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14 March 2020

Alien Abduction & Demonic Possession are One in the Same


While I hesitate to reveal this account, I do so willingly for one reason and one goal; to help free others who are lost in the mystery of their own experiences and lost in the finding meaning of it. It is my hope that someone will benefit from my story.


In 2017, I walked away from a lucrative management position with a major outdoor industry company and set out to engage in something more fulfilling (though I did not know yet what that something was). I felt led to write a historical account that might help people better understand our past as a nation. While researching for my manuscript, I stumbled into many rabbit holes and had a number of “interesting” crumbs dropped into my lap. However, it was not until I stumbled onto a video (Age of Deceit) that I had my own personal world shaken to its core. In the video, I heard an account from Whitley Strieber and his abduction experiences. I nearly fainted as I listened to his descriptions of his experience in his books Communion & Transformation. What did all this have to do with me personally? For that, we must time travel.

In the spring of 1997, I became saved by the grace and blood of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. However, I—like so many had no mentor or anyone to guide me through my new faith. That fall I went to college as a theater major (Acting) where my subsequent years were heavy laden with new age spirituality hyper-homosexuality, and eastern mysticism. Some of the activities conducted during many of my classes were subtly substantially misleading at best, spiritually harmful—though I was not aware of it at the same. In January of 2000, I had an experience that to this day (almost twenty years later) I cannot explain. While sleeping in my girlfriend’s apartment one early morning, I had a dream. In this dream, I became possessed by……something. 

I had never dreamt such a dream ever before. I awakened frightened and shaken. However, many moments later, I had calmed my self and struggled to return to sleep. I was not prepared for what would happen next. The entity that had robbed me of myself in the dream…took me over in reality… 

Frightened and terrified do not come close. Eventually, the ‘experience’ would end but I would never be the same again. I struggled for years to make sense of what had happened to me in that room that day. I recounted what happened to my mother who I had always esteemed as the most spiritual person in our family and my rock of faith. She admitted to me that while my father attended seminary in Washington D.C. during their engagement days that he had attended several Church of Satan meetings while “researching a paper”. Whether this has anything to do with what happened to me that day I do not know. (But interestingly, I have since heard of the “lascivious” spirit that Solomon supposedly conjured up in the Testament of Solomon, chapter 71. What’s so curious is it claims to possess men, whom it cannot destroy, with a demon, who causes them “to devour their own flesh”… Every male in my immediate family (including myself) have chewed our finger-cuticles which was a habit begun from our Nana and her mother Nana Zeisloft (my father’s mother and grandmother). I just discovered this text less than two weeks ago.)

As I sat listening to his describing this phenomenon, I got absolute chills running up my spine. My event occurred on January 24th 2000. I dug out an old journal where I knew I had written the account of that day. The following description is what happened to me:

January 26th, 2000 (it had taken a couple days for me to process before writing)

THE EXPERIENCE
I had gone to bed that night late, and throughout the night had a dreams that were all unusual by nature. One dream I had dreamt involved my father and I at a dinner table. The subject or environment I can’t recall but I remember becoming angry towards my father because he wanted his way concerning the conflict. I “told him off” and he got up and left—end of dream. The following dream, I was playing tag with a young woman in my father’s old church. Her identity still alludes my memory. After I drifted back to sleep, I found myself in the rafters of a cross between another (or the same) church and a large theater-house. My girlfriend and I had just seen the musical 1776 (mostly male cast) that night. There was one man on the floor (of the stage) calling places for each character in the show on an individual basis. (Not the way it usually works) I was looking down at this “stage manager” and other members of the cast (all male) whom all stood 20-30+ feet below me (in the rafters). As I began to worry about where I was, I started looking around for somewhere I could go to be ‘in place’ when my characters name was called out. I then spotted this 3 ½ - 4 foot tall glass door and I knew that that was where I was supposed to be. I crawled over to it and could see inside the door lay a small cubicle. The walls were white and the glass door had a small wooden boarder around it. The cubicle was approximately 4 foot in depth, 3 and a half foot wide, by 4 feet in height. I looked and saw that there was a 2 ½ - 3 ft. gap between the rafters and the landing of the cubicle. I cannot remember if the door had been opened or closed when I first saw it. I stepped over the gap and into this cubicle. Sat down, crossed my legs (Indian style); at that moment when I sat down & the man on the floor called out my character’s name (which I don’t know or remember) I felt an energy explode & fill me like water rapidly filling a glass. It felt like a thousand fireworks exploded within me simultaneously. As the presence of it infected me to its peak, my eyes grew inhumanly wide. With these huge eyes that within a second were not mine or under my control, I looked very slowly at the men on the floor who were once ignorant of my presence in the rafters were looking at whoever/whatever I was. With two very stiff fingers (index & middle) it pointed and pressed against this glass door, it slowly pushed the door open. Looking at the men it opened my mouth and in a voice I had never heard from myself that was an eerie, ear-piecing, but not high in pitch and somewhat nasal voice, “Hello there.” “You know who I am?”

ALIEN ABDUCTION
What remained so peculiar about my experience is, for a long time, I did not know what to make of it. I had heard about sleep paralysis and the scientific explanation of what the body and mind are capable of however the details (as you will read in a minute) and timing just did not satisfy. You can imagine my astonishment then while listening to Whitley Strieber’s detailing of his abduction experience and my shock and horror realizing what he was describing was—for the first time ever, over eighteen years later—the exact same thing that had happened to me. It makes no sense until one realizes that the two (alien abduction/demonic possession) can be (or are) one in the same. I had never seen or experienced any “extraterrestrial” before or since that morning. But as I heard Strieber utter these words, the color must have left my face. This is his account of his alien abduction, “I became entirely given over to extreme dread. The fear was so powerful that it seemed to make my personality completely evaporate… ‘Whitley’ ceased to exist. What was left was a body and a state of raw fear so great that it swept about me like a thick, suffocating curtain, turning paralysis into a condition that seemed close to death…I died and a wild animal appeared in my place.” (Communion, p. 25-26) I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Someone was describing—exactly!—what I had felt that day all those years ago.

Then, in a later book called Transformation he wrote, “Increasingly I felt as if I were entering a struggle that might even be a struggle for my soul, my essence, or whatever part of me might have reference to the eternal. There are worse things than death, I suspected… so far the word demon had never been spoken among the scientists and doctors who were working with me… I felt an absolutely indescribable sense of menace. It was hell on earth to be there [in the presence of these entities], and yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t get away. I’d lay still as death, suffering inner agonies. Whatever was there seemed so monstrously ugly, so filthy and dark and sinister. Of course they were demons. They had to be. And they were here and I couldn’t get away.” (Transformation, p. 181)

I—at hearing/feeling that voice—was aware there was an evil inside me that was not expected. I became frightened and horrified. I told myself to wake up in the hope of it all just being a dream…. I opened my eyes… it was just a dream. <wheew> I was back in bed with my heart still racing from when I had heard the voice. I became calm & at peace at the realization of it just being a dream. I rolled over from my stomach onto my back. Closed my eyes. Started to feel myself slip back into a slumber when I felt the presence from the dream fill my body with just as much quickness and efficiency. I opened my eyes at the first awareness of it. I was in the bed. I was laying on my back in bed. It felt as if my whole body was stretched out and pressed down into the mattress. How could this demon from my dream cross over from my subconscious into reality? It made no sense. But it was 100% real! My eyes were opened big in fear again, yet they didn’t feel like mine like before. I only existed in the immeasurable depths of my mind. A tiny small voice inside of a huge cathedral. I knew what was inside me even though it never revealed itself to me for the 20 ¾ years I have been on this earth. I was being possessed. 

RESCUE
I tried to speak the piece of scripture I had always (growing up a pastor’s kid) held close to my heart, Psalm 23—but couldn’t find any of the words. At my loss, I found that not only could I not open my mouth, I couldn’t even feel my mouth. I tried to cry out for my girlfriend who lay next to me fast asleep. I tried praying in my own way pleading the Lord to rid me of the powerful presence inside me. My prayer as I tried to find the words felt like it was being battled with the presence who fought to keep that voice inside my head mute. 
I began to recall the Lord’s prayer. I said it as fast as I could inside myself, when I reached the part “…and deliver us from evil…” I found myself repeating that over & over & over “Deliver me from evil!” “please oh Lord—deliver me from this evil presence”. 
As I made my plea, I very slowly felt the tight grip on the nap of my neck release, hold, release, & hold again. I could feel a battle being fought. I repeated the line from the Lord’s prayer. Like sands falling from an hour glass, the presence floated out of me. I could feel my body again and my inner voice became bigger and louder. My heart, which I could not feel earlier was beating faster than that of a small bird. I thanked and thanked and thanked the Lord for coming to my rescue. I, still in a great deal of shock, began to become confident that whatever was inside me was gone. This experience was very fresh and weighed heavily on my thoughts in the day that proceeded my getting out of bed. An experience I pray never happens to me again. No one should ever have to feel fear of that magnitude. Ever get lost as a child? Know that horrifying fear that overwhelms you? THAT, is just a small degree of the terrifying fear I had felt that morning……”

To this day I am haunted by that dream and that partial-possession, sleep paralysis, whatever you want to call it. Sleep paralysis can explain some of it but not all. Since hearing Whitley’s account I have read Chris Smiths book Sleep Paralysis and that has also served to confirm my deepest suspicions of what may have happened that day, though it is still somewhat shrouded in mystery. Though I have had many similar trace-dreams I have never had anything like it since. 

Seeing the movie the Exorcist in my twenties was startling as the only voice I have ever heard like the one from my dream was the voice of the demonically possessed girl from the film. The latest dream I have had was approximately three months ago when I dreamt I had seen 3-4 very tall luminescent blue beings walking several hundreds of yards away from me when I spoke, they stopped (they were walking very slowly with the same gate as the cloners from the star wars prequels), and turned their faceless heads toward me when I began to levitate into the air slowly but increasing enough to fill me with a sense of fear. I simply knew whatever it was was trying to “take me”. As I climbed ever higher, and higher still—being level if not above the Bitterroot Mountain peaks by my home, I began to pray ardently for Christ to end the experience. I woke up and prayed for peace for the rest of the morning. I have learned to start praying more when plagued by such dreams. 

I don’t know how any of this could be of any assistance to others. But if my story can help bring understanding than so be it. I have never felt my spiritual self squashed down to the smallest speck of my being while something else toyed around with my physical. 

I will be soon (as soon as my manuscript is finished) going through my old college files as I am suspicious if a particular acting exercise (while playing King Claudius in Hamlet) may or may not have correlated in the timeline of events. This particular exercise consisted of me going into a blacked out basement classroom with the objects strung out everywhere. Per the professor’s instruction, I had to (in my blinded state) make it to the other side and back. He had my classmates play the role of “little demons in the dark” taunting, harassing, and toying with me—psychologically—the entire time. I do not know what to make of it but I am nearly certain the two happened relatively within the same six-ish months of one another. The best way to lose, mislead, and destroy a newly saved Christian is to send them to an American college campus. 

May God bless those who read this story, as I am still somewhat lost about what it all means, why it happened, and what I am to make of it.

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Whitley Strieber (3 Book Set) Transformation, The Secret School, Confirmation


Age Of Deceit: Fallen Angels and the New World Order

29 February 2020

Plants and Consciousness

I do get plants have a consciousness. Their consciousness extends to feeling energies and frequencies around them. I see that is why when people sing or talk to their plants, the plant actually grows better. The plants pick up on the human connection, and it promotes health.  I get that when people pick plants, vegetables, herbs, etc, take a moment and have some gratitude. Even a simple "thank you" in your mind can mean a lot. They will feel your appreciation and yield a healthier, and even more nutritious crop. What is interesting if they are part of a collective consciousness with each other too. For example, if you are in a forest and causing harm / destruction, when you enter a different area, the plants feel it and are "on guard." They feel it and pick up on what your intentions are.- Lynn Psychic Focus  
I became aware of a strange high-pitched tweeting sound of excitement all around me.  The sound was one of millions of tiny particles or entities communicating excitedly among themselves. I looked around me to ascertain what was causing this vibrational delightful sound... and then realized the sound came from the trees, the leaves, the branches and other plants. - anon 
My friend said he knew exactly what that noise is because he has heard it heaps of times when he is in the wheat paddock just before the wheat comes into head. He always assumed it was the dry stalks and the wind making the noise, he says that it can get very noisy after a shower of rain. It sounded like a whispering at first and he was looking around for its source, then it became like a little chatter which grew in intensity to the point where it felt very loud. He just associated it with the harvest because he hadn't heard it anywhere else. He said there needs to be shower of rain and warm weather. I might mention he has also told me that animals eat grass into the wind so the plants don't know the animal is coming and can maintain its sweetness. - Steve  
I really believe that, I had a fern on each stereo speaker years ago, and was into relaxation and meditation music, they grew so lush and huge but I didn't click on till my son moved in and while i was at work pumped ACDC music all day. Weeks later I wondered why the ferns were starting to die, I moved them to different areas around the room but sadly lost both. Then one day i came home early and could hear ACDC pumping out of my flat, it then got me to wondering if the  plants had died because of the music, and the volume. - Wendy Dunn
Glenda has a special gift in the garden leaving the Townsville Spiritual Church, I had a spring in my step. "I've found my life's purpose," I told my daughter Laura, 30, as we set off home in June 2004. I had just turned 50 and had found a spiritual connection with crystals at my church. Over the next 18 months, I learnt how to connect with people using crystals, then one day I decided to try something different. Going into the garden I placed my hands on a tree. It took a lot of concentration but eventually I could feel the vibrations running through my body and the tree started to speak to me. "My name is Magnolia," she said. I hopped from one tree to the next finding out their names. Cellyander, Alabaster, Jumping Jack, Gulliver and Alistair are just some of the trees I have come to know. I wanted to find out more. "Where do your names come from?" I asked.

"Some of us are named after loved ones and others from a past life,"Jellyander replied. They tell me they are here to learn love, wisdom, compassion, strength and, above all, honour. The trees have healing properties. One day I asked Alistair to heal my aching back. "Turn around and lean on my bark," he instructed. I could feel his heat coming out and soon my back was better. I've mastered the art of talking to the trees and don't have to touch them to speak to them anymore, they just comment as I walk past. "Hello, Alabaster," I call to the tree out on the highway. My husband Chris, 60, is supportive. When we're out, he'll stand with me so I don't look like I'm up to mischief. One day last year, Laura phoned excitedly to tell me about the movie Avatar. "I am going to see it," she said. "It's all about the trees being an important life force." I have been talking to the trees for almost six years now and one day I would like to work with the police to help solve cases. Gulliver the tree told me the story of when he was hit by a car. The occupants later came back and burnt the car and Gulliver was burnt as well. The burnt-out car stayed there until I campaigned for its removal. "My heartfelt thanks," Gulliver said. "After being hit and then burnt I am recovering thanks to you. The land is still in danger from the oil spill but time will heal that." I know that people will probably think I'm a little eccentric, but I can cope with that. I have a rare gift and I will do all I can to help my friends of the forest. 


First appeared in That's Life Magazine May 2011



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Talks With Trees; A Plant Psychic's Interviews with Vegetables, Flowers and Trees


Whispers from the Trees: The Book

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15 February 2020

The Woman at the Top

Glamis Castle Scotland
Supposedly the most feared person in the world is Somerset Belenoff. People are quite frightened of her and her power.  In fact, no less than Vladimir Putin has called her the most beautiful woman in the world and was quoted saying “I fear only three things in this world; Lady Belenoff, illness and death, in that order.” Her daughter, Karina Belenoff, openly runs a cannibal restaurant in Los Angeles called Hollydale with a private website called People Are Meat dot com, and the British royal court is forbidden from saying her name aloud. 

What does a psychic say about her?
When I tune into this, I get a VERY dark vibe. Everything surrounding her feels very low. She resided in spirit for hundreds of years, and decided she needed to incarnate here in the 3D to get a better control. I get something about Somerset not being her "real" name, but it is the name she uses for public purposes. People know and refer to her by something else on the dark web or in secret communications. I also get that she doesn't experience our linear timeline or age as most humans do (she can manipulate time).  It doesn't look like something traumatic happened to make her this way, she was truly born with a dark life path, and being low vibe drew other low vibe beings to her. In spirit she was aligned with negative entities, and after she incarnated it looks as though she would call upon these beings to help with her mission of fear and control here on earth. It was no accident that she became a person of power and influence, as that was her intent when she incarnated.  The royal bloodlines are flooded with Reptilian and Archon connections, but her's is very strong. She came here to get control of the Reptilians as she felt they were "slipping" or "being lazy." She is definitely someone to watch, and someone to keep at an arm's length. And that is all I have for this reading. You may want to take a moment and mentally cleanse and protect yourself after that reading (I know I am).
Who is Lady Somerset, Countess of Banbury and Arran?
She is the third cousin of Queen Elizabeth II and she is also the current head of the World Governing Council, as well as the chief executive officer of the World Security Office. She sits unchallenged atop the Illuminati hierarchy and she rules with an iron fist. She has consistently demonstrated a willingness to track down and destroy those hostile to her agenda. Her motto is "Debate is required, respectful dissent is allowed, betrayal is a death sentence." Within the realm of world governance, there is no one who wields more power. Somerset Belenoff emerges as a complex and often contradictory character, at times kind and compassionate, often whimsical, but always dangerous. She emerges as a powerful and generous friend to those close to her, and a ruthless enemy, capable of instilling cold, abject terror in those who stand against her.

Elizabeth Somerset Feodorovna Bowes-Lyon Belenoff (born May 1, 1953) is a British aristocrat, born at Glamis Castle, As a child, she was known to spook family members and guests with casual, factual statements about long dead relatives who had died in Glamis Castle, often referring to them by nicknames used for them when they were alive. On one occasion, according to Princess Margaret, when Belenoff was 8 years old she joined a grown-up card game and played extremely well, winning several hands. When the astonished adults asked how she learned to play so well, she replied that she had been playing cards on a regular basis with Earl Beardie in a hidden room within the castle since she was 3 years old. "Earl Beardie can beat the devil at cards," she announced, "and sometimes I can beat the devil too." Earl Beardie is distant relative of the current royal family who lived in Glamis Castle and died there in 1486.

The Countess of Banbury and Arran is the de facto head of an ancient dynasty, House of Wettin, that has ruled over much of Europe for more than a thousand years. The sheer number of aristocratic bloodlines in her pedigree, combined with her charisma and personal magnetism, placed her in a unique position to assume the practical leadership, which is really Europe's most elite dynasty. Affectionately referred to as The Witch of Glamis Castle. Queen Elizabeth has forbidden the use of the term within her inner circle and has instructed that Miss Belenoff be addressed as Countess, Lady Glamis, or Lady Somerset

"Well, I knew the Countess when she was 16 years old, before she was a Countess and before the whole, Wettin, World Governing Council stuff. She was one of the beautiful young people who orbited the rock and roll scene back in the 60s and we were a pretty rough lot. She was called Lilibet back then, sort of a nickname for Elizabeth, which is actually her first name. At first we thought, you know, she's the Queen's cousin, she's beautiful and we like having her around, but you know, we have to look after her, you know, protect her from some of these predatory gorillas around us... She'd go away to school in China, she was majoring in Mathematics, already at university, really advanced for her age. Or she'd leave for a few weeks up to Glamis or to Clarence House (in London) and then she'd pop back into our lives every couple of months and you know she and Jimmy (Page) used to have these friendly occult challenges where they'd sit across from each other and see who could make the other person's chair fall over. Silly games like that, and I remember one thing she could do that Jimmy could not is she could actually, literally drop the temperature in the room. One day we all went up to Hampstead where some of Jimmy's Golden Dawn associates had a big old spooky house. These geezers were former students of Aleister Crowley and they had a new magical circle called The Resurrected Circle of the Golden Dawn or some such shite, and Jimmy wanted to introduce them to Lilibet (Miss Belenoff). Well we get there and there's this intense feeling of dread and darkness, like pure evil in the house and it didn't seem right to bring a young girl to such a place. So introductions were made and we all sat around in chairs like in a circle and she and Jimmy and these 3 old geezers start doing the challenge thing like she used to do with Jimmy. And she and Jimmy had always been about equal in their abilities, you know. Now these old guys were like real old school evil sorcerers and straight away they start moving their hands around in the air and you can see Lilibet's chair start to shake. Like I said, Jimmy and I were both very like, protective of Lilibet so we were feeling pretty bad about how this was starting to go down, you know. Like it was supposed to be a friendly competition but these guys were taking it to another level. Then one of the guys starts making gestures with his right hand like in a choking motion and pointing it toward Lilibet's throat, and you can see it's having an effect on her. So Jimmy and I both decide to get up from our chairs and end this but we can't move! We can't stand up and we can't even move our hands! At first when they did this, you can see Lilibet's face and she has a shocked look but then she relaxes and she gets a smile on her face, like, 'ah, she's regained control' and at the same time the old sorcerer geezers are getting more agitated and gesturing more intensely. The other thing everyone notices is it's starting to feel really f...ing cold in the house. Now you have to remember, it's the middle of July and it's one of those hot muggy London nights, but now all of a sudden it's getting really, really cold. It's not like before when Lilibet used to drop the temperature in the room when she and Jimmy were just fooling around with the occult. This was like, Siberia f....ing cold, and it's getting worse, colder and colder still. And then the old geezers started complaining, 'I can't feel my hands!' Every window and everything made of glass has frost one it now and we can all see our breath - except Lilibet. She appeared to be totally relaxed and no visible frosty breath coming out of her mouth. As it gets even colder the old guys are starting to panic but they are unable to get up from their chairs. Then Lilibet gets a look of complete satisfaction on her face and she stands up and throws her arms into the air and at that very moment, everything made of glass explodes. The crystal in my watch, the spectacles of the old sorcerer sitting on my left, absolutely beautiful, century old stained glass windows, every piece of china in the house, which has been frozen, just explodes in this loud, very violent eruption. One of the old sorcerers had a glass eye and it was just awful to see what happened to it. The old geezer that had been making the choking motions with his right hand had been complaining that he couldn't feel his hands ... and I swear to Christ as I sit here, the bones inside his f---ing hand shattered. Shattered as though they had been made of glass, and his hand was just a bloody pulp. And understand, all of this happened within seconds of Lilibet standing up and throwing her hands into the air. It was like she broke her own spell and shattered everything that had frozen. Then two other things happened at the same time. The room became warm again immediately after everything shattered or exploded, and at the same moment, the radio in the corner of the room came on and started playing that song by The Lovin' Spoonful, "Do you believe in magic, in a young girl's heart...". Then Lilibet does a little spin and a bow with this innocent smile and as she leans down over the old sorcerer with the shattered hand and the one with the shattered glass eye she says, "That, gentlemen, is the way we do it up at Glamis!" The geezer with the shattered hand, his skin is a bloody pulp with sharp bones shattered inside is screaming at Lilibet and saying, "You've destroyed my hand you dirty she-devil!!" and Lilibet says to him, "Maybe you should remember this the next time you try to strangle a young girl." After that I realized Lilibet's occult abilities had progressed far, far beyond anything we had imagined and she didn't need anyone's protection. Later we asked her where she had learned such powerful sorcery and she said, from her friends within the walls of Glamis Castle. Several months later she and I were driving together and my car broke down in a really dangerous, dodgy part of London and Lilibet said to me, "Don't worry Peter, I won't let anything happen to you." That's 25 years ago and to me, to all of us who knew her then, she's still sweet Lilibet.
- Peter Grant

I've met your devil, sir, and frankly I was not impressed. Lucifer is a third rate demonic entity who relies on his biblical fame in attempt to hold onto power. The pathetic fool once offered to give me the world on a silver platter in return for my immortal soul. I told him I already have the world, I have the silver platter and I have no need of his silly trinkets. I told him if he annoyed us further I would take his eyes out, and he left. I was 13 years old..."
- Somerset Belenoff to Reverend Billy Graham


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  • (Some psychics are unable to access this website, it is as if they were protected from it. "..when I clicked the link, you cannot access the info. It is blocked. Very weird, and nothing I've ever seen before.")
  • (First notice you see on this website is "Update - January 13, 2020 - We are back online after experiencing a temporary disruption. Within hours of our site becoming inaccessible, we were not able to access our own website, one of the researchers for this site received a text message that read: "Your site is down. Kindly remove the photo of Zara Tabrizi from your Staff tab and remove the reference to Thalia Sunil. - S. Ling." We've done that, and we apologize to our readers for the disruption. We don't believe we would have been able to come back online if we hadn't complied. It's worth noting that the researcher who was contacted via text had only recently obtained the phone, and it was a "burner" number.")

1 February 2020

Multiple Personality Disorder




I have Dissociative Identity Disorder or DID, the same thing as Multiple Personality Disorder. I have lived with it all of my life and had no idea I had it. Many people, like me, have a dissociative disorder and live normal lives and have no idea they have one. They may struggle with many problems in life, but they rationalize all their problems away and learn to cope and deal with life on a daily basis.


Dissociation is a process in where a person disconnects from themselves in order to deal with trauma. It is completely normal and anyone who has had any kind of trauma has experienced it. However, for people who have experienced extreme abuse, they form a dissociative disorder. A dissociative disorder does not mean there is something wrong with you, as some might believe, it just signals a need to dissociate in normal everyday life in order to continue to function.

God designed dissociative identities as a protective mechanism to help people continue to function after extreme trauma. It’s a psychological mechanism that allows the human mind to hide away traumatic memories from the conscious mind. It is actually a gift from God to preserve the human mind from trauma. Unfortunately, Satan has also use dissociation to his advantage. He has used dissociation as a tool to create alternate personalities that can be a program through mind control.

As a survivor of Satanic ritual abuse, I have been trained to never speak about what has happened to me. I have actually undergone extremely traumatic abuse and torment to ensure that I would never ever speak about the things that have happened to me. I have had multiple dissociative identities created specifically to have the job to keep me quiet or to relay back to the occult that I am speaking out. I have other dissociative identities that were specifically trained to punish me if I speak out or tell their secrets, yet here I am, telling all of it because of my love for Jesus Christ.

Lucifer wants to keep us all completely clueless and in the dark that we have dissociative identities, or that we have been abused, or that our families have been involved in Satanic worship. He goes to great lengths to keep these things hidden so that we can run the programming to further his Antichrist agenda. This does not mean we are evil or that our families are evil, it just means we are subject to the sin of this world and the gods who run it.

I have come a long way in healing my dissociative identity disorder since I met Jesus Christ. Before I got saved dissociation would cause me too completely blackout while occult loyal alters would completely take over the body. When this would happen these alters would take me to places to do Satanic rituals. I have been apart of multiple covens in the area I live in and each coven would have a specific night of the week for rituals. I would also participate in the rituals for the high holy days of paganism and Satanism, as well as every national holiday.

When these occult loyal alters would take over the body I would have no idea that it ever happened. I was meeting with coven’s at Christian churches to do Satanic rituals with people who lived as Christians. I would be forced to take part in terrible things I would never consciously agree to do. Things such as human sacrifice, animal sacrifice, sexual orgies, invoking gods and goddesses, human torment, idol worship, and embodying Fallen Angels and demons.

I’m not ashamed that these things have happened in my life. Quite the contrary I am excited that I have been sent on an assignment by the Lord Jesus Christ to infiltrate the darkness and come out on the other side so that I could speak about the truth and help set the captives free. I am honored my Heavenly Father chose me and entrusted me to go into the deepest levels of the occult and be able to come out just speak the truth and to give my testimony.

You can’t imagine what pain and torment I’ve been through just to stand up for the truth and speak out about my testimony, but I would not trade one single minute of it for my old life of ignorance. Jesus Christ has transformed me from the inside out. He’s given me hope, freedom, and the greatest levels of healing that one can imagine. Yes, I grew up and a family that whored me out to Satan. I’ve been through more abuse and trauma that the human mind could never even comprehend, but all of it’s been worth it to be in the presence of God and receive His love and righteousness in my life. I’m no longer afraid of what the devil is going to do to me.

I still struggle with dissociation. For example, three months ago I went to see a doctor to get some healing for my body. I got some supplements and vitamins to get my body back into alignment, but I had parts that were trying to destroy everything the pills were doing. They were actually trying to disrupt the chemical processes in my body. Then after a week of this torment, my problems continued. I lost the bag I kept all my supplements in, even though I had left them sitting on the kitchen counter in plain sight.

My dissociative identities were programmed to keep me sick, because being sick means being controlled. It was very disheartening at first to realize I was still dissociating at this level, however, I did not let it bring me down. The enemy is desperate to shut me up, but no matter what he does I just keep diving deeper into Jesus, renouncing and repenting. As a matter of fact, everything the devil does drives me even further into repentance.

Having multiple personalities for most people looks like character traits or mood swings. For me, I might be depressed or suicidal, be extremely angry or mean, or lose regard for things of Christ completely. I might cuss and act like a rebellious teenager or get hurt by everything like a little girl. These are all dissociative alters running the body, but it looks like mood swings. There’s no visible shift or change to indicate you are switching parts. It’s completely seamless, and that’s why most people with DID don’t know they have it.

Some of the symptoms of dissociation are:
  • Forgetfulness or memory problems
  • Difficulty keeping a coherent train of thought without losing focus
  • Forgetting what you are saying or talking about
  • Inability to concentrate
  • easily distracted
  • Lack of focus
  • Zoning out or living in a fantasy world
  • Throwing yourself into a task as though nothing else existed
  • Finding yourself suddenly doing something but you don’t remember starting
  • Driving somewhere and not remembering the trip
  • The feeling of “waking up” as if you weren’t previously present
  • Being in another place or room but not knowing how you got there
  • Hearing stories about yourself that you have no memory of
  • Having an injury, sore or bruise and not knowing how it happened
  • Being in a conversation but not remembering what it’s about or what you last said
  • Missing objects, mail, email, important documents or items
  • Finding missing items in strange places
Dissociative identities are not bad or evil parts of you. They are pieces of your soul that have split off your conscious mind and fragmented by extreme trauma. These dissociative alters don’t know of any other reality outside of what they have been programmed to know and the trauma they have experienced. They were created at very young ages and are therefore emotionally immature. Often times they don’t even get an option to understand the saving grace of Jesus Christ. They need compassion and mercy, and Jesus wants nothing more than to rescue them from the hell they’ve been living in. He knows they have chosen to be loyal to the occult because the only alternative was pain or death. He has nothing but grace for these dissociative identities.

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18 January 2020

Adults putting children on the front line

The use of children as bait to create media sympathy for various causes, is an increasingly used method in the West. 

Greta Thunberg recently spoke at the UN, probably without a clue of the sinister political game she is a useful tool for. The teenager is even nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize this year. The world truly has gone mad. Thunberg, now used by the highly politicized “climate change” industry is only 16! The child is allowed to give hysterical, rude talks about the world at mass extinction, entire ecosystems collapsing, the end of the world stories. 

Swedish Greta Thunberg has a known past with mental issues, a diagnosis of Asperger’s syndrome, high-functioning autism, depression, a history of self-starvation and obsessive compulsive disorder. This is the child now pampered by power structures in society to travel the world with the mainstream media covering her every step as she gives apocalyptic speeches and end-of-the-world threats. The young girl initially found world fame just a year ago, after organizing school strikes in her home town in Sweden, skipping school and demanding climate change to be taken seriously by world leaders.

This poor young woman increasingly looks and sounds like a cult member. The monotone voice. The look of apocalyptic dread in her eyes. The explicit talk of the coming great ‘fire’ that will punish us for our eco-sins. There is something chilling and positively pre-modern about Ms Thunberg. One can imagine her in a sparse wooden church in the Plymouth Colony in the 1600s warning parishioners of the hellfire that will rain upon them if they fail to give up their witches.

We are in the beginning of a mass extinction and all you can talk about is money and fairytales of eternal economic growth.” - Thunberg
This is utter stupidity. Thunberg, would not even be able to travel was it not for economic growth and billion dollar wealth pushed into the very same industry she now is a poster child for. Who writes her speeches? The person should be fired. 
She’s ignorant, maniacal and is being mercilessly manipulated by adult climate bedwetters funded by Putin,” - Steve Milloy 
I find her passion admirable, albeit her rhetoric can be very hectoring and annoying. But I think she’s being used, and I worry about her more than her supporters seem to.”  - Piers Morgan
Greta is a Swedish child who is being exploited by her parents and by the international left. Her simplicity and childish outlook is exactly the reason why she has been exploited.
I honestly don’t understand why adults would choose to spend their time mocking and threatening teenagers and children for promoting science, when they could do something good instead. I guess they must simply feel so threatened by us” – Greta Thunberg 
Years ago at a school picket line a few parents were told by passing women that they should be reported to child protection for abusing their children. This was a picket line, early in the morning before school started, with children under the age of eight holding their parents’ hands, with painted signs urging onlookers to “save the turtles”. 

Let me predict that nobody will care what will happen to this child in later years, when Thunberg has outdone her use to the mainstream powers. Whoever is responsible for the abuse of Greta, let him stop. Let her go home and finish her schooling and get a bright future in Sweden. 

Once it is over, and Greta Thunberg stops being useful to whoever is paying for all of this, we will never hear from her again. 

Is this an Auzzie Greta?
A ten year old, barely at the legal age to know right from wrong, is again in the forefront of climate protesters in Sydney.

Isolde (Issy) Raj-Seppings 10, whose home was incinerated in Australia's bushfire crisis, was with her father outside Kirribilli House along with other protesters, who were demanding Prime Minister Scott Morrison take action on climate change. The pair were among dozens ordered to move on by police deployed at the scene on Sydney's Lower North Shore. 
I'm asking you and your father to cease your actions which are preventing police from opening this closed road," a Senior Constable says to the young girl. "I now direct you to move off this temporarily closed roadway so that we can reopen the road. I must warn you that should you fail to comply with my direction, you may be arrested – Do you understand Issy?" 
NSW Greens MP David Shoebridge is among hundreds who have since come out in support of Issy. 
Kids like this are leading the way and we need to have their back and make sure when they're calling for climate action their calls are heard in Parliament" 
No matter how courageous the child, no matter how well a child holds themselves in front of adversity, this is nothing less than using a child as a political front to gain media sympathy. The parents should be held accountable for child abuse, for betraying their children’s right to have a normal childhood free from the adult world of political undertakings. 

If you want to put your children at the forefront of climate change a much more effective way to do this would be to ensure they get a good education and help them to move in political circles where they have better chances of making climate changes where it counts.

Issy and father Sydney climate rally
Issy and her father at the Sydney climate rally

Psychic Focus Question and Answer
Question
Greta Thunberg- What are your thoughts on her and her climate activism? I have heard that she is a puppet...Is she sparking a revolution of awareness? Is climate change real...or the natural evolution of Earth? Are we at the beginning of our extinction?

Answer 
When I think about the climate, and the fears being propagated, I get it is just that, FEAR. Earth is massive, and she knows how to cleanse and purge what needs to happen. Yes, there are man made factors at play, but in the BIG picture, man alone cannot evoke, change, or stop a climate change that is in full force. 

During the Ice Age, people didn't trigger it anymore than cow farts trigger it now. I see the climate is changing, the sun looks hotter (and emits a brighter white light), the seasons are shifting, and drastic weather patterns appear. Some is manufactured, but the major cause is due to the magnetosphere being pulled on by other planetary bodies which shifts our own equilibrium. No amount of grounded planes or cars off the road will stop the shift of true north which effects weather streams and currents in the ocean. The force is too large, and one things has nothing to do with the other.

I get that the very left leaning people have enlisted Greta to pull on emotions, spread fear, and try to wins votes. There is A LOT of money to be made on going "green" and implementing these ideas. Taxes can be imposed, government funding can be requested, and newer "ideas" (GMO, chemical based food, etc) can be tested. 

If you want to do good to the earth then meditate, send positive energy, help lift the collective consciousness, but don't contribute to the fear. If Mother Gaia wants to cleanse herself, she will, and the change we are talking about will take many human lifetimes to accomplish. 


An Interview with Greta


They coach these young kids to prey on emotions of the masses...

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8 January 2020

Firefighter compensation government sham and red-tape debacle

Only a very few volunteer firefighters or SES members are likely to be eligible for the compensation package promised by the Prime Minister Scott Morrison and the Premier Annastacia Palaszczuk. 

The promise was that if the volunteer spent 10 days or more on the fire line or in direct support of those on the fire line, then they could be eligible for up to $300 per day, capped at $6,000. The details of the compensation package were revealed yesterday and on investigation the Fassifern Guardian has found that the reality falls far short of the expectations raised by the promises.

  • The expectation was that the volunteer could claim for the first 10 days on the fire line and any days thereafter.

WRONG.

The first 10 days makes the volunteer eligible, but those first 10 days cannot be claimed, only day 11 onwards can be claimed.

  • The expectation was that the volunteer could claim $300 per day.
WRONG.

The volunteer can only claim their normal working day wage, after tax.

  • The expectation was that the volunteer could claim for the day they spent on the fire line.
WRONG.

If the volunteer’s normal working day was 8.00am to 5.00pm and they spent from 6.00pm to 10.00am fighting fires or directly supporting those fighting fires and then turned up for work, then they can only claim the two hours out of their normal working day - 8.00am to 10.00am.

If the volunteer did a deal with their boss and worked out of hours to make up for the time they were away from work, then they cannot claim compensation.

If the volunteer was retired and does not have a ‘working day’ then they too are not eligible to claim compensation.

In announcement on the Liberal party website it was posted: "The Prime Minister says this will include farmers, small business owners, tradies and contract workers in rural and regional areas who have been hit especially hard by this fire season."

But if the volunteer is a primary producer and cannot prove that they lost income by being away from their property to fight the fires, then they too are not eligible to claim compensation. The Fassifern is experiencing the worst drought on record, many are not planting crops due to lack of water; many have had to sell the majority or all of their herd due to lack of feed and water and many simply do not have an income - and so they too will not be eligible to claim compensation.

  • The expectation was that the compensation would be a fair and equitable process and that all volunteers could claim for the 10 days or more they spent on the fire line.

WRONG.

If the volunteer was a part time or casual worker and fought the fires on days they would not normally be working, then they cannot claim for those days.

If the volunteer undertook a full working day and then spent much of the night on the fire line before turning up to work the next day, they cannot claim for any of those hours on the fireline.

If the volunteer did not fight on the fire line and undertook, for example, the role of getting out of bed as soon as one or more of the trucks returned to the fire shed to undertake maintenance - check the engines, clean the filters, top up the fuel tanks and the water tanks so the firies could take a break before returning to the fire line and the support worker did this before turning up to their normal place of work - they are not eligible to claim compensation.

OPINION:
The Fassifern Guardian contends that there is a huge difference between the expectations raised by the promises made by the Prime Minister and the Premier and the reality.

The promises were made long before the details of the eligibility criteria were revealed and won front page headlines.

Perhaps those who designed the eligibility criteria should have first spent a 12 to 18 hour day on the fire line - as many of our firefighters did on the 74 days of fire in the Fassifern - then perhaps they would not equate a normal working day with the horror, the sweat, the heat, the physical and mental hardship and the danger of fighting or mopping up after a wildfire.

The promise
Eligibility criteria: 10 days or more volunteering as a Rural Fire Brigade member fighting fire

Compensation: $300 per day up to a maximum of $6,000

The reality in Queensland
Eligibility criteria:

  • Volunteer becomes eligible to claim for days on the fire line after fighting fires for 10 days - cannot claim for first 10 days, can only claim for days after the first 10
  • Can only claim for those hours fighting the fires within normal working hours e.g. if a firefighter fought fire for 18 hours on one day and only 4 of the 18 hours were within the volunteer’s normal working day, then can only claim for those 4 hours
  • If a firefighter made up the hours away from work by working at night or on the weekend, or received payment from their employer, then cannot claim those hours
  • Must prove loss of income

Compensation:

  • Volunteer can only claim a daily rate commensurate with their normal daily wage, after tax, up to a maximum of $300
  • If a volunteer works part time and they fought a fire on days that they do not normally work, then they cannot claim for those days
  • If a volunteer is retired, then they cannot claim any days
  • If a volunteer is a primary producer then they must be able to prove that if they had stayed home on the days they fought the fire, they would have made money
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5 January 2020

Surviving an Australian Hell

This was the view of the firestorm from
inside the truck. The Markham's had to
battle this red hell with minimal
protective clothing.
A man trapped inside firestorm describes harrowing battle

"The flames were 40 metres tall, it sucked all the oxygen out of the air… at one point we lost my dad and brother around the other side of the house and I thought for sure they were dead. It was terrifying."

Sam Markham, a landscape photographer, has described in detail the harrowing day his family nearly lost everything. With minimal protective gear, and fire hoses left over from his uncle's firefighting days, the family fought to save their lives and NSW home from inside a firestorm on the south coast on New Year's Eve.

The fire was the same blaze a Fire and Rescue NSW crew were filmed battling their way through in Parma, near Nowra, four days ago. The crew had knocked on the family's door before getting stuck in the inferno at the family's front gate.

"I've lived on the south coast all my life and I've never seen or felt anything like it," Mr Markham told 9news.com.au.

The 22-year-old said he had been monitoring the fire front online all day. His mother, father, sister, brother, and three friends were at their house waiting for word on what to do next.

It was at 2pm a surreal humming started. What unfolded over the next hour was something out of a nightmare.

"It sounded like nothing you could imagine, this humming noise… like jet engines, that was the fire," he said.

"At 2.30pm we had the fire crew knock on the door saying, 'it's going to come straight for you, if the southerly hits, there's not much we can do for you.' "Two of the trucks went down the road, one of them was the truck that got stuck.

"In the next thirty minutes it slowly got darker and darker, my dad used to be in fuel haulage, so we put on fire-retardant shirts, we looked like a little fire crew.

"Then over the next five minutes it just went pitch black, like someone had turned the lights out. This was around 3pm. You could not see anything. We're all standing there, and then the embers started to drop.

"We were putting them out, but it was doing nothing – they started to drop, and drop, and drop. It went quiet, the easterly stopped, you could hear a pin drop, then 10 seconds later, didn't have time to think, it was like someone had opened the oven door and turned the fan on. That was the southerly," Mr Markham said.

The fierce southerly sent 40-metre-high flames roaring up the gully towards the property. The winds and heat were so intense that it sucked every bit of oxygen out of the air.

"I felt the back of my hands start to melt to the back of the hose… I dropped everything and ran to the left-hand side of the house and pinned myself up against the roller door and the fire sucked all the oxygen out of the air. You'd try to breathe and you'd realise, 'wait I didn't get anything', and you'd try again, and you still weren't getting anything," he said. 

Mr Markham located his mother, an asthma sufferer, on the other side of the house and quickly took her inside, a safe refuge, which had formed an air pocket.

At that point everyone but Mr Markham's brother and father were inside the house, so he once again ventured into the inferno in search of them.

"I found my father up against a shipping container. He had turned the hose on himself, he couldn't breathe… he was trying to put some protection between him and the fire. It was probably just panic," he said. 

"The worst of it, the lack of oxygen, lasted while we were in the house for those two or so minutes."

By some miracle the family and their home came out unscathed. But there was a moment Mr Markham thought they wouldn't make it.
"To be honest when I ran around the side of my house, the heat of this thing…I thought 'nup.' There was a moment there I thought we were all dead. If I didn't run, it probably would have cooked us alive." he said.

Mr Markham and his family are just a few of the Australians caught up in a bushfire crisis which is devastating the south coast of NSW. 

Thousands of people have today continued their exodus from the south coast, after an evacuation order was sent to the fire-hit holiday hotspot ahead of catastrophic conditions developing over the weekend.

The NSW government has declared a third state of emergency of the bushfire season ahead of the re-elevated fire risk over the weekend, but Mr Markham said his family won't leave.

"Everything is burnt to a crisp within 10 kms of us – it could come back, but I figure we're pretty safe now."

Mr Markham took this photo approximately 20 minutes after the main fire front had passed. He said the ground was glowing. (Instagram / sam_markham_)