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.

Operation Spyglass: Eight Reasons for Military Abductions (Milabs)

Below is a transcript of an excerpt of Aaron McCollum’s interview with alternative media show host, Bernard Alvarez, recorded in 2010.  I transcribed it and posted it on my Facebook page a year or so ago, then James Rink reposted it on his website, as well.  I am presenting this eye-opening information again, here.  It is of interest to me because I believe I am, for whatever reason(s), still being abducted, unfortunately.  Compare and contrast it with related research you come across, as well as your own experiences if they apply.  Unfortunately, the reasons given for milabs get more and more macbre as the article goes on.  Reasons 6, 7 and 8 are especially hard to take.  I provided supplemental information from other sources which seem to corroborate Aaron's testimony.  I was seriously unsettled for weeks after posting this, and still have a hard time reading over it.

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Operation Spyglass is the United States's global operation of military abductions.  Depending on the operation, if it was within the United States, or any of the U.S. territories, and then even sometimes [in] other countries, it was primarily a United States operation.  However, there were times when it was more of a co-operation with other branches, and even sometimes we would use regular military personnel who were under the impression they were doing something that really wasn’t [what they were doing].

I’ll give you an example…









1. Illegal Immigrants

The U.S. Coast Guard does a lot of immigration interdiction, and they work with the INS on this.  So let’s say that there is someone coming into the country illegally.  And after the intel has been done, they fit the bill for someone who could be used later (and I could talk about this more, who exactly gets targeted for military abductions, but...), if it served us, we could have the regular Coast Guard intercept them, detain them, bring them onshore to INS agents which weren’t really INS agents, and these illegal immigrants would be bussed off.

But, they didn’t go to an INS holding facility, and more than likely they weren’t shipped back to their home country.  They were taken elsewhere…for other things.

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2. Program Defectors 

There are several reasons why [other kinds of] military abductions happen, and I’ll explain that now.  One reason is if you have someone, and let’s say it’s someone working in the projects, say a remote viewer or some kind of super soldier, someone who has been trained, specialized for a certain task, and for some reason, you could say the programming malfunctions and they defect, they run away, they escape.  Or you have maybe an engineer, scientist, whatever, [who] has decided they don’t want to be a part of it any more.  They know they can’t just walk out the front gates, so they escape.

[Then, one of two] things will happen there.  Depending on who they are, what they know, they may just be killed. They’d send down a team, we’d go, we would find them, and we would, um, kill them. They’d be assassinated in some way or form to make it look like it was an accident, suicide, whatever.

But, going back to the military abductions, one of the teams that I was with, if one of these people ran away, they defected, then we would be assigned to go get them and bring them back.  So that’s [another] reason for military abductions.





On Tracking Children’s DNA for Eventual Recruitment

Now, for the past 35-40 years, somewhere between [those numbers], EVERY CHILD that’s born in a hospital in the United States, a sample of their DNA is taken.  That DNA mapping is then sent to several places.  One of the places it's sent to is a “special interest location” that is ran by the NSA.  The Shadow Government, people like me and others in the field that we’re in, we just label [these operations collectively] as “MK Ultra,” because MK Ultra was kind of like the grandfather of all [the] operations [actively employed on the public right] now…so I’ll refer to that for rest of the show, just because it’s easier for me to do that.

OK, “MK Ultra,” then, can access this DNA database, and [they] can actually, based on the DNA, and knowing who the parents are, they can almost do an exact, accurate “prediction,” if you will, on what [covert programs] this kid may be utilized for later on.

This is where the recruitment [process] takes place, but most of the time they just stick with [selecting people based on their] bloodline.  If the grandfather was used in some way, and the father was used in some way, or the mother and the daughter, most likely generation after generation it’s pretty much a guaranteed thing.  My family is a prime example of that.





3. Persons of Opportunity

Occasionally you have a child that was born at home or somewhere else, and they are off the radar.  Well, let’s fast-forward.  Now you have this child that may be five years old and some kind of anomaly occurs. You know, the kid’s in a candy store and has a temper tantrum and all the glass in the candy store breaks, shatters.  Or, something happens with that child, that boy or that girl, and word gets out –this isn’t that common, but it does happen– and somehow gets back to MK Ultra.  Now they’ve shown interest in this child.  It may not even be a child.  It could be someone much older.  It could be someone in their 20s, in their 30s.

Now, because of their age, it’s already too late to “break them in,” but they could be “a person of opportunity.”  And this did happen with me: I was in Boston, I received orders [about] a woman in New York who had slipped through the cracks, she was a psychic/remote viewer, and they wanted to use her as a person of opportunity for an operation we were doing in Boston.  So we go, we get her, we bring her back, they use her for the purposes that they used her for, [her] memories are suppressed, and she is returned.  So, that is a person of opportunity.

[Note: Aaron is referring here to Anya Briggs.  She and Aaron discussed the abductions during a 2010 recorded interview on BlogTalk Radio, and the interview has since been removed entirely from the internet.   In 2011, Anya and many others appeared at a White House Bioethics Commission hearing to protest their treatment and hopefully have their targeting and unwilling participation in these programs remediated, i.e., stopped.  They were not successful, and the targeting continues to this day.  Below is a video of some of their 2011 White House testimonies, with a link to the transcripts.  Anya's transcript could be found here]

Transcript: https://bioethicsarchive.georgetown.edu/pcsbi/node/225.html

4. Info Mules 

But there are two [types of persons] of opportunity.  This isn’t a Manchurian candidate because a Manchurian candidate is actually a whole other thing.  Then you have other people who are “info mules.”  What that is is certain people who have been targeted for this –and if one person has been targeted for it, and it’s happened to them, then it usually reoccurs with that same person.

What this is is someone is taken through military abduction, through Operation Spyglass, and information is actually downloaded into their head.  This can happen.  Mind you, they are under almost a trance-like state.  They are under severe, kind of a "shock treatment" of mind control.  They go to a location, and then that information is extracted out.  Why is this done?  Well, with today’s technology if you give someone information in a thumb drive, or you have someone put something on an SD card, on a cell phone or whatever, there’s technology to intercept that information.  However, if you download it into their head, it’s a much more secure way.  So, that’s [how] an information mule [is] used.

This is not necessarily [done through] hypnosis, but it’s more [likely done] electronically.  I can’t really explain the exact process because I wasn’t one of the operators or engineers.  I was just "the go-to guy" –get ‘em, bring ‘em, take ‘em back, you know, and move onto the next task.  They don’t know what hit ‘em.  They usually wake up disoriented, eyes are fuzzy, they may be a little dehydrated, and usually they’re so confused that, you know, they think they either have a bad hangover, or their drink was spiked.  Sometimes it’s so unusual that they don’t want to talk about it at all, and they suppress that.






5. Human Lab Rats

This one is a little bit more intense –I have to say that before I describe this, [so] this is my audience warning.

You have people that are taken to be used as, really, human lab rats, where they are taken to underground facilities [DUMBs] and they’re used to test out new drugs, biological weapons, any new technology that they want to test on humans.  They won’t test these things on animals because, frankly, it won’t have the same results as the real thing. So humans are taken as lab rats, and they’re kept there indefinitely.









6. Sex Slavery/Pedophile Rings 

Then you have other humans, primarily children (again, this is why I had to warn your audience), that are taken for two things.  One, you have children and younger people taken that are then put into the national and international sex slave projects for [purposes] more [having to do with] the elite…and other things.









7. Adrenochrome Harvesting 

And then you have [children] who are taken for –and this is where it gets a little bit more, you could say controversial, but I’ve seen it myself, and others have spoken about this, as well.  There is a biological chemical within the brain that is extracted when you invoke fear, and the easiest way for them to do this is through torture.  Whether that’s psychological torture or physical torture, the results are the same.  And what they’re physically extracting is known as adrenochrome.  This adrenochrome is then used as a euphoric, biological drug that is used by beings not of this planet.

[Note: McCollum said the following paragraph at about 37min:30sec, but I inserted it here for cohension of subject matter]

This isn’t second-hand information.  This [adrenochrome extraction/use] is something I did see.  At one of the facilities I was at, I definitely did see this. This was at a facility at Vancouver, British Columbia, which was a major outpost, one of my main outposts for doing milabs around the Pacific Rim.  And yes, I did witness it there.  And again, this is where it gets a little more controversial, you could say, but I did witness this.  And I know it in my heart and soul, so I’m not afraid to say: it’s not necessarily the humans that are “getting off,” you could say, on the adrenochrome.

[Note, compare with similar testimony from Phil Schneider in 1995: “There are nine races of alien populations that look at a human being as a bag of food…they don’t eat the flesh and the bones, and all that kind of stuff.  They use the glandular secretions of animals and human beings as a mixture of the vitamins for their food.  They get high off of our adrenal gland substances, called adrenochrome.  It’s something like cocaine to them.”   Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xedmfAgx8eg 33min:40sec

Also compare with this excerpt from Fritz Springmeier's and Cisco Wheeler's book, DEEPER INSIGHTS INTO THE ILLUMINATI FORMULA: 


ADRENALCHROME (Adrenal Chromaffin)

This naturally occurring yellowish brown drug was not mentioned in the Vol. 2 book, although it was mentioned in this author’s newsletters in ’93 and May ’95 The drug is obtained by sacrificing a terrified person, perhaps by plunging the athame into them, and then taking a hypodermic needle and extracting the adrenalchrome from the base of the neck in the pineal gland. A sacrificed person only yields about 10 c.c. so the drug is not only very secret on the black market but very expensive. A Scientific American article by Carmichael and Winkler is the best thing that I have discovered on the adrenalchrome. The Max Planck Institute in Germany did research into Adrenalchrome.

Dirty law-enforcement officials and others have worked to keep the existence of adrenalchrome a secret. It is not known if Adrenalchrome has ever been used for programming, but it is a popular secret drug of the elite Illuminati kingpins. For many years, they were not able to synthetically produce the drug, and had to rely on human sacrifices as their source. It is possible that in the last year or so, that some method to synthesize the drug may have been found. Chromaffin cells secrete adrenaline, noradrenaline and other substances into the bloodstream which exert a great deal of control over tissue, and organs.






8. Spare Parts 

 And then the last [reason for abductions, an activity] which has pretty much stopped now (it’s almost really done away with, because there’s really no need for it, but…) humans being taken for spare parts, whether it is a lung, an arm, an eye, whatever.  So, those are the main reasons for military abductions.  Now of course, there could be other reasons involved, [such as] taking someone that maybe is a political figure of another country, and wanting to get information out of [him or her].  But those are the main reasons for military abductions within the United States, and internationally, under Spyglass.



[Note, compare with similar "spare parts"-related testimony by Barry King in 1995:

“The program diverted some years ago to a very sinister side when they were using spare parts from humans.  They were abducting people, a lot of these people never saw the light of day, again.  They were used as spare parts, very like the film, Coma.  In fact, that’s sort of ‘regional hospital policy,’ where they’d get taken to a certain operating theater, and that’s the ‘termination room.’  Well, think of that literally, and that is what happens at Harwell [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYeolfsBZKg] and Peasemore [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SN260kQTe0].  Various individuals are abducted, taken there, they never come out again.  Again they’re used as nice, [?] specimens.  In the beginning it was just a random thing.  Anyone would do.  I mean, obviously we could get a number of good spare parts from this person, all well and good.  And then they started to get very fussy.   Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPgOHIuSdBA at 16mins:03sec]

The full audio interview between Aaron and Bernard is here:

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGnsfTjU4n0  

(transcribed excerpt begins at approx. 22mins:30sec mark).

God help us all.

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.

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!



  

On Angels

I have found that, as per the stereotype, angels really do like to sing about things, a lot.  If a person
 does a noble thing, depending on the person's connection to the angelic realm, the angels will sing a
 song about the person's deed.  They also record historic events this way.  I think this is where 
humans of old learned to write and recite odes like The Iliad, or like in India and Africa where long 
documents are memorized, and easily recalled via chanting.  I think we learned to do this from the angels.

I've seen that the angels come in a variety of types. Nice artwork in the video, but in my experience no, none looked like scantilly-clad, winged Victoria's Secret models, lol. But, I found some to be gentle, have a vibration of peace and upliftment, so they are "beautiful" in that sense.

Others really do look like babies as portrayed by the putti in old European paintings. These adore the energy of human babies and young children because it matches their own so closely. So, they love entertaining babies and children. They put on performances for them, like little parades and whatnot, and you'll see babies and children squealing in delight as they look at something you can't see.

And, there are others who are very tall, carry swords, and are straight-up warriors. You tend to stand at attention around these beings, and know that they mean business.  There are incarnated archangels among us...which is a good thing, and a not so good thing, really.   Erol Asya mentioned how "angel technology" has been militarized and, along with other phenomena, comprises "one of the oldest super soldier programs" on this planet.  I believe him to be accurate in this statement.

A word of caution, though.  Don't readily trust every seemingly angelic presence before you.  There are duplicitous, vile, parasitic interdimensional beings who regularly impersonate angels.  So be as discerning as possible when dealing with what claims to be an angel.


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Source:
YouTube comment by JSNTLC beneath Alex Collier video, on studio9jam's channel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDWWC17zy8Q

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.

That Thing That I Do #3: Seeing Past Lives

Now here I go again, I see ...a crystal vision.  But I keep my visions to myself.

In a post I made on this blog this past August, Anya Briggs described how sometimes when she's been doing her DNA activations lately, a person's past life information will kind of stand out in the person's energy field.  She makes this kind of sweeping gesture with her hand from the third eye area of her head as she said this, which I don't think she even realized she did, and which I thought was an interesting gesture.  I totally get what she meant.

Her discussing this reminded me of my own ability to see past lives.  I used to share this information with people.  But, it gets frustrating, due to all the expectations people have about what their past lives should look like.  So, at this point in time, I absolutely hate seeing mine and others' past lives.  The last few years, I have tried hard to tamp this ability down in my being, shut it off, as it were.

If someone told me he were doing that, I'd tell him not to do it, but rather, just be himself, let it happen.  Yet, that hasn't been my approach with this in my own life, quite the contrary.  I would like to say I'm trying to integrate it, to be OK with it, to be comfortable in my skin with it.  But, I 'm just not there yet.  I've just never been comfortable with this ability.  I would rather see dead people (which I do), than see past lives.

Salience

Anyway, I have found that the images of our past are perceptible to my mind holographically depending on what our souls deem to be the most salient of our experiences, the most memorable things, the most meaningful.  That's what I will see.  Salient doesn't mean bad experiences, nor good, just whatever was the most  meaningful, for whatever reason.

The experiences in a certain incarnation will leave an indelible mark in a person's spirit, and we will carry the energy of it lifetime after lifetime, stuck in our souls like lint on a sweater.  We could let go of this energy package by letting go of our attachment to it.  This is why the Buddhists and the yogis exhort people not to form mental/emotional attachments to things.

This information that is always with us is perceived holographically by people like me, and probably Anya too (but I have not asked her personally, so I don't know for sure --each person experiences thing differently).  I will see, smell, hear, and feel many things at once related to some salient incident you've had in a past life, though the present version of you obviously wouldn't remember it happening.

It's interesting to note that small children around 3 or 4 sometimes do have amazingly clear recall of salient experiences their souls have had.  They are able to name people, places, events, much of which could be researched and confirmed (Dr. Ian Stevenson has done this work).  This reminds me of what people have called, "body memory," where your body "remembers" throughout your life abuse that happened when you were a baby or toddler.  But, your mind has no recollection of it.  Often, children lose most, if not all, their past life recall by 9 or 10, though some part of them never forget, ever.

As you might imagine, this ability has lead me to see a wide variety of things about a wide variety of people, including me.  Sometimes, though, it is just TMI.  Most of the time it is.  I would rather just shut the ability down, really, so I do.

Misconceptions

People miss out on the value of past life readings, the unique, potentially life-changing messages they bring, because it's too hard for them to escape the narrow boxes in which they've allowed their minds to get stuck.  Past life info is their own soul's love letter to them.  It is the wisdom of their own life experiences trying to communicate to them, too often a wasted effort.

People like me are just messengers, facilitators, not originators of the messages' contents.  Part of why I don't like sharing what I see is the ignorance I encounter that is difficult if not impossible to navigate.  For instance, a lot goes into why we've chosen to be how we are in past lives, and in the current lifetime, too much to describe here.  That's not the important part, but people get too wrapped up worrying about it, and miss the point of the message.

The following are a few of what are, in  my opinion, misconceptions I've noticed people have about  past lives, that tend to distract them from the messages they need to understand for their souls' growth.



1. The Past Life Person Must Look Identical to the Current Life Person 

I've seen people scoff at someone's past life claims saying, "You don't look anything like that person, so you couldn't have been that person in a past life!"  Where do people get this "fact" from, people who often don't even really believe in past life phenomena to begin with?   What never ceases to amaze me is how people like this suddenly just know all the "rules" of a thing, how it all goes down, despite never having studied the topic neither intellectually, nor experientially.

They just know the rules because, I don't know, that's how it was portrayed in a movie they'd seen, so they assume that's how things must be.  In fact, the soul could incarnate as a dog if it wanted to, or a being of an "alien race" of some sort, or as its own grandchild (which happens more than one might think!)...it doesn't matter.  These are just outer shells.

There isn't some dopey "rule" to how the soul must come back, how it must look.  Most people are not going to have an image of their past life self, anyway, so when and how did that start being a  requirement, or "proof"?  Does it mean they never had past lives because they can't prove it with pics?  See how useless this "must look identical" argument gets?   Who made this rule, and more importantly, why do people keep robotically following it?  They don't question it; it is "just so."

The other day, I watched a YouTube video of this guy doing a PowerPoint presentation about past lives.  I think he did OK, until he did that side by side photographs thing and went on this diabtribe about how much the current life child "looks like" his purported past life self.

Fail.

I guess if the child had been of a different race or sex, or the same of both but just looked physically different, that would be "evidence" that the child was lying, and it couldn't be the child's past life.  But no, here's this grown a** man, misguiding an audience with his ignorance on this aspect of past lives, thereby creating another 50 misinformed people, who will each go home and "enlighten" another 20 of their friends when they share what they "learned" at this workshop...and so the ignorance is passed on.  Oy.

Having said all this however, I must say there really are rare instances where people just happen to be well-known characters from the past, and visual documentation of the past life person does happen to exist.  I think David Wilcock is an example of this, and that he really was Edward Cayce in an immediate past life.  I'm not into astrology. but I did find the similarities of their two charts quite striking.  David and Edgar's lives have been wrought with uncanny synchronicities, and this is only one of them.   But this is, like I said, an extremely rare case.

I just don't know how to sort these wonderful things out with the know-it-alls I've encountered embracing their staid, preconceived rules and regulations, other than to just not discuss it with them in the first place, pearls before swine, and all that.  That's the route I've found most effective, and the route I tend to take.  People put up walls of ignorance that are too tiring to attempt to scale.



2. The Past Life Person Must Be of the Same Sex and Gender Identity

Anyway, another misconception, as I mentioned above, is that if you're a certain sex and gender in this lifetime, you must have been that exact same sex and gender in your past life or lives, too.  You're supposed to come back as a little mini-me of who you were before, right?  Again, this rigid thinking I have found to be quite incorrect, both for men and for women.

In our societies we assign so much meaning to sex and gender identity, it just gets psychotic and ridiculous.  It is a politically, socially, morally charged subject.  People kill other people over this topic.  So many schemas are piled upon our thoughts about sex and gender, that we project them and overlay them onto totally unrelated things.

But the soul doesn't care about this crap, as we do.  It comes back how it believes it needs to come back, in whatever state of being it needs.  I've had males get indignant when I told them about a female past life, as though I am intimating that today they're gay or something  (and we wouldn't want that, omigod no! ...homophobic much?).

People tend to project their current life values onto how they believe the past life person should be, and miss entirely the lesson(s) presented by that lifetime, the whole purpose of past life information.  Learning about one's past life should not be for sensationalistic purposes, but should be viewed as a teaching tool for spiritual growth and self-awareness.

A case in point...



3. The Past Life Person Must Be in Accordance with the Moral Values of the Current Life Person

This is less of a misconception and more of a "disappointment," than anything else.  People get upset when their souls were involved in things in a past life that the soul is against in this life.  Here is an example of that:

I knew one guy who I clearly saw had been a Buddhist monk for many lifetimes, which he had already known before I pointed it out to him.  But I also saw that during the World War II era, he became a Nazi assassin, a very good one, in fact.  In the current life he is reliving his Buddhist meditational life, what his soul knows best and feels most comfortable with.  However, he finds there are all these souls in this lifetime that he somehow feels obligated to, as though he's making amends to them for something.  This had always puzzled him.  Also, he had visited Europe and said that when his foot touched German soil, it felt chillingly familiar.  "I knew I'd been there before, I just knew it," he told me.

He suffered a great deal of cognitive dissonance concerning the idea of having been a Nazi in his past life.   The seeming confirmations were there, but it did not match his current perceptions of himself.   "But, it's against everything I believe in," he protested.  "I don't get how a switch like that is even possible."  Yet, it made perfect sense to me.  I saw clairvoyantly that in his first few lifetimes as a monk he started out very sincere, very loving.  Lifetime after lifetime he kept coming back to this lifestyle.  He had stunted his own growth by not trying new things, not exploring.  He wasn't growing any more spiritually.  It had become too comfortable for him, too safe.

He was bored and had begun intellectualizing the loving message of the Buddha.  He was no longer operating from a heart center, but was all in his head with this.  Buddhism had become a matter of following strict rules and regulations.  And while he excelled at living this lifestyle, took it very seriously (perhaps too much so), as with any religious group there were many who didn't, and this greatly angered him.  Behind the pretext of purity there was elicit sex and other offenses the monks did which opposed the very rules they swore to uphold.

He grew more and more conspiratorial in his nature, eyeing people, judging them, endeavoring to control them.  His spirit had already become an archetypal Nazi long before he had incarnated into the German lifetime.  As a monk he wanted only "purity" in the monastery at all costs.  He wanted to rid it of inferior beings not worthy to be there, not worthy of being alive, really, if they could not uphold the golden teaching of the Buddha.  I know this sounds convoluted, but like I said, the soul's logic is not society's logic.  It has its own experiential logic.

It's understandable, then, how the vibrations of Germany's fascist Nazism would be the perfect outlet in which to exercise the the contempt he felt for others who couldn't conform to the stringent standards to which he could conform, who didn't play by the rules as he could.  As an assassin, his targets were not of the Allied forces, but were other Nazis whom his superiors deemed were not up to par.  With pleasure, he took them out in a myriad of clever ways.  He didn't aspire to being a Nazi  really, he just liked doing the work.  He felt he was making the world a better place.

Will this soul ever take the time, in this or a future life, to learn how to love, rather than control, others?  Will these soul stories help him get out of his head, and get back into his heart center?  These issues are for him to work out, not for us to postulate.  I only present his case here as an anecdote.  We must each mind our own paths.

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It's common with lifetimes that we make these huge swings of the pendulum as this man had, going from one lifestyle, to its seeming opposite, and back again many times.  It just happens that way.  Sometimes, we manage to find a middle ground, but it may take many lifetimes before we accept it, and even more lifetimes before we successfully integrate it.  For whatever reasons, that only our souls know, we choose the paths that we choose.  The more we accept this about ourselves and integrate it, the better off we'll be.  It's not the details of who were that matters; it's the message that counts.

I have tried to integrate this ability to read past lives into my current life.  I would think I didn't come into this life with the ability for nothing.  But too many mine fields people have created within their egos blow up whenever I share what I see and it doesn't match what they would prefer to hear.  I find it a frustrating waste of time.  I do admire people like Anya who have the patience to do that work.  I know I'm just not one of those people.


Thank you for reading.

The Grand Master and the Eastern Star

The Grand Master

My uncle was a Most Worshipful Grand Master Mason.  He was also a career military man.  I believe he served a full 20 years, if not more.  He and his wife never had children.  This left them free to travel the world, and that is what they did.  They had trinkets from many countries, though over all they had few material possessions compared to most, I guess because they moved so often it wasn't practical to pack and unpack.  My uncle was often in Hawaii on Masonic business, but his home base remained in the mainland United States.

In contrast, my father, the eldest of several sons, wanted nothing to do with Masons, and I believe he never joined them.  I sort of take after him in that I, too, can't quite muster up the "company" mindset, can't really get into the "group mentality" kind of thinking.  He didn't serve the full 20 years of service in the military as his younger brother had.  So when I was growing up, we didn't have base privileges.  I remember my mom always gave him a lot of grief about that, haha, because all her friends did.  It really bothered her.

As a teenager, I managed to get on base with my best friend, who did have a base ID, and so we would frequently work out at the gym, run around the track.  And my friend bought things for me from the BX, while I waited outside.  I think another friend got me into the NCO club once or twice, to go dancing.  So, for the most part, I never suffered due to a lack of ID. :)   I grew up around all military families, now that I think about it.  It was part of my culture, part of who I was, and am, I guess.

Any way, back to my uncle.  The Most Worshipful Grand Master was always well-dressed whenever he visited.  He and my aunt would drive up in some kind of two-seater sports car.  I can't remember the make and model of it now, though.  He was always cordial to me, but later in my life he and I had a clash, and I never kept in contact with him after that.   He died some  years ago in Utah, where he lived many years after retiring (had he become a Mormon?).

My father never seemed to approve of my uncle's life.  He smiled in his face whenever my uncle visited, but then grumbled under his breath for a while after he left.  I never knew why, really.  I would understand later that my father, having grown up with the guy, knew another, darker side of my uncle beside the "upstanding" public facade my uncle tended to present.  In fact, I have found that with my family, things aren't always what they seem.

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Interesting lyrics, and album imagery, considering.



The Eastern Star

Two of my father's sisters, the eldest and the youngest, were Eastern Star members, the female side of the Masonic Lodge.  But I believe the middle sisters did not join the lodge, as my father hadn't.  I'm not sure on that, however, but pretty sure.  I remember when I was a teenager, the younger Eastern Star aunt used to talk quite a bit about the the charity work she did with the lodge.  She loved working with children, gathering donations, and helping with fundraiser events.  She seemed to find quite a bit of fulfillment in all that.

I think, however, there was a whole lot more to the younger aunt than what was apparent, even to her.  Now, this aunt was an extremely beautiful woman.  She really did look like a movie star.  She had long dark hair, and you really couldn't tell what race she was.  She could have been Italian, or Greek, or Brazilian, or Middle Eastern.  It was hard to tell.  You would just be blinded by a whole lot of  pretty whenever she walked into a room.  People would stare everywhere we went, and I didn't feel like I was related to someone so beautiful.

To top it off, she had been married for some years to an entertainment industry guy.  I hadn't realized how high up (relatively-speaking) this guy was until his death some years ago.  I noticed it had been briefly cited in a few mainstream news venues, which totally surprised me when I read the write-ups.  It seemed he had been chums with a few noted celebrities, some were even "old friends" of his.  New to me.

An image fraught with symbolism as per-
tains to beta programming.  Its photo-
grapher, Masanori Aoki, did an entire 
spread called, "Brides with Cat Heads 
and Diamonds" for Vogue Japan's 2014 
bridal magazine insert.  I couldn't f*****
believe it when I saw it!  MK Ultra is 
alive and well, it seems. 

Now.  At this point, some of you more keen students of contemporary mind control culture probably have a good idea about where this story is going.  Others of you, well, you'd better do your homework.  It is difficult to say this, and of course I'd like to be wrong and hope I am, but I am almost certain this aunt was a beta-programmed asset, a "sex kitten," and perhaps performed such assignments as being an information mule, an "extractor" of information, or even much worse than that (reference Candy Jones's story). And why I said that this part of her life may not have been "apparent, even to her," is that often such assets are under heavy mind control, and have alters they themselves are not even aware of (reference The Manchurian Candidate).

I base this supposition on observations my father had shared with me over the years about her, on the above general family profile peppered with Masonic and military influences, and on what I personally observed about aspects of her personality and lifestyle.  At the time my dad shared these insights with me, I thought he was being rather harsh and judgmental.  But now, knowing what I know, every detail makes total sense to me.  I understand where he was coming from: things about his little sister's life weren't adding up, and he was just concerned (and probably quite accurate in his assessments, unfortunately).

So, having studied this topic for many years, and putting the pieces together about my aunt's life, I am almost certain of it.  It would not surprise me if she had been used as what they call a "presidential model" level asset, and if her Hollywood husband had been her "handler."  I remember he seemed very controlled in his demeanor, his movements very stiff and measured, his eyes uncomfortably piercing, his expression serious even when smiling.  Things seemed more like business between them.



There is a whole lot more I could say about the Grand Master and the Eastern Star.  But, I will leave it here.  I just meant to share some things about the family I'm from, to try to understand myself, and maybe understand what might be happening to me and why.

Thanks for reading.

​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/

Oh, and Did I Mention I Have the Rh- Blood Factor?

Discerning Truth from Hype

Generally, I find online there is an astounding amount of distortion and misinformation on this subject, especially all these stupid YouTube videos coming out in hordes lately.  They amount to no more than attempts at freaking you out with ooga booga fear porn.  Don't fall for it.  As I always say, when they know you're onto something important, they will censor it...or in this case, inundate you with distorted information mixed with bits of truth, then hide it in plain sight in front of you, the best place to hide a thing.  The goal of this is to leave you confused, misinformed, and most of all, fearful.  Another goal seems to be to keep us separated and suspicious of each other.  That way, we could never unite, and collectively fight against their agendas.

Don't let "them" control the narrative in your mind regarding this or any other topic.  Learn things for yourself, come to your own conclusions.  Be lead by the wisdom of your intuition, not by the stupidity of your fear.  A few (hopefully helpful) tips and clarifications:

• Everyone has psi ability, it's natural to all people, rh- or not 
 
• People with rh- factored blood come in EVERY color of the rainbow, are found in every so-called "race" and location on this planet, though it is true there are higher concentrations found in some populations more than others.  But this is also true with other human traits, as well. 

• ALL rh- factored blood people do not have light-colored eyes, and/or red hair.  That is a myth.  I assure you, I have neither.  There may have been some truth to this at one point in history for whatever reasons, but it is not true now.  Don't ignorantly lump people together and assume things: "Oh, that girl has green eyes.  Run, the Annunaki are gonna' get us!"
 
• Researchers and former shadow government insiders pretty much concur that human genetics on this planet are a combination of several different species.  This includes reptilian genetics thrown in, as evidenced by our "old (reptilian) brains" we ALL possess in our heads. So if you really, really want to see a reptilian hybrid person, don't look for an rh- person.  Just look in the mirror.
    
• Supposedly, many rh- people have been royalty and magicians throughout history.  Now this might be impressive, were it not for the reality that these same folks have been and still do essentially amount to no more than puppets for darker elements who really run this planet.  The royalty and magicians' emotional/psi/sexual energies are co-opted as loosh commodity, and their bodies are mechanically utilized for breeding.  Reptilians have bred themselves into human bloodlines to use and control us, not to make us "impressive" in any way.  


• So, don't get enamored with the hogwash put forth on YouTube that simultaneously demonizes while also glorifying rh- people.  The social engineers like to try to herd and polarize our thinking into a simple-minded, childlike either/or mentality, leaving no room for variety of thought nor in-depth understanding.  Bottom line, whatever our blood types are, we all must live as humans and deal with our personal issues, as well as live out our life purposes here. 

Can I Get an Amen?

OK, with that out of the way, now "my anointed brothers, my educated sisters"...grab your mason jar lemonade and round paper fans, don your outrageous church lady hats, and let's listen in to a Blogtalk Radio show, where a MasterTeacher33 fellow gives us an in-depth lecture (sermon?) about how information on rh- factored people, or "bloodliners," a nickname you might hear studying this topic, has been encoded throughout the Christian Bible, specifically within the Hebrew Scriptures  (commonly called, the "Old Testament").

Now, usually I cannot stomach listening to Bible thumper-sounding people like this.  Generally, they give me a headache.  But I must say, I found this gentleman seems to have a surprisingly good grasp of not just the rh- factored blood phenomena, but also a host of other subjects relating to extraterrestrials, psi phenomena, and so on.  While, I certainly don't agree with everything he states, I do think, however, he ties some things together that (no offense to my Christian readers, but...) most Christians are just not open-minded enough to grasp, let alone speak about eloquently.  So, hats off to you, sir.  And I'm sure the "master" and "33" in his username are in no way clear references to his Masonic connections...noooo, not a chance.  He just kind of naturally knows this stuff, right?  Right.  :)







And speaking of hats, one of the wonders of Terra is the ever-curious phenomena of church lady hats.  Let's enjoy a little fashion show...  

Hmm.  Maybe it's a spy drone, and this pleasant, smiling 
gal is really a devious grey alien.  Look, I saw ALL THREE 
Men in Black movies, many times, so you can't fool me, "lady"!

This hat seems like it would bite.

"The Blue Yoni"

"The Peacock A**"

"The Funky Pilgrim"

"iPhone Storage Unit"

Going for that low-budget, DIY look.

That Thing That I Do #2: Zooming In and Out

That thing that I do
 reminds me of that
Google Maps thingy.

The Hyperreal State

I mentioned in the previous post how I zoom in and zoom out when in the hyperreal state.  I will elaborate on that a bit.  The following example kind of demonstrates what I mean.  I am just realizing as I write this that I can just go to that state whenever I want to.  In the previous post, I was there in my dreams in both of examples I discussed.  But I am realizing now that I can just go there even starting from my mundane Terran 3D consciousness, as the following demonstrates.  As I mentioned in the previous post, "shock value" seems to facilitate the connection between this reality and that one, giving credence, perhaps to the theory behind trauma-based mind control.  I don't like saying that.  But I am trying to understand this, and I've learned sometimes you have to go places in your thinking you don't really care to go to in order to learn.



True Soul Form

In hyperreality I can see who people really are, what their souls really look like.  What I mean by that is many human Terrans have souls that are not human Terran.  For some of you, that will make perfect sense.  You know who and what you are, despite your beautiful meat suit.  Others of you are quite enamored with the New Age "starseed" jibberish, and desperately want to single yourselves out from "normal" people who aren't special like you.  It's unfortunate, but cointel pro has done a good job distorting things, creating delineations where there really are none.   We are all starseed.  To be a human Terran, is to also be a starseed, as it is believed our species was formed by combining several other species.   And our sun is a star, after all, ergo.  Think of it this way: to beings on other planets, you're the alien from outerspace.



To Know Me is to Love Me

A soul presented itself to me in its true form.  This was maybe January of 2016 (I'll have to check my notes).  Who was this?  I'm not sure why, but it seemed like it was important for me to see this soul, its true race, despite the human physical vehicle it occupies that blends in with the rest.  I won't say what form this being is, because I have not discussed this with this person, so I will leave out many details (and no, it isn't "James Casbolt," there are many extra-ordinary souls among us, people).  Suffice it to say, I kept seeing this person's true form in my mind one evening in January, and didn't make a connection with it being a particular person.  I just thought maybe I'd watched some scifi recently, and so images were still on my mind subconsciously.  But no, this was a visit of some sort, or an announcement.  This seemed intentional.

Not sure what happened in my sleep that night, but the next morning, an energy signature of the person's true form was floating in the air all around my room, and I could see it extended well beyond my room etherically.  What a sight that was, what a thing to wake up to in the morning!   It scared the bejesus out of me.  This is a huge creature.  Its energy signature I could see flying around, moving and undulating as one of that race would.  There were little golden beams of light that shot off from its body as it whipped around, like sparks from a live wire.  In my experience gold light is known to signify a spiritually adept being.  I saw vignettes of what this creature was capable of doing.  As benevolent as it was, it could be equally destructive.  I would refer the reader to Erol Asya, Molecule Man's comment about his ability to "go global" with energy manipulation, that is to say, affect an entire planet.  This creature could do likewise.  I saw it do things to a planet.  I won't say what.  It left me speechless.

But as huge, powerful and imposing as this being is, it is also very sad on the inside, crying.  In its human life here it has felt bitterly cold and alone, tortured and misunderstood, badly used by others.  Knowing now details about this person's human life as I do, I could totally understand why this soul feels this way.  I think this person would just like people to get to know this person as a normal person, to be loved and not looked at with notoriety and fanfare, as though this person is saying, "To know me is to love me.  Really.  Find out for yourself."

Yet, that morning in my room, I still did not actually know who this was (humanwise).



Zooming In and Out

I was exceedingly curious.  I decided to do some investigating.  I spontaneously zoomed out to get another look at it.  Instantly, I was way up in the air somewhere, my consciousness was that is, looking down on the being, my room, me sitting in the bed, etc.  Still nothing, couldn't make out who it was.  So I decided to zoom in.  Instantly my consciousness shrunk down to molecular-level.  All this time, both with the zooming out and in, I was still physically in my room, sitting in my bed, back leaning against the headboard.  I consider both experiences to have occurred in the hyperreal state.

When I tried zooming in, I could see this person's molecules slowly floating around me, as though in suspended animation.  I reached out and took one into my hand, turning it over, examining it.  I reached up and grabbed another and did the same.  I closed my eyes and vignettes from this person's life started appearing in my mind's eye.  This person's facial expressions were slowly becoming visible, talking to different people, etc.  From this vantage point, I now saw who this was.  I said out loud, "____________, is this you?!  Well, I'll be damned if this isn't ____________!"  For weeks I was dumbfounded, and couldn't say anything to anyone. It was too hard to explain.



Getting Confirmation

Weeks turned into months.  I tried to forget about it, but couldn't.  I really wanted to know if what I saw was accurate, so at this point I needed some kind of confirmation.  So I took to social media and bluntly asked this person about the true soul identity the person was, the true race this person's soul was.  The person confirmed to me what I saw was accurate.  What?!  Now, I was even more dumbfounded!  How did I do that?  More importantly, how did I just know how to do it?  How had it been so accurate?  A person of this person's psionic ability could easily shield and cloak their energy, why was I allowed to know this information?  This kind of thing is a puzzle piece in the mysterious aspects of my life.  I get the sense there is more to my story than even I know, and I have more questions than answers.  As far as this person goes, I will let this person tell their own story, in their own time.  What an incredible story it must be, though.



Remote Viewing

As I'm writing this, I realize I would classify this as remote viewing.  Until now, I just called it zooming in and out, lol.  This is just a thing that I do.  In reviewing what I wrote, from an effectiveness standpoint, zooming out didn't help, didn't provide any useful information.  Zooming in, however, was very helpful in providing me insight into the person's true identity.  That's a "note to self" that I will file away, should I ever need to do this again.

Weeks after this incident, I realized this wasn't the only time I've done this.  Years ago I likewise had seen the true souls of not one, but two other extra-ordinary individuals.  I had the same questions then as I do now, about how I know to do this.  Integrating the knowledge that I have this ability into who I am in my mundane life proves challenging.  Writing (or journaling, as this might better be described) is really helping me put things in perspective.  And writing a public blog is helpful because it makes me try hard to be as clear as possible with what I'm writing.  So, thanks again for reading.  It means a lot to me.

That Thing That I Do #1: Reading DNA Info from a Hair Follicle While in Hyperreality

Hyperreality

I want to talk about a state that I have experienced.  I am not sure what language to use to describe it, what the correct vocabulary should be, so I will do my best.  In many of what I think to be my memories, I experience what I have nicknamed, a "hyper-real state" (wonder if this is the same thing as what people call hyperspace?).  I don't know how that term is already used, because I have heard it before, but the way I am using it is to describe a reality that is an exaggeration of this reality.  My awareness is heightened there.  Things move much quicker there.  It's like a whole different world, that despite it's differences from this one, still resembles this one in some ways, just exaggerated.  I will give you an example of one of the things I seem to be able to do in that state (versus how I am in what I have come to think of as our mundane, dumbed-down, DNA-messed-with, human Terran condition).  Hyperreality seems to be closer to the truth of who we all really are.

Psychometry

Anyway, so my stupid human trick (well, one of them at least, I have others, lol) is, well, I could "read hairs."  I seem to be able to gather holographic information about an individual, a great deal of it, by simply glancing at a single hair from his or her body.  One hair.  Doesn't matter from where on the body the hair follicle originates.  Doesn't matter how long it is.  The best way I could describe this is that it is as though the hair assists me in perceiving a concentrated "package" of unique aspects of that person.  

It is good to write about things like this, to process them.  As I am writing, I am considering having someone retrieve a hair follicle from an acquaintance of theirs, give it to me without telling me anything, and see if I could "read" that hair in this reality, as I could in hyperreality.  I have found that some of my abilities there, do trickle down here, but I experience them here to a lesser degree.

As I am writing this, I am thinking of the term, psychometry.  I guess the hair reading ability would fall under that umbrella.  And when I think of the hyperreal state, I want to associate it with lucid dreaming, dream walking, astral projection, and related phenomena.  Perhaps these states are related.  The experience I had with this convinces me that when spell casting people incorporate the personal effects of individuals in their spell work, like hairs, nail clippings and such, there is really something to that.



"Reading" Someone's Hair 

There are two instances in the hyperreal state where I recall doing the hair reading thing.  Why I had recall of these two instances is puzzling to me, too.  I think what makes them so memorable to me is that I was somewhat "shocked" when I read the information on the hairs.  I think the memory is more salient to me in this reality due to the emotional charge.  In one instance a person was standing and his head was covered with a pillow case (don't ask).  I glanced down at his leg, zoomed in on a single hair follicle mid-thigh (that's another thing I do, zoom in and out, and I mean microscopically and planet-level), and I instantly identified the person.



Reading My (Clone's?) Hair

On another occasion in the hyperreal state, I was doing something and I happened to glance down at my forearm.  I remember exclaiming at that moment, "Whoa, look how young I am!"  I had determined my age by merely glancing at a hair on my forearm.  Then, I looked down at my body and, not that I'm so old now, it shocked me to experience a younger me.  Perhaps my consciousness had been occupying a clone of me at the time, I don't know.   I had to be in a 21 or 22 year old version of my own body, but with my current consciousness, experiences, etc. (otherwise, I would not have said, "look how young I am").  Haha, I really wished I could have stayed in that body, not that my body now isn't good to be in.  But, it made me feel like I had more time, like I could redo some things in my life, you know what I mean?


Man, this is difficult to explain.  I hope it somewhat made sense.  Thanks for reading, anyway.