SPIRITUAL PARASITES
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PART ONE
Updated August 20, 2024
Dear Friends and Family,
Although I first began reporting this information internationally in 2011, I continue to expose the criminally insane, covert controllers of mankind. I assure you this is not speculation, a hoax, or simply a figment of peoples imagination. These parasitic creatures are real and they need to be dealt with immediately so mankind can evolve to the next level of existence.
Before reading further, I suggest you click this link and listen to my in-depth interview with Australian shaman Steve Richards about this very sensitive subject. We must take responsibility for our relationships with these creatures. Intention, Agreement and Manifestation are key aspects to better understanding the situation.
Although these parasites are not human, they are able to covertly influence our thoughts so we will do harm to oursevles and or others. In this way, they feed off the energy generated from the negative emotions of humans such as pain, fear, anger, revenge, etc.
It is unclear when these cosmic amoeba-like creatures and their reptilian counterparts first came to earth, but we know they were discovered by shamans in altered states of consciousness long ago and have recently been photographed and caught on video.
Here is a very important video taken on May 13, 2013, at 1:11 p.m.
It shows a sleeping child being tormented by an Archon parasite. This synthetic life form is feeding off the negative energy emitted by the child's DNA as it is being emotionally disturbed. The Archon is invisible to the average human eye; however, the night-vision filter on the baby monitor recorded the entity's energy signature.
The day after I reported the above video on my radio show, I received the following from a friend living near my home town of Malibu, which is where I first became aware of these parasitic, paranormal entities in 1985.
My friend and I were both born in 1959. He recalled the following:
Use the links below to listen to my radio interview re. this issue on Coast to Coast AM
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Use this link to listen to me dicussing this very sensitive subject on The Unicus Radio Hour
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To understand the level of Archon technology that currently exist on Earth to control humans, please look at the graphic image below: this is a synthetic biology created by Satanic Scientists:
The reason everyone is not seeing them on a daily basis is because these creature's energy signature is beyond our normal, narrow range of vision within the electromagnetic spectrum. What scientist call "visible light."
Here are a series of authentic, infrared photographs and other images of these creatures:
These are not space craft. They are living creatures that modern pioneers in this field of research (during the 1950s) termed "sky fish."
An amazing new recent development in telescope lens technology has led to further proof that "invisible" entities live in our atmosphere. You can read about it in this amazing article by clicking this link. Below are authentic photos from the article.
Coincidentally, in 1968, an episode of Star Trek featured an enormous version of the exact same type of energy-hungry, ameoba-like creature described here in my press release.
Mr. Spock is astonished by not only the size of this creature and how much energy it is consuming from its surrounding environment, including the Starship Enterprise and its crew, but it is about to give birth. As stated before, these are biological creatures. I think of them as organic capacitors that are constantly absorbing energy.
The image used here in Star Trek is just a microscopic amoeba that is color enhanced. But notice the incredible geometric similarity to a photo of a "sky fish" and the mouth-like feeding hole. The original Star Trek series also featured a very revealing episode called Return of the Archons, where an entire planet of people are mentally manipulated by an Artificial Intelligence and must anually harm themselves and others.
To resolve the problem, Kirk and Spock confront the Artificial Intelligence and ask it difficult questions it has evidently never had to answer, such as whether the AI's approach to creating the good is really creating evil. Ultimately, they convince it that it is the evil, and that it must destroy the evil, which it does by committing suicide and exploding.
It is very insightful that "a large, dark, fat fish that could fly" was the description used by Carlos Castenada when he was reportedly first taught how to see these covert creatures (see excerpt below) and informed that they are able to influence the mind's of humans. But there is more to this incredible story than meets the eye.
Ancient Gnostic texts from Egypt, called the Nag Hammadi, describe two types of demonic alien beings that invaded earth long ago which they call the Archons. The first type of Archon looks like a reptile (read the South African connection for details on the reptilian Archons among us).
The Gnostics tell us that the other type of Archon looks like a human embryo... which has the same shape and appearance as the "sky fish" photos. However, both types of Archon feed off negative human emotions/energy.
Also, in the conclusion of my ground-breaking book, I report in great detail how demonic, alien creatures are secretly manipulating the minds of politicians and other powerful people in Washington.
Below are a series of photos taken on March 10, 2010, of one of these demonic, shapeshifting entities as it flys over the rooftops of Georgetown in Washington, D.C., (the site of the actual possesion of a 13-year-old boy which was fictionalized in the book and movie The Excorcist).
Click the below image to read a recent main-stream article about a psychiatrist admitting possession is real
Unfortunately, I now see that the possession of people's mind/soul is not limited to a few individuals in positions of power on this planet. If the revelations in this press release you are reading are accurate, everyone is potentially being mentally/emotionally manipulated by these creatures to some degree.
In 2011, I was contacted by a mental health professional that confirmed my conclusions about this very serious problem and was asking for my help. This individual had over 30 years of experience dealing with people in a clinical setting that were plauged by these parasitic creatures.
Here is a small portion of what was shared with me:
I reached over the corner of my cluttered desk and from a battered grey bookshelf, pulled down a copy of Beyond Fear, a Toltec Guide to Freedom and Joy by Don Miguel Ruiz. I positioned my office chair to where I could see my patient "G" out of the corner of my eye and began reading.
“Humans are not the only beings with powerful minds. Attached to humanity are unseen beings that also are an organ of the earth. They share the metabolism of the earth, just as humans do. These beings form a spectrum from benevolent to harmful. They have been present alongside the human race from the beginning. The destiny of these beings and that of humans is intertwined. The Toltec’s call them Allies. The Allies lack a brain, which means they have no factory to create emotions, but they need the ethereal energy of emotions to sustain their life. Allies push humans to create traumas in order to create fear, which they feed upon.”
Ruiz went on to say that humans are in a similar relationship to these entities as cows are to humans. He pointed out that humans take in energy from sunlight through food already processed by other living beings, such as plants and animals. Our brain then transforms the material energy into the ethereal energy of our emotions. This emotional energy then supplies food for our minds and for the Allies.
The Allies must then convert emotion into the negative emotion on which they feed. He explained that the Allies had no mechanism to produce the negative emotional energy themselves. They had to turn human emotional energy into negative energy before they could harvest it. In order to turn human emotion negative, the Allies are capable of putting fearful thoughts into the minds of humans which in turn generates the negative emotion on which they feed.
This fit the schizophrenic’s description of how psychotic voices operated exactly and also explained the occurrence of sudden, negative, obtrusive thoughts that seem to come to mind out of nowhere. Ruiz went on to explain that in order to resist the coercion of the Allies, people must become aware of them as this very moment they are feeding off the negative energy and fear generated by us.
He warned that humans should be very careful of the kind of emotions they transmit and pointed out that these entities are attracted to negative emotional energy much as sharks are to blood. He concluded by saying that, “Our emotions attract the attention of beings of like kind.” The medicine man appeared to have a perfect operational definition of how the voices operated, a phenomenon that schizophrenics had been reporting for years to deaf ears of the sane.
I watched G out of the corner of my eye as I read alert for any movement. He remained motionless. When I finished reading, eager to get his opinion, I looked up with curious anticipation. When I looked up I was greeted by a pair of cold, reptilian eyes which glared at me with pure hatred so dark and intense that it sent chills coursing up my spine.
The transition from the sociable, curious inmate I had been speaking to moments before to what appeared to be an animal intent on murder stunned me. What looked at me through G’s eyes was not G. Apprehension consumed me. With my eyes glued on G, I rolled my chair against the back wall and braced for an attack. I felt a predator about to pounce. He sat silently boiling with piercing hatred.
Here is link to an interview I did with Dr. J confirming demons are real
Here is a link to a very-graphic movie about demonic possesion that is based on a true story: The Exorcism of Emily Rose
Use this link to read more of what Middle Eastern culture says about these entities:
Djinn are capable of possessing human beings. They are said to enter the blood stream and circulate rapidly through the body. They cause mental and physical problems, and also disrupt marriages and relationships. Asking a djinni to leave, or bargaining with it, may not be enough to get it to go, and someone who is trained may be needed to perform an exorcism to get it out of the body.
Djinn encounters occur everywhere, and they may be interpreted as other entities rather than their true selves. This is especially the case in areas where little is known about them. Encounters with angels, fairies, demons, elementals, extraterrestrials, mysterious creatures and ghosts of the dead may be djinn in disguise, either playing tricks or carrying out an agenda.
Use this link to read more of what South African culture says about these entities:
It is said that these creatures feed on us human beings; that they, at one time, challenged God Himself to war, because they wanted full control of the universe. And God fought a terrible battle against them and He defeated them, injured them, and forced them to hide in cities underground.
They hide in deep cavities underground, because they are always feeling cold. In these cavities, we are told, there are huge fires which are kept going by slaves, human, zombie-like slaves. And, it is further said that these Zuswazi, these Imbulu, or whatever you choose to call them, are not capable of eating solid food. They either eat human blood, or they eat that power, the energy that is generated when human beings, on the surface of the Earth, are fighting and killing each other in large numbers.
I met people who have fled from the early Masaki in Rwanda, from years ago, and these people were horrified by what was happening in their country. They said that the slaughter of the Hutus by the Watusi, and the Watusi by the Hutus, is actually feeding the Imanujela, monsters. Because the Imanujela like to inhale the energy that is generated by masses of people being terrified or being killed by other people.
Use this link to read more of what Polynesian culture says about these entities:
Makua looked at me quite seriously and observed, "If we look at the state of the world today, we can see their influence everywhere, and at every level. The could be thought of as psychic vampires. The e'epa are mental forces that have the ability to intrude into the human mind. They operate through subterfuge and psychic stealth.
They are adversaries who are drawn to humans because they wish to acquire our human capacity for creative imagination. Humans are creators, and they are not. Because of this, the deceivers will always be thwarted by the superiority of our human species."
Click the book cover below to read a detailed account of my first close encounter with "the Archons"...
Here are some other very important insights to consider about these entities.
Excerpted from:
pg 217
Don Juan said, "This is the appropriate time of day for doing what I am asking you to do. It takes a moment to engage the necessary attention to do it. Don't stop until you catch that fleeting black shadow."
I did see some strange fleeting black shadow projected on the foliage of the trees. It was either a shadow going back and forth or various fleeting shadows moving side-to-side or straight up in the air. They looked lie fat black fish to me, enormous fish. It was as if gigantic swordfish were flying in the air. I was engrossed in the sight. Then, finally, it scared me. It became to dark to see the foliage, yet I could still see the fleeting black shadows.
"What is it, don Juan?" I asked.
"[Long ago, the native sorcerer/shamans of Mexico] discovered that we have a companion for life," he said, as clearly as he could. "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos, and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile; helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so."
It was very dark around us, and that seemed to curtail any expression on my part. If it had been daylight, I would have laughed my head off. In the dark, I felt quite inhibited.
"It's pitch black around us," don Juan said, "but if you look out of the corner of your eye, you will still see fleeting shadows jumping all around you."
He was right. I could still see them. Their movement made me dizzy. Don Juan turned on the light, and that seemed to dissipate everything. Don Juan said, "You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico."
Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."
"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."
I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part. I heard myself saying, "No, no, no, no. This is absurd, don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers, or for average men, or for anyone."
"Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you?"
"Yes, it infuriates me," I retorted. "Those claims are monstrous!"
"Well," he said, "you haven't heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. "I'm going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I'm going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts; and you cannot get up and leave because you're caught. Not because I'm holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!"
There was something in me which I felt was a 'glutton for punishment'. He was right. I wouldn't have left the house for the world; and yet I didn't like one bit the inanities he was spouting. Don Juan said, "I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer, and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs; or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs; our ideas of good and evil; our social mores. The predators are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations, and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."
"But how can they do this, don Juan?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"
"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. "In order to keep us obedient, meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver- stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, and filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.
"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered, and its food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which after all is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. The predators ensure in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear."
"It's not that I can't accept all this at face value, don Juan," I said. "I could, but there's something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand. "If it's true that they eat us, how do they do it?"
Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator.
He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns. There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.
After a moment's pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it?"
"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us.
"How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you... and not so much because they don't believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators' existence."
My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously?
Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever. I felt another wave of a threatening sensation. The wave didn't stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without looking at me anymore.
"Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point," he said, "do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see." He got up to turn off the lights. I stopped him. "No, no, don Juan," I said, "don't turn off the lights. I'm doing okay."
What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew something viscerally, but I wouldn't dare touch it, or bring it to the surface, not in a million years!
"You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees," don Juan said, sitting back against his chair. "That's pretty good. I'd like you to see them inside this room. You're not seeing anything. You're just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that."
I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned on the lights.
"What a temperamental fellow!" he said. "A total disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you're going to swell up like a big toad and burst."
Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico," he said, "saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground.
"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man."
I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn't there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favorite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.
"What are you saying, don Juan?" I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe.
"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."
Don Juan's words were eliciting a strange, bodily reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The maneuver calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.
"This predator," don Juan said, "which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it's so horrific that we don't want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don't mean harsh routines. I don't mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you're blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe."
"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?" I asked.
Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said,"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task. If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing.
"Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.
"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The [alien mind control of these creatures] comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.
"That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."
I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamored for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, "What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers' mind?"
"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."
I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, "Don Juan, don Juan, you're incorrigible!"
Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, "I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers' mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate."
He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, "The flyers' mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And that's exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together."
I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.
Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. "You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?" he said. "Rest assured, that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I'm telling you."
His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.
"Don't worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."
After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn't know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair.
"I don't know which way to turn, don Juan," I said.
"Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost." Don Juan said, "You're being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities.
"And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might. The sorcerers' revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's the end of the story."
Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. "We have been sitting here for hours. It's time to go into the house. I'm going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?"
I declined. My stomach was in an uproar.
"I think you'd better go to sleep," he said. "The blitz has devastated you."
I didn't need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.
[When I arrived] home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn't have the self as its focal point.
My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn't find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan's line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable. The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves.
The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before. I attributed my reaction to don Juan's influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.
The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn't find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.
The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, "I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can't. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators."
"Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see," don Juan said with a smile. I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.
"The flyers' mind has not left you," don Juan said. "It has been seriously injured. It's trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers' mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.
"You see, the flyers' mind has no competitors. When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you've done something of worth. The flyers' mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, 'Yes, of course, it is nonsense,' you will say. That's the way they overcome us.
"The flyers are an essential part of the universe, and they must be taken as what they really are; awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe," he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, "and it's because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.
"The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue."
During don Juan's process of revelation regarding the Archons to Carlos Castaneda he said:
"The flyers' mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And that's exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together."
I wonder if it would be possible to use modern technology sound and/or other energy generators to generate the "vibrating force (i.e., pressure), that holds us together" and then apply that "pressure long enough" until "the flyers' mind flees in defeat"? That is of course, after testing has proved there was no danger of such a frequency/pressure UNBINDING the energy that binds humans together as a conglomerate of energy fields.
Such a technology may be of tremendous value toward ridding Humanity and possibly Gaia of the Archons. And when you think about it, IF the fellow in Florida (i.e., I am not remembering his name right now), was able to move enormous stones using sound vibration/energy/force-pressure, and claims, that the intersecting point of two radar beam can produce a force capable of disrupting the energy propulsion and/or flight systems of an alien craft which causes it to crash, then maybe it is possible to utilize sound and/or some other energy frequency(ies) to (re)move or force-pressure the Archons to flee from the minds of Humanity and/or Gaia!
I would consider this a worthy intention and goal, how about you? Do you have any ideas regarding how this might be accomplish? I have a few.
Don Juan also said:
"You're being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that if you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities." "And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might. The sorcerers' revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate." "Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's the end of the story."
I wonder, can it be as simple as WITHDRAWING ones CONSENT in order to render the agreement null and void, and release the bonds created by the (unintentional) agreement? Two of the required elements of any agreement or contract are: full-knowledge of the conditions of the agreement, and willing-intent to participate.
Therefore, without full-knowledge and willing-intent, such an agreement or contract was never established by the Conscious Act by Your Spirit, and thus would be null and void, even though it is currently being enforced by spiritually and universally unlawful entities through the use of deception and force.
Don Juan also said: "The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."
Is it possible that the trait of lack of concentration is being passed on to some humans while they are being attacked and fed upon by Archons, and does this trait later manifest as human behavior which is now being labeled as ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER (ADD), especially in children? Is Attention Deficit Disorder a side-effect or possibly an intentional-effect used by the Archons so their minions can profit from the drugs they manufacture and then sell to humans related to this disorder?
PART TWO
A growing number of people on planet earth have become aware that there is a mental parasite that has been manipulating mankind to do harm and embrace hatred and fear as a way of life. This is because our negative thoughts and deeds allows these mental parasites to feed off the negative energy emitted by our DNA when we are in distress.
You see, although I initially read the information below in 1985, I didn't actually begin to understand it until 2011. That's when I wrote my first article about the Archons (see above PART ONE) and their parasitic affect on mankind. However, after being interviewed on Coast to Coast AM in November of 2014, I was up late that night and could not sleep so, I decided to re-read some key insights regarding the origins of the Archons, as written by Norman Paulsen. (see pages below)
This incredibly insightful information was allegedly given to him by benevolent human ETs in the 1950s. Coincidentally, prior to that, Norman lived with my father when they were spiritual students of Paramahansa Yogananda at Self Realization Fellowship where my dad eventually became a reverend.
Although it took me about 29 years, I finally understand how a small group of our divine ancestors accidentally went insane and created a "cancer of consciousness" in our Universe. This information (seen below) is essential for accurately diagnosing and curing this destructive infection caused by mental parasites (demons)... the true root of all evil.
Years ago, a friend gave me his copy of the above book after I told him about how I had been attacked by the Archon parasites at the beach where I worked as a security guard in Malibu. That event led to my face-to-face meeting with a "shining man" while meditating on a mountain top all night which eventually led to my discovery of ancient, megalithic ruins in Malibu in 1985.
This same book has gone through some revisions and now has a new cover.
The few pages posted below give us important insights into the unintentional birth of the mental parasite that is the Archon infection. It is important to realize that consciousness is the key to creation on every level of existence. And, we need to understand that the small group of radiant beings that intentionally ventured into the forbidden zone were creative gods of the Cosmos. At that time they were working peacefully together. They were "Builders of Worlds" which included our Earth/Gaia.
As we read the pages below, it is clear that a small group of our space-faring ancestors were traumatized to the core of their being when they intentionally entered a "forbidden zone" located somewhere in our Universe. As a result, our ancestors unintentionally created the parasitic, negative thought forms that we on earth call Archon or Lord... among other names, such as demons, etc.
I used to think that these parasitic entities were external or alien to our Universe. However, after researching and analyzing this topic intently for decades, I now realize that these dark entities are a holographic fragment of our multidimensional selves - body/mind/spirit. Therefore, we can and must cure this illness of consciousness ourselves:
You can see that I wrote "the Birth of the Archons" in the margin on this page. However, I really didn't understand how accurate that insight was when I wrote it back in 2011.
You can use this link to see an ancient temple of Mu I found in Malibu in 1985 soon after I was attacked by Archon parasites.
I do not agree with everything that Norman claims occurred after the Archons were accidentally conceived and took control of Earth by force. I have found the Wes Penre Papers allegedly contain far more detailed accounts of the Luciferian Rebellion and how it has negatively affected mankind in our Universe... especially on Earth.
I used to think that these parasitic entities were external or alien to our Universe. However, after researching and analyzing this topic intently for the past three decades, I now realize that these dark entities are a holographic fragment of our multidimensional selves - body/mind/spirit. Therefore, we can and must cure this illness of consciousness ourselves.
PART THREE
After three decades of research, and personal experience with this problem, it gives me great pleasure to present the antidote for the mental parasite many people are calling an "Archon". It is appropriate to describe these holographic, tumorous thought forms as a "cancer of consciousness" — a term first created by author Collin Wilson in his 1967 novel The Mind Parasites.
I have learned that we not only feed Archons with our negative thoughts and emotions, we actually help them reproduce. Therefore, a brief description of the antidote is as follows: Learn to control your consciousness or it will control you.
But, before we get into the details of how to apply the antidote for Archons, a little background information is required to put things into perspective. As I reported PART TWO — THE BIRTH OF THE ARCHONS, these intelligent creatures are holographic thought-forms which were accidentally created by some of our space-faring ancestors in our Universe long ago. However, after their conception, these thought-forms took on a life of their own with parasitic tendencies and infected the minds of the team of ancient ancestors who accidentally created them.
The first Archons were a weak mental parasite that focused solely on survival. In time the Archons grew stronger and multiplied in number... with a hive-like collective mind that was obsessed with controlling mankind covertly. And as the Archon's human host (our ancestors) migrated through the cosmos, the infection spread to other sentient beings.
This event is the Nexus for the "War in Heaven" a.k.a. the "Luciferian Rebellion" which eventually reached earth when it was still a paradise planet inhabited by symbiotic life. You can use this link to hear me discuss this information on COAST to COAST AM.
At this time on earth, we have a greatly distorted memory of that event which many Christians refer to as original sin... where mankind was evicted from the garden after falling under the spell of the Lord of the Archons – Lucifer. The hidden history of the actual events can be read for free in THE WES PENRE PAPERS.
Although it may seem too simple for some to accept, the antidote to the Archons is to control our thoughts. This only sounds simple... it actually takes effort to stay focused on positive rather than negative thoughts and emotions. Fortunately, with consistent effort, gaining and maintaining control of our consciousness gets easier.
It is essential for us to understand that consciousness is both the primary creative and destructive causal force in our cosmos. Therefore, it is imperative that we remain aware of what type of thoughts we are broadcasting into the cosmos via our bodies DNA which are holographic antenna.
Below are some graphic examples to help illustrate the process of intentional consciousness control and its benefits.
In laboratory experiments, DNA exposed to positive emotions unwound and grew longer and more receptive to its environment. It was switched on. Connected. Coherent.
In laboratory experiments, DNA exposed to negative emotions tightened and grew shorter and less receptive to its environment. It was switched off. Disconnected. Incoherent.
Although thought waves transmitted by our bodies DNA are not physical, they are the fundamental fabric of creation that extend into the physical. Consider the image above as an analogy of two thought waves merging.
The interference pattern created by this merger is the foundation for all shapes of matter and life. This is the process that converts coherent waves of consciousness into energy and then into matter. By definition, this process is holographic in nature.
As we know, a drop of water can be a solid, liquid or a gas depending on it's vibratory rate. Like a drop of water, consciousness also has three phase states depending on it's vibratory rate: Consciousness Energy or Matter. However, it is all the same wave form.
This important insight is essential for humans to understand because through the controlled, creative use of our consciousness/imagination and emotions we become cocreator/gods. Please use this link to read a very entertaining story of what our consciousness is capable of creating when it is highly focused and free of doubt and dark thoughts.
Although the following suggestions may seem too simple to be effective, here are some very-powerful, infectious, practical things we can do to heal ourselves and the planet:
First, there are many ways to be calm. I have found that when I am resting, it helps to time my breathing to my heart beat. It helps reset the human nervous system. So, for about 3 heartbeats I breath in. And about 3 heartbeats I breath out. Experiment with what works best for you while at rest. You only have to do this for a few minutes to notice a difference.
Second, being kind is difficult when other people are panicking or are angry, etc. But that's when we most need to practice being kind and calm. These first two things are like pouring water on the negative emotional fire the Archons feed on.
Third, being creative is essential to our well being. Most people here don't realize that we were created by a Creator to be creative. This is part of our divine nature. If we do not nurture that gift, it will become lost over time.
The 4th and most important thing we can do is reconnect with the Cosmos. There are many ways to do this, but I feel certain that this is the key to our freedom; individually and collectively. I see Creation as an infinite web of light. We are seeds of light in a garden of light. In reality, we are all connected, but most people here do not realize that and act accordingly because it takes courage, which is the opposite of fear.
Another important aspect of the antidote for Archons is to learn how to embrace the positive emotions of love, joy and happiness on a regular basis. Smiling, laughing, singing, dancing are all helpful in raising one's soul vibration. I realize that this is increasingly difficult on earth at this time. And, I am not suggesting that people simply ignore negative events in life. I am recommending to spend as much time, or more, feeling positive about yourself as an intelligent, living, creative being of light.
In closing, I urge everyone to be aware that uncontrolled thoughts usually lead to obsession which, in turn, can lead to possession by what some people call "inner demons". In fact, the choice is simple. We can either control our thoughts or we can allow our thoughts to control us. Please choose wisely.
Whatever works best for you, please continue. I just offered one possible protocol for parasite protection.
Thank you for reading my report. The information is important.