“More and more we are finding that mythology in general
though greatly contorted very often has some historic base.
And the interesting thing is that
one myth which occurs over and over again in many parts of the world
is that somewhere a long time ago supernatural beings
had sexual intercourse with natural women.
and produced a special breed of people.”
The Sisters of LightSub-Figura vel Liber Caeruleus
Excerpted from:
“He Came To Set the Captives Free“
1992 by Rebecca Brown, MD
ISBN 0-88368-323-7
Whitaker House
P.O. Box 65 Clinton, AR 72031
Elaine and The Sisters of Light
For those with enough courage and objectivity to examine the current “alien” scenario from outside the constraints of the culturally-imposed Star Trek model of our day, this fascinating yet deeply disturbing missive will provide perhaps immensely valuable puzzle pieces to round out your respective syntheses.
In fact, we hereby challenge you to read it in it’s entirety.
In it we find a mysterious secret society of extremely powerful women (“The Sisters of Light”) and their occult agendas of unimaginably insidious religio-socio-political manipulation. Manipulation on levels which the vast bulk of us cannot even begin to conceive of.
One can only wonder why the eclectic group of present day “lightworkers” have chosen a name for their group (as have the mysterious “Sisters” above) which is perhaps coincidentally similar to an exceptionally clever discarnate who also hails by the name of “The Light-Bearer.” As a clue here, the biochemical name which has been coined to describe the enzyme which produces luminosity in fireflies is, in fact, “luciferase.”
We also find a particularly fascinating and remarkably lucid description of the way malevolent discarnates can employ certain biological substances (blood and urine in this particular case) to enable them to take on literal, physical, “third density” bodies as they literally, physically manifest themselves in our level of “reality.” Cattle-mutes and blood/skin/semen/ova extraction, anyone?
We further note the peculiar “shape-shifting” abilities of these clever entities to take on whatever form they choose — the most cruel and deceptive of them taking on physically pleasing forms of very attractive, ostensibly loving and phenomenally intelligent beings which, when the mask is stripped away to reveal their core essence, become unimaginably hideous and cruel filth.
We cannot help but wonder at this point how difficult it would be for these types to dress up in costumes provided by George Lucas. After all, isn’t this precisely what we expect of them? “Little grey space aliens,” anyone?
Of further interest in this vein is that the more controlling of the beings described in this particular account (the 8 ft. tall arch-demon types as opposed to the subservient little “grey” imps) appear to be remarkably “reptilian” in nature — being clad in thick armored skins made of a scaled substance like that of a tortoise shell. “Reptoids,” anyone?
Which brings us now to the conceivable reason for military/ intelligence participation in this phenomenology. To further elucidate, please allow us to quote the author directly:
“These witches are incredibly powerful. They are able to produce disease and kill without ever physically touching the victim, even over a distance of thousands of miles.”
Here is far more to this milint involvement than mere “remote viewing,” folks.
Then, of course, we have the ever-present sexual component in which these physically-manifested discarnates engage in literal, physical copulation with the human females of the group — an act which is apparently immensely humiliating to the powerless victims yet simultaneously invigorating for the parasitic perps. “Abductions,” anyone?
“More and more we are finding that mythology in general though greatly contorted very often has some historic base. And the interesting thing is that one myth which occurs over and over again in many parts of the world is that somewhere a long time ago supernatural beings had sexual intercourse with natural women and produced a special breed of people.”
–Francis A. Schaeffer
In closing, a wise friend once noted that though many folks today enjoy going on and on about subjects which they quite frankly know very little about, few take the time to thoroughly research and/or experience the phenomenology enough to speak with authority on the subject. Suffice it to say that after the better part of a quarter century of familiarity and intensive research on this very subject (and perhaps far more to the point, effective “Baldwinian” methods of dealing with the clever little bastards), we speak with a great deal of authority on the subject.
Entering The Brotherhood
Sandy became a friend of mine, about the only friend I had. I met her at the church in the youth group I mentioned earlier. I didn’t go to church to hear about the Lord, I went to get involved with the other kids. Sandy and I worked together on various youth programs in the church and at high school we also chummed around, studied together, and went out for cokes.
Sandy was a pretty girl. She was richer than I was, very well dressed and very popular. She didn’t seem to let that bother her too much where I was concerned. I thought she was my friend more out of pity than anything, but that was because I didn’t know she was a recruiter for The Brotherhood. Shortly after the incident with the football player, Sandy mentioned to me that she noticed that I had a special power that few others had. She said she knew where I could learn to have more of that same power.
She also said,
“Hey listen, I know that you’re lonely and down, and I think I have something that can help you. The church we’ re going to doesn’t really care about you, and God doesn’t really care about you. If He did, you wouldn’t have been born the way you were.”
She then offered me a chance to go to a “youth camp” with her run by “the group that she and her family belonged to. She called it a church camp.” It was located in a small town a few miles away. It was held during the summer. School was out at the time and as I had nothing else to do I decided to go.
I told my parents I was going to a church camp — they really didn’t care what I did. I was fearful and yet elated. I thought that I had finally found a friend and that maybe this was the answer to both my loneliness and my questions about the strange power inside me. Sandy talked to me about the camp for days before we actually went. She described it as the ideal place where I would be accepted and wanted and needed. My powers were needed, she told me, and they could be perfected. I would be able to become great and famous, or rich, whatever I wanted I could have. As she talked I felt that strange power within me beginning to stir and build.
What Sandy did _not_ do was mention the word “cult,” or tell me the truth about this group. I will stop here and give you a capsule summary of the group.
This group which secretly calls itself The Brotherhood, is made up of people who are directly controlled by, and worship, Satan. It is a rapidly growing and very dangerous cult. It has two major centers in the U.S. — the West coast, mostly in the Los Angeles-San Francisco area, and another in the mid-western U.S. where I lived. They are divided into local groups, or chapters, called covens. The covens range in size from 5-10 people to several thousand. This is the same cult written about in Hal Lindsey’s book, Satan Is Alive And Well On Planet Earth, and in Mike Warnke’s book, The Satan Seller. It is also the U.S. counterpart of the group in England written about in the book Freed From Witchcraft, by Doreen Irvine.
This cult is extremely secretive. No written records of membership are kept. Even the contracts with Satan signed in blood by the members are burned by the high priests and high priestesses. (This is not common knowledge among the lower ranking members.) These satanists infest every level of society — the poor and the rich. The very well educated, the police force, government officials, business men and women, and even some so-called Christian ministers. Most all of them attend local Christian churches and are considered “good citizens” because of their involvement in local civic activities. This is all done as a cover-up. They lead double lives and are expert at it; masters of deception.
“And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light, therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness.”
-II Corinthians 11:14-15.
They all go by code names at their meetings so that, should they meet each other on the street, often as not they would not know each other’s real name. They are rigidly disciplined by Satan and his demons. They practice human sacrifice several times a year and animal sacrifice on a monthly basis. The human sacrifices are most often babies — born out of wedlock to various cult members, cared for by the doctors and nurses within the cult so that the mother is never seen in a hospital — the baby’s birth is never registered, neither it’s death. Other sacrifices are kidnapped victims, a cult member who is being disciplined, or who volunteers, I suspect because they can no longer live with themselves. Many of them are cold blooded murderers, extremely skillful.
Each coven is led by a high priest and a high priestess. These people get to their position by obtaining favor with Satan by various means and by obtaining greater and greater powers of witchcraft. There is much in-fighting within the group. There is an elite society of witches within the cult called The Sisters of Light.
There are several occult groups in the U.S. who call themselves The Illuminati, most are not a part of The Brotherhood. There is a group called the Illuminati made up mostly of people who are directly descended from the Druids of ancient England. They are extremely powerful and dangerous people and are linked to The Brotherhood. They practice human sacrifice frequently.
The Sisters of Light first came to the U.S. from Europe in the late 1700’s. They date back to the dark ages in Europe, but indeed have their roots back to the sorcerers of ancient Egypt and Babylon who were powerful enough to be able to actually reproduce three of the ten plagues sent upon Egypt during Moses’ time. (See Exodus chapter 7.) These witches are incredibly powerful. They are able to produce disease and kill without ever physically touching the victim, even over a distance of thousands of miles. This is all accomplished by demons of course, and these people are deluded into thinking that they control the demons when actually Satan and the demons are just using them.
Incredible atrocities are committed within the cult by humans so controlled by the demons within them that they lose all emotions of love and compassion and become cruel beings that hardly seem human. Some of this will be discussed later in the book.
The rapidity of growth of The Brotherhood is a mark of the end-times we are in and a direct fulfillment of Biblical prophecy.
In the United States and around the world there are countless thousands of cults and groups that worship and serve Satan under many many different names. Many do not call Satan by this name, but by some other name. Many simply refer to him as the “Master.” Also, there are many independent groups of self-styled witches and satanists. Customs and styles of worship in individual groups and organizations vary widely.
I stepped directly into this cult when I went to that summer camp with Sandy. I was very excited by the time we arrived. With excitement you lose a lot of what you see and hear. We were taken first to the dorms where we were to stay and made to feel very welcome. The camp had many facilities: museums, libraries, different houses where you could go clairvoyants, hypnotists, palm readers, tarot card readers, voodoo experts, etc. Some of these people lived there the year ’round, some didn’t. This was the place where the cult officially meets with the unknowing public.
We attended many classes which taught us how to extend use our “powers.” Sandy took me to the first meeting with the Sisters of Light. Much later I found out that they had been watching me carefully throughout my childhood, from the time of the sale of my blood made by Helen and Grace.
Sandy took me into the large Satanic church on the ground about two hours before the main evening meeting. The sun was setting and the entire church was dark except for 13 candles in a circle on the floor at the front of the church which cast eerie shadows about the 13 figures also seated on the floor, one behind each candle. As we drew closer I could see that the figures were 13 women, all dressed identically in long white robes with attached cowl-like hoods up over their heads. They were each sitting cross legged on the highly polished wooden floor, backs straight, arms folded across their breasts, staring with absolute concentration into the candle in front of them.
The candles were each about two feet tall and three inches in diameter. They were made of black wax and each one sat on top of a long narrow sheet of paper that was covered with fine writing. The wax from the candles dripped down onto the papers. The women did not wear jewelry or ornamentation of any sort. There was no movement by any of them except for their continuous low-voiced chanting and humming as they offered their prayers to Satan. There was a power there that held me both fascinated and awe struck. I could feel a mighty stirring of the unexplainable power within myself as I sat and watched them throughout their two hour ceremony.
I found myself drawn back again the following night to watch the same ceremony. I knew that they were the Sisters of Light only because Sandy told me so. Other cult members referred to them as “Mothers,” and few knew that they were actually this elite group. They never told men of their identity as men were strictly excluded from the group. However, they are the powerhouse and main strength of the cult, and a strictly guarded secret even within the cult itself. They do not tolerate weakness in any of their members, anyone weak is destroyed. There are very few younger women among them.
After the ceremony the second night I was approached by one of the women. She told me that they had noticed my interest and already knew of my unusual power, and that they would very much like for me to enter into their training program. They were casual and kindly and told me that they could train me to greatly increase and extend my power as no other group could. I swallowed the bait hook, line and sinker.
At first they told me of the greatness I could have, of how I could use the power within me to get what I needed, also, whatever I wanted I could have. This power was of Satan, not of God. They were the first to tell me that and they also told me that Satan is the only true God. They taught me how to chant and hum. Told me that if I wanted anything, all I needed to do was to light my candle and put my prayers underneath it. Requests not only for myself, of course, because I must not be selfish. I could pray either for another person’s uplifting or for his downfall. It made no difference as long as there was someone else’s name on the paper as well as my own.
At last the final day of the camp came and I prepared to go home. Suddenly I was faced with the fact that all the kindliness of the people at the camp was a front and the involvement was no longer a game, nor was it voluntary. When I met Sandy for the trip home she told me that she had just had word from the Sisters of Light that they were offering special training to myself and some others who were “specially gifted.” Sandy said that they and the high priest and high priestess wanted to speak with me briefly over at the church before we left.
I went over to the church and entered with several others. After we got into the church we saw that armed guards immediately stepped in front of the doors and we were told to stand before the small group at the front of the church. The high priest then told us that we had been selected to join The Brotherhood, which meant signing a contract with Satan in our own blood at a meeting the following night. I asked what was in the contract and was told that I would be giving myself body and soul and spirit to “our great father Satan” in return for many ” blessings” from him. We were also told that if we did not want to do so that they would use certain “persuasion” to change our minds. I told them that under no circumstances would I sign such a contract. At this point the high priestess took over and informed me that I had no choice. I looked her square in the eye and said, “Go to Hell! You bitch! I think you are all weird I will do no such thing.”
Immediately a very large guard armed with a submachine gun came up behind me and grabbed my arm at the wrist pulling it behind me and upwards with such force that I felt as if he had broken it. He told me that I was to bow my knee to the high priestess and ask her forgiveness for my disrespect, that if I did not do so he would beat me until I did. Outraged, I shouted, “Then go ahead and start, because I’m not bowing myself to any woman!”
He swung at me, his fist catching me full force in the temple. I don’t remember anymore until I awakened in small 5×5 foot cell. It was completely bare with a hard wooden floor. The door had a small window out to a hallway so that I could be observed. It was almost completely dark. I was in that room for 24 hours. It seemed like days. I was not allowed to sleep, speakers blared constantly. I was told over and over again that all glory and honor and homage was due Satan. That I needed to ask Satan’s forgiveness. That Satan was the God of the universe. I was also told that my family was being watched, and that if I did not adhere to the rules and regulations and sign the contract, that they would all be tortured and killed. I was not given any food or water during that time.
The following evening I was taken from the room by two guards into another room where I was met by two women from the Sisters of Light. They helped me to bathe, then placed a satiny white robe over my nude body. My feet were left bare. The robe reached the floor and was tied at the waist with a white cord. It had a cowl-like hood and long loose sleeves. It did not have ornamentation of any kind. The women told me that I should not fight any more, that I could not avoid my destiny. They told me what wonderful “blessings” I would receive by giving myself to “my father Satan.”
I was transported to the meeting in a closed van so that I could not see where we were going. This meeting was not held at the Satanic church on the camp grounds. I caught only a glimpse of the outside of the building as I was hurried inside. It had no windows and was back in a woods. It looked like it was some sort of storage building on a farm, though isolated, and there was some straw on the wooden floor inside.
The building was dimly lit by many large flickering candles around the walls. The candles were in groups of three, a black, red and white candle in each group. There were 200 to 300 people present, seated on plain wooden benches facing the front of the room. At the front was a wooden platform with torches burning around the edge on about 5 foot tall poles. There was a rough-hewn stone altar down in front in the middle of the platform which looked like it was sitting on saw horses. (I was to learn later that this was indeed the case to provide easy movability.) The stone was gray with many brownish stains – these stains were from the blood of the many sacrifices performed on that altar, both animal and human.
In spite of my exhaustion and fear I felt a stirring excitement as I felt the tremendous invisible power within that room and a responding stirring of the power within me. Incense was burning, filling the room with its odor. I think it had some sort of drug in it because it quickly made me quite dizzy. The room was absolutely silent as the robed hooded figures looked expectantly at the empty stage. At some unseen signal many small hand-held bells started ringing as the high priest and high priestess stepped noiselessly on the stage out of the shadows.
The high priest and high priestess wore identical robes. The robes were both of a black satin material, the same style as my own, trimmed with red around the hood, down the front edges and around the edges of the long full sleeves. Each was tied at the waist with a golden cord. Their feet were also bare as were everyone else’s. Each carried a scepter about 3 feet long. The high priestess’ was gold. At the top was an inverted cross with a serpent curling around the handle and up onto the cross. The high priest’s scepter was of the same design but made of silver. The scepters were carried reverently in the crook of their arms. Their presence was commanding and I became aware really for the first time of the tremendous power they had. and I envied them.
There were many heavily armed guards at that meeting both inside and outside of the building. This was my first attendance of a real cult meeting. All the rest had been games and play and show.
After the opening remarks I was taken forward to the front of the altar by the two guards. I and the others were introduced to the congregation as new members “anxious” to join. The high priest first centered his attention on me. He said,
“Brothers and Sisters of Satan, we bring you this child, this one called Sister Courage (that was my new name). We bring her to you for she has asked to become one of us, and now unto our lord and god our master, the master of the universe, and also the destroyer, Satan, we say: this child, Sister Courage, we give unto you to do your bidding to be what you want her to be. We have promised her as you have given us the word to promise, your blessings.”
I was then given a knife to cut my finger with, but I refused to do so. Instantly one of the guards brought a whip down hard on my back causing me to writhe in agony, but I was determined not to bow to them. With a flick of her hand the high priestess signaled the guard to stop beating me. She spoke in a voice dripping with disdain and said that there were much more effective ways of showing me my error.
I watched in amazement as she and the high priest took up positions on opposite sides of a large pentagram (five pointed star) drawn on the floor in the middle of the stage. The pentagram was drawn inside of a circle and a black candle sat at each point of the star. With merely a wave of her hand the high priestess lit all the candles at once without touching any of them. Then she started an incantation, the high priest joining in with the chant. The audience also chanted at certain points when directed to do so by the ringing of the little bells.
Suddenly the pentagram was engulfed in a whoosh of smoke and blinding light. The room was instantly filled with a foul odor as of burning sulfur. A huge demon appeared in physical manifestation in the center of the circle, flames surrounding him. He was huge, about 8 feet tall. He glowered menacingly at me, weaving back and forth. The high priestess (Grace) turned to me and told me that if I did not obey and sign the contract that I would be given to that demon to torture until he finally killed me. That was enough for me! Never had I felt such fear, but at the same time I lusted after the power displayed by Grace (the high priestess). I was determined to become as powerful as she so that I could get revenge on those people for all that had been done to me.
When I signaled my willingness to sign the contract, two women came forward and placed a black robe over my white one. The black robe was made of a cotton material and was of the same design as the white one. The black was a sign that I was no longer a novice. I took the knife offered me and cut my finger deeply. Then I dipped a quill pen in my own blood and signed the contract with my name stating that I giving myself body, soul and spirit to Satan.
Immediately after signing the contract, I was engulfed in an electronic charge of energy which surged from the top of head down to my toes. It was so strong that I was knocked to the floor. As I lay on the floor trying to recover I realized that Grace was doing another incantation. I struggled to my feet to find that she had called up another demon. This one came down to where I stood and told me that he was going to live in me. He reached out and roughly grabbed me by the shoulders before I had time to say anything. Immediately I felt agonizing, searing heat go through my body and smelled sulfur strongly again. In the midst of the agony I passed out and knew nothing more until I was roughly loaded into the van for the return trip to the camp. By that time I was so exhausted and dizzy from the lack of sleep, the beatings I had endured, and the lack of food and water, that I did not fully comprehend the significance of what was happening to me.
I stayed at the camp for a week afterwards so that the most noticeable of my cuts and bruises could heal. When I went home I thought and felt that I was now one of the most powerful people on earth. I knew that I had power that was beyond most peoples’ imagination. I thought that nothing and no one could destroy me.
How wrong I was!
Rise To Power
I was now a member of The Brotherhood, had a new name and was what is known as a witch. About one month after I had signed the contract with Satan I had my first meeting with the local high priestess. The coven in my home town was fairly large, about a thousand people. The high priest contacted me and told me that she wanted to see me in her home. I was very surprised to be called by such a high authority. Very few girls are ever called to see the high priestess unless they are to be punished, or if she has something specific for them to do. Her home was elaborate and very beautiful and she ruled with an iron hand. She told me,
“You have been specially selected by Satan to be trained for his work and to become a high priestess if you can qualify”
Within the satanist cult this is a great honor. You must be highly ranked to be accepted for that type of training. The high priestess was an elderly lady. She had been a high priestess for many many years. She was very pretty even though she was old. Her personality was one of friendliness and yet there was something very cold about her. She knew that I was to replace her. A high priestess is always destroyed when she is replaced by another witch. She is commanded by Satan or one of his high demons to train another witch to take her place. She has no choice but to obey the command.
I thought it strange that she should ask me to be trained for such a position as I was so young and a new member. What I didn’t know at the time was that the demons that I already had were far stronger than hers and that Satan had commanded her to teach me exactly what they were, how to use them, and how, in the end, to destroy her.
In my heart of hearts, I was not, and never would be, one for destruction. I enjoyed living and I did not want to hurt this lady, but I knew that if I did not, she would kill me.
I received intensive training in several areas for the next 20 months. I met with the high priestess mostly at her home or at other meeting places where we met off in another room away from the other members of the cult. We met often, at least weekly.
The contents of my training by the high priestess consisted mainly of incantations. I learned how to conjure up spirits to do my bidding. She taught me how to project and use that strange power that I had felt within me for so long. She taught me that those powers came from demons dwelling within me. She also taught me protocol and how to conduct cult meetings as a high priestess.
The Sisters of Light also participated in my training. They were the principal ones responsible for training me to increase in power as rapidly as I did. Through their training I learned many secrets that most other high priestesses never know. They asked me to join their society but I refused. Secretly I always thought they were very strange.
Arrangements were made for training in the martial arts as well. I already knew some Karate and Judo, but knew nothing about Kung-Fu. I was given into the hands of a middle-aged Chinese man who was a master of all three. He was a well-known lawyer in my home town. He was kind to me, but a very tough taskmaster. I learned much from him. He trained many cult people from the whole surrounding area. He thought that I had much potential and wanted me to participate in public competition. I never did and never wanted to.
Learning the martial arts was a rigorous and very tormentive type of training. I asked special demons to come into me to give me the abilities I needed. The mind and the body must be trained to move as one. I could jump many feet in the air, land on my feet, make somersaults and come up and destroy someone with my feet and/or hands. I became expert also in the use of knives, num-chucks [sic], swords guns, bow and arrows, stars and many types of oriental weapons that are not well known in this country. Not only do high ranking members of the cult receive such training, but a number of the lower ranking members also receive it so that they can serve as guards, assassins, etc.
I was taught much about Satan, almost all of it lies. I was taught about his power, about his love for me. How I had been rejected by God. How Satan loved me and wanted me as his own and about how I had been chosen among all women to be his high priestess. The Sisters of Light also told me much about the opportunity to become a regional Bride of Satan.
There are only 5 to 10 regional Brides of Satan in the U.S. at any one time. It is a position of great honor and power. The Sisters of Light told me they were sure I had the ability to attain this high position. They constantly talked about all the benefits I would gain if I reached it. I became determined to gain that position.
The first demon that I actually saw, manifested to me in physical form during that first ceremony when I signed the contract. The next demon I actually saw, was the first “conjured-up” demon of my own. As I performed the appropriate incantation he appeared in a cloud of smoke which smelled strongly of sulfur. The whole episode was a very elaborate, very staged type of thing, but he was very real. Again, he was in a physical form.
He was huge, about eight feet tall. He had a body much like a man, yet different. He was all black. We have since come to know this class of demons as Black Warriors. He had fiery red eyes, huge hands, and his armor was really his skin. It was made up of thick, black, hard scales, something like a tortoise’ s shell. Each scale was about six inches square. I knew that this was a powerful demon and I had called him up just to see if I could do it. As he stood silently staring at me, I told him that I was the “chosen one.” His response was,
“I know who you are, and I know that I am sent here to guard you and that nothing will ever harm you as long as I’m here, and as long as you serve the almighty Satan, our lord and our god.”
His name was Ri-Chan. He fought many battles both for me, and, when I was disobedient to Satan, against me.
I saw and conversed with many demons after that. As my skill grew in being able to see the spirit world, I was able to see and talk with demons without them taking on a physical form. Indeed, I rarely asked them to appear physically except on occasions when I wanted to impress or frighten someone lower in the cult than myself.
The next major demon I summoned was Mann-Chan. This was during one of my training sessions with the high priestess in her home. She told me that I was at a point in my training where I must learn and do a very special incantation. She did not tell me the purpose of the incantation and I did not ask. I knew this day was an important one because of the special preparations made.
First, I drew on the floor with chalk a very large pentagram, then drew a circle around it.
(The purpose of the circle around the pentagram is to keep the demon summoned inside the circle unless you gave him permission to move out of it. The circle is supposed to protect the witch from the demon who comes. In reality, of course, the demons do pretty much whatever they want so I quickly learned to be very careful not to summon a demon that was stronger than the demons I had protecting me.)
Carefully, I placed a black candle in each corner of the pentagram, then a much larger black candle in the center. All six were lit. A table with a hot plate on it was set up close to the side of the pentagram.
The contents of a kettle had been prepared earlier by the high priest. It was filled with desecrated holy water, that is, holy water from a Catholic church which the high priest then urinated into. He had also taken a dog and killed it and drained its blood into a special jar which he had given to me to take to the high priestess’ house. She then gave me some powders and herbs. The water in the kettle was brought to the boil on the hot plate just before I started the incantation.
I asked no questions, but obeyed the high priestess’ instructions to the letter. I sat on the floor, staring into the black candle in the center of the pentagram, murmuring:
“O great Satan, the power and builder and creator of the universe, I beg thee, give me a demon to be the guide and light of my life — to give me all wisdom and knowledge. My beloved, Oh master, grant to me my wish!” At that point the high priestess spoke the name Mann-Chan to me.
I then said, “Mann-Chan come, you are welcome into my body, I bid thee arise from your hiding place.”
I took the powders and herbs and blood and cast them into the boiling kettle. The steam rose and immediately the room was filled with a very foul odor, I then dipped a desecrated golden goblet into the kettle, filling it. I set the goblet carefully down on the table and waited expectantly. Within about five minutes the liquid in the goblet had completely turned to powder. Then I took the goblet and threw the powder from it into the flame of the large candle in the center of the pentagram.
Immediately there was a whoosh and a huge flame. The candle disappeared in blinding white light. As the light died down over the next few seconds, I could see the figure of what appeared to be an incredibly handsome young man. He had coal black hair and piercing black eyes that radiated intelligence. I hurried to my knees beside the pentagram. With a rag, I wiped away the chalk to form a clear pathway through the pentagram.
The young man, who was actually the demon Mann-Chan in a physical form, stepped through to the outside of the pentagram on the pathway that I had made. He spoke to me in perfect English in a gentle manner and with what seemed to be great love. He told me that I was to be inhabited by him and he promised that no harm would come to me. He told me that he would give me all wisdom and knowledge, he would be my teacher and guide. He called himself my “redeemer.” I agreed, very much awed by his beautiful countenance. He then walked straight into me. But, in the instant before he entered, he changed from the human form to the demon he really was. HIDEOUS!
He was naked, his face had changed from beauty to hideous cruelty. The beautiful coal black locks of hair had become dull brown and were coarse and sparse and stubby like pig bristles. His eyes were incredibly dark and evil, his mouth open to show long sharp dirty yellow fangs. He had very long arms, his hands had stubby fingers tipped with long sharply pointed nails. He uttered a horrible hideous loud laugh of triumph as he stepped directly into my body. I screamed out. First at the sight of him, then at the pain of his entrance.
Searing, agonizing pain, such as I had never before experienced. I felt as if my body was on fire. I felt as if I was going to die and at that particular moment I wished with all my heart that I could do so. Ri-Chan stepped forward on hearing my cry, thinking that perhaps I was being attacked from without. But Mann-Chan spoke to him and told him that it was he and not to worry. As the pain died down, Mann-Chan told me that that was a small demonstration of what I would get if ever I disobeyed him and also to let me know that he was there to stay, that nothing, and no one could ever make him leave!
From that point on Mann-Chan was the main demon in my life. He communicated with me by putting thoughts directly into my mind. I communicated with him either by speaking aloud or by speaking with my spirit body. I did not fully realize it then, but MannChan could not actually read my mind. He controlled me and kept all my doorways open to Satan and the other demons so that they could come and go as they chose, and also as I willed. My life became centered around him. I gave all of my time and effort trying to gain control of him, but he had more control of me than I did him. Often he knocked me unconscious and completely controlled my body, using it as he pleased, frequently speaking through my mouth. He controlled when I ate and slept, how well I did my work, how well I got along with people — my very life itself.
I learned through him how to use demons, how to use them in spiritual warfare. How to use them to strengthen my own spirit body, how to use them in ceremonies against other people, other witches, churches and even ministers of the gospel of Jesus Christ. He gave me the ability to speak many languages and to walk and talk with great authority and power.
But Mann-Chan was not the light that he promised or the thing of love and beauty as I had first seen him. He was something evil and rotten and was eating away at my soul and body, causing me much suffering and much pain many many times because I would not uphold or participate in human sacrifices. Life was a continuous nightmare from that point on. I was living a double existence. That is, I was a member of the satanic cult and also simultaneously a member of a very large Christian church where I taught and sang and participated in all sorts of activities. I was torn constantly, never free for a moment, completely trapped.
I then began to have many battles with many witches. Battling is done in several ways. The most common is for the stronger witch to call the demons out of the weaker witch into herself, thus making her even stronger and often resulting in the destruction of the weaker because she no longer has the power to defend herself. Demons have no loyalties. They will always go to the stronger person. Satan’s entire kingdom runs on the principle of competition; just the opposite of God’s kingdom where everyone serves each other.
Battling is rarely if ever done on a physical plane, although witches do often use demons to destroy the physical body of a weaker witch. There was one witch in particular who attacked me. Her name is Sarah. I tried to explain to her that if she did not leave me alone I would have to destroy her. She did not believe me and finally we entered into full battle. What I saw was absolutely horrifying. I saw her grow weaker and weaker as I called demon after demon out of her and into myself.
At first her demons fought back and I felt my own body being lifted up, thrown against walls, my throat being strangled without the sight of a physical hand. But what she saw was Mann-Chan and RiChan and many other demons coming against her. They were tearing her body apart. She finally realized that I was truly the chosen one, that I was to be the high priestess and that she had lost the battle.
She withdrew in time to live and I thank God for that. She ended up in the hospital for quite some time as a result of the injuries she sustained in the battle.
My first meeting with Satan came shortly before the ceremony in which I became the high priestess. He came to me in the physical form of a man and we sat down and talked. He told me that I was to be his high priestess, that I was very special to him. He told me also that there had to be a sacrifice; more blood had to be shed for my “purification” so that I could become his high priestess. I hated that, but was relieved to find that at least it was to be an animal sacrifice.
What I saw was a man, exceedingly handsome, very bright and sunny and shining. He seemed to have great love for me and didn’t seem to be in any way a danger to me. Mann-Chan gave no indication of danger and neither did Ri-Chan. I was very much awed by this meeting. I wanted him to come back, I felt a need deep down inside for him. For the first time in my life I felt really loved. How wrong I was. Satan hated my guts. He wanted only to use me for his own benefit and then planned to destroy me.
I attended cult meetings very regularly during my 2 years of training. The meetings were held in barns, churches, houses, lodges, all different places. On the occasions when Satan was personally present, I was drawn more and more to him like a moth is attracted to a flame. He knew very well that he had me trapped.
Just before becoming a high priestess I saw a human sacrifice for the first time. We were in an old barn with at least a thousand people present. A small baby was used. She was selected because her mother gave the child to be sacrificed and thought it to be a great honor. The law never hears of these babies because most of them are illegitimate, they are born at home, the mother never sees anyone for prenatal care and no record of the baby’s birth, or death, is ever made.
The baby was strapped down on a stone alter which was in the shape of an upside-down cross. I will never forget the awful sound of her screams as the high priest drove a sharp knife into her chest and ripped out her living heart. He blood was then drained off and drank first by the high priest and high priestess, then by other members who wished to do so. Many did, not only to receive new and stronger demons, but also because it is believed that such sacrifices provide increased fertility and that the children conceived under such circumstances would be strong and intelligent and powerful in Satanism.
I could not get away. I was trapped within the crowd. I was filled with horror. I was filled with emptiness and coldness and despair. I wondered why Satan wanted such a sacrifice. Wasn’t Christ’s blood enough? We were constantly being told about Christ’s defeat on the cross and that He had been the ultimate sacrifice to Satan. But I was to learn that Satan’s desire for blood and destruction is insatiable.
My last and final battle with the high priestess was conducted with the direct approval of Satan. It took place at a big meeting in the church where I had first met the Sisters of Light. Satan was there and with a single nod gave me permission to take her on. She and I battled back and forth. She was very old and the battle was short, lasting only about 20 minutes. I did not kill her. I could not do that because I hold life very, very dearly. She quit as soon as she saw that she had become too weak to fight any longer. The following year she committed suicide.
Then came the ceremony of my becoming the high priestess. A blood sacrifice was made, then I was taken to the front of the room, or church. There were many, many people present because it was a very high ceremony and Satan himself was present. I was dressed in a robe of white with gold and red trimming. I had a crown put upon my head made of pure gold. I then signed another contract in my own blood declaring myself a high priestess of Satan. No one in the room made a sound as I signed that paper.
Then the high priest, at a nod from Satan, rose to declare that I was now the new high priestess. He proclaimed that I was to be untouched by anyone else in the cult, by any demon, high priest, witch, or high priestess of any other coven, for I was “the chosen one.” The crowd became ecstatic, shouting, chanting and dancing. Satan himself appeared to be overjoyed. Again, he was in a physical form of a very handsome man, a man of great brilliance and great authority. He was dressed all in shining white.
The congregation bowed down before me and praised me as the great queen, as the queen of Satan, “lord god almighty,” that I was and would forever be by his side and be able to convey to them his every wish and command. I felt as if, for the first time in my life, I had been truly accepted. I felt very proud, very much uplifted, and very, very powerful to the point that I thought that no one, including Satan himself, could destroy me.
I was then put upon the altar of stone, my clothes were all taken off and Satan had sex with me to prove that I was his high priestess. (The high priest and many others had sex with me also.) The congregation went wild. Many of them were high on drugs and alcohol and the meeting turned into a sex orgy. Then Satan gave the most hideous laugh of triumph I have ever heard in my entire life. My body became cold and rigid. I remember feeling such guilt, such pain, such hurt. The cold and emptiness that I felt that night I will never forget.
“And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose…There were giants [nephilim] in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them”
-Genesis 6:1,2 & 4
Why Are They Here?
Sub-Figura vel Liber Caeruleus
Why Are They Here?by Donald Michael Kraig
Did Aleister Crowley‘s 1904 occult practices summon today’s abducting aliens?
According to Jerome Clark‘s May 1992 FATE column, “UFO Reporter”, people who came in contact with aliens used to see human-looking entities.
He writes that,
“…prior to the current ‘abduction era’ of ufology (starting in the mid-1960s following the publication of the famous Barney and Betty Hill story) a significant plurality of Close Encounters of the Third Kind (CE-3) reports concerned purely human-like entities.”
Clark goes on to contend that such sightings go back to the early 1900s.
Clark, and other ufological researchers and organizations, try to investigate the facts to the best of their abilities (and, regret- fully, usually limited resources). Investigations by such people answer two questions:
Have aliens visited us? The evidence seems to necessitate a yes answer.
What do they look like? There are many forms, but the most popular form, as Clark wrote,
“…is perfectly expressed on the cover of Whitley Strieber’s 1987 best-seller
Communion, which shows the face of a humanoid with an oversized head, big, slanted eyes and a slit-like mouth… Beings of this type are short in stature, and have thin, frail-looking bodies with long, skinny arms.”
Until the aliens sit down and have a conversation with a researcher, the question of why they are here cannot be answered.
Some of the speculations are reasonable (they may be researchers and explorers themselves) while some, by researchers who may be going too far with their extrapolations of the data, are highly questionable (they are here to conquer us, make deals with the government so they can experiment on humans, etc.).
Other answers to this question come from those associated with some sorts of “New Age” spirituality, who see the aliens as saviors of our world.
To them, the aliens have replaced the coming Jewish Messiah or the returning Christian Christ.
This interpretation, however, may have more to do with inner archetypes than with alien entities. Some people who, for various reasons, no longer accept the religion in which they were raised, may still long for a savior figure.
This can be found in the idea that the aliens are coming to save an elect.
There are several such UFO cults around, and they tend to give ufology a bad name or simply make the real students of UFOs look silly.
It is clear, though, that the ufologists cannot answer why the aliens come to our planet, and the answers from the UFO cultists and pseudo-ufologists are unacceptable.
We are still left pondering the, question, then, “Why are they here?”
E.T. phone home
In Spielberg’s megahit, “E.T., the Extraterrestrial”, the ugly-cute creature from the stars, who was accidentally stranded on Earth, had to cobble together a device to contact his people so they would pick him up.
He called them. Although it seems preposterous, is it not possible that some person, or group of people have called the current crop of aliens? While this is admittedly all conjecture, it may actually be the case.
And the group that has called the aliens is a group of dedicated occultists.
This story goes back to contemporary occultism’s original bad boy, Aleister Crowley.
Crowley (nee Edward Alexander Crowley) was born in 1875. He was an expert mountain climber (he was involved in an attempt on K2, the world’s second-highest mountain), a brilliant chess player, and a poet whose writings ranged from terrible and embarrassing to magnificent and breathtaking.
His voluminous writings on the occult, although considered by many to have snares and traps for the unwary, are frequently found in the libraries of occultists all over the world.
People who are pathologically anti-occult have labeled him a Satanist, although there is no evidence to support this claim.
He was licentious. He was bisexual. He experimented with drugs (as did most of the literati of the late 19th and early 20th centuries). He was addicted to heroin, but the drug had been prescribed by his physician as a remedy for his terrible asthma.
This was one of the early uses of the drug before its addictive properties became well known.
In 1904, while in Egypt with his new wife, he “received” a book which has come to be known as “The Book of the Law“.
It is not exactly clear how this book was received. Some say it was uttered by his wife while he wrote it down. Others say he heard the voice which dictated it, one hour a day for three consecutive days. Still others say that Crowley heard it in his mind. Detractors, pointing to the fact that some of the material seemed very close to Crowley’s personal philosophy, as well as quoting Rabelais, doubt the validity of the whole thing.
Crowley was unsure of it himself and forgot about it for years. Eventually he came to accept it and the idea that the entity who dictated it was not human.
Crowley came to have other alleged non-human contacts, including one which interests us with an entity he calls Lam. He contacted this entity and later painted a picture of it.
This painting (image below), drawn in 1918, was originally displayed and published in 1919.
The similarities between the two illustrations [“Lam” and a modern “space alien” -B:.B:.] are striking:
they have the same head shapes, the same tiny noses and the same, slit-like mouths.
The major differences between them are two: Lam has slit-like eyes and no neck, while the modern-day alien has an elongated neck and large eyes.
I cannot explain the difference in the necks. It may be that Crowley, through his occult abilities, only saw Lam’s head and created an almost neckless body to finish the illustration. It may simply have been due to the angle at which he saw Lam.
As to the difference in the eyes, that will become clear in a moment.
Who Is Lam?
Crowley believed that our world is going through a series of cycles called Aeons.
The current Aeon, supposedly associated with the archetype of the Egyptian god Horus as the “Crowned and Conquering Child,” is believed by his followers to have begun with Crowley’s “reception” of the Book of the Law in 1904. (Followers of Crowley, known as Thelemites, frequently date their communications in Roman numerals with 1904 as year one.)
The next Aeon is associated with the Egyptian goddess Maat [MA-at…? -B:.B:.].
One of the chief believers in this Aeon was a Crowley follower named Charles Stansfeld Jones who used the name Frater Achad.
Some believe that this Aeon has begun while others believe it is yet to be. This latter point is interesting, because in some ways the Aeon of Maat may have some relationship to the so-called Aquarian Age which we are entering (“This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius…” says the song.)
One of the current writers about Crowley’s theories and techniques is the Englishman Kenneth Grant. He has been referred to as every- thing from a genius to a wild ranter.
His books, now mostly out-of-print, demand high prices among occultists.
He writes in “Outside the Circles of Time” (p.4) that,
“…it is surely significant that Crowley, when he published his comment on [H.P. Blavatsky’s] “
The Voice of the Silence“… in 1919, placed – as a frontispiece thereto – his portrait of LAM, the ET …particularly relevant to the Aeon of Maat.”
My contention is that by placing this picture into the psyches of occultists all over the world (since it is mostly they who read his books) he began the process of summoning or evoking “Lam, the extraterrestrial” to physical appearance.
Why did it take so long? The truth is that Crowley was never very popular during his own day. He was vilified by the British press – especially those similar to U.S. supermarket tabloids – as the “Evilest man on Earth.”
It would have taken a long time for this drawing to be disseminated. From 1919 through the 1960s, there had been only one reprint of the book which published the illustration of Lam.
In 1972, in Grant’s The Magical Revival, the illustration was published for the third time. But it was not until 1980 and his Outside the Circles of Time that another step in the evoking of Lam came about. On page 153, Grant gives explicit instructions on how to get in touch with Lam. He says,
“Gaze at the portrait until drowsiness supervenes. The gaze will naturally rest upon the eyes; these will appear to enlarge…”
Thus, the view of the typical modern-day alien matches Lam with enlarged eyes.
In 1987, Grant asked people to contact Lam and report on the contact, as later republished in the British magazine Starfire (1989, Vol. 1 #3). The 1987 date for the original publication of this document was the same year Strieber’s Communion was published.
In Grant’s request for people to contact Lam, he wrote that this was the beginning of a “Lam Cult.” Here he used the term “cult” not with the usual negative meaning but with the idea of it being a small, dedicated group. About this he wrote that,
“The Cult has been founded because very strong intimations have been received …to the effect that the portrait of Lam…is the present focus of an extra-terrestrial-and perhaps trans-plutonic [from beyond our solar system] Energy …
It is our aim to obtain some insight not only into the nature of Lam, but also into the possibilities of using the Egg [part of the method given for contacting Lam] as an astral space-capsule for travelling to Lam’s domain…”
Lam, the New Age and the aliens
Admittedly, all that I have presented is circumstantial evidence. Yet, it is hard not to see the links:
- Lam was first contacted in 1918, shortly after the beginning of humans seeing aliens.
- The second publication of the illustration of Lam took place in the 1960s, the same era marking the beginning of the “abduction era” of ufology.
- There has been an increase in sightings of aliens who look like Lam in the past decade.
- Instructions for summoning Lam appeared 12 years ago.
- The request by Grant for people to contact Lam occurred in the same year that Communion was published.
- According to Grant, Lam is associated with the coming Aeon.
Have aliens been summoned by occultists following in Crowley’s footsteps? I don’t know.
The evidence, while circumstantial, is intriguing. It implies that occultists have summoned ETs to help us move forward into the next Aeon of human development (perhaps that is why they are allegedly examining humans and leaving implants).
Or is it all psychological? Perhaps the image of Lam/aliens represents some archetype hidden deeply within our psyches.
We will not know until the U.S. government finally releases its secret UFO data or until the aliens – whatever and whoever they are – make contact with a wider group of humans. Until then we can only look at the sky in wonder and awe …and wait.
***
The above article appeared in the January, 1994 Fate Magazine – a Llewellyn publication, interestingly enough – a tabloid-style little journal in which we have been surprised to discover a number of articles both by and about such UFOlogical notables as,
- Hal Puthoff (w/ Targ & Swann)
- Bruce Macabee
- John Alexander
- Rose Guilley,
…to name just a few.
Liber vel Dropas OrbisSub-Figura vel Liber Caeruleus
by Brother Lumir G. Janku
1996
In 1938, a team of archeologists, led by Professor Chi Pu Tei of Beijing University, was conducting a very detailed routine survey of a series of interlinked caves of Balan Kara-Ula, a district on the border of China and Tibet (at the time Tibet was independent).
He and his colleagues found skeletons of small beings with delicate frames, but with rather large skulls. At first, it had been thought by one of the assistants that the caves had been the home of a hitherto unknown species of ape. But as Professor Chi Pu Tei pointed out, “Who ever heard of apes burying each other?”
On the walls of the caves were found rock drawings which portrayed beings with round helmets. Engraved in the rock were also sun, moon, earth and stars, connected by groups of pea-sized dots.
It was while studying the skeletons that one of the team stumbled on a large, round stone disk, about two centimeters thick (0.8″), half buried in the dust on the floor of the cave. The team gathered around the discovery, trying to make some sense of the object. It looked, absurdly, like a sort of Stone Age gramophone record. There was a hole in the center and a fine groove, spiralling out from the center to the rim.
Under closer inspection, however, it was obvious that the groove was, in fact, a continuous inscribed double-line of closely packed characters. After a thorough search of the caves, additional 715 plates were found. These plates were records. Only nobody at the time was able to decipher the messages they contained. The discs were labeled and filed away among other finds in the area. Even those who knew of its existence knew nothing of its meaning.
Many experts tried to translate the inscriptions in the two decades during which the disc were stored away in Beijing, but without success. It was not until another professor – Dr. Tsum Um Nui – broke the code and started to decipher the speaking grooves that the extraordinary implications of the disc were realized. Realized, that is, only by only a select few. The outside world remained in ignorance, for the professor’s conclusions on the meaning of the disc were so shattering that they were officially suppressed. The Prehistory Department of the Beijing Academy forbade him to publish his findings.
In cooperation with geologists and after spectrographic analysis, it was found that the plates had a high cobalt and metal content (the metals involved are not, though, referenced in the available sources). That implied an artificial origin of the plates; they were not of diorite as previously thought. The hardness of the material, however, compared to diorite.
Russian scientists asked to see the discs and several were sent to Moscow for examination. They were cleaned free of rock particles which had stuck to them and then put through analysis which corroborated the findings of Chinese scientists. That was not all. When placed on a special turntable, they vibrated or hummed with a high frequency resonance, which led to the conclusion that they had been exposed to very high voltages at some point in time. Or as one scientist suggested, “as if they formed some part of an electrical circuit.”
In 1963, Dr. Tsum Um Nui decided to publish the findings in spite of the position of the Academy. The paper appeared under a long-winded but intriguing title,
“The Grooved Script concerning Space-ships which, as recorded on the Discs, landed on Earth 12,000 years ago”.
It was not taken seriously in the West and, in short time, the whole matter seemed to fade into oblivion. That is, until 1967, when Russian philologist Dr. Viatcheslav Zaitsev published the extracts from the stone-plate story in the Sputnik Magazine. Allegedly, the whole story is preserved in the Beijing Academy, as well as in historical archives of Taipei, R.O.C.
The deciphered records contain story which may be upsetting to some and absurd or bizarre to others. The records told of a space probe by the inhabitants of another planet which came to an abrupt halt in the Bayan-Kara-Ula mountain range. The strange, spiral script told how the peaceful intentions of theirs had been misunderstood and how many of them were hunted down and killed by members of the Kham tribe, who lived in the neighboring caves.
According to Tsum Um Nui, one of the lines of the hieroglyphs read,
“
The Dropascame down from the clouds in their aircraft. Our men, women and children hid in the caves ten times before sunrise. When at last they [Kham] understood the sign language ofthe Dropas, they realized that the newcomers had peaceful intentions…”.
Another section expressed regret by the local Kham tribe that the aliens’ spaceship had crash-landed in such a remote and inaccessible mountain range and that there had been no possibility to building a new one to enable Dropas to return to their own planet.
In the years since the discovery of the skeletons and discs, archeologists and anthropologists had learned more about the isolated Bayan-Kara-Ula area.
And much of the information seemed to corroborate the astonishing story recorded on the discs. Legend still preserved in the area tells of small, yellow faced folks who came from the clouds, long, long ago. These people had huge, bulging heads and spindly bodies and were so ugly and repellent that they were hounded down by local tribesmen. Curiously, the description of the perceived invaders tallied with the skeletons originally discovered in the caves by Professor Chi Pu Tei. Along with the discs, the cave drawings and skeletons had been dated around 10,000 BCE.
At the time of discovery, the cave area was still inhabited by two tribes known as the Khams and the Dropas, themselves extremely odd in appearance. The frail and growth-stunted tribesmen of Dropas averaged only about five feet in height and were neither typically Chinese nor Tibetan.
This is where the trail ends, at the end of 60’s. To my knowledge, with an exception of paraphrasing the story by several authors, no new elements were introduced. The story exists in a form similar to this article, a brief summary, or sometimes as more colorful variant but the data are the same.
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the Goblins of Langley
“What’s the frequency, Kennett?“
Following are some interesting excerpts from the new book “Remote Viewers: The Secret History of America’s Psychic Spies“, 1997 by Jim Schnabel, Dell, ISBN 0-440-22306-7
The names Richard Kennett, Peter Crane, Mike Russo and Don Kurtis which appear below are pseudonyms employed by Mr. Schnabel. Acting on gut instinct and an educated guess, we did some additional research (cf: “CIA-Initiated Remote Viewing Program at Stanford Research Institute” by Dr. Hal Puthoff, SSE’s Journal, Vol. 10, No. 1, p. 72) and were able to confirm to our satisfaction that the primary subject of these excerpts — the mysterious and elusive “Richard Kennett” — is none other than our Aviarian friend Blue Jay, Dr. Christopher “Kit” Green, MD, Ph.D; Chief, Biomedical Sciences Department, General Motors, former head of the CIA’s UFO files at the “Weird Desk.”
To guard against any conceivable interpretive dissonance, our Martian Brethren have advised us to colour the name “Kennett” green to insure that our readers do not forget that Dr. Green is the one being referred to via the pseudonym “Richard Kennett.” We thought it was a pretty cool idea too. And in case there is any doubt, though we may disagree with much of what goes on in the halls of the building where Dr. Green used to show up for work, we nevertheless maintain a high degreeø of respect for him and salute his courage here in breaking free of the narrow-minded and antiquated constraints of Club Science© to present us with these intriguing and vastly insightful interstitially-aware perspectives.
Couple all this with the fact that there remains, in our carefully considered opinion, little difference between the occult exploits of today’s military/intelligence community for the short-sighted purpose of gaining military superiority and the previous workings of the English scholar Dr. John Dee — a mathematician, cartographer, astronomer, astrologer and espionage agent of Queen Elizabeth I, ca. 1582-1589, who conducted a series of ritual communications with a set of discarnate entities which eventually came to be known as the Enochian angels — who intended to advance the expansionist policies of his sovereign Queen, hoping to control the hostile potentates of Europe by commanding the tutelary spirits of it’s various nations. Then as now, it appears quite evident that there is an immense albeit tactically camouflaged war in process where the forces of light struggle,
“not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
Back in 1982 or 1983, Richard Kennett at the CIA had been asked to consult with the Army on its involvement with the Monroe Institute. Kennett had declined any involvement, citing concerns over the “human use” implications. He believed that by promoting altered states, one made the brain more unstable, more prone to spontaneous hallucinations and delusions. He could see no reason at all why the Army should be involved with Monroe, and could see many reasons why it should not.
One of Kennett’s reasons, though unstated in his comments to the Army, was that he had once had his own OBE, using some tips he had picked up from one of Bob Monroe’s books. He had felt himself separating from his prone, sleeping form, like a crab molting from its old shell. Then he was free. He walked across the room — but now there were other beings in the room. There were monsters. Some kind of goblin hobbled up, put its nose right in his face, stared at him. Jesus! Kennett went back over to his bed, and tried to get back inside his body. He wasn’t sure he could do it. The goblin —
Kennett made it back all right, but he would recommend, to anyone who asked, that out-of-body experiences be avoided like the plague. He suspected that the effects on the emotions, and on the nervous system in general, could result in heart attacks, psychological trauma, and even psychotic breaks in people who were already unstable.
[Compare this analysis with the remarks of Kenneth Grant in the chapter entitled “Dream Control by Sex Magick” from his 1973 book Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God:
“It has been remarked by various of Crowley’s critics that the women who did qualify for the role [of “shamanic” seer via highly specific orgastic/tantric physical and aetheric manipulations] almost always ended their term of office in Colney Hatch, or some similar institution. This may be true, but it is not a valid criticism of Crowley’s methods for what is not considered is that a special kind of temperament is required to establish contact with the dream state while still awake. Western women who possess the required traits are rare, and as they have not the hereditary advantage of initiation into occult techniques — as have certain African and Oriental women — the sudden impact of magical energy on their personalities tends to disturb their sanity. Such women therefore easily astralize; it was their lack of proper preparation that resulted in ultimate lunacy.” -B:.B:.]
One day, May 29 to be precise, Puthoff was sufficiently impressed with the coordinate experiments that he placed a call to CIA head-quarters, to the office of Richard Kennett.
Kennett was in his early thirties, with a wife and two young sons, and a house in the Virginia suburbs. He looked somewhat like the tennis player Jimmy Connors, though he and Connors didn’t have much else in common. Within a decade, Kennett would be the assistant National Intelligence Officer [the NIO was the intelligence community’s top analyst in a given subject, chairing interagency panels and writing annual reports on the subject] for chemical and biological warfare issues.
Here in the spring of 1973, Kennett was still only a few years into his CIA career, and served as an analyst in the Agency’s Office of Scientific Intelligence. He had a Ph.D. in neuro-physiology, was soon to complete his M.D., and spent much of his time preparing top-secret evaluations of the health of various foreign heads of state.
Kennett was a man of eclectic interests. The free world’s greatest spy organization often attracted his type. Ordinary science, like ordinary life, all too often left him bored; he seemed more at home confronting the wild extremes of human behavior. Religion and mysticism in particular fascinated him. Appropriately, then, he spent some of his CIA time monitoring the fringes of medicine and psychology, watching trends, attending conferences, visiting laboratories, looking for things that, though unconventional, might be useful to one side or another in the great game of the Cold War. One of the areas he kept an eye on was parapsychology, in particular the goings-on at SRI.
One day in the lab, several members of the Livermore [LLNL] group were monitoring [Uri] Geller during a metal-bending session. They recorded him with audiotape, filmed him with videotape, and photographed him with a variety of still cameras, including one that was sensitive to thermal infrared radiation.
After the experiment they developed all the film and saw something very strange. The infrared camera had caught what seemed to be two diffuse patches of radiation on the upper part of one of the laboratory walls. It was as if someone had briefly shone two large heat sources, either from inside the lab or outside pointing in. The patches grew in intensity for a few frames, then over the next few frames diminished to nothing.
The Livermore Group were understandably puzzled over this, but it was only the beginning of the strangeness that would soon consume them. When they checked the audiotape they had made during the experiment, they found amid everything else a distinctive, metallic- sounding voice, unheard during the actual experiment but now clearly audible, if mostly unintelligible. All they could make out were a few apparently random words strung together.
If Geller could be believed, things like this had happened before. According to one story, on several occasions when his friend Andrija Puharich had put him under hypnosis, audiotapes of the sessions had recorded similar strange voices. Another time, at a meeting with some Mossad officers, someone’s tape recorder had suddenly seemed to start playing by itself, in full view of everyone.
In any case, Peter Crane and some of the others in the Livermore group quickly found themselves involved in more strangeness than they could handle. In the days and weeks that followed, they began to feel that they were collectively possessed by some kind of tormenting, teasing, hallucination-inducing spirit. They all would be in a laboratory together, setting up some experiment, or one of the fellows and his wife and children would be at home, just sitting around, when suddenly there in the middle of the room would be a weird, hovering, almost comically stereotypical image of a flying saucer. It was always about eight inches across, in a gray, fuzzy monochrome, as if it were some kind of hologram. The thematic connection with Geller was obvious, when one remembered that Geller claimed to be controlled by a giant computerized flying saucer named Spectra.
[cf. this somewhat similar event witnessed by Terrence McKenna: On the advice of a local contact, he sat down one day to watch a portion of the sky where, reportedly, a UFO might appear. After awhile, he noticed a strange, thin, horizontal cloud forming near the horizon. The cloud grew in length, then divided in two. The parts separated some distance, then moved back together again. Then the cloud appeared to move slowly toward him. McKenna wanted to rush to the nearby hut and wake his sleeping friends to come and see, but he was afraid to take his eyes off the moving cloud — so he sat staring as it moved closer. Before long, he says, it was directly overhead, now clearly a flying saucer and so close he could see rivets in the metal. There was just one thing wrong.
“I recognized this thing,” he says. “It looked like the end cap of a Hoover vacuum cleaner, exactly the same fake saucer as in George Adamski’s photos. This thing flew right over my head, and it was as phoney as a three dollar bill. I knew it was a fake.” -B:.B:.]
On the other hand, the flying saucer wasn’t the only form the Livermore visions took. There were sometimes animals — fantastic animals from the ecstatic lore of shamans — such as the large raven-like birds that were seen traipsing through the yards of several members of the group. One of them appeared briefly to a physicist named Mike Russo and his terrified wife. The two were lying around one morning when suddenly there was this giant bird staring at them from the foot of their bed.
After a few weeks of this, Russo and some of the others began seriously to wonder if they were losing their sanity. Peter Crane decided to call for help. He picked up the phone and called Richard Kennett.
Kennett had visited Livermore previously, in his capacity as a CIA analyst, to ask Crane and the others about their results with Geller. He had remained close-mouthed about the CIA’s own psi research, but that had been expected. As far as Crane was concerned, Kennett was their best hope for a private, quiet solution to the problem. He had parapsychological experience, biomedical training, and high-level security access-an extremely rare set of qualifications.
On a Saturday morning not long thereafter, at the end of an otherwise unrelated trip to the San Francisco Bay Area, Kennett drove over and met with Crane in a coffee shop in the town of Livermore. Crane set out the situation for him, and soon Kennett was having long meetings with Russo and the others. They perspired, trembled, and even wept openly as they related some of the things that had happened to them. It was as if their world had collapsed around them. Nothing made sense anymore.
Kennett knew that if he took any of these stories to a regular psychiatrist, the diagnosis would be some kind of dissociative, hallucinatory, or otherwise delusional experience. Even when two or three people claimed to have shared a vision, it would almost certainly be dismissed as folie a deux, or folie a trois. Such terms were used to refer to rare group hallucinations, when one hallucinating or delusional individual had such a dominant personality that others came to believe they had seen or experienced the same thing.
Kennett didn’t rule out such explanations, but he seemed fairly convinced that something else less pat and conventional was going on. For one thing, Crane, Russo, and the others had no history of involvement in the occult, and as far as Kennett could tell, their emotional situations immediately prior to these visionary experiences hadn’t been particularly stressful or otherwise hallucinogenic. Moreover, they all had top-secret security clearances, which had required among other things that they be screened for psychological disorders.
Then there was the very strange business of the metallic voice on the audiotape. Among the few intelligible words it pronounced were two or three together which Kennett recognized as the code name of a very closely held government project. The project had nothing to do with psychic research, and neither it nor its code name was known to Crane or Russo or the others at Livermore. It was as if whoever or whatever had produced the code name on the tape had known that Kennett would soon arrive on the scene and had saved this special shiver down the spine just for him.
Kennett, going by the book, reported the code name incident to the security people at the CIA, muting the outlandish details only slightly. The security people filed it away, and wondered if Dr. Kennett might be getting a little too close to his subject matter.
The situation at Livermore eventually resolved itself, after Russo complained about a telephone call from the strange metallic voice. The voice demanded that the Livermore group cease its research activities with Geller. The group did, and within a month, the bizarre apparitions faded away.
One of the last such apparitions sprang itself upon a Livermore physicist named Don Curtis and his wife. They were sitting in their living room one evening, soberly, uneventfully, not talking about Geller or the paranormal, when suddenly there was this… arm …hovering holographically in the middle of the room.
The arm was clothed as if it belonged to a man wearing a plain gray suit. There was no bloody stump where it should have connected with a shoulder. It merely faded into clear space. But at the end of the arm where a hand should have been, there was no hand, only a hook. The hooked arm twisted around for a few seconds in front of Curtis and his wife, and then disappeared.
Curtis related the story to Kennett, and for some reason, it seemed to push the CIA officer over the edge. He telephoned Hal Puthoff and Russell Targ and demanded that they meet with him on their next trip to Washington. He didn’t quite believe that they could have cooked all of this up, using their SRI lasers to make haunted-house holograms. But he suspected that with their own ample experiences of Geller and his associated phenomena, they would be able to shed some light on what was happening.
Within a few days, Puthoff and Targ arrived in Washington for a scheduled fund-raising tour of government offices. Kennett met them shortly after they had arrived at their hotel, and though it was close to midnight, he sat them down and told them the whole story, including the story of the floating arm.
“And so the goddamn arm –” said Kennett, winding up his story. “The thing was rotating, with this gray suit on, and it had a hook on it. It was a false arm. What do you think of that?”
And as Kennett pronounced the word that, there was a sharp, heavy pounding on the door to the hotel room, as if someone were intending to knock it down. Kennett had a mischievous streak. Was he playing some kind of practical joke here? Puthoff and Targ didn’t think so. The pounding was so loud, it was frightening. After a moment, Targ went over to the window and hid behind the curtains. Puthoff stood inside the bathroom. Kennett went over to the door and opened it.
Standing in the doorway was a man who at first glance was remarkable only by his unremarkableness. He was nondescript and unthreatening, somewhere in middle age. He walked past Kennett very slowly, with a stiff gait, to the middle of the room, between the two beds. He turned around, and said in an oddly stilted voice,
“Oh! I guess…I must…be…in…the wrong…room.”
And with that he walked out, slowly, stiffly, giving all of them time to see that one sleeve of his gray suit, pinned to his side, was empty.
Dr. Mario Pazzagliniand The Enochian Space Aliens
Excerpt from:
“Alien Writing: An Interview With Mario Pazzaglini, Ph.D.”
Facilitated by Greg Bishop for The Excluded Middle #6
P.O.B. 1077, Los Angeles, CA 90048 USA
“I talked to Whitley Strieber once and asked him what was going on about all this, and he said “If you really want to know, read my book Cat Magic. That’s where I tell the whole story… it’s about evocational magic. It’s some sort of a war between magicians.”
-Mario Pazzaglini, Ph.D.*
Clinical psychologist Dr. Mario Pazzaglini – whose background is in clinical psychology and neurophysiology with a specialty in treating people who are severely mentally ill – has recently self-published a curious little book entitled Symbolic Messages.
The text discusses “received scripts” – any form of written communication that the human percipient alleges to have originated with a non-human source. Methods of reception range from channeled writings to symbols that were seen on or in so-called extraterrestrial craft, to simple, inexplicable desires to communicate something that seems to come from outside of the receiver’s frame of reference.
One purported alien script was translated, “If you want to make light solid, show it to the moon.”
Q:What other attitudes do people have when this [“alien” contact] crops up in their lives?
A:There’s another group that feel that it’s a very important part of themselves, and they’ve made contact with … Well, in religions, there are the path of knowledge, the path of belief, and the path of experience. This is the path of experience because the other two are not working. Our religious constructs are cracking, and as people try to find the historicalJesusand the temple of Solomon, and so forth, when you concretize religion like that, for a lot of people it destroys the belief. Also, asChristianitygets watered down and fundamentalized, people begin to lose that awe that kept them entranced and in contact. So what they do is slip into other experiences. They personally experience something that feels bigger than them, and like it knows more than them, and that’s very important. So they really hang on to it.
Q:Do you see any connection between theUFO-human interaction, your research, and occult practices (West and East)?
A:For the western, the answer is definitely yes.Elizabeth the Firsthad a court astrologer calledJohn Dee. He, along withEdward Kellywas in contact with some sort of spirit being — I have a copy of the manuscript, actually — and this being did a number of things: it dictated an alphabet to them…
Q:Enochian?
A:Enochian… and then it dictated some chants, and then an entire system in this language. That system flourished while Elizabeth the First was ruler, and in fact, a lot of English history was probably influenced by this since Dee was using this channel to not only get information, but to control events.
Q:How do you mean?
A:Well, for instance she could say “John, the Spanish Armada blah, blah, blah …and what do you think? Can you help? Can we arrange the forces in such a way that we have an advantage?” and he would do that — it was his job. So he’d tell her what days to do it, but not using only astrology, but these “tablets” that the “angel” dictated as well. So this goes into theAshmolean museum in Englandand is used by a series of occult societies, until it really surfaces again in about 1870 with MacGregor Mathers and Wynn Wescott, and they developthe Golden Dawnusing this system. Aleister Crowley then takes this system and uses it for a series of things he calls “workings” beginning in 1911. Along the way, he contacts Aiwass and another entity called Lam … he looks just like one of the alien “greys” with an eye disorder. Smaller eyes. Crowley continues these “workings” until the last one in 1946, which was done by Jack Parsons. It’s funny, because the OTO [Aleister Crowley’sOrdo Templi Orientisorganization] and other groups keep popping up all over the place. The private lives of these people would make Dynasty look like Mickey Mouse! Parsons is working at theJet Propulsion Laboratory, and the government has hired an arch magician to do ultra-sensitive work.
Q:And you can be sure they checked up on his background and didn’t find it objectionable enough to bother with.
A:And they knew he was Crowley’s “chosen kid.” It is weird all the people who knew each other, and sometimes I think “Gee, I’ll just throw away all my history books!”
Q:“Everything You Know Is Wrong.” There’s a thrill in the discovery of these things.
A:And there’s a thread of that running through the Hollywood community. Because [filmmaker] Kenneth Anger knowsJacques Vallee. They’ve known each other for a long time.
Q:What’s that connection all about?
A:I don’t really know. Vallee mentions in his latest book that he knows the man. People I know who have asked him about Anger say that he says nothing and won’t talk about it. A magical magazine called Green Egg dedicated a recent issue to Vallee. I talked toWhitley Strieberonce and asked him what was going on about all this, and he said “If you really want to know, read my bookCat Magic. That’s where I tell the whole story.”*
Q:So what did you find?
A:WellCat Magicis about evocational magic. It’s some sort of a war between magicians. So that information seems to point to the theory of UFOs that some gate has been opened and this is basically a “leak.” It’s sort of the space-time ripping theory. In other words, there’s this hole in space-time and these things are getting through.
Q:Valleeactually hints at this over and over in his books — he just couches it in scientific language.
A:He’s being very careful, but he’s saying the same thing. Actually, a lot of people are saying it. John Keel does this. The phenomena is bad because it doesn’t just violate one or two physical laws, it violates the whole deal. So you know it’s just bad. Something’s really off. It’s either very bogus — a lot of neural noise, or it’s just so far beyond our understanding that we have no concepts to wrap around it to get a handle on it. If that were true, then the space-time holes idea might just be what it would look like.
In fact, that’s just what my great-grandmother told me.
“These things are not from here. They come through here, and you have to be careful. You can use them, but just be careful.”
The things we were taught about were called foletti. The root of that word is the Latin word folis, which means “whirlwind.” They speak of little creatures about two to three feet high that inhabit this “other world.” And they do things: they abduct people, they play tricks, they’re very sexual — they like to fiddle with people sexually, and this begins to sound like Jacques Vallee.
Q: And Keel, and Mack, and more recently Gregory Little, author of Grand Illusions.
[…]
A: If you look at John Dee and that kind of stuff, this information, put in the right place at the right time, has a great influence on the flow of human history. I think gradually everyone’s waking up, and it has an effect at that level.
* = In the interests of both Fairness and Responsible Journalism, we thought it only fair to post this rebuttal by the Whitster:
Return-Path: whitley@strieber.com
From: Whitley Strieber whitley@strieber.com
Date: Thu May 08 21:38:21 1997
To: density4@cts.com
Subject: Re: ::: Dr. Pazzaglini and the Enochian Space Aliens :::
“I talked to Whitley Strieber once and asked him what was going on about all this, and he said “If you really want to know, read my book Cat Magic. That’s where I tell the whole story… it’s about evocational magic. It’s some sort of a war between magicians.”
-Mario Pazzaglini, Ph.D.
If it is of any interest, I did not say this.
Whitley Strieber
