By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
April 11, 2005
Joan and I followed the sylph cloud ring through Farmington
New Mexico on Highway 64. Just before arriving at Farmington there were
two huge coal fired electric plants. The one about a mile north of the highway
looked like a black demon belching dark smoke. There was a huge billboard
on the highway protesting the pollution generated by the plant and the diseases
the pollution caused. Our guardian sylph agreed. The vocalization was one
word: "Mercury". These two plants were built in an unpopulated
area because they were too dirty to build near Albuquerque, Salt Lake or
Phoenix so they were built adjacent to native reservations. As we drove
through Farmington there was a distinct metallic tang to the air.
East of Broomfield we ran into the "Williams" Gang. They were
in white pick-ups and they were racing up and down the highway. We saw six
trucks with muddy tires. They were checking their oil pump-jacks and pressure
gauges. There appeared to be a lot of natural gas production between Broomfield
and the Jicarilla Indian Reserve which surrounds Dulce NM. All the Williams
pick-ups had day-glo orange pennants on poles bolted to the box behind the
driver. There seems to be a lot of similar white trucks and they wanted
to know their trucks from all the others. One of the Williams' boys passed
us twice at well over 90 MPH as he was checking and adjusting pressures
holding tanks in farmers' fields. There appeared to be some sort of petroleum
related emergency. At the small Gobernator refinery the gates were open
and half the parking spaces were empty. Such "Fire Drills" happen
when there is a large pressure change on the pipelines and/or holding tanks.
I believe that they had a huge overpressure.
I went into a grounding meditation and reached through my feet into the
crystalline core of the Earth. This is a bit difficult to do in a moving
vehicle but immediately the higher dimensions came in to assist. It was
important to keep this alignment through the Dulce region.
About five miles south of Dulce there were two vehicles ahead of us traveling
slow towards Dulce. We passed them and the white car in front had a flat
on the left front tire. I looked in the car and saw NO DRIVER. The white
pick-up behind the car did have a man driving. I strengthened the spiritual
At Dulce we saw native Americans going about their business. Everything
appeared normal: A quiet reservation town. I looked for mining equipment
and piles of crushed rock. There were none. I looked for oil and natural
gas production equipment. There was none. I reached down through my feet
and did not feel much happening one or two miles below. At five miles there
was activity: Gnomes.
As we left town I told Joan about, Phil Schneider, the mining engineer who
got hit by a Grey Alien energy weapon when a fight broke out between Greys
and US soldiers. It is likely that the blast broke Phil's mind control memory
blocks. He gave lectures about underground cities. black helicopters, secret
technologies and the various alien races in our midst. He was suicided in
1995. This was news to Joan. I told her that I was not picking up much activity
under Dulce where the alien base was built. There might be a few in air
tight chambers but for the most part the base was full of natural gas thanks
to the Gnomes. It is not Abiotic methane....it is Gnome methane. The last
one out of the base should be careful to avoid creating sparks. I continued
increasing the energy of alignment.
We soon arrived at Chama and refuelled. Instead of continuing along Highway
64, and down the picturesque Highway 285, we elected to go directly to Santa
Fe on Highway 84. We arrived about forty minutes late for our meeting with
Zeph and Tricia Daniel in Santa Fe. I recognized Zeph by his web photograph
as he and Tricia were about to drive away from the shopping mall.
We talked for over an hour over coffee. They invited us to stay the night
at their place and gave us a guided tour of four hundred year old downtown
Santa Fe. Their house is south of town, and we enjoyed a wonderful meal
together and stimulating conversation. As Zeph does his web radio show at
4:00 AM we retired early at 8:00 PM.
Joan and I went to the "tabernacle on the hill" and saw the sun
rise over the pinon and sage. Zeph had asked me to look or feel what was
happening at a mesa twenty miles south. A couple of hours later all four
of us drove to the mesa in Zeph's truck. I was doing grounding exercises
and feeling the land.
Zeph drove through a small town called Galisteo and gave us its history
and some personal events that had happened there. He also said that it was
one of the most powerful vortices in New Mexico. We then drove down to the
mesa and Zeph gave his story of his life long attraction to the mesa and
that it too was a vortex of some sort. When we got out of the truck near
the mesa Zeph found a triangular rock precisely shaped like an arrowhead...a
twelve inch long arrowhead. It was remarkable. Zeph gave it to me. If a
battle had been fought at this mesa in ancient times, it was fought by giants.
I told Zeph and Tricia that I was feeling that there was an aetheric temple
atop the mesa. Such a temple is not built by human hands and is for the
glory of God. I also felt that it had recently returned to Earth after a
Tricia said that they heard from a reliable source that the mountain behind
the mesa held an underground cache of nukes. It appears that heaven and
hell are very near to one another south of Santa Fe.
Looking at the August 2004 video again I could see that the three minute
video is a celebration by the sylphs. Zeph himself could hear the praising
of God by the heavenly voices. Something remarkable has happened. It is
likely that the weapons below have been rendered powerless, by God.
It took a full morning to say our goodbyes and Joan and I became tourists
again. We visited the Governor's House in downtown Santa Fe. Joan checked
out all the native jewellery blankets and booths on the sidewalks. Then
we asked for directions to the Georgia O'Keeffe Gallery. Twice people walked
away without answering. It was unnerving. I guess that a day with Zeph and
Tricia had lifted our frequencies so high that we were invisible to those
involved in more mundane affairs. We bought the two pieces of art promised
to people back home. In O'Keeffe's art I could see her attempt to demonstrate
the divine feminine beauty and colour juxtaposed to the dry bones of a masculine
ruled world. Maybe I was reading things into her artwork from the mindset
of just witnessing an aetheric temple atop a nuclear stockpile.
The drive to Taos was an adventure. We took a quick sidetrip to Los Alamos
where the certifiably insane crafted weapons of planetary destruction. I
could feel that they were still doing similarly stupid projects there. I
got lost at Espanola and headed back up 285 instead of 68. I had to do some
backtracking. We arrived at Taos in the middle of the Friday 5:00 PM traffic
jam. It took us about half an hour to move through the downtown shopping
district and were again too late to see a pueblo at Taos Pueblo. See saw
The sun set over the canyon of the Rio Grande, the same sun which we had
seen rise from "tabernacle on the hill" in the morning.
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