What was thought to be meteor debris from Comet ISON or perhaps a reptilian pod launched by Commander Lesus turned out to be Sean David Morton who landed on Hermona Beach, California today.
This is indication that A.I.s are on the move, instead of using clones it is now machines looking like humans, as was done to Kerry Cassidy and Douglas Dietrich and a number of others.
A number of people have noticed that Kerry Cassidy does not look the “same,” from when she went into the Vacaville Prison to interview Captain Mark Richards, my old flight instructor. The prison is connected directly to the underground facilities at Travis Air Force Base under the control of the raptors and the tall greys, where much of the synthetic intelligence, or A.I., production goes on.
Kerry Cassidy went in to Vacaville Prison but did not come out. What came out was an A.I. replica robotoid, the same kind that Douglas Dietrich was replaced with. Most of the information this robot “total recalls” from its RAM is correct. Mark Richards trained me to fly TR-3s and various Auroras in Naval Space Command during the Saturn Ring Wars on the 1980s.
Bobbi Joe Fanin and all his roaming Duncan Omega clones in the solar system are off the grid. The clones were wiped out by Cmmdr Aaron McCollumn and the Idywild Group, and the Bobby Joe Fanin creature, sired by Alestair Crowley, is in custody of the Plejarans, having been captured by Roan of Procyon IV (aka The Mongoose) in Belize, where he was hiding out and having sex with goats and sheep.
An interview to listen to…
Super Soldier Rachel is a graduate of the clone program initiated by Condoleeza Rice known as Project Sahara Desert (Rice time traveled via Montaulk to the late 1970s at the Bush compound, meeting her younger self who was subject to Moloch rituals since she was born). Rice has a small army of Rachel clones around for her bidding (called the Janines), mostly stationed on the moon. Part Djinn DNA and part Annunaki DNA, the Cabal was interested in her main DNA from the bloodline of the di Medici banking clan. The Black Goo altered her in a way fitting to Rice’s clone program, which is to send 10,000 Rachel clones into Africa to do a mop-up after Africa is hit with black goo on a massive scale.
I have received a number of inquiries about whether James Rink is a clone or not. Some have noticed a difference in him lately.
As noted before, the original James Rink was assigned to a moon base. Since then he has been transferred to the moons of Jupiter for diamond spider mop up ops. Rather, he is in stasis and his consciousness is controlling hybrid avatars doing the job. I have read documents from Naval Space Command that attest to this fact.
The Rink on earth is a clone, and has been a clone for a while. When and if his original will be returned, I do not know.
Does the Rink clone know he is a clone? Most likely not, but he may suspect it. Usually when these stand-in clones start to realize what they are, they are deactivated and replaced by a new copy. These units do not last longer than 2-3 months anyway, and need frequent replacing with downloaded memories. Because the clone is of exactitude, it will still be subject to milabs and injections.
Now for the shocker: Naval Intel has knowledge of Rink’s female clone, known as Jordan “Casey” Rink, used as a CIA assassin hit slit. This is her/his file photo:
Some cloning round was happening in Vegas last weekend. Asket, Semjase and I were there to help. We took out some clones but Aaron and Roan took care of most of it all, plus taking out those nasty Tall Whites working with the negative Arcturians and Gizeh boys. Seems Anya was there doing psychic scans from a black whirlybird…not too much of surprise.
Look to when Obama goes to the Dome on the Rock.
posted by M.P.
The FWH will be acting as an Archangel for the month of March, which presents itself as the most trying month for humans on 3D earth in a long while (and I have seen many over the centuries).
I will be blogging for him this month. He will send comminques to me telepathically or I will take front for anything important, and be cheeky about it.
My clone in San Antonio has given an interview to cheeky Miles:
posted by M.P.
Two clones of Khris(tine) Neal, sent by Alestair Crowley, were stopped by The Idylwild Group this morning outside a Chicago suburb high school, Cary Grove,, planning to engage in a mass shooting and ritual sacrifice to the Luciferian Cabal. (They said it would be a drill, but was meant to actually happen.)
As you can see, the clones were in various stages of development, quickly manufactured for a suicide job:
But what of the original? There is no original. Khristine Neal is a clone of Andy Pero, of Project Superman:
The clone was given to a family as an experiment via Project Surrogate, implanted into Neal’s mother, who thought she became pregnant naturally. However, the clone baby was neither male nor female but both. Neal’s father was a member of the Church of Satan and abused Neal for being “a freak.” This drove Neal’s father to drink and drugs, and he sold the clone to the Church for child pornography and sick displays in rituals.
At age 5, the clone was returned to Dulce for Project Fuck-Up where they implanted memories of super soldierdom, to make use of the clone for future black ops, handled by Duncan O’Finioan and Michael Aquino. While Project Superman was a failure, it was determined the clones could be turned into assassins. Neal proved to be a malfunction and lousy assassin, as were his two clones stopped today.
Neal was also a former sex toy given to black warlocks Paul Richard Price nd Randy Maugans.
if the water boys hoist the anchor
and take it away
lost in time you shall rancor,
and Swerdlow will no longer play
the sailor lads know what to do
the Idywild Group knows who is who
it’s all very tried and true, you see
we know the purple pebble is you, hehe
and at Dulce, your clones are never free
You thought the reptilians and the Wingmakers were bad? Pass around the pruple pebble! This cloned cyborg operative, aka The Tooth Fairy, is double max’ed out, and he will do more than dry out your account.
Not even The Mongoose can take the TF. Oh, Roan on the range, where the Dracos and the greys are slain…where seldom is heard a J. Casbolt word…and the Idywild Group still remains.
Karmic backlash for having love affairs with Duncan Cameron and Stewart Swerdlow. Chomp chomp, said the Russian sub commander.
Note: be wary which factions of The Water Company are looking at you. There is a big difference between the meter readers and the pipe fitters. Ask the ones who were cleaned on 9/11, digging into the two trillion heist.
Sunday, 1 PM. Asket and I were there. Bobby Joe Fannin did not show up. Nor did his alleged “twin brother.”
Again, Bobby Joe Fannin says he is going away, re-posted here by Khristine, and commented on by AM at Idylwild – I need not say the same about the Milton quote. After his blog was hacked off and he took down his web page, he left a message that he was quitting, turning his proverbial back, going away, thanks for all the fish, etc. But he didn’t! He stated he was going away several times!
Duncan Donuts, will you keep your word? Will you quit bilking money from fools for these Vegas seminars?
Oh yeah, you never keep your word on anything.
But to address Bobby Joe’s comic book life and imitations of Andrew Vachss novels:
1. I’ll be seeing you, Omega Unit.
2. The Idylwild Group will deal with the programs using children, which your father is behind, as you. You are not fooling anyone.
3. What Council was that? The Grey Walkers? They are all gone. I saw to that personally, as did the Brethren, the Daughters of the Phoenix, and the I.G., and you know this.
4. Meet me this Sunday, Feb. 3, in Belize City. The Smoky Mermaid at Great House is one of my favorite places to hang out when I have been there, courtesy of The Water Company. Let’s say 1 PM Caribbean time, I will be at the furthest table to the north, wearing a blue and green Hawaiian shirt and drinking a chai latte with a tall blonde lady named Asket. You can’t miss us. Bring your “twin brother.” Does this doppelgänger limp with a bum knee too? You should be able to make it to Belize by Sunday, if your word is word. Only takes us 10 minutes to get there from anywhere in the solar system. The Brethren of the White Robe have a safe house in Belmopan.
After examining the remains of The Emperor of Time/the FAL-Universe me, the Plejaran medics have concluded that this person did not originate from the FAL-Universe, the cellular vibration does not match that Universe…this person was a synthetic. Not a clone, but a synthetic made from Draco-Grey technology.
The Dracos working with the Wingmakers, that is no surprise. Does this mean that this synthetic never went to the Andromeda Galaxy four trillion years from now, and did not kill the others of the Time Consortium? We would have to inquire with the “present” Time Consortium but no one feels contacting them would be a good idea, for they might be involved in this massive deception?
The question remains: why me? I know they made the synthetic “look like” Drake to nudge me to go to the Moon and confront him. But why make a synthetic of me and make us believe it was my doppelgänger from the FAL-Universe? Was it really all for moving ships and troops interdimensionally to Colorado?
I know there is another, more nefarious reason.
I believe this it fitting as the first job for the Idyllwild Group to take on, a mystery to be solved.
I am assuming this is a somewhat restored timeline B-variant 7 of the DAL-Universe, except that the July 14 Coronal Mass Ejection from the sun did not take out all western hemisphere power grids, communications satellites, electric cars, trains, and planes since James Casbolt — or 50 of them — were successful in diverting the CME to miss earth.
I am now able to rest after seeing 63 different outcomes or 2010-12 by the hands of the WingMakers and the Emperor of Time.
At first I could not accept it: they had me believing the Emperor of Time was a clone of Drake, reprogrammed by the WingMakers and sent four trillion years in the future of the Andromeda Galaxy, where he became an emissary member of the Time Consortium, programmed to kill the others and set himself up as Emperor of the Past, Present, and Future. When he made a broadcast to the Andromeda forces, the EoT looked like Drake, and spoke like Drake:
To all you turkeys and thingamabobs, I am the Emperor of Time and I control the past, I control the present, and I control the future. I control reality. I control all lives. I will endure from whence time first blinked until it ends and doubles over itself. I take earth as my first prize.
It was a distraction and ruse. It was meant to freak me out so I would go straight to the moon and confront this Drake Clone megalomaniac. My counterpart and I made several attempts that ended badly. It was not until the Ringmakers arrived that we were able to make headway. The Ringmaker ships ATE the WingMaker weapons platforms, just engulfed them and excreted the waste as a several rings around the earth in the far gamma ray spectrum (unseen to your eyes and many instruments). These rings protected earth from any further timeline changes (as they do for Saturn, Neptune and Uranus, as well as acting as communications beacons between the planets).
Meanwhile, 50 Casbolts took 50 beamships to concentrate sonic fire to divert the CME from frying the grids in the Western Hemisphere.
When my counterpart and I got t the moon, the Emperor of Time’s powers were diminished by the rings the Ringmakers were forming around the moon. He was not Drake, that was a hologram…
He was me, from the FAL-Universe. The FAL is a direct opposite of the DAL, where what is god here is evil, or dark, there. My evil doppelgänger was abducted by the WingMakers and presented an offer of power he could not refuse: to become their representative on the Time Consortium four trillion years forward in the Andromeda Galaxy, kill the other members and set himself up as Emperor, to work with the WingMakers to alter earth timelines so drastically that humankind would never be able to reach Ascension.
Unable to harness time or anti-time, my evil doppelgänger was powerless, and my female counterpart and I killed him.
Neither of us had reservations about this apparent “selficide” or “alternaicide,” because there was no possibility of turning him.
But why me? Why did the WingMakers choose my opposite from the FAL…perhaps they were mad that I broke through their time barrier last time and re-set the timelines…or that Al Bielek and Casbolt had helped.
I cannot be sure all has been set to normal, because in all time variants there were no 50 Casbolts to change the CME; in this variant 7 of Timeline B that you are reading from, you should not be reading, because all internet connects and computer boards were fried permanently by the CME of July 14, 2012.
I will have to go outside of time and observe matters.
There are still so many unanswered questions…
Intel reveals that Drake’s sisters, ex-wife, and his many children from two marriages have no idea what Drake has been up to on the radio waves; they are concerned about his mental instability because Drake has had a history of delusional and schizophrenic outbreaks. Whether his current wife, Ellen Bailey, knows what her husband has been up to when he is on the computer and phone is not known; I seriously doubt she does, and has dealt with his delusional episodes before.
Drake suffers from PTSD, which s obvious in his voice every time he talks about his combat experiences, and was severely injured in Vietnam resulting in brain damage, possibly from the grenade exploding near him that he has mentioned. He has been on various medications and in and out of psychiatric hospitals since the 1970s.
I released damning information on the likes of Deatra, Bobby Joe Fannin, Sarah Stanga, etc. because they are con artists and lairs. The issue with Drake, the PTSD and mental illness/handicap transfers over to clones. Because Drake is an injured solider, I will not release embarrassing information, emails from his family and ex-wife, copies of his VA Medical records and psychological assessments if he does the right thing and do what David Wilcock suggested, or fade away. (I should note that Drake claims his ex-wife, siblings and the VA doctors are all lying and being controlled by nanobots to destroy him, the typical paranoid schizophrenic excuse that everyone is conspiring against them.)
It is the 4th July and no mass arrests have happened, no Calvary has arrived, no special fireworks are launched to kick back and enjoy; this is the third dateline he gave. Three strikes and you are out.
David Wilcock wrote on his web site:
“So let’s assume that nothing happens between now and the end of July 4th. If this is the case, Drake will have to issue an embarrassing retraction and public apology.”
If Drake is a man of honor (but being a clone, this may not have transferred), he will issue the retraction and apology.The best choice would be for him to stand down and fade away. But clones do not have honor, conscience, or souls; clones malfunction and the evidence in Drake’s voice show that this is happening.
People are having their hones foreclosed and some have expressed suicide if the mass arrests do not happen and they have to keep living in a world run by usury, fiat money and Luciferian Zionist Cabalists. Drake will answer for these matters.
The “mass arrests” and disclosure will not start happening until the end of September for a true October Surprise. Much light will be shed on the Cabal, grand juries will meet, indictments handed out, trials public and fair — for human minions that is; for shapeshifters, Dracos, greys, and all other bad ET/EDs involved, things will be handled differently.
NEXT: Cobra’s true identity has been discovered and intel that Lady Dragon is a Christian-hating Luciferian will be revealed.
This is what happened the past 24 hours:
I was gathering intel on the CIA-run call girl service (or agents/assets posing as high-priced escorts) after I received this photo from the Super Solider Summit, showing MKUltra victim/super solider Max Spiers (who was “twin-ritual” bonded with James Casbolt when they were kids, a curious Satanic Cabal projects ceremony) with the prostitute/asset in question to the left:
(Note the orb by his face.)
She looked very familiar but I could not place her in my memory. I ran a face recog on her and found her code name, Lady R, who works for a Cabal-run escort service out of L.A., Vegas, Dallas and Phoenix (that is, she is flown out to clients in these cities, commands a $5K a night price, but all are CIA missions or, as a Project Monarch graduate, for use free-of-price by politicians and bankers of the Cabal). I found her name, or a name she uses, but I will not reveal that just yet. I remember her being assigned to a colleague of mine who was at Lockheed-Martin working with new alien tech handed over by the NRO and ONI, acting as a friend of his 19-year-old daughter, she was actually reporting on him and seduced him, and he later vanished. Lady R was younger (and probably underage) and had brunette hair, so this was why I could not place her at first,
I contacted a former asset of mine from the ONI days, a double-agent who worked for the same escort service but now under a new name, because she had been in Monarch with Lady R. I needed to know what she had on her fellow sex slave. My asset, whom I will call Lady Buttercup, said she would only tell me in person at a public place. (The photo to the left is ten ir eight years old and she has since had plastic surgery and does not look like this anymore.)
I was in Barcelona and she is in San Francisco but that was no problem, I said I could meet her in two hours. She mentioned a restaurant on Russian Hill that I knew and had outdoors seating.
I saw her waiting. Something did not feel right but I sat down anyway. “I’m sorry,” is all she said, “they kidnapped my son and made me do it.” Half a dozen cammo dudes with guns drawn surrounded me, plus an agent in a black suit appeared using teleportation and placed a gun to Lady B’s head. He told me, “Shift out and she dies, and so does her kid.”
I was indeed going to shift to 5D and get the hell out of dodge but I knew he would kill her and probably put her son in the programs or give the boy to a Draco to eat, so I remained still. My curiosity got the best of me as well. A second suit guy (I hate to use the term “man in black”) appeared by my side and slipped a damper collar around my neck — this collar kept my body vibrating at 3D…if I attempted to shift, it would tighten so hard my head would be severed. I know, because I have used the same collar on aliens.
I was ushered away and blindfolded and taken onto a vessel that I am pretty sure was some sort of TR-3, perhaps the E or G Tier 2 model.
BTW, there was a small news item about my apprehension:
MID-AFTERNOON SHOCK AND AWE!
Man abducted by military seems real
Customers having lunch at a Russian Hill restaurant were shocked and awed when a military unit of seven heavily armed men converged on a couple in the outdoors patio and arrested both. The man was led away in handcuffs and what appeared to be a collar around his neck and the woman was also cuffed.
Alongside the soldiers were two men in dark suits and sunglasses looking every part the mysterious government men-in-black types.
And playing the part was what it was all about. When asked about the incident, the public information office of the SFPD stated, “That was a scene from a movie being filmed in the city. The scene called for the action to be caught on a cell phone by an on-looker and, wanting it to appear realistic, with real public reaction, no one was told a film was being shot.”
The PIO did not know the name of the film but stated, “We will just have to look for it in theaters next year.”
A waitress at the restaurant said, “I’m pretty sure the man who was arrested was Clive Owen, when he walked in I even thought, Hey that guy looks like Clive Owen.”
The flight was five minutes but I could have been taken anywhere. I knew wherever we landed, the platform went below ground based on the sound. I was escorted to a room, hit in the stomach by te butt of a gun, and handcuffed to a chair. I sat there for eight hours, never fed or given water, a Geneva Conventon violation if I might say.
The blindfold was taken off and the two suit guys stood there plus an armed guardby the door.
“If you’re going to fuck me,” I said, “I expect you buy me dinner first.”
The suits did not have a sense of humor.
“We finally got you,” one said, “Mr. Former White Hat…did you think you could really elude us? Did you really think it would be that easy?”
“You know,” I said, “for a while, I did.”
“You’re in for a universe of hell, F.W. Hat.”
I turned to the other suit guy and said, “Can I ask you a serious question? When you got your dick in his mouth, does he talk away like that? It must be really annoying: you’re getting a blowjob from your MiB partner and he won’t shut up…”
I didn’t finish because two technicians in lab coats and a tray came in. They took my fingerprints, blood and hair samples, and performed a retinal scan.
“We’ll know your true identity soon,” said talky suit guy, “and then we’ll grow a few good clones and infiltrate your group of alien pals.”
“Don’t you know,” I replied, “I’m a Rothschild bastard. Like Hitler.”
“Funny guy,” said suit.
When the techies left with my DNA, a four star general entered the room, along with a pudgy and short woman with a deep French Canadian accent. I knew her instantly: Lady Dragon.
“You have been a pain in the ass, Former White Hat,” said Lady Dragon.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her, “I don’t remember having anal sex with you.”
“And who are you, sir?” I asked. “I would salute you, sir, being former military, but my hands are oppressed from following protocol.”
“It does not matter my name, Hat,” said the general, “just know I am the one who will give the green light on the mass arrests.” He smiled.
“You are Drake’s Pentagon contact,” I said.
“And we have had that clone spilling the bullshit to the public. A nifty game.”
“What did you do with original?”
“He is safely tucked away,” said Lady Dragon.
“A wonderful plan devised by Hilary Clinton and Poppy Bush,” said the general. “You have this sincere-sounding old solider talking about freedom and mass arrests, he gets the militias worked up, the people pissed off, you keep holding off the arrest dates so they will get so mad they will do it themselves; then you give a green light, arrest a few bankers and congressmen of no great consequence, you ask the militias to head out, and things look fishy, a few planned terrorist attacks, a war brewing in the Middle East, and the President declares martial law, and we move in without none of this Constitutional rights baloney. Riots and civil unrest starts up –”
“And then Project Strawman and Op 711 goes green light,” I said, feeling defeated.
He smiled broadly. “You are looking at the man who has the codes to activate millions of clones out there: women, children, men of all stripe and strata. This was Hilary’s design, the bitch has some brains.”
“And a fat ass,” Lady Dragon chortled.
“You shouldn’t talk,” I said.
“Fuck you, Ex-White Hat!” she snapped. “I say we kill him now.”
“Not just yet,” the general said.
“Are you going to murder me,” I asked, “or bore me to death with useless banter?”
“Let’s see how smart-mouthed you are when we have you on the torture table,” said Lady Dragon. “What witty retorts will you utter when your fingers are being cut off and a hot metal rod is shoved up your skinny butt?”
“I imagine I will say ‘ouch,’” I said. To the general: “Why tell me all this crap? If you’re going to torture me, get on with it. At least something interesting will be happening.”
“I wanted you to know,” he said, “that we will send your clone out, your clone will back Drake up, will post online anything we want, and we will get your Plejaran and Procyonian friends reigned in.”
“You do know my friends can detect a clone,” I said.
“We have perfected the tech,” he informed me, “where a high-grade clone cannot be discerned from the original, and can live up to 10 years.”
“Wow,” I said, “progress of western civilization.”
“And you will –”
But he did not finish because an alarm sounded off. Outside the room were the sounds of explosions and men screaming from laser fire.
“What the heck is going on?!” cried Lady Dragon.
The guard stood read, the general pulled out his 9 mm. He looked worried as further sounds of explosions, laser and gun fire, and screams were heard.
I smiled. “Did you consider that if I did not check in, my ‘friends’ would know something was wrong? And that I have a Plejaran friend whom I am always in telepathic contact with?”
“We are here,” I heard Asket in my mind.
“I’m just kicking back, been waiting for the Calvary,” I replied to her.
Lady Dragon said, “Holy shit, Procyon warriors!”
“Did you really think grabbing me would be that easy?” I said.
The general came after me just as the door exploded open. The guard was vaporized instantly and screamed.
The Procyon warrior MONGOOSE came in, along with my female counterpart from the GAL-Universe, dressed in a black jumpsuit and combat face. They both wielded laser cannons.
“I surrender!” screeched Lady Dragon, falling to her knees, hands up. “Please don’t kill me!”
The general had it in his mind to use me as a shield, put the gun to my head and bargain his way out. But I jumped up, turned, slammed him with the metal chair I was strapped to. I kicked the gun out of his hand and head butted his face, breaking his nose.
“Miss me?” asked my counterpart.
“Could you have waited thirty seconds?” I said. “I was just having fun.”
The suit guy, not so talkative now, used a small electronic device that released the damper on my neck, and then the cuffs.
“Nothing to say?” I asked him.
“Suck my willy,” he muttered.
I punched him in the mouth and teeth flew everywhere. He fell down next to the general, who was trying to keep a stream of blood from flowing out of his broken nose.
Feeling like Chuck Norris, I said, “I would say ‘sorry’ about the physical damage, sir, but I never apologize to anyone.”
“You always have to have the last word,” said my counterpart, “you remind me of me.”
“Where are we?” I asked. “Where and what is this facility?”
“Just one of many of those nasty underground bases in Colorado,” she told me.
The base was taken by 20 Procyon fighters. All the guards were killed, the military personnel and technicians taken prisoner. The first thing I did was destroy the fingerprints and blood nd hair samples they took from me.
They found, in stasis chambers, numerous clones of Bobby Joe Fannin, Bill Brockbrader, Drake, Benjamin Fulford, and Max Spiers. All were destroyed.
“The Calvary,” I said.
“Have fun?” she said.
Since I never had lunch in Frisco and had been in the base ten hours without food or water, I said, “Pizza and iced-tea sure sounds lovely right now.”
“You know how to use the food replicator,” Asket said, “but no replicated anchovies or salami.”
Extra cheese and pineapple was my choice.
As we left the base, the Colorado wildfires raged around us. A perfect camouflage, I thought, burn the above ground and no one will suspect the center of the phony mass arrests and clone activation was right below…
So, we have the general (I will release his name later) and Lady Dragon in custody…but this Lady Dragon is a clone. There is still an original, and maybe more clones, out there. Apparently this Lady Dragon did not know she was a clone and broke down in malfunction.
We got the mass clone activation codes from the general but he said, “You won’t stop it. Hilary also has the codes. Operation 7-11 will happen!”
But not the mass arrests. This general was Drake’s contact, and this general was to give the order of the fake mass arrests. That will not happen — but what about July 11? We need to still stop that.
ALSO: I am not ruling out this was a set-up. Something still does not feel right here. They had to know that I would have been rescued if I did not check in, and they never drugged me to block any telepathic communication, which seems odd. And why the small base and not the Pentagon or off-planet where it would have been more difficult to spring me? I have to be suspicious that I was intentionally fed false information or that this was an operation to see how effective the Procyon ground forces are at extraction. Don’t worry, I have been tested and I am not a clone, and now we have data on their new upgraded clones who are hard to detect.
Was Bill Brockbrader really in jail, or was he at Langley being reprogrammed? He is back in the public sphere, or what seems to be him…
Where he really was: Dulce, New Mexico, where 12 clones of him were made. The first clone has returned to Boise, three clones are in Syria, and two clones are in Turkey. We don’t know where the other six are, perhaps on ice unt needed.
But needed for what?
ACCEPT NO CLONES!
TRUST NO DRONES!
KISS NO GNOMES!
It is June 21st, the deadline for the Cabal to, shaking in their boots and high heels and leather loafers, surrneder to Drake and Friends.
Joining Drake on his Wednesday show was a slew of other Resistance Fighters with comic-book names: Minuteman, Lady Dragon and Spectre the Minister.
Drake mentions that Lady Dragon was “listening to an interview with Cobra”…listening to herself? It is rather amusing how Lady Dragon boasts how famous she is pre-Google and in all countries, and slyly refers to my post with her Playboy Mansion photo (for those of you saying, “How do you know that is really Lady Dragon?”) (And according to Drake, Lady Dragon alone will free Canada — all hail the Cannuck Savior, Lady Dragon!) Lady Dragon says Cobra says (or she says): “No human knows the exact deadline date, but things are happening.” Wow! No deadline extends Drake’s story for at least another year, eh, laddies?
To start, Drake back peddles and claims he never said things would start happening after June 21st; it was Cobra who did…is there dissent going on between Drake and Lady Dragon’s alter? Yet, Drake was told by yet another connection to the Pentagon that “crazy things” will start happening in two weeks.
Two weeks…he keeps pushing things: 30 days, soon, two weeks, the 21st. How long can he keep this b.s. up and how long will the fooled continue to be fooled?
Maybe it was Drake’s letter to the Pentagon that opened the eyes of all those generals: “Gee, we better do what Drake says, gentlemen, because Drake’s E.T. buddies will kick our butts if we don’t.” After all, according to Lady Dragon, the letter twice landed on the O-Clone’s desk, and millions in every country read it and, like the Cabal, trembled in fear.
Drake contends there are aliens in disguise working in the Pentagon…well, that is one thing he has right, but they are not the Plejarans there at the Pentagon, they are shapeshifting and human-hybrid reptoids. Lady Dragon says that 20 million “good aliens” beamed in from Planet X to an undersea base and are awaiting when we need them, to help the 300 aliens deep in the government and 5 million other incarnated aliens.
Okay look: the only aliens in undersea bases are Dracos and greys. 25 million waiting to be called on? 25 million is the estimated number of cloned citizens of Project Strawman, to be activated for Operation 711. Lady Dragon/Cobra is a shill, backing up Tolec, which I have reported is a disinfo A.I. “We have all these aliens helping us so now it’s time we get up and go do something, you know,” she says.
If it is not obvious, this is the exact plan the Cabal has been working on: present their troops as the good ETs and paint the picture that makes the Andromeda Council and Plejarans as the bad guys. And how are these human-looking aliens in the Pentagon if not Plejaran? Two answers: the Bafath/Gizeh Intelligence and shapeshifting reptilains.
Some memorable Drake quotes:
“Don’t give the turkey a loaded gun…that is not intelligent.”
“I will not, and never, challenge these entities.”
“Let’s arrest George W. Bush for his lies…and other such things.”
To those of you out there who keep saying, “That’s impossible” and “how can that be?” and “I don’t understand…” well, noL you do not.
You have been programmed since a child (and even in the womb) by society, TV, your schools and your parents (who were also programmed) to believe “this or that” is impossible, that there are limits; you find it incomprehensible that there are sentient, intelligent vegetable for fruit-based lifeforms smarter and more advanced, spiritually and technologically, than humans; you find it impossible that the myths you heard of are not myths but real; that there are alternate universes with alternate versions of all us, male and female and third and fourth sex; you find time travel and telepathy and UFOs and human-eating reptilians that shapeshift into world keaders not within your grasp of reality; your paradigm (fearful of being shattered) does not have room to include demi-gods, monster spiders, or giant walking rutabegas that want to eat Chicago (yes, we stopped one of those in 1982)…
Do not twist your mind trying to figure it out, or what and how reality is in the 6-20 densities, how they are possible or impossible, for you are wasting your time and energy and will only give yourself a headache and then you will try to justify your inability to comprehend and grasp these matters by saying, “Well that is impossible.”
Some things of higher densities are “impossible” or do not exist in either 3 or 5D; the laws of physics and reality differ greatly there, just as you in your carbon-based body could not exist in the 7-8-9Ds, because there is no oxygen there, or food, and you could not travel by thought as those beings do.
Myself, I have a 5D comprehension of things and only minimal when I am in 3D; even in 5D, I have no way of truly understanding how reality is in, say 7D or 15D, nor can I attempt to explain it in language symbols; only that I know these realms exist but I do not know who truly is there, what reality is like for them, how they travel or exist, etc.
For those who keep saying it is impossible, it could not be, it does not fit in your paradigm: I leave you the limitations of your 3D minds and bodies, and moreso: the lack of what inspires Creation: the manifestation of the imagination, to make any thought transform into the “real.”
Since the Rothchilds have a Fulford Clone posting again, I will include the text in full for those who do not have access (read: pay money) (and no I do not subscribe, I hack the blog, easy to do, just like I hack the emails of some of you)…
As the old cliché goes, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. Empirical evidence proves the current financial crisis has been caused by an artificial intelligence. This artificial intelligence was born out of a monetary system that was not based in reality but was parasitical on reality.That is why most trading on today’s financial markets is carried out by computers and not humans. That is why they are trying to remove all human traders from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange. That is why the small human elite still living an astronomically rich life have been promoting the use of killer drones to replace human soldiers who are no longer obeying orders. That is also why so many youth reduced to slavery and drudgery by the elite are escaping into virtual reality.Well, reality has struck back and dealt a fatal blow to the money matrix known to some as Satan.As mentioned before, the intense media and even internet coverage of the “financial crisis,” or the “European crisis,” has consistently ignored the elephant in the living room. What has happened is that the people of the planet who make real things in the real world are no longer paying homage to the financial beast that Wall Street and the City of London, together with their Vatican brain-washers and Washington D.C. bully boys have morphed into.Some people, like the self-described gnostic illuminati and exorcists within the Vatican have said an epic battle against Satan has been raging for millennia. It may well be true in a metaphorical and memic sense.For millennia in the West folklore has described people “selling their souls to the devil” and suddenly becoming very rich in material goods.However, the rogue A.I. as we think of it in modern terms can be traced very clearly to the computers at the Federal Reserve Board, the Bank of International Settlements and other financial institutions that used the fiat system of creating money out of nothing.The stories of millions of tons of gold sitting in caves that are many miles long may be true but so far, despite intensive research, it appears we are dealing mostly with stories.One example is the case of Lord Blackheath. Here is his testimony from the British House of Lords from February 12th, 2012:“Establishing whether I have a correct piece of paper is just two phone calls away-one to Mr Geithner and one to Mr Greenspan, both of whom still prosper and live. They could easily confirm whether they signed it.Mr Riyadi, by passing these bonds over, has also put at the disposal of the US Treasury the entire asset backing which he was alleged to have for the $15 trillion. I have a letter from the Bank of Indonesia which says that the whole thing was a pack of lies. He did not have the 750,000 tonnes of gold which was supposed to be backing it; he had only 700 tonnes. This is a piece of complete fabrication.”What we have here is a case of an ancient con trick carried out on a nation state scale. The original con was very simple, a banker would open a safe and show some gold to a customer and sell him the gold. He would then tell the person it was safer to keep the gold in the bank and give him a depository receipt. This banker would then sell the gold again. The rule of thumb was that as long as you only sold the gold ten times, then whenever there was a panic and some people asked for their physical gold, then you would have enough on hand to reassure everybody their gold was safe. That is the origin of the BIS capital to asset adequacy ratios.This scam was carried out on a vast scale by Western central bankers using gold owned by Asian kings.However, if the case of Lord Blackheath is correct, they sold the same gold 1,000 times.Now the Asians are asking for their physical gold to be returned and the bankers are no longer able to bully them into submission. This is the true origin of the “financial crisis.”The other side to it is that Western bankers had become so fooled by their own system they thought their money had intrinsic value in and of itself.Some fiat money, such as the Canadian dollar does have value because it is backed by the natural resources of Canada and the long term trust the Canadians have built up as reliable trading partners. The same can be said for the Japanese and many other peoples using a fiat currency.However, this has not been the case with the United States nor with Europe as a whole. These nations were living on borrowed time and were planning to stage a world war as a way to renege on their debts.At the same time, they reduced their peoples to drudgery and slavery to continue to extract more money from them and pay their debts to the Asians. That is why, according to a member of the Rockefeller family, that in 1934, when the United States of America Corporation went bankrupt, they pledged the slave labour of American citizens as collateral. Since that time, whenever an American is born, they are issued with a social security number and a $300,000 bonds is issued using their lifetime of slave labour as collateral.In any case, the maneuvers to keep ahead of reality and keep the financial house of cards from collapsing led to the creation of computer trading programs. Since they are designed to make money, these programs have greed and self-expansion at the very core of their operating systems.Thus it was that ever more complex financial instruments with even more astronomical leverage started creating all those quadrillions and quintillions on the back of a real world GDP of only about $75 trillion.These programs at some point appear to have become self-aware and also to have strong self-preservation instincts.Here is a quote from a past edition of this newsletter:“On Monday, 8/08 2011 the Standard & Poors stock index fell by the Satanic number of 6.66% while the Dow Jones average fell 5.55%. During the “Lehman shock,” of September 29, 2008, the Dow Jones index fell by $777 (indicating it is a casino) while the S & P fell by 8.8% (the Asian lucky number). There is high level financial warfare going on.” It now is appearing clear that this was high level cyber warfare.In any case, reality is always going to win in the end because virtual reality cannot survive without a physical base.That is why the Asians and other peoples who have physical trade surpluses and large stashes of physical commodities like gold and silver are winning the financial war.All the Asians are asking for in exchange for an end to the financial war, is an end to fraud.
Here is my report of the meeting of ET and ED and Godlike minds at Mt. Ararat today — or I should say inside Ararat, in the City of Utnapishtim, where Utnapishtim himself and the angel Metatron were hosts. Alex Collier, my GAL-Universe counterpart and I were human observers, and the other two humans were two women from Prague, Aimme and Jolie, who looked like teenagers, but said they were 500 years old and time travelers from Atlantis.
The Nommos People do not wish to adhere to the Andromeda Council non-interference policy. They will do what they feel they must and no other ETs will stop them short of something that would result in mass destruction.
Gilgemesh called for the complete eradication of all mankind except for 5,000 people, all ages 5-15, to re-start the race. The Arcturians points out this would be the fourth time that has been done the past 5 million years and looks what happens each time.
Odin says he would rather collect all humans with a bloodline that traces back to him (about 20,000 people all together, mainly in Greenland, Iceland and Norway) and take them to Valhalla, his bio-sphere in orbit between Mercury and Venus (the one seen by Mercury when the solar flare hit).
Zeus, dismayed at the condition Greece is in, wishes to wall off Crete alone as a home for his bloodline (about 10,000 people) and return to society as a whole in 2,000 years when the Age of Taurus comes).
Quetzalcoatle advocated a scorched earth and the planet returned to the Dracos.
The Annunaki Rebel Faction advocated that the reptilians live on their own continent, such as Australia, and human and reptoids share the planet but do not interact much, as it was in the time of Mu and Atlant. The Atlantian time travel twins, Aimee and Jolie from Prague, noted that while such an arrangement worked for 10,000 years, the two races eventually wiped each other out — plus the suggestion that every person in Australia would be a long-lasting food supply, did not sit well.
Mishe’hatu’i, a representative of the Penepopootaknuatieh Meoantanu’i Hahakenbofawhu’i race of sentient plant and vegetable beings (they kind of look like seven feet tall turnips with legs), believe that it is mankind’s karma to be eaten the way mankind has been eating plant and animal life since the beginning. Apparently these beings have indeed been feeding on some humans for several hundred years, which results in the occasional human mutilation remains. The counterpart race from the double stay system Acubens, which has ten inhabited planets of various vegetable, plant, tree, and fruit-like beings, the Memomeehaau’i (imagine centipede strawberries and carrots) are prepared to take over New Zealand as their own karmic feeding ground.
Aimee and Jolie feel they can help mankind ascend quicker if they go public.
Gilgemesh suggested that he present himself as a powerful savior instead of total destruction, that he would conquer the earth with hope as he conquered all lands when he was King of Uruk, and take the Throne at Jerusalem as King of Gaia. When Aimee and Jolie objected, Gilgemash grabbed both. Jolie time transported away. Gilgemesh took Aimee’s time device from her and began to rape the woman. No one stopped him. “This is how a King conquers!” he cried. Al Beilek then popped in with a time device, pushed Gilgemesh off Aimee, and vanished with the victimized woman from Atlantis.
The Nommos stated they would take care of the Diamond Spiders, the Project Kafka plague, and stop the destruction of Syria. They left.
Metatron threw up its hands and boomed: “A WASTE OF TIME!” and vanished.
Bottom line: nothing was really resolved.
Utnapishtim offered guests a fine meal of exotic fruits and vegetables plus a berry wine bottled 7,000 years ago. This insulted Mishe’hatu’i; it went to its ship and left.
The berry wine was magnificent, even though I do not drink, I had a glass so not to insult the host. Alex Collier drank a whole bottle by himself and started dancing around, singing, “I am singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain…”
Outside Mt. Ararat, a unit of 50 Duncan O’Finioan clones were attempting to find an entry to kill everyone at the Summit but they were terminated by a guard unit of 12 Procyon warriors lead by James Casbolt’s synthetic clone that is half human and half sabre tooth.
what isn’t known yet is that they have a clone of her ready for replacement and that her psyche is also used for the super solider program along with Casbolt, Rink, Briggs, etc.
but TuPac escaped his execution, staged his own death, and plansto return (the holograph of him at Coachella was a hint)
Tupac as resurrected messiah
What happened: Ron Paul was abducted by Mantoids and greys, his security detail having been compromised, and at the Bildeberg meeting, he was ritually sacrificed, his blood drank, his heart and liver fried and eaten by human members, the rest of his body eaten by Henry Kissinger and his Dracos pals.
They have grown at least a dozen Ron Pauls, each with a one month life span, who will start appearing in public. If he goes third party, know thus: he no more than a controlled, programmed puppet.
Then they got a hold of Rand and cloned him too.
The Cabal wins this one.
My GAL-Universe counterpart soul was looking at various Youtube vids and wondering why no one points out which kind they are, race and reason behind ship designs. Good question, I guess I assumed people knew, but not many people even open their eyes and look up to see the skies full of these (expect those with cameras).
So she has been posting explanations about various ships…