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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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.”
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!”
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.
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?”
“They took parts of me. They violated me.”
“What year is it?”
“How old are you?”
“Who took you?”
“The men. I tried to run.”
“Out in the woods. They had dogs and snakes everywhere.”
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?”
“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.
PART TWO OF THEY TOOK US
That next weekend, in the early morning hours on the first Sunday in spring, I woke up and felt a deceased woman roaming the house. Who was this? What did she want? I tossed and turned as I felt the woman continuing to roam the house.
It’s her. The mother of the little girl who was taken by the Gestapo.
I felt her presence closer as I acknowledged this information and I recognized who she was.
I promise first thing later when I wake up, I’ll listen. I promise.
I fell back asleep and at 6am, I quickly grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to my desk and computer.
“They made me give her away. I didn’t want to. They said it would be safer for everyone. I became a worker to hide myself too. I wanted to keep a low profile,” she spoke immediately.
“Then what happened?”
“I was found in three years. I was ashamed of what I did.”
“You were ashamed of giving away your daughter?”
“They told me she would be alright. That she would be safe.”
“But you died before she was found?”
“No, I didn’t…I was found. By the Czech police.”
“Then what happened?”
“They burned me.”
“I lost track of time, but I heard about my daughter.”
She showed me an image of being passed a note while she was in what appeared to be a concentration camp.
“So this is why you need to find your daughter?”
“Yes, I need to know she survived.”
“What do you mean survived?”
“That they didn’t take her with them. The Nazis.”
“I’m confused. Again.”
“I heard stories where they took their spirits.”
The Speaker walked in with the little girl right then.
“How would she know it’s her mother?” I asked the Speaker.
“Thank you…” the mother said.
She held her daughter tight and began to carry her out. They did not hold hands; they held each other so tight as to never let go.
“Go in peace,” the Speaker said to the mother.
Both the little girl and mother walked into a light and moved on.
The Speaker started giving me information.
“You need to have a clear mind and be prepared for what’s coming.”
“When? So I can prepare.”
“Prepare now and they shall arrive.”
I remembered what I’d been told by a wise teacher some years ago: “Preparation is a state of mind.”
Reflecting on the previous information from Monika and then later her mother, I wanted to make the connections. Monika said she was Polish and Jewish. It sounded like the mother said the Czech police found her.
History shows many Jews fled to Czechoslovakia and Germany later invaded. Though the country resisted Hitler’s invasion, there were probably police siding with the Nazis or forced to side with them.
I searched online for any references to any Jewish folk stories around spirits being taken by dark-minded people. I couldn’t find anything at all. So I emailed a person I knew who was Jewish and her reply made sense to me.
My mom heard of stories in the Orthodox tradition, that when someone dies, there are different Rabbis that sit over the body for 24 hours to make sure that no negative entities enter the body to take their soul. Otherwise, it is taught that negative entities can interfere with the soul going into the Light.
Onward and Forward!