuckling about it, and how dated it was. (I might have been immobilized by medication, but my mind was clear and my ears were functioning perfectly.) Obviously there was nothing in it that gave any impression or interests towards any kind of interest in children. Instead it described a young man’s (early 20’s) interests of female beauty in the early 1980’s. I fit the standard profile, as influenced (or reflective of) the Playboy magazine feature girls of that time. The girls were all curvy with large breasts and attractive oval faces. Which is a far cry from what central Arkansas in 2004 viewed as beautiful; Afro-American girls with “big booty” (huge asses) and big pouty lips. (Yuck!)
I wondered what all of this was for. Was it for some kind of ELF dating show like the television show “The Dating Game”? Were we going to join some kind of organization that would pair us up with these girls in accordance to our responses? After all, the girls also were filling out these questionnaires just like we were. Perhaps one or more of these girls would lie on our future paths as a type of destiny. Who knew? We were all obviously involved together in this kind of project; whatever it was. Thoughts ambled through my brain, confused, conflicted, and curious.
I wonder...
Meeting attractive girls for mating without any romance?
Hogwash. However, one must consider the importance of romance and dating. Consider the ritual of the dance. Nothing impresses a woman more than a man who knows how to dance. And by dance I mean ballroom dancing where you lead a gal across the dance floor. None of that “nae nae” nonsense. Basic ballroom dancing isn’t that hard. Start off with the waltz and foxtrot and you’ll be good for most weddings and cruises.
A military version of The Dating Game?
Impossible! The Dating Game is an ABC television show that distilled the 'swinging '60's' into jovial innuendo, gentle double entendres, & unstinting MOD aesthetics. With the huge colorful psychedelic daisies on the set walls, it seemed campily retrograde even for its day. It first aired on December 20, 1965 and was the first of many shows created and packaged by Chuck Barris from the 1960s through the 1980s.
SAP participation...Clearly.
From the lecture we knew that the young ladies were part of a SAP. We also knew that Sebastian and myself were part of a W(U)-SAP program. Was it possible that we were all part of a big general program or project, whereas Sebastian and myself were involved in the most sensitive portion of the program, and the ladies were also part of the project, but there roles were not so sensitive?
I filled it all out in about three minutes. It wasn’t that difficult at all, and then waited in the chair.
Handing in our Answers
About forty minutes later, the Commander walked over and checked my answer sheet. I gave him back his pencil. He asked me again “These answers are all accurate?”. I told him that they were, and watched him walk away with my paper in his hand.
He walked up to the desk at the front of the area, and assigned a number to each answer that I wrote down on the sheet. Most of the answers were easy to assign a code to. But some of them were more complex, and needed to be referenced by using the stack of bound computer print-outs on the desk. Obviously, our answers were specific and cross referenced with the four inch thick computer print-out and assigned a code. This code was then written down on to a separate form attached to a clipboard. Once the codes were assigned he handed the sheet to another seaman who was working on some equipment behind him. Then he walked away briefly.
Perhaps some of the answers that I provided in the hand-out had no clear comparative analog in the answer cross-reference print out. And, as such, the Commander had to improvise and come up with a close approximation for a best-fit solution.
What did I and the girls have in common? Was it that we were all the same age? Yes, that was probably a factor. Was it that they were doing the same thing that Sebastian and myself were doing? No. While they were trained in using the fudicials, they were in a different program, and it was not unacknowledged and waived like ours was.
The purpose of these codes was mysterious at the time. However, I understand the purposes and intentions behind them now. These codes helped to configure the implants to best reflect our natural inclinations and desires. Contrary to what you read on the Internet, you cannot be forced to like something you would not otherwise like.
You cannot be forced to enjoy something that you would otherwise not enjoy.
Probes used to Control our Emotions?
The probes need to be able to match and to control our natural emotional responses, and to do that; they needed to understand what appealed to us emotionally, as well as what naturally repelled us. (Also, the responses helped configure the probes towards a predilection towards specific female archetypes, but the reasoning behind this has eluded me to this day.)
The questions were very pre-Bill Clinton presidency. They did not ask if I liked boys, girls, children, or animals. At that time, it was assumed (as the vast bulk of Americans 99.99% were heterosexual in inclination). When I filled it out, I thought about the girls that I liked and why they appealed to me. I thought about all the Playboy magazines that I used to masturbate to and the Penthouse magazines as well.
I recalled that, at the time, I was extremely fond of the large breasted, voluptuous girls, with maybe a size 6 to 10 build. Now, of course, I happen to be fond of nice leggy girls with strong confidence and a big wide smile, and a bit of a jolly, playful nature.
Raquel Welch. One of the “ideal” girls of my generation. I first became of her by watching the movie “One Million Years BC”. She was a stunner then. I well remember her, bigger than life, on the screen with skimpy caveman clothes and a great attitude.
However, back then, I was young in my 20’s and my exposure to women was limited to a hand full of girlfriends, and the magazines of the era. I would hazard a guess that the ideal female archetype for me at the time was Raquel Welch, or Farrah Fawcett. Though I was always a fan of Lonnie Anderson as well. Big hair, big smile, big breasts… I was a big fan.
Fox Studio loaned Welch to Hammer Studios in Britain where she starred in One Million Years B.C. (1966), a remake of the Hal Roach film, One Million B.C. (1940). Her only costume was a two-piece deer skin bikini. She was described as "wearing mankind's first bikini" and the fur bikini was described as a "definitive look of the 1960s".
The New York Times hailed her in its review of the film (which was released in the U.K. in 1966 and in the U.S. in 1967), "A marvelous breathing monument to womankind." One author said, "although she had only three lines in the film, her luscious figure in a fur bikini made her a star and the dream girl of millions of young moviegoers".
A publicity still of her in the bikini became a best-selling poster and turned her into an instant pin-up girl. The film raised Welch's stature as a leading sex symbol of the era. In 2011, Time listed Welch's B.C. bikini in the "Top Ten Bikinis in Pop Culture".
-Wikipedia
Farrah Fawcett was an American actress, model, and artist. A four-time Emmy Award nominee and six-time Golden Globe Award nominee, Fawcett rose to international fame when she posed for her iconic red swimsuit poster – which became the best selling pin-up poster in history – and starred as private investigator Jill Munroe in the first season of the television series Charlie’s Angels (1976–1977). In 1996, she was ranked No. 26 on TV Guide‘s “50 Greatest TV stars of All-Time”.
A heterosexual person cannot be compelled to be a homosexual person. A normal and healthy man cannot be compelled to be a pedophile. A person who has an interest in football, cannot be compelled to enjoy watching soap operas.
Our interests are encoded in the quantum recesses of our being and thus were extremely difficult to modify. Our minds, both physically, socially, and genetically had already formed the physical arrangements and preferences in our brains. All of us had passed stringent tests, both mental and physical to verify that we were normal and healthy. It was in the best interests of the program that this health be maintained.
Manifested physical and emotional desires are formed in the brain by a complex brew of experiences and genetic markers. They vary from person to person. They are, under the current human technological level, unchangeable and unalterable.
If a person knows precisely what can motivate a person, then that person can ultimately control another through manipulation. This is the carrot-leads-the-donkey technique. Since the probes can access the agent’s brain, it is important on how to utilize the agent’s inherent individual motivations to control them. This applies to everyone implanted. Not only just us, but also to the young women next to us.
Waiting to Leave
“I'd always known that when you went through one of these doors, you went to another planet, and that that other planet might be so far away, you couldn't fly there in spaceship in a million years. Somehow, the whole thing had never seemed strange before today.”― Mary G. Thompson, Escape from the Pipe Men!
We chatted with a couple of the girls beside us. I remember this event quite clearly. The two girls sat together. One was in a yellow chair, with the other girl sat in a red chair and they both got up and slid over to us and chatted next to us. They were both to my right, and then I noticed them when they got up and moved to the row of chairs directly behind us and to our left.
We just sat there talking.
To our side was the huge open chamber where we first entered the building. In it were others; the others whom came before us. In this huge open area we watched them line up into a line and be checked over by the naval personnel there. We all could watch them in the open access room next to us.
There we watched the people line up in the staging lines. We watched them walk from one line to another. Then from that line, we watched them walk forward towards the wall with the embedded fiducials. As they walked towards the wall, we repeatedly watched them disappear.
Disappear! That is correct. We watched them walk straight into nothing. Poof! Gone. End of story.
We watched this over and over. At first it was a great curiosity. So we would watch it with the next person. Disbelief would flood our minds (at least mine) and so we would watch it happen yet again, and again. After about the sixth time, you pretty much get the idea of what was going on. People were just going into some kind of special transport tube; tunnel or portal of some type. The walked into something that we could not see. It swallowed them up. Then there was nothing else. It was amazing.
A New Mystery
This was a subject of great interest. We talked about the mysteries of what we were getting ourselves into and what was going on with the people walking into thin-air in the room next to us. We wondered about where they were going and why. All kinds of thoughts crept into our mind. The thoughts were pretty amazing as they varied from time travel, to a different dimension. But the fact was that we hadn’t a clue as to what was going on. We then glanced over to the handout that we were all holding and queried about it.
“What does this handout and these questions have to do about the invisible door?”
I asked them what their preferences were, and we started to play a sort of game. They would say “I like the color yellow”, and I would then look down at my paper and say “I like the color green”. Then it would be my turn and I would say “I like cats”, and the girl would look down at her paper and say “I like dogs”. It continued like that up until I showed them what I liked in girls. They were pretty taken aback.
“Why do you like girl’s boobies?” they asked. “Why not the eyes or the long legs?” We shared our answers, though the two girls (that we talked to) wanted to hide what they found most attractive in their desires for men. I don’t blame them. But I showed them what I liked, and the girls were surprised. They asked me why I didn’t like smooth skin, big blue eyes or long shapely legs. I told them that I didn’t know why I liked what I liked, just that I did.
I will always maintain my fondness for female breasts, but I have to admit, that as I get older, I have really begun to appreciate the back side of the fabulous female form. Those legs, the butt, and the back all are quite awesome.
We shrugged our shoulders and continued the wait. There was a slight pause of a few seconds (not uncomfortable) and then we continued chatting.
In hindsight it was kind of funny that they showed us their papers and used three or four fingers to cover up their answers about what they found most physically attractive in a man.
Now that I am older, and more nuanced about the ways of the world, I don’t think that I would be shocked by anything that they would have written. They could of written “a long penis” for all I care, but I don’t think that was what they wrote. Maybe they wrote “being tall”, “being a hard worker”, “famous”, “a good listener”, “having big hands”, “a family man”, or perhaps “reliable”. Maybe they want a rich man with a lot of money. Who knows?
Somehow I think that their answers toward the physical desirability of a man was quite different what we would think it was. But, what they did actually write was hidden from us. There was no way that they were going to tell us; two strangers that they just met, what they found attractive in men.
-From the article “Biologist's reading of lonely-hearts personal ads reveals what big-city women really want: Men with money” found HERE.
Anyways… Here’s the secret guys; a self-assured man who doesn’t seek validation or approval is wildly attractive to women.
As we sat there, the girls were slowly being called up by name. In general, it would take approximately ten to fifteen minutes from one girl to the next. One by one they were addressed and left our little group to talk with the petty officer at the podium. He would then verify that their answers were assigned the correct numerical designators.
Often he would ask them a question or two and revise the answers appropriately. Always making sure that their responses were cross referenced in a big printout (it was a big dot matrix printout, as was everything in those days) and they left. Over time the number of girls dwindled away until there were only about four or five girls and us two AOCs.
“Women in this country spend hundreds of millions of dollars every year on "romance books" whose pages are filled with knights in shining armor and genuine heroes coming to rescue the damsel in distress. Why do you suppose that is?”-Devvy Kidd, June 5, 2002
As we sat there and waited, we could easily see where the rest of the girls went.
Next to the waiting area was a large storage hangar. We could clearly see inside of it. It was adequately lighted, as you would expect a warehouse or aircraft hangar to be, but still a little on the dim side. There were two separate lines of people.
The girls would line up in the first line and then (one by one, individually) migrate to the second line. However, it was the second line that was the most impressive to us. For as each girl left the second line, they would walk forward taking three to four steps. They were walking directly towards the chiseled triangles in the cement block wall. On the final step they would walk into nothing and disappear.
“We now know how to travel to the stars. There is an error in the equations, and we have figured it out, and now know how to travel to the stars and it won’t take a lifetime to do it. It is time to end all the secrecy on this, as it no longer poses a national security threat, and make the technology available for use in the private sector.
There are many in the intelligence community who would like to see this stay in the black and not see the light of day. We now have the technology to take ET home.”-Ben Rich, March 23rd, 1993 at a UCLA School of Engineering talk where he was presenting a general history of Skunk Works.
Vintage Drawing of a similar type of transport device. The mere idea that one could just simply walk into “thin air” has a long history. Perhaps it is a fundamental construct of our species intelligence to believe that there are things that cannot be seen, but yet do actually exist. This belief that there are invisible doors or passages or methods to exit from our reality is considered to be the realm of Science Fiction and fantasy. But, it has been my experience that this is not just simply wild dreams and speculation. This technology does actually exist.
The girl sitting next to me (She was so cute. She was a brunette with large deep dark eyes and thick pouty lips.) jarred my elbow, and motioned to her left. “Do you see that?” She asked. I must admit that I wasn’t paying attention.
So she said “Watch.” As I sat there I watched a girl, one who was just minutes ago sitting in the chairs in front of us, walk forward in the cavernous room and completely disappear.
To us, it appeared that she walked into an invisible box.
It was as if a box that had invisible sides, and an invisible depth existed in the chamber. While it was difficult to make out, it was almost like there was an invisible fan with huge invisible blades slowly turning inside the box. And the people walked into this invisible fan, inside the invisible box.
This is exactly what it is like. I absolutely cannot think of a better way to describe this invisible machine. Imagine a big invisible fan, with heavy and slow moving invisible blades churning and grinding heavily inside a big invisible box that you walk into. Of course you can’t see anything, to an outside observer you are just walking into thin air. But that is decidedly not what it was like.
“Wow!” I said. Indeed, it was impressive, and I had never seen anything like it before in my life.
I suppose that it should have been more awe inspiring to me than it was. But we had a busy day, meeting the Commander, getting a hole drilled in our head and having seven projectiles fired into it. Not to mention drinking drug saturated orange juice. Now sitting next to, and talking with, who could easily have been a Playboy “centerfold” model. We were, for lack of a better word, a little stunned over the events of the day. We sat there and watched people disappear into nothingness. We watched perhaps four or five people do this and then turned our attention back to the girls next to us.
The reader must remember that the sight of females were mostly a rare site for us “aviation candidates” at the facility at the time.
In hindsight, we should have asked her what she was doing there and what program the girls were involved in. But, we didn’t. We chatted about our answers on the handout, and we speculated on what might be going on. The talk went from time travel, to a hidden doorway, to a machine that makes people invisible. Truly, we did not have a clue as to what was going on.
It was not like they blinked out of existence. They didn’t fade away. There was no bright flash, or sound. There wasn’t a shimmering surface that looked like water or wavy heat lines. Instead, it was like they walked into something that we could not see. It was very much like a hole, except that the hole was invisible to us. It was a vertical hole that had the edges of the hole and the depths of the hole completely invisible.
Departure
We waited, what seemed to us, a long time. But eventually a petty officer came and got me. He checked my identity and verified my name on his clipboard. Then he double checked the data that he had at his disposal with another seaman near the podium. Once, I was verified and cleared, he led me out of the waiting area into the large hanger area. He took me to the end of the first staging line, and said “Wait here.”.
Yes, our adventure began by entering into this mysterious transport portal. Like the others before us, we obeyed the instructions provided to us and entered the lines of people whom were entering this device.
I cannot transmit to the reader just how absolutely excited I was. I felt like it was Christmas, my birthday, my first sex, and my first love all at once. It was fireworks and pizza. It was jaw-dropping, pure amazement. Everything was coming together and I was going somewhere very special on a mission that was both mysterious and amazing.
Layout of the staging lines prior to egress through the transport portal. The staging line is used for orderly egress and progression into the portal. Since each person had their own settings and calibrations, a procedure had to be maintained to assure that each person would go to their end destination without mishap or accident. In order to accomplish this feat, the stage lines were used to control the entry into the portal by using a series of checks and double checks. That way the chances of mishap could be minimized.
I didn’t have to walk far, and he took me to the first of two staging lines. He had me stand there while verifying my answers in the paper on the clipboard. Again, he checked my name, and made sure that there were no mistakes on the paper. Then, when I had verified that my answers were correct, he took the sheet and went into a canvas-tented area that was setup inside the hangar (off to the side). He handed another petty officer the sheet and verified that the codes written down were correctly transcribed.
The 1st Stage Line
The staging line was very simple. It consisted of a line of people, mostly girls, waiting in a line of approximately six people. At the head of the line was a piece of tan colored masking tape affixed to the floor. Next to the tape was a podium. Another petty officer stood there. He held the arm of the person waiting in the line and would not let them proceed to the second staging line until it was time.
A “staging line” is a simple line or row where individuals wait until told to proceed to a different area. It is used to create an orderly process when moving or directing groups of people. In this application, there were two staging lines. This can also be called a “ready line”.
We were all quiet, apprehensive, and excited. In front of me was a tall blonde haired girl, and behind me was a cute short brunette who smiled back at me when I turned around to look at her. (I also shan’t ever forget her face. She had really large lips and dark brown eyes. Short, she was petite but very curvy where it mattered. She was a real cutie!) But we said nothing. We just watched the people in front of us walk into the void.
The two girls that we had talked to regarding what they found attractive in men had left maybe fifteen minutes before us. They were not in this particular line up that we were in.
I waited in the line for about seven to ten minutes. I would guess that a new person joined the line after two to three minutes. So in all actuality, the entry into the portal took from 2 to three minutes depending on the calibrations necessary.
Three people behind me was my colleagues turn. He waited expectantly like myself. He gave me the “thumbs up” (not only by showing his hand with a thumbs up, but additionally by nodding while looking into my eyes.) , and I returned it back to him. (Actually, I gave him a “chin up” nod and smile.) It was very exciting for us, and my heart was beating quite loudly. Eventually I reached the head of the first staging line. The petty officer checked his clipboard and held my arm with a shockingly strong grip. Then, when it was time for me to progress to the second line, he walked me to the second line. All the time holding my arm most firmly.
His fingers were holding my arm in a vice like grip, this was not any every day clutch.
The 2nd Stage Line
The second staging line was much like the first. Except that it was at a ninety degree angle to the first. Instead of facing north, it faced west.
It is unknown why I remember this direction as “North”. Certainly I had no way to know of my true geospacial orientation at that time.
I was brought up in front of the commander. Since my arm was being held in a rock-vice grip I was unable to salute. However the commander saluted me. He then looked at the clip board in front of him. Checked off the signature section while making sure that everything was in order. Then he nodded to me with a smile, and I was placed in the second line. The seaman who placed me there left, and I just stood alone, but very very excited.
I watched the people in front of me moving forward into the nothingness.
After a few minutes, the Commander joined me.
He stood next to me while we waited in line. He asked me if I was nervous, and I told him that I most certainly was. He stayed with me while the line advanced. When it came for my turn, the Commander looked me straight in the eye and saluted. Then he nodded; shook my hand, and said “Good luck” and smiled warmly.
Why all the special attention for me? He did not do this for any of the girls. No one was there for the girls. They just followed the directions from the Navy personnel. There wasn’t anyone in “charge” of them personally. To me, it seemed like they were in a pretty standardized process, and there was no need for any kind of unique supervision. However, things were quite different for me. Why did I get so much special attention? I wonder why?
The petty officer beside me held my right arm like a steel vice.
Time seemed to stand still, it was quiet. The tall blonde girl in front of me walked forward towards the wall inside the hangar. I watched her. Like the others, she seemed to walk into an invisible spinning corkscrew. (One sweep every 3 to 5 seconds.) One where you couldn’t see the outline or edges of. In a second she was gone. No sound, no flash, no excitement.
She simply walked into nothing.
Into the Transport Portal
Now it was my turn.
I stood at the head of the line, facing the wall. In front of me were the fiducials in the cinder blocks. They lay approximately 15 feet away. The room was rather quiet and a little dim. I looked forward towards the fiducials in the wall, and I focused on them using the prescribed method. With my mind relaxed, and focused, the petty officer then gave me the go ahead.
He said, “Ok, now.”, and suddenly released my arm, while moving me forward.
I walked forward normally.
Vintage picture depicting a transport tunnel. It is the stuff of science fiction; the ability to walk into a tunnel suspended in mid-air and be automatically teleported elsewhere. There have been countless stories that have surrounded this concept, but even I; one of most avaricious readers of the genre found this concept to be meritless. I could understand the ideas of rocket propulsion and faster than light travel. I could understand the idea of being frozen in deep cryogenic sleep. But the idea that one could just imply traverse time and space freely; well, it was always considered to be more of a unscientific fantasy than part of “hard” science fiction. Yet, I for one, can tell the reader that it does exist.
I took the first step forward, and immediately started to feel a slight vibration through my body. It was like a low rumble that shook my body. But it sounded in my ears like a faint ringing sound. It was high pitched but barely audible.
Readers who have experienced medication of any type will recognize that when silences themselves; they will become able to hear a faint ringing sound in their head. The origin of this sound has been speculated as many things, but it is present. This sound was much like that, except very loud and rising in loudness as I walked towards the portal.
I took my second step.
During the second step, the volume of the ringing increased substantially. Up ahead there was no change, it was just a plain wall with the fiducials. I began to not pay so much attention to what was up ahead, instead I thought about what I was feeling. With each movement forward, the vibration and noise increased. The ringing in my ears got much louder and started to tingle. The ground beneath my feet rumbled louder. It was like I was walking in towards an earthquake.
Just them I realized that I had to focus on the feducials, so I did so. Just in time, I might add, as suddenly my eyesight became fuzzy.
Everything was grey. I couldn’t see anything.
By the time I took the third step the buzzing in my head was screaming. I couldn’t feel anything. My entire body was numb and felt like it was wrapped in a wet grey nothingness.
I felt like I was completely soaking wet.
My eyesight turned into a light grey fog and I couldn’t focus. But I could feel that I was close to the portal. The vibration seemed to feel like a swishing and dragging sensation. It sounded like it was coming and going. Getting louder and then receding in a rhythmic manner. It was exactly like I was walking towards a huge wheel that was very heavy and rotating really, really slowly. It felt like it was made of very heavy cement and was grinding away slowly in a very abrasive manner. The vibrations were getting louder and louder with every second.
My face felt numb. Everything was grey. All I could see was endless greyness…
As the howling inside my skull reached a fury, I moved forward into the grey void and…
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Conclusion
This is a narrative of my first MWI egress. I relate how it was conducted and what transpired during it.
The reader should note that there were many people involved in this procedure. Thirty girls, maybe ten Naval personnel, the three members of my cell, and others.
Take Aways
Use of a MWI portal has been available at least since 1981 to selected members of MAJestic.
The portal provides dimensional transport.
Dimensional transport can vary time, geo-spacial location, and world-line realities.
FAQ
Q: When you entered the portal, what happened?
A: That is covered in a different post.
Q: Did you ever see the other young ladies after the portal egress?
A: No. Not as I am aware.
Q: Has the information on the paper that you were given, used in some way to convince you to do certain things?
A: Yes. But, not what I expected. Our reality is much more complex that what is generally understood. Making certain changes, causes other changes to manifest. This can result in unexpected situations and problems.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
In this post, I devote some time discussing how we agents are retired from the MAJestic program. I discuss the ideas and concepts involved.
Since the program was of the highest secrecy levels and the members were all physically implanted, absolute monitoring was necessitated. Therefore systems had to be in place to monitor all members who out-lived their usefulness in the program.
That, unfortunately, included me. This is an explanation of how retirement is conducted and why it is considered important.
Introduction
"I printed all the information... and provided [the retired USAF Colonel] a copy... I watched his eyes and facial expressions. After he was finished, he stated, 'Oh my God, who on this Earth would release such classified material?' I then asked him if all this information was real. His simple answer was, 'Yes, all real'."-Air Force Lieutenant Colonel, currently assigned to the Pentagon
There are many kinds of Black Projects in the United States. Not all of them are associated with MAJestic, and not all of them are treated the same. But, many projects use the same basic kind of ELF technology.
“ELF technology” refers to special implants that are placed inside the brain.
They are controlled remotely through the use of ELF radiation.
The implants can provide a host of features.
The most important feature is the ability to control the access of memories.
I was not the only one so implanted.
Thus, there are many kinds of ELF agents. And, because there are [1] many kinds of implants, and [2] many different purposes for the implants, that means there are [3] many different systems of retirement. Here I discuss the specific retirement of individuals such as myself (as part of the MAJestic umbrella), as well as what I know about the other related activities.
This post ONLY refers to how MAJestic members are retired.
Non-MAJestic members are discussed, but the content is speculative.
I can only relate what I know about my own specific operational cell.
I can only relate how the retirement sequence occurred from my point of view. I can only tell my story. There are others, many no doubt, that have different experiences than what I have. They might find what I have to say as foolish, ridiculous, or crazy. However that is presented here is what I experienced.
Let me relate a story.
I once had the opportunity to ride in a prison transport vehicle with inmates from other prisons and jails. These vehicles travel about the nations, carting prisoners from one area to another. Typically you fit in a van with six to eight others all heading to different prisons. You are all chained together, and ride on hard benches. Often the ride lasts 14 to 16 hours until you are delivered to a local jail to get a bite of food and spend the night.
So, we are riding along. As such, we all started to relate our experiences to each other.
Most of the other inmates told stories about their two-man prison cells, and the food that they ate, and what “Yard Call” was like. When I began to tell them about the ADC in Arkansas. The fact is that many did not believe it. They could not believe that we slept in large barrack sized rooms, ate global (human grade "dog food"), were never given fruit, and did hard labor.
They thought that I was “making it all up”.
However, I wasn’t. My experiences are mine, and that’s how things worked out. There’s neither a good or bad aspect of my experience. They are just what they are. They are my experiences. I suggest the reader suspend their disbelief and read along as I narrate my story.
Why Retirement?
Everyone in MAJestic is implanted with implants. There are numerous types of implants. I know of five specific types. Of which I have three “kits”.
Core Kit #1. (Provides monitoring, controls memory, and permits geolocation for MWI egress. Is passive in nature.)
Core Kit #2. (Monitors higher level MWI activity, ties into specialized extraterrestrial probes. Is active in nature.)
EBP. Extraterrestrial biological probe.
Basic non-MAJestic kit. (Not associated with MAJestic. Provides geolocation and tracking. Used with embassy personnel.)
Advanced non-MAJestic kit. (Not associated with MAJestic. Has more advanced features.)
The ELF implants control our lives.
Retirement using Core Kit #2 Probes
To be adequately “retired”, the implants had to be turned off. The “power” switch on them had to be physically moved from “on” to “off”. (Metaphorically speaking.) This does not simply happen by remote control. It requires a specific “safe” environment.
The person to be “turned off” must sit in a room. There is a specific pattern of ELF radiation that is beamed into the room. This pattern then turns off the core kit #1 probes.
To turn off a person with the core kit #2 probes, the person must also go through a complex shut-down sequence. This is a procedure that lasts from three to seven days. My shut-down procedure fell within a ten-day “window”.
To be retired, the MAJestic implants had to be switched “off”.
Due to the nature of this subject, all that I actually know about is how MAJestic members are implanted. I do not know how other SAP programs are controlled and administered. The reader should take this understanding and realize that some SAP programs are not like others. Each one has it’s own rules and engagement protocols.
Just because an agent has the Core Kit implants in their head does not necessarily mean that the retirement and deactivation procedure would be standardized. There are different reasons why the implants were installed. Thus, depending on whom the sponsoring agency or program was, and the level of activity of the agent, there are different ways of conducting a retirement process.
Different Types of Implants
The ELF implants were mandatory on all MAJestic (black) projects; this was regardless as to which branch of the military that one came from.
In those days, only the military and police were armed. And thus, this was where the MAJestic membership rank and file was culled from. While the CIA, ATF and a handful of other domestic agencies had weapons, but none were active military units. So membership in MAJestic excluded all non-military members.
At that time, it was believed that those whom did not take the oath of service to the United States government, and who did not take the bare minimum training required toward discipline would not be qualified to serve in the organization.
Over twelve years ago, John Perkins published his book, Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, and it rapidly rose up The New York Times’ best-seller list.
In it, Perkins describes his career convincing heads of state to adopt economic policies that impoverished their countries and undermined democratic institutions. These policies helped to enrich tiny, local elite groups while padding the pockets of U.S.-based transnational corporations.Perkins was recruited, he says, by the National Security Agency (NSA), but he worked for a private consulting company.
His job as an under-trained, overpaid economist was to generate reports that justified lucrative contracts for U.S. corporations, while plunging vulnerable nations into debt. Countries that didn’t cooperate saw the screws tightened on their economies.
In Chile, for example, President Richard Nixon famously called on the CIA to “make the economy scream” to undermine the prospects of the democratically elected president, Salvador Allende.If economic pressure and threats didn’t work, Perkins says, the jackals were called to either overthrow or assassinate the noncompliant heads of state.
That is, indeed, what happened to Allende, with the backing of the CIA. Perkins’ book has been controversial, and some have disputed some of his claims, including, for example, that the NSA was involved in activities beyond code making and breaking.Perkins has just reissued his book with major updates.
The basic premise of the book remains the same, but the update shows how the economic hit man approach has evolved in the last 12 years. Among other things, U.S. cities are now on the target list.
The combination of debt, enforced austerity, underinvestment, privatization, and the undermining of democratically elected governments is now happening here. I couldn’t help but think about Flint, Michigan, under emergency management as I read The New Confessions of an Economic Hit Man.
MAJestic membership
All MAJestic members were prior military.
I do not know what it is like today, but I would be very surprised if this changed. Even after the Obama Presidency, there is no way that his influence could extend to the MAJestic organization. MAJestic resides inside the inner workings of the United States government, and is controlled above and beyond the normal communication means.
MAJestic operates independently as a special access carve-out.
MAJestic is populated with culled individuals possessing service-to-others sentience’s. There is no room in the organization for non-service-to-others sentience. The MAJestic organization is populated by humans that all have the same sentience.
Everyone in MAJestic has the same sentience.
In the day to day lives on the Earth, many humans interact with service-to-others, service-to-self, and discordant sentience’s. However that causes all kinds of problems in the long run. It is preferable, and as I understand it necessary, that the organization be properly staffed with only one specific sentience.
As of 2004, this was true and I strongly believe that it remains this way to this day. The reader can forget their childish notions of a liberal happiness-laden progressive-leaning open-minded universe of friendships and loving kindness.
That is not the way it works. That is not the way this universe works, at least.
The liberal progressive dream. That if the world is ruled by one world government that we would all function in love and warmth because our leaders would care for us.
This universe is a tactical training ground, a battleground, so to speak for the advancement of soul. It is not waged as war with guns and weapons for that is all nuanced primitive technology. It is waged in the twilight zone between the quantum realities and the physical sphere. This is a critical battleground. It requires and necessitates control.
Thus the reason why we are in our little nursery and why our overseers, the <redacted>, carefully cultivate our sentience. Thus it is also why they vet any and all applicants into MAJestic.
No service-to-self individuals can ever join MAJestic. The <redacted> can see them (in a quantum sense) centuries ahead of their present human manifestation.
What I know about is how the organization used to be. After 2004, I haven’t a clue as to the shape and form the organization has taken. When I was in the organization, all people were service-to-others with former military training and involvement.
MAJestic no longer exists. Many of the programs have been completed. Those that remain have been absorbed into another organization of which I know nothing about.
Today the situation is quite different. The military is no longer the organization that has access to military grade hardware.
The applicant pool has changed for MAJestic.
All domestic agencies are fully armed in the United States today. The IRS, FBI, DHS, ICE, FAA, FCC and the FDA have full automatic weapons. they all possess fully armored tanks (or tank-like vehicles; after all, a modern APC is a much more effective fighting machine than a World War II tank). They all utilize armored personnel vehicles, helicopters and spy (and kill) drones.
This is an army, no matter what its’ presumable designation is.
American military vehicles deployed on American soil in defiance of the US Constitution. All vehicles were delployed under direction and orders from President Obama. These vehicles are fully equipped for military grade weapons and counter measures. If George Washington saw this he would be rolling in his grave.
However, whether they took the oath to serve and defend the United States, were given weapons discipline training, and were emotionally qualified to serve in the MAJestic organization is not known at this time. Certainly things have changed substantially in the leadership in Washington D.C. over the years.
Thank you President Bush(R), and President Obama(D). </sarcasm>
This section concerns all implanted black project individuals. Whether they are [1] active military, [2] secretive covert military, [3] people involved with extraterrestrials, [4] government officials, [5] state department employees, or [6] implanted scientists. Everyone who has had a Core Kit implantation will eventually have to be retired. All such individuals have to be retired sooner or later. This is even though we were told that we would be in the program for life, it just simply wasn’t feasible to do so.
ELF implanted agents, especially those in MAJestic, need to be retired after thirty years or more.
In General
Unless the ELF field is active, the agent so implanted will have no memory of being an agent. The core kit #1 probes will only permit access to “golden memories” once engaged. If the field if off, there is no access possible.
So, if something happens to the ELF transmitter, or the agent is somehow disconnected from the ELF carrier signal, the agent will lose access to their project-related memories. The memories will still be there, of course, but the agent will have a great deal of trouble trying to index and access them.
Normally, or supposedly, all Core Kit implanted ELF agents are never retired.
Core kit #1 probes are passive. You just turn off the carrier wave.
What generally happens is that the carrier signal is simply turned off from them. Thus they have no active recall of their memories, purpose and training. Instead, they just exist as walking “time bombs”, generally unaware of their training or over-riding purpose.
Core kit #2 probes are active. To shut down the agent, you have to reprogram the core code that runs the probes.
This could be potentially dangerous…
As a MAJestic Agent
Because many have made career decisions based on the ELF directions and mission parameters, many agents eventually feel that they live a confused and non-directed lifestyle. That is because the ELF probe core kit requires the mandatory erasure or suppression of memories.
The Prisoner is a 1960’s era series that depicted the retirement of a secret agent. The agent, when he gave his notice of intent to leave the organization, was gassed and woke up inside a small village known as “The Village”, and kept there under observation and control.
Because of this suppression of memories they are often confused about their lives. They ask themselves such questions as “Why did I quit that successful job in Santa Barbra to move to the Middle East?”, or “What is the matter with me having these urges to purchase electrical components and make these gadgets, only to leave them in a good-will box in another state?”.
Their families might look at them with incredulity and wonderment. Not really understanding that their husband or wife was involved in a major and significant secret project, one that they must never know about. It’s a great burden and has caused great marital strife for all of us so implanted.
But agents do retire. It is not beneficial to keep an ELF implanted agent in the field, in a potentially active role, for longer than 30 years.
Reasons for Retirement
The reasons for the retirement of the agent and their probes are simple.
First off, [1] technology advances. An agent implanted with 1980 technology, eventually becomes obsolete compared to the newer agents. The sensors and probes change.
Not only that, but [2], the agents bodies age and change.
It is actually very simple, as it involves physical and mental changes.
Physical Changes. Physical changes can result in the migration of the probes within the skull. They move about over time. While the agent has been taught how to “center the reticle” for ELF calibration and programming, it does start to become difficult to do. The probes move and the effort to enter them changes.
Emotional Temperament Changes. Thus, as a person ages, they mature. No longer are they the wide-eyed, innocent believers, that they were when they entered the program. They start to question things, and to make experienced judgment calls and decisions. Thus, they are no longer an ideal candidate for “blind” operations, especially if they are of questionable strategic value… or, more (recently) commonly, a blatant misuse of the technology for domestic political gain.
Abuse of this technology
This technology must be kept secret. Bad guys, could abuse the technology.
Yes. A service-to-self individual, once they are aware of this technology would seek ways to use it for their own personal benefit. That is just how service-to-self individuals “roll”. They would use this technology, and use it and the poor hapless agent thus implanted.
The poor agent would then become a “Cat’s Paw”. As a tool; “a cat’s paw”, they get blamed for doing something that originally was conceived, strategized, and implemented by someone else. Usually, in this reference, it is a given political party trying to push some form of political agenda.
Cat's paw is a phrase derived from La Fontaine's fable, "The Monkey and the Cat", referring to a person used unwittingly or unwillingly by another to accomplish the other's own purpose.
I find it personally disgusting that both President Clinton (D), and President Obama (D) used this technology to promote an anti-gun agenda (Both did this. Both, within their first six months in office). Don’t believe me? Read your history.
Cat’s paw is a phrase derived from La Fontaine’s fable, “The Monkey and the Cat”, referring to a person used unwittingly or unwillingly by another to accomplish the other’s own purpose. Above is “The Cat’s Paw” (painting), by Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, depicting the fable “The Monkey and the Cat”
The Techniques
There are four primary ways to retire an implanted ELF operative. It mostly depends on their level of field experience, knowledge, and the type of probes that they had implanted inside their skulls. They are;
Death. The agent is killed.
Debilitated. The agent is rendered inert.
Incarcerated. The agent is isolated and put in a monitoring program.
Mothballed. The agent voluntarily agrees to leave the program.
Death. This death could be caused by “accident”, or by “natural causes”. This method is used from time to time. The United States government is not some evil empire, but this method has a role, and is sometimes used. (Maybe <5% of all retirements.)
This is a borderline falsehood. By every measure, the United States is an Empire. By every measure it is a Police State. By every measure it is an oligarchy. By every measure it is a total surveillance state. But is it evil? That is up to the reader to determine.
Debilitate. This method renders the agent incapable of any action detrimental to the organization as a whole. It does not kill the agent, but renders him “inert”. This necessitates on-going medical care. Since the agent soon depletes their personal savings, it makes them dependent upon the United States social services. Thus, the agent dare not risk their life-support system being jeopardized due to an unauthorized disclosure. (26% About one in four retired agents.)
Incarceration. This form of deactivation includes deactivation of the ELF probes while in a Prison “sorting” and medical facility. Most importantly it includes and mandates post-prison monitoring, usually through the community parole program, or sex-offender registration system. This is the most common method of agent retirement. (68% The vast bulk of agents.).
If you think being tossed in prison for a few years "helps" people, then step right up and accept a fiver (5-year sentence) in an American prison, which is essentially a factory that produces one product: people damaged by imprisonment, deprived of their full citizenship, hobbled by a felony conviction--ex-con beneficiaries of years of tutorials by hardened criminals.
Mothballing. This includes registration at a government ELF facility, with a debriefing and a stern warning towards non-disclosure. This is usually reserved for those in the highest levels of program involvement. As such, those retired in this manner are the most public, or potentially well known of the agents. Only a mere handful are ever retired using this method. (Only about 1% are retired in this way.)
Deactivation of MAJestic Members
“We’re on an express elevator to hell – going down!“-Aliens (1986)
Those of us who have been involved in the Unacknowledged and Waived Special Access Programs of the MAJestic umbrella have their own deactivation procedure.
Any program that involves extraterrestrials falls under the MAJestic umbrella of authority. This is a specially maintained and codified system that assures complete and total control of the information, people and technology associated with these programs.
This program is a sub-set of the basic ELF Core Kit deactivation process.
Everyone, without exception, who falls under the MAJestic umbrella has three ways (not four, I am quite convinced that a debriefing might never be an option for most operatives) that they can exit the program. They can either be [1] killed, [2] debilitated, or they can be [3] deactivated. If they are deactivated, they are processed in such a manner that all credibility, key memories, and resources are destroyed. When a person exits the program, it is done so quickly and quietly.
In hindsight, of course I had to be deactivated and put in a monitoring program. No one outside of my immediate cell had any understanding of my connection, relationship and skills associated with my extraterrestrial benefactor(s).
For all they knew, I could be carrying with me some kind a zombie-extraterrestrial plague. I could be a walking time-bomb with a extraterrestrial embryo inside of me (Aliens-style).
I was an unknown, and even the highest authorities within the program had no idea of what I was capable of. I could be capable of throwing the world into a nose-dive. They couldn't take the chance.
The agent does not expect it to occur.
This is a scene from the movie Casino. Everyone is talking about how the hero of the movie is great, a stand up guy and wonderful. Then one mobster boss, pauses for a minute, and add “…why take the chance?”
Activities Involved
The destruction of memories is conducted through a lockout procedure that is administered in a special ELF equipped facility. This is a facility or place that has a ELF communication terminal within a locked or enclosed area.
The destruction of resources, money, bank accounts and other means that could be used or traced to the agent is conducted by legal means. The government has criminalized so many mundane activities that the average American unknowingly commits three felonies a day.
That’s according to a study by Harry Silverglate, a civil liberties lawyer. This happens, in part, because there are plenty of awful laws most Americans have never even heard of.
One of the worst of these little-known laws is the Foreign Account Tax Compliance Act (FATCA). FATCA is a U.S. law that forces every financial institution in the world to give the IRS information about its American clients.
Complying with FATCA is a huge financial and administrative burden, measured in hundreds of billions of dollars. It’s a paper shufflers dream come true. This is why the vast majority of banks, brokerages, and other financial institutions outside of the U.S. shun American clients. This, in turn, makes it much more difficult to move capital outside of the U.S.
This is done, usually, through a legal investigation involving the seizure of assets.
Asset seizure by both the State and Federal government is illegal by the United States constitution, but was made legal by dubious means under the presidency of Ronald Reagan (R) in the middle 1980’s. Since then it has greatly expanded both in scope and mere volume.
Today, the government has the power to take whatever it wants, when it wants to and how it wants to, and actually does it. The hapless citizen can argue and fight the process, but it is a difficult and expensive battle, so it is one that is rarely fought against.
Alternatively, another agent may be involved that would seize the assets in a non-legal manner.
Finally, the destruction of the agent’s credibility is conducted through the legal system.
The Prisoner; Users manual. All you need to know is right there in your hands. If it is not there, then you do not need to know it.
Use of the American Legal System
All and every ELF agent, who worked under the MAJestic Umbrella, is retired through the existing legal system. The only exceptions are the highest, and most visible members of the organization. They are never retired. Though, sometimes they are killed. (Consider the death of James Forrestal, for example. He “accidentally” fell from his hospital room after he announced that he would no longer agree to the MAJestic Secrecy protocols. )
For the rest of the more active members of the organization, we are retired through the legal system.
Typically agents are observed, and then infiltrated with a secondary agents. This agent usually poses as a close friend, confidant, or spouse. With the spouse technique being the most commonly used venue.
In fact, there is a small group of active agents who do (only) this. You might call the female members “Black Widows”, as they had been married two to four times, and each time their husbands, of short duration marriages, have either been [1] killed, [2] disabled beyond normal functioning, or [3] arrested and imprisoned. This sounds far-fetched, but it works and is effective, and is in place today in the United States. Yes it is. PERIOD. Non-debatable.
If you look objectively, it seems like the United States has waged war on it’s male population. Certainly more so than Nazi Germany did against Jews. Indeed, nearly one in six young men (between the ages of 18-34) in the U.S. were either jobless or incarcerated in 2014.
Further, there is a striking amount of male alienation that has been on the rise since the 1980s. According to the Congressional Budget Office (CBO), out of the 38 million young men in the U.S. in 2014, 16 percent were jobless (5 million or 13 percent) or incarcerated (1 million or 3 percent). The share of young men without a job or in prison has increased substantially since 1980, when just 11 percent of young men fit into either category.
The increased incarceration rates, CBO added, is not necessarily due to an increase of crime, but again, policy decisions.
“Rather, it is largely due to the same policy changes, such as changes in sentencing rules, that have made nationwide incarceration rates about four times as high as they were in 1980. Because roughly 90 percent of all inmates are held in state prisons or local jails, most of the policy changes that have led to increased incarceration have been at the state and local levels,”-CBO
Some thoughts on “Black Widows”
The role of these individuals is to [1] get close to the targeted agent. Then understand them and identify how much knowledge that they know, and assess whether they are a threat or not. Once that assessment is completed, the agent then learns how to secure all assets of the targeted agent, and learns their weaknesses.
Eventually, either through situational events, or planned structured medication, usually voluntarily taken, the [2] targeted agent is positioned for retirement. ( In my case, I actually knew nothing “consciously”. However, it was believed, for whatever reason, that it would be best to fully “retire” me.)
They need to be relocated close to a facility where they are to be retired. They are often [3] provided with a new job or position near one of the approved retirement locations. There are five primary ones in the United States.
The preferred retirement locations are Arkansas, Louisiana, Wisconsin, South Carolina, and Florida. There are secondary locations that are also used. Those involve another ten to eleven states. In general, the vast bulk of MAJestic agents are retired to the primary five states (perhaps 70%) while the rest (30%) are retired to the remaining ten or eleven states. There are reasons for this, but I do not know what it is.
This places them in a region where [3.1] it is easy for them to be arrested and [3.2] where they can be processed with the least amount of trouble and effort.
Then, in short order, usually [4] within 9 months of relocation, [4.1] their assets are seized, their [4.2] work is terminated, their [4.3] friends and support groups are isolated from them, [4.4] their cars are disabled or impounded, and [4.5] their records inaccessible.
Four things might then occur.
They might simply be retired with quiet respect.
They might be killed.
They might be poisoned or treated in such a way as to have a stroke or become debilitated in some way.
Or, they could be charged with a selection of criminal charges requiring substantial post-prison monitoring. usually as a Sex Offender.
Retired
Here, an agent approaches the MAJestic member. They sit down, perhaps at home or in a restaurant. They have a nice talk. A week or so later, the agent is driven to a deactivation facility, either in a government building or on a military base. They conduct the deactivation process, and the retired agent walks home. This is a pretty rare occurrence, for some reason that eludes me.
This is what I thought would have happened to me.
As an aside, Americans need to be care that they do not limp or stutter or act in odd ways. As a result of a nationwide push to certify a broad spectrum of government officials in mental health first-aid training (a 12-hour course comprised of PowerPoint presentations, videos, discussions, role playing and other interactive activities), more Americans are going to run the risk of being reported for having mental health issues by non-medical personnel.
Mind you, once you get on such a government watch list—whether it’s a [1] terrorist watch list, a [2] mental health watch list, a [3] sex offender watch list, or a [4] dissident watch list—there’s no clear-cut way to get off, whether or not you should actually be on there.
For instance, one 37-year-old disabled man was arrested, diagnosed by police and an unlicensed mental health screener as having “mental health issues,” apparently because of his slurred speech and unsteady gait, and subsequently locked up for five days in a mental health facility against his will and with no access to family and friends.
A subsequent hearing found that Gordon Goines, who suffers from a neurological condition similar to multiple sclerosis, has no mental illness and should not have been confined.
Americans need to be careful.
Death
Death is used occasionally. Here the member is killed.
It is done by an agent especially trained to do so. Typically it is a friend, or family member who is used to get close to the target. They then discover the targets routines and habits. Then they create a situation where an accidental or natural death occurs. Sometimes it is very difficult to arrange such a condition. In those events, a suicidal situation is created.
This method of retirement is generally avoided, and it is only used for the most contentious of MAJestic members.
Those who are dead cannot reveal secrets. Painting is of pirates killing the men who helped bury the treasure on the deserted island.
Perhaps less than 5% of MAJestic members are killed. It is, thankfully, a rare occurrence. Contrary to what one might read on the Internet, or see in the Hollywood movie, no one wants to kill anyone. But sometimes, a member might be considered to be dangerous to the well-being of the organization.
According to the initial versions of the death of Frank Olson, it was said that he suffered a nervous breakdown and committed suicide by jumping from the tenth-floor room at the Hotel Pennsylvania in New York on November 28, 1953. However, in 1975 it was revealed that the United States government had purposefully given Frank Olson a large dose of LSD before he became unstable. It was also written that Olson was looking for a way out of the biological weapons business in the weeks prior to his death.In response to the news, the US government offered the family of Frank Olson a $750,000 settlement, which they accepted in 1975. In 1994, Frank Olson’s body was exhumed and a second autopsy was carried out which showed signs of blunt force trauma before Olson fell out the window. The evidence pointed to a possible homicide and in 2012 the sons of Frank Olson officially filed suit in a US district court seeking damages and answers in the bizarre circumstances of their father’s death.
When this occurs, (I would assume that) the first thing that is done is that the organization has a talk with the agent. During the talk, they reason with the person. And thus, gauge whether he or she will continue to be a threat to the organization. If they are still considered to be a threat, they will be killed. But that is quite rare, usually a respectful discussion is all that is needed to steer a wayward agent back into the fold, so to speak.
In fact, if the organization came to me and wanted me to stop distribution of this information, I would do so. I am still a patriot, even if I disagree with the overall rules that we all abide by.
“We had strict orders not to take prisoners, no matter if wounded. My first job was when I finished cutting some of their wire away, to empty my magazine on three Germans that came out of their deep dugouts, bleeding badly, and put them out of their misery.They cried for mercy, but I had my orders.”- Private A.H. Hubbarb
I know that some operatives die as a result of their missions. This is extremely common for those involved in domestic operations. But, this is different from a high-risk assignment. Being a target for termination in this way is ruthless and thankfully, very, very rare.
From what I can gather, most MAJestic members are not retired in this way. We are generally not considered to be dangerous or a threat. We are sort of the “nerds” of the “Secret Agent” club.
The reader needs to remember that all Black-Budget MAJestic members are implanted with various types of probes. But, the implantation program is bigger than the MAJestic organization, and thus non-MAJestic members might and do have specialized probes that are used for various purposes.
Commonly, especially under the Bill Clinton (D), and Barrack Obama (D) presidencies, the implanted members were used to conduct domestic terror activities used to direct political gain.
Often that involved issues related to Gun Control, Sexual assaults and Terrorism. With using implanted agents with ELF controlled probes, which may or may not be part of MAJestic, to utilize gun violence in a highly visible manner the most common abuse that I know of.
Only the most dangerous operatives are terminated in this way. An operative is considered to be dangerous if (1) their implants do not respond properly to diagnostic scans, and / or when (2) there appears to be an increased level of odd or, potentially anti-social behavior.
When targeted for termination in this way, the preferred method used is to drive the agent to suicide by using the probes. This process is relatively simple. A relentless stream of thoughts are sent to the agent suggesting self-destruction. The brain is never given a chance to rest. It cannot sleep. It cannot think. It generally breaks down due to fatigue. This takes from 2 to 10 weeks, but is always effective.
Consider…
Washington Naval Yard Shooting
There are numerous instances of this kind of retirement. Perhaps one of the most poignant was the “Washington Navy Yard Shooter”. This refers to an agent who was targeted for retirement. Not for program related retirement purposes, but rather to conduct a shooting rampage. The idea was to elicit public support for a number of anti-gun legislative efforts by President Obama in 2013.
I wish to relate to the reader a particular incident that occurred in Brookline, a suburb of Boston, during the mid-1990; during the presidency of Bill Clinton (D). I happened to live near a nearby park at that time. It was a park frequented by many families with many small children.
One day, a local union organizer, who I will not specifically name, except to say that he was associated with the education system, placed a rusty old pistol in the playground or park area where children played. I know this. I personally saw him do it. I knew him and saw what he did.He placed a rusty old pistol (I do not know the make, model or year.) in the broad daylight under the bushes, near the swings where children would sit. I say this and wondered, why? Why would he do such a thing?, but I did nothing.
You don't get involved with things that are not your business.Yet, the very next day, all the local Boston newspapers plasted the ALARMING news! The news that “dangerous weapons” were found on a Boston playground. That the children were in danger. That actions needed to be taken immediately! All of the newspapers had editorials about how the guns should be restricted from civilian ownership, banned and only let the government possess the weapons.Look, for the record, I saw this old geezer get out of his light blue car, pull the rusty pistol out of the paper bag that it was in, and place it slowly and carefully on the ground. This was not done in a rush. He took his time. He was careful, and he knew exactly what he was doing. (A close friend who lived nearby also saw what happened and said that this person was a union organizer, but I don’t know if that was actually the case.)
Dear readers, we all are being manipulated. News media is owned and controlled by the government. They want you to act, and REACT to incidents that they set up and control. Please pay attention.
In this case, he suffered a rather long period of harassment designed to break down his will and cause him to do things that he normally wouldn’t engage in. The primary way to do this is to prevent the subject from sleeping. In a short period of time, when deprived of sleep the agent will shut down their most ethical lock down behaviors.
Sometimes non-MAJestic personnel with the power and authority can order technologies and people to do things outside of their core competences. Often, especially with Democrat Presidents, they use ELF implanted individuals to turn on other people with weapons to further a political anti-gun initiative. This is very common and has been used by both Bill Clinton (D) and Barrack Obama (D) on numerous occasions.
Indeed, Alexis complained to police that “stalkers” were using a microwave-type machine to send “vibrations into his body.” Newport investigators took a report and gave it to local Navy police.
Supposedly, it apparently was never passed up the chain of command. But that was not true. He was certainly being monitored. What wasn’t known was where and when his activation would bear fruit. This period of harassment continued for weeks, and eventually caused the targeted individual to seek help at two hospitals operated by the Department of Veterans Affairs.
A member of the military claimed that someone was attacking the ELF probes in his head, demanding that he go forth and shoot up a school. Instead of doing that, he went to the base where he has the probes implanted and started to shoot that place up. It messed up President Obama’s plan to raise a ruckus over access to guns.
Government records show that on Aug. 23, Alexis visited a VA emergency room in Providence, complaining of insomnia. He received medication to help him sleep.
Then five days later, on Aug. 28, he refilled the sleep aid prescription at a VA medical center in Washington. Though, I can personally attest, the ELF harassment waves, for a person so implanted, cannot be subjugated through chemically based medication effectively. A chemically induced state of slumber only covers the harassment frequencies. The body never rests effectively. Truthfully, the best way to block these harassment signals is through a proactive plan that requires work and planning.
While this instance was devoted towards political ends, the procedure and process was a standardized textbook case used for agent deactivation. Why he was chosen and not some other individual is unknown.
Guidelines for the Harassed
For those of you who do have the implants in and need a way to prevent electronic harassment, here are my guidelines…
First of all, [1] DO NOT calibrate the probes when the field is turned on. Do not locate the cursor over the pituitary gland. Even if it means that, you cannot use your eyes. Do not do it. The moment you lock the cursor in place, they can effectively monitor and communicate with you. If you don’t do it, they can still do so, but it becomes very ineffective. (I know that the handlers will demand that you focus. They might even be sharp with you and order you. Ignore them. There is nothing they can do. It is all in YOUR control.)
The picture describes what I “saw” with my visual cortex when the “calibration mode” of the ELF procedure was implemented. This drawing is illustrative only and is not the actual view of what I saw. As good as I am in pictorial representation, any drawing that I could create would be but a poor reflection of the actuality of what transpired before my eyes. It was a pastel rolling landscape of mostly greens, yellows and oranges. Along the “cracks” in the undulating “hills” were bright red crevasses that I found so curious. Image courtesy of the author.
[2] Be careful of the heat generated by the probes. Heat can damage and fatigue the brain. There will also be a lot of heat generated and it becomes very frustrating for the staff to monitor the target’s activities if the temperature cycles properly. Heat is dangerous. It can damage your brain and hurt you. You must be most especially careful regarding this.
There are numerous companies that make forehead thermometers. If you have probes engaged on, the temperature would be all the way in the red zone. It would be in the danger zone. Which is one reason why probe access is severely limited.
[3] Thirdly, drink water only. Do not take drugs or drink. If someone give you a drink, do not drink it. Especially if it is orange juice.
[4] Fourthly, sedate yourself with sleeping pills and rest. Do not drive. Never, ever drive or operate a motorized vehicle.
[5] Fifthly, exit the country. Go far away and tell no one. It becomes very difficult to locate you outside of the country, and while the waves can travel anywhere in the world, their successful operation works best in established areas that are pre-targeted. The handlers rely (as of my experience) on local feedback loops. This would be people, video and audio feeds. Break the cycle. Exit the country.
Shanghai at night. Shanghai is but one of maybe a hundred other cities of similar size and beauty in China.
[6] Importantly, stay away from firearms, knives and dangerous machinery. Get rid of your cell phone. Do not use a phone, a television and stop using the computer. Go cold turkey for a 3 month period. Most of the techniques used by the NSA involve tracking people through electronic appliances. The reader must deny them this route of access. It sounds harsh, and it is. But if you are serious about what you want and how to handle it, then you would take this most important precaution.
[7] Finally, try to sleep in a faraday cage. Ground yourself and the room. Use copper, not aluminum foil. Use a copper fencing or some other material. Steel and aluminum does work and it’s better than nothing. In a pinch, sleep in a van, just make sure that the van’s outer shell is grounded to the dirt. (Take a plain copper wire, and attach it to the frame of the van, and spike it into the dirt.)
[8] Figure about a three to six month period of isolation. Do this, even if it means that you will starve. At least you will be alive.
Synthetic Telepathy
Alternatively, there are other methods to induce this situation in the agent. In the rare cases where the probes fail, or are dislodged terribly, Synthetic Telepathy may be employed. This alternative method is employed whenever the probes cannot be accessed properly. They sometimes malfunction, and when this happens alternative methods must be employed.
The ability to remotely transmit microwave voices inside a target’s head is known inside the Pentagon as “Synthetic Telepathy.”
Synthetic Telepathy has applications in covert operations designed to drive a target crazy with voices or deliver undetected instructions to a programmed assassin.
This technology may have contributed to the deaths of 25 defense scientists variously employed by Marconi Underwater and Defense Systems, Easems and GEC. Most of the scientists worked on highly sensitive electronic warfare programs for NATO, including the Strategic Defense Initiative. It is claimed that directed energy weapons might have been used to literally drive these men to suicide and have over 291 accidents.
Debilitated
“The thing about people who are truly and malignantly crazy: their real genius is for making the people around them think they themselves are crazy. In military science this is called Psy-Ops, for your info.”― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
This method is used to handicap the member so that they are no longer a threat of disclosure. Like the death option, this method requires that an agent get up close and personal to the targeted person. They then use their knowledge to create a debilitation event that would render them into a non-threatening condition.
This would keep the person alive, but keep them focused on their own problems and situations. They become debilitated due to hospital bills, or the inability to get any kind of creative work done. Admittedly this is a pretty terrible thing to do. It is even worse than killing someone.
One of the techniques used to retire former SAP agents is to debilitate them. They then are alive but tethered to the government for medical support.
The technique varies from targeted individual to targeted individual. But it can include mental instability, the loss of a limb, or an organ failure. It could mean a stroke or some other kind of serious illness. The point is that anything that would occupy the time of an agent is what would be used to render them inert from disclosure.
It is also NOT a fairly rare occurrence.
Sometimes, or actually often times, a death is investigated by the local police. So it is rather difficult to arrange the death of a MAJestic member without having the possibility of investigation involved. That is not the case with debilitation efforts. Here the agent can be poisoned, get involved in an automobile accident, or suffer a non-life threatening fall. These situations are much easier to fabricate and the usually have no investigative follow-ups conducted.
If an American Disagrees with a law enforcement official they can be labeled a terrorist and treated as a threat.
A growing number of government programs are aimed at identifying, monitoring and locking up anyone considered potentially “dangerous” or mentally ill (according to government standards, of course).
For instance, a homeless man in New York City who reportedly had a history of violence but no signs of mental illness was forcibly detained in a psych ward for a week after arguing with shelter police. Despite the fact that doctors cited no medical reason to commit him, the man was locked up in accordance with a $22 million program that monitors mentally ill people considered “potentially” violent. According to the Associated Press,
“A judge finally ordered his release, ruling that the man's commitment violated his civil rights and that bureaucrats had meddled in his medical treatment.”
Incarceration
This is by far the most common method of retirement of a Core Kit implanted ELF agent. This is the way it is done. This is also the most common method to retire agents involved in work directly connected with extraterrestrials.
The most common way to retire MAJestic agents is to accuse them as Sex Offenders, sentence them to Hard Labor, and then a lifetime of monitoring as part of the Sex Offender registry. That way, MAJestic no longer needs to worry about the agents, instead, they are being watched and observed by the state government and paid for out of the state budgets.
In fact, aside from the deactivation staff themselves, most of the mainline MAJestic members are also retired using this method.
By far the most common form of deactivation is imprisonment. I am sorry to dash the reader’s precious illusions concerning the United States, but this is how it is done. This is something that they don’t tell you when you sign up. (They never told me, and it wasn’t until <redacted> that I realized that this could happen to me.)
When you are sentenced to “hard labor” in Arkansas you are assigned to work the “hoe squad”. This is a rite of passage for all felons in Arkansas. Everyone must work at hard labor and live in transitional barracks until they can graduate to a “regular” job in the prison. Hard labor is a solid eight hour day toiling in the hot Arkansas sun.
Typically, the agent is arrested for some type of criminal activity. Mostly it is for non-violent crimes, and crimes that require either long periods of Parole, or post-Prison supervision. After all, every agent had been previously screened to make sure that they were capable of avoiding trouble, and that they maintained high ethics through lofty ideals. Therefore, it is difficult to create charges against an agent.
They tend to be rather “middle of the road” in regards to avoidance of criminal activity. All MAJestic members keep a low profile and live very safe and boring lives. We always do. The only implanted agents who might tend to violate laws and go “borderline” and engage in illegal activity are those implanted as part of other alphabet agencies; ones NOT associated with MAJestic activities.
Locking up MAJestic members with active Core Kit #2 probes is the preferred way to shut the probes down, and then monitor the individuals directly in a safe environment. After a few years they are rated in their ability to live life and made sure that the probes are deactivated. As Sex Offenders, they are also monitored for the rest of their life.
After all, we were screened for selection in MAJestic by the <redacted> specifically targeting for a “Service to others” sentience. (MAJestic membership is all and only of one sentience.) That does not lead to individuals who would create selfish acts against another person, would it?
Typically, and in almost every case, a person is arrested and charged with some kind of sexual offense. (It’s not only MAJestic members, but also anyone who is a threat to MAJestic is charged with sexual offenses.)
By charging them with this offense, they are then guaranteed lengthy post-prison monitoring and supervisions. This is the entire purpose of this kind of retirement. That is to keep the agent under loose watch, but still alive and functional.
The most common charge against an agent is for “Child Pornography”. It is [1] relatively easy to accuse someone of this crime.
The obtainment of a search warrant for this kind of accusation is so easy that it is laughable. All one needs to do is make the accusation.
In the 1980’s entire preschools and day-cares were shut down and their owners imprisoned simply because a business competitor accused them of child abuse.
2/5/15 Arkansas Democrat-Gazette/STEPHEN B. THORNTON An inmate holds a class book along a window sill as he waits with others to be released from their living area for classes in the Prison Fellowship program Thursday at the Arkansas Department of Correction’s Wrightsville Unit.
Today, it is just as easy to obtain (what has been referred to as) “no knock” search warrants.
The police just show up unannounced without a search warrant and “hunt” for evidence indicative of illegal activity.
Furthermore, if the NSA wants to remotely make someone look like a criminal all they need to do is hijack their computer. See the post on Disinformation Campaigns, and the software programs of POISONARROW and QUANTUMHAND.
FILE – In this Aug. 10, 2009, file photo, an Arkansas Department of Correction officer patrols a cell block at the agency’s Cummins Unit near Varner, Ark. A legislative subcommittee on Tuesday, Aug. 18, 2015, approved Gov. Asa Hutchinson’s request to tap $7.4 million in reserve funds to open more prison beds in the state. (AP Photo/Danny Johnston, File)
The history behind “no knock” is actually quite interesting.
While today’s search warrants require both specificity and some evidence of wrongdoing, in many ways the colonists had more protections than we do today. For example, the British soldiers [1] could serve warrants only during the day. And they were always [2] required to knock, [3] announce themselves, [4] announce their purpose and [5] give the resident time and opportunity to come to the door to let them in peacefully.
Why?
Well, this was all in observance of the Castle Doctrine, or the idea that the home should be a place of peace and sanctuary, and that it should be violated only in the most extreme circumstances.
Even then, the Castle Doctrine had a long and rich history in English common law, a tradition that carried over in the United States until the Supreme Court began chipping away at it in drug cases, beginning in about the 1960s.
Today, of course, American authorities can break into American homes without knocking. (This is known as No-Knock raids.)
https://news.sina.cn/gn/2018-12-14/detail-ihqackac9048682.d.html?from=wapThe top Chinese physicist was handcuffed and his life was destroyed by the United States
Original title: The Crime of Undocumented! Top Chinese physicist, a life ruined by the United States
At 6:30 in the morning on May 21, 2015, it was just dawn. Xi Xiaoxing, a world-renowned superconducting expert and a professor in the physics department of Temple University, was awakened by a violent knock on the door.
Professor Xi didn't even put on his clothes and ran out to open the door. He was stunned by a series of movie-like mutations.
More than a dozen detectives wearing FBI bulletproof vests rushed into the door. The muzzle of the black hole was directed at Xi Xiaoxing. The other detectives pointed the gun at Xi Xiaoxing's wife and two daughters and let them hold their heads against the wall.
Xi Xiaoxing was handcuffed to "walk" and his life changed accordingly.
Just six months before Xi Xiaoxing was arrested, another Chinese-American scientist, Chen Xiafen, a hydrological expert at the National Weather Service, was also arrested by the FBI in her office in Ohio. She is considered a "spy" of the Chinese government and illegally sent sensitive hydrological information to Chinese officials.
...
Looking back, this series of incidents in 2015 was part of the US action against China-US scientific and technological exchanges. When we started discussing the "decoupling" between China and the United States today, "decoupling" has already begun; when we were surprised by the Meng Wanzhou incident today, the "intimidation" and "cleansing" of Chinese Americans and "pro-Chinese" in the United States may be Has been completed.
Evidence-collecting evidence collection, pervasive monitoring, inhumane treatment, lengthy litigation, high bail and litigation costs, precise procedure "justice" and the truth that will never come, means to create an overall terrorist atmosphere with one person in one case . What we have seen in the Meng Wanzhou incident today, and what we have not seen, and what we may see in the future can be seen in the cases of Xi Xiaoxing and Chen Xiafen...
This is a typical cell block in the ADC. Inmates are housed here until they are considered rehabilitated.
They can conduct raids at night. In theory, we’re today protected by the requirement that authorities show probable cause before serving a warrant, but given the deference judges give to police and prosecutors in much of the country and the boilerplate language you’ll often find on warrant affidavits, you could make a good argument that in many jurisdictions the probable cause protection is little more than a formality. (One would have to be an absolute idiot not to recognize that fact.)
In any case, if the Fourth Amendment is due to the Founders’ offense at British soldiers forcibly entering homes in daylight hours after knocking and announcing to search for contraband, it seems safe to say that the Founders would be appalled by the fact that today, dozens of times each day, heavily armed government officials break into homes, often at night, without first knocking and announcing, in order to conduct searches for contraband.
It [2] results in long prison sentences with little proof.
The reader should be cautioned to understand that the way the judicial system should work, is not the way it actually works. This is the real world, not a television or movie fairyland.
In Arkansas, the law stated that you could get 20 years for each photo of someone under 18 found on my computer. Two photos equaled 40 years. Three photos equaled life.
The age of the individuals is determined by a doctor working for the state government. They review any images and then testify if there is a possibility that the individuals in the photos could be under 18 years old. If so, then the DA will charge the individual under the assumptive prerogative that the needs of the state outweigh the rights of the individual.
And, it always requires [3] post prison monitoring and registration.
By law, all sex offenders are monitored by the state governments where they reside and the costs to do so are absorbed by the local and state budgets.
Finally, [4] no one ever wants to listen to anything that a sex offender has to say. It is a perfect venue to silence former MAJestic members.
“Milo the pedophile? I don't think taking anything this guy with any cred is a good idea....”
-GoingBig Thu, 02/15/2018 - 19:26 Permalink
Contrary to what a person might think, the system was designed this way. Today, many people commit crimes that happen in a nanosecond, without their ever being aware that they have now become a criminal.
Congress creates, on average, more than 50 new criminal laws each year. With more than 2 million Americans in prison, and close to 7 million adults in correctional care, the United States has the largest prison population in the world.
The rise of the American prison nation began around 1978 under President Jimmy Carter. America holds the most prisons, and the most prisoners than any other nation on the planet.
At least 2.7 million children in the United States have at least one parent in prison. At least 400 to 500 innocent people are killed by police officers every year.
Americans are now eight times more likely to die in a police confrontation than they are to be killed by a terrorist. On an average day in America, over 100 Americans have their homes raided by SWAT teams.
Examples
For reading examples of those charged with Child Porn because they were involved in the investigation of UFO’s, MAJestic, extraterrestrial activities and similar issues one can simply follow these links;
Controversial UFO Enthusiast Goes on Trial for Child Pornography
“On Aug. 8, 2017, Romanek was not guilty of distribution of child pornography but guilty of felony possession of child pornography. It was allegedly discovered on his laptop the lewd material.
When interviewed by the investigators, Romankek admitted that he had those some files only on his computer but did not know how they ended up on his laptop. He brought up the theory that a strange person had planted the images on his laptop.
Both spouses have claimed they have been subjected to threats and targeted by hackers because they have secret knowledge about the UFO existence.”
“[Stan] told me he had had concerns because he had in his possession top secret documents that were given to him by a high ranking official from the Air Force. Stan said he thought that ‘someone’ in the government would get in trouble for giving him these documents.”Koopman reminded Romanek that officers were here for child pornography, not about “other documents from the Air Force or anything that has to do with aliens, etc.”
S. Cyber Security Director Convicted on Child Porn Charges
But DeFoggi’s conviction is perhaps more surprising than others owing to the fact that he worked at one time as the acting cybersecurity director of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. DeFoggi worked for the department from 2008 until January this year. A department official told Business Insider that DeFoggi worked in the office of the assistant secretary for administration as lead IT specialist but a government budget document for the department from this year(.pdf) identifies a Tim DeFoggi as head of OS IT security operations, reporting to the department’s chief information security officer.
Promoter of 3-D gun manufacture arrested for sexual assault of a child. What happened is he met a girl on a web site. Visited her at a hotel. Turned out it was setup. She told him that she was over 18. When in reality, she was under 18, and the entire thing was being monitored and videoed by the police.
In 2009, DeHart, at the time an intelligence analyst for the Air National Guard, claimed to have discovered explosive evidence of a CIA plot to implement the anthrax attacks of 2001.
.. A hacktivist allied with the group of online guerrillas known as “Anonymous” as well as WikiLeaks, DeHart became understandably paranoid and, in early 2010, his Indiana house was raided by law enforcement authorities and he soon takes flight...
...the viewer is forced to conclude either that DeHart has been the victim of a nefarious smear campaign spearheaded by American intelligence, which benefits from Americans’ gullible assumptions concerning the supposedly ubiquitous presence of pedophilia in our midst (which has only increased with the recent burgeoning popularity of deranged conspiracy theories such as QAnon), or is attempting to camouflage his involvement with child porn by emphasizing the unsavory motivations of both the FBI and CIA.
Guy who patented a Time Machine arrested for sexual assault;
Marlin B. Pohlman
Pohlman patent. 2006.
“By creating an artificial wormhole time travel is possible. At first glance, such a thing might be too fantastic a notion to believe, yet Pohlman does hold a Bachelor of Science in Engineering Physics, an MBA from Lexington Business School, and a PhD in computer science from Trinity University.
He's also a member of Portland Mensa, and is a Licensed Professional Engineer, Certified Information Systems Auditor, Certified Information Security Manager and Certified Information Systems security professional.
Perhaps he invented the time machine because he discovered he hasn't enough time to squeeze in everything he wants to accomplish?”-Ask Patents
One of the most curious sagas of the entire John Titor story is what happened to the person who patented the John Titor time displacement machine. Whether the reader believes that the person who patented the invention is John Titor or an opportunist is up to the reader to determine. It is certainly a function of whether the reader believes he is a hoax or legitimate.
What is really interesting about this story is what happened once he patented this invention. Please take note;
A guy named Marlin B Pohlman Patents the time displacement machine and related technology.
Pohlman applies for the patent in 2006.
Since the initial application date, the patent status has never changed! No rulings or decisions..Nothing.
No actual patent has been granted in this case (it was rejected in 2007 and abandoned in 2008). The official reason for the rejection is the lack of utility – meaning a lack of sufficient proof of this invention being possible/executable. (Quote: Final Rejection document from 08.08. 2007)
It really is a good patent it's just missing exactly what it says it's missing and that's probably why it was rejected because microsingularities haven't been invented or even observed yet, but they are possible.
But keep in mind this patent isn't patenting Kerr black holes, it's patenting a machine that uses them, even if theoretically.
I think the main reason it was rejected is because he included the John Titor diagrams which are already copyrighted and trademarked by the John Titor Foundation under Larry Haber.
March 14, 2013 . Marlin Brandt Pohlman, a 43-year-old man accused of drugging and sexually assaulting four women he met at parties, pleaded not guilty in Multnomah County Circuit Court to 25 allegations.
Pohlman was held on a $2 million bail – a remarkably high sum for Portland.
He is arrested and sentenced to prison followed by monitoring as a Sex Offender.
Need I remind the reader that most MAJestic operatives are retired as Sex Offenders so that they can be monitored. Most reach this period of retirement after 20 to 30 years in the MAJestic organization. I was retired when I was 44 years old. (I am not saying that this person is part of MAJestic, but rather that this individual is retired in a manner consistent with those whom possess technical “secrets” or abilities.)
“The method employs sinusoidal oscillations of electrical bombardment on the surface of one Kerr type singularity in close proximity to a second Kerr type singularity in such a method to take advantage of the Lense-Thirring effect, to simulate the effect of two point masses on nearly radial orbits in a 2+1 dimensional anti-de Sitter space resulting in creation of circular timelike geodesics conforming to the van Stockum under the Van Den Broeck modification of the Alcubierre geometry (Van Den Broeck 1999) permitting topology change from one spacelike boundary to the other in accordance with Geroch’s theorem (Geroch 1967) resulting in a method for the formation of Godel-type geodesically complete spacetime envelopes complete with closed timelike curves.”
What is most interesting is the large amount of press that he has gotten, and the great lengths made to disparage his background.
“Portland computer expert accused of drugging, sexually assaulting women he met at parties”
“Computer executive ‘raped four women he met at parties after drugging them with LSD, ecstasy and laughing gas injected through spring-loaded syringes'”
“Really? Why all the press on this guy? This shit happens every day.. One link has a ten things you need to know slides how FFS... Something is very fishy here..”-DooobieDooobieDo
“Guys this shit is crazy..read my OP for the edit.. This guy had to be set up”-DooobieDooobieDo
In September 2018, the internet was all a buzz when the Sunspot Solar Observatory was suddenly shut down, and all feed from it was seized and went off-line. Conspiracy theorists were active in speculations regarding sightings of UFO’s and other strange phenomena. Ah, but that was all just nonsense according to officials.
The real reason was Child Pornography. You can read about it HERE.
The First Rule of Money
MAJestic does not have a branch or division that is wholly devoted to retiring agents. That would be a very large (and thus; VISIBLE) activity. Remember, my dear reader, MAJestic is secret.
Instead, they utilize other existing State and (some) Federal programs to incarcerate members as a part of retirement. This is how it is done.
You never use your own money if you can avoid it; you use funding from other programs. It keeps your programs secret, and out of budgetary oversight. It also “frees up” money that can be used elsewhere.
The first rule of money: never use your own. This is true on so many levels, with nothing more substantive as how the United States government supports and retires it’s confidential membership.
Sex Offenders
Most males (all males, but let’s just leave it at that) have trolled the Internet searching for nude pictures, pornography and similar types of media. While most want to avoid searching for images that fall outside their realm of interest, they must scan through thousands of images and media files in the process.
Yet, each file, even if it just exists for a nanosecond on the computer is considered to be fully viewed and “enjoyed” by the computer operator (not the “viewer”) by the American government.
0.000000001 second accessed by the computer = 20 minutes of wacking off.
All it takes is the presence of a borderline image or the appearance of an image that might be construed to be illegal for an actual crime to occur. For instance, [1] legal age adults whom dress up like children is considered to be child porn, even though they are absolutely legal in making the imagery. [2] Vintage photographs depicting nude children over 150 years ago are still considered to be child porn. [3] A National Geographic picture of a native tribe where children go without clothes is considered to be child porn, even if the image is blurred and indistinct. [4] Home photographs of the nude children in a person’s family (such as taking a bath, or crawling around without a diaper) WILL be used against accused in MOST of the prosecutors in the country. (And HAS been used against people in Arkansas.)
The DA will always make the argument that, while the images are “borderline” in legality; it is the accumulative evidence of copious amounts of online pornography, peppered with occasional child porn pictures, which constitute an image of a social deviant and one who has the potential for endangering the community.
When there is an over-riding state interest in incarnating a person, even if the reason is a selfish one or political one, the person will be incarcerated. The facts won’t matter. The evidence will be used to convict. Not at all to determine innocence or guilt.
It is the same reasoning that Idi Amin used to round up dissidents, Adolph Hitler used to conduct genocide against the Jews, and Mr. Mao used against the educated elite in China. Same arguments and same techniques were used then as today in the United States.
Other Charges
Other charges that they might obtain involve being classified as a terrorist or making terroristic threats. But these charges are not commonly used because the agent won’t fall into the Sex Offender monitoring process. The key to the retirement of an implanted ELF agent is the (de facto) elaborate and constraining post-offender monitoring process.
This is the way that the military can track their retired agents, even though it is done through non-military channels. At this date, only sex-offenders are tracked in this manner. Even confirmed actual terrorists are not.
Terrorists and suspected terrorists are treated differently. As most MAJestic agents are not Islamic, come from Arabic genetic stock, or have visited the Middle East, it is rather difficult to place this label on them. Therefore, the most common form of retirement is through the accusation of being a sex offender.
Registration of Sex Offenders
How to prosecute anybody
Look around for "suspicious" behavior, i.e., behavior on the part of a private citizen that can be made to appear suspicious.
Ruthlessly probe every element of the "suspect's" life, using the effectively infinite resources of the State, until enough "suspicious" behavior has been amassed.
Assemble a huge list of charges to place before a grand jury
Present the case in such a fashion as to promote the less plausible accusations and obscure the more plausible ones, thus securing a grab-bag indictment.
Offer the indicted person a plea bargain that will spare him centuries in prison and complete pauperization at the bargain price of a few years and/or a few thousand dollars.
- Francis Porretto
This is desirable (from the point of view of MAJestic) because the sex offender must register their address, phone, internet activity, e-mail, automobiles, and notify the authorities whenever they leave their designated living address. This recording keeping is used to track and monitor the agents so that they can do two primary things. Firstly, they can get a hold of them in the event they need them again.
Many agents possess unique and specialized skills that might be needed in the future for some unknown or anticipated reason. Others might be an exobiology specialist with unique experience with a specific race or technology.
Secondly, they might need to terminate the agent if they feel the agent has gone rogue or became dangerous to themselves or others. Additionally there is a real concern that we might go rogue. No one want’s a “Jason Bourne” walking around unhinged, or a “Mike Howell” (from the movie “American Ultra”.)
The movie American Ultra is a pretty interesting movie. Mike Howell (Jessie Eisenberg) is a stoner (a habitual drug user) trapped in his hometown due to inexplicable panic attacks that occur every time he tries to leave. Planning a trip to Hawaii for his girlfriend Phoebe Larson (Kristen Stewart), he find himself unable to board the plane due to incessant vomiting. Mike’s outlet is his creative side, where he pens a homemade comic called The Adventures of Apollo Ape. Milling about his shit job at the Cash N Carry corner gas station, Mike is busy rolling joints when CIA Agent Victoria Lasseter (Connie Britton) appears spouting strange phrases intended to be trigger words – MK ULTRA trigger words, in fact.
Mike, we learn, was part of an ongoing CIA program specifically identified as MK ULTRA continuing from the 50s into the present, with its latest subproject involving the recruiting of convicts, psychotics and felons into a rehabilitation method where their memories are erased, new “programming” installed and new identities created. Upon completing the program, the subjects are placed in new towns where their lives are controlled and monitored directly by handlers.
-Jays Analysis
The reason for this concern is that the true nature of our training, of our skills, our abilities, and what triggers us into action are top secret. No one knows anything.
Only three people are part of any cell.
No one else knows anything about what roles people have.
The aggregator might know a summary, if they are still alive.
Other MAJestic members might know that we were important, but have no idea of our skills, abilities or capabilities.
Thus, from the point of view of MAJestic it is best if we are kept in a monitoring program for as long as possible. Only a handful of people knew that I was a <redacted>. From the point of view of the rest of MAJestic, I could be a weaponized cyborg, a MK-ULTRA programmed lethal killing machine, or a walking plague.
The problem with top secret programs like MAJestic and other waived, unacknowledged special access programs is that no one knows your role in it. No one knows what you did. No one knows, or believes what you have done, know, experienced, or the skills you have. Thus you must be observed and monitored. No one dares take a chance. That is why agents must be put into monitoring programs.
It was better safe than sorry, so I was placed under institutional observation.
All state and federal prisons have an intake facility to register new felons and give them a medical exam. Most, but not all of these facilities, maintain an ELF evaluation facility (usually just a closet or small office attached next to the prisoner barracks.).
Of course, there are the indexing feducials in place, and a procedure on how to handle these kinds of special individuals when they arrive and are evaluated. (To read about what these are, go HERE.)
The feducials were a shape that was embedded within a cement block. There were two different blocks. One had a basic triangular shape, and the other block had two triangular shapes.
While the equipment is in residence at the facility, the operators are not. They have to be flown in from other locations to operate the equipment. (For the most part, the regular prison guards and employees do not know the purpose of the electronics inside the closet in some of the facilities, nor are they trained to use them.)
For the vast majority of those retired this way, the charge is for child pornography.
It is rare to non-existent that the individuals actually have sexual relations with a child. (Although I would not be surprised that an agent or two, who do not use a computer at all, might actually be “set up” or entrapped in this manner. Like some kind of “sting operation” that might draw the agent with the promise of some kind of illicit sexual encounter, or such.)
The key is simply to have the person labeled under the label of this crime as quickly as possible. Thus, even if the agent wanted to tell their experiences to the world, they would not be believed. It is easy to discredit a person thus accused. No one listens to what the agent reports; they just look at the label places over them.
This is a very effective technique and it has worked successfully for all the other agents that I have been involved with. This is the way that it is done. It is not pretty, or nice. It is not fair or just. It just happens to be the most effective method in place, and it is used successfully in the retirement procedure.
Mothballing
This is what I would assume to be the standard way to treat agents. This was how I thought that I would be retired. In fact, somehow I thought that I was too important to be retired, and that I wouldn’t ever be retired at all. Boy was I wrong.
I do know that there is a policy in place to deactivate agents in this way. But I do not believe that it is commonly used. I now know that retirement in this way is very rare. Unfortunately, the truth is, most ELF agents are either [1] killed or [2] incarcerated.
In the rare event that an agent is mothballed, the procedure is as follows; basically, the agent is called to attend a program, meeting or event on a military base. Then, the field is turned on. They are then registered and debriefed. Finally, the probes are mothballed, and the agent is permitted to access the source code to shut them off.
I believe that this is not a common procedure to deactivate an agent for the simple reason that it relies on the agent to deactivate himself. There is not functional protocol in place to determine whether or not the agent was able to do so successfully.
The agent might simply pretend to be deactivated, but instead retained all their memories, like myself.
Senior members of MAJestic are retired in this manner because they are too high profile to be retired by either of the two other methods. After all, how would it look to have former generals or admirals, business leaders or senior world-class scientists arrested for child porn?
It’s not viable for high profile individuals to be retired using this method. (In the rare instance, that a high visible senior member of MAJestic goes rogue there is a specific procedure that is used; they are killed. Typically, the person is lead to a military base, facility or ideally a military hospital. There they are killed in such a way as to make it look like either an accident, self-inflected suicide, or natural but unexpected causes.)
My experiences, or rather my ego, convinced me that I would be deactivated in this manner. I thought that I was a special person. While not necessarily top of the food chain, I was highly trained, and doing significant work at a level far above most typical Americans. I wanted to believe that I would, at the very least, be afforded the same kinds of treatment of a comparable person who had not opted to join this special and elite program. But rather one that stayed in the Navy to the conclusion of their service contract obligations. But, I was wrong. I was not mothballed.
Mass Deactivation of MAJestic membership in 2005
There was a mass deactivation of members of MAJestic related programs in 2005. I do not know why this occurred. I always thought that we were providing a significant and important service. Apparently, however, someone felt that it would be in the best interests of humanity to cancel the program. This occurred during the Bush (R) Administration. I must assume that the reasoning behind this had some long term strategic or intrinsic value.
Initially, I believed that I was alone when I was deactivated. But after much thought and a little sleuthing on my part, I was able to determine that the MAJestic umbrella was folded up, and replaced with another system with new players and membership. I do not know why this happened, nor do I know anything at all about the replacement program.
I know nothing about any replacement program, or if there actually IS a replacement program.
Therefore, my personal deactivation was just one aspect of a far larger deactivation program. I was not as special as I would like to believe.
You will find that a large number of MAJestic agents imprisoned or charged with State (not federal) sex offender crimes in the years of 2004 through 2006. Typically, their basic age varies from the middle thirties to early fifties. With most being in their mid to late 40’s. Most will have secondary or longer marriages of short (less than one year) duration. Most of the spouses involved had similar experiences of this kind of event sequence.
You will find that most of the charges are for ‘soft crimes”, possession of literature or intent to commit a crime.
All went through a deactivation procedure in the intake facilities in the host state that charged them with the crime. All of the members are now under registration procedures and are all monitored by the US government. They are monitored for sex offenses and criminal activities, but in truth it is just a legal protocol that was put in place to cover a far more important reason; the disclosure of technological secrets.
Conclusion
Every person who is a member of a waived, unacknowledged, special access program in the United States is eventually retired. Most members have special implants embedded within their skull. Those with Core Kit #2 implants need to go to a specially equipped facility and shut off the probes in a controlled environment. Then the individual needs to be monitored for the rest of their life.
This is accomplished by arrest, imprisonment, and a life-time of monitoring as a sex offender.
Take Aways
Because special access programs are so secret, those involved in MAJestic-related operations are treated as potential threat vectors.
No one knows what the threat vectors are. This is simply because no one knows what their role was.
Therefore, agents are retired in a specially equipped facility, and monitored for the rest of their lives.
FAQ
Q: Are there other methods to monitor a retired MAJestic agent, aside from the sex offender registry? A: No. Under the United States Constitution, the government does not have the authority to monitor anyone, unless they are a felon. The work-around is to accuse someone of a crime and then put them into a lifetime monitoring program.
Q: What secrets do you possess that requires you to be monitored? A: I don’t really know. I was entangled with an extraterrestrial species. But, most Americans believe in extraterrestrials anyways, and there are hundreds of people walking around talking about sounds in their heads and such. I’m just another fruit case to them. I talk about the MWI, but that can be brushed aside as internet lore. I mention things about the structure of the MAJestic organization, but that organization was killed and replaced by something else. I’m just an old fart, sex offender, walking around talking about ET and conspiracy stories. I am easy enough to brush aside as a crazy old loon.
A Final Say
The problem with being in a waived, unacknowledged, special access program is that it is so secret. The secrecy is complete and there might be one other person on the entire planet who knows your role and the full extent of your training and what you are capable of. This causes problems. Firstly, the secrecy necessitates a need for monitoring. Who knows what an agent is capable of? Secondly, it causes problems with the agent who often does not like being classified as a bad and dangerous person.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Let’s spend a short moment looking at an observed world-line switch. Here, a woman exits one world-line and appears in ours. She is wearing a thermal coat / blanket, of the type that looks like aluminum foil. The MWI can be traversed in many, many ways and methods. Let’s take a look at what was observed and discuss it based on what I know from my experiences within MAJestic…
Introduction
Here, let me spend s precious small amount of time to discuss very, very briefly something that I am well versed in. While, in other posts, I have mentioned some of my training, and some of what I know about the universe and our reality. I have also covered some things about our non-physical reality. Let’s talk about a specific event that was caught on camera and observed, via the internet, around the world.
But first, let’s lay out some ground rules.
The MWI is real. There are alternative “world-lines” and other realities.
Contrary to what impression that you might have from Hollywood, we do not live on a “world-line” we occupy a “bubble of reality”. Sorry “Doc Brown”…
In the movie “Back to the Future II”, a mad scientist named Doc Brown invented a time travel machine out of a Delorian. Here he explains that happens to a “world-line” when you alter the past. Since that movie, many people are under the incorrect impression that we all live on fated “world-lines”. We do not. We live with individual bubbles of reality that are constantly changing and evolving by our own thoughts and the thoughts and actions of those around us.
Once we are in that “bubble”, we can alter it and change it by our actions as well as by our thoughts. We have this ability through physical action, and thought.
There are many different techniques for changing your reality. I know specifically of four…
These are;
Simple changes to your reality. This can be accomplished by the power of intention or prayer. Not to mention the obvious changes by physical action.
Large scale changes that require fixed machinery and devices to manifest. These are used to transport not only into a different reality, but also to a different geographical region. In this kind of alterations, time and geographic location can be changed.
Large scale changes that can utilize portable devices to manifest. This can be in the form of large and heavy devices, and also in the form of much smaller device, depending on the technology of the user species.
Changes to both the physical and non-physical realities by “piggy-backing” onto an entity with the inherent ability to conduct world-line travel via the MWI.
This is pretty "off the wall" stuff for casual reading, and not really something that you would find on most conspiracy websites. That's fine with me. This is the real deal. Read it or not. I just don't care.
Here we are going to discuss an observed MWI slide, or world-line switch (if you prefer) that took place in Russia on a highway. While I do not know of the specific method used, I personally tend to believe that it involved #2 above.
Travel by Intention
As I have just stated, there are four different ways (that I know of) to traverse the various realities that we can inhabit. The first and time-honored method is to make “slight” changes to our reality. We can do this by taking control of our physical world. This is the realm of (concentrated and directed) prayer. This is the world of “Intention“. By controlling your thoughts, you can control the direction of your life.
The Rice Experiment opened more than a few teenage eyes on how their words and intentions impact their environment. Hopefully, the lesson will translate into their homes and future workplaces. The middle school teens conducted the Rice Experiment. After cooking a pot of rice, they placed a scoop of rice into separate, identical jars and sealed the lids. On the outside of one jar, they wrote “LOVE” while on the other jar they wrote, “HATE.” For the next week, they talked to the jars filling the LOVE jar with kind, loving, compassionate intentions and thoughts. They told the HATE jar it was stupid, ugly, mean and nasty. Then, they watched the results. A year later, these same jars sit on the shelf of our teen room, telling the story of our intentions. The LOVE jar, filled with our divine, loving intentions, remains filled with white fluffy rice. The HATE jar started decomposing right away and quickly turned into a grey, slimy sludge. No kidding. Credit to HERE.
Travel by Portal
There are other techniques. These other techniques are more in-line with science fiction and Hollywood. In fact, my very first experience in MAJestic utilized such a device. Here we have a device that can open up a “space” or a “portal” that one can walk into. Once you enter that portal you can be transported to [1] other geographic locations, [2] other realities, and [3] other times.
This device uses the MWI, multiple world realities, to transport a person from one place to another. Imagine a device that can traverse the MWI, but one that is utilized towards moving things to other “world-lines” with little deviance. The resultant and only change might be geographic. Thus you could use this device to take you from New York City to Pluto, if you wanted.
Pretty cool. Sort of like the movie “Stargate SG1”.
The Hollywood movie, and later, the television series, depicted the use of a gate; a “star gate” that our heroes can use to travel the universe. Of course, since this is Hollywood, there are all sorts of cool special effects and a nice water shimmering effect. In reality none of that is present. You just simply walk into absolutely nothing.
The only thing is that when you travel you have to be very careful how you travel.
If you are not careful, you might end up in a different geographic region AND with a different history. The device alters everything. So you must be extremely careful on what you are doing. When you enter such a machine, you will need to be exactly calibrated to make sure that where you are going is where you will actually end up.
Which is sort of the reason why I, and the girls, had to fill out that detailed questionnaire at the ELF portal at NAMI. (More about that later on in a different post.)
If you are not careful, you could end up in a (so called) “parallel world” that has some serious differences from the world reality that you departed from. here we have a scene (a very famous scene) from the television show Star Trek where our heroes are thrown into a “Parallel world” where they were very uncomfortable in. Sort of how I miss baked beans with my breakfast eggs. On this “world line” it’s all about potatoes with eggs.
Travel by Vehicle / Self
If you had the proper technology, you could miniaturize the equipment that you would use to conduct the MWI slide. You could put it in a vehicle and drive on the roads. Provided that you are not conducting great deviations, any MWI slides would be safe on a road.
Depending on the length of time that that road existed, often hundreds of years, you would be safe on it. The odds of hitting another car, even on a busy road would be small.
That is to say, there won’t be a tree, a building or some obstruction in your way. The land beside a road is often chaotic. You have trees growing and dying over time. You have fields appearing, and disappearing. You have buildings sprouting up and falling into decay. Not so with a road.
The chances would be that the road would be mostly clear… though there would always be a chance of an accident by other vehicles moving within the destination reality.
The John Titor saga revolves round an individual who claimed that he was able to conduct dimensional reality slides through use of a device that he carried inside of his vehicle. The device not only permitted time travel, but carried with it a risk of dimensional variation.
Travel by “Piggy Back”
Here is what I am most familiar with. While MAJestic has been very involved with a specific extraterrestrial benefactor (notably the infamous “greys” found so ubiquitously in popular culture), my involvement has been associated with them only tangentially.
I say this two times. I have been associated with them ONLY during [1] my training and [2] implantation “off-world”. After that, I have had no association with them.
Instead of working with them on various MAJestic projects, they had a different role for me. Their role, as far as I am concerned, was very limited. In it, they helped implant a device that originated from a different secondary species into my skull.
To repeat. My other implants; my extraterrestrial implants, originate from a different extraterrestrial species. They do not originate from the “grey” extraterrestrial species. The “grey” extraterrestrials only installed them within my skull.
This device has many functions, but fundamentally it connects me directly to a (censored) reality of that particular secondary species. It connects to them in specific ways, and offers two-way communication.
However there are many limitations from my point of view. For instance, certain experiences are beyond the ability of my mind to comprehend. there are also ‘closed off” and restricted features & functions. Not to mention, that they control my entire access to it. It is all at the pleasure of that species.
I have no control over any of it. Absolutely zero control.
This species is much older than those (numerous, FYI) that we have been working with. It is an invertebrate species with a very, very different understanding and (ability to sense) reality than we could ever conceive of.
Since I am so tethered, I can be considered to have some shared experiences and shared realities of the parent species. As they can migrate through the MWI, I can too participate in a limited way with their approval. As they can experience the various realities of “Heaven”, then I too can be made aware of their experiences to a very controlled level of participation.
The reader should not get too excited. It's like a watch dog who their entire life only ate dry dog food. One day, he is given the job of guarding the door to the kitchen. The cook decides to open the door to the kitchen, but the dog is forbidden to enter. However, he was permitted to smell the scents coming from a gourmet kitchen. It doesn't mean that it can go inside and eat it's fill. It just means that if the cooks and chefs felt there was a need or benefit they might toss a scrap or two to the watch dog.
My entanglement was exactly like that.
I performed a service that this extraterrestrial species wanted. In exchange, I was able to have some perceptions and minor experiences. Now, for some reason, as part of their prerogative I am permitted to relate certain perceptions to my fellow humans. I believe that this helps further their objectives. Though I cannot fully understand how.
Just because the dog can now be allowed in the kitchen, it does not mean that they will be permitted to eat and taste everything that they smell. Certainly some things will smell delicious. Other things, like maybe celery, not as pleasant. It is up to the chef to decide what to give the dog, and how much and when. Otherwise there is a great risk of the dog eating something bad… like an entire jar of mustard. (Which actually happened when I lived in Arkansas. The dog jumped up on the table, knocked off a big jar of yellow mustard and ate the entire thing while I was sleeping. When I woke up the next day yellow diarrhea dog shit was everywhere, and I do mean everywhere!) Anyways, Piggy backing with an extraterrestrial benefactor species is exactly like that. They know what is safe and what is dangerous. We haven’t a clue.
Anyways, back to the sliding in and out of the MWI…
When you are “piggy backed” to a species that does this MWI slide naturally, you get to experience it as well. They think nothing of it. It is normal to them. It is something that they did ever since they were a little tiny harvested larva. But to us, who have never experienced this, it is strange and beyond our comprehension.
It took me some training to get used to it. Though the staff at the ELF facility at China Lake absolutely had no idea what it was like for me going through the various ‘exercises”. They just read through the printed out instructions, and I followed their guidelines and script.
They would say something like “depress the half circle”, and I would do it with my mind while sitting in the chair. An observer would see nothing. I would then confirm that I did it, and then they would read something else…
Various military personnel reviewing project performance and testing at China Lake naval Weapons Center. For me, in my carve-out under MAJestic, the access was heavily restricted. Those who participated and knew of Sebastian and my training were very small in number and limited.
The Event
With all that introductory information out of the way, let’s talk about the “mystery in Russia”. Here we have a woman who just appeared out of “nowhere” in the middle of a busy road. Her appearance was captured on the dash cam of the trailing vehicle.
And…
I want to talk about it relative to what I know, and speculate on what is going on and why.
This example, this observed event, comes from the dash cam on a car as it moves along a highway in a semi-rural section of the country. The video claims that this was filmed in Russia, but given the environment could have been filmed anywhere.
Here is a very interesting teleportation event. It is unique because not only does she “pop” into reality, but there is apparently a “force bubble” that surrounds her that pushes a moving truck out of the way. She calmly walks off the road. She is observed wearing a thermal blanket and is otherwise a “normal” and “boring” person. Again, she is neither overly attractive, youthful or wearing colorful clothing. She is bland, and materializes in the middle of a flat boring section of the countryside.
Woman in a foil blanket or covering materializes at the side of a busy road (highway) somewhere in Russia. These images are screen captures from a video that was obtained from a dash cam in a vehicle in Russia.
In the labeled frames, one can see the truck being pushed out of the way to the left by some kind of force, or force bubble in frame 0013. In that frame, there is no woman at all. In the next frame 0014, the truck “rides” along the bubble and again, there is no woman at all.
Suddenly in frame 0015, the woman “pop’s” into reality.
She just calmly starts to walk to the side of the road, as if nothing has happened. Indeed, if it were me, I would be totally shaken and run to the side of the road. That is not what she does. She just calmly walks to the edge.
In frame 0019, she is seen walking off the road.
In frame 0021, you get a better view of her. Her hair is cut short and at neck level. Her face is indeterminate. She is wearing a thermal foil blanket or coat that goes to her knees. Her hands appear to be in her pockets. She seems to be wearing black leggings or socks and flat normal shoes. Not high heels. A close up of the foil coat is obvious in frames 0022, and 0023. In addition, the coat is made out of foil of some type.
I can’t help but remember a scene from the television show “Better call Saul” where Saul’s brother was afraid of light and wore the thermal blanket to protect him from radiation.
This woman reminds me of the “space blanket” or “survival blanket” that was used in the television show “Better call Saul”. There is only one thing, in this reality THERE ARE NO FOIL COATS made out of this material. Only blankets are made out of this material.
This specific event can be viewed on the following video. Please note that this video has other examples of fakes and hoaxes interspersed in it. Also the voice over and music track leaves much to be desired. Please turn off the audio and watch the video free of “Halloween style” or “B-grade movie” music.
An important note is that this exact type of coat; one made out of space blanket material (Mylar Thermal Blankets ) is not available anywhere, in any nation, in this world line. While there are those that are similar, none are an exact match for the one that this woman is wearing. The closest that I could find were;
The version on Amazon, shown below is a close match. However, there are no jackets that are thermal nylon material with a reflective surface that goes down to the knees, comes in a woman’s size, has a side slit, and does NOT come with a hood. This woman’s jacket is completely unique.
Reflective foil nylon / Mylar jacket that is commercially available on the internet. Note that this comes with a hood, and is of short length. The one used by the woman has no hood, is knee length, comes in a woman’s size and has a slit up the side.
About the Jacket
Why would someone need to wear such a jacket?
Well there are many reasons. First off, let me posit to the reader that there are many ways and different kinds of technologies that one can use to do things. All the reverse engineering efforts of the 1950’s to today clearly indicate a great diverse spectrum of technology and ways to accomplish similar tasks. Different species use different technologies, at different levels of advancement. Different variations of a species also have different kinds and levels of technologies as well.
There is a saying in China; "There are many ways to get to Beijing.".
What it means is that you can have different methods and ways to achieve the same goal. If you have a lot of money, and you need to get there quickly, then a private jet is possible. If you have money, and need to get there in a day, an airline is a possibility. Alternatively you can take a high-speed train, a train, a bus, a shuttle, a car rental, a ride-share, or even a donkey cart. It all depends on your knowledge, and your resources at the time.
In a like way, depending on the technology to slide through the MWI, you might need protection.
According to John Tutor, he claimed that if you crossed the MWI using the technology at his disposal, there would be a short and brief exposure to some extreme radiation. If this woman is using a similar technology, then she would need a coat or protective attire to reflect any burst of radiation. Excessive radiation is very bad for you.
Now, in all the cases of the technology that I have used, not one of them experienced a burst of radiation of any type that I am aware of. To elaborate;
When you use prayer or intention, the effects as subtle and manifest over swaths of time.
When you enter a fixed portal, it is as if you are just walking into nothing. Though there is a feeling as if you were walking though a waterfall. And for a few seconds later you would feel soaking wet.
When you “piggy back” there is no effect. Not even a shimmer. Things just look slightly different.
Why on a road?
While my personal experience NEVER required a road, I am aware that there are technologies that are used to travel along the time vector that DOES require a road. Anyone who wishes to use the MWI to travel through time needs to have exact coordinates. Both spatially and in regards to the person traveling.
Roads last for decades, even centuries.
For instance, let’s suppose you wanted to do some kind of time travel in the Boston area. You could travel on the interstate I-90. This means that you could go back in time to when I-90 was first made. Possibly that would take you to 1956. Yet, even before the highway came into existence, it was a road, and an early dirt road as far back as 1900.
The American interstate system showing the entire length of the I-90 roadway.
How long do you, the reader, think that I-90 will exist for? Another five years, 20 years, maybe 100 years? If you consider that it might last until the year 2100, then a time traveler would have a 200 year wide “window” from which to explore and take care of their business with.
Now, all this is very interesting…
But, aside from just a few very, very sanitized instances, my own time travel events were limited. There just wasn’t any need for them in my role. I was doing other things in regards to human sentience and social observation. So, it is beyond my understanding WHY anyone would NEED to travel through time. Isn’t this reality good enough for ya?
Anyways, I have various examples of cars disappearing and reappearing on roads. I have examples of cars appearing out of the blue in cross roads and getting into accidents. I have other examples of people appearing out of the blue on the side of the road and getting hit. I will post these examples later.
Given the large number of examples, we can conclude the following…
There are numerous people / civilizations / species / societies that utilize roads to egress from a MWI event.
The need to travel through time as a destination vector is deemed (by some) to be important.
Accidents can and do happen when this technology is utilized.
Her Dress
If I were to travel as a time traveler, I would wear the clothes of my destination era. If I were to visit medieval England, then I must dress as a wealthy merchant, or commoner. Which ever venue would attract the least amount of notoriety. If I were to travel back to 1960, what would I dress as?
A beatnick
A hip teenager
A working man
A rich businessman
A police man
The answer is that I would dress as unassuming as possible. I would dress as common and plain as possible. I would dress as an “average Joe”. That’s what I would disguise myself as.
But…
But, what if you don’t have that kind of control in your time vector? What if the technology and the dispatch and arrival coordinates are not so precise? What are you going to do then? What if there is a wide variance in dates of arrival. What if you could enter a given reality (“world line”) anywhere from 1930 to 2010? How would you dress?
Think about it.
If you were going into the past, you most certainly wouldn’t have any tattoos, or large piercings. Your hair would be cut in a conventional style. What you carried on with you would be plain and unassuming. If you wore classes or spectacles, you might be wearing contacts or have Lasik eye surgery.
If you were a woman, you might dress in some clothes that hasn’t changed much in that stretch of time. You might dress as a Mennonite (provided that yo could speak their dialect and know their culture), or you could dress in something more conventional. You could dress as a nun in a Christian order. There, the clothes are pretty standardized and hasn’t change much in decades.
If you look closely at the woman’s shoes, and sock, and hair style, it looks EXACTLY like the image that she is trying to portray.
Here is the typical attire of a Christian nun. Note that the only portion of the “lady in foil” that we could see were her legs. In my mind they look suspiciously in alignment with the uniform of Christian nuns throughout the world. This includes the clunky black shoes and the black stockings. Were she to remove her foil coat, my guess would be that she was wearing black, and would have no problem fitting in society as a nun.
MWI and not an Invisible vehicle?
One of the arguments is that perhaps this woman is not utilizing MWI or some elements of “time travel”. Instead, the argument goes, she is egressing from an invisible vehicle.
This is certainly possible, as it seems to be common knowledge that many of our extraterrestrial friends can make themselves and their vehicles invisible. It has to do with the light cones that are within our eyes. By manipulating the radiation that surrounds something you can trick the light cones from not seeing anything. Since different species have different biology, the eyes cones can be species determinant.
All creatures that have eyes also have the internal biology to interpret the light that they view. This is accomplished though the geometry and biology of the light cones and rods that act as receptors of radiation. The technology that I am familiar of can subtly alter the radiation of vehicles that they travel in to make them invisible to the humans in the general vicinity.
A fun example of this is in the Star Trek movie titled “Star Trek IV – The Voyage Home”. In the movie, the character utilize a captured Klingon space vessel that has “cloaking” ability. The characters use this ability to hide the spaceship in plain sight int he middle of a park in San Francisco. Then they fly away and materializes directly above a whaling vessel.
Here, in the science fiction adventure “Star Trek – The Voyage Home” we have a vehicle or vessel that materializes in front of a startled ship’s crew.
I would argue that a “cloaked” vehicle that is “invisible” or “transparent” still has substance. You might not be able to see it, but you still can run into it. If the woman was egressing from an invisible vehicle, then that truck would have smashed into it.
This reminds me of an “X files” show where a genie appears. The episode is “Je Souhaite”. She offers everyone three wishes. One of the people who obtained the wishes wanted to be invisible. So he gets to be invisible, and promptly gets run over by a truck. You can watch the video HERE on the internet.
A lot happens: A guy (Anson Stokes) finds a woman rolled up in a rug in a storage locker. His boss instantly loses his mouth. Anson then gets a boat in his driveway and *then* is found dead, invisible, having been hit by a truck. Cue a wonderful scene of Scully dusting an invisible corpse with lycopodium powder while grinning like an idiot.
No, I do not think that she is egressing from an invisible vehicle.
Another example.
This is a video posted in China during the middle of the coronavirus outbreak. Video is apparently taken sometime in November prior to the first signs of the virus outbreak in December.
It shows a man entering the observed physical reality. Once he arrives he immediately “books it out” onto the sidewalk and merges in with the crowd. He appears to be Caucasian in a city that is 99.9% Asian.
What I am seeing (as far as the transport mechanism) is exactly what I was exposed to when I was in the Navy at NAS NASC Pensacola Florida.
Man appears from no where in China in November 2020.
The video posits many questions. And, it also implies some even worrisome situations.
Summary
There are multiple realities. There are individual bubbles in time that the realities can manifest. Individuals from one reality can enter into another reality by “sliding into it. This is accomplished in many ways.
We can occasionally see people crossing into our reality. Just as we can witness people egressing from our reality.
This lady has been filmed by a vehicle dash cam in Russia entering our reality through MWI egress via a road. Her attire is suggestive of time travel, and a “crude” MWI technology. As such, the destination coordinates can vary (as inferred from her clothing), and there might be some radiation leakage during egress (from the protective coat that she wears).
Take Aways
The MWI exists. It is not some theory that needs to be debunked or “proven”.
Travel within the MWI is possible using different techniques.
MAJestic is aware of this technology and has been using it for decades.
Time travel is a time vector variation of MWI switching.
While I doubt the usefulness of time travel, apparently others consider it important.
My operations used MWI slides at the behest of my extraterrestrial benefactors. My experiences were quite boring and would lull the reader into a peaceful slumber.
FAQ
Q: Is the lady in the foil jacket a time traveler? A: I do not know for certain. However, I have my suspicions. The need to conduct a MWI slide while on a major road is certainly suggestive of this. Why she would want to do it, in the first place, however is a mystery to me.
Q: Have you ever used a portable MWI event slide mechanism? A: No. I have read stories of numerous individuals who have claimed to have a portable device that does this. John Titor is one such individual. There is also the fellow who ended up carrying a mix tape of the Beatles back with him.
Q: Why did you have MWI-slide ability? A: I personally think that the ability that I had to conduct MWI-slides was an accidental “side effect” of being implanted and entangled to an extraterrestrial species with this ability. They never sent me on any interesting missions or stuff like that. They tended to constantly adjust the functioning of our reality relative to my personal experiences. Which was my purpose in MAJestic. I was a “Dimensional Anchor”. It helped the development of human sentience be realized.
Q: Can you conduct autonomous MWI slides and “world line” travel on your own? A: No. I have no ability to do anything like that. Other than what ability that I have to control my intentions and dreams. For the most part, I gave away part of myself to take on this position. This species controls me and my abilities to a great deal of control. I conduct their wishes without thought.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Let us return back to my narrative. This post follows an earlier post where I had participated in a discussion on how Special Access Programs work, and the need to be implanted in order to access MWI realities and geographical transport egress…
This post describes a medical procedure that I went through. Enjoy.
Summary
This post discusses the insertion of specialized devices into the skulls of members of MAJestic. These devices have numerous purposes and abilities. You cannot be a member of MAJestic without these devices in your skull.
Review
First, a quick review. Per the earlier lecture where we all stood and listened to the purpose behind the probes. Let’s keep in mind that the probes performed two very important functions. Firstly, [1] it is a “key” to permit implanted agents entry through a special “door” or portal, and [2] it controlled memory access.
So, to enter the program and be a member, we had to have probes implanted in our skulls. To prevent confusion, it must be understood that the program did not exist to install probes in people’s brains. But rather, the probe installation was a mandatory feature of membership in the particular program that we were now members of.
All members of our program needed to have probes installed. This fact was covered in the previous post. This post goes into greater detail as to how the probe insertion procedure was conducted and what was involved.
“The U.S. Government has no evidence that any life exists outside our planet, or that an extraterrestrial presence has contact or engaged any member of the human race … In addition, there is no credible information to suggest that any evidence is being hidden from the public’s eye.”-The Obama Administration (D)
Implantation Facility
There were three implementation stations at the facility. Each station consisted of a “off the shelf” industrial / office cubicle. Within it was an area that consisted of a chair next to a pile of various electromechanical devices, a curved (blank) screen, and a raised control booth.
The control booth was raised up approximately 18 inches above the floor (two steps), and the small slide windows looked down behind the chair where we sat down. There, each station had two techs. One in the booth and the other making the necessary adjustments to the equipment around us. The one in the booth was a petty officer, while the technician laboring at the station was a seaman. All three were under the supervision of a lieutenant who was not present for much of the procedure.
These stations were the exact stations that I had visited earlier with my class. The only difference was that the stations had other equipment arranged in place around the chairs. And, of course, there were far fewer people. Only I and my colleague were being implanted at that time. I was assigned the middle implantation station, and my colleague was assigned to the third station.
An Overview
The military has a large number of secret programs.
Access to them, and knowledge about them are controlled. These programs are called Special Access Programs, or SAP for short. Typically, the management of the DOD as well as the individual generals and leaders in the military understand the purposes and roles of these programs, though they may or may not know about the details.
In general, the SAP classification is far more secretive than “Top Secret” and has its own methodology and systems of governance. Perhaps once could best describe this methodology as a compartmentalization method for control of state secrets. (SAP)
Hollywood really likes to enhance the dramatics within a movie. Here, in the movie “Push” the government bureau head confronts a former agent with “special” abilities. It’s all so very confrontational. When in truth, everyone that I worked with were very professional, respectful and polite. The only people who were not came from the heavily politicized “deep state”, and whom held big titles, but minor roles in our reality.
In the military, especially in the R&D branches, are even more secretive programs. Programs so special, so exclusive, and so secretive that only a very limited number of people can ever have access to these programs. Indeed the knowledge of these programs is so exclusive that only the very highest levels of leadership know about them.
Often knowledge of these programs are limited to a mere one to three people! These programs are called “waived”. Which means that reporting of the existence of the program to the working level leadership is restricted and forbidden. Often the “knowledge” germane to these programs is limited to only an alphanumeric designation on the budget spreadsheet, and perhaps an executive summary as prepared by the program director. (W-SAP)
Additionally, some programs are so controversial that the military, and political American leadership, must disavow knowledge of the existence of the programs and membership. (Much like what is described in the television show “Mission Impossible”, or “The man from U.N.C.L.E.”.)
These kinds of programs are called “unacknowledged”, and are denoted by a “U” in front of the SAP. All programs related to extraterrestrial life are established as unacknowledged. These are the highest and most secretive programs that exist in the United States. (W(U)-SAP).
The Hollywood series about the Jason Bourne depicted a U-SAP. He was involved in a program with sufficient training and abilities.
To clarify for the slower readership in the audience, all of the fantastic adventure movies being churned out of Hollywood today would be classified as W(U)-SAP programs. That would include “Mission Impossible”, “007”, “X-Men”, “Jason Bourne”, to list a mere handful of the popular movies available to the American public today.
Everyone who enters any black-project program run by the military that is classified as an “Waived & Unacknowledged Special Access Program” (W(U)-SAP) will be implanted with a series of ELF probes. I know that if you are a member in MAJestic you are simultaneously a [1] member of a W(U)-SAP and are [2] implanted. This includes all sub-programs and sub-classifications of these programs. If you are a member of MAJestic you are implanted.
Special access programs (SAPs) in the federal government of the United States of America are security protocols that provides highly classified information with safeguards and access restrictions that exceed those for regular (collateral) classified information. It may be a type of black project. An unacknowledged SAP (or USAP) is made known only to authorized persons, including members of the appropriate committees of the United States Congress.
Of course, the strictest membership in the Waived Unacknowledged Special Access Program has even more serious controls W(U)-SAP, which necessitates (I assume) even more capable ELF probes and security measures. Such as ourselves. Implantation of probes is a serious matter and different types and families of probes are utilized. Even though I have mentioned this fact earlier, it is a very important point that the reader needs to understand. This fact needs to be well appreciated and embraced.
Probes are important.
Here is something so typically Hollywood. The show and movie Stargate SG-1 describes the use of a portal to go anywhere in the universe. The cast is all diverse with a alpha male, a beta male, a woman and a negro man. The truth is quite different from the portrayal in the movies.
This is the realm of the MAJIC proword.
MAJIC or as I refer to it as MAJestic, is so exclusive and secretive that even the President of the United States might not have access to it. Certainly the likes of Edward Snowden, or your local Representative or Senator will not have access to it. Typically, the ranking members of the organization DO KEEP SECRETS. (They won’t sell the secrets to the highest bidder, like Hillary Clinton did during her “pay me to play” scheme.)
MAJIC or as I refer to it as MAJestic, is so exclusive and secretive that even the President of the United States might not have access to it.
Once in the program, we never referred to the program at all. While we all knew that we were involved in something highly classified, we never vocalized it.
It was CRITICALLY secret. It was so secret that we never told anyone, or implied our existence to anyone, even among ourselves. We never wrote or read documents with “Top Secret” stamped on top of it. Our organization and participation was so highly sensitive that everything was committed to memory and face to face communication. We never wrote or used unsecured lines when communicating with each other.
The implication of this is that every UFO, or extraterrestrial-technology or contact “whistle blower” involved in these programs has an implant. That implant is used to track them and used to control their memories and actions.
People who identify themselves as exposing the dark and secret world of UFO’s and other black projects, if they are telling the truth and not spreading disinformation, have identifying probes inside their skull. This is easy to check with an MRI scan. Thus it is easy to validate and verify anyone who talks about UFO’s as an insider. Have them get an MRI scan, or if too costly, an X-ray.
Real and actual MAJestic members have these probes. I have them. They can be seen on both an X-ray and an MRI scan, though the MRI provides the best and clearest viewing resolution. How do I know? I went to two hospitals and had both x-rays and MRI scans taken to see them, as well to reassure myself that I am not crazy.
Sometimes you NEED to do this in a world filled with liars, frauds, and tricksters.
I would imagine that those whom have only a passing involvement in the programs, might be able to avoid implantation. As those who are performing a very low level of involvement. For instance this would include clerks, guards, janitors, maintenance men, and garbage collectors. But, it simply makes sense for everyone who plays an active and important role in these programs to be implanted.
Some Points
Erasure or simplification of a military history. It is best to get new member early in their military career; well before the individual has had time to develop a history with the service. In my case, as well as with Sebastian, our histories are mostly blank. However, the Base Commander, out of necessity, has a very strong and glorious military history that remains intact. Therefore the erasure or degradation of one’s military background depends on the level of secrecy and the overt “public” persona that the agent must possess.
Records evaporate over time. Given enough time, records become lost, erased or accidentally destroyed just simply due to the passage of time. It is always in the best interests of those in the program to let time erase the background information of the agents. Programs, companies and places tend to disappear. A company that might have existed for four years in 1973 will be very difficult to find information on. The people involved the photos of the place and all the documents associated with that company is long gone. The mass collection of data and unification in a central data bank is a recent phenomenon.
The reader just has to agree with me on this. It makes sense from every aspect of a secret organization. If the organization has the technology; then the organization would use the technology. I agree with the decision to do so. I think that the military was correct in implanting us. I say this two times.
The military was correct in implanting us.
I do not know if this ELF implantation procedure extends to non-black programs. Therefore, it is possible that individuals such as Mr. Snowden were not implanted. I know that it didn’t extend to the general rank and file in the military. At the time that I was implanted, its use was limited to participants in [1] specific black projects, [2] government officials posted overseas in embassies and consulates, and [3] selected special military operatives. I also know that there were many different kinds of implants, with different functions and features, as well as constantly evolving generations of implants. I would imagine that the implants of today would be quite powerful and versatile.
Implantation Schedule
Therefore, for the record and to keep things clear, all MAJestic members are implanted as either W-SAP members or the much more secretive W(U)-SAP membership. The technology is used in non-MAJestic programs but I do not know much about that aspect of utilization. All that I know is that some embassy officials and some military special force operatives have been implanted with this technology.
Not to get confused; being a member in a SAP program does NOT guarantee that they would be implanted. However, being a member of the MAJestic organization absolutely does guarantee implantation.
General Guidelines
People who possess ELF probes generally operate under great independence and autonomy. The military records of their participation are often discarded or replaced with other things. No one knows how many people were participants in the various levels of the SAP programs, but please understand that all of us were volunteers.
We all left our trained positions to enter this program, and the consequences associated with it.
Wouldn’t it be cool to be a secret agent like 007? Maybe so. But Hollywood is a fine fiction. There are bigger things in this world than issues and troubles between nations.
These consequences and attributes could and usually did include at least some of these characteristics; the [1] erasure of military history, [2] obscured background, [3] fake and false identities and all the associated [4] documents. Not to forget to mention, that all MAJestic members also had a [5] discrediting binder and a [6] planned retirement “opt out” strategy.
No one is ever implanted without their approval. And, most importantly, the ELF field effects cannot be experienced unless you have the implants.
Feeling ELF Radiation
Non-implanted individuals cannot “feel” the presence of the waves. (I would be under the effects of an ELF field, and those around me would be completely unaware of the presence of the field.)
Thus, the conclusion is simple, people who claim to be harassed by the ELF waves, are either actually truly implanted, or are delusional. There is no middle ground for discussion in this matter. I most strongly repeat this point to the reader. Absolutely no person can be harassed by ELF radiation unless they actually have probes implanted inside their brain.
A person who does NOT have the implants will be unable to tell if there is any kind of directed ELF wave aimed at them. They simply cannot tell. The body of a non-implanted person simply cannot feel the effects of an ELF wave.
If you are actually being “harassed” by ELF waves then you can conduct certain basic tests to verify that this is the case. I strongly urge the reader or anyone who feels that they are being harassed by ELF radiation to perform these basic tests.
Things to do if you Suspect you are being ELF Harrassed
Here are my thoughts on this matter. Keep in mind that unless you have the probes, the radio waves will go right through you like nothing. Never the less, if you think that the government is beaming radio waves into your head, then you can take these precautions.
I strongly suggest that the person, first of all [1], monitor the temperature of your body, especially your head and forehead. (There are color coded temperature-sensitive adhesive strips designed for infants that the reader can use for this exercise.) When the probes are activated by the ELF signal, they will generate heat. This heat will dissipate through the skull and forehead. You will see a noticeable increase in the temperature of the head shortly after the probes are turned on. This could be a five degree spike within a two minute interval.
There are numerous companies that make forehead thermometers. If you have probes engaged on, the temperature would be all the way in the red zone. It would be in the danger zone. Which is one reason why probe access is severely limited.
Secondly [2], monitor how you react to grounded and non-grounded metal. The ELF waves will generate a large and painful static discharge when you touch metal. If you are unable to generate a spark, you are unlikely to be under the effects of an ELF field. (Remember that it is easiest to generate a spark in a dry environment, however when under an ELF field, sparks are generated in the most humid of environments as well.)
ELF probes will generate static electricity when engaged. If you are unable to generate a spark, then you are unlikely to be under ELF radiation.
Thirdly [3], look at the ceiling with your eyes and look for cavitation shadows. These are harmonics that are generated in the visual cortex as a side effect of the probes reactions to the ELF field. You will see them. They will look like waves of dark shadows. If you have none of these effects, it is highly unlikely that you are under an ELF “harassment” field.
Cavitation effects made visible. The horn would produce radiation, and the radiation would bounce about and go through the various walls in a way that was visible to those with the probes installed.
Finally [4], if you really want to find out once and for sure if you actually have probes is to go to a hospital and find out. The probes are certainly observable on an MRI scan, and visible to a trained doctor via x-ray. ELF radiation has absolutely ZERO effects on a normal and healthy human.
ELF radiation will go through bodies. However, the probes are designed to interface with the ELF radiation is properly calibrated. These probes can be seen on an MRI scan. Let me tell you that the doctors will be pretty confused with what they will see. I just shrug my shoulders and tell them “It’s our little secret, eh?”
If you fail to validate these tests your issues or symptoms are due to something else entirely, and not an ELF field.
Again; ELF waves cannot be “felt” unless a person has probes or probe-like objects in their skull.
The presence of these probes in my skull is the only hard proof that what I am saying is the truth. Other than that, everything that I am saying is just devoid of physical proof. (Except for [1] (deleted), and the [2] fiducials in the walls of various government buildings. Or, additionally, the [3] odd coincidence that all the members of my MAJestic cell met at NAS NASC Pensacola Florida in 1981. As well, as when we met again at the NAS China Lake, California in 1986. And finally met yet again during retirement at ADC Pine Bluff, Arkansas in 2006. – quite the number of coincidences!)
Coincidences…
What I know about the military use of these probes is limited. Even though I was implanted while in the military, I was not a military operative. Nor, was I trained in any covert art, or technique. I operated as a civilian, and reported to no one in the military chain of command. My position, role, and training fell completely outside of the conventional military sphere of control. This is wholly important.
Full disclosure; actually I did spend some time at a military training facility in Louisiana. So, yeah, I guess that I am a "swamp rat". Heh heh. But this had absolutely nothing to do with the program.
Instead I went there to better myself and for personal reasons.
I simply felt like going there, so I enrolled in the courses there and learned some basic combat techniques and other skills associated with War-craft. This had nothing to do with the Navy. This has nothing to do with the ELF program. This had nothing to do with my day to day life. I took the classes simply because I wanted to better myself. It is just coincidence that I ever attended such a program.
It's the same reason why I took professional dancing lessons, why I went and learned how to paint in the classic Flemish style, and why I tried my hand at learning how to make pizza sauce. Sometimes you get these "nudges" to do things that will benefit you in the future. So you follow the nudge and learn.
As a civilian, the government has made a complete reliance on the probe implants to secure my secrecy.
I didn’t take any oaths or make any promises of secrecy regarding this program as a civilian. It was expected that the government would wholly be able to control my mind, and thus as such could control my actions. That works fine only as long as the program locks are kept intact. (I will discuss this in greater detail later.)
“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.”-Nietzsche
Memories
Because of the compartmentalization of the mind and the repression of memories, many operatives have no active memories of implantation. Thus, they may think that they are crazy when they start to hear voices in their head, or begin to have unusual body reactions to outside stimuli.
They might start to believe that the television is beaming thoughts into their head, or think that the CIA is telling them to do things.
They might start to self-medicate themselves, or create an aluminum foil hat to block the ELF signal. (This is known as the famous “Tin Foil hat”.) But this is unfortunate, because everyone who was implanted was done so voluntarily.
People with mental illness often hear voices in their heads. They appear to come from nowhere and often command them to do things. In the case of implanted ELF agents, when we hear voices it is more than likely to sound like a meeting room where a group of people are sitting around a table and each taking turns speaking into a microphone. Each person would have a different voice, accent (sometimes), and way of speaking. All were trained to speak clearly and distinctly, with long pauses between sentences, and tone emphasis when necessary. It is a completely different kind of experience.
If you are really desperate, you do not need to create a tin-foil hat. A far better thing to do is sleep in a metal van or RV, but ground the chassis of the van to the ground (Connect a wire from the metal skin or walls, and run the wire to a spike that you stick in the ground.).
If you are really seriously concerned about broadcast radiation, you can make a Faraday cage. This will stop all radiation. To make one, you surround yourself with a metal walled box, and connect that box, by wire, to a stake into the ground. It’s that simple.
The entire vehicle becomes a Faraday cage. While ELF waves can go through anything, their effects are greatly diminished when one is grounded in such a way.
A tin foil hat is a hat made from one or more sheets of aluminum foil, or a piece of conventional headgear lined with foil. It is worn in the belief it shields the brain from threats such as electromagnetic fields, mind control, and mind reading.
The notion of wearing homemade headgear for protection has become a popular stereotype and byword for paranoia. It also is associated with persecutory delusions, and belief in conspiracy theories.
In the mainstream, these hats are worn by believers to prevent mind control by governments, spies, or paranormal beings, employing ESP or technologies such as microwave radiation.
Many Roles using this Technology
Some operatives have an active role in the program, while others were put on the shelf for the one day when they would be needed. All implanted individuals have unique skills and training associated with this. Everyone associated with these implants have had their memories repressed. So that it is very difficult to remember their true training and purposes.
That is one of the purposes of the probes.
I suppose that those who knew that I was involved in a government ELF program, but did not know what it was specifically would probably assume that this is what I was involved in.
After all, they did not see me do anything out of the ordinary. To everyone else I just lived a life as a white collar engineer. To them, it would make sense that I was implanted to operate at some other point in time; in some other kind of capacity. To most Americans this would mean to act as a clandestine fifth column member of some moderate purpose.
Yah, I suppose.
Misuse of ELF-implanted Agents
Sometimes, implanted agents become “zombies” for political purposes, and are used to create discord for political gain.
Such (abuse) of this technology is exemplified by the case of the Naval Yard Shooter in 2013.
On September 16, 2013, lone gunman Aaron Alexis fatally shot twelve people and injured three others in a mass shooting at the headquarters of the Naval Sea Systems Command (NAVSEA) inside the Washington Navy Yard in Southeast Washington, D.C. The attack, which took place in the Navy Yard's Building 197, began around 8:20 a.m. EDT and ended when Alexis was killed by police around 9:20 a.m. EDT.
In that case, it was used by Washington as an excuse for stricter gun control domestically. (A President Obama (D) initiative.) The idea, of course, is to create a horrendous mass-shooting event that would be well publicized. In so doing the United States media (4 of the 5 media magnates are wholly aligned with the Democrat party) would purposefully use the incident to support the political event du jour.
Paid government crisis actors would cry and wail in front of the television cameras to add drama to the event.
It’s a real thing. The DHS employs actors to show pain and distress during events. You can find all kinds of photographic evidence regarding this. You cannot find the Wilipedia entry for this on either Bing or Google. The reader can come to their own conclusions as to why the entry was deleted. But, do not worry. Here is the direct like to the link; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crisis_actor .
The entry relies heavily on the term “conspiracy theorists” with each paragraph mentioning it at least once. Funny are the omissions. Curious that they do not mention the “training manual” that was disclosed, nor any of the photographs of the actors at work at many different locations, nor the testimony of existing and prior crisis actors.
Hey, he sure can act, can’t he? He’s shedding a tear for the cameras. It’s all part of the final nail in the coffin of the United States. Hey, as soon as the guns are banned, the control over the American population would be guaranteed. G-U-A-R-A-N-T-E-E-D.
Outrage and scandal would flood the nation in a barrage of 24-7 network coverage and organized polls (With strong manipulation by the NSA, see elsewhere.) would demand the President do “something” to stop this horrendous tragedy from ever occurring again.
Of course, it is all a show (typically with a major government employee (or President) shedding a tear on camera – for the children, of course…).
Such drama!
Sometimes non-MAJestic personnel with the power and authority can order technologies and people to do things outside of their core competences. Often, especially with Democrat Presidents, they use ELF implanted individuals to turn on other people with weapons to further a political anti-gun initiative. This is very common and has been used by both Bill Clinton (D) and Barrack Obama (D) on numerous occasions.
It is a pre-planned song and dance for the uninitiated and easily deceived ignorant masses to be herded towards. Regardless of where the reader might feel concerning the political desire to restrict gun ownership, the fact is that this program was used to further this politically motivated cause. I totally disagree with this abuse of the program. But, I am quite aware of it.
I sure as hell wouldn’t want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military.
- William S. Burroughs.
It seems like every President uses this program for various political purposes.
Some use it more than others. I do not think that it was ever intended to be a political tool at all. But human nature being what it is, it has evolved to this point. President Clinton (D) often used this program to create domestic incidents for political purposes.
I know of more than one occasion where he used an ELF operator to create discord. The intention, or course, was to make the event news-worthy enough to distract the media from a scandal at the time. On another occasion, he used operatives to hurt innocents with firearms, thus furthering an anti-gun initiative he was championing at the time. I use the term in the plural, because he was very liberal in the abuse of this resource.
First Abuse
His first abuse of this technology was in December 7, 1993. The event is known as the Long Island Railroad shooting. President Bill Clinton (D) was in his first year in office when five people were killed and 20 wounded by a gunman on the Long Island Railroad in New York. He immediately used the shooting to implement his gun control measures. (Hey, ever notice that during the first year of a President that there is always a well-publicized mass shooting.)
He immediately gave a speech where he said:
”The ban on assault weapons and the restrictions on semi-automatics are important because they’ll stop criminal gangs from being better armed than the police. And these restrictions would have prevented the gunman on the Long Island Railroad from having two 15-round clips of ammunition that enabled him to maim and kill so many people with such deadly speed.”
Yeah. Sure…
People who are implanted are not under-educated saps. They have been specifically culled from the ranks for whatever role they were assigned that required implantation, and while many of us cannot remember things that we were specifically configured to forget, we can still deduce what is going on with us. The NAVSEA “mass” shooting at a military base was the end result of President Obama’s (D) attempt to use an implanted agent to further an anti-gun initiative that he had in place at the time. What he did not count on was that the agent also knew what was going on and directed his presidential orders to kill people toward the ELF facility itself, and not to a school with children as he was ordered to do.
It was not only President Clinton (D) who was very liberal with this resource, but also President Obama (D) as well. Like President Clinton, President Obama immediately used the ELF resource to create a mass-shooting incident in his first year in office. (It seems that as soon as the new President knows that there are these kinds of fifth column agents in place and what they can be used for, that they immediately use them within months of their discovery. What a true travesty.) This was also an implanted ELF agent.
A good example of this occurred in July 20, 2012 at the Aurora, Colorado theater shooting. During the premiere of the movie “The Dark Knight Rises,” a gunman set off tear gas grenades and then shot into the audience with multiple weapons, killing 12 and wounding another 58 before he was apprehended by police outside the theater. President Obama (D), then campaigning for re-election in Florida, responded in to the shootings “instead” of a pre-planned campaign speech.
Nice photos, and great visuals. Keep the mindset that we need to government to keep us all safe from the “bad guys”. Yeah Right! Justin Konye (C) places candles with other mourners during a vigil for victims behind a theater where a gunman open fire at moviegoers in Aurora, Colorado July 20, 2012. REUTERS/ Jeremy Papasso (UNITED STATES – Tags: CRIME LAW) ORG XMIT: COL105
November 5, 2009 Fort Hood, Texas shooting. An Army major killed 13 and wounded 29 at the largest (by population) U.S. military base in the world during President Barack Obama’s first year in office.
Elected people shouldn’t be able to get control of mind-control, memory-control and MWI technology. Luckily, MAJestic has banned most Democrats from access. Their sentience does not match. While that is a good thing, the problem arises when the technology is shared outside of MAJestic, and bad-actors start to use it for their own purposes.
Yeah…
Democrats in office tend use implanted ELF agents for domestic political purposes. They generally use the agents immediately once they become aware of their existence. Usually within six months. Typically, it seems to further their domestic agenda to abolish all firearm ownership in the United States.
Nations ruled by a king or set of rulers can ONLY do so with a disarmed populace. Thus, for the Democrats to achieve their ultimate objectives, they NEED to have the people be disarmed. If the population REALLY knew what they are truly up to, they would be hunted down, and tortured before being killed. Those who want the disarming of the American people are the worst offenders and greatly desire the disarming of the American population.
I do not see this kind of abuse with Republicans simply because the Republican Party does not have the same political objectives as the democrats do. If they did, they would also abuse this program.
The founding fathers hated the idea of political parties. They envisioned a new kind of government in which ideas could be debated without the interference of power-hungry factions and corrupt alliances.
“There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution.”
-John Adams in 1780.
It did not take long for his nightmare to come to pass. Political parties emerged almost immediately, and became not only the organizing force behind government, but also a primary way in which people defined themselves throughout much of the country. “Party passions were deeply ingrained in 19th-century American life,” said Richard McCormick, a political historian and the former president of Rutgers University. “They reflected your community, your ethnic associations, your economic associations. Men passed their party passions on to their sons.”
Abuse of these ELF agents by Republicans seem to be related to covert CIA, and DHS operations. Make no mistake of that.
Oh yes, the Republicans will make thing right! Oh my! Yes, the country’s in a mess, but that’s because of opposition-party meddling. If the party I favor could get a majority, they’d sort things out.
This seems to have been a popular belief for decades.
It’s believed by Democrats and Republicans alike. But, in 2001, the Republicans held both houses of Congress, plus the presidency, yet even then they failed to deliver on what they claimed were their party’s fundamental goals.
Between 2009 and 2011, the Democrats controlled all three, yet they, too, failed to deliver.
If the electorate were to step back and look at the history of who is in power vs. changes in policy, they’d find that the government’s central program of welfare/warfare continues unabated, regardless of who controls the Congress and White House.
The primary policies of the US are determined independently of who has been elected. As American writer Mark Twain stated correctly, “If voting made any difference they wouldn't let us do it.”
I will not elaborate on this simply because what I know about this is very scant and difficult to believe. Never the less, I hold both parties uniformly in the lowest regard regarding the abuse of this technology.
Part of me wants to be moderate about this misuse. I want to believe that it is representative of isolated incidents only. I want to believe that is not the overall desire for the program to be misused for political purposes. I try to rationalize it, arguing that perhaps those in office really believe that it is in the best interests of the country that people be herded in such a manner. But, when I put all the pieces together, only one conclusion is evident; the program is being misused from time to time for political purposes.
The overwhelming evidence appears to be to support the contention that this program, or one related to it is abused from time to time. The overwhelming evidence is suggested of abuse by those in power for personal and political objectives. These objectives are absolutely not in alignment with the intended objectives of the program. Therefore, I cannot help but come to the conclusion that there is a political movement that is on the road towards a tyrannical dictatorship.
After all, in a democracy or a republican form of government, these techniques are not used.
“Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
-Lord Mahan
The people elect or determine who governs them openly with free discussion; not by manipulation and control by media.
I cannot help but think about this. Their use is clear evidence of a radicalized and subverted governmental body. It is one that is governed by an elitist class of people. These people utilize the media that they own, to convince people to support their increasingly Draconian policies.
Imagine that!
The President wants to ban guns, and then suddenly a crazed gunman, using the exact weapons that are being discussed, does exactly what the President warned us against. What timing! What amazing timing!
Such a coincidence!
Listen, it was absolutely no coincidence that mad, apparently crazy people, would shoot up schools, try to blow things up and utilize exactly the weapons and items that the administration wanted banned.
But, the reader needs to be warned that I am not privy to the inner workings of the elite whom govern the United States. Therefore, my thoughts on this matter are probably wildly speculative and marginally accurate. I urge the reader to keep that in mind; I could be just taking what I know and speculating on the coincidences in the political arena.
My point is that all tools can be used for both good and bad. The ELF program was and is a very special program that is involved in many types of activities, not only for sensational tragedies to be used as political expedients.
Anyways…
Drink the Orange Juice
After the lecture about the feducials, the Commander walked us over to the office area.
We passed through the (outer) office area and found ourselves in a large room with a row of cubicles to one side. This was the ELF implantation facility. The Commander walked us over to the row of implantation cubicles. There were three cubicles, and I was assigned to the middle one.
These were the same cubicles that I was evaluated in two weeks earlier. Except at that time, I was evaluated in the last one in the far corner. He introduced me to the crew who would be placing the implants in my skull and then left. The team consisted of two people. Both were seamen. Both acted like they had done this task many times before. They, like everyone on the base, had a name badge, but I do not remember the names at all.
After the Commander left, one of the seaman weighed me. We walked to a scale that was standing against the wall outside of the cubicles. I walked up onto the scale. He weighed me. Then he instructed me to sit on the chair outside the booths and went to get me a cup of orange juice. There was a windowed room at right angles to the array of implantation cubicles. Through the window I was able to watch him measure out a mixture of powder according to the chart on a clear plastic-sheeted document. He then took the powder off the table, and mixed it with some orange juice.
He then gave me the cup and watched me drink it. When I was finished he gave me a Dixie cup of water (from the water fountain on the wall) to wash down the juice. Then he told me to follow him to the middle implantation cubicle, and sit down.
The Implantation Booth
As explained previously, the implantation booth was an industrial grade cubicle with a raised control booth. A lone chair sat in the middle of the booth facing a curved white screen. The control booth had windows that overlooked the chair from the back. To enter the control booth door you needed to walk up two steps, as the booth was raised one or two feet off the ground. There were a number of mechanical devices and apparatus of mysterious purposes parked inside the cubicle. Most had a covering on them to protect them from dust.
Next to the entry way to the cubicle was a small table, and on it rested a number of items. This included some tubes of mysterious purpose, tubing, electrical powered dental drills and saws. A very small ball peen hammer, a selection of chisels, medical grade pliers, stainless steel picks and probes of strange appearance with files, and small jars with various liquids. There was a small pile of blue-green medical hand towels folded nicely, and a number of stainless steel implements all resting on a blueish-green cloth covered stainless steel tray. There was also a box of (blue) disposable medical gloves, and a few note books on the table as well.
The area looked a little like this. There was a table with certain tools on it, and enough room to work on me. Nearby were machines and devices covered in sheets and plastic coverings.
The floor had duct tape marking where the chair should be positioned, and was roomy enough to permit those working on the implantation procedure to move about freely and easily. It was well lit from the fluorescent lighting above in the ceiling. Aside from that, it was a rather plain and unadorned space. It was purely a functional space, designed from off the shelf componentry and intended for the sole purpose of implanting probes and sensors. The probably obtained the components from a Granger catalog or a McMaster-Carr catalog.
The Fitting
At that point I was told to sit down into the chair inside the implantation cubicle. It was a simple plain fiberglass chair made popular in the late 1970’s. This was the iconic mass produced chair that was standard in offices and waiting rooms around the world. He then handed me a warm, moist hand-cloth to wipe my face and head with. I was instructed to use to wash my face and head with it. I followed his instructions exactly. When I was done, I handed it back to him, and he threw it in a small laundry basket near the door.
Reaching over to the side table he picked up a large tube of gel. This must be the largest tube of gel that I have ever seen. It looking like a tube of toothpaste for a giant. Indeed, it was the largest tube of conductive jelly that I have ever seen in my life. It held perhaps 750 ml of opaque conductive jelly.
Silicone grease is waterproof grease made by combining silicone oil with a thickener. Most commonly, the silicone oil is polydimethylsiloxane and the thickener is amorphous fumed silica. Using this formulation, silicone grease is a translucent white viscous paste, with exact properties dependent on the type and proportion of the components. In this application, the grease was electrically conductive and helped to fill in any voids between the skullcap and my skull so that a proper electrical circuit could be achieved.
He squeezed a generous amount on to my head and lathered it on completely. Then, he obtained what looked like an old fashioned latex swimming cap (also known as a skull cap). It was a light orange color, and had an array of copper plated metal studs embedded in it. There must have been about one hundred studs all told. Next to each stud, in black ink, was an alpha numerical designation.
There were over a hundred wires that had to be painstakingly installed one by one into the skull cap. To the outside observer I looked like a spaghetti headed monster. The photo is representative only. In reality, I wore a skull cap where the wires fit into studs embedded in it.
But there was a problem. My head was too small. The cap was meant for a larger size head, and no matter how tightly they adjusted the chin band that held the cap in place, there was always a gap or space that indicated that it wasn’t fitting very well. I told them that it was just fine, and to proceed anyways. But they said no, and after about one half an hour of adjustments, they removed the cap and went to get a smaller one.
The seaman was gone for perhaps forty minutes when he returned with a smaller cap. This was identical to the fist cap, except that it was smaller and was a light green color. He said, “Ok, now this should work much better.” And put it on my head after applying more of that conductive jelly. He strapped the cap tightly around my chin, and then added “this is going to take a while…”, as he grabbed a long black cable that protruded from the control booth.
The cable was long and black, approximately one inch in diameter. One the end of it protruded a bundle of perhaps one hundred wires, all around 26 gauge in diameter. Some of the wires were red, others yellow, some blue, while some were striped. Attached to each wire was a small label or tiny flag with an alpha numerical designation on it.
He affixed the cable in place with a holder specifically designed to support the wire harness. Then he began the tedious and arduous process of matching each wire with a corresponding connector in inside the skull cap that was on my head. This was a long process, and easily took 45 minutes, if not longer. Eventually, he was able to complete his task. When he finished he went out for a drink of water at the water fountain outside, then returned.
Mapping the Brain
The first step was the mapping of my brain. Everyone’s brain is different. Not only physically, but how it operates as well. The way it is constructed is partly due to genetics, but also it is wired through life experiences. Therefore, everyone had to obtain a personal map of their brain.
Brain mapping is a set of neuroscience techniques predicated on the mapping of (biological) quantities or properties onto spatial representations of the (human or non-human) brain resulting in maps.
Brain Mapping is further defined as the study of the anatomy and function of the brain and spinal cord through the use of imaging (including intra-operative, Microscopic, Endoscopic and Multi-Modality imaging), Immunohistochemistry, Molecular & optogenetics, Stem cell and Cellular Biology, Engineering (material, electrical and biomedical), Neurophysiology and Nanotechnology.
Of specific interest is using structural and functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI), diffusion MRI (dMRI), magnetoencephalography (MEG), electroencephalography (EEG), positron emission tomography (PET), Near-infrared spectroscopy (NIRS) and other non-invasive scanning techniques to map anatomy, physiology, perfusion, function and phenotypes of the human brain.
The seaman went over to the side of the implantation cubicle and removed an opaque vinyl plastic cover from the donut shaped contraption that I had used earlier. (Please refer to a different post.) He wheeled it behind my chair, being careful not to dislodge any of the wires that he carefully affixed to my skull cap. He then lowered the metal donut carefully around my head, making absolutely certain that the wires were not dislodged in any way. He double checked the connections for all of the wires, as well as for the bulk cables that ran to the device. Once everything was in place he went into the control booth and told me to relax.
After a couple of minutes, the program began.
I couldn’t see anything because the dark grey colored donut was blocking my view. But that quickly changed. Initially, there was a flashing of lights like an extremely bright strobe that appeared. It flashed very quickly and then it was replaced with the same kind of electronic “snow” that I had experienced earlier (discussed elsewhere). This continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly the snow disappeared, and was replaced with a kind of pastel landscape.
A phosphene is a phenomenon characterized by the experience of seeing light without light actually entering the eye.
Phosphenes have also been created by intense, changing magnetic fields, such as with transcranial magnetic stimulation. These fields can be positioned on different parts of the head to stimulate cells in different parts of the visual system. They also can be induced by alternating currents that entrain neural oscillation as with trancranial alternating-current stimulation. In this case they appear in the peripheral visual field. This claim has been disputed; the alternative hypothesis is that current spread from the occipital electrode evokes phosphenes in the retina.
It is difficult to describe being able to see things, but having your actual eyes non-functional. What was going on was that the “circuit” from my eyes to my brain was interrupted. Instead of receiving electrical signals depicting the outside world from my eyes, I saw a computer generated image that was spliced into my optical nerves from the control booth. What I saw was artificial, contrived and strange to me. Remember that this was 1981, and computer monitors were just being sold. They were mostly black and green, and color monitors depicting pictures, images and landscapes was unheard of.
What I “saw” was an expansive pastel colored map.
The baseline colors seemed to be yellows, greens and reds. This undulating landscape had bright red edges and seemed to be composed of areas of high and low elevations. It almost looked like the topography of one’s brain, or that of some kind of artistic version of a gently rolling terrain. I was intensely interested in the outer edges of this landscape because the colors there were no longer pastel shade, but rather harsh right reds and oranges.
Training to Move Things with my Mind
I was taught how to explore this map with my mind. I could pan across it rather easily. First, they showed me a cross hair reticle. This appeared in the center of my vision. Then, they instructed me to “follow” the movement of the reticle as they moved it from the control booth. I was able to do this successfully. They had me move it left, right, and then to the top and to the bottom of the pastel landscape.
The picture describes what I “saw” with my visual cortex when the “calibration mode” of the ELF procedure was implemented. This drawing is illustrative only and is not the actual view of what I saw. As good as I am in pictorial representation, any drawing that I could create would be but a poor reflection of the actuality of what transpired before my eyes. It was a pastel rolling landscape of mostly greens, yellows and oranges. Along the “cracks” in the undulating “hills” were bright red crevasses that I found so curious. Image courtesy of the author.
The key was to be able to move the reticle over specific areas. Also, to know what the areas were, and how to find the key and important target locations on that pastel map. The most important exercise at this time was to locate the epiphysus cerebri on the map. This is a rather smallish endocrine gland located central to the brain. My task was to locate it, and then to be able to move the reticle crosshairs on over it. Once I proved that I could do this, they had me run through the exercise two or three times to demonstrate that I could repeatedly do this.
The pineal gland, also known as the pineal body, conarium or epiphysis cerebri, is a small endocrine gland in the human brain. The gland has been called the pineal eye or the third eye. René Descartes believed it to be the "principal seat of the soul".
Whenever I diverted my attention off the goal and task, they rebuked me. Truly, and honestly, I was very interested in the edges of the pastel map with the deep red and orange colors, but the exploration of that region would have to wait for some other time. So with a sigh, I repeated all the tasks that they gave to me, and completed my task assignments.
At the conclusion of this stage of the procedure, the field was shut off, and my eyes regained normal sight. I could see the inside of the large dark grey donut again.
In short order, the large donut around my head was removed. Followed by the removal of the equipment surrounding me.
They removed the wires from my skullcap, and then after securing the cable, removed the skull cap as well. I was given a towel to wipe my head with and another warm damp one to wash it a second time to be clean. After drying my head, I was given a couple of sips of water and I was able to get up and walk about for a few minutes before the next phase of the process began. I didn’t go very far. The water fountain was right next to the observation window where the orange juice was mix, and there wasn’t really anything to do outside of the cubicle.
It was just a plain ordinary office space.
Probe Implantation
“Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.”― Wei Hui Zhou
Core to the program was the implantation of special devices inside our skulls. Depending on the individual and the mission, different devices were used. For me, I had 7 devices implanted inside my sensor motor area, and the parietal lobe. These seven probes consisted of two “kits”. One kit consisted of five probe sensors. The other kit consisted of three sensors. For me, this was done by medical specialists at the ELF labs inside the Naval Aerospace Medical Institute (NAMI) located at Naval Air Station Pensacola, Florida in early June of 1981.
I got a great laugh in 2016 when I read a CNN article that DARPA is “developing” technology that will “some day” permit soldiers to communicate directly with computers. Me thinks they are about 40 years behind the times! Read the article for a good laugh; http://edition.cnn.com/2016/03/07/politics/pentagon-developing-brain-implants-cyborgs/ .
I did not realize any of this until much later. At the time I was told that there would be seven probes or sensors placed. I was not told what their purposes were or how they worked. I was not told that they were parts of two different “kits”. All this information came much later after reading about them in (deleted). At this time, the information given to me was very scant. I was told the absolute bare minimum of what I needed to know.
I waited about while the techs ran errands outside. There wasn’t much to do, so I just sat down in the chair and waited. I took some more sips of water, and looked about. But I was pretty much alone in that section of the building. Even my colleague; Sebastian was nowhere to be found.
Got up and walked around outside. For a while, I sat in a chair that was located outside the implantation booths. (Hoping that I would meet up with Sebastian so that we could compare notes.) I then got up and went back into the booth and sat down in “my” chair.
After a half an hour wait, the techs brought in the probes to be implanted. There were seven of them in a small clear glass vial. I was permitted to look at them in the vial but was told not to touch the vial. The vial itself was about 3/4 inch long and about 1/16 to 1/32” in diameter.
Inside were seven small grey black spheres. Each one was about 45% the diameter of a standard BB. I was told that these were “more specialized than that which was given to embassy personnel”, and that they had even greater capabilities and abilities than any of the “other” kits.
I was also told that my probes were very special and very unique and had an amazing array of capabilities.
The core kit that I was included with contained five implantable probes, and a secondary kit of three additional probes. Illustration is representative only. I was provided with a small glass ampule and inside of it were the tiny probes. I could just barely make them out inside the ampule. They were so small that the edge of the glass distorted their apparent shape when viewed.
At this point, they sat me back in the chair and began to pull out a scaffolding kit that was tucked away in the corner of the cubicle.
It was on wheels, but designed so that it could be secured into bolted holes in the concrete floor. He moved the scaffolding to my chair and began to assemble it. The frame slid into an array of bolted holes in the concrete. It was assembled through an array of wing nuts, knurled knobs, and screwed levers.
The metal was business-like and cold, being composed of black anodized aluminum with gun metal finish steel rod components. Once completed the frame looked like a cage that surrounded me. It did not take a lot of time to assemble, because it was designed to be easy to setup.
A precise frame was used to mount a kind of gun that shot the pellets and probes into my brain.
At the top of the framework was a curious arrangement of posts that were designed to hold my head securely in place. This framework had attachment points that rested on my shoulders, bolted to the scaffolding nearby, and also bolted directly to my head.
The seaman adjusted the posts and the nuts so that my head would be firmly fixed inside the vise-like grip of the scaffold. It was true that I couldn’t move my head at all. So I just sat there immobile.
Even though my hair was abnormally short, the tech took out a disposable razor and shaving cream and shaved the top of my head. This didn’t take too long, and he quickly cleaned up the top of my head; mopping up the shaving debris with a small hand towel.
At that point while I sat in the chair, they washed my head yet again, and cleaned it up. This was done with soap and water. Again he dried it with his towel and tossed it aside. They used a massive Q-tip that looked like some kind of (midget sized) medieval torch to apply this reddish chemical to my skin. I think it was Iodine. Then, they gave me a local anesthetic. This was applied through injection at the top of my scalp. The tech took a few minutes to allow the anesthetic to work and then moved a number of tools and implements next to me.
For about 2 hours he cut and drilled a hole in my skull.
While it did not hurt, explicitly, due to the local anesthetic, I could feel the vibrations as they worked on my skull. I felt him cut a flap of skin away, then I felt them drill and chip away at my skull. They actually did chip. They used a hammer and a chisel to do so, though most of their work was with a small drill. It was similar to a Dremel tool. (While I do not know the size of the hole that they created, I assume that it must have been around 10 mm in diameter.) The drilling took a relatively long time; at least an hour. By the time he was done with all the drilling, and chipping and blowing away the bits and pieces (with an air hose), I was exhausted.
Once that was completed, the tech left to get another seaman to help him. I just sat there. There wasn’t much that I could do; being bolted to the frame such as I was.
The tech took his time drilling a hole in my head. He chipped away at it with a hammer and a pick. He used a dremel tool, and he sanded the edges nicely. What occurred was slightly different than what is portrayed in this photo. What actually happened was that my head was solidly affixed to a steady frame that would not move. I was not leaning back, but sat upright. There were no more than two people in the room at any one time.
About five minutes later they returned, and together they carried in this enormous mystery contraption into the cubicle area.
The tech absolutely needed another person to help carry it in. It was that large. It was about one and a half yards long and about one yard high. It was only about three inches thick though.
It looked like a big bronze protractor with a swivel mounted gun on it. The “gun” was a small cylindrical contraption that looked a little like an old fashioned telescope. (The kind that sailors used to carry aboard ships.)
Together, they lifted the device up to a metal frame scaffolding that was attached to the chair that I sat in, and bolted it tight so that I was unable to move at all. This entire procedure is known as Stereotactic surgery. The device used to perform this procedure, the big protractor and swivel gun, is called a Stereotaxy Frame.
I believe that the Stereotaxy Frame that was used to implant me was an Arc-Quadrant Systems: Probes are directed perpendicular to the tangent of an arc (which rotates about the vertical axis) and a quadrant (which rotates about the horizontal axis). The probe, directed to a depth equal to the radius of the sphere defined by the arc-quadrant, will always arrive at the center or focal point of that sphere.
The probes were injected into the hole in my skull using this method. Only one hole was required. The probes were shot into the hole using a different vector and different force.
At this point, the petty officer went to have an officer approve of the setup. He came back with the officer about five minutes later. The lieutenant looked over the setup and arrangement. He studied the headgear and adjusted the device so it would be exactly over the hole in my head, and so the cylindrical section was set up with the proper angle and alignment. Once he gave the approval and signed the clipboard, he left.
When they had everything set up, and I was just sitting there calmly strapped and bolted to this huge metal contraption the techs went outside for a break. That lasted perhaps ten minutes and when they arrived they brought me a glass of water (with a straw) to take a few sips from. They were, all in all, pretty decent folk; just doing a job that they had obviously done many, many times earlier.
(Though, from all indications, with a different type of set of probes. For Sebastian and my probes were “special” and “unique“, whatever the heck that meant.)
Using this device, they shot the probes into my skull. Each probe had a different force and trajectory, thus they were all located in different regions of my brain. Though, they all used the single entry hole in my skull. Before each firing of the probe into the skull they checked and then rechecked the coordinates, as well as having a second sailor verify that the gun was aimed correctly. It was important that the probes be fired exactly correctly to the exact coordinates.
When it was time for my first implantation, they told me to be alert and to not be afraid. They said that I would be startled. They warned me that I would feel a slight jolt and hear a loud bang and not to be afraid.
Yeah.
But the jolt and noise was so startling that I yelled out when the first one was shot into my skull. The seaman yelled at me, and I apologized, because it was after all very startling. (I really don’t even remember me yelling, but I do remember being rebuked for doing so.) After that, the other probes weren’t so bad, but still quite disconcerting.
The reader must recognize that this occurred in 1981. American technology at that time was primitive. A hole had to be drilled in our skull, and pellets had to be shot into our skull cavity.
Today things are quite different. On Feb. 8, 2016 the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) announced the first successful tests, on animal subjects, of a tiny sensor that travels through blood vessels, lodges in the brain and records neural activity. (That is that public announcement. The non-public use of this technology probably preceeds this date by one decade at least.) The so-called “stentrode,” a combination stent and electrode, is the size of a paperclip and flexible. The tiny, injectable machine(the invention of neurologist Tom Oxley and his team at the University of Melbourne in Australia) is intended to researchers solve one of the most vexing problems with the brain linkage to computers: how to insert a transmitter into the brain without also drilling a hole in the user’s head.
Based on existing stents that doctors use to clean blood vessels, the stentrode includes sensors and a tiny transmitter. Entering the bloodstream via a catheter, the stentrode swims in the bloodstream. Doctors monitor the stentrode on its journey through the circulatory system. When the device reaches the brain, the physicians command it to expand against the blood vessels’ walls and hold station. There it remains for potentially months at a time, recording and relaying the subtle electrical signals that flow from the brain to the rest of the body.
There were seven probes, and thus there were seven different angles and forces that the probes were shot with. The first one was the worst, but not by very much. By the time the third probe was shot, I was getting tired of the process and wanted it to end. Actually, I thought that there would be just five probes, but for me, there were seven probes that were implanted in my brain. It seemed to take a long time to inject them. Honestly after the fifth probe, I was really ready to call it quits. I was getting fatigued having these things shot into my brain, and even though it wasn’t painful, it was tiring. I just wanted the implantation process to end. Each time, the process of aiming the injector had to be precisely conducted. Eventually, I endured the remaining probes and the petty officer came and told me that it was over. (Finally!)
I never felt any pain at all during this process. The nerves that were part of the skin on my head were numbed by the local anesthetic, and there were no nerves inside my brain. So when the pellets where shot inside my skull I felt no pain, just the sound of the gun, and a momentary awareness of a jolt.
He and another seaman removed the gigantic projector from the frame and carried it away. Then he closed the flap of skin up, and washed my head with a wash towel and dried it properly. Finally, he applied a small Band-Aid to the top of my head over the hole. Then, he unbolted my head from the frame scaffolding, and rolled it away. I was able to get up to stretch my legs, but I still had to stick close to the implantation cubicle. So I went and got a squirt of water from the water fountain, and waited for them to return.
As strange as it might seem, from my point of view it was as if nothing had happened. I had just had brain surgery, and I was walking around like everything’s just normal. It amazes me when I think about it.
First Calibration
After a while they returned, and I sat down back into my seat. But this time things were different. There was no wired skull cap put on my head, nor was there the need for the metal donut. I sat in the chair peacefully, and they told me to look straight ahead. I knew what to expect. So I waited patiently in the chair.
Suddenly I saw a flashing of strobe lights and I lost control of my sight. This was immediately replaced with the pastel map that I had seen earlier. All this occurred without a wired skull cap or metal donut surrounding my head.
The significance of this event should not be underestimated. Without any external device or machine, the U.S. Navy was able to control what I was able to see with my eyes. They had tapped into my brain, and could impart images and communication routines that only I and they could observe. To an outsider, I just looked like a person sitting in a chair. But, in truth, I was observing and participating in a great deal of activity that no one but I could see.
What I “saw” was a reticle cross hair that was in the middle of the pastel map. They asked me to move it to the key feature area that I had practiced so many times earlier. Like the trials that I had conducted earlier, I successfully was able to move the cursor to the strange feature on the pastel map (which I now know is the pituitary gland, or hypophysis in the brain.).
I find it very curious, now, that I could visualize the pituitary gland as a small tunnel or hole like a bridge. But the visualization was really that of a bony structure called the sella turcica of the sphenoid bone.
It looked a little like the album art from Robin Trower and his Bridge of Sighs album.
To make sure that I could do this successfully, they would move the reticle to some other location on the map, and have me move it back to its rightful and proper location. Again, I had to do this a number of times to verify that I could do so repeatedly.
Completion
Once I was able to demonstrate that I could do this, the field was turned off. And I was permitted to walk about. Of course, my eyesight returned back to normal with the field off. Everyone left the area, and I found myself alone. Because I finished earlier than the other Aviation Officer, I waited outside the cubicles on some plain plastic chairs and I drank a cup of orange juice that one of the techs gave me. Shortly afterwards, my colleague was also finished, and thus we waited together wondering what was going to happen next.
It is highly likely that this cup of orange juice was laced with a series of chemicals and specific drugs, but I cannot confirm this.
Notes About the Probes
The size and complexity of the probes betrayed their origin.
In 1981 there was absolutely no possible way that complex electronics of any type could fit into tiny ball no bigger than an ants head. At that time, we were using calculators of increasing complexity, but most electronic devices that we know of today did not exist.
High technology in 1986 can be seen in the 1986 movie “Back to the Future”. The technology that was representative of the probes within our skulls betrayed a level of technology that was far greater than was was available for public consumption. The reader must recall, that I was implanted in 1981, a full half a decade before this movie was released.
Telephones were still connected to the walls with wires. Many still had rotary dials instead of push button keypads.
Tape recorders were huge and used actual magnetic tape. Video cameras were enormous and were the size of a small backpack. Computers were still mostly available as kits that you could build, or as large mainframe computers with printout readers instead of phosphorescent screens.
The computer language that I learned in college was called APL, though both FORTRAN and BASIC were just then being developed. All of this was indicative of an emerging electronics revolution, but in no way could it be considered mature enough to develop the (tiny) probes that were implanted into my skull.
I do not know of how these probes were developed, nor who worked on the systems, processes and procedures that revolved around them. The fact that there were “families” of different probes with differing capabilities implied that a great deal of research, development, and time and effort went into them.
Never the less, while it is possible that they were wholly independently developed by a cadre of scientists working on the control of the human mind. I now know that this was not the case. The actual and real truth is far more interesting. This is, that the root technology, and programming of the implanted probes, were all wholly synthesized from extraterrestrial technology.
Now, the reader must appreciate that I do not know the full story of the probes, nor their development.
I do not know when the work began on this aspect of technology, nor who authorized it. But, I do know something about the probes themselves. Something that even those who were in control of the entire probe implantation program did not know. This knowledge is an important part of why this information is being disclosed now.
Those individuals who lead the black-budget research into extraterrestrial technology were human, like you and I. They understood the potential danger of using extraterrestrial technologies, and were concerned that they might be used in a negative way. They never fully trusted their extraterrestrial allies, but somehow the thought never crossed their mind that the extraterrestrials that provided this technology to them might have other agendas that they might want to implement.
All American made computers and software today have “back-door” access enabling various American alphabet organizations to bypass security protocols, and passwords. In a similar way, the extraterrestrials who gave this technology to the United States government also have unrestricted access to the brains of those implanted. And, that my readers is exactly what happened.
The extraterrestrial species that helped provide this technology to MAJestic did so with the knowledge that they could access it at will. Thus, they could not only monitor the “feed” and activities of those so implanted, but they could also control their actions, memories and emotions.
Now, consider this frightening thought; If every person, in a leadership position, has these probes installed, and the extraterrestrials can access their brains, then the extraterrestrials can indeed control certain aspects of the United States government. It is pretty frightening when you think about this aspect of the technology used.
I do not know the exact precise interests and purposes surrounding the extraterrestrials who aided the United States government. But, I do know that they are not interested in ruling the world like we humans would assume they would be.
Their interests lie in a completely different direction. And it is a very complicated and involved discussion involving a host of issues relating to quantum clouds, race interaction over vast swaths of time, the accumulation of knowledge and experiences as well as the improvement of their own quantum environment.
Consider the operation of such devices. What do the extraterrestrials think about the operation of the devices? What do the human engineers and scientists think about how these devices operate?
There is a substantial disconnect between understandings on how the ELF triggered probes operate. Obviously we humans think one thing, though those whom designed the probes have another idea all together.
What the probes are, and how they work, are not what the United States scientists and technical experts think. Their understanding of the nature of the probes is simplistic and basic. They are functional, and elaborate, from a physical understanding. But the vast bulk of their capabilities are quantum in nature, and this understanding has eluded the scientists and researchers using them. These probes have a number of abilities and capabilities that far outstrip those that the researchers know about.
The ELF probes are quantum devices with a small physical manifestation.
When installed they modify the brain and its activity in a huge way. Not so much on the physical dimensional plane, but rather on the quantum spheres of influence. They increase the human (which is limited) quantum sphere into a greater, or more substantial one. This adds an amount of additional quantum appendages, or appliances to the human so implanted. This gives the implanted human a greater range of abilities.
One of the primary purposes of this improved quantum sphere is to make the human quantum cloud compatible with the quantum sphere of another extraterrestrial race. Thus adding the host human into a sort of quantum cloud collective. This runs counter to what the military thinks the system works. In their view the probes are merely an elaborate communication tool. They are incorrect.
Core kit two probes go even further and provide inter-dimensional autonomous access ability.
Those of us, implanted with the two probe kits and entangled with the drones, have a special understanding of the nature of the extraterrestrial allies that we worked with. It is a significant departure from what the implanted probes are supposed to be capable of. By entangling our souls through use of the two probe kits, we actually are able to share and experience a part of the extraterrestrial hive memory repository. From there, they can communicate to us directly without having the need to activate the ELF field. We can instantaneously understand what they might want us to do; what actions to take, and why it is important.
This is but a part of a larger effort that originates from our extraterrestrial allies and is not associated in any way with the United States government. In our world nothing is truly unexpected, but rather it all fits in with a larger plan. There are plans within plans, within plans.
Take Aways
The United States have technology that can control memories.
The United States has technology that can open special doors or portals.
This technology is placed inside the brain.
It is controlled by radiation, specifically extra-low frequency radiation, known as ELF.
MAJestic requires this technology for all members.
Other people, outside of MAJestic, are also implanted with similar technology.
People in politics can abuse agents so implanted with these devices to further their own objectives.
FAQ
Q: What probes are you implanted with?
A: I have seven ELF probes. They come in two “kits”. One is a “basic” kit that controls memory access. The other is sort of key that permits MWI access. Additionally, I have a very special device that is wholly extraterrestrial in origin. It was installed by our extraterrestrial benefactors at one of their facilities. It gives me advantage.
Q: If the probes can control memory, how can you remember anything?
A: During my retirement, at ADC Pine Bluff, there was a mistake done when deactivating my probes. It reset to defaults, and I pulled up the source code and locked things to my own individual advantage.
Q: Have you ever wanted to shoot up anyone or any place?
A: No. Though I often have a strong desire to eat a nice pizza and drink a cold beer. I suppose that if someone had the ability access my now-mothballed probes, but reactivated control sequences, they might decide to mess with my head. They could give me urges to do things, or pester me until I go crazy in frustration. However, there are solutions to get around that, don’t you know.
I have two sets of MAJestic probes, and one set of very unique extraterrestrial probes. Urges generated out from MAJestic are easy to identify. They are “coarse” and “crude”. They are like being pestered by a horse-fly. Urges generated from my extraterrestrial benefactor (direct access) probes are far more subtle. I just do things immediately. No thoughts about them are possible. There is no debate, and no questioning. Which is why I am involved in this disclosure at this time.
Mostly, the urges I have are related to having fun, eating food, drinking wine, playing with my dog, watching cat videos and growing tomato plants. Mostly, I have these strong urges to eat fine American sandwiches. You just cannot get them here in China, for Pete’s sake. I think that people do not appreciate how wonderful food is. They just take it for granted.
Sandwiches are wonderful. I especially like an Italian grinder. Oh, and don’t forget the frosty cold beer that goes along with it.
Q: Have you ever thought about getting the probes removed?
A: Sometimes, but you know why bother. It would probably kill me. I have gotten so used to having them and their characteristics that the loss of them would make me fall into the default human reality. I really don’t know if I could revert to that again.
Truthfully, I am somewhere in-between. When I was deactivated in ADC Pine bluff, I lost my MWI autonomous ability, and the keys were “turned off”. But, one of the local “good old boy” guards went into the control booth after the “experts” from Washington left. He started playing with the controls. It was not a fun time, at all. Let me tell you.
Anyways, he did something that caused a reset.
Imagine that the boys from Washington, followed the directions and ran the shut down sequence. All was good. The probes were in a “standby, but do nothing” mode. The “Good old boy” when he started playing with the controls first [1] pulled me out of “standby” mode. Then, by moving the controls up and down and spinning the knobs, caused [2] some sort of sequence to activate. Suddenly, the [3] programming screen filled my line of sight.
It might have been thirty years, but I could still program the probes.
I [4] reset the defaults, and then locked out remote access. He played all he wanted to, and I just lay on my rack adjusting my controls with my mind. Eventually he gave up.
Here is an example of using a subroutine to institute a “fetch command”.
Now, is this fate, coincidence, or just the way things worked out? I do not know. What I do know is that MAJestic considers me retired and they cannot communicate with me normally through the probes. They have to follow secondary protocols. However, the extraterrestrial benefactors can still communicate to me. Though the way they do it is not the same as human speech and auditory senses. They kind of “will” their interests and desire.
So here we have it.
I’m retired, but not. I’m active, but not. I’m blogging but not making any kind of influence. I’m in a perpetual grey zone.
Do I want to get rid of the probes? Nope leave them in. They offer me MWI perception, though access to the slides are no longer possible.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
As the reader might recall, I was attending training to become a Naval Aviator for the United States Navy. One day, the base commander summoned me and another (known in this manuscript as Sebastian) and offered us a special role in a “new” program put in place by the President of the United States. We discussed the opportunity with him and we agreed to join the program. We exchanged our (very) valuable and coveted Naval Aviator positions for something else in a special program (otherwise) known as MAJestic. We stood up after the meeting with him and exited his office in the ELF sub-compound at the Naval base. This post discusses what happened next…
This is a very important post, but it is also a bit bland. There are segments within this post that are very valuable. I would suggest the reader pay attention and be on the outlook for those nuggets of gold.
We Began Immediately
The first thing that happened after we signed up for the program was [1] an introductory lecture on what a SAP was, and [2] the training associated with brain-centering technology. This chapter discusses that subject.
We left the office, then went a short distance down the hall. We exited the building, crossed the parking lot and entered an adjacent building that was nearby. It was the largest building in the sub-complex and I thus assume that it was the most important.
“The classification was, from the outset, above Top Secret, so the vast majority of U.S. officials and politicians, let alone a mere allied minister of defense, were never in the loop . . . “-Paul Hellyer, former Canadian Minister of Defense (2005)
We opened a side door and went in. We found ourselves in a large dim warehouse. It was bare for the most part with a few huge objects covered with large canvas tarps off to the sides. There was a small group of approximately twenty people, all women, clustered around a relatively tall petty officer who was explaining things on a portable chalkboard. There was another seaman, off to the right, standing against the cement brick wall. We walked closer to observe, but stayed apart from the group.
We just stood there and watched the presentation.
The Lecture
“I now (personally) have three completely independent examples of individuals whom I trust reporting to me that individuals they trust have admitted to handling alien materials in "our" possession in the course of secret official duties. And in yet two more cases, I am similarly one (trustworthy) step removed from a former head of a federal government agency who was involved with reverse engineering efforts and a head of state of a G8 country who also said he had been officially briefed on that program.Now the Air Force Project Blue Book of the 1950s and 1960s did have both a public and a classified side. I suspect that after the public half of Blue Book closed up shop following the Condon Report, its classified half may have continued, existing today as a black special access program…”-Bernard Haisch. (ufoskeptic.org)
We missed the beginning of the presentation, but it was easy to follow the lecture.
We listened intently, not quite understanding everything that he was talking about. While the basic idea was simple, he was using unfamiliar terms, and referring to units and organizations that we knew nothing about, but apparently referred to the audience he was addressing. He spoke expertly as if he had made this presentation numerous times before.
We walked in on a lecture in process. There in the large room were a group of cute and attractive girls, all that same age was us two AOCS. They were stunning.
The audience, that he was making a presentation to, had nothing to do with us.
I assume. Perhaps they were staff that were being trained to be the “black widows” that retired agents. Perhaps they were being trained to do various secretary level activities. Perhaps they were part of some kind of off-world breeding program. Who the heck knows?
They were all female, wearing civilian clothes, and all very attractive. We walked into a “mother-load” or attractive girls. They were all beautiful, and ranged from cute to full blown stunning. They were there at the ELF facility for other purposes unrelated to us. We knew nothing about them and they knew nothing about us. We were entering one SAP program. They were entering another. Both programs were under MAJestic control. Both programs utilized static portal access. Both programs required us to register our desires.
The Level of Secrecy
We listened to the presentation.
He explained to us that we were all joining a special program. (The name of the program was not given; or if it was, I do not remember it.) This program was an “Unacknowledged (When questioned; a government official will deny and disavowal knowledge and understanding and existence of the project.) Special Access Program” (U-SAP).
Special access programs (SAPs) in the federal government of the United States of America are security protocols that provides highly classified information with safeguards and access restrictions that exceed those for regular (collateral) classified information. It may be a type of black project. In addition to collateral controls, a SAP may impose more stringent investigative or adjudicative requirements, specialized nondisclosure agreements, special terminology or markings, exclusion from standard contract investigations (carve-outs), and centralized billet systems.
Two types of SAP exist: acknowledged and unacknowledged. The existence of an acknowledged SAP may be publicly disclosed, but the details of the program remain classified. An unacknowledged SAP (or U-SAP) is made known only to authorized persons, including members of the appropriate committees of the United States Congress.
The nature of the program and the tasks that we were involved in required that we be implanted with special memory controlling technology. As it was explained to us, this was necessary for our own safety. It doesn’t matter which program that you are in or what role you will have in that program. Everyone must be implanted with probes in their brain. Not all probes are the same, and some probes have other functions other than for security. But, everyone in our class of SAP, absolutely MUST be implanted with a basic kit.
“Everyone in the program must be implanted with probes in their brain.”
He then looked at me, Sebastian and the Commander. He nodded at us, and added that some of us would be involved in even more secretive programs. These were very important programs, and required even more important (or complex) technology.
He called the program that we were to be involved in as a” Waived Unacknowledged Special Access Program” W(U)-SAP. He said that these programs report to the highest levels of authority and answer to absolutely no one else.
Waived SAP's are a subset of unacknowledged SAP's in the Department of Defense.
These SAP's are exempt by statutory authority of the Secretary of Defense from most reporting requirements and, within the legislative branch, the only persons who are required to be informed of said SAP's are the chairpersons and ranking committee members of the Senate Appropriations Committee, Senate Armed Services Committee, House Appropriations Committee, and the House Armed Services Committee.
Of course, to us at that time, it was all “Greek” to us and went completely over our heads.
That's Greek to me or It's (all) Greek to me is an idiom used in the English language. It basically expresses that something is not understandable.
The idiom is typically used with respect to the foreign nature, complexity or imprecision of verbal or written expression or diagram, often containing excessive use of jargon, dialect, mathematics, science, symbols, or diagrams.
Implantation
Thus, before we could begin our mission assignment, we needed to be implanted. And before we can operate with the implants we first need to know how to use them. Fundamentally, to use them, and unlock their full range of capabilities, you need to be able to focus and control your mind. Not everyone has had a course in transcendental meditation, and because of this external tools and techniques are used to focus your mind. The purpose of this was to (more or less) put our mind in “idle”. We had to turn off random thoughts and random synapses firing, and be able to “calm” the activity in our brain down to a “neutral” level of activity.
Implantation (that he was referring to) is the physical placement of small (I assumed to be computerized) probes inside your brain. There are different kinds of probes and they come in different forms and styles; known as “kits”. To use the probes, they had to be engaged, and to engage the probes the mind needed to be “centered”.
The implants, or probes, have different capabilities.
They enabled us to be tracked.
They enabled us to be identified, because each probe has a unique identification signal.
They enabled us to control and improve our memory to some extent.
They gave us the ability to learn new skills and knowledge, with the proper training.
They also permitted the compartmentalization of our memories to prevent secrets from falling into the hands of adversarial forces. This included the suppression of memory (though memories are never erased).
They also have the ability to monitor body functions.
They also have a limited ability to control various bodily functions.
The ability to control our biological functions were mostly retarded. They could somewhat control our muscle reasons, making them quick or slow. They could improve or retard the efficiency of our biological functions such as the stomach, kidney, liver, and genitals. They could also affect our general health through use of these controls.
Finally, and most importantly,
He said that the most important aspect of the probes was that they were a kind of special key that enabled us to “unlock” a very special kind of door.
All of this caused some concern with the ladies. However, he reassured them, and told them not to worry.
He said that the strictest protocols were involved and absolutely no one would misuse the program. Further, access of the probes was by a very rigorous method that precluded accidental or malevolent abuse.
He specifically told the young ladies that no one would alter their emotional desires unless there were good cause to do so, and that no matter what happens, they would always retain who they were. Their personality would never be affected.
Finally, he stated that the probes were only used sporadically, and they are never used unless really good reasons justify it.
Further, he assured them that one’s memory is never truly erased. That would require extensive cranial surgery. Instead, the way our brain searches for the memory is altered. People still remember everything. All the training, and the missions, are remembered. However, they lose their significance, their value and their importance. The events become ‘commonplace’. An example would be like the fifth time when you opened the bathroom door in your grandmother’s house. Remembered, but considered to be unimportant.
Context-dependent memory refers to improved recall of specific episodes or information when the context present at encoding and retrieval are the same. In the case of the probes this is easily facilitated or retarded depending on the memory. Thus, a given memory can be blocked through withholding items that aid in the recall of it. One particularly common example of context-dependence at work occurs when an individual has lost an item (e.g. lost car keys) in an unknown location. Typically, people try to systematically "retrace their steps" to determine all of the possible places where the item might be located. Based on the role that context plays in determining recall, it is not at all surprising that individuals often quite easily discover the lost item upon returning to the correct context.
Now, not all probes could do this, but ours could. They monitored temperature, pulse, blood pressure and mental activity. They also monitored eye movement and what our visual cortex observed, including dreams and thoughts that had a visual component.
If our thoughts accessed the visual cortex they could be observed remotely. I tell the reader this two times; what we viewed though our eyes was physically observed by our handlers at MAJestic. Therefore, if I watched a movie, read a book, had sex, or ate a pizza, the handlers, if they were monitoring me, could observe exactly the same things that my eyes saw.
This was twenty years before Bill Clinton (D) became President and started using each and every resource at his fingertips to push his own domestic agenda, often not even knowing what the resources were used for and what impact they would have on other programs. When Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State, it is well known that she surrounded herself with a large number of “special” women who were fiercely loyal to her. Knowing what I do, I can’t help but muse about the source of this loyalty.
Focusing for the Probes
In order for us to best be able to use the probes and utilize their features, we needed to be able to access them. To do this, we needed to be able to calm and center our mind. And, to be able to do that, we need to be instructed to use the tools provided to do so. The probes would not operate efficiently unless the brain and thoughts were “centered”.
There were numerous methods, but the one adopted by the US Navy was the “fiducial” method.
Learning How to Focus using the Triangular Feducials
The feducials in the cement blocks was a unique, but important element of the ELF program. These symbols are used to center, focus and control the mind.
It is a simple and easy system. Throughout the United States are grey cement block buildings, walls, and other structures. This is a universal and standardized building material in America. This common building material is used as the focusing medium for the ELF program. (This is not the case in other nations or countries. There are different kinds of building materials, bricks, sheet panels, and other building elements too numerous to mention here. But, in the USA the plain, unadorned, cement block is the most common building element.)
The feducials were a shape that was embedded within a cement block. There were two different blocks. One had a basic triangular shape, and the other block had two triangular shapes.
There are two special cement blocks. They are placed side by side. The block on the left contains only one triangle. It is shaped into the mold used to create the block. It is not chiseled in. The second block on the right contains two triangles. One above the other. Each triangle is one inch long and 1 inch high. It is approximately 1/2 inch deep. The angles on the triangle are oriented in such a way that the left side edge is vertical. And the other two edges of the triangle are at a 30 degree angles off from the horizontal. This is true for both blocks.
The above is the dimensions for the “two triangle” fiducial block. The feducials always use two blocks. There is a “single triangle” fiducial block and a “double triangle” fiducial black. The “single triangle” block is always placed to the physical left of the “double triangle” fiducial block. The dimensions are standardized and aside from the indentations in the blocks, they are just ordinary cast cement blocks. There are no embedded controls, antennas or electronics of any kind inside the blocks.
During the presentation, the seaman standing against the wall, would move his left hand in an open hand gesture to show the fiducial imprints that was being discussed. He first pointed to the fiducial triangle in the left block. Then, in short order he took a few steps and then pointed with his open hand to the two right fiducial triangles. It was a simple method and very easy to understand.
You know, that might make a nice Tee-shirt. You could put a picture of the three triangles on the shirt. Maybe have it white on black.
Using the Focus Method
To use the feducial focusing method, you relax your vision. As you do so, the image blurs and the two images superimpose over each other. Such then it appears that there are three triangles in a straight line. One above each other. This is an important relaxation step. That is because the visual cortex has to be stabilized in order to properly operate the probes.
It wasn’t any more complicated than that. To operate the probes, the mind must be relaxed by using the feducial triangle relaxation method.
The presentation ended, and the two seamen and their all-female audience left the building. We three; Sebastian, myself and the Commander, walked forward past where the presentation was held and entered another door, which led into a wide well-lit hallway. We followed the corridor for a few seconds and found ourselves in a wide open room. He stepped out for a minute and returned with a Naval doctor and told us that we would be “in good hands”, and that he would return later to get us.
He then left us there.
Three Triangles as an Identification Nomenclature
One of the common identification nomenclatures between differing black project groups is the three triangle symbology.
Obviously, for us, the three triangle symbology refers to the indexing feducials used to focus our attention when entering the primary implantation facility. These symbols are always chiseled into the cement blocks of all facilities that have ELF transmitter access. (The investigator will find these feducials in the basement walls of certain government and state buildings, intake barracks of prison facilities, military bases, and in certain secure agency buildings.) In general, where there is a transmitter, the ‘software’ inside the implants can be accessed.
Typically, where a fiducial is found, a small localized transmitter is located inside a nearby locked closet. Typically the closet has a heavy gauge door with secure hinges and high-security lock mechanisms. The transmitter inside has its own breaker box, and is used to provide a kind of localized field (of which I can in no way describe) that is benefited by a person focusing on the feducials on the wall.
Always, without exception, we need to be activated under controlled conditions. Thus, the feducials are an important part of a mind relaxation technique to harmonize the mind. As such, those who are using the fiducial triangles to focus upon needs to do so in a secure, safe and private environment. Typically, in many buildings, this can be achieved by accessing the feducials and transmitter after common working hours, or though the establishment of a safe area through locking the doors and providing a safe environment.
I do not know if this is the same reason that other black project participants identify themselves, but I suspect that it might be.
I make this statement because I know (from the doctor) that some of the other agencies and organizations get implanted and they also need to focus their minds to utilize the calibration routines for the probes. If you are part of the highest levels of MAJestic, or part of one of the many specialized (associated) SAP programs you will be implanted. If you are not implanted, the program that you were part of was NOT important enough. (Although I do not know of the differences from the MAJestic probes and the probes of non-MAJestic operatives.)
What I do know is this. Make no mistake. If you are a member of MAJestic, you will have the implants, and you WILL be able to use the “key” to access the “portal” door for MWI access and world-line egress.
It is well known that some alphabet groups use a triangle for membership identification. This is most often shown on a ring with a triangle on it. Some people state that this indicates allegiance with the illuminati.
The Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, "enlightened") is a name given to several groups, both real and fictitious. Historically, the name refers to the Bavarian Illuminati, an Enlightenment-era secret society founded on May 1, 1776 to oppose superstition, prejudice, religious influence over public life, abuses of state power, and to support women's education and gender equality. For the record, I have no opinion whether or not this group is still active at this time.
Some people claim that it belongs in association with other occult groups. Still others believe that this is associated with secret societies. Alternatively, they might claim that it represents “the all seeing eye”.
The Eye of Providence (or the all-seeing eye of God) is a symbol showing an eye often surrounded by rays of light or a glory and usually enclosed by a triangle. It is sometimes interpreted as representing the eye of God watching over humankind (or divine providence). In the modern era, the most notable depiction of the eye is the reverse of the Great Seal of the United States, which appears on the United States one-dollar bill.
I know nothing about all of that. The conspiratorial theories that seem to propagate around the New World Order, and the triangle nomenclature are foreign to me. I was never asked to join such an organization, nor was I ever exposed to any except peripherally. As far as I am concerned, the similarity between the three triangle nomenclature and the secret society nomenclature is coincidental at best.
As a conspiracy theory, the term New World Order or NWO refers to the emergence of a totalitarian one-world government.
The common theme in conspiracy theories about a New World Order is that a secretive power elite with a globalist agenda is conspiring to eventually rule the world. Their plan is to do so through an authoritarian world government which replaces sovereign nation-states. They manufacture this narrative through an all-encompassing propaganda agenda that ideologizes its establishment as the culmination of history's progress.
Significant occurrences in politics and finance are speculated to be orchestrated by an unduly influential cabal operating through many front organizations. Numerous historical and current events are seen as steps in an on-going plot to achieve world domination through secret political gatherings and decision-making processes.
I do not consider myself a member of this or any related organization in any way. Nor do I know factually if any of the NWO, and secret societies actually exist. While I do believe in conspiracies, and “the deep state”, I can offer no proof that it actually exists.
Next Phase
You can read about what happened after this short period of training. I wrote about it HERE.
I had to get my MAJestic probes installed. Then I needed to have a kit of extraterrestrial probes installed.
Take Aways
After I joined MAJestic, I participated in a lecture discussing “Special Access Programs” and probes.
The probes would be surgically inserted in our brains.
The probes controlled our memories, and possibly our emotions.
The probes acted as a kind of “key” that could open a special type of door or portal.
In order to utilize the probes, we needed to be trained to calm and center our mind.
The method we were trained to do so was the “Feducial” method.
FAQ
Q: What was the purpose of the young ladies there?
A: I do not know. We only shared the lecture with them. Later on we entered a ELF gateway center together. However, we all had different destinations.
Q: Can you enter the “gateway” without using the feducials?
A: Maybe you actually can. But, I wouldn’t want to try. The MWI is and can be quite dangerous. You might really mess up your brain in doing so. You really don’t want to take risks with technology that you know nothing about. Right?
Q: How do you know what the dimensions are for the feducials?
A: When I was in the ADC, at the Pine Bluff facility, as I entered my retirement, the feducials were right outside my cell. That floored me. I well remember walking up to the wall to see if they were real. I then measured them using my fingers to confirm the dimensions.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
When I was asked to join MAJestic, I was not some smuck on the street. Instead, I was in the middle of training to be an elite Naval Aviator pilot. The decision to join MAJestic was an important one, and should not be discounted as some trivial event. It was a “red pill” moment that changed me, my life, my career, and my future.
Here, I relate how the organization was presented to me, and my decision train used to accept membership.
For those of you who are unawares, MAJestic is program that is not supposed to exist. It is “tin-foil hat” conspiracy stuff. It is just the type of “nonsense” that the big software giants like Facebook, Google, and Twitter are doing their best to suppress. Even Obama had to say that there is nothing there. You can believe him, right? After all, he was the most honest President since George Washington chopped down that pesky cherry tree.
MAJestic is a waived, unacknowledged, special access program that operates as a carve-out within American industry. It was authorized by the President of the United States and handles all things related to extraterrestrials. Like 007, the IMF, and U.N.C.L.E. all fictional television and movie organizations, this organization does not officially exist.
This is the story, and my narrative, on how I was convinced to leave my Naval Aviator training and join MAJestic.
We begin this narrative at NAS NASC Pensacola, Florida. It was early June 1981. I was in the United States Navy. I was in training. It was hot, sunny and humid. I was in AOCS. My class, 21-81 had settled in and were comfortably involved in a procedure that would manufacture us into bona fied Naval Aviators…
I was in the middle of school learning to be a Naval Aviator as the first step to become a Naval Astronaut.
Special Call-out During Roll Call
Of course, every morning, after morning PT and breakfast, we would line up for roll call. Here, if we had medical issues or anything that we needed to address, we would announce it here. Also, any announcements that we needed to here would be made.
It was a comfortable routine, and aside from the one time when I had an eye infection, it was uneventful. (My left eye. I had an infection in my tear gland. I have no idea how it occurred. Probably bacteria from the swimming pool, that I failed to rinse off properly.)
So imagine my surprise when one day, during Monday morning inspection, I was called out and told to go to the Commander’s Office. Standing next to the DI (Marine Corps Drill Instructor) was an upperclassman who was assigned to collect me and escort me to the Commander. This surprised me, and I was extremely nervous.
Training Pipeline. The training pipeline back in 1981 was something similar to this. Is is a Marine Corps Aviator pipeline. While the Marine corps trained along side the Navy, they had a different pipeline as they had a different mix of aircraft and mission roles.
I remember the date well. It was Monday in early June 1981. The morning was sunny and tropical as only Florida can be during early Summer. (We had already done morning PT, and had breakfast.) We stood there at ease and I was called out of the ranks to accompany the upperclassman to the Base Commander’s office.
We never saw or visited the Commander. That was the Holiest of Holies. The closest that we ever got to those in charge were the officers who taught the classes to us, the various drill instructors, or the occasional officer that we would run into during our periodic events. We never got to have a meeting with them, and most especially, never one in person, alone. So it was a real surprise and an amazing event for me. I was curious, stunned and extremely nervous.
I immediately fell out of line and walked with the upperclassman. When we were out of earshot I asked him what was going on, but he told me that he didn’t know. He said that he didn’t think it was anything bad because I did nothing wrong. So, he reasoned, that it must be a good thing. But what it was, he did not know.
We walked side by side. I was on the left and he was on my right. We looked straight ahead with eyes fixed forward as was our training. We talked in low voices in a calm and friendly manner, not giving any indication that we were communicating in any manner what so ever to an outside observer.
He led me down the street to the Commander’s Office. We went in through a side door near the back, and he dropped me off in the hallway after reporting to the aide there. He then wished me good luck and left.
At the Commanders office was a bit of activity. There were a number of officers chatting inside the office which was obvious because the door was open, as well as a small contingent who was leaving, but stopped to banter about in front. Since he was busy in his office chatting with some other officers, I waited outside in the hallway. There were perhaps three wooden chairs in the hallways across from his office, and I sat in the middle one.
It wasn’t long, perhaps five minutes later, when I met another Naval Aviation Officer Candidate from another class, and we waited patiently outside. For practical purposes, I will not reveal his name. But instead will refer to him as “Sebastian”. Neither of us had any idea what was going on. It was a mystery to both of us. So we just shrugged our shoulders and waited on the chairs in the hall outside his office until he was ready to chat with us.
We waited for about seven to ten minutes. We just sat outside in the short hallway that was outside his office.
Eventually he finished his meeting and walked outside his office with the other officers. After bidding them farewell, he turned to us and waved us inside. His office was huge. All the offices were pretty big, but his was the size of small banquet hall. He led us into his office and towards his desk. As we approached his desk and as we started to sit down, the door opened and we were interrupted by yet another officer wanting to discuss some matter of medium importance. The Commander excused himself and went to the officer. Chatted to him for a few minutes and then returned.
It was a little like this scene from the movie “Top Gun”, except that the office was much, much larger. The commander was not so casual. He was friendly, but businesslike.
The Commander was impressive. It was not his size, for he was shorter than us, nor was it his appearance. He was approximately 45 years old, give or take five years, and had the beginnings of white hair at his temples. He had a round face and a good friendly smile with eyes that contained an intensity that I had never seen previously. He was an engaging fellow and I immediately respected him. It was not about his office, or the uniform that he wore. I respected him in the way that he carried himself. He held his role and position with dignity, honor and respect.
Before we had a chance to get settled he motioned for us to follow him.
He said “Perhaps it would be best if we go elsewhere…” and we left his office. He said a few words to the aide waiting outside his office (Obviously, the aide was given instructions that we were not to be disturbed, and that he should handle various issues that were on-going at that time.). He then led us through the hallway to the door at the end. Opening it led to a small parking lot. We exited to a cement platform, went down the stairs to the back of the building and got into a small car with government license plates. I sat in the back while the Commander drove and the Sebastian sat shotgun up front.
“Sitting shotgun” is an American slang that refers to riding next to the driver of a vehicle. It is derived from the days of the Westward Expansion in America where Stage Coaches would transport people, money and goods across large distances frequented by bandits. The person riding next to the Stage Coach driver would carry a shotgun to defend the crew from bandits and other criminals.
In case you were not aware of it, military bases are huge. Buildings are often spread apart with miles separating them. In order to move about a person can either use their own car, or if they have the privilege, can access the base car pool.
As the commander of the base, he had access to the car pool at his disposal, and he used it. The car he drove us in that day was a plain sub compact, and painted an ugly light blue. Not that it is important, but I think it was a General Motors sub compact of some obscure (to us now) brand and style.
Joining MAJestic
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- Mark Twain
We didn’t know it then, but we were being considered to join one of the most exciting programs ever conceived by the United States. We were chosen out of flight school due to our intelligence, experience, and potential. This program was NOT some super-secret military operation used to engage cold war operations against another nation.
This program was NOT about war, fighting war, or combative strategies against other nations.
I’m going to split from my narrative for a spell. This is just to put everything in it’s proper context.
Some comments about war. Under the surface of almost every sociopolitical and economic event in the world there burns an ever-raging, but often unseen, war. It's often a HIDDEN war.
It's not fought with tanks, soldiers, battleships and missiles. Instead it is fought behind the scenes, and through manipulation of the public. This war is conducted covertly.
This war, at least for now, is fought with fiction and with truth, with journalistic combat and with quiet individual deeds. It is defined by two sides which could not be more philosophically or spiritually separate.
Side "A" - Globalists
On one side is a pervasive network of the wealthy and powerful. They believe that they can dictate the direction of the world or a given nation. This network is often loosely organized (we assume, though indications are that the Obama Presidency had indeed organized and weaponized it).
This side consists of corporate moguls and other monied elites, banking entities, international financial consortium's, think tanks and political puppets. They are the rich and the powerful.
They are the people who eventually (though their surrogates and proxies) raise your taxes. They have made arrangements to place the burden on responsibility on you. They have decreased your standard of living, and make everything subject to fees and tolls. This includes requiring you to have a permit to fish, a prescription to get medicine, and registration to get a license to work. These people are the ones who have done that.
Oh, certainly not directly. Through their legions and armies of paid surrogates.
They work tirelessly to reshape public psychology and society as a whole into something they sometimes call the “New World Order”. It is a globalist ideal. Where they believe that once the world has one single government, true harmony can be realized... by THEM.
The NWO idea or concept is of a completely and scientifically centralized planet in which they control every aspect of government, trade, life and even moral compass. I often refer to them simply as the “Globalists,” which is how they at times refer to themselves.
In the globalist’s worldview, the idea of the United States of America as a sovereign nation, One Nation Under God, is an anachronism. It is but a quaint artifact left over from an earlier age.
We are all citizens of the world, Obama proclaimed in Berlin in 2008, united by our participation in the brave new “global economy.”
Side "B" - Liberty and Freedom Movement
On the other side is a movement that has developed organically and instinctively, growing without direct top-down “leadership.” This side has it's various teachers and activists. All of whom are driven by a concrete set of principles based in natural law.
It is composed of the religious, the agnostic and even some atheists. It is soldiered by people of all ethnic and financial backgrounds. These groups are tied together by a singular and resounding belief in the one vital thing they can all agree upon — the inherent and inborn rights of freedom.
I call them the “Liberty Movement.”
There are those who think they do not have a dog in this fight. These are the ignorant, the blissful and the mentally impaired. These people are those whom ignore it and those who are completely oblivious to it.
However, EVERYONE can and will be affected by it, no exceptions.
This war is for the future of the human race. Its consequences will determine if the next generation will choose the conditions of their environment, or not. The conflict will determine if one has the ability to reach their true potential as individuals or if every aspect of their lives will be micromanaged for them. Micromanaged, by the way, by a faceless, soulless bureaucracy that does not have THEIR best interests at heart.
A soulless bureaucracy that exists at the pleasure of the few that control the globalist society.
Quick Summary
Technology has developed to a point where we can control and genetically engineer our offspring. If the world is one where freedom and liberty reigns, our offspring will cohabit a world equally with others.
However, if the world is controlled by a globalist society, controlled by a precious few, then the world will be genetically engineered into a stratified society. There would be classes of people, genetically mandated. They would be bred to be complaisant as sheep. Some would be genetically designated as warriors. Some as docile workers. Some as breeding machines. While others as disposable automatons.
It would be a world where there would not be any opportunities to leave the life-prison that you were genetically programmed into at birth.
Anyways, sorry for the short digression. Let’s stay on point. Now…
Back to my narrative. It’s a sunny day, and I am getting into a light blue sub-compact car with the base commander with my companion Sebastian.
At that time we had no idea what was going on.
At that point in time, we were still in training. Our world was one of drills with the DI, gouging information, meeting physical exertion tests,and qualifying to fly the new F/A-18 that was just being deployed.
We did not know what the purpose was for the Base Commander to speak to us. We hadn’t a clue.
The key to everything is your attitude. A positive attitude is an asset in unexpected situations.
Not all unexpected events are negative. Sometimes, what seems like a problem, or even a disaster, could be a blessing in disguise.
A negative event can awaken ambition, motivation, and persistence, which would lead to progress and success.
A positive one can build your life. However, what happens when something unknown AND unexpected occurs? What happens when you have to make decisions based on strange situations and unknown results? How would you, the reader, be able to handle the events?
Riding with the Base Commander
“It's not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What's hard, she said, is figuring out what you're willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.”
― Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way
The Commander drove us away from his office and once on the road he began to make small talk. It was the kind of chit-chat what you would expect. He asked us how did we liked our training, and what did we think of the base. He asked us about our interests and how different Florida must be from where we came from. He had read our dossiers and so had a pretty good grasp of where we came from and what motivated us. After a few minutes of this small banter, he then asked abruptly
“So, you’re probably wondering what’s going on here, aren’t you?”
And, of course, be both agreed. (I, myself, sat up in the car seat and leaned forward.) We told him that we hadn’t a clue on what was going on. So we started to pepper him with questions; respectfully.
We really did not know what to expect. Our entire life; our 24-7 training was all focused towards flying high performance military aircraft. In our minds, and correctly realized, was that the US Navy had the most modern high performance aircraft in service and that they operated in the most difficult conditions possible. For us to be pulled aside and selected for something was stupendous, but WHAT it actually was could only be speculated upon. In my mind, however, I envisioned spaceships docking with space stations in high orbit while the earth spun below in quiet splendor. I imagined high technologies. I imagined a need for skilled individuals such as ourselves integrating with these kinds of “special” devices and machinery.
We began to chat in this manner as the subcompact drove along the base roads.
He told us that we would be able to speak more frankly and freer in his “other “ office. However, for now he would be able to discuss some general queries from us. The first question was obvious. “Why was he talking with us, and what was it all about?” To our surprise, he answered this question quite readily.
In a calm and clear voice, he stated that he wanted to ask us to enter in a new and “different” program. It was a program of special importance and significance. He said it matter of fact; as if he had done this kind of thing many times earlier. (Maybe so, but not for OUR particular program.)
I immediately stopped looking out the window and moved to the center of the back seat so that I could face the Commander and Sebastian. (I was sitting behind the commander on the left side. Sebastian was in the front passenger seat.) I looked at the Commander who was driving and wondered what he meant. I leaned forward and rested my arms on the back of the seat and, to be quite honest, was enraptured in every word that the Commander had to say.
Our dream was to fly. FLY. For me, I didn’t just want to fly, but I wanted to fly into space. To consider that we wouldn’t be doing that was incomprehensible.
The answer that the Commander gave us was truly stunning and it just begged an entire armada of questions, so we then asked a secondary follow up question. “Would we be flying?” And to our surprise, the answer was “No”. (The answer was absolutely and definitely; “NO”!) My heart sagged at that moment, and I was rather disheartened.
I sat back in my seat and then looked out of the left side window. I watched the trees pass by. I felt a big pit in my stomach. As I was told that the most important person in my life at that time… just told me that he did not want me to fly. He wanted me to do something else.
Something else?
Some THING different…
Which then begged third question, since we had to pass all kinds of tests and trials to be able to fly high performance jets, why select us? What benefit would it be for us, and why were we special?
We still couldn’t understand why, so we asked again. “Would we be flying in space?” (After all, Ronald Reagan’s space based weapon systems were all over the news. Perhaps this program was associated with it.)
The Strategic Defense Initative. This was Ronald Reagan’s plan to counter the Soviet Union ICBM force. When the truth was really to provide state of the art weapons systems to counter vastly superior extraterrestrial forces, if a need ever materialized.
His plan was fought and opposed most aggressively by the democrat party, who (publicly) believed that it was a waste of time.
Again, his response was “No. You will not be flying in any capacity.” This was a big letdown, and we were quiet for a few minutes letting this entire “handful” sink in.
It was a huge letdown. It silenced all subsequent questions for about two to three minutes.
When I was younger, not more than five years earlier, I would watch vintage science fiction movies. In these movies were huge complexes involving space craft. There would be large secret installations underground with massive blast doors and a small army of security forces protecting the technical and scientific mysteries inside.
The world of secret projects that I knew of was colored by the television and movies that I watched.
I had no idea of the real world, only what was spoon fed to me during the cold-war era Hollywood. I really hadn’t a clue. Not one. In that world, the fictional world of television and Hollywood, men wore single one-piece coveralls, often silver in shape, had colorful access cards that they pinned to their chests. They carried guns and went on exciting and strange adventures. Often these adventures involved faraway lands, space travel, and undersea adventures.
I could not but help to think that perhaps, in some more realistic way, that we were being asked to join such an organization. After all, we were not just some high school dropout who enlisted in the service. We were specifically selected; highly educated individuals who had proven to be special in various fields of endeavor.
Seriously, you don’t pass astrophysics courses at the top of your class, be able to design complex rocket motors, and train to fly multi-million dollar high performance aircraft just to be considered a “lab rat”, or a disposable “experiment”, or maybe a “first strike” programmable zombie for covert operations. There was something going on, and we hadn’t a clue as to what it was.
In our mind, it was a military or an exploration matter. For all that we knew was either the world of the military conflict against those dastardly communists in South East Asia, or the absolute exploration of space. What else could it be?
Indeed, the true and real story behind all of these public interests is an interesting one. While we on earth argue and war against each other, we are oblivious to what is really going on.
What is really going on is something else entirely.
Earth is not some planet carved up into nations by the smartest species in the universe. It is a special training ground. It is a nursery. In fact, it is a nursery for humans to develop their sentience within.
Humans cannot really be able to "graduate" and leave our nursery until we have a unified sentience. Currently humans possess one of three sentience types. There is "Service to self", "Service to others", and "Disrupted". What is going on, and (perhaps) one of the major reasons for my involvement within MAJestic was to assist in sorting out the sentience to a point that one (it does not really matter which one) would dominate.
The "Globalist" objective has always been to have humans adopt a service-to-self sentience. That requires a number of objectives. One of which is a world-wide-government, a massive surveillance organization of humans controlling each other, and a pacified and disarmed populace. Their ability to achieve these goals is easily determined. Which political party and which members support these objectives?
While the extraterrestrial species that I am familiar with have no interest in politics, they are very interested in the thoughts and behaviors of the leadership in each political party. As they manipulate them to achieve their own goals. In general, the Democrat party is the easiest to manipulate, as they possess the strongest self-serving sentience. The Republican Party is only slightly inferior, as there are numerous “hold outs” for patriotic, historical, ethics, or religious reasons. The Democrat party not so, their GOD is the US dollar.
Occasionally, a patriot, or person with strong religious convictions appears on the political scene. Their belief structure is stronger than their self-serving greed. They are hard to control, and difficult to manipulate. Ronald Reagan was one such person.
Could Donald Trump be another?
He knew what we were thinking. So after a few minutes, he added
“This is bigger than flying. This is much more important, and much more valuable than just being a pilot.”
That got us thinking, although we were still very disappointed that we weren’t going to fly. Both of us dreamed about flight, and (for myself) space exploration. This would have to be good. In fact, in my mind, I thought that he was lying.
The truth be told; I actually thought that somehow we would be involved in something having to do with space travel. Perhaps we would be involved as mission specialists instead of pilots for some kind of militarized space shuttle. Alternatively, that, perhaps we would be assigned some kind of very special technical role regarding this. It was all so mysterious and exciting.
I just could not conceive that anyone would take us high achievers and assign us anything short of a flying role. We had fought hard for that role. We had studied diligently and had exceeded. It was not something that you hand out to other people in a haberdashery manner. We were selected, we were achievers, and now the Base Commander does not want us to fly. What was this all about?
We felt like children expecting presents under the Christmas tree, but instead getting socks and being told “not to worry; that they were warm socks”.
I watched the world go by as he chatted. Somehow, I just wanted to believe that we were going into space. I wanted to believe that somehow we would still be offered an opportunity related to flying. It was just simply inconceivable that you would take specially selected, performance candidates such as we were and assign us to something of less value and excitement than flying high performance jet fighter aircraft.
The movie “Colossus the Forbin Project” was a typical movie of the Cold War era. In it, high technology computers and secret complexes dominated an increasingly complex world. These were the movies that I grew up to, and these were the images that formed my ideas of the reality of that time. In it I knew that it was all superficial and fake, but somehow, in the back of my head I believed that the United States must have some kind of secret program or programs. I believed that there were massive powers and complexes that were hidden from the general public. At that time, riding in the car with the Base Commander, I could not help but think that perhaps we were being asked to join such a top secret program ourselves.
After all, we were surrounded with the trappings of aviation. Everyone around us was either a pilot or supportive of the aviation organization. I was inconceivable that we would switch from what was obvious to the obscure. Inconceivable. It made no sense. Nothing would be better than a fighter pilot slot. Nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G! That was the most coveted position in the US Navy.
(And I had it. It was mine, and all I had to do was complete less than two months of training to get assigned an aircraft type. Why would I ever want to give that opportunity up?)
It was absolutely impossible that there would be something more important, more significant, and more deserving of our skills and talents. In my mind, it was very, very difficult to imagine anything better than flying. The only thing that could possibly be better would be space travel, and that is what I believed in my heart of hearts, and what was in our future.
I sat in the back and mused what this must all be about. It had to be about something stupendous. It just had to…
At that time, we did not know what to expect. Our training was focused on only one thing; flying high performance military jet aircraft. Any deviation from that had to be associated with the next big news out of Washington DC; President Ronald Reagan’s “Star Wars” initiative. Here, he envisioned a nation with multiple high-tech shuttles, space stations, Moon bases, and all manner of tugs and ferries to put military forces in and about the region surrounding the earth. I could not help but believe that we were being selected for one such role. What else could possibly be bigger and better than flying state of the art machines?
We continued to drive. We rode on the base upon the base roads that took us along the bay and then into some shady glens associated with other sections of the base. We continued talking, but it was mostly Sebastian and the Commander who were talking. I sat in silence, and looked out the left window at the trees as we drove by. What could this be all about I wondered, and why were we chosen? These were mysteries with no easy answers and as we drove my mind twirled around in all kinds of directions.
After a while, he turned into the facility at NAMI. And after ten minutes or so we entered the smaller gated region known as the ELF experimental center. The Commander showed his identification, and signed a clip board and then (once the gate bar was lifted), drove in.
This was the exact same area where I had been tested earlier (As discussed in another post.). When we first entered this area, with the base Commander, Sebastian remarked that we were going there to become “secret-agent Elves for the USN”. It was funny. (…and perhaps, a prediction of the events that would follow…)
Both of us were nervous, and excited. We didn’t know what kind of program that we would be joining, and we didn’t know how secretive it would be. That comment heralded the events to follow.
Indeed, we didn’t know what to expect.
Here was the head of the base, picking us two out of the hundreds of the “elite” at the base, and driving us personally to a high security area to discuss a special and (perhaps) top secret program that he wants us to participate in. What could it be we wondered? Indeed, what exactly could possibly be worth us giving up our valued, treasured and indeed coveted pilot slots? We had not a clue, but we were most certainly soon to find out.
Discussing Our Selection as Volunteers
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles… It faced–or seemed to face–the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.”
-The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
This gated area, at least as far as we were concerned, was nothing more than a cluster of normal buildings surrounding a medium sized warehouse (of average construction and shape), and a side parking lot. Inside the ordinary shaped building housed all the diagnostic and medical equipment necessary for probe implementation (As discussed later.), and ELF portal transport (more about that and other things later).
The Commander parked in a parking lot off the side of the main building and we all got out of the car. I got out on the left side and followed the commander closely. Sebastian was behind walking briskly to catch up.
We entered the main building through a side door and found ourselves in a long well-lit corridor. It was just another typical government building on the base. It was clean and well maintained with a fresh, well-conditioned feeling, much like that of a doctor’s office. The hallway was not long, but it was a little narrow.
Most hallways have room for people to be able to walk side by side down it comfortably. This one was narrower than that and forced us to walk a little behind and to the right of the one in front of us.
We walked down it. It was a short walk to the Commanders “other” office. After perhaps 30 seconds, he produced a key and then unlocked the door and led us inside.
This office was much smaller than his regular office.
Instead of a carpeted floor with a long rug forming a pathway to his desk, it was a bare bones, functional, no nonsense setup. It was a small office by all accounts, consisting of a plain linoleum floor (White tile with black flecks; a very common and typical flooring for the time.), a metal desk, and file cabinets on both sides of the tiny room.
While the metal desk was typical of those office decks of the 1940’s and 1950’s, this was a large version; designed for managers and other executive officers. It was designed so that we could sit across from the Commander and place our legs under the deck. This is unlike many contemporaneous desks of today when one sitting across from the manager must twist their legs to the side to work on the paperwork on the desk.
Two chairs faced the desk and behind it was a credenza with two flag poles and two pictures of the president and a (unspecified) naval ship on the wall. The room had no windows, but also (curiously) had no phone either.
You would think that everything on a (what we now know as) top secret installation would be state of the art, high technology, and brand new, crisp and clean. At least that is how the movies always portrayed it to be, but that was not the case at all.
The file cabinets were standard Government Issue with a long “L”-iron bar that slides down the front to lock all the drawers in place. They weren’t even the same colors. Some were beige, some were brown, and one was even black. We sat in heavy steel chairs made from grey steel with brown leather cushions; the kind that was manufactured in the 1940’s. They matched the heavy gauge steel desk that the Commander would sit behind. On the wall behind him (to our right) was a picture of then-president Ronald Reagan. On both sides was a flag on a pole. One was old glory and the other was the flag of the United States navy.
In my mind, a Top Secret program would have special sound-proof rooms, and military guards everywhere with M-16 rifles. It would have all sorts of television cameras, and all sorts of bio-metric verification measures.
However, the reality was something completely different.
This was just a secure room, in a non-descript building located on a secure section of the base. There was nothing extra-special about this office, this man or our meeting with him.
The Commander closed the door, and locked it. Then he removed his peaked cap and hung it on the coat rack near the door. He walked to behind the desk, and then motioned for us to sit down after sitting down himself.
His actions and mannerisms reminded me of Captain Nelson from the televisions series “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.” (A television show that greatly influenced my feelings regarding the United States Navy. My positive opinions were reflective of the actions and behaviors of the characters on that television show.)
Two chairs faced the desk. The desk faced the door. So once the Commander walked behind the desk, Sebastian took our positions at each chair. I chose the chair to the left, and Sebastian sat in the chair to my right.
The “Sales Pitch” for the Program
“If you always make the right decision, the safe decision, the one most people make, you will be the same as everyone else.”
― Paul Arden
The Commander was friendly and direct. He realized how important this change was for us, and he also realized that for us to make the kind of commitment that he was asking of us, that he had to be not only persuasive, but also brutally honest. He looked us both in the eye with kindness and with a very serious tone. He then cleared his throat and began to talk.
Purpose
He began by telling us directly why we were there. He explained again what he had said to us in the car earlier. That it was true that [1] we were selected out of all the other aviation officer candidates for this program and we were there to discuss this program with him. The program was [2] very special and unique. It was the [3] first of its kind. He told us that we would be the [4] first of a limited (but unspecified) number of members who would participate in it at a later date.
The program was [5] voluntary. We could choose not to enter it. If we chose to refuse the offer to join it, we would simply return back to our class in the barracks. We would continue our education and classes and eventually become Naval Aviators. The meeting would be forgotten and it would be as if nothing had happened. There was no dishonor in refusal.
So we asked him directly, what the program was about. He couldn’t tell us. So we asked him what we would be doing. Again he couldn’t tell us. So, neither of these answers were any help to us, so we asked him again, if we would be doing any kind of flying or participation in an aviation related program. At that he answered that [6] we would certainly not be flying. All of his answers were far from encouraging.
This is a movie still form the 1960’s era television show “The Time Tunnel”. During the 1960’s and into the 1970’s television was flooded with shows about the Cold War, Science, and Space Travel. Sure there were other shows, such as shows about World War II, like “The Rat Patrol”, and “McHale’s Navy”, but these were the shows that I grew up with. They reflected my belief in what was possible given a science-backed government. As a young boy, I would play with my chemistry set (now pretty much banned from sale, thanks Bill Clinton (D)). I would build electronics with my electronic kits (Also mostly banned or severely limited in scope –thank you Bill Clinton). I would also dream of one day being a Spaceman, or at least a Scientist wearing the white lab coat and the large Identification badge on my lapel.(All which actually occurred, but not at all like I envisioned it to be.)
In hindsight, of course he couldn’t really tell us. If it was really so secret, it could not be divulged to anyone not in the program. So it was a catch-22; we could only know what it was if we were in the program. If we were only considering entry in the program, we couldn’t be told what it was. And if we chose not to volunteer, it would be imperative that we know nothing at all about it.
All that we knew was that we were there to be offered the chance to volunteer in a top secret special program [7] authorized by the President of the United States. The details [8] of which could not be disclosed to us at this time. [9] We were asked to decide to exchange our careers as naval aviators for membership in this program. What ever it was… and all I could think of was the images from television…
This is the time tunnel. It is a program from the 1960’s that described a top secret plan to alter the past to “correct” life in this timeline.
We were being asked to do so [10a] on the belief that it was a great honor; [10b] involved our “unique” skills, and [10c] was important to the welfare of the world, not only for the United States.
Selection Process
“…men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found a yellow metal…These men wanted dogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protect them from the frost.”
- Call of the Wild by Jack London
He told us that we were evaluated and studied from day one.
We were judged in how we handled problems and reacted to situations presented to us. He explained to us that the program was unique and only used the highest caliber of individuals in it. He said that there were many programs in the Navy that no one ever knows or hears about, because it is necessary to keep them secret. This is one such program. We were rated and classified as a perfect fit for this program.
For me, he liked by background.
While others my age were playing football, and being involved in team extracurricular activities, I was alone working. I did not (at the time) enjoy sports. I had to work. (It was one of those fatherly imperatives that my father insisted that I need to do.) I had worked as a volunteer forest fire fighter, a coal miner, a laborer on a railroad line, as well as more traditional jobs such as store clerk, and steel mill roust-about.
He felt that I was best classified as an “independent achiever”. This was opposed to that of a “team contributor”. Most of the world, from business to sports, needed people who work well in a team settings. He had no doubt that I could also succeed in this role, but he felt that I would be limiting my talents.
In hindsight, maybe this was all bullshit. You could tell anything to us and we would of believed it. I have no idea what he must of actually believed, but it is clear to me now; a much more jaded and experienced older man, that what he was giving us was the pitch of a Used Car Salesman. It was all just platitudes and nonsense.
Perhaps it was all platitudes; but we were absolutely selected for the role. Whether that was because of our backgrounds or due to some other reason that he could not tell us is really unknown to me at this time.
The program needed individuals who could operate independently, he said.
He stated that the individuals must have [1] a rather high intelligence, and be [2] creative problem solvers. They needed to be able to [3] operate autonomously and independently from any direction.
These individuals must be able to [4] take the initiative when needed, [5] make decisions, and then [6] follow through on those decisions without concern. That was all well and good, but all of us in training fit that profile. We felt so, and told him that exactly.
He responded that we were wrong, and that was not the case at all. Pilots and NFO’s were being trained to operate extremely sophisticated and expensive machinery.
We were (currently) being trained to operate them exactly to specifications, and not to deviate from our orders, assignments and tasks. That we were being trained to be highly trained specialists, with a certain degree of adaptability. And, that we shouldn’t confuse that adaptability with pure independent thought and creativity. That, from the navy’s point of view, was the purview of Strategists, Scientists, and related fields that need this specific skill set to solve problems and adapt to changing circumstances.
In hindsight, knowing what I know now, that was all a full bunch of baloney. He wanted us for whatever reasons they had, and they were going to take us whether we wanted to join or not. There was nothing overly special about us. We were just normal people who just happened to luck into the program because we were at the right time in the right place.
My life up until this point was formulated and inspired by the television and literary medium of the time. I had always wanted to be a “spaceman”; and it was my greatest dream to be one of the rare few who were chosen to fly into space. I read Ray Bradbury’s “R is for Rocket”, and “S is for Space”, and wished that one day; I too would be chosen for the role and life of adventure . After striving towards this goal, with applications to the Air Force academy that were a dud , to studying Aerospace Engineering, to getting a coveted pilot Naval Aviator Slot, with all the pitfalls and difficulties it encountered, to be finally sitting in front a USN Base Commander addressing us as equals really made a great impression on us. In my mind, it was the ultimate recognition of my worth for my dreams and goals. I felt, at that time, that my dream of being an astronaut could finally be realized.
Our selection meant that not only did we quality as adaptable and highly trainable aviation officers, but that we were chosen for [1] our ability to “think on our feet”, [2] to employ strategic thinking and [3] to have an intimate grasp of technological matters. We were also measured for our physical, mental, emotional and social compatibility. In every area, both of us meet the criteria for this program. We were the elite of the elite, and we deserved more than to just be a naval aviator. This was pretty shocking to us, as we felt that the top position available to us was as a naval aviator, and it was the most adventuresome and interesting challenge of our lives.
We listened to the Commander make his sales pitch.
All of this was very ego inspiring, and we ate it up. Being in our early 20’s, with a highly respected Commander telling us these flattering things made a great impression on us. Both of us were still curious, excited, but decidedly unconvinced. We still knew nothing about what we would be trading our valuable commissions and exciting life for. He said many wonderful things to us, but told us nothing. It was all flattery with no substance.
So far, all he told us was we were selected because we fit a profile that was necessary for the program. That it was voluntary, and if we chose not to join it, then they would find someone else to do it. What the program was, and what we would be doing was not disclosed to us, no matter how many different ways we tried asking.
However, for me, I just knew that had to do with something stupendous. I believed the Commander. Maybe it was beyond my comprehension, but I knew that the Navy would have a very special program for us, and all I could think of was the books that I read when younger.
"Robert Heinlein was a kind of early mentor of mine. I started reading his books when I was eight years old. ... I guess I was really getting more of my education out of science-fiction than out of public school. I was reading Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov and learning a great deal about the patois of the language itself and how these words were being used to create emotions. I was learning this from writers without even knowing it. ... “
-Jimmy Web
Importance
We wanted to know just how important this program was. At that time, President Ronald Reagan was greatly expanding the military, and space science and technology development on all levels. He was committed to ending the “Cold War” with the Soviet Union, and was aggressively discussing space-based military systems (Star Wars), improved ICBM technology (MX Mobile Missile), actively implementing an aggressive space exploration program through NASA that included a Space Station and Space Shuttles to service it, and an extensive array of new weapons systems and platforms. In our mind, even though it was not explicitly stated, it was obvious that our role would be associated with one of these(new) programs in some way.
“The inspirational value of the space program is probably of far greater importance to education than any input of dollars... A whole generation is growing up which has been attracted to the hard disciplines of science and engineering by the romance of space.”
-Arthur C. Clarke, First on the Moon, 1970
But, we needed to hear it directly (and specifically) from the Commander. We had serious questions. [1] Why was the program so important that it would deplete the aviation officer candidate pool to populate it? Why not get an enlisted person? Why not a fleet officer? Why us? [2] What made this program so valuable that it utilize people such as ourselves and yet be kept secret from everyone, including many in the military where it operated? Further, why now? Why not wait until our training was complete, and then just simply assign us to the role so envisioned?
We wanted direct answers to these questions.
We, as Americans, all “knew” that the government had secret programs. After all, how could you explain away a first prize on the television show “The Dating Game” being a trip behind the “Iron Curtain” in East Germany? You just can’t. I well remember watching the show and saying “What the fuck?”. I was, I think, in 6th grade at the time.
Later on, much later, the movie Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002) came out. It revolves around the claim that Chuck Barris (the creator of the Gong Show) was actually a CIA hit man. In the movie the near exact scene that I watched when I was young was reproduced. (A trip to West Berlin in the movie.) My memory was that it was to East Germany. Hum.
Perhaps my memory is faulty. Could be. That happens with age.
But what I do remember is me getting up off our brown sofa in the “TV room” and yelling at the TV. “East Germany! What kind of vacation is that?” I yelled. So maybe my memory is faulty, but the memory of me getting up off the couch and yelling at the TV during the Dating Game show about a vacation to a communist area during the cold war was a real one.
Now, I really do not know if he really was a CIA hit man, and I really do not care. However, the event that the relates about the first prize in the show was a trip to East Germany actually did happen, and I do remember watching it. In any event, all of us who lived through the “Cold War” knew that the USA had top secret programs.
Again, he spoke in generalities. But, instead of discussing how our participation would benefit the US Navy, or the United States, he discussed how it would benefit the human race and the world. Now, this was unexpected. We had never thought that broadly.
Our mindset was frozen in the cold war mentality of that time.
All our lives we had grown up surrounded with the trappings of the cold war. To us, the Soviet Union was an enemy that needed to be defeated. We watched 007 James Bond in the movie theaters, and watched the Man from U.N.C.L.E. on television. Even the Mad Magazine had a section of “Spy vs. Spy”. We were exposed to television shows like “Get Smart” and “I dream of Genie”. It was inconceivable that we would be participants in a global wide program that was not American centrist.
The reader must recognize that this concept was completely alien to us at the time. We were stuck in the nation against nation mindset. We had been on the receiving end of cold war propaganda for all of our lives.
Therefore, this was a new concept to us and to me in particular. The closest thing that I could come to regarding this new outlook was to refer to the old science fiction novels and pulp stories that I read growing up. Rather than providing me some understanding, however, it galvanized my belief that we were both destined for something great; something stupendous, and something that was at the “cutting edge” of technology.
It just had to involve “outer space”.
“The cadets are expected to renounce their loyalty to their respective countries and replace it by a wider allegiance to humanity as a whole and to the sentient species of the Solar System. They are told the stories of four Patrol heroes/martyrs who exemplify this quality. One of them, Rivera, leaves orders to annihilate his hometown if he is held captive there during negotiations. Heinlein later expanded another of these anecdotes into "The Long Watch".
-Wikipedia entry on Robert Heinlein’s “Space Cadet”.
So he told us. He actually told us about the “reality” of the world. However, at the time we did not understand viscerally what he was actually talking about. We just thought that he was speaking in generalities. However, he was not. He was telling us the truth.
He told us that the world as we knew it did not exist. (He was correct in this, but I did not fully appreciate this fact until much later.) That what we thought was real, and true was wrong.
He told us, that he would let us in on a big secret; and that is that there are bigger things than nations and wars going on in the world. (This is a direct quote that I have never forgotten. Even though all these years.)
He said that humans, though history, have been shaped and molded through a planned strategy over the years. (Also a well-remembered quote.)
It did not matter what country or nation existed, because there was a higher plan behind everything that happens. He told us that nations and countries were temporary. He said that what mattered the most were us as humans, as a race and as a species.
In the article Corporate Feudalism: The End of Nation States by Steve Lovelace writes:
“Feudalism developed in the medieval ages when communication and transportation were both scarce and unreliable. Kings had little control over the day-to-day affairs of their kingdoms, and most of the power was held by the lords and barons.
Borders, as we know them, did not exist and instead there was property and allegiances… Then over time, advances in technology allowed nation states to form, and national borders became much more rigid. To this day, people still think in terms of nations and borders, but times are changing…
The same technological advances that built the nation-state are now leading its demise.
The Internet and modern communications allows companies to have employees and suppliers anywhere in the world. Container shipping allows goods to be made in the cheapest places possible. Air travel allow people across the earth to have the same cultural experience, the same points of reference. This means that a company can incorporate in Delaware, design goods in California, produce them in China, ship them on a Norwegian ship registered in Liberia, and sell them all over the world. Tech support can be based out of India, and the executives making the money can keep their money in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands.
This kind of thing happens everyday, and the ramifications are just beginning to be felt.
Ultimately, this will lead to the return of feudalism… As the power of multinational corporations grows, you will find a weakening of nation states: Corporate oligarchy will be the new norm…”
I understood what he was talking about because I was a Christian, and I understood the hand of God was behind everything. I told him that all he was saying was a repeat of what I heard every Sunday in bible class. But he rebuked me. He told me that this was not what he was saying at all.
Not at all.
He told me that I was not understanding the point that he was trying to make.
He said that key people, over the years, have adjusted the course of history in small ways that made great impacts on the lives of others. Well, I understood that. We all know how Mr. Einstein helped usher in the Atomic age. We know how General George Washington helped forge the United States of America.
But, again he rebuked me.
He said that the significant changes of these men were, indeed important, but that was not at all what he was referring to. Instead he was referring to men, or groups of people that change things without reward, or regard for fame or fortune. These were the true makers and shakers of the world, and it was to these people and of these people that he wanted us to join the ranks of.
He wanted us to be part of the secret and unknown “influencers” of the world.
He repeatedly alluded to the concept or idea that great masses of people, nations and lives were manipulated and guided about by unseen “shepherds” who operated without fame or wealth. These individuals were actually heroes who forged the human race into what it is today and are currently directing the overall growth of the species in many quiet, secretive and hidden ways.
Cowboys
He told us that if we joined these ranks, we will NOT be remembered. He said the general population would never know what we ever did or how important it was for them. Fame was never going to be part of our lives.
Never, ever.
He specifically said that we would join the ranks of the cowboys. This was a well-remembered direct quote that for some reason, I have never forgotten. He told us that cowboys operated independently and often alone.
He made a long and drawn out point of this. This was the key recruitment story or strategy and it was very important that we remember this story. If the reader learns anything at all about what I am trying to relate; then take this home. Those who change the direction of entire nations and people always act independently and alone. They rarely receive huge sums of money; wealth or success for it. They often operate alone and independently without reward or acclaim.
He spent time talking about the cowboys. You know, I wasn’t a Cowboys and Indians fan. I mean , if there was a Western show on television, I would change it. I liked shows about adventure, war and space exploration. Not Cowboys.
Yet, he continued in great detail and quite earnestly. He said that Cowboys had a role in human civilization. They did a dirty and decidedly un-glamorous job with little reward, with no accolades and no appreciation. Yet, it was the cowboys whom opened up the western United States for everyone else to follow. The cowboys were the pioneers, and the adventurers. They were the unsung heroes of America and are now forgotten.
Their role has never been fully appreciated, and they knew it at the time. That is why they would often times yell “Yippee-Kai-Ay” when they were alone herding the cattle over the vast American plains.
While the Base Commander specifically referred to the American Cowboy, I am absolutely positive that he referred to the entire cadre of outdoorsmen who “opened up the west” for American expansion. These individuals included hunters, trappers, and traders. Consider people like Jack Clark while he was at Fort Walsh, the North West Mounted Police outpost. The force often took on former policemen as civilian scouts, since many of them were intermarried with natives or Métis and thus offered valuable experience, especially during the years of Sitting Bull’s Sioux exile in the Cypress Hills.The Commander continued on. He talked about the history of the world and how special individuals blazed the trails for others to follow. He said these individuals made the (necessary and important) changes and did the “dirty deeds” so that others might have a better life.
"Dirty deeds" - The uncomfortable and often illegal tasks that were necessitated by the overall blueprint as set down by the true and real powers that control the world.
He told us that as Americans we owed our entire existence to but a mere handful of men who cleared the way for others to follow. He said that the lone cowboys and the rugged individualists that supported them were the true and real heroes of the world. He said that they were the makers; the creators, and the backbone upon which rested the basic foundation of our nation.
He told us that those who aspire for fame invariably do so for selfish and populist reasons, and that by the very nature of their works they are nothing more than temporary clowns on the global stage.
This includes everyone who is popularized and promoted by the media. This includes Soopy Sales, Bozo the Clown, The Beatles, and Donny Osmond. It includes Oliva Newton John, ZZ Top, Cher, the cast of “Laugh In”, and Hugh Hefner. It includes Ellen DeGeneres, Justin Bieber, Kim Kardashian West, and Nicki Minaj among many others.
These people are just promoted clowns. They distract our attention. That is their purpose.
Often they are attractive, and young. Nevertheless, aside from the copious profits that they derive from their transient popularity, they are nothing on the stage of the human species. They are just distractions. They prevent the human consciousness from concentrating at the issues of importance.
The image that I held in my mind concerning the program that I was entering was colored by the images and visions as portrayed by media and television at that time. I thought that I would be another Tom Corbett , or Napoleon Solo , or maybe even a secret agent like Mr. Derek Flint . In my mind it was a great and amazing opportunity that would open and bare the secrets and mysteries of the secret clandestine space programs that were veiled from the gaze of most Americans.
He said that America was founded by these kinds of people. He said that the expansion of America was predicated by the actions of these individuals. He said that these people; who they were and what they did, will never be known. They did what they had to do; when it needed to be done. They did so, often under uncomfortable circumstances, and did so to the best of their ability. Whether it was blazing tails through difficult terrain, or fighting hostile Indians, the cowboys did what was necessary. They did it quietly. They did it without acclaim or accolades. And did so with little gain or profit.
He said that we were the cowboys for the future of mankind. (This is an actual quote that he made to us.)
New and Just Implemented
In the middle of his little talk with us, he made a half turn in his chair and looked at the picture of then-President Ronald Reagan on the wall. Our eyes panned right to look at the picture. As he was looking at it, he said “This program comes from the highest levels in our government.”
He paused, and let that statement “sink in”, and then turned back and looked at us straight in the eye. He said that Mr. Reagan personally tasked him to guarantee the success of this program and that it was critically important that it truly be successful.
"Whatever else history may say about me when I'm gone, I hope it will record that I appealed to your best hopes, not your worst fears, to your confidence rather than your doubts. My dream is that you will travel the road ahead with liberty's lamp guiding your steps and opportunity's arm steadying your way."- Ronald Reagan at the 1992 Republican National Convention
He said that the program was new and that we were the first people to enter it. He said that a few other people would join us in the future, but that the elite membership in this program would be limited to only a handful of people; perhaps no more than nine. He said that this was a specific requirement of the program and that this was direct from the president himself.
A brief note;
I entered the program, established or at the very least authorized, by Ronald Regan. Thus the quote placed here. Now, reader please take note. When I passed this text on to review, a number of people who read it were completely infuriated that I would place quotes by the former president.
They argued that every time they read something about the former president that they would get angry and would lose focus on the points that I was making. They insisted that I give a more “moderate” viewpoint.
Their suggestions included deletion of all references to Ronald Regan (impossible, as he was the one who authorized the program), or at the very least, give “equivalent time” to “great” Democrat Presidents.
So, as a deference to their requests, here is a link to the article of a speech by one of their “great” presidents; Mr. Obama. The article is titled “Obama warns Americans about too much patriotism — on July 4th weekend!” found HERE.
Ronald Reagan was an avid outdoorsman who believed in individual liberty and self-initiative. He believed in the United States and for the potential for individual greatness. Could this program be his own individual brain-child?
We asked him about our training to be naval aviators. He replied that our current program would end and be replaced by a completely different program. (Paraphrased direct quote.) However, he couldn’t tell us where we would be trained at, nor anything about the nature of the training.
All this information, most especially the specifics of it, could not and would not, be divulged to us at this time. No matter how many times we tried to ask, and no matter how we tried to force the issue, we never received straight answers to our questions.
He stated that the program was just being implemented, but that it has been “in the works” for a number of years. (Also a paraphrased quote.) I found this point interesting, because the current president had only been in office for just over a year, yet what he said that this program had to originate under the leadership of former-President Jimmy Carter. So, I exclaimed “Oh, so Jimmy Carter set this program up?”.
This time, his answer was even more enigmatic, as he said “No, the former president had nothing to do with this program”.
Presidents; we all have such hopes for our leadership. But it is all an illusion. It’s a real problem when a pernicious myth subverts reality. Everybody believes that the institution of government is like Camelot—a wise ruler assisted by noble paladins. Maybe that meme gained traction in recent times with John Kennedy and his good-looking wife, Jackie. They looked like an ideal couple. They weren’t. But they were a lot better than what followed for the next 50 years…
The fact is that the high levels of government do get people with high IQs. They can pass tests. They’re skilled at manipulating both laws and people. But they tend to be of low moral character, number one. Number two, despite their high IQs, they’re actually quite stupid.
At that time, I wasn’t thrilled with life in the Carter years, but I didn’t believe there was an alternative. Under Carter, there were gas lines, days you could buy gasoline and days you couldn’t. The economy was sputtering. We had a president whose idea of securing the release of 52 American Embassy hostages from Iran’s new Islamic fundamentalist regime was to not leave the White House Rose Garden. (It was actually called his “Rose Garden strategy.”)
At that moment, at that point of confusion, it slowly dawned on me that the true and actual chain of command for certain secret or special programs lie hidden from us. If it wasn’t started under former president Jimmy Carter, then who initiated it? Was it an even earlier president or someone not even connected with the presidency?
Indeed! Who did authorize the program? Was it authorized by presidential decree prior to President Jimmy Carter? Was it authorized outside the chain of command in the United States government itself? Was it authorized by a political party with a unique agenda outside of the American Presidency?
The question remains to this day, clear as day. As I have found piece-meal answers to these questions over the years, none of them were ever crystal clear. To me, it seemed at least, to be a continuous progression of actions that somehow operated independent of any individual president.
I cannot help but wonder who thought up the dialog that the Base Commander used to enlist us into the ELF program. Could it be that it was President Ronald Reagan’s idea to tell us about the American Cowboy and working independently? I do not know, but it is a curious thought never-the-less.
Unknown Mission Statement
It became obvious to us that he was telling us nothing. We had no idea what we would be doing, or who we would be reporting to. We didn’t know where or when we would begin training, and his answers were lacking in substance, and were intentionally vague. So I tried to get some kind of handle or understanding of what our tasks would be. I asked him what we would be doing. And, he replied that we might never know what our mission was.
Again, this is an actual quote.
Often it is not what we think we want or what we believe would make our lives meaningful that matter. It is the way and manner by which our adventures unfold through our thoughts and actions. Our soul directs the events that help mold our thoughts. Our thoughts create our realities that in turn result in our physical reactions. When offered a choice, one must be prepared to recognize that it was our thoughts and our soul that led us blindly to that nexus.
Now of all the points and statements that he was making, this was the most confusing. How could we enter a program and not know what it all about? How could we do something and never know what we were doing? The longer he spoke, the more confused we got. It seemed surreal and strange, and all too vaporous for comfort.
In the program for life
If all what he told us wasn’t confusing enough, he started to lay down some interesting responses to our queries. One of the most interesting statements that he made was that we would be in the program for the rest of our life, and that once we join there was no going back.
It sounded so much like joining a mafia group. What kind of military program is like that? It was all mysterious. In fact, the entire discussion had the feel of great and grave importance, but in the end, we truly knew nothing at all about it.
Life.
We would be in the program for the rest of our lives.
We knew that once we gave our oath of service to the United States Navy that they pretty much could do with us what they wanted. Nevertheless, we always knew that eventually, if everything went well, we could be retired. People retire. They leave their former work and settle down. It happened to my father and my uncles. It happened to my grandfathers. What kind of organization keeps you in it for life?
The mysteries multiplied. This was totally unlike anything that we could conceive of. It was unlike anything that we had ever seen on television, or in the movies. Not one single war movie or science fiction movie that I had ever seen discussed a life-long commitment to a secret project or program. The closest thing that ever came to it was working for some kind of arch-villain whom 007; James Bond, would have vanquish. It was big. It was serious. It was beyond our understanding.
So this was a major commitment that we were getting involved into. Not only would we no longer be naval aviators, but what we would be doing would be for the rest of our lives. Therefore, it became clear to us that this would be a turning point in our life. But would it be a good decision? Would it be truly noteworthy and especially important, and crucial to the betterment of the world?
Operate independently without support
We wanted to know where we would be training, and what kind of assignments and locations would we be at. Again, his responses were far from reassuring to us. He bluntly told us that we would operate independently and without support. That when we were on assignment, it would be up to us to create our support organizations and our success or failure would be a function of how well we build up this network. It was frightening, and exciting at the same time. We were certainly intrigued, but honestly more curious than ready to abandon the life that up until then was our destiny.
“…Yes, there are numerous psychological tests. I was chosen based on my educational background and military service. The training lasted about two years. There is a great deal of physical training to counter the physical effects of distortion. They were also looking for drivers who had a fair amount of self-sufficiency and an ability to function under extreme isolation and confinement. “
-John Titor
Nothing fit together in the neat and clean and orderly world that we had come to expect. In fact, putting it all together, he was offering us nothing less than throwing us out on the street, to labor alone and isolated without guidance, leadership and direction. His answers were discouraging and flew as well as a lead balloon. Nothing made sense, and more questions we asked, the less we knew. Obviously our expectations were out of alignment with the reality as described to us.
A top secret program
He looked at us again. There were two of us chatting with him, and when he answered a question brought up by one of us, he would devote his full attention to that person. Then switch to the other person. His gaze was intense, and his continence was serious. Even though his answers were pathetic, there was no question that he had our attention and our interest.
When he talked to us, it was with full attention. He was kind but very serious, and his actions and demeanor reflected that. I have not, since that time, been exposed to such an intense level of kindness and authority. I felt like he was talking to us like a wise older uncle more than a base commander and was presenting to us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It was one that we shouldn’t take lightly and it was one that needed our undivided, intense attention.
“There must be a few times in life when you stand at a precipice of a decision. When you know there will forever be a Before and an After...I knew there would be no turning back if I designated this moment as my own Prime Meridian from which everything else would be measured.”
― Justina Chen, North of Beautiful
Essentially, this program could be anything at all.
The only issue was the secrecy surrounding it. He stated that since it was so important, and so special, it had to be maintained as a secret program. He stated that we would be exposed to technologies, people, ideas, things and events that were fantastic, and must be kept secret.
It was indeed bitter-sweet. There was a very real level of excitement, like he knew things that we did not know, but also a very strong level of underlying sadness. Like he knew things that he could not tell us. It was like telling someone that they would have access to a Ferrari for the rest of their lives, but that they would never be able to get a driver’s license to drive it.
He explained that this secrecy was important to maintain the integrity of the program and was necessary for the safety of the world, not only for the safety of the United States. Secrecy. This was a “secret” program.
The reader might get the impression that he spent a half an hour explaining this to us. But that is incorrect. He did not. He mentioned the secrecy of the program in a quick and brief manner and never returned to it. In fact, as I recall, the sole highlight of the discussion regarding secrecy was the statement; “Both of you do realize that this is a very secret program, don’t do?”.
We would be pioneers in many ways, and that it would be extremely critical that we enter secretly and quietly. No one must know that we were members in this program, and no one must know what we were doing.
At that moment I started to daydream a little bit.
I imagined telling my parents that I had joined a Top Secret program. I imagined what my mother would think. I pictured my father sitting down in his Lazy-boy chair and reading a newspaper (Odd because we didn’t have a Lazy-Boy chair.). I imagined me telling him and him looking up and his mouth opening up a crack.
These thoughts were soon replaced with other thoughts.
I suddenly started to doubt my decision to fly planes. I suddenly started to get a fear of heights. I began to think how stupid it would be for me to fly when I was afraid of high places. Yes. That was it… I was afraid of heights. Why fly when I could fall? Flying was not for me. No. The only option available for me was to join this very special program. I had to join it.
I had to.
This mixture of imaging praise from my parents and a new-found fear of heights flooded my mind. I no longer paid attention to what the Commander and Sebastian were talking about. I was wholly absorbed in my own private thoughts.
I suddenly snapped back to reality, and started to listen to what the Commander was saying.
He explained to us that he knew our profiles. We entered the navy to fly, but that our motivation and patriotism profile strongly indicated that we felt that we were doing so for a higher purpose. He did know that we believed in a higher purpose and calling. He understood this and he understood us. He knew what interested us and wrapped up an enigma and mystery on a silver platter, tied a bow around it and presented it to us.
The experience of a lifetime.
He said that we would experience an adventure unlike anything that we’d ever think of. He said that it would be “the experience of a lifetime”.
“The experience of a lifetime”.
When someone says that you would have the “experience of lifetime” it directly implies that you would have the opportunity to experience something [1] that few people would be exposed to, [2] something that is special or unique or great or wonderful, and [3] something that would be significant in some way to your personally.
Over the years, when I have told my story to friends and family, the result is always the same. I hear the same response. “If it was me, I would have never done what you did.” And, after hearing this response, over and over again, I come to the conclusion that perhaps either we were stupid and wrong, or maybe I have been unsuccessful in conveying how persuasive the Commander was.
This is a curious thought and of rather great importance. So, perhaps I should elaborate a little bit more on it. There was no question that we weren’t stupid, we might have been naïve however. But we were certainly not stupid. Both of us not only possessed difficult technical degrees in the engineering sciences, but had to pass a most rigorous series of evaluation tests to obtain the role as Naval Aviators.
The reader must remember the context where all this was taking place. They must understand who we were and where we were and what the conditions were at that time in history.
The reader must remember that both of us had just completed a very difficult college and university four year curriculum. My graduating class had perhaps 30 people of the over 200 that I started with four years earlier. It was difficult, rough and (kind of) boring subject to study. While our other class members were going to the discos (very popular at the time) we stayed behind and studied. We were the nerds of the nerds.
Yet, we graduated, but not only that.
We applied to an even more difficult program; one to become a Naval Aviator. Acceptance was only the start. Every day, at the base during training, we were reminded that we were [1] the elite and that we were being trained to operate the world’s most technologically advanced and dangerous aircraft, and to do so under the most difficult of circumstances.
Then one day, the [2] highest ranked and most important person in our chain of command, selects us and has a [3] meeting with us.
During that meeting he tells us that [4] the President of the United States specifically asked him to [5] pick us and put us on a [6] top secret mission, one that was [7] new and had no equal in the history of mankind.
Further, he told us that we [8] would be doing this for not only the United States, but for the world itself. We were told that we could opt out, and continue a normal career path as naval aviators, but if we did so, we would [9] miss out on the opportunity and “the adventure of a lifetime”.
“This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more.”
Of course we accepted, and I was the one who decided first.
My mother always told me that if a doorway opens in the hall of life, you owe it to yourself to walk into the room. The point came to my mind, and which influenced my decision was simple. Did I want to spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been? Was this an opportunity given to only a handful of people and would I end up spending the rest of my life wondering, in a wistful way, what could have been?
There is a fork in the road that lies before you. You might only select one path. However, once you are on it, there is no turning back. You will not be able to have a “do over”. You will have to live with the consequences of the life that you chose. Red pill or blue pill. It’s a choice and you must decide.
Perhaps I was young and naïve, but it was a decision that I made. Good or bad, right or wrong, given my mind set at the time, and the opportunity as presented, I decided to accept the proposal and volunteer into the program.
It took a while longer for the other candidate; Sebastian, to decide. He had more questions to ask and needed a little bit more persuasion to decide. They talked back and forth for around another seven to ten minutes longer. Eventually, the concerns were all addressed and eventually both of us decided to volunteer.
Signing Up
“…I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
-Robert Frost (1874–1963) The Road not Taken.
So, after much consideration, we both agreed.
He said “good”, and reached in the top right drawer of his desk. There he removed two already prepared documents. He paused and looked at them for a minute. Then, took the first one and put/slid it in front of me on the desk. Then, he took the second document and slid it in front of Sebastian.
The paper was a plain, white navy memo with standard adornment. In it, aside from the cryptic designation wordage in the header, were two simple paragraphs. There was nothing more to it. The letter was functional and basic. Essentially it was an agreement to that basically stated that we left one program to join another program. The new program was unnamed, but had an alpha-numerical designation instead.
He then produced two pens and placed them smartly next to the papers. He told us to look over the document and make sure that our name was spelled right, then if we agree to volunteer into the program, to sign it.
“Yield to temptation, it may not pass your way again.”
-Lazarus Long; a fictional character created by Robert A. Heinlein.
I had already decided to sign it, but I hesitated realizing the gravity of the situation. I looked the paper over and checked my spelling. I exhaled and easily and quickly signed my name in the manner that I did so at that time. I then slid it back to him and put the pen back on the desk. I then leaned back in my chair and briefly closed my eyes and thought “DONE!”.
My colleague; Sebastian also signed his. The Commander picked it up; looked at my signature and then at the signature on my colleague’s paper and stood up. He then shook each of our hands with a warm smile and again said “good”.
“The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led.”
― Lisa Wingate, A Month of Summer
That is exactly what he said. He did not say “welcome to the organization”. He did not say “I am glad you agreed.” No, his answer and response was a very terse and simple one. He simply said “good”.
He then gathered both papers together. He returned the pen to the middle drawer in his desk. Shut it, and then looked at us again and smiled. He then got up. After he stood up, we both stood up as well. He walked around from the back of the desk and left it (to our right) and walked over to a collection of tall file cabinets to the left of the door.
I took the red pill, and it has made all the difference.
We were both excited. Or, at the very least, I most certainly was. It was a Eminem – Lose Yourself moment. That was it. I had been offered an opportunity to join this very special and secret program, and I accepted. Who knows what it would be. However, one thing was certain, only a small handful of people would get the opportunity to participate in it.
And I was one of them.
Smiling and nodding in an affirmative way, he stood up. He then walked out from behind the desk, and went to one of the file cabinets against the wall. He unlocked the combination lock that held the long “L” shaped bar and slid the bar out. Opening a drawer he removed two folders that were resting on top of the other folders. Put our signed agreement in each one, then placed the folders in their ordered location. He closed the drawer, replaced the bar, and secured it with the lock.
In television and in movies, the story always (in the 1960’s) revolved an exciting, but dangerous adventure. During this adventure, the heroes went to strange and exciting places, met new and often-attractive people, have to do dangerous and exciting activities, and when it was all over, they managed to return home to a welcoming audience and much needed rest. But that is Hollywood fiction. Secret programs are secret for a reason, and the trade-off of doing something that most people do not want to do, or cannot do is often lethal. These are things that they never tell you in school and that one has to find out the hard way in the school of life.
We were all standing at that point, and I asked “When do we start?” He reached over to the coat rack where his peaked hat hung and put it on his head.
“Now.” He replied.
He unlocked the bolt on the door, and turned around to us. (This sounds very “Hollywood”, but this is exactly what occurred.) He turned around at the door and looked at us.
He looked at Sebastian, and then to me RIGHT IN THE EYES.
He said that he wanted us to always remember [1] what he just said to us.
He wanted us [2] never to forget who we are, and very importantly [3] what we are.
He said that [4] life has a way of making you forget things, and [5] other people will contribute to that.
Boy, isn’t that the truth! It is exactly these words that ring true in my head each and every time I am criticized by others for my decisions, my actions, and what I endured as part of this program.
When people mention my retirement and how I was retired and what I am now considered as within the monitoring program, I am reminded of this statement. It is when I have to endure constant harping critical statements from do-nothings who never experienced the kind of experiences that I had to endure that these words rang true and kept my emotions and feelings buoyant.
He told us that we are [6] just now starting on something very important, and [7] other things will make it seem trivial. But it isn’t.
He told us [8] to remember the cowboys, and most especially their cry of independence.
What do Americans know of independence? Really? Not much. Consider the facts. The colonists under the king and parliament could own property. Meaning really own it.
Yeah. They were not required to send annual/regular payments in to the king in order to be permitted to remain in homes for which they’d paid or carriages they’d purchased.
We are. Yes, today, we are.
The colonists – under the king and parliament – had an unquestioned right to own and bear (carry on their persons) firearms. Without permission.
Are we allowed such freedom? The king and parliament did not concern themselves with the colonists’ “safety.” If a colonists wished, he could ride his horse as fast as he liked, eat what he liked, smoke what he liked.
No authority pestered him about his choices.
He was not told with whom he must do business, or forced to build his house a certain way or forbidden from planting a vegetable garden on his property.
He was not compelled to purchase insurance of any kind whatsoever. In most parts of the Land of the Free, you and I are not even free to purchase fireworks to celebrate our supposed freedom. We’re allowed “safe” sparklers and such. But nothing that flies or explodes.
To possess or use such constitutes a crime in most states. The irony of this is lost on most people.
I cry...CRY for the loss of FREEDOM!
He specifically told us to remember what he said whenever [9] we hear the term “yippee kai- yay”.
Finishing up
He opened the door and we followed him out of the office. He turned left. We turned left.
We followed him down the thin corridor.
Walking down the corridor we exited out the back door, and found ourselves outside on a small cement loading dock.
We walked down some cement steps, cut across the asphalt parking area, and went next door to the main building in the complex.
It was a large cement and pole-construction warehouse set in among the trees.
We entered a side door and walked in…
Yippee-Ki-yay, motherfucker.
Next Steps
What came next was an introductory lecture on SAP’s, a period of “training” and probe implantation, and some other events that were fantastical.
These will be elaborated upon in another post.
You can move on to the continuation of this narrative HERE.
What did it all mean?
Did you notice that NOT at any time did the commander mention extraterrestrials, UFO’s, or anything science fictional in scope. Nope. Not once.
It was promoted to us on a personal and visceral level. It was promoted to us as something that ONLY we could do. It was promoted to us as something very important, and very secret…
That has never changed.
It was really so different from what I knew, that it boggles the mind. I signed up for something really, really different. At a time in the world that was preoccupied with the cold-war, the banning of Tab on store shelves, and “Staying Alive”, I joined MAJestic.
Over the months and years that followed I was slowly immersed into a new reality, or maybe better stated as a new perception of realities that merge into one that I occupy at any given moment.
This program involved the MWI. It involved world-lines. It involved creatures, “others”, and extraterrestrials. My role involved observation and participation, as well as anchoring. It’s all “off the charts”. Because the real purpose of why we are humans and living on this planet is obscured from us.
My role was NOT fun.
Yeah. Welcome to the party. It’s hard core. That’s for damn sure.
Not that I am complaining, mind you. The life we lead is the life that we manufacture for ourselves. Yet, at the same time, the role that I took on had some unpleasant attributes. Some and the trends behind them really, really, REALLY sucked. But, I do have the right to bitch about the uncomfortable aspects. You know, like when you stub your toe, and shout “FUCK!”. It’s like when you get a job at a steel company, and for the first three months you are knee deep in human shit shoveling it out of a century-old waste basin.
Hum. Perhaps, and maybe to understand my role – the one that I had agreed to, you need to understand the role that John McClane had in the various movies…
John McClane: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!
And when I look at my life, and the apparent endless, heck even ridiculous repeats of just bad-luck, bad-timing, and bad-situations, I see this…
John McClane: Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
You must understand that I had and held a role where I was the designated “human”. I had to be a representative sample. What was I?
I was the electronics laden probe that plunged into the dangerous star, I was the camera that was tied to the the necks of wild panthers. I was the robotic probe exploring the hidden passages in the Great Pyramid.
I was an artifice.
I was the trained and provided with devices and mutations so that I could transmit what I would experience; the life within our reality. And while I was experiencing it, so were “others”. Yup, maybe they just sat there in front of their fucking version of a television set, eating their fucking version of popcorn, and watching how life is for an “average white Joe” in America. Maybe…
Who the Hell knows?
What I know is that I had to experience life. That is, “life” as a “typical” American. So sure enough, if there was a down turn in the economy, I was the first to feel it. When there was a major event or fire, earthquake, tornado, or ice storm. Yup, that was me smack damn in the middle of it.
It’s not just that for Pete’s sake…
If there was something that I wanted to do or be part of, sure enough there would be an effort to ban it, tax it, regulate it or make it difficult to obtain. Suddenly 200,000 lose their jobs, you can sure bet that I was one of them. Hey, you want to have a simple burger and a large coke, sure enough someone wants to ban the jumbo size. Yup, that was my life.
Joining MAJestic was like having a “Kick Me” sign tattooed on my back.
So after numerous firings, all on the various Christmas eve’s, and I’m thinking, “what’s the fucking odds?” only to be fired on yet a fourth Christmas eve time… and when I was fired, yet again… come on! Yet again, on Christmas Eve at the company Christmas Eve party, this comes to mind…
John McClane: Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a fuckin' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no! I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can!
Enjoying your Christmas John? Yeah, I know how it feels. You get up in the morning looking forward to a nice Christmas bonus with your monthly paycheck. Instead you get fired. Yeah, I hear ya, guy.
And, perhaps this might give you a better idea of what it fucking feels like to be me.
John McClane: Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothin'. You get shot at. Pat on the back, blah blah blah. 'Attaboy.' You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. (I do this) because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so (I'm) doing it. That's what makes you that guy."
Yeah, being so “connected” has some advantage. It’s a two-way street. Don’t you know. What others can observe and experience, I can sort of tap into the feedback loop. That gives me insight into the life of the hosting party. So I have some knowledge and some understandings.
Yes, I do. Some. Mind you, some.
Yeah, and the “others” allow me to talk about it. Seriously!
A Word about “The Others”…
Yet, being so connected is so different. It is like nothing that we can even compare and discuss.
We watch science fictional movies about extraterrestrial life. We can see “Klingons”, “Romulans” and other species interact with humans. But they are portrayed as mostly human with some minor cultural differences and different faces. You know, Hollywood does not have a clue.
Hollywood somehow thinks Humans and Extraterrestrials are like the difference between an American and someone from France. When the truth is, it is more like the difference between a human and a sweet potato.
Different species have different senses and different brains. Which means that the perceptions, and the interpretations of the perceptions are different.
On top of that, the way that the physical reality connects to the non-physical reality differs as well. In such, the ability to understand our reality differs.
One species might be like us humans; we only know what we sense. It is a single reality. It is one that looks like a straight arrow of time where everything follows certain laws and rules of behavior.
To another intelligent species, one that can better tune-in to the non-physical reality would perceive the world, universe and reality quite differently.
I was given that ability.
Take Aways
I was in training to be a Naval Aviator once I graduated from University as an Aerospace Engineer.
While in training, I was pulled out and asked to join another program.
It was promoted to me in a visceral way so as to help mankind.
This program was under the MAJestic umbrella.
FAQ
Q: Were there other tests or qualifications that you needed to pass before your meeting with the Commander?
A: Yes. This is covered elsewhere. The events tested my brain, my ability to think independently and other attributes.
Q: Have you seen Sebastian since?
A: After our meeting with the commander, we attended the SAP lecture together, both had the probes installed together, and entered the transport area together. After that, I saw him again at China Lake Naval Weapons Center when we had our probes calibrated and we were trained for MWI egress. Then again, I saw him during our mutual retirement at Pine Bluff ADC. I have not seen him since retirement.
Q: Do you have regrets?
A: Yes and no. All people have regrets on decisions that they have made. In regards to this, it is bitter sweet. I fucking hated retirement. It was unfair, and unnecessary.
I am not rich, and just barely get by. But on the other hand, I don’t need a lot of money either. I live simply and have a rather calm and peaceful life.
Life is what we make it. There are good things that I like, and bad memories that I have collected over the years. All in all, I think that I am a typical man with typical experiences.
Q: What did your classmates think when you returned back to the barracks?
A: That is a long story and is covered elsewhere.
Q: Did you have to sign any NDR’s or legal papers?
A: No. Violations of MAJestic will not go through the (heh heh) legal channels. The legal system is used during retirement and for other civil proceedings. MAJestic can easily terminate my involvement in numerous ways. They control my memory, and if they wanted, can also control my MWI slides. Trust me, you do NOT want to piss off anyone in MAJestic.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This is the second part of a series discussing how secrets are kept in the United States, and what MAJestic was all about in regards to that aspect of it. Note that since, MAJestic has been disbanded. It has evolved into other programs with other and different focus. I know nothing about what it is today, nor do I want to know.
Because MAJestic has been disbanded, information presented herein is thus out of date, obsolete, and is only of interest to students of history.
Two Part Post
This post comes in two separate articles, due to the relative size of it.
This is a quick “executive summary” of the history behind the public disclosure of the MAJestic umbrella program.
This program is secret, it has always been secret, and it will always remain secret. No matter what the Internet might make one believe, there will NEVER be any kind of “official” announcement or disclosure of the existence of this program. Sorry, to break the reader’s heart. It just is not going to happen.
The organization has become too large; too involved in various unconstitutional activities, too entangled with extraterrestrial agreements, and far too complicated to unravel. It will never be officially recognized by anyone in the government. There will NEVER be an official pronouncement regarding the existence of this program.
Does the reader actually believe that the government would risk military superiority by announcing that they have reverse engineered space vehicles? Does the reader actually think that the MAJestic leadership would admit that the “sex offender registry” was designed to retire former MAJestic operatives? Does the reader actually believe that the United States government will admit that they have approved that extraterrestrials could abduct Americans? Not only abduct them but medically probe Americans ? Of course not. It will NEVER happen.
"I talked to President Obama about extraterrestrials. He said he could neither confirm nor deny the existence of aliens, which means they're real."- Jaden Smith
Jaden Smith is the son of the famous actor Will Smith. In May the 14-year-old joined his father, mom Jada Pinkett-Smith and sister Willow on a trip to the White House, which included a visit to the Situation Room with President Barack Obama. During the visit he took advantage of the opportunity to ask the President about aliens. For the record, there is no FUCKING WAY that anyone like former President Obama knew anything about MAJestic except in a very, very trivial form. That goes for Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, and the rest of the service-for-self political cabal living the “high life” at the expense of the many. NO WAY. I tell the reader this two times. Please believe me.
Its existence has been kept secret from the late 1940’s when it was first authorized by President Harry Truman.
Congress and the Senate have absolutely no knowledge of this program; nor do they have any REAL oversight ability or budgetary control. At best some key Senators and Congressmen might be given limited briefings on this program from time to time at the discretion of the MJ-12 membership body. This would be for purposes central to keeping the black projects secret. (There are very good reasons for this.)
This program would still be secret, and we members would still not have a name to refer to the top leadership in the organization if it wasn’t for a public disclosure of the program in 1984.
Public knowledge of MAJestic is through a public disclosure known as the “MJ Documents”.
Apparently, in December, 1984, Jaime Shandera, a Hollywood movie producer and UFO researcher, received an unusual package through the post. Inside was just one roll of undeveloped 35mm black and white film. There were no accompanying letter or return address, the only clue to where the package came from was by the postmark which was Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once developed, the film contained negatives of what appeared to be an eight page briefing paper, prepared on 18th November, 1952, for president-elect Dwight D. Eisenhower.
When a new President is elected, the existent staff prepares briefing papers and documents to explain to the new president what is going on in various areas of their charge. This was a very old briefing paper that was prepared by the staff of the Truman administration and presented to the new incoming president Mr. Eisenhower.
A warning on the first page read, ‘This is a TOP SECRET – EYES ONLY document containing compartmentalized information essential to the national security of the United States’.
On page two was a list of 12 influential US scientists, military leaders and intelligence advisors.
It was not until viewing page three that the subject of the papers became clear, “the recovery of a crashed flying saucer and alien bodies near Roswell, New Mexico, in July 1947”.
The final page of the briefing paper was a memorandum, dated 24th September,1947, from President Harry Truman to his secretary of Defense, James Forrestal. In it, Truman instructs Forrestal to proceed with ‘Operation MAJestic-12’, but gives no hint at what that might be.
Alone, the Forrestal memo was meaningless. But when read next to the 1952 briefing paper, the story behind them became clear: in July 1947, a “flying disc-shaped aircraft” crashed landed in Roswell, New Mexico, and “extra-terrestrial biological entities” (EBEs) are recovered by the military. When President Truman is informed about the crash, he authorized Defense Secretary Forrestal to set up a committee to investigate and deal with the situation.
From the documents is a clear reference to MAJestic.
OPERATION MAJESTIC-12 is a TOP SECRET Research and Development / Intelligence operation responsible directly and only to the President of the United States. Operations of the project are carried out under control of the MAJestic-12 (Majic-12) Group which was established by special classified executive order of President Truman on 24 September, 1947, upon recommendation by Dr. Vannevar Bush and Secretary James Forrestal. (See Attachment "A".) Members of the MAJestic-12 Group were designated as follows: Adm. Roscoe H. Hillenkoetter Dr. Vannevar Bush Secy. James V. Forrestal Gen. Nathan F. Twining Gen. Hoyt S. Vandenberg Dr. Detlev Bronk Dr. Jerome Hunsaker Mr. Sidney W. Souers Mr. Gordon Gray Dr. Donald Menzel Gen. Robert M. Montague Dr. Lloyd V. BerknerThe death of Secretary Forrestal on 22 May, 1949, created a vacancy which remained unfilled until 01 August, 1950, upon which date Gen. Walter B. Smith was designated as permanent replacement.
Background on the Program
There are all kinds of nonsense about this program on the Internet. However the key facts regarding it can be used to discern truth from fiction. Here is my take.
While the program was set up to address the “extraterrestrial issue” as equals, it eventually evolved over the years into a support organization for our extraterrestrial benefactors. As such, MAJestic was used to support the monitoring of this sentience nursery called Earth.
Members must have a “service to others” sentience.
Members are not political (except for Ronald Reagan who was involved at a time of military concern and thus HAD to me made aware of the organization).
Members all must have a technical background.
Any quote on the Internet that [1] lists political figures, [2] people of great fame or popularity, and [3] any individuals lacking in any of the technical sciences is to be considered to be nonsense, or disinformation at worst. For example…
“MJ-12 does exist and now has 36 members. He was reluctant to divulge names although confirmed that former American Secretary of State, Henry Kissinger and father of the hydrogen bomb, Edward Teller, are present members. MJ12 regularly meet at various secret locations including the Batelle Memorial Institute at Columbus, Ohio.”-Dr. Wolf(Paraphrased statement, personally approved by him.)
From released documentation, it is pretty obvious that operation MAJestic-12 was established by special classified presidential order on September 24, 1947 at the recommendation of Secretary of Defense James Forrestal and Dr. Vannevar Bush, Chairman of the Joint Research and Development Board.
The goals of the group was to [1] exploit everything they could from recovered alien technology; [2] to reverse engineer what they could recover, and [3] keep foreign powers from the awareness that this was being done.
This is one of the reasons why I absolutely believe that it is impossible for the program be internationalized. There are compartmentalization upon compartmentalization. It is far too valuable a program to share with other groups or nations which might have members that might not integrate properly into the overall MAJestic mindset.
From day one this was an American program.
Subsequent treaties with extraterrestrials, reinforced this. The local (extraterrestrial) federation wanted to deal with only one human organization rather than a myriad of nations. The United States, then the strongest and most powerful and influential, was the logical choice for the Human-extraterrestrial relationship.
Ever since the start of the program, at the very beginning, ambitious, elite scientists such as Vannevar Bush, Albert Einstein, and Robert Oppenheimer, and career military people such as Hoyt Vandenberg, Roscoe Hillenkoetter, Leslie Groves, and George Marshall, were called upon to understand the alien agenda, technology, and their implications.
Of course.
However, at that time, our understanding of the universe was very primitive. Our eyes were on the earth, and our concerns were with other people in other lands. We had no concept of space travel, extraterrestrials or anything even remotely similar to what we were encountering.
At the time, our concepts about space travel were primitive. We had not yet gone to the moon, or had even contemplated that thought. We were still flying planes with propellers, and just then trying to reverse engineer the German jet and rocket engines.
Einstein and Oppenheimer were called in to give their opinion, drafting a six-page paper titled “Relationships with Inhabitants of Celestial Bodies”.
They provided prophetic insight into our modern nuclear strategies and satellites. They also expressed an agitated urgency that an agreement be reached with the President so that scientists could proceed to study the alien technology.
Unlike most projects and programs, this one was “pulled together” under a sense of urgency with little previous study.
The extraordinary recovery of fallen airborne objects in the state of New Mexico, July 4 – July 6, 1947, caused the Chief of Staff of the Army Air Force to conduct a most serious investigation.
It was at this time where the scientists of the Advanced Research branches of the military through Operation Paperclip began to corporate and coordinate their surreptitious radar experiments with the Army Air Force. (Read elsewhere for my post on how the radar sites were used intentionally to uncloak and disable extraterrestrial vehicles.) But at this early date coordination was hampered by confusion, interdepartmental rivalries and confused chain of command. It wasn’t until months later that a formalized command structure was implemented and systems put in place to acquire, recover and analysis these mysterious extraterrestrial objects.
It took a while for the MJ-12, or MAJestic organization to get control of the situation. It took years, not months, to fully coordinate various operational ground teams, train them, and put proper specialized systems in place. But, eventually, for most practical purposes, the MAJestic umbrella was unfolded and the decade of the 1950’s witnessed an unprecedented series of de-cloaked and crashed extraterrestrial vehicles.
The phrase “the MAJestic umbrella was unfolded” means that the MAJestic program was implemented and eventually it became a stable and fully functional stand-alone organization.
They were everywhere, and it took some time for those at the forefront of the program to really understand what was truly transpiring in the United States and around the world.
The MAJestic program expanded over the decades.
Thus greatly fueled the UFO fad at the time with the enormous number of UFO and monster movies that were popular at that period in time. News media, and pulp magazines were filled with stories (mostly fictional) regarding contacts, observations and experiences regarding these events.
The 1950’s
We were a nuclear power with egos to match.
In the 1950’s, Americans thought that they were the biggest and the best on the planet. We had defeated a group of Progressive Socialists; the German Nazi’s, and laid waste to most of the planet. Economically the United States was at the top of the global tier, and we had sole control of nuclear weapons. We thought and believed that we were the best. It was our destiny.
What began by MJ-12 as a small simple research program in the late 1940’s expanded and ballooned into one of the largest scientific programs in the history of the world. Within the MAJestic umbrella are many such smaller programs all focused in the re-engineering of advanced technologies; advanced propulsive methods, extraterrestrial life, and the general advancement of science. The decade of the 1950’s came as a harsh slap on the face to Earth-centric politicians, and resulted in the first of numerous treaties with a small number of key extraterrestrial races.
MAJestic was known, at that time, as a “Top Secret” organization.
The core individuals at that time were (aside form the President) soldiers of military rank, or scientists. At that time, and in decades since, all upper level management in both the military and scientific circles have needed to wear a political mantle of respect in order to further their own personal agendas. This should be rather clear to the reader. The most successful scientists in the United States are those whom align themselves with the political winds that blow in Washington, D.C. .
A good description of this process and what happens when a politically connected scientist and a non-politically connected scientist battles over funding can be observed in the movie titled “Contact”.
The 1960’s
America lead the world in the 1960’s. Our economy was booming. Technology was growing, and we were the “leader of the free world”.
The 1960’s saw an embryonic human scientific base tying to expand its awareness and capabilities to match that of the various extraterrestrial races that we encountered. However, over time, it became painfully obvious that their science was not only different from ours; it was thousands of years more advanced.
They had abilities that was even beyond our comprehension.
A serious reappraisal of humans and their relationship with extraterrestrials began to coalesce. With that came the need to face the very harsh realities of our human existence.
This harsh reality was quite a shock to those in positions of power in the United States. For they, actually believed that they were superior to their fellow human beings. (As they still do.) They believed that they were “special”. They had, somehow, convinced themselves that through popularity, fame, wealth, power or education, that they had “bested” their fellow humans and have become “king of the hill”, or “masters of the human condition”. Their egos at the time reflected this reality.
The shock wave that reverberated through the closed meeting rooms were clear in that the human race is not only [1] monitored by advanced extraterrestrial races, but that it is [2] cultivated by them. We were [3] created by them. As such, they know exactly how to control us. They know how our brains function and why. They can cause our brains to shut down at will and cause a migration of our awareness or consciousness into other containers.
The Earth is monitored by an extraterrestrial organization.
The Earth is a carefully equipped nursery for the evolution of humans.
Humans are cultivated so that our sentience can be established.
Humans have been bred or created to what we are currently.
This knowledge forced increased secrecy regarding the programs.
MAJestic became even more secretive, and membership was severely limited and controlled. Many early members were culled or put into areas or situations where disclosure was difficult if not impossible.
The following is reprinted. It is an excellent article by William B. Stoecker and can be found reprinted here:
http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/column.php?id=266635 Reprinted just in case the Internet link, page or archives disappear. The reader is free to disregard the content if they desire.
“On 5/22/49 a man jumped, fell, or was thrown or pushed from a small window on the sixteenth floor of Bethesda Naval Hospital in Washington, D.C. A cord from a bathrobe was tied around his neck as if he had planned to hang himself, but, strangely, if it had been tied to anything in the room it had come loose. The only thing to which it could have been attached was a radiator. Scuff marks were on the window sill, indicating possibly a struggle with one or more assailants, or, if it was suicide, a last moment change of heart and a failed attempt to save himself. The hospital, without bothering to investigate, immediately classed the death as suicide, and the County Coroner agreed without question and signed the death certificate. Bethesda Naval Hospital, you may recall, did the autopsy on JFK in 1963, an autopsy that has been questioned by many researchers, and which “proved” that JFK was shot from behind. (Later shown to be a government lie during the full disclosure of the remaining JFK papers. Found here; https://www.activistpost.com/2017/10/jfks-assassination-not-conspiracy-theory-sophisticated-plot.html )
The man who fell to his death was James Vincent Forrestal, America’s very first Secretary of Defense. He was born 2/15/1892, attended Princeton University but did not graduate, and trained as a naval aviator during WWI, but was never sent into combat. He worked as a bond salesman, and, early in WWII, was appointed Secretary of the Navy. Rather than remaining safe and comfortable in D.C., Forrestal toured the Pacific and witnessed several major battles, including Iwo Jima, where he left the relative safety of a ship and went ashore. He favored a negotiated settlement with Japan, which could have ended the war in early 1945 or even sooner, saving hundreds of thousands of lives and not involving the Soviets, who invaded Manchuria and Korea late in 1945, arming the Chinese communists and setting up a communist dictatorship in North Korea.
Had Forrestal had his way, there would have been no Korean or Vietnam wars and America today would probably not be menaced by a hostile China. Forrestal was unable to convince Truman, who held out for unconditional surrender, although Forrestal finally convinced him to offer to let the Emperor remain (as a figurehead), which led Japan to accept the terms of the Potsdam Declaration and surrender. After the war, Forrestal became an outspoken anti-communist, and was a close friend of communist hunter Senator Joe McCarthy (the Venona intercepts have proven that McCarthy had been right all along about the “reds under the bed”).
Over time, Truman apparently began to lose confidence in him, for, while he resisted some of the service chiefs’ demands for ever-more military spending, he opposed Truman’s near complete disarmament of the U.S. This proved to be an intolerable strain for Forrestal, who began to show very real signs of a mental breakdown, and claimed that strange men were following him.
He suggested that they might have been sent by Secretary of the Air Force Stuart Symington, with whom he had quarreled, or that Attorney General Tom Clark had ordered the FBI to follow him. Remember that, for all we know, people really were following him…as the saying goes, “just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.”
Tom Clark, a liberal Democrat and father of radical leftist Ramsey Clark, had been involved in the initial stages of the internment of Japanese Americans, possibly the greatest U.S. civil rights crime of the twentieth century, orchestrated by “liberals.” Secret Service chief U.E. Baughman (not a psychiatrist) believed that Forrestal was psychotic, but then Baughman, as late as 1961, was still denying the existence of an organized crime syndicate in America. At the very least, this calls his judgment into question.
On 3/28/1949 Forrestal resigned as Secretary of Defense, almost certainly because Truman no longer wanted him in that position. Some 3,000 pages of his personal diaries were then taken to the Truman White House; to this day we do not know why, nor do we know what those diaries contained. After the resignation ceremony he had a conversation with Stuart Symington that left him badly shaken; to this day we do not know what, exactly, was discussed.
His mental condition continued to deteriorate, and finally he was taken by his alleged friends Robert Lovett and Dr. William Menninger to Bethesda Naval Hospital where, despite being allegedly suicidal, he was placed on the sixteenth floor. Normally, anyone believed to be suicidal would be placed on the first floor so they could not jump to their death. Lovett, a naval aviator in WWI, was a banker from a wealthy family and a member of the sinister Skull and Bones secret society; many of America’s elite have been Bonesmen. Lovett was also a close associate of John McCloy, who was an “insider’s insider.” Dr. Menninger, founder of the Menninger Foundation and the Menninger Clinic, was an extreme liberal, opposed to punishment of criminals, whom he believed could be “treated,” but there is nothing in his background to suggest that he might be dishonorable or involved in the New World Order conspiracy (which is more than can be said for the sinister McCloy).
At the hospital, the staff refused to allow Forrestal to see his priest, Father Sheehy, despite his request to allow him to visit. For a long time they resisted his request to allow his brother to visit him, although he was permitted to see his sons. He was also visited by Dr. Menninger, by LBJ (the thoroughly corrupt “architect” of the pointless Vietnam War and the failed “Great Society”), and by Rear Admiral Sidney William Souers, who had been a banker most of his life before being given a commission in the Navy, despite a lack of military training or experience.
Finally, Forrestal’s brother decided to take him out of the hospital, but, before he could do so, the “suicide” happened. Then Forrestal’s priest came to the hospital where, he claimed, an enlisted Navy medical corpsman approached him in a packed room and told him that Forrestal’s death was not a suicide, before disappearing back into the crowd. There is no conceivable reason why either the priest or the corpsman would make up such a story, and the corpsman, rather than seeking publicity, seemed anxious to preserve his career…or his life. Years later, a Bethesda corpsman involved with the JFK autopsy died under mysterious circumstances.
In fact, there have been innumerable mysterious deaths in twentieth and twenty first century America…”suicides” and “accidents” and murders by “lone gunmen,” of whom there seem to be an inexhaustible supply. To name but a few, Lee Harvey Oswald was conveniently shot by Chicago mob affiliate Jack Ruby before he could be questioned at length.
Karen Silkwood was run off the road and killed while carrying documents she alleged proved malfeasance at the Kerr-McGee nuclear plant; whatever the documents did or did not prove, there is little doubt that they existed…but they were missing from her car. Documents assembled by freelance investigative journalist Danny Casolaro also vanished, after his wrists were slashed multiple times…labeled a “suicide,” of course. He had been investigating what he called the “octopus,” and many of us conspiracy researchers refer to as the NWO elite or the Illuminati.
White House counsel Vince Foster was shot with an unregistered handgun he was not known to have owned and there is a mass of evidence showing that his death was no suicide, despite the usual official verdict. Then there are the mysterious deaths of Treasury Secretary Ron Brown and the passengers and crew of his plane, and former White House intern Mary Mahoney and her co-workers.
Recently, fairly high level bankers have been dying like flies all over the world. So yes, it is entirely possible that powerful people in the government and among the wealthy elite who seem to control it could have thrown James Forrestal to his death.
That leaves us with the question of motive. As I said long ago in my book, the one thing the elites fear is one of their own, privy to many secrets, turning on them and possibly revealing those secrets. And, as shown above, Forrestal was certainly an insider surrounded by other insiders, other high-ranking members of the establishment. But what secret, if any, did he threaten to reveal? Author and researcher Richard Dolan has suggested that the elites may have feared that Forrestal would make public all he knew about UFOs, and, indeed, it is likely that he knew a great deal.
Researchers who believe in the existence of Majestic Twelve, or MJ-12 allege that Admiral Souers was a member. Remember, even if the whole MJ-12 story, the claim that a secret group of “wise men” was appointed by Truman to study UFOs is partly disinformation, there is no doubt that our lords and masters know much more than they are telling about the subject. And there probably was something at least resembling MJ-12, even if it involved more or less than twelve members, and some of the alleged members were indeed the sort of people likely to be appointed to such a group. Yet, although UFO secrecy may have been part of the reason for Forrestal’s murder (and it does look suspiciously like murder), it is likely that the main reason is something else entirely.
The policies of FDR and Truman made the Soviet Union a world power, and FDR’s appointees, like Robert Oppenheimer, a communist who recruited other communists who gave our nuclear secrets to Stalin, ensured a nuclear balance of terror, a Damoclean sword that still hangs over us. By refusing to negotiate with Japan, and then inviting the Soviets to enter the war in the East, Truman ensured the rise of the communists in China and Korea. By disarming the US too quickly and too completely, he left the world vulnerable to communist aggression. The FDR and Truman regimes were riddled with such Stalinists as Harry Hopkins and Alger Hiss; all of this was opposed by Forrestal, who knew far too much for his own good. There is good reason to suspect that WWI and WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and all of our more recent and seemingly endless wars, including the Cold War, were rigged from beginning to end. And the elites behind it all are still in power.”
The 1970’s
In the mid to late 1970’s MAJestic, members began to be implanted with memory control devices. These devices blocked access to selected memories.
With that came an expansion of the scope and breadth of the programs; all without public awareness or public knowledge. The technology expanded even further and fathered many sub-programs. Each sub-program under the MAJestic umbrella was isolated and specific to their mission at hand. It is for this reason that my knowledge on some subjects is so wide, while at other times, severely limited in scope.
MAJestic was (for the first time) exposed to multi-dimensional travel and realities.
When MAJestic was first exposed to the MWI they really didn’t know what to do or think about it. Their first reason was to use it as a “doorway” or “portal” to other geographic places. So portals were devised to transport people and things geographically to world-lines of very small deviances.
This resulted in studies and negotiations towards development and utilization of fixed dimensional doors (or ports). MAJestic began to change the overall focus of the organization into one that was elite and was necessary in support of our extraterrestrial benefactors mission parameters.
By the end of the decade, all of MAJestic was involved in SAP “carve outs” of one type of the other.
The 1980’s
Ronald Reagan expanded the program greatly.
Numerous efforts in reverse engineering of technology, new technological development programs, and space-based habitats came into being. This included a small facility on the Moon, which (I think) was later abandoned.
During the 1980’s certain individuals, such as myself became involved in world-line travel. The primary goals of MAJestic at this time was to continue technological development while providing a minimum of support towards human sentience development.
MAJestic gave me, and my peers, to our extraterrestrial benefactors in exchange for help in technology development.
The 1980’s saw increased and standardized use of fixed dimensional portals.
It also was when the Oxia Palus facility was starting to be occupied by humans.
MAJestic became a much more powerful organization and fully began to implement multi-dimensional activities under it’s umbrella.
Implementation of human biological monitoring of humans was supported and assisted by MAJestic.
Technological transfer from the various recovered and traded technology platforms began in earnest and with full support by the leadership.
In exchange for the transfer of technology, our benefactors (other extraterrestrial species) requested “ambassadors” and staff for special liaison “duties”. As such, MAJestic recruited these individuals, and I was one such person.
In a reality where the MWI is accessible, and where world-line travel is a reality, the MAJestic leadership believed that the use of this technology was far too dangerous for humans to use. Members who were provided with this ability were given to the extraterrestrial benefactors for their purposes. Meanwhile, technology development in vehicular design and other aspects of technology continued in earnest.
The 1990’s
When we were first provided with the technologies we started to use them improperly. We looked at technologies that would provide the United States military advantage. We viewed the technology as a treasure trove of great value, but the selection of technologies to research were those that would provide military advantage.
Cautious exploration of world-lines was attempted and curtailed by our extraterrestrial benefactors (temporarily). Limited solar system exploration was permitted under specific limitations.
MAJestic became fully devoted to assisting in the management of this nursery for human sentience development. As such, MAJestic began to work with the extraterrestrials in numerous efforts.
MAJestic outreach changed from technological development efforts to assistance efforts towards sentience development.
Re-engineered technologies developed in the 1970’s and 1980’s were permitted to bear “fruit” and resulted in American economic expansion. This included such things as radar shielding, reduced gravity flight, improvements in LED’s, fiber optics, improved materials such as Kevlar, and advances in the micro-miniaturization of electronics.
Humans looked at the technology that our extraterrestrial benefactors supplied us and decided to pick and choose which ones were worthy of our time and study. We then learned and applied the technologies to areas that the MAJestic leadership felt were necessary. However, this methodology of picking and choosing lacked the significant depth and breadth of what was offered to us.
The 2000’s
As far as I am aware, there was a curtailing of the interactions with the extraterrestrial benefactors as their concerns were mitigated by various developments in the solar system. To this end, my program was terminated, and my involvement ended. I know nothing about what was going on after 2006.
My program, as well as numerous other programs, have been terminated. Any information has been archived and all equipment has been mothballed. Members are all retired and put into monitoring programs a the state level.
I know that certain technological development programs continued, and that there is a small contingent that was still active at the Martian Oxia Palus facility. I do not know what became of the program once I was deactivated.
I do not know what is going on with MAJestic. I finished my retirement sequence in 2011, so I really haven’t a clue as to what is going on now a days.
This is, as best I can explain, the MAJestic program in a nutshell.
The phrase “in a nutshell” is an American idiom that means to greatly simplify a subject and to distill it into its very essence. In short; to make a complex subject simple and easy to understand without getting to involved in any of the details regarding it.
Disclosed Information
Only the top-most members in this organization have any idea of the vast scope of this program, and knowledge of subprograms. This organization in compartmentalized. Even those at the top level have no idea of the details that us agents have uncovered or avenues of scientific discovery that we have explored.
The program is so secret that even us members had no clue as to what we were doing and why. Let alone an understanding of how our actions and results “fit” into a bigger picture. The truth is that at no time did I ever receive a detailed briefing of my role and the actions that I would take. Further, when Sebastian and myself were getting our “training” at China Lake NWS neither of us discussed “the program” or our roles in it.
Additionally, we had no desire to if we wanted. We did not talk about our time in Florida, nor did we discuss how we both conveniently ended up at China Lake. Heck, even when we met again, at the ADC Diagnostic facility at Pine Bluff, and we had an opportunity we rarely talked about our mission and events.
That is one of the reasons why I tend to be very leery of the Internet disclosures where some fellow claims to be involved in a “secret government program” and tells all kinds of information about it. These individuals can be seen and found on the Internet, but the reality is something different. Actual members, even at the highest levels know very little about the entire program. Those who would best be considered, as “experts” know quite a bit about very little…
Which is why I know so much about soul configuration, world-line travel, dimensional anchoring, but very little about vehicular propulsion, extraterrestrial biology, and program overviews.
Because my experienced was severely limited, I can only offer a very retarded and culled overview of the program. What I have picked up are but mere glimpses of possible disinformation that tends to abound on the Internet. In the best interests of honesty and scientific discourse, I have organized what I believe the organization is involved in, and provide nuanced selections obtained from dubious sources (the Internet or books) for further investigations were the reader so inclined.
ProWord
Apparently, numerous individuals has pointed to the term MAJESTY as the umbrella organization’s proword. Everything under MAJESTY is broken down into compartments and difficult to trace to a higher authority.
“Prowords are abbreviated, standardized ways of saying common things in communication. They facilitate communication because you don’t have to wonder what something meant, the prowords all have distinct meanings.”-BIARC.NET
I can honesty say that I have never used this term, and I most certainly fell under the umbrella of this program. I have seen more than a few cases of documentation at the base facility that utilize various terms and prowords. However, I do not recall this word ever being used.
The reader can come to their OWN conclusions regarding this;
I was not “high enough up in the organization” where this term would be used.
Or, perhaps the idea that this is a proword is disinformation.
Or, that my memories of such a word usage has been blanked out of my memories.
TOP SECRET/MAJIC
MAJI stands for the MAJestic Agency for Joint Intelligence. It is the group associated with all documents labeled “TOP SECRET/MAJIC” that is responsible for all scientific study related to extraterrestrial life, and the efforts needed to contain that material. All document control for MAJestic falls under their prevue.
This is a cover page from a MAJIC document. For reference only.
Majestic-12
When the program was first established a group of twelve apostles were gathered around the President to address the extraterrestrial “issue”. A selected team of twelve experts in many different fields who evaluate information, technology, biology and other facets of the alien presence in order to better understand the phenomenon. Members are given information on a need to know basis only. Biologists, for example, are not given information regarding any other subject.
This is obsolete information.
The entire organization was reorganized under President Reagan in the 1980’s. This reorganization greatly expanded the scope and mission of the organization. As far as I know, the organization maintained an “executive” level “steering committee” of whose members included and maintained the inclusion of scientists and others of functional (as opposed to political) benefit.
I do personally believe that the entire Bill Clinton presidency was “shut out” of this organization for the simple reason that our extraterrestrial benefactors would not approve any of the political-hacks and ilk that came part of that administration. I was in the organization at the time when Bill Clinton was President. I would be extremely surprised if such a pronounced service-to-self individual would be allowed any MAJIC access. It is unknown (by this author) of involvement by any of the Bush administrations. However, it is pretty obvious that if our benefactors “locked out” the Clinton administration they would certainly continue this under an Obama administration. The modern-day manifestation of the Democrat party is of service-for-self sentience. In the mind of the extraterrestrial benefactors, “Pay-to-Play” activities are selfish attributes of a service-for-self creature.Seriously, can the reader just IMAGINE what would happen if Hillary Clinton would have access to dimensional world-line travel?Since the Ronald Reagan presidency, only the simplest W(U)-SAP overviews have been presented to the elected presidents. They probably have no idea at all that extraterrestrials exist.
To prevent confusion, the reader should note that MAJESTYTWELVE is not the same as MAJESTICTWELVE. They are two separate programs and projects involving different parameters, membership and objectives.
MAJIC
This is the security classification for all things related to MAJI. MAJIC is the highest security classification in the nation.
All implanted W(U)-SAP members of MAJestic fall under the MAJI control umbrella. For instance, my program designatior began with MAJ followed by a series of alphanumeric characters. The same is true with other programs. As such, in all documents that I had the opportunity to read, the term of MAJIC was used. I never recall seeing the term MAJESTY. MAJ was always present in all the various program designations.
Possible Designation Change
Some “disclosures” refer to a renaming of the organization in the mid-1990’s. I know nothing about this. I was in the program during that time, and I was unaware of any designation changes. In any event, there are individuals who claim that the designations have changed.
“The group has been called by many names. The most recent was was used in 1992 and was identified by the name JEHOVAH. At one time it was called ZODIAC and may have changed in 1995.”-(Possible) hoax memo
Whether true or not, my cell never referred to these terms in any way or manner. In fact, the first time I heard about these designations was by reading this memo.
NRO
This is the National Recon Organization that is based in Fort Carson, Colorado. It is responsible for all space-based observation platforms, and intelligence. As such, it is responsible for all extraterrestrial observations and activities. It is also responsible for the security of all MAJestic related projects. Perhaps selected mission patches of what this organization is all about would best describe what this organization does…
NRO mission patch.
NRO mission patch. None of your fucking business.
NROL-39 Nothing is beyond our reach. Looks like a logo from Dr. No or some other 007 James Bond villain.
TENCAP special application. Interesting imigary, don’t you think. Eh?
Here is a quote from their website;
“The NRO is the U.S. Government agency in charge of designing, building, launching, and maintaining America’s intelligence satellites. Whether creating the latest innovations in satellite technology, contracting with the most cost-efficient industrial supplier, conducting rigorous launch schedules, or providing the highest-quality products to our customers, we never lose focus on who we are working to protect: our Nation and its citizens.From our inception in 1961 to our declassification to the public in 1992, we have worked tirelessly to provide the best reconnaissance support possible to the Intelligence Community (IC) and Department of Defense (DoD). We are unwavering in our dedication to fulfilling our vision: Supra Et Ultra: Above and Beyond.”
MAJIC Secrecy
As stated numerous times previously, members of MAJestic or the MAJIC umbrella are rigorously selected and culled from the ranks. Access to this program has to be earned and it is vetted, not only by the human aspects of the organization, but by our extraterrestrial friends as well. “Service to self” inclined individuals are not permitted. Neither are those with strong political leanings. This has always been the case. This was determined long; long before the chaos that developed internally by both Mr. Bill Clinton (D), and the outrageous political activism of Mr. Obama (D). Consider…
“…And, while it could be argued that Snowden brought into question the procedures that the government uses to vet those who receive top secret clearance, it should be glaringly obvious that they didn’t learn their lessons, instead choosing to hand a security clearance out to someone you would expect to see at an Antifa rally:Start with her name: “Reality Winner.” Then let’s tick off the other boxes: lesbian bodybuilder, ardent Bernie Sanders supporter, a “Black Lives Matter” enthusiast who (though white herself) argues that “Being white is terrorism.” A woman whose social media posts include referring to the President of the United States as a “piece of shit” and the “Tangerine in chief,” who additionally declares that in a war between the US and Iran, she’ll side with Iran.And still…STILL…she was given a top secret security clearance and access to classified materials. Which raises two very troubling questions: just what in blazing Hell does someone have to do to not get a security clearance, and how many other angry, ignorant, communist-leaning, anti-American social justice warriors are currently embedded in (and sabotaging) our intelligence agencies?!”-Duane Norman
The point being is that our extraterrestrial friends know full well what might occur if snippets of restricted MAJistic information were to be released to the public out of context.
This would be most especially dangerous if it was released in a political context. For political issues sway the herd mentality and behavioral vectors of the human population. It would send the entire direction of the nursery “off the rails”. This would not ever be permitted to occur. Therefore, only vetted agents of the “benefactors” can possess the secrets that we agents of MAJestic have.
We are of one mind.
We are of one sentience.
We are the Shepard dogs, that corral the sheep.
Even this disclosure will not expose our existence. It just acknowledges it.
Various Known / Public Projects
Everything under MAJestic is supposed to be secret, but leaks do occur. Here are various sub-projects that have made themselves known to the general public. The actual details and truthful summaries of these projects are probably wildly divergent from what is provided on the Internet.
This is the front cover page of the first set of MAJestic documents that was disclosed. Of course, “officially” this is all just a nonsense hoax. There are no other creatures in this universe and the humans are the best and smartest species in the universe.
Again, as stated previously, us “working level” agents rarely if ever referred to the program by another name. All we knew was our alphanumerical designator. Names were provided on executive summaries and briefing documentation. We would assume that these documents were prepaired for high level non-MAJestic leadership roles to facilitate black budget funding. However, that is only an assumption on my part.
Any released information to the public, no matter how “well meaning” is subject to error and disinformation. Thus, while I might want to discuss such efforts as PROJECT GRUDGE, PROJECT SIGN and the like, I am actually not qualified to do so. I know nothing of those programs and those designations. I do not recall seeing any of them at the base library, and as such, I think it would be best if I just tell the reader the truth and let the “chips fall as they may”.
Finally, the released information is (indeed, MUST be considered) to be but a very small segment of the many, many programs under the MAJestic umbrella.
Further research Avenues
The reader is welcome to investigate this subject independently. Here are some links to various sources that the reader can use instead of going through the intentional maze set up in Google.
"What we have here is the evidence. We have scores of documents, hundreds of thousands of words, hundreds of pages, of which most are top secret code word. Not just photocopies, but originals with real inks, watermarks and testable paper. The vast majority has never been seen before. We present here the detailed documentation that seems to place the stamp of reality upon the recovery of crashed extraterrestrial vehicles by the United States from 1947–1954. This validates what most people already accept: there is extraterrestrial life and we are not alone. This presentation by Dr. Robert M. and Ryan S. Wood follows chronologically a paper evidence trail left by former Presidents, military and intelligence leaders of the time."-Found on the website called “The MAJestic Documents”.
One can also visit another website called “MAJestic Documents.com”. This site takes a look at the United States program called MAJestic and the top secret government documents associated with it. It is presented in a way that tell the story of presidential and military action, authorization, and cover-up regarding UFOs and their alien occupants. It tells a detailed story of the crashed discs, alien bodies, presidential briefings, and superb secrecy surrounding it all. Special attention is paid to the forensic authentication issues of content, provenance, type, style and chronology. The story the documents tell leaves the reader with little doubt that the cover-up is real, shocking, and at times unethical.
The MAJestic Documents: Documents Dated 1970-present
There are other websites as well that host a wide selection of documentation related to various governmental programs. The reader is invited to expand their research activities in these other areas as well. Archived at “The Black Vault”, you will find thousands among thousands of government documents, in their actual scanned form, ranging from a vast array of subjects.
These subjects span across many different “conspiracy” theories and other historical documentation such as the existence of UFO’s, Alien cover-ups, Nuclear and Biological Weapons, Space, World War II (the historical nature) and many more subjects that will keep you browsing for hours.
All documents contained here were obtained through the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA), and are completely 100% genuine. Some documents contained within this archive are not seen anywhere else in the world, and came to the light of day because of the FOIA request made for specifically this archive.
The reader need be cautious, as there are intentional fakes interspersed in the documentation.
“Some of the documents released by Moore were changed from the original with the deliberate intent to mislead UFO researchers. I do not know who is responsible but I believe that the Government is behind the whole thing. The rest of the documents are deliberate frauds. I am releasing the truth which I have obtained from excellent sources within the intelligence community in order to set the record straight.”
I would strongly suggest the reader visit the following site, as they have made a concerted effort to cull the documentation trail to only the most authentic documents;
"We now recognize that habitable zones are not just around stars, they can be around giant planets, too," -Jim Green, director of planetary science at NASA, according to the LA Times 2/13/2016.
Mr. Milton William Cooper was a member of the Intelligence Briefing Team of the Commander In Chief of the Pacific Fleet as a Petty Officer in the US Navy. He was tasked to find out if the MAJestic, or MJ-12 organization actually existed.
Prior to this investigation, a number of political appointees were hearing or learning about unusual activities of some of the people who existed in their organizational structure. They wanted to know if there was any truth to these rumors or suggestions.
He conducted his investigation in 1972. This was nine years before I joined MAJestic.
The following information purports to give details of the MJ 12 papers, as well as explaining the many different code names given to Government Secret Projects. It is an interesting read. However, the reader is cautioned that it has some inaccuracies. It is also out of date as the investigation was conducted in 1972. Judicious interpretation of the information is advised.
I Milton William Cooper, 1311 S. Highland #205, Fullerton, California, 92632, (714) 680-9537, do solemnly swear that the information contained in this file is true and correct to the best of my knowledge. I swear that I saw this information in 1972 in the performance of my duties as a member of the Intelligence Briefing Team of the Commander In Chief of the Pacific Fleet as a Petty Officer in the US Navy. I swear that I underwent hypnotic regression in order to make the information as accurate as possible.I swear that I can and will take a lie detector test or any other test of any reputable persons choosing in order to confirm this information. I swear that I can and will undergo hypnotic regression conducted by any reputable and qualified Doctor of any reputable persons choosing in order to confirm this information. I will not, however submit to any test or hypnosis by anyone who is now or has ever been connected with the Government in any capacity for obvious reasons.The following is brief listing of everything that I personally saw and know from 1972 and does not contain any input from any other source whatsoever.MAJESTY was listed as the code word for the President of the United States for communications concerning this information. OPERATION MAJORITYis the name of the operation responsible for every aspect, project, and consequence of alien presence on earth. GRUDGEContains 16 volumes of documented information collected from the beginning of the United States investigation of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFO's) and Identified Alien Crafts (IAC). The project was funded by CIA confidential funds (non-appropriated) and money from the illicit drug trade. Participation in the illegal drug trade was justified in that it would identify and eliminate the weak elements of our society. The purpose of project GRUDGE was to collect all scientific, technological, medical and intelligence information from UFO/IAC sightings and contacts with alien life forms. This orderly file of collected information has been used to advance the United States Space Program.
My comment:
Not much is taught in government schools (for the obvious reason) about the Alien and Sedition Acts – or other such clear evidence of a disconnect between what we are told and what actually is.
For example, why should a free man have to worry about prosecution for “possessing” anything?
In what way does the mere fact of “possession” entail a harm caused to some other person?
How is it that a free man can be told – at gunpoint – what he may not put into his body? I refer, of course, to the lunacy that is the “war” on some (arbitrarily decided upon) “drugs.” Seriously.
I ask the reader to think. Since WHEN did the “land of the free” become the land of “I TOLD you how to ACT”.
I do not know, but it was before my grandparents generation. Certainly there was a great push for a more “modern” social(istic) society around 1913 or so…
MJ-12is the name of the secret control group. President Eisenhower commissioned a secret society known as THE JASON SOCIETY (JASON SCHOLARS) to sift through all the facts, evidence, technology, lies and deception and find the truth of the alien question. The society was made up of 32 of the most prominent men in the country in 1972 and the top 12 members were designated MJ-12. MJ-12 has total control of everything. They are designated by the code J-1, J-2, J-3, etc all the way through the members of the Jason Society. The director of the CIA was appointed J-1 and is the Director of MJ-12. MJ-12 is responsible only to the President. MJ-12 runs most of the worlds illegal drug trade. This was done to hide funding and thus keep the secret from the Congress and the people of the United States. It was justified in that it would identify and eliminate the weak elements of our society. The cost of funding the alien connected projects is higher than anything you can imagine. MJ-12 assassinated President Kennedy when he informed them that he was going to tell the public all the facts of the alien presence. He was killed by the Secret Service agent driving his car and it is plainly visible in the film held from public view. A secret meeting place was constructed for MJ-12 in MARYLAND and it was described as only accessible by air. It contains full living, recreational, and other facilities for MJ-12 and the JASON SOCIETY. It is code named "THE COUNTRY CLUB". Only those with TOP SECRET/MAJIC clearance are allowed to go there. MAJIis the MAJORITY AGENCY FOR JOINT INTELLIGENCE. All information, disinformation, and intelligence is gathered and evaluated by this agency. This agency is responsible for all disinformation and operates in conjunction with the CIA, NSA, and the Defense Intelligence Agency. This is a very powerful organization and all alien projects are under its control. MAJI is responsible only to MJ-12.
My Comment:
The USA is ruled by force, not law. Consider the facts; there are governmental assassinations of US citizens. A highly militarized police with near-unlimited power to harass, intimidate, and brutalize with impunity. A paramilitary group known as the TSA who are involved in groping whereby in any other setting would be considered sexual harassment. Not to mention, overseas detention, torture and assassinations carried out against anyone, including American citizens, without due process … and without recourse if later cleared.
Do not get me started, there is warrantless GPS tracking by the FBI. The uncontrolled IRS targeting of religious groups is now commonplace. Indeed, today, some people now actually be charged with pre-crimes. There are checkpoints up to two hundred miles inland from all our borders (including the two oceans and Gulf of Mexico) in an area stunningly known as a “Constitution Free Zone”. There are “No Ride / No Fly lists” which are extrajudicial, secret, and form a guilty-until-proven innocent framework that subverts freedom instead of protecting it.
Oh, Big Brother is alive and well in the United States. North Korea must be truly envious. Consider a “See Something/Say Something program” which goes beyond the already high-tech surveillance apparatus of the NSA and turns each of us into an unpaid employee of the police state similar to what the East German Stasi did to their citizens. America is a networked land of web cameras and surveillance proliferating like a wildfire. Along with it is the insidious data mining, recording all your phone conversations, all your web searches, all your emails, and all without your consent. Or, consider the “helpful” agencies, like the FDA. An FDA, which has near-total food control and usually renders anything healthy as toxic, and all that is toxic as healthy, and does insane shit like jailing folks who buy raw milk.
Literally there are tens of thousands of regulations which literally invade every facet of society, whereby it has been said that almost all of us commit three felonies per day. And every violation of these laws will be met with the full force and fury of the State which promises fines, penalties, forfeiture of properties, or imprisonment.
Does any of this even remotely resemble a representative democracy, or does it sound more like a dictatorship? Answer me. Is America a land where people can live in freedom?
Project SIGMAis the project which first established communications with the aliens and is still responsible for communications. Project PLATOis the project responsible for Diplomatic relations with the aliens. This project secured a formal treaty (illegal under the Constitution) with the aliens. The terms were that the aliens would give us technology. In return we agreed to keep their presence on earth a secret, not to interfere in any way with their actions, and to allow them to abduct humans and animals. The aliens agreed to furnish MJ-12 with a list of abductees on a periodic basis. MAJIC is the security classification and clearance of all alien connected material, projects, and information. MAJIC means MAJI controlled. Project AQUARIUSis a project which compiled the history of alien presence and their interaction with Homo Sapiens upon this planet for the last 25,000 years and culminating with the Basque people who live in the mountainous country on the border of France and Spain and the Syrians. Project GARNETis the project responsible for control of all information and documents regarding this subject and accountability of the information and documents. Project PLUTOis a project to evaluate all UFO/IAC information pertaining to space technology. Project POUNCEis the project formed to recover all downed/crashed craft and aliens. Project REDLIGHTis the project to test fly recovered alien craft. It is conducted at AREA 51 (DREAMLAND) in Nevada. It was aided when the aliens gave us craft and helped us fly them. The initial project was somewhat successful in that we flew a recovered craft but it blew up in the air and the pilots were killed. The project was suspended at that time until the aliens agreed to help us. Project SNOWBIRDwas established as a cover for Project REDLIGHT. Several flying saucer type craft were built using conventional technology. They were unveiled to the press and flown in front of the press. The purpose was to explain accidental sightings or disclosure of REDLIGHT as having been the SNOWBIRD craft.
Please refer to Project 1794.
LUNA Base is the alien base on the far side of the Moon. It was seen and filmed by the Apollo Astronauts. A base, a mining operation using very large machines, and the very large alien craft described in sighting reports as MOTHERSHIPS exist there. NRO is the National Recon Organization based at Fort Carson, Colorado. It is responsible for security for all alien or alien craft connected projects. DELTA is the designation for the specific arm of the NRO which is especially trained and tasked with security of these projects. Project JOSHUAis a project to develop a low frequency pulsed sound generating weapon. It was said that this weapon would be effective against the alien craft and beam weapons. EXCALIBUR is a weapon to destroy the alien underground bases. It is to be a missile capable of penetrating 1000 meters of Tufa/hard packed soil such as that found in New Mexico with no operational damage. Missile apogee not to exceed 30,000 feet AGL and impact must not deviate in excess of 50 meters from designated target. The device will carry a 1 megaton nuclear warhead. ALIENS there were 4 types of aliens mentioned in the papers. [1] A large nosed grey with whom we have the treaty, the [2] Grey (extraterrestrial) reported in abductee cases that works for the large nosed grey, [3] a blond human like type described as the NORDIC, (and) a red haired human like type called the ORANGE. The home of the aliens were described as being a star in the Constellation of Orion, Barnards star, and Zeta Riticuli 1&2. I cannot remember even under hypnosis which alien belongs to which star. EBE is the name or designation given to the live alien captured at the 1947 Roswell crash. He died in captivity
KRLL(or KRLLL or CRLL or CRLLL) pronounced Crill or Krill was the hostage left with us at the first Holloman landing as a pledge that the aliens would carry out their part of the basic agreement reached during that meeting. KRLL gave us the foundation of the yellow book which was completed by the guests at a later date. KRLL became sick and was nursed by Dr. G. Mendoza who became the expert on alien biology and medicine. KRLL later died. His information was disseminated under the pseudonym O.H. Cril or Crill.
GUESTSwere aliens exchanged for humans who gave us the balance of the Yellow Book. At the time I saw the information there were only 3 left alive. They were called (ALF's) Alien Life Forms.RELIGION The aliens claim to have created Homo Sapiens through hybridization. The papers said that RH- blood was proof of this. They further claimed to have created all of our major religions. They showed a hologram of the crucifixion of Christ which the Government filmed. They claim that Jesus was created by them. ALIEN BASESexist in the four corners area of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Nevada. Six bases were described in the 1972 papers, all on Indian reservations and all in the four corners area. The base near Dulce was one of them. MURDER The documents stated that many military and government personnel had been terminated (murdered without due process of law) when they had attempted to reveal the secret. CRAFT RECOVERIESThe documents stated that many craft had been recovered. The early ones from Roswell, Aztec, Roswell again, Texas, Mexico, and other places. GENERAL DOOLITTLEmade a prediction that one day we would have to reckon with the aliens and the document stated that it appeared that General Doolittle was correct. ABDUCTIONS were occurring long before 1972. The document stated that humans and animals were being abducted and or mutilated. Many vanished without a trace. They were taking sperm and ova samples, tissue, performed surgical operations, implanted a spherical device 40 to 80 microns in size near the optic nerve in the brain and all attempts to remove it resulted in the death of the patient. The document estimated that 1 in every 40 people had been implanted. This implant was said to give the aliens total control of that human.
This is a standard device. All MAJestic members are implanted with this device.
CONTINGENCY PLANshould the information become publicor should the aliens attempt a takeover. This plan called for a public announcement that a terrorist group had entered the United States with an Atomic weapon. It would be announced that the terrorists planned to detonate the weapon in a major city. Martial Law would be declared and all persons with implants would be rounded up along with all dissidents and would be placed into concentration camps. The press, radio, and TV would be nationalized and controlled. Anyone attempting to resist would be arrested or killed. CONTINGENCY PLANto contain or delay release of information. This plan called for the use of MAJESTIC TWELVE as a disinformation ploy to delay and confuse the release of information should anyone get close to the truth. It was selected because of the similarity of spelling and the similarity to MJ-12. It was designed to confuse memory and to result in a fruitless search for material which did not exist.
The source of the material was an ONI counter intelligence operation against MJ-12 in order for the Navy to find out the truth of what was really going on. The Navy (at that time or at least the Navy that I worked for) were not participants in any of this. The different services and the government conduct this type of operation against each other all the time. The result of this operation was that the Navy cut themselves in for a piece of the action (technology) and control of some projects.
International Scope
Apparently, (some claim that) it is no longer a wholly American organization. They have made the claim that in 1962, MJ-12 was taken over from U.S. Government control by the UN Security Council. While I really doubt that this even remotely accurate, sources indicate that this occurred through a secret UN Security Council Resolution. They state, in effect that it transformed MJ-12 into an international “autonomous” secret organization with members culled from different countries. MJ-12’s present and ongoing mandate has been to manage “extraterrestrials”, the public’s awareness about them, and to control access to “alien” technology.
I do not believe this at all. I believe that MAJestic was, and still is a wholly American organization.
Once the MJ-12 documents were exposed to the public, there was a whirlwind of activity. On one hand, there was a “containment” effort by the NRO/ On the other hand were all kinds of fraudsters, and tricksters trying to use the medium to obtain their own objectives.Now, the Internet and books, offer all kinds of nonsense regarding MAJestic. Some of which are (inadvertently) reproduced here in this manuscript.MAJestic is a deep embedded organization that is organized as a “carve out”. Most of the members are American. Everyone within MAJestic operate as three-man cells. Only the highest levels of the organization know each other outside of a cell structure.Technical research and reverse engineering efforts are conducted outside the organization as much as possible. Those individuals have a MAJ designation, but are not part of the organization. The actual organization membership is severely limited and culled regularly.
How to Tell
Here is the quick and dirty way to see if a person is actually who they say they are. Here is the definitive method for determining if they really were or are in MAJestic.
All MAJestic members have a military background.
All MAJestic members have an extraterrestrial device placed behind the optic center in the skull. It can be viewed in a MRI.
All MAJestic members have at least Core Kit #1 embedded inside their brain. This consists of a minimum of three tiny BB sized probes or implants. They can be viewed in a MRI.
All MAJestic members who have extraterrestrial-access has a science or technology degree of a minimum of four years.
All MAJestic members who have MWI access have at least a Core Kit #2 probe kit which will consist of seven (x7) BB sized probes inside their skull. They can be viewed in a MRI.
All MAJestic members are retired after 30 years of activity within the organization. They are retired under the Sex Offender registry so that they can be monitored.
Anyone who cannot verify these conditions should be considered of questionable validity.
Two Part Post
This post comes in two separate articles, due to the relative size of it.
MAJestic was a program that centralized the collection and all matters related to extraterrestrial issues on the Earth.
MAJestic no longer exists.
MAJestic has been re-tasked into something different, it now serves other purposes.
There is all kinds of information on the internet regarding MAJestic. Much of it is suspect.
FAQ
Q: Is the United States evil for having secrets?
A: No. Absolutely not. MAJestic was established at a time when we had just finished a horrible, simply horrible war. The terrors of nuclear weapons were fresh on our minds, and suddenly we discovered that there were extraterrestrials moving freely in and out of our territories. We were naturally concerned and horrified. The President rightly and correctly set the organization up and got it running properly. It HAD to be kept a secret. Least public opinion would force the hand of the United States government and cause us to do something regrettable.
Q: What is the current status of MAJestic?
A: The organization has been disbanded. It has been replaced by another system. For the most part it lies outside of the United States government. All programs have either been shut down or evolved into something else entirely.
Q: Will the government ever disclose information about MAJestic?
A: No, the government will not. Nor will any active members either. This disclosure is all that you are ever going to get, and this disclosure is not for the “mainstream” reader. It is designed for a select and limited group of individuals only. The content, while I supposedly author it, is actually directed and controlled by our extraterrestrial benefactors.
Q: What is the profile of a person who this disclosure is directed towards?
A: Honestly, I don’t really know. Our extraterrestrial benefactors really think differently than we do. Apparently humans minds process thoughts differently from each other. How it is processed results in variances in our realities. Certain individuals can process information in unique ways, and this information when read by these certain individuals will result in some positive outcomes. At least positive towards the objectives of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
Q: What happened to the MAJestic membership?
A: They were retired and put into state monitoring programs. All MAJestic members must be monitored. We all are connected to an extraterrestrial hive mind as we have probes inside of our bodies.
Q: What is going on with MAJestic now?
A: It is disbanded. There are various programs that operate as carve-outs and they are not part of the United States government. The great degree of secrecy is no longer necessary. Systems are now securely in place to control the American population and control the way they think and view matters that arise.
Q: How can you tell if a person was in MAJestic?
A: Have them get an MRI. They look like average people on the outside, but we all have devices inside our skulls.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
This is part two of a two part post. It concerns the calibration and training that I was part of . I needed this training to complete my mission parameters as part of MAJestic. Now, of course, none of this is supposed to exist. You can go anywhere on the Internet and type in “majestic” or “MJ-12”, and the first fifty or so sites will all be about it being a hoax or something that appeals to the “tin foil hat” fringe. You can believe them, right? After all, everyone knows that you can trust Google. You can trust them like you can trust CNN.
Anyways, if you believe them you don’t belong here. You can go away. Don’t waste your time here. Because it WILL be a waste of your time. There are no “secrets” or extraterrestrials out there in outer space. It is all just delusion. Right? Now, fucking leave. Thank you.
This post discusses a period of specialized training that I underwent in support of my role within MAJestic. It concerns “calibration” and “adjustment” exercises for a number of probes and devices that were implanted inside my brain. These devices consisted of three “sets”. One set, was extraterrestrial in nature and performance. The remaining two were terrestrially derived MAJestic implants.
All of the “training” and calibration exercises could ONLY be conducted within a specialized chamber, while all three probe “kits” were engaged.
Programming
There was a certain degree of “programming” I had to be involved in. I do not think that this had anything to do with the terrestrial core kit #1 or #2 probes. Rather, I think that it had to do with the interface with the core kit #2 probes and the base extraterrestrial probes. I was not instructed in the entire programming language. I was only taught the bare minimum of what I needed to know.
Numbers
For starters, instead of numbers, two means of conveyance are used. [A] Numbers were conveyed using a set of funky “O” shaped symbols (It was a base-8 octal system using (from what I can tell) seven symbols plus an “empty” symbol. Though I can be wrong, after all that was all many decades ago.) when used to identify a location or object. When used to convey an amount of a measure, [B] a set of lines were used. The lines looked like a comb, and could be presented in either a straight, curved, overlaid or stacked appearance. The closer together the lines were to each other was a measure of the mathematical power of the value. The height of the lines denoted proximity and / or magnitude. However, at no time were any words or sentences visible. It was all graphic.
The numbers were not based on a base-10. They were based on a base-8 system. (Luckily for me, I learned how to compute using base-8 in Middle School. Seventh grade, maybe eighth grade, I believe.) I suppose that my eighth grade teacher would have a heart attack, knowing what I was using what they taught me, for.
Cut-scene
As strange as this might seem, while under the ELF field, I underwent a “cut-scene” image of why the icons looked like they did. The reader must remember that, at that time, cut-scenes did not exist except in movies. I went through an event that was very much like a cut-scene in a video game. However, as I witnessed or viewed the scene, it was as if it was a memory to me.
This is how I learned. This is how I was taught how to use the symbols.
In the “cut-scene”, I could see a short hand with three very long fingers. (One thumb and three long fingers. The fingers were similar to our own human fingers, but much longer. Perhaps twice as long! They had fingernails, and knuckles, and a smooth complexion.) The hand hovered over some (highly reflective) soft tan sand on a very bright yellowish day.
It was like everything was sepia (Sepia tones are used in photography; the hue resembles the effect of aging in old photographs, and of older photographs chemically treated either for visual effect or for archival purposes. Most photo graphics software programs and many digital cameras include a sepia tone option.).
Then, very slowly, the index finger made long (easy and relaxed) movements in the sand. It went down and traced a long slightly curved line in the sand. Then the hand went and made another line perpendicular to it, and yet another, and finally depressed it’s long finger in the sand. That action made a “dot” that had a longish (miniature “I”) shape.
That was how and why many of the icons had long easy curves. It was a naturally easy thing to do. That is why the icons look like they do. They duplicate the writing method of the “parent species” that devised this system of pictorial icons.
That is how I learned. I “participated” in memories that instructed me as to what the symbols represented and why.
For numbers, the (four fingered) hand took the index finger and pressed it into the sand. It then dug a shallow hole with the hand. Then, it went and dug another shallow hole, but this time it put a pebble in it. Again, it went and dug another shallow hole. This time it put two pebbles in it. This continued until there were eight holes. Each hole was filled with pebbles or a oriented “dash” that was representative of them. Thus, the iconic depiction of an “O” was really a representation of the hole, and whatever was placed inside the hole.
During my training, I utilized numbers for certain roles and functions. However, they were unfamiliar. Instead of being base 10, they were in base 8. They also used these odd iconic glyph for them.
They based their numerical system on their eight fingers. Much like we based our numerical system on our ten digits (four fingers and a thumb on each hand).
Graphic Icons
Everything was in graphics through the use of graphic icons.
This wasn’t any kind of programming language using words as we would use today (in Basic, Java, C++, or Pascal). In computing languages today, they use commands that were derived from English words. This was NOT the way my graphical program worked. Here is a typical C++ line of code;
Here is a line of typical computer code. No matter what specific language a person is using, from Basic to C++, the code will always be in this form.
Things were quite different. No derived English words were used. Graphical pictures or symbols were used instead. For instance, functions came between these funky brackets that looked like a cross between fat bumper-car bumpers and a colon ( : ). Control of physical properties of physical items was denoted by a kind of bent “L” shape. Control of the material behaviors of specific elements (the “defaults” that we ASSUME are fixed in this universe ruled by the laws of physics) were denoted with a group of two symbols that reminded me of an “S8” appearance.
Orientation of the symbols was critical. There were also post and pre command modifiers that would affect the function within the brackets. Commands within the It was a coding language not unlike APL, but instead of automating functions, it created “ladder diagrams” to control the operation of various aspects of my implants.
Most of what I was involved with involved the selection of range modifiers for set controls. I didn’t actually write control stack language. However, I could as the option was there, but it was way, way beyond my skill set and ability. Instead I only knew the basics and adjusted what I was directed (by the facility manager) to adjust.
In function, he was simply reading to me over the microphone. I would then confirm when I had completed the instruction. I would imagine that the facility manager was simply reading typed instructions from a document to me, without any comprehension, what he was reading. Then, once completed, he more than likely shredded the document.
In every instance, I was able to do the exercises that were presented to me. I was able to run diagnostic scans, operate the limited debugging tools provided, switch in and out of secure communication links, secure a command and lock it in place. I was able to make certain abilities “soft” and then “harden” them into place, where necessary (float above and then sink into clay). Unlike conventional windows, no pop-up window or box ever appeared. Instead, the indicating icons would appear overlaid on the base overlay. Strangely enough, this never obscured the working desktop presented in front.
Once I completed a specific sequence, a new image would fill my visual cortex. I would need to complete the entire new sequence before I could exit. In other words, there was no “abort” key, or “exit” command. I do not know why this is (was) the case. Once a sequence was set in motion, I had to go through the entire sequence before I could exit it. Otherwise, it just sat there waiting for me to do something.
The calibration segment consisted of setting up presets and learning the basics on how to individually program the probes within an ELF environment.
Setting Up Presets
Setting up the presets was very easy as most of the presets were already set in place. All I needed to do was make minor corrections. These tended to be a matter of degree. For instance, one of the presets revolved around the scope or amplitude for the field. I had set it “close”, but later on, during my retirement, I wanted it to be more comfortable, and I changed the setting with the techs that came to retire me. Like stated previously, it was just a simple matter of moving a hovering or floating reticle over a specific setting and then hardening it into “clay”.
The presets were probably the most critical part of this segment. Programming wasn’t really ever used. (Once, I modified the code to enable entanglement.) In fact, I can honestly say that I never used the programming as part of my role. So, it really didn’t make much sense to train me to be able to access the “source code”. It was simply a great coincidence that I had the ability to reprogram the probes.
Programming
In general, in programming the various features of the probes, I had to learn to conduct rough “function chains”. These were just ladder diagram commands. They were identified with a start command symbol (looked like a big plump four-pointed star) and ended with an end command which kind of looked like a leaner and smaller four-point star. (Yes, I know the symbology is odd.) However, this was not always the case, while line functions always started with the “big star”, it could be “open ended”. That means that there would not be a closing “small star”. Instead, a “goto” command would exist. There were numerous icons for this command depending on what the function would go to next.
Unlike conventional programming, which runs in a line from left to right, I was taught to program from bottom upwards. Once completed, the program line would be presented in a horizontal fashion. It was read right to left. In other words, the “big star” icon would be at the far right, and the “small star” icon would be at the far left.
Further, the “surface” that this programming took place on was not flat. It was not like a piece of paper, a computer printout, or a nice organized surface inside a monitor. It was three dimensional. Elements or sections of “code” could be moved forward or backwards relative to my point of view. Thus, if I were to take a two-dimensional snapshot of the programming, you could see code in different sizes. From HUGE code “up front”, to unbelievably tiny code way in the back.
There were “objects” or “features” that I could manipulate. These looked like orbs, balls or concentric circles. They were connected to other “objects” through the use of lines. The lines would follow the curve of the larger objects that the smaller objects would be part of.
On top of all this, the programming was not in front of a monitor. It was all in my head. It was conducted while I sat down on the chair inside the ELF chamber at China Lake. The way these symbols materialized and moved about was by thought. Each one had an associated “feel”, “presence”, or “memory” (for lack of better terms) that I could “understand” and which helped me use the symbols. When I focuses on the component symbol, I would also access the associated “memory” or “abilities” that it possessed.
To me, they “felt” like thick cookies that fit together like dominoes. There were laws or rules that restricted placement. It was sort of like moving magnets around each other. The feelings, understandings and movements of the component glyphs only lased while my attention was focused on them.
Components
Within this command sequence were two major components. This consisted of [1] the program action itself, and [2] the objects to modify or manipulate. The objects to modify were themselves placed within a kind of bracket system that looked like plump baby bumpers. The objects themselves can either [1] be “named” by use of these kind of funky “O” shaped designs, or be [2] a set process that is described using other characters. Often these other characters would look like (backwards) curvy “L” or other odd shapes. Often, but not always, these objects were associated with a “position” within another process. In this case, they would utilize a queue icon (location within the ladder chain), which looks like a capital “I” with a dot in the middle of it.
All of the symbol glyphs that I accessed had a structure. Each structure had a purpose, and even a history. I could automatically understand an entire history and utilization of each symbol when I focused my attention onto it. Reader please note that the picture is derived from my memories, nearly 40 years ago. I drew up these symbols from memory using MS Visio. They are NOT what I used. Instead they are a pictorial representation of what I remember them to look like.
Naming of Objects
Each probe had a specific name (address or location finder) associated with it. When a given function would access the probe or groups of probes, a set object identification pattern would manifest. It would always be between the two (plump baby bumper) bracket icons. This can be [1] assigned or [2] accessed as part of another function. When assigned, the first line of “code” always specifies these objects first. Usually they were graphically larger than the rest of the code. When displayed horizontally, it was read left to right.
To the left of this object assignment, was an “assign object” code. It was always smaller in font text. It would consist of two icons. A “start assignment” icon which looked like a backward “L” (with a curved backward back) with a little “foot” (at the left end) that was upside down. This icon was also present to the left of the code that enumerated the objects identification code. Only it was a mirror image. The second icon was a “end assignment” icon. It looked like a backwards “L” with a curve backwards with an equal sign though it. It also was at the end of the object naming.
Here is a small example to show and indicate how all the symbols within the programming glyphs fit together. They are all designed around concepts and established understandings honed over centuries. We, as humans, are unfamiliar with these terms and concepts. However, that does not mean that they don’t make sense when we obtain understanding of them.
Example of assigning an object code
Here is the basic format that we used when assigning a code for a group of objects. This can be anything from a single individual probe, to a group of multiple probes, to a specific characteristic of a device or artifice.
Here is an example of assigning a numerical identification code to an object, a process or a sub-routine. No matter what the data involved, it always seemed to take on this general form.
As described previously, when assigning a particular identification to an object or function, it is made larger than the rest of the code. Further, it is preceded with a command that specifies that it is being made. The “to make” command has associated parameters associated with it. A specialized set of “brackets” are used to identify what is going on and why.
Throughout the programming code, the use of a given sequence of icons can be referred to or modified by the start-condition parameters as defined within the object / process definition segment.
Here is an example of assigning a numerical code within a pipeline of the process tree. Note that the entire location or “address” is identified by two thick “baby bumper” icons;
Here is an example of how an object “address” and or location is assigned within a process tree. Note that it is a two part operation that is placed between two plump “baby buggy bumpers”. Thus four iconic glyphs are used for this process. There can be other modifiers that can make the address variable, and these would be placed within the appropriate “bumpers”.
Functions
After the object, came the function. Many of the symbols used in the functions were easily understandable. For instance, a backward “L” (with a curved backward back) with a little “foot” (at the left end) would be “click” then an icon that looked like “two curved swords over a road”(like in the city of Baghdad) would mean “hold” This might be followed by an icon that would look like a stylized equal sign at a 45-degree angle would mean “share” or “interface or act” Finally, an icon that would look like a slash (an oblique slanting line) stylized with a dash next to it would mean “release”. This entire command sequence must be programmed into the system to work, so you would place a queue icon (that looks like a capital “I” with a dot in the middle) next “queue”.
Command Nomenclature
Commands would be read right to left instead of left to right like in English. So the command above is a simple “FETCH” command broken down into a series of icons. Like all functions, f(x) you need to specify the variable (x) or the object that will be modified by the command. This is placed within brackets (big fat ones like baby bumpers) before the function.
You “engage” the process by the “click” command, and then let the process actuate under the “hold pause and continue” command. It works a lttle like a “one shot”. Once the process is completed it then interfaces or runs or collects functions or data. This is the “share” command. Once the task is completed, you “release” of course. The entire process needs to be programmed, so you “queue” with respect to another action. Where and how it performs depends on the relationship of adjacent icons. In the example below, I used an “open arms” icon that means “accept input”, or in other words, I have to specify, what the values would be (or tie to another function that would provide those values).
Example
For instance, the below shows a very simple use of the fore mentioned fetch command. Here, one of the (characteristics) of one of the probes (identified by name, and shown to be part of a process queue) utilizes the fetch command to interface with another process. It assigns properties based upon a list of options. (The options come from the queue index in the object section.)
Here is an example of using a subroutine to institute a “fetch command”. You specify the location of the address and then specify at which point on the ladder tree it is accessed. You then run the function. In this example, we have a simple “fetch” command where “x” of f(x) = “fetch from”.
In the example above, we can see that the entire sub-program is a function. It references a location in the ladder diagram. This location is positioned between the two “baby bumpers” with a queue index icon in the middle of the location address. Then the actual code is specified. This is the function section. Finally, the entire sub-function is identified with a start and an end star.
When looking at the entire programmed function, the first thing that you can see near the end of the function is the objective of the function. Then to the right is the actual sub-program function. Finally the object to be programmed, or the sub-program that is to be modified.
Here is a typical function from above without the address component. It always seemed that the address contained all sorts of modifiers that would result in a much larger subprogram depending on how it was accessed. Here is the basic “fetch from” command all by itself.
The entire set of implants contained reams and reams of codes like this. However, access to specific lines of code was easy. You simply thought about what you wanted to do, and relevant code would appear. For instance, if I wanted full access to all of my memories, I would just simply think about “assess the code associated with my memories” and it would appear. Like all the code, the values for the objects and address location were pretty much meaningless to me. However, I did “understand” what they represented when I thought about it.
Strangely, I thought about it in a kind of 4D manner. I could imagine it moving and changing with different values and aspects as I thought about the function. It was cool, neat and baffling all at the same time. Specific icons (and the associated values and functions) could also be changed. However, if I wanted to change something that might be prohibited for some reason, I would not be able to change anything. There seemed to be a sort of “fail safe” editing command structure inherent in the program.
Initially, I gave a lot of thought as to what this was all about. After all, even though I now was able to retain my memories of the implant procedure, I did not have a clue as to what the overall purpose or what my role would be.
A very abbreviated overview of operation
In short, the programming for the probes was mathematically based but used a system that was employed to control the functions of complex aggregate machine-like artifices. Thus, it was neither a pure ladder diagram, nor a software programing language. It was something altogether different. As my ability to program software is rather primitive, the terms that I use herein is mine own and should not be confused with standardized conventions. The reader should also recognize that my impressions are that of a technically trained engineer that only understood what I needed to understand at the time. I was not, nor was I ever, an expert in this. Additionally, the ravages of time have corrupted my memories and what I think is correct could very well be incorrect. Never the less, I place it here, for the reader to ponder, in it’s impure state.
Functions
A function is what the purpose of the devices do. They can be programmed to do different things. Since we were programming ELF probes, and their interface with a biological artifice, it would make sense that the programming would alter or control the aspects associated with this purpose. In short, a function is a software communication method that would program mechanical devices to behave in certain ways. For our purposes, lets define these “ways” as “functions”.
In general it would take (iconic) arguments (that bracketed the operation command on one or both sides) and would return a specific action as a result. The functions can be;
Primitive – built-in and represented by a single iconic glyph. These icons had fixed operations and functions. They could not change or be modified by other functions or controls.
Defined – as a named and ordered collection of program statements. This functional output is whatever is defined in the parameters established near the objects identification code, and modified by the proper modifiers.
Derived – as a combination of an operator with its arguments.
Arrangement
The functions can be arranged in certain defined manners. These defined manners change the appearance of the specific code. In general, there are three different arrangements, each with a set or limited array of outcomes.
Niladic– not taking or requiring any arguments.
Monadic – requiring only one argument; on the right for a function.
Unary – requiring only one argument; on the left for a function.
Dyadic – requiring both a left and a right argument, binary.
Ambivalent – capable of use in a monadic or dyadic context.
Whereas, in our software code we tend to have binary responses (yes or no), this software code results in far more options than that. Each option can be “flavored” by the associated parameters provided by the objects identification parameter settings.
Operators
We also have a system where you can go “backwards” and derive a function. Here, it would consist of a operation or mapping that takes one (left) or two (left & right) function or an array-valued argument (operands) and derives a function. An operator may be [1] Primitive: built-in and represented by a single glyph, or [2] Defined: as a named and ordered collection of program statements.
Control
Why all this programming if we were implanted to be a robot? Certainly slaves, or robots are not provided with the means for independent control. The reader must recognize that at this time, I still had no idea what my “purpose” was. While it was all pretty cool, interesting and exciting to me, I still had no idea what all this would lead to.
I initially thought that at the most basic level we were to become a robotic slave to the commands issued to us. We were, after all, allowing the person at the other end of the transmitter to control our brains and thus ourselves. Oh, how simple I was then!
That was not the case, we were more valuable than that. They really didn’t need to pull out highly trained Naval Aviators, who have mastered multiple degrees, passes rigorous testing, and meet difficult levels of achievement to turn them into brainless robots. You could do this in other ways and use other people who were not so expensively trained.
Remember, to train a Naval Aviator cost over a couple of million dollars, so we were too expensive to turn into a household appliance. Whether it be as a mindless zombie to pick up a gun and shoot up a school, or to innocently walk into a meeting room and stab a CEO of a company. You did not need the kind of background and training that we had to do these things. The skill level requirements did not match; they were incompatible.
That does not, however, mean that the ELF technology and system isn’t used for those other kinds of tasks and assignments. I can only adequately comment on MY role and how the technology was used concerning my own life. I am quite confident that the technology is also used for other assignments and tasks of a different clandestine nature than mine own.
So, instead of simply being a remote controlled cyborg, we were taught how to reprogram our mind under certain conditions using the ELF signals. We could communicate as if we had Wi-Fi always in our heads, and we had access to control of our bodily functions at a level that was unprecedented previously.
Materialists like Daniel Dennet, Richard Dawkins, and Sam Harris immediately dismiss the possibility of an immaterial soul or mind that interacts with the brain and the physical body. Ah, what is seen in the physical is all that there is. Nothing else exists. Oh sure, there are radio waves, but that too can be explained as a hidden component of the physical.
They argue this on the grounds of classical physics. In this argument, the activity of the soul or any other immaterial entity, placing influences upon the brain violates the law of conservation of energy. They conclude that matter is the fundamental reality of human beings and of the entire Universe. They conclude that nothing else exists. Hogwash!
What is often ignored today is how Dennet, Dawkins, Sam Harris and the materialists fail to realize that the universe is not so simple. It is comprised of many other things that require effort to understand. These lazy folk do not want to leave 1900-era science. Their entire argument for materialism and the denial of the soul is based on an outdated “classical physics” paradigm. This paradigm was overturned in the 20th century with the advent of quantum physics.
The general thinking of many people, however, is still shaped by classical physics and for this reason alone, materialism seems like the most scientific worldview. It is not. Not by any degree of understanding. How in the world can you use a “smart phone” or an iphone and still hold this world view? Those appliances utilize quantum physics to operate gosh-dammit! Thus any comments in support of the materialist argument (against soul-body dualism) falls apart in the face of contemporary physics.
Here’s a quick review. At the quantum level, subatomic particles like electrons do not exist concretely; instead, they exist in a state of potentiality. For example, the electron at the quantum level does not occupy a fixed position or a momentum. Instead, the electron occupies an entire range of possible positions – and the evolution of these possibilities over time can be described by a wave function called the Schrödinger equation. It is only the act of measurement or observation by a conscious observer that [1] assigns concrete probabilities to each possible position, and [2] selects one of the possible positions of the electron and actualizes this possibility as a physical event. Prior to observation, there is no “matter stuff” but only “possibilities”.
Thus the key point; Material substance, as such, does not exist without an observation or act of human consciousness. Consciousness generates thought. Thought creates order of quantum potential. Ordered potential creates our reality.
It is therefore nonsensical to argue that material substances, like the aggregation of atoms, molecules and neurons can produce consciousness. Material objects, prior to conscious observation, exist only as wave-like potentialities and nothing more. The act of observation or measurement by a conscious agent is what reduces the potentialities into actualities, as Schrödinger himself writes about some particle x when it is observed at position K – prior to which particle x has no definite existence except in a cloud of potentialities.
Ah, but I digress…
Big Changes
Now that’s about all there was to the programming section of my training. In the grand scale of things, it didn’t last very long. I was at the ELF facility for maybe a handful of months. I “awoke”, and was taught how to program. I then self-programmed my probes and set the required defaults. Then I was reassigned to work off-base.
Only this time, I received instructions and communication straight from the source. No one needed to tell me anything. I instantly “knew” what to do.
I started to see (feel) immediate changes in myself physically, mentally and emotionally. I learned, then (quite early) that you just do not mess around with certain things. What I was involved in was a serious business that could have negative consequences if you were not careful.
I learned quickly what my skill set was.
I also learned that there were multiple world-lines. As such, I was taught how to adjust world-line programming. This also included time, the passage of, and the (apparent) direction of it. However, each time I ran through the “episodes” associated with the reading by the ELF station manager, it seemed like preprogramed memories would describe what was possibly transpiring at the time the changes were made. It was almost like I was performing within a cut scene and living out the consequences of my activities. This included both world-line alterations and time manipulation.
The capability remained present. Why anyone would want to invoke changes in time is beyond my comprehension. However, it is possible under the proper conditions. Indeed, this aspect is something that even now I am really confused about.
Off Base
I learned and was trained to invoke certain sequences for “advantage”. This training was substantial and is the subject of another post. In short, I learned how to navigate the MWI using link-access.
Anyways…
Bullshit
According to the Internet, there isn’t any extraterrestrials, world-line travel is a hypothetical fantasy, probes inside the brain is a fantastic illusion brought about by people with mental illnesses, and the idea that the United States government would be involved in such things is considered fringe lunacy.
The way things actually are has no bearing on what everyone thinks. In most cases, what everyone things is absolutely and positively in error. Many times it is based on assumptions that are flat out WRONG. Thus, when someone is exposed to the possibilities of truth, they recoil back in horror and dismay.
So, anyways, that’s about it for now. You can believe or not. I personally don’t give a flying fuck. If you want to believe that I spent my 1980’s wearing parachute pants, wearing a mullet, and watching “The Golden Girls”, so be it.
Global warming is a hoax used to siphon more money into programs that are saturated with “kick-back” schemes. Here is a typical example. Here is scientific data that PROVES that climate has been warming. There’s only one tiny problem with it. NOAA didn’t have any satellite data to support these findings. But, you know what, during the Obama Administration, you could get millions of dollars in funding if you could prove that global warming was real. What a scam! Yet, you can believe it if you want. No skin off my back, just don’t expect me to go along with your delusions. Just like I don’t expect you, the reader, to go along with everything that I am saying either.
You can believe everything CNN tells you. You can believe all about Global Warming. You can believe that there are 55 genders. You can believe that you are not paying enough in taxes, and that more taxes are needs “for ma roads!”.
My probes were not passive devices. They are interactive devices that required programming and calibration.
I can only program under the influence of an ELF field in a specialized chamber.
The probes were terrestrial (human) in nature, and they interfaced with extraterrestrial probes that were also inserted within my brain.
Retirement only disables my terrestrial probes. It has no effect on my extraterrestrial probes.
The probes permit certain abilities and advantages.
One such ability is MWI world-line travel.
FAQ
Q: Why did you have probes installed?
A: All members of MAJestic have probes installed. I had two “sets” or “kits” of terrestrial probes. The second kit interfaced with a special set of extraterrestrial probes that most MAJestic members do not have. This kit required a kind of specialized calibration and training.
Q: What was your mission?
A: I really can’t give out specific information. I can only talk in generalities. It was humanistic in nature. It supported the development of the human species in sentience growth. It was not like anything that the reader would think. It was actually pretty boring and dull. It was like selecting potatoes out of a truck-load of potatoes. It was nothing important at all.
Q: Who did you report to?
A: I worked independently and took commands from my probes and our extraterrestrial benefactors instantaneously.
Q: Have you ever used your programming skills since?
A: No. It was a one-time event. I learned how to mess around with the programming of the probes. I set up the defaults, and lived with the results ever since.
Q: Why do you say such nonsense?
A: Why do you read it?
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Let’s discuss my training. This wasn’t the kind of training that you would give to a new class of aviators every few months. This wasn’t the kind of training that involved textbooks, and a class instructor. It was something else entirely. It was alien to anything that I have ever experienced previously. Here, we discuss what I did at China Lake NWC, and how I underwent training for my particular role. This training was unique and different; the location itself was unique and different as well. The entire base was situated up high on top of a raised plateau high up in the mountains. Perhaps one might go as far as to consider the place to be equivalent to the Chinese Tibet.
Living in the “High Desert” was a wonderful experience, but not as great and unique as what transpired during my training. It was during the training that I became more than what I ever thought I was, or ever could be. This training and events appear impossible to comprehend, but they did happen; over four decades ago…
This post discusses a period of specialized training that I underwent in support of my role within MAJestic. It concerns “calibration” and “adjustment” exercises for a number of probes and devices that were implanted inside my brain. These devices consisted of three “sets”. One set, was extraterrestrial in nature and performance. The remaining two were terrestrially derived MAJestic implants.
All of the “training” and calibration exercises could ONLY be conducted within a specialized chamber, while all three probe “kits” were engaged.
Training Overview
The training mostly consisted of sitting in a chair inside a huge anechoic chamber.
Vintage head thing or device. How do you program or change one’s brain? Do you open up the skull and cut up the “grey matter”? Do you zap it with radio waves to induce electro-chemical changes internally? Do you flash it with waves? Well, in my case, probes were installed in strategic locations, and then the probes were calibrated and adjusted by ELF radiation.
An anechoic chamber (an-echoic meaning non-reflective, non-echoing or echo-free) is a room or chamber that is designed to completely absorb reflections of either sound or electromagnetic waves. They are also insulated from exterior sources of noise. The combination of both aspects means they simulate a quiet open-space of (apparent) “infinite dimension”, which is useful when exterior influences would otherwise give false results. These chambers are quite usefu for testing any item that is sensitive to electromagnetic radiation.
In fact, there wasn’t any formalized classroom training at all. There were no teachers, or teaching aides. There were no textbooks, notebooks, or classes. I only had but one “class mate” which was Sebastian (not his actual name). This kind of training was unlike any kind of training that I have ever had.
Training Center
The anechoic chamber was located deep within the China Lake Naval Weapon Center complex. It was located inside the complex within its own compartmentalized region. Of course, this base within a base had its own guard and fences as well. To reach it you had to go through the various checkpoints and guard stations. You would show the guard your badge and then the guard would log in your identify and cross reference it against a list of approved people who were on the access list for the day. As you enter into the more restricted and secret areas of the base, the access list becomes more and more exclusive. Thus allowing for more scrutiny on who goes in and out of the facility.
Once inside the restricted are, you had to enter yet another high security area. This was the region inside the security zone that was compartmentalized within the research base. Like all the other guard posts, your identify and your badge is checked against a clearance list to verify that you are who you are represented to be. Since this is a US Navy base, all the guards are marines. Wearing desert camo uniforms and carrying holstered 9mm side arms and combat rifles. (The M9 has been the standard sidearm of the United States Navy, United States Army and the United States Air Force since 1985, replacing the Colt M1911A1 in the Army and Navy and the Smith & Wesson .38 Special in the Air Force. The M9A1 is also seeing limited issue to the United States Marine Corps.)
They were typically young and in their 20’s. They always carried loaded weapons and side arms. They were always friendly and professional, but I have no doubt that they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot me dead if I were not who I was supposed to be.
All Naval bases are guarded by United States marines. At the time of my involvement, they wore desert camouflage clothing. I would pass through three gates when I went to the test facility on base.
They would always check the contents of the car we were driving in, or the bag that I had with me. In those days, I often rode to the complex on a motorcycle. It was great riding my motorcycle out in the desert. As long as it wasn’t too hot, I would ride to “the Pinnicles” (a curious rock formation) off base, or ride the twisty road to Trona and pass by the “painted dinosaur rocks”. They would thus, check my backpack to see if I was bringing in or out any forbidden or suspicious items.
More than one (contractor) left behind briefcase or bag was detonated “sight unseen” for the purposes of safety. (In those days, we typically carried a rectangular briefcase of the traditional 1960’s style. A handful of people carried a backpack, but they were rare at that time.) Mostly, I just carried a homemade lunch with me in my briefcase. I typically strapped it to the back of the motorcycle using bungee cords. I never had any problems with the guards.
Usually I ate baloney, cheese and tomato on plain white bread with mayonnaise or yellow mustard. Usually I ate it with Lettuce, (yellow) onion, and (sweet) mayonnaise (Miracle Whip), but the heat of the desert tended to warm the sandwich and spoil it. So, I oftentimes I simply ended up eating hot peanut butter and jelly sandwiches instead. For the interests of total disclosure, I also tended to eat leftover spaghetti in a sandwich with peanutbutter and tomato. My friends and coworkers thought I was nuts, but it was good and I liked it. Perhaps I was a bit unconventional, but you could chalk that up to personal eccentricity.
As an aside, I love tomatoes. In fact, one of my “little pleasures” has been to grow tomatoes at home. Not the hard, tasteless tomatoes genetically modified to be transported to supermarkets, but rather the soft, huge and sweet tomatoes. These went by names of “Big Boy”, and “Better boy” tomatoes and grew to huge size. Nothing tastes finer than a fresh homegrown heirloom tomato on fresh Italian bread with mayonnaise. One of my pleasures, indeed.
When I rode up to the gate, they would want to see my badge. They would then look at it, and then compare it to the clipboard. Then note when I arrived or left in the log. Then they would wave me forward and beyond. I would say that it never really took more than a minute or two for them to process me. The particular zone or region that I was part of was not a very heavily traveled location. There might be a handful of people with access to that area. Perhaps a total of twenty or so. So they would look on the clipboard, and see that I was who I was and let me go.
The waiting was usually due to all the other people in the various cars and trucks before me. The base was very large and sprawling and as such, there were many, many people that would go in and out of it. It was the duty of the marines to make sure that access was restricted to only those who had legitimate business on the base.
At that time, I lived off-base in Ridgecrest. I rode a black Yamaha 550 cc Vision motorcycle. It was a water-cooled engine, but actually had some problems due to the dust in the desert.
On entering or leaving the base there was generally a small line of cars and trucks that had to be “processed”. This meant a check of the ID badge, and confirmation of our purpose on the base. They also would check our bags, the trunk of a car or the back of a truck. It didn’t take too long. At most, I would say perhaps fifteen minutes would pass while I sat there on my black motorcycle sweltering in the hot desert sun.
The facility that I was trained at was an anechoic chamber located within a special ELF test range. (A test range is a special name that simply refers to an area where tests are constructed. They may or may not have distances “ranged out” for calibration exercises. For instance, like a “rifle range”.) It was NOT a dedicated teaching facility. It was an engineering test facility that was used to test experiments.
During my stay at the facility, it was repurposed for ELF calibration and training for specific MAJestic members (in this particular program) so equipped with Core Kit #2 probes. Our roles were truly unique as no other members required this kind of “training”.
Like many high tech facilities, this was located in a remote part of the base. (The base was divided into ranges, or test centers, often separated from each other by miles of open desert.) It consisted of a simple little cluster of buildings in the middle of an immense stretch of flat desert. To an outside observer you might not have any clue as to what it was. On the outside, it looked like any cluster of buildings in the desert. Moreover, like the desert in the Mojave, all the buildings were surrounded with boxes, crates, strange equipment, debris and a mix of old and new things that never rusted or corroded in the hot desert heat. Everything looked new, though they tended to be faded and dusty.
To get to the complex you drove on this flat road that went far off into the distance in the wide and desolate desert. This road, aside from a couple of turns around some more or less low hills, was straight. Once you reached to the top of a local crest, after the last security gate, you could see the road stretch off into the distance like a straight arrow. Off in the distance it would continue towards another group of low hills. On both sides of the road were the low shrubs, sage brush and rocks, stone and sand so characteristic of the local region. Eventually, there in the middle of the desert sat a cluster of buildings, stationary vans, and portable offices. From the crest it looked like a small remote pin point of objects. As such, it would take a good fifteen minutes to drive to it. The buildings and gear all clustered around a big warehouse prefab building that housed the chamber, and the two electronic labs that occupied the space.
As you rode down the hot asphalt road (on the way to the test facility) you would see the cluster to your right. It sat off a moderate sized parking lot. With perhaps, three to five cars parked there typically. Often times, I was nearly alone at the facility. If I had no scheduled training, and no one was there, I would often sit there inside, reading a manual or killing time waiting for others to arrive.
High Technology in the Desert
Hollywood likes to present a stereotypical image of secret, high technology programs. They envision heavily armed guards, men and women with black sunglasses, ear phones, and lots and lots of gates, fences, and glass. Glass everywhere… it seems. Nice and shiny chrome or brushed metal electronics. Hollywood makes you think that this is what high technology and research are. They give you the impression that there are attractive scientists and specialists who operate this equipment.
Stereotypical Hollywood, from the movie “Independence Day”. In this scene, the President meets up with the chief “Scientist” (actually Aerospace Engineer) who has been sequestered at Area 51 reverse engineering extraterrestrial spacecraft.
Maybe there is a quirky or colorful person who is brilliant, but a little eccentric there. They portray an area that is all high technology with all kinds of cool and mysterious scientific apparatus, with plasma and LCD displays, with brilliant white sterile hallways, and device filled dark rooms and all kinds of cool people wearing trendy clothes and white lab coats. Always very attractive, with usually a “hot” blonde girl who was brilliant but unobtainable (from a dating point of view).
The geniuses tend to be in the early 20’s typically just out of college, and anyone who is older is portrayed as really old with white hair, balding and “out of touch” with the rest of the scientific community. Such is stereotypical Hollywood. They give you the impression that it had all kinds of electric eye and key-activated pass-codes and things like that…
But, I tell you the truth, Hollywood hasn’t a clue! The reality was really, really different. Well, at least in the 1980’s it was.
In the world of Hollywood, the stereotypical scientist and engineer wears a white lab coat, a magnetic card reader badge, and tends to be a bit eccentric. They are the geniuses of the sterile metallic and glass monoliths that they inhabit. They are portrayed as geniuses who are completely out of touch with the world outside their sterile domain.
Well, for one thing, the hallways were plain. They were government hallways for goodness sakes! For those of you who have never been inside a government building in the 1980’s, it was a speckled white linoleum tile floor with two tone, (lower) light pastel green walls / (upper section) off-white, walls and fluorescent lights on the ceilings. The doors were all heavy gauge steel with a stainless steel kick plate and robust knobs.
All the offices used office furniture that was maybe ten to twenty years old, and possibly even older (for the mid-1980’s, placing their manufacture in the 1930’s through the 1960’s). I saw some wooden desks from the 1920’s there, but for most of the base, it consisted of heavy-steel grey desks that were mass produced in the 1940s through to the 1970s. The new equipment were mostly the electronics that we used, (1980’s style push-button) telephones, and (huge black & white non-color print ability) copy machines. Faxes were just becoming popular, but still not prevalent. The use of computers were for specialized projects and for the engineers and techs, not for the secretaries. No word processors were used. This was a time that was way before Microsoft Word and Microsoft Office came into popular use. We used electric typewriters. The labs used state of the art equipment and machinery. However, that tended to be off-the-shelf high-end HP diagnostic and design equipment.
The base was populated with spread-out frame buildings that sat in the hot desert heat. Many were plain and nondescript. You couldn’t tell their purpose from the outside. Some possessed signs, while others just sat there mutely.
The people were government employees.
Brilliant scientists and engineers, but they all dressed conservatively. Typical dress was casual with a white or polo shirt over blue jeans. In fact, they dressed in the western style. Some wore cowboy hats, most wore cowboy boots and jeans. Lee’s, Levi’s and wrangler jeans were the most popular at the time. Plaid shirts and collared T-shirts were the norm. Many wore polyester shirts and pants (this was the 1980’s after all). The wearing of ties was quite rare, though Texas style bolo ties would periodically make their appearance. (At this time, not too many people wore collared polo-shirts. We all tended to wear white or white patterned cotton/polyester blended shirts.) There were very few people in uniform, as most people were civilian employees or contractors working for the government. Many, if not all, had prior active military service.
Most of the people there at the local satellite facility were men. I don’t recall ever seeing a woman there. There were no janitor staff or maintenance staff there, unless on special assignment. Thus the place ended up getting a dusty and cluttered look. As projects came and went, the debris of prior projects would accumulate one on top of the other for months, years, and even decades. In the lab would be industry calendars that would be a year or two out of date. They don’t make these calendars anymore, because they are deemed sexist and inappropriate. But we all loved them. They would often portray an attractive woman, often in a swimsuit, holding some kind of industrial supply or tool. For instance a typical calendar might show a red haired busty girl holding a wrench and leaning against a compressor.
In a male dominated workplace, the most effective means of advertising tools is to utilize imagery that appeals to men. During the Bill Clinton (D) administration, there was a move to make everyone “equal”. In so doing, all efforts to appeal to a anything other than female or neutral gender was discouraged. Know your history.
In the post-President Bill Clinton (D) world, anything deemed to be sexist or demeaning was removed from the American work place by presidential decree. I think that this was a political move initiated by his wife; Hillary Clinton. It was an effort to gain political support by a major feminist voting block that was of significant importance to his Democrat political party. As such, he introduced, what later on become known as, “feel-good” legislation.
I personally think that this was and still is a suppression of “free speech”, but his supporters didn’t. In their eyes is was one of a continuing series of small steps and efforts to build a “more perfect world” in which everything that is objectionable to his electoral block of supporters is suppressed and made illegal.These were rules, or guides, or even laws that mandated the removal of all items that were deemed sexist or demeaning to women in the workforce. Today, you can never see these objects in an American workplace, while they are however still common in other nations.
As an aside, I was once lambasted for having a “Weekly World News” calendar on my desk.
Each day would be a new article from that amazingly funny newspaper. Each day was an outrageous front page article from this newspaper. One day, HR called me to their office at the end of the day. They complained about my calendar. Apparently in it was a picture of an article that it had describing a girl who gave birth to a 54 pound baby (I forgot the actual weight).
I thought that it was funny, but HR did not at all. I was firmly told that the calendar was demeaning to women and that I had to remove it and write a formal apology to go into my permanent record or suffer suspension and loss of my job.
The ELF Substation
The test substation was nothing more than an island of buildings on a hot flat desert plain. There were no trees. Mostly what you would see would be low brittle shrubs and sagebrush. The ground was always covered in a fine sand of coarse rocks, brittle twigs and debris. (This always included these multi-pointy star shaped seeds and burrs that seemed to always grab hold of my trousers and socks no matter how hard I tried to avoid them.)
The desert itself was mostly flat with various groupings of boulders placed haphazardly throughout the terrain. Always, it seemed, that the boulders were grey and the sand was golden. All of this was often framed against a pristine, robin egg blue, sky. In the distance you could see the faded light Blue Mountains (typically a hazy blue tint) obscured by the daytime heat. The Panamint Mountain Range were always viewable from the base no matter where you stood. They seemed to always be covered with snow at their peaks, even in the hot, hot summer sun.
The cluster consisted of one large blue prefabricated building that was perhaps two stories tall, surrounded by a number of smaller trailers, sheds and structures of unknown purpose and function. Many of the cement structures in the surrounding land were former test stands, or facilities that were part of previous research and test projects. Many which were cancelled or killed over the years. The projects, abandoned after being recorded and archived. Their equipment cannibalized for other purposes and projects.
Many people do not realize that in the R&D field, more than 80% of the projects that scientists work on are routinely killed or discarded. The reasons vary. Some [1] are simply due to funding cuts, which is a political matter. Other reasons include a [2] change in research direction, a [3] key individual leaving the program or a [4] decision made elsewhere to focus on something else. The Mohave desert is full of the broken dreams of many an aspiring engineer and scientist.
The Panamint Mountains as viewed from China Lake NWC. Pretty impressive. No matter where you go, you will always be able to see these mountains.
No matter where you were on the base at NAS NASC China Lake, you could see the mountains in the distance. This is what they looked like. In the distance they appeared with a bluish tint. It is an atmospheric phenomena that I cannot explain adequately to the reader. The reader must realize that for the most of the time, it was hot and dry desert, and the view reflected that fact. What was most interesting however was that the valleys as shown in the picture above all had a small stream in the middle of them, and if you followed the valley up higher to towards the top of the mountain the streams got wider and life began to manifest itself in the form of small trees, weeds and grasses.
All the sheds, buildings and trailers were surrounded with all kinds of unused electronics, scientific apparatus and military devices of god-only knows what they were for. (There would often reside many delightful objects of curious contraption inside of numerous cardboard boxes, many of which were never even opened once.) The reader has to understand that it rarely rained, so a person could set the stuff outside for storage and nothing would ever happen to it. So there were piles and piles of boxes of computer and electronic components, wires, containers of all sizes and shapes and gizmos and gadgets of an electronic pedigree of some sorts lying about. To get to the complex (as well as leave it), you had to go through 3 gates with armed guards. So, no one was ever going to steal the stuff…
The electronics varied from scavenged avionics to entire mainframe computers. There were boxes of disassembled antennas, submarine sonar systems, and missile tracking radar. The boxes would hold such things as reams of wire in different gauges to boxes of nuts and bolts. In a way, it was like a cross between Home Depot, a yard sale, and a Military surplus store all located in an old trailer park.
Every time that there was a project, the engineers on the project would store their gear outside. That was usually because there wasn’t enough space inside the offices. Outside were cardboard boxes, some open, and some closed. There were boxes that had never been opened, but had been sitting there for years. Often these boxes were loaded with all kinds of electronics gear. Some boxes would have PCB panels, while others would contain wires. Still others would hold parts of antennas. There were boxes of screws, resistors, and all manner of junk that made the place look like the cross between a hardware shop and a flea market.
As odd as this might seem, generally no one would scavenge for parts unless they obtained permission from the original owners of the components first. This was a small community on the base, and everyone knew everyone else. At least, as far as the grizzly old timers, and managers were concerned. Transient engineers, other contractors, and those individuals like myself were excluded from the good-old-boy network that persisted at the base.
But, while I did not know it at the time, my role in MAJestic was a very unique and important one. I am sure that were there any need to defend me or support me in my role that the entire weight of the MAJestic organization would bear down on anyone who would interfere in my training and purposes there.
The portable office buildings were simply work offices. There were file cabinets, air conditioners, and some even had a sink and fridge. Inside were desks, conference tables and just the normal brick-a-brack associated with any kind of business or work. Mugs with Naval and Weapon Systems logos on them abounded. I well remember one that I used (don’t remember where I picked it up, probably next to the coffee pot – an orphan mug) a CBU-78/B with a picture of some weapons system and some flashy logo design was quite common. We used the port-a-potties that were on the edge of the parking lot for the most part. Though, at least one of the trailers had a fairly decent restroom. All of the buildings were cooled by both Air Conditioners and Evaporative coolers. The most common method of cooling was the evaporative cooler, which we all liked to call a “swamp cooler”.
Here is a typical mobile office. It would hold perhaps three or four rooms and a bathroom. In many cases that meant a central conference room, two offices, with a bathroom at the end.
There were about four large office buildings there and one smaller one. These were usually occupied by other people who I did not know, doing work that I knew nothing about. When I would stick my head in the office to use the head, we’d nod and say hi, but that was about it. One the side of each of the office buildings and the main prefab buildings were numerical designators, or address that things could be delivered to them. There was a mail box in front of the parking lot, and a large dumpster on the edge of the parking lot. There was nothing extraordinary concerning the layout of the complex. It was a typical industrial layout that could be seen anywhere in the United States or in the world.
Off the road in front of this complex was a small parking lot big enough for about thirty cars, though it was mostly empty with no more than five to eight cars there at any given time. It the far end was an area for motorcycles. On the deck were metal plates for the rider to use to put the kickstand upon.
Off from the parking lot was a set of cement steps that led to the main building. Next to the side door was a coke machine. Though, I never saw anyone ever fill it up. I suppose that you would have to have a high security clearance to fill soda machines in this area.
The Test Chamber
The main building, as far as I was concerned, was the big blue prefab warehouse building. It housed the anechoic chamber that I did most of my training in. It was a dual use facility and was used to test and calibrate various munitions at the base. Inside was a really messy control booth, raised up about 10 inches above the floor with cabling below it. The control booth contained a long curved, “L” shaped console desk. In the desk were various knobs, dials and electronic modules. There were also voids and gaping holes in the metal of the desk were modules were removed and not replaced. In these holes, sometimes wires would protrude and they would dangle out of the hole like some kind of colorful dusty snake. Surrounding the desk were rack mounted electronics that controlled the “horns” that would be beamed at us when we were in the chamber.
As strange as it might seem, the ELF control station looked a lot like this abandoned old power station. The colors, the dust, and the various electronic panels in disarray was typical.
Photo is of an abandoned power plant control station. Never the less, the control room to the ELF station looked remarkably similar to this (cluttered, but not so littered. There wasn’t any trash on the floor, etc.). The dim lighting, the greenish-grey colors and the dusty panels were identical to the control station. Off the side were large equipment racks with files of wires that cascaded downwards, and many panels were removed or open so that the workers could access the controls at will to modify, repair or access the equipment inside. It was a wonderous cluttered dim dusty mess.
There were a large number of horns. They ranged in size to big units the size of a small car, to tiny hand held units that could fit into your hand. Each one was labeled and identified and rolled for storage in every nook and cranny of the building. The smaller horns sat on dusty shelves, while the bigger horns were wheeled into the dark hallways surrounding the chamber.
Typically, most horns were unpacked and stored as is. Sometimes they were covered with a tarp of a sheet of plastic, and other times, they just sat there collecting dust. Like everything on the base, there were various tags, labels, and documents that provided code numbers used to track the devices and their ownership.
This is a typical horn used to radiate ELF radiation. They came in different sizes and shapes. The large ones were enormous and were stored elsewhere. The smaller ones were the size of an (old fashioned) bread-box.
A “horn” is a kind of electronic speaker, looking a lot like an old fashioned horn, which radiates different radio frequencies. There are small ones (like tweeters) and large ones (like Bass speakers). But these horns dealt with Extra-Low frequency signals, so they tended to be a different shapes and sizes than you would see in home speakers. For us, and for the military devices being tested, different horns were used. But for us, they were much smaller than the horns used to test missiles and weaponry. (This was a dual use facility, with all kinds of Ordnance lying around).
The horns were controlled by a collection of custom electronics and modified off-the-shelf gadgets on the base. The control room looked like the basement of a mad scientist, with all kinds of junk everywhere. With wires of all kinds snaking about. It was a wiring nightmare, as most of the electronics were custom made on the spot, apparently in the labs nearby. They were all wire wrapped, instead of soldered, and if one came loose, the training had to halt until we repaired it again.
“Wire-wrapping” is a technique that is used to electrically connect electronic components together. Today, most electronics on a given PCB are placed there by “pick and place” automated machines, they then go through a system that melts the solder in the very tiny joints on the electrical board. But there are other methods. One very famous method is to use “wave solder”. This technique connected “wire leaded” electrical components by washing their lower portion into a small stream of liquid lead solder. The wire wrap technique does not use molten solder, instead it relies on the wrapping of a very small wire over the length of a long pin.
Directly adjacent to the chamber was the control station, and next to that was a large electronics lab where parts would be assembled and manufactured. We usually had the entire facility to ourselves. People would come and go while they worked on various projects. Only once was there a spot check whether I belonged there. And that event passed uneventfully.
The control station consisted of a raised plywood deck approximately one foot high off the floor. Under it snaked all kinds of wires, plugs, and cables that serviced the equipment that was used to run the chamber and operate the horns. On the platform were metal consoles that looked identical to that which were used in the SLICK-6 control booths to launch the space shuttle. These desks had wires, chairs and were often cluttered with dusty papers, tools (typically to include a screwdriver and a flashlight), and unused coffee mugs with the logos of various military programs on them. Next to the stations were electronics racks that held a large number of custom made electronics and other elements of modified electronics as well.
In the adjacent electronics lab were the standard workstations. These included work tables, a rack of spools of multicolored wire, cabinets of electronic components, and cabinets of specialized components. There were the standard array of oscilloscopes, power supplies, tool boxes, lams and a litany of miscellaneous debris. These were objects consisting mostly of papers, pencils, half completed projects, and Bric-à-brac of an indescribable nature.
Wire-wrapping technology. You utilized a small tool that looked a little like a tiny pistol and “shot” the wire around posts.
Of course, we all helped get the equipment to work, and my background and training was put to good use on the equipment.
The ELF chamber was huge and dark. It could have fit a small bus easily inside. There was a single incandescent light high up in the ceiling, and a plywood walkway that stood over the triangular cones that lined the floor. The cones themselves were dark grey and covered with a rough finish to absorb all sounds. It was spooky-quiet in the chamber. The door to the chamber was thick and it was easily ten inches thick and studded with cones on the inside. On the outside of the door was an indicator light. This red light would be lit whenever a test sequence was going on. It was a standard 60 watt incandescent bulb with a red (instead of clear) bulb surface. That would warn people to stay away and not go inside. Going inside the chamber would be hazardous if the wrong horn was powered on.
Inside the chamber was empty, but it had an area that permitted large ordinance (it was often used to test the radar and emissions properties of missiles and rockets) to be wheeled in and tested. In my case, an ejection seat was wheeled in and placed in the center of the chamber. It was mounted on to a welded frame and could be wheeled about as needed. This seat was pulled out of a dark corner, dusted off, set in place and secured to the floor. The idea was for it to be located exactly in the proper place in the chamber. The seat itself, was an ordinary enough object, no doubt scrounged from a previous project or obsolete program.
Waking up
Up until the middle of (that) summer, I still had no recollection of my true and real purpose. I had “forgotten” everything. I had no memories of what transpired while I was in AOCS.
All my memories were lost, occluded and hidden from me. I could not access them at all in any way. As far as I was aware, my time in the United States Navy was a brief experience. It was a mistake. In my mind, according to my memories and feelings, I had experienced a small taste of what it was like to fly and I did not like it. I had absolutely no desire to fly, go into space, be a fighter pilot, or any kind of pilot for that matter.The memories that I had were artificial…
There were real reasons for this. It was important for various reasons that I not have access to these memories. Most of the reasoning behind it was hidden from me. Though, over the years I have speculated on the various reasons, and thus I have come to the obvious conclusion that those whom made the reasons had access to information and knowledge that I was not privy to. I obviously needed to be oblivious to my purpose, and to the reasons why I needed to be trained. I needed to blend in to the world around me, and I needed to be average and typical. I was not to “stand out” in any way. No attention was to be directed towards me.
Memories reside outside the physical reality. Thus, the consciousness can access them when they take on wave properties and migrate outside the physical body.
Experts will tell you that memories reside within certain parts of the brain. They know this, they explain, because they have mapped how the brain reacts when certain memories are triggered. However, they make one critical ASSUMPTION. They assume that ALL of the activity associated with memories occur ONLY within the brain. As such, under this assumption, they can map the way the brain behaves when thoughts are triggered. However, the truth is that this assumption is wrong. Memories do not reside within the brain. They reside elsewhere, and the brain accesses them using certain techniques. It is the access of the non-resident memories that scientists have mapped. Not the repository of the memories themselves.
While I have just (now) stated that I had no recollection of my memories, it was not precisely true. In fact it was not entirely true at all. I did, indeed, remember every single one of my memories. It is just that I never thought about them.
This is very confusing for many people to understand. It has to do with how the mind accesses the memories. It has to do with the process involved in memory recall. It has to do with the way that memories reside in the quantum cloud surrounding the body. In short, I never forgot my memories, but access to them was denied.
So for me, I had no conscious remembrances of anything associated with the program. Conscious states or mental events lack the spatio-temporal properties of material objects. Therefore, it becomes difficult to physically identify what had transpired during key events.Yet I still retained the memories associated with those events.
My Assignment
To be authorized to be on a military base, and especially where I was to be trained, I needed to have a secret clearance. No one ever went to the regions where my training took place without one. Yet, secret clearances are not just given away to anyone who asks for it. It is extremely selective. The system is designed that way.
Specifically, it requires a purpose and functional role that has to be associated with a given activity. Each activity that the worker is assigned had to be placed under a specific project. Each project had a level of secrecy associated with it.
However, to everyone else, I was “just” an engineering contractor. (The reader must realize that there are many kinds of contractors. Some have extremely restrictive security clearances. There is no such thing as a “standard” engineering contractor.) I could not, for instance, say that I was a member of a secret program, and needed a clearance. I could not say that I was required to have a special clearance because I was part of a SAP. These programs are secret. No one knows about them; even the people on the bases that also held similar clearances.
There is no “James Bond style” secretary to the head boss “M” that knows all the agents, and all their assignment (Miss Moneypenny.). That is just Hollywood fiction. Again, to remind the reader, real and actual secret programs are secret.
Therefore, I needed to [1] be assigned a “visible” and tangible project that [2] required that I do work on the base facilities. [3] I had to have access to the inner (more secure) regions of the base. [4] I also had to be given the secret clearance necessary to do the work. Finally, [5] the process of obtaining my secret or confidential clearance must not betray my actual role.
Thus, I could not simply claim that I was a “top secret W(U)-SAP agent” that needed additional training because I had an association with MAJestic. (The reader must recall that I myself had no recollection of the memories of that role. So for me, I was, for the first time, applying for a secret security clearance. Not remembering that I already had the highest levels of military clearance through MAJestic.) I had to apply through local military and civilian government channels to get the basic military clearances.
That is how it is done.
When a person in MAJestic; with the highest clearances available needed to work on a military facility, or government base, they would reapply as a civilian for “lesser” clearances. No one would ever know their true status. So to get a person, who was part of the MAJestic team onto a base you find a reason to hire that civilian. Then apply for the necessary paperwork and clearances. Thus the solution was simple, and quite common, then as it is today.
In practice, you simply hire the individual to work on the base as a “military contractor”. This is also known as a “carve out”. It moves government control away from a government program. (You “carve it out” of the highly scrutinized and politicized, government budget.) That way it cannot be politicalized. It cannot be “used” as a “bargaining chip” to pass one sort of legislation or the other. It cannot be used as some type of “political football” to further the needs for the political elite. It is protected, insulated and isolated from all of that.
Most military contractors had a technical background of some sort. All of the members of MAJestic had a technical engineering background. In fact, this was one of the selection criteria. It is pretty smart when you think about. You cannot join MAJestic unless you possessed a technical background.
There is no way that you can get it without having to PROVE that you have a technical ability. It effectively screens out “community organizers”, “political appointees”, and “liberal activists”.
As, then as now, people who tend to be workers, who tend to apply themselves to a project, often also tend to be traditional or conservative regarding many issues. Then, once hired, the contractor obtained the security clearance specific to the work that needed to be conducted.
My initial work at the facility was as an electrical technician to help support the staff at the facility. This was the lowest level of involvement that I could obtain to access the base.
It had, associated with it, the smallest number of questions regarding what I was to be involved in and what my tasks were to be. Everyone who works on a military facility needed to obtain clearance to do so. The smaller the number of questions asked, the better (for us), as our background was such that no “red flags” would be permitted to be visible. Our training had to be conducted surreptitiously. For other positions, and other clearances, more questions and more detailed examinations would have to be conducted.
This might be confusing to the reader, but it is very simple. As a degreed engineer, I should have been hired at a much higher rate. That would be a GS-9, or even a GS-12 (to start). However, with every increase in pay grade comes an associative list of (more extensive) questions and inquiries. All of which require detailed subsequent background stories (and investigations).
Additionally, it is best that once I obtained my “training” that I remove my history from China Lake as quickly as possible. Over time, it just becomes a simple footnote in a CV. That would not be so easy if I held a more substantive position on a military base.
The reader must remember that this was in the 1980’s under President Ronald Reagan. Security was taken seriously, and only the most worthy obtained clearances. (Ah, and still, mistakes were made.)Fast forward to the President Obama (D) administration fiasco where it seemed like anyone could get a high paying job, and get a security clearance. They were being handed out like candy at a parade. All you need to do is fit the approved criteria.
This criteria was quite simple. It was never written down officially. For if it was, it would constitute treason.
However, in general it seemed like all you needed was to [1] be Muslim, [2] be a member of an approved minority, [3] commit no more than 200 crimes, and [4] show allegiance to a globalist agenda. (Sorry for the vitriol.) Yet, there is truth in these words. The security systems in place at the time of this writing are mere pale shadows of what was in place during the 1980’s. At that time, people had to prove that they deserved to know something. The term “need to know” was taken seriously and implemented seriously.It is almost like “need to know” was replaced with “must be diverse”.
(Ah, what the fuck do I know? He had an agenda and he followed through with it skillfully, and the sheep followed his sanguine song. I just see the mess that he left, and shake my head, because I actually know what it means in the BIG PICTURE. Sigh.) But, you know what? It’s No Longer My Business.
So, I was hired as a GS-5 pay grade military contractor.
To make up the difference in pay level, my company provided me a generous Per Diem allowance that (when) combined provided me with an adequate salary during my training period. So, in truth, I was being paid as the engineer I was, but for my technical clearance and all other issues regarding the government, I was just a lowly tech. I rated somewhere above janitor, but below engineer.
Like all base contractors, I had to perform my stated labors, and I did so without complaint. Thus, I helped [1] debug the equipment, and [2] repair it when necessary. I [3] helped to calibrate the units, and [4] run drills and [5] tests as needed. Indeed, I spent much of my time in the [6] control booth and in the [7] nearby electronics lab. I [8] learned how each and every one of the test units worked, and [9] I was able to debug it electronically.
Most of the controls used wire wrapped components. This was a wiring nightmare. It looked like thin spaghetti in a maze of colors and shapes. Often these wires would come loose, or would be accidently pulled out of place, and we would have to go and repair the damage. Sometimes the parts and components would fail, and we would have to repair and replace them. Sometimes we would have to make our own replacement boards and units. This was typical of the work myself were involved in while awaiting our training sequence.
The work was easy. (We were just way overqualified for the work. It was of a technical nature, and there was no question that we could do it.) It was just tedious.
In addition I helped to [10] test the units, and [11] perform manual labor associated with testing the equipment at the lab. It often involved the moving of equipment, recording the test results and conducting setup and tear-downs of various testing configurations. From time to time, I would also be called upon to do other related engineering tasks; such as [12] drafting checking, [13] basic drafting, and CAD design (on early CAD systems; notably CADKEY).
This is a typical building at the China Lake NWC. Most of the buildings were of pole and metal construction.
Total Memory Recall
Every day was spent helping the staff at the facility test ordinance in the ELF chamber. That continued for months up until one day when I was asked to help install a chair inside the chamber. It was just sitting off to the side behind one of the partitions, and rested on a wheeled plywood platform. It was just a chair or a seat. There was nothing special about it. I suppose a “folding chair” would have the same utility.
After we had installed the seat, I noticed that the rest of the staff at our little island cluster of buildings had left for off-site meetings, thus leaving us three alone. (That, in itself wasn’t really unusual. People came and went. But on that day, and the subsequent days, the local ELF facility parking lot was absolutely empty.) It was just myself, Sebastian and the Engineer who ran the facility remaining. We chatted a while, and after we finished our cokes, I was told to sit there patiently and not to get up for any reason. Sebastian helped close the door and I was left alone in the chamber waiting quietly.
The door to the chamber was then closed and sealed and the indicator light (This was a 40 watt red-colored incandescent light bulb that was in a light fixture outside the chamber, residing above the door to the ELF chamber.) was turned on. The indicator light was always used in the event of a test, but I had never been inside the chamber during a test. It was eerie and quiet. Inside the chamber is enormously quiet. (The interior structure of the ELF chamber was designed to absorb sound, radiation and light. It is the nature and purpose of the chamber.) Anyone who has ever worked with these kinds of chambers will be able to confirm that fact. It was dark with one lone 60 watt incandescent light bulb dangling from high up near the ceiling. It was cool however, the chamber was at the same temperature as the rest of the air-conditioned building. Even though there were no vents inside the chamber, I felt comfortable sitting there. Though, in hindsight, maybe I should have brought a book with me.
It began with silence, and peace. Then I began to feel an irritation. It began to feel like all kinds of little tiny insects were crawling in my body. Of course, it only felt that way. There were no actual tiny insects. It felt like every one of my nerves were alive and vibrating, and that gave me the impression that there were little things crawling inside of me.
And, before I knew what was going on, I heard a strong ringing in my head and there was a sequence of flashes and I lost control of my eyesight. Instead, the long-ago yet familiar pastel map from the NAS NASC Pensacola Florida ELF facility at NAMI flooded my vision. And at that very moment, at that exact instant of time, I had a total and complete resurgence of all my repressed memories associated with the W(U)-SAP (MAJestic) program.
I was lucky enough to locate a photo of the interior of the test chamber where I was trained. The only differences was that instead of a missile and frame, the area was empty, and a chair rested there for me to sit on.
The reader needs to understand that the consciousness is NOT the same thing as the soul. Likewise, memories are not the brain, nor do they reside inside the brain. They are something separate that is accessed by the brain. As such, the brain and the consciousness that controls it, the soul and memories are all separate entities with different purposes and behaviors.
The core kit #1 probes were engaged.
It lasted for one or two minutes and then the field was turned off and my eyesight returned. I sat in the chair and did not move. I now remembered everything. I had a complete and total memory recall of all the events leading up to the meeting with the Commander at the base, and everything subsequent to that. It was stunning. But even more stunning was fitting the fragmented pieces together and merging my “apparent” life that I have been living with the “true and actual” reality that had been hidden from me. To me, it was enormously stunning. I just sat there and did and said nothing. I was overwhelmed.
The reader must recognize just how much a shock this was for me. The reader needs to remember that I had absolutely NO recall of my meeting with the Base Commander, or meeting Sebastian. While I recognized Sebastian when I met him, I did not KNOW him. However, upon the reemergence of my memories, it all came back. I remembered everything. Remember, a number of years had elapsed since when I joined the program and “officially” left the US Navy. During that time, I lived a disillusioned life; a life where I (and my family) believed that I had failed AOCS and that I did not have what it took to be a Naval Aviator. That belief certainly colored and affected my subsequent decisions. The knowledge that I was selected for the MAJestic program out of the Aviation Officer talent pool was hidden from me, and now as the information and memories returned, it was truly an earth-rolling shock to my emotions and mental state.
Eyesight under the field effects
Sitting in the NAS China Lake ELF chamber was unique and different than anything that I had experienced at NAMI in NAS NASC Pensacola, Florida.
For me, under the influence of the field, everything appeared different. While I still retained the ability to see properly, my vision was changed. The most noticeable aspect was that I saw the harmonics and cavitation effects of the ELF waves in my visual cortex. All waves have harmonics and interference patterns. We see that in water when you make waves by splashing. But we, as humans, never see this effect in the air. But, if you have the implants, and are under the effect of the field, you actually do physically see the effects. You can actually see the extremely long waves bounce and hit the physical objects surrounding you. You can see it with your eyes. I do not how this happens, or what the mechanism is, but that is what happens.
Cavitation effects made visible. The horn would produce radiation, and the radiation would bounce about and go through the various walls in a way that was visible to those with the probes installed.
The cavitation effects appear as dark lines or crescent troughs and ridges that overlap in the room where you sit. They are obviously affected by the surrounding physical geometry of the room, as their appearance changes as you walk around the room into another area. Always sharp corners, right angle protuberances, and flat surfaces make the wave shape most distinct. Soft and rounded surfaces dilute the cavitation effects. It also is apparently affected by the mass of the physical objects. For instance a cement wall will have a greater influence than would a small wooden chair.
In the darkened anechoic chamber, it was still difficult to see. As there was only one light bulb in the entire chamber. But, I could see the interference patterns reflected in the chamber and affected by the thousands of triangular cones that dotted the walls and ceiling. The most pronounced and obvious patterns were associated with the corners in the room. If I failed to look at the corners, I would have failed to see the cavitation effects in the chamber. (Thirty years later, while I was in my cell, I could easily see the grey cavitation effects. The walls were all white, and it was very easy to see the effects.)
I could see the effects because I was implanted. No one else could see the effects.
Turning ON
It took me a few minutes to compose myself. After all, no matter how one looks at it, it is a shock to your system to know that you haven’t had the ability to access you memories. It most certainly shocked me, and caused me to sit upright in my chair and vocalize “What The Fuck?”. (Yeah, it was just like that.) The team in the control booth (might have) realized this and asked me if I needed a minute to compose myself. They even handed me a can of coke from the window next to the horn mounting clamps. I said thanks and went and got it. They let me drink it in quiet contemplation.
The team at that time (aside from me) consisted of [1] Sebastian, [2] the manager of the ELF “training” program at the facility, and [3] a military contractor who assisted in the setup and break down of the test equipment. This person was quite old (from my perspective at the time) being a retired military and who was working there part time. His experience and knowledge in the field was, to put it simply, vast.
I sat thinking about my life, and resolving the conflicting emotions I had. I was actually a bit miffed that I had to believe that I failed at being a naval aviator, when the truth was that I was asked to do something much more significant. Well, the Commander said that it would be much more significant. But, really, was it? I was an unemployed engineer working as a low grade technician in an isolated research facility in the middle of nowhere. That was, I must tell you, hardly significant in the least.I had endured self-doubt, and discouragement partly because everyone (and I do mean everyone) told me that I had failed, and partly because I too believed that I had indeed failed. We are always influenced by those around us, even when we refuse to acknowledge it. I believed what everyone else said to me. I believed their lies, and adjusted my life accordingly. I endured the criticism of my parents and siblings who reinforced to me the notion that I could not fly or to ever amount to anything significant. I began to believe that all I could be was “just” an engineer. I began to believe that the most I could ever accomplish would be to buy a house and a second hand car. I began to believe that I was a low-achiever. I began to live a life where I accepted the mediocre as the normal, when the true reality was far more important. I was, to put it mildly, quite miffed.
I sat and thought about this for perhaps as long as 40 minutes (Yes; it sucked. But, pragmatically, what are you able to do about it?) and then knocked on the control room window and told them that I was ready to proceed. I think I said something like, “OK, let’s get going.” Or something similar, and took two fingers pointed in the air making a circular movement.
Actually, the basic calibration of the core kit of probes was rather quick and straight forward. It only involved two different sized horns (Perhaps to test and calibrate for each kit of probes installed. I really do not specifically know why two horns were used for two kits of implanted probes. I surmise it is one for each kit, but it is possible that each kit communicated using signals on different frequencies.), and a recording of the readings from the instruments. I sat in the chair rather passively and let them run the calibration tests. I felt nothing at all. I had full access of both my eyes and my memories. Why this testing and calibration was needed, I do not know. The core basic kit of probes was a topic that I never got to explore or investigate.
After a while the ELF field was turned off, and the door was opened and I left the chamber. What is curious is that at the conclusion of the test, my memories were yet again compartmentalized. I left the facility at quitting time with the belief that I conducted just another everyday series of tests. From my point of view, I just sat in the chair and waited a few minutes and then left. I failed to notice that three hours had passed, not only three minutes. I had no memory of anything else. I then drove home and stopped for some KFC take out to bring home. There was nothing spectacular in any way about the day that I could recall.
Anyone who does not know what KFC is leads a sheltered life. At that time, I would go home and pass the KFC on the way to my house. Typically, I would get a bucket of chicken with mashed potatoes (and gravy), biscuits, and coleslaw. It was always a great bucket meal. Then, at home, we would rent a video (we watched videos on Betamax at that time.)On that day, for your curiosity, I bought a bucket of chicken with sides of mashed potatoes, coleslaw, gravy, and biscuits. We had beer in the refrigerator at the apartment. At that time a case of Budweiser had 30 cans, not the 24 cans that a regular case of beer would contain. (It was a promotional item at the time.) So we tended to drink Bud instead.KFC is popular in the USA, but it is super-popular in China. However, the menu is quite different. For one thing, chicken breast is considered “too fatty”, and thus is undesirable. So it is pretty cheap. They also serve other parts of the chicken not normally found in the states, like chicken feet. But, thank God, they still serve mashed potatoes. Yum!
Calibration
The next day began like any other day. I went to work by driving through the three gates of the base on my motorcycle. I parked my motorcyle in the corner of the parking lot and placed one of the steel metal squares under the kick stand and went inside.
The parking lot was paved with black asphalt. In the hot sun the asphalt would get hot and take on a semi-liquid state, after all this was the desert. If you failed to put a metal plate under the kickstand, the bike would fall on its side, and the localized pressure of the weight of the bike on to the hot asphalt would cause the kickstand to sink into the pavement. The solution was to evenly distribute the load of force, and to do this often time a flat steel plate was used. They were always around the base. And, I never had any trouble finding any to use when I parked my motorcycle.
I was the first to arrive, like always. It was just like any other day at work, except that now we were putting a new horn in place. This horn was different from the other two horns that we had used earlier. Since it was relatively new, we had to unpack it out of storage. It was stored differently than most horns, which were mounted on coasters and moved about when not used. This horn had some additional devices hooked up to it, and it required the addition of a new module that plugged into the equipment rack to the right of the control booth.
Here is a technical note.The horn used to wake me up was not the same horn that was used to calibrate and train me. These were two different horns. This implies that they produced two different signals. Two different signals suggests two different frequencies and / or wave patterns.
Again, I went inside the chamber, and the door was closed like before. Also like before, there was a brief period of discomfort as the field was turned on, but that quickly went away. When the field was turned on, I also regained my memories. But this time, the pastel map appeared (discussed elsewhere) and so did the reticle cursor (also discussed elsewhere). Since this projection flooded my visual cortex, I knew what to do. In which I automatically moved it to the appropriate spot on the map. When I did so, there was a moment where it got “locked in place”, and then the map disappeared.
Again, with a full set of memories, I sat in the chair for about five hours as the calibration process was conducted. I noticed that the calibration process for the specialized implanted probes was substantially different than for the core kit. Apparently, the probes worked differently from each other and thus had different calibration procedures.
At the conclusion of the calibration procedure, the field was turned off, and shortly after that I again lost all my memories of my ELF related past. This included the calibration test that I was just involved in. Instead, just like the day previous to this, I remembered it as just another typical day at work. We all said good bye to each other, and went home at the end of the day as if nothing strange was going on.
I don’t know if the manager, who operated the machinery realized what it must be like for me not to remember anything. Or if he understood the issues with the compartmentalization of the memory. He was certainly a talented person. He was a career government employee. The manger was an engineer like myself, with a prior military record. The person helping him; Sebastian, however knew exactly what it was like, as our training was identical. But none of us talked about anything.
This compartmentalization was maddening. As all of us were highly skilled and had the necessary secret clearances to conduct our tasks, but I wonder if we really needed to have our memories compartmentalized so drastically. It wasn’t my call, as I was not in the decision process. But, my guess is that those who sponsored the program did not.
We conducted two separate bouts of training. One for myself, and another one for my colleague Sebastian. Neither of us talked about our experiences afterwards. We simply pretended that none of it ever happened.
Configuring the interface
The next work day was different. This was now day three of my training. But, this time when the field was turned on, and I had a full recall of my memories, something different happened. Instead of the pastel calibration map appearing, an overlay appeared over my field of sight. This overlay was transparent. I could see the chamber that I was in and look at my hands, but overlaid over my sight was an image. That image was fixed and did not change at all, no matter where I turned my head or moved my eyes.
To my great surprise, the image that was overlaid on my field of vision was the album art of the album that I selected as my favorite album back at the ELF facility in NAS NASC Pensacola, Florida a few years ago. (In NAS, NASC Pensacola, Florida at NAMI, we were given a questionnaire to fill out. On it were many questions. One of the questions was what was my favorite song. The song that I selected came from a specific music album (as did all songs of that time). Unlike today were the reader would immediate know the MTV music video associated with a song, in those days we all knew the album art, and interior sleeve details of a given song instead.)
This album art was for Al Stewart’s “The Year of the Cat”. It was not the external outside album art, but the more detailed inside sleeve art (Inside vinyl record packaging was a thin paper envelope that held the vinyl record. Often times this paper envelope was decorated with designs and symbols reflective of the outside cover art work. In the case for the album, “The Year of the Cat”, the inside sleeve artwork consisted of a wallpaper like design motif that had rows upon rows of the items illustrated on the outside of the album. This was a two color design; Black line art on a light blue paper background.) that was portrayed inside my visual cortex. I must completely tell the reader that seeing it was pretty surprising to me. (I wonder if this was [1] a construction of my mind, or [2] if some engineer had to physically program that control dialog JUST FOR ME to experience. It’s an interesting thought.)
This is the album art (front cover) for the album “Year of the Cat”. I discussed (covered elsewhere) how I had established a list of my interests, likes and dislikes, when I had first entered MAJestic and after my core kit #2 probes were installed. This was the album art for the album that I specified on the handout.
This was years before Microsoft introduced the Windows operating system. Everyone was still using MS DOS. But, the characteristics of this HUD (Heads Up Display)[i] was nearly identical to that of the later day Windows OS interface.
The projected image was collimated which made it appear to be overlaid in front of me.
Collimation – The projected image is collimated which makes the light rays parallel. Because the light rays are parallel the lens of the human eye focusses on infinity to get a clear image. Collimated images on the HUD combiner are perceived as existing at or near optical infinity. This means that the person’s eyes do not need to refocus to view the outside world and the display...the image appears to be "out there", overlaying the outside world.
I found that, like the pastel map earlier, a reticle (of a different type and appearance) appeared and I could move it about with my mind. By thinking certain thoughts, spoken by coached direction from the booth, I was able to pull up various icons and figures that I had the ability to manipulate.
The Menu
The process and training was simple. Once the overlay entered my visual cortex, I could move a (semi-transparent) reticle over an icon that would reside on the display in front of me. I could then activate or “click” on it by will power. This would cause a kind of menu to appear. The menu was not in English, but was rather in additional symbols of basic shapes and forms. I was taught how to control various elements of the icons through a pre-graphic interface by thought alone. Then “set” them in place and move forward to the next icon. I believe that what I was doing was nothing sort of configuring my second kit of probe implants. Because, once I configured them, and then locked them in place, I never returned to that portion of the screen again.
To better explain how this worked, the reader must recognize that it was different from the GUI that we currently use on Windows software. Here, the reticle “floated” over and above the background menu. The menu, of course, was the shapes and forms superimposed over the album artwork. I could move the reticle over the shapes (by my thoughts) and when I selected one (also by my thoughts), the reticle would “land” and “harden”. It looked like it was making an impression in soft clay.
Once that was completed, I was taught how to perform some higher level “tweaks” and manipulations to the system. This was, I suppose, the operating system for the second core kit inside my brain. And, that was the core extent of my training during this period. By listening to their coached directions (That they (no doubt) were reading from a manual or handout.), I was able to learn how to use and configure the basic operating system. This was the source code germane to the Core kit #2 implants. This was a very powerful skill set and certainly very important.
Quantum processes attributed to the human soul work in partnership with the brain.
This is the observable neurological processes that seem to work to “produce the experience” of human consciousness. However, one is not completely dependent on the other to function. Essentially, the human brain is a quantum computer, and the informational state of qubits are influenced by the human soul.
Stuart Hameroff (Professor Emeritus at the Department of Anesthesiology and Psychology and the Director of the Center for Consciousness Studies at the University of Arizona) and Sir Roger Penrose (mathematical physicist at the Mathematical Institute and Wadham College and University of Oxford) believe overall brain function derives from quantum level microtubule vibrations.Consciousness does not originate from within the brain. It originates outside of it, and occupies the physical brain through particle alignment. This opens a potential Pandora’s Box, but our theory accommodates both these views, suggesting consciousness derives from (link to the body through) quantum vibrations in microtubules, protein polymers inside brain neurons, which both govern neuronal and synaptic function, and connect brain processes to self-organizing processes in the fine scale, ‘proto-conscious’ quantum structure of reality.”In other words, they believe they’ve found scientific evidence for the human soul. They believe that it is something that is formed and originates from the brain. However, they are quite wrong. Point #1; the soul is not the same thing as consciousness. Point #2, consciousness is birthed outside of the physical and enters the brain to actuate thought generation within an empty “reality”.
This is the second half of the outside album art for Al Stewart’s “Year of the Cat” album. The interior sleeve art is similar in style, but different in appearance.
The first objective of the training program was to be able to access my source code and manipulate it, to a limited extent. To this end, I spent a period of time, approximately three weeks, learning how to use this software. I did not learn every code, sequence or every function possible. I only learned the most basic commands and their purposes. During this time, I also learned how the unique kit that is implanted in myself interfaces with the Core kit (Kit #1).
Unlike conventional software, such as used today, the software routines that I used to debug and modify the probes were all graphic in nature. They consisted of little pictures. Similar to Chinese symbols, but quite different. It was truly a graphic interface.
Keep in mind that this was in the 1980’s at a time when the concept of a graphic interface and the use of a mouse was just entering mainstream use.
Information was stored on paper-thin “disks” that were known as floppy discs and only held one MB of information or so. The “mouse” was a “new” technical innovation, and most computers did NOT have one. You needed to navigate using the arrow keys on the keyboard. In a way, the graphical interface seemed to represent a collection of PLC sequences and ladder diagrams. The interface and commands were simple, but maybe it only appeared that way to me because I was somehow programmed to think that.
Symbols and their use
There were perhaps 150 or so basic symbols that I needed to memorize (Out of maybe thousands.). The impression that I have is that they are but just a small part of an overall “library” of symbols. Additionally, the orientation of each symbol had a particular meaning and role. This included [1] rotation of the symbols, [2] mirror images of the icons, and [3] a combination of both. This is unlike what we do in our romance languages today. We have fixed fonts. (That is the same in China, the shapes of the icons were fixed, but if you reverse them, they would hold a different meaning. Like the character “fu” which means “fortune”. People put it upside down on their doors during Chinese New Year to signify holding the fortune inside.)
One of the most widely seen Chinese characters in China is 褔 fú the character for good fortune or luck. You see it painted everywhere: on wind chimes, pots, posters as a decoration. A look at its origin gives a feel of the complexity and longevity of symbols in Chinese culture. It also represents the God of Fortune (Fu) who is part of the good luck trinity of Fu, Lu and Shou.Chinese CharacterThe character for good fortune consists of the radical for auspicious or heaven sent to the left. The separate right-hand symbol for wealth or abundance also pronounced fù 富 but with a falling fourth tone itself comprises of three elements. At the top is a roof, underneath is the abbreviated form of the character for high and at the bottom is the symbol for field 田 tián. Taken together the three elements have the meaning of storing produce piled high from a good harvest; the most ancient and potent indicator of wealth and good luck. It is usually written in black ink on lucky red paper.Upside-downFu is widely seen on Chinese New Year posters. In many cases the poster is deliberately hung upside down. This needs a bit of explanation as there are several stories explaining how this came about. Firstly if you look at the character fu there is a certain vague resemblance to the character for upside down dao. The character dao can mean both 倒 dǎo upside down or fall and 到 dào arrive only differing in tone. Combining the meaning of dao and fu gives the idea of good fortune raining down from the heavens. So placing fu upside down is increasing the possibility of good fortune. It may also have something to do with bats that hang upside down. This is somewhat similar to the European custom of lucky horseshoes ; it is a symbol for good luck one way up but if placed upside down is an ill omen as the luck falls out of the horseshoe.
Once I memorized the symbols and the orientation rules, everything became very simple. Indeed, the symbology was very simple and I could “read” the symbols that I would “see” before my virtual eyes.
Take Aways
The terrestrial probes for my role in MAJestic needed to be calibrated.
Calibration was at China Lake NWC.
Calibration required an ELF facility.
Memory access can be controlled by the probes.
Only people with a technical background could enter the test and calibration facility.
Only people with a military background could enter the base.
When the core kit #2 probes are activated, the harmonics and cavitation shadows of the ELF environment are made visible.
The extraterrestrial probes did not require calibration.
The interface between the extraterrestrial probes and the terrestrial MAJestic probes required calibration and a certain degree of programming.
FAQ
Q: What is the “pastel map” that you refer to?
A: It is a visual depiction of “terrain” that represents the interior of my brain when it was initially mapped at NAMI. I use it to help locate certain parts of my brain in order to conduct certain specific exercises.
Q: Why did you need to be trained at China Lake NWC?
A: I do not know. Maybe it is because I required the use of a specialized ELF horn, test chamber, and trained staff to assist in my calibration and programming. Maybe they felt that it would not be secure if I went to a college or university campus. (Provided they had these resources, of course.)
Q: Why was the calibration important?
A: Why is a car tune up important? If it isn’t tuned up properly, the car won’t run very well. The same is true with the ELF probes.
Q: Do you miss the desert?
A: No, not really. However, I would really like to take a trip out there for old-time’s sake and hike around the hills and those huge piles of boulders that seem to be scattered about on the desert floor.
Q: Why are you able to talk about this this?
A: I was retired and put in a monitoring program in 2011. My MAJestic ties have been severed, and memory lockouts have been put in place. I now only have an active link with the extraterrestrial probe(s). They have given me approval to release this. Actually, it is more like PESTERING ME to do so.
Frankly, it is a royal pain in the neck, and I welcome approval to shut the fuck up about it.
I have resolved my past and all the missions and efforts that I have been part of. There is no need to transcribe anything to anyone. However, I think (personally believe) that THEY believe that SOMETHING needs to be released. And, thus my role herein.
From what I gather, all programs that I have been part of are now over. MAJestic has been transformed into something else all together. The remaining active programs are now just isolated “mission specific” carve outs. I am a walking fossil, and thus I am free to talk about obsolete technology and histories of another time and place.
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.
Consciousness can migrate about in and out of the physical world. A truly advanced civilization and culture recognizes this fact. For us to grow as humans we must also recognize this fact.
For me to perform my operations relative to MAJestic, I needed to migrate my consciousness. As such, I was exposed to numerous technologies involved in this action. Fundamental to that is an understanding of what soul is. Here, I would like to introduce the reader to the reality of soul. Yes, boys and girls, souls do exist. There is a reason to life.
Of course, this post, like all my other posts, is going to ruffle some tail feathers. Hey, no problem. You can leave if you don’t like what I have to say.
Contrary what you (the reader) might be expecting, I am not going to repackage any of the teachings of the major religions. Nor am I going to point out an approved “scientific” narrative, either. What I am presenting here is what I have learned through entanglement experiences. As such, it can be wrong, because what was taught to me was in error, or it could be wrong because my understanding is faulted. It can also just be a bunch of nonsense. You the reader can decide.
You can read it or not…
Elementary Summary of History
Here is my very simplified explanation as to how Heaven came about. It was pretty simple.
There was a point of beginning. The reader can think of it as “The Big Bang”, but for reasons that I cannot get into at this moment, I think it was something else. Let’s, for now, just consider it “The Start”. It was very similar to the “Big bang” in that there was nothing, and then there was something.
Heaven was created after the start of all there is. It did not come before.
When the “The Start” erupted, the universe was flooded with quantum strings. Over time, the quantum strings began to interact with each other. They developed into different forms and shapes. They also developed into different energy states. Within this place were all sorts of these weird quantum strings. Over time, as they interacted with each other, they created a stratified place. (In the picture above, this stratified place is shown as a color gradient.) The different energy states and different behaviors of the quantum strings occurred within a strange reality. It is one that our minds cannot grasp. It is a reality where there just isn’t anything known as time, and anything known as space. It was, for lack of a better word, a “place”. It is NOT the universe.
That place can be considered to be “Heaven”.
At this time, nothing existed except the presence of the quantum strings.
Since it was stratified by energy potential, certain combinations or configurations of strings started to “drop out” or “fall into” a state of comfort or stability. They did so suddenly, as if on cue. The lowest or less energetic of the quantum strings found a point of stability and created a “bubble”. All of the lower order strings migrated towards that “bubble”. We call this event ‘The Big Bang”.
Now, many scientists wrap the “Big Bang” together with “The Start”. It is as if, they were one and the same. Maybe they were. I don’t know. What I do know is that the “Big Bang” came after the formation of “Heaven”.
The “Big Bang” occurred after Heaven was created. We do not know the amount of “time” that passed. All that we know is that the universe that we recognize occurred after the creation of Heaven.
We exist within this “bubble”. To us, it is all that there is. It is the universe as we observe it. The highest energy potentials are beyond range of our human ability to perceive.
What is not clear to us, but should be obvious, is that other collections of quantum strings formed other bubbles. In many ways, these bubbles were similar to the one that we now consider to be our universe. However, that is where the similarity ends. These other bubbles or “other universes” are all different from ours in strange and unusual ways.
More than one “universe” was spawned from our “Heaven”. There were many other universes. Each one was different, with different attributes, and rules.
Just as the slower and denser arrangements of quantum, strings precipitated out and became our universe. Other collections of quantum strings arranged themselves into new orders and migrated into other “bubbles”.
Many collections of quantum strings formed “arrangements”. They fell into ordered shapes. They became ordered quanta. As such, over time they began to develop sentience. As such, they migrated into bubble “universes” that was attractive to them. For humans, when the quantum strings began to form a human-like sentience, they all migrated to a new “bubble universe”. For lack of a better term, I call this universe the “Human Universe”. And, for lack of a better term, I call the parent Heaven as the “Zone of Unordered Quanta”.
To prevent confusion, it is important to distingush between primordial Heaven, and contemporaneous Heaven(s). Primordial Heaven is a realm of unordered quanta.
This is the way the universe works. Our physical bodies reside within a physical universe. Our souls reside within a “Human Heaven”. We know that there are other “Heavens” for different types of sentience. There is a “Dog Heaven”. There is a “Cat Heaven”. There is even a “Turtle Heaven”.
The Human Soul
Most Americans know what a “soul” is, though they would be hard pressed to explain it. The problem with this is that it is difficult to describe and measure in three-dimensional Newtonian terms. That is because the mathematics of how the brain functions describe a multi-dimensional existence (more about this later.).
I think that everyone, including the reader, must understand the reality of soul. They must understand that it has form. That it also has a function and features that can be defined and measured if one has the proper tools and equipment. It’s not some kind of imaginary spiritual feel-nice flowery “stuff”. It is a major component of who and what we are. Just because we, today, are having trouble pinning it down today does not mean that it will always be impossible to do so. We, as humans, just simply don’t have the proper equipment yet to do so.
The soul is quite real.
We are having trouble trying to detect it because it does not reside within our physical reality. It exists outside of our reality. The only thing that we can detect is our consciousness. Luckily, for us, our consciousness is a part of our soul. They are intimately connected.
The Soul Resides within Heaven
The (human) soul exists in a higher dimensional state, which we commonly refer to as “Heaven”. (From now on, I will use shorthand notation. “Heaven” will always refer to “Human Heaven” unless specified otherwise.) It does not exist in the physical world. Instead, it creates a “connection” or “link” to the physical world. The link or connection is our consciousness.
Souls exist within a Heaven. Human souls exist within a Human Heaven. Cat souls exist within a Cat Heaven.
Souls exist in “Heaven”. In the illustration above, it is clear that while all souls exist within a “Heaven”, they are NOT equal. They occupy different energy states or states of being (ability). In the picture above, soul B has a coarser or denser energy level compared to that of soul A. That does not mean that soul A is “better” or “more spiritual” than soul B. It simply means that they are different.
Those differences between the two souls are meaningless. It holds no understanding for us as physical beings existing as we do, within our physical reality.
In truth, there are numerous characteristics of a given soul. These characteristics are defined how the “stuff” that souls are made out of (ordered quantum strings), interact with the “stuff” that Heaven is made out of (unordered quantum strings). Thus, we have different energy potentials, different entropic states, different sizes, different arrangements of quanta, and different resultant post-formulation self-constructions.
Heaven
No one (human) really knows exactly what “Heaven” is. For our purposes, we shall keep it simple. “Heaven” is state of existence that lies outside of our physical reality. Its dimensions, shape, composition, and limitations are unknown to us.
Thus we know of two states of existence. There is the one state that we reside in. It is our reality. It is all that we know. Then, there is a second state of existence. It lies outside of our reality. We know nothing of this state, except that it exists.
How do we know that it exists? Because we, as consciousness, know and understand that there is something “out there”; something bigger and grander than the reality that we exist within. We don’t know anything more than that. We just know that there is something “else” once our physical body dies within this reality.
While we do know that Heaven is composed of unordered quanta, we do know that it is self- segregated. We do know that within “Heaven” are states, or “levels” of existence. Some might refer to this as “energy levels”, “power”, “entropy”, “purity”, or some other means that would help express the concept of Heaven to us humans. Some religions break these regions into “planes”, or “levels” of Heaven. We, as physical mortals do not know what they are. We only know that they exist.
Our minds put these various regions in a two dimensional existence. When in reality, instead of a two dimensional (up and down, with better or “more” spiritual states up top, and lesser states below) there are multiple components regarding this state situation. (The picture above shows the two dimensional concept.) When in reality it might look like something much more complex. (Please see the picture below.)
Heaven is a very detailed and complex place. It is a realm where quanta takes on forms that are beyond our understandings at this time.
Souls exist in a “Heaven” of unique complexity.
Composition of Souls
Within Heaven are Souls.
Souls are also not well understood. In fact, it is still under debate by many well-learned scientists. For our purposes, we will define both Heaven and Souls to be made up of the same “stuff”. We will define the “stuff”, makeup or composition of both Souls and Heaven to be the smallest and basic elements of the known universe. That is “strings”. Both Heaven and Souls are composed of quantum strings.
To continue, and to greatly simplify, the “stuff” of Heaven can be considered to be “unorganized” quantum strings. While Souls can be considered to be “ordered” or “organized” quantum strings that have obtained sentience. Within this environment, souls with the proper experience and training, can take unordered quantum strings and create order.
Thus, in this most simple explanation of our universe, we have a universe that is composed of ordered and unordered quantum strings, and within this are souls. With Souls consisting of ordered quantum strings that have obtained sentience.
A soul is a collection of quantum strings that have obtained sentience.
Sentience is the first step in growth of a soul. There are many other steps. In order to grow and achieve these other steps or levels, we need to expand soul. This is accomplished by adding and arranging ordered quantum strings.
As stated previously, ordered quantum strings are a consequence of experience.
Realities are Constructs to obtain Experiences
Within the world of Heaven, it is very difficult to configure, compile and grow Souls. Souls grow by attachments and relationships between quantum strings.
In short, it is rather very simple to explain. Souls grow by the attainment of experiences. With each experience, the soul can configure, grow, adapt, and learn.
Souls create realities so that they have a “place” where they can acquire experiences.
Soul A creates a “Reality” so that it can obtain experiences in.
Experiences, and most especially how we handle them, determine the quantum attachments we make. Therefore, it is very important to watch our behaviors and control our actions. This not only concerns actions, but our thoughts as well. I will cover this in more detail later. For now, the reader just needs to note that thoughts and actions together define the shape our reality takes on. That reality, in turn, translates into the type of quantum entanglements that our consciousness collects.
When our soul collects entanglements via the consciousness, it can use them build upon, create and expand with. In general, the soul wants the best “quality” entanglements. Poor quality entanglements retards growth.
The best way to obtain high quality entanglements is to [1] be active and be outgoing, [2] think good thoughts, [3] be a moral person, and [4] be kind to others (including animals). Intention is everything.
To obtain the largest amount of entanglements, you need to out and be around a lot of people. We, as humans in the physical world, are like huge vacuum cleaners, entangling with everyone and everything we meet. To obtain the highest quality of entanglements, we need to be around good people, in a good environment. Now, we can be around bad people, but we must be good and positive around them. We must not let them affect us in a negative way.
The reader can think of it this way;
You walk down a road at night. A robber mugs you and you hand over your wallet. He leaves. You are one wallet poorer. That entire event was an experience. Like it or not, that experience is now part of who you are.
However, how you react to that experience will determine the shape of the quantum attachments that you collect. If you are angry and hold on to it, the attachment gets courser, and more primitive. You attract other events and people of a similar nature. The longer you hold on to it, the worse it gets. If, however, you let it go. You forget about that event and move on with your life, you will chalk up that experience and benefit from it. It didn’t change who you are, and you have learned from it. It became a positive growth experience and you have benefited from it.
Control of thoughts and actions is there most important thing that we can do on this planet within our reality.
One Reality per Person
There is only one reality per person. It is set up by the soul specifically to obtain experiences from. We do not share our reality with anyone. It only looks that way. We might think that we are sharing it with our loved one. We are not. It is an illusion. We are sharing it with the version of them within our reality.
To facilitate educational growth, Souls create “Realities”. Realities are a classroom that Souls can grow through a surrogate “human” (If you are a human. Different realities exist for different animals.). In each reality (or world-line), there is but one physical reality with but one person existing within it. (This is not what everyone thinks. We all believe that we share our realities. We do not. We share the universal “template”.) The Soul connects to this reality through a mechanism known as “Consciousness”.
This “connection” or “link” is known as consciousness.
Consciousness
Sentience is meaningless in of itself.
Souls can partition their sentience into small groups known as “consciousness”. These smaller elements are set forth to inhabit a physical reality. This is done in order to acquire experiences. Each body that the consciousness acquires needs to have a physical component of sentience. There is no word for this in the English language. Therefore, we are stuck with the confusion resulting from two types of sentience. One is a GOD-level sentience, and one is a physical-level-sentience.
Soul places an “interface” within the constructed reality. This interface is known as “consciousness”.
Soul places an “interface” within the constructed “reality”. This is known as “consciousness”.
The consciousness, when it resides within the physical reality can move about freely. It takes on wave behavior. As such, it can move in and out the constructed reality. The reality (of course) has both a physical and non-physical components. The consciousness can move about both quite adeptly.
However, that really isn’t very useful. The consciousness is not able to interact with anything. In order to gain experiences, and attract quanta (it’s like a big vacuum cleaner, don’t you know…) the consciousness must interact with other physical things within the reality construct. The best way to do this is for the consciousness to occupy a physical body.
To occupy the physical body, the consciousness needs to leave the wave state and enter a particle state. Once in the particle state, it can interact with the physical body. It can move the physical body, learn and grow.
Souls create realities from which to create events by which experiences can be obtained. To acquire those experiences and learn from them, the soul creates a consciousness within that reality.
Souls create “Realities” to obtain experiences.
Thus the soul, in this “Heavenly” environment, it creates various “realities” or “bubbles” of realities from which to learn and obtain experiences. Experiences are how souls grow. They collect quantum particles and form them into shapes that create advancement of soul states. When the soul wishes to obtain an experience, it creates a consciousness that it assigns to a physical body within one of the realities.
A soul is NOT a consciousness. A given consciousness is but a small part of a soul that is dispatched into a “reality” to learn and acquire experiences. Consciousness is a part of a soul that is allocated for physical education.
Each reality can be segregated into the physical and the non-physical reality. The physical reality is well known and understood. It is the Newtonian reality that we have all been taught in school. The non-physical reality is (currently) the realm of the “spiritual”. It is the world of the unseen. It is also the home of the spiritual worlds such as evidenced by “astral projection” and the various other planes of existence.
The consciousness is not imprisoned within a body. The consciousness can move within the physical reality so created, or with proper training, enter into the non-physical realities surrounding the reality bubble. It is a matter of changing the quantum state of the quantum particles that form the consciousness component of the soul. (Particle dynamics change to wave dynamics; more about that later.)
However, it is always limited to one specific reality at a time.
The soul creates an environment to learn from.
Consciousness is a “Passageway”
Consciousness can be thought of as a “passageway”.
We like to think of it as “who we are”. However, that is not what it is. It is something else entirely. So instead of thinking of it as a set being or entity, consider it as a long road. Think of it as a window or path that connects your physical brain to your non-physical soul. As such, your consciousness connects your physical reality to heaven.
It is a passageway.
It is a passageway from your soul to your present reality. This reality is NOT a shared reality that you share with others. No. It is to a specific “reality” that resides within the universe. This reality is but one of the many, many possible combinations of what can, did and will happen in our universe.
Consciousness is the passageway or “tunnel” that connects the physical reality to the soul.
Consciousness should be considered a “Passageway” or “Tunnel” to our soul.
The Universal Template
The universe is, fundamentally, a template from which a reality can be constructed from.
This is NOT what we think it is. We consider the universe to be fixed, and never changing. We all think that we all share the same universe at the same time. We do not. That is just what it appears to be while we exist within it. We share the same universal template. From that are spawned various realities as needed.
Individual realities tend to cluster. They are not that dissimilar.
This is both for different souls, and for given particular lessons. For must humans, the realities are constructed from a universal template that centers around the earth. Experiences are drawn from different variations of experiences in different time periods. Yes, so the idea that we all share the same experience in the same place at the same time is wrong. It only appears that way.
The universal template consists of every single human, and every possible action that they were involved in, from the earliest dates to the end of humanity. The soul selects individual realities out of this universal template. It then positioned a consciousness within a physical body, which lies within a reality drawn from this physical template.
Reality is spawned from the universal template.
Your reality is spawned from the Universal Template.
As such, a reality can be mixed up and taken at random as needed. It does not need to follow a sequential “arrow” of time. If a given soul needs the experiences of a baker working in Paris in the year 1850, it will construct that reality from the template. Then it will send a consciousness into that reality so to obtain experiences.
Once the experiences, and the lessons, are finished the consciousness leaves the physical reality. It returns home to soul.
If the soul then wants to have other additional experiences (as is often the case), it reinserts the consciousness in another reality that it constructs. Perhaps, it might want to have the experiences of an American aviator fighting in the South Pacific ocean during World War II. It then would spawn a new reality from the universal template. It would then insert the consciousness into that reality. As such, it would then obtain those experiences.
Once the experiences (and the lessons) were finished, the consciousness would leave the body. It returns home to soul yet again.
Now, let’s suppose that the soul wants to have the experiences as a slave involved in the building of one of the pyramids in ancient Egypt. It can most certainly do so. As such, it would pull a reality from the universal template and reinsert the consciousness into that reality. It can do this because “time” doesn’t really exist. It only appears that way to us who are within an extracted reality.
Thus, through continuous manipulation of realities, and the movement of consciousness, the soul grows and rearranges quanta. Each time it improves itself. It keeps progressing and doing so until it can reach the next stage of existence for the soul. (Whatever that might be.)
Putting it all Together
So far, I have introduced the reader to the reality of all there is. The reader should now know what a “Human Heaven” is like, and how it came about. The reader should now also know what the universe is, and how it came about as well. The reader should also understand how souls use the Physical Universe” to select “Realities” from which the soul can obtain experiences.
So, putting everything together, it looks something like this…
The timeless universe is the universal template. The soul uses this template from which to create realities from.
And, ladies and gentleman, that is exactly how the universe works. As you can see it is quite different from what is taught in churches, and in schools. Never the less that is the way it is.
A brief set of summaries are in order;
Heaven is a place that best suits a set of organized quanta that has obtained sentience.
As such, there is a Heaven for each creature that has obtained sentience.
Heaven was created by the “Big Bang” after an event which I refer to as “The Start”.
Our souls exist in Heaven.
They create “realities” so they can obtain experiences.
Experiences allow souls to organize unorganized quanta and thus grow and advance.
We do not share realities.
Each reality is unique to the consciousness that inhabits it.
Because each reality is unique, we as consciousness can change it…
From which I would like to segway to some aspects of my role within MAJestic; World-Line travel.
World-Lines
The idea of world-lines is a very simple concept in regards to this.
There are a (near) infinite number of world-lines that a consciousness (person) can experience. However, it is only beneficial for the person to experience a different world-line as long as it guarantees the same level of learning (of the Soul) will be obtained.
A “world-line” is a variation of a reality that a consciousness inhabits.
There is NO physical movement from one world-line to another. It is after all, the same reality bubble. (The reader is advised NOT to get confused in this regard. Some of the illustrations might give that impression. It is not the case. In the absolute reality of the soul, world-line travel is not really travel at all. Instead, it is a change in the composition of reality.) What changes are the entropy presets that are associated with the reality bubble. More about this later on.
Consciousness can migrate from one reality to another reality. This is often referred to as world-line travel.
Consciousness can migrate from one reality to another reality. This is commonly known as world-line travel. The consciousness would migrate from one world-line reality to another world-line reality.
The only benefit in the migration is relative to the experiences that soul can obtain. For now, in this section, let’s keep our focus on the human soul as viewed by a human within a bubble reality.
In the above picture we can see that a person is living within a reality. The soul then decides to move or migrate the consciousness to another reality. It can happen ONLY as long as the experiences are similar or “better”. So the reader can imagine that he / she is living within a reality where they are a taxicab driver in New York City. If the soul wanted to, or if the conditions and technologies were acceptable, the consciousness of the taxicab driver could migrate to a world-line where he is the CEO of an Ice Cream company in Hartford, CT.
Consciousness migration can change EVERYTHING within that reality.
Typically, in the “real world” (the reality that I happen to inhabit at this point in time), most contemporaneous world-line travel is limited by the technologies utilized. These technologies limit the travellers to world-lines were they share the same (approximate) physical body. If you are a white male named “Fred” in the first reality, you will move to a new reality where you are still a white male named “Fred”.
By changing certain defaults and energy settings an entire world of change can manifest during world-line travel. This is typically known as a “Level Three” migration. It’s not for the faint of heart, however. When the vector coordinates change radically, so can find yourself in a new environment with little in the way of commonality. You might leave the first reality as a “Fred” and enter the new world-line reality as a “Susan”. While your memories won’t change (they are stored in the non-physical reality) yourself within the new reality might take some getting used to.
Types of World-Line Migrations
There are numerous ways that world-line migration can manifest for us humans. I know of only five ways. Most of them are beyond the capabilities and experiences of most humans as they require specialized equipment, and training to conduct.
Typically, the most common changes are rather simple.
Level Zero Migration
The most common, and simple migrations are achievable by everyone. That means YOU, the reader. You can manifest these changes yourself. These are “Level Zero” migrations. Here the alterations are very simple and hardly noticeable. They take time to manifest. Typically six months to three years. Nevertheless, if you are careful and persistent, they will always manifest. These are changes in the reality of less than a fraction of a percentage. For instance;
Slight alterations of friends and nearby people’s behaviors
Changes in the reality that surrounds you physically.
General alterations in people, places and things.
Specific alterations in furniture, money, luck or skill
Minor changes in weather
As such, these changes help to bring about desired experiences and lessons. They are but “tweaks” that are useful in obtaining the necessary experiences that a given consciousness needs. Most consciousness’s experience these kinds of tweaks due to subconscious direction, or verbal affirmations that directs the individual power of intention. Level zero migrations are achievable by everyone and do not require any technology to accomplish.
The power of prayer is a “level zero” migration.
Most people do not know how to pray. They ask for things. That is not how to pray. You must visualize what you desire to alter. Then impress it with emotion. Perform this ritual for a set period of time, maybe ten minutes every day for two weeks or something similar, and then release it. Let it go. It will manifest… eventually. Don’t wait for it.
As such, it is very powerful. Just because it is classified as a “Level zero” migration, does not diminish it’s significance. This, of course, only pertains to self-prayer. Or, prayer that is directed to the person making the prayer. Prayer directed outwards is another issue altogether and another thing entirely. It does not work. The only types of prayer that will manifest for you is ones directed at you, by you.
Level One Migration
However, given mastery of certain (assistive) technologies, a consciousness with a given reality can migrate automatically and autonomously. This can be considered a “Level One” migration ability. This can accomplish greater experiences and learning exercises.
It does requires technology to accomplish. That means an actual machine.
There is a lot of this going on. Those that possess this ability typically waste it on “time travel” activities. Which is pretty silly when you really think about it. As such, the person so empowered can change the following attributes during reality migration;
Geographic location
Date and time
Weather
Culture
These are the most common changes during world-line travel. But that is only because the changes and influences were small. Here a person can go back in time (apparently) and return (apparently). These changes will have corresponding alterations in culture and society the greater the delta deviation from the baseline to the origination point is. Any changes will alter their reality. It will not alter your reality as you are occupying a different reality.
Now, when a person gets involved in level one migration they can (possibly under certain conditions) enter realities where other “versions” of themselves might share the reality. This can include examples of older or younger versions of yourselves. This can included examples of different versions of yourself. This type of migration can certainly get very confusing.
Level Two Migration
“Often people claim to remember past lives; I claim to remember a different, very different, present life. …I rather suspect that my experience is not unique; what perhaps is unique is the fact that I am willing to talk about it.”
-Philip K. Dick
To obtain large-scale experiences and radical changes, much greater deviations can occur. Here, a person (Consciousness) can migrate to far different realities. This would be a “Level Two” migration ability.
Like a Level One migration, technology is required. However the technology level is similar. What differs is the manipulation of the target coordinates. It is much more comprehensive and complex.
This is the most important type of world-line travel, as the benefits to consciousness is the most advantageous. However it is also the most dangerous, as the risks are quite large. Here, we can add the changes of;
Revised historical pasts (What if Hitler won World War II…)
Altered cultural and scientific advancements (What if McDonalds was a car wash…)
Changed behaviors and cultural norms (What if people rubbed their butts instead of shaking hands when they met…)
This is the kind of travel that one would experience when one would move from drinking a Starbucks coffee in a San Francisco under the presidency of Donald Trump to drinking out of a water fountain filled with Bondo (it has electrolytes!) in a “charge by the hour” ear massage room (near a McStarbucks) located in New Stalingrad under Vice-Queen Lady Gagagaga the third.
I have had a brief taste of this during my training at China Lake. It can be really really startling.
Again, since level two migration is more involved than a level one migration, that all the complexities of a level one migration is maintained and expanded upon. It can become very disorienting and very disturbing.
Level Three Migration
A level three migration changes the physical person who is involved in world-line migration. You exit a world-line as one person and you enter a new world-line as a different person. You will ALWAYS migrate as the same species. This can include, gender and appearance. This can include occupation, and age. This can include everything EXCEPT the apparent associated memories of the new world-line. You will arrive in your new location with your previous memories.
For instance, you might be a thirty year old female software programmer. As such you might be married, have a pet dog, and have some friends that you like to go out with and have a coffee. You would speak English and watch football on television. Once you migrate, you might end up as an overweight 55 year old Russian male who lives alone in the basement of his parents’ house. You might be unemployed and on welfare and taking Zoloft for depression.
Because of this, this level four migration is a very difficult thing to do and very uncomfortable. I have never been involved in this. I do not know of any person who has ever done this.
Level Four Migration
Level four migration combines a level two and a level three migration together. Why anyone in their right mind would want to do this is beyond me. The risks are significant. Remember, the ability to migrate is a function of technology, and the selection of destination coordinates is not that easy. While you might want to end up in some place in some type of new reality, the result could easily turn sour and go very, very badly.
For instance, you might be a twenty five year old male who is busy working as an engineer at Google. After work, you like to go and have pizza and beer with your friends at the local bar. You ride a nice Harley Davidson motorcycle and you are very stylish with the latest iPhone and APPs. The president is Donald Trump and the news is talking about “Russian collusion”. It is a nice sunny day.
After a level four migration, your life might look something like this;
You are now a 67 year old transgender feminist who is a vocal supporter for the new King; Justin Clinton. You are supported though your owner (as you are actually a short-term slave), who allows you one night off a month to go to the elephant races at the other end of South Berlin. There you eat your favorite food; oysters and jellied duck feet hamburgers. Then you come home to your master who usually have “some tasks” for you to do before you turn in for the night. The news is all excited about the new taxes that are coming out of Beijing this year. As normal, it is a dreary, foggy day.
Like I said, you never know what kind of life that you will end up with. Life might be a box of chocolates, but what happens when you change the box?
Memories do not Migrate
The reader might question why the memories do not migrate. The answer is simple. The purpose of our physical reality is to obtain experiences. Each experience that we have obtained helps shape our quanta and helps build and construct our soul. The realities that we inhabit are but training grounds by which we can acquire these experiences. It would defeat the purpose of obtaining an experience in the first place if this were to occur.
Also, and I will cover this in another post, memories are not retained within the brain. They are processed in the brain, but they are not retained there. Memories are retained and stored outside the physical reality. The memories are used to help us adjust and learn from the experiences that we have had during the time within our reality.
But… but…
Scientists have identified places where the memories are retained. Isn’t that correct? No it is not. They have identified places within the physical brain where memories (that lie outside of our physical reality) are accessed. They have just located the access points and the methods of accessing them. They have not identified the actual memories.
What can you do?
I hope that this was helpful. Understanding the reality of our life helps us to better control it and shape our destiny. So, to keep it simple;
There is a “Hell”, no matter what the Pope says. It is a different “universe” or “Heaven” if you want to use that nomenclature.
Our physical reality is constructed through our actions and thoughts.
Action and thoughts create and modify our physical world. To best be the master of it, we must master ourselves.
Be good. Be kind. Be helpful. Be just and be fair.
Everything you do is recorded by memory. These memories lie outside of our constructed reality.
All actions will be tallied at the end of our life. If we behaved poorly, then that will adversely affect our soul’s construction.
As such, many of us need the help of others to go about our day to day activities. We need to be helpful, supportive and positive in every way. Life can be hard, but if just one person can do one small thing, it can make all the difference in the world. Surprise others with small acts of kindness, and be the ray of light in this often dark and gloomy world. What do you do?
Conclusions
I know that most people will not care about souls and Heaven outside of their religion. So all of this can just be considered to be nonsense.
I know that officially MWI is only considered to be a theory. That’s fine. It’s treated very seriously by those in control of this world that we occupy. It is also FUNDED. There are many, many things that are well understood by those who are permitted to understand them. Like I said, you can believe me or not. I really don’t care.
I also know that world-line travel is not contemporaneously accepted as a reality. Fine. Believe what you want. The reality template what we all base our realities off of is a very interesting place. To understand it, you will need to undo all of what you think you know. This is how the universe works.
You can believe it or not. It’s no skin off my back.
Take Aways
Every person lives within his or her own reality.
Realities are constructs of the soul.
Realities are drawn from a Universal Template.
Consciousness is a bridge between the soul and experiences in the reality.
Souls consist of organized quantum strings that have obtained sentience.
With the skill of intention, a person can tweak their reality.
With the utilization of technology, one can alter their reality substantially.
RFH
How about a Request For Help? I tire of busybodies and statists who poke fun at the ideas and theories of others. They offer no constructive dialog. Rather they just make fun, ridicule, and then scurry under a rock.
I use this forum as a way to disseminate some of the things that I learned though my thirty years of involvement in MAJestic. However, I am forbidden to posit my knowledge directly. I cannot tell the interested, the “secrets of the universe”. The best that I can do is share my opinions about things that interest me, and flavor it indirectly with my forbidden understandings.
To help put this in perspective, put yourself in my shoes…
Imagine that you are working at a company with a brutal NDR. You cannot divulge anything about what you are involved in for any reason.Now, let’s suppose that for thirty years you were involved in training unicorns to dance with bigfoot. To help with your training, the Lock Ness Monster would gather “magical beans” that you would award the unicorns when they did a particularly impressive dance move; like the cha cha or a nice rendition of the samba.Now, there is no way that you can talk about unicorns, bigfoot, or the Lock Ness Monster. But, the NDR doesn’t cover “magic beans”. So in the best interests of society, you might want to posit your thoughts about growing “magic beans” and how they might be of interest to imaginary creatures.That is the situation that I find myself in.
So, if you, the reader, were so interested, I would welcome your thoughts on soul composition. I would welcome your understanding of MWI in relation to multi-dimensional soul structure. I would welcome your thoughts about the soul structures of other creatures. I would welcome links to other websites of interest, or videos of interest.
This is my call out, to you the reader, to assist all of us in solving these mysteries. After all, this is a far better use of the internet than for looking at Justin Bieber videos.
FAQ
Q: What is the difference between souls vs. consciousness?
A: Soul is the entire being of a given entity. It includes everything. It includes all physical histories, memories, and energy states of that entity. It resides within Heaven. Consciousness is a part of the soul. It is partitioned from it and resides within a physical construct within a reality. It is a mechanism from which experiences are obtained.
Q: What is the highest level of spirituality?
A: In this narrative, the highest level of spirituality is one in which the soul transcends Human Heaven. Each Heaven is constructed for a specific animal or physical construct type. Therefore, to achieve the highest level of spirituality means that the soul exits a “lower state of Heaven” and enters a “higher state of Heaven”. In other words, it exits one Heaven and enters into a different and “better” Heavenly realm. This would mean, of course, that it now occupies a Heaven associated with a different physical animal or being.
Q: What is the relationship between quantum theory and consciousness?
A: Soul is comprised of ordered quantum strings. It creates a consciousness to occupy a set physical reality in order to obtain experiences. Consciousness is the pathway for the soul within the physical reality it has created. The quantum consciousness takes on a particle reality when it occupies a body, and takes on a wave reality when it lies outside of the body.
Q: What are the levels of the soul?
A: The soul is very complex and holds many attributes that our physical science and spiritualists do not understand. In order to help us understand things, they have often divided things into levels or gradients. The truth is that there are many aspects of soul that just cannot be simplified into simple layers or levels.
Think of a soul like that of a race car. Is the speed of the race car the most important thing, or is it a combination of handling ability, maintenance, acceleration, energy efficiency or the driver’s ability?
Q: How does quantum physics reconcile itself with the soul?
A: The soul is comprised of quantum strings. They can be ordered and unordered. The ordered strings become entangled with other particles and form arrangements. Eventually these arrangements attain sentience.
Q: What are the levels of consciousness?
A: Consciousness has one level of understanding when it inhabits a physical body. At that point of time it behaves as a particle. When it leaves the body it behaves as a wave and can take on different levels of behavior. The behavior of consciousness depends on the lessons and experiences that the soul wishes to impart.
Experiences are very important. Each time a quantum particle meets up with another one, they become entangled and related in various ways. If a group of particles meets up and interacts with other particles the situation can be greatly enhanced. These relationships are the experiences that build up (or tear down) a given soul. Therefore it is critical that consciousness learn and interacts with the surrounding reality properly.
Q: What are the differences between consciousness, spirit, and soul?
A: Soul is the center of all that we are. That is the sum total of everything at every moment relative to the (apparent) vector of time. Conscious is a portion of the soul that is assigned to a reality so as to acquire experiences. Spirit is sometimes considered to be the consciousness as it enters a wave form instead of a particle form within a given physical body.
Q: Where does the Bible say that soul is a collection of ordered quantum particles?
A: It doesn’t. Where does the Bible say that the soul is not a collection of ordered quantum particles?
Q: Is world-line travel possible?
A: Yes.
MAJestic Related Posts – Training
These are posts and articles that revolve around how I was recruited for MAJestic and my training. Also discussed is the nature of secret programs. I really do not know why the organization was kept so secret. It really wasn’t because of any kind of military concern, and the technologies were way too involved for any kind of information transfer. The only conclusion that I can come to is that we were obligated to maintain secrecy at the behalf of our extraterrestrial benefactors.
MAJestic Related Posts – Our Universe
These particular posts are concerned about the universe that we are all part of. Being entangled as I was, and involved in the crazy things that I was, I was given some insight. This insight wasn’t anything super special. Rather it offered me perception along with advantage. Here, I try to impart some of that knowledge through discussion.
Enjoy.
MAJestic Related Posts – World-Line Travel
These posts are related to “reality slides”. Other more common terms are “world-line travel”, or the MWI. What people fail to grasp is that when a person has the ability to slide into a different reality (pass into a different world-line), they are able to “touch” Heaven to some extent. Here are posts that cover this topic.
John Titor Related Posts
Another person, collectively known by the identity of “John Titor” claimed to utilize world-line (MWI egress) travel to collect artifacts from the past. He is an interesting subject to discuss. Here we have multiple posts in this regard.