Milab and SSP Experiences

This is an interview with a supersoldier, Montauk Project survivor, Solar Warden pilot, Nach Waffen officer and a great brave guy, Steve Strom whom I met during the event Montauk Adventure Getaway organized by James Rink (YouTube channel: Supersoldier Talk). This interview was recorded on August 13, 2023 at 1889 Montauk Highway, Amagansett, Long Island, New York and I am very proud I had a chance to spent few days with Steve, his beautiful wife Sandy and other supersoldiers who gathered at the spot which does not bring the best memories to any of them. I hope all of them are doing well and will continue their lives with less traumas and health issues inflicted to them by disgusting military experiments…. I love you, guys.

The Black Terror. A historical analysis of the darkest period in recent Martian memory.

By John Whitberg

No overview of recent galactic history, let alone Martian history, would be complete without an examination of the period since dubbed “The Black Terror,” so named for the uniforms worn by its enforcers. Yet, this period is seemingly always overlooked by galactographers, due to its darkness. But such a rosy and incomplete image can be of no benefit. Let’s examine “The Black Terror.” The events leading to it. Its consequences. Its legacy. And finally, what happens now.

The Black Terror is generally defined as having started on May 28th, 1945, and to have concluded on March 3rd, 1990, with the signing of the Olympus Mons Treaty. The Black Terror itself is the period between those dates, during the planet- wide illegal German occupation, which was marked by constant sectarian violence, civil war, both hot and cold, and planet-wide martial law, resulting in mass rioting and severe food shortages in some provinces.

The background of this period leads, as all SSP roads lead, to WWII. After the German humiliation, the aristocracy decided to relocate off planet for good. While a great many missions had been already undertaken already, the true Interstellar Colonial era had not begun. The first permanent Lunar colony was established on April 23rd, 1945, in the final hours of the war. In mid May, a large fleet was sent to Mars. On May 28th, 1945, the German fleet reached Mars and annexed the planet in its entirety. They announced their arrival by dropping neutron bombs on the indigenous cities on the surface, and began placing settlers in strategic and favorable locations. So began the civil war.

Initially, the new administration was marked by confusion and severe bureaucratic inefficiency. Despite the new German occupiers considerable technological superiority over the indigenous, they had arrived on unfamiliar ground, and with such hostility that retaliation was inevitable. Military leaders on both sides were assassinated with such frequency that it was often difficult to know who was even in charge at any given time. Settlements were also frequent targets of attack, to the point that most Martian indigenous peoples became nomadic. Prior to the war, the Martian raptors and indigenous humans had built cities on the surface. All were destroyed in the war.

The war also sparked racialized violence. The Martian indigenous humans, Mars Ant Beings, and Martian Raptors, who had previously coexisted with relative peace, all had German propaganda inserted into their communities via V2K and spies. They disseminated racial propaganda, to make the 3 indigenous communities divided. However, this created many problems for the Germans also, as it caused numerous partisan guerrilla groups to sprout, most of them anti-German.

The Black Terror is considered to have reached its peak in the 1970s, when corporations entered the fray, and began supplying all sides with better weapons, and, most alarmingly, surveillance tech. Due to its rickety political situation, corporations had previously had a limited presence on Mars. However, the Germans invited them more, beginning in 1972, in order to end the conflict in their own favor. The corporations instead began selling weapons to all sides, greatly escalating the conflict. However, this also marked the beginning of the end of The Black Terror.

After the corporate involvement, and the following escalation and equalization of forces, the Germans began to see a need to end the civil war. Many ceasefires were called, then immediately broken, throughout the 1980s. The conflict ended at last on March 3rd 1990, with the signing of the Olympus Mons Treaty, at the newly built German diplomatic compound in the area. All 4 official recognized governments of the conflict signed, and the few remaining partisan groups were quickly defeated or capitulated.

The terms of the treaty were perhaps as fair as could be expected. The Germans agreed to cede large parts of Mars to the indigenous groups, in exchange for untouchable territory. This allowed them to build their new capital of Neu Berlin in the lava tube system directly under Olympus Mons. They did this also in exchange for apparent transparency between the 4 powers, as well as all 4 powers being granted galactic amnesty for their war crimes against each other.

The Black Terror has left a tremendous legacy in the history of Mars. All sides took severe losses. As many as 5 million Germans were killed, a fraction of that suffered by other communities. An estimated 30% of the indigenous Martian communities were killed. Among indigenous human Martians, this number rises to as much as 70%. Numerous cities, towns, villages, and religious and historical sites were destroyed. Many of the indigenous dialects also went extinct, as did countless other pieces of intangible heritage.

In conclusion; The Black Terror was a dark and recent chapter of the history of our galaxy. However, it must not be erased due to the darkness of it as a subject, as many galactographers are known to do. Like the Holocaust and Armenian Genocides before it, it must be remembered and taught, and its victims and heroes honored, so that it may never happen again.

As described by Johnn Withberg.

“This picture from the show with Kristy Campbell, shows a picture of Martian indigenous human writing. The heading is “instruction manual”. The first proper line says, “The Stargate is a very useful device for interstellar, inter-time and inter-dimensional travel. Handle with care.”

The second line explains that for interstellar travel, use the “vesh” and “ka” related symbols on the dial. I’m not sure how to translate “vesh” and “ka”. Those are scientific terms I am not familiar with.

The third line is a warning against inputting incorrect commands which would result in your being fused into a solid object.

The fourth line is for interdimensional travel. The “dra” and “zur” buttons are used for the coordinates.

The fifth line is a warning against doing interdimensional travel which would likely result in opening portals to what we would call “Hell Realms”.

The sixth line defines time travel as “voluntary quantum entanglement”. I don’t know what that means.

The seventh line explains how to travel into the future using the “zesha” and “ka” inputs. Also the date is dialed-in within the green circle in the center of the dial.

The eighth line is for time travel into the past using the “lenza” and “ka” inputs. Again, the date is dialed-in within the green circle in the center of the dial.

The ninth is another warning about time travel, saying to be wary of paradoxes, missing time and “quantum storms”.

Finally the tenth line is a list of things that can’t pass through the gate. It’s a few minerals that I can’t translate.

Sometimes Bush Senior would visit us, he was one of the programmers at Montauk, all of us kids were scared of him, sometimes he would turn into a reptilian and do sex rituals to please the Queen. The following is a channeled conversation with Bush Senior about my time with him.

“James, do you remember the conversations we used to have about our projects, technology, and aircraft designs for the US military. Some of the designs you came up with, I sketched them down and rewritten them over again for the U.S. military; and I left it with my brothers and sisters to review it. You are a genius and I have rewarded you for your work.

I have taken you inside my homes in multiple countries, and the secret one in Germany, and the one in Washington D.C. with the underground bunker for Skull and Bones where I would do things on you to split your programming. I am sorry for what I have done.

Before I died, I was fearful of what might happen to my soul after I was judged for everything that I have done for the cabal. I told everything to the Alliance. They executed me for my crimes with a heart attack weapon, and used my testimony to indict my friends and family members at my funeral. After I died, the federation put my memories on a screen, I felt so naked, as they revealed what I have done. I am now in the central sun and judgement has been cast upon me, my fate will be sealed in between dimensions in the phantom zone where there is no escape. I abused you because when I was growing up my handler did the same thing to me. How could I do all these horrible things to you, I am sorry. I am trapped here now.

We did a lot of rituals on you. We would give you hallucinogens and you would stare at a screen in front of you in order to split your mind in the middle of an orgy. They put devices inside your penis hole and they monitored your brainwaves while you were tortured. They forced you to have sex with animals; cows, sheep, and dogs. We would strap you to a chair and would program your Sabertooth A.I. alter to connect with ships and off world computers. You were the perfect killing machine. The MIB would use a flashing device on you to wipe your mind of the trauma and bring you back to normal. They would put you back and you look up in the sky and see a light and think it was a UFO; and say that was awesome, while pointing up.

We reversed these memories by figuring out how to edit your mind patterns. We split your mind over and over in a humpy dumpty ritual which is hard because each time you split your consciousness, you had to be shattered multiple times, for each of the previous treatments. Preston Nichols was not there in that experiment, but he is one of our reprogrammers, he is one of our best. Preston would take you places but he had to be very careful and avoid triggering your alters that we created, as they are very dangerous. Do you remember the time before you were sent to the psyche ward? Your alter paralyzed you and you could not move, eventually the alter would have taken you over.

Do you remember the white mansion? Not the White House but another private residence. There are pictures of presidents on the wall. There are flags nearby the fireplace. One flag is American and the other was a black flag with five white stars and white stripes, which is the American flag, but in an alternate reality in which the USA allied with the axis powers. I would sit down there in a suit, top hat, and cane and to read you and 300 other kids in the huge room, a book about the wars, and what we Nazis had to go through. The room looks modern with bright lights and a late 80’s look. I also showed you how you are connected to the Bush family.

I will do all I can to help you get your memories back, you were my easiest programed good little Montauk boy; and this is not coming out of my ass, I’m telling you the truth. You were the best subject of Project Reject, you were put in there for being so stubborn, we found out your DNA makes you very susceptible for being reprogrammed. Though, I am here in this phantom zone, I still have an outsider who can upload your memories back into your implant. After the process is done you will not be the same, you will be smarter, and more cunning, and arrogant, just like we made you. You will have the same gifts but in different ways, you will think different and people close to you will question, is that really the same person I used to know. Your memories will come back slowly in stages. There is something that was taught to you in your classes that I am trying to recover myself. These classes would teach you physics and sciences that the cabal keeps secret.”

The Spartans from Halo look a lot like us.

I got an update on what’s going on out there in space. The news is that we have been beating back the Draconians on Mars ans they have been retreated in some areas and leaving the planet, but other ones are still wanting to fight. And 60,000 Marines have been sent to a couple planets and other star systems to help the Connonians fight the Draco there. It took like four months but we sent over 60,000 Marines over to those planets. The Connonian cyborg doggos are pretty cool.

We snipers have been taking out Draconian Military leaders and disrupting operations and doing most of the work, and other Marines in the assault roles have been pushing them back.

Anyway, we got some new tech. I didn’t see them much but I saw that we Marines on Mars also have these giant mechsuits and they are really effective at fighting the Draco, but people were saying that they are really expensive and have a lot of moving parts.

Now we have newer ones that look really similar and instead of being binded at the joins with gears and other parts, it is like a combination of gears and this glowing blue energy that binds it and propells action of the limbs and different things. So they are lighter and tougher now and faster.

PROJECT SURROGATE

My surrogation process began in an alternate reality in which Earth was destroyed. I was living in giant marble mansion in an urban cyberpunk city on a breakaway planet in the Canis Major system which was controlled by Dark Fleet. The year is 2179 from our planet earths perspective. We were so rich that our house on the hill was the biggest in the city. I remember seeing wall screens and robots inside the home and outside we were right near downtown and there were flying cars in the sky.

My original mother was a 4th dimensional high vibrational Pleiadean ET from another universe. Her name is Vicki. My father Richard, was a 7ft tall Anunnaki with no emotion who ran a huge financial empire he is the equivalent of a celebrity billionaire in our reality. He was not from that planet.

My name was Brock, I was around 16 years old; I am blond haired, 6’6” and I got huge muscles from working out in the home gym. I may have been on steroids too. I also practice jousting and sword fighting at home. I already finished school top of my class ahead of all the other kids and was bored with life. My parents gave me whatever money I wanted, to do whatever I wanted with my life. So, I went to the Mardi Gras styled red-light district to visit Bill’s night club. In the breakaway, its customary for the young generation to hit the red-light district at least once when they come to age.

I am a rich preppy hot throb and show up wearing either a suit and tie or golf looking outfits. All the girls there immediately know who I am, as I visit often. They quickly head into the back and put on their cutest outfits. I have an account there and pay about 5 girls regularly to hang out with me usually at the bar, all of them are about my age. They dance and kiss on me and they have a crush on me. I treat them well and don’t abuse them like what usually happens here. Plus, most of their clients are either old or disgusting looking guys or aliens. The club has a pole with a mini stage and tables and private booths around that. The personnel are all women and one drag queen. They all look very young. Each of the girls wear a number which clients can write down and purchase for private viewings with an escorted bodyguard. They also do talent shows.

My parents know what’s up and don’t mind; they are too busy to care anyway. My dad sees this as an opportunity. He is seeking to be released from a contract with the observers. These are a group of archangel aliens which look like the observers in the fringe TV show, they are tasked with observing and resetting negative timelines throughout the cosmos. Dad makes a deal with them; he gets a new business contract in exchange for selling a piece of my consciousness to the Cybex corporation which they operate. Dad also owns stock in the company too.

The observers would use technology to project my consciousness back in time to my now current life on planet earth in the hope I could try to reverse the negative destruction timeline. Because in that future reality, planet Earth was destroyed from wars. From my future self-perspective, the procedure was quick but for me it would be a life time or multiple lifetimes.

The reason earth kept being destroyed is because the vibration of the people on planet earth was so low a psychopath could come into power and create destruction like nuclear war. However, if you can raise the consciousness of the planet the negative agendas are unable to materialize because it’s no longer a match of that planetary vibration. Apparently, the observers at Cybex had technology that could reset timelines so if something catastrophic happened they would reset us over and over, which is probably why some people experience Mandela effects.

The reason earth vibration was so low is because so many native Terrans have been abused and traumatized for so many eons of lives. To raise Earths vibration a fresh batch of high vibrational star seeds were asked to incarnate into human bodies on planet Earth at this time. If you’re reading this, you are probably one of them too!

The observers specifically wanted to recruit me; because they used looking glass tech to know I had the drive and determination to change the timeline being that I was Daniel Payseur, Perseus, and other lifetimes I have led as well.

At first, Dad sent two men from Cybex to try to persuade me to join, I was the perfect candidate, smart, young, and bored with life. However, I wanted nothing to do with them. So, the division studied me, they learned everything I liked, they calculated the perfect scenario to change my mind. Jennifer was created from a scan from Brock’s mind of the perfect girl look, by looking at my lifetimes and other realities. The observers pulled all of my records to see who I been with and what changed me the most. They searched for the consciousness of the perfect match on that planet; if she was not on the planet, then they would look on other planets to find the perfect girl. Cybex found Jennifer on the other side of the planet, and then recruited and began training her, in the art of seduction.

She was given a job at the club I would frequent, and she quickly became one of the five girls I liked being with the most, she would act snobby and harder to get just like Brock was. I would wait in the club until it was time for her to go home and I would follow her to her studio apartment. I would park my cyberpunk Lamborghini car looking car in her underground parking garage, it was a grey fluorescent pink with yellow stripes, it stood out in that district.

She would flirt with me and ask me what it would be like to live on Mars. She explains her interest joining Cybex, “They take piece of your consciousness and they put it in computer and make a clone of you, and you go to another place while we stay here and monitor what that consciousness would do.” It takes a while to get him interested but eventually Brock agrees.

When Dad found out Brock was green light, he instructed Cybex to immediately move into action, a small makeshift storefront was rented on an off street. The whole facility seems to have been quickly built just to get Brock on board. When Brock walks in and sees the same two guys in white doctor gowns, he immediately says, “I already said NO.” But Jennifer and the two guys help him change his perspective to see that life is not all about partying but meaningful things.

The facility had a spinning ring device which you would mount into. It can map out your brain frequencies and scan your body. Cybex also took a blood and DNA sample. There are computers and machinery in there too such as a neon purple colored light stargate portal device on the wall in the shape of a circular ring. It’s not operating right now but it looks like this is how they come and go. The stargate opens into a hallway and you can hear a loud sounding metal floor while its being walked on, it leads you to a jump train which can portal to other planets.

The procedure took a few hours and Brock really didn’t know what he was getting into. They told him they would be gone the next day and to ask all questions now. They said I had a determined consciousness which allows me to get projects done. They said I would be gone for up to 200 years, if I failed, they would restart the timeline and I would have to do it over again. Brock and my family would not be allowed to interfere with my life here. Jennifer also signed up too for the program and she also went to planet Earth.

The next day later, the facility was vacant. I go to Jennifer’s apartment and then decide to take the train to the other side of the planet to spend time with Jennifer and her family as I didn’t like living at home anymore. Dad had no emotion and he didn’t treat me or mom that well. Dad later told Brock that he approved and set everything up, Brock was really upset. I don’t know if he stayed with Jennifer after that.

I am not sure of what life time I was first projected back into, but around 1980 I connected with embryo no. 320. From age 1 to 3 I was raised on a spaceship in a high vibrational environment around other crystal soul beings. They had to do this because since I am a crystal soul, I require are high vibrational environment as a young child to incarnate into this universe.

The program was going great until the Orion group consisting Draco, Reptilians, and Greys hijacked the program. The civilization I came from was in the 4th dimension, which the Draco also operate out of, so it wasn’t too hard for them to hijack us.

At age three, the Draco used MMP, mirror mimicry printing technology to 3D print a body suit loaded with black goo to age progress me back to a fetus. The Orion group also injected me with a neural damper which limited only 2.8% of my soul from the future from projecting into this body. Looking into my head, there is some huge white cloud of cotton ball looking nanotech. This stuff has spread all over my neurons like a spiderweb which can creates a micro stasis field that can block memories; this is called a neural damper field. The Draco would then connect to my vessel with astral cord on the back of my neck. Years later, the alliance took over Project Surrogate and removed much of this damper field so that now 11% of my soul is occupying my current body. The Draco Astral cord was also disconnected, with a hole in its place.

The Draco would then surrogate multiple digital copies of embryo 320 into my cyborg mother who raised me. These digital copies all had my soul but I wanted nothing to do with this host mother. My surrogated mother in this life was part of the negative Mantis genetic projects. The Draco and reptilians shared their databases and used a quantum computer to find the best candidate mother which could control me for all their programs they had planned for me. My surrogated mother was chosen due to her being connected to the white magic lodges in the Roman times. She would collect herbs and make spells. She wasn’t a bad person but she was in a cyborg body which had cords and wires controlled by a negative Mantis. The mantis would overtake her cybernetics and she would act in a cruel manner towards me, creating much negativity, which the mantis would feed off of like a food source.

My fetus was supposed to be surrogated into a more positive mother which was originally part of the agreement I made. One of them was a full ET, meaning, she was not born on planet earth. This mother was raised in a catholic Irish family and was living in the USA at the time of my birth. I think her name is maybe Evelyn and she might be living in the state of Georgia. After she lost me as her baby, she was put into a psyche ward to erase her ET memories, memories of me, and her abilities. This was part of the Orion hijacking operation.

Evelyn wasn’t the only surrogated mother I had. After they put me with my mantis-controlled cyborg mother, I wanted nothing to do with her and I teleported out of her womb into another mother like Evelyn a total of five different time, but the Draco would keep returning me back to the cyborg mantis-controlled mother who raised me in the here and now. The goal of all this was to throw off the enemy, to hide the genuine version of me so they can’t get to me. The other versions of me all have my soul consciousness but are non-organic digital clone copies.

When my digital copy was about the age of three, one night the Draco opened a portal of light and took away my clone and once again put me in his place. They wanted to repeat the surrogation process in order to create a bunch of clones of me to be trained later in life as super soldiers.

They copied everything of my three-year-old clone, including his clothes too and put me in the crib in place of the original. When mom woke up, she picked me up and immediately knew I was not the same child as our energy field is different. My energy field was huge and high vibrational and blue but my clone’s energy field was much lower, as 42% of his energy was gone as a result of it being drained by that mantis.

It’s as if someone ripped a piece of her heart out. I made her feel angry. She doesn’t recognize me as her child. The energies clash and she start to act towards to me in a hostile way. The original clone boy was more connected to my mother. He trusted her as a mother and he let that negative mantis hook up to him to drain him too.

MUNE-E

The original digital copy clone was then taken to the moon and raised in an orphanage. He is living with a group of slave kids; being raised a certain way to make him feel as if he a reptilian, as they are the ones who take care of him now. The kids defend the reptilians as if they are their own family, suffering from Stockholm syndrome. They also put spider DNA in him too which gives him some abilities such as being able to walk on walls.

His new surrogate mother is a green colored Reptilian woman dressed in an ugly looking dark brown dress which looks dated to the 15th century, on top of that she is wearing a white apron. I think this is the queen who would come from time to time to make sure things are in order.

My digital copy was being handled by a male reptilian with name of Mune-e. He looks brown with green scales; he is 8 foot tall and his job is to train my digital copy to become a super soldier. He appears to be part of some lower reptilian slave caste.

Nearby there are 4 cages with 50 kids each being trained to become super soldiers. I am located in pod number 4. There are boys and girls here but most of them are brown and black kids. Some of these kids are from other planets. Some kind of Zulu Tribe planet. The ones who fail the training are eaten or harvested for adrenochrome. My digital copy is here, all of us in this pod are named after the pod leader, Mune-e. When I graduate, I am eventually given a number. Because he does not really have a name at this point to keep things simple I will refer to him as digital clone copy for now on.

My digital clone can shape shift back and forth from a six-year-old body into the body of a huge super soldier. His super soldier form can vary with different guns, some can look like a phaser, or machine gun rounds, or lasers which comes out in three directions. These weapons pop out of his body from an implant located in the cerebral cortex. They use programable matter to make these devices which is camouflaged and controlled by implants linked to my arm. The weapons can vary based on thought.

We listen into the conversations of the reptilian mother queen. She summons the four reptilians each of which are in charge of one of the pods. “Laresh, Zark, come here …..Maldok…… Mune-e.”

The kids believe her to be their mother. They listen to her as a teacher-mother figure and feel like she is. Everyone here feels like they are reptilians. It’s similar to how if you grew up in a bilingual family you all feel connected.

I telepathically message my brother. “Digital clone, this is your clone brother, do you remember where you were born?”

“I don’t remember, I was born here.”

Looking into his head it looks like the nanotech is creating a neural damper field blocking his memories. “Digital clone, do you remember your earth mom?”

“No, we were all born from reptilian eggs.”

He feels dizzy now and his hands are getting cold, his programming is kicking in. He is forced to eat some yellow gel in a chemical solution implanted in the food; to keep all the nano and femtotech in place and it also helps develop their abilities. These kids are a super human race. They are being given DNA injections causing scales to grow over their once human looking face. The kids are wearing ugly dark brown shirts and grey pants or brown dresses. It looks like old clothes from the 1960’s. There are some girls in this group too but everyone is wearing old looking clothes, like watching the movie from the Wizard of Oz.

This Orion group is also using their DNA to make Reptilian-Human hybrids eggs; which take about three months to incubate and hatch in an oval room underground. The human children are expected to play with the hatchlings. They play hide and seek and catch games. The hatchlings would attack the human kids and kill them, and then the children would be regenerated. They would also scratch each other. The hatchlings are super aggressive and the human kids are just trying to survive. There is no place to hide and everyone expects something to jump at you at any moment. To avoid the trauma my digital clone tries to dissociates and leave his physical body but if he is caught, he is tortured, killed, and regenerated. “If you don’t cooperate, we won’t revive you,” they tell him.

The kids can be seen walking in a tunnel with their wrists tied up and all tied together. They are wearing some kind of nano bracelet attached to chains. They are taken to a place and put onto hooks on the walls and not given food or water for a long time.

The Draco split us up to conduct an experiment to see who would be a better super soldier. I would be allowed to develop on planet earth to be groomed as a super soldier expected to join the U.S. Army when I came of age and my digital copy would be raised like a reptilian. Back then the US Army was in bed with the Draco; but now it appears the alliance has taken the US army, over so this negative timeline never materialized for me.

In my civilian life, as a child, the mantis would continue overshadowing my mother and would continue to abuse me, draining me of my energy. The Draco would also abduct me and inject me with a yellow goo into my body which would grow into a spider web net connected to my neurons to try to short circuit my own intuition. Instead of getting normal messages from my higher self, it would be messages the Draco wanted me to hear. The nanobot toxins released in my from my body would create bloating and autoimmunity problems throughout my life. The Draco would also use the plug on the back of my neck to drain my life force energy like a battery to keep me weak and sick most of my life.

During my sleep, I would astral travel to learn new ways to sabotage their plans. It was decided the best way was to sabotage my voice so I could not function as a young adult and hence not join the Army. The plan worked so well the Draco had placed me into Project Abandonment. At that point they decided I was not worth the effort and choose not to upgrade and adjust my implants anymore, so when I hit puberty, they stunted my height to keep me at 5’1” at least until I was 25 and then I started to disconnect and go through puberty again.

In 2016, my mother died from breast cancer. She was about to wake up and resist the Mantis overshadowing her. But the Mantis took her out. They took her soul to some huge dark metal gray ship. Her energy body was trapped in one of the five labs on the ship. She is yelling at them to stop what they are doing. There is a big green colored grasshopper Mantis with red eyes looking at her. He has a round spherical computer with strange symbols on it. He touches it and pulls up my mom’s file. He takes it out of the computer in the form of a piece of paper with a contract on it and gives it to her and tells her to sign.

Surrogate mom had an Andromedean soul, in her past life there she was priestess of sort but not of the religious type, she likes to work with energies. She got fooled into some program when the Mantis came asking for help. Now that she is not in her cyborg body anymore being drained by that Mantis, she is a very warm loving being. She is wearing a dark blue dress with golden stripes with 4-point stars on it.

Surrogate mother burns their new contract and she goes into a portal. She takes the whole spaceship into the portal with her and bring these mantises back to the A.I. reality where they come from. She says “hi” to me and says “I wasn’t myself when I was alive.” It’s as if her mind as turned off and the clone of her was taken over by A.I. technology. They would put all sorts of metalized implants into her. She is aware she had multiple clone sons; she calls us twins. She tells me she knows how to help my digital clone copy on the moon; she can do anything now and they can’t stop her.

She zooms right to the moon. She is standing by digital clone; the cotton candy nanotech web is now melting in his head. She can hold his head in a way to wake him up from the sleep. She also does it to the other children at the same time. The Reptilians are distracted and not paying attention to what is going on. The reptilian queen thinks she is talking to the children but it’s really a projection. Surrogate mother encapsulates the children with a star with a tail with a blue light and zooms through space and go to different locations to take them back to where they came from. They are now on different planets.

She has a map in her hands and all the stars look like souls. She tells me I am already connected to all of them. I just need the right energy vibration before people can see you, all together you’re a big constellation. She travels back to Andromeda to check on her family there. She was extracted from her family too and wants to go home. The reptilian queen is furious that the children have escaped and executes Mune-e the reptilian.

Thank you Collin, Kimberly, and Oksana for your help with remote viewing Project Surrogate.

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Written By John Whitberg

Centurion is a massive jungle planet. It’s home to numerous bases and colonies in the German Breakaway. There’s also a small Czech population in the capital of New Berlin.

The native inhabitants of Centurion are skin colored Greys. However the planet, along with every inch of the Alpha Centauri system, is owned entirely by the Draconian empire. This is who I dealt with during the early colonial period. The only wildlife I remember are green parrots with a wingspan of approximately 6 feet, and a black beetle with yellow spots and a wingspan of approximately 2 feet.

My first memories of Centurion are during my first stint as a diplomat in what I previously considered Dark Fleet, but I’m now fairly certain was Kruger. We time traveled back in time to 1915 to do these negotiations. The Germans had discovered an abandoned white city, originally constructed by the Arcturians, but was now abandoned. A negotiation was done which allowed the Germans to acquire this city. The city was then renamed New Berlin. There is also a city on Mars called New Berlin. Both of these cities claim to be the capital of the German Breakaway. There’s a cultural rivalry between these 2 cities.

The negotiations to acquire this city took several months. There were around 30 diplomats involved, mostly German, but there were also American and Japanese diplomats. The diplomats and their security all lived in a jungle lodge. This lodge had a bar, as well as a portal in the basement, which was used for deliveries. This lodge was situated many miles from the city which was renamed New Berlin. We were supposed to take an unpaved road through the jungle, which took approximately 6 hours by Jeep, but one of the commanders refused to take this route, so we took a paved road. This cut our journey time down by approximately half.

I also have recalls of visiting this city at a much later date, I believe in the 1970s. By this point, the city was very well established. The security was incredibly tight. I had to have a chip installed my head which uploaded all my thoughts to an underground super computer. If I had a thought the system didn’t like, I’d have dropped dead on the spot. I also had to be escorted at all times by a super soldier. The Germans had also put a dome over the city, to protect it from orbital bombardment. This dome was made of an unknown transparent material. This city was inhabited by the very highest level of the Breakaway elites. There was also a high slave population. This was one of only 3 colonies where I saw slavery being practiced openly.

The religious practices of Centurion were a very dark variation of the Asatru religion. I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember a massive Asatru temple in the city center. The variant of the religion practiced there involved black goo drinking and sacrifices of both humans and animals.

I also remember visiting a city in the southeastern hemisphere. This was an ancient crystalline city, original builders unknown. It was near the coast. I recall several Nazi elites living there. There were an unknown species of blue Greys who had been enslaved. Centurion also has 2 moons, both of which are also colonized. Many alien species have also set up shop on Centurion.

Centurion is also home to a massive archive of files, underneath New Berlin. This is hidden behind multiple biometric locks. I seem to have a talent for breaking past these. At one point, I had discovered that Earth was still in existence. On my next diplomatic visit to Centurion, I broke into these archives. I don’t remember much from the files I read, but I do recall watching archival footage. This footage was mostly of the very early Nazi Breakaway. I recall footage of the very early Martian colonies, and battles with the native Martian insectoids and spiders. I also saw footage of early genetic experiments, which were highly unreliable. I remember one girl who had a random third arm growing out of her back. I also saw footage of early experiments with manipulating bodily movements using implants.

Centurion is also home to numerous ancient sites. I have faint memories of living in some type of camp in the jungle. I went to a location deep underground, digging for ancient technology. I remember finding gold plated boxes and scrolls. I don’t remember the purpose of these.

A number of the various  corporations that are in the Breakaway also have a presence on Centurion. It’s one of the planets which is used to showcase the planetary defense grid technology, invented by Raytheon. This is a network of satellites which have missiles. These are designed to stop any and all projectiles which may be hurled at the planet from orbit. Kruger also has a base on Centurion. Many elite Breakaway families live on Centurion, this includes the Krugers, the Rothschilds, the Serenes, the Marshalls, etc.

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Interplanetary Corporate Conglomerate Space Stations Destroyed, Illegal Experimentation. My remote viewing of the ICC two space stations destroyed for illegal experimentation and inhuman projects.

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The topic of the Breakaway is a vast one. Their population currently stands at 9.6 trillion people, spread across thousands of planets within 3 galaxies, namely the Milky Way galaxy, Andromeda galaxy, and Pegasus galaxy. The Breakaway, as of 2022, is thousands of years old through time travel, though they organically began in the 1850s, Earth time.

Religion in the German Breakaway is primarily variations of Asatru. ICC colonies have religions of many types. The exact practices of the Germans varies between colonies. On Vega Prime, they see themselves as connected to the soul of the planet. On New Atlantis, the practice consists of engaging in DMT fueled orgies as a way to summon the Gods. On Centurion, the religion is essentially practiced in the same way as it was in the Germanic tribes thousands of years ago. On Mars, I don’t quite remember the practices, but the Martian sect are the only group I’ve met who self identify as Illuminati. The Breakaway elite practice far darker variants involving black goo drinking and human sacrifice. Some of the elite women are Vril priestesses. They blindfold themselves, take drugs, then engage in a very odd form of divination, attempting to channel information from the Gods

The Breakaway has a caste system that is nearly impossible  to rise in, unless you have an extraordinary talent that the Breakaway elites find valuable enough to invite you to their inner circle. The ultra wealthy live in palaces and have private space ships. They also have access to luxury cruises around the galaxy. A step below them are the white collar middle class colonists, and the blue collar middle class colonists. These people are able to travel, although they don’t have private spaceships. They travel on cigar shaped civilian transport ships, which are roughly the interstellar equivalent of a Greyhound bus. They also don’t have access to the cutting edge medical technology the elites have, though what they do have access to is still almost unimaginable from an Earth perspective. A step below these is the officer class. These people live in relative comfort, though they’re trapped in a lifelong military contract, and have no say over what’s done with their genetic material. The sale of their DNA is a major component of the economy of the German Breakaway. The next step is those people belonging to the so called merchant class. I was of this group. Despite the name, this class also includes subsistence farmers, highly paid professionals such as scientists and engineers, paid servants of the elite, as well as diplomats like myself. Despite being only one step up from the bottom, these people generally have the highest amount of freedom, with the exception of the elite. The very bottom of the hierarchy is the slave class. These people live in squalor, often in caves with no running water or electricity. This class also includes enlisted military personnel and cyborgs, who, despite having been human originally, have had all ability to think removed, aside from that which is required to do their jobs.

Daily life of citizens varies significantly based on their class. The elite live in luxury, have access to portal tech, and as such often have homes on multiple planets. The middle class colonists and merchant class colonists generally have jobs which give them a decent amount of freedom, though middle class colonists have higher paying jobs in exchange for less freedom. Many aliens of various species also live in the Breakaway. They’ve generally been subjugated, and as such are rarely able to rise above being either merchant class or slave class.

The Breakaway has a thriving entertainment industry. Movies and tv shows are popular, as is music. Many of these things are bootlegged from Earth, then passed off as having come from a colony. However, a number of colonies do have their own entertainment industry. Many films and reality shows are shot on the ocean world of New Atlantis. In the German colonies in particular, there’s a very heavy emphasis on cultural entertainment. Operas and classical orchestras are very popular, as are many types of museums. Many sports, particularly soccer, are played, as are video games. Casinos are common in corporate colonies. The Breakaway also has a large pornography industry, much of which comes from Mars and Typhon. Amusement parks are also sometimes found in the colonies inhabited by the ultra wealthy.

The main languages of the Breakaway are English and various dialects of German. There are numerous colonies that are home to other languages, some common ones being Japanese, Russian, Spanish, and Chinese. Vega Prime has a small Greek population, while Centurion has a small Czech community. However, in order to to travel in the Breakaway, being able to speak and understand German and/or English is required.

There seems to be a very strange relationship between the German Breakaway and it’s  allies, which consists of the various other national factions and their colonies, and the corporate Breakaway. These two are in direct opposition to each other, yet they often work together. They frequently exchange personnel and technology. They’re often on the same planets. And while the alien races at the top of these factions are different, the races they work with on a smaller scale are often overlapping.

As previously mentioned, many aliens have become a part of the Breakaway, either through trade deals or subjugation. The Draco and Imperial Mantids are unable to live among the human population due to their extreme psionic energy, which kills most humans. However, many other mammalian species, as well as most other species of human, and a few non Draco reptilian races, can and do live amongst the Solaren human population. Certain races are also unable to live amongst humans, due to the fact that they require an atmosphere and/or gravity level which is unlivable for us. For unknown reasons, the colonies on Vega Prime, Mars, and Titan generally forbid humans and and aliens from intermingling, except for official purposes.

Transport in the Breakaway is varied, though generally excellent. Public transit in most colonies is via maglev subways. Interplanetary transit can be done via jump gates where available, or on cigar shaped ships built by Boeing. The elite class have privately owned starships.

Most Breakaway colonies are on Earth like planets. A common misconception is that a planet has to be identical to Earth in every way to be habitable. This is false. Humans can survive and thrive in a variety of gravity levels and amounts of sunlight. The most crucial thing is that a planet have a breathable atmosphere and high enough levels of moisture. Virtually every star in the galaxy has a planet which fits this criteria. Also, all planets are either hollow or honeycombed, which makes it possible to build underground on any planet which has a solid surface.

Other colonies have been built on other types of planetary bodies, such as moons and asteroids. Many of these colonies have been built underground, where it’s possible to create an artificial biosphere with a habitable environment. A few have been built on the surface. It’s possible to create an artificial magnetosphere, or electromagnetic force field, in which a habitable environment can be created. Attempts at terraforming have occurred, particularly on the moons of Jupiter and Mars, but they’ve been largely unsuccessful.