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!



  

The Co-opting of Our Soul Technologies

Note: I noticed today that the following post has been soft-censored out of public view on Rose NuBlueprint4848's YouTube channel .  I tested it by logging out of my YouTube account, and viewing the comment section beneath the video.  The post is not visible, along with the replies in which Rose and I commented back and forth about related topics.  Apparently only Rose and I could see the thread posts.  

This happens a lot to my posts on the internet.  Perhaps it means that what I'm writing is accurate, or very close to it.  If you are interested in any part of the writing here or anywhere else on this blog, I suggest you copy and paste it for your records, just in case.  It's good to have back ups.  Thanks for reading.

--JSNTLC 

25 October 2016

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Past Lives

The uploading and downloading of memories Max speaks of is like in Matrix where they plug into Neo's reptilian brain stem (that we all have) and upload "programs" into his mind, and he would then have, say, instantly learned a new martial arts style, and so on.

A past life personality is like a "program" in this sense, and could be uploaded into someone because it's always preserved in the current life person's auric field.  One means to make this memory transfer happen is through sex magic rituals, along with technology to enhance the process.  Very nasty, archonic entities might also be involved.  This could get horrific, depending on the process used.



The Aura

The aura is an amazing technology in its own right.  It is like a database.  It holds information about every experience we've ever had, in this and previous lives, as well as lives in other timelines and densities.  With self-awareness, we could access and utilize this information.  The way I see it, this information is supposed to enhance each of our lives so that we move with more wisdom in our worlds.  I see it as a tool for personal soul growth, perhaps a deciding factor in what we choose as our life purposes in each incarnation.

We could build on this information, gain wisdom, but instead our memories get wiped with each birth.  Yet, selfish, negatively-motivated, parasitic beings could still access and utilize our auric field technology to further their agendas.  One could imagine that the soul energy of a person who has lived the kind of past lives Max has lived would be quite the invaluable loosh commodity.  Therefore, I do not believe he is dead, not by any means ...quite the contrary, unfortunately.  I believe they have further plans for him, made before he was "born."  It will take a lot of work for him to break free of this cycle.



Memory Transference

The particular memory transfer method Max speaks about here ("the nasty ritual") most likely involved a sex magic ritual, and other violence, which is probably why Max doesn't want to talk about the details.  They raise and open up our natural torsion field/orgone energy, which facilitates  info transfer, and has many other applications.

This is misuse and abuse of our natural kundalini technology.  Shane the Ruiner didn't like talking about the sex rituals he was subjected to in his life, neither did Commander Aaron McCollum, but I believe they both experienced this, too.  Most male ritual abuse victims don't talk about it.  We tend to only hear details from either female victims, or researchers.


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We are in a matrix system which is like a virtual reality computer game, where 
it's a master/slave reality.  So, the masters would be those 0.01%.  They have 
kept the secrets and the cheats for themselves.  And they have left the slaves 
with amnesia, and with no understanding of what's going on.     --Max Spiers 
Source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5vrhADo8u8,  @18min:08sec.
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Long-term Co-opting of Our Soul Technologies

The elite ritualize these procedures so that not just anyone knows the protocols in how to utilize these technologies.  Since ancient times, occulted so-called "mysteries" were really just convenient places to hide knowledge of organic and spiritual technologies of various sorts that we innately possess due to our DNA.  They hide them in plain sight in that we're the ones that have them, but we don't know how to access nor use them.  Instead, we are put into "alter" personalities, our technologies are used by the elite parasites, then we are put back into our front personalities none the wiser. 

The elite in every age pass these guarded secrets down among themselves via "mystery schools," from generation to generation, thereby maintaining their access to our soul technologies, but also guaranteeing that the masses, whom they take advantage of, won't have access to them. These "mysteries" include truths about our past and present interactions with our star families, especially the deals made and the massive implications of those deals, which affect us in so many ways to this very day.  Our world looks the way it looks largely because of the deals made, in which we never had a say, and still don't.

I enjoyed your commentaries as you read, and I look forward to your future readings/reports. :)


Thanks.


See also related posts:
That Thing That I Do #3: Seeing Past Lives
Understanding Vampiric or Reptilian Psionic/Sexual Manipulation

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Source: 
YouTube Comment by JSNTLC to Rose NuBlueprint4848

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdwgfgsBa9o

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.