25 August 2017 0 Comments

     A Hike in the Woods

 

Ever walked a trail in the forest, after listening to David Paulides talk about disappearances? In the back of your mind … the stories are there and every step you take, every breath you make, lingers in slow motion, because it’s the, “what if,” scenario that makes your pulse quicken while your eyes dart around for any sudden movement or sound. A hike in the forest will never be the same.

Michael and I enjoy walks and we try to visit our forest friends as often as we can. This particular walk for both of us, was a bit sobering. As researchers, we know what might be out there and we also know surprises can lurk around any corner. The majesty of the trees, the sound of the river racing along, can make a person forget to be vigilant, because let’s face it, we go on hikes to relax, not to stress ourselves out.

The big question is, if we think about Sasquatch, Dogman or the mystery Cryptid, Michael coined, Creature X, do we attract them to us? What if the little elemental sprites, faeries are running around, will they know we come in peace? The darkness and its shadowy minions can play havoc on our fears, so what happens when and if our paths cross?

The day was just like any other day, here in Oregon, bright and lovely, the clouds seemed to almost dip down and touch us, and the path was one of the best we have seen, almost like it was cleared and laid out just for us. So, why was I nervous?

This was our first time in this particular forest so it felt a little intimidating, at least for me. We took apples, granola bars and a note for Warsiah. We usually leave something for the Sasquatch every time we go on a hike.

The trail was just beautiful with tall trees and amazing smells. We were the only people on the trail so it felt like we were in our own piece of paradise. Twenty minutes into the hike, we both noticed that there were no birds or squirrels to be seen … anywhere.

I stated that this was odd to Michael and he agreed. My mind was racing and I was trying to remember what I was told by my benefactors years ago when they told me what birds being quiet meant. Was it a warning?

I had the impression that literally no squirrels lived in this forest and maybe that is a possibility but I’ve never known this to be. And besides that, I really didn’t notice any bugs flying around. It was if we were in a forest that had no animals living in it at all. So, was this a vortex we were in? This is the only answer that seems to check most of the boxes in my mind, except, I didn’t notice any weird smells or electricity in the air.

After about almost an hour, we heard our first bird but never saw any squirrels. We didn’t even see a bird flying around, only heard them. I reasoned that maybe this was because the trees were so tall, maybe the birds were up high but even still, when birds aren’t around, that definitely is alarming.

We then, heard a noise, it sounded like a footstep to our left, further back where some trees were down. We started to walk and again, there was that same noise that sounded like a step, almost like someone or something was following us.

We heard other sounds but the footsteps seemed to be the most unsettling. After we heard the steps, we decided to walk a bit further and then turn around. We found a secret place to put the apples and other goodies for Warsiah (our Oregonian Sasquatch contact) and we started back.

On the way back, I thought of all the missing people who started off just like we did but never made it back home. Does awareness of beings in the forest guarantee a safe journey back to the car? I don’t really know, but one thing I do know, is that hikes for Michael and I, as much as we love them, will always be a bit precarious now. After all, the first step on any trail either leads to a desired destination or one that is unexpected.

Just remember, we really aren’t alone in the forests, maybe we never really were but thanks to the hard work of David Paulides and others, we now know to be awake and aware.   Happy and safe trails.

16 June 2017 0 Comments

Beyond the Ordinary with the RH-Factor

At various points in my life, I instinctively go back to my Celtic roots. I feel more Irish and Scottish than my Italian and Spanish self is willing to admit. The Celtic music speaks to me in ways that go directly into my fiery core which is like a beckoning light, leading me home.

There are so many questions that I have, it’s almost like I don’t know who I am. Is the negative blood type running through my veins really Alien in nature or am I a different kind of human that is either a forgotten myth or interstellar traveler?

Either one is fine with me, as long as there is some semblance of truth guiding me on my quest for answers. So, I thought I would share some interesting, maybe weird findings with all of you. Life experiences can either be unexpected treasures or the junk of disappointment. Either way, there is always something to be learned.

Belonging Some Place Else

Sometimes I feel very alone, not the self indulgent, “Woe is me” feeling but more, “okay, where did my people go?”

I have had memories and visions, but I must pause here to fervently state, these are not dreams which are entirely a different ballgame. These are worlds that feel so much like home that when I realize I am back here in this reality or dimension, that I almost feel horribly abandoned, lost to my true home. As much as I love this planet, home is not here.

I think many RH negative people feel this way to a certain degree. Do I have proof, no but I have talked to many who feel a calling to someplace else.  We feel a kinship with vast open spaces along with the mountainous regions. I am not a water person by a long shot but opposite of this is the vast and bottomless ocean. We are kin to one or the other.

Fairy Folk

Michael and I believe in the Fairy folk and other Wee people of purported myth. We search out Cryptids and Beings of old who have not abandoned our forests. As long as they are still here, we truly believe humanity has a chance to correct the chaos and mayhem we created. I feel when humans stray from their true nature; our beloved friends can no longer communicate with them. Humans can become blind and deaf to the ancient ones. The wake-up call is now.

Crowds

Crowds can become like the definition of a claustrophobic maze. The roads less traveled are more comfortable. It’s a feeling where I become undetectable, hidden from sight which is a much more relaxed feeling. Though, I must admit, I still have the weirdest desire to jump into bushes when cars drive by our front yard. It’s so overwhelming that at times, I feel like I will jump out of my skin if I don’t hide. It’s the darndest thing and one that I don’t think I will ever outgrow.

Blood Type Diet

Interestingly, I was introduced to what is called the blood diet years ago. My naturopathic doctor introduced me to it years before I met Michael, who is a big fan of it. There is no distinction between the positive and negative blood types. I was left scratching my head when I saw they didn’t differentiate between the two because I feel there is a big difference with the blood types.

Michael didn’t think it would matter but I told him that some of the foods I wasn’t allowed for my blood type didn’t feel right. For example, I feel like crap after weeks of not eating ground beef or beef itself. That kind of meat every so often just keeps me going. How can spinach pasta be bad for me? I like spinach and feel good eating it. I love cashew and pistachio nuts and low and behold, I’m not supposed to have them either. I just go according to what my body says, and she says eat what feels good.

Water

I often wonder if this other realm that RH negatives are from, is under water only because of how much water we drink. I know I’ve stated this before but it’s a bit bizarre how much water I drink considering the fact that I don’t really like to swim. I often have felt that if I was by the ocean for too long, the mermaids would come looking for me. I wonder if there is a connection between my blood type and the Merpeople. Unless I develop gills any time soon, I’m probably not going to find out.

Peeping Toms

This last bit of sharing is a rather strange one. It doesn’t happen all the time (thank Goodness) but when it does, it’s really frightening.  I can be in a room and know if someone is watching me, you know like the invisible peeping toms or the yellow eyes with no face. When I would practice for a show or restaurant gig in my dancing days, the feeling would be so strong that the back of my neck would get all prickly and I would get Spock ears …which usually meant that someone with a dubious and formidable presence was close by. I could also feel people watching me from the ceiling. It was the oddest sensation because either they had to be looking down at me or they were watching from some form of technology that gave the impression they were looking down at me. I could feel people outside my window, and I would peer out and see nothing but I knew they were there.

As an RH negative, I think we are watched every so often. Are we a part of an agenda that very few speak of, only time will tell but until then, I will keep searching for answers even if they are in the weirdest of places and beyond the ordinary.

 

 

14 June 2017 0 Comments

Paranormal Underground Magazine

Check out my articles in the April and May issues of the Paranormal Underground magazine. Lots of great articles and insights into the paranormal from people just like you and me, looking for the truth.

https://www.paranormalunderground.net/

3 March 2017 0 Comments

Dreggs of the Netherworld

This topic isn’t one of my more comfortable ones. I think now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone that I should talk about some formidable foes. Before I start, the one thing to remember, is that our homes are our sanctuaries and that we have dominion on this planet along with so many other beings that are born on Mother Earth with us.

Throughout my journeys there have been a few Spirit Guides and Cryptid that have conveyed messages to me. There was also the Jinn, Antioch who shared information with me and another Dark Entity that I haven’t spoke about before. Today I will share tid bits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, the side roads of obscurity.

The word, “Dreggs,” came from Antioch, when he spoke to me from Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He defined the Dreggs as dark entities, beings or forms of energy that feed off, harass or enslave humans.

Humans have an interesting fate. We are born completely wiped of any memory of any past life and then as we progress through life, we strive to remember who we were and who we are becoming. The animals in the forests are born and reborn with a connection that is never severed from itself. Many sentient beings live lifetime upon lifetime so much so that we as humans need to live multiple life times to follow the years in their footprints.

Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for a remedial answer to this beleaguering problem. This is our Achilles heel. And it sucks because many of these lost memories are golden, pure history, truth with no fillers, the actual account of what life was, is and will be.

Within the subsisting  vivacity of existence , there seems to be a brooding and hushed darkness that we as humans have forgotten about. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.  Truth or fiction, you decide.

The Cryptid Tulack was quite the silent type but what little he did open up to me about, was surprising. There are fewer Dogmen now than ever before. Their presence here is constantly being disturbed by a very weird outside source. It’s a predatory Cryptid created by a Grey faction working with our military. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogman besides an unknown Alien DNA. I thought it was perhaps Grey DNA but I’m not so sure. Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this creature is loyal to. One has to think, is it loyal to its master or is it a self evolving entity out of control. The dangers in our National Parks will continue to stay hidden as long as programs such as this exist. How can anyone be safe?

Antioch was an odd fellow. I was never comfortable with his communication with me because I knew he despised humans and I just so happen to be a human. I often wondered why he offered up a plethora of info. I didn’t pay much attention which some researchers would find unprofessional in our field but this particular contact unnerved me to my core.

He said in a matter of fact tone, (from the little bit that I remember) to imagine if you can, creatures who feast on humans. They are not Demons but something that crossed over from another Dimension, waiting for the chance opportune time when the veil weakened, barely holding its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at the same time? They are calculating and cunning way beyond the dark entities that exist here already. Humans are their prime food source and all they have to do is to focus on one person at a time. They basically have a food source for a millennium.

What is interesting is that these beings are the ones coming up in ceremonies, Ouija boards, scary movies and the imagination of story tellers alike. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people that think they can get in on the action will eventually find that they are nothing more than food to these beings. We are not at the top of the food chain and in many ways we are actually a delicacy for many creatures and entities.

Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that are woven around the earth. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive. I saw many human souls try to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to get away, it would extend itself and send off a vibration that would pull the souls back into itself. There was no escape and I saw that I was trapped just like everybody else.

The Dark Entity that I haven’t spoken about before is a  Shapeshifter. I have stated in other articles that there is a huge difference between a Skinwalker, Shapeshifter and Cryptid. They are all different beings.

The Shapeshifter does the actual ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually children. From start to finish it usually takes a year to complete the actual ceremony. It is dark and it is sinister. I can’t go into details of what the ceremony entails because I would fear for my own safety if I did so. I witnessed the end part of the ceremony by mistake. I am an Empath and sometimes when I venture off with my dream body, I get caught in dark webs that extend beyond into the ethereal world. The dark shaman I witnessed, maintained his youth and age and was by today’s standards an average guy in his 30’s. In reality he would be hundreds of years old. I believe he is a cousin to the Vampire of old. Depending on which continent such a creature exists, it can take on many forms.

The Kraken was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that was a bad omen. He looked like an old man with a mustache and beard. He had a full head of hair that was long past his shoulders. He had three octopus legs for the lower half of his body.  Having him in our time line means that we fluctuate between the possibilities of dimensions. He reminds me of old man time except for the fact that he is an entity that messes with time lines and changes the course of parallel universes. He does become a heavy weight for Mother Earth and he affects her ability to spin on her axis.

Last but not least is the Giants. I definitely wanted to add them because of Michael’s last post on Giants and my vision of seeing them wake up. There is so much important history that was placed in stasis with them. I fear that with the burials of the Giants being dug up, this history will only be shown to a chosen few. The Dreggs here are those hiding history. The questions is what are they hiding and why?

There are people like us all over the world seeing, remembering and starting to wake up. We would be a nefarious foe for the Dreggs and just imagine the changes we can make together so that we can live on Mother Earth as we were intended.

13 January 2017 0 Comments

Reality VS the Frightful Shadows

 

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The paranormal can be many things for a variety of reasons. For the most part within our reality here on this planet, there are the unseen, unknowable aspects of the darkness and only what seems to be like a handful of books to address any problems lurking within the shadows. Syfy has taken liberties with imaginative monsters and dark gabled windows that reflect back more than the naked eye can see. What happens when the darkness is real, the experiences are terrifying and the impulse is to run with nowhere to hide? It’s become a rudimentary and convoluted topsy turvy problem; the reality for some reason seems to be less terrifying to fanatical listeners and distantly obsessed observers because Horror and Syfy shows have taken everything to the extreme, the impossible, and the unthinkable. People who experience the darkness these days have to prove its existence to the naysayers, when years ago, on word of mouth only and a preacher’s visit, the said acknowledgment was enough.

With this being said, to an, “In the moment Experiencer,” there is no movie comparable to living and breathing the reality of shadows and mysterious creatures. The reality of the unexplained is not only a lonely endeavor but for most people, they instinctively loath the idea and without a doubt, resolutely avoid its path. Those few brave souls like Michael and myself who do venture forward towards the unknown, become acquainted with the shadows and the shadows forever follow us. This doesn’t mean that light doesn’t peek through the shadowy silhouettes; it means that once acquainted with the unknown, one becomes altered by its association.

Here are a few experiences I have had that I can’t explain. I’ve tried to figure out scenarios that fit perfectly like puzzle pieces even though these sequences are just as fantastical as the experience. Maybe this is the first clue, what seems to be complete fantasy probably is closer to the truth and reality than what we can ever know. Aliens, Shadow People, Men in Black, Black Ops and Cryptids welcome the occasional traveler through their domains or so we think. Maybe in some cases, it’s a bit more sinister.

I don’t want to put human thought into the minds of certain beings, Aliens, Cryptids or whoever lurks in the corners. But I must say, my human mind wants clarification and tutoring into the protocols of each group. How do we understand what exists alongside us that is ultimately as foreign to us as the distant star? Those dark and mysterious reclusive souls who stay within the shadows eventually come out and show themselves in the most unusual and convoluted ways. It comes down to seeing beyond our expected reality, our eyesight’s normal range so that we can see the depth of the exceptional unknown. The question is, how do we get past our minds roadblocks?

Locations can trigger memories as far back as our earliest childhood. Blocks and unconscious association to places and people can be the hardest of all to understand. Los Alamos, New Mexico is one of those places for me. As a child along with my older sister Holly, we realized that something was off, almost  peculiar regarding the town itself. And I say town because it wasn’t very big in the 70s. We would go to visit my uncle and aunt and each visit was always accompanied by dread not only by me but my sister as well. Back then as a kid, I felt I was going to the Twilight Zone. It reminded me of a town hiding secrets and the people seemed to be strange not only in appearance but in some other odd manner that even to this day, I can’t put my finger on. My uncle worked for Los Alamos Labs but we never knew what he did, he took its secret to his grave.

Funny thing is, that I had been there a few times as an adult but I blocked out the way from both directions, a back way through  the Jemez Mountains and the other off of  I-25. With the knowledge of my childhood apprehension regarding Los Alamos, Michael and I decided to take a trip the back way into Los Alamos to see why I felt the way I did. It was lovely, the Jemez Pueblo was surrounded by red rocks and the Caldera further down the road, was magnificent in size. How on earth could I have forgotten such a beautiful place? As we went along the winding road getting closer to Los Alamos, my breathing became heavier and I started to get sweaty palms. We past an area of high grass along the highway that ventured out into pine trees. A flash of memory came back to me but I wasn’t sure at first what it was. A few days later, it hit me like a ton of bricks, a full blown memory that to this day, I can’t believe I had forgotten.

I was around 6 or 7 years old and I remember a group of men in military uniforms. Some in brown and others in blue except for … the Grey Aliens. They were testing me along with a selected group of children. We were all supposed to levitate over an area the size of a football field. They had us running along a large valley of tall grass surrounded by pine trees. I was scared and knew that I wouldn’t be able to levitate as they requested. My mind was literally mush so nothing could get through. I literally felt like a scared rabbit.  I knew that the repercussions for not doing what they asked me to do was going to be a severe punishment but I didn’t care. I knew that if I ran a little behind the other kids that there might be a chance that I could escape. I didn’t see the soldiers that surrounded us when I made a run for it and I was immediately picked up scampering in another direction. The memory stops here.

Another memory came weeks later, I was back in the same area with the other children. The Greys were levitating over us and wanted us to follow them. They had instructions for us. It was a total mind manipulation, a third eye mind meld. I remember I physically saw through another way, I think my pineal gland and I felt tingly all over as if I was half in my body and half out. I levitated a little and would fall … constantly. I’m sure I was bruised. The other kids did the same but they didn’t seem to care if we were getting hurt, they just wanted us to keep up the levitation to a point to where we could float and move from one end of the field to the other. I remember I was levitating up to about 10 feet and I was looking down at the ground below me. It was such an exhilarating feeling of not only accomplishing what they wanted but entering another place in my mind. Some voice in my head told me that I was doing a good job. As a child, I liked pleasing this group of Aliens. Good things happened when I was able to do as they asked, but the consequences I use to suffer for my failures is still blocked. In a way, I’m glad I can’t remember.

The final memory which I believe involves my childhood handler is foggier than the other memories. I was holding a man’s hand who was very familiar to me. I looked up to him more as a father figure than anything. We were standing by a 4 door sedan. I knew it was my handler’s car. There were 4 men directly in front of us in military uniforms besides other vehicles that were military. One person in particular was a high ranking officer, I believe he was a Major. He was yelling at my handler, telling him he was inappropriate with me and getting in the way of my progress. I held my handler’s hand tightly because I didn’t want him to go away. At that very moment, I had a sinking feeling that things were going to change and never be the same. I knew they were going to make me leave in another car with some stranger who I didn’t know and who would be assigned as my new handler. Something happened though it’s foggy, someone took my arm as my handler pulled me closer to him and tried to fight off whoever was trying to take me away. The memory just fades away after that. I can’t remember what happened.

If I try to explain these memories, I can’t. They are as detailed as if they happened yesterday. How do I explain or prove them? This is hard to do.

Stay tune for part 2.

 

4 December 2016 0 Comments

The Utah Experience – Granite and the Reptilian Constraint

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It’s not easy to explain my feelings about living in Utah these past 16 months. There where parts of Utah that I thoroughly enjoyed and yet most of the time, I felt overshadowed by something dark and ominous. It was a constant source of discomfort that didn’t let up until Utah was in my rear-view mirror. The day we left was the day I felt as if I was let out of prison. This is an extreme statement to make but for an Empath such as myself, oppression became a smothering monster camouflaged and hidden within the very neighborhood that was supposed to be my sanctuary.

It never occurred to me that granite was my kryptonite; I guess we learn what helps us along the way and what hinders us. It has a resonance to it that pulls in energy. I didn’t find any positive metaphysical properties to the Wasatch Mountains because I believe that Reptilians have taken over the Granite Mountain with multiple cave entrances nature made and human made. Also the Mormon Church has their records vault in Little Cottonwood canyon which I do believe plays a part in the strange vibration that comes off the mountain.  Don’t get me wrong, the Wasatch Mountains are a beautiful place, full of wildlife that thrive and great walking trails. But I could never put my finger on it, within the mountains, there was always something ominous watching, an awareness that was constant and formidable. As the months passed, I grew more weary of going for mountain drives or for that matter, going on hikes. I noticed that the entities and beings who had contacted me for years in New Mexico, where nowhere to be heard or seen. They seemed to vanish from my very consciousness without a trace. I didn’t know it back then but I know it now, I was held prisoner. The spiritual beings, dimensional teachers and Cryptids that were my friends weren’t allowed to come near me within the months that followed.

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Fortunately, the Dugway Beings were able to contact me within the first 2 months and I think the reason they could was because Dugway is far enough away from the Wasatch Mountains and the hold on me was just starting. Skinwalker ranch was also within the first couple of months and that is when Amadeus and Antioch contacted me. By April I was confined and couldn’t feel anything. I was starting to get very depressed.

The Reptilian presence in Sandy had slowly but surely blocked me from gaining any new information from any of my contacts. Slowly I had started to see glimpses of a Reptilian female that I had written about in another post. It didn’t occur to me that this female was a problem only because my experience with Reptilians had been from that point, very little.

The few things that I learned from my experience with this female Reptilian, helped me understand this group of beings better. First and probably the main objective for them in the beginning is isolating their victims.  It’s key for them because they like to slowly deplete the energy level of humans. This can be either for a food source or for keeping humans captive; it’s a vital first step. Second is blocking, almost shielding a person from any telepathic information, either in dream time or the waking state. Dreams become vague and sleep is disrupted almost as if you never slept at all. For example waking up was a chore at times and there were a few times when I stood up to go to the bathroom, I fell to the floor because I was so disoriented. As you can see, the third aspect of their agenda is to disorient their victim. I can’t tell you how many times I went into a room and forgot what I was in there for. I would pull out of the drive way and forget for a split second where I was going or which direction I should drive. I would forget simple grocery store items and end up getting things I didn’t need.

Mind manipulation played another role. I was sure at times that someone was watching the house. I was paranoid to the extreme and if someone looked at me strangely, I thought they were following me. I was grumpy and started arguments with Michael and interestingly enough, he was also starting to show some of the same signs that I had but in a milder fashion.

Thoughts would go through my head for instance that I needed to be on my own and that I wasn’t happy with Michael. He’s the love of my life so this in itself was a major wakeup call for me that led me realize that something was very wrong. In this case it was what I call a very serious Reptilian constraint quandary.

Depression was the fifth problem due to my low energy. Because I became isolated from my Spirit Guides and Cryptid friends from the blocking, they couldn’t help me or send any help my way. When a person’s energy is low, it is like a beacon signaling to all the other dark and ominous creatures to come in and feast. I had the incubus experience I wrote about in an earlier blog post that wouldn’t have happened with my normal range of energy.

For an Empath to become isolated, in some ways, is a fate worse than death. I would hear the humming in my ears at certain points become so loud it gave me multiple headaches. It was actually within the last 4 months living in Utah that I had ear problems. Michael did the ear candling for me twice and huge amounts of ear wax came out of both ears. I believe it was a physical result of being blocked and isolated for so long. Sound is important for an Empath and to become deaf to the ethereal world and dimensional realms is a huge shock to the system. What I took for granted within my scope of hearing is now my saving grace. I appreciate more than ever those who speak to me from the dimensional and magical realms.

The last two months I fought the female Reptilian and I focused on the things that were positive motivators in my life. Moving was a great motivation because it was Michael’s and my goal for a couple of years to be in Oregon. Focusing is one way to gain back energy. Replenishing what is being taken is vital and it’s one way of taking back your power and willfully standing your ground against such negative and manipulative energy.

Meditation of any form is great; I would take neighborhood walks or go to a park and focus on the moment. Being in the moment is a great way of starting back to square one and focusing on what matters, what makes you happy and those goals that are future gems. It’s all about keeping the innerself protected and blocking out those dark and negative beings from trying to take your essence.

In the end, getting to our goal was that much sweeter especially since we get to look out our windows and see tall pine trees, green grass and an inviting water fall in our back yard. We finally have a house that is truly our home and all our Cryptid friends, dimensional beings and spirit guardians are now free to visit and thank goodness …they do!

Next week read Michael’s thoughts on Utah.

4 November 2016 0 Comments

People need to speak Truth on UFOs and the Paranormal

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People need to speak about their UFO/ Paranormal experiences. They need to  speak the  truth about their interest and yeanings on the subject . UFOs and the paranormal discussions should be as common as apple pie with a Sunday dinner.

I have flown around this country thousands of miles over the last 5 years, and I got some of my best UFO/Paranormal conversation on the plane or getting to the airport, discussions with random strangers. Like several amazing discussions with a scientist from an Aero-space company who knew the inner workings of the Star Wars project – and note the project wasn’t to keep watch/ defend ourselves against the Russians or any other human country on earth. In the other candid conversations hundreds of people poured out their souls. Many could not believe what they said – but it felt so good to them, to express their inner feelings about their paranormal experiences.

After 50 years of having this amazing passion for the unknown, I again will state everyone everywhere has had paranormal/ UFO experiences with Angels, ghosts, alien beings, demons, Cryptids, wee people and things I cannot describe in human terms. The fear of reliving the experience and the fear of being ridiculed by their peers has suppressed millions of people from speaking the truth.

This must all stop and people need to gather in groups and share their experiences, so the cosmic burden can be lifted from our planet. If we in mass would open up and tell our experiences to other around us, the paranormal beings would no longer be able to be invisible to us. They would have to show themselves, our new awaking as humans would lift the veil, millions of human quantum minds would force those “the paranormal beings” into our dimensional reality. And we would deal with each other as equal citizens of a new and better world.

Sleep tight, knowing a group of like-minded humans can move a mountain and together even see an alien being.

MWiz.

23 September 2016 0 Comments

A Dogman Experience

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Cryptids have always been in the background in my life experiences even when I worked cattle or packed up the Continental Divide in Colorado. I knew they existed but I always felt our paths wouldn’t cross at least yet. It wasn’t because I was so ignorant and ignored the reality of them, more so that I just wasn’t in that mind set and I truly believe that what we focus on, we intend into our reality. I guess in my younger days, I was dealing with the Medicine Way and understanding the implications of dealing with dark witches, spells and shape shifters.

When I met Michael, my fiancé, it seemed to be just a matter of time before these creatures started to show themselves. I had an experience with a Sasquatch name Loekey first and then the experience with Tulack, a Dogman who lives in the back area of the Sandia mountains in New Mexico. The day I saw him wasn’t in a secluded area, it was the beginning of a back road that leads to the top of the Sandias.  It was a holiday so there were a lot of people out having picnics or going for family hikes.

Michael and I forgot that it was a holiday but once we started up the winding road leading to the top of the mountains, we decided to stick with our plan to do some vortex photography. I’m sure that in the back of our minds, we never thought in a million years that we would see a Dogman or his companion, a large brown bear. It was just by chance we saw what many have seen in much scarier scenarios.

Our experience started as soon as I got out of the car and started to climb some rocks on the other side of a walk way. I had lost my balance and I was teeter tottering from left to right continually until I got my balance. I was babbling off something to Michael when he yelled,

“Rainbow watch out for that bear!”

I looked in front of me past the road towards a thicket of large bushes and saw massive haunches turning in front of me and the sound of branches being cracked and stepped on as it was running away. I guess almost falling over on the rocks must have scared it. I can only guess.

As I watched the bear run away, out of some trees to the right of it, I saw a very strange and I mean very strange person walking going opposite of the bear. Its stride was like something I’ve never seen especially a normal person do. For every step it took there must have been 4 to 5 feet in between each step which means that I was looking at something very tall. Its back was hunched over and at first I thought that maybe he was carrying a backpack. I mean, my mind was going a hundred miles a minute trying to figure out what exactly I was looking at. Then I realized that it wasn’t a backpack but the man’s back. Then I saw how strange the color of the man was. At this point I had no idea I wasn’t looking at a man. Its color was grey, purple and dark brown. There seemed to be patches of what looked like to me, purple but who knows what I was looking at.

It didn’t turn and look at me but kept at a very fast pace walking down what we eventually saw was a path. I said to Michael how weird this fellow was but he couldn’t see him. I than pointed to the location of where he went and as we walked in that direction, that is when the horrible feeling hit us both in the gut. Something told both of us to stay back. It was a clear message and one I was willing to ignore but not Michael. I wanted to go down the path further but he said it was too dangerous.

I must say, the feeling in our gut was like a slight punch, almost a nauseating feeling. It affected our heart rates and our adrenaline was racing. I could feel my heartbeat all over my body. It was at this point that I decided to take photos in the direction the strange hiker had gone.

It was in one of these photos that we captured what turned out to be a Dogman. He was standing and watching us as we were trying to figure out what to do next. We didn’t smell him at all; he didn’t have an odor any more than the bear did. But I must say, we sure did feel him.

We didn’t know what we had captured until we got home. It was quite the surprise and the beginning of my connection to Tulack, the Dogman.

It’s interesting having a connection with another creature that is not human outside of a Sasquatch. Tulack has relayed interesting information to me, the most obvious is that they don’t think like humans. They understand their place in the forests and they don’t put out their threatening stance to other animals in the forests except when they hunt. As far as how they interact with each other, he stated that they have an understanding with each other. He preferred his solitude and said he particularly didn’t stay with any group but knew where they roamed. He was to me obviously intelligent beyond just a beast in the woods. He distrusted people extremely as do most Cryptids. He didn’t go into more detail than this but I’m pretty sure that what we see on TV with Werewolf movies isn’t even close. Tulack said that he and the large brown bear have been palling around for years. People put human issues and temperaments to other creatures and beings that have nothing to do with them at all.

I think that through the 240 years the USA has been around that Cryptids have had numerous altercations with humans, learning we are a dangerous species. One thing that I want to point out is that a clear mind is better than a pointed gun when walking in the woods. There are those who will say that is ludicrous but I do believe that harmful intent attracts what it focuses on. Cryptids will always be elusive if they know people carry guns, they’ll never see them. It comes down to what kind of interaction a person wants with Cryptids.

As the future unfolds, hopefully I will have more interactions with both Dogman and Sasquatch.  Time will tell.

8 July 2016 0 Comments

The Migration–Cryptids– Climate Change and other Super Events

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There is movement out there. The word among the Cryptids is something huge is happening and a bigger event is happening soon. There are Empaths, people who communicate with Sasquatch, Dogman, Hybrids, Elementals and other portal travelers saying there is a migration to safer areas happening now.

These Cryptids are feeling the seismic movement along the coast from California to Oregon and Washington. Forest are burning, month after month we are recording record heat through-out the world. Parts of India are in a major catastrophic drought – thousands of their farmers have committed suicide in the last several months. Also fish and sea mammals are dying in record numbers, 300 species are going extinct yearly and now the Blue- Green slim is consuming Florida and destroying the tourist business there. Some scientists are saying wait for the super hurricanes to hit the east and the gulf coasts, because of the extremely warm waters of the oceans and the changing upper levels wind patterns and I believe the Cryptids are seeing the same huge storms on the horizon.

Climate change is the greatest threat to this planet, the greatest threat ever. And why do I know – because Cryptids are running very scared and according to empaths only something very big would make them migrate out their beloved areas of the east and west coasts of the US and Canada.

Another thing that is being said – what seems safe is not and what seemed non-safe is safe. They the Cryptids are migrating to upper Mid-west and South central Canada.

We the humans need to take notice and prepare for the unthinkable the reduction of 80% of the world population by the year 2100 seems impossible but the global tipping points have been reached at so many different levels. Population growth out of control and the greed to consume has led to this human earth as we know it. The 20% that can and do survive, we can only hope they will understand and build a new Earth, with a new human species that will never ever forget the past.

Sleep tight – We are here to learn – and that is what will save us humans from total extinction.

MWiz.

29 September 2015 0 Comments

Focusing on Cryptid Messages

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Like a pendulum going back and forth, sometimes I vacillate between who Cryptids are and the scary stories that I have heard through out the years. I think its time for those Little Red Riding Hood stories to be placed back on the shelf so that we can be better acquainted with our Forest Dwellers. Within the last two years, my entire mindset on Cryptids has changed because of my interactions with Loekey, Tulack, Mozart and another Dogman named, Ellipsis. In these changing times, it has become imperative for them to engage in dialogues with those who can hear them. I am told many people are being contacted now, those who are empathic and have the ability to hear their voice and interpret their messages. It’s time to understand our forests and the variety of Beings who reside there and to remember we are born connected to nature, always apart of her.

The assumed reality of unknown roads leading to shadowy, obscure paths in the thicket of the forest, is an overdone movie with the same repetitive consequences. Hand held captured videos seem to over do the unseen villain who in the end, prevails in doing the unthinkable. It somehow takes away from the enormity some people have regrettably experienced, concerning missing loved ones. Unfortunately, apart of the equation is the high strangeness of Mother Nature’s realm of obscurity.

Time and again I hear the same diatribe that connects negative repercussions with people who dare to delve into the paranormal or the forbidden lore of dark mania. What is unfortunate is the fear mongering that malingerers like to spread from the safety of their computer chairs. It looks as if, humanity has changed from the inquisitive and adventurous buccaneers from days gone by, to the present day computer curmudgeons that intercede with their opinions on just about every subject. Finger pointing today, is more prevalent than giving someone the finger.

Even though as humans, we live in chaotic times, there are those who want to give us some sense of hope. It’s a little bit of a cliché to think that these messengers are always going to look like golden sprites or Angelic beings, drawn in books. The biggest challenge for people today, is to get past their preconceived notions that messages from hairy beasts are from the lingering darkness of iniquity.

For a minute, just imagine if you were these beings in the forests, the reversal of roles would have humans as the adversaries, plaguing and encroaching onto their world. Light and dark has an entirely different meaning to these beings and perhaps we as humans are the perceived darkness to them.

Realizing that perhaps there is a chance they are just as weary of us as we are of them, I decided it was time to try and understand who the Forest Dwellers are. Because there are a variety of Cryptids and Beings, it has made deciphering messages a bit of a challenge especially when the intellect is not human in nature unlike our own. But in some ways, the messages are very clear-cut, not ambiguous or anecdotal in nature which makes it a bit easier to understand, once the dust settles down in my mind.

In the eyes of the Cryptids, their forests are irreversibly affected by weather manipulation, drought, chemtrails, polluted rain and deforestation all due to human’s view of progress and self-centeredness. If we eradicate nature’s endowments, we open up a different type of Pandora’s Box that will unleash an unabashed torrent of consequences. To Cryptids living through these difficult times; it’s obvious that humans are the main factor responsible for their difficult circumstances. So I ask you, why would a Cryptid be happy to see humans?

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There are ways to communicate various intentions to Forest Dwellers, resulting in more positive experiences without leading to aggressive behavior by either side. Nature herself speaks to us, telling us what trails to hike and what trails to leave alone. People need to understand that the Forests have different rules of engagement than our concrete cities. Relaxing in a campground doesn’t mean letting your guard down anymore than leaving your doors unlocked while you sleep.

These relevant points have been made very clear to me from all 4 contacts Loekey, Mozart, Tulack and Ellipsis. They can’t hide what they are anymore than humans can hide who they are. The Forest Dwellers are apart of nature in her purest form which means they carry within them, both the dark and light aspects of who they are. Some are darker in nature while others carry the light, comparison to the pipe carriers of Native Americans. The forests are vast and large so the odds of meeting up with Cryptids, who are darker in nature, versus the friendly creatures of light, are fifty-fifty.

I compare it to this, I was in New York City back 5 years ago and I felt as if I had been swallowed up by the masses of people walking around me. The buildings crowded out the sky above me and the ubiquitous noise was deafening. Some people thrive in that kind of atmosphere but I felt as if I was drowning. I sensed tension and irritability all around me, each day I walked the streets. One day, out of the blue, as me and a friend were standing waiting for a train to arrive, two men started to argue around us. They were trying to use us as human shields as they tried to grab at each other. What was really disturbing is that they didn’t acknowledge us at all, almost like they had blocked out their human empathy. Fortunately after a few minutes, one of the men ran off and the other walked away yelling at him, victoriously. Even in broad daylight as aware as we were with people all around us, including security, our safety was jeopardized.

Danger is in any city just like it is in any forest. It just depends on how aware you are of your surroundings. Remember, even though you have walked along trails multiple times with nothing happening, all it takes is just one encounter to change those odds.

In every society, human or Cryptid, there are those bad apples that tend to spoil the barrel for everybody else. The most pertinent message that I’ve been given thus far from my contacts, is for anyone going into the forests to watch the sky above. Smell the air and listen to the wind. Look at your surroundings and if you have an inkling something is wrong or have second thoughts, save the hike or camping for another day. Even the Forest Dwellers heed their own advice and stay within their own camps if they sense danger is near. In the end, we are not so different from each other especially when it comes to the detriment of the darkside.