Speaking in
terms of the path of totality, we’ve all been in the crosshairs, in a path of
totality, of forces far greater, and locked and loaded with far more ominous
portent, than a solar eclipse for a long, long time now. And looking up, things far stranger than an
occultation of the sun can be seen massing as this bizarre summer wears on and
counts down. Earthquake weather,
hurricane weather, is afoot. But who can
say for sure where Mother Nature’s intent leaves off and the fingerprints of
man-made manipulation begin, born in the clandestine engines of HAARP
technology from the furious and purloined mind of Nikola Tesla, courtesy of
Uncle Sam? Take a look at the directed
energy burst that occurred encircling Corpus Christi that left a signature on
the Nexrad radar systems just as Harvey was zooming in, and, coincidentally at
the time, gaining even more strength and energy.
Now take a look
at the energy output of the HAARP system at that same time, and where it seemed
to be manifesting. Notice any
similarities?
“I have the
impression that the UFOs are announcing a change that is coming soon in our
scientiļ¬c paradigms. I am very much
afraid that UFOs are related to certain psychic phenomena. Certainly the
phenomena has psychic aspects. I don’t talk about them very much because to a
general audience, the words ‘psychic’ and “occult” have bad overtones. They
say, “Aw, it’s all crazy.” But the fact is that there are psychic things. For
instance, UFOs seem to materialize and dematerialize. There are people who have
had UFO experiences who’ve claimed to have developed psychic ability. There
have been reported cases of healings and of injuries in close encounters and
there have been reported cases of precognition, where people had foreknowledge
or forewarning that they were going to see something. Some came true, most did
not. There has been a radical change of philosophy of person’s lives. Now you
see, those are rather tricky things to talk about openly, but it’s there. Many people feel that it might be a
conditioning process.” J Allen Hynek
In C.S. Lewis’
masterful work The Screwtape Letters,
the experienced demon Uncle Screwtape had some good advice for the apprentice
demon named Wormwood. He explains the ways that human beings may be manipulated
by demons.1. Get them to think too much about demons. 2. Get them to completely
ignore demonic involvement in the world.
3. Get them to believe in a neutral force that is neither good nor evil.
Regarding that third point, Uncle Screwtape said,
“If once we can
produce our perfect work — the Materialist Magician, the man, not using, but
veritably worshipping what he vaguely calls ‘Forces’ while denying the
existence of ‘spirits’ — then the end of the war will be in sight.”
“Listen to me,
Major Walsh; it is an event sociologique.”
Francois Truffaut playing Lacombe playing Jacques Vallee, Close Encounters Of The Third Kind
“What you like
is in the limo/ Fame/ what you get is no tomorrow…” Bowie/Lennon
"Tune in, wouldn't
it be something/ Rumours spreading into
panic
I've seen
movements in the clearing/ Someone sent
you something satanic
I have to leave
you, radar's calling/ Outside somebody
landed
Crazy
wavelengths leave you helpless/ Oh don't
forget me I'm so stranded
I wouldn't fool
you but I've seen the saucers/ So many
times I'm almost in tune
Watching them
flying in formation/ Thinking how I
could be so immune
I've seen them
I've been there with them/ I can tell
you all you want to know
Something touched
me and I was only sleeping/ Wouldn't
you, wouldn't you like to go
Stars climbing
into their planets/ Systems won,
controlled from birth
Empty living on
this highway/ Can you see me mother
earth…'' I’ve
Seen The Saucers Elton John/Bernie
Taupin
Where is all
this, this unleashed torrent of supreme high strangeness, coming from? All I can say once again is that at the end
of the road we will find that all of this is connected, and sometimes you have
to look back to find your footing, and your way. So let’s do that. This next particular jaunt in the big
journey begins on the side of a dusty road in Ravenna, Ohio in 1966. We’re on Rte 224 to be exact, between
Randolph and Atwater. We’re in Car 13
with patrolmen Dale Spaur and Wilbur ‘Barney’ Neff when we see a red and white
1959 Ford parked on the side of the road with strange markings on it. It’s nearly 5 a.m. on April 17, 1966, and
this stretch of road is isolated, and lined with trees. As we approach the abandoned vehicle, we
notice a strange triangular insignia on the side, emblazoned with a lightning
bolt in the middle. Above the insignia
reads “Seven Steps To Hell.” The
interior of the car is filled with walkie talkies and sound equipment.
As the two try
to make sense of this, a deep humming sound begins from behind them. Spaur likens it to the sound of an overloaded
compressor or transformer. They both
turn and see a huge, saucer-shaped craft rising out of the woods. Its underside glows with an intense,
purplish-white light so bright it brings tears to both men’s eyes. As the tears run down their faces the craft
glides smoothly upward to approximately 150 feet and moves directly over their
cruiser. Spaur in later recollections is
convinced he is paralyzed; trying to move his limbs he finds he cannot. Something in Spaur’s mind tells him not to
get into his cruiser just yet. Bizarre,
disconnected thoughts race through his mind that if he touches the door handle
the car will disappear.
The saucer then
moves away from the car, and stops, as if waiting for the men. Both men then race for the cruiser at the
same instant. Spaur also later regards
this as strange that they both would move in unison instantaneously, as if
commanded by an unseen mental force, almost as if their movements were
directed. Spaur radios in to the deskman
on duty, Deputy Wilson, and finds that other reports have also been pouring in
from Summit County sheriff’s deputies and other residents around the Mogadore
Reservoir who have seen something strange in the night skies. Wilson asks Spaur how close he is to the
object, and, surmising it might be a weather balloon, wondering if he can get
off a shot at it with his 44 Magnum.
Spaur thinks
long and hard about this as more thoughts fly unheeded into his mind. From what he had seen so far he was quite
impressed, and didn’t want to risk irritating this thing. It was as big as a house, over 60 feet long
and at least 20 feet high, and looked quite solid. It could easily squash the cruiser like an
egg.
“I don’t think I
want to do that,” he radioed back, and repeated his description of the
object. “Listen Rob, this thing’s a
monster. It’s like looking down the
middle of hell!” The top part of the
saucer was a large dome, darker and somewhat melted looking in the rear portion
of it, with a long antenna shooting out from this area. Every so often the craft fires down a cone of
light into the pre-dawn darkness, seemingly observing the ground…looking. It begins to move away, slowly at first, and
Spaur and Neff start after it.
What follows is
an intense, cross country chase that doubles as a game of cat-and-mouse. Often as speeds over 100 m.p.h., Spaur and
Neff track the craft cross state lines from Ohio into Pennsylvania. Bizarrely, the saucer seems to be letting
Spaur and Neff follow it. It waits for
them at intersections. They lose sight
of it around junctions and underpasses and it slows down. It doubles back when Spaur is once forced to
make a turn away from its eastward path.
If all of this
sounds vaguely familiar it’s because it formed the basis for the chase scene
early on in Close Encounters Of The Third
Kind. Spielberg studiously read up
on the case and even interviewed and invited Spaur on set as a consultant during
production. That flying ice-cream cone
on its side? Straight from Spaur’s
descriptions.
Finally the
chase ends after some 86 miles when Spaur runs out of gas near Pittsburgh and
the sun begins to paint the morning sky.
At a gas station and in full view of Spaur, Neff, and by then 2 other
police witnesses, they see the contrails of 3 separate jets in pursuit of the
object before it makes a 90-degree turn and shoots straight upward at
ridiculous speed, vanishing. There is no
sonic boom.
Also not known
at the time to Spaur, his chief, Gerald Buchert, some 8 miles away from the
actual initial sighting, had the presence of mind to go out and search the
night sky at the time in that direction, and actually captured a photograph of
the saucer outlined against the darkness, glowing. Enhancements and analysis from the Air Force
came to, surprise, surprise, no clear conclusions, all the while sticking to
the party line in their whitewash investigation that the officers had been
observing and chasing the planet Venus.
Refracted through fog.
To say that the
incident left an indelible imprint on the life of all concerned would be
putting it mildly, but Dale Spaur felt the repercussions the most, and fared
the worst. The negative psychic shrapnel
that the sighting let fly in his direction was considerable.
It all became
very confusing, and the entire world fell apart for Spaur. “My entire life came crashing down around my
shoulders,” he said. “Everything
changed. I still don’t really know what
happened, but suddenly it was as though everybody owned me…and I no longer had
anything for myself. My wife, my home,
my children. They all seemed to fade
away.”
Spaur’s wife,
Daneise: “Something happened to Dale, but I don’t know what it was. He came home that day and I never saw him
more frightened before. He acted
strange, listless. He just sat
around. He was very pale. Then later, he got real nervous. Then he started to run away. He’d disappear for days and days. I wouldn’t see him. Our marriage fell apart. All sorts of people came to the house. Investigators. Reporters.
They kept him up all night, hounding him. They hounded him right into the ground. And he changed.”
One night, Spaur
came home late. He still isn’t sure what
happened. There were other people there
when he walked into the living room.
Things got very tense, very confused.
He grabbed his wife and shook her.
Hard. It left bruises on her
arms. That was at the end of July,
1966. She filed assault and battery
charges and Spaur was jailed for beating his wife. He turned in his badge. The strapping 6’7” lawman had lost 40
pounds. When he got out of jail on the
battery charges, Spaur left town and turned his back on everything, but the
object continued to follow him, still locked in the spooky terrain of his
dreams. Night after night, Spaur would
awaken alone in his hotel room, drenched in sweat, still outside that cruiser,
and staring up into the eerie light of something beyond the bounds of human
imagining. (This in particular brings to
mind the compelling interest of military and intelligence agencies in the
specific dreams of many close encounter witnesses, and their importance in an
overall scheme of which they’re not making the rest of us privy to. It makes you wonder as to the effect of
certain plasmas and energy sources, certain frequencies of the electromagnetic
spectrum, on overall mental processes – how do they affect these – and the true
nature of exactly what the human dreamstate may be.) See here for more and some of the
implications: http://mcmmadnessnews.blogspot.com/2014/06/full-superspectrum-dominance.html
One more
sidelight along these lines before we return to Spaur. It only recently in the past several weeks
came to public attention of the pilot that was first to report on the Phoenix
Lights over Sky Harbor in 1997: Kurt
Russell, the actor. But the reason was
fascinating. He was watching a TV
special about the 20-year anniversary of the mass sighting and started
thinking, “Why do I know this?” He heard
about the civilian pilot that radioed in the first sighting from the air and
thought, “Wait a minute, that was ME!”
Both he and his young son, in the plane with him at the time, had
completely forgotten about the entire
incident, seemingly almost as soon as they landed that night in March,
1997. Interestingly, many eyewitnesses
to the event that night have since discovered strange memory gaps and loss in
the intervening years. The implications
here speak obviously to some type of mind control, and bring to the forefront
all kinds of ‘missing time’ scenarios. Here’s the awesome Tyler from Secureteam on
the whole business: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAeHzG8dV9M&t=2s
Meanwhile, back
to Spaur, and what his case means in all of this. What not many know is that Spaur saw the
object he named Floyd once more before he ran away. It was June 1966. He was driving east on interstate 80S one
night. By this time the radio operators
and police dispatchers knew certain civilians and persons of interest were
monitoring their broadcasts, so they, along with Spaur, decided to develop a
code should any further sightings take place.
Spaur suggested ‘Floyd,’ his middle name.
One night, out
of the blue, the dispatch radio crackled into life. “Floyd’s here with me,” the voice of Dale Spaur
whispers out of the darkness. The same
object is there above his cruiser when he looks up. Again.
He parks the car
and sits there, alone. Neff is not there
with him this time. He lights a
cigarette and stares at the floor of the cruiser, not wanting to look up
again. Not wanting “it” to still be
there. 15 minutes pass. When he finally gathers the courage to again
peek, Floyd has disappeared. But it
still follows him. In his dreams.
It took time,
but after a long time of child support and only having enough money to subsist
on a bowl of soup and one peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich per day, Spaur
finally got his life together. Moving to
West Virginia and finding work in mining, he seemed to be doing fairly
well. But one day he suffered an
accident where he fell 70 feet down a mine shaft and broke his back. He was in a coma for several days in the
local hospital, eyes open, unresponsive.
A nurse was supposed to sit with him around the clock, but she only
lasted a couple of hours. She came
running out of the room suddenly late one night, screaming. Witnesses say she was hysterically crying
“this man is possessed by an alien!” No
one in West Virginia had known of Spaur’s previous life or experiences.
When he finally
recovered, Spaur moved back to Ohio and remarried, opening a bar called the
Avenue on West 65th and Detroit Rd in Cleveland. On very rare occasions he would tell stories
of the UFO he called Floyd. He said it
would still visit him when no one else was around.
Spaur died on
April 4, 1983, never recovering from a bout of severe pneumonia after catching
the flu. His dreams were with him the
whole way. They may still be.
If there is any
definitive proof of their encounter from up close, real close, the military
likely has it. Family members later
disclosed that Spaur and Neff kept a camera in their cruiser. They took dozens of photographs. But when the Blue Book boys came to town to
investigate, they confiscated every one of them. They have never been released.
Implications? Where to begin? First and foremost is the fact that whatever
happened to Dale Spaur left an unmistakable psychic imprint upon him,
especially, and not for the better.
Whatever happened to him haunted him in a deep psychological place for
the remainder of his life. If this is
one of the first examples of the kind of probing mental interaction that
exposure to these forces causes, it’s no wonder that the “authorities” have an
incredible interest in the psychic ramifications of such encounters and sightings
on the human anatomy, nervous system, and mind.
Their interest would be intense, especially wondering whether or not
these forces were sending messages and/or instructions to the subconscious
mind; ones that could manifest months or even years down the line. This, after all, was, and remains, an abiding
goal of all of their mind control objectives and programs, from MK-Ultra, to
MK-OFTEN, to Monarch, to the possibilities of controlling the mental collective
through programs like HAARP, CERN, and ongoing aerosol operations. This December 15, Netflix will premiere the
previously untold story of late operative Frank Olson, and the beginning of the
CIA’s classified, unlawful, LSD mind control experiments. Perhaps this is all part of a steady drip of
disclosure to condition the masses for larger and more ominous programs yet to
come.
Has some form of
contact been established already with off-world forces? Is this the ultimate endgame of inducing Multiple
Personality Disorder and/or Dissociative Identity Disorder in young children
through trauma-based mind control? (Yes
Pedogate, I’m talkin’ to you…)
And exactly what
kind of forces are we talking about when they can manifest as solid, seemingly
nuts-and-bolts craft that can be painted with radar technology one minute, then
vanish at will-o-the-wisp speed the next, making right angle turns at thousands
of miles an hour that would kill any bio-form piloting them, not to mention not
leaving any tell-tale sonic boom signatures?
This is a technology, an alchemy, that is, as Arthur C. Clarke
postulated, indistinguishable from magic.
Or, should I say in this case, magick.
All of which means we are dealing not with a material technology, but
more likely than not, a spiritual one.
The latest
research seems to point to the fact of multiple dimensions not just in our
universe, but in multiple universes. In
ours alone, it is postulated that the nearest dimension is likely to be as
close to this plane as anywhere between 9-18 millimeters away. That’s less than the thickness of a standard
tennis racquet. Imagine. What was that legendary question pioneering
sci-fi author John Campbell asked that reverberated down through how many “The Thing” remakes now? Ah yes, “Who Goes There?” Who indeed.
As one of my
research contacts phrased it when discussing this open invitation to
extra-dimensional forces to invade our psyches, “We don’t know where the line
is drawn between dabbling and demonism, or between curiosity and commitment,
nor do we know how and when that line is crossed. It may be that the question
of “how much” has less to do with it than we think. I would suggest that the neural and mental pattern set up by psychic
involvement provides an interface with other forms of consciousness, which
are extradimensional and demonic in nature. If that is the case, then psychic
dabbling is a little like entering the cage of a man-eating tiger. You may or
may not be eaten, depending on how hungry the tiger is. The signiļ¬cant point is
that once you enter the cage, the initiative passes to the tiger.” – Ufologist
and theologian Ray Boeche
It seems to me
that whatever is herding us, (and that includes our earthly overlords who are
only being led to believe they’re in charge), intends to rule over us forever,
and that rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness. The Collins Elite, a government think-tank
charged with looking into the ET question as well as those government insiders
who were charged with looking into it (who watches the watchers?), came to the
altogether icky conclusion that what humanity was dealing with since Roswell on
down were not extraterrestrial, but extra-dimensional (read: spiritual/demonic)
forces. Forces that had likely been
summoned here by a combination of factors.
Possibly a rip in the continuum caused by atomic testing. Possibly rituals of summoning (the Babalon
Working) that had been put in force by JPL founder Jack Parsons and L Ron Hubbard
(of Scientology fame) in the desert in January 1946 according to the template
set forth by none other than Aleister Crowley.
Possibly other factors as well.
They also, through a pair of insiders from the NSA and DIA, came across
the knowledge that certain government agencies were still running operations
attempting to contact and “weaponize” these forces…through rituals following
along the lines of those espoused by, yet again, Mr. Crowley, up to and
including human sacrifice. And perhaps
we’re not only speaking of isolated, small scale, experimental incidents. Perhaps we need to think of a larger
canvas.
Pompeii. Chernobyl.
9/11. Fukushima Daiichi and the
slow-release Armageddon it’s releasing even now as you read this…nothing is
beyond the range of these forces to unleash in their service-to-self agenda
while the world calls it all just more piling on of coincidence. That’s been the defacto fallback position for
hundreds of thousands of years in the go-along, get-along everyday world, and
it is a coping mechanism that will be, quite literally, the death of us
all. The technology at their disposal is
unimaginable, the material merged with the spiritual, as they seek to rape and
reshape the planet according to their vision.
Whether they’re talking of raping the innocence of a child, the mind of
a man, or the purity of an ecosystem makes little difference. What’s coming next is unknowable, but you can
bet everything that it is coming.
I think we need
to study again Jacques Vallee’s Passport
To Magonia. What exactly were those
imps, sprites and fairies he chronicled interacting with humanity down through
antiquity? He was so close here to the
final truth, and also in his important Messengers
Of Deception, except in that case that the ultimate manipulators were not,
and are not, human, as researchers such as John Keel, Ray Boeche, and Linda
Howe have long documented.
In a summer
that’s featured manufactured race riots (thanks for the Gladio II George
Soros!), and what now looks like a manufactured hurricane, I can only have
slight trepidation about what a bonafide total solar eclipse portends. Perhaps that path of totality is wider than
we all thought, and encompasses a lot more.
This is a
matrix, a training ground for souls in battle, and the dead man’s curves of
reality are all we have to hang onto on the way down and the ride through.
If he could, I’m
sure Dale Spaur would tell you the same.
