How many layers of lies are there?

Have you ever wondered how many layers of lies your reality is based on?

I bet that question gave you a start. I can't give you a number because I have no idea what role you play but I can tell you that answer is staggering.

I am a psychic. I have a led a life most people would not believe if they saw the movie and one thing I can tell you today is, nothing is as it seems and I do not have all the answers.

I remember sitting at a private bar in another psychic's house for a Halloween Party. You have to remember I am 30 some years younger, red hair so long I can sit on it, thin and perfectly Celtic. I am not drinking but it looks like I have a drink. A man sidles up to me and I know I am in for another pick up line. His was a bit unique as he announced he was a CIA agent. Well then, I said skeptically, what are you doing with this crowd. For some reason, no one ever thinks I am the crowd. I guess I look too normal to be psychic. “We keep close tabs on them,” was the answer. I just wasn't sufficiently impressed and if I must say so myself, I do bored very well. By two drinks later, he had managed to get the band to play “Black Magic Woman” for me and was still climbing uphill on the impress her mountain. I had found out who he came with to the party which was a shock in itself. In the last ditch effort to impress me, he leaned in and whispered, “What if I told you every scientific invention we release is at least 10 years old?” I leaned back to him and said, “More like 20 if I remember correctly.” He jumped back so fast he knocked the bar stool over and almost shouted, “Who are you?” My answer was simple, “One of them,” and I gathered up my husband and we left.

The next morning my psychic friend called and said I was not going to believe what happened. Apparently she didn't understand the weirdness of my life. It seems they found the gentleman's car who brought the “CIA” agent in the driveway and searched the house trying to find him with no luck. The mystery was where he and the agent went without a car. Then she started hearing some banging in the kitchen and finally her husband determined it was coming from under the kitchen sink along with some whimpering. They opened the cabinet to find the man who brought the agent under the sink. This was not a big cabinet and they had to pry him out of it. It was several minutes before he could even sit up and he had no recollection of how he got in the cabinet. The last thing he remembered was the “agent” giving him a drink. Oddly, he couldn't remember the guy's name or where he met him and he had no idea why he had brought him to the party. No one ever figured out how the “agent” got away from there unless he had another person waiting for him or another plant at the party. Within three weeks, there would at least as many attempts on my life, one on my friend who threw the party and surprisingly, one on the leader of the band's wife who had played “Black Magic Woman” for him. There were only four people this “agent” came into contact with at the party including the man who brought him and he began keeping a low profile by which I mean, you had to dig him up if you wanted to find him. Three of them now had narrowly escaped death, until one of them arranged to have the so-called assassin beat half to death. It wasn't me.

So why am I telling you this? It is because of a dream or rather my ability to meet people in another dimension. In this dream I met Bernie and the person I really am asked him if he wanted her(me) to take some the stress away. He jumped back and whispered, “Don't touch me,” frantically. Now people do not normally react that way to her(me) so we simply stepped back and told him we would not do anything to or for him he did not want. He was looking at his wife desperately and she sort of nodded a yes to him. He looked at us and said, “Sorry, but no one is what they seem or say they are.” We answered that we were exactly what we said we were, no more nor less. If he wanted help with the stress, it was there for the asking and then we rattled off our credentials. He looked at us and said, “You are real?” We answered yes and asked again as he climbed an all too familiar set of white stairs if he wanted help. He looked back at us, completely beaten and said he didn't think anyone could help to which I replied it was his choice and watched him walk away, hunched over. When I woke, I knew he gotten the razzle/dazzle as I have come to call it from the usual suspects. I know those stairs and know what is in that building and no “normal” muggle is prepared for it.

I was 15, in advanced science courses and looking at a promising career. My father had his own business and was doing very well in the air craft parts resell business. Let me explain that. Air craft parts have what is called a tolerance level. That means they have to be x microns thick on the special coating. The military removes and tosses these parts at y level but the part is commercially viable to x level. So if you have some psychic ability, you can attend auctions where the military sells barrels and huge wooden boxes of aircraft parts and make a nice living but you have to be able to tell which box has junk and which has real parts without opening them. Now that is a pretty good trick for a non-psychic but I once managed to find entire aircraft engine in one, completely assembled and in perfect working order. So, he would take the barrels back to his warehouse, test the parts, clean them up and sell them to airlines at a nice discount for them and a profit for him. You just discovered where some of that Defense Budget disappears. The military throws out perfectly good merchandise and if you know how to buy it, you can make a lot of money.

But sometimes a part cracks. My father had tried several methods of welding the parts but the welded area was always too weak and too visible to sell. That was the number one cause of waste. One day he was approached by two young men who had a brand new method of welding using cutting edge technology called a laser.

So, after school, Dad picked me up and off we went to a very modern building in west Hialeah on what would be considered the fringes of civilization. These young men were trying to find a use for this new technology. This wasn't the first time my father had been roped into one of these schemes but he was a slow learner. I was a very quiet young lady. I sort of blended into the wallpaper or military gray wall in this case and I would sit at the desk and do my homework while I watched everything that was going on in the room. I had learned these young men had this entire building. It was on stilts, with the parking under it and two stories. It required the entire output of a substation when they turned on the vacuum pumps that took the welding chamber down to at least -4 atmospheres. The station across the street had complained about the brown outs hurting their pumps. That is one heck of a vacuum and the pumps took up the entire first floor. The chamber was around an 18 inch perfect cube with lead walls close to one foot thick to keep it from collapsing in on itself. It was a nice military gray. The laser was inside the chamber, controlled from the outside with a joy stick like what you found on the original Nintendo. That toy would not exist for at least 15 years. The part had to be 100% grease free, which took a lot of cleaning. Then wearing white cotton gloves, it was placed in the chamber and “welded” after the chamber was evacuated of all air. That process took several hours so I had a lot of time to observe and look really cute and dumb. Soon, they had to impress me with their prowess so I was invited to watch the process. What I saw was a white light that produced three little balls of light or molted metal that filled in the crack in the part while dancing around in what seemed to be a random pattern. Now the part couldn't be removed because the chamber had to be brought back to normal atmospheric pressure and air mixture very slowly or there was a possibility of an explosion or so we were told. Hence, my father would pick up the part the next morning and lo and behold, no matter what test he ran, there was NO trace of the weld. Aircraft parts have individual part numbers that ID each one in addition to the regular part number and my father even marked the part in a location inaccessible without the right tool and there was no doubt we were getting the same part back.

However, I was in advanced science classes but my specialty was mathematics. Most of the guys were headed for careers in physics and I confided in one of my acquaintances what I had seen. I knew something was off but I didn't know what. The next day he caught me in the stairwell and opened a book for me to read the page. We knew we watched so we had learned stealth as only teens can. That was when I discovered the only lasers in existence were RUBY lasers which emit a red light. At best the so called laser I saw might be blue, but it sure looked white.

I quickly told my father what I had discovered and he happened to offhandedly ask at the next “welding” session what kind of laser this was because it didn't use red light. It was a neon gas laser which I am pretty sure was actually a bunch of hot air. We had to wait until Monday, since this was Friday to get the part back. On Monday we returned to get the part and the building was abandoned. When I say abandoned, I mean everything except the desk I sat at was gone and everything was covered in dust like no one had been in the building for months. It was unlocked and the graffiti was already on the first floor. My father was like a deer caught in headlights. Had we imaged the entire month? However, he had trained me well and way back next to wall under the desk was a wad of bright pink chewing gum I had used to mark the desk. We had been there before.

On Sunday, we had an emergency at the Ft. Lauderdale airport so we had to take the Palmetto Expressway to connect to I-95. The building was visible from the Palmetto as it sat on its very own cleared block next to the road that ran parallel to the expressway. I was looking for the building for no reason when I realized it was GONE. There was no way to turn around as the clover leaf from several dimensions of Hades was in front of us but as soon as we could get away, we headed back to that building.

Here comes the razzle/dazzle. There was nothing there. I mean it was a vacant lot complete with weeds sticking up through the sand like they had been there for years. There wasn't a brick, stick of wood or tire track. So we pulled into the gas station in the little strip mall that faced the lot. We were assured that lot had been vacant for the six months the man had run the station and oddly, all the other tenants had just moved in that week. We couldn't start knocking on the doors of residences whose backyards faced the little strip mall without raising too much attention so we walked over examined the lot. Keep in mind the parking area under the building was concrete and the building was held up by concrete covered steel girders. There was NOTHING left. They even planted the proper weeds, sawgrass and sticker burrs. Those things are very hard to transplant. I can't even imagine how this was done unless the entire building didn't actually exist in this dimension. The phone number never existed. My father charmed a gal at the phone company as only an Irishman can, into finding out. Remember, everything was landlines back then. There were no burner phones. Even a quiet probe into the FBI data base by a sympathetic agent brought back no information. These two men did not exist.

So dear ones, how many layers of lies is your reality based upon? Do you even have a clue? Imagine a poor old man taken to one their “facilities”, placed in a nice comfy chair and on a nice 3D screen shown the future if he doesn't tow the line properly. Everything is so beyond current state of the art, it has to be real! In reality, it is smoke and mirrors. Oh, the probability might be there but what they aren't saying is exactly where on the line of probabilities this possible future falls. It is pretty easy with all this “tech” to even convince you they are gods or at least in contact with ONE god. They can even “beam” directly into your ears alone the message from god. Look it up, the tech exists. They can scare the Hell out of you if you let them. Or, you can accept it is all a game and at some point you will play your part whether you know it or not and spend the rest of your existence thinking there has to be something more because you have a vague memory there was as you get pulled out from under the kitchen sink by two very confused people still in their night clothes. You might even start drinking for real or when the nice man puts his arm around your shoulders and flashes that million dollar smile at you and assures you this is all for the good of humanity, and you, you very special person, you are on board, right? You could flash an equally bright smile and say very quietly, “I plan to destroy you,” and walk away.

It will be at that point your life and most everyone around you's lives, will turn to shit but this is just one level of the game and that three level chess game on Star Trek may have been more real than the world you live in. Check, Check and Mate. You know who you were.

Orange 4th Dimensional Being

 Some days you go to the Universes. Some days they come to you.

I awoke to find myself staring at a demon or 4^th dimension being. Its head was poised on a long muscular neck. I could not see the rest of it but it appeared to be a cross between a cat and a dog with tiny shell shaped ears. It had no skin. All the muscles and ligaments were visible and oozing slime. My, but it did have huge teeth and a lot more than a dog or cat. It was a deep orange. The Kartika under my pillow was comforting and the thought of it caused the thing to withdraw and disappear.

Once my stupor was dispersed, I turned on my back and was shocked to see a swirling portal about ten inches in diameter on the ceiling. I often see them but what startled me about this one was that it was orange, the same orange as the demon.

I wondered who would send a demon of that kind to me. It takes a bit of skill and a lot of stupidity. If you were going to win a bargain with a demon, you would have already won the Lotto several times and be relaxing on a beach somewhere with little concern for me.

I had no trouble thinking of a plethora of dumb people who would pay someone to conjure one not knowing that the conjurer was going to shift the smut onto them.

You never win with a demon. The best you can hope for is stalemate or a truce. You see, demons like their payments immediate. They do not like to be in debt to anyone. Their price is always very high. They are not human. They do not think like humans. They do not feel like humans. They really hate to be bound and once free, they go after the person responsible for the binding, not necessarily the one who bound them. It is on the return they are most likely to get free.

My particular specialty is unbinding.

Arabic Lions

1?......said Ningee.

I had a dream and I have no idea what the symbolism means but I have a feeling it is important to someone out there so here goes.

I am looking into a cave and it is filled with lions laying down beside a small stream. There are even more lions in the background until the whole cave is filled with them.

An Arab man drops a small dog into the midst of the lions and my first thought is they will tear the little dog to pieces but the lions barely raise their heads and the little dog scampers over them and runs out the mouth of the cave which is fitted with a huge arched wooden door. That is when I realize they are too weak from hunger to chase the little dog.

I am then outside with two men who I think have food for the lions if they can get to them in time. There is an old man and a middle aged typical American spy type. The old man is leading us through the desert to this mountain. When we get to the side of the mountain, he puts his hand on a stone door in the side and says that this mountain is the pride of his country: the iguana mountain.

I am thinking that there are no iguanas here but I smile tell him it is beautiful. The younger American knocks on the door and an Arab opens it with a rifle saying he is going to kill all of us. The old man quickly disarms him and breaks his neck. Another Arabic man with a rifle is right behind the first and tells us to get into the cave.

The room we enter is an old office set up with an older Arabic man behind an old wooden desk with a corded phone. I can tell the old man (our guide) is trying to get close enough to disarm the one younger man who is the one who turned the little dog loose in the lion's cave. He is threatening to throw us in with the lions. I am trying to get the American spy type to tell him about the train car full of meat we have for the lions but instead this idiot says he has a subscription to a magazine about it.

That is when I realize there is no meat. Then there is a knock at the door and the American spy says not to bother getting up, he'll get it. He goes to the door and opens it and he is looking at himself on the outside. He dejectedly shuts the door and says it was nothing but the wind.

I think I am about to be thrown to the lions when I realize the lions are now too weak from starvation to even eat me. They would have to be hand fed.

The older Arab asks the younger one why he brought the pride of their country here just so they would starve to death.

They Know

They Know

I awoke suddenly at about 5:15 AM and struck out at something screaming. There was a golden orb about a foot in diameter, six feet off the ground hovering next to my bed with an arm reaching out of it. I was slapping at the arm. The arm retracted and I swear it was floating there looking at me for about 20 seconds. Napoleon ran over an inserted himself between it and I. It just disappeared.

Napoleon laid next to me blocking it. The animals know at a cellular memory level what is going on. That is why they are acting so strangely around the globe. You need one to alert you and just maybe protect you.

I thought about going back to sleep but I just knew the thing was still around so I got some orange juice. There is nothing like a sudden change in your Ph level to throw something seeking your bio-signature off. After about 15 minutes I went back to sleep.

I awoke at 7:15 AM and the golden orb was back but this time it was floating fast down the hall. I think I shall stay up until full light and then nap. They don't like full light but I have seen the golden ones at noon so it may still be about.

Suspended Between Dimensions

WOWSIES!

I have never had this happen and it was, well, WOW.

I was in one of the multiple dimensions in time where the events of my life are just a little different from here but the locations are the same. In that dimension, I graduate from my first college instead of returning home and going back to college in my late 30's. I have never been there at any physical time except late afternoon (dusk) and night.

When I awoke, it was 7:30 AM EST time here...I didn't know that.

I didn't have my eyes open. I was seeing an effect like a cracked egg and the light through the cracks was blinding and very yellow. I felt like I was being hit with prickles of electricity over my entire body but in a totally orderly pattern. I held on as long as I could in this in between state. I could feel nothing, not the bed, my clothing, my pillow nor Napoleon (my cat) next to me, just this pattern of electrical prickles like a grid. 

Good Goddess, Tesla was right. The border between dimensions is one big electrical field existing between every living thing and thing and the dimension they/it are anchored in. To tap that would give free electricity to every person on the planet.

And on top of that, my brain is not settled and I can barely spell. I am totally dyslexic in my worst state. 

Now I know why I have never been in that dimension at noon. It would be blinding.

Here or there?

I awoke at 9 AM on the 3rd of October, 2012 to a single note being played on a Native American flute. The difference between that and a normal flute is the Native American one's notes are flats. At first I thought something was wrong with the air conditioner but the note was clearly coming from the north. Then I heard a cat scream like it was dying and tried my best to get out into the rest of the house to see what was going on. I was really groggy and stiff.

I saw nothing amiss and managed to stumble back to bed. I had only slept a few hours and almost immediately again the cat screamed. This time I was more limber and awake and checked the entire house only to find nothing but sleeping cats. George reported later he, too, had heard the scream but not the flute.

I lie there for a few minutes and would hear the single note on and off from a great distance and fell right off to sleep.

In my dream, I was talking to what appeared a spirit guide with a large deformed head. There were two others of them and they were picking up two people, a man and a woman in a helicopter from the roof of what they identified as the Bank of America building. I believe a third being was transporting me as the other four seemed unaware I was there. When we arrived at the roof, I noticed there was no helicopter and that the two guides had turned into dragons. They resembled the Chinese dragons, wingless and about 15 long total, the bodies about 8 or 9 feet. They easily levitated and we were taken to the top of a mountain/dead volcano in the Caribbean.

The Dragons put each person down. The yellow/orange dragon was in charge of the woman and the woman turned into a smaller dragon. She immediately bowed her head. My dragon/guide asked what I thought of them and I said I didn't approve of having to bow to anyone. He quickly explained that she wasn't bowing. The energy or power of the older larger dragon was such that she could not look directly at it.

The brown dragon kept the man in human form and told him to go down through the opening at the top of the mountain and turn the machine off. The man looked down and asked how he was supposed to get all the way down there. The dragon gave him a shove off the edge and he floated down. The man then asked which machine and the dragon said to just turn all the knobs. There were multiple racks containing what looked almost like black mason jars that were the machine. Keep in mind my mind was trying to interpret something so foreign to it that it was turning it into these racks of mason jars. The man once said, "but which one?" The brown dragon levitated him out of the cavern and said "what do you mean?" The man said, "There must be a dozen of those things down there. Which one?"

That had all the dragons looking at each other and mine said, "This is not good." The brown and yellow/orange one pushed a huge flat rock over the hole sealing it and everyone started to leave. The woman was complaining she wanted to stay as a dragon as the man she was with had kept the books well protected but he was unable to open any of them. The man wanted to return as a human. The dragon with me suddenly said, "Romney is just evil."

I awoke to a trilling like someone playing a scale on a harp. It was went about 3 times and I was wide awake laying in bed wondering what was going on as there is nothing in the house that can make that sound. Much to my shock, it was 6 PM.

The sound that put me to sleep and the sound that awoke me was definitely in this dimension and time. George also heard the cat scream. None of my cats were even awake. Any thoughts???

Sun World

In this world, the sun is so strong that life on the surface is impossible. People live in caves, caverns and underground. They travel from location to location by waiting for clouds to arrive and block the sun light. Then they travel with the cloud to the next location. My visitor, whose mind I was inhabiting, was amazed at how the native knew where the cloud was going and how fast it was moving, so he asked.
The native replied that he preferred the Central Cloud Forecasting but others used different services. That sort of knocked my visitor for a loop and that was when I found out more about this world.
The huge eyes that the natives appeared to have were actually implanted shields that domed over their eye sockets. These shields are screens that computer data is projected onto from an outside source. So, he was actually getting a forecast of the cloud speed and direction on this screen.
However, these screens are much more than just a nice computer monitor. It turns out that although my host was only seeing a world in which everything was a uniform bland color and every chair and table and plate and cup was the same, what the native saw was determined by the program they had purchased. In other words, the base structures were exactly the same everywhere, but if you liked Tudor style bedroom furniture in dark green, your program caused you to see that base furniture in that style and anyone entering your living space "saw" that style and color. You purchased programs and decorated with them rather than actually using resources for anything to be manufactured. That gave you complete artistic freedom over your environment.
The sunlight was so strong that solar cells accumulated energy from reflected light rather than direct sunlight. Plants were  grown inside the cave and once again, the food product was uniform but you purchased not only the appearance program but the flavor program so you appeared to be eating a varied meal.
The clouds formed in the atmosphere, I am no weather scientist so bear with me, out of moisture, dirt and a metallic substance they had once spread in the upper atmosphere for the purpose of reflecting the sunlight and keeping the surface from heating to such a point that they would be where they are today. At one time, they lived on the surface and the planet had a temperate climate. But, the stuff they tried to use turned out to reflect the sunlight in all directions, not just form a barrier, and the result was they amplified the sunlight rather than reducing it. Now this stuff becomes magnetized and with dust and dirt forms the dark clouds that roam across the planet until the charge dissipates and they scatter back into the atmosphere. When they form, their shadow blocks the light enough to allow travel across the planet for short distances. They move at very differing rates depending on wind speed so prediction services track their predicted paths and life spans to determine whether travel is possible. You can be stranded in the light and die if the prediction is wrong. Travel is not something anyone does unless they absolutely have to get somewhere.
The level of metal in the atmosphere prevents any real communication between colonies, so they have professional travelers that risk their lives moving between colonies with all the scientific advances, news and programs as couriers. Real long distance travel is impossible. At night the temperatures drop so rapidly, everything out on the surface fast freezes.