Crash Retrievals

Directly from Alien Investigator by Tony Dodd about Group 580 which Casbolt claims to be connected to:

“Another trusted contact, with whom I have had several conversations, has given me details of a quick-response team set up during Margaret Thatcher’s government, and as a result of her co-operation with President Reagan. This team again made up of elite forces, was on permanent stand-by to attend the sites of any UFO landing or crash, carrying bleepers which would summon them any time they were needed.

Helicopters were permanently ready to ferry them to the scene of the crash. Their role was to seal the site from the public if necessary evacuating any civilians living within the sealed perimeter. They set up two cordons, a tight one around the actual UFO and a wider one to isolate the whole area within several hundred yards."

“They also attended sites of animal and human mutilations, which shocked and horrified them; as my contact said, they could accept the horrors of war, but they were not accustomed to seeing such brutal wounds on animals and humans in peacetime."

“It was the secrecy surrounding the whole of their operation that made him feel it was his duty to alert the public to what was going on. Unfortunately, the first contact he made was with an inexperienced young UFO enthusiast who secretly recorded their conversation. This young man played the tape to other UFO researchers and talked about it at their meetings: he was very naive, because within days a mysterious fire broke out in his office at home, and all his files were burnt.

He realized he was in over his head and contacted me, he sounded terrified. His wife was so frightened she moved out and left him; luckily they are now back together again. But he made it clear that he wanted nothing more to do with this investigation, and passed it over to me."

“The soldier had also decided it was a mistake to talk, and he was very wary of me when I first contacted him. I had to send him photographs of my driving license and proof that I had been in the police before he would agree to talk to me. He told me he had discussed me with his colleagues from the quick-response team, and they had agreed to him helping me, as long as it was very discreet. They all shared his feeling that the public were being kept in the dark."

“They attended crash scenes across Europe, including Spain and Germany. They were not supposed to make any recording of what they saw, but he has photographs of some of the mutilations, and also a piece of debris he picked up at the scene of a crash. At one site in Spain there were several human bodies spread around the site of the crash, all naked and without body hair, and all mutilated by having limbs etc cut off.”

“They also saw dead aliens, of more than one type. The most terrifying was large and reptilian, looking like a seven-foot-tall lizard only with arms and legs. It appeared to be attached to a box which was connected by a thick cord to its back. The box had flashing lights. This type of alien has been reported before, not just to me but to other researchers. Although a lot less common than the ‘grey,’ it is obviously around the earth in sufficient numbers to be consistently seen, and we have plenty of reasons to believe that it is, unlike other types, not friendly towards the human race. Another, much smaller, alien seen at another site was a typical ‘grey,’ except that instead of hands and feet it had small round stubs, which my contact described as like ‘little cherries.’"

“At each scene they attended they were aware of Americans, possibly Canadians, who did not fraternise with them or even talk to them. My contact remembers, particularly, the brusque way they were treated by these people: typically, for British forces, one of the first things they established at each scene was a field kitchen to serve tea, and when they offered cups to these men they were ignored. On one occasion, though, one of the Americans did speak."

"A local policeman had turned up at the site of the crash, and was ordered away. He refused to go, saying that this was not military land and he was within his rights, as an officer of the law, to know what was going on. After a brief exchange, in which the policeman stood his ground, one of the Americans turned to the British troops and said, ‘Shoot him.’ The instruction was repeated forcibly enough for the soldiers – and the policeman – to realise it was serious, at which point the policeman hastily withdrew."

“I asked if they had ever needed to use their firearms, and my contact told me they would shoot at bushes and large clumps of grass within the containment area, to make sure there was nobody there. They carried Geiger counters as part of their issued kit. On one occasion my contact was within five feet of a crashed object, and he and several others ended up in hospital being treated for severe blistering, so bad that he still has some scars.“

“At one site they saw a shiny tube, about four feet long, which looked as though it was made of chrome, but it was glowing all over. Nothing was ever explained to them, which they feel resentful about, especially as the job they were doing was obviously dangerous. My contact saw enough to make him take the whole UFO phenomenon very seriously indeed. He said to me: ‘I tell you this, Mr Dodd, there is no way I will let my children out on country lanes after dark.’"

"I am still researching the work of this quick-response team, which has since been disbanded, by John Major’s government, on the grounds of cost. Again, all those who were part of it are bound by secrecy, and stand to lose a lot of protection and pension if they are found to have leaked information. The one who came forward did so out of an overwhelming feeling that they had been involved in something so big that it should not be kept secret. Officially, of course, no such team ever existed.” (Police Officer Tony Dodd, 1999)


Source: YouTube comment section post by vEnUs LuCiFeR under this video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3XkPGdL63k

Just Checking In :)

Good tidings.  Just checking in to say that I'm doing very well, for whoever cares to know.  Have a lot of things going on, all positive in my opinion, so haven't had time lately to write posts as I used to write them.  As far as as the (seeming) abductions and other anomalies go, as I've described in a few posts on this blog and elsewhere on the internet, things are still the same --still waking up with a plethora of weird (needle? and other) marks in my mouth and on my body, still got the mind control nonsense going on (such as "memories," actual or virtual, or screen?).  Still experiencing other anomalies which I really haven't written about yet, and quite frankly don't know that I ever will, being so bizarre I even don't want to deal with them.  Apparently, I'm still in some kind of program(s), if no more than being monitored and "studied," if not actually still used in any number of weird capacities (according to my "memories," at least).  Meh, who knows.

Thankfully, I refuse to let those realities be the main focus of my existence here.  Fulfilling my purpose in whatever ways possible, as well as enjoying and keeping the love of friends and family in my life, will always be my focus, regardless.  I don't "do" their drama (the humans and other entities perpetuating the programs here).  I do me, period.  I keep the focus there.  So, from that standpoint I can say, all is well.

Hope you all, near and far, are doing well, too.  And I say to all, stay tangled up in hope.  Don't let anything nor anyone break your stride.  And try not to get caught up in all these absolutely dopey false flags they parade before us, like that programmed robotoid (or whatever the hell that thing is) they've got hanging out in the White House, or the puppet "Islamic fundamentalist activities" heavily orchestrated and played out all over the globe, designed to suck you in, distract your mind, put you in a fear state over what the "bad guys" are or might be doing.  Seriously, take with a grain of salt all the stupid (and expensive, and violent) psy-ops that AI-controlled beings left in charge of this farm have up their ....sleeves.   It's all quite unfortunate, sometimes entertaining, but yes, such shenanigans all need to come to an end.

But until we end them, be sure to take time to do you, boo.   Take time to awaken to the wonderful being that you are.  In acquiring that awareness, even just a fraction of it, we triumph over all obstacles, we win.  Do.  You.    :)

And thank you to those who have supported and communicated with me and to those who have not been in communication with me, but have still supported my efforts in some way, if in no other way but read my writings (even if they have seemed to you to be utter bullsh**, lol ...thanks all the same).  It has meant a lot to me.

Etheric Implants

Abduction Experiences: Ear Plug Games, Jingling Chains and the Joy of Punching a Grey (I Wish)

I don't know why I thought of all this sh** today.  And I don't know why I'm writing about it.  I guess on some level I find doing so cathartic.  Any way, here goes.



Ear Plug Games

I'm a light sleeper (probably due to PTSD-related hypervigilance, I'm thinkin'), so I tend to wear ear plugs at night.  Sometimes, after I seem to have experienced an abduction, one of the first signs I'll notice is my earplugs are misplaced, and no longer in my ears.  The abductors (military, ET or whatever) don't seem to bother placing them back into my ears when they bring me back to my room.

And it seems "they" like to make a little game of it, too.  Whenever I sleep in a new location other than my home, the first night I am there the abductors seem to like leaving me a calling card by placing my ear plugs away from the bed I'm sleeping in (like on a nearby nightstand), or placing them in the center of my palm, then closing my fingers over them.  It seems I awaken not long after this because I will still be tightly grasping the plugs, and will not have relaxed my hand and released the plugs into the sheets somewhere.  

If I didn't know better I would say they do this to send me the message, "Wherever you are, we are still monitoring you."  This has been happening for several years now.



Jingling Chains

One morning a year or two ago, I was awoken by what sounded to me like my dog's metal dog tag tinkling against his metal collar as he walked back and forth in the room.  I thought it sounded abnormally loud, as I could hear the sound through my ear plugs, and all.  Curious, I got out of bed, looked around, and noticed the dog was not even in my room, and my door was closed so he hadn't been in there all night.  I opened my door and looked for the dog, finding him sleeping peacefully down the hallway about 15 feet away.

I didn't think much of it at the time, and went about my morning.  Later in the day, I started thinking about it again, how it didn't make sense.  What had that "tink-tink, tink-tink, tink-tink" sound been, that I clearly heard so loudly it had awoken me from my sleep?  I tapped on glass objects around my bedroom, trying to mimic the sound.  Nothing.  Then I stopped, turned and slowly looked up.  I stared for a moment at the ceiling fan located in the middle of the room.

The fan is directly above the foot of my bed.  It originally had very short chains that we had to stand on the bed to reach, so a few months earlier I had purchased long beaded chains and replaced the short chains.  The long chains dangle low enough to be easily reached --and to easily brush against anyone's head and shoulders should he walk directly beneath the ceiling fan.

I began to piece together what may have caused the tinkling glass sound.  To test my theory, I lifted up the two chains, then let them go.  As the chains swung back and forth, they hit the glass light fixtures at the center of the ceiling fan, "tink-tink, tink-tink, tink-tink." "Son of a b****," I said slowly under my breath.  Seems my abductor(s) had brushed up against the chains as he/they hastily left my room that morning.



Punching a Grey in the Head (I Wish)

Another time, I suddenly woke up after I had been sleeping soundly.  I was lying on my back in my  bed, mouth open.  I figured I had probably been snoring loudly, and woke myself up, since you can't really breathe well in that position.

Seems I wasn't the only one startled by my suddenly being awake.  As I was awakening, I distinctly felt a large, narrow-fingered hand grasping the entire right side of my face.  I also felt, as well as saw with my my mind's eye, another huge, skinny hand unplugging something narrow from the center of the back of my head.  Both the hands and thing in my head began phasing out, disintegrating from solidity, then disappeared entirely, as though they were never there.

I was really angry.  Still groggy with eyes closed, I growled, "Ha, I caught you you sorry motherf*****!"  My eyes squinted as they opened and tried to adjust to the light.  I struggled to sit up in bed, and to locate the being.  I wanted to punch it.  "I caught you you rotten piece of sh**!  Coward!  Come back so I can beat your a**!"  I really wanted to kill that thing, no joke.  I was spittin' mad.  I sent a spiky mental image of me pounding a grey alien's bulbous head, and it bursting open and gushing the icky green blood greys are said to have.

If benevolent aliens want to do something nice for me, they could loan me a particle beam weapon and set up a grey alien target practice session.  What a great Christmas gift that would be!



  

Needle Marks

Lots of needle marks in my mouth the last few days, since I wrote that Michael Prince piece.  Not surprising.  I was expecting it.

​Symptoms Characteristic to Milabs

I stumbled upon this at http://bygraceofnaz.weebly.com/.  I don't know who this person is, but I would say, based on some of my experiences as I've documented over the years, she has a very good grasp on this subject, and I believe her testimony to be real.



Meeting Your Clone
All Milabs are cloned. Your family, friends, neighbors may have met your clone or you may even have seen him/her yourself.


Harassment
All Milabs undergo extreme military harassment - gangstalking, noise harassment, black helicopter harassment, home break-ins etc. designed to frighten/threaten us into silence about our abductions.


Smear Campaigns
We're usually subjected to smear campaigns on our character to discredit us and keep us isolated and without any support system in order to more easily facilitate our abductions. Law enforcement may be involved in carrying out these smear campaigns, posing under the pretense of "investigating" you for fictional "criminal activity". In my own case, law enforcement went to the preposterous extreme of telling my friends and neighbors that I was a WITCH!


Inability to Hold a Job
As a ranking military official said to me "You'll never work again. You're a government asset. You belong to us now."


Physical, Face-to-face, Conscious Contact with ET's
We've had actual conscious contact with several races of ET's, both benevolent and malevolent. Some of us read alien script and understand alien languages, have memories of traveling the cosmos and being on other planets and in off-world bases. We may also have conscious awareness of black ops missions the military sent us on involving ET contact and dimensional travel. We may have conscious knowledge/recall of ET technology as well.


Super Soldiers
We may have conscious recall of being trained to be a Super Soldier. DUMB's We've seen things other abductees haven't, like the DUMB's, cryo tubes containing human beings, human clones, secret military aircraft, mind reading centers, etc.


Vaccination
We've all been injected with the Mycoplasma Incognitus engineered biowarfare agent and are ill and/or disabled as a result. Most of us suffer from autoimmune disorders.


Extreme Fear of Doctors and/or Medical Procedures
Most of us won't seek medical help because we've been traumatized by what military doctors have done to us. It's also not at all uncommon for us to have a fear of needles, dentist chairs (trip seat experiences), etc.


Rape/Gang Rape
Many of us have memories of being raped, gang raped and/or being forced to have sex with other Milabs.


Tracking 
Most of us know our whereabouts are constantly tracked.


Abduction marks/Drugging
We've all 'woken up' with them - cut marks, scoop marks, Drac scratches, bruises, rashes, etc. from our alien abductions. But in addition, we will also usually exhibit needle puncture marks after our military abductions and a feeling of having been drugged.


PTSD
The vast majority of us have PTSD from our abduction experiences.


Black Ops Memories
Some of us have partial or total recall of being sent to conduct black ops missions. Our periods of missing time are generally longer than those of alien abductees due to being sent on these sometimes extended black ops missions.



Source: http://bygraceofnaz.weebly.com/