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Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Donations for November - and a man I met...

 



Hi my dear friends! 

I would like to raise $800 or better this month.   

So much impending change for this planet beginning to flow.  

These energies are impacting my legs healing.  Healing continues but it is slower than it should be. The frustrating thing it’s on the back of my legs where it’s hard to see and bandage.  I am watching my blood sugar closely and it's in normal range.  

Sometimes I feel a little nauseous with this CME from the Sun coming. I am looking at it positively that its energies of renewal that my body needs. 

I love you all!

Terran


PS: I met an older retired Navy man, and retired Nashville police officer last night while driving.  I don't really like picking up passengers at grocery stores or Walmart.   There's always odd items people either want to put on my leather seats or in the trunk.   I got a call to pick up a passenger at an H-E-B grocery store off of Menchaca in south Austin.  The man seemed older than me, he tried opening my trunk but couldn't figure out the button and then just got frustrated and threw his case of water bottles on my back seat and I thought "Oh Boy its angry old man night!"  And I wasn't in too good a mood myself as my legs were feeling the pressure of driving so long. I braced myself for whatever came next.   I mostly stayed silent.

I got up the nerve to ask the man how he was doing as we went north on Menchaca to Lamar Ave.  He told me was ex Navy, worked as a security guard and moved to Texas from Nashville.   He told me how he was introduced online to this 30 something man who was "hydrocephalus" (a congenital condition of water on the brain).  He told me how this guy lived in a group home and people made fun of him because of the neurological effects that "water on the brain" has.   He told me how me rescued the man from the group home and his abusive mother.  As he described the young man's mother I was reminded of another mother I met in Texas who never quite forgave her son for being Asperger's spectrum instead of the little girl she wanted.  

This boy was not the beautiful baby his mother had imagined for herself.  His father was a very kind local minister who died young.  He told me what he saw in this young man, a very pure soul, and the kindest most grateful heart he had ever encountered.   And he knew he needed to make sure this individual was taken care of in a world hostile to what it sees as imperfection   

He told me he did security guard work for various hotels, he had a long history in law enforcement and he was often required to stay for days on premise in the hotel away from his apartment.  Hotels thought so much of him they gave him a separate room for his disabled friend, who quite likes hotels, and he gets to watch all the TV he wants while he's working.  And he doesn't feel alone. 

I was impressed by the kindness the Austin hospitality industry was showing this person and his disabled friend.  I was floored by a level of compassion that this old navy sailor had that for this partially disabled man.   I am not sure I have this kind of compassion.  What this man did quietly for this person who had no friends, nobody he could trust, only social hyenas surrounding him, was jaw dropping commitment.  I was giving a glance into this realm of people filled with light and love where you might not expect to see it in action. 

I was deeply moved by what I saw and heard.  I felt bad about my initial reaction to "the angry old man" who is jnot so different than me, struggling with aches and pains of common to all humans in their later third of life.  Nothing is what it seems.  Not even angry achey old men. 




MED BEDS

Screen capture from JP's video


Dr Michael Salla's SSP soldier contact JP gives his experience with Med Beds including a variant that is a remote presence device similar to what was portrayed in the movie Avatar.   I love JPs beautiful energy and his very straight forward way of presenting material.  There's some things he can't talk about and I have no problem with that.  I much prefer this approach over that muddled UFO disclosure hearing before Congress where nothing new is learned. 

 



There is some Med Bed information in this one too, but it's mostly about preparing for imminent energy shifts.  This one was sent to me by Bev.  Unfortunately this one does not allow embedding in the blog.







Sunday, November 9, 2025

Is 3-I-Atlas a Fleet rather than a single vessel? Contact with "the Admiral"

 

3-1-Atlas showing a tail in the wrong direction for a comet





11/09/2025

From Denice:

The Admiral

I woke at 7 am. Decided to go back to bed. Stated an intention to get a message from 3i/Atlas. Stated a few times, "heart centered, Source centered".

Had an amazing and colorful dream. Part of the setting was my Grandma's kitchen. My oldest son was playing around and hiding from me behind a door. He stepped out and he was wearing a full 1940s style sweater, hat, suspenders, knee length pants, argyle socks, boots. Very steam punkish.

There was a noise on the front lawn. Our lawn, but not my house...  an old screen door to a small wooden cottage. About 18 people with bags and gear on my lawn. A man stepped forward in a camel colored lands' end sweater with a zipper.  He was about 5'6". Trim. Very soft spoken. Seemed disappointed, almost sad.

I asked how I could help him, and he responded, "I am the Admiral.".

He had pale skin, brown eyes and thick black hair that was very wavy, and cut just under his chin. At that point, I was worried about all of these strangers and not yet aware of who exactly they were.

The others started coming forward and trying to walk into my house, and then there was a huge ruckus and I had 12 foster children in my house that I had forgotten about. I smelled the most delicious soup, so I walked back to a very small kitchen that had two gas stoves. I realized i was not in a dream, because I knew I cannot smell or taste in my dreams.

I ran back out front to talk to the Admiral, but I could not find him. Woke up.


Addendum: 

Denice: 3-1-Atlas  is not one ship. It is a fleet. 🤩

Martha: Did you learn more about them? I’m ready to greet them (and others, lol). It seems like it’s time!!!

Denice: The admiral suggested that dreams cannot be hacked. Trust my heart comms. I am going to work on that.

Denice: Apparently I wasn’t ready for the dream contact because there were so many distractions that I did not recognize it until I woke up. He looks like a very kind person.

Martha: Oooo, that’s very useful info to know dreams can’t be hacked.

Martha: What is the Admiral’s name? Or does everyone use his title as his name?

Denice: I did not get his name. There was also a scrubby black wolf sized dog roaming the perimeter of my yard in the dream. I thought it might belong to my new neighbors who have not moved in yet.

Martha: The thought of the neighbors might have been distraction?

Denice: Could be. I am going down early with the intention of more contact

Martha: Do you need to dream to contact them? So this is different than our galactic friends, if so.

Denice: No. I am just trying a different method. I wanted to see what would happen. Sadly I didn’t know what happened until I woke up.

Meanwhile Clif High posted this on X: 



Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Coming to terms with family history




One of the things in the last three years that I have had to wrestle with was certain things that became a part of me as a result of the parents I had, my father in particular.   My emotions have been all over the place on that enigmatic man.  My father didn't really have conversations, he had debates.  Something he grew fond of in high school debate tournaments.  During his time in the Army he was a drill sergeant for a short while until he got accepted into cadet school to become a pilot.  He was definitely an alpha male, he expected his opinions and views to be my views.  Dad was a Goldwater Republican and even repaired Barry's Lincoln Continentals and had literature from the John Birch Society.  He was a fan of sci-fi novels and Ayn Rand. 

Dad's need to control his family led me in my pre-teen years actually running away while I was working for him during the summer.  I grew up during the Vietnam war years.   Dad sent me to his favorite barber in Old Town Scottsdale and when I came back he decided my hair wasn't short enough, he was expecting a military haircut.  He grabbed me and barked at me "I AM TAKING YOU TO THE BARBER SHOP IN PERSON" and I turned to him and said "I WILL NOT BE SPOKEN TO LIKE A DOG!"  And then I ran.  I knew all the back streets of what was then partially rural Scottsdale.  I used to walk to the public pool with my brother and friends during the summer months so we knew every ditch and hiding place that boys are prone to explore.  I had also been trained in deer stalking by the church backpacking club for boys.   

I remember my dad driving grids in his old 51 GMC truck, and I just laid flat in a two foot high alfalfa field where he could not see me.  I didn't really know where to go.  I just knew I would not tolerate being spoken to in that tone of voice.   Something deep inside me said I didn't deserve that.  

Then I did the only thing I could think of and I walked 5 miles to the pastor's house in Scottsdale.  If nothing else he might have some ideas, and I knew my dad respected this man. He was a lanky tall man from Mississippi.  A very kind man.  My arrival was unexpected and he had a long talk with me and I told him I ran away.  He asked me why, I told him about the hair cut thing.  I didn't want hippie hair, but I was living at a time when hair cuts were quite long on men and I didn't want to be the only one in school with a military haircut.  I wasn't a bad kid, I just wanted to be heard as a human being. 

The minister asked me to join his wife in the kitchen where she made a sandwich and told me he was going to give my dad a private call from his office.   I don't know what he said to my dad but dad quietly picked me up and the entire incident was never spoken of again.  I was allowed a certain degree of freedom with my hair length but in all honesty my hair longer right now than it was then.   I have always thought it was a pivotal moment where I became my own man and dad knew it.  My dad never harassed my younger brothers the way he did me.  And I am happy about that.

There was a similar moment when I was 4 or 5, dad said something really mean, and I gave him a look that sent chills in him.  I was no threat at all , but I remember him looking at me and saying "Don't look at me that way!".   I have no idea what look I gave him but it shook him up.   Stared down by a 5 year old. 

So in these energies a lot of moments like these have been surfacing.  Sometimes with a bit of anger or thoughts of "why the hell was I born in the family I was born in?"   Not really the most conducive environment for speaking one's mind.  

Last week I was on the X platform, and I ran across a conversation between two men who had been monitored by the CIA or some similar agency under the guise of "Gifted Children Program".   It might have been MK ultra related, or MILABS, I don't know.  It wasn't said explicitly.   I also know one person overseas that has been a "targeted individual" and a woman whom her father tried to give her to the illuminati.  She ran away and saved herself and her sister.  All these incidents seem to involve complicit parents. 

Then I thought about myself and how protected I must have been growing up.   Suddenly I had this immense gratitude for that enigma of a man who was my father.  A man of pure iron will, former fighter pilot and drill sargent, knew all about the illuminati because he was in military intelligence in war time Europe.  

I realized that I have so much to be thankful for because I didn't have to experience some of the things things other people did who were more awake than the people around them, because my dad was not about to let anyone get near his kids and he didn't trust intellectuals or psychologists.

I also got this deep intuitive insight, that I probably chose my father because of his characteristics before I incarnated. It wasn't punishment.  It was protection.  There's nobody to blame.  I chose it. 

Sunday, November 2, 2025

Civilizations within the Earth's Crust and Magma Flows






Terran: Dear Stan X, I was once told there are 30+ varieties of beings living within the Earth’s crust. I was also told the Earth’s crust is something like Swiss Cheese in that it has large voids and there is no central hollow realm as often pictured.

Terran: My question is this. How do these beings living underground avoid zones of hot lava/magma? Do they have them mapped?

Terran: What creates hot magma? Techtonic plate movement? Do such movements disrupt the ancient train systems underground? 

Terran: Why do volcanoes become more active during times of high energy flows to Earth?

STAN X: TERRAN. THOSE “LIVING”IN THE EARTH CRUST HAVE TECHNOLOGY TO ADD PROTECTION FROM MAGMA. MAGMA IS CREATED IN SOME INSTANCES AS AN ENERGY SOURCE. IN OTHERS IT IS A NATURAL RESULT OF “SHEDDING” OF MATERIALS WITHIN THE EARTH ITSELF. SELF SUSTAINING SYSTEMS TO ENSURE EXPANSION. THERE IS NO KNOWN IMPACT TO THE TRANSPORT SYSTEMS THEREIN. DATA COLLECTORS. STAN. X. END. 

Terran: How and why is magma created as an energy source?

Terran: Does natural magma mean the earth is in a constant state of expansion as some posit in the “expando” model of techtonic plates? Are the volcanoes in Hawaii natural magma?

Stan X: TERRAN. ALL IS EXPANDING. HAWAII HAS NATURAL MAGMA. DATA COLLECTORS. STAN. X. END.

Terran: Does the moons gravity affect magma flow?

Stan X: TERRAN. NOT AT THIS MOMENT. DATA COLLECTORS STAN. X. END.

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

A blast from the past that I forgot about...


 


Original post here: https://terrancognito.blogspot.com/2017/10/something-huge-is-about-to-happen-in.html?spref=tw