Wednesday, August 23rd., 2017
James Casbolt (Michael Prince) - Clavius Moon Base
James Casbolt (Michael Prince) - Clavius Moon Base
https://youtu.be/N6J22aYwKAs
Δημοσιεύτηκε στις 26 Οκτ 2013
"I've
been to the Clavius Moon Base before. This was during my transference
between the Berkshire and the Malaysian base in 1981 when I was put in
cryostasis!" - James Casbolt
TS (R) - CLAVIUS
Subj: X4566-2 (casj)
Assessment for Covert Tasking:
(1) Unstable implant (series TETRA) has made X4566-2 unsuitable for liquidation CovOps.
(2) Recommend X4566-2 be retained for obs. and released into general pop. for FALLOW-RIGHT double-blind testing.
COMD-CLAVIUS
October 4, 1988
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File taken from NSA database
COMD-CLAVIUS- Commander of Clavius facility- NSA facility on darkside of moon.
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1987-1988 Clavius moon base
I am sat in front of computer on seat. Blond maj woman in room with me. The computer communicates to me with same digital female voice from the space battle simulations from RAF Alconbury. I am shown moving geometrical shapes as huge amounts of data are downloaded into me in a short time. I am shown two planets- TETRA-NOR and TEYGETA with rings, defense craft and forces around the planets. I am told 'we' are a computerized race ( Ascended Machine Technology ) and the digital voice talking to me is a living being who can inhabit physical bodies. The aim of our race is to exist perpetually on these higher dimensional planets and others like them, where war is non-existent. I am told that myself and others like me have been trapped in the defense rings protecting these planets and locked into repeating cycles of war. The defense rings are necessary I am told but the aim of the beings involved with these protective nets is to accomplish the following:
-Complete a set number of cycles of defense and then travel to the planet itself to exist there- thereby letting the group under us take our place and learn from our experience. It turns out we have become addicted to war and are trapped within the rings.
My future on earth is then scanned. Two separate versions of my future are shown on the screen. The two timelines switch back and forth extremely quickly and then settle in the second timeline
1988 Clavius Moon Base
A series of military R&D tests now begin to ascertain whether, in typical addict fashion, our generation can go down the route of peace but still be involved in small amounts of military campaigns, wars and killing. Our group of children are dressed in tight fitting suits, more briefings take place and then we are taken to sleeping quarters in the facility. I see strange bi-pedal metallic robots walking around the corridors as well as various EBE types walking with humans. The R&D tests start with some kind of carousel based experiments where four of us are seated in a large pod/dome shaped glass or plastic enclosure. There are four seats in each corner and we are strapped in and the seats spun extremely fast. It is kind of fun. The pod around us collects energy and data when this is done.
Next I enter a training area in a large room and a small audience comes in and takes their seats. George Bush Snr is in attendance. I am to participate in a bare-knuckled fight with another of the older boys from the second unit. One of my handlers at this time was a dark-haired man with a thin to medium build and approximately 5'11" tall. Sometimes he wore suit pants, a white shirt and tie, and other times he wore a dark special forces "all in one" type jumpsuit that I have seen many people wear over the years. He had an American accent. When the fight began, I hit the other boy with a right cross and knocked him onto the floor, then stomped on his head. At this point, the fight was stopped, and I was greatly praised by this man. After this, a kitten was brought in as my reward, and then events turned savage again. The handlers always went from being extremely kind to sadistic in order to confuse you. I was handed a knife and told to stab the kitten to death. I refused, and the commander screamed in my face and started slapping me. I still refused, and the beating became harder. I started to dissociate and went into a kind of stupor. Another man, with an American accent, in the audience yelled "Kill it yourself", to the commander, to which he replied, "Yes sir." He then killed the kitten himself. That is all for the day.
TS (R) - CLAVIUS
Subj: X4566-2 (casj)
Assessment for Covert Tasking:
(1) Unstable implant (series TETRA) has made X4566-2 unsuitable for liquidation CovOps.
(2) Recommend X4566-2 be retained for obs. and released into general pop. for FALLOW-RIGHT double-blind testing.
COMD-CLAVIUS
October 4, 1988
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File taken from NSA database
COMD-CLAVIUS- Commander of Clavius facility- NSA facility on darkside of moon.
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1987-1988 Clavius moon base
I am sat in front of computer on seat. Blond maj woman in room with me. The computer communicates to me with same digital female voice from the space battle simulations from RAF Alconbury. I am shown moving geometrical shapes as huge amounts of data are downloaded into me in a short time. I am shown two planets- TETRA-NOR and TEYGETA with rings, defense craft and forces around the planets. I am told 'we' are a computerized race ( Ascended Machine Technology ) and the digital voice talking to me is a living being who can inhabit physical bodies. The aim of our race is to exist perpetually on these higher dimensional planets and others like them, where war is non-existent. I am told that myself and others like me have been trapped in the defense rings protecting these planets and locked into repeating cycles of war. The defense rings are necessary I am told but the aim of the beings involved with these protective nets is to accomplish the following:
-Complete a set number of cycles of defense and then travel to the planet itself to exist there- thereby letting the group under us take our place and learn from our experience. It turns out we have become addicted to war and are trapped within the rings.
My future on earth is then scanned. Two separate versions of my future are shown on the screen. The two timelines switch back and forth extremely quickly and then settle in the second timeline
1988 Clavius Moon Base
A series of military R&D tests now begin to ascertain whether, in typical addict fashion, our generation can go down the route of peace but still be involved in small amounts of military campaigns, wars and killing. Our group of children are dressed in tight fitting suits, more briefings take place and then we are taken to sleeping quarters in the facility. I see strange bi-pedal metallic robots walking around the corridors as well as various EBE types walking with humans. The R&D tests start with some kind of carousel based experiments where four of us are seated in a large pod/dome shaped glass or plastic enclosure. There are four seats in each corner and we are strapped in and the seats spun extremely fast. It is kind of fun. The pod around us collects energy and data when this is done.
Next I enter a training area in a large room and a small audience comes in and takes their seats. George Bush Snr is in attendance. I am to participate in a bare-knuckled fight with another of the older boys from the second unit. One of my handlers at this time was a dark-haired man with a thin to medium build and approximately 5'11" tall. Sometimes he wore suit pants, a white shirt and tie, and other times he wore a dark special forces "all in one" type jumpsuit that I have seen many people wear over the years. He had an American accent. When the fight began, I hit the other boy with a right cross and knocked him onto the floor, then stomped on his head. At this point, the fight was stopped, and I was greatly praised by this man. After this, a kitten was brought in as my reward, and then events turned savage again. The handlers always went from being extremely kind to sadistic in order to confuse you. I was handed a knife and told to stab the kitten to death. I refused, and the commander screamed in my face and started slapping me. I still refused, and the beating became harder. I started to dissociate and went into a kind of stupor. Another man, with an American accent, in the audience yelled "Kill it yourself", to the commander, to which he replied, "Yes sir." He then killed the kitten himself. That is all for the day.