POUSHINSKY ON UFOS AND PAST LIVES

Jim Poushinsky observed a UFO similar to one reported by James Thompson from Arkansas just four days earlier in Ottawa, Canada

JIM POUSHINSKY ON UFOS AND PAST LIVES

Poushinsky posts in social media just after a KCOR radio broadcast on “The Strange Truth” with show host, Dave Emmons. He interviewed Edward James Thompson about his four hour extraterrestrial invitation event on June 30, 1992.

This article is about Jim Poushinsky who elaborated on not only seeing a UFO near Ottawa, Canada, but, he saw it in almost exact detail four days earlier (Skeptic Broken article) in June of 1992! Had it not been for Jim reporting his event on a Facebook post, no one would have known, much less connected the two events together.

This author was contacted at Universal Digest in 2017 regarding Jim Poushinsky and his telepathic experiences with whales. After a few months of research, the article was published on August 6, 2017.

WHALES, ESP, AND LIFE HERE ON EARTH

Jim Poushinsky and this writer have remained in occasional contact over the last three years. When he took the time to enlighten us with his June 26, 1992 UFO contact, we were most excited. Here was an event of something observed so well detailed, it helped put the association together. Since this time, Jim and I have accumulated more information to help him share his experiences with the public domain.

What follows is Jim Poushinsky with his social media post.

POUSHINSKY ON UFO ENCOUNTER FROM SKEPTIC BROKEN ARTICLE

The description of the room with multicolored light on the walls that went out and a ball of energy appeared with lightning coming out of it – reminded me of seeing a UFO while driving home with my family at night in the country near Ottawa, Canada, in 1992.

First we saw what appeared to be a burst of lightning from the ground illuminating the bottom of clouds in the sky above, then darkness. A minute or so later it happened again, and again and again always in the same spot! Out of curiosity I drove towards it, and as we got closer we could see a dome shape the size and height of the top of a barn silo, that was covered with different coloured strands of lights going down the sides – my wife remembers pink, I remember shades of blue, and possibly green. Then the lights would all at once go out and a column of lightning-like light would hit the clouds above for several seconds, and when it stopped the coloured lights would come back on!

As we got close to it we could see cars on the cross-road ahead slowing down and stopping to look at it. Then it went dark and the lights were no more. I drove across the road past a grove of trees and there was a cleared corridor for high voltage transmission lines attached to steel towers, that the UFO must have been hovering above. The next day I called Ontario Hydro and they confirmed there had been power fluctuations happening in the lines that were attributed to sheet lightning.

Interestingly, this happened on June 26th, 1992, just before Jim Thompson’s experience! Maybe they were recharging their energy ball?

I also had a confrontation with 2 balls of lightning the size of grapefruits at open doors to my round barn, in a storm where a ball of lightning the size of a soccer ball went into my neighbour’s barn and grounded in his electrical panel, totally melting it into an unrecognizable piece of slag metal, back in those days. There is no scientific explanation for ball lightning! Could this be the free energy source Jim was shown?

Thanks to the Jim Poushinsky post above, he and I moved into another new light. He wants to share his past life experiences since our last article. Readers will find this most interesting.

PLEASED TO SHARE MORE EXPERIENCES

It has been so good to have my whale experiences on your website so people can share them! I feel that I should do something similar with my different ET encounters. Those include a Gray taking me on her ship, much like James Edward described, a Preying Mantis paralyzing me, and a ball of yellow light paralyzing me and entering my brain. Those all happened in my pre-adolescent years.

Still need more regression hypnosis to find out what happened in the last scenario. Then there’s all the UFO sightings and psychic connections in my adult years. The problem is sorting them out from the spiritual contacts and the lucid dreams and visions and Out of Body Experiences that started in childhood and have persisted throughout my life.

It’s like glimpses into a higher dimensional awareness that we need to evolve our consciousness to partake of, and through doing so connect together for the highest purpose. The ETs want to help us get there so they can evolve their consciousness to their next higher dimensional awareness, and to do that we have to take their place, because we are all connected.

Jim Poushinsky and his interactions with other beings (not of earth) do include reptilians.

POUSHINSKY ON PAST LIVES AND THE MUSEUM

The following experience, written by Jim Poushinsky is most interesting. Of his many experiences, including UFO sightings, extraterrestrial encounters, and past lives, he wanted to share this to the reading public. He does this in hopes others who have had experiences may feel more comfortable sharing theirs.

SHARING A PAST LIFE EXPERIENCE

Here is another connection revealed to me that I wrote about: The problem with science driven understanding is that it is limited to the physical realm of existence and has no awareness of consciousness! I have become aware of my physical deaths in several past lives that are relevant to this one. As an adult I connected to one while doing regression self-hypnosis meditation to investigate painful leg pains that caused me to scream as I tried to go to sleep at age 6 and 7 when living with my aunt and uncle at a Forestry Base on the North Shore of Lake Superior.

The doctor I was taken to had said there was nothing wrong and “it was all in my head”. So my uncle threatened to give me a reason to scream by strapping me with his belt if I ever cried out again, and I had suffered from then on in silence as the pains repeated. In the healing meditation I found myself paddling a birch bark canoe the bow and stern of which curved in circles signifying the Sun and the Moon.

I was paddling downstream in fast current between rocky cliffs with my attention focused on paddling around a fallen tree that blocked my view ahead. I managed to swing out around the tree only to find myself shooting over a waterfall to fall a hundred feet to the rocks below. Next thing I knew I was hovering above the body of an older indigenous man wearing buckskin clothing and laid out on his back.

THE FLASH OF LIGHT

My attention was suddenly distracted by a flash of light, and I saw it had come from a semi-circle formed by indigenous people. There was ceremonial smoke in the air between us, and they were raising and lowering sticks about 2 feet long that had copper discs about 2 inches in diameter attached at the ends. The discs were polished like mirrors so they reflected the sun towards me. And as I looked into the next rhythmic flash I suddenly found myself transported through the light beam to the Sun, watching as the image of a body was encircled by blue tentacles of Light and pulled into the Sun.

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Jim Poushinsky shares one of his many past lives experiences for the readers.

I had the intuitive feeling that I was watching my death in a previous life, and that the pains in my legs were the pains I had dissociated from consciousness as I died in that life! The experience was so profound I wrote to the archaeologists at the National Museum in Ottawa describing the birch bark canoe with bow and stern curved into circles, and the spiritual ceremony using copper mirrors to guide the spirit of the dead to the Sun. They wrote back telling me there was no evidence for this, no historical record of such a canoe shape, and no copper discs used as mirrors.

TRIP TO THE MUSEUM

A short time later I took my young children to see a movie at the Museum. The movie was a disappointment, so after it finished I took them for a walk through the Ascent of Man display the Museum was featuring. It too was boring, and as we got to the third floor the loudspeakers suddenly announced the Museum was closing in 5 minutes and we should all go to the exit. The kids were tired and I decided to check and see if there was another way downstairs so we wouldn’t have to go back down the long way we had come.

I turned into a side passage, but soon realized it didn’t go to the Exit. Instead it went to a large glass box that I felt drawn to. To my amazement I found myself looking at some copper artifacts lying in a depression in sand. And there were the copper discs I had seen in my meditative healing vision! I was fascinated to see they each had a small hole near the edge, which answered my curiosity about how they had been fastened to the sticks. And I realized looking at them that they were so tarnished by time nobody today had recognized they could be polished to make light reflecting mirrors.

REALIZATION

I looked at the description above the exhibit. It said the copper artifacts had been found on a beach 80 feet above the present North Shore of Lake Superior, and were 8,000 to 10,000 years old! The Dalai Lama tells us we have all lived so many lives we are all related to each other and to all the animals too! And the message I have received from the spiritual Elders I have talked with is that we are all One.


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ANNIE WILLIAMS AND OLORUN SMITH

Annie Williams

ANNIE

Annie walked in silence along the street until she was noticed by Officer Ted Darling…

When you are a security guard you see a lot of unusual and interesting people in your duties. A particular person at any particular time may or may not grab your interest, and in as much as guards are trained to watch for special points of interest, one person scuffling along a sidewalk on North Theresa Avenue near Washington Street kept attracting my attention; not so much as that he or she may be involved in some criminal activity, but because of their physical condition. I first noticed this individual bent over and crouched against an alley wall, and my thought at that point was that this person was drunk and intoxicated to the point of incapacity. The person made a weak wave to me with a hand, and I sloughed that movement off as a hobo that probably would be moving on in short order.

After a few minutes of patrolling the vehicles lined up and down an adjoining street, my view again came in contact with this person, who now had moved onto the sidewalk near the apartment building, and I could plainly see it was an elderly black person that was having great difficulty walking, had a metal cane for support, huddled beneath a rather large trench coat that hung sloppily over a misshapen frame. The person obviously was injured and possibly in pain.

I continued to watch on each additional trip past that point, and noted that this person was handicapped, made many encumbered steps, was bent almost at a seventy degree angle from the hip and could only move a few inches at a time. The person would stop, rest, and then hobble a little further in a desired direction, and repeat that sequence over and over. I recall the words ‘My God!’ coming to mind. The next trip this person appeared to be heading my way, but changed course and went back towards Washington Avenue. ‘This is not right,’ I said to myself, ‘I better see if help is needed.’

I slowly walked towards the person whose head seemed completely hidden beneath the collar of the coat as I approached from the rear.

‘Hello, do you need some help?’ I asked as politely as I could. In tight little increments of movement a head began to rise and the body turning artificially to allow an African-American lady’s face to arise, reminding me strangely of a turtle’s head coming out of its shell to look around, and two large brown eyes in the middle of a face, I swear, resembled ‘ET,’ the extra-terrestrial, in Steven Spielberg’s movie: all the wisdom, pain, longing of a lifetime written there. She was mustering strength to talk, one foot shuffled ahead of the other finding footing in her worn boots. Then she seemed prepared to speak:

‘Yes, no, ah….’ she appeared at a loss for words, words that sounded weak and unsure. ‘I ….. I’m just walking…. .’ And barely at that, I thought. We stared at each other for a minute or so, her with both hands cradling the top of the cane, looking for the entire world like George Steven’s Yoda movie character, but a Yoda that was seriously injured.

‘Are you in pain?’ I asked. I could see her eyes were matted by the cold weather and the tears that continued to wet her face. Her mind was dulled by age, but she still was active in searching for words, lips nervously moving to form expression.

‘Yes,’ she barely spoke audibly, ‘I…I….walk…walk for exercise.’
‘Does it help, I mean the pain?’ She nodded slowly.

‘How long have you had this condition?’

She gave a weak laugh, ‘Long time, now…. .’ She would glance up briefly as she spoke and then glance down at the sidewalk and remain gazing at the concrete. I thought for a moment.
Her withered and crippled hand slowly crept into her coat pocket and, grasped in a mangled fist, she brought out a wrinkled and dirty page of paper; Annie painfully placed it into my palm and folded my fingers over it as best her aged hand could. She again attempted a weak smile.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked. She again gave a weak laugh.

She lifted her head and this time gave me a strong, soul–searching look from two gorgeously bulbous and pitifully sad eyes: ‘Annie!’ She expressed it almost defiantly as if a different plateau of relationship had been reached. I smiled back at her.

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‘My name is Ted, Officer Ted Darling,’ I replied. ‘Ted,’ she repeated in almost a whisper. There was silence for a moment. ‘Will you be out here in the cold long?’ I asked. ‘No, no, I have to take my medicine…. .’ It was obvious that I shouldn’t go much further into her personal business.

‘Well, if you need any help at all, I’ll be walking by here every so often, don’t hesitate to call out for me, okay…….Annie?’ She slowly lowered her head up and down.

‘What….what….arthritis, rickets…..what….?’ I felt I should probe a little further. She insipidly nodded at the paper she gave me.

She gave another weak laugh: ‘Yes, everything,’ but her words came slow and almost in gasping breaths, ‘arthritis, diabetes, and neuropathy….everything…..’

‘Okay,’ I relinquished. And for a few more passes on my patrol I continued to watch her struggle moving diseased limbs and joints slowly down the sidewalk and slowly back in the other direction, occasionally resting her weight on the apartment wall. Then, sometime after sunset, she was gone and did not return.

The soiled and worn paper she gave me was headed in large bold letter: ‘If Annie Williams should be found ill and needs help, the following is a list of medications and medical conditions you should know about…,’ and what jumped off the page was a conflagration in a menagerie of disease and medicine that even I could not comprehend, and I promised myself I’d research the mysterious text as soon as possible. That mission came that evening before the public library closed. I headed home with a bag of medical books, settled at the kitchen table beneath a laptop computer, my investigatory juices parleyed the Internet into an ink pen dirge of medical facts. Annie’s ailments seemed daunting and unflinching: ‘Friedreich Ataxia, spinocerebellar tract, Hulter monitor, rheumatoid arthritis, crippling skeletal fluorosis, osteosclerosis of pelvis and vertebra, musculoskeletal fibrokeratoma, scoliosis, bursitis, Paget’s disease….’ Photo after photo showed broken, disjointed, twisted and medically diseased bodies, many with strained looks of fought-against pain. The list of medication used in treatment was just as disheartening as it allowed me to create in my mind belched visions of therapeutic mayhem that, I had read, such torture surely existed in the 18th century London Bedlam madhouse: ‘….Paracetamol, Pfizerpen-G, Percocet, Oxycontin, Naproxen Ibepuron, Ibuprofen, Neorontin …..’ About an hour into my indefatigable, cavernous research, a creeping raptorial nausea and sweating enveloped me, causing me to slam shut an opened medical book and slump crumpled into my chair as a dilapidated shack of depressed and weary flesh and bone. It was a sleepless night.

I certainly was on the alert for my new-found friend. The first night of patrol: Nothing. The same disappointment for the second, third, and the fourth nights: Sadness took hold of me, an almost heightened sense of freight that I might not see Annie again. Then, on the fifth day, there she was standing at the alley way, she slowly moved her hand side to side at her typical stomach level, her style of waving beneath her chronic pain.

‘Annie! I’ve been hoping to see you again!’ But, just as I lifted a foot to walk in her direction, a hysterical voice came from behind me: ‘Officer! Officer, can you assist me? I think I locked my keys in my car! Can you help?’ Caught in the dilemma of decision, I shouted to Annie: ‘Stay there, please; I’ll be back in a minute, please wait.’ Annie’s awkward rolling of her head on a nonexistent neck indicated her affirmation to wait for me.

About nine-hundred-feet away, on the next street, time seemed to agonizingly creep as I attended to the lady’s problem. Suddenly, the wail of sirens filled the air. From my vantage point I could barely see where on North Theresa Avenue the panic and canopy of scintillating blue-red, white circus of EMS and police lights were coming from. I knew something serious had happened; but I also knew the police were fully in control.

 

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It was ‘sometime’ before I was finished with the locked keys incident. The EMS and the police had long gone from North Theresa. The street was empty and dark and forlorn in the cold chill. I could only stare in desperation towards Washington Avenue. And then – ‘He’ came – turning the far corner of the building, quickly, swiftly, courageously, directly towards me as if on a mission, the pillar of his body passing through shadows created by the silver moonlight; tall, almost if on stilts, uniformed in stylish dark tailored linen trousers, his full-length solid black overcoat caressing his stride, synchronically whipping around his legs as he placed one foot strategically in front of the other in some seeming choreographed dance or march. I had no fear of his advance. He suddenly stood before me, a towering black man with sparkling black eyes as if polished coal or those of a gazing deer, his complexion a viscerally hearty ruddy-brown. He had no furrowed brow and appeared to be a caricature of the best of health. The silence seemed to go on forever.

‘You are wondering about Annie?’ He spoke very authoritatively.

‘Yes. Yes, I am’, I felt entranced, gripped by almost feelings of euphoria, ‘who are you?’

‘My name is Olorun Smith. I’ve known Annie Williams for a long time, a very long time. She is all right now. Oh, so many prayers have passed her lips. She is the happiest she has been in a long time.’ His tone was not typically Afro-American, but had the brogue of direct African descendants. ‘There was a lot you did not know about Annie. Did you know that Annie was an artist when she was young? Indeed, the best of the best. In 1911 she was a world-class act at the Dark Town Follies at the Lafayette Club, was one of the originators of the Cakewalk, ‘Ballin’ the Jack, and knew J. Leurie Hill, yes, yes, indeed. She danced nightly at the Savoy Ball Room for many years, and, and, in 1923 she was part of the Ziegfield Follies, the all black cast of the ‘Running Wild’ troupe. Annie was part of the 1936 Brown Sugar Revue at the world-renown Cotton Club; she sang with Lena Horne and performed regularly. But there is more: in 1925, Annie starred alongside Josephine Baker at the La Revue Ne’gre in Paris.’ In a perspicacious flood of words in rapid fashion, for a good ten minutes, Mister Smith spoke in a symphonic deluge of panoramic life events and historic narration, reciting about a life that only could have been a fantasy-world panoply for many a young lady; a wishful dream to most young girls.

‘Where did you get all ‘that’ information?’ I blurted out in total astonishment.

‘I’ve held black teenage Civil War soldiers in my arms as their blood oozed the life out of their wounds; that life-giving serum flowing through my fingers. I stood by Sam Clemons as Cub Pilot aboard the riverboat Paul Jones as we fought Mississippi River sandbars. I have watched with Captain Kermit Beahan, as we dropped the Little Boy atomic bomb upon Nagasaki – we looked into the Eye of Beelzebub and saw the face of Hell. I whispered words of comfort and salvation as living bodies fell from flaming ledges of the Twin Towers on 9/11…..’ Olorun’s eyes darkened even further in majestic intensity, a growing wisp of romantic fragrances emerging in the air….

Olorun paused, then grinned in a beaming smile that demonstrated a mouth of uniform and brilliantly white teeth, ‘I have seen things that you could not begin to accept; events that stretch far beyond the capabilities of your mind. I have been to places that exceedingly surpass the meager events of this tiny planet. I have walked on beaches trillions of miles from here with water so pure and so clear that as you walk in it, it washes your soul. I have known a succulent tropic plant on a very distant world whose juices would cure all known diseases. I have been to the center of your sun, indeed, I have been to the center of a million suns. I have sat abroad comets and raced through the solar system. I rode the comet that rained its watery tail down on Noah. I have come face to face with Evil itself, and I have ‘won’.’

Olorun suddenly looked ahead, over my shoulder, abruptly realizing that something new, something prorogating and urgent beckoned him, and he quickly rushed past me, whipping his overcoat against my side, dispersing mystical, aromatic, tropical scents of a combined unknown perfume reminiscent of Ralph Lauren, Michael Jordan Regal, and Chanel Pour Monsieur Concentrate. Stunned, I thought to myself only for a split-second, and then swirled around to confront him once again, ‘Mr. Smith!’

He was gone! Gone!

And I was left standing there with my heart pounding, immersed and lost in a violent mental flood as a rain drop fallen into an emotional sea, left with solemn and fantastic memories of Annie and the realization that this world was not nearly as real, or far more real, than it was before I met her.

Written By: Stephen Erdmann


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SAVARD RECOUNTS SPHERE ENCOUNTER

Bill Savard and I discuss his latest contribution to his sphere experience in 1961. With his brother, Gene, it was a momentous and historical event.

SAVARD RECALLS SPHERE ENCOUNTER WITH CLARITY

Savard, William (Bill), contacted me this last month with a keen desire to update his article of March 18, 2018. Bill Savard wants to reiterate to the public his experience with an intelligent sphere from almost 60 years ago. He believes it will help others who have had events and encounters that they feel would create personal ridicule and disbelief it they told others. This article covers the reasons for this update.

When Bill Savard and I first made contact in early January of 2018, he was quite reticent to deliberate his personal experience. Once he felt comfortable enough to have an interview recounting the event at his home while watching television with his brother, Gene, we set about constructing the best article possible at the time. Over the last one and one-third year we have maintained an amicable friendship in social media along with occasional email contact.

Bill Savard sent me a full recounting of his personal experience and there were improvements in his recollection. I felt it to be important to not change the first article. Rather, this turns out to be an example of how we can improve on an original without disturbing the timeline and essence of the story.

Therefore, we are sharing the recounting of William Savard’s initial experience with a full recollection in his own words. His writing follows with minor editing in some grammar and syntax. Bill claims he is no writer. However, I find this to be a prime example someone who is convicted in his forthright desire to get the complete truth out as to exactly what happened. I find this to be commendable. We have been working on this, inclusive of his own drawing of where he and his brother were, including locations and distances involved.

WILLIAM SAVARD RECOUNTS HIS EXPERIENCE IN HIS OWN WORDS

The story I’m about to tell you might be overwhelming. Had I been told this story without experiencing it, I would probably have not believed it. It’s taken me almost 60 years to be allowed by this entity to write this. Sounds like something from a science fiction film but I assure you it’s not. If it would benefit people, I would be glad to submit to a polygraph or any type of reliable lie detector test.

I’ve been living with this memory for almost 60 years. I suspect that this event was burned into my mind deliberately. I feel there was a reason for the crystal clear memory that I run through my mind with complete recollection, like a video imposed on me by an outside entity.

THE EVENT

My brother and I were sitting on the couch watching television. We were poor and lived in Golden Meadow, Louisiana in 1961. The television we were watching was approximately 10 degrees to our right, across the room in a corner. We were both focusing on the TV. Suddenly we were both standing, as if summoned by an unseen source. Without a word and independently, we were directed to the porch door. Although, I was originally sitting to his right, I was directed to walk to our immediate left. No questions or curiosity, we were being managed psychologically. When we got to the door, we were made to look to the right outside while staring through the glass window panes of the door. The door was about 95 degrees to the left of the couch where we were originally sitting and about 110 degrees to our left of the TV we were originally focused on.

As we both stood staring out of the door windows under the control of something we didn’t understand, or question, we saw a perfect sphere hovering about 40 degrees to our right in the shell driveway. Far out of sight from where we were inside the house. The dimly lighted sphere was motionless, hovering about 5’ off the ground, completely silent.

I was drawn outside while my brother seemed to be under the control of some force, just staring through the glass. There was no sound or movement from my brother Gene. Like a motionless zombie, he just stood there staring. He caught my eye briefly as I walked closer to the sphere, as if I was supposed to know that he was watching. I think he was intended to be a witness, to later verify my experience so I would know it was real.

As I walked slowly toward this object, the attraction that I can only express as a feeling of extreme love continued to increase. I remember absolutely no fear, nothing but a steady increasing love or some similar feeling as I approached. The sphere didn’t move, (it was) completely silent. I remembered so clearly, the overwhelming need to touch it as I stood just over an arm’s length away. The extreme wonderful feeling of attraction was more than I could manage. Every other possible feeling was blocked. I had to make contact. I reached out. The object moved away, always maintaining its exact distance from me and face high.

I had no control. The wonderful feeling of something like love had blocked out all other senses. I rushed it as fast as I could. I saw our shed about 30’ on the other side of it. I perceived it as moving backwards as I rushed it. I thought I would force it into the closed shed behind it and embrace it. The sphere reached the shed and went straight up and over the top in a split second. I never slowed down. I ran to the right side and back to a neighbor’s chain link fence, jumped up on the fence behind the shed and looked. The large yard was well manicured. I looked everywhere except the other side. It vanished! A couple of moments later, I stepped down and started walking back to the porch. My brother was still standing at the door, just staring at me through the glass like a zombie. I opened the door. We both walked back to the couch never uttering a sound as we sat back in the original place on the couch and stared at the TV, motionless.

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Here Bill provides a detailed drawing of his recollection of the sphere event with his brother, Gene.

After a minute or two, I asked Gene, ‘Did u see that?’ He became almost lifeless, like a zombie and said, ‘Yea.’ Then he immediately returned to his normal self until I asked him the same thing a few months later. He immediately, again, got the same lifeless expression, definitely under the influenced of another unknown entity, said, ‘yea’, then returned again back to normal. I never asked him again.

After that, some outside influence controlled that memory and I wasn’t able to talk about it for about 15 to 20 years. Then, only very little and gradually slightly more each time as I got older until when I tried to occasionally share the experience I got goosebumps. It was difficult. I’m fairly sure that I was limited by that same entity I experienced earlier. As the restrictive influence seemed to very gradually decrease, I eventually got to the point later in life when I could talk about it, and now this.

Even at this second, I’m still a little stressed to tell the story and I don’t know why.

After almost 60 decades of analyzing, trying to understand what and why this happened to me, I can only come up with these suspicions:

1. Why me? I have no clue. The only difference between me and other poor kids was that I later had scored (three times) an unusually high IQ. I am embarrassed to mention this, but it might be a factor in some way. Maybe I was meant to accomplish something. Maybe this. It’s just now that the ‘extra-terrestrial’ concept is becoming more common. Otherwise I have no clue. But, I believe that anything that had such unbelievable capabilities would know exactly what they were doing, no accident. I’m agnostic, but I would have to compare the abilities of this entity only to be like God. I doubt that it was God but who knows for sure.

2. This memory is burned into my mind. It’s like looking at a very detailed video when I try to think of it. I have a poor memory, but something still preserves this in my mind. I doubt it’s an accident.

3. The fact that I was overwhelmed by a feeling of extreme attraction to this thing, I assume, was to block all other feelings of shock, fear, etc. that would probably have otherwise been normal. I thought of nothing else and experienced no other emotional responses during this encounter.

Finally, I welcome any interview, questions from a responsible, intelligent, objective source. I can draw a diagram of the room and porch area to illustrate angles. Remember this, unlike all other memories; this is preserved in my mind differently, and photographically (now).

SUMMARY

Of course, after Bill Savard and his latest recollections, I have exhaustively researched ‘sphere‘ events. I have found very limited results. I welcome anyone who may help in this project to elaborate.

William Savard has no agenda. He is an entrepreneur of many years, owning a number of companies. Presently, his daughter has taken over his business while he has built a camp for family and friends; renovated his home outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and settled into a pleasant retirement with his wife, Anne. I have met them on Skype and Messenger. He has done much for his community. He only wants his experience to be known to the public so anyone who has experienced anything like what he has can know they are not alone.

Thank you, Bill Savard. Your desire to share the recollection shall benefit a number of lives, we hope. I’m humbled.


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Wizards of Deception: Fact or Conspiracy?

Wizards of Deception

Wizards of deception have arisen from many areas of human history over millennia. They have arisen from religion, government, military, and political arenas.  So, what about these wizards from the latest generations from the 20th and now the 21st centuries?

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Bohemian Grove

Most have heard the wizards names before: George Soros, the Rockefeller, the Bilderbergs, (Bilderberg Group), to name a few. All part of an elite 1%, which also includes The Vatican, descendants of Royal bloodlines, including Kings & Queens of Europe and various world leaders who are all a part of the Illuminati. A Secret Society group founded on May 1st 1776, for the sole purpose of future world dominance and maintaining control over the masses which they have been very successful in doing thus far. How many wizards of deception exist to manipulate and control the population of the world, today?

‘In mid-July each year, The Bohemian Grove hosts a two-week, three-weekend encampment of some of the most powerful men in the world.’ The sources for this statement include an article by Philip Weiss in Spy Magazine called ‘Masters of the Universe Go to Camp: Inside the Bohemian Grove,’ reproduced on a website of The University of California’s Professor of Sociology, William Domhoff. The ultimate agenda of the Illuminati is a New World Order, with no other but themselves in control of the new world.

http://crowsnestpolitics.org/2017/11/15/draining-the-swamp-and-bohemian-grove-what-are-the-commonalities/

Now, let’s chip away at some of the wizards and wizardry that has been continually bestowed upon the masses. I use the term wizardry due to the fact that the majority of the masses are blind despite continually being subjected to such deception since the group’s inception. Make no mistake: They are the elite, we are the peasants.

THE FEDERAL RESERVE

Let’s begin with The Federal Reserve. Contrary to popular belief, The Federal Reserve is a privately owned entity, by you guessed it, the elite. It appears on the surface that members of the Board of Governors of the Federal Reserve System are nominated by the President and confirmed by the United States Senate Committee on Banking, Housing and Urban Affairs (also known as the Senate Banking Committee). But this is only one of many smoke screens. Although an instrument of the U.S. Government, the Federal Reserve System considers itself  “an independent central bank,” because its monetary policy decisions do not have to be approved by the President or anyone else in the executive or legislative branches of government. Congress does not control the Federal Reserve. The Federal Reserve controls Congress.

Despite the fact that the current National US Debt is over twenty trillion dollars, presses at The US Treasury continually print notes, practically 24/7, while not having the necessary assets to back them up. How long can this practice continue before the collapse of the US dollar? If and when a collapse occurs, it will be ‘we the peasants’ who feel the brunt of it, not the elite.

POLITICS

It is at the political level where the Illuminati skillfully practice and successfully  spread their best form of wizardry. The election process is elaborately portrayed, for in reality, it is merely an illusion. Within the top echelon levels of government, top government officials who appear to be officially elected, are in reality, predetermined and appointed by the elite. Officials who comply and initiate every move of the puppeteers’ strings.

Now, many individuals will scoff at that statement. It is so bizarre that the majority will remain blinded, and it is the blindness itself contributing to the elite successfully initiating their deception.

DONALD TRUMP ELECTED: DIVIDE & CONQUER? 

I find it rather bizarre and contrary to the above statements made that Donald Trump actually won the presidential election. A puzzle piece that doesn’t fit with the norm of past elections. He appears to be a horse of a different color. On the surface, a refreshing change to millions, and one who is not part of the elite. I can’t help but feel that it appears too good to be true. Is this merely a deliberate twist in the ongoing illusion? Another elaborate display of deception?

Is it yet another maneuver to divide and conquer? Noticeably, since his election, the country has become more divided than ever over a President-Elect. There is nothing more enjoyable to the elite than we the peasants arguing among ourselves. And as usual, without fail, we fall for it.

RACISM / WHAT LIVES MATTER?

Lives matter is yet another ploy distributed and promoted through the news media outlets also controlled by the elite to pit us against each other. Black lives matter, cops lives matter, white lives matter. Bottom line is, if not a moron, most can easily understand and realize that ALL lives matter.

Ever notice how quickly news spreads about racism? Every chance they get, the news media jumps on racial violence incidents like an eagle swooping down on its prey. A black acquaintance of mine recently stated that he views the US as one of the most racial countries on earth. My first response was, whereas we actually elected a black President to 2 terms in office, how can that be so?  Then we have the controversial subject of whites owning black slaves. How about the rich black during the same era that also owned black slaves?

Racism has been an ongoing reality since the beginning of time. Hell, look at what the white man did to the Native Americans. Will racism ever totally disappear? Hell no. Why? Because one law of nature is nothing is perfect.

GUN CONTROL

Should we, as American citizens, be willing to surrender our Constitutional Right to bear arms? There are unfortunate incidents where innocent people get gunned down by some wacko brandishing a gun. (Some of which are false flags).

But it is important to realize guns don’t kill people, people kill people. I’ve owned firearms for over forty years and not one of those firearms has shot or killed anyone. People kill people. People kill people with knives… Ban knives? People kill people with baseball bats. Ban baseball bats? Individuals have been poisoned by antifreeze. Ban antifreeze? Get the picture? As Benjamin Franklin quoted, ‘Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.’ Are there wizards of deception working to remove guns from the public?

POISONOUS INGREDIENTS IN CONSUMER PRODUCTS

Ah… Monsanto… One of the many super rich corporations of wizards who are in bed with the FDA, government officials and the elite. Monsanto: The producer and distributor of GMO products. Ever notice that when spraying our consumer products they are wearing hazmat suits? They are poisoning the very products we consume.

Most conventional cereals contain sugar and corn made from GMO products. Soy Lecithin: Derived from GMO soy, this additive often contains toxins. According to The Cornucopia Institute, soy lecithin processing often involves hexane, and though it is removed during processing, trace amounts can be left behind. That residue is unregulated by the FDA even though it is listed by that organization as a potential carcinogen and neurotoxin. And how about children’s cereals containing trisodium phosphate?

Note that these same manufacturers create GMO free cereals for distribution overseas. Apparently, the GMOs are banned overseas. So why does the US allow it? These are actual facts that no one seems to care about. Are there wizards of deception operating in secret here, as well?

UNDERGROUND MILITARY BASES

There are purportedly 129 deep underground military bases the size of cities in the United States that they have been building day and night, unceasingly, since the early 1940’s. Are there wizards of deception operating in the military, too?

FEMA CAMPS

Called FEMA camps, resemble prisons & huge stockpiles of disposable coffins

It is purported that their goal is to eventually eliminate 95% of the world population. Think maybe that they are nearly prepared for the Grande Finale? In your opinion, what do you think that will be? I urge the majority to open there eyes and smell the roses before it is too late.

Written By: Jim Andre


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