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28 October 2016 0 Comments

Human or Alien – who can you trust?

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As I have said before I have been a UFO/ Paranormal researcher for 50 years. In those 50 years I had encountered some pretty scary stuff, including my experience with a few alien and Cryptid beings. But here we are in a world where the human condition is getting worse very much by the minute.

Wow, presidential politics is at an all-time low, number of wars around the world around the world at an all-time –high, strange new emerging diseases, man driven climate change, and out of control human population growth. The wealth gaps between groups and between countries, is the greatest in the last 100 years. Now very recently something I warned about 10 years ago is coming true, our reliance on the Internet could drive us to a Mad Max scenario. Human hackers could shut the world down and it could be any minute. Not to mention madmen with their fingers on the nukes. It’s a sad state of affairs for our species.

Now what about the Aliens and the Cryptids, both groups if they truly wanted to could end our existence in a quick minute. I believe the Cryptids – such as Sasquatch and Dogman just want to be left alone. The aliens say the Pleadians and the Greys have an agenda for sure, but with us humans especially our leaders and wannabee leaders, generally being extremely distrustful and sick for power, and with no consideration for human life, looking at Alien group is a viable option. I believe it is time to seriously engage these alien groups we have been fearful of. For man is driving itself down a very dark path, a path of no return.

The question is, what would we have to give up to save our species? They have been abducting people for a very long time and the question is, is their agenda going down a brighter path for the human race? We have to continue our quest to make real serious contact with these beings and look at all options if we want to survive the next 100 years because the cards truly stacked against us.

Sleep tight – mediate , mediate and carefully open up, step forward to meet the Ones who have the ability and power to save our species and maybe we are worthy of their trust, at least the ones among us that care.

 

 

19 March 2015 0 Comments

The Gift of Meeting Clark McClelland

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Rainbow’s thoughts…

To read and hear about the word “whistleblower,” brings to mind the unimaginable and daunting task it must be to be in the constant line of fire. To be called, dishonest, a disinformation agent, crazy or a conspiracy nut, are only a few of the names carried on the shoulders of such brave men and women. The stigma never goes away and the weight of its meaning can debilitate the heart and soul of any individual who should voluntarily, carry its burden. One such whistleblower, Clark McClelland has walked the walk of a truthseeker, enduring hardships and ill health and yet, fearlessly carrying on with his message, a message that has not changed through the course of time.

Looking into Clark’s eyes, it was easy to see his convictions glimmering through his eyes, they never faltered not even with his bouts with intense physical pain that he endured throughout our visit. Images, stories and friendships all merged together becoming clear and comprehensible, as Clark explained each account of his life and those close to him. I sat across from Clark wishing things were different for him and thinking that if a man like him can be taken down to poverty, are there no limits to what “these” people can do.

It’s different when you see, intelligence and passion slowly ebbing away from a weakened body. It’s different when you see a whistleblower face to face and you know there isn’t much you can do to help them. I realized I could only give Clark my support and admiration but in the scheme of things, this feels like so little. Maybe friendship becomes more important to a whistleblower because the road they walk can become very lonely.

Interestingly enough, Clark gave me a gift without me even realizing it at first. One day thinking back about our wonderful dinner, I finally understood what makes history happen. Its men and women like Clark McClelland, who are willing to take on the modern Goliaths of our time, just like the unassuming David did. Perhaps if we are lucky, whistleblowers like Clark will be victorious in not just seeking the truth but in getting it out to the masses. Its truth that changes history but the real question is, can society handle the truth.

Now this is Mike speaking, I have read that he is a liar, a hoax and a con man. Rainbow and I sat with him, he is none of the above. We saw him and we saw his evidence maybe not all but more than enough to call him the real thing. The game of the government is to discredit him as the patriot he is.

As Rainbow has stated, Clark lives in a state of poverty, so I am asking you to go to his site and buy something,anything. Get a piece of history and support this man. Just buy a chapter of his book for a couple of bucks, anything helps to keep this man alive and maybe recover to a more normal life.

His site is http://www.stargate-chronicles.com/site/ or google “stargate chronicles”

Thank You

Rainbow and Mike

29 December 2014 4 Comments

Rainbow’s Diary, When Reality is Questioned Continued

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I had walked into a room to discuss with a large group of people, my experience the night before with the Grey Alien and my ability to expel energy from the top of my head. They wanted me to recount my experience, word for word. The group was mostly humans but I could feel something else lurking in the midst, but I couldn’t pin point where it was.

There was a long conference table that seated around 30 to 40 people in the middle of the room. Some people were standing, others were sitting. As I began to talk, the conference table began to elevate and spin. People scattered, obviously freaked out by the elevating table. I tried to stand on it, saying prayers to get it to stop but it started to spin faster, so I had to jump off. I was so focused on trying to get it to stop spinning, that I didn’t notice that everybody in the room was one by one slowly falling asleep. I knew in an instant that the room was a set up and that we were all trapped in it. A sense of dread came over me indicating something else was also in the room, hiding. I decided to talk anyways, moving away from the table. As I started to talk to the rest of the people who were still awake, some loud and high pitched noise started to drown out my voice. I had to tell a few people talking close by, to be quiet so I could continue with my story. It seemed whenever I continued or tried to talk, something happened to keep me from getting it out. A bluish Alien to my left, really didn’t want me to continue talking and he would make noise or yell at me to get me to stop. I finally had to tell him to, shut up!

I wanted to leave but I knew I couldn’t get out because the doors to the hallway seemed to disappear. After what seemed like an eternity of trying to talk, I dosed off for a bit, resting on a high counter. I woke up abruptly because I could feel something dark watching me. A hooded demon below me, was staring up at me with horrific eyes and a putrid smell, which seemed to serve as his trade mark to those around him. He grabbed my right hand and started to dig his long talon like nails into the top of my hand. I yelled for help but everybody was having a hard time waking up. I could literally feel his nails go into my hand, tearing the skin as if they were daggers. The ones who did wake up, couldn’t get to me because he made them move in slow motion. The pain was excruciating and I saw blood all over my hand. It felt like he had gone right through my hand, making multiple holes with his nails. It was obvious that he came there to keep me from talking. I knew I was up against something that seemed supernatural and powerful, yet it created in me a strong desire to kick its butt and fight it to the death. I looked back at him with disdain which made him dig into my hand harder.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t get him off my hand, his strength was beyond anything I had ever encountered, including the Grey Alien. I knew the only way to get away from him was to immediately wake myself up.

As I did this, I sat up in bed, knowing my right hand was going to be very bloody and I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. I grabbed my little flashlight by the side of my bed because the pain was still very intense and to my surprise as I looked down, I saw nothing but little marks on the top of my hand. Thank God … no blood was anywhere! I laid back down wondering if I fell back asleep, would I see the same horrid creature again. It took over an hour for me to fall back asleep and when I woke up the next morning, I saw nail marks on the top part of my hand that took the rest of the day to disappear.

Addendum
Shortly after these two experiences, I had an accident with a long studio mirror that was 10 feet by 5 feet. Out of the blue one night, some strange force pushed it forward and it landed on my bed. If I had been sleeping in my bed at that very moment, I would have been severely hurt or worse. So I have to ask, what two sides was the medium talking about?

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27 December 2014 0 Comments

Rainbow’s Diary, When Reality is Questioned

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At days end, sometimes I have found my experiences include parts of my day to day life. I don’t always like this because in a way, it’s a creepy way of something or someone letting me know they are watching me. Usually, my dreams are in detail but when I experience these compelling connections to my daily life, they are fast packed with a lot of activity and symbolism. I can’t always figure these experiences out but I can usually remember them in detail. Here is a prime example of a conversation; I was having with a good friend that became a strange part of two dream experiences that happened one after the other.

The day of the 29th, I was having lunch with a good friend which ended up being over 2 hours. I picked her up at her house and went to our favorite restaurant, Hannah and Nate’s. As I was driving her back to her house, we were discussing a topic that I felt wasn’t mentioned enough about abductees. I asked her, “Do you think, any of us have special abilities as an end result of contact with Aliens, Mi-lab or MIBS?” She felt there was a possibility abductees could, and we began another lengthy conversation in her drive way.

I had mentioned that I went to see a woman in Taos a few months prior, who is considered a very good and highly sought after medium and Tarot reader. I usually don’t seek out tarot readers because I read tarot myself but her spot on readings got my attention besides word of mouth that she was highly intuitive. The day I saw her, one part of my reading actually surprised me. She explained, that there was a possibility that one or two sides were waiting to see if I could do something. Whatever it was, she stated that either I was born able to do something or I that was taught how to do something at a very young age.

I recounted to her that at age of 6, I was able to levitate and one unfortunate day, I did so at my elementary school, when I was in the 1st grade. I scared a bunch of kids off and after that I became an oddball with no friends. I asked a little girl if she could do it too and she said no and that I wouldn’t have any friends if I kept doing it. Well, I didn’t have any friends anyways but I decided never do it again because I didn’t like not having any friends. There were more experiences but I have forgotten them or should I say, blocked them.
She added, “They” are waiting to see if you can remember doing something that you have forgotten that is significant. Time will tell if you can remember.”

My friend asked me what I thought it was and I told her I didn’t know. With that being said, we hugged good-bye and I left for home. Strangely enough, as I was leaving my friends drive way I knew somehow that our conversation was being listened to. I couldn’t shake it off all day and that night as I fell asleep, I had a feeling something might happen.

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I was in a living room in a strange house and the people there, wanted me to dance for them. I didn’t want to because for some reason, I felt a little uncomfortable, like something wasn’t quite right. A strange looking woman who was about 3 feet tall was trying to get me to talk to her. She blurted out emphatically that she wanted me to tell her everything about my conversation I had with my friend during that day. I thought it odd that she knew about my conversation because I knew we were alone, with no one around us.

She then started to try and get me to tell her what I thought my special power was. I thought it odd she said (power) instead of ability but then again I knew I was in a strange place and she was even stranger still. I wouldn’t talk to her about it which made her extremely agitated at me. She then insisted I tell her what my power was. I was trying to walk away from her but she quickly got in front of me, to stop me.

She lunged at me and I felt something inside me move around from my solar plexus through my chest. It felt strange at first but then I realized that whatever was inside me moving was familiar, warm and incredibly luminous. She grabbed me as I was running towards the front door and we fell forward. She was trying to get whatever was inside me … out of me. She became angry and at this point she knocked me back to the ground as I tried to get up. I was shocked at how strong she was and I became worried that I might not be able to fend her off me.

Somehow, I was able to push the energy she wanted, out of me through the top of my head and as she was trying to grab at it, I was directing it away from her like a ping pong ball. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself up in it. She then tried to wrap me up in it with her, and this is when I realized that she was a Grey Alien because she didn’t even bother at this point to keep her human form.

She knocked me down and tried to see where the energy came from inside me. I could feel her searching inside me even though we were rolling around on the floor. I didn’t like the feeling of her being able to look inside me, so I wrestled with her more forcefully, trying to get her off me. I made sure the energy that came out of me, was always out of her reach. She finally left me and went running for it but she could never move fast enough to snatch it. I felt strange and at the same time calm as this energy seemed to come out of me. I remember I was in a strange state of mind so much so, that I felt I was going to move out of my body and merge with the energy I was directing away from the Grey Alien.

At this point, I had, had enough of the Grey Alien, and somehow, I made a big tree in the middle of the living room, appear out of thin air. I saw a big branch and with my mind, I threw her up on the branch away from me. The last thing I remember saying to her before I woke up was, “I changed a long time ago.”

Once I opened my eyes, I felt exhausted, almost like I had gotten no sleep during the night. I realized that my premonition that someone had been listening in to our conversation the day before, was spot on. It was all I could do to get through the day. I took a nap, hoping that I would be left alone, so I could get some sleep. As night came, I thought I was home free because usually these experiences don’t happen, twice. Well, this time I was wrong.