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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.”

 

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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.