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12th September 2015 13:41
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Questions?????????
Yesterday was 9/11/2015. Has anyone here done anything such as remote view or astral travel, back to see what happened to the buildings? The reason why? Not to put anyone on the spot like Jake or Bill, but I would like to hear your spiritual assessment and so I pass the Talking Stick to you guys.
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13th September 2015 13:21
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A birthday i'll never forget
50 years have passed now. Things were way different back in the day. It was 1965. JFK's assassination was still on everybody's mind. The Vietnam War was gong into full swing. People all seemed to have a job. The Beetles were doing well. Black and white TV was the bomb. At least in our house.
I was really to young to know anything of the World. In a way you could say I was sheltered from it considering we lived in the sticks. Our small black and white TV was the only window to the World I had access too. No remote control back then. You had to get up and turn a dial to change to a different channel. I think we had like 6 channels to choose from and that included UHF. What's UHF? Don't worry about it!
There wasn't much else to do either as far as doing anything. Everything was far away. You had to travel far to even go food shopping, let alone go to the movies. Drive-in theaters were the fun things to do in my neck of the woods but again you had to travel to get there.
One place folks use to go to was Stafford Springs Motor Speedway. I remember hearing the sounds from that raceway. At least 12 miles away.
So one evening a neighbor up the dirt road proposed to my parents to go to the speedway for a fun night out. My folks debated it and I guess the issue was what to do about us 3 boys. His name was Gordon. He said that's not a problem. He also had a bunch of kids under his roof. As it turns out, Gordon's father-in-law lived between us and them and the old man was going to get a surprise birthday party. So all of us kids were dropped off there and my folks, Gordon and his wife, went to the speedway.
Herbert Bosse was a welder by trade. He worked hard like most folks, raised his family, and was a good man from what I remember. Him and his wife lived in a mobile home a holler away from us. It was a cramped place with all of us kids in it. At least 8 kids, 2 adults, and 2 teenagers. There weren't enough places to sit but we somehow gathered around their round table in some kind of orderly fashion. Along with a birthday cake there was another treat that was the bomb. Do you remember ice cream sodas? Vanilla ice cream and coke-a-cola? Talk about a sugar overdose.
Needless to say, it wasn't to long and the coke ran out. It was decided that Ron, Herbert's son, who just got his driving license, was going to go to the town package store and get some more coke. I had been standing against a wall right next to Ron. Ron turns to me and asks me if I would like to go with him. I said sure, as I was feeling cramped up with all these kids. So we took off.
Ron was about 17 and was like a gentleman. Something you hardly see anymore. We arrive at the package store and Ron runs in to get the Coke. The car I think was an old Cougar or Wildcat. Anyways, he gets in and we head back, Coke bottles in tow. We turn onto our dirt road off the main drag. We go maybe 300' and then the car dies. We coasted to a stop.
So Ron tries to start the car up. Nothing. He tries and tries to no avail. So here we are in the middle of the road. The sun had gone down and it was getting dark. Just to the left of us about 20', was a good size gravel pit. It dropped down about 50' and ran parallel to the road for about 100'. The next thing you knew a light starts emitting from the gravel pit. First it was purple and it would turn to orange and then back to purple. We could hear a hum increase and decrease as the light changed color. Ron turns and looks at me and I at him. No words needed to be said as we both knew that whatever was down in the pit wasn't from Earth. He then frantically tries to start the car again. Nothing. So we sat there for what seemed like eternity. Maybe a minute. He tries again and voila, the car starts. So we take off. I tell Ron to just take me home. I was scared to death. So as we get to the end of our dirt road, I spot another purple to orange light show going on a few hundred feet down this logging road. So then I tell him to take me back up to the party. Nothing more was said. I was quiet for the rest of the night.
The ordeal probably lasted for about 10 minutes. Apparently there were 2 ships that had been dispatched. Ron and I saw evidence of this that night. Keep in mind, as a 7 year old, I didn't have many options. I had decided to go back up to the party when I realized if I had gone home to a haunted house, alone, well, you can figure that out........so I decided to be around the safety of people.
After many years had gone by, I carried with me a nagging feeling about what happened that night. It wasn't till 12 years ago that I did find out what had happened. But that is a tale for another day....
Namaste' & Nagosa
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14th September 2015 15:21
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Another Log, Another Blog, Another Day
September 14, 2015
Good Morning!!!
How's your coffee this morning? We have the best coffee at our campfire everyday. We use a coffee press at our campfire and if you have never had it that way, you don't know what you're missing. You don't even need electricity to do this method.
I want to thank some of you for your efforts by putting a log on the fire, here. I find myself in real good company. I couldn't help but notice the soul growth in some of you. It is refreshing to see. And please don't think for a second that I am coming from a place of judgement. I see your light. That is all. It is so much brighter than before.
For years I bumbled down my path ALONE. No one to even speak to. When I did speak, I ended up carrying a cross of persecution. In reality I was carrying their cross. Their cross of Fear. Plus my own cross of fear. So it was two crosses to bear. Pick one. But look at where we are now. On a global network shining our light with our testimonies of our journey. It hasn't been easy either, has it? How many times have we had to pick ourselves up from the dust and ashes?
It has come to my attention that there are those who are reluctant to come forth and put a log on the fire. It is your choice whether you do or not. But if you do, I will do my best to make sure you are honored as you should be. It's the connection of "ONENESS". we will share in. Let me be clear here as I have no agenda other than to celebrate the times we are in with all of you who are awake and aware. I do not care to war, sniff the blood and exploitation of the Earth Kingdoms, because enough blood has been spilled as it is. And I say that taking responsibility for my playing the parts in that I have mentioned. It is time we focus upward in frequency now that we have worked through our own personal crap.
It doesn't mean to turn into a complacent love and light bowl of jello. We know that there is much more work to do and being a bowl of jello isn't going to get that work accomplished.
Just a month ago, I heard of a Native American elder speak of a 2000 mile long beast of darkness. It just so happens that 10 years ago on one of my travels, I ran into this beast. Not just once but 3 times. The first time it happened, I thought it was my imagination. The size of this thing was incredible. It was black, shades or gray and red. It had tentacles coming off it that stretched for miles. Like a giant squid. No eyes though. It was organic but enhanced with technology that transmitted an enormous amount of negative frequency. And guess what powered this thing? The New Agers that only believe all there is, is love and light. The frequencies were being transmitted down through the tentacles and transmitted into this Solar System.
Say what?????? Sounds crazy, I know but really not so hard to believe when you face the fact that love can be like a drug. It can blind you from seeing the "ALL" in all that is. The "ALL" as we know it is not all love and light. All I can say is that I felt sorry for the ones who bought into this love and light trap. They are still there. This beast would isolate this energy and change the phasing of it 180 degrees and then overlay it or embed with sinister codes. These codes were then transmitted. They are still being transmitted. Which means we are still receiving them. The feedback frequencies from the negative results is what would feed the beast. Whether that be the fear, death, destruction, or whatever negative.
What was also amazing is that several years had gone by and my Twin discovered these transmissions. Talk about a validation. She did some extensive work on this and that work still continues to the present.
The location of this beast is at the edge of our Solar System. I saw it next to what looked like a moon. Maybe it used for cover. This moon looked like ours but smaller. Maybe Jake could give it a try?
Anyways, have another cup of coffee and ponder what this log or blog is trying to convey.
Have a great day!!!!!!!!!
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14th September 2015 16:28
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