Over the past thirty years, I have often been the victim of social engineering. The first time I became aware of it was after the publication of my book Confirmation, which was critical of the Air Force’s handling of the UFO phenomenon, and what I viewed then, and continue to view, as an inappropriate adherence to secrecy. Just as the book was being published, a lie about me appeared in the Sunday supplement Parade Magazine, which was then a significant factor in the media.
This story claimed that I had discovered that I had temporal lobe epilepsy. It was wrong. When I called the magazine about it, an editor said that it had been given to them by friends of mine in the USAF.
Not exactly friends.
I was furious, and grew even more so as I came to understand the extent of social engineering that government elements engage in to shape the public perception of the UFO phenomenon and those of us who are dedicated to bringing it into the light and into focus, and to trap us in a ghetto so that the general public never so much as glimpses the truth that we represent. (And I don’t necessarily mean that aliens are here. I mean that a great unknown is here.)
What I have not understood until just this past year is what happens to the souls of people who participate in this sort of thing. Recently, though, I have begun to see into what we call the “afterlife” with a certain clarity. As this new vision matures, it has become frighteningly apparent that the Master of the Key’s explanation of sin is deeply true. It is, as he says, “denial of the right to thrive.”
Those who keep the secrets are guilty of this on a truly spectacular scale. What they do probably seems rather small to them, but it is an enormous evil, and thus dreadfully corrosive to the welfare of their souls.
By their actions, they diminish the lives of literally every other human being on this planet. Let me assure you, from the depths of my own soul that what happens to them after they leave the sacristy of the body is devastating. They don’t simply blow away like dust after death as do those who have not nurtured their souls. What happens to them is not like anything you might imagine, and is more terrible than you can imagine.
In the early nineties, two men menaced me with a device they should not have possessed—that no man has a right to possess, not without full understanding of what it does, and a deep respect for the holiness of every single human being. As I had been trained by the visitors to resist the effects of such things, they failed and ran off.
Last year, I saw one of them again. Now, this man is no longer in the physical. He’s dead. I saw him in his new state, and it was truly horrible. So horrible that I will not describe it. He was screaming “west death, west death” again and again, begging that what of him is eternal be launched on a current to oblivion so that his suffering will end.
I wept for him. I begged God to forgive him. But it’s not like that. God is not a judge. We are our own judges. He cannot release himself from what he cannot erase, and the damage he must have done in this world—very little to me personally—must be extraordinary.
The souls of the keepers of the secrets are all in jeopardy in the same way. Every one of them is in fantastic danger, from the dedicated young officer who is told that he is protecting the reputation of his military organization to the old pro who has long since been lost in eternal darkness.
What is most terrible about this is that they act on advice that seems to come from a higher source. But it doesn’t. Nothing that diminishes the right to thrive ever comes from anything except one’s own inner darkness.
As soon as I understood that I had encountered the visitors and knew a little of what they were, I also knew that I and all others in the same position have an absolute obligation. We cannot keep this secret, not any of us, and that includes social engineers who work for the government, and those outside of that community who are convinced to help them, or terrorized into doing so.
It is a truly evil business, and everybody involved faces a dreadful outcome. I am so saddened that I have been the occasion for this.
Is there a dark force directing the actions of such people? Not at all. Life in the time stream is an extremely dangerous business. It’s a place of testing and as such full of soul traps.
Some people I work with have ended up in such a trap. This is not the first time this has happened. Their only escape is to tell the truth and damn the consequences—to tell the truth to the power that has captured them, and to us.
When Anne passed out of her body for the last time, I was granted the privilege of going with her a part of the way. In those moments, I tasted the joy of ascension, and I pray continuously that that every one of us will join her in it.
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