TELEPORTATION AND/OR VIRTUAL REALITIES-
Often, I or someone else would disappear right in front of others in the room, which rapidly convinced us all that teleportation and manipulations of time were being exercised. We would hear a sound that reminded us of water rushing through big pipes. It seemed to come from the walls, yet there were no pipes or anything else in the walls that could physically produce the sound. Whenever I heard the sounds, I started feeling strange physical sensations just moments before noticing we were somewhere else. It made my skin tingle. When we returned, there was an obvious overlap of events along with a change in our physical appearance, such as ruffled clothing, cuts, bruises, or other strange markings.
At other times we were being taken to other worlds while our physical bodies remained here. As though we were being taken in spirit or dream body and were in two places at once. Sometimes we could see one world clearly while the essence of the other was superimposed. At one point, it seemed that we had different bodies for different realities or dimensions. One might be beautiful with no flaws or scars. Another might look older and somewhat weathered. Others had physical differences that looked technologically altered. I remember one that had small antenna inside the skin on the outside rim of both ears. What the purpose of these served was never established for sure. We assumed they were for monitoring everything that was said between us. Some of our bodies had devises implanted in the eyes so that everything we saw could be seen by the extraterrestrials supervising our activities.
My friends and I were surprised at the differences in our individual physical changes depending on where we had been transported. It seemed obvious to us that the Extraterrestrials and/or Inner-terrestrials were creating special effects in very true to life virtual realities. That would explain how they could alter our appearance temporarily. The simulations in the technologically formatted realities were for examining our reactions to what we saw, felt, and did while testing our moral fiber to extremes. Some forced us to endure vicious mind games. Eventually we learned that we could choose to change anything on the normal level of reality by first changing it in one of the simulations, hangers, or other worlds. I felt most comfortable making changes by asking the Father Creator to will his power over the deceptive situations.
Some realities were not very carefully copied in detail to match the real thing, and I laughed with my friends at the obvious abnormalities. This is how I convinced them that we were not where they originally thought we were. It was such things as the sun not moving all day and seeming not to generate heat. The sight of purple, red, yellow, deep blue, or black skies was rather impressive. But there were other very black, deep purple, or dark blue (cloudless) skies where the sun did not appear throughout a twenty-four hour cycle. Some had one or two, tiny, perfectly arranged geometric star formations placed here and there. Some had no stars at all. In other skies there was no moon and the stellar formations stayed fixed in the same location all night long.
A strange echo could be heard in the out of doors, as though we were in a very large enclosure. Earth's dark skies had stars that were so dense it looked like a blanket of sugar granules sprinkled over it. I could always tell when I had arrived back if I saw that sky. In some places it was more than obvious that the houses and buildings were not real, but like cardboard cutouts or virtual images that did not become activated until you stepped into one. This was especially so in the evenings and after midnight, we noticed a vast difference in the worlds that were seen.
Some days we laughed at mechanical squirrels and cats seen interacting with real animals. We believed the squirrels had cameras for eyes because usually at least one would sit motionless for untold hours outside the window, staring at our activities without blinking. It would leave when we closed the blinds but sometimes it would search for another window. We wondered at first if someone had been feeding them and they just wanted food. However, it was not surprising to find out that they did not eat anything we tried to feed them. They would fight the other squirrels to get the food then they would move to a short distance away and just drop it on the ground.
There were flies that just showed up when there were no doors or windows open and seemed to be larger than normal and they too were perceived to have tiny cameras for eyes. Their behavior was out of the ordinary in comparison to normal flies, seeming to display an intellegent motive in their every action. They did not maneuver themselves like the real thing, more straight and concise.
It was evident at times the batteries were running low in certain cats that walked around outside the building at night . They had glowing green eyes and they would move in very slow jerky motions, emitting sounds like a warped tape recording. Watching this made us laugh hysterically.
We sometimes observed flowers, trees and shrubbery that was far different from anything we had ever seen. As an example, beautiful and exotic flowers started growing in the back yard during winter.
While witnessing one strange reality, a red mole appeared in the center of my brow. My friends teased that it was a third eye. The red mole was still there when we returned from what I thought was a virtual world, but how could it come from a fabricated place? It is still there today.
Generally, after we returned from these other worlds or realities, we needed rest. I often slept for four and five days without moving a muscle. I had to wrap myself up in a white cotton sheet and assume the resting posture of a mummy with my arms folded across my chest. This was not some sort of ritual. The cotton sheet protected me from static electricity. At times my waist long hair stood straight up in the air for no apparent reason (there were no power lines in the area). The posture was something that I found comfortable through trial and error. This allowed me to sleep peacefully and have unusually clear dreams.
Additionally, by using this precaution the evil beings were prevented from using teleportation on me while I slept. I did not like waking up with pinholes and bruises; it gave me an attitude. A lot of these effects seemed to be from a certain flaw in one of the teleportation units. I believed that an imbalance of electrically charged negative-ions caused most malfunctions in their time or space altering procedures.
Upon awakening, I was always asked by the navy man to describe every detail of my dreams. They were quite often dreams of travel, accompanied by angels to other parts of the world, where I had witnessed events that were taking place at that time. It was amazing how accurate the dreams described some disaster or current world news event just before the media reported on it. Other dreams were about colorful worlds full of joy and wonders.
THE OTHERS- I decided to include the rest of the information about different bodies on different levels of reality that we became very aware of during teleportation/time travel.
Recently a movie titled “The One” with the actor, Jet Lee, was released. When I saw the movie I couldn’t believe how closely the story defined what we had seen. However, the explanation that we became aware of years ago was a little different.
During our research and experience with parallel realities, we had discovered that each of us possessed a specific number of ourselves that we called our “others.” We actually became one with them in each level of reality that we visited, and saw through their eyes. Some were bad, and others were good striving to learn about being better. At one point, we in the group discussed the possibility that we were given the power to choose which ones may continue to live and which ones must be eliminated. However, we were not sure how to do this, read on. We found that to lose any one of the good ones was not a good thing. It limited the individual’s personal growth by concentrating the weak or destructive points. The more good “others” a person lost to death, the more one aged and became inflexible in their ability to learn, or became “set in their ways.”
In the movie, “The One,” Jet Lee was bent on eliminating all but the one he was (as the one aware of this concept). He set out to kill off all of the others. This act supposedly increased the person’s energy and power down to one person, the victor.
We surmised that whenever anyone came close to death, and it seemed as though they were miraculously spared, they had actually lost one of their “others’ in that way, and had sensed it.
I wondered if maybe when people are having difficulty in their lives, it can mean one of two things: they may be the target of an "evil other," or it is because too many evil others are living and more of the good ones have died off. In either case, it may be up to each individual to pray for a higher power to make them whole; take care of himself or herself physically, mentally and spiritually, and thereby change the destructive others to constructive others. Then we may understand what role the others play in this reality and all the realities where the others reside. We may inherit other realities as the result.
Lizzyman:
My pet lizzard, TC-Amrak-Gorm....
LIZARD BEINGS- After about the third month into the testing, we started experiencing physical contact with other worlds. A parallel reality involving little lizard beings had opened up. One day, we heard something or someone running back and forth across the floor upstairs. After a while, it sounded like several children around the age of five in size running and crashing into things as they played. We would look up there but see nothing, although, we could still hear the sounds and feel something bumping into us. It became a concern when they would pull our hair, bite, which left distinctive marks (like little teeth impressions) and leave little fingerprint bruises. The first time I saw visual proof of one, is when I noticed it standing upright like a human, in front of a sliding glass door, in the sunlight. There, on the white curtain was its outline, around three feet tall, with a lizard shaped head, chubby build, and a stubby tail about a foot long. It was just staring out from the doorway while it ate a bug of some kind.
Soon, we observed a strange type of window to another world out the sliding glass doors in the back of the apartment. One night, we saw what looked like a very large screen hovering there in front of the trees. On the screen, was a scene depicting a prehistoric jungle with the little lizard men up in the trees. They had the appearance of being half-alligator and half-human. We noticed a slight green color to them, but there were no scales. Their heads were more human looking with a slightly projected muzzle, two slits for nostrils, and a mouth that was more reptilian. Their eyes were rather large and slanted, with eyelids. One was snatching a bird from a nest then biting its head off. Another one was catching and eating big insects beneath another tree. We had a couple more encounters with them physically, then I used the energy in my hands to send them away.
Again the same type of screen appeared later. We saw images showing scenes of me as a child. I seemed to be around the age of five. I was with a blonde woman in a place that looked like the same lush green prehistoric forest that the lizards were seen in. Everything growing in them was luxuriant and tropical, enormous in comparison to the forests here. I was puzzled about who the woman could be, not recognizing her from my past. I had the strangest feeling about her though, like she was someone very dear to me. In another scene she was speaking with a woman that reminded me of my second grade teacher whom I loved, while I was seated on a blanket spread out on the ground. Standing behind me in rows were these little people about my size. They all looked the same, like little scientists with white over coats and big thick glasses. At the time, I thought it was Venus or another planet on another dimension. Some of my friends said they thought it was Mars, others speculated it was time travel to earth's beginnings. We studied the details in what seemed to be a pre-recorded home movie of this place for a long while. I could hardly believe I was watching myself at this age, playing so contentedly in such a place, not to mention, on a giant screen that floated. After this experience, I mentioned to the navy man that I felt a deep sense of sadness, betrayal, and grief relating to the blonde woman, not able to remember why. I felt she had led me into things I could not understand, and it caused me to feel “different” and alone here in this life.
THE BLONDE WOMAN- I had one very special friend I called Tomaz. He was every bit as eccentric as I was about letting the most ethereal things just happen. Neither of us cared how bizarre it might look to others. One evening I met a woman from “somewhere else.” My friend Tomaz brought her to meet me. He introduced us and then walked out of the room and took the navy man with him. I thought it was rather peculiar the way he did this.
She didn’t talk, and neither did I, but the telepathic communication was all very clear. She would pick some object up, and I would answer her questions about it in my mind. When she pointed at something somewhere in the room, I would tell her what she wanted to know about it. Why? It was obvious to me she knew absolutely nothing about this world. After a while, Tomaz allowed the navy man to enter the room, and see why he was not hearing a verbal conversation between us. He stood at the edge of the room watching as she and I exchanged our silent communication. The navy man was confused and kept asking Tomaz what we were talking about in our minds. Tomaz told him we had things to catch up on, and it was only for her and I to understand.
The two of us talked about rather complex matters, some concerning other worlds. I was a bit surprised myself to discover all that I knew. It was as though she was extracting information buried deep in my mind…perhaps long lost memories. I had no idea as to whether they were truly mine or not.
Soon, Tomaz told her it was time to go. We exchanged eye contact, and I could tell she was scared and sad. I tried to reassure her by smiling. I knew somehow, she would not understand a hug.
After they had gone, the navy man asked what the whole thing was about. I told him, from what I could put into words; her reason for visiting was because she needed to know something. We both needed closure, and she came to fulfill what was set into motion at some other time. I asked him if he recognized her from anywhere. He said she seemed familiar but didn’t know where he’d seen her before. I reminded him of the blonde woman up on the screen from a few weeks back, the one that held me on her lap as a child. He nearly fainted. It was her all right, he agreed, although she was older in person.
Four months later, Tomaz told us that the very night she had visited, she hung herself. He found her 3 days later. I was very sad, and I still don’t understand why she did it. He said he had known her a long time. The thing that attracted him to her was how she was so childlike and seemed lost in this world. She had difficulty relating to it. She spoke often of going “home,” to a place far from here. That evening he mentioned me; and told her maybe I could help. She insisted that she meet me.
Tomaz said she smiled all the way back to her apartment, then they exchanged their good nights and he left. He said if he had truly seen any indication that she was about to end her life, he would have stayed with her.
HOVER CRAFT- We saw special cars that moved about swiftly at night as though floating on a cloud (hover crafts). They made a high-pitched whirring sound. They were simple to maneuver since they were evidently a part of virtual realities (I was able to drive one once). They hugged the road as though there were magnetic fields that guided them. I proved to my friends that no matter how hard a person tried they could not crash them. After reaching speeds of 50 mph or more, I would step on the brake and stop inches away from an object. The amazing thing was that we were not thrown forward by G-forces. It proved to be a frightful experience for my friends when I demonstrated this theory the first time. But, they were astounded after I tried it again with same result.
I was fascinated with the world where the hovercrafts moved about. There was an esoteric peace and serenity resounding there that I cannot forget. The city was unlike anything on earth. The lights were spectacular, with an otherworldly neon effect. The sky was particularly black with unfamiliar stellar formations. The most exquisite beauty and perfection was everywhere. Streets were ultra clean, quiet and corruption was nowhere to be seen. Everywhere we went in public, we never saw more than just a few people out. The people were not like strangers at all. They openly spoke to us about things of a spiritual nature. There was a telepathic communication shared with them that felt natural and comfortable, like we had known them forever. These places didn't seem like the hanger or replicated sites we had been taken to before. They didn't have an echo, then again, maybe they were much larger.
THE DANCE- One day, the groups discovered I had the ability to accomplish the same time transcending maneuver with a different method than what the extraterrestrials were using. I began to display swift, intricately maneuvered actions with my hands. They were astonished. To me the motions resembled an artistic excellence seemingly sparked at the beginning of creation. It was as though someone had later altered the perfect flow of these actions into Martial Arts. But, the movements were more fluid, accurate, yet beyond a formulated timing that could not be learned intentionally. It was not to be used for aggressive contact with another person or objects. The extremely fast, uninterrupted, slight brushing movements of one hand with the other created a whisper of musical anthems. The anthems were distinct songs from separate worlds. The navy man and I referred to it as The "Show of Hands."
When I would allow the perfectly coordinated actions of my hands to spread to movements of my entire person, it was an awesome display of speed and accuracy totally harmonized between the right and left sides of my body and limbs. It was void of sensuality, and was called simply, "The Dance." It was impeccably orchestrated communication. Each precise action translated as something about the other worlds like a key. If I allowed my body to continue with the balance and flow of the force at a faster rate, the end result was a complete disappearance into a flurry of motion ending with a flash of light.
This dance was created for the purpose of entering into the other worlds and numerous separate levels of reality. The navy man told me that there were three individuals in the entire vastness of space that could exemplify The Dance flawlessly. He said it was other world beings that served the Father Creator. I once executed the dance along with them, as I perceived them on a different energy level. The perfection of the lightning fast movements, seeming to come within a micron of each other's forms, was spiritually empowered by the purest elation. Once my entire being entered into a separate world with them, others could be pulled through as a heightened consciousness was achieved (by having witnessed The Dance).
When I first followed through with the maneuvers from beginning to end, it was far beyond ordinary logic, but these things happened literally with witnesses. It was the ancient spiritual equivalent to the use of technologically induced instantaneous travel. After that, I would enter the other fascinating worlds just by asking the Father Creator for His assistance, because once the dance had been carried out, I could step through other time or space portals just by thinking about it.
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastics 3:1,4.
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