Nicola Tesla, and a German secret weapon, I....
 

To my beloved readers,
I am posting this in Reincarnation, because it involves a recolection by Hauptsturmfurher Wenct of something he witnessed in Februrary 1945. It ties into what has been posted in UFOs/ETs. It all falls together from the very beginning, from the construction of the Sphinx and Pyramids, through the 18th Dynasty to the rule of Ramasis V, The Exidous, The campagnes of Alexander the Great, The Migration of the Ostiogoths into Northeastern Europe, The Roman Empire, The Lord Creator of the Universe comming to Earth on a mission as a person, The Bizantium and Constantinople, The Dark to Middle ages, the Renassance, the Industrial Age, World Wars One and Two....Through to this very day, our Contiguous Now!
This is not about the Ethereal Memory of the Planet Earth which is a discovery Nicola Tesla made, and has been burried along with other magnificent discoveries that should be credited to beloved Nicola. Burried by the Forces of Darkness to maintain thier malevolent control of western society. It's just part of the whole story.
Nicola Tesla designed the turbines that his employer Westinghouse's engineers then built at Niagara falls in 1896 to create the worlds first hydro-electric power station. By this time however Nicola got tired of working with Westinghouse. He was discouraged by the fact that the result of his efforts at bringing the miracle of electrical power to humanity was requireing that the world would become strewn with wires!
Nicola had discovered that absolutly everything in creation has a frequency. The very fabric of reality was resonant, and Nicola concentrated his attention upon the creation and control of High Frequency Electrical Phenomena. He used the induction coils and capacitors that he invented in new and radically different configurations to produce intensely high frequency currents of electricity. {It is interesting to note that the very flow of time over the bed of reality is a frequency current!}
Radio waves are a form of electricty, and traveling through the air are called "Fequencys" that resonnate by the distance between each individual wave. Nicola saw his capacitor as a storage tank, and his induction coil like a coiled spring. By configuring them in the right sequence he could amplify electrical signals raising them to ever higher and higher levels of frequency and voltage. Through resonance we are able to "tune" radio signals. Nicola could see that electrical resonance would make wireless comunications possible, and since that was the case then the wireless distribution of electrial power was possible as well.
Nicola Tesla would use the concept of a grounded Transmitter, and a grounded Receiver. Nicola realized that if his transmitting station could send enough electromagnetic energy into the ground untill the Earth's electrical resonant frequency was reached, the whole of the Planet would be like a giant capacitor resonating electrical power that could be tapped by receiving stations anywhere on the surface of the earth, and then use the atmosphere for the return circuit to the transmiting station. The very air would be filled with radio waves with enough frequency and voltage to power machines and devices without wires!

Nicola Tesla, and a German secret weapon, II....
 

In 1899 the United States of America was being completely strewn with wires. Nicola's "alternating current" or AC system of delivering electrical power proved to be superior to Thomas Edisons "direct current" or DC. Edison may have invented the light bulb, but it would be Tesla's delivery system that lit it.
At this time Nicola built a research facility at the base of Pike's Peak in Colorado. He constructed several large towers which were electrical magnifying transmitters, and put his dream of wireless delivery of electrical power to the test. It worked, but with vairying degrees of success. He found many times instead of making a complete circuit with one tower as transmitter, and another as receiver the power generated by the electro-magnetic resonance of the Earth itself would discharge uncontrollably into the atmosphere. At night People in and around Colorado Springs were frightened by strange glows and popping and crackeling sounds emenating from Nicola's project.
In addition to his attempting to create controlable broadcast electricity Nicola Tesla experimented with sending morse code messages in the electrical discharges that leaped out of his tower, and into the atmosphere, and then into space. His claim that he got an answer from a broadcast that reached the planet Mars was not well accepted by the rational academic scientific community.
Although Tesla's experimentation met with limited success he was convinced his theory was sound. Something that was beyond Nicola, and the technology of that time was the fact that for broadcast electricity to work it would have to be of such high amplification resonant frequency it would be injurious to all living tissue that passed within it. We have broadcast electricity today. It is called "Microwave Relay!" The reason those microwave towers are way up there on top of sky scrapers and mountains?....We all heard the urban myth of the unfortunate soul who gave her precious pet poodle a shampoo, and then tried to dry it off in the microwave! There are also several documented horror stories involving hovering heliocopters. Birds won't nest in microwave recievers.
The advent of cellular broadcast technology is rendering microwave relay obsolete, but it's still around. Satilite technology is being developed for the beaming of microwave electricity from one distribution facility to another in remote areas. That is Broadcast Electricity today, so Nicola Tesla was simply ahead of himself, and it is ironic through his Eterial Memory Device he would literally get behind himself by reinacting certain key junctures of his daily existance over, and over in an effort to change the outcomes of certain precursors, and unsuccessfully.

Nicola Tessla, and a German secret weapon, III....
 

My beloved reader,
Perhaps you wonder, "Well, just where is Michael going with all this?"
I had to set this up for you. First off Nicola Tesla discovered something that could have changed the face of the Earth. He would not have gotten over the problem of the planet becoming strewn with powerlines and wireing, but he had discovered a way to tap a natural resource. The natural resonant electro-magnetic enregy of the Mother Earth herself. Had he persued it, electrical power would be comming from a free inexaustable source. All we would be paying for these days would be the maintenance of storage facilities and powerlines. Battery technology would have developed to take advantage of this free electrical power, and we would not be depending upon oil to run everything.
The Forces of Darkness could not have this. The main objective of these forces is to keep the nations of the world in conflict with the agenda of having humanity destroy itself.
The Minions of the Satanic Majesty use us. Power is the ultimate aphrodiesac. Western Society is corrupted, but so is the rest of the world. Outwardly we see all these problems, and inwardly we are the source of them all! The forces of Good vs. Evil work through us. The struggle eternal manifests itself in and through the peoples of the Earth.
There is more I could tell you about beloved Nicola, some of the awsome things he caused to happen on the face of the planet through the course of his research, but that will be for another time, for it is another story. We are going to talk about a German secret weapon. Something the Nazi's developed from Nicola Tesla's research. To do this I must introduce you to Waffen SS Hauptsturmfurher Michael Christian Wenct. This is the "Reincarnation Section",
and....
I was him, and he is me. I have been blessed/cursed with the total recall of this panzer officers lifetime. Wenct was not a Nazi. He was not even German. He was born in Donesborrow, Scotland which was a town just outside of Eddenborrow in 1918. His Mother was German, his Father a Scotsman. His Mother and father seperated when he was four, and she went back to Germany. His parents spoke to Michael in nothing but German up untill that time, so his father had to keep speaking German to him untill he begain school. He grew up believing in knights in shinning armor, chivalrey, and The Arthurian Code of conduct in the persuit of a "Higher Ideal of Human Existance." He did not know it at first, but Michael Wenct was/is Valkyrie. He wanted to be a soldier, and make a carrier of it. In 1935 he applied to West Point millitary accademy, but was rejected because he was very week in mathematics. When he applied to Millitary accademy in Germany he was accepted. I have the name of this accademy, it is in the original manuscript of Wenct's life, but it escapes me at the moment, and I don't have the manuscript any more because I burned it in an effort to appease my now X-wife. You see when the memories returned to me I became obsessed with writing them down, and I begain to change drastically, so much so my beloved wife threw me out and divorced me. I have been indigent and homeless since. I have had jobs and a roof over my head, but no place I can call home, for you see my home is in Eternity. No matter.
Michael Wenct went to Germany to became a professional soldier. At millitary accademy he was mentored by a particular instructor. Michael knew this man as "Instructor Irwin" His full name was Irwin Rommel.
I must break for now, as the memories flooding back are sometimes too much for me to bear, and I begin to cry.
My beloved reader, please be patient with me.

A German secret weapon, IV....
 

Your Michael came under psychic attack by the forces of darkness this morning. This is how it is for us, The Valkyrie.
I am Hauptman Wenct. I give you my Weirmacht desegnation. Untill June of 1943 I served with my Field Marshal in North Africa. It was then I transfered to the Waffen SS because I wanted to serve in Panzers. Untill then my commanding officer Field Marshal Rommel, who was also my instructor in military school kept me an mobile artillery officer, because I was poor in mathematics, and artillery officers spend much of their time figuring target solutions. As a result my mathematics improved, and this pleased my Field Marshal, for this was his intention, so this pleased me also!
In this lifetime during the Second World War I met many note-worthy people.
RiechFurher Hienrich Himmler himself gave me my first field command in the Waffen SS Panzerkorps. I thought I sold my soul to the Devil!, and as a result of circumstances {Your Michael will write these when this whole story is finnaly told} I ended up serving my command in The Third Waffen SS Panzer Division "Das Totenkopf"- The Death's Head , which was Hienrich Himmler's own Panzer Division. It may amuse you to know the men in the other panzer divisions called us "Das Shissenkopf", no translation nessesary.
The story I am about to tell you is of my experience in early Februrary 1945. I was about to be given my own command of a "Kampfgruppen"- Battle group, which ment also I would receive promotion to "Oberst" or Colonel. The SS designation of this was "Ubersturmfurher", but I prefered to be addressed by my men in the Weirmacht designation. I had no taste for Nazi designations anymore, not after what I had wittnessed! I was injured in battle and given three days leave. I took my 17 year old "gunner" VanDraken, a dutch boy who also liked panzers with me to Berlin, which was only 75 kilometers from my posting, The Kustrin Sailent.
Our purpose was to see if I could secure several new or re-outfitted panzers from the Hienchel factory on the south-eastern outskirts of Berlin. The Hienchel corporation, {still in existance today!} built Tiger tanks. We did not expect to get any of these, but I had heard that the company had an under-ground section of the factory that re-built knocked out tanks. We were in a dire defensive position on the west side of the River Oder with the whole of the Soviet First Red-Guards Tank Army bearing down upon us. I would take anything they could give to us!
Our first day in Berlin I seperated from VanDraken because I had the bussiness of getting orders and paperwork so I could get the managers at the factory to listen to me, and hopefully give me what I needed. My "Gunner" though he had seen action with me since the Hurtgen Forest was still just a kid, and actually wanted to go and see if he could find a toy store that sold models of panzers, which he liked to build. I made arrangements with him that we would meet up again the evening we were to leave at the huge flaktower by the Berlin zoo. The main east-west railway ran past the zoo and flaktower, and the main terminal was close by so we could catch our train back east.
It was about 10:30 in the evening I arrived at the flaktower. I was early. I told gunner 11:00, as our train east would be leaving at 2:00 am. This would give us time to collect ourselves before returning to duty, and share our adventures in the bombed out capital of Germany. I was able to secure us one panzer that I had arranged to be on a flat car attached to that 2 am train. I was anxious that all would go as planned, and releaved when, as if on cue a box-car tender pushing that panzer on a flat-car went right past me on it's way to the main terminal.
I lit a "Camel" cigarette which was a Christmas gift left to me when we over-ran the allied post office at St. Vith during what you Americans called "The Battle of the Bulge," and turned my attention to the enormous cement flaktower before me.
It was massively huge and ten stories high. It reminded me of a castle, but was so thick and solid that it was more like a great pyramid. It had three stories of narrow windows on each side, and on each corner of this rectangular constrution were octangular columed towers.
On the side facing west toward the city were two flights of steps that formed a triangle meeting at the central top of the tower. I took a seat on the bottom left flight of steps, and looked at the surroundings. I was suprised to note that the whole tower was illuminated by flood lamps on the ground. It lit the tower as if to advertise it to all the city, and smiled to myself thinking that any approaching allied bombers would clearly see it as well! I shook my head in disbelief. They were obviously proud of this monstrocity!
A quarter mile from my position was a second tower. It was also lit by flood lamps on the ground. It was built the same way as the one upon which I was sitting, but was much narrower. On top of this one I could see was mounted two quadruple 37mm anti-aircraft machine cannon, two large search lanterns and several different kinds of antenne, two of which were like bowls with sewing needles in their centers. All these were on either side of a box with windows with leuvered steel shutters. At the very top was an antenne that was like a rectangle, and it was continuously turning 360' first to the left for a few minutes, and then change and turn right a few minutes.
It was quiet, and I was alone and everything seemed deserted. I heard the sound of a motorcycle and around the tower came a luftwaffe leutnant who stopped right before me, leaning his motorcycle on the wall beside the steps. He simply nodded to me aknowledging my presance. He took off his service cap, and put on his stahlhelm, and clipboard in hand ran up the steps, 10 stories to the top without any pause. I stood up watching him, and flicked out my cigarette. It was then the lights illuminating the tower went out, and the wailing air-raid sirens began.

A German secret weapon, V....
 

I watched the search light on the tower above me switch on sending a beam first straight up and then toward the west. I watched the same thing happen on the other tower, and then search lights all over the city of Berlin came on all beaming toward the west. The sirens continued to scream and this soon became very irritating to me, but all I could do was stand there and endure it. From the western peremeter of the city there were flashes first, and then the retort of the anti-aircraft cannon reached me. It seemed to echo off the massive wall of the flaktower beside me and reverberate all around.
I stood there looking up to the west deafend by the continuous din around me, and did not notice when a car pulled around the corner of the tower. It was only when it caught me in the slit-beams of it's head lights and came to a stop right in front of me I saw it. It was a big black Mercedes touring car with Nazi standards on each front fender. "Shit!" I thought to myself. I was in for it now. Right away two trenchcoats get out of the car, and one is shinning a flashlight in my eyes. They yelled at me over the din of the sirens "Who the Devel are you!? What are you doing here!?" came the questions. Right away one has got a Walther PPK aimed at me, and the other got his hand out for my papers. I stood there with a blank expression on my face. It was then someone got out from the back of the car and came between the two trenchcoats. He was tall and dressed in a bussiness suit. I could not see his face with the light in my eyes. The two trenchcoats turn to him, and one yells, "Herr Reichfurher, please!" and he answers yelling "Nonsense!" He put his hand on the PPK and made the pig put it away. The other pig still stood there with his hand out waiting for my papers, and still shinning the light in my eyes. To piss him off I reached in my pocket and handed my papers to the man they called Reichfurher instead. The man took the flashlight from the pig, and it was when he was shinning the light on my papers I could see who he was, and did I get a jolt! This was Reichfurher Albert Speer looking at my papers. The Minister of Armorments himself!
The Reichfurher turned and yelled at the two pigs, "Get back in the car I'll call you when I need you!", and they both gave the Nazi salute and barked in unisen "Jawhol Herr Reichfurher" one got back in the car, while the other waited for Reichfurher Speer to give him back his flashlight. Speer just looked at him for the idiot he was, and the idot gave the Nazi salute once again, and again barked "Jawhol Herr Reichfurher", and he got back in the car. Albert Speer then motioned to me with my papers to follow him. There was a large steel door at the base of the trangle of steps. He pushed a button, and a slit in the door slid open, and I could see a pair of eyes peeking out, and then I could hear muffeled from behind the steel door, "A momment Herr Reichfurher" There was a clanking of steel on steel and the whole door slid sideways into the wall. The Leutnant that had run up the steps earlier was standing there with two men in stalhelm and field-grey coverals. "Quickly Herr Reichfurher" shouted the leutnant who ushered us in, and the two men worked the door closed again with one turning a steel wheel on the wall beside the door and the other guiding the door shut. It came closed with a clank, and suddenly it was very quiet. The sirens could hardly be heard in there.
Albert Speer put his hand on my shoulder and looked me up and down. I had on a mixed uniform, with American army pants and a reversable Weirmach field jacket. The only thing showing my branch of service was my black 1943 cap that still had pink pipeing and Waffen SS eagle on it. He smiled at me, and shaking his head in disbelief asked, "So this is a panzer officer?" I immediately came to attention and clicked my boots. He looked me up and down again, and then sighed apologetically, "This is my fault!" He said shaking his head. He then asked me about the actions I had seen, but before I could answer the Reichmarchal put his fingers to his lips and said to me, "Never mind Hauptsturmfurher." He looked upwards and said to me, "Come, let me show something to you. You know cannon, I want your opinion." I snapped to attention again and said, "Jahwol Herr Reichfurher!"

A German secret weapon, VI....
 

The inside of the ground floor of the flaktower was huge. Square cement coloms ran down vast corridors that spread to our left and right. At each end was another steel door like the one we came through. We were at the center, and I could image that on the other side of a huge wall facing us was the same thing. In this wall were two elevator shafts, and the Reichfurher lead me to the one on the right. The Leutnant accompanied us. Albert Speer pressed a button beside the elevator door, and an alarm bell rang. I could here motors engaging. The elevator came down from above us. "We have already transferred the munitions topside to the cannon, Herr Riechfurher" the Leutnant informed the Riechfurher. "Well done." said Speer to the young officer, Speer then turned to me stating, "We store amunitions at this level, and take it to the cannon with these elevators. We can also haul it to the top from the outside with a crain." I looked around to see that the corridors were empty, but when leutnant lifted the elevator door it also opened on the otherside of the flaktower to reveal that the east side corridors of the tower was stacked high with two peace high-explosive shrapnel 127mm shells.
We stepped into the elevator which was a steel cage all around. The doors came shut, and the Reichfurher took hold of a leaver that rose waist high from the floor. He told me, "We have six levels above, and six levels below the ground!"
He pulled the lever one notch and the elevator decended one level and came to a stop. I could hear the sounds of children crying and people talking echoing in halls. The doors came open and the corridors on this level were packed with civilians. On either side old men with "luftgeschuts" stalhelm{Steel helmets with air-raid shelter insignia that were rather ornate} came to attention. The Reichfurher spoke to one in recognition. He was wearing a world war one sargents dress uniform. "How many this evening Carl?" asked Albert Speer. Carl's eyes sparkled with pride as he answered robustly, "Six thousand fivehundred and eighty six, Herr Reichfurher!" Speer looked at me as he asked the sargent, "What is the record?" who answered, "Eleven thousand and eighty!" I was astounded. "How do they get in?" I asked. Speer replied, "There is a ramp leading down at the central east entrance. This is where you should have been, and why my "Bodyguards" were so concerned with you. The entrance on the west side along the tracks is for unloading munitions only!"
As the leutnant pulled the doors shut again the alarm bell sounded, and on a pannel fixed to the side of the cage next to the control lever the fourth light from the bottom of a row of 12 came on, and the leutnant said, "level four Herr Reichfurher." Speer smiled at me and said, "Someone below us wants the elevator." We descended one level, and the doors came open, and there stood a man with spectacles in a light blue laboratory smok, and clipboard in hand. The elevator opened to hallways on this level, with wooden doors on either side that looked like apartments. The man came to attention and gave the Nazi salute, "Herr Reichfurher...."
As the elevator ascended to the top Speer introduced me, "Hauptsturmfurher Wenct, this is Herr Rhol of the Telefunken Corporation!" The man offered me his hand and I shook it, while I asked him dumbfounded, "The Telephone Company?" and he smiled as he answered, "We must all make our contribution to the comming absolute total victory!"

Unbelievable writing Michael. Keep it coming.

On one of the posts in -- I think -- spirituality, there is a reference under the Ascension evolution(s) as posted by Pat. It speaks of the transition/transformation of crystaline energy in our expanded DNA thread count from 2 to 12. (Spiritual sheet material, if you will. LOL)

The crystaline energy/electrical working which you mentioned got me to thinking about being our own electro-magnetic transmittors, thereby reducing potiential or need for electricity as we now know it and use it. Does this make any sense?

Thanks for any info you can give me or direct me to.

Regards my friend,
Victoria

A world where electrical devices run on our own resonant electromagnetic field, or "Aura-Powered" technology. sure, why not?

A German secret weapon, VII
 

As we approached the top of the flaktower Herr Rohl picked up a telephone next to the control panel. "We are comming Up" he shouted into the phone. As we got to the top the cage elevator stopped inside what seemed like a cast iron tank turret. Right away this swung open over us, as it was hinged with a huge spring. "This is the elevator shaft cover," said the Reichfurher, "And this weighs sixteen tons". We came up right behind two of the 127mm cannons that were mounted together on a single platform. We were on the north side of the tower. I looked to the south side and there were another pair of cannons mounted the same way. There was no crew for the north cannons, but the south cannons had a full crew who were all young boys dressed as men in luftwaffe combat uniforms.They were being commanded by a luftwaffe sargent who had lost an arm. I watched as these boys worked like men, skillfully reloading the cannons with the two piece anti-aircraft shells. I noticed that when thoes cannons on the south end moved to aquire the next fireing position, the ones on the north side moved as well in unisen. Both sets of guns were syncronised to move together.
Speer, Rhol, the Leutnant and I now moved to a bunker mounted at the center top of the tower. Before entering the cannons fired. The retort was deafening, and the percussion I felt in my diaphram was quite intense.
Upon entering the bunker I stopped to admire the view which from here was spectacular. Here on the east side of Berlin the whole city could be seen from north to south. Dispite increased allied bombing the city appeared relatively intact. It had snowed earlier in the day and it reflected the searchlights sweeping the sky. From up here we could hear the animals in the Berlin zoo below, and I could even see the elepants in their open pen moving back and fourth nervously, and hear their trumpeting. Anti-aircraft cannons and machineguns were fireing to the north and west from all over the city. Flashes and tracers were everywhere! Beams of light were sweeping the sky all converging to the north and west. The sirens echoed. It was slightly overcast with a very high cloud ceiling.
I looked around the top of the tower to see what else was up here. On each corner of the tower was implaced a quadruple 37mm machine cannon. Only one of these had a crew on the north west corner, and all boys. I noticed again when that one with the crew traversed and elevated it's guns, the other un-manned ones moved in unisen with it.
We entered the bunker which was not very big, but had a vision slit that ran all away aound it with hinged iron flaps for protection. In here was a square table. On it's center was a large box with angled control panels. It had dials, and an ocilloscope. A metal pipe ran from the top of this box through the ceiling. There was an antena sticking up outside from this. Around the controls were three telephone company men with light blue laboratory smocks like Rhol.
Only one man in there was Luftwaffe, the Leutnant who let us in.
The leutnant sat at one side of the control box and put on a set of headphones and pulled a microphone toward himself. This was the radio position.
The Reichfurher addressed Herr Rhol, "Please explain for our guest Hauptsturmfurher Wenct our operations here." Rhol started beaming with pride, like he thought Speer would never ask. "Gladly Herr Reichfurher!" Rhol guided me to the north end of the bunker and pointed out of the vision slit to the other flacktower, and he began, "That tower over there is the "L" tower. The "L" tower is the control and transmition tower. Besides the mounted machine cannon are the radar array for tracking the enemy bombers, and the transmition anteni that is our remote radio control." I had to think about this a moment, and then I looked at Rhol and questioned him, "Remote Radio Control?" He just looked at me like a cat with a canary in it's mouth. He smiled and said, "You will see Hauptsturmfurher...when the bombers get here!"
The Leutnant at the radio position sang out, "The Operations Commandant at the "L" tower reports all is in readiness Herr Reichfurher. "Very well." said Reichfurher Speer. It was obvious to me that the Minister of Armorments had been in command here before. I found out later that Speer loved to come up here during the raids.
The radio Leutnant called out, "L- tower getting transmition from Uhu, L-tower getting transmition from Uhu!" The leutnant then flicked a switch on his panel and called into his microphone, "All stations and batteries cease fireing!, I repeat, All stations and batteries cease fireing!" The leutnant repeated this order four times, and outside the guns all over Berlin grew silent. He then called the next order four times, "All search-lamps blackout, All search-lamps blackout" and every searchlight in the city went dark. The air-raid sirens stopped. Outside it grew dead quiet. Reichfurher Speer went out of the bunker and becond me to follow. I stood there next to him, and looked over the quiet, and darkened city. This was sublime! Even the animals in the zoo were silent. Then from the south I heard an aircraft approaching. I could tell by the sound this was no bomber. It was one of ours. Then I could see it approaching. This pilot was nuts! A two engine job was flying maby 50 feet off the ground. It was skimming the powerlines beside the railroad tracks, and comming directly at the flaktower. At the last moment it pulled up and banked sideways. It flew right past us, and less then 30 feet away. I could see the whole topside of that plane banked at us! I could see in the cockpit the control panel lights, and I could see the pilot heads up, looking right at me, green goggels, and smileing! This aircraft zoomed past turning 360' wing tip to wing tip, and then buzzed the "L" flacktower in precisely the same manner! It disappeared into the night sky pulling summersault. I stood there open mouth at the antics of this crazy pilot! Speer started laughing and pulled me back in the bunker. He said to the radio leutnant, "Put Uhu on the speaker!" The leutnant flicked a switch, and holding his hand to his headphone said, "Uh Oh!", as a mans voice came on the speaker, and he was cursing angerly every obscene word in the book! The Leutnant looked at me and said, "This is Operations Commandant Shumacher at the "L" tower communicating with Uhu." I listened to what was being said, "G-dd--nit Fligcht-Hauptman Florhildergardt! You damage my equiptment and I'll have your ass for this!! Do you hear me Hauptman?!?!" I listened intently for the answer. All I heard in reply was a woman's voice laughing hysterically! I looked to Speer who was smileing. He told me "This is Uhu,{Owl} our nigcht jagger.{Night Hunter} Fligcht-Hauptman Florhildergardt is one of our best pilots." The leutnant added, "....And She's a woman!" I started to laugh, "No doubt!" I said laughing, and added, "I like her!"

A German secret weapon, #8....
 

The Reichfurher went to the radio positon and said something to the leutnant. The leutnant handed Speer a book from under his clipboard. Speer came over to me, and leafing through the book came to a page and handed it to me saying, "This is Uhu, our night hunter." The book was a target identification guide. On the page he handed me was a schematic drawing of a two engened aircraft titled, "Heinkel 219 Uhu, Nigcht Jagger" The impressive thing about this aircraft was it's nose fitted with an array of anteni. I pointed to this and asked the Reichfurher, "Radar?" and he answered, "Precisely! Uhu goes up there and tells us what is comming, the exact number, and the type of ordanance they are going to drop on us." I then asked, "How can she possibly tell what kind of bombs they are going to drop?" The Leutnant chimed in, "Easy! She just shoots one down, and she can tell by the way it explodes!" I just shook my head, and said, "This is incredable!", and Speer laughed, and said, "Just wait. The best is yet to come!"
The radio leutnant adjusted the volume on the speaker, and I stood there listening attentively to Uhu's report, "Linx, this is Owl, are you receiving? over." The leutnant informed me, "Linx is the "L" tower. They are command and control."
"Owl this is Linx, we receive you. What is status of prey? over."
"This is Owl. Prey are Lancaster. Five wings. Twenty each. Southeast heading. Very low. 1500 to 2000 feet. Three minutes to Bear." {Bear= Berlin}
"This is Linx. Package and Delivery?" {Ordinance and Destination}
The pilot began her hysterical laughter again. Her transmition was halting, as she was speaking through fits of laughter!
"This is....Owl...." Laughing.
"This is Linx. Owl, get hold of your self! Over!"
"This is Owl, alright...laughing...alright. Delivery is for Toyshop. Repeat. Delivery is for Toyshop. Over."
Speer said, "Toyshop is the Heinchel factory complex. Tommy can bomb this all he wants. It is all underground now!"
"Linx to Owl. What is Package? Repeat. What is Package? Over."
There was a pause, as in the sky Flight Captain Florhilderguardt looped above the force of 100 British Lancaster bombers and determined the wing-leader of the squadron. She knew they were carrying high explosive bombs, and not incendiarys having determined their destination the factory, But Flora, my Valkyrie sister was not going to go home deprived of a kill! Circling above the squadron of Lancaster heavy bombers she became an Owl stalking her prey. Stealthfully she first descended to fly along side the British wing-leader. The English Pilot and crew did not notice her at first, so she turned her plane upside down looping over the top of the Lancaster bomber, and ended up on their opposit side. This got their attention as the waist gunner opened fire upon her. "That's the ticket!" she exclaimed in english, tunning into the bombers radio frequency, as tracers zipped past her cockpit. The pilot and co-pilot looked at each other in suprise at the sound of Flora's voice, and the crew of that Lancaster bomber watched helplessly as the Heinkel 219 Owl banked away from them into the night.
"Owl to Linx. laughing. I am about to....hysterically laughing....find out! Over."
She circled around the lumbering squadron, drawing fire from the planes toward the outside of the formation who were close enough to see her in the dim illumination of the overcast sky above them that was reflecting the white snow cover on the ground. She circled the formation completely, and lined her aircraft up in an intersecting course with the British squadron leader. From above she descended upon him. Like an owl opening it's talons to pounce it's prey she opened fire. The armor-piercing high explosive rounds of her 20mm machine cannon cut a line from one wingtip of the Lancaster bomber to the other, and it exploded completely to pieces beneath her. The concussion of the explosion rocked the Heinkel Owl, but Flora maintained control of her craft, and exclaimed trumphantly "GOT HIM!"
"Owl to Linx. Package is Rock Candy.{High Explosive} Repeat. Package is Rock Candy. Over.
"Linx to Owl. Well Done. Fly To Nest. Repeat. Fly To Nest."
I stood outside the bunker on that flaktower and waved to Flora as she flew by. She waved back by dipping her wings several times, and then did a victory roll as she disapeared into the night.
Suddenly the air raid sirens began to wail again, and the searchlights came back on, and the cannons all over the City of Berlin opened fire.
I thought about what Reichfurher Speer said to me earlier....
"The best is yet to come!"

A German secret weapon, #9....
 

I stood outside that bunker atop the zoo flaktower. The din of the sirens and the retort and echos of all the anti-aircraft artillery was irritating to me, but I could hear and see the bombers now. I have to admit this was enthralling to me. Berlin was like a toy model city spread out before me ontop of that tower. Here were dozens of four engined toy model bombers with a cargo of death and destruction, being shot at by children in mens uniforms, with toy cannons and anti-aircraft machine guns that were real. We were going to lose this war. I knew it for sure now. The Americans bombing by day, and the British by night, and every major city was being hit, and in every major city the defenders were young boys like the ones atop this flaktower.
It did not matter how many we shot down. Somewhere safe in America, or some place the war had not touched were these men. Statistions who did not care for human life, but they figured on paper how many men, and how much equiptment would need to be sacrificed in order to defeat the Axis powers. This is how the allies were running the war, and it was working.
Here in Berlin the Furher was safe in a bunker somewhere, and the insanity was he thought we could still win, and he had those around him believing it as well. Even Albert Speer still believed it, and Herr Rhol. They were insane, all of them. Then there was the dishonor I felt. I deserved to die because of what I witnessed. As my Field Marshal also witnessed. The New World Order! That had "factories for the rendering of human beings." This is how my Field Marshal called them. The Camps. Everyone knew of the camps ladies and gentilmen. The ones who said they did not know are liars. This is how the Nazi's held power. They kept order with the fear of the camps. The Ideaology of if you were not a Nazi then you were less then human. A slave to be exploited by the master race because you were inferior.
I did not mean to get into this. I only wanted to tell you of something I saw that has been hidden from history, but this was inevitable, because I Michael Wenct, and your Michael who writes this down for you will never get over the horror and dishonor. We are still one, and the same he, and I. If you wonder why he is cynical, and distrustfull of Governments- including his own....
It is because of this, and 45,000 more years of humanity. Some talk of good old days. I tell you now it is an illusion. All of it!

A German secret weapon, #10....
 

The British heavy Lancaster bombers were over the city now. They came in very low, only 2000 feet or so. They wanted to be sure they hit their target hard and accurately. This also ment the flak shells had to be aimed in such a way as to arc over the bombers, and explode above them, which also rained shrapnel onto the city. I won't go into this. It is pointless for me to give you descriptions of the horror. I am cold to all this, except I still can't stand the sight of children being harmed, injured, and killed. I can not, and will not ever get over this.
All the search lights in the city of Berlin were being directed by the Command and Control in the "L" tower. They caught the lead bomber with the search light on the "L" tower, and all the rest of the lights in Berlin converged upon that single bomber, and tracked it. The English pilots used to call this "Being on stage" as it was like being an actor in the spotlight during a stage play.
An alarm bell went off on our tower which was refered to as the "G" tower. I stood outside the bunker on the "G" tower and watched as the Luftwaffe sargent gave the command to his "men" to cease firing. The boys on the quadruple 37mm machine cannon came, and joined the boys who had manned the twin 127mm cannon, and stood to attention before the one armed sargent. He shouted orders at two of the boys who then ran around the tower making sure that the breach's on every gun on that tower were in an opened position. While they did this he commanded the rest of the boys to cover the stacked amunition by unrolling a huge tarp that was camoflaged canvas on one side, and a black rubber material on the other. They pulled the tarp over the amunition with the rubberized side down, and then reformed, and came to attention before the sargent. The sargent barked a command, pointing with his only arm to the staircase emerging beside the cast iron cover of the elevator shaft on the south side. The boys left faced, and ran to, and then down those steps. When they were all down the sargent went passed me to the door of the bunker to inform the leutnant that the gun positions were secured. The leutnant ordered the sargent to take the north elevator down to secure the cast iron cover over the shaft. The sargent clicked his boots, and ran to do this.
Except for myself the top of the tower was now empty. I was watching the Lancaster bomber in the distance illuminated by all the search lights,and it was heading straight at us, as their target the Heinchel factory was just south of our position. Herr Rhol then came to the door of the bunker, and told me I had to come inside, because, "We are about to begin transmittion."
Inside the bunker I went to the northwest corner so I could continue to watch the Lancaster bomber in the spotlight. There was an electrical humming sound, and I was amazed to see all the guns ontop of the tower were now aiming themselves, and tracking that single bomber. "The gun positions are now being remotely radio controlled by the "L" tower" said Herr Rhol who came over to watch with me.
The leutnant at the radio said, "L" tower ready to begin transmittion", and Reichfurher Speer said, "Very well, tell them to proceed." I turned to Rhol, and asked, "What is happening here?" Rhol smiled, and said, "You are one of the few who will get to witness this!" He pointed to the "L" tower, and began his explanation. "In the base of the "L" tower we have generators. The metal supports of the tower run deep into the foundation, which is as deep as the tower is tall. We are going to "Broadcast" an electrical "Transmition" deep into the crust of the Earth itself. We then adjust the "Frequency" of this broadcast transmition of electricity until it matches the electro-magnetic frequency of the entire Earth itself!" I looked at Rhol trying to understand what he was saying. Rhol continued, "The "L" tower is the "Broadcast Transmitter", and we, and I mean this "G" tower is the "Broadcast Receiver".
"When the electrical frequency broadcast into the Earth matches the "Resonant Frequency" of the Earth itself....
The "G" tower becomes the receiver for all the resonant electro-magnetic electrical energy of the Entire Earth!"
I had trouble understanding what Rhol had just told me. He could see me trying to work this out, and he patted me on the sholder, and said jutting his chin toward the bomber in the spot light, "Observe!"
I watched the approaching Lancaster bomber. The humming sound I sensed earlier began to increase in intensity. Rhol directed my attention to the cast iron elevator shaft covers which were beginning to glow with a purple aura. "This is the resonant electrical energy of the Earth itself, and it is comming up the elevator shafts where it is accumulating from the metal rebar, and iron skeletal supports of the whole "G" tower which are becomming charged with resonant electricity." I watched in awe, as the purple glow was now spreading, like a Saint Elmo's Fire to all the guns on top of the tower which were still tracking the approaching bomber. The intensity of the humming continued to increase, as did the purple glow that now was beginning illuminate the air around all the metal guns atop the tower. The glow filled the air infront of the guns tracking the approaching bomber, and seemed to rise toward the plane. Rhol continued to explain, " The Metal skin of the bomber is attracting the resonant electromagnetic energy. The guns pointing at the plane are quite literally electrical "Leads" that are guiding the aura of resonant energy to the target. The whole tower itself is like the top of a battery, and the battery is the whole Earth!"
As the bomber became imbued with the energy comming from the "G" tower all the light bulbs on the control pannels in the cockpit begain to burn brighter and brighter until they burst. The bombers four engines started over heating as they went to full power against the will of the pilot.
The bomber was glowing purple as it approached, and the pilot could no longer control the plane as it was caught in the pull of the magnetised "G" tower. All four engines burst into flames symotainiously, and the pilot gave the order to bail out, but the plane was being pulled down, and they were now too low for the crew to safetly bail out. The two quad 37mm anti-aircraft machine cannon on the "L" tower now opened fire into the belly of the passing bomber, and it exploded into a fireball. Quite suddenly the humming stopped as the "G" tower was electrically shut down, and the fireball flew over the tower to crash in the fields beyond the east side of the tower, raining burning wreckage as it fell.
The alarm bell sounded again. and all those boys emerged from the stairway, and ran back to their anti-aircraft stations. The sargent came back up in the north elevator, the shaft cover springing back as he emerged. The rest of the bombers began to drop their ordinance on the Heinchel factory, and the antiaircraft cannon continued to fire upon them.
I came out of the bunker. Reichfurher Speer joined me. I just stood there watching the bombing to the south of us. I was completely bewildered by what I had just seen.

A German secret weapon, #11....
 

Rhol came out from the bunker, and joined Speer, and I watching the last of the Lancaster Heavy Bombers turn south and then west, and increase their altitude to get away from the flak still being fired at them. Albert Speer commented, "They generally come from the southwest when they are going for the Hienchel complex. They did this on purpose. Flying low over the city like this. Normally they would come from the south west, and return to England turning north, and then east to escape over the realative safety of the North Sea." I looked at the Riechfurher, and he could sense my question. He said, "They did this so we would drop flak on our own people!" Rhol upon hearing this became enraged. He shook his fist at the departing bombers and cursed them. Speer looked at me, and raised an eyebrow. He started walking toward the north elevator slowly with his hands behind his back and motioned with his head he wanted me to acompany him. He began, "In 1940 we fire-bombed the English City of Coventry. Something happened there we did not expect. The incendiary bombs created a fire storm. 40,000 people burned to death. The English have been trying to do this back to us ever since. This is why they over flew Berlin this night in such a way. The target was the factory complex, but next time it will be Berlin itself, and with incendiary bombs!"
I walked to the elevator with the Minister of Armorments. I was silent because I had nothing to say to him. Germany was getting what it deserved. I did not care what would happen next. I only cared what would happen to the men under my command at the Kustrin Sailent. This I learnned from my Field Marshal. I would honor him. I would honor his spirit and die like a good soldier. My men came first. We were 500 men against 100,000 bearing down on our position. I thought of the Spartans at Helispont. 300 held off 300,000.
Something inside me said I could make this happen again. Not for The Furher, not for the Riech, and not for the Nazi's. We would do it because we were soldiers. We would do this for ourselves, because the whole world was our enemy now, even our own leaders!
We got in the elevator and Herr Rhol called to us running to wait for him. He got on with us, and the 16 ton shaft cover swung back shut as we went down. As we descended the Reichfurher said, " We have had the flaktowers since before the bombing started. The last ones were completed in 1941 in Viena, Austria. The Technology for this came from Telefunken, who "Obtained" it from a Serbian scientist they employed to build some Telegraph towers in America. As you can see it works, but it is ineffective. In your opinion Hauptsturmfurher, do you think this can be developed as a weapon against tanks?" I looked at Speer and just shook my head. I told him, "I am not an expert on things like these, Herr Reichfurher, I am a panzer officer, and nothing more." Speer looked at Rhol, and he just shrugged. Rhol looked at me and asked, "Did you see the aeroplane grave-yard on the east side of the city?"
Since the bombing had begun all the aircraft shot down over Berlin inexplicably crashed on it's east side in a 25 mile wide swath in what used to be a nature preserve, and park. My gunner, and I had seen this from the train on our way into Berlin. I answered Rhol, "This is because the bombers are aproaching from the west, and going east, so this is where they crash.....right?" Rhol gave me the cat with the canary in it's mouth look again, and said, "No Herr Hauptsturmfurher....This Is Us!"
"How is this possible?" I enquired Rhol. He answered, "When the towers are at full power it creates an increase in the releative gravity in this area."
{in modern terminology this would be called a "Gravity Sink" or "Gravity Spike}
"We have been successfull in keeping aircraft from crashing upon the city itself! The increase in releative gravity remains for up to twelve hours even after the towers have been shut down!" I looked at both these men who seemed very pleased with themselves. I remembered the Lancaster Bomber, and the way it flew over the flaktower to crash in the area east of the city. I asked them both, "You think this can be made to stop tanks? By holding them to the ground?" and Rhol answered "This we do not know. This is a good question." I looked at them and said two words, very seriously...."Good Luck."

A German secret weapon, #12 conclusion....
 

I looked at my watch. It was 11:20, as Reichfurher Speer opened the elevator door on the ground level of the flaktower. As we stepped off Herr Rhol of the Telefunken Corporation snapped to attention and gave Speer the Nazi salute proudly exclaiming, "Heil Hitler!", and Speer raised his right hand and answered, "Heil", and in the same motion closed the door for Rhol to continue down in the flaktower. We walked to the door we had entered by in silence. The two men in field-grey coveralls let us out.
What we found outside suprised us both. There we found the Reichfurhers Mercedies completely destroyed. It was smashed in it's center by a smoldering Rolls Royce Merlin inline aircraft engine! It had come from the stricken Lancaster Bomber! Albert Speer stood there shaking his head in disbelief. He became destraught. I looked at him, and said, "Herr Reichfurher, Your body guards....I'm sorry," and Speer looked at me, and said "Those Pigs? To Hell With Them! Reichfurher Himmler insisted they be with me every place I went, and no doubt to spy on me. To Hell With Them!," and then he just shook his head again, and looked so sorry I thought he might cry, so I asked again, "Herr Reichfurher?" and he answered, "My car, my beautifull car!.... Mercedies is only building trucks, and engines now in our war effort, so I will never be able to replace it. This was one of a kind you know...."



I found my gunner VanDraken a little while later. He had taken refuge in the tower's air-raid shelter during the bombing. The rest of this story your Michael will write for you another time.
If any doub't the veracity of this story I have told you....
To this day, in year 2005, and still in existance on the outskirts of Vienna Austria is an intact, and fully operational "G" Flaktower! It is in operation by the forces of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization-NATO. Only those with security clearance are allowed entry into this classified instalation, and 60 years after the end of World War Two!

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also for Froggie....
 

Becca,
I just would like to know if you read this one as well. It does not have the device mentioned in it, but I believe David Morehouse would be interested in what I have described here.
All this links back to Nicola Tesla.

Wow
 

Finally I finished reading this mini-book on this recall of yours! I found it fascinating to read. I could visually imagine it in my mind. I am always drawn to reading stories of WWII/German/Nazi/secret ops whether fact or fiction. I don't know why I enjoy reading that stuff. Maybe some past life connection, who knows?

Thanks for sharing this. I feel priviliged to take a peek at it as that is usually top secret/classified information in the government. Too bad they cannot censor past life recall! ha!

About Nicola Tesla...do you know where he originated from in the galaxy? With that kind of knowledge he had, it's obvious he is. Is he reincarnated right now, doing what?

You mentioned those 6,586 civilians inside the flaktowers. Why were they there? What were they doing with those civilians? You didn't explain that part.

You should archive everything you write on a website keeping them all in one place. It would be fascinating to read everything you wrote. And also be able to see drawings that explain some of the things you write about.

Do keep it coming!

Read This Quick....
 

Because when they find out it's the truth, they might try to make it go away.

For Froggie....
 

Here you go froggie, and when you are through checking this one out, refer to the posting about the etherial memory of the planet Earth. ;)

About the civilians....
 

The Flaktowers were designed to be air-raid shelters in addition to their other features.
It is interesting to note Sadam Hussein had a Flaktower in Bagdad, which was primarilly an air-raid shelter to begin with. If it was like the one's outside of Berlin, Hamburg, and Vienna....
I do not know. ;)

Tesla, Hitler, King Arthur and Ancient Egypt
 

Tesla's past lives include Rameses the Great and Goethe.
Goethe spent a number of years writing Faustus based on
the Christopher Marlowe play. The story is of course
about a disillusioned scholar, who makes a pact with Satan.
Was this a message?
Hitler quoted Goethe on some occasions.

King Arthur was a Norwegian King who probably ruled England too.
He was born into that notorious King David bloodline.
Many advanced souls incarnated into this bloodline and faced
the choices of becoming world leaders or spiritual masters and teachers.
Jesus Christ got it right. Arthur, a war -mongering tyrant got it wrong.
Many of King Arthur's knights would later incarnate as kings of
England - some were good and some were bad.

King Arthur like Henry VIII had 6 wives. Guinivere was his first wife.
Arthur had a number of sons. Two sons would later incarnate as Adolf Hitler
and Tesla. Tesla and Hitler were brothers at the time of King Arthur.

Arthur had previously been Amenhotep IV (Akhenaten) - the heretic Egyptian king and father of
King Tut. One of Tut's wives would later
incarnate as Mary Magdalene.


It is likely Arthur had been Khufu too. Khufu's father Sneferu had built the Great Pyramid
in an earlier incarnation when he had been King Saurid. Sneferu's wife is another incarnation
of Mary Magdalene.
In the attached pic Rameses II's mummy is on the left, there follows 2 images of Tesla - one as a young man and one as an old man, then Goethe as a young man is on the right.

The plot thickens.

Tesla and Elizabeth I
 

Guinivere later reincarnated as Queen Elizabeth I. Tesla who had been one of King Arthur's sons followed and became the queen's loyal and ruthless protector Sir Francis Walsingham. Merlin reincarnated as John Dee. In fact most of Arthur's court can be found clustered around Queen Elizabeth.
Tesla has not yet reincarnated. He fought for the Forces of Light against his old brother Adolf Hitler from the other side.
In the attached pic Goethe is on the left. Tesla in the middle and Walsingham on the right.

Brianstalin
 

Remarkable. Notice how the last 3 all have the same round eyebrows. The last 2 pictures have the same nose and and ear. They seem to like collars. Do you hypnotize yourself to see this? Does it just come to you? So interesting. Love, Sheryl

Dear Sheryl
 

The knowledge of past lives lies in the lower levels of the super-conciousness and cannot be accessed using hypnosis which primarily deals with the subconscious. An hour of meditation a day is beneficial to access the super-consciousness.
Past life knowledge that seeps into the subconscious is open to a huge amount of distortion and is next to useless - our subconscious minds are constantly being manipulated by external forces whose agenda includes hiding the truth.
Seeing the past lives of others can be done using a variety of methods.
The most direct is to call upon the higher-consciousness of a person (Living or dead - doesn't matter) and ask direct questions - the answers can be heard or sensed. Your brain should be functioning in the Theta range for this to work.
Face reading is an option. The most scientific and easiest method is asking yes/no questions with a pendulum. If you have a Reiki Master or a psychic friend to check your findings all the better.
Few people are open-minded enough to understand the mechanics of reincarnation and that we have all been famous people at one time or another and that we have a great responsibility for the state of the world we live in.
Nearly everyone that I have done readings for has a long chain of incarnations as famous people and they incarnate again and again with the people they know now.
As an example - there's no doubt in my mind that Goethe's friend Schiller had been Christopher Marlowe. Marlowe had been one of Walsingham's spies.
Regards
PS If you practice a healng art such as Reiki, snapshots of a patients past lives will enter your head. You see the period and a sense of some interaction with others. Often you jump to different periods in the same healing session where similar patterns and interactions crop up. Often the same things are happenng in the patient's life now causing physical,mental and emotional problems.
If you hold your hand over someone's photograph a series of impressions or pictures should enter your head. You can specifically demand past life information etc. It's a matter of practice - what seems like imagination is in fact real information.

I must disagree about Ahnkanaten....
 

Sennemut incarnated as Aknkanaten is my brother Jack, alive and incarnated, and living in Arkansas. He has some memory of this, but I' who is/was one of Ahnkanaten's daughters is/was also Menkphere, [Thuthmosis III.], and I remember all of it, all of the 18th dynasty, so I must challenge these ascertions Brianstalin! {Interesting handle} I remember in total recall. This will be a book.
Shirley Maclaine is/was Maatkare, [Hatshepsut.]

Still, I like this. It should develope into something very interesting indeed! ;)

Interesting
 

It's nice to be on the same wavelength at least.
Like I was saying one must sort out if the information is coming from the superconciousness rather than the subconscious.
Elizabeth Clare Prophet is a new age writer who claimed she had been Guinivere and that her husband Mark Prophet had been Sir Lancelot. I came to the conclusion she had in fact been Nimue, Merlin's wife (she was also one of John Dee's wives) and Mark was Gareth one of Gawain's brothers. I double-checked my findings with other psychics too.
I've no doubt you and your brother were there - maybe in slightly different roles.
I'm also big enough to admit too that you could be right and I could be wrong.
For me the truth is the important thing.

Shirley was one of King Tut's wives/sisters. She turns up in Elizabethan England as Robert Dudley's third wife - Lettice Knollys. who was a cousin of Queen Elizabeth. She looked a lot like Elizabeth except she was younger and more beautiful. I can tell you I knew the person who was Queen Elizabeth in this lifetime. For some reason whenever a Shirley Maclaine movie appeared on TV the lady in question would become restless, start swearing and before long the TV was switched off. Years later I think I understand. Life is unimaginably stranger than we can comprehend.

Maatkare Hatshepsut
 

Well I couldn't resist doing a quick reading.
Never heard of this lady before.
I disagree with you that this is one of Shirley's incarnations - however there is an undeniable link.
In my estimation Hatshepsut is one of Catherine the Great's incarnations (uncannily this is one of the incarnations Elizabeth Clare Prophet claims as her own).
Well everything connects with everything else - sorting them out correctly is the tricky part.
Regards

Osiris! I've seen the connections now! Egypt connects with a lifetime in Russia.
Tuthomosis III - yes! Your connections with Osiris and Isis are clear.
Elizabeth Clare Prophet was in Russia - She was Catherine - Catherine I (not Catherine the Great) - Peter the Great's wife. It seems likely you had been Peter the Great.

An Earth Tremor...
 

As I write this there is an Earth tremor. I can feel it sitting here on the 5th floor of the Seattle central library. This is interesting, about a week ago I felt one sitting in a lounge on Broadway near James street. I know I did not imagine it, beause I could see the sismic waves reverberating in my coffie cup! It was not traffic, or a passing truck, or an aircraft's vibrations.

It is all so profound brainstalin. I will not dispute anything you have shared. For me it is much more personal. I do not seek the colaboration or conformation of other psychics. I am stuck with these memories pure and simple.
I remember the cerimony preformed in the Queen's chamber of the Great Pyramid. I remember how the King's chamber was used. This all involved the the sarcophigus of the desceased Pharoe. I'ts one of the reasons they were so richly decorated to resemble the Pharoe.
How I know Shirley is Pharoe Hatshepsut is first it was shown to me, and then I remembered.
She was other figures in human history as well, and I wont go into those because like most of what has been happening to me these past several years it is deeply personal. It has been enough just to come here and imply these things. Many here were, and may still be frightened of me because of my postings about Hatshepsut. I am not crazy, and mean Shirley Maclaine no personal injury. I would give my life to protect her, but then I really would do that for anyone beause it is an honorable way to go.
There is so much in me having to come out about the 18th dynasty now I won't read fiction anymore because I am affraid I might polute the actual memory with the wrong imagery. It is not only 18th Dynasty Egypt. The Second World War is in there as well, as well as a good deal of all of human history.....all of it!
I am affraid to read any of Shirley's books. Everytime I start one it is like I have read it before. No one has any idea how this is for me.
The Historical Archiologists have the whole story about Pharoe Hatshepsut all wrong! All I can do is hope to write something that is so fantastic it could only be described as historical fiction, and only in my heart I know it's the truth. :)

Isis
 

Dear Osiris,
Well I got some info coming through about Elizabeth Clare Prophet and you.
Seems she had been Isis a minor wife of Tutmoses II. She would have been your mother in that lifetime. Elizabeth Clare Prophet spoke a bit about past lives, but she always got things half right. I found her in Russia as your wife. I guess you had been Peter the Great.
Well I hope you write your book - I can only say I'm on your side and know that you are talking about real past life experiences.
Past lives always dredge up strange information and yes, the history books are often wrong.

Check this one out!
 

Isis and Iset were identicle twins.

They were both Chariot battalion captains in Pharoe Tuthmosis Ist army.

Female Chariot Battalion Commanders!

It was Tuthmosis the First who Fathered Menkphere by Isis, and Not Thuthmosis the Second!

Menkphere was Maatkare's half brother by Thuthmosis the First!

Thuthmosis I, and Iset were both killed trying to quell an uprising by The Nubians in the upper kingdom soon after Menkphere was concieved by Isis.
Maatkare was nine years old at this time.

As I said, the story is so fantastic....

I must write it all down!

;)

Steps To Freedom
 

Someone planted this in my brain this morning so I feel obliged to send it on.

Step 1 Establish reincarnation as a fact and accept you have had some incarnations that changed the direction of human history and possibly evolution.

Step 2 Recognize your attachments to other people in those lifetimes - see how you meet the same or similar kinds of people again and again and see how these attachments affect your life now in a negative way.

Step 3 Recognize that if you don't heal all conflicts with these indviduals and/or release them from your possessive grasp you will incarnate again and again and experience more pain and suffering.

Step 4 Get healed of your emotional, mental, spiritual and physical pain that these attachments have caused you in this lifetime and previous lifetimes.
(Reiki helps).
Step 5 Once healing and non - attachment begins you start to see reality as it really is - a bit unpleasant actually - also a bit wonderful.

Step 6 Help others awaken.

Step 7 Become Enlightened.

I blame my spirit guides for this one.
Fortunately nobody listens anyway. Still there must be some meaning to life I suppose.

Regards.

Brianstalin
 

Back in the 1980's I used the Dick Sutphen self hypnosis tapes to see past lives. It seemed pretty effective to me. It would get you above your body where you could view these lives. I didn't really feel very emotional viewing these events, but I knew what I (in the past) was feeling in the past lives. I was seperated from the emotional part. I guess I was in 3rd person. 3rd person is when you compartmentalize yourself into a little part of your brain and view yourself from another perspective. I would do that to get through pain like at the dentist or small operations where the painkillers never worked. Instead of me feeling the pain, it was "she" who was feeling the pain. Sleeping and being half awake, I would view past lives, unattached emotionally. Last year, I started muscle testing truth and it was very emotional. I don't really like it, in a way, because you feel things. I felt some of my past lives and felt a lot of guilt. The truth hurts. I seemed to have fallen into depression due to this and other problems in my life. I'm trying everything to be happy, but it's a struggle. Most of the time I believe in reincarnation, but things seem to be going on still in my past lives. Sometimes, I wonder if it is all happenig at once. At times I think this and I feel it is just our perception of what is real at the moment. Sometimes it feels like nothing is real. My daughter told me you see everything backwards and your bain turns it around so you can see it right. When you read this, your bain has to process it right. You take it in and it is scrambled, Your brain has to sort it out. Dyslexics have a hard time with words and sometimes numbers. In their brain "was" might be seen as "saw". I don't know where I'm going with this, I'm just rambling right now, so I better say goodbye until next time. Love Sheryl

Yes!
 

All this is true, and I do read it, and I am listening.

The attachments I have are heavy duty karma, but I am under no oblgation to them, as this endeavor is a labor of love, and I am following my bliss.

Menkpere, heartbroken tried to erase the fact of "Horus as Woman" Hatshepsut, his half-sister/stepmother ever having been. As a result history has been misread.

Any difficulties I may be experiencing in this life are the result of my own actions in this life, and the will of The Creator that I learn a few lessons along the way. I am terribly arrogant in Eternity, so I am being quelled with a generous serving of humble pie....,
and sometimes right in the kisser "Three Stooges Style!" ;)

Past Lives
 

Although past lives are interesting I believe they are ultimately illusions like our present lives. Dreams within dreams. Our present attachments are the problem. We faced the same problems 2000 or 3000 or 4000 years ago and haven't progressed very much really - the problem is false assumption and the worship of our ego. Whether we were slaves or pharaohs in ancient Egypt, uplifted or enslaved our fellow men in other lifetimes doesn't matter. Until we become enlightened we must accept we are victims of spiritual blindness. A bit like rats running around a maze - lifetime after lifetime. The ego is the problem. If we worship ego then our spiritual endeavors will lead to nought.
We aren't separate at all - it's a big lie. We are all God in entirety. I am you and you are me and we are everybody else. That is something mindblowingly wonderful.
That kinda means I was Tutmoses III, Arkhanaten, Peter the Great and everybody else too - sorry about that - you have to move on over while I muscle in on your/our past lives haha. That means my past lives are yours too along with everybody else's. I do appreciate your interest in our past lives though - it is interesting. GRRR!!! Why am I talking to myself!!!????

Brianstalin
 

I'm listening. Past lives really don't mean very much in the long run. What's important is this life. I would like to hear some future lives, though. I find looking into the future interesting. Love, Sheryl

About Peter the Great....
 

I don't recall that one too well,

but I do recall being the son of Catherine the Great,

Loving being a calvalary officer in her Army,

And against her wishes leading my men into battle....

Only to break my Mother's heart by taking an arrow in the throat.

Catherine was Valkyrie by the way.

People may remember her in this time period as.....

Katherine Hepburn!

and I have her permission to make this statement! ;)

Many noteable personages today in showbusiness where the actual personages they may have portrayed in the roles they play.
I keep waiting for Robert Deniro to make a movie about the time we crossed the Alps together on the back of elephants. I wish I could talk to Robert. I know he has this question about the Holy Roman Empire that I can answer for him! ;)

Catherine The Great
 

Well that's interesting about Katherine Hepburn. I'm not sure she was Catherine the Great as I believe she had been a man during that lifetime. However....
Spencer Tracey was one of the brothers of Grigori Orlov. Grigori was one of Catherine the Great's lovers (in fact I suspect Katherine had been Grigori).
The oldest of the four Orlov brothers was Ivan Grigoryevich Orlov (Spencer Tracey) (1733-1791). After his father's death in 1746 he became the head of the family; all Orlov brothers looked upon him and respected him as father.

Katherine The Great
 

It did strike me as odd that you got an arrow in the throat- as it seems a bit late for bows and arrows - but I'm not going to contradict you on that one.
Still the Spencer Tracey thing adds weight to your story.
Maybe Katherine was your father in that lifetime then instead of your mother. Have to keep an open mind about these things I guess.

The true answer lies in the Akashic Records somewhere.
Regards
PS I don't mean to seem argumentative. So far I've only come across 3 people (who have gone public that is) who seemed to have divined their past lives with a high degree of accuracy - they being Aleister Crowley,Guy Ballard and Shirley Maclaine.

Brianstalin and Osiris
 

This thread is so intriguing. The pictures are fantastic. Notice again the high collars. Katherin Hepburn used to wear a lot of turtle necks and later on , often wore her hair as practically a helmut. She'd probably take exception to my saying that. Sorry, Kate. Love you. Sheryl

The Truth Hurts
 

Dear Sheryl,
I was reading your post about Dick Sutphen and the hypnosis tapes and it's true that the truth hurts. It would be paradise just to live once and return to oblivion don't you think?
When I started past life readings I had fixed ideas on who I had been in my past lives. I would go and see my pendulum master and he would upset my applecart and say no you were this or that person instead. I went away fuming - what does he know about MY past lives I thought. I really thought I knew better than he did and perhaps I had more natural skill at dowsing past lives than he did. I persisted with my pendulum practice for a couple of years and Time proved my pendulum master right again and again and again. It was a humbling experience. It was good training though. Later I also dug up a few past lives which I am quite ashamed about. How could I have done such terrible things - what could I have been thinking?
Our egoes demand that we were great and wonderful people in our past lives. The funny thing is we were great and wonderful, but sometimes not the specific people we thought we were. It's easier to dowse the past lives of others objectively. When I dowse my own I often get second or third opinions just in case. The ego hates the truth doesn't it?

Question: Where does illusion end and truth begin?
Answer: With the death of the ego.

Regards