| My first
'psychic conversation' with a
blue-blood.
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| 07/30/2003
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djembemon
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I've been reading about this for a while now at the
Monkeysofeden web site,
www.monkeysofeden.com (unobtainable) , and was wondering how on
Earth I'd ever get the opportunity to test the author's
hypothesis that the so-called 'bluebloods' of this
planet are in fact naturally telepathic. No more than
last night at dinner did I get my first opportunity.
The basics. First let me explain the premise: The
webmaster at monkeysofeden states that direct
descendants of the draco (dragon), aryan (jew, though
not as you and I know the term) and 'mero-vignian'
bloodlines were the original inhabitants of the planet.
These inhabitants, he states, further modified monkeys
in order to create a 'human' breed species. The
mechanics of that may vary, but the result is the same:
that being humans are a modified species.
In the process, the human worker species was
genetically 'given' several attributes, among them an
atrophied and essentially non-functional pineal gland.
The pineal, or Third Eye, is of course the seat of
higher knowledge, spiritual nature, and of course the
home of natural telepathy. Oddly enough in the animal
kingdom both monkeys and man suffer this strange atrophy
of the pineal while most / all other animals (the
reptiles among them) do not.
The catch of course is that neither the reptoid
descendants of the dracos, merovignians or the aryans
are so physiologically handicapped, so they essentially
function as total clairvoyants: They can 'read' your
mind pictures or 'hear' your thoughts just as easily as
you or I could do if we were at home watching a
television screen.
Perfect telepathy, at least as pertains toward their
affairs with the human species (of which they are not as
'hybrids'). When speaking amongst themselves it's the
same. Is it any wonder why they always appear to be at
the 'head of the class', attain the best jobs, or make
obscene piles of money from nothing or an idea so
sublimely stupid that you wonder how they ever received
money from a banker to get started in the first place?
[The answer to this last question is probably because
the banker had perfect telepathy as well.]
And so you slowly begin to see that certain high-living
circles in life are closed to us 'monkey-brains',
probably always have been, and probably always will be,
no matter who you are, how talented you might be, or how
much you might want to 'succeed'. It's almost certain a
reptoid or aryan with perfect telepathy will be the
'gatekeeper' to whatever venture you would otherwise
attempt in polite society, or will otherwise
telepathically steal your idea (right from your head)
and then 'beat you to the punch'.
Sound familiar to anyone here yet? Without getting
all worked up about it, it's clear to me that more than
a few of us at this board have 'earned' (via school of
hard knocks) the rough equivalent of several Doctoral
degrees in various fields -- even though the only
'sheepskins' we might lay claim to would've fit snugly
into the watch pockets of our jeans as horny teenagers.
Even though our grandest, career-making projects in life
seem endlessly held up by 'inexplicable' delays and
detours. Even though we more than made up for our
financial or talent deficits in sheer passion for our
projects and life as we learned to get along as 'also
rans' and 'nobodies'.
As the author states many times throughout his site, "So
it goes for monkeykind." -- that's how great a
disadvantage we face as 'mere humans' among the
naturally telepathic and predatory / competitive hybrid
species.
The theorist further states that this has been so
since the dawn of humanity, which in fact finally
explains once and for all why this 'plot of plots'
against mankind has been so difficult to unravel -- in
spite of the presence of all the 'secret societies', in
spite of all the members of Earth (he estimates as many
as 1 in 20) who have this faculty for perfect mind
reading, in spite of the advent of printing, radio and
television, etc.
So the theory goes that if members of this 'uberclass'
of hybrid and shapeshifting beings can communicate
telepathically, THEN THERE IS NO NEED for any written
information on the 'plan' as it were, of the "rules of
engagement with humans", since this information will
pass amongst themselves telepathically and will be
clearly understood as priviledged, with dire
consequences for those who disobey the edicts.
This is no way means that writings such as
The
Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion are false, just
that it is an abberation that a printed copy even
exists. This is not necessarily proof positive that all
reptoid descendants are 'down' with the plan, since some
are definitely not, just that the document takes on a
new meaning if it's read as a document prepared by a
race of beings who are at their core simply not 'human',
are perfectly telepathic, and therefore consider
themselves 'superior' to humans in every way -- ritually
lying to them (us), abusing them (us) en masse, and
occasionally ritually dining on some of the 'finer
morsels', as we've already heard.
There's more to it, much more, but this is the primer.
Last night's dinner experience. So here I am last
evening, fresh off completing days of reading from the
monkeysofeden website and wondering how I'm EVER going
to be able to corroborate this vast amount of
information about "telepathic hybrid overlords among
us". After all, I am no more than a 'dumb monkey' to a
reptilian / merovignian / aryan descendant possessing
the means of perfect telepathic communication and
completely undetectable 'social reconnasiance'.
Place: I'm having dinner with a few friends of mine --
all of whom are thoroughly 'human' I might add. This is
a table full of performance artists, musicians and
dancers so we are probably a bit more sensitive and edgy
than, say, your basic tableful of accountants (number
crunchers take no offense, please!), though none of us
seem to be any more 'psychic' than say the average
artist.
There I am and having fun, but I'm also somewhere
else in my mind and someone at the table (an artistic
sensitive) notices this about me and asks me, so 'yes' I
admit, I'm just 'floating' in and out of the
conversation but the food is so good it's keeping me
grounded -- and we talk about this phenomenon briefly
and the conversation moves on while I continue to drift
and eat. I'm not sure why I'm preoccupied but I go with
it anyway.
While drifting and eating I'm loosely focused on the
restaraunt by practicing people watching, taking notice
of all the wonderful dogs which are leashed up outside
the building, etc. People watching is one of my favorite
passtimes, btw. I think I learned to do this as a
'withdrawn' child, but it is a good skill to have in
order to observe and learn to understand other's
behavior.
While I'm people watching, I notice a woman enter the
restaraunt and sit. I pay little attention to her until
something about her catches my attention once again. She
is sitting alone, at the extreme far end of the
restaraunt from where I am, facing outward (toward the
other tables) and she begins 'scanning' the crowd with
her face -- like she's mentally 'checking' for
something, not really with her eyes but with her mental
'hearing'. "Perhaps the presence of another telepath?" I
say to myself in my head, though cloaking my presence
for the time being since I'm still in observation mode.
To my observation, this woman seems to be able to find
no one else in the restaraunt to 'converse' with in this
fashion and so then turns her attention back to herself.
"Interesting" I think to myself and without being too
conspicuous, I began noticing that her physical skin
coloration was, essentially, a whitish-blue (!). To my
surprise after having noticed this, I looked at
virtually everyone else in the establishment -- probably
about 25 of us or more -- and not one of us exhibited
the same whitish-blue skin coloration. All of of us in
fact were shades of orange, yellow, brown or red -- but
for the record the woman at the other end of the
restaraunt appeared to be the only 'blue skin', or
perhaps blue-blood in the crowd.
At this point I could no longer contain my curiosity,
so I 'de-cloaked' (simply stopped thinking to myself)
and mentally sent her the message: "Are you a blue-blood
telepath looking for someone to talk to?"
Without staring at her, I noticed she immediately
reacted and noticed me, and I 'got' a reply back
something on the order of 'What about it?" and that she
was distressed I would interrupt her in such a fashion.
"I just though I'd let you know you're not the only
telepath in the crowd tonight," I thought in return, and
again she reacted, at which point I backed down a bit,
thinking perhaps this style was too confrontational on
my part.
I also quieted a bit, thinking 'well now she'll be
scanning me for information, so let's see where this
goes.' After a few seconds, I inadvertantly thought 'djembemon',
the name of which she seemed to recognize, and at that
point I indeed felt I was being mentally 'probed' for
information, so I volunteered some. "Yes," I thought, "djembemon,
the one who's laying all the orgone generating devices
here and about. Only there are a few dozen like me in
Atlanta now, so really I'm just one of many."
She seemed visibly disturbed by this statement, and
though no one was present at her table she began
fidgeting nervously, as if I were a threat to her from
across the restaraunt (I wasn't). "So you don't like
orgone?" I thought as I felt her trying to probe me for
information regarding the devices. At that time, I
happened to be twirling a soda straw in my fingers, when
suddenly I felt her attempting to mount some sort of a
psychic attack (!?!). Bizarre, territorial, and
lizard-like behavior were the words that came to mind as
I thought to myself and looked at my soda straw.
I've been practicing a lot of 'breath medicine'
lately -- that is, concentrating and sending distant
people, places and things orgone by means of 'breathing
it' from my body, psychic gifting if you will and I've
had confirmations. At the thought of an unwanted psychic
attack from this woman, I very quietly sent her the
following message: "I have more orgone devices in the
tip of this straw than you could ever possibly imagine.
Would you like to see a demonstration?" -- and
simultaneously in my mind I kept a picture of myself
innocently holding up the soda straw to my mouth, then
'blowing' loads of positive orgone at her from across
the room, fully knowing she could see this.
As I said and thought this I looked up at her to check
her response -- which, to my amazement, she made a very
odd gesture with her hands and then clearly and slowly
mouthed the words "F**K YOU" and those words alone, to
no one around her at all. There was in fact no mistaking
what she was saying with her mouth, she made certain of
that, and she was glancing over in my direction to see
if I got her reply but her body posture was such that
she appeared to be defending herself against my possible
'coutnterattack'.
"Then back off," I mentally told her. "I was just
asking a question. You don't have to be so hostile or
threatened."
I sat there for a moment quietly recoiling from the
exchange, and as I did I 'heard' her wondering how she'd
ended up in this conversation with this strange
(monkey?) man while waiting for her dinner to arrive. "I
wouldn't be a threat to you if you'd stop being a
vampire." I flashed back to her. "Don't you get that? I
didn't start this, but if you push it, then we're
(humanity) going to have to finish it. And I guarantee
you we're WELL beyond the 100-th monkey."
And so I left her, and the restaraunt, with that very
thought as our party exited. Throughout the entire five
minutes in which this telepathic exchange transpired,
not a single person in my party noticed. Not one. In
spite of the fact that we've been friends for years, and
someone there had already 'noticed' I was drifting off
into thought, and this was a group of talented and
fairly sensitive artists.
I would also say that the entire contents of this
conversation did not take place for ANYONE else in that
establishment. And yet it very clearly took place for
two persons who, for all intents and purposes, had a
very clear understanding of what was mentally spoken:
myself, with no prior knowledge of this woman, and her,
who not only clearly recognized my internet handle 'djembemon'
but whom also felt threatened enough by that name and my
presence to try and invade my mental space.
Well I stand corrected. It wasn't just my mere
presence -- it was the fact that I, a simple and barely
competent, barely telepathic 'monkey-man', had initiated
a conversation with HER, a naturally telepathic
'blue-blood' whom had probably never before in her life
had a conversation like this with a non-blue-blood who
wasn't posing as a fake psychic or 'seer', (which she
would've seen through in an instant and been able to toy
with as she pleased). A couple of things stand out for
me from this experience however:
-- there are natrual born telepaths who do not take
exception to being called 'blue-bloods'.
-- in most any situation, they may enter and 'scan' a
room for the presence of other natural telepaths, though
I have noticed that some will instead give inquisitive
'monkey people' dirty sideways glances, or simply 'lock
up' into an unreadable 'stone-face' while in public (the
latter probably to prevent thought intrusion by other,
perhaps more competitive hybrid telepaths).
-- they are used to communicating between themselves
without outside interruption, without the notice of any
non-telepath who may be standing by (vast majority in
most situations), and without the 'mental chatter' of
non-natural telepaths interrupting unless they desire it
to be so (unless of course you take it upon yourself on
faith to 'intervene').
-- if confronted telepathically by a 'mere human' (or
monkey to them), they will exhibit the 'reptilian'
traits of territoriality, ill temper, competitiveness,
etc., etc.
-- telepathic or not, they are bound by the same
universal laws as the rest of humanity, and perhaps even
moreso since their domination is purely through artifice
and deception, and they may show you this by way of
their 'personality' in a one-to-one psychic
conversation.
-- they do not appear to like being 'interrupted' by
mere monkey-men such as ourselves.
It is this last point which makes me feel that we should
begin 'interrupting' their 'private', secret
conversations each and every chance the occasion arises,
should one be able to develop the means to do so.
As a sidenote I would have to say that I was taken to
be a 'common monkey' while she was scanning the room,
possibly for other hybrid telepaths. She was only able
to detect me when I 'decloaked' (consciously letting my
guard down so she would see me). I feel this was so
because I was people-watching at the time she entered,
and therefore I was in a passive (non-threatening) state
of mind and so my thoughts were of no consequence to her
while she was scanning the room for information.
Epilogue. Chalk up one for us common 'monkey people'.
What an eye-opening experiemnt THAT was. I'm here to
tell you telepathic communication is real and achievable
even if you've never done it before, but there are rules
of the game for us common monkeys, who are largely
disadvantaged by not having fully developed Pineals:
1. Be aware. If you're not aware of people and your
surroundings, you'll never know when you're being
probed, 'read' or seen. Truth is, most of the time you
probably won't have need to worry about it, but it's
nice to be aware. This 'probing' will feel like it is an
outside pressure pushing slightly against your head --
since you're working with orgone, you're probably
already able (or will be shortly) to detect such things
now, as our orgone devices themselves give off energies
and 'pressures' of their own.
2. Stand your ground. If you don't want to be probed,
read or seen, then go Zen and 'empty your mind.' Easiest
way to do this is start singing some tune you like, and
focus on the tune. Just be sure it's something you can
live with however, in case a proficient 'reader' tries
to jam it into your head as a loop -- in which case you
may be hearing it for a while. (We've all had that
happen too, right? Getting a song 'stuck in our heads'?
Could be a sign someone's trying to read you, and wants
you to be distracted.)
3. Speak your mind if you ever find yourself in such
a conversation with a natural telepath. Don't shy away
from someone just because they're a hybrid or a natural
telepath. They have no more rights than you, regardless
of what they might have been told since birth. Don't be
intimidated and take cues of their replies from body
language and your own innate understanding. Trust me, if
you've gotten this far then you'll 'get it', and you'll
be shocked at what takes place without any notice
whatsoever from others standing by.
As usual, any and all commentary and critique welcome.
- djembemon |
