Viewing with a Psychic Asset

A clear morning sky with Venus on the horizon

Before we go much further I wanted to update everyone on my involvement with the various intelligence agencies, and why I'm disappointed in their approach towards me.

As some of you know I was a Marine Security Guard from 1996 – 1998 and served in a variety of posts overseas.  During that time, and throughout my 4 ½ years serving on active duty, I was challenged on what to do with my career choices.  While I had achieved my goals of successfully completing Marine Corps bootcamp, and was active in continuing my education while on active duty, I really didn't know what I wanted to do with my time in service.  Of course, with a deactivated Military Occupational Specialty, and no job to return to after my time spent overseas, I literally had my choice of military fields to enter into, if I were to reenlist.

While this is a topic that I'm not entirely comfortable sharing, the Marine Security Guard is involved in nearly every aspect of a diplomatic mission, and is trained to learn the ins and outs of the diplomatic compounds fluently.  This means that we're trained to know who belongs where and who has access to what doors in the facility.  We're literally the eyes and ears of any given diplomatic mission where Marines are posted, and it's our job to notice when things are out of order.  This also means that we develop relationships with a variety of foreign service personnel including diplomatic security officers – one part of our dual chain of command – and intelligence officers from a variety of agencies in the pre-9/11 diplomatic corps.

After spending several months on post in Riyadh, and learning the spy game for what it is, I found myself intrigued, and excited, with the idea of going into intelligence work.  Knowing of the personnel that managed the Central Intelligence Agency's front office, and having shared beers and pleasant exchanges with many of these fine folks, I decided to reach out and inquire with one of their managers for a better understanding of what this could mean.  After convincing a peer and a fellow Marine that I served with to join me, I gathered the courage to open the front door with this secret agency, and inquire about career opportunities.  It was, and still is, a legitimate inquiry into the world of cloak and dagger and all that secret spy stuff that I know nothing about.

It's also important to mention that I haven't handled classified information since 1998, and by no means am authorized to speak on the agencies' or on the Navy-Marine Corps' behalf.

Not much came from the conversation other than dropping my guards to say hi, and to “keep your nose clean...” while finishing your bachelor's degree in a relevant field, although, as time would tell, this proved to be a meaningful conversation on more than the conscious level.

As some of you know, Saudi Arabia is located east of the Nile River, where the sun rises over the horizon.  Saudi Arabia is also home to Mecca and Medina, the two holiest places in all of Islam.  It's also a land that is filled with darkness that is often misunderstood.  By saying darkness, I don't want that necessarily confused with evil, although I do want to mention its connection with the moon, and the lunar calendar of Islam.  If we were to gain a better understanding of Islam, which many of us in the West are choosing fear with, then we'll need to look at the deities of Ancient Egypt to learn from.  Specifically, you could look at the Eye of Ra, and its inverse relationship to the moon, with its opposite eye and feminine counterpart, to see where I am coming from.

This isn't something that can be replicated by Facebook, and this is one reason why I refuse to consider it as an adequate reward for my own efforts.  Simply mentioning this will put Zuckerberg in a spin, leaving him defeated and angry, alongside his mother.

Anyways, it became clear to me as time went along that perhaps intelligence work wasn't all that cut out for me.  From my own awakening in Lisbon, Portugal and furthermore to the past-life regressions that I experienced while in Paris I found myself in a moral dilemma that contrasted sharply with the realities of working in the intelligence fields.  Sure, there are a lot of different aspects that are involved with gathering intelligence, and it's my understanding that some choices are harsher than others, and it's with this newfound awareness, and with the awareness of how my choices directly affect my personal karma, that I decided to no longer pursue work in the intelligence field.  I can't say with certainty that everything that Central Intelligence does is inherently evil, although I can say that I don't agree with the entirety of their scope of work.

One of the books that I read at the time, or maybe it was even after I returned home from overseas, is titled: Remote Viewers: The Secret History of America's Psychic Spies, and one of my motivations for reading this was to learn more about how spy stuff works, how it could influence my collegiate goals, and how it would affect my own psychic abilities that I was waking up to, at the time.

I didn't realize that the Department of Defense, and the intelligence agencies, had put so much money, time, and energy into developing this psychic network of spies.  It's unfortunate that their linear thinking and modulated processes have led to a misunderstanding of what it means to be awake, what it means to be a spy, and what it means to be at war with a neighboring ally.  These battles that are dealt with in the unknown remain intangible.  You can't touch them, you can't taste them, and you can't see them other than with your own third eye.  Some images that come to us are symbolic and hold relevance to the viewer, while others are quite literal, and that we'd expect to see in a remote viewing session.  There have been times, early on my path, and while learning the shamanic journey, that I experimented with blatant, out-of-body experiences that I became fluid with.  I have dreamt of other worlds, and from other places, that are best shared with a different understanding of the movement of time.

What does this have to do with Osama bin Laden, George Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, and the fight to find him?

Of course, I'll never claim to have been on active duty when his assassination took place, nor will I ever claim to have been part of the team that killed him.  I will, however, speak up when an injustice has been done, and in part to lay claim to the fact, and to support those that I served with, and have whole-heartedly contributed to his death, and in an online manner.  This also includes the Marines that I served with in Yuma, Arizona, and while these men and women may not have been directly involved, I continue to work with many of them on their own spiritual goals.  In fact, if you were to look at our shared connections on social media, you will not find many of them with me, and this is for operational security and awareness of the prying eyes that like to spend their time watching me, my online activities, and developing relationships.