But I knew this was man-made. The only thing I could do was turn to God. I held onto the hem of the robe of God. I went into a state of transcendental consciousness and God consciousness, and as I did so, my individuality disappeared into the Infinite- and this violent group lost their hold on me.
Once in the Unbounded, this system could no longer hold me. There was no "me" there; you see what I'm saying? "Leave thyself behind and then walk upon the water." Be as nothing, and then be every- where. I have told people who are being targeted with these systems, "The only way to escape them is to understand the power of transcend- ing self and letting the drop of your individuality merge with the ocean of Unbounded-ness."
But as soon as I re-emerged into my individuality and consciousness, the attack would begin all over again. It was one of the worst things I've ever experienced. They were clearly trying to grab my individuality, extract my astral being, and put me through their abduction sequence. Now, remember, if you cause enough trauma to the astral body, it can manifest in the physical. This is something many people don't under- stand. Most of these abduction events are actualized by technologies that can extract the astral body from the physical body.
Project Amethyst, run by a black cell at the NSA, killed people by severing the cord between the astral body and the physical body. I know a guy who ran that program.
This experience was, in a way, a gift -- because they tipped their hand and they showed me exactly what they had done to the Secretary General and what they had done to the brother of Prince S.A.. I was then able to remote view back through this electronic beam and see the people in the facility -- all human -- that were running it. You see, anything that comes at you -- if you stay calm and centered and in this transcendental state of consciousness— you can track back to its source and expose them. So, every time they've hit me, that's what I've done. And that's how I've seen what they're doing.
I have to admit, this was one of the most difficult things I have had to do -- to stay in control of my own faculties while this was happening, so I could quickly escape the bounds of relativity, enter into the plane of the Absolute, where they couldn't get me -- because I didn't exist any- more.
My daughter, thank God, was protected from all this and had no knowledge
of any of it. So, that was our little trip to New York!
I have independently confirmed that some of the mid-level apparatchiks of this covert, shadow group -- which include a former US President — were in favor of disclosing this information in the late 1980s. But there was another group that trumped them— and it is a faction within this larger control group. This cell has the abduction technologies, and they have the scalar psychotronic weapons systems and radionic weapons systems. They also have the ARVs- Alien Reproduction Vehicles- that look like UFOs and operate with new energy and anti-gravity propulsion systems.
This cell uses these advanced technologies to contain disclosure on an official level— up to and including threatening the leadership of the world and abducting a world leader, like a Secretary General of the United Nations.
After this near pseudo-abduction experience in New York, I recalled a lucid dream I had around 1990-1991. In the dream, I was floating above Kennebunkport, Maine and saw something that was really very disturb- ing. I saw the United States President, George Bush, at his compound there. There were objects in the sky that looked like UFOs, but were actually manned by paramilitary rogue elements. They were flying around the compound, and out at sea, and were threatening the U.S. President. The Secret Service and George Bush were very worried about this. It made no sense to me at the time that I saw it. But after this meeting, where I learned what the Prince told me about the abduction of Perez de Cuellar, I understood who was doing it and why.
I also realized that, at the end of the Cold War, there was a sincere attempt to get this information out to the public, and that this cell with- in a cell within a cell -- this rogue, violent, and very dangerous group -- had stopped it. That was in late '89. And it was January of '90 that I was told to "pick up that which I had dropped." Even though, to the rogue group I am an insignificant person and have no temporal power or official position, because officialdom got stopped dead in its tracks, mysteriously, somehow I was being called to help.
People like Col. MK, who is known as Dr. Death and has a PhD in thananology, the study of death, are masters of psychotronics and high- tech electronic systems that are responsible for abductions, mind control, and similar attacks. So, when you realize what our leaders are up against— it doesn't matter if they're Skull and Bones, and it doesn't mat- ter if they're a former CIA Director -- if they try to step out of line, they run into this other group. This inner high cabal is hell bent on keeping this subject tied up until there is a worst case scenario. Their objective is the elimination of at least four to five billion of the six billion people on Earth.
After returning from this event in New York in 1994,I experienced the horrifying force of the Shadow Government. Every night at 4:20 a.m., as I was sleeping in my bedroom at home, there would be an almost sub-audible click, and I would be hit with an electronic weapons system. I would become violently ill and so sick that I would get up and be nau- seated, vomiting, with diarrhea, diaphoretic. The bathroom floor would literally be soaked with sweat, because I had almost no blood pressure, and I would collapse on the floor of the bedroom, near death. This happened to me night after night after night, day after day. It was horrifying. It lasted for only 10 or 15 minutes. I know that this rogue group was try- ing to make me stop what I was doing—but I refused to stop.
During this period, I remember one night going to sleep and sudden- ly seeing someone with this group at an electronic control panel. It was an array of psycho- tronic and radionic high-tech equipment at an under- ground facility out west. I clearly saw the handler for this particular operation standing outside the entrance to an underground weapons facility. He was a middle-aged man with a moustache and graying hair— I know exactly how he looks; he was assigned to my case.
Inside this facility were some young men who were the grunts, the cannon fodder, operating this system to hit me. When I saw them, I turned to God and I said, "Dear God, forgive them!" and sent them a blessing. I saw them very clearly - and then I saw them seeing me. They had such a look of shame in their eyes. They looked away, and it all ended. After this, they stopped these nighttime attacks .
I later learned that the poor people who run these devices often end up dying from what they're doing -- that if they're projecting a disease onto someone, they get it. As usual, the operators and lower rung personnel are cannon fodder. They don't know it when they take the assign- ment. And that's why these handlers were outside the building from which the system was being operated.
I learned from this experience that, as these weapons were being directed at me, I could track back on the scalar electronic system, back to the source and see what they were doing. I would then put divine light around all of us and ask for their forgiveness—and also forgive them myself.
Around the same time, I learned that Colin Andrews, the crop circle researcher from England, was experiencing some weird happenings, also in the early morning, preceded by this strange sub-audible click.
I was tested severely during those years to see whether I would stay on this course. I was extremely close, in the summer of 1994, to closing CSETI, ending the Disclosure Project, and just walking away from all of it.
I tell people: Visualize what happened on the last day, the last hour, the last five minutes of my last shift at the emergency department where I worked for 10 years. A little boy was at a picnic, and he choked to death. He could not be resuscitated at the scene, and was brought into the ER. He was a beautiful little boy with blond hair and about three or four years old.