Articles on Reptilians and MILABS (Page 1 of 3)

Wow........great articles.  Thanks for posting those.   After reading Cassie's description of the job from hell run by Dracos, I was just flabbergasted that anybody would tolerate such wretched working conditions!!!!!!!!!!   Yikes.  The only thing I could guess was that it was their learning lesson.   These people need to learn to stand up for themselves and not tolerate such crap, and also learn that $$$money$$$ is NOT important enough that one should ever stick around in a situation like that, getting abused on stomped on by Draco superiors.   

It's scary to think that this behavior she outlines is apparantly the norm in many big corporations.  I thought I'd encountered some yucky working environments.  Apparantly, I haven't seen ANYthing!

Yup... Sounds like Cassie has had more than super sized portions of harassment.  The harasers; usually  OMAGS (obnoxious military and government spooks)  and lizzies can and do go to some pretty extreme manoevers to really make a persons life miserable.  They can insidiously attack victims on many levels -oftemtimes resulting in illness, near poverty, and hopelessness.  Oh yeah... some of the more unfortunate casualties can and DO end up in mental institutions (to shut them up)-or they are eliminated (sudden mysterious illness, car accidents, rare forms of cancer, just to name a few.)  Now what comes up for me, is the age old question "what is this trying to teach me, what can I learn from this".  How does this fit into the bigger sceme of things and so on.  Sounds so trite and easy to say considering this magnitude of this scenerio, especially when one realizes that not so obvious ramificaitons and details. 

Perhaps the instigators (Dracos, OMAGS, dark entities-or combo of ALL) have a more or less specific "victim profile".  Let's just say, which war was daddy involved in and what was the project  of "that" era? , masonic family too?, add a little sexual abuse for kicks, and bingo- gotta a hurt, bleeding, and likely candidate for possibly being victimized yet again.  Set um up when they're real young, groom um real good, beat them when they're down, over and over again. 

Yeah, the victim isn't stupid either-usually IQ upwards of 130 or more, they do persue "therapy", self help groups, even active involvement in religion  to overcome the victim role-only to horribly discover the "help" is part of the overall sceme too.  Sounds pretty paranoid upon initial inspection-but objective ovservation, carefully connecting the dots, networking with others who share the same experiences can do a lot to enable breaking the bonds that have for so long been traumatizing their weary souls. 

Now the big question is what is the best way to thwart such unwanted stuff.  Humm... A lofty one that comes to mind is "you create your own reality", or intention.  I do not really believe it is all that simple-no siree. The game seems to be a lot more complicated than that, or is it really?  Certainly illusive to say the least.  Maybe shaminics is the answer?  Not unlike the Don Juan teachings.  Maybe looking at the whole thing from a perspective not touted by our society as a whole, but one that is an ages old known way that we all have in our cellular memory (DNA).

manyeagles,

I think I pretty much held my breath through your post, it hit home like a baseball cracked out of the stadium by the Babe.  Kwap!  When I finished reading it I asked myself, "How did I survive?"  This a serious question. 

You know what I think saved me more than anything else was the combination of sitting in on C's sessions and the blatant truth education that that was, along with my drive to overcome the worst possible scenario--3D Land manipulation.  And definitely meeting up with others having also survived the manipulation was key.  It's a strange comfort, but it is a comfort to know one is not alone.

Damn! I hate when that happens!  One time it was that woman I was talking about on the "Implants" page who had the lilac implants on/in her eyes.  I was sitting on my couch about 1am one night and saw something brush against my shirt hanging on the chair.  I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I could feel somebody in the room.  I told her about this happening the next day when we met for lunch, she again told me how observant I was and that it was her!  Sheesh!  Needless to say I told her I didn't think it was a good idea for her to be creeping around, no matter how innocent she thought her intentions were.... duh?  Afterall, I hadn't invited her over for an OB whoop-dee-do.

Lately a dear friend and I have both been feeling like we could turn around and someone would be standing right behind us. It just never ends. BAH!

I could go on, but...

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.

Oh yeah!  The kitty-cats are one of the BEST early-warning systems to be found... it's true, the poor, brave little things, their eyes do get as big as saucers, huh?

I'll be happy to share more, but I'm breaking down my 'puter in 5 mins. and will be offline most of the day, I'm getting the carpet cleaned and switching servers today.

Yipee! Yeehaw! Happy day!

...As you can see it doesn't take much to get me excited.

Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
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Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we might as well dance.
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If you spin around on your chair really fast, things around here will make a lot more sense.

Hi,

The bit on animal spirits reminds me of the first time I came across mine:

I was driving along a country road in the UK at around dusk, had just turned a corner and was speeding back up again. I got this really weird feeling, looked to my right, and there, outside my driverside window (we drive on the right in the UK) there was this White Owl, no more than a couple of feet away, next to me and keeping speed with my car.

You could see every detail on the bird and it was beauftiful. So I slowed right down to give him a break and to see how long he would keep up for and this continued over a few kilometers. At this point I did not think of a guardian animal spirit, and just assumed that it was a curious white owl that had got out of bed too early.

Anyway, I left the country road to get on a stretch of motorway, said farewell to my flying friend and accelerated to about 100 KPH. I drove about 15 Km down the motorway, before pulling off again to drive through more country roads.

I chuckled to myself about the white owl, looked to my right AND THERE HE WAS AGAIN!....F**K!..minor palpitations,.......anyway, after retaining control of the vehicle I slowed right down and he followed me nearly all the way home which was about another 5Km or so.

And that is the story of an encounter with my animal spirit.

WR

JT

(Then again, it could have been the MILAB guys with a remote controlled owl having a laugh at my expense...smile)

..........and one other small sidenote.....................

I definately don't profess to understand how it all works, or what's going on with MILABS abductions.  My theory about no fear may not be enough for some people, because they may have an entirely different situation happening, where that just isn't enough to cut it.  I don't know.  That's why I don't normally broach this subject first, or go around talking about it much because I still don't have the answers for what's happening in my own situation, let alone in others.   All I can do is theorize, and make guesses, based on the few pieces I do have.   

In my last post I referred to all that I don't know regarding this phenomenon, then I thought about it and realized that there is stuff I do know, observations that I can share, from what I've seen, experienced or remembered, as silly and small as some of it may be.   

-  The "them" that I refer to are the actual men, agents, whatever you want to call 'em.  I've had two separate encounters with them in a busy public place.  Both instances were nearly identical in many ways, despite the differences in the locales and time they took place.   Both times they all dressed identically.   Crisp, bright white starched shirts, ties, gray slacks, belts, and polished dress shoes.  One also wore a jacket.   So, they were dressed VERY nicely.  But always white shirts, gray slacks / jackets, like a uniform.   They weren't all in black like all those "Men in Black" stories.  These were real men, not MIB robotoids.   

Both times there was psychic phenomenon involved -  The first encounter I felt the presense of them before I saw them and was already looking up, like I was mentally tugged to do so;  We were at a Denny's at 2:30 in the morning down by the beach and in walk these two impeccably dressed guys, TOTALLY out of place for a Denny's at the beach at 2:30 AM, and whom I "felt" the presense of before I even saw them.   Upon looking up, I "recognized" one of the two guys, he was shorter with tanner skin then the other, though I didn't have any actual conscious recollection of him.   The one that I recognized had his eyes locked on me from 10 feet away, already well aware of my presense as well.   The look on his face was like an evil smirk.  The other guy he was with was taller, bigger, lighter skin and thinner hair, wearing the suit jacket, and was also staring at me with nothing but contempt and disdain......and also curiousity, like, Huh......Okay.........I got the impression that this was the first time the taller guy was seeing me.   The other guy was already well acquainted with me.    I locked eyes on them locking eyes on me as they passed, which has NEVER happened before.   I felt like I couldn't NOT lock on them.   I was also completely frozen, immobile, unable to even move or speak.    After they passed, I was still frozen in my seat.   The only thing that went through my mind was "uh oh.  I'm not doing what they want me to do......they're pissed at me......"  I didn't care, like, Oh no!  I must please them!   It was nothing like that.  It was as if you just pissed off the school bully who already hates you and beats up on you....and now they're even MORE pissed off at you.   You'd be like, rut ro....!    After they stopped at a table, just standing around, lighting cigarettes with a "mobster" presense and looking our way (I had my back to them, so this was relayed to me by the other party) the first guy that I "recognized" made a point to go back up front and swing back around AGAIN, locking eyes on me with this knowing smirk from 10 feet away, once again.   Again, I locked onto him until he passed. 

The second encounter was 4 months later and there was only one guy;  I was at Walgreens, reading the Newsweek story about Matrix Reloaded (nice synch, huh?) in December 2002, and a guy who looked like a "them" blew past me down the aisle.  I smelled his cologne before I saw him, it's what got my attention away from reading.   I didn't like the smell and looked up, frowning, bothered by it.   I didn't "recognize" it......but let's just say I REALLY didn't like it, to the point where it yanked me out of my reading.  I saw his back as he walked away, dressed impeccably as described above, with a head of white hair.  I felt slightly in a daze as I looked at him, then slowly went back to reading, fully engrossed again in the article.   There were other people in the aisle.   A few minutes later he came back down the aisle.  Now we were the only ones around.  As I read, I heard "Reading anything INTERESTING?" with as much disdain as he could muster.   He never slowed down, he never even looked at me.  Just blew by for the second time, saying a disdainful comment.  The normal me would have shot back a retort............but oddly enough, I couldn't.   I felt "controlled", like somebody's big hand had come down and just squeezed all the will out of me, making me blank, passive and obedient, keeping me quiet and under control.  All I could do was just stand there, feeling like a little girl, watching him go.   I've never experienced that before. 

So both times they were dressed identically, spoke or looked at me in a contemtuous hateful way, zeroed in on me out of everybody there, made a point to do TWO buzzbys just to make a point, and exerted some sort of force of will on me to be passive.  In reading Carlos Casteneda, I just came across a reference to how sorcerers, or brujos, can impose their will on another to overpower them and will them to be quiet, stop moving, become cloudy headed, or whatever they want.  It matches what I experienced.

-  The black helicopters were matte black in color, no shine, no markings, and were very large and loud.  In doing a comparison online to military helicopters, the Comanche matches up identically.   Same exact body shape.    The third and last black heli I encountered was smaller and rounder, more bulbous, and shiny, all black, no markings, and even black tinted windows. 

-  I've sort of figured out what I'm being used for by analzying some neato "talents" I possess.   For anybody who thinks they may be going through this, or who knows somebody who is, but you can't really remember any direct memories, use the indirect method.    For me, it was putting two and two together, realizing I was VERY psychic, and have displayed nearly all the psychic phenomenon in the book - telepathy, clarivoyance, premonitions both waking and asleep, etc. etc.   Have remote viewed on one occasion to locate somebody, though at the time I had no knowledge of what that was called, nor could I explain how I just "knew" that I could do this;  I have displayed photographic memory abilities on some occasions when it's "on", like a switch has been flipped;  I have shown time and again that I have split brain abilities and to say that I can "multi task" is an understatement, it goes waaaaay beyond that.   My brain is compartmentalized in the sense that one part can be doing one thing, and the other part is independently working on something else.    I have displayed complete ambidextrousness, lightning fast reflexes to the point of being kind of unnerving and to which others in the "real world" have noticed and commented on or laughed nervously about.  I have no control over those reflexes either, I mean NONE.   For instance, if I knock a glass off the counter with my elbow, my hand will shoot out and catch it in middair before I even realize what's happened.  It's like it has a mind of it's own and is just doin' it's own thing, la la la!  Don't mind the hand!   It has it's own brain!  One time at a pizza place I was flipping through a menu and the guy who was going to take our order knocked another menu off the counter.   While I read, my left hand (I'm right handed, mind you)  shot out and caught his menu in middair and slapped it back on the counter.   He even commented like, "WOW...." then laughed nervously.     

So....yeah.   Use the indirect route.   Look at yourself, and ask, Do I have abilities??  Can I do anything unusual?  If so, was I always able to do it?  If no, then when did it start??   Look for marks as well.   Start checking yourself every day for unusual bruising and markings.   Start photographing them.   Keep a log, like I always recommend.    Find the patterns.   If you're a MILAB, there will be a pattern, they work on schedule.    That's how they operate, it can't be stressed enough.   I discovered the patterns to my indigo colored nickel sized bruising.   Twice a month, every month, between the 1st - 3rd, and the 20th - 23rd.   Like clockwork.  And on those days I would also get a sharp increase in number sightings and ear ringings.   If you're a MILAB you'll have implants.  Implants are for monitoring and you'll get ear ringings probably as well.   Also ask yourself where your military connection would be in your family.  A MILAB is after all, affiliated with the military / government / black ops.   For me, it was my dad who was in the Navy for 4 years, as a tech personnel, and who reported to the NSA.   I've recently discovered that Navy tech personnels were a major target for the PSI / mind control / experimentation.   To hear my dad recount his military experience, I don't doubt he was involved in something, unbeknownst to him at the time. 

The more you begin paying attention, acknowledging it, and trying to get to the bottom of things, the more you may begin to remember.  You may get the occasional flash memory that pops up out of nowhere.   I have had a couple, that's it.   I've put up walls though and have reiterated to myself that I don't want to remember, not right now.  So, I don't.   Everybody's different though.  If you want to remember, I'm sure you can.   Just try, and see what happens.