Truth Seeker Highway

It occurred to me, that for most abductees or experiencers, we have to take our lives and do an automatic rewind. We have to fill in the blanks, because of those abrupt slips of missing time, unknown people, unknown places and images that come in and out of our consciousness.   Anything can trigger a memory, a movie, and a phrase in a book or dialogue, a location or on the other end of the spectrum, smells, colors and sounds.

For me, certain animal sounds can just freak me out especially if I hear lions and tigers pouncing on prey, making those attack howls and bellows on TV. My psyche goes into a tailspin and I go into a massive depression, fraught with an irritability that makes no sense. It’s like I’m almost stuck in this place of a bottomless pit of darkness.

I get glimpses occasionally from my childhood memories, split second images, voices and animal growls that make no sense. From the kind of childhood upbringing I had, these images just don’t make sense. If I bring up questions regarding these memories to my parents, they look at me as if I lost my mind. Maybe I did, who knows…

Déjà vu, is a huge part of understanding these memories. I have been places and sworn I had been there before or have seen people in poses, clothes that looked familiar to me yet I knew I have never met them. A phrase will ring a bell and it will be familiar. It’s as if I am reliving something that already took place yet again, I know that I am living my life day to day. So how does something become familiar in the present that somehow is remembered? Is it reality rewind?

Memories can be borrowed, implanted or suggested especially with AI, mind control and artificial frequencies hitting our brains. How do we know what is real within our own reality or what is a semblance of something else? This is the million dollar question.

Within our souls, there is an inner sanctum that can’t be penetrated; it’s a wall-less, lighted array of brilliance that is an omnipotent existence. This sentient sanctuary for the average man or woman, by default has become a forgotten and desolate existence.  The sound of silence bellowing its unnatural call to deaf ears roars like a raging tidal wave, hoping that we become awake, remembering our place in the Universe.

Why did we trade everything for so little? Who convinced us this was better? How do we get back to our true selves?

We do this by, “Remembering who we are.”

I’m not asking for a hand out from some other living being, whether they be extraterrestrial or interdimensional, I am asking myself to awaken to the possibility of what I was and even more so, to whom I will become. It’s time to step up to the plate, rewind to the past so that we can fast forward to a world that truly is home and to a planet that we so richly deserve but more importantly, a planet that we take care of and in return, takes care of us. The time is now!

Fairies, good folk, wee folk, people of peace, and very fair-skinned beings, are all terms used to describe these amazing small beings that are human in appearance with super natural powers. Some fly, cast spells, and possibly can influence the future. They have been said to shape shift into normal-looking forest animals such as, deer, birds of prey, and squirrels. Their behavior ranges from peaceful, to mischievous and sometimes even evil and devilish. This reportedly devilish behavior came with the invasion of the Christians into the pagan lands throughout Europe. Some pagans worshiped these fairies to the dismay of the new religious sheriffs in town.

In my 40+ years of paranormal study I have come across some lucky people who have seen them. I feel the chances are actually far greater to see a fairy than a Gray alien being. Now I will tell you this, children under five years old are the ones who will see the fairies the most. Why these children? This is because the very young still have very open minds. As we get older our cultures mold our minds to what fits and what is comfortable. I constantly tell parents to listen to their children; they see what they see and it is very real to them. I say don’t discourage their minds, this is some kind of amazing experience. Let them embrace it and not fear it.

Now let me tell you a modern tale. A friend of mine just came back from a place in northeastern Washington State. He met a nice retired couple who was visiting this same area of the state a year before. Their story goes, they were hiking in a very wooded area and walked in about three miles where the woods were extremely dense. There in the distance was a beautiful clearing; a meadow of sorts and it seemed to have heat waves rising or heavy vapor hanging at the back of this grassy area. Suddenly out of this mirage appeared a swarm of Fairies, but they were bigger than bees, maybe humming birds. As the couple walked closer they stated that every hair on their bodies was standing up. Suddenly they saw a foot-high gorgeous fairy staring straight in their eyes. They did not feel fear but rather a very peaceful feeling befalling upon the couple. A swarm of hundreds maybe thousands of fairies began coming out of their vortex to play, and then they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.

Is it all true? My friend said the retired couple seemed very sincere, and as they told their tale tears came out of their eyes. I guess I will see, for Rainbow and  I  plan to go to this vortex area in the next few years to search for the swarm.

Sleep tight, and may your dreams be filled with beautiful fairies.

MWiz.

Face of Prophesy – Young Edgar Cayce 

So below were my 2017 predictions — how did I do ?

1. 2017 will prove to be a year none alive will ever forget .— (correct ) Trump presidency — nothing like it — one big point to me 

2. The Election steal by the Russians will lead us into another cold war and almost HOT war III. President Pence will save the day.—1/2 correct – 1/2 point — they did steal the election but Trump still in power 

3. The Packers will go to the SuperBowl=– very wrong — 0

4. Climate warming will keep marching at an accelerated rate many scientists are showing major concern on the increased rate . yes very correct  – 1 point

5. A very famous young athlete will die suddenly– don’t believe so – 0

6. A new whistle-blower out of left field from the public eye –on their deathbed – ” shadow government– Mars “– Yes CIA agent — 1 point 

7. False Flag event — 911 type  1/2 point yes I believe was a strange event – Las Vegas shootings

8. Continued foreign Hacking will disrupt US and European electrical grids– no not that I am aware of  — 0

9. A new war between India and Pakistan will break out— tension are high but no direct war — 1/2 point 

10. A 6.2 earthquake or greater will hit California– no not yet – 0 

45% correct I have done better — 

For 2018 — lets see — what I think will happen (?)

1. Southeast US– huge wildfires will surprise everyone .
2. Democrats win back the house of representatives, Republicans gain one in the Senate ( by surprise)
3. Mueller finds Trump guilty of obstruction of justice — Republicans do nothing
4. Trumps Son-in law is indicted – Trumps pardons him
5. Trump tries to fire Mueller its blocked by a bipartisan effort — lead by John McCain
6. McCain  passes by the end of the year.
7. Volcano eruptions on the rise as glaciers  continues to melt
8. A strange new disease — causes people to have difficulty in walking
9. New scientific papers — show more links between  vaccines and autism .
10.  2018 — will rank very high in the ones to remember .

Enjoy — your Family — 2018 could be very challenging  for one and all.

Over our years of research Rainbow and I have come to a conclusion that in many families there is one person, a child that may have been selected to have a great deal of encounters from paranormal and or Alien being sources. Even though all or a few other family members may have had similar experiences, they are not forthcoming to discuss the events . The selected child’s (the Black Swan) experiences are very  much on the surface, not hidden or covered-up. The other family members are screened or the sheer fear – suppresses the paranormal memories.

In a way there is a bit of a curse for the one that remembers. They are told by other family members it’s your imagination, a bad dream, its not true, or you’re just crazy. It can even get into  shaming and bullying the child into a unstable mind meld  I feel this works into the paranormal/ alien agenda causing more interior emotional conflict among the family members. The creation of this emotional energy, could be by itself one of their agendas. This human energy could nourish the entities bodies and minds.

As it has been stated before, alien entities encounters are generational. There is a huge educational process that is going to have to happen among families that have been touched by the unthinkable – an alien/paranormal experience. It has been my experience that when families sit and talk through their common,  other worldly experiences, amazing life puzzles are solved. Each family, member holds a key piece to the understanding of their duo life in this day to day reality and the dream/alternate reality most of us have, but few acknowledge.

Let me share some amazing numbers I believe are  true from my 50 years of research, 85% of humans on earth have had some sort of Alien/ paranormal experience, 60% of them are part of a generational group agenda project. And the other 15% they are hybrids, and they live knowing both worlds, with amazing clarity.

Sleep tight , part of our journey is to reconcile our duo self into these duo realities.

MWiz.

When I was young, from four to six years of age, I had a fear beyond what any average-young child should have had. This fear wasn’t normal by any sense of the word but I have to say, fear of any kind isn’t a good thing. My fear was blocked and hidden beneath layers of denial, blurry visions and the ever expansive darkness swirling around these memories.

My sense of smell though, to this day, has never forgotten that stench of fear that permeates the nostrils just before death. I still smell this odor to this day, especially if I am near a cemetery after a person has been buried. I call it – smelling their death. It’s slightly different from person to person and animal to animal. Once this odor is experienced, it  never goes away.

I finally came to terms as an adult with the fact that my innocence was taken at a young age, from a blank and faceless foe, devoid of any human characteristics but still as ominous to this day as it was in my adolescence.

Death, took my innocence away.

I know what it’s like to watch something die, close up and personal, hearing the noise of anguish and panic that happens when something has no choice but to surrender to an imminent death and the aggressive pursuit of a predator,  growling it’s warning before is seizes its prey.

Maybe just maybe, my memories are false and I realize that this can be the case but I must say, the reality of my memories, paints a very vivid picture. Now that the blocks are gone, I can see the moments in time that have become frozen and I can also come to terms with being a young victim of cruelty. Death is a cruel teacher, it’s never far away. This is what I remember so many years ago.

When a family pet dies, it’s a horrible feeling because they were a beloved part of a family. As a young child, this feeling of anguish is amplified tenfold because of how innocent their view of the world is.

By the age of ten, I wasn’t just desensitized, I was broken down to a point that I didn’t feel much except for that feeling of impending doom that every once in a while would take over me.

Here’s why.

I have memories of animals dying from the hands of unknown people. To this day, all I can see is big hands, the size of Hulks hands, holding baby animals. I just see from the elbow down … not even clothes or skin color but more so just hands.

The cats or puppies were held from behind the neck but the little bunny rabbits were held by their long ears. They struggled and I struggled as I was being held in place, made to watch them … die. I’ll spare you the details on how but it was bloody and I had to hear the poor animals squeal and scream until their little bodies went limp. I would become just as limp, crying and feeling so responsible because I was told it was my fault.

If I closed my eyes instead of watching the animal die, they would kill another animal and tell me, it was my fault they killed it. I carried the weight of these little animals on my shoulders throughout my life. I was a guilt ridden little girl and young woman up until I came to terms with what happened.

The best way to take away innocence is by making innocent eyes watch horrific acts of violence.

Let me back track.

To begin my story, me along with six or seven other kids were taken from a Catholic school we attended by men in military uniforms in a light blue bus. We would be driven to an underground facility. I vaguely remember a stench in the air; a smell like you would smell at a zoo.

Part of breaking our innocence was introducing us to failure. They brought about failure as a part of the training we went through by making us responsible for the baby animals or other animals dying. They were always going to kill them but we didn’t know that.

I couldn’t save the baby rabbits. I couldn’t help any of the baby animals they killed.

They would kill babies as a means to imprint onto us that innocence is easy to kill, we would be easy to kill but more importantly they could kill or harm our parents if we told or said anything.

We were put up close, almost in harm’s way, from lions, tigers or other types of predators chained. They made us watch the seemingly starved animals kill their food. Usually a live animal was dragged up to the chained and hungry cats. This is why Life of Pi is off limits for me, it brought back all the horrific memories. I cried for hours just watching a small portion of this movie. It was a horrendous trigger.

Fast forward to April of this year, 2017…

I saw a painting of bunny rabbits that I became infatuated with. It was only $30.00 so I decided to buy it.

The rabbits are eating peacefully and as I look at this painting, I feel peaceful. It’s a moment frozen in time just like my memories, with the obvious difference being nothing can hurt them.

For some reason this painting is therapeutic for me. Maybe that’s strange for some people to understand but for me, it’s helping me heal from moments in time that in a way, I feel chained to.  The comforting thought for me, is the bunny rabbits will be in that moment, painted forever alive and not even death can change that.

Rainbow and I have been paranormal researchers each for over 30 years. It is our passion, something we love doing together and we have done some unforgettable projects ,which many of you have read over the years, on our two websites.Rainbow, also  writes on a regular basis for Paranormal Underground and other like magazines. It is important our information freely is distributed, for I have always believed in the saying “there is no secret worth keeping”. Spreading truth and wisdom, begets more truth and wisdom. It is what we are all about.

Our latest project, involves a wonderful small country store and restaurant near the entrance to Silver Falls  State Park , 15 minutes east of Silverton Oregon. Over the last year, Rainbow and I have befriended the owners of that particular store. We were originally drawn to the store because on their store sign, there is a wonderful picture of a Sasquatch. We stopped in and met everyone in the store. Come to find out, the whole surrounding area is loaded with Paranormal activity and to top that, they have a great Big Sasquatch Hamburger that is out of this world.

For several years, the owner had been tracking some of their customers stories and experiences, by having them write them down in a book, to be shared with other customers. We were told, it had many amazing stories, but unfortunately, someone stole the book to the great sorrow of the store owners. Rainbow and I have provided a Paranormal Survey and the materials for the store owners to start another binder full of amazing Cryptid and paranormal stories that can be shared with one and all, but this time there will be a backup copy just in case someone gets sticky fingers again.

So come and visit Silver Falls Country store on Hwy 214 east of Silverton Oregon. Bring your own stories, read other’s  stories, and enjoy great company and  great food. Maybe just maybe,  you will see us there .

Eyes open, no fear, be safe

MWiz.

To all our friends, have a safe and Happy Thanksgiving! We will be back on the 29th, and Michael has something interesting he is starting for our next blog post. Until then, all our best to to you and your families!

Rainbow And Mike

For the most part, Michael and I are usually on the same page regarding our projects, interests and ideas. Every once in a while, we don’t agree, which makes life interesting. So last week’s post, written by Michael wasn’t something I totally agreed with. Here’s my take on this subject.

Since I’m an Empath, throughout my life I have had disembodied spirits talk to me besides other beings of different intents and places. Most of the time, I don’t go looking for them, they come looking for me. As a kid I was scared to death, as a teeny bopper, I was annoyed  and as a young adult I just wanted to be like my friends, oblivious to anything outside of school and boys.

Time doesn’t exist outside of our last breath; at least this is what was told to me by spirits, ghosts and a few goblins. It’s a comfort, kind of like leaving the lights on at night but outside of our existence, it’s not necessary.

Ghosts become the end result of their lives, whether they be short, long or in the middle. Painful deaths, wrongful deaths and long and tortuous deaths can change the outcome of where we go as humans in the afterlife. And sometimes, people just don’t want to leave. The attachment to a person or a place is so great, that they are bound to the emotional attachment of their memories. Love is a strong bond that holds no bounds.

Residual hauntings are a different story; they are a replaying of emotional trauma intentional or accidental. A car crash, catastrophic circumstances, heart attack or whatever can ail the human body. Shock and awe can saturate a place within seconds and leave a residue of unrequited answers lingering for eons.

Unconsecrated ground brought forth from ceremonies, unholy or untimely deaths can create such a outburst of emotional repulsion and distress that, that very moment in time is imprinted forever. To be within this energy is unhealthy and for anything to linger within its effluence can create a crack within the parameter of existence for ghosts and humans alike.

Whatever can bring about confusion and denial, usually holds the human spirit here. It’s a tough realization to comprehend that the human body  is no longer a part of  life, that the things that most of us take for granted … are gone for good. When death enters the picture, there are no second chances. The door is closed, at least for the human to human contact we live with day in and day out.

But let’s take this a step further, imagine, using other abilities to communicate to loved ones, that weren’t used while you were alive. What is death, really? It takes away the body only, but not who we are as sentient beings. The ghostly others, have communicated with me throughout my life, so this does happen, this “different” way of communicating.

What if there are other ways to communicate that we unfortunately don’t use while we are alive like telepathy, mind over matter and levitation. It seems through stories and recounted events, that shocking circumstances can prompt the use of these abilities. Why is it that people who come so close to death or perhaps die for minutes, bring back these abilities with them?

To me, ghosts are reminders that life continues on and if they can relay to me what lies beyond the life I know, I am more than willing to talk to them.

Yes, they do have a voice; it’s just not with vocal chords.