The Front Door

Beth didn't sleep well last night.  It was just the fall to the floor earlier that week.  Though she did some kind of concussion to her body and body parts.  But today she was standing a bit more straight.  Icing and heating plus the Ibuprofen helped a bit.  Tomorrow would tell a better story.  She'd be meeting a friend at the pier for brunch.

All night long she tossed and turned.  Awakening at 4 a.m. after just four hours of sleep wasn't enough. Something didn't feel right.  And when Beth gets one of those feelings, well...Thoreau gets them, too. Both went over the UFO photograph with a fine toothed comb. Flying saucer for sure! They didn't have any contact with the professional photographer.  But it was a trusted source.  They both felt there would be more. 

Maybe it was the forty-first anniversary of the abduction of the Exeter, New Hampshire couple returning on their honeymoon in 1961 in Lincoln, New Hampshire.  Beth had to take Thoreau to the area, though she didn't know why then.  Maybe it was the lingering energy there.  They would both be better for it.  She really just wanted him to experience Exeter.  The joggers didn't  help, either.  They slowed things done a bit.  It was all part of a divine plan.  In time, they would come to know more.

Beth was in Exeter recently.   Passing by the Exeter Phillips Academy.  Campus Security was out in full force.  It was just an ordinary Saturday or so she thought. The autumnal equinox.  A converge of light and dark.  Balance.

The harvest is in. Crisp apples, corn stalks, squirrels hide their acorns, leaves turn to red, gold and yellow as the sap runs down.  A glorious sunny day. 

She loved the drive through the wooded community.  She thought about the soup she had prepared.  Acorn squash with apples, walnuts, nutmeg, cinnamon and gloves.  The smell of it warming on the stovetop.  The windows were open as the fresh autumnal air filled her cabin. 

There was a brisk knock at the door.  Beth stood up to answer just as the phone rang.  It was Thoreau.

"Whatever you do, DO NOT answer your front door.  Or phone unless you see my number."

The Frenzy

It was one noisy week when the octogenarian above moved out.  Allegedly it was to rehab. Even the flatbed truck with the E. Vil Plumbing and Heating Company logo were clearly from a time more economically solvent.  The sons parked it along the driveway filled with Beverly Hillbilly oak cabinets and headboards.  Jed Clampitt couldn't be too far away.

Then the renter above was bumped out of the elevator flanked on the forearm by two hefty men.  Her stainless cane was nearby.  This time, her hair was coiffed.  She was going somewhere.  Definitely.

But it was as though they couldn't get her out fast enough.  Rumors held that she was going to a home, convalescent or otherwise.  I didn't see her again.  I did hear her sons...all night long.  All nights' long.  It took days of packing, days of occupying the singular elevator in the building.

"Are you Elaine's family?"

"Yes!"

I walked up to the apartment early enough the following morning.  Seeing her 'grandsons' didn't sit well with me for days.  They didn't look of this earth.  In fact, they looked like Pugsley, the son in the Addams Family.  Both boys, the younger and the elder.  Their coloring, hairline were just plain...odd.

A scoffed door, more scoffs than not revealed a hurried, careless move.  Why so late in the night?  Plates rattled on the guest room wall for nights.  Eventually, there were removed.  Mostly out of concern they would fall and shatter.  My English Nana wouldn't have liked that.

And then it happened.  Thoreau was visiting and had a download.  Several of them. I listened and wondered.  I had a heavy night of something as well.  Then the next light was a light one.  That was after Thoreau's camera told the whole story.

"There's something you got to see!"

We met in the hall as he pulled up his digital photo shoot just the morning before.  At first he thought it was a speck on the lens.  An investigative photojournalist, he wanted to know more.

Zooming in this is what was out there.

The following afternoon, there was a slight knock at the door.  It was the Pugsleys.  Or what ever their name is.  Peering through the peephole I was not about to open the door.  As I walked about the studio, their footsteps above followed.  Sitting on the balcony above, one was listening.  I decided to close the slider and secure it.

Again, I changed rooms and the footsteps followed.  There appeared to be no female in residence.  I remembered the handsome man I saw only six days before.  The boys looked nothing like him.

As I laid down on the sofa to clear my highly detailed mind, thoughts returned to the vibration in the guest room six days ago.  Thoreau felt it last night but this time, it was in his leg.  Not the floor, walls or ceiling like I had heard.  I thought about the butterfly frenzy yesterday which we saw.  The dragonfly frenzy.  They would drop down and scoot up and up.  It seemed as though they were telling us something.

The air cooled as the evening came to a close.  The dogs were highly agitated.  They had never been this way.  

Secrets of 9/11

But the story doesn't end there. On September 11, 2001 nearly everything that could go wrong went wrong.  Suddenly POTUS (President of the United States) was unreachable.  They said it was because of an overload on the communication system. 

Moreover, no one in authority was available to give orders to follow the four planes. At every turn the military was not contacted until very late in the process. Then there were no planes available when we did have pilots ready to fly. Bush and Cheney said they gave the order to remove the hijackers from the air but the order was never received or even...documented. 

Just then Rajiv walked into the room. 

"Connect the dots. It's all there.  Think big picture.  He spoke about a television program last night called, "Secrets of 911." Dick Clarke, the "former National Coordinator for Security, Infrastructure Protection, and Counter-terrorism for the United States"  spoke about all the foul-ups.  It wasn't a coincidence.

"Clarke worked for the State Department during the presidency of Ronald Reagan.^[2] In 1992, President George H.W. Bush appointed him to chair the Counter-terrorism Security Group and to a seat on the United States National Security Council. President Bill Clinton retained Clarke and in 1998 promoted him to be the National Coordinator for Security, Infrastructure Protection, and Counter-terrorism, the chief counter-terrorism adviser on the National Security Council. Under President George W. Bush, Clarke initially continued in the same position, but the position was no longer given cabinet-level access. He later became the Special Advisor to the President on cybersecurity, before leaving the Bush administration in 2003.
Clarke came to widespread public attention for his role as counter-terrorism czar in the Clinton and Bush administrations in March 2004, when he appeared on the 60 Minutes television news magazine, released his memoir about his service in government, Against All Enemies, and testified before the 9/11 Commission. In all three instances, Clarke was sharply critical of the Bush administration's attitude toward counter-terrorism before the 9/11 terrorist attacks, and of the decision to go to war with Iraq. Following Clarke's strong criticisms of the Bush administration, Bush administration officials and other Republicans attempted to discredit him or rebut his criticisms, making Clarke a controversial figure". Source:  Wikipedia


Fifteen of the hijackers were from Saudi Arabia.  The Bush Administration had strong ties to the Saudi's. 

http://www.wsbtv.com/news/news/local/former-senator-reveals-secrets-about-911-saudis/nFWc5/

The U.S. sold $60 billion in weapons to the Saudi's under the guise the Saudi's would protect the United States in the Persian Gulf.   We also bought billions of oil from them.

On 9/11 no planes were allowed to fly, except for the royal Saudi family.  They were in the U.S. on 9/11 and were allowed to fly home.

Beth put her hands to her face in shock.

"OMG."

We don't have to wonder any more why the UFOs are showing themselves. 

Chakras

They?!

"Did you notice more and more are sighted?  They want us to know they are here.  They want to help, but they do not want to frighten us.  The military, industrial and financial industries are scared.  They want to control everything.  They don't care about the destruction to our planet, they're like children.  No internal thermostat.  They want 2/3 of the population gone.

Oh, where to begin.  Follow Dr. Ted Loder's work or Richard Dolan's.  The dots are connecting. There are so many aspects to this."

"I'm not surprised.  It is...kind of obvious actually.  Even some of the things going on in schools, theatres, NYC, you have to wonder if they were brainwashed to commit those atrocities. Who is doing this?"

"Our government, our corporate government.  They diverted NASA, oh that is a huge topic. Richard Dolan speaks about that.

 Katrina, Haiti, those storms didn't just happen.  A ploy to destroy the human habit of the Gulf Region, the oil refineries have a stake in it.  Haiti?  A poor nation with some really wealthy communities. Beautiful beaches, exotic plants, waterfalls and animals.  Bauxite, copper, calcium carbonate, gold, marble and hydropower. With an impoverished population, low employment,  it is easy pickins.  There may also be more oil than some admit," Beth said.

Beth poured through more documents.  Thoreau and Rajiv left for a run on the beach.  The bunker was quiet again.  Beth was more than exhausted.  

She saw pictures of ancient alien cities on the moon. Monoliths.  She remembered when the former National Aeronautics and Space Administration Data and Photo Control Department manager, Ken Johnston, who worked for the space agency's Lunar Receiving Laboratory during the Apollo missions was been fired for telling the truth about the ancient alien cities.He refused to participate in the cover-up promulgated by NASA and was fired.

Beth felt sick in the pit of her stomach. The chakra center.  They always resonates the truth. 

They?

A joint friend, Rajiv, was blindfolded and taken to the bunker.

 For his safety more than theirs.  He was an expert at documents. M.I.T educated.  Navy trained. A former cryptologist.

The blindfold was removed.  Rajiv rubbed his eyes gently.   He looked at the documents.  A few drew his attention.  He paused.

Crop Circles
Gulf of Mexico oil spill
Japanese Tsunami
Katrina
UFOs increase
Virginia earthquake
Wall Street meltdown

Rajiv explained the crop circles in his beautiful English accent.

"Several forces are at work at once.   Intricately designed.  Neatly knotted wheat stocks, not a one of them broken. This is beyond pristene. Magnetic field are altered.  Most appear at night taking less than 20 seconds to form.  Compasses have been reported unable to locate north, new batteries are drained, frequencies are affected.  Farm animals are agitated. Sometimes entire towns are without power.You think this is unrelated?"

Beth began to meditate.  Calm herself down.  Deep breathing.  Long inspiration, long expiration.  Thoreau poured through more documents.  Unusually quiet. He was in his process.  Like the time errant teen tossed a ball on the roof of his sportscar and the teen's Dad blew off the dent on his car..  Thoreau's eyes were focused. He meant business.


Inside the bunker they felt safe. Anonymous. Rajiv made a blended green juice drink.  Kale, parsley, apples, celery, cinnamon. It was more than refreshing. The threesome were enjoying a much needed break.

 A text message came across Beth's Droid:

"People are asking questions.  Some are disappearing. Protests are happening everywhere.  People are tired of the oppression. And it is both political parties.  The time for change is close. But don't...do NOT stop.  Go higher, get noticed. They are here to help you.  Ask them to show themselves.  Trust your thoughts."

"They?"

A Recent Earthquake...

Thoreau was atop the lighthouse.  It  was erected over an ancient marker…of sorts.  Directly in line with another lighthouse, this one on a tiny island in the sea.  A high speed boat was waiting beside it.

He was scanning the panorama from the land-locked lighthouse opposite it. Then lining up both lighthouses on the transit, writing the coordinates down. But the quiet of the lighthouse was assaulted by the swift pounding of footsteps going up the stairs. Beth was in the car..

Looking outside he could see three dark, late model vehicles below in the parking lot.  There had
only been one before. Theirs. They had been granted single access for our visit.  No one other than the retired lighthouse keeper had the key.  And locked the doors upon entry.

Beth was glad he was an accomplished rock climber. Swinging his backpack around, he grabbed hooks and rope and was ready for the descent.  Just in case.  He was more than Spiderman.

The suits appeared and moved to encircle him.  Out the window he flew with his ice pick in hand and oval wire carabiner.

Beth was waiting on the ground, convertible top down. She was glad to be driving a Dartz Jo-Mojo, glad the company let her test drive it. In seconds, Thoreau was on the ground, tucked into the
front seat as the convertible top was going up fast.

The license plate disappeared, the color changed.  They were no where to be found.  Thoreau's video camera, tucked in the back of his backpack with smaller ones on his person captured everything.

They were back to their underground lab in the bunker to download everything. They would soon know
who was behind this. They did identify one of the original markers that aliens left behind…a man in black was noticed making measurements, trying to locate it.

But Thoreau found it weeks before.  Under the marking was a tiny capsule. Inside was a flash drive with what were apparently leaked government documents.

"A recent earthquake near Washington, D.C. was the result of an underground nuclear explosion. There was interception of CIA/MOSSAD nukes in deep underground tunnels on Aug. 23, 2011. Watch for the Ring of Fire. Trust no one."

And there was more...

Leaking

After attending the Exeter, New Hampshire UFO Festival, Beth met some interesting people.  Richard Dolan, the historian, UFO researcher was more than accessible.  He was phenomenal!  Dr. Ted Loder struck a cord when he spoke about the military, industrial and financial industries all having a stake in blocking any access to UFO information. Yet everyone knows they are here!

Then it clicked.  Mitt was about to go public with classified UFO documentation. Terrified about what this would do to the economies of the super rich, they decided to set a drone on him.  Little did they know, the documentation has already been released to all the major networks, in the United States and abroad.

Beth called Thoreau immediately.

"It came to me in a remote viewing session.  I could see it crystal clear."

"Do you know what this means?" offered Thoreau.

"Everyone...I mean every single person will want this declassified.  Heck, Europe, Russia, many of the countries have opened their files.  What is with this country?"

Of course, Thoreau knew.  He was being rhetorical. 

Dr. Ted Loder nailed it at his session at the UFO Festival when he spoke about who profits from this. The film, Something Unknown: Is Doing We Don't Know What speaks about remote viewing.

http://www.somethingunknown.com/

"So that's it.  I was tossing and turning all night and it wasn't just the glass I wine I had at dinner" Beth said.

"I've been stewing the last few days and that isn't me. Something is about to happen!"

"Let's look at the sidereal clock. Remote viewing needs to be between 17.5 and 20 hours to connect. We can check this site to be sure we are in the right time zone:

http://www.jgiesen.de/astro/astroJS/siderealClock/

"Okay, we can start remote viewing.  I will hold something in my hand and you can tell me what it is."