Hello Worlds
June 2, 2025
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The ancient Unix greeting, “Hello World …” now cleverly extended in meaning and scope via Ted’s slightly expanded WordPress site with the addition of a single character (‘s’), remains as a web-crawler survivor, now thriving better than ever in the Internet’s virtual holographic coverage—the new lingua franca—not unlike myself, the namesake Ted Denmark as an updated octogenarian, presaging a few more new selections from my cultivated verbal garden of annuals and perennials, especially with this update to my original Home Page that I hope you can stay with for a steady (half hour or so?) read-through—that may seem to have a certain Faulknerian density, so watch out for distractions. After about 5 years or so, a lot has happened in our big world as well as with my modest hand hold on situations and circumstances played out in these posts and pages. Thereupon and once again, I do wish to have some words as well as some worlds—there are so many more of them now that we know about (think exo-planets)—with, for and about you … and all of us shuttling along on our own lovely and lively spherical island rotating through its curved path in space-time (!).
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I’m a bit ‘late for the date’ as an older, early-adopter, desktop power-user, but I’m pleased to be highlighting a retirement writing career with a main theme of book-length works, including (at last count) five paperbacks and about an esoteric dozen (14) of completed Kindle and PDF ebooks from two publisher/ distributors, BookBaby and Amazon KDP, with a browse-worthy backdrop of smaller more diverse early writing projects in various stages of interest and completion on the overhead three-tier umbrella menu. There is only a small gallery of pictures, a few remaining early favorites out of lots of snaps, which storage limitations for the newer Sony Alpha 24 MB picture files that really need 4k screens for appreciation, thus preventing easy online sharing. I had also expected to do some quality video production but similar space restraints prevailed (and there are massive numbers of hypnotic video reels everywhere now, anyway, leading the pied-piper scrolling stroll).
But hey, it’s still the new digital ‘Golden Age of Publication,’ featuring words in books supplemented with pictures—like mine—now flowing into uploads from all the many over-worked typers and roving snappers who ever dreamed of booking their favorite scribblings and shots, usually in the enthusiastic rush that first comes to mind … before looking again the next morning (oh, my word!), rewriting and rearranging (how embarrassing), and then looking out the window, thinning the apples, going on vacation, coming back and sitting down to rewrite and arrange the “final” version after the more-careful and artful writer’s meditation finally reaches liftoff. Well, you get the idea; it’s an alchemical process that must be tended until the confection goes to gold, from salvage to savor, which I hope I can determine “passes the mustard” in lieu of Sulphur … to be engaging, informative—or at least amusing—likely before anyone else is apt to discover the re-upped contents of recursive brain circuits like mine, prepped by multiple decades of schooling and still more seasons on the day-shift, cultivating and grooming certain favored garden varietals. As Bob Dylan once said in lyric, “Those old dreams are only in your head …” until, of course, you put them in some sort of manageable form.
Digital multi-media with motion visuals and accompanying sound, such as movies and games, have become the real gold standard as the most compelling contemporary visual art forms and communications strategies, but many people my age (81) have already seen too much old-school TV and feel exhausted by the sheer volume of new streaming media—though it is often very good (!). In the meantime some of us with a few fond memories and enough remaining brain cells susceptible to verbal enchantment—and especially computer writing tools—have opted for word-smithing (“without a script there is no movie”) with a few favorite lingering stories … or until, as in my case, a major new breakthrough emerged from my ongoing private life to impact my main full-spectrum identity.
This involves what to me is the most compelling cultural breakthrough of our time, beginning with the discovery of exo-planets, other worlds in the cosmos, rather like our own that could also support life—maybe even intelligent life (cue to laugh on the one hand for those who doubt or those who know on the other). Some of my earlier life experiences first needed to be recalled and cast into suitably arranged accounts on my big beautiful screen before they really were going to be forgotten by me, as Wendelle Stevens (pioneering dean of UFO/ET studies), as one of my mentors in his 80s, once warned me about. I, having finally summoned sufficient thematic and typographic strategies as needed, at least for an older design and software engineer like myself … also happen to be a serious student of esoteric studies like UAP/UFO/ET Disclosure, astrology, Jungian psychology—and to say it early up front—while being a real Pleiadean space alien hybrid contactee myself, finally writing about these truly extraordinary experiences that will push the limits of credibility all at once for most ordinary civilians as they did for me a bit more casually over the course of decades. But the jam of these revelations ‘too far out not to count’ have now mostly resolved into what has become several familiar keys as outcomes following intuitions in the more formative stages, having now emerged for more convergent, unified and hopefully coherent presentation.
Anyway, what has emerged first as transcripts and now as multiple visionary book-length accounts of conferences with various EXVs (Exotic Visitors or ETs), much of which is more than “far out,” to use the term of art from the days of my early adult rovings in the San Francisco Bay Area. For those who know the territory, the specific location was the North Berkeley Hayward Fault zone, and still more so, the Gourmet Ghetto where the first Peets Coffee store near Shattuck and Vine was launched in 1962, the year I arrived as an “on the road” refugee from Chicago. This foray into ‘woke culture’ via very darkly concentrated cups of caffeine was launched by one Mr. Peets from Holland, who later cashed out as a cool fractionated millionaire for having the blessed insight that Americans, unlike himself and most Europeans, didn’t get it about how to roast or brew the reluctant green coffee bean. I was never really very interested in making money like the hip high-tech entreprenerds (there’s a distilled coinage for you) beyond that of a salaried university employee, but ah (!), ‘Berkeley in the 60s,’ a real hip student or street-person’s charm ghetto dream for the taking, in every trendy book shop, campus grove, red decorative plum-tree lined street, concert in the park and “better living through chemistry” smile coming down The Ave on a cool Sunday afternoon!
We thought 1967’s Summer of Love would last forever (and get better!), but it couldn’t even get past the horrors of 1968—now more than a half century ago; but what a long, strange and … actually rather amazing over-the-top roller-coaster trip it has mostly turned out to be for me, however much the ‘spooks of spycology’ in their secret dark conspiracies, starting with the Vietnam War, would succeed in mugging our former gov’ment, along with the true “deep state” cabal of unacknowledged black ops, er … “defense” contractors (vide Eisenhower’s farewell address), who have only more thoroughly blindsided us and depleted our faltering democratic institutions and spiritual aspirations. I was never very “political” as only a lukewarm activist watching from the sidelines (who favored strategies other than attacking friendly nearby vulnerable institutions like the universities), but none of us could have imagined how deep the roots of evil would sink, finally culminating in the post-Cold War 911 “terrorist attack” war crimes to launch the new Century 21. Ours is and has been the indispensable “country of Exceptionals,” America, land of the free, home of the brave … the best and brightest … as well as the paranoid, greedy and predatory … who all stepped up to the plate in their turn at bat to strike out or hold forth in the clutch with a four-bagger over the center field score board, drawing cheers from the bleachers and handshakes all around—whether understood or deserving of accolades accepted in false modesty … or not. My prescient reading of Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire as a freshman in college was my best preparation—and now we have the literal return of Julius Caesar and Nero in his beguiling disguise first as “the Donald” and now the mad presidential king Trumpty Dumpty. But I digress for the sake of capture of a continuous context … still somewhat nostalgic for someone like me still missing the seemingly normal Nineties.
After various twists and turns with early retirement from UC Berkeley, where I had worked in the associated labs as a design engineer and advanced degree recipient on the humanities side of the curriculum ledger, I eventually opted for a house in the country within a few hours’ drive from the upstart clatter of Berkeley activism and Bay Area cultural diversity. This was and has been a lovely rustic eagle’s nest sort-of place (with real golden eagles!) for a hard-working former farm boy become orchard tree farmer and eventual writer, editor and self-publisher to finally settle into, spending many mornings working out with my awesome twin Dell Precision 4800 laptops, looking out the big north window to view the Stanislaus River Canyon towards the tall Cedars and Sequoias of Big Trees State Park and on the other side, the high ridges of the Yosemite highlands filling in the panorama to the distant southeast. I used to have an elaborate telescope setup for late dark nights of starlit skies with Moon and planet rises coming up over the distant eastern ridges, though now I mostly just admire the remarkable vistas of clear night skies, daytime cloudscapes and occasional rainbows that get framed into the canyon. It’s the third-stream California Motherlode paradise of ’49er gold Rush fame with some valley, rather than coastal, fog with hot summers and cold winters—but not much snow anymore at 4,000 feet.
We survived winter blizzards in the early days and later a five-year drought of continually warming summers (finally broken by four years of normal winter rain and snow!), a relentless series of wild fires, and the cadres of cannabis growers waiting to see what sort of hoops the county sups were going to make them jump through to finally get legit in the rushed time slip of legal psychedelic “brain leaf” … and the ongoing California identity crisis (America or California first? … among others), which have all ‘gone for a roll while taking their toll.’ It was a gambler’s game to stay put after a 100 million dead and dying trees were left to stand or fall with expectations of seeing them burn, and it remained an edgy but acceptable choice, like hanging out anywhere with a satellite web link in the increasingly dangerous “Internet slum,” as John Walker, my boss at Autodesk, used to say. But the fresh air and sunshine, the privacy and incomparable now newly-revived free-flowing spring water remain as perks in a California niche where wider state population has doubled since the 70s into still more expensive urban and expansive suburban sprawl in coastal and valley locales respectively. The consolation of the still mostly unspoiled high Sierra hill country just north of Yosemite remains the seat of contentment for us Highway 4 locals, as it was for John Muir, the patron saint of our legendary “big tree” mixed forest eco-system, taking our risks on a collision course of granite block ridges on the shaky Pacific Rim, still slowly stacking up in front of the Great Basin. The lure of Mediterranean sun baked low-hanging fruit a few steps off my back deck, like plums, pears, persimmons and papples (don’t ask—it was a joke made up on the spot when I was once introduced to someone named Papple), ain’t too bad, either.
It’s all more than a bit beyond words bracketed from times past, of course, but words and imagery remain the most immediate way to synchronize our conscious awareness with memory hooks, and those of us who inherit the wordsmith chore have to try to put our own insightful coinages and symbolic spins on the skein of space and time here in the nether worlds if we can preserve sufficient peace (I almost always make the typo “peach” here, for which I also used to have the same delightful sugar tree) with sufficient mindfulness to reflect on navigating our own little house-boat drifting out somewhere in the great Cosmic Unknown—and, as we now know after the James Webb Space Telescope, what a big, huge, and very, very large expanse of Multiversal Forever it is!
Yet the good news is that I do seem to have found my place in the Sun, having also been, among other things, a semi-professional astrologer now with the distillation of these experiences in what I believe is an important new astrology book entitled Revisioning Astrology: A New Look at an Old Squeaky Wheel (Amazon KDP, 2025, ebook and paperback). This is an intermediate astrology text that buffet astrologers might not like so much since it will make things more complicated, but it presents a fascinating new take on spiritual or esoteric astrology and its analogue, meta-psychology, with a new conceptual solution for the rectification enigma in natal astrology (Soul-Entry-Time)—the most exciting innovative approach to a real revisioning of astrology that I am currently aware of—the main tip having come from my most dear exotic friend, Hilarion, an astrologer’s master astrologer. May I suggest to astrology deniers (who are legion for some good enough reasons) that this intricate study, now often only an echo of the wisdom of many ancient civilizations, is on track as a future science to become the basic formalization of a real human psychology? Of course, you may disagree … and if you do, you will probably never take time to investigate any of this anyway, but it’s another branch of the tree of knowledge that is just as remarkably savvy as it was in the time of the classical Greeks or Egyptians, which I, as a technologist, was originally surprised to find and verify on a purely empirical basis (though, admittedly you probably need to have some Pisces sympathy and Virgo analytical ability to fathom the subtlety and complexity of it all, but that is only my variant perspective from among the six axes of ideas and opinions).
But the main extended theme of fulfillment that has come to me as a big surprise after many decades of following a very elaborate trail of breadcrumbs, has been my somewhat successful philosophical attempt to decode the nature of “life more abundant” from “across the Universe” … with a lot of help from my exotic visitor friends. It is what the expression “mind blowing” was made to describe and prepare me for, beyond what was amazing enough to the avant-gardists of my earlier days, who were once transported by the siren song of Acapulco Gold for $15 a lid. So, in pleading as a former mid-western migrant to Northern California, a new “native son,” now of half-century standing … with major assistance from the Golden State’s years of sustained progressive culture, wailin’ cool music concerts, high-tech upstarts and lively, curious hip or square folk generally, I remain for the time being to see what manner of unexpected crisis or apotheosis will come along as the Golden State’s next ‘ground zero.’ With the summery season of year soon to appear and my solar-heated hot tub converted to its ‘cool pool’ alter-identity, I am waiting to be firmly assaulted by wafting fragrances of the infamous ‘Merrymint herb’ from adjoining properties on both sides of my splendid Golden Eagle Manzanita Oaks estate, adding a third choice answer to the test question, “Is it French Roast … or merely another skunk trying to move into the neighborhood?” (Yikes!)
Even though I was a participant observer on the prowl with the high spark of low-heel boys back in the day, there has not been enough informed poetic product delivered by me as there should have been for all the times the words flowed around, over and through me to have told some of the tales of those California Dreamin’ times, like so many others imbibing the flashy improbable scenes … but in those earlier halcyon days of my youth I didn’t think taking time to write down much of the happening ‘high-jinks’ was much more than vanity, and that reading and writing might soon be nearly obsolete anyway … besides I was a design engineer busy fabricating space satellite spectrometers and a serious university intellectual completing the final tour for academic certification (!). So, if I ever get my long God Dog “doggerel” poem done, it will be a miracle … and you will see it here first (don’t hold your breath, even if you are used to blowing smoke without inhaling).
Ok, enough of these introductory over-stimulating flights of fancy looking in the adjustable rear-view mirror after this whimsical invocation for an ongoing magical portal in cyberspace … and now for a rapid fast forward into the UAP/FO/ET narrative as forecast, acknowledging having already made reports from the field as a “minor contactee” … and having been told of my status as a first generation Pleiadian/ Earthuman hybrid in the first series of our “Telepresence Conferences,” as chronicled in The Star Table Trance Missions, in what my dear wife Julie Loar and I have published as volume 1 of our *J&T Five Star Series* of ebooks and later second-edition paperbacks. A lot had already happened to us as independent agents in this arena before we met (!), but as noted in the first two books (second book: Star Family Excursions), the process went into warp drive after we got together to pool the efforts leading from our experiences, ideas and interests. The books in the series, begun using Julie’s collaborative trance skills connecting us with our EXVs, are now available at most online ebook outlets and linked at this same website with second edition paperback versions of five currently available on Amazon. As noted, the second book in the series, Star Family Excursions, takes our ‘contactee narrative’ to the next level of events and revelations, still largely in Q&A format with commentary and sidebar stories. Volume 3, Star World Ascension, follows next and then Volume 4, Star Time Convergence, and finally V. 5, Star Light Reflections. The second series (*Exotic Visitors from the Quantum Realm*) has two entries, V. 4, Masters of Space & Time and V. 2, Future Self Agenda (with V. 1, Spiritual Philosophy of Science, finally nearing completion (2025).
It will also be interesting to see how many ordinary civilians might be ready for my “Contactee Memoir” entitled Winged Messengers (award-winning ebook now also available online at the usual places). These books attempt to introduce the extraordinary discoveries we have made and now written about, of our unusual circumstances and experiences, blossoming in our eighth decade, which, twenty years ago I really had no idea would emerge and converge as they have … and about which I feared I would never really understand why it had happened to us … Miraculously, the meaning of my puzzling contactee experience that had already punctuated my childhood, has been transformed into a cornucopia of phenomena, both external as “close encounters” and inwardly, just a thin etheric threshold layer away, “closer than hands and feet,” by hypnotic contact with a cast of more than one hundred ET and Celestial entities appearing to offer their take on what we were experiencing and why, as well as circumstances in the world at large. The most recent series of “trance scripts” I have been working on with Julie as the masterful hypnotic subject she is, appeared here serially for the first time, so as not to make publication of them lag so far behind the real-time events, and which are, as noted, also being published in two series of five volumes each.
So, our unfolding contactee caper finally culminated in what we are calling “Close Encounters of the 6th Kind,” an extended collaboration with exo-family, these monitoring and supportive exo-guides and friendly intermediaries with additional “ETs and Celestial Guides” as needed—who are often interested adjuncts to our exo-psychology program of hybrid cultural implants. This has already been described at some length in our Telepresence Conferences, now nearing one hundred and thirty in number, easily my most exceptional accomplishment in life after trying everything else first and finally discovering, like Pogo, after meeting them … they are us. Much yet remains to be re-constructed in the mind’s eye, after having been de-constructed, as you will soon see if you begin to look into our curious state of affairs, but it will take more than a quantum leap off a chaise longue to really understand the implications, even if you are more than a little curious about any of this in our post Star Trek world. It’s uncertain how our experiences will be found upon examination by readers of various stripes and states of attunement, bewilderment (or disbelief), but if the accounts are as exceptional as the truthful visions of expanded reality we believe we have to offer, we will have succeeded in sustaining curiosity and interest with our extended narrative and earnest question-and-answer approach. There also seem to be increasingly greater numbers of people with various reports or stories similar to ours, as we have noticed … even if some of them seem too bizarre, even for us—so we tend to place ourselves somewhere in the middle of the high-strangeness Disclosure spectrum.
We present our initially experimental foray into superconscious depth hypnosis as something far more amazing and complex than we could have ever imagined, but even if it makes complete sense to us … it will probably be referred to as “channeling” (a one-on-one psychic linkage) but is actually something far more extensive and innovative (one—or two—on-many and many-on-one). If you are familiar, and perhaps disappointed, with some of the popular dystopian science fiction fantasy movies making the rounds at large or small screens near you these days, exclusively focusing on space cowboy or Grey Zetan abductions and the like (for all the good reasons these flix—and documentaries (!)—get made), we especially hope you will see our story as a more plausible and appealing perspective—if not good enough itself to inspire CGI movies someday (movie makers, pay heed … there is a reserved seat waiting for you up front).
And, if you happen to come upon these reports with already disciplined investigative instincts and established interests, then you will find—as far as we know—a unique new series of discoveries that we have made, embedded, perhaps for the first time, within our familiar Earthuman world, of an existence of ‘cloaked’ ultra-human intelligences who are fully exotic EXVs and uniquely amazing but still show great dignity and what I call a refined modesty as well as highly-nuanced intelligent awareness of … pretty much everything, including our circumstances and nearly anything we ask about (they are yet mindful of certain present dangers that would not be suitable for us to reveal). The slightly amusing sidebar is that they think of themselves as also living here on Earth, just as we do, but with many more advanced options—such as easily beaming themselves (the Pleiadians at least) back to their home planet Erra 300 years in the future as often as desired or needed.
Again, words can’t do justice to the experiences Julie has in decoding the data stream into her own full multimedia awareness (I can only hear the high frequency transmissions), but we have decided to tell some of our story in these sessions, which “our ETs” have agreed to conduct with us for our coached and authorized work product in helping make their presence known … even if we have never actually seen them in actual physical presence (not allowed yet by their stellar councils, even for us, though at first we did try … which you can read about). In spite of this I am greatly impressed by the nobility, subtlety and sophistication of our correspondents and never fail to learn quite a lot each time with them, even, or more especially, since no one can fully read the always only partially formed future—including Them, even with their technologies, millennial lifespans and near instantaneous space/time travel capacities—now in these aggravating and somewhat anxiously expectant but still understandably weird and gloomy Trumpestuous times.
After acknowledging myself as a ‘minor contactee’ in my attempt to report involvement with higher ET intelligences after a lifetime of unusual events, some of which were clearly “out of this world” (even though we have not been physically invited aboard the beamships or taken off planet … yet—we have seen their beamships on several occasions when they have surprised and delighted us). I must add in my defense that this episodic kind of virtual waking dream-like experience has all been so strangely improbable, I hardly ever knew how to begin a discussion about it, even with friends, who were naturally incredulous since nothing even remotely similar had ever happened to them—and only a short time ago people had been routinely institutionalized as delusional by licensed psychiatrists for having such “impossible” ideas. And so it went, but things are different now (oh, that old refrain!), and I, like many others, believe the time has finally come for the more mainstream world to realize, beyond “believing in UFOs” from fleeting images in blurred pictures, that some among its “ordinary” citizens really are in contact with multidimensional beings from other worlds, even as our astronomers and astrophysicists report this new breakthrough of the century for hard science: the discovery of not only real exo-planets “just like Earth,” but a new “Planet 9” or “Planet X” as an outlier in our own solar system (we call it Planet Athena), now beginning to take hold in the popular imagination of our increasingly fractured post-modern world so desperately in search of a new fundamental mythic identity to contemplate and possibly identify with. And of course, there is also the possibility of a widespread viral contagion of ‘hybrid wannabes’ (that could already be starting to appear around reports of these powerful alternative virtual reality narratives like ours).
Thus, I believe this is what is really behind of the most accelerated advance in Earthuman culture now unequivocally happening—something being noted by nearly everyone in their own generational gloss of mixed-bag buzzwords, or often alternatively, confused resignation: nothing less than the culmination of the last 10,000 years of Earthuman developmental history (since the last catastrophe of destroyed Atlantis and the Great Flood). It’s about regaining advanced technology; it’s about cultural revisioning; it’s about finding the true ancient history of Earth and our Solar System; and it’s about finding out who our ancient ancestors really were: human beings like us who mostly did not originate on Earth. They came at various times and from various places—predominantly five regions in the starry heavens (Aldebaran and The Pleiades, Sirius, Arcturus, Andromeda and Cygnus). What we see today is the result of a very complex weaving of these interstellar racial DNA “time-lines” as a grand manifold of soul-infused individuals living, dying and being reborn again on Earth, mixing with Earth natives from ancient prehistory into a ripening Swiss Cheese of future possibilities (wow, this is really getting poetic!).
A lot of our scientific knowledge and cultural history are therefore in need of the greatest revisions ever contemplated or sought, and I am presuming some number of innocent bystanders will find our addition to this rising chorus to be an interesting enough addition for consideration. Oh, silly me (!). At least this is the critical re-cataloguing that is being offered by our superhuman acquaintances and their consultant specialists, mostly from around our local galaxy, in a psychic multimedia presentation to Julie that has been arranged, organized and conducted by our dearest friends: Hilarion and Athena, future selves Ariel & Michael and Rhi & Phindar, and with a special assist from the brilliant and lovely Pleiadian Star woman Semjase, of 70’s contactee Eduard “Billy” Meier fame (much more about her to come—she is featured in the first telepresence conferences that were released here on the web site). By the way, the Vulcan Spock in the iconic Star Trek series was a thinly disguised veil for Pleiadian/ Earthuman hybrid humanoids (like us) which was surreptitiously revealed back in the fabulous 60s—it was the beginning of the modern myth of the Starman (also referred to as “Starseeds” with an expanding list of authentics and wannabes—quite a few people have already been affected by revelations like ours.
Other competing “stakeholders” (as usual, watch out for werewolves and zombies) of various sorts who are still deeply committed to competing cultural paradigms, the most common being what I often refer to as “materialist reductionists,” often led by successful, over-reaching scientists and technologists, appearing in ubiquitous Ted Talks (!) … will not like any of this one bit (!). They will belittle and sabotage any idealistic spiritual alternative to their monotonous entropic bottoms-up hypothetical assembly of reality, any way they can. This old foundational philosophical debate, goes back to the times of Plato and Aristotle, who were both right in their own way, each applying differentially at alternating stepping-stone stages along the way of advancing human development. Yet this new more inclusive integration from zero-point to infinity pushes the envelope well beyond the old-school analysis that is still being propped up by today’s conventional wisdom. I must admit, attaining this new perspective is a lot to ask of anyone, as in ‘next Copernican Revolution,’ and it does seem too fantastic for comfort, even to me at times, and I have been caught up in this improbable behind-the-scenes drama for much of my life.
And of course, there will always be those of primarily devotional outlook, traditionalists mired in maintaining a religious faith of some dignified pedigree from certain ancient times and places, which can indeed be a great richness and consolation, but which, like a candle in the wind, is increasingly vulnerable to the manifold of new knowledge now coming into evidence. The science and technology “modernists,” looking in the rear-view speculative mirror, have mostly parodied or satirized “God squad” religionists, but, apart from attempting to discredit the God hypothesis as an appropriate response to any question, the Materialist Reductionists also make it an a priori point to discredit any spiritually-based metaphysic believed to stand outside the “laws of physics,” but the biological fundamentalists are equally doctrinaire. Well of course, these stances are really only historical biases, yet everyone must come from their own positions of belief wherever they find themselves and be able to contemplate how to make forward progress to the next sequential step in the evolution of knowledge to reach their own conclusions, if and only if, as I think it turns out … they remain committed to the principle of truth in whatever way they understand it along the way. Realization of the elegant simplicity of the big ‘Beautiful Truth’ remains a cultural culmination of universal holographic reality for all advanced humans—of which, like stars and Goldilocks Planets for them to reside on—there are a very, very large number in our galaxy. But also, as is said by our dear friends and family, “Planets with evolved intelligent life … are still rare” and spread out thinly in our and all other galaxies.
It is the higher human way to be curious about all this star lore now coming into currency, to learn and be swayed by real facts, even if new and shocking, perhaps first disguised in mythic content, not yet revealed to generations in previous historical epochs (or lost if it was), but now being presented again for review and acknowledgment. It will probably take others in future generations to really unpack this new legacy from the stars (and the soulful depths of truth-telling conscience), but at least we will have revealed some small part of the story by calling for a rearrangement of the puzzle pieces of progress as our dear Pleiadian and Sirian family and friends monitor us from behind the scenes of their future perspective as among their willing ambassadors, attempting to share a few pointers for a more knowledgeable and awakened awareness among the bewildering array of choices facing Earthumans in our high stakes free-for-all game—now being handled so irresponsibly—with its eventually inevitable existential consequences. Awareness of this post-modern UAP/UFO/ET Disclosure story is the beginning of attaining insight into this network of the most urgent and complex developments of our time. The knowledge itself is liberating.
These cosmic watchers naturally wonder what it will take to bring amnesiac Earthumans to their senses to prevent the various conspiratorial elites within the regimes of failing nationalistic governments with still rapidly increasing populations and diminishing food supplies to descend further into militaristic self-destructive downward spirals. Our EXVs vow to prevent a final doomsday loss of Earth as a habitable planet in an already badly damaged solar system, not because they believe it will correct the folly of Earthumans exploiting each other for personal, racial or elite-group advantage, but because it will disrupt essential quantum energy currents, holographically coming and going far out in the cosmos beyond Earth—since Earth is the last surviving habitable planet in the Sol System that has not yet been destroyed in ancient catastrophes—like Mars and Malona, the remains of which we call the “Asteroid Belt.” We have been told Mars will be terraformed for habitation as an adjunct for our relentlessly expanding Earthuman population, but it will take at least a century—so we have to try to find the emergency brake lever in any event in this time of real and extensive “Earth Changes” (first mistaken as mere ‘climate change’) that is upon us.
So, here are a few new online Telepresence Conference voices describing a multidimensional space-time chess game, which I have discovered—or rather, which has discovered me … “on the fly”—along with a few others you may also have heard about, which I can only hope will be of timely interest to at least some of my more savvy contemporaries … perhaps other hybrids (high birds), placed and later called by their ‘winged messengers’ as contactees like us … or anyone else who might find these word-screens in cyberspace or pigments on pages… like some readers whose curiosity may already have been piqued by what has already been discovered in publication or presentation.
I still have quite a lot to learn as a website publisher but have now begun steering the path for a modest media presence that can be directed from a laptop, which will hopefully be supplemented with more of our latest ET conferences soon after the transcripts are completed … and some other miscellany. I naturally would like the wares to appear inviting enough for anyone to come back from time to time to see … what’s up and what’s going down. So in the meantime, try to keep your high-energy electrons flowing and neurotransmitters pumping … until you can return for another sampling of the wares being shared here … perhaps from time to time.
~Ted
Pagosa Springs, Colorado
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