Before I get into Makumba, Paul D., Sethe, Beloved, Halle, and the Great Biblical Flood, I would like to describe for Jeanine her out-of-the-body experiences with the aliens. I have had them with her in an unusual fashion. We walked right through the door.
I have a picture of myself when I was two. It outlines the statement, "When I was five!!!"
At that point I had come to the conclusion that my mother was crazy for stealing my stuffed sock monkey in order to get a 'cute' shot of me crying. I did not go through the terrible twos. I had decided that I had to be very careful with these crazy human beings. I was. I had decided at age two that I was the only one who was sane and that everything was my major responsibility. The next shot shows me utterly elated that I had realized that everyone was probably crazy hurting people, like my mom, and that I may as well enjoy my delightful, loving, dominant exuberance about the positive things of life. Got caught stealin'. "When I was Five!!!"
Around 1963-64, my Dad got into a relationship with a building contractor named Ed Zdun. I worked for Ed for $1.25 per hour. Minimum Wage was over $3.00 per hour. My father and Ed Zdun were breaking child labor laws with me in the United States of America; the land of the free. My father apparently thought of me as slave labor. They built a bowling alley named Evergreen Lanes. I got in shape carrying concrete bricks up a flight of stairs.
My Dad was paranoid that the crazies in the governments of the world would blow up the planet, so he built a fallout shelter in the basement of our house.
To me it was another indication that everyone was nuts and I was absolutely alone with them and their threats to my happiness. I would go down to the fallout shelter and sit in the dark. It was tiny. There was one not so hot single bed in it, a shelf with about a weeks food, and an air pump hooked to a hose which went outside to where it sat on the ground with a radiation filter on the end of it. I used to crank the air pump handle and go out and examine the radiation filter on the end of the air hose. I did this all very silently. It was a symbol of Man's collective insanity. I couldn't figure my father out. He acted sane. But who in their right mind would build one of these things, supply it with only a weeks food, one bed, and this stupid hose, which for the most part was laying outside where the radiation would be, and we'd be sitting down there pumping radiated air into this prisonous tiny little absolutely dark room. Absolutely no light got into the room. If you wanted an absolutely dark place to lay down and feel alone, this was it. It began to really hit me that everyone, including my father, was absolutely nuts, had a great intellectual, sane, everyday façade, but were really unable to comprehend themselves and others and save everyone from the other 'crazies.' The one thing I noticed about all the crazier 'crazies' is that they all had one thing in common. They all detracted others.
Certain others. They all seemed to have an insane need to detract and denigrate me. It was over a girl. Lynn Kincaid. They seemed to want to detract and denigrate her also.
When I was in Kindergarten one afternoon, the kids were playing by the fish pool. Suddenly Mike Ruehl and Pat Hassett pushed Lynn Kincaid into the fish pool. I tried to pull her out. Then it was nap time. She was the prettiest girl in the class. It gave me this idea that instead of exalting women, the weakest man denigrates the woman. The kids all thought it was great sport, particularly the boys.
Later on, in Junior High, Mike and Pat and another guy, Ed Fischer, used to call me "Duuummmmbb Tooooolllleeeeyyy!&*%#$!!!" I observed this. At first I couldn't figure it out, 'cause I was one of the most intelligent students in the class. In Geometry, in High School, Richard Berg, the teacher, would have us try to figure out one of Pythagorus' theorums in geometry. I would have the answer 5, one time 10 minutes before the next student got their hand up.
So I couldn't figure this male behavior out until I got an electric guitar and learned how to play it better than anyone else. Suddenly they wanted to play with me when they couldn't hold a tune. I had to turn their amps down. We set up just across the street from Lynn Kincaid's bedroom window once. We had several bands, I was the lead guitar player and the only one who knew anything, but they would always use me to bring in the girls, particularly Lynn Kincaid, but still tried to detract me in her eyes. They made me unpopular by their denigration of me and the girls took 'them.'
A few years later, Lynn Kincaid was raped at a Rock Festival in Iola Scandinavia by the Outlaws, a motorcycle gang from Milwaukee.
In 1993, I ran into Jeanine. Her boyfriend tried the same things with me that Pat Hassett, Mike Ruehl, and Ed Fischer had tried. Denigrating me in her eyes. These beings are Sub-Human. They are not human. They are not men. The women who choose them are not women. They never will be, as long as they mindlessly flaunt these Sub-Human behaviors.
Jeanine had entered my life. I could sense that she too was an unusual woman with erroneous thoughts being placed into her brain by the incorporeal/s. She suddenly had a change of heart after inviting me to see her at work. This was not completely rational to me. I had done nothing wrong. I had been led to believe that she might just be a good friend someday, when suddenly, for no apparent reason, she totally flipped and actually hated me it seemed. A boyfriend. Another willing victim of a Sub-Human denigrator???
I had had a book The Watchers about U.F.O. bug-eyed, hypnotic aliens who abducted people and messed with their minds. I thought it was absolutely horrid, but noted we were still functional.
 Click The Saucer |
According to The Watchers, and I will give you the drawing in the book depicting this happening the way a woman saw it under hypnosis when I get the book this coming month, there were three stone tables on the ground floor below some incredibly strong lights with aliens all around in cubicles above and aliens on the floor with the three humans on the tables without their clothes. These three humans were Jeanine, myself, and this Son of Christ boyfriend. I was the one on the left of the drawing if you have the book. Jeanine was in the middle. Boyfriend was on the right.
The peculiar thing that happened is that I reached out my hand to hold Jeanine's hand, my arm lengthened, I was able to hold her hand comfortably, but the aliens were upset and disturbed. They are not apparently in their right minds. Boyfriend was stiff as a board on the other side of her.
The book also tells of a 'walking through the door' like Jane's Addiction's song. I don't believe they are in their right minds either. I am tired of getting by when it appears the incorporeal is not in it's right mind either and is shutting down the cold fusion.
In The Watchers rendering, I was the guy with the triangles or Pyramids who wouldn't give them to boyfriend. I did. I would have been forced.
There is a way of exalting all of the planetary people, only exalting a select few, and not a one. The last one is presently real. I have two Stars of David over my birthplace when I was born. I AM Yod in Hebrew.
What is God? The one with the credentials. I have them genetically and celestially. Jeanine has them genetically and celestially. The only one that isn't cooperating seems to be the incorporeal. Not cooperating with It Self.
I don't want this line of reasoning to scare you Jeanine. It is only a possibility. I know you have been through a brain-masher with aliens and with this whole 'dream self in the spirit' girl I have with me right now. There is always the song Better Man sung by Eddie Vedder and Pearl Jam which has a verse: "Memories Black when she was told..."
One night I had just recognized the spirit girl you once were in the corner of my old apartment and was getting ready to go to sleep when I heard nagging sounding vulture-like digital women's voices telling you not to fall in love with me. Then I heard the incorporeal doing a Santa Claus like voice trying to joke with the little weird beings as they were arguing with Him as he seemed to be trying to get them to recognize Him. They wouldn't. They are not apparently in their right minds either.
As far as what Betty Andreasson Luca remembers under hypnosis in Raymond E. Fowler's book The Watchers, The different colored light objects she describes all symbolized different parts of the historic and religious world. The pyramid shaped objects symbolized the pyramids. The Sphinx or Haul in Arabic, is my head with Jeanine's hair. Historically it is Adam and Eve. That is why I had them and didn't want to give them up! The pyramids are mine!!!! I am the final Adam and have always been Jeanine's soul mate. And now this boyfriend is trying to put me away for life for pursuing Jeanine, the final Eve, when the cold fusion is shut down by the incorporeal and the entire planet is under threat from everyone including the incorporeal but me??? And everyone is deluded... What's a boy supposed to dooo???
I have been out on the street absolutely alone with all of this. No comprehending friends. No associates. Everyone out of their minds and unfriendly. What good is this damn Santa Claus put on. I don't know if He is in his right mind. Sometimes his manifestation is not. Can He or They handle it up there, if there is a female.
It is a great weird Alternative Rock show, but they can't be in their right minds either. This is not constructive music. I have to take the only perspective on it that can possibly be taken. It really is not me unless I am the incorporeal, but then it is only dictated by my circumstances relative to the Universe we are given birth in which doesn't always have rational thinking beings in it.
I still cannot understand how any of these irrational beings with their denigrating digressing consciousnesses can actually have a cognitive self. They seem to be robots of the dark and darkening mind of the incorporeal. They don't seem to have a self consciousness, but perceive my thoughts in a reactionary fashion without actually conprehending anything I'm thinking or saying. They seem to react to me negatively without comprehension. I can see that they will soon have no food, no economy, and God will leave them all destitute and starving and/or fighting amongst themselves. They already are. And musically they are fighting me.
It seems they are performing the thoughts of the incorporeal no matter how threatening those thoughts are potentially to their bodies. Or they have no comprehension at all. They seem to be empty robots with absolutely no conscious self defensive or self-supportive capacities. And without these they do not have the capacities to help others if they can't even protect themselves. And many of these beings are in the computer lab with me now.
It is the incorporeal's mind that is thinking them and doing them. There is no self. They do what ever It thinks into them.
Unless the incoporeal can handle it and bring it's people to consciousness and self-consciousness, there is no hope for anyone.
Nothing I do will do any good for it. It has to come to it's own conclusions. It has really messed up Allah, the Creator's coming, unless there is a perspective relative to it's and your irrationality Jeanine.
I do not think the manifestation of Christ I experienced was rational. It, too, seemed to be robotic.
I am the only hope, if you can not function in a rational fashion, Jeanine.
