12 June 2018 0 Comments

Dreggs of the Hidden-world

Let’s revisit a blog I posted a few years ago. Here I added a few more things.

Now that the veil is thinning, almost completely gone, I feel I should talk about some nefarious and formidable foes called Dreggs. The word, “Dreggs,” came about from Antioch, a Djinn that 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.

          Not only the Djinn Antioch, but other entities and Cryptids have spoken to me throughout my journeys, conveying messages to me. Today I will share tid bits of forgotten knowledge that ended up in the shadows of forgotten history, and the side roads of trivial lore.

     The naissance of our infant lives as humans is at risk, only kept safe by protective parents and those guardian spirits that fade away as we get older. We are fragile after all, more so than other beings. We need an upper hand before we ever take our first breath outside the womb. Earths frequency is our extra push and it’s her vibration that enfolds us as we are born, protecting us.

     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 innumerable lifetimes,  knowing who they are so much so that, we as humans need to live hundreds of life times just get a glimpse of ourselves.

     Our inability to access important memories quickly from early on becomes our downfall which is why as humans we are constantly striving for remedial answers 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, maybe out of fear or the desire to push distressing teachings aside. Here is some of this forgotten history or as some would prefer to say, the tall tales of yesteryear.

Truth or fiction, you decide.

Predatory Cryptid

     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 with Dregg characteristics unlike anything they have seen. I think this creature has the DNA from both Sasquatch and Dogmen besides an unknown Alien DNA factor.

     Whether this problem is a result of manipulated genetics, I just wonder who and what this predatory creature is. One has to think, who is its master or is it a self serving and evolving entity out of control?

Dark Entity

     The Djinn, 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.

     Here is a little of what he told me in a matter of fact tone.

  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, the opportune time when the veil weakened, barely able to hold its form. Imagine, a being that can occupy a body and invite others like it to occupy the same body at will? 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 that is endless.

      What is interesting is that these beings are manipulating and manifesting in ominous ceremonies, Ouija boards, darkened rooms, silent roads and the imagination of script writers and story tellers alike. Dark incantations, ceremonies and summoning is all it takes. They are taking darkness to a whole new level and the very people who 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 by any means and in many ways, a delicacy for these creatures. What makes them extremely scary to me, is the fact that they are not Demons as we know Demons to be, but Dark Entities that take darkness to a whole new level.

The Mesh of  Golden Tubes

     Are we slaves on this planet? I was shown a mesh of yellow and gold tubes that were woven around the earth by archaic beings penchant for creating unusual prisons. The tubes glowed and pulsated as if they were all alive, and sentient. I saw many human souls, trying to fly out of the mesh, and when it would sense them trying to escape, 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.

Shapeshifter

      The Dregg called the Shapeshifter, can be dark or light depending on their intention. The dark Shapeshifters do an ancient ceremony that steals the life force of a targeted individual. The individuals are usually young but can be adults as well. 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 Shapeshifter 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.

Kraken

      The Dregg called the Kraken, was an entity that I was shown a few years ago that when seen, is a bad omen. He didn’t look like the monster in, Clash of the Titans, he more so 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.

     Some of these Dreggs are obvious but others might transform into unassuming forms that seem no more harmful than a ghostly apparition. Follow your gut so you can disseminate between what does or doesn’t feel right.
In the End 

     We are the keepers for Mother Earth. There will always be the shadows of nefarious oddities called Dreggs, who silently watch and wait. We just need to keep the torches of light shining so that at the end of each day, we illuminate the night with a vigilant symbol that says, we are not alone. Knowledge is the key but knowing we are not only connected to Mother Earth but each other, is our saving grace.

19 August 2017 0 Comments

Protect, Protect , and more Protection

 

I have been doing research in the strange but real world of UFO and the Paranormal for over 50 years, and one thing I have learned is that you need to practice some serious form of self-protection, especially when doing field research. This is because we are dealing with entities like reptilians, ghosts, forest beings, and dark entities of all shapes and forms and they can harm you physically and mentally.

The problem here is since a researcher is going into various powerful beings’ habitat, it is truly best to put some protection around your physical and energetic body. For these entities can attach themselves to the unaware researcher and cause havoc after the person leaves the field research area and re-enters his/her home base.

So what can happen if you are not careful and don’t protect yourself? Here are a few examples. First, many of you have heard of Skinwalker Ranch, a powerful vortex in Utah where strange entities come and go through a portal area on the old ranch. The volume of strangeness became so great that the government took it over to watch over this huge vortex. Back before the government took over, a man came out to meditate on the ranch and to make contact with the alien entities, but through this process his mind was possessed by frightening beings, and that ended his meditation career, and he was never the same. Rainbow and I also went to the Ranch. It seemed like everything was quite normal with the experience. We smudged before and on the way back home but a couple of strange entities  followed us to our house. Rainbow being empathic was able to communicate with the two entities, keeping the diabolical one at bay.

Another personal experience I had, was when I was meditating in my home in Georgia, I received a telepathic warning that entities were on their way. The warning led me to believe they were coming for negative purposes so I prepared myself and was ready. Shortly after I received the warning, three reptilian beings came into my meditation and wanted permission to enter my house and possibly do harm to me and/or my family. I confronted them outside my home and they vanished. Confronting them in a fearless way , normally will stop their advances.

All of these bad outcomes could have been avoided with a little extra protection. Researchers should simply clear themselves as they leave their homes, doing both, a clearing mantra and smudging. Also before entering a research area , researchers should ask for permission which can either be granted or reject. If permission is rejected, leave immediately.  Finally, if permission is granted and you are leaving the research area you should thank the entities for allowing you to occupy their space. A final protection could be to recite a mantra before the researcher enters his/her home base stating that no entities may enter your sacred place now or ever. It’s quick and it works.

Sleep tight, you always need to protect your mind and soul, because they have infinite cosmic value. To some entities it’s like winning the lottery, especially if they can invade a human’s inner- self .

MWiz

19 August 2015 0 Comments

Skinwalker Ranch

dragonfly

The very name Skinwalker Ranch for those who have heard of its paranormal phenomenon can conjure up scary images and a deluge of nightmarish tales. In truth what it really is, is anybody’s guess. Michael and I didn’t know what to expect when we decided to trek over to Skinwalker Ranch but I must admit, we were both a little nervous and excited at the same time. Because we were venturing off into unknown territory, we decided to smudge ourselves before we left home and on the way back before we entered our house. We didn’t want to bring back any hitchhikers with us!

The very idea of going there was really exciting but then the reality of knowing we were going, made it feel a little surreal. We decided to head over to Skinwalker Ranch on a weekend so that we could take our time and enjoy the surrounding topography as we leisurely made our way. Michael put the directions in the GPS and with high hopes we left home not knowing what to expect.

The scenery made the trip in itself worthwhile especially with this amazing lake we drove by and vast wilderness on both sides of the highway that was eye candy for the soul. As we got closer to our destination, Michael’s GPS decided to stop working for some strange reason. My phone was able to pick up the signal and I typed in the directions. Thanks goodness we did it right at that point because we would have driven right past the turn that was just minutes away from the infamous ranch. We actually turned off on a street that seemed to be the starting point for the Ute Reservation. The feeling of the place and the narrow road leading up to the ranch felt different and we both could tell that we were getting close.

While we drove along towards the ranch, we noticed houses on either side of the road. Nobody was out and the feel of the houses wasn’t necessarily friendly, maybe more intimidating. We finally arrived at the front gates of Skinwalker Ranch around early afternoon and I must tell you that … it’s really not that scary of a place. Nothing fell from the sky, no voices in the distance or growls. The portal I expected to open up for us, was nowhere to be seen. But the one thing we both felt immediately, was a heaviness in the air, almost like something was making it hard for us to breathe. Michael took some interesting shots around the front gates and the surrounding countryside.

There were concrete blocks in front of the gates that said, “Keep Out,” and a few cameras up in trees on either end of the gates. I didn’t necessarily feel like something ominous was watching us outside of the security guys in charge of the cameras. It was a lovely day and the only unusual experience we had was a beautiful little green dragonfly that came very close to Michael and me. He wouldn’t leave us alone and stayed by our sides the duration of us walking around in front of the gates. It definitely reminded me of our New Mexico landscape and I felt a little like I was back home.

When we realized that nothing was really happening, and it felt a little anticlimactic, we decided to head back home. Funny, how the imagination can anticipate the improbable and make a mountain out of a molehill. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was a bit of a let down, only because I thought being empathic would help me pick up on something. I felt nothing was trying to communicate with me so I was a little bummed. Michael felt something was unusual with the land itself but outside of any experiences, I think he was a little disappointed too. Isn’t it the oxymoron of all researchers, to hope something happens and then be grateful nothing does.

Well … maybe nothing happened there but all I can say is, when we got home … things changed! Two entities made themselves known to me who were there that day at Skinwalker Ranch. I was taken aback to say the least since one of them made themselves known to me in the garage of all places! Once I calmed myself down and realized that they had made contact with me, I got to wondering … do “they” follow people home more than any of us know and what do we do once “they” know where we live?