By Philip N. Ledoux
November 5, 2005
Here is something I have to make an "end run" with,
which you'll see why when you read the "story". Finally I am allowed
to have a glimpse about why I do the things I have in the sequence that
the Almighty has arranged.
Philip N. Ledoux
5 November 2005
The following "story" is something you would expect
to find in FATE magazine, rather than on a wide-ranging board like educate-yourself
and others. If for nothing more, read on at my expense, and have a good
As partial introductory material I make reference to Stephanie
Relfie and her e-published "Mars Record" books . Stephanie has
pioneered and invented a technique hybridizing dowsing principles, muscle
testing principles, lie detector principles and electronics. She uses a
"Wheatstone Bridge" as the key "detector" a piece of
equipment any electronics technician would love to use, but only the "money
is no problem" labs can afford, which Stephanie has managed to "snag."
Many scoff at Stephanie's technique, but that bridge meter is so sensitive
that I'll bet an etheric attack could be measured on it; Stephanie might
laugh and call that an exaggeration, but sure as Hades exists somewhere,
that thing is ultra sensitive, thusly I believe the "Mars Record"
Stephanie's husband [Michael Relfe] had volunteered into a
program that led him through a broom-closet's back wall that opened onto
a long stairway that went down and down and ended up with him on the planet
Mars. What is described is a psychic warrior defending Mars almost on a
parallel to the Vedic epics. Eventually he completes his "hitch"
of 20 or more years (retirement to the non-military minded), is brought
back to earth, memory-blanked, sent back in time, youthed and brought back
up those hidden stairs just enough moments later in time to not meet himself
coming down them. He then completes his military service with no memories
of his special assignment on Mars. Stephanie has him as a customer, and
solves his "bad dreams" mysteries and other complications; and
they marry. But they didn't drift off into the sunset, nor was the marriage
without interference; especially psychic interference as well as physical.
If you wish to dig into that story and check how well or poorly I synopsized
two books for the unaware; go to metatech .org.
I read the first book in the series around 5 years ago. Ah
ha, "suspicions confirmed" bells clang in my mind. I myself have
been desiring to develop my etheric or psychic abilities for decades; procrastination,
lack of time and lack of money seemed to be the problem. But about that
same timeframe a friend snagged me to a local dowser's club meeting and
I was off and running; much to the chagrin of TPTB (The Powers That Be).
About 2 years ago for about a week I had re-occurring what
I thought had to be "weird dreams" and dismissed them out of hand;
I'll return to them later. The dreams had occurred in that "neither
asleep nor awake" state, where I thought I could wake up if I wanted
to, but never did; and they were so vivid and realistic, and it seemed as
though I were not creating fiction as one does in the daydreams of our youth
and young adulthood. About a year later I answered an advertisement that
offered free advice and help if a person had mind control experiences. Whoa!
Right up my alley. It developed into an intense whirlwind "affair"
where I seemed to be giving worldly advice via my experiences to a well
versed, well experienced psychic. Some help was offered, but most importantly
to me "we" discovered that my psychic abilities were purposefully
being suppressed, and my guides and protectors informed her that the "story"
was too complex to relate quickly. All her suspicions and psychic insights
were valid, but it would take many, many etheric trips to begin to understand
the complexity of it all even to her.
I thought it to be highly interesting, and probably the cause
for so much of my supposedly "bad luck" since my military service
days, which she confirmed. Said simply: TPTB were deathly afraid that my
suppressed memories would surface revealing "things" they desperately
wanted to be kept secret forever. Apparently I, like Stephanie's husband,
are whisked away through those tunnels made famous in movies and TV shows;
the tunnel opens through a near wall when we are deep asleep, kept deep
asleep and moved off to some medical/psychological complex, and checked
at least for loss of memory and loss of memory enhanced. Some kind of testing
is done because one time during these later discoveries I just mentioned,
my wife found the strangest semi triangular scars near my hairline which
my hair covered (upper forehead). They eventually disappeared. I had nothing
to "capture" the scars with, so I used my scanner and got clear
pictures of them. The strange scars gradually disappeared. I also have unexplainable
scars and scratches or bruises regularly as though I'd been in a teenage
The old expression of "birds of a feather, gather together"
seems so appropriate on the internet boards we sign into. So many like-minded,
like-experienced, like-attacked people that it seems to be "not by
accident." Well, in doing many a long-dowsing-session for a small board
owner. At first I thought I was being "used" but as you will see
I was being given answers to my own unasked questions!
A recent session had gone back over circumstances of his father's
death; it revolved around "over-unity" devices and a circuit diagram
given to this man when he was too young to realize what he had been given
the privilege to see drawn before his eyes. Supposedly the father had become
an alcoholic and then had a mistress, and finally had died in a VA hospital
of alcoholism. Dowsing revealed that the father had been on secret "missions"
in the Air Force and later in the development of the Minute-Man missile
utilizing over-unity devices; further, the mistress was a government "plant"
and the father had been poisoned purposefully, with "anti-alcoholism"
drugs as a "cover" which put him into the VA hospital where he
was slowly exterminated to contain the secrets of over-unity. (The man apparently
had been secretly building the devices and giving them away. The above story
within a story was the result of TPTB finding out.)
"Ask if you and my father worked together." That
came out a yes. I had worked for the Air National Guard in Hayward California
for a few years, but that hardly would have been a working relationship
with an Air Force over-unity expert, my work was as the dispatcher-secretary
in transportation. "Does 'Smitty' mean anything to you?" Yes,
strong memories of working with 'Smitty.' "That was my father's nick-name."
Well - shiver my timbers! "Was I named after you?" (We both have
the same first name.) The pendulum swung strongly "YES". Whoa
there boy! To combine my half-ashed dreams and dowsing sessions for this
other Philip: I had been on a supply unit, which supplied everything needed
on a moon base via a "tunnel" that was constructed electronically
a là Montauk. Through attrition, accidents and deaths I gradually
worked my way to commanding the unit as an "enlisted man". The
moon-base commander new of upcoming big plans and needed a flawless supply
channel to accomplish it, as an incentive to accomplish a Herculean task,
I was offered the rank of a Naval Captain (just below Admiral) if a smooth
supply channel were accomplished within a year. Now to any sailor, THAT
This is a story about a group of men, not exclusively "my
story," therefore I will omit most of my story to not distract too
much from the others and still give the reader enough to understand the
project and the men's mission.
The biggest problem "supply" had was communications.
Regular communication channels were too slow because of priorities, coding,
etc.; it was useless in preventing "jams" in and up the tunnel.
The tunnel was "built" on a daily basis thusly no genuine communications
were being used exclusively for the tunnel and the delivery was an electronic
sling-shot of a "package" up the tunnel. A mis-judged sling-shot
could jam the tunnel for hours on end, and nobody on either end was able
to tell the other just how "close" or "far" the package
was. About half-way through the year of the "captaincy-bait" proposition,
I was able to capture "Wizard Smitty" for as long as needed to
solve the communications problem. (The moon-base commander thankfully had
given me a cart blanche.) Scottie had invented the needed equipment in two
weeks, and the cart blanche snagged the needed one of a kind equipment required,
etc. etc. By the end of a month Scottie had the whole shebang up and running!
The biggest problem solved, the delivery system started to smooth out dramatically
with deaths and accidents becoming a rarity on the tunnel system.
One of the most crippling factors on the moon end of "The
Tunnel" (except for communications) was shade when the sun was "up."
Cowboy was our salvation. He was an enlisted "grunt" who could
take any kind of junk and make it into something useful with his welding
skills. That shade solution seemed to be a "forever" project because
when The Tunnel got working smoothly we were then able to cement the structures
into something resembling the standard military storage handling facilities
that civilians equate to a large city type car storage-parking facility.
Like any military establishment, forced retirement causes
new openings that need replacements. "Ask your pendulum about the following
names, see if you all crossed paths. Smitty, Cowboy, Allan, Crown, Ice,
Tracy, Falcon, Tim, Hoot, Steven and yourself." Well, I'll be giggered!
Everyone came up "Yes", they had been on this moon-project and
all had at some time or other worked together. All had been recruited, taken
out some kind of "hidden door" and later returned to their current
"time line" memories with the project memories blanked; returned
to back in time to just a moment later so they wouldn't meet themselves
coming and going. All had done 20 to 30 years of military service time on
this secret moon project, cheated out of retirement pay by being shot back
in time to a much shorter military service which does not include retirement
pay; only VA benefits which means in many cases - non-consensual human experimentees.
An interesting detail which all enlisted military will appreciate:
When men are assigned to highly dangerous assignments, perks are included
to "lighten the load." Yet, many a job should be classified that
way that never rates the perks. Submarines are typical of the standard perks.
When a sub hits port, within an hour everybody except on duty watch personnel
are "on the beach." If a surface craft arrives in port at daybreak,
the personnel have to wait for 16:00 hours (4 PM) before they can have "liberty."
On the moon-base project, the supply division was the most
dangerous job in the whole project, yet these men were looked down upon
by the ranks of the officers, all except the base commander. When I was
given the rank of Naval Captain, I never put on a dress uniform. I was perpetually
in work khakis (gift of the moon base commander) and working with my crews.
But I rated entrance to the officer's club at both ends of the tunnel. With
the attitude I mentioned, I was just above the level of a leper. But my
crews needed perks, they had earned them. So I would bring in my crews to
the Officer's Club. Near riots occurred! In secret negotiations with the
base commander (whom I am suspicious was Tim) we were given a corner of
our own with orders to serve us and feed us anything asked for. We had shut
off every item requested by individual officers, one at a time until they
recognized that "the asshole" of the operation really was the
most important organ in the body.
Obviously, this is a very incomplete story. Currently Smitty,
Cowboy and myself are the heroes; but I am certain that everyone that was
listed, is as deserving of a hero's tale and honor. Currently we are trying
to piece more details together as to dates of service on the Supply Tunnel
so we can figure out overlapping service-time, job specialties, etc.. But
of necessity I have to play a cat-and-mouse game with TPTB, thusly the pre-mature
releasing of this story.
During our next to last dowsing session I read on my screen:
"Ask if I am being RVed." YES. "Ask if I am being internet
connection monitored." YES. The facility that monitored him and I have
a warning flag pop up when either of us enter the internet. In the other
Phil's case he is both RV and internet monitored with the personnel working
at adjoining desks or panels. I expected that I too was similarly monitored
because I was told by psychics that I was remotely viewed. I had wondered
if my 9 inch on a side 3 sided orgonite pyramid with 15 crystals inside
did any good. Checking about myself gave that I was only computer internet
monitored. Ah haaa! A fringe benefit I didn't know I had. I keep one computer
for internet work, another for work similar to this; thusly the pyramid
sits right beside my mouse on this desk.
Associated to the above thinking, psychics have helped do
something etherically on me so that I am able to dowse nearly all night
long. To do it, they cannot tell me "be ready tomorrow night at 10
PM to receive a gift." It would be prevented or negated. So my friends
and helpers have my cart blanché and sneak around the etheric black
guards and do their helpful things and leave undetected. I, my friends,
we all know that what I have composed here, would all be rewritten between
transmission and receipt, were TPTB knew content and intent before hand.
Therefore I have to make a sneaky end-run with quick internet transmission
to many locations (especially public boards) with this story. So, kindly
forgive me for a rather one-sided story about a group of men who were recruited
for secret national defense projects, who served their time on mission into
retirement, and who were "shot back in time" to complete a military
career on this current time-line, very short of retirement benefits. And
amazingly this same group are in semi-regular contact with each other via
internet boards, chats, and private emails; all of whom until this story
is published were never aware of the hidden connections.
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