From Anon. Yeaps they are mad James I have had more implant put into me so I must be doing something right and they cannot seem to control me all to well. What can we do to really piss them off I think of that every day of what I can do or what we can do and every night there is not a moment that goes by where I am not thinking of it. That is how much I hate what they do and what they are doing 24/7. I hate all the implants in me and all the upgrades that I have. I hate having my ability’s being used for evil because before they came along with the …
Stargate or Star Wars? Darren Perks a British Ufologist writes, “Since approximately 1980, a secret space fleet code named ‘Solar Warden’ has been in operation unknown to the public… Is this nonsense, is it a conspiracy or is it simply so sensitive that it will cause uproar around the world?” These are my own words after conducting research into the secret program. Whilst conducting an FOI (freedom of information) request with the DoD (department of defense) in 2010, I had a very unexpected response by email from them which read: “About an hour ago I spoke to a NASA rep who confirmed this was their program and that it was terminated by the President. He also informed me that it was …
The three guys sitting in the back: the one in the middle I actually perceived him as the association-separation of the other two. He has the same characteristics as the other two, but separated. He’s the one who makes the separation remain the same. I perceive him like a spiral that keeps the two universes detached, otherwise they would melt into each other. I believe he’s in part the being that doesn’t age and in part the old man. He’s the one who decided to stay on this side: he’s in the middle, just like in the drawing (see below- A.N.). I don’t know the other one: I need to think it over, because I can kind of see it, but I can’t really visualize it.
The military men: one wears a green mimetic suit, but it’s a bright green. No writings on the zip-fastener. Another one has the hat just like a Basque beret, with a symbol on top (I can’t really see it: I’d say red, but I’d have to think about it). That’s also on the zip-fasteners of his uniform. The third one wears a dark-blue outfit (but it’s a different blue compared to the one of the five fingered,) and he also wears a cap, but differently than the other one, he took it off and put it on the table. The first one wears brown shoes, like raw chamois leather. They are covered with dirt. The arrogant one wearing the Basque has a small foot. The uniform has many colors, because it’s made with many colored threads. However the color is rather dark. There’s also another military man, but I can’t really remember about him right now, maybe it’s one of the three, but I cannot really say which one: I also dreamed about him… Do you remember when I wrote you describing that place which I wasn’t even sure it was on Earth? That’s where I think the military was. I think I was away for a long time during that dream. I remember all the details for those rooms and that building. While we were going up with that very big means of transportation, I could even see outside and there was a huge expanse of ground a little bit reddish. It seemed almost like clay here and there. There was no vegetation and the base was divided in two parts. You could get in from the top and go down a few floors. A portion of the bottom part came out between the rocks and was of a color very similar to the ground, maybe a little bit lighter, but not too much; it was rough. There were very thick glasses (I believe armoured) on the walls, approximately 30 by 35 cm. Oh my God, I really remember everything about this place. I am trying to write things I have never written before.
The room: the door to close had no handle on the inside. You could open it only from the outside. There was another room in front of mine, another one on the side and another one on the front. The hallway separating the rooms was very large, maybe two meters.
The military were there and they were just checking and escorting. But that place is different from all the other ones where I was in before. It’s not the usual kidnapping place, from where, once finished the job, they get you and bring you back home. It was different there. As I already told you, I am almost sure I was there for a very long time.
This was the structure of the building: the entrance was in the highest point, and actually, in order to get there, we had to turn right and go up. The entrance was a big gray dome, a kind of reflecting gray, transparent-like, surrounded by rocks. There were no doors: you could get in from the top. It was a spiral-like opening and you could get in. Once inside, there was no way to get out, cause the walls were closed. The same thing was true when you went down: the wall above closed down, but there was like a crack left open, and obviously no human could get through that (it was a diameter of only 5 or 6 cm – app. 2 inches, T.N.). The quarters were a few floors below (at least 4). there was nothing under it, but moving a few meters on the right, there were more floors down under. It was very big.
Now that I really think about it, I believe the military man escorting us downstairs was the one wearing the Basque, he was thin. He walked without making any stop. He was very tense, rigid, never losing his composure.
I believe there is a hierarchy even in the military. Some of them can never see the alien: I mean, one escorted me from a room to another military who escorted me to another one, who escorted me to the alien and the last military couldn’t go anywhere he wanted. The first military does not know the identity of the third one, and so on. The military wearing the Basque is generally brown-haired with dark eyes. They don’t speak Italian between each other, and I cannot understand a damn thing about what they say to each other during the handover. But I think there’s some kind of military guy who is more important than the others. I mean: there’s some military men who think they count something. That is, the ones escorting they just do that job, just like a regular job. There’s more, and they give me the impression that they count a little bit more (but they still don’t count nothing). It’s very likely that they are not even part of the military, but terrestrial who maybe have some kind of important office. I have a picture in front of my eyes which is a little weird, and if I was to draw the hierarchy for the “wicked” in collusion with the aliens, I would include:
• the military who escort you to other military,
• the ones who escort you to the alien,
• the military who plan for the military who more closely serve a certain category of terrestrial (maybe heads of state), who believe they are in a position which is “almost” the same and in complicity with the aliens.
I believe that the military who kidnap human beings in order to know are:
• the ones who bring you to the alien, because they want to know what the aliens do to you.
• the ones who bring you to other military men, because they also want to know what they do to the abductees.
• Then I believe that also the ones who are just under the government kidnap you, because they want to know if the aliens are telling all the truth.
I don’t know, at times it is weird, because this base, this situation… I feel it now so true just like if I was living in it right now while I am writing it down.
The military and their ranks, it almost seems they are like the floor levels: the more you can go down the floors in the base, which means you can get more information about the experiments, the more you are important as a military (if one can say so). Together with this military, in the hallway, there goes also an alien, every now and then, and, if I am not wrong, I think it is the Grasshopper. It is hard to describe it, because I really remember a lot of details (even the number of layers for the little black rubber knobs on the ceiling of the room).