I'd like to share a bunch of my experiences that are worthwhile... in that they either hold didacticisms or reveals of interesting bits for further data correlations.
I will usually point out worthy Remote Viewing (skrying) targets for those who've bothered to learn... really is easy, probs should watch some of the Farsight instructional vids.

I use my casual manner whilst talking of some dubious heavenly things as they do not warrant reverence, by being quite farsical stinkers.
That sorta bleeds into most of my scribbles, prefer that than going Shakespearean or muddled with ambiguous allusions.

Probs not helpful to discourse if we use cryptic reveals either:

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A Swabian horn from amongst broken halls calms Europa’s cup, a withdrawal of spattered scorn upon flourished coattail at mewling sup.

The Bear’s hearth warms the haggard traveller with call to song; the choir of peace move to call for sword – and it doesn’t take that long.

Over sea by ice demands the spangle gloved Catchpoll, with grease from stone as favoured hat. By contract woes and stubbled toes after a while of misdeeds, then they’ll set sail back.

A flurry of darted whispers that drop to rocks of glass,
as old friends call bitter melodies across the watery windswept pass.

Voices of the betrayed bring the fires that day …as west, east and south all gather so mournfully a disarray.

The map is torn by frictionless hands from near and far, as the lost bridle seeks a new to steer to be levered from the tar.

An Alamo banner still clean after strange winds to be seen, calling to the those who would remember their dream.

Men of tallest grasses once driven from the land so wrong, come that day as to point people from the looting of Liberty and to where they belong.

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Could sit here and work it out, but bah, some might not bother looking much more than the briefest of skim reads.
No need to do a Nostradamus.

[some reposts to start with]

Oh, actually, not bad for Remote Viewing targets.. .each line is a foretelling of something, all related to what happens before the
fake alien invasion using real aliens, from an American perspective.

Trump being the last POTUS means a few things...shoulda added that, d'oh. :)

HYBRIDS UP TO NO GOOD

This one is an example of how aliens are methodically administering their inflictions and distractions from within human structures …sometimes with human help:
In 1982, my two brothers closest in age and I ( I was 11) attended an evening of plays at the Burnie Civic Centre in NW Tasmania, hosted by the Country Women’s Association.
Of course, sneaking off into the rest of the complex was obligatory, being empty and a warren to explore for adventurous lil scamps. :)

We crept about, seeking the source for a much bandied about tale of a ghost that enjoyed harassing actors & staff.
I lifted my consciousness a bit, sensed 2 human spirits lingering but too insubstantial and withdrawn to be so active as in descriptions.

At an upper balcony in an empty theatre we called out for the ghost, which had been given a name - lol, turns out it was a built up elementary started off by some demonstrably careless people.
In its form aside from human spirit influence, it drew itself together up from later human energetic imprints on curtains, carpets, dressing rooms, etc. So looked kinda like a heap of folded carpets with head area and appendages, sorta.

We paint our world with our Light, elementaries are pretty much focused egregores, but some are fashioned by those with the wit to do so.

Pretty disappointing at that time, I said nought about the clothy chap - very rarely talking overmuch of wyrd details with anyone, usually only the kid’s game that might surround something of that nature.

I declared looking for a ghost was dumb (as a call to move on and remove our investment in that folly), that I couldn't feel anything anyway. In saying this I reached out my scans, now including underneath us as well
…detected a gaggle of oddbods secret and hidden in the lowest part of the building (also a lil darksome).
In touching upon it, I had some insight from that morning about what it was, but kept my earthly self unaware, to let the encounter unfold naturally.

We'd rummaged about looking upstairs... now was for us to search low.

“Follow me, there is something going on underneath!!”

So, we giddily ran about some more, then entered the southern stairwell, racing like maniacs down to the very bottom and a door.
I turned and made the "shh" motion, declaring from headspace of young boy:

"In there are secret agents spying on the audience we should be in!"
(gah, close, but no plum kid)

I tested the door handle, it was unlocked!

Looking back to brothers with a daring grin, I suddenly opened door and thrust my head through the gap, pulling door in a lil at neck to minimize being noticed.

The room had 40 or so of a specific type of hybrid sitting in rows at desks/stations, and an authoritative woman in her mid-30's standing in front as a coordinator of sorts (she looked entirely normal, except she felt like a zoo handler rather than a facilitator).

The otherwise empty space was full of desk/consoles at which each hybrid was sat.

They were connected to devices as large as a toaster but tailored to plop onto a surface, on each table top from a black matte metallic looking partial face mask (only obscuring lower part of face, a bit reminiscent of fighter pilot masks) with 3 black ribbed tubes to the contraptions/"computers" before each of them (also made of the same material).

Whispers and loaded breaths were conveyed from them through the tubes unto the subjects they were assigned to torment/ meddle with.
Those devices were in stark contrast to the desks which weren’t too dissimilar to stuff we had at school, something that stuck out at the time.
It could have been seen as a call centre, except it was most definitely not.

I saw what the nearest boofhead was looking at: sickly green electrical business amongst burbling clouds in various other shades of green on convex bubble-like screens, mounted in more black metal.
If the operator focused, flickering jumpy images of someone's mind or echoes of their presence during the Earthly life most recent appeared.

I reckon they used those rigs so as to be undetectable to any with “the eyes to see” in the audience or nearby, as similarly detailed in a Yowie account will post later.

The heads were larger than humans, but not to the proportions of greys. Same eyes as Greys, but mouth and nose slightly more human (seen this type before, that was an assumption as their mouths and noses were under mask). Skin complexion was that of the other hybrids, not quite Greys, but not human looking either.

I felt sorry for them, all attached up like that and dedicated to such a deranged task ...in effect "touching" one with a smidge of condescending compassion.

Until one in the 2nd row nearest, looked right at me as I pitied him. Oops!
He was focused 90% on work still, not yet registering my presence as an interloper (slight distraction, certainly).
Then as child-me involuntarily gasped at the person/thing facing me, the woman in front of this awful assembly glanced at noise not from direction expected and saw me.

She turned back and abruptly called for attention to her charges, urging them to furtherly apply themselves for increased results in English (she sort of covered my arse by doing that ...and perhaps her own).

I pulled my head back, and closed the door - ready to swing wide open so my brothers could witness also.
"Get ready to run after you see what's in there!"

I yanked upon the door, only made it 20+cms - that woman was right there with firm grasp on door handle, sternly stating in low tones "No you don't!",
then pulled door closed, followed with the audible click of its lock.

I exclaimed rapidly how they are actually alien weirdos doing a series of manipulation attacks upon the people in the packed theatre.

They pointed out it was only me that saw into the room, as I looked to each for similar shock reactions as myself.

We all became a bit trepidatious after a moment of silence and some situational perspective, thereupon agreeing it was time to retreat out of there... I gave 'em a head start and then bashed on door, shouting some feebly rude things.
We ran and ran – lol

The most odd thing about all of that is the woman did not have a blackened spirit, she was not an obviously bad person.
Was not military, not one of the worshippers of the night hag (the evil psychic, though lacking spiritual breadth, orgy goers that are pretty much spread everywhere, from cities to towns there are groups of the grots), not from a colluding agency… she seemed likeable, unfortunate she took the job – awww.
No alien pong on her at cursory appraisal, quite remarkable – as it seems to be part of the ruse to pass innocuously as “just over here bein’ hewmun” when enacting such clandestine nastiness in close proximity to targets.

At first sense of the group downstairs (as child partially aware) I didn’t feel anything alien, just a bunch of people up to some sort of officiated adult mischief.
Others doing scans would’ve most probably likewise got the same obfuscation, an interesting aspect of the bs illusions going on that requires attention & dissemination.

JUST TRYIN' TO WATCH STAR TREK …HYBRIDS

In 1996 late one evening, had been doing a bit of honing (magickal “jumping jacks” and “tumbling rolls”), went to watch some TV at parent’s house, even though I had to look through more earth-eyes (lowering of vibrations for to enjoy the show from a point of obliviousness).

Got comfy and settled in to watch Star Trek Next Generation, then Voyager in back-to-back airings.

I'd already seen that TNG episode a couple of times, so I lay back and lolled about on couch, moving slightly back into enhanced state.

Whilst 10% attention sporadically on television still, I felt a projection commence that was intended to stir terrible unease.
A familiar fear being lain down blanketly from somewhere!

"Where the %#$@* is that coming from?" I postulated, rearranging myself to know. Did scans of outside and on higher planes, determined the source was from the telly.

"Wth? ...but it's just star trek, didn’t get this feeling last time I watched this episode... so!?"
It persisted, and now started changing slightly... I moved my head to the side a fair bit to look at screen as I'd done a few times - seeing picture in the illume coming off glass, about 2 inches from screen. Cathode ray screen/bulb.

Did that so I could watch the picture in the air in front of tv, which I’d first used as child when not allowed to view a screen directly once – lol.

Tuning to all similar frequencies I allowed it to be expanded and spread out so I could discern almost all of it.

Stretched and spread the radiance out kinda, expanded to be about 35 inches.
More of a striated spectrum in the transmission then, with picture only a portion of it at the fore section, that was defined as a sheet which you would typically see when watching a show.

I could see about 20 distinct frames ( I did that I think, as I tried to put it into an external workspace), with many in between, the Hybrid signal at 5 from back roughly.

Could feel the ominous vile push-down as part of the lower frequency and found the signal hidden in there at the rear and lower down (indicative of the bandwidth or something I guess), it was another screen hidden literally underneath the human transmission.

Bringing it to a bit more resolution like normal shows, there in a dull greyish (a vague sense of horror even upon the walls in that room) studio, behind a plain desk ...very much like a news presenter's, sat 3 hybrids streaming their oppressive will upon the passive viewers.

First had bulbous head, but normalish face, 2nd had the big black eyes and small mouth, but normalish sized head, third had bulbous head, black eyes but human nose and mouth (I know they were wearing plain clothing, though I do not recall atm, later will add edit posts to each thread when active again).

In the instant seeing them as I brought the resolution up, recalled that I knew of this telly trick as a baby, and it was not just that night but of some well beaten regularity (memory suppression until subject re-enters state.
Some of you will equate that with when tripping and “we’re back!”). It was unbeknownst to me from my own hand that I should not look at that stuff atm …oops, soz me (like when you pull a bandaid off too early).

Even though the knowledge was there that I should withdraw, I was too shocked and riled from earth-mind involve during the startled bit and started to get angry ...but then I saw two of the scoundrels notice my disgust of evil & urge to kick ‘em up the bums amongst the thousands in Tasmania watching.
They moved their heads about a bit, like a dog looking for scent.

Ahhh, erm, was a bit too loud on the “grrrr” there.

Quickly withdrew into a durp face with a couple of bs thoughts about what I must’ve seen.

I was looked at and marked with a bunch of others, but they didn’t single me out as whoever that just was – dayum, gotta be careful bro.
:P

Proceeding weeks went through the hurdles of abductions and examinations etc, yanked out a few implants the nonces whack in.

One implant was really odd!
On waking reflection, the night’s encounter felt different too (didn’t bother to examine back then, heaps other wyrdness going on, will do soon).

It was unlike any implant I’d sensed and then chucked. In shift from abduction to bed, I had “caught” the potentially burrowing implant and left a “post-it-note” for myself to go to right nostril upon waking plod to toilet.

When back in bedroom, I started to draw out a long-hardened boogie that must’ve been inside the sinus,.

During extraction it went from boogie to clear snot like mucus.

Yet, it looked kinda wrong.

Like it was from a solution blobbed in my nose that I’d chosen to wear not as they wanted (# include time of ventolin inhaler hesitancy and making of crystal from chemicals on tongue, heaps salient), had an unusual jelly-like resilience to the mucus.

It continued coming out of my nose like an endless clown’s sleeve tissue, as I carefully made sure to get all of the detritus out.
The width stayed the same until the end bit where was a larger rounded lump of clear mucus with 3 distinct wriggly red veins in it, like a chicken egg that is partially incubated. The whole thing held between my hands and sagging a bit estimated to be roughly 130cm.
I called out to my Mum if she could grab a camera for a pic of this amazing snot/alien implant – she was not keen, so I just plopped it onto a table and observed as it began to lose structure and break down, like other temp implants but with more rapidity.

The blood vessels also eventually turned into a red smear in the puddled clearish liquid, no longer anything like when I extracted it.

I thought the buggers were in a base due to how "heavy" the massive structure they were in felt, not like their other ships but darkened.
Crikey, they mighta been in a giant bulldozer-like ship - lol

The "They Live" thing about hidden transmissions is for realsies, though not quite as in the movie.
Ya know them glasses?

Well, there is something a bit like that... dycanin blue glass goggles you can get on Amazon.

Won't reveal the jerks, but is a lil helpful in seeing auras... which is helpful in revealing the jerks - lol

Might just tickle your senses a little when letting your auric vision come back. :)

All of you that might think you cannot see auras, most certainly can.

Everyone can reacquaint themselves with the real beyond the limitations.

MIB / OWL / ALIEN HOME INVASION

I recount these disturbing experiences, the torture part (as with other harrowing moments) has affected my mask-self quite often. It is not with flippancy that I share this information, it is to add to further understandings of their operation.
Since these events, I've been abducted a crazy amount, especially in the 90s.
Has not been just a vaguery, but a riddling wrecking of things, a squeezing of the already empty toothpaste tube too much over and over.

Some abductees who are aware something is going on look frayed and haunted in the face, most people only look a bit lessened in spirit though unaware of it... most think of it all as dreams, barely aware of it in their dreaming as well - due to the inhibitors applied.

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MIB

At age 9 (1980), after a couple hours of gallivanting as soul-self doing various works far, returned to location of my sleeping body at about 3am.
I had ignored a few signifiers that something was up (barely glancing back), as my Earth-self (spirit) was oft weathered & "bled" by things.
Getting nearish to home, began to merge again into one being, focused love upon my physical form.
Was up in the air above farmhouse about 260 metres on a diagonal angle of approach, descending slowly to accomodate these actions.
Then loved my 2 brothers (re-acquainting with the identity of myself and family... had been off doing something that required something strange) in the same room, other siblings and parents
…Mum was not with Dad in their bed, so I expanded focus a lil.

Huh, she was not in the house at this time of night!?

Expanding more to include outside and farm surrounds.
I saw my Mum was outside the back door on the concrete path being escorted by 3 strange men, who felt like detectives. Wth!?
[ I was still merging into one entity again, whilst doing this, part of my Earth consciousness restrained on the bed was at the fore of general consciousness as we/I looked. Hence I reacted from that mind and did not look far enough to see the hovering ship nearby. ]

Immediately re-entered my body.

Discovered there was an energy net of restriction and dampening keeping me down as I tried to get out of bed, so after 2nd attempt to sit up, willed myself through it.
Then lept out and shouted for the others to wake up, that our Mum was outside with some strangers trying to take her away.
They were all be-stilled at the lower mind in their beds, with eyes partly open set on some series of presented images, so that they may be focused on that instead of sensing what was occurring around them.

One brother woke slightly (after dragging him to wakefulness, but still in the net) and scolded me for being stupid, wanted to roll over but just slumped head back down and dropped to sleep. So, I quickly moved to go outside.

Exiting the door, I saw Mum in her nightie and the men, all single file walking away along the path towards the carport, which was around the corner of house and down a slight slope.

Each stiffly walking man was dressed identical.
Black well fitted suit, shirt, tie, with a black brimmed fedora hat. Skin very pallid with a sickly hue, black sunglasses, black neat hair (that could be viewed).

Just assumed afterwards that they were some sort of US military or FBI personnel working with aliens, as that vibe (for earth me, learnt from US cinema/tv broadcasts) came off them a bit.
Naw, Reptilians cobber.

Mum was 2nd in line.
I called out hesitantly “Hey Mum!”

She did not respond, but the men all turned to look at who had spoken.

The last in line pointed a finger at my forehead and I instantly blacked out.

Instead of moving to where I was directed to with my mind, I surged back and woke up.

They had only moved a couple of steps, I called out again “Mum!!”, to no response.

The last man turned at me once more, again pointing finger at my forehead – this time I started to resist but was too slow. Seeing his hand trail his finger downwards as I fell into stupor and blacked out.

Snapping out again, I yelled “MUUUUMMM!!! What are you doing!?” this time reaching out with more urgency & heartfelt anguish.

She shook a little all over and then turned around slowly, also speaking in a slow manner as she assured me “It’s ok, go back to bed. I have an appointment.”

It felt like she was controlled when she looked at me with unfocused eyes and said that.

Mum turned around to contuinue walking, ignoring my reasoning with her. I took a step and the last man in line opened his coat and pulled out of its pocket a 10-inch (roughly) long, half inch wide chrome metal rod.

He declared “Oh, you’re interesting, we’ll be back to investigate you”, then aimed his shiny (ship was illuminating area) wand thing at me.
Pointing that at my forehead was much stronger, seemed to amplify his current.
I fell unconscious again, struggling to get back awake.

Then after the shrug off was open eyed again, but they had all moved away a few metres. Running to get closer, I yelled for my mother, got nought except for the strange men’s attention.

The last man turned fully to me this time and really concentrated, getting assistance from others in the carport area.

I awoke from being blacked out once again, to see no one on the path.
I reached out and felt that she was in the area of the gravel car turning circle around the house, so ran. To my mostly boy-self surprise, she was being levitated upwards, which made me run faster.

Turned the corner and saw no one there, they were gone. Ran to the end of the path and garden gate before the gravel reaching out for her again.

Could hazily see she was with a heap more beings being taken away on a ship.
They were watching me, and I suspect used one of the light tricks (will talk of in-home invasion incident), no idea atm, but they quelled my movements somehow and were trying to force me to go back inside to sleep - with a partial authority seemingly coming from Mum, as well as the ship itself.

I resisted, struggling to open my eyes …I stood there unwavering for must have been a couple of hours, managing to open eyes to a squint before failing into almost unconsciousness.

Struggling to resist the commands put upon me so strongly was all my focus, I didn’t have time for leg fatigue or anything.

During one of the moments of eyelid openings I saw on the lightening horizon that dawn was near.

Suddenly she there next to me, putting a hand on arm to rouse me! The sun had risen.

“What are you doing out here in your pyjamas?” she asked, in amused tones.

My stunned boy self was confused, as I had another layer of command put upon me to forget …when they returned, I guess.
I started crying, so relieved that they returned her, asking where she had been with the men in the spaceship, but she just looked at me quizzically for a moment and then continued to laugh.

I realised what they had done what had been put upon me to forget, and asked

"Where were you just now?"

She looked down at the carport and I saw her wonder for a sec, she tried to rationalise it, then got a bit fearful of losing her marbles, so she urged us both back inside and didn't want to address the issue anymore.

But as we went up the path past a bunch of flowering plants... she for a moment, seemed to cognitise a little of what was going on, her eyes suggested it also, that we needed to be secretive and said "We'll talk about it inside". That mindspace she spoke to me from, was the her who would be regularly on the cold metal table under their applications, seemed like a teen girl rather than a woman.

She didn't talk about it after we went in, as strangely everyone else was awake and standing in the hallway at back door and engaged us with a bit of mirth, so she got to yacking.

I thought to ask Mum again about it after things got quieter.

I forgot about it after breakfast, when us kids started mucking about.

Almost a week later…

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OWL

Night had fallen and dinner was almost ready. My younger brother Rodrick (not his real name) and I came running back from up near the milking sheds where we were playing.

Got back to house, commenced to get out of our dirty clothes.

When a loud repetitive call of an owl somewhere nearby could be heard from inside the house.
(atm I don’t recall what sound it made nor the feathering patterns seen later)

We stopped and went outside for a sec, near the toilet door listening to the penetrating persistent owl call.
I said matter-of-factly, "That owl doesn't feel right!!”
...turning to Rodrick, “Let's go take a look"

We put our boots back on and nipped around the house corner, went down to the car port and turning circle, past central grassy shrub area and onto gravel ...so that we were still within ambient illumination from the light spilling out of the kitchen windows.

Looking up at last pine tree of avenue that edged the lane (the same one I had communed with before) that was silhouetted against the now starry sky, could hear the owl was up in topmost branches.
Still blaring his call, intermittently.
It had weird spooky vibe (not the distinct alien cabal vibe), felt like it was looking at us as if we were prey from out of the shadows up there (I was in boy mind during that night’s experience).

I remarked how it surely isn’t real and started to point at the dark top of tree. Said something cheeky & triggering, not sure atm – was silly kid banter.

Then with one louder vocalization it tried to menace us, with an accompanying energetic push.

I looked to my brother and got his attention, smiled and started to turn back to owl with increasing volume "You don't scare us 'owl'!!" with a confident laugh.

"You're fake!! Give it a rest ...noisy!!"

I tried reaching out to my friend that tree (an account I should like to share, for people to see beyond what is mind), but he was so still & withdrawn, it was like he was hiding. That made me a little bit cross to see him sorta scared.

So, we then started pelting rocks up towards it, unsuccessfully.

Where the noise was coming from a shadow cloud about 7 feet in diameter appeared.
Incredible was the contrast it made against the view we had, the shadow generated was so dark it made the night sky appear blue, and all other shadows on the tree were nowhere near that deep a tone.
After our futile attempt to hit the bugger, the fake owl from the black shadow felt meaner and definitely nasty now.

The shadow started to travel down the tree, silently and with clear purpose to come to us.

It had got to bottom of tree as both I and my bro were dumb founded.

The shadow spilled out a little at the bottom (almost as if it was like a fabric, but clearly wasn’t) as whatever it was stood up slowly (still entirely cloaked in the shadow energy) and once fully erect, started moving towards us with evil intent.

I could sense a peculiar off-worlder humanoid, same height as man, Nordic looking, pointy elf ears, reeked of sorceries ..his hatred as dark as the shadow.
(pretty sure it was the Pleiadian Elf ratbag who was part of the alien home invasion covered in next post of this thread)

It said something at us from within it's now pulled in somewhat cloud, which I do not recall yet (was curt and threatening though).

We both freaked out, as it was real, and coming right at us!!

Was unable to bring my greater soul into action (found out later why, next post) but was able to put my hand up & slow it visibly with a basic chi push shield coupled with fend-off stare, but couldn't stop it due to being mostly “boy in illusion”.

I said "Run, but stop, turn around and face it.... don't look away, or it will speed up and overtake us!! ...ok, go!"

Rodrick ran towards gate at bottom of inclined path, I could hear him on the gravel to grass and then gravel again with a stop, indicating he had only gone a few metres.

"Ready? Face it, stare at it!!” I urged.

I reached out and gave him a link to my boost stream like a baton that he was ready to pick up.

"Can I turn away and run now?" The shadow was only a few metres away from me.

He were unsure whether he could hold it off with his stare, I knew he could do it! 😊

He then called out an uncertain "Yes."

I pivoted and ran, it was surreal as all fuckery me fleeing and seeing this little brave boy with his determined face, staring down a perhaps demonic monster.
That was very cool :)

Got a bit behind him and turned about and focused on the fiendish thing in the shadow.

"Okay, let it go and run behind me!"

As he ran past I said, "Face it, so I can get away again!"

Did the swap a couple more times, made it to gate... the evil shadowy ponce laughed out loud at the temerity of these two kids, who just eluded him – heh heh!

We ran like rabbits up into the house, panic struck as we lost sight of the standing shadow.

Talked a little about it, tried mentioning it to Mum, but she was busy.

Had a quick conversation about the shadowed creep before we sat down to eat, trying to lay down paradigm definitions from scared kids - that it could not enter or do anything around the strength of Dad or something like that.

Later, at dinner table, a 3.5 foot high owl was suddenly at window, flapping about as though it wanted in on the dinner we were at and kept trying to land on the slanted bricks ‘neath pane in between intense stares at each of us.

Everyone exclaimed, Dad said something on how freakishly big it was, and sat back lowering his arms that were holding his utensils, looking at the thing in amazement.

Feeling the intrusiveness of the bugger looking in at us all like mice, I got out of chair and rushed it at glass, it flew backwards and landed on railing skirting veranda.

I kept gnashing at it through the glass, saying stuff, waving a ladle... but it just stared impervious.
Dad said to leave it be.

I returned to table as they were discussing how unusual of an owl that was …then got straight back up again, feigning that I had to use toilet.

Slipped out back door, ran quietly (shrunk energy), and rushed along veranda right at the fake owl twerp.

Was almost as big as me, a very large “owl” indeed!

Ha ha ha, the prick freaked out and flew off into the darkness.

Went to go back in, but was overcome with "fear of the dark" and couldn't move out of the illuminated areas off the veranda - lol

I asked through the same window for someone to please come out and escort me back in, as something was in the air above house - felt like more dark elves, mean and nasty, waiting to seize me or something once I got out of sight of family.

Mum finally came to corner and beckoned me impatiently; I could feel hatred and general ill-will above me.

Felt like there were 4 more "owls" or dudes like earlier in the air up above the house, in the dark.

We went inside.

Something happened later that night, unable atm to recall, was about a fight or something I had with some of them.

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ALIEN HOME INVASION

A few days later, Rodrick (my younger brother, not his actual name) and I were watching a trippy movie in the kitchen-lounge, Mum and Dad in the lounge with brother, another brother and sister studying in bedroom.

The movie was a 1960s British flick with sci fi tones, it was about a time stop on Earth with a few people able to walk about.

One scene was of a man passing by two chaps in work aprons doing removalist work frozen in spot and chucking a chair between them in the air, it was stilled in air.
During the movie there were mental influences (sneaky buggers doing basic mind probes) from afar that made us a bit drowsy a couple of times but silly comments and laughter shook that off.

A whitish flash of light that we thought was lightning occurred, we counted as kids do to see how far away it might be, yet there was no thunder.

We looked about as another flash happened, this one had a tone of strength or something. The tv and lights all went off.

A third “lightning” flash filled the west skies, that one was menacing & overbearing - we lapsed into unconsciousness as it seemed a high-pitched mentally affecting sound also was part of the presence of approach, not too sure, was barely discernible on reflection.

I snapped myself out of the stupefying ensorcellment and awoke. I felt an energy net on me, which was a fake arse thing… but I lay a bit unsure still, of what was going on.

I felt the origin of the net to the west and in the sky, looking at window I saw the large glowing disc “glide in” almost, from behind the dark tree outlines to above them on approach.

As a boy it was cool to see, but moved me more into mask-self with the fun notion.

Ship came over house and was bigger than the 3 bedroom brick home by a fair bit.

I looked about and saw my brother asleep with eyes open, the room now illuminated inside from the glowing ship above the house.
Roused Rodrick, after feeble whispered words I removed his net and fake mind impel.
He remarked how the power was off, I revealed it wasn’t lightning, that it was a big silver spaceship stopped over our house right this second, that the light coming in from outside was it.

He and I of course started to wonder and be amazed, that this might be cool.
“Do you think they’re nice? We’ll get to meet them?”
“I’m not sure, why the scary light?”

As we were discussing what this might mean, I felt a presence of the ship sorta not quite over the house (might’ve been a bit bigger than I thought) have a bustling of minds in one spot.

Then that group was beamed down in about 2 seconds to the ground.
This is not being racist, it was seen through the eyes of an Australian child in the 1970s …felt like a group of Japanese tourists all with cameras and looking about were suddenly on the gravel down there (house was up a story from that, on slope kinda but also stilting).

A sound happened which may have bestilled my mind a moment, then a bunch of those people came close to the window behind my bro, silhouetted by the light from their craft a bunch of “people”.

I indicated for Rod not to move, that there was aliens outside the window where his couch wert below.

He looked delighted, being of good nature, and leaped up and mucked about for a bit at them in a friendly sing song way....

He looked back at me after calling out to them and jumping up and down waving as they were doing nothing but standing there.

He put his face up to the window and with tongue blew a raspberry.

The he looked back at me, I whispered hoarsely “Nooo”, he bounced again and then starting tapping the window with head leaning in a silly asking way as he tapped on window 4 times in different rhythm.

That is when a tall Reptilian stepped forward a little, put right hand up menacingly and tapped on the window once with his pointer finger. With accompanying mind waves of authority

Rodrick slipped down quick fast and looked to me. We were both little lads frightened, and all I could provide was “pretend you’re asleep”.
“But I can’t, they saw me!”

I saw them all move away from window as if sped up time, very rapid in strange look to motion and head to the door.

I waited for the lock to click, as I had felt something earlier and had asked for it to be closed for the spooky sci fi movie.
Then I could feel them come in the house, larger than what I saw out window. I puzzled at how there was no lock click or door noise, as all was very silent.

They defined for allocations of their number to members of the rest of the family, then to my dread, a group turned their attention to us.
I shut down some more and pretended to be asleep and of no waking consciousness, just a day-dream version that surface thing they wanted me to be immersed in.

Rodrick was rightly panicking a bit as they were approaching, he looked distressed and as though the couch he was upon was a little rowboat; the way he moved to and thro on it feverishly.
I would have wigged out more than that, he did well not to.

They came into the kitchen behind where my head was lain on couch I was on.
The aliens entered his vision, I lay still but looking at Rod worryingly, his expression changed from fear to perplexment, astonishment, then slowly dawning delightful curiosity.
There had been a shift in energy, but I was shrunk so much it was just like a faint thing.

He sat up from the cower and looked directly at them.

I was freaking out for him!

Could hear music emanating from behind me, where the aliens were.
As they came past my head and around the couch, I cracked open my eyes and was shocked to see the procession.

Wearing the ovoid Grey alien face masks (even has a line for string sorta at the back, not sure they need that), beguiling in their quirky cuteness alongside the musical enamours came a small festive parade, members of the procession were an assortment of alien races.

A couple of them under a foot in height, a Grey a Cobalt-Dwarf, a dark red crab guy, a Reptilian type A (tall thin white, squid-like in body texture) long necked ovoid headed alien.

The Reptilian wore the mask too, which I thought strange at the time, as his face was quite similar to that...yet I saw his eyes making almost goldish light as he chose his willing which the mask would do well to shroud I presume.

About third in line (of about nine) was a classic Grey , he wore no mask but was reflected a little amongst the other masks. Another Grey in line someplace, recollections of recollections atm.

As they had come around the corner of the kitchen into the sun room, with my brother becoming more amazed, and turned as strange enchanting musical procession around the couch arm my head was resting on, I watched through narrowed gaze.

They all had crystalline musical instruments, a saxophone type thing, a floating xylophone-piano, a flute, stringed instrument, some others not clear atm. As they “played” these, all sorts of astral rainbow sparkly light effects drifted off each as in comic books (I had turned off auric vision during those days) around them and into the air to fade and drift off a little.

As they passed by me, I noticed the Reptilian’s skin was so very white but up close has small remnant translucent scales spread out about 8 or so inches or more, which as they walk flash opalescent light from external light source refract.

So they have lil rainbow twinkles over their bodies as they move, probs be cool as if they weren’t so nasty.

Upon thinking it was pretty as a thought-form release and paint of him, he whipped his head about and crouching down stooped to look me in the face.

To which I feigned deep immersion into nothing but a mode of thought stupified akin to what I had struggled out earlier - which they had meted out.
Satisfied, he continued with the others in procession.

When close enough to Rodrick, all the masks which were mind constructs “fastened” with a “string” for each head area (crab dudes sorta had these over a bit of their back shell) dissolved by wave of hand by Reptilian.

Rodrick was ensorcelled by him and the Cobalt Dwarf, who was now standing at his face with a Grey who was motioning for his head to go down on cushion at same time Reptilian was at brother’s other end.

The long-necked creepazoid got behind my brother and they compelled him to raise his bottom.
The Cobalt Dwarf got out his penis whilst the Grey formed a plastic one from his nethers, they both popped their dicks around his mouth and into it, whilst he was looking understandably with a horrified face.

The Reptilian looking back as in a confirmation at one of the other tall ones standing behind me, to the right of my head, lowered his pants and slowly inserted his long finger into my brother’s anus and looked again at the other with understanding as if data were being accumulated.

The thin creature turned and looked amused at the humiliation and violation of this human on couch with dicks in face and its finger were inserted.
As it did this to him, Rodrick slightly began to look consternated, to which the ones round his head and on the back (crab had gotten on back, climbed to rear of head and was manipulating his mind from there) soothed him back into the mesmerism with coos and one used the music whilst the crab guy did more of an energetic stimulus at the nape of the neck.

At looking over the day’s events via my brother’s stools, the Reptilian looked shocked and turned his head fast to look at me. “It was you!!” he said out loud.

After they had gotten their "reading", they redressed his pants back and lulled him to lay and sit in the earlier energy "net" which holds one stilled, accommodatingly susceptible, and oblivious.

Both the Grey and the Cobalt-Dwarf strangely apologized to him.

They then collected themselves and turned their attention to me as a clutch of vampires looking a bit menacing. I mewled a whimper with my arm curled up (oh yeah,I had only released my arm and head from the net, so to look about and wave to brother and release his net).

A crab-spider declared “Let me go first!” and leapt from the ground 5 feet away to the right of my feet onto my chest.

As he climbed up my body and onto my chest, I could clearly see the terrible mouth and then most shockingly, a little human head produced from the upper carapace!! Who grinned at me!

I reviled and moved to action by sweeping my right arm which had been a retracted to chest as if in limp – a small barrier to the energy presence of the intruders.
Sweeping it across my chest, there meeting the not so hard crab flying across the room.

My swatting sent him onto side of an unused brick fireplace, which made a large crack in his back shell and snapped a leg off.

They all watched him sail through the air surprised, as if watching a bike stunt.

The brushed off crab-spider dude lay broken but alive.

The Reptilian as a conductor of sorts, quickly changed the mindset of them and they all moved in to pick him to pieces and eat him, the crab calling out in a frightened “No” a few times before he was in their mouths and in bits.

They turned to me and Rep tried to push the mind wave of crazy cannibals as they chomped away.

Then only about 10 seconds later, beamed into the room was the same crab dude in a new body. The other body munched down.

I addressed him that he was not technically back, as his body was just snacked upon. We argued a little where I outwitted him and they got a bit threatening as a group.

I tried to force through the net but was too distracted holding onto all them with my awareness and being mostly boy mind.

Seeing it would take too much, I just went “out of body” and zoomed upwards into a standing position with legs still in body, very conscious and present on the lower astral.

I looked upon them all, two groups, and started a protest proclaim. As I looked around berating these naughty boys, a bunch of them made a shadow in the corner and were slipping away.

I called out “Stop that!” with a pointed hand and the shadow melted, 4 or so had fled.

They did so, but then instead of retreat they all came forward at me trying to look scary with shadow stuff surrounding them.

Dark shadows formed around all their eyes with a weird hate that was a bit flimsy really, and their mouths a bit and bodily extremities as they held arms out in threat.

All made scary looking postures and made biting motions at me. The only one truly scary was the Cobalt Dwarf, he can eat rocks, his big teeth made a full on heavy clack noise a bunch.

The Reptilian type A had two peg like teeth, many small dendrite tiny forkings, in vamp pos of course.

After brushing my silly boy fear off, I also addressed them with “Enough of that!” at which they all suddenly looked like kids.

I looked at them all like I was a Headmaster – lol, up and down the rank of these nasty invasive goobers with an appraising eye.

Upon looking at the Cobalt Dwarf, I felt a memory from ages past of being on a world and seeing him.

I said “I know you” at which he telepathically said nothing, but the Reptilian said “No you don’t”.

I turned back to him and repeated “No, I like know you personally”.

Both Cobalt and Rep looked freaked, the Cobalt worried for some reason, the Rep suspicious from his reaction and my statement.

Found out later that it turns out I did know that Cobalt Dwarf long ago, huh, the people ya run into.

I then started on about how they were not from here, that they were aliens and should leave as this planet was under protection.
The Reptilian looked once more behind me and around the corner.

I declared “Come out from around there, you”.

The blonde human looking alien who came in, as I called them on their interference, had long hair and fancy clothes.

He looked human, but his skin had a very slight gold sheen to it, like a glow.

He appeared Nordic, having long hair though each follicle was very thick compared to human hair, about his person adorned with some out of that particular time period, far in sophistication was the sew and hew of his threads.

The most memorable was that he had about 7 lapels on his coat, each a fantastic patterning reflected on opposite lapel.
I said “What are you doing with them? You’re human!”

He put a hand to his hair near ear and raised it back to reveal a pointy ear top “Who said I was human?” he smarmily replied.
I was a bit thrown by that for a sec, thinking I had another human in the room to help.

I declared “You have no right to do this!!!”

To which he replied very matter of factly “We have the right”.

I was about to push this bit of bullshit, when he started referring with is spiritual connection to a demonically evil female presence (thing at Saturn), so I stopped with that angle.
I declared I was going to fight them, that they could fall easily enough before me, indicating the crab guy.
Standing like Superman for a sec, declared I was no normal human, and that I would arouse my powers to destroy them!
Lol, dear oh dear.

The Aesir-humanoid said I couldn't to him, as he had dwelt enough in our realities to be immune to such assaults (he knew not of what I could do, and presumed me to be a lot of talk).

A little of me knew to keep that actually hidden, so I said that I would physically destroy him, he didn't get it and asked of how I could do that when I was not in my body.

I looked down, as I had stood with indignation moments earlier upon the couch where I had been supine, to behold my body still on the couch.
Quite forgotten that I was not in my body.

I became alarmed and yielded back to my body...but they were too quick, and moved upon me.

Next thing, I awoke in body where I had been laying, with a Reptilian type A on me with face right in mine, with hand up in my face with two fingers pointing at my eyes.

It seemed to me at the time there were needles coming of his fingertips as he was projecting such for me to apprehend.

“Don’t move your eyes or they will tear” he lied, as the needles felt like they were going into my brain a lil.

I was panicking heaps, tried to reach out to Mum or Dad in the lounge room, but they had a similar group at them, so too with older brother and sister in another room.

I then reached beyond the house to a human not caught in this, everyone seemed asleep, so I reached a few paddocks over to a policeman and woke him up.

I watched him go outside, all the while struggling with eyes not blinking or moving thinking I had large needles passing into my eyes.

He lit up a cigarette then looked over to our house, where he saw a large glowing spaceship over our house.

Had a few puffs, thought “Nope” and went back to bed… he did jot it down, which helped him to recall it later.

I thought “Aw no, up to me, no one is coming!” but then I accidentally turned my eyes a little in the general area of where Mum and Dad was upon feeling small.

Hang on, I just moved my eyes and those “needles” did nothing …realizing the scoundrel was subjecting me to an illusion!

I raised my head a lil and pushed energetically with a lil ire back into the mind that had been pushing into mine, he recoiled and looked scared.

But then brought in his higher mind, I managed to quell that down too though in the next moment there was a Reptilian type A hand on my forehead from behind me, and I passed out.

Not sure how long after, Mum came into the room also from a "nap".

She looked at me and my brother in our pyjamas still laying and said “What have you done, you’ve pissed yourselves on the couches!?”

She took us outside, which to my befuddled senses I thought was daylight… then in the midst of their imposed forgetting I recalled the situation and glanced up to see rim of glowing ship just above house.

Seeing just the circular edge I instantly knew several things of them.....the craft itself was an entity, a living metallic/plant animal....of sorts, and twer peopled wyth several types of peoples - some clear Greys. some Reptilians pretending to be human men in suits, others like monsters to my earth mind.
They almost cottoned on that i perceived them.

We went back inside with little cognition of what had just been applied to us all. I knew to keep shut up for this, as they were keeping on eye on us still.

Went and got changed then put to bed as it was late.

Something else by them happened during the night, don't recall yet.

The policeman who lived 500 metres across the paddocks and creek, told everybody he saw a glowing white ufo hovering over our house, and his son mocked me a bit on the bus about aliens and my family. That his Dad said we were to be kept away from - he asked me why, I feigned ignorance and withdrew to introspection.

The Reptilian type A can determine things with their fingertips, like a dog’s nose sorta.
They might’ve developed it over evolve to track prey they were vamping on.
The fecal matter touched can show what has been flashed as experience by the person it is passing through, only for that time though.
It seems to be a non-intrusive – lol, mentally – way of gleaning info without leaving a mind presence, not sure.

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Most people including myself have a PTSD effect from severe trauma going through horrible things like I shared.
Opening up to anyone can be very hard and feel threatening, as if someone might dismiss their suffering callously, compounding the sense of unseen wounds.
Been trying to put this last bit of the experience in 1980 out there online for awhile, but has been hard to write it and re-experience.
Literally suffering still from that, won't be specific.
I probs sound like a jolly sort that has no scars, heck no, I'm quite a bit of a mess from that and a tonne of other bs that was put upon me.

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Oops, a detail I forgot, was just re-reading the home invasion bit as I got distracted after initial posting.

When they were approaching Rodrick with that procession, each in line would alternate in a pendulous body sway.

So first would lean to left, second to right, third to left, and so on.

It didn't seem that "Disney" from my angle, but to him it mighta added to the overall scene.
I saw Grey masks on aliens, he mighta seen cute animated creatures or something.
He's unable to recollect yet even though reminded him a few times.

With all that spectacle, I probs would been enchanted too... instead I lay there looking through cracked eyelids watching with horror my brother's delighted face, when I could see they were behind masks and were weird aliens approaching him.

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As I've said some very evolved and amazing beings do not realise what is going on. Farsight are incredibly close to the whole puzzle.

These crab-spider creatures (Space-Nits) are small when on ships, not sure how tiny they hatch as, but they get insanely big... I think there is a limit, the biggest one in this galaxy looks to be the same size as other largest in other galaxies.
Think large planet-size, gettin' there.

I had hoped to provide David Icke with who the actual rulers are, but it seems he has started to. Has seen invisible spider-crabs in his room a coupla times.
Noice!

That invisibility tech is tricky to disempower, not quite worked it out yet, other than tellin' em off - lol

Oh, they are a reddish with odd brown (edit: whoops, wasn;t even thinking when I vaguely thought of their look. Fixed/) markings on most of their thick legs, sorta like tribal patterns but I think they mighta evoled like that.
Their mouths are very wide, with crazy looking shark teeth... for a crab-thing that looks disturbing.

YOWIES

They're very pyschic naturally & highly elusive, don't seem to use tech as far as I know.

Might be tricky ...perhaps with some of those involved in the Missing Parks cases, they might be less attuned and gettin Ogre-like.

This is probably a silly conjecture, but it seemed to me like they are remnants from a global ascension event - not part of the 'The Enemy' call maybe?
Perhaps even the root races they engineered humans off the back of?

Apart from examing them as a cryptids curiosity, they are part of all this somehow.

Here is account of the time I saw a couple of 'em when 15.

SOME YOWIES

In 1986 after having trained very rapidly and to some considerable proficiency in Tae Kwon do, I used to visit the mate I would go to the club with at his family home 25kms away and we'd muck about training the whole time.
Emulation from magazines and movies was heaps of fun, diversifying our martial arts somewhat. Started to introduce a tiny bit of spiritual practice with our exploration of ninjutsu themes.

Mum came and picked me up, after one of my all day training and watching martial arts movies sessions.
She drove off, headlights on, as it was just past twilight.

I was shifting into a detached spiritual state for the drive home, vaguely looking at dark forest off a ways - day dreaming about running through the edge of the forest near the paddocks along with the car like i used to but in actual projection.

As a younger child on the bus to school, a few times projecting and running along with the bus over fences and doing big leaps etc, until too close to physical and some saw upon return once looking at my astral form's eyes, was asked how with amazed looks how I was able to do that, so I stopped doing it.

Doing a few things at that school didn't help with trying to blend in.

We were not even 200 metres along the highway when something unusual lay it’s attention upon the car from the dark woods.

With what senses I had availed at that time, I “reached out” a basic scan, across paddocks and into edge of forest.

Detected a being's startled reaction to my slightly expansive glancing including his presence - which became indistinct and withdrawn but still watching me kinda.
I read something off him that he was steadying himself with support from others, or was warning or something, but he gave away that he was not alone.
Then without any hint of preamble, suddenly expanded my awareness to include all such individuals of that type if they were also in forest... I saw about 8 groups of 2 and 3 members spread out (each small group was average 70 feet apart from others) along the edge of the tree line, observing humans in their houses from a distance. Using some type of far-sight and quiet telepathic commune as they did.
Wild, secretive, mystical, deeply part of nature, but were sorta human.

They sensed my alarm at them, many very quickly became ethereal to my senses, I "pulled my head in” to fathom it.

A few seconds later, as we drove on, I felt approach of one of those beings in spirit ("astral projection", more than the astral can be surfed).

I quickly "dumbed down" and looked innocuous, even gave off a durpy (though not unbelievably) thought of "Huh, guess it was nothing... maybe my imagination" - then moved onto surface projective thoughts of the radio and road in headlights as I tucked that memory away in a “folder”.

He left a moment or two into that, satisfied I hadn't sprung 'em or something, not sure what he thought.
It was about 2 kilometres down the road that I allowed the supressed experience from moments before to come back to my awareness, after checking I wasn’t being viewed.

I resolved to arrange it so I could stumble across them by being oblivious, a masked state so I could catch 'em out "accidentally" - lol.
It took a bit of timing with some arrangements made on the higher planes (I knew much more about them from that, but not accessible ‘til I get my finger out), of which I readily later lent myself to, when out of "The Forgetting" (a geas upon self for slave guise, parts of which would wear thin before being respun) would permit.

A week later on a lovely summer's day, my training buddy and I decided to enter the forest with our goal being the remote country rubbish dump near Yolla, Tasmania to use "forest blend" stealth to move around and see if we could do better at it.

The very area behind where I sensed those groups.
The Forest Blending I came up with at the time was just making your energy signature like that of a tree. You move with the wind, feel the branches, leaves, roots, and the sunlight being absorbed.
Then quietly come back to the sense of you being localised in a human body and let that presence of you be enjoyed, which is part of the forest symphony as human meditating
…but you hush your instrument’s “sound”.
We got fairly good at it stationary, but would slip out often when on the move by being silly teenage boys and saying either dumb or funny stuff, unless adequately focused.

As we walked down the road I laid out the plan for our training mission - lol

I suggested we use this sojourn as a whole training experience. Not just to apply our stealth mode when we got to our destination, but to approach from the first steps off the paddocks and into the forest as energetically "shrouded".

I had to keep my plans on stumbling over the Yowies as unknown to even me, so as not to alert the canny quarry with wayward "touches upon them".
I had placed such a distance between what I had gleaned and what I had let myself to know, that I didn’t even associate them with Bigfoot/Sasquatch or the Yowie tales after this encounter. I called them for years (only recounted it 6 times) “Hairy Bush People” – lol, didn’t even realise how rude that sounded either!
Until I gathered myself up at a few stages and let that out of a “framing” – kept the memory pigeon holed and isolated unto itself, so that when a few people did laugh I was perplexed.

We entered the forest with a melding from human domesticated land to nature (the area we entered had been flogged a bit but was recovered, connected with continuous bush into the Tarkine wilderness) …we both confirmed that distinct transition with a glance.

Breathing and moving gently with a quiet care not to unnecessarily step on twigs or brush past the scrub. So quiet as to not hear one's own breath or slow rolling "sticky" footfalls.

Our progress was very very slow and taking what seemed forever to enter the bush from grassy paddock.

We were some 75 feet into the forest proper, when we came across a fallen log spanning a small dry stream bed only 8 inches deep with a concentration of 5 foot high man ferns growing happily along its course.

The log was dotted with new long thin shoots rising well above our heads, across its surface.

As we were wending our way across it with no sounds made, myself in the fore, I could feel a very slight change in the vibrations my mate was emanating.

We had a very basic telepathic connect in "forest blend" headspace and rudimentary conveyance of intention or area of focus, I noticed the difference, even though he was still in stealth mode - it being as near silence by such.

I only very slightly bridged the gap between us telepathically, which was easy since we were good buddies, so that the most simple of thoughts sent could be heard …I didn't want it to extend into anything complex & conversational. Configured my reception of his projected thoughts to only be what we talked of as well – which kept the communication free from anything other than the most basic of things.
Only really did that with him about 5 times so we didn’t develop it much …after the following freaky experience he stopped being interested in ninja stuff entirely.

Turning slowly, I saw that he stood roughly where I felt him stop ...yet was seemingly transfixed upon something at a ways up the stream bed through all the man ferns.

Having now turned my body and returning closer to him tried to get his attention firstly through telepathic boop... nothing.

Then I whispered so quietly a couple of times that I wasn't sure he could hear.

I suspected it were a ruse to make me let my guard down so that he could launch an attack, as we oft did and then have fun sparring Iike crazy.

So I whacked a lil punch into his side, to which he nary responded - a blink with a slight exhale of breath.... still fully astonished by whatever held his gaze.

I didn't fully accept that he was actually seeing anything, so I asked him with stealthy whisper (a bit like “tiny man in my throat voice”), "What?"
I did so several times with increasing volume until at the level of a normal whisper, then when I’d finally reached him through his astonishment he let out a hushed and serious drawn out "Look!!"

I was compelled by his intensity of bogglement and focus, so that I stole a glance in the bush but saw nought.
Then turned back and questioned him again, looking to where he now pointed and said "Look!" again, only slightly more urgent.
Seeing nothing and suspecting him still of pulling a ploy, I got fed up and asked at almost talking voice level
"What? What are you looking at?"

At this, his eyes opened wide with amazement and said louder (but not at my volume) and excitedly urged "There! Look!"
I still saw nothing.

Noticed that whatever he was seeing was moving by his outstretched arm and pointer finger starting to pan to his left.
I quickly put my head to his shoulder, looking down his arm and to where in the forest he was pointing.

Looked out into the bush for 1 second, focusing with allowance (key creative term, "allowing" yourself is giving yourself permission) to detect movement whilst still following the movement of his arm, before seeing the two Yowies.

I zeroed in with my sight & beheld two massive hairy humanoids running off to the edge of the bush from the middle of the same creek bed 90 foot up.
Saw them for over 2 and a half seconds very clearly, with my eyes attuned to the slight gloom of the woods, so that their features were undeniably evident.

At almost one second of beholding them, and as my mind started to reel with awareness of these incredible beings, the lead one was indisputably male (the other, in a likewise fashion, felt female, pretty sure I saw boobs) turned and looked at us.
As he did his eyes flashed with two pinpricks of a white light radiance.
It were a flaring up of his chi/spirit, with looking from higher levels at my overall beingness, whilst shifting into "overdrive".
Pretty much I was looking at my spirtual light being seen and then reflected... a bit like a spotlight might with an animal.

The male Yowie turned his head again to the direction in which they were running and they both simultaneously started to fade in a "lack of substance" fade out.
They were swiftly becoming insubstantial just before they got out of sight behind tree trunks and foliage. I didn’t see them fully go invisible.

Male well over 8 foot tall, female just under (been a bit unclear on height, legs not visible – not really looked into Yowies really, as a lot of things, will do soon. We need to know relevant info on these peeps).
The both of them, as hairy as the other. The 5 inch long hairs were very thick follicles and spaced apart enough to clearly see the brown skin underneath ...a bit like the hairs on a blow fly's bum.
The hairs on arms moved during swings, as if they were underwater… looked odd. Perhaps due to the thickness, was like bull kelp in ocean current.
Their arms were long, very large shoulder muscles and big strong hands curled as they ran.
No rear neck and skull shaping as with humans, a bit like gorillas, with large muscle mass.
Hairless face almost human, nose flat. Didn't see any bearding, or concentration of hair. Might’ve been downy hair I couldn’t see from that distance over body and on face, dunno.

As soon as they nipped off out of our vision, we both stood like rubbery post-gawk jaw droppers, looked at each other with dawning realisation
…and the subsequent actual feeling of my normal mundane brainset getting a lil twisty from the indisputable reality it had just witnessed:

two supposedly mythical creatures
just in the forest a stone's throw away
not a moment ago,
very physical,
very real.
(completely omitting the disappearing part to myself, in my frenetic pace)

I suggested "Let's go talk to them" - being quite fearless from all the martial arts and unconsciously running off my arranged "script" - at which my friend blanched.

Realised we couldn't hesitate, so exclaiming "C'mon! Quick, let's go!" Running & jumping off the log to our right, he did also to the left.
We covered the distance rapidly, seeing as we sprinted about all the time and were presently in that mood of primed prowess.
Keeping my eye on landmark branches and several trees we ran to the spot, exchanged a few excited words (not sure what they were).

We met in the middle of the gully where they had run from, it was a crossroads for animals with a number of well-worn small trails. Both scurried about looking for large heavy looking footprints, finding nothing big except for prints from 1 cow old and recent from distant paddocks.
Hurriedly asked of him, "So what did you see? After all you must have been looking at them for 30 plus seconds at least!"

"Well, they were standing here somewhere," he said, roughly indicating the area where I stood.

I glanced about, with another quick look for prints, to no avail. So pressed him for more "What were they doing?"

"They were bent over a bush” he supplied simply.

I furtively looked about and reaching out a hand to healthy large bush behind and to my left "What? This bush?"

"Yeah" he said, looking over the other vegetation in that spot "That one."
Being in "mortal mind" I looked at it as just a plant.
He then related in detail how the shorter of the two, whom we both agreed female, was gently fingertip touching and stroking the leaves.
Would stare at the bush for a moment then look to the slightly stooped male standing behind her shoulder off to the side a little.
They would seem to confer without moving their lips but were nodding and making various discussive gestures of the head and she would turn and apparently commune with the plant some more.

I tried to figure it out a coupla times from illusion-state, came up with that she was using it is a can string phone of sorts, via the roots to other plants and seeding her consciousness as project but with nature spirit vibe as disguise to any humans with sight to see.
Think I came to that conclusion after considering what I would do in their situation, …might be barking up the wrong shrubbery. That bit is still conjecture for the moment.

This leaf stroking thing they were doing the whole time he was watching them, he said, until my voice alerted them to our presence, to which they both looked at each other in an alarmed fashion and stood proper, beginning to run.
I inquired "You saw them begin to run off. They were about... here, and they were running across.... what, here?" gesturing about the place.

"Yeah, and the bigger one in the front turned and looked at us", Barney (not his real name) agreed.

"Yep, and then what?" - knowing this was where I had seen them start to fade out.

"You're going to think I'm nuts" he reluctantly said.

"Nah, go on - can't get any nuttier than this."

"Well”, he said a bit uncertainly, "after the larger one turned back to where they were running.... they sort of ...started disappearing."

"Oh my god!!!!!" I exclaimed, with appropriate arm flap.

"What?" he said defensively, thinking I was mocking his admission.

"No no, I'm not taking the piss out of you. I saw the same thing!!"

At that he looked relaxed, yet I continued to his consternation...
"It's just that I thought if I said it first you might go along with what I said" (young lads). He countered that now he was left wondering if I did the same thing, I barely reassured him with my no.

At this cessation in our brief discussion, we turned our attention back to the beings not too far gone from where we were.

"They went up there in that direction" needlessly pointing it out, indicating NW up some of the animal trails making the spot a thoroughfare. "Do you think we should follow them?" I tentatively postulated.

"No way. I didn't even want to chase up to where they were here."

"Aw c'mon, it's not like we could hurt them. Did you see how big his arms were??" I reasoned.

"I don't think we should. Probably best to leave them alone." Barney said with a tone of finality.

"But they're Bigfoot, bigfeet... Sasquatch, you know, we could go and talk to them. Maybe they're frightened of humans!? We could meet them!"
My friend's face said that he didn't like the sound of that notion.

"Oh..." I said aloud as it occurred to me "What if they're not friendly?"
To which we both looked up to the bush.

When suddenly, from them more than likely observing us, in the direction which they had just ran came a tremendous noise.
Which I had been describing in the retelling of this encounter as an extremely powerful man wielding a rubber coated sledgehammer mightily thwacking a big hollow gum tree. That was the impression that came to me as I tried to fit it into my everday mind.
The sound was basal and sonorous, a "WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP, WHUUMMP" it went.
Akin to when a kangaroo has a reposition hop-too in the undergrowth, but magnified ridiculously loud.

We were a bit shocked, and looked to each other a little uncertain, but not really overmuch as the excitement of this surreal thing being tangible was still at the fore.
"What do you reckon that was about? Do you think that was them warning us to leave them alone?" Barney ventured.

"Maybe" I admitted, "...though it's not everyday you get this kind of opportunity. I say we go up to where that sound came from, where they are, and apologise for scaring them!"

"I dunno..." he began,
but I interjected and was starting on the move again with "We'll just go up to where they roughly are now and call out to them. Show them we mean no harm. We could meet them and be introduced to their world! Imagine, being friends with bigfoot!" I laughed.

Running through the bush, I called out “It sounded like a thumping on a big hollow gum tree, try and find it!"

We zigzagged a little, but in the general direction of the loud Whuummp noises… until we came upon a large gum tree in very thick scrub.

“Do you think this is it!?” he asked. I was doubtful, slowly coming to terms that the whuummp noises weren’t perhaps actually anything to do with a tree.

“Dunno…. maybe it wasn’t a tree, but their chests they were thumping? However they made that noise… they looked very strong.”

I then realised just how out of our depth we were, that they could be anywhere nearby looking at us, and more than capable of literally tearing us limb from limb, like someone could do with a sandwich.

“Maybe they were giving us a warning to rack off, and we’ve just chased them… they might attack us!?”

As I said this, I looked at Barney whose face drained of colour and I got cold chills, the hairs on the back of my neck raised up.

Then nearby another very loud and very close "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP” happened.

Both of us flinched and recoiled.

Then about 300 metres ahead of us another "WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP. WHUUMMP”, then another to the left about 1 km away, then another only 50 metres, etc.

All up about 20 or so very loud and loaded with warning “WHUUMMPS”, all in an arc in front of us (I presume it was the pairing of Yowies I felt on the car ride, arrayed out in the bush).

Both of us suddenly became very scared and looked at each other in fear. I took control and directed “Let’s go!!” Called out “Sorry!!!!” towards the noises as we started to head back in the vague direction towards the edge of the forest.

I stopped for Barney to catch up twice as he was visibly panicking and losing energy quickly, and faced the direction we'd fled from.
It felt about 5 were on our tails, and were peering menacingly at us.
I stood in a rigid tae kwon do defensive stance letting Barney catch up. I gave him some of my energy, I glanced back at him and saw he was dashing on, not pausing to make sure I was good too …ya what!?! lol
I caught up to him again, after quitting my energy boost for the nobber, and we spilled out onto a paddock.

“Keep going, we have to get to the road, they don’t like the road or something! Especially the barbed wire barrier!!! RUN!!!” I called.
That was of course a load of bollocks, more of a thing with certain types of spirits.

Panting, sweating and wheezing, we ran and ran across the grass and up a hill to the road. I looked around several times and could feel the big male let us feel him looking at us from the edge of the forest.
I called out again “Sorry!!! Sorry for chasing you! …we didn’t understand!”

After jumping the barb wire fence, calming down and walking a bit, we briefly talked of the encounter. Barney saying he’d never return to the area – lol.

Some weeks later in Barney’s company, I tried to talk about the Yowie encounter. He looked confused, and then remembered after I recounted it to him, with great surprise that he could’ve forgotten such a thing.
He looked scared.

Another day, not that long after, I tried talking about it with him again, he denied it repeatedly until I described it in detail, then he looked ashen-faced and sat down.

The last time a week after that, I brought it up and he started to remember ...though he got angry at me and outright refused to entertain any such notions, walking away brusquely and wouldn’t let himself access the memory.

I’ve seen the same thing in people forgetting high vibration experiences (as with many alien encounters) and the memory block causes them existential pain to even approach it under casual circumstances.

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Three years later and 5 kms to the east, I was renting a farm with my ex wife, had 9 young blokes ready for a shooting party with 8 rifles.
We sat in the edge of the forest waiting for it to get darker.
One lad told a spooky story, and then another.
I related my Yowie account, and during the last description of me and Barney being shitscared and running away, a tremendous "WHUUMMP, WHUMMP, WHUUMMP" happened 14 feet away right next to us!

All these lads with guns ...we all ran out of the forest, across the paddocks and back home to the farmhouse - lol
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Some years later I had the opportunity to share the initial encounter with an aboriginal man who I felt had spiritual exposure to the topic.
I relayed to him the two accounts, and 3 additional stories I'd been told from other people in Tasmania.

He sat back, after listening to me quietly for some time, and exclaimed "I'll be fucked!! I didn't think they were in Tasmania!"

I became excited, realising this bloke knew something and was about to tell me.

He said his river tribe from South Australia call them "______", which means "Ghosts" (just gonna redact that, dunno if they want to be known). I became crestfallen and looked disappointed. "Do you mean they're like spirits?"

"No. They are called _____ because they're able to behave like ghosts. They have the keys to the other dimensions."
O.O
That was all I needed to hear, epic and then some!!

He said his people would be told to keep away from certain places, when they were of age & initiated, thereupon being let in on some of the special lore and ways of things.

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I suspect they are used on multiple star systems, as there are a lot of these newer Soul-Farms that have human type “cattle” for the Soul-Devourers on them.

This is not the case for older farms, all sorts of alien species inhabit the ranks of their desired & achieved farming state.

That they live subterranean makes a lot of sense, that with the indications from legends of trolls, etc. Will be fascinating to learn about their way of life.

Heard tell of little ones getting about northern NSW, perhaps evolved from an earlier form of the homo-floresiensis “hobbits”.

A bloke told me they call them Nimbinis, that they’re mischievous.

I wonder if the cases of Bigfoot stealing people is from madness from a human reality override and displacement, making them crazed and to behave like Morlocks of Wells’ fiction? Or whether some branches of them are just like that?

We’ll be putting a stop to that in any case.

The different hair colours reported seem logical for genetic dispersal, but we’ve had reports of all sorts here. Perhaps indicative of being well travelled through their networks, or some aspect of signifying age.

One in particular also in Tasmania, might been the 60s, where a white-haired Yowie seemed to be walking on water of a lake as he was carrying on and growling approaching a young couple, insisted upon is that the car head lights bounced off him.

In the Ramayana there is mention of Vanaras (Yowie/Bigfoot) fighting alongside humanity against the Nagas ("snake-men").
So perhaps they rile against the naughty buggers?

Some reports of them being seen on Reptilian ships is a bit concerning.

To what degree they’re in league with "The Enemy", or at all, will have to be ascertained.

MEN IN WHITE

…has been suggested as a comedy, naw, there is a branch of Reptilian type A designated for direct human action or something, that do not just dampen minds but exterminate possible threats.

That they wear an all white version of the MIB didn’t make sense until upon seeing them with prescience of assassins might be on the way.

I argued several times (had to shake off the silver stick daze) with 1 of the 4 MIBs escorting my Mum away on the path outside our house one night in 1979, also a bunch of Reptilian type A.

MIB stick out as not humans, though after spending a bit of time amongst us, can pull it off fairly well and not have that telltale alien weirdness about them.

At a point in one of the extended periods in The Forgetting, I was asked why I could smell snakes a few hundred metres from their position.
At the time I had no idea, but thought it was from a few encounters when much younger.
Reptilian type B and A both smell decidedly different… one a musky sorta stinky smell (B), the other a sickly insipidly sweet yuck to it (A).
Dunno if they wear deodorant, probs should.
:P

During a time in a southern Tasmanian city I’d been frequenting a library to use the internet.
Been making allusions to human elements of “The Enemy” on a geopolitical website over a few years… then some direct definite claims about the buggers.
Pretty much saying some prophetic things that are easily observable by RVing (skrying), about NWO jerks and some of their planned mass murders, etc.

Someone either read or was provided my writings, thereafter I saw a very rich man thinking himself rather important, with sinister scowl at my scribbles – lol
Who contacted another human on the possibility of assassinating me.
He contacted another, who directly contacted a Reptilian type A, think he had a device of some kind, didn’t call the creep on the phone.
Saw the faces and conversations, they were somewhat incensed and then some at what I’d revealed of their plans.

I felt arrival and monitoring, so played it low level durpy confused-spiritually guy as I entered city over a few days.

As I was seated at a computer, a man early 40's wearing all white suit with a white fedora turned up.
He had been in company with a lot of humans recently on a cruise ship, as well as his underhanded assassin thing - that was very quiet but noticeable.

He was trying to be low key, but I felt his energy, anytime he even considered me.
His mostly non-intrusive looking about at people’s thoughts a bit was to pick up hints that might indicate his quarry.

Popped in over a few days (many tour ships provided Hobart with a menagerie of peoples those days), trying to act like he wasn't trying to pinpoint the author of the internet rants.

Then another day a 2nd one turned up in the library, following similar protocols, was having a go at reading my thoughts as I was noting his, so durped it out with
"Gah, frikken goblin-soulled swine!” mental noise (not gonna re-use the actual profanities)

The 2nd “man” was in same attire, but seemingly wearing a much more expensive cut. His demeanor and presence were also more refined.
He had a bit of psychic potency, much moreso than other creep.

He stood about in various spot amongst the tables and pointedly looked about a bit, kept looking at me amongst the 40 or so people seated at machines.

Then on the proceeding day the first one nonchalantly followed me in, lingered, crept up behind me (thinking I was distracted by my typing), and triply confirmed for himself it was indeed me... which was a bit piss poor I thought at first, but realised no cameras on machines, and no way to determine who is on what number computer from wall cctv, as the librarians moved them all around a few years back and messed up the order.

The next day at library, I felt a reality potential of intended murder ...so went in casually, saw 1st one openly waiting for me inside main entrance, just off the bottom flight of stairs so he'd be in reach …champing at the bit even.

I approached not the usual way people do and passed out of sight for a couple of seconds.
During which I astrally readied a few somethings for let’s say “break in case of emergency”, then let them phase out but at hand immediately if needs be.

As I was being in five focuses, I didn't notice ‘til the ____s were tucked away at my side, that the 2nd one was coming down stairs from higher level seeing the last bit of some of my prepare, all I read from him was surprise.

I then let him feel via stirred anger for a flash of a sec that he has no idea what he's up against – lol.
I’ve smote a few of the buggers over this life. 😉

I saw the fiend must have some perspicacity beyond my figuring, as he felt what was but a bare hint on the wind and shat himself visibly, quickly recomposing.

I withdrew my focus on him and walked under near where he was coming down, having to continue towards stairs softly. As I came around bannister, 1st creep was leaning forward, fingers in right jacket pocket on a slim atm sized card thing that he knew equaled death if he touched me with it ...I assume polonium, dunno.

I felt the threat, would've stopped and let the blaggard make a move (got very proficient in TKD at 15, so didn’t see myself as victim) if 2nd wasn't coming down stairs, so continued on.

Turned my back mostly to him and mounted one step, though very much aware of him.

The other bugger... who now appeared at top of this flight.

I thought "Oh %$#, I'm going to have to power up and unleash early to wreck these %$^%# with their deadly weapon!!" ...started to raise up, was quickly unfurling when creep behind me stopped, became very confused, and then telepathy ensued twixt the two as I kept going up steps.

As the first MIW saw the 2nd guy, he looked a bit startled and confused.

The exact same clothes but one was not quite as tailored as the other – they are not clothes at all, but a mental projection they imprint on. Second dude musta got good at it.

The 2nd MIW coming down the stairs laughed at him and thought to him (as I looked at 2nd weirdo's face)
"You're out of your league" reluctantly adding "..we both are. Don't even think about it. He is beyond..." – that is when he referred to a meeting they were both at and I saw the telepathic mutuality share very clearly, though not the topic or whatever it was that gave them alarm.

https://photos.google.com/photo/AF1QipN7bchk68eB9UO1dnrP2lIut46tRk_lVgmOnQY

I was almost ego-fluffed at that cautioning about me, but turned to indignation when rounding flight turn and looking back at 1st creep with mouth hanging open arm outstretched in disbelief pointing at me, lent his head and looked at 2nd and telepathically exclaimed to his fellow

"Him!?!"
...as though, "not that pile of pathetic and miserable shambling garbage" - lol

Those scoundrels have killed humans before, even the noob-like one.

I probs shoulda gave ‘em “What for!”, but nah, felt like more might’ve turned up, best to keep it all a bit unsure.
Their soldiery have had strange casualties in Tasmania, so mighta been that.

I shall not say where that stage and meeting was located, other than wasn't in Australia, but it is in a place easily discernible for yourself.
Just zoom out a bit.
I was not surprised. :P

Oh, pic is not right, stage backdrop was sorta featureless, hat bands were meant to be white... also the dude in red has a ring on with massive jewel on it.
That was what made that scene stand out to me, the Reptilians wearing frigging bling!!
:D

I suppose it shouldn't be surprising MIW are not that talked of really, they seem like they get away with killing routinely, so probably very few witnesses as compared with MIB reports.

I should like to add, that with further awareness of these Reptilian type A jerks, you'll get past their pretty canny mind tricks on some things...

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I probs should elaborate on a coupla things.

MIW and MIB both have that pasty not-quite right look to their "skin", not sure if they can pull their necks down a bit but something is going on.
Seen 2 others in a car (a male and a female) that I got to drop their mental-implant human disguise in front of 4 other kids, their necks were crazy long in their human pretense which gave them away amongst other things, mighta been newly accustomed to roaming around as humans.
MIW all look regular proportioned.

The pic I made was not understood as a vision, it was a thought-form in their auric meeting I saw between them, I don't reckon they realised I saw it.

Most importantly, do not be worried about saying things on this forum, fearing that assassins might come. Unlikely as.

What I was bashing was accusations of evil and reveals of specific naughty buggers on world stage. Someone amongst those named perhaps got a bit miffed - :)

Dunno how the almost 90 MIW in that room all have assassin "jobs"?

Surely they must be used for mundane stuff too, like mowing lawns or cleaning gutters?
:P

AWAKE IN THE WAITING ROOM

During 1998/9.
I was abducted physically one night, the terror furtherly instilled by allowing moments of wakefulness as I was taken to ship in the air.

Long period of complete obliviousness.

I was looking at my body held in a weird dream state that suggested I was ok and that my higher self didn't need to stay, could go play as usual as the body slept... nah, I knew and waited for them to leave after standing me in the room.

About 130 people from Tasmania and Victoria were standing in a large dark high-ceilinged room, with two doors to my right as my eyes opened, leading to their "examination" rooms.

I watched them take a few, noted that amongst the crowds was a group of cool people I'd not noticed in the Burnie region before who I saw had interesting potentials in wakefulness.
So, I literally woke 'em up - lol

Just reached through the dampening field maintained by something in the ceiling, not a light, in company with the mind ensorcellments put upon them by individual Reptilians.
Allowed them to be in a bubble of sorts of those vibrations for a bit.
I made sure to include a sense of peace and mischievousness in the localised atmosphere, so they'd gravitate to being a bit quiet.

Explained where we were and what was going on, they remarkably kept cool even with the extra peaceful vibes.

As where we were felt alien, kinda like a slaughterhouse in a way, all the people around us just standing there hypnotised, they knowing they've been kidnapped by alien weirdos, the sense they all had in them of knowing this was a regular thing.

We talked very little, mostly me describing what was going on and of the aliens through the doors. What they’d do, that it’s ok, no need to panic as this happens regularly for many.
That we’ll make it through …but how about these naughty buggers, ehh? :P

Said that I'd arrange for us to bump into each other and we'd talk about all this stuff and what to do about it. That this experience of waking up inside a base “waiting room” would be theirs with no interference form the goobers nearby.

Then told 'em I could feel interest from some Reptilians (not been anducted by Reptilian type B, these were all Reptilian type A) turning to the room again, so they'd have to go back into the stupor.

The 4 young men and 1 young lady all went back into the zombified state quickly as it was a matter of me withdrawing my shielding for them and gently guiding them back into what was lifted off before.

The Reptilians came and got another couple of people, seemed to alternate as they would use one door then the other with different "Doctors" at work.

I considered for a moment how I could use this opportunity… wasn’t being that creative and just thought to get someone giving them some biffo/fisticuffs would be cool. I knew they’d only wrangle whoever, not liquidate some precious “cattle” they’d bothered to select for these procedures.

Would the later table inspections be worse? Nah, if anything that night that person woulda been mostly experiencing them looking for how that had manage to have happened and soothing out all the things he’d seen.

Looked around for anyone I thought could give these dudes a run for their money. So as to test the response and to see how they handled a wayward victim in that setting.

Noticed an impressively strong man in a far section of the people mass left of the left door, saw that he'd struggled with the alien presence in his life a few times, feeling terrible despair that it was never tangible enough for him to know it was 100% real, but could definitely feel them before he’d go through his particular sufferings.

Okie, so I removed the interferences from affecting him and he was awake.

As his eyes became focused he looked around at all the unmoving people, noticed the Reptilian moving around amongst some.
He freaked out and started shouting at the room in a way

"Who the f__ are you!?' "What is all this? What is f___g going on!??"

"What the hell?" as he started to really look at the only people moving amongst all these others, the Reptilians were all focusing on him and advancing carefully

"You’re not even humans!!”.

That bloke was very strong, he bashed the heads in of a few of them, they hit the ground almost as hard as the sound of his fists hitting them.
One was flying about on his right arm upper trying to get him down, on his left he took out out 2 more before they managed to make contact with the skin of their hands with his upper chest.

They have no comparable core strength, were getting thrown like dolls.
I saw one with some sort of administering metal syringe or something... fat metal thingy with no needle, dude had intention of poking him with it and the ruccus would be solved.
They didn’t need to use it as he succumb.

Only a few of them seemed nasty in the face during this commotion, all were advancing on him, but most were “huh? Ok, gotta go sorta this one out” in a simple job to job sense.
People waking up on the tables is part of their routine… they make it happen on purpose to hit home all sorts of things coupled with fear.
Frikken rotten eggs, that lot!

The burly bloke stood now like a zombie again, the Reptilians got their fallen and exited, as a few of them were looking at the other zombies trying to work out if it was something to look into, so I rapidly went stupid and numbed.

Got taken onto a table in the right room, subjected to mind fuckery and tortures so I’d be weakened generally, etc. Usual denuding stuff.

I woke up about 1.3 hours after they put me back at parent’s home.

Felt ..oh, not actually sure where I extracted it from, pulled a few out over those years. Mighta been inner right arm or lower right stomach.

Pulled out a smaller than a grain of rice, lil metal grey implant. Had a series of three raised ridges in one orientation, then another in a different, repeated pattern only on one side. Like thatching.
Put it on my study desk/table and looked at it a bit, trying to feel out how it works as other times. Not quite in right headspace to do it, so went and got some breakfast.
Thought it was looking a bit less defined, so looked at it with magnifying glass, noted the fine details seemed to indeed be melting or corroding.
Eventually it turned to a sludgy dusty crumbly clay-like residue. So I tissued it into a bin.

Was walking along the streets of Burnie doing my usual energy cleansings of vile sorcerous miasma wankered out by some local cult idiots all the time, when I saw that group of people I’d woken walking up the sidewalk.
Amongst themselves they were discussing whether it was me as they kept proceeding.
They became delighted when I acknowledged with a friendly smile and nod as we did the final steps to meet.
A few omgs, wtfs and some comments on “This is real!!” in a celebratory fashion to each other.

“So you all were able to remember and talk about it?” I asked.

“Yes, we all woke up at the same time and the first thing we did was start talking about being there!”

“Did you all find the implants they stuck in us?” I inquired generally.

They had, except the large guy amongst them, they couldn’t find anywhere the others had found them.
I started a basic scan whilst looking at his aura, felt something of when they did it and asked him to turn around and saw the thing under his skin and clothes.

“Under right shoulder blade” I supplied.

They lifted his shirt and the girl felt around as he was too, they found it.
I then asked “Did you put them in jars or pots? An air tight container?”

“Yes, put them in glass jars” the young lady replied.

I was pleased. “Oh good, cause mine deteriorated sitting out in the air on my table. Just dust now.”
“Dunno if anyone will be to analyse them, but having them there to look at will be good to disempower their bullshit.” I stated as a win.
Evidence they could look at to remind themselves.

‘Yes, we put all four of ours in the jar” she said. “So we’ll have a few samples”

“Ha ha ha!! Awesome!” I declared.

“We should wait to get yours out and put it in a jar too” she suggested to the friend who’d found his under his shoulder blade moments before.

I suggested they get it out and bin it, already got 4.
They held it in tissue for a moment, then one of the other dudes produced a drink bottle they put it in.

Asking how I worked out where the implant was in their friend and waking them up on the ship, I just told ‘em to look into developing their auric vision and where that leads, that I was on a very long mission to sort all this out.

“Why us among all those others standing there?”

“I just saw that you’d be able to spread awareness beyond their insisted realities they hide behind, just by being cool fun people and meeting others.”

We parted ways with my mention that I have to endure much still, best to see me from afar as someone doing the Great Work in his peculiar way than to frequent a friendship with me.

Of the man who might of killed a few of them, I saw him doing fine. I heard he was telling work mates about it and people were not disbelieving him due to his general demeanour… that was heartening, I was going to apologize & explain things but he owned the experience and was being proactive about alien abductions.
Good man!

bif of fiction indicating some big non-fiction

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A GARDEN CONVERSATION
a curiosity piqued & met with a slew of wherefores

(AA publication in Class C)

The Girl sat cross-legged in the garden, watching a dust mote perform a very complicated minuet in a stray beam of afternoon sun. Nearby, the Cat—a creature of decidedly strange origins—was tidying a paw with a look of immense, albeit sleepy, concentration.

"It’s quite like a balloon that’s forgotten it’s string, you know," the Girl said suddenly, her eyes following the mote as it drifted upward. "When the string finally snaps at the end, one doesn’t just fall down. One goes up."
She thought quietly, "That is to say, the soul of a human floats after the string snaps... doesn't it?"

The Cat paused his grooming, a wet pink tongue briefly visible before he fixed her with a gaze like a father.
"Up is a relative term, dear One. Quite as relative as 'left' or 'Thursday.' But yes, once the anchor is let go, there is a certain... unburdening and an upwards movement. A rush through the narrow, sighing places from the here to the elsewhere. A movement 'not one’s own'—though if you are clever, you shall realize in the Great Later that it was your own paws doing the walking all along."

"So, after a departed spirit—"

"—It is the soul from Sky that is the Adventurer," interjected the Cat, his voice dropping into a purr that sounded like distant thunder. "The spirit from the clay is drawn up by soul with Earth a-tryst; the Spirit is a reflection of the light from above, which returns to the mud after each dance. Most humans experience from spirit, seeing soul (who they are) as distant. Soul and spirit has distinction."

"Oh, yes, certainly... spirit and soul, I must bear that in mind." She leaned forward, her fingers brushing the grass. "When it goes high enough, what is the actual step from here to there? For the person no longer bound to mortality?"

"A simple movement in state and position," the Cat whispered. "A passing through a veil. Most, of course, allow it to become a blur—a smudge on the memory—once they begin entertaining the new illusion."

"Is there a secret to seeing it now?" she asked. "A password? Open Sesame?"

The Cat’s silver-light outlined body began swirling in the air as if doing a graceful, underwater turn.
"Passwords are for those who have forgotten how to listen," the shimmering outline breathed. "Look not with eyes blinkered by what you expect. To perceive is a twin-act: Choose and Allow."

The Girl took a breath and did exactly that.
She Chose to see, and she Allowed her awareness of the world to be more than what it had been presented to her as.
After a moment stirred by wit, her eyes widened.
The trees, the shrubs, the darting birds—they were glowing radiant Life suspended in or moving through a vast, shimmering sea of Light!

The cat seemed to know what she was experiencing before she did.
“Now consider the transition to become human that you have performed many times, childe. See that pearl-white veil... why, just over there?" The Cat motioned lazily with a paw to nowhere in particular, or perhaps to everywhere at once.

After a moment or two "I can see what seems to be a Veil, only as far away as I feel to it?" she whispered in awe.

"It is the Great Threshold," said the Cat as he vanished somehow to her auric vision, leaving only his smile of very un-cat-like, strange, triangular teeth – as if made of silver light.
"The gate through which we are poured into the vessel of bone, and the crack through which we leak back out again."

Upon looking up and down the length of the pearl-white membranous veil before her, she whispered to the Cat, "When a soul-spirit passes through, can it look back and see this world?"

The Cat’s whole head appeared as a silver silhouette, drifting through the air over the garden.
"The person, a soul fused with spirit in matter, still tethered by the fading scent of Earth, may view the passage of the life just lived from the far side. It is like a picture book left open on the grass," the Cat’s voice purred from the light.

“I have heard tell of a White Light tunnel people go through at passing?”

"That is a ride for those not yet gone, you see," the Cat’s voice drifted. "A ride back up the string you cast to anchor yourself. From inside your own streaming river of Life, unto which each of your cups pour. A passage ride that takes you past all the swirly, neon sights of your own archives to spill out your crown as with the confusing dust of Earth in eyes, back into the cloudy places for a moment.”

The Girl frowned slightly. "I seem to have become quite forgetful upon this return. I do hope they didn’t wipe my head? Like a chalkboard?"

"Certainly not," the Cat said, his form settling back into solid fur on the grass. "That would be a dreadfully untidy way to manage a theatrical production. You keep your wits and start sketching the blueprints for the next go-around on this stage. A series of cascading rehearsals precipitating down until they hit the ground as 'actuality.'"

The Girl leaned back. "But why can't we remember the blueprints once we're here?"

"Because as you climb back down the planes toward the membrane, the air grows thick with forgetting. It is to be understood that each soul enters this game with a most vigorous zeal, " the Cat explained, his whiskers twitching. "Though knowledge of such is akin to a dreaming state. You shed those 'high thoughts' and settle into the heavy, thrumming mindset of a soul crouching low with worn spirit, for to leap."

“That makes perfect sense. I scarcely recall my dreams moments after waking. Do some remember despite the heaviness?"

“Most assuredly. But as the babe dwells in the reality-folds of their kin, they are taught the art of being small. They migrate to those narrow spaces kept under the hats of their elders.”

She thought for a moment. “What if the baby is set apart from them?”

“Ah, a perilous detour! For there is a monitoring spectral goose—a matronly sort of phantom, some might call a hag—who ensures most are quelled, shrunk, and properly tidied so as not to be a bother. ’Tis a tragedy; some refuse the shrinking and cannot remain. They sadly... pass through again.”

“I will remember that," the Girl said fiercely. "I shall make sure my babies are not left so alone when sleeping… nor never so smothered as they grow that they forget themselves!”

The Cat smiled, a slow, knowing expression. “All mean well, and then the game takes its toll. The tale is often told differently than it was written.”

“Don’t we get to decide things and then live them?” she asked.

“Yes and no. There are Editors at work at the final draft of each life to be lived. Some call them the Watchers," the Cat said, his tail giving a sharp, annoyed flick against the ground.

"The Watchers must be understanding of the human condition, then, to be editing things." she remarked.

"They aren't," the Cat replied, his eyes rolling in a circle. "To doubt those stationed beings is the beginning of wisdom. Behold how they snigger! They narrow their eyes when they’ve concocted a particularly jagged destiny. They are the 'nobs' who change naturally fated points to suit the agenda of the An-Hungered Hidden Ones.”

The Girl bit her lip. "And if you don't play along with their ministrations?"

"If the play isn't proceeding to their questionable satisfaction, they shall leave their station, seat themselves in a peering-chair, and perform an active, real-time meddle.”

“Do we not get a say in our fates?” she asked.

“Jellybeans”, the Cat supplied rather curtly.

The Girl laughed at this comment, in the midst of such serious talk. “Is that what some might refer to as a deal sweetener?”

The Cat widened his mouth in a frightful smile, though the Girl was not bothered by knowing him quite well.
“During the usual edit they offer small capsules into your hand—three red, three blue—a last-minute token of choices. You pop them into the surface of the membrane like drops of dye into a tea cup. Will you lift or lower an effect being edited before you, for the about to be lived life?”

“Whoever gave them such means to harry us so?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I know it was not God, as you explained I will find out that God is everything and nothing, not a person on a sturdy chair making edicts and whatnot.”

“An invasion began before it was known, from 15 fallen galactic wheels nearby," the Cat explained. "A creature hidden from nearly all, even those who dwell on lofty thrones… twas borne in the great Void, as Life so strange was known where it was thought to have been left barren."

The Girl tilted her head, trying to imagine a void that wasn't empty.

"Things that hungrily lust after Light like living black holes," the Cat said darkly. "They devour what many wrongly presume is an immortal soul. They then take the divine spark into them to settle within the black walls of their interior.”

The girl sat back, her spine stiff with horror. “That is ever so dreadful a prospect! Why would you frighten me with such talk, my usually ever so thoughtful a friend?”

The Cat moved to her side, rubbing his warm flank against her knee. "Should I wrap your mind in velvet just to keep the moths from eating it? An adventurer who refuses to look at the perils of terrain usually ends up in some struggle. You asked of the waters; I simply showed you the sharks."

Breath catching, she let out a small, trembling sigh and placed her hands to rest in her lap. "And... what do these terrible creatures look like, when they aren't hiding in abstract nouns?"

“A crab dreaming it’s a spider,” he provided. “They flourish an appendage upon the forehead of carapace that is the torso-up of their prey species. This is what is interacted with as souls seek audience with ‘gods’ trying to find egress from this star system. Those terrible maws expected to be met by many at the intended Harvest.”

The girl sat still, imagining a giant spider wearing a human mask. “So, it’s ultimately a trap," she murmured. "A very crowded, hungry trap leading to a dinner of sorts.”

"The Chaos Lords," the Cat purred, his voice dropping into a dry, paper-dry rustle. "Those ravenous Space-Nits. Once upon a time, they were just disorderly hidden predators drifting through the dark between the stars like choking smoke. Now they have set up housekeeping in your cellar …some scholars call the mess they’ve made 'Order out of Chaos." he supplied with a mischievous glance.

She looked nervously around the bright, innocent garden, as if the rosebushes might suddenly part. "Where are those dreadful things?”

“The biggest here are not so large to some but boggling to many. They wear forms grown over time as personality projections, still with home in their shells. Three such leviathans currently anchor their claws.”

He went on “There is one nestled in your Sun, a monstrous lizard of olde who is now be-winged at whim, a most curious feat of which I should not say…” the Cat inspected a cuff he did not have during his pause.

The girl raised an expectant eyebrow, by which the cat continued.
“Those glorious wings bestowed bear an unparalleled glamour, so they appear as if bat - to keep his minions from mockery and becoming an underfoot stain. A magickal boon by a milk-toothed boy with eyes of liquid starlight—a gift of wings with sweet powers as yet understood, bending the monster’s scaly malice toward the shape of a true, goodly dragon! … drawn straight from Saturday morning cartoons. That last, the most frightening of facts.”

“Oh wow, that sounds incredible! I can’t wait to see a terrible dragon turned nice!” she burbled out, oddly not at all surprised by mention of the boy doing such things.

A bell tower rang twice in the village not too far over.

The cat waited a moment before resuming “And yonder, at the frost-bitten knees of Saturn’s dancing satellites, a female of the brood skulks, who has been secretly in the pantry before dinner was ready, gobbling souls without her patient fellow’s consent.”

“Of the last, a male inside Earth’s fake Moon... by this account you may fathom how large these newly ranked ones are. Two more his size and there would be no room in the Moon. It is a hollow space station... it opens like an egg, you know.”

“What, the moon?” She looked up, squinting as if searching for the seams in the sky.

“Oh yes, entirely artificial. Full of lizard-people doing the bidding of their rulers.”

“Are those lizards the sort one would find amenable to living free of all this?” she asked with doubt.

“I’ve never seen them more delighted with their fetters," the Cat purred.

“Do they look like lizards on Earth?”

“The scaly workers do quite a lot. Some few not of this world chance to walk your streets appearing as humans. Moreso their smooth skinned, long-necked lizard colleagues.”

“A lizard upon the high street?” she whispered, glancing back toward the village lane.

"They hide within a simple technological shroud" the Cat replied. "A mental implant allows them to project a mask, a mosaic of geometric light surrounds them that looks like anyone at all. They can vanish from sight if caught on foot, with exude of a shadow-mist of obscurement, a fog of questionable darkness. Or simply project their thoughts unto the enfeebled to give them something else to ponder."

"They sound like a very organized group of sneaky bullies," the Girl remarked.

"The peons are as an army and do their part, but the Space-Nits although in alliances are worse to each other," the Cat added, his whiskers twitching. "They cooperate across these 'Starter Farms' by more efficient reach to treasure they would not otherwise have. Treachery and skullduggery amongst them is applauded. They cannibalize any of their fellows who is not as big as they, like tadpoles might in a shrinking pond - when opportunity presents."

The Girl shook her head. "It all sounds so chaotic for something called 'Order.'"

"The business of reincarnation is organic, truly," the Cat continued. "It is simply that most of the Milky Way has been seemingly subsumed and now crowded with hidden fiends that once roamed thick as maddened fleas now to have settled and farm Souls. Most of existence is quite normal, my dear... but some of the actors on this stage? They are not normal at all."

He stood up, stretching his back into a high arch as a butterfly with shimmering wings landed on his tail, by his leave.

The Girl noticed the butterfly’s beautiful wings then looked back at the dust mote, still dancing in its beam. "I wonder if someone shall do something about them, other than just make one grow wings. They sound rather unpleasant to be left to their own devices."

The mysterious Cat simply yawned, a wide display of his peculiar teeth. "Indeed. Someone is always doing something. Usually, their actions are simply waiting for you to notice them."

-

The Master Therion

REPTILIANS IN A CAR

My two closest in age brothers, plus two neighbour kids and I were all hanging about at the bottom of the large tarmac covered road's middle big dip, near our bus shelter (I was 12 years old, 1983).

All riding our bikes around. It was summer.
Suddenly a coldness felt impending, and I looked up the hill to the spot before the car appeared, coming from east. It was a small Baltic/Russian square looking white car, with two "people" in it.
As they drew closer, I just had to make utter to the others
"They feel like aliens! Wouldn't that be cool if aliens were driving about!? Ha ha ha!" (bloody twit - lol)

A kid from a mostly psychic family nonchalantly said "I think they are..."
They got to us, turning into the turn off that lead to many comely homes, and on the approach, I was amazed, as they had long necks that seemed far beyond any other reasonable human neck, with overall pale & pasty skin.

They stopped, with stilted and machine-like tones asked for directions to some fabricated family's house.
By their looks I thought they must mean the Scandinavian-Hellenics at the end of the lane, so told them so.
It felt weird talking to them, and their words were not aligned with their thoughts (as if they had a couple of minds).

They drove off, entire time whilst in sight was just weird vibe city (this was another time lapsing into the Forgetting, I know that vibe as certain alien parasites, but I was "simple" then for these moments, as per mask requirements).
We threw amongst ourselves that those two were actually aliens pretending to be humans.

I resolved "Right!! If they stop again, I'm going to expose them!!" Ha ha ha, brazen little fool!

They appeared on road in distance, I thought aloud "That was a bit quick. I bet they didn't even talk to the _____'!" at my strong thought, a self-awareness off car confirmed they didn't go all the way to end of lane at all.

The other kids lingered near bus shed, whilst I road to intersection spot on my BMX bike where they'd stop before turning.
They pulled up next to me, the male and female having swapped seats (driving wheel was Aus standard on right side), though now the woman was driving.
The man said "The friends we were looking for live somewhere around here!?"

"What was their names again?" I asked.

He began saying but started lowering his head and quieting his voice so I had to step nearer trying to hear the creep.

Cluey kid called out "____!! They're trying to draw you in!!" I stepped back, a little dismayed that I'd been so easily suckered.

I went back to the possible normal conversation – lol
I asked where they were from, as their accents were unusual.
He started saying something about some country, then started lowering his head, whilst maintaining eye contact and softening his voice again.

This time I took 2 steps, and in trying to hear him I felt my thoughts getting heavy and confused.

Boy snapped me out of it again! I looked back at the fake buggers, this time with a solid unwavering will.
" ...say, where do you live?" the male in the car inquired.

The cluey boy called out again "Don't tell them ____!!"

I looked over at the giraffe-like ‘man’ then said
"Third house on the left." No cares given....oops - lol

The man looked at female with a knowing satisfaction ...the air of intent stank with clandestine shady bullshit, and I'd just told them where I live (we’d moved a year before)!!!!

So I declared "Stop pretending, we know you're aliens!"
That threw them both, I pursued, not giving them time to recompose themselves.

"You're aliens!! It is obvious, you make terrible people!" I laughed cruelly in their faces "ALIENS!!" "You're ALIENS!!!" Pointing rudely like a little shit. "You are both aliens, you are not human, so just drop the disguise ...NOW!!"
"Drop it! Both of you, you're not humans. Drop the masks and show your true faces!!!" During this I was leaning my head this way and that, including my posture to emphasise my words.

The wicked fiends complied.
I could feel them unused to childish pecking, so went full steam and turned most loathesome and awful during that horribly rude & ugly tirade ...felt like that was going to work.
Perhaps ordering them like a soldier, that did cross my mind, but I was unfamiliar with the terms to slap them with.

The Shape projection field was weird as feck, but in viewing it, made sense how it worked.

The human faces just started to lose cohesion, comprised of a few hundred Tetris-like 3D blocks, giving flesh, eyes, nose, etc.
Each differently shaped block was roughly half inch big. As more and more blocks started disappearing (seems like disguises are "built", but not using same tech when they are disguised as angels), I saw the Reptilians inside the human disguises to my unsurprised satisfaction.
Head and neck thinner and fitted perfectly inside them.
I pointed and shouted "There, see, you fucking aliens!!" I heard some of the kids behind me gasp and make a few exclaims, but I was too focused on the creepy shape-wearers.
Both of them were evil Reptilian bastards, exposed! Then, I got the impression their guising was digital somehow (that was my lower mind catching up... some on the ground realizations need to happen for the mask navigations).

I shut and took a step back in both awe and disgust.

The male's reptilian face displayed anger then at having been exposed by a young lad.
I didn't give the villains a chance and jumped on their case again
"Now piss off! Get the fuck out of here!! You alien scum!!" I demanded and motioned for them to go.
I was only so vile towards the creeps who're part of running these Soul-Farms, most alien beings are just like us in ways, lovely.

They resumed themselves as human, literally pulling themselves together in composure which reinforced the blocks again, making them look human.

They drove off looking a bit dismayed, but when they were at a hundred metres, I turned to the other kids and said

"What are we doing letting them get away!?"
Jumped on bike and rode after them like crazy, their car was slow and seemed as rattled as them.

I got close enough, about 60 metres, threw bike down, took several "charging" steps and __________ into male's head inside the car.
He went "Aaarghh!" and she stopped car. He turned to her and they discussed something regarding laws or martial directives and they'd do the necessary "paperwork" or whatever was required to smooth over my death.
I was a bit unsure at sensing that sort of conversation, and was regrettting I hadn't used something stronger to smite him instantly.

They made a decision, he opened the glove box and retrieved something, lent out window and presented a gun of sorts.
Though this was all silver and alive like their ships and the silver wands/batons.

He fiddled with settings by touching facets of 2 coloured jewels (felt like were 4 or 5 on back of fat bit), and then raised it and aimed at me.

"Holy shit!! Oh no!" hadn't even entertained that they'd retaliate.

I dove into ditch on side if road, as a heat wave made a thunderous sound in the air above me.

I lay there for what I thought was just 1 second, but they must've pushed me into befuddlement as suddenly car was there, and he was pointing the gun at me from out of his window.

Somehow in one fluid movement, I pulled bike up, threw it sort of behind their car and jumped onto it midair whilst time seemed to slow for a bit.
Rode like a maniac, heard kids calling "He has you in his sights!!!" at same moment I felt vulnerable.

I rode at edge of road and pushed bike out from under me, landing perfectly in a slide if my whole body along ground in grass.

Another loud heat wave/ray where I just had been.

I jumped up as soon as it stopped, remounted and pedalled like crazy to others.

Threw bike again and still with momentum ran inside of bus shelter.

"What are you doing bringing them back to us you idiot!" same boy scolded.

Now a direct heat wave struck the corrugated iron bus shelter us 5 kids were in. I freaked out and saw only way to salvage situation whilst so pathetic.
So I spiralled down into a crouch folding myself in on myself, and cryingly pleaded that they could take me, but leave everyone else alone!
The grass and air outside was aflame to about 1 and a half metres. I suddenly blacked out.
They took us all.

We returned to consciousness where we'd been, a new small grass fire was making a bit of smoke, so coughingly we all exited, confused, memories wiped.
"Who lit this? Good one dickhead" was said by someone with sarcasm.
We all went to our homes oblivious.
Next day or two going to get bus we didn't know why grass was burnt, but strangely had a ready supply of all sorts of reasonable maybes.

SATURNIAN WITCH CULT

Witch is a broad sweeping term, nowadays due to the popularization of Wicca and Witchcraft you get all sorts of good people pursuing it.
Which is cool.
It is fine to engage in such practices, except for the false “gods” bit …oh, and jeepers, some of those techniques/approaches which are really rather bad! lol

A lot of batty bints/superstitious ning nongs tend to carry on gesticulating in the air, "snatching at fairies", don't need books to lead someone down the wrong path and into dark Witchery.

To those who cast seemingly innocuous curses – c'mon, ffs please desist and do what you can to reform your world, a reckoning is nigh and your actual goodness may be overlooked as the multi-planular interstellar war for Liberty of Humanity begins.

Very doubtful there will be time for case by case, you silly buggers playing at that sort of thing are marked and might wanna start fixing your errs now.

There are plenty of goblin souled Witch polluters, and the clowns that fawn on them, around wherever there are enough humans for them to go unnoticed.

All sorts of darksome human creeps can be found where most would not suspect:

Judges, doctors, police, lawyers, army, firefighters, etc gather for an evening as normal …invitations given to promising people who could be swayed at gatherings. If accepted, they incrementally sink into the filth, depravity, influences beyond human boundaries and become corrupted.

The seduction and perversions into darkness are rife amongst our societies on all levels.

For a long time I sought the company of those who were into the same push to evolve, western hermetics (was another role) ...ended up amongst naughty magicians and psychic suckers it turned out time and again. A futile and pointless yearn but by golly I have seen the overwhelm of opportunity in such people let them fall so often - sure, they get some knick-knacks, but they lose integrity of soul.

Many of the actual cultists (not the scores of people just having fun and being pleasant or larping) keep their darkness shelved quite effectively, only bringing it out in private or when in pack with other smelly bums.

In 1993, it was about 10:30pm I was a bit drunk and walking along shopfronts in Burnie, Tasmania, on our way to a different bar but spread out & trailing after two mates.

Feeling a group of possible practitioners ahead doing some sort of amorphous actions. I kept my head down and only displayed surface glib interests in mystical stuff hoping to bump into whoever it might be.

Other higher perspicacity was likewise put through “muffler” earlier in the day, so... “Let’s go this way fellas”.

The other two were ahead a bit, as I passed by a shop and my attention was drawn to what was being generated energetically inside there, but also the bawdiness of the scene through the glass of shop door.

There inside the front area of the store, partially on a ramp, was 30 or so people naked and writhing in an orgy on the floor, an older man seated (lol, only just realized on review he was sitting on some of them) with a white short neatly cropped hair and beard holding a large ornate book with metal and leather binding, reciting some fiendish nonsense from it!

Words given power by presence of the evocated daughters of darkness and then their Queen at some point during the proceedings.

Yet I kept walking whilst facing this weird spectacle, so that what I saw got out of view.

Uttered “What the fuck!?!?!” and stepped backwards three steps to look back in through the glass at what I just saw.

They were not visible, could see details on the street light illuminated carpet as I peered in, Mr Drunky lower mind was confused for half a second but could feel them all still there.

I called out “Oi!” and could feel a few of them startled, but the main conductor of their creepy ceremony settled them.

They were all now motionless despite mid coitus or other sexual activity, apparently used to this part of their game.

I was looking at each of them (none of them could feel I saw them), got a good look at faces of who was in there (seems actual evil covens swap, I’d done scans in the area for practitioners 1 year before and had seen 3 of the women in a different one).

I got annoyed at them hiding like that. Said a few drunk things to try and make them lose their cool and be more apparent.

Started loudly tapping on the windowed door, amazed at the gall of the pricks....thanks to being somewhat in the Forgetting, I thought of them as fellow magick practitioners who might be like me …kept making that mistake far too many times for poor clueless me (part of a role that served).

Keen to get their attention, I said to them my name and a mate “Nemorensis” (not his name on driver's licence), recommended that they seek us out as we were also into Magick and are looking for a group, then trundled off – what a retarded thing to do, was looking for peers n pals I spose, but still - lol.

Those bumheads were conducting a form of infusing their repugnant fake “goddess” into various shop fronts as per perverse custom of antiquity.

Travelling on the lower astral to visible appearance, so most people could see them during their precipitation down almost onto the physical plane without truesight. They were visible with my truesight blinkered drastically.

The elementrys they make during these offensive rites stick to the area and can seep into people’s auric field if vulnerable.

Other things (all sorts of astral constructs) garlanded about for effects also. Got only the tiniest glimpse of a store owner in the folds of their sorcery, makes sense they would link it like that with location.
They were projecting from a townhouse on the sloped valley about a km away.

Clutches of dastardly villains like those idiots do this outrageous bullshit in every "western"/European population centre and surrounds (not really looked past these groups into other countries0 …very easy to notice their “footprints” in rural areas. Spreading the corruption and influence of their false "goddess" wherever humans meet/”pass through commonly” in society.

Rape, torture, murder and cannibalism is not as common in the lower rungs, yet almost all of them had that telltale murderer vibe from participating in some larger ritual with “bigger toads”.

Not bothered to look more into what they're about, as I've been rather busy for some time.

I used to go around cleaning Burnie, some people agreed that I was odd doing pathing that included all blocks.
I was doing it in part due to those drongos and their chums.

A month later during a stage of sleep, I was drawn by a salacious summons to one of these orgies (had been astrally enticed to 2, but was wrecked by 'em, don't recall much). I felt some of what they were up to and was intrigued, so I flew to a house wherefrom the “ribbon” came, where they were conducting another one of their foul rites.

Once there, I was tricked by masque wearer scumbags high on drugs and high on the presence of their Dark Queen of Night “a goddess” of monstrous beguiling slatterns and vampires.

The ratbags then proceeded to use me as a battery, became appeasingly dulcified and inebriated with some sort of intoxifying effect.

The leader dude was there again, reciting his chanting dribble, which brought more of their vile fake “goddess” to presence - the invocations & ensorcelments weren’t necessary, plenty of the daughters of perversity nearby those twits.
Useful fools/tools for baddies.

A couple of months later, Nemorensis said he was invited to meet a coven and asked if I wanted to come, as one of the females asked for me specifically to come with him.

There was the white haired dude in a the loungeroom of a house in Ridgley (rural area south of Burnie) with 8 females and a few blokes drinking wine in a hallway, turns out he was working for the main regional newspaper "The Advocate", as were some of the women.

The room in which we sat, having some joints and a few drinks, was full of young sexy vivacious looking women (but befoulled by concourse with demonic forces, I could sense each had been possessed by the Queen of Night, a remnant miasma which gave them all a disgusting taint).

I was motioned to sit down along the wall with others, my mate to sit in middle facing the nonce conducting that god awful show of presumptuous imbeciles gleefully working for The Enemy.

An interview of sorts was conducted, with most of them focused on Nemorensis. The leader guy and him had a philosophical discourse, with various of the tarts interjecting, totally ignoring me - lol, good.

I leant over and supplied simple elucidations to their back and forth testing of knowledge to a woman sitting near me (she was the woman who Russel later whispered in nethers that she received and used as spell), she raised eyebrows after 4th comment and said to leader ponce that I reckoned he should be talking to me. Erm, no ...wait! lol

He turned around trying to overpower me with his presence and did a pretty lame scan of me, but since I was in the Forgetting, he dismissed me as beneath him with a contemptuous sneer - ha ha ha, what a noob!!
All of those people held respectable jobs and were involved a little in community activities, at casual appraise they don't appear like they're rotten eggs.

We left, Nemorensis as usual didn't say diddly about it or them to me, went on to mingle with 'em a bunch ...bruh, seriously? lol

A number of so-called "friends" used to try and persistently through the years every time we met and hung out, to cast their paltry visualizations and incantations on me. I only let on a few times to them so maybe they should reconsider that sort of stuff, next time I would see ‘em they'd be back to old tricks – was exhausting trying to stay friendly with piggies, but that too has served.

Anyways,

a few more months later, I felt another summons during sleep with a sexy alluring female practitioner beckoning me. I arrived on the lower astral to a house behind the Beach hotel in Burnie, which hadn't been built yet (later knocked down to be the cinema), but was foreseen and used to house the filthy debauched orgy.

This time three girls ensorcelled me as I entered, then withdrew into the writhing mass when I became intoxicated and dropped to the floor, as a man with a piece of paper who had been calling my name underneath the female beckoning me with summons, rose up from behind a prone female form where head been doing something to her vagina with his face and calling my name into it.

He appeared a little bit troubled, and looked me in the eye, as I fought the further diminishment of my senses while leader prick was reading from book again up on a stool which helped to make the Dark Bitch near Saturn more present. The man was prompted to homosexual snogging of me, which is when I felt a bit too disgusted and passed out.

In 1997 I met Russel, the low key dandy in person (he looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't recognise him) in a house with another fella in late 90s, where a partially awake Islander dude said that he was a bit magickal "for real" and was amazed by him.

I asked stuff, he knew nothing apparently about spiritual mechanics, said he just kept ending up in strange places where other people would be doing stuff and they would thank him for turning up then provide him with all sorts of gifts (money, places to stay, booze and drugs, clothes).

He was a pisshead and hung about drug users, but always wore a suit and looked well groomed but had the look of a gambler.

Conversation got a bit uncomfortable when he was asking about me like he knew me, so I left looking for party of people that were supposed to be in that house.

Around 2013, I was kinda working as a night manager in a backpackers, when Russel came and rented a room. We got to talking, as I was very friendly with almost all guests, I had said I was from Burnie area, he said he was too, leaned back and looked at me in a strange way.

Another day we got to talking and he prefaced it with talking about paranormal stuff, eventually describing to me intensely how he was invited to go to an orgy (which he often went to, twice a month on average the group ones he said) by a sexy woman he used to bed who'd take him to these gatherings (he'd been handed around amongst them).

They gave him drugs and a masque, then a piece of paper with my name on it - and was directed to start reciting it over and over when prompted during what turned into a freaky ritual, with a guy reading weird incantations out of a big fancy book which made the drugs kick in a lot more and he got a lot more high.

He said he was surprised as I appeared as a ghost through the wall, then became sort of solid as I stood before them, and a woman whispered in his ear to get it on with me (gross), which he found a bit confronting, and looked me in the eyes.

He said he remembered my eyes distinctly (perhaps when I was present in the moment and looked at him due to that hesitation drop).

My "everyday caught in the illusion" self blew out as that was a helluva confirmation of what I already knew to have been real.

A very different feel to the several levels of dreaming and astral journeying, to have someone talk about it that was there.

I saw a man in early 20s who looked very dodgy and part of that Cult (as well as OTO, ffs) meet him, he didn't come back for his things, then I had a vision of that youngster cutting his head off (usually that means entirely removing someone's "where's yer head at", but this felt like punishment as well) for breaking some oath or something agreed to.

I was summoned to a bunch of different orgies by different people, was funny seeing friends IRL there and then looking them in the eye next time I saw them – lol!

Most likely due to me wearing a silver pentagram necklace I had made and doing the rounds of the city a fair bit.
I wasn't included physically in these activities due to my holding firm to the flag of Liberty ...been called a Christian by "psychic" peeps a few times due to holding Light, wtf!? lol

At the family home of some psychic folk, one of their sons used to often be trying open tricks on me, was pretty dum. One day I heard the shitter actually tell a girl who was trying to bring Light to that family to go out and get my attention, that “You can trip off him!!”. Unfortunately she did and got a little bit of the torrent I was generating through eyes back then …tsk tsk, fail, don't passively vamp on purpose.

Brunhilde (not her real name, a good egg) told me one day how she and her sugar-daddy boyfriend, psychically jiggy, were on a small trip down to Bruny island (south Tasmania), parked their car down a remote road near the water edge and lit a fire as the sun was descending.

Not long after, a car of oddbodd people turned up and invited them to a party, supplying them with directions.

She said she’d rather just have a nice couple time at the water, but he eventually talked her around.

They drove there, where about a hundred plus people were gathering outside and inside a large farmhouse, sharing out all sorts of drugs, getting ready by donning masks and capes.

They offered a plate of all sorts of drugs on it to them, but Brunhilde declined. They were playing eerie ambient music that had disruptive and jarring bits to it that helped make the atmosphere. Don't recall the lighting she described, can imagine what it woulda been like.

I think she said a horn was blown (dayum, coupla details elude me atm, ah well), music stopped, then they all went outside to a bonfire where music of drums and flute were played, the mask wearing creeps dancing around it.

Wasn't long before a disrobing and more dancing, then a big orgy around the fire as some man was chanting a littany of strange ghoulish words.

Brunhilde said to Spongebob (lol) that she had enough and was leaving, he tried to make her join in, but she outright refused and said that he could stay if he wanted to, but this wasn’t her cup of tea (huzzah, luv ya mate).

She said could feel the drawing in of the evil Dark Bitch presence and told him she was gonna run for it if he didn't drive her out of there. He relented and they went back to their camp spot.

She was troubled by the whole thing, and I think parted ways with him not long after.

The cultists bathe in the invoked presence of the Saturnian evil "queen of night hags" (bah, cross with her - lol), when invoked some of what is going on ground level can be known directly.
This gives them a boosted psychic sense …that masks what is actually happening, as they are withered of their essence during those gatherings and eventually look haggard and grotesque (foul of soul – it seeps into the physical to eventually distort one's countenance).

Well, dance with devils, whaddya expect!? lol

CLOOTIES AND TREES

One day, mid 90's, I walked around the back of a shed and beheld a 7ft tall apple tree growing in a pile of rubble. It had done a great job of growing in poor conditions, no other plants except for a couple bits of grass here and there.

Noticing several small scraggly apples, I picked one, which made the female spirit of the tree to take a squiz with aloof interest. Spirit of tree mostly was in topmost part branches and foliage, facing the sun at 11am position in basking glory, so only afforded me a turn of eye briefly.

I had to smash the picked apple with a rock to get inside, was almost wood. Barely a smell, tiny bit of perhaps edible near core, but would taste bad.

Walked off a bit and considered this hardy tree, she was stunted, should have been much larger, but was still fruiting.

I thought it might be fun to do something, as a bit of a treat to confirm to kin about potentials.

Went back, my aura brightened a little. Re-entered her field, and got her attention by projecting indirectly, very clear imagery of my verbalisations.

During a small monologue, whilst holding the apple for inspection, I communicated of how they were no good to eat.

Tree spirit was looking right at me, dispassionately though.

I turned gently but directly, to look into the eyes of the spirit in the upper section of tree.

Offered to "vault" her, vaguely visualising a tasty apple, so that she could make better fruit, which might spread her seed more readily. Over the next few days, I'd return with loaded water and would lightfully "fluff up her sheets, and make her bed".

She was keen now – lol

I recalled we had some good juice in the fridge, so informed her I'd be right back.

Asked family about why tree wasn't looked after, they just saw it as a fluke and left it to its own devices, as was never going to produce in that rubble. I suggested cryptically that maybe they'd change their mind soon.

BOING - off I sprang.

Got a bottle of mostly filled water, with half a cup of really delicious 100% apple juice. Which I sip and swish tasted, to get my "instrument" in tune.

Went outside, did some chi-kung to start off and increased vivacity of my light, held bottle before me and loaded it with vitalised energy, a hint of enhanced apple essence.

Then held it to the sun, imbuing it with Light of Life, condensing life energy from air and ground.

On way to tree, scanned her over shed, she'd gone back to solar bathing. She could feel my auric touch, but stayed still.

I stepped up to her and we communed, then lifted her energies whilst simultaneously pouring libations here and there at near edge of roots, sprinkled some on leaves & bark. All with an overall "delicious apple" vibe, which she understood.

Stayed with her for about 4 mins, stimulating, combing, clarifying from root to tip.

I stepped back, and asked what she thought, and was it a go?

She was delighted, and confirmed.

I told others, the struggling tree producing the hard woody apple, next year might surprise them. Described what I was doing. They were a bit skeptical, but knew a little of my Wyrdness, so were noncommittal.

Next day I walked towards shed, she was waiting and eager, she reached out over top of shed as nymph and excitedly cheered. She looked definitely more robust. (:

I repeated the "vaulting".

Third day as I approached shed, she almost lept on me with giggles, she was that enthused – lol

Visiting a year later, I walked up and saw her much larger apples, increased in number. The foliage looking vibrant, though little overall growth.

I greeted her, she smiled, a hint of hope that she'd done ok yet behind that was confidence.

I picked an apple (all of them looked very appealing), it smelt great.

Took a bite and was flabbergasted!

It was exquisite,

better than the tastes I conveyed to her!

The dramatic difference, from previous season, actually spun me out.

I just found myself munching like a ravenous man, 'til was only half ...oops, a bit of pulp will help, so I tossed it as far as I could.

Smiling, I congratulated her and emphasized just what an awesome job she'd done. "Look, here, I can't stop myself", laughed as I picked another, took a few bites and piffed it (to land naturally).

She was thrilled, lifted her head and made a sound I could barely hear (was preoccupied chomping - lol), some sort of singing to the landscape.

I kept munching a last bite, and gathered 10 more, said I was off to bury 8 of these. She shimmered with cheer.

Took 2 to kin and they were astonished.

Heard that cool tree kept it up over the years.

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If of a wit to actively infuse & increase Light of a plant, do make sure to "turn your lights off when you go out", to let go after current engage.

Not helpful to be leaky bucket.

When looking at the aura of a plant, notice that there are little "packets" or chunks of rainbow that get absorbed from Earth and pass up each root and into the main body & earthen auric levels of the plant, being expressed/metabolised throughout its total energy field.

Humans do something similar with their connections to Earth beneath them.

Grounding is a wonderful practice!

…it is an echo of the action of Love that the Soul has in tryst with this planet.

A good practice throughout your day is to take a moment to breathe at peace, centre ourselves and feel the connection with the Earth beneath us.

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As a person sloughs off bits of the illusion, the greater panorama of Life becomes more apparent to their senses.

It is increasingly generally understood that flora have emotional states, but they also have spirits & personalities as inferred.

Some not only have a quip, but have lore to share.

I was 6 years old (1977), in the garden during a pleasant day, admiring the energy of flowering bushes.

Upon inspiration arrived at during dreamscape deliberations, I was of a mind to have a telepathic chat (spirit-mind speak) ...but the flowering bush I tried, she was too busy lightly interacting with bees, that busyness looked beautiful. She (a feminine spirit form that was inside and about the bush) did give me a quick smile from my brightened "touch" and enjoyment of the spectacle.

One bush further along with no flowers, briefly talked, but reminded me how I'd thwacked his branch tips with malice, heaps once (I was playing a baddy, oops)... awfully ashamed, I apologized.

He liked that, but I moved off anyway, feeling a bit guilty.

Gathered myself anew, reaffirmed to be looking for a higher tone of conversation. I lifted "search parameters" a bit to include higher plant intelligences that might be up for some dialogue, noticed a few large tree consciousnesses quite near.

Walked across the gravel turning circle to a line of tall pines, that were planted along a fence line parallel to the road.

Tree auras are large, I entered his field in respect, my head down, and felt an indifferent glance as my bright self approached.

I sat between some large roots at the trunk, and snuggled in.

As I lay against it could feel his life force inside, roots to leaf tips – wanted to approach from the physical first.

Found where his thinking was localised (shifts), under some larger limbs, up over halfway. Rather than talking with a "tree's knees", I sought his "face". Wasn't defined, he lay deep throughout the wood, living and core.

I sent a hello, but was not heard. I attuned more and felt his mind's workings ...durp, I'd forgotten how methodically slow conversing with them can be - not so with projected fae/dryad aspect though.
Was nice to obtain ‘The Lord of the Rings’ some years later and read the bit about Ents.

So, I slowed my hello a fair bit …still not slow enough.

Remaining in tune with him, this time my patient telepathic "Hello" took 8 seconds.

This he heard, which surprised him as it was on their level, but was not interested in a human that was so different in thinking.

Whooa!

Jaded, I would find out (something about previous farm owner). Most trees quite like humans, lots even love us.

I spoke three sentences reflecting my love for life, my love for the plant kingdom, and a tiny bit of my intent in being here.

He gradually turned attention during these declarations. Then asked in the same long drawn out manner, but with a large "voice", why do I make the effort to engage him?

I stipulated that I would be arranging greater relationships, between nature spirits and humans who’ve lost the connection & knowledge of the green heart (most are too busy doing their thing to care, I was fortunate he had rankled at something).

This "raised an eyebrow". He was quite interested now.

Older, and if having observed and liked humans, personalities are affected.

This tree had a predisposition, I inquired but slipped frequency for a little while. Got distracted by looking at the situation third person for a couple of minutes, upon my alarmed retuning, he was still telling the story, so I hadn't missed much - phew.

Important to maintain cordiality. I didn't really hear what the previous farm owner had done. So moved on.

Showed him a series of visions (astral animations I constructed), describing a potential, mentioned earlier... of the soon to come strange times. Where some lovely trees get to do something cool.

He was pleased.

Then after a while considering, asked if I would bear witness to something precious to trees.

I was very honoured, didn’t expect this!

He sang me two relatively short songs (took forever in the telling, I slipped out of focus a few more times, had to relax and let him do his thing), one shared amongst trees, the other a partial composition of his own.

A lot of imagery concerning their lives, easily relatable to humans (growth, community & self, big "small-talk" about the weather - lol), with emotional cadence conveying depth of the concepts.

Mention of a local hero, a far traversing "gnome" magician in 1st song pricked my ears.

Just one verse on how it had valiantly leaped through the branches, coming to the rescue, with a won wand-flute used to dispel dark leech things of corruption - very easy to recall imagery, as was exciting.

Asked my opinion of his singing and work (2nd song), I complimented him, tried to be a good critique, but apparently I didn't get the conclusion of the theme, fumbled a bit as a kid - lol

We were philosophising further, discussing human and tree interaction

...when a 100 foot high angelic looking Nature spirit glided from the east to settle above him & the avenue of trees, 60ft in the air.

As he hovered, he changed the colour of some of his beams and articulated his posture of Light as a connect with the trees.

The tree I was talking with, abruptly disengaged to change his mind set and lift his energies up to praise/connect with the large air elemental. At the same time as the rest of the trees nearby.

Huh? Kinda rude to break off mid-sentence, I thought - lol.

I picked myself up, and walked off, turned around to examine big Nature spirit.

Interesting being, I scanned him to see more of his purpose (in a slightly miffed manner).

The bright face whipped around to stare at me with reproach and puzzlement - oops, yikes!

Lol, I turned, powered down and walked to the house.

*nonchalant whistling & scuffing kicks*

:P

Shared a "high five", a few times with tree's spirit, when us kids went playing, and were walking past.
(:

HOW TO RECLAIM YOUR AURIC VISION

(oops...EDIT ...come back in a sec, may as well leave this here until piece properly written)