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Roswell, New Mexico

January 2017 marks the second anniversary we began our investigative trips, beginning in Montauk, New York. When Tina, Andrea, and I embarked on our first adventure, we had no idea it would eventually involve seeing the torture and harm some extraterrestrials have been doing to people. Our work involves assisting children who have been experimented upon and tortured to their death.

Our latest trip involved helping children who were still caught in their pain of being harmed by ETs while in the physical and then still held captive in their pain while in the nonphysical.

We were led to Roswell, New Mexico. This was a location in which I did not have particular interest. Whenever I think of Roswell, I think conspiracy theories, hoax, and sensationalism. Did the events of Roswell even occur? Are the stories valid? And if it did happen, is it relevant to our investigations?

Previous to our investigations, I was not particularly interested in extraterrestrials. For me, they were neither here nor there. I knew they existed but they didn’t bother me. I had not yet seen ETs and have not seen UFOs as some have.

My interest was more in the realm of what people are doing to other people. What we have come to understand is that people are involved with helping ETs continue their own experiments and torture.

As always, we never really know what we will run into on our trips. What we do know is that we work together and our friendship solidifies our foundation of searching, helping, and exposing.

We made the necessary arrangements and rented a house with an alarm system. On a previous trip to Albuquerque, we had a physical intruder twice.

This latest trip to Roswell was no exception in seeing the link between government and extraterrestrials. The adventure began the first evening before we had even made contact with any children.

“Tami, do you see something there?” Tina asked.

I turned to the spot at which she was pointing.

“Yes…it’s a man. An angry man. A mental body projection, not a deceased person. He’s military or government.”

“Go away, you’re not wanted here,” he said.

“Wait, I want to record this on my phone. I’m writing a book,” I said.

I grabbed my phone to start recording and he became angrier.

“Do you think this is a joke?”

“No, no I don’t. What do you want us to know?” I said, while shrugging.

“You need to leave and you need to stop this nonsense. You’re not actually helping anyone. You realize that? You won’t find anyone, there’s no one here,” he said.

“If there’s no one here, then why are you here?”

Tina started laughing.

“Quit changing words, this is not a place for you to be. This is a warning.”

“We’re not leaving.”

“I warned you.”

He left the room and house.

“Why is he warning us?” asked Andrea.

“They like to intimidate. They’ve tried this before and they’ve broken into our space before. It still hasn’t worked and this won’t work. We will find children who are hurting and want to move on.”

 

More coming soon

National Laboratory

Apparently, desiring to explore the grounds of a National Lab is frowned upon. 

I had read online there were some abandoned buildings in the vicinity of the National Laboratory. Maybe they were on the same property? I knew the Lab was secure, and had guards, so what would it hurt to just see if we could peruse the area?

After the two and half-hour drive, we arrived in Los Alamos and found our way to the Laboratory.

Pulling up to the gates, I could see there were at least four gates, but only one was open. Ahead we went.

“We wanted to explore the Laboratory,” I told the guard.

“You can’t. Is that why you came? Just turn around there and leave.”

“Oh…well, I also heard there are abandoned buildings from the Lab in the 1940’s here. Do you know where those are?”

“There are no abandoned buildings. Just turn around there and go back.”

“Are you sure? I thought there were abandoned buildings?”

“No! This is the only laboratory. There are no abandoned buildings. Just turn there and leave.”

I was inclined to give him a hand gesture, but decided against it and simply turned around and left. But not before thinking about accelerating the car toward the Laboratory. I saw the sitting guard or police car and decided against it.

“What do we do from here?” I asked Andrea and Tina.

“Let’s find the park,” Andrea suggested.

We drove to the Visitor’s Center, which led us to the Aquatic Center. It was suggested that we needed a pass to get into the park, which didn’t make sense to us but we went with it.

We arrived to the Aquatic center to ask for directions and a pass.

“You don’t need a pass to visit the park.”

“Well that makes more sense. How do we get there?”

He gave us directions and said we’d need to go through security at the National Laboratory.

“We have to go through the gates to get to the park?”

“Yeah, they’ll just check your ID and wave you in.”

I looked at Andrea wondering if the guard would let us in after our previous questioning.

Sitting in the car before making our way back to the Laboratory, Andrea and I devised a plan.

“We can just play ditzy and confused,” Andrea suggested.

“Yeah, we’ll pretend we were confused and he’ll play right in and not give us a fuss.”

Thankfully, I didn’t give him the finger.

“Look, we’ll just say we’re from out of town and we got confused and just want to see the park.”

“Right…”

Maybe I should twirl my hair with my finger? No, too obvious.

“He’ll probably be the only guard again too,” I said.

We arrived at the same guard’s station and I lowered my window with a smile on my face.

“Here we are again!” I said and chuckled.

“We are just so confused. We actually want to see the park, Camp May! I don’t know what I was thinking before.”

“Camp May?” he said.

“Yes, the Aquatics center sent us this direction to get to Camp May,” Andrea said.

“The Aquatics Center?”

“Yes, so sorry to bother you. We just arrived to see Los Alamos and got turned around and confused!”

Should I bat my eyelashes? No, too obvious.

Score! He smiled!

“Ok…go ahead and go straight. You’ll see a sign for Camp May and just follow it. To get back this way, you’ll have to go through security again on the other side. Just show him your ID.”

“Thank you so much!”

Torture

“You can come out of the bathroom…”

I knew she could hear me, but she wasn’t immediately responding.

“I don’t know where I am,” she replied.

“Well, you’re in my home, obviously dead. I think I can help you.”

“Why do you think you can help me?”

“I’ve helped many like you.”

“What is that?”

Coming out of the bathroom, she pointed to my laptop.

“It’s a computer.”

She seemed confused.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t remember everything.”

“You don’t have to remember everything, you can just tell me what you do remember.”

“I was locked up.”

“Do you know why?”

“No, they would only give me small amounts of food.”

“Did they do anything to you while you were locked up?”

“I don’t want to remember!”

She became emotional, but not exactly crying.

“Are you sure I’m dead?”

“I’m almost positive you’re dead. It must have been a long time ago if you don’t recognize my computer.”

“1946.”

“Soon after the war ended.”

“Yes, I was taken right at the end. I thought it was victory, but two women kidnapped me. I didn’t trust them.”

“How did they take you?”

She showed me an image of being physically assaulted with her mouth being covered. The two women restrained her.

“They wouldn’t tell me where they were taking me, they just told me to shut up.”

She continued, “They hurt me.”

She showed me an image of her being strapped to a table and…

Shadows

“And the girl I saw in my bedroom? The one with dirty clothes and spooky eyes?”

“Shadows are overtaking her.”

A month prior, I had woken up around the 3 a.m. and saw a teenage girl standing in front of my bed. She had dark hair and eyes that looked haunted. She appeared to be in great emotional and mental pain.

I shook my head. What do I do with this?

I didn’t know and so I stopped. I stopped listening and stopped engaging or acknowledging. At the time, I justified my choice. Since I was seemingly limited in what information I could gain, I should stop and wait. But this was a mistake.

After I stopped listening I temporarily forgot what I needed to do. As a result, I began picking up on the deceased’s emotions. I was feeling their frustration and sadness for the most part.

Mount Blanca-Moon

When taking pics of the moon (almost full) on Saturday night, it kept displaying it with a vertical line through it. Then taking it again, it displayed a six point star through it. There’s also a green orb that has been showing up in my moon (only) pics for two years now. This one seems to have a tail when viewing closely (in the vertical moon pic). My phone camera was the only one distorting the moon.

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Mount Blanca, Colorado

We just returned from another trip. Odd and more odd doesn’t really define it exactly. While spontaneously visiting an area on Mt Blanca, Colorado this appeared on my driver’s side window. It occurred when Andrea and I walked away for less than ten minutes and while Tina was still in the car (back turned to my window) getting thorns out of her shoes. No other humans were around. After later showing the owner of the home, we were renting, she notified her scientist friend to seek a logical explanation. He could not find one. So he took this photo with an added color to capture the image from the dusty window. He then used his computer to draw out the image for clarity.

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New Mexico

An excerpt from Silent Whispers; a true story from deceased children

Right after that, we walked up to see over the ridge and waited. A child showed up. She’s between eight and ten years old.

“No one listens to me,” she said.

“It appears she tries to make contact with physical people and they cannot hear her. But we hear her.”

“Will you tell me how to get home? I try to run away but I can’t. Sometimes it’s hard to breathe. I always feel like I’m being watched. Dragon’s tail, dragon’s tail.”

“I’m asking her if she wants to tell us what they did to her, but she is not forthcoming. She’s indicating it hurt and that they did something to her tongue. It sounds like, looks like to interfere with speech. She’s also showing electric shock and it appears she died in that manner,” I said out loud.

“She seems very brave,” Andrea said.

“No I’m not, I just can’t get out of here! Will you help me?” She continued, “Ok, I’ll listen.”

“So ok, good,” Andrea said and chuckled.

I realized the girl was responding to what Andrea was silently telling her.

“The Speaker is here to help guide her over and she sees her.”

“Thank you for finally listening.”

Both the Speaker and the girl moved on.

The Girl in the Corner

Sitting in the family room while dinner was cooking, I noticed an energy near a corner. The energy was tall like a grown person. I could feel it was a young woman and she was very sad and angry.

“They took me for their own purposes. They promised me my mother. They said if I go, I’ll see her.”

“Did you see her?”

“No.”

“They took parts of me. They violated me.”

“What year is it?”

“It’s 1942.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m sixteen.”

“Who took you?”

“The men. I tried to run.”

“Where?”

“Out in the woods. They had dogs and snakes everywhere.”

Snakes?

In the image she showed me there were many snakes around.

“Why did they take your mother?”

“I don’t know, they said she had information.”

“Did she work for the military?”

“No. She did work for the government. She had a secure job.”

“What does secure job mean?”

“She had clearance.”

“What did they do, how did you die?”

“When I tried to run, they caught me. They put me in a cage. I couldn’t see out.”

She showed me an image of adults putting a cloth bag over her head.

I began wondering where they took her when she answered my question.

“I don’t know where they took me. They tied me up. I don’t know for how long.”

She showed me an image of being gagged and considered useless at this point.

She realized they had already killed her mother.

“I don’t know what they wanted to do with me.”

She showed me an image of how she died and shortly after she died (Details in Silent Whispers).

“Have you seen your mother?”

“No.”

“This really bothers me. I hope someone is here to help you move into the light…”

I was feeling a heaviness I wasn’t expecting to feel that night. I ached for her and the pain she endured. I knew she would receive assistance in the light, but in the moment, I just wanted to cry, especially after she showed me how they killed her.

The Speaker arrived and assisted her to move on.

Later, I wondered if this was a preview to our next destination, a destination with individuals who will share stories of torture, abduction, and pain. But most important those who are in pain will receive guidance and assistance to move on as this girl did.

Haunted Hotel

 

Walking into the hotel, I didn’t notice much. I was looking forward to unloading my car for the one-night stay and heading to the restaurant for a nice dinner.

After unloading my belongings into my room, I began to notice several deceased people in my room and in the hallway. Some were obvious and some were a spark of light as I walked the hallway. I began to wonder how well I would sleep. I knew they couldn’t and probably would not want to hurt me, but still…kind of creepy.

After a very nice crab cake appetizer, curry chicken soup (to die for-no pun intended), and a green salad, I was ready to head back to my room. I had previously promised my nonphysical roommates I would listen to their stories after dinner.

In a timely and convenient (always a nice surprise) manner, I noticed an entity seemingly ready to speak.

“I’m all alone,” she said.

“How are old are you?” I asked.

“Nineteen.”

“Why are you here?”

“I don’t know. I just end up here, over and over and over.”

“What do you mean, you try to leave?”

“Yes. I walk around and around trying to find a way out.”

“But you don’t know how you got here?”

“No, don’t you understand?!”

“You know there are many others here like you, right?”

She seemed confused by that.

“They’re walking around, like you.”

She doesn’t see them.

“What is the last thing you remember?”

I noticed the curtains behind her. The plastic long rod that pulls the curtains closed kept swaying back and forth, back and forth. I had been over there previously and had not felt a breeze nor was it windy outside.

“Fishing.”

“Fishing? Who were you fishing with?”

“Grandfather.”

“What do you remember next?”

“It got dark really fast.”

“Then what?”

“We started running for the tent, we were going to camp.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t remember, everything went black.”

“Where were you fishing?”

“At a lake.”

I had been having many extraterrestrial experiences lately, so my natural thought process was in the direction of extraterrestrials.

“Do you remember seeing a light or hearing a humming noise?”

“No.”

Well, either she wasn’t abducted or she doesn’t remember being abducted.

“Did you know you have guides?”

“What?”

“Guides…who can help you?”

In that moment, the higher Beings came in, four of them advising me to help her move on. I knew she couldn’t see them.

“Do you see a light?”

“No…I don’t know.”

“You can move into it and out of here.”

“I don’t trust it…”

“Call it heaven or another universe or something else… but it carries peace.”

I gave her time to cross over and she did.

The curtain rod stopped moving.

A couple more came in and then left. A male in particular. We’ll see if they return…hopefully before my bedtime!

 

Are You Sure I’m Dead?

“Are you sure I’m dead?”

“I’m almost positive you’re dead. It must have been a long time ago if you don’t recognize my computer.”

“1946.”

“Right after the war ended.”

“Yes, I was taken right at the end. I thought it was victory, but I was kidnapped by two women. I didn’t trust them.”

“How did they take you?”

She showed me an image of being physically assaulted with her mouth being covered. The two women restrained her.

“They wouldn’t tell me where they were taking me, they just told me to shut up.”

She continued, “They hurt me.”

She showed me an image of her being strapped to a table and naked.

“They cut me, they…(details in Silent Whispers)

“There were men there now, doing this?”

“Yes, they seemed to enjoy it.”

“Do you know why they were cutting you?”

“Not really. It was like they were…(details in Silent Whispers)

“Is this how you died?”

“Not right away, they would stop and start over time. I became so scared of them. They didn’t care about me or how they were hurting me, what they were doing to me.”

“Eventually…(details in Silent Whispers)”

“And that’s how you died…”

“Yes.”

“Do you see a light?”

“No.”

“I’m so sorry they hurt you.”

“They treated me like an animal!”

She fell to the floor crying.

She stayed on the floor, holding her knees to her chest in a self-protective position.

“There is a place you can go where you don’t feel this pain anymore,”

As I said that the Speaker finally came in.

“Finally!” I said

She looked at me and smiled her compassionate smile

“Patience,” she told me.

Patience…I get told that so many times!

“This one too,” she nodded at the little boy still hiding in front of my footboard.

“He’s ready to speak now,” she said.

“I will assist this one and return,” she said and moved towards the teen girl.

The girl, while crying, went with her and the little boy came closer to me.

“Where is he? He’s nice.”

He was talking about my grandson, Conor.

“He went to school, sweetie.”

“You’re nice too,” he said.

“Do you want my help?”

He nodded.

“I want to know…,” he said.

“Want to know what?”

“What it’s like to not be hurting.”