Aliens In Antarctica?

(Before It's News)

The last few days have been monumentally strange for me.  But before I go into this I’d like to explain something important first.  While I have used this blog as a kind of metaphysical springboard, I have decided to start covering some of the recent events that have taken place here.  While they are not at all dark, I believe they need to be documented.  To not discuss these things is to deny a piece of the puzzle. I was recently castigated by a long time reader and commentor on this blog for writing this piece.  I was told that unless I go to him for help with this demonic intrusion, he wasn’t interested in communicating with me.  That has been the usual for me since this blog began.  People tend to write to me for a time until I commit a sin against their person (writing something they don’t agree with) at which point I become a doorway of demonic activity.  

In the last two or three weeks the amount of hits I have gotten has gone from between 200-280 all the up to 500 hits a day and more. Most of my posts are being covered on Before Its News and another one was posted recently on Reddit.com.  These are people mainly reading my posts on metaphysics and etc.  So for now I am going a bit off the beaten path.  For a time I will be returning to my Luminosity-era narrative only to present a fuller picture of what is happening in my own sphere of existence at present.

To begin I will say that about two weeks ago I decided to go for a walk to my old haunt, the place I had gone out years ago to meet the Harlequin entity.  I sat down and noticed  it was strangely quiet. For a moment I actually thought that something might happen.  Of course it didn’t.  The fear I felt way back when was absent, that inner tension of mystique was completely gone. So I calmly went home and that was that.  On my way back I kept reassuring myself that the reason nothing was there was that I had grown beyond the reach of the mystique and had put it behind me.  Admittedly, I was not entirely certain why I even decided to go to that place which for quite some time had really evoked terror within me.

Later that evening as I sat outside my house something strange happened.  I was getting what I have often called in previous posts as a “Communique”.  In an intuitive flash from what felt like a physical presence only slightly visible inside of my garage I was told in so many words to:

“Document the 1984 event.  It will finally come together there.”

The “1984 event” was what I believe a mass “abduction” event that took place in my old neighborhood.  The idea of “documentation” being conveyed was not to write about it.  The implication was that I should document it as a video documentary.  When this came to mind my first thought was that I had no experience in that process and I admitted as much.  The production would be purely amateur and would have little if any impact.  Secondly, the people that know about this event, and there are several, wouldn’t be willing to talk about it.  It was far too strange for them.  They have already told me as much.

I documented this event on Luminosity over a year ago.  I had been outside playing in the summer of 1984 when an enormous object whose shape I cannot describe blotted out the sun. Then I remember two things happening.  In one memory there are people having a water fight in my neighborhood and throwing water balloons at each other. The water fight, however, is very contrived almost like a commercial.  This event I believe was meant to cover the memory I had of seeing people running around in a panic and screaming.  I tried finding a cultural likeness to this experince and found this wrigleys gum commercial from 1986.  The water fight memory is about as fake and contrived as this video:

I had spoken to my brother about this event and he remembers it very well.  There is one thing in his memory that is out of place. He clearly remembers a woman walking down the street during this water balloon fight screaming in a wild panic for her daughter who she could not find.  That memory had always bothered him.  When talking once again about this event recently he told me something he had left out when we last spoke about it.  To use his word, which I feel was apt he called the entire event “cartoonish” in nature.  That had been the word I was long looking for that describes how ridiculous the water fight memory actually was to people.

Here is the pressing problem that I now have.  This event is now on my mind often.  I am catching flashes of memories from that day.  It seems to be encompassing every part of me from the metaphysical to the mundane.  A few nights ago all of this reached a crescendo.

I went to bed somewhere around 1am on Tuesday morning.  My wife was working the night shift at the hospital so I was home alone with the kids who had been asleep since 8:30pm the previous. At some point after 1am, I awoke to find myself on the computer looking at an image of the earth.  I was able to move the globe of the earth anywhere I liked.  I have a touch screen monitor, but I seemed to be doing this with my mind.  It soon became apparent that I wasn’t sitting on my computer at all, I was literally staring at the earth from outer space.  I immediately felt nauseous.  This has happened too many times to count.  I have told my wife and others that I can no longer play around with google earth because it gives me this same feeling of nausea as if I am hovering in space above the earth. I understand how ridiculous this sounds. 

Finally I found myself looking at what I believe was Antarctica, but I was in such a position that I was actually looking up at it.   At some point I felt as though I was sucked into the sphere of the earth landing in Antarctica.  I was standing on the surface of what looked like a torrent of wind and snow.  In the distance I could make out the shape of a very thin, tall man wearing goggles and a strange outfit. There appeared to be a thin cloth beneath his nose that covered his mouth and chin.  He was clearly not human, but appeared nearly identical to the Harlequin entity.  I have made a pencil drawing of him, but it’s frankly awful because I lack artistic ability. I believe the goggles were covering his eyes to perhaps shield me from the fear they may have evoked.   Our communication once again was largely intuitive.  I was able to feel the cold, but in such a way that it wasn’t bothersome to me.  Living in Wisconsin I am used to snow and very cold weather, but even still I wear a thick coat, long underwear, gloves, and a hat when it gets bad. To my knowledge, when I looked down at myself, I was wearing dark colored clothes that I had never seen in my life. The man wearing the goggles made several hand gestures to me which I put to memory and these seemed to create an instant change of scenery. 

From there I was taken to what appeared to be a valley full of round concrete mounds that looked like some kind of cemetery. Each mound had a doorway leading inside.  The man wearing goggles was still with me.  He began to explain that within each of these mounds a newly deceased man or woman would emerge into the world he was from.  I remember saying something stupid like, “People come to Antarctica when they die?”  The response was that “Antactica is a doorway” and that we were no longer in Antarctica.  He was right, whatever place we were in was now warm and calm.  There was an overall sense of peace and holiness.  The area seemed to have a natural luminescence.   I walked by several of the mounds and noticed names of people I knew written in a language that was not English.  It was almost like an “intuitive script” if I can even call it that.  I cannot say how I knew this script but I knew it well.  Several times the dialogue between myself and this person went audible.  I could not entirely understand him, but it seemed maybe he was speaking Gaelic or perhaps Old English.  The voice in the youtube link is almost identical to the voice I heard. The similarity is stunning. It sounds like a man, but at moments of tension there is almost an androgyne sound to it.

I then asked him if everyone emerges into this place when they die.  His response was,  “People come and go from all over the endless worlds.”  I began to notice that I was beginning to feel very strong and light.  I was starting to reach a point where I no longer wanted to leave this place. The longer I staid there, the more it began to feel like home. The biggest part of my feeling so strong and at peace was that I understood that when I was in that place, death was no longer a part of the equation.  Finally, this man with the goggles said, “You will have to document all of this.  When you cover one thing you will cover all of them.”  For some reason I began pleading with him that I cannot speak well and that I can only write.  I further said that pushing me to attempt a video documentary and opening myself up publicly can only lead to problems.  His response was to the point, “You will have bigger problems if you don’t.”  There was nothing mean-spirited about this response, it almost felt like a kindly father was telling me the implication of not doing the right thing.  I then found myself sitting on the large chest at the end of our bed.  It felt as though I never went to sleep, but I had no knowledge at all of how I awoke sitting up.  I looked at the time and it was about quarter to 5am.

I somehow managed to lay down and sleep for another hour.  I woke up Tuesday morning and checked my email before heading off to work.  I also checked my statcounter page and found a hit from ANTARCTICA!  I stood up and nearly blew a gasket. I have never gotten a hit from Antarctica.  Who lives in Antarctica anyway and why would it just so happen that I would get a hit from there at this particular time?  The problem however, is that I have no way of proving this.  I have screenshots of all visitors from the Navy, DHS, Patton Boggs, FBI, Raytheon and many others.  But when I got home from work on Tuesday to get a screen shot of the hit, which came in at 4:44AM, it was gone.  The hit came in at the same moment I woke up in my bedroom.  I was absolutely conflicted on whether or not I was even going to document it, because it seems far-fetched, but so does everything else here.

So where does it stand now?  Well, that’s difficult for me to answer. During these events I was even told what camera I would have to buy and what areas to cover including the location of the first camera shots I should take.  I was further told to not make any posts about this until 9/22.  I do not deny for a second that I am perhaps being toyed with.  Presently I am putting together an outline on how I am going to lay this out.  Having no experience in this area whatsoever, it is going to take some time for me to even get started.

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