Final Battle Update

Oh, now I received a page where it said “It looks like you’ve already said that”, it’s mysterious, but I guess my response to Tye A Hampton was received but not visible just after sending it in the cloud. I’ll wait and see what happens next.

If someone showed you the Video on Wieners laptop ,or other UFO footage that I have seen, would you believe it?
All of this is freely available.
Go and Look up Adreno Chrome….its real….
Plenty of Holywood Celebs have spoken about Satanic Rituals…a lot of it matches up with what many researchers have already said…
Go and research the Canaanites, Babylon, the Black Nobility…Go on….
Don’t just sit there and comment and Pretend it all doesn’t exist….The Evidence is all around you and the Symbolism is Everywhere…

FRANCAIS / FRENCH
https://fr.prepareforchange.net/2020/10/18/mise-a-jour-sur-la-bataille-finale-14-octobre-2020/

I posted this article and some articles in it on facebook, and immediately my four accounts were blocked for 30 days. david rockefeller’s grandson is part of the chimera too?

With the intensity of virtual reports, showing how deception and manipulation are applied, almost shamelessly, and offered by, to most of us, anonymous messengers, I’m fond of sharing positive news, like what’s done by ordinary people, those living their lives, doing what they do and not make headlines or stand in the spotlights on the global stage.

Here’s the Dutch creator of youtube channel “A chick called Albert” with “Why I do what I do”. This is what he wrote in the description:
“I make these videos to show the world how amazing life is, and how fragile.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5yqRMvB1YU&ab_channel=AChickCalledAlbert

The videos in this channel are as much entertainment as teachings, on how to be with
animals and the vulnerable ones, hurt, stranded, ill, and not in the least, one that sparked this plan to share animal-adventures with the world, the quail called Albert, hatched from an egg in a box, for sale on the shelf of a supermarket.

I wish you, the reader, to enjoy a smile and a weekend with a heart-warming up exercise in comfort.

From the book Journey to Ixtlan by Carlos Castaneda.
Chapter 12 A Battle of Power.

To explain a little about why I leave this here, In this part, Don Juan allows Carlos to experience a different level of perception while sitting on a mountain amidst a thunderstorm, fog and rain. These elements are instrumental in the experience that Carlos has, assisted and protected by the company of Don Juan, his teacher.

“The length of the ledge was oriented along an east-west line. The open side of the balcony-like formation was to the south. I walked to the west end. The view was superb. The rain had circumvented us. It looked like a sheet of transparent material hung over the low land. Don Juan said that we had enough time to build a shelter. He told me to make a pile of as many rocks as I could carry onto the ledge while he gathered some branches for a roof.

In an hour he had built a wall about a foot thick on the east end of the ledge. It was about two feet long and three feet high. He wove and tied some bundles of branches he had collected and made a roof, securing it onto two long poles that ended in forks. There was another pole of the same length that was fixed to the roof itself and which supported it on the opposite side of the wall. The structure looked like a high table with three legs.

Don Juan sat cross-legged under it, on the very edge of the balcony. He told me to sit next to him, to his right. We remained quiet for a while. Don Juan broke the silence. He said in a whisper that we had to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I asked if there was something in particular that I should do. He said that I should get busy writing and do it in such a way that it would be as if I were at my desk with no worries in the world except writing.

At a given moment he was going to nudge me and then I should look where he was pointing with his eyes. He warned me that no matter what I saw I should not utter a single word. Only he could talk with impunity because he was known to all the powers in those mountains. I followed his instructions and wrote for over an hour. I became immersed in my task.

Suddenly I felt a soft tap on my arm and saw don Juan’s eyes and head move to point out a bank of fog about two hundred yards away which was descending from the top of the mountain. Don Juan whispered in my ear with a tone barely audible even at that close range. “Move your eyes back and forth along the bank of fog, ” he said. “But don’t look at it directly. Blink your eyes and don’t focus them on the fog.

When you see a green spot on the bank of fog, point it out to me with your eyes.” I moved my eyes from left to right along the bank of fog that was slowly coming down to us. Perhaps half an hour went by.

It was getting dark. The fog moved extremely slowly. At one moment I had the sudden feeling that I had detected a faint glow to my right. At first, I thought that I had seen a patch of green shrubbery through the fog. When I looked at it directly I did not notice anything, but when I looked without focusing I could detect a vague greenish area.

I pointed it out to don Juan. He squinted his eyes and stared at it. “Focus your eyes on that spot, ” he whispered in my ear. “Look without blinking until you see.” I wanted to ask what I was supposed to see but he glared at me as if to remind me that I should not talk. I stared again. The bit of fog that had come down from above hung as if it were a piece of solid matter. It was lined up right at the spot where I had noticed the green tint.

As my eyes became tired again and I squinted, I saw at first the bit of fog superimposed on the fog bank, and then I saw a thin strip of fog in between that looked like a thin unsupported structure, a bridge joining the mountain above me and the bank of fog in front of me. For a moment I thought I could see the transparent fog, which was being blown down from the top of the mountain, going by the bridge without disturbing it.

It was as if the bridge were actually solid. At one instant the mirage became so
complete that I could actually distinguish the darkness of the part under the bridge proper, as opposed to the light sandstone colour of its side. I stared at the bridge, dumbfounded. And then I either lifted myself to its level, or the bridge lowered itself to mine.

Suddenly I was looking at a straight beam in front of me. It was an immensely long, solid beam, narrow and without railings, but wide enough to walk on. Don Juan shook me by the arm vigorously. I felt my head bobbing up and down and then I noticed that my eyes itched terribly. I rubbed them quite unconsciously. Don Juan kept on shaking me until I opened my eyes again.

He poured some water from his gourd into the hollow of his hand and sprinkled my face with it. The sensation was very unpleasant. The coldness of the water was so extreme that the drops felt like sores on my skin. I noticed then that my body was very warm. I was feverish. Don Juan hurriedly gave me some water to drink and then splashed water on my ears and neck.

I heard a very loud, eerie and-prolonged bird cry. Don Juan listened attentively for an instant and then pushed the rocks of the wall with his foot and collapsed the roof. He threw the roof into the shrubs and tossed all the rocks, one by one, over the side. He whispered in my ear, “Drink some water and chew your dry meat. We cannot stay here. That cry was not a bird.”

We climbed down the ledge and began to walk in an easterly direction. In no time at all, it was so dark that it was as if there were a curtain in front of my eyes. The fog was like an impenetrable barrier. I had never realized how crippling the fog was at night. I could not conceive how don Juan walked. I held on to his arm as if I were blind. Somehow I had the feeling I was walking on the edge of a precipice.

My legs refused to move on. My reason trusted don Juan and I was rationally willing to go on, but my body was not, and don Juan had to drag me in total darkness. He must have known the terrain to ultimate perfection. He stopped at a certain point and made me sit down. I did not dare let go of his arm. My body felt, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that I was sitting on a barren dome-like mountain and if I moved an inch to my right I would fall beyond the tolerance point into an abyss.

I was absolutely sure I was sitting on a curved mountainside because my body moved unconsciously to the right. I thought it did so in order to keep its verticality, so I tried to compensate by leaning to the left against don Juan, as far as I could. Don Juan suddenly moved away from me and without the support of his body, I fell on the ground. Touching the ground restored my sense of equilibrium. I was lying on a flat area.

I began to reconnoitre my immediate surroundings by touch. recognized dry leaves and twigs. There was a sudden flash of lightning that illuminated the whole area and tremendous thunder. I saw don Juan standing to my left. I saw huge trees and a cave a few feet behind him. Don Juan told me to get into the hole. I crawled into it and sat down with my back against the rock.

I felt don Juan leaning over to whisper that I had to be totally silent. There were three flashes of lightning, one after the other. In a glance, I saw don Juan sitting cross-legged to my left. The cave was a concave formation big enough for two or three persons to sit in. The hole seemed to have been carved at the bottom of a boulder.

I felt that it had indeed been wise of me to have crawled into it because if I had been walking I would have knocked my head against the rock. The brilliancy of the lightning gave me an idea of how thick the bank of fog was. I noticed the trunks of enormous trees as dark silhouettes against the opaque light grey mass of the fog.

Don Juan whispered that the fog and the lightning were in cahoots with each other and I had to keep an exhausting vigil because I was engaged in a battle of power. At that moment a stupendous flash of lightning rendered the whole scenery phantasmagorical. The fog was like a white filter that frosted the light of the electrical discharge and diffused it uniformly; the fog was like a dense whitish substance hanging between the tall trees, but right in front of me at the ground level the fog was thinning out.

I plainly distinguished the features of the terrain. We were in a pine forest. Very tall trees surrounded us. They were so extremely big that I could have sworn we were in the redwoods if I had not previously known our whereabouts.
There was a barrage of lightning that lasted several minutes. Each flash made the features I had already observed more discernible. Right in front of me, I saw a definite trail.

There was no vegetation on it. It seemed to end in an area clear of trees.
There were so many flashes of lightning that I could not keep track of where they were coming from. The scenery, however, had been so profusely illuminated that I felt much more at ease. My fears and uncertainties had vanished as soon as there had been enough light to lift the heavy curtain of darkness.

So when there was a long pause between the flashes of lightning I was no longer disoriented by the blackness around me. Don Juan whispered that I had probably done enough watching and that I had to focus my attention on the sound of thunder. I realized to my amazement that I had not paid any attention to thunder at all, in spite of the fact that it had really been tremendous.

Don Juan added that I should follow the sound and look in the direction where I thought it came from. There were no longer barrages of lightning and thunder but only sporadic flashes of intense light and sound. The thunder seemed to always come from my right. The fog was lifting and I, already being accustomed to the pitch black, could distinguish masses of vegetation.

The lightning and thunder continued and suddenly the whole right side
opened up and I could see the sky. The electrical storm seemed to be moving towards my right. There was another flash of lightning and I saw a distant mountain to my extreme right. The light illuminated the background, silhouetting the bulky mass of the mountain.

I saw trees on top of it; they looked like neat black cutouts superimposed on the brilliantly white sky. I even saw cumulus clouds over the mountains.
The fog had cleared completely around us. There was a steady wind and I could hear the rustling of leaves in the big trees to my left. The electrical storm was too distant to illuminate the trees, but their dark masses remained discernible.

The light of the storm allowed me to establish, however, that there was a range of distant mountains to my right and that the forest was limited to the left side. It seemed that I was looking down into a dark valley, which I could not see at all. The range over which the electrical storm was taking place was on the opposite side of the valley.

Then it began to rain. I pressed back against the rock as far as I could. My hat served as good protection. I was sitting with my knees to my chest and only my calves and shoes got wet. It rained for a long time. The rain was lukewarm. I felt it on my feet. And then I fell asleep”.

Here’s the book:
http://www.bur.st/~omp0lyom/iosho.com/DonJuan/CC-Ixtlan.pdf

Here’s Danny Kaye’s voice. It’s a song from the movie “The Court’s Jester”, which I treat myself this evening. To me, it’s one of the sweetest and most gentle songs, sung by a man: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55xHOfSLQ9Q&ab_channel=lovermatic

Loo, loo, loo, I’ll take you dreaming
through the rainy night
To a place behind the rain clouds

Where the stars are bright
You may not find gold or silver
But a richer prize
waits for you behind the rainclouds
if you close your eyes

Tonight, tonight
When all the world’s asleep
we will tiptoe home with a wondrous star
A star you can always keep.

And years from now when you go dreaming
when you’re very old
Though your crown be rich with rubies
diamonds set in gold

Then we’ll shine as bright
As the star, we’ll find…. tonight.

Tonight, tonight
when all the world’s asleep
we will find a star
that you can always keep”.

I wish to be his daughter, in the next life and I wish that Danny returns to his next life in exactly the same manner as when his star shone in the last century. 🙄🤗

A movie, made with a variety of footage, starting with the Beatles, in the Flower Power years. The movie is blocked by YouTube with a copyright argument, but it’s due to censoring of the mass media that the audio track is removed. In the link below it’s present in its complete uncensored form.

“Love, reality and time of transition” A movie about the current climate of embracing love and denial of the negative reality.
https://archive.org/details/LoveRealityAndTimeOfTransition

“With the approach of the era of the Holy Spirit, everything must be gradually brought to the light of day, not only the secrets of the laboratory but the deepest meanings of esotericism. The same must happen with illusions, errors and lies, which needs also to be revealed so that they can later be rectified.

The world is suffering from a lack of harmony which gets deeper on every plane, and this is a serious danger to the moral and spiritual recovery of humanity. It also involves a serious risk of failure in the last stage of this time of Transition that we are now entering.

If this risk is not overcome, the Deluge of Fire awaits us.
We will have to make an immense effort to ward off this fate and we have very little time in which to do it. Man has only himself to blame for the greatness of the effort needed: this is the result of his obstinate to heed the warnings that have been addressed to him, time and again by the Divine Voice, just as he continues today to blind himself to the fact that the Deluge of Fire is being made ready”.

Boris Mouravieff book Gnosis II
Source: http://radiantpowered.x10host.com/downloads/library/misc/insight/Mouravieff%20Boris%20-%20Gnosis%20-%20Book%20II%20-%20Mesoteric%20Cycle.pdf

Why was my comment removed?

Thank you for this update, I believe that once we begin to feel the victory of the light from within and when we begin to live it, that many of us begin to witness a change for the better. I believe the process of true understanding, realization, clearing and healing will begin to accelerate faster and faster.

From the moment when I arrived in The Netherlands, in March, and when we Dutchies were allowed to go outdoors, instead of being quarantined (worst scenario to me), I’ve begun to feel that around this time, autumn, something would begin to show up that would through the gaming table over and shatter the cards of the game.

Once we, collectively, will find proof of this enormous scam and damage to our lives, losing loved ones and jobs, on distance from family-members forcefully, there’s no end to a long period of awakening, to some gradually, to others shockingly fast. When that happens, I believe we won’t be able to return to the old way of living conditions, before the year 2020. Not even when we try to. For we will have changed within, at least, many of us, and we will be the change that we intend to see present in our world.

I’m praying for the tipping point, for the human collective reaching that moment, where the pandemic and the so-called saving of our lives by means of vaccination, will simply be declared and dismissed as a path not taken. The power of the medical industry will be shattered, where evil is present. Period. Not to say that in the coming months, life will begin to flow again as “from a slate roof” as we say in Dutch. I believe that right now and in the coming years, our warrior nature will have plenty of exercises. There’s safety in numbers, and I wish you, the reader, the strength to stand up for yourself, autonomous.

I recommend reading the story of The Little Soul and the Sun, written by Neal Donald Walsh. It’s available online. The part below is where the value of opposites and the right to express yourself is explained:

“Think of it this way,” said God. “You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you’re there all right. Along with a million, ka-gillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles…and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly.

Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light–that is the question.” “Well,” the Little Soul perked up, “you’re God. Think of something!” Once more God smiled. “I already have,” God said. “Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we’ll surround you with darkness.”

“What’s darkness?” the Little Soul asked. God replied, “It is that which you are not.” “Will I be afraid of the dark?” cried the Little Soul.”Only if you choose to be,” God answered. “There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is.

You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending.” “Oh,” said the Little Soul, and felt better already. Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. “It is a great gift,” God said, “because, without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then”

“And so,” God concluded, “when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don’t be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!”

“You mean it’s okay to let others see how special I am?” asked the Little Soul.”Of course!” God chuckled. “It’s very okay! But remember, ‘special’ does not mean ‘better.’ Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that.

They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special.” “Wow,” said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. “I can be as special as I want to be!”

Yeah, This is great information if you want to believe in Fairy Tales or Sci Fiction films….but one thing is for sure….There will be no White Hat Revolution if Trump Wins, and there will be very little if any change if Dumb Dumb Biden wins….they are a two headed snake….same beast feeds them both….and the Galactic Cowboys are not going to rescue us either…and neither is Jesus Christ or Santa Clause….Wake up People…. This kind of talk and hopes for a better world have been around for thousands of years…and guess what….? Nothing ever happened…just the same old shit, different Year, different Decade, Century, etc…. We are screwed…but don’t worry your brain will be so numb from the Vaccines and 5G that you won’t feel a thing….but your soul is what they are really after and that is why this prison planet exists….to siphon the energy from your soul….because the scum bags that run this planet don’t have one so they steal our energy to feed their own insane consciousness…. Cobra, Fulford, nice people but they are being duped into believing this place is about to become some sort of 5D Paradise…..completely delusional…. 5G Hell Maybe…..all of these people are part of a big game called multi-level deceptions… and we will not be the winners…. I stopped believing in the unbelievable….You should face the same facts… When it is your time to die tell whoever it is that you meet up there in the Reptilian Bureaucratic Council that controls the Reincarnation Process that they can shove their never ending game of the light fighting the darkness up their ass….tell them your done with the nonsense on this shit hole planet and take your soul and leave…..if you can….. Good Luck…….and may every Last Divine Soul leave this planet to the Reptiles who own this garbage pile………

Thanks for the update. For many years i have struggled with trusting anyone providing information pertaining to the ongoing battle between good and bad on this planet and within all realms. I have tried to keep an open mind however and a huge breakthrough in this trust came when Cobra talked about how the plaediens will use technologies to weaken the virus. This is exactly what has happened as can be clearly seen with small death rates now occuring despite a second wave of infections larger than the first, especially in Europe.
It is hard to maintain faith that massive progress is being made by the light when the situation presented to us on the surface of this planet appears doom and gloom, EG’s everyone forced into lockdown and being told the dreaded vaccine will be compulsory, and mass unrest throughout the world.
Heres hoping that 2021 will be the true beginning of the golden age on earth and the ending of all evil.

This is interesting claim and, curious news…However, it brings with it questions.

Like, if indeed, there (currently at the moment) was an all out full scale war with intergalactic forces arrayed against ‘evil ET’s’ here on, and surrounding earth (I’d think could be dealt with in hours if not days – instead of years but that is another matter entirely, plenty of ‘reasons’ have been provided by Cobra as to why, this did not occur sooner so, please save the comments.), would there not, be (far more) signs of such battles taking place over our heads?
Let me clarify my point here; Steve Basset of Paradigm Research Group (the only ufo/UAP US Congressional lobby group – at least formerly, last I heard he’d given up trying to elicit support in Congress for official congressional disclosure and open testimonies in Congress like those done through the private ‘Citizens Hearings on Disclosure’ – awesome material I highly recommend), worked out a calculation based on the numbers of credible ufo/UAP reports, that,, at any given moment,, there were (a minimum, as his figures by his own admission in a conversation we had some years ago, were “extremely conservative” in his calculations but;), at any given moment, he calculated a minimum of some 65,000 UAP craft were estimated to be, in atmosphere,, of earth, and that these of course rotate, some arriving some departing but, an “average” of a minimum of 65K craft at any given moment…
If therefore, this assertion (which in my opinion assuredly, is ‘minimally accurate’, from my own photography of these craft constantly zipping around up there, some days having caught many, other days just a few, but, most every time I try recording the sky, I capture some pics of) is true…Then, there would be, more than one, random, loud crack/boom heard in a few places around the globe (as I heard overhead here in the UP of MI., “once”,, very recently, followed by craft roaring – circling overhead, – as jet like roaring is often heard, while I am capturing UAP craft in digital photography, I’ve further seen, a very, very few, similar reports on utube). Thus, there should be a lot more ‘explosions’ heard, huge fireballs from exploding craft, seen in the sky at night… there would be crashing and crashed, Craft ‘wreckage’, falling,, to earth, all over the world and, likely dead, and some not dead, aliens crawling out of their downed craft…“Everywhere”, visible, to ‘everyone’.
If one thing can be certain from human history, ‘war is hell’. It is (I assume from records I’ve seen and at the very least, not having witnessed an active battlefield, in person, myself – thank the universe for that, thru, movies, which can only portray a simulation; of actual battle footage), we can be sure of one thing, war is noisy, war is bloody and people get killed, even “people” from advanced extraterrestrial civilizations, there just could not be, such a war actually occurring in physical space of low earth orbit, or atmospheric warfare taking place without significant signs thereof, and more so, physical remains thereof, ie: Like “Tens of Thousands” of crashed wrecked damaged or even destroyed down to parts and pieces, of extraterrestrial craft, falling to earth, literally everywhere…., while open warfare was occurring. Even with limited battles, there would still be some clear wreckage fields of debris. Saying there is such warfare taking place, without evidence, provides no credibility to the claim, in fact, reduces the possibility thereof, by leaps and bounds. It’s just common sense. Logic is a bitch, when dealing with ‘hope’ vs reality.
So let’s not get too excited about such reports a hot war is taking place overhead, and claims ‘we are winning’ with zero evidence… Not Yet, I’m Not.
I know, there are naysayers that will assert that this is a “spiritual battle” fought on alternative dimensional planes…right?
Once upon a time, I believed such ‘fairy tales’, I was I think 5-10yrs old…then I saw what has come to be called, the Coyne Incident, at age 11, I witnessed a ufo at a distance. that was real, that was (albeit like 40yrs later) verifiable, through verifiable witness testimony…
Later I spent 17yrs living in the heart of Missouri, and believe, I can, from that and in reply to such claims about this ‘war’, say: With respect, I’m from Missouri, you’ll have to “show me” the physical evidence thereof,, before,, I will believe it.

I understand like in ufology some believe these craft I photograph and video are not real, ie: “fantasy”…at least until they look at my library of ufo pics, I myself shot, that provides the critical ‘well there it is, one can’t deny it’ reaction to what they see. So, where is that proof, if all that is said to be going on, is true, where is the evidence, where are the videos and pictures?

Shut me up- with the physical evidence, remains, or even many multiple videos and pictorial documentation, real, cross verifiable, -with undeniable, proof,, please….

By the way, the same goes for the claims about Mr Trump and the Q-A-Nonsense, asserted pedophilia prisons and saving children, or Mr Trump or JFK or JFK JR doing so (lol, dead guys righhht) waging this war, as alleged, too.

I say “Show Me” physical proof. Not articles claiming some unknown ‘verified source’ asserted this or that, not manufactured videos showing animations, not “claims” = without evidence,, but, actual,, verifiable,, undeniable proof,, in “physical evidence” (which in the age of computer augmented reality via manufactured videos of anyone saying anything they want that person to say, and yes, cloning technology -alleged, any of this stuff, is going to be difficult at best, to prove making it all,, less credible,, not more so, to me). They used to tell me in the cult, ‘have faith’, and I blindly followed that a count of years but, there comes a time when one must reconcile the garbage they’re fed, with reality…
Has anyone even videotaped these alleged child prisons, and you can’t tell me at the least, with supposedly thousands and thousands of democrats (of course I believe both Republicans and Democrats ‘alike’ could,, be involved in such, but, assumption of ‘could be’ and examinable verifiable ‘physical evidence’ is not the same thing) whom are allegedly ‘baby fetus eating blood drinking vampires of evil’ and yet, not once,, did anyone, at the very least,, and in the age of nearly every man woman and child having a cell phone with digital video capability, that no one, not once, even caught a picture or video of such ‘ceremonies’ showing some famous political figure eating fetus’s nor, has anyone come forward with videos of the alleged clearing of these supposed underground facilities where all these (at least) thousands of children, which were allegedly ‘liberated’, no videos of crying children being escorted safely out of such underground bunkers in the hands of their savior police authority figure’s hands, not one video, I’ve seen posted here (not to say one does not exist somewhere in the utube virtual universe), or anywhere,, that I can find. Only tons of videos of people talking about the Q-A-Nonsense without evidence, ie; no evidence means, no proof, which logically means, likely not real.

I’m not saying UFO’s are not real (these craft are real, are, up there, I have volumes of evidence of that, undeniable there are ‘craft’ flying around up there in milliseconds), I’m not saying there is not a Resistance (I sincerely, truly, hope so), I’m not even saying there is no galactic federation of good ET guys out there somewhere (I truly believe there could be, and want to meet them, if, indeed, there is), I’m just saying, zero ‘real’ evidence,, speaks volumes, and not, in a positive way, to me. So “claims” are just that “claims” – someone’s opinion, until the proof hits the ground (he types as he hears very loud something diving from high altitude and circling with a resonant roar,, one can hardly ignore – sometimes they,, might be trying to tell me something but, I’d say the exact same to them if I could, “prove it beyond doubt”. Which is why I have all alon* said, no one is going to believe this ufo reality, until mass landings or at least,, mass ufo contacts occur..).
Is what’s asserted here in this article real? I don’t know but, without proof, I must assume it only, at best, “might”, “could”,, “be true”,, and hope & meditate, for the best but, then, so could, Santa Claus, be true, too (though logically unlikely yes, bit of a joke). I can only ‘assert’ to you, I have thousands of photographs of these craft, and phenomenon, what ever,, they are, that my camera captures in the heavens and about us.
What are they, are they physical, are they real, or is it all a military Project Blue Beam holographic apparition meant to deceive the public? I can’t,, answer that, not one craft I photographed has landed and introduced themselves, yet…but, I do hope that, that day, cometh soon. Yes, “I hope, it’s true”.

With this post, I can’t help but be reminded of the first X-files movie where Mulder went to Antarctica with a cure for the virus after Scully had been abducted and placed aboard the hive ship. Wouldn’t it be a surprise if something similar to the ending of the movie happened in the Arctic? How would society react to a giant mother ship leaving the earth?

Thank you, these posts are entire loaves and not breadcrumbs! I’m beginning to feel enormous confidence and strength, in myself. A sword burnished in a hot fire, just like how I felt when I crawled out of the depth of my despair, 8 years ago.

When I see the effect on people’s body language and movements, in town, with their outfit of fear, facemask, gloves, and even plastic shields in front of their face, I can’t help, at times, to enter my strong sense of humour and laugh inside. It bubbles up with compassion in tow, and I know that we’re all moving through the steps we need to take to discern and understand our reality now.

To each his/her own is gaining a much deeper depth of meaning for me. The light is victorious already now, it’s ready for the taking for humanity and all beings involved, I believe.

This morning I finished the book “The Journey” written by Lee Carrol, the partner of Kryon, a being who offers his messages by means of channelling through Lee. I’m almost sure that some of you readers are familiar with Kryon. In the last pages of the book, Lee Carrol mentions his visit to the Society for Enlightenment and Transformation (S.E.A.T.) at the United Nations, after receiving an invitation to speak and channel Kryon. In the year 1995. Twenty-five years ago.

In the link below is Lee Carrol’s report of that visit, the 90 minutes speech-time, including the channelling of Kryon’s message. That message presents the view on, and conclusions about experiments in the world of science, the damage to planet Earth and her resources, and the significance of UN’s contact with beings not from Earth pressing the audience in the room to inform the common people and reveal the truth. This report is interesting to me, as it shows the difference between the circumstances when we were alive in 1995 and how we’re alive in 2020. It may be interesting to some of you too.

Kryon also tells the parable of “The story of the tar pit”.

https://www.kryon.com/k_20.html