Dear Humanity,

Love,
JSNTLC




P.S.:

Please never forget how beautiful you are, 

no matter how ugly things around you (will) get.  

This is a great time to be Terran, to be human.  You'll see.

Light: The Inner Food Divine

The yogi and prolific writer, Paramhansa Yogananda (1893-1952), loved to interview interesting people.  He recorded these conversations in his autobiography published in 1946.  Here is an excerpt of his visit with a woman said to have lived solely on light (aka breatharianism).  Science has proven that we are literally made of light (see this article). Is it any wonder, then, that for many millennia people have managed to use light itself ...as a food source? 

Yogananda and Richard Wright.

“Sir, whither are we bound this morning?” Mr. Wright was driving the Ford; he took his eyes off the road long enough to gaze at me with a questioning twinkle. From day to day he seldom knew what part of Bengal he would be discovering next.

“God willing,” I replied devoutly, “we are on our way to see an eighth wonder of the worlda woman saint whose diet is thin air!”

“Repetition of wonders after Therese Neumann.” But Mr. Wright laughed eagerly just the same; he even accelerated the speed of the car. More extraordinary grist for his travel diary! Not one of an average tourist, that!

The Ranchi school had just been left behind us; we had risen before the sun. Besides my secretary and myself, three Bengali friends were in the party. We drank in the exhilarating air, the natural wine of the morning. Our driver guided the car warily among the early peasants and the two-wheeled carts, slowly drawn by yoked, hump-shouldered bullocks, inclined to dispute the road with a honking interloper.

“Sir, we would like to know more of the fasting saint.”

“Her name is Giri Bala,” I informed my companions. “I first heard about her years ago from a scholarly gentleman, Sthiti Lal Nundy. He often came to the Gurpar Road home to tutor my brother Vishnu.”

“‘I know Giri Bala well,’ Sthiti Babu told me. ‘She employs a certain yoga technique which enables her to live without eating. I was her close neighbor in Nawabganj near Ichapur.1 I made it a point to watch her closely; never did I find evidence that she was taking either food or drink. My interest finally mounted so high that I approached the Maharaja of Burdwan2 and asked him to conduct an investigation. Astounded at the story, he invited her to his palace. She agreed to a test and lived for two months locked up in a small section of his home. Later she returned for a palace visit of twenty days; and then for a third test of fifteen days. The Maharaja himself told me that these three rigorous scrutinies had convinced him beyond doubt of her non-eating state.’

“This story of Sthiti Babu’s has remained in my mind for over twenty-five years,” I concluded. “Sometimes in America I wondered if the river of time would not swallow the yogini3 before I could meet her. She must be quite aged now. I do not even know where, or if, she lives. But in a few hours we shall reach Purulia; her brother has a home there.”

By ten-thirty our little group was conversing with the brother, Lambadar Dey, a lawyer of Purulia.

“Yes, my sister is living. She sometimes stays with me here, but at present she is at our family home in Biur.” Lambadar Babu glanced doubtfully at the Ford. “I hardly think, Swamiji, that any automobile has ever penetrated into the interior as far as Biur. It might be best if you all resign yourselves to the ancient jolt of the bullock cart!”

As one voice our party pledged loyalty to the Pride of Detroit.

“The Ford comes from America,” I told the lawyer. “It would be a shame to deprive it of an opportunity to get acquainted with the heart of Bengal!”

“May Ganesh4 go with you!” Lambadar Babu said, laughing. He added courteously, “If you ever get there, I am sure Giri Bala will be glad to see you. She is approaching her seventies, but continues in excellent health.”

“Please tell me, sir, if it is absolutely true that she eats nothing?” I looked directly into his eyes, those telltale windows of the mind.

“It is true.” His gaze was open and honorable. “In more than five decades I have never seen her eat a morsel. If the world suddenly came to an end, I could not be more astonished than by the sight of my sister’s taking food!”

We chuckled together over the improbability of these two cosmic events.

“Giri Bala has never sought an inaccessible solitude for her yoga practices,” Lambadar Babu went on. “She has lived her entire life surrounded by her family and friends. They are all well accustomed now to her strange state. Not one of them who would not be stupefied if Giri Bala suddenly decided to eat anything! Sister is naturally retiring, as befits a Hindu widow, but our little circle in Purulia and in Biur all know that she is literally an ‘exceptional’ woman.”

The brother’s sincerity was manifest. Our little party thanked him warmly and set out toward Biur. We stopped at a street shop for curry and luchis, attracting a swarm of urchins who gathered round to watch Mr. Wright eating with his fingers in the simple Hindu manner.5 Hearty appetites caused us to fortify ourselves against an afternoon which, unknown at the moment, was to prove fairly laborious.

Our way now led east through sun-baked rice fields into the Burdwan section of Bengal. On through roads lined with dense vegetation; the songs of the maynas and the stripe-throated bulbuls streamed out from trees with huge, umbrellalike branches. A bullock cart now and then, the rini, rini, manju, manju squeak of its axle and iron-shod wooden wheels contrasting sharply in mind with the swish, swish of auto tires over the aristocratic asphalt of the cities.

The road became more and more sickly: wrinkles of ruts, boils of hardened clay, the sad infirmities of old age! Our group dismounted occasionally to allow Mr. Wright to more easily maneuver the Ford, which the four of us pushed from behind.

“Lambadar Babu spoke truly,” Sailesh acknowledged. “The car is not carrying us; we are carrying the car!”

Our climb-in, climb-out auto tedium was beguiled ever and anon by the appearance of a village, each one a scene of quaint simplicity.

“Asking for a guide among a group of worshipers on their way home from a temple prayer (out in the lonely field), we were besieged by a dozen scantily clad lads who clambered on the sides of the car, eager to conduct us to Giri Bala.

“Halting by a narrow lane we found ourselves within a hundred feet of Giri Bala’s ancestral home. We felt the thrill of fulfillment after the long road struggle crowned by a rough finish. We approached a large, two-storied building of brick and plaster, dominating the surrounding adobe huts; the house was under the process of repair, for around it was the characteristically tropical framework of bamboos.

“With feverish anticipation and suppressed rejoicing we stood before the open doors of the one blessed by the Lord’s ‘hungerless’ touch. Constantly agape were the villagers, young and old, bare and dressed, women aloof somewhat but inquisitive too, men and boys unabashedly at our heels as they gazed on this unprecedented spectacle.

This great woman yogi has not taken food or drink since 1880. I am pictured with her,

in 1936, at her home in the isolated Bengal village of Biur. Her non-eating state has been 

rigorously investigated by the Maharaja of Burdwan. She employs a certain yoga technique 

to recharge her body with cosmic energy from the ether, sun, and air.

“Soon a short figure came into view in the doorway --Giri Bala! She was swathed in a cloth of dull, goldish silk; in typically Indian fashion, she drew forward modestly and hesitatingly, peering slightly from beneath the upper fold of her swadeshi cloth. Her eyes glistened like smouldering embers in the shadow of her head piece; we were enamored by a most benevolent and kindly face, a face of realization and understanding, free from the taint of earthly attachment.

“Meekly she approached and silently assented to our snapping a number of pictures with our ‘still’ and ‘movie’ cameras.6 Patiently and shyly she endured our photo techniques of posture adjustment and light arrangement. Finally we had recorded for posterity many photographs of the only woman in the world who is known to have lived without food or drink for over fifty years. (Therese Neumann, of course, has fasted since 1923.) Most motherly was Giri Bala’s expression as she stood before us, completely covered in the loose-flowing cloth, nothing of her body visible but her face with its downcast eyes, her hands, and her tiny feet. A face of rare peace and innocent poise --a wide, childlike, quivering lip, a feminine nose, narrow, sparkling eyes, and a wistful smile”  (Mr. Wright also took moving pictures of Sri Yukteswar during his last Winter Solstice Festival in Serampore).

Mr. Wright’s impression of Giri Bala was shared by myself; spirituality enfolded her like her gently shining veil. She pronamed before me in the customary gesture of greeting from a householder to a monk. Her simple charm and quiet smile gave us a welcome beyond that of honeyed oratory; forgotten was our difficult, dusty trip.

The little saint seated herself cross-legged on the verandah. Though bearing the scars of age, she was not emaciated; her olive-colored skin had remained clear and healthy in tone.

“Mother,” I said in Bengali, “for over twenty-five years I have thought eagerly of this very pilgrimage! I heard about your sacred life from Sthiti Lal Nundy Babu.”

She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, my good neighbor in Nawabganj.”

“During those years I have crossed the oceans, but I never forgot my early plan to someday see you. The sublime drama that you are here playing so inconspicuously should be blazoned before a world that has long forgotten the inner food divine.”

The saint lifted her eyes for a minute, smiling with serene interest.

“Baba (honored father) knows best,” she answered meekly.

I was happy that she had taken no offense; one never knows how great yogis or yoginis will react to the thought of publicity. They shun it, as a rule, wishing to pursue in silence the profound soul research. An inner sanction comes to them when the proper time arrives to display their lives openly for the benefit of seeking minds.

“Mother,” I went on, “please forgive me, then, for burdening you with many questions. Kindly answer only those that please you; I shall understand your silence, also.”

She spread her hands in a gracious gesture. “I am glad to reply, insofar as an insignificant person like myself can give satisfactory answers.”

“Oh, no, not insignificant!” I protested sincerely. “You are a great soul.”

“I am the humble servant of all.” She added quaintly, “I love to cook and feed people.”

A strange pastime, I thought, for a non-eating saint!

“Tell me, Mother, from your own lipsdo you live without food?”

“That is true.” She was silent for a few moments; her next remark showed that she had been struggling with mental arithmetic. “From the age of twelve years four months down to my present age of sixty-eighta period of over fifty-six yearsI have not eaten food or taken liquids.”

“Are you never tempted to eat?”

“If I felt a craving for food, I would have to eat.” Simply yet regally she stated this axiomatic truth, one known too well by a world revolving around three meals a day!

“But you do eat something!” My tone held a note of remonstrance.

“Of course!” She smiled in swift understanding.

"Your nourishment derives from the finer energies of the air and sunlight,7 and from the cosmic power which recharges your body through the medulla oblongata.  

“Baba knows.” Again she acquiesced, her manner soothing and unemphatic.

“Mother, please tell me about your early life. It holds a deep interest for all of India, and even for our brothers and sisters beyond the seas.”

Giri Bala put aside her habitual reserve, relaxing into a conversational mood.

“So be it.” Her voice was low and firm. “I was born in these forest regions. My childhood was unremarkable save that I was possessed by an insatiable appetite. I had been betrothed in early years.

“‘Child,’ my mother often warned me, ‘try to control your greed. When the time comes for you to live among strangers in your husband’s family, what will they think of you if your days are spent in nothing but eating?’

“The calamity she had foreseen came to pass. I was only twelve when I joined my husband’s people in Nawabganj. My mother-in-law shamed me morning, noon, and night about my gluttonous habits. Her scoldings were a blessing in disguise, however; they roused my dormant spiritual tendencies. One morning her ridicule was merciless.

“‘I shall soon prove to you,’ I said, stung to the quick, ‘that I shall never touch food again as long as I live.’

“My mother-in-law laughed in derision. ‘So!’ she said, ‘how can you live without eating, when you cannot live without overeating?’

“This remark was unanswerable! Yet an iron resolution scaffolded my spirit. In a secluded spot I sought my Heavenly Father.

“‘Lord,’ I prayed incessantly, ‘please send me a guru, one who can teach me to live by Thy light and not by food.’

“A divine ecstasy fell over me. Led by a beatific spell, I set out for the Nawabganj ghat on the Ganges. On the way I encountered the priest of my husband’s family.

“‘Venerable sir,’ I said trustingly, ‘kindly tell me how to live without eating.’

“He stared at me without reply. Finally he spoke in a consoling manner. ‘Child,’ he said, ‘come to the temple this evening; I will conduct a special Vedic ceremony for you.’

“This vague answer was not the one I was seeking; I continued toward the ghat. The morning sun pierced the waters; I purified myself in the Ganges, as though for a sacred initiation. As I left the river bank, my wet cloth around me, in the broad glare of day my master materialized himself before me!

“‘Dear little one,’ he said in a voice of loving compassion, ‘I am the guru sent here by God to fulfill your urgent prayer. He was deeply touched by its very unusual nature! From today you shall live by the astral light, your bodily atoms fed from the infinite current.'”

Giri Bala fell into silence. I took Mr. Wright’s pencil and pad and translated into English a few items for his information.

The saint resumed the tale, her gentle voice barely audible. “The ghat was deserted, but my guru cast round us an aura of guarding light, that no stray bathers later disturb us. He initiated me into a kria technique which frees the body from dependence on the gross food of mortals. The technique includes the use of a certain mantra 8 and a breathing exercise more difficult than the average person could perform. No medicine or magic is involved; nothing beyond the krias.“

In the manner of the American newspaper reporter, who had unknowingly taught me his procedure, I questioned Giri Bala on many matters which I thought would be of interest to the world. She gave me, bit by bit, the following information:

“I have never had any children; many years ago I became a widow. I sleep very little, as sleep and waking are the same to me. I meditate at night, attending to my domestic duties in the daytime. I slightly feel the change in climate from season to season. I have never been sick or experienced any disease. I feel only slight pain when accidentally injured. I have no bodily excretions. I can control my heart and breathing. I often see my guru as well as other great souls, in vision.”

“Mother,” I asked, “why don’t you teach others the method of living without food?”

My ambitious hopes for the world’s starving millions were nipped in the bud.

“No.” She shook her head. “I was strictly commanded by my guru not to divulge the secret. It is not his wish to tamper with God’s drama of creation. The farmers would not thank me if I taught many people to live without eating! The luscious fruits would lie uselessly on the ground. It appears that misery, starvation, and disease are whips of our karma which ultimately drive us to seek the true meaning of life.”

“Mother,” I said slowly, “what is the use of your having been singled out to live without eating?”

“To prove that man is Spirit.” Her face lit with wisdom. “To demonstrate that by divine advancement he can gradually learn to live by the Eternal Light and not by food.”

The saint sank into a deep meditative state. Her gaze was directed inward; the gentle depths of her eyes became expressionless. She gave a certain sigh, the prelude to the ecstatic breathless trance. For a time she had fled to the questionless realm, the heaven of inner joy.

The tropical darkness had fallen. The light of a small kerosene lamp flickered fitfully over the faces of a score of villagers squatting silently in the shadows. The darting glowworms and distant oil lanterns of the huts wove bright eerie patterns into the velvet night. It was the painful hour of parting; a slow, tedious journey lay before our little party.

“Giri Bala,” I said as the saint opened her eyes, “please give me a keepsakea strip of one of your saris.“

She soon returned with a piece of Benares silk, extending it in her hand as she suddenly prostrated herself on the ground.

“Mother,” I said reverently, “rather let me touch your own blessed feet!”





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Footnotes:

1 In northern Bengal.

2 H. H. Sir Bijay Chand Mahtab, now dead. His family doubtless possesses some record of the Maharaja’s three investigations of Giri Bala.

3 Woman yogi.

4 “Remover of Obstacles,” the god of good fortune.

5 Sri Yukteswar used to say: “The Lord has given us the fruits of the good earth. We like to see our food, to smell it, to taste it-the Hindu likes also to touch it!” One does not mind hearing it, either, if no one else is present at the meal!

6 Mr. Wright also took moving pictures of Sri Yukteswar during his last Winter Solstice Festival in Serampore.

7 “What we eat is radiation; our food is so much quanta of energy,” Dr. George W. Crile of Cleveland told a gathering of medical men on May 17, 1933 in Memphis. “This all-important radiation, which releases electrical currents for the body’s electrical circuit, the nervous system, is given to food by the sun’s rays. Atoms, Dr. Crile says, are solar systems. Atoms are the vehicles that are filled with solar radiance as so many coiled springs. These countless atomfuls of energy are taken in as food. Once in the human body, these tense vehicles, the atoms, are discharged in the body’s protoplasm, the radiance furnishing new chemical energy, new electrical currents. ‘Your body is made up of such atoms,’ Dr. Crile said.  ‘They are your muscles, brains, and sensory organs, such as the eyes and ears.'”

Someday scientists will discover how man can live directly on solar energy. “Chlorophyll is the only substance known in nature that somehow possesses the power to act as a ‘sunlight trap,'” William L. Laurence writes in the New York Times. “It ‘catches’ the energy of sunlight and stores it in the plant. Without this no life could exist. We obtain the energy we need for living from the solar energy stored in the plant-food we eat or in the flesh of the animals that eat the plants. The energy we obtain from coal or oil is solar energy trapped by the chlorophyll in plant life millions of years ago. We live by the sun through the agency of chlorophyll.”

8 Potent vibratory chant. The literal translation of Sanskrit mantra is “instrument of thought,” signifying the ideal, inaudible sounds which represent one aspect of creation; when vocalized as syllables, a mantra constitutes a universal terminology. The infinite powers of sound derive from AUM, the “Word” or creative hum of the Cosmic Motor.

Source: https://www.crystalclarity.com/yogananda/chapter-46/

Adapted from Chapter 46, "The Woman Yogi Who Never Eats"

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Other Breatharians

We ALREADY Are Light Beings

So many now kicking and scratching for "ascension," or for getting to the coveted shores

 of the "forth dimension"or the "fifth dimension," or "heaven," or anywhere else that's not 

here, not sensing nor experiencing the multidimensionality of their own being, not 

knowing they're already "there," and always have been.

A  biophoton or Ultra-weak Photon Emission, (UPE) is a kind of light particle that is emitted by all living things.  Though it exists in the visible and ultraviolet spectrum, in order for us to see it, our eyes would have to be about 1,000 times more sensitive.

While we can’t see them with our eyes alone, technology has given us a glimpse and what it’s shown us may have a profound impact on us all.

Biophotons were first thought to be merely the byproduct of metabolic chemical reactions. That idea is being challenged with an exciting theory that claims biophotons have a much larger role to play when it comes to our physiology and quite possibly our consciousness as well.

Experiments are showing that biophotons (UPEs) can be captured and stored inside of cells and  can even travel through our nervous system; suggesting that biophotons might provide a way for cells to transfer energy and communicate information. It’s has also been suggested that UPEs might even have properties which help us to visualize images.

This makes sense considering how we’re creating computers. All computers are is silicon crystal chips which we pass light through to relay 0′s and 1′s. (Light on, Light Off). The first computer was literally built with a lightbulb and these punch-cards which had holes in them, which is how we would program computers.

Today, our computers are far more advanced, and yet at the core, the electrical information we are passing through computers today is still a form of light. Now our sciences are revealing humans work the same way, and Light carries information through our brain, nervous system, and even our DNA.

Yep! Scientists are finding that our DNA is a strong source of UPEs, it communicates with and is created from light itself! It’s been observed that DNA produces extremely high biophoton emissions and has excimer laser-like properties. Excimer lasers (or exciplex lasers)  are special lasers consisting pseudo-molecules that only exist in a highly excited state and emit light in the ultraviolet range.

If that wasn’t cool enough already, scientists have also discovered that not only do we emit light, we have the ability to affect it with our thoughts alone. In a recent study, participants were placed in a darkened room and asked to visualize a bright light. When they did this, they were able to increase their levels of biophoton emissions significantly, showing that our intentions have an influence on light itself!

In conclusion, Light appears to be a fundamental part of our being. It’s hard-coded into our very bodies to function directly with, and through – light. On top of that, the fact that we can affect light with our intentions alone… outstanding! It would appear those new age hippies are right when they say we are all beings of light.

Further references: GMI; NCBI Gov; TSS

Source:

Article written by Becky Barnica

http://humansarefree.com/2014/04/we-are-made-of-light-scientific-evidence.html

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

Transforming Saturn's Energy

The ring around Saturn is an imprisonment.  It’s imprisoned.  Saturn isn’t bad...And Lord of the Rings, and the principle of that, "One ring to rule them all," would be the ring that is around Saturn...They're using the moon as a transfer point to harvest souls...

So, what you've got is you've got Saturn, as we have now with the ring around it, projecting out a false reality pocket [that] hits the moon, and the moon is working like an amplifier which then creates and projects the false reality onto this planet. So, we're living an inverted reality here.  --Max Spiers

Source: Bases 37 - 50min30sec & 1hr:10min:09sec

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kx3R64G6-Rs

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Draconis describes Saturn's moons as its "prison guards."

Compare Spiers's comments with those of a remote viewing of Saturn by author / ET experiencer Eva Draconis.  A full recording of this ground breaking recording is at the end of this article.  Here are some highlights that, I believe, help us understand what has happened to Saturn, why it operates the way it does now:

"...the moons have very different purposes, and you could begin to see how it is meant that a variety of moons can be placed around a planet to create very specific alterations of the original purpose of that planet."
[@55min:11sec]

"...so the picture we have in front of us tells us that Saturn has been captured, injured.  She's being held down, and she's being distorted.  She has been used by sorcerers in history on Earth." [@1hr:23min:05sec]

"...I feel sad when I look at Saturn because I see her as a prisoner.  It's an extremely cruel treatment.  This is extremely sad to see, when I know what she is."
[@1hr:28min:36sec]

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Questions might arise as food for thought....

Could it be that in reality the planet/being Saturn is, at her very essence, a powerful yet beautiful, nurturing being?

Could it be she is currently "acting" in a destructive capacity calculated to reinforce our imposed manipulations and imprisonments here, her energy being harnessed through "tech" (moons and an encircling ring) placed around her just as physical and etheric implants are placed in US to manipulate our thoughts and actions?

Most importantly, could Saturn be released somehow?



And could the common person, you and me, without using manmade tech,
send out INTENTION that the encumbrances placed on Saturn be
decommissioned, neutralized, or relocated elsewhere, or altogether destroyed?
(I am split on destroying these entities, as they are living beings too,
so a topic for our collective discussion could be what might be the best
way to handle these entities; what exactly should our INTENTION be?)


Could an entire planet of said common persons, or at least a lot of us,
 successfully focus our energy like a LASER BEAM to effect this change?


Could the power of thought itself actually produce
tangible change like this within physical reality?


If so, what activities could you do on a consistent basis
that might assist in changing this situation for the better?

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While this might sound like a monumental task, I do not believe its implementation is beyond the realm of human capacity.  I believe quite the opposite!  I know what humans are capable of, which is why this whole control system here was set up in the first place...to harness our infinite powers.  The control system only persists because we collectively forget that we too are Creator Beings, just like the Annunaki, just like any other god misguidedly worshipped by the amnesiac little god beings of this planet: you and me.

To research in detail how exactly Saturn "has been used by sorcerers in history on Earth" as a tool to help manipulate and enslave us (and how she is still being used in that capacity, to this day), study the work of Jordan Maxwell.  However, I suggest you mentally arm yourself with the HOPE and POSSIBILITY OF CHANGE whenever viewing Maxwell's work, as well as that of David Icke, Miles Johnston, and others of their ilk.

While these individuals are good researchers and public speakers, and have contributed invaluably to extend our collective understanding of the perplexing phenomena which surrounds us, they tend to steer their mindsets on "staying in the problem," as 12 Step programs term it.  They passionately use phraseology implying there are no solutions, and never will be.  Notice in their orations how they exclaim things like, "You are just a slave!"  "We have no control!" and so forth.  This is mind control programming.

This fear-mongering, has the deleterious effect of reinforcing the very mind control programming that these researchers all claim to have spent their entire careers fighting against...have they fought against it really, or have they, inadvertently / unintentionally / subconsciously been mascots and cheerleaders, avid proponents of it?  Do they even realize the role their chosen style of delivery of this information has ...in promoting it?  Are they being directed to do this, as a trade-off for being allowed to continue doing their work?  Would they have been taken out long ago had they not made this trade-off?

Who knows, really.  Only they know what promises they've made, and to whom.  Are these affirmations of slavery mantras they actually live by?  It does make one wonder.  However, whatever their inner dialogues are, really, it's not for us to judge.  It's a matter between them, and their Maker.  If this is the truth as they understand it, that they are slaves and always will be, if they define their existence here as such, then so be it.  That's their personal business to do so.

But it doesn't mean you and I, the listeners, have to adopt this sad mindset.  Their imbalanced perceptions don't have to, and indeed shouldn't, become ours.  So, watch for that.  Be mentally vigilant and alert.  Listen to your inner dialogue.  Research their work about the dynamics of disempowerment imposed upon us here through myriad means, but at the same time stay mentally empowered.  Be sure not to let them, nor anyone else, control your narrative.  Always think for yourself.  

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Here is the full session recording of Eva's findings (note: for this session she is using a natural remote viewing process, and not employing formal CRV protocols).  Please listen to it all the way through.  Eva had a dim view of Saturn ("...I was fully expecting Saturn to be a Satanic planet...[but] Saturn is an enslaved and injured planet...the most beautiful eminence of peace in our solar system...held captured by the rocks and moons around her refuse to let her...emanate her own song of beauty and peace" 38:14), as did I.  But a further look at this planet with fresh eyes and an open mind, revealed that things are not as they seem.  Like each of us here, the energy of this planetary body, and perhaps others, is being manipulated and transmuted toward nefarious ends.

Peace, and happy manifesting! 

JSNTLC

Third Attempt

Ha, third time really is the charm!  Tonight I attempted to repost the actual text from a YouTube post I wrote in September 2016 below, but it didn't work again.  Back in 2016 immediately after I had written it, the text was not visible when I attempted to post it (though I was able to post the text in the comment section directly below where the post should have been; but that text doesn't show up in search engines; so whoever was hacking my blog, knew what they were doing in that regard).  Tonight, I revisited it and figured out there had to be some code in the text itself that I couldn't see, so I cut and pasted it into another program, then pasted it here.  It worked to remove whatever the code was.  

Please repost, or store the text somewhere, and tell a friend.  For some reason, someone doesn't want this posted --all the more reason to read and share it. :) Thanks.


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Frater Oculus
7:08 AM
Bizarre, thanks for that. Quite suspect to me. Why need the DNA? Why can't he explain a little better what his intentions are?



JustSayNoTo LooshCommodity
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I think a parade of these kinds of guys, and women, are going to come out of the woodwork. This Rudolf and Peter the Insider guy, they're just targeting the alternative media demographic. It get a lot bigger.

I had a vet post on that FaceBook page I had (Jessica Northey, I think was her name) and say there's some new program with the VA basically asking vets to give DNA samples for some kind of promised benefit (dangling a carrot is a common feature). She was just about to do it, but felt something was suspect, then declined. So that's how the veteran demographic is being hit.

And have you seen these clinics popping up? There are one or two in the high end neighborhoods where I live. You give them your DNA sample and they give you the promise they will designer-make you cures for any disease you "might get." Why bother with doctors. They keep it on-tap, just in case. So, they've got the rich folks demographic covered.

Then, you've got the Ancestry.com folks with, "Send in your DNA sample, and we'll tell ya' where your ancestors are from" scam going on, yet another easy DNA grab.

Yeah, Cynthia Brewer, years ago, warned this would happen, that they'll patent our own DNA, then sell it back to us to cure the disease we have, that they designer made for each of us, or something like that (see Kerry Cassidy's interview with her). Now, it seems like that's actually about to happen, like all these DNA grabs are prep for some future bioweapons to be unleashed on the public.

I don't know, something's up, man. Bottom line, keep asking questions. What you modeled in your exchange with the Nazi Satanist guy was good work, really crucial for humanity to stop being so gullible and at least ASK QUESTIONS, and just say no if something's not right.

I have a feeling we're about to be inundated with ETs and humans "offering help" for carefully orchestrated, socially-engineered "problems" we'll be facing in the near future. A sense of discernment is crucial. Thanks for what you did. It might just change things, who knows.

JSNTLC

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