Andrew Hennessey

I am the very first person to admit to the truth of this as it pertains to myself – ie. The human mind is a flawed and failed artefact that can be very easily diverted and derailed and blanked out by whatever powers and processes exist in this world generally beyond human knowledge.

This is my disclaimer therefore for what I will say in this article – as it is mostly speculation produced by a falsifiable human mind.

For all the human beings on Earth that were born as blank slates or tabula rasa upon which are to be written what our bretheren must write the human being has no real sense of history, or memory, or recall or the sophistry produced by high levels of multitasking and multiprocessing.
Relatively speaking the average human being tends to be a bit retarded in the applications department even though they require lots of rationality to deduce truth behind the social paradoxes and surreal conundrums that they come across. Relatively speaking people tend to be operating massive mainframes and high end software on space age broadband whilst the human tends to be operating a 486 with freeware and windows95.

Now I’m human and I’m proud of it … but I would be the first to admit that even though I’m an excellent folk violinist .. that my brain and mind cannot process enough finger and hand positions simultaneously for me to accurately play and appropriately execute the entire huge spectrum of notes on the fingerboard in classical music.
I tend to get disorientated beyond the 3rd position as like a blind man who feels the position of the hand in relation to the fingerboard I feel that my muscles and sense of touch cannot account for or appropriately recognise and recollect and orientate the huge increase in individual muscle positions and new landmarks in the 4-8 position parts of the fingerboard over all the string interchanges.

That fact doesn’t lessen me as a performer but it is a fact of my life.

Planet Earth – our Reptilian and Grey dirt farm where the alien equivalent of wearing farming overalls and muddy Wellington boots is to drive the top of the range internal combustion engine vehicles and make out its good to be successful doing the social charades that characterise relative success of winners for the many artificially manufactured human losers. The Repto-Grey farmers though do nothing relevant to interstellar reality and interstellar High Society and must be seen as the country yokels or rednecks of a massive Reptilian Empire in this galaxy.
Soul Farms and larval Repto nurseries like Earth and maybe Gravel and Swamp and Dune are probably all planets maintained in artificial limbos as social and technological cul de sacs run through with dystopic and outrageous and distressing themes in which to engineer Outrageous injustices and the juices of soul despair.
It can be seen from satellite photos that there are large numbers of alien droids parked at least everywhere in the UK several years ago.

In order to be a fallible wreck and human failure in a condition to be outraged and derailed, bled and distressed ie. Properly farmed there has to operate amongst the cul de sac social charades on the planet an anti-human conspiracy.
Its true that the brutal images of the NWO ideologies actually present evidence of geopolitical conspiracies against humans from scientific and political and academic points of view. These conspiracies appear to occupy impossible heights of social strata far above our heads tending to be mainly quite distant socially speaking. They are the wolves from the forest that attack and worry the flocks though. Conspiracy gurus will lecture to us on problem-reaction-solution where the solutions are ever more extreme anti-human measures but the Real conspiracy against human beings at least in my life was much closer to home and much more immediate.
In fact it was at home.
My mother was of direct Reptilian ancestry alleging descent from a Scottish royal blueblood clan and rare bloodtype and my father too latterly boasted of his telepathic capacity.

I remember selecting my life in this family before I was born though these memories could have been subsequently implanted and I also remember objecting to being wrapped in the dark and dense tarry windings of my incarnating humanity.

It was hidden from me successfully for the largest part of my life just how telepathic my family really was.
For some reason I could never do anything properly or good even though it was and for some reason I could never accept the horrific truth that my parents hated me.
I would reach out with my mind and heart to them addressing their criticism or doubts and they would appear to silently, non-verbally assent to the validity or provenance of my issues then they would overtly and vocally contradict and deny that they had ever thought what I was doing was right or good or worthwhile.

This cruel contradiction or induced schism in my perceptions of my social and intellectual performance and self-image derailed and undermined my personality and disheartened me. It was however perpetrated by the malevolent use of telepathy.

In my latter years as I developed my assessment of how society performs I started more and more to come to terms with just how many naturally talented and cognitively unimpeded Elvis superstars and Intergalactic professors were hanging out at the local betting office.
Once I had vacated the superstars of the Theosophical Society in one particular social cul de sac I could see more and more evidence for starship pilots with interstellar grudges and galactic links to offworld criminology just sitting about drinking Buckfast wine in the local parks.
Seemingly ordinary people that should have been the disadvantaged and stupid losers portrayed in the soap operas were remote viewing me and demonstrating impossible knowledge of the itsy bitsy private facts of my life that even special forces could not have obtained from a phone tap or Mi5 A team special entry.
They were also conducting feats of superhuman and enlightened skills that an alien process robot could have been proud of.
I could be forgiven for thinking at the time that there was a huge intelligence agency conspiracy out to get me because somebody had to be supplying them with lots of very detailed research and co-ordinating their efforts geographically, logistically and locally to put them all into place in those strange synchronicities so that they could deliver their somewhat disquieting rhetoric about their disregard for my life, its activities and its intimate data.

I never really caught onto that one though – for there were far too many variables in my life to isolate and test. It meant that if everybody and their brother was actually highly educated interstellar telepathic souls playing at losers and winners for the benefit of mining out retarded humans then somehow, impossibly my own parents were deliberately in on the act too.
That was going to be a hard one to take and to get over.

The real truth behind how many beings of all social classes, alleged education and alleged social persuasion were playing James Bond was connected to the simple truth that they were linking and networking with beings and processes in ways and for reasons beyond my ability to at that time comprehend.
They were, or those that were perpetrating this brutal and disturbing activity were, souped-up allegedly some with alien implanted network cards to ultra terrestrial realities of the technologies and alien theatrical props behind the stage-managed human charades.
These ordinary looking soap opera losers were in fact engaged in ultra massive uptakes and exchanges and downloads of data – some of it at times that suited them - pertaining to my own life.
Many of the reptilian beings could go into parallel places in and around our recreative imaginations – our so called astral realms – and directly target our souls and then do reruns later just to make sure.
Whilst we were merely trundling about in real time between A and B – these beings were flashing about collecting encyclopaedic knowledge of what restroom I had last used and using it to get me.

If only I had known then what I know now – that what you see is what you get .. that if stuff is happening now in your mind its happening now.
Often I could feel diminishing parasitic links to my bodys energy centres of chakra as some vampire tries to come in for a meal.
If you think that you are remembering and rerunning from memory some exhausting previous conversation – you probably are not – its really a milking happening again telepathically in real time.

For humans, unsurprisingly, information on the ease of predatory multilocal and astral states of being amongst the general population is unavailable or made to sound like there has to be some special highly trained evil and elite group that does this stuff. To the very great many though – we are just containers full of juices of one sort or another.

The thought of planets like; Earth or Dune or Gravel or Swamp as derogatorily named prison worlds for the farming of interstellar prisoners and captives for various sinister reasons was late to emerge in my life.
It was just that there had to be some sort of rational reason that separated me from the rest of the general prison population.
My general level of progress career wise and I was professional in about 20 different options was always hacked down in some way and strangers would inveigle themselves into my life then borrow and destroy my tools and equipment and assets.

This though was not Intelligence Agencies as we are led to believe in them. These were alien processes belonging to an alien agenda of soul stripping, software how-to module research, hosting reptilian spawn, and organic life essence production and milking.

Human Beings on planet earth will not perform at the same level of processing and data retention as the souls here with interstellar capacities and memories. Nowhere though is a human being proper going to discover in human culture much if any reference to the full extent of the nature of telepathic sentience amongst the general population. It is a taboo subject.

Also, nowhere is the blank slate tabula rasa human being going to get any information on the general and almost universal ability of sentiently processing souls to enact ultra massive data recognition, upload and processing. This information is suppressed and kept hidden from humans per se and tends to be wrapped up in a sub culture of superhuman comics and cartoons and people needing to climb mountains and stay in ice caves for years whilst practising insane gymnastics blindfold.

It isn’t true, everybody can do it without all that BS – except the real humans.
The real time distortion of the limited human cattle in a more generally sentient interstellar soul mine by both farmers and inmates alike is of a cynical nature.
Whereas the captured starship pilots and galactic dissidents and investors tend to treat the degraded infrastructure as an amusing charade for one reason or another – they never cease to cause most humans to lose themselves and disorientate themselves in it all.
That might be the repto-grey warders general policy towards the rights of this kind of livestock though and that with so much interstellar surveillance obviously deployed even from conventional satellite photos perhaps some inmates though not all deserve the benefit of the doubt.

This planet is an evil place enacted by an evil Empire.

There is, however, lots of evidence for highly good sentient Angelic beings at work amongst the darkness here, and in my own life too.

It can be seen from these biblical quotes, one used by three of the world’s major religions that there was anciently a paradigm of translation and remaking by the will of the Holy Spirit and that this process of translation applied itself to social and ideological changes and also to the remaking and rescripting of peoples Biology and mortality.
There is hope therefore that despite being on a planet full of dragons and their ‘pleasant palaces’ Isaiah 13:22 that a greater downpouring of life and energy and will from higher spheres and frequencies will infuse our world and its peoples.

2 Samuel 3:10 To translate the kingdom from the house of Saul, and to set up the throne of David over Israel and over Judah, from Dan even to Beersheba

Colossians 1:13 Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son:

Attachment to the world and the things in it is a decaying disease illustrated in many Eastern beliefs and their religions. It can pull our vision into a cycle of death. There are Reptilian Naga soul groups factored into and facilitated by an eastern Religion that centres on detachment from the world e.g. Buddhism.

1 John 2:15 Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.

The hope however for us all in these end days may not arrive in a flying saucer or by the emissaries of a false prophet with alleged signs and wonders or hopeless promise. Our own ticket up and away is not necessarily a ticket to anywhere in this galaxy in some ship transported by non-humans who have aided and abetted the aberrant status quo on this world.
In the New Testament, and also in other works on this planet there is evidence of a high energy over matter way of being. When applied to mankind – humanity – however, Men can become Xmen.

Hebrews 11:5 By faith Enoch was translated that he should not see death; and was not found, because God had translated him: for before his translation he had this testimony, that he pleased God.

John 21:21 Peter seeing him saith to Jesus, Lord, and what shall this man do?
22 Jesus saith unto him, If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee? follow thou me.
23 Then went this saying abroad among the brethren, that that disciple should not die: yet Jesus said not unto him, He shall not die; but, If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee?

Practitioners in possession of these miraculous abilities can without the aid of a cloning pod or a vat of green jelly or some strange juices revivify and remake people who would have passed on.

Acts 20:9 And there sat in a window a certain young man named Eutychus, being fallen into a deep sleep: and as Paul was long preaching, he sunk down with sleep, and fell down from the third loft, and was taken up dead.
10 And Paul went down, and fell on him, and embracing him said, Trouble not yourselves; for his life is in him.
11 When he therefore was come up again, and had broken bread, and eaten, and talked a long while, even till break of day, so he departed.
12 And they brought the young man alive, and were not a little comforted.

Acts of intervention by the Holy Spirit have been recorded throughout history when the bonds between ourselves and these worldly densities can be loosened. We know that some alien species are more than able to float abductees through walls etc

Acts 12:6 And when Herod would have brought him forth, the same night Peter was sleeping between two soldiers, bound with two chains: and the keepers before the door kept the prison.
7 And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison: and he smote Peter on the side, and raised him up, saying, Arise up quickly. And his chains fell off from his hands.
8 And the angel said unto him, Gird thyself, and bind on thy sandals. And so he did. And he saith unto him, Cast thy garment about thee, and follow me.
9 And he went out, and followed him; and wist not that it was true which was done by the angel; but thought he saw a vision.
10 When they were past the first and the second ward, they came unto the iron gate that leadeth unto the city; which opened to them of his own accord: and they went out, and passed on through one street; and forthwith the angel departed from him.
11 And when Peter was come to himself, he said, Now I know of a surety, that the Lord hath sent his angel, and hath delivered me out of the hand of Herod, and from all the expectation of the people of the Jews.

It could be at some point though that bouts of miraculous healing and relocation will take place amongst peoples on Earth in the 21st century with or without the intercession of some dubious flunkies in a space ship.


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