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Billy Meier Case - Pleiadian Control System - Deborah Goldstern

The Billy Meier Case Control System Pleiadian

Deborah Goldstern

Billy Meier

These days I received the news of the death of Wendell Stevens, who in life was one of the staunchest defenders of Swiss contacted controversial case of Billy Meier. I had a chance to meet Stevens in person during his last visit to Argentina, and I talk about some issues, including that of Billy Meier and personal research that this military issue devoted to the always enigmatic Tayos.

During this exchange and to consult on whether Meier still held contact with the Pleiadians, Stevens nodded affirmatively, noting that these "contacts were no longer produced in the famous Swiss countryside, but the visits were in the bedroom of Meir, the I reaffirmed the presumption that I've been holding on a control system that works not only on earth but throughout the solar system. Of course, when I spoke to Stevens about the possibility my thoughts were still not as delineated as now, and would spend time before you start stating these assumptions currently crystallized Underground Chronicle.

In the history of ufology for Billy Meir was quickly dismissed, struck by a large majority of scholars as an elaborate fraud and that it was not worth further investigation. In my view although there are some points that if they confirm the deception can not be entirely ruled Meier's experience, especially to review some points of the Swiss experience, focusing on his childhood, that I personally consider intriguing and worthy of attention.

To illustrate to the reader and control support our thesis, we chose a passage from one of the few materials published in English on the topic, entitled "Light Years: An investigation into extraterrestrial experiences of Eduard Meier, the American researcher Gary Kinder, and again we see the shadow of our "unknown superiors."

Back at the farmhouse kitchen, Meier did not hesitate to tell Stevens the long history of involvement with the Pleiadians, which had begun in his childhood. He said his first sighting of an alien spacecraft took place one morning when he was just five years.

was in 1942. I was with my father, "said Meier," and I was behind the house under a walnut tree in midsummer. When I saw the ship fly, I thought it strange. Only appeared in our world, but somehow she felt that it was familiar to me. Fell from the sky to the tower of the church, then headed towards us and then away to the west. It was fast, very fast. I watched all this for a minute and a half maybe, and he walked away toward the West, it took only seconds.

object Meier reminded a large disk flying only 200 feet above the ground, completely silent, then disappeared by the Horagenwald, asked his father:

-Dad, what has happened here? But his father only replied:
"It's a secret weapon of Adolph Hitler.
"I was thinking it could not be true," said Meier-
, there was something else. I do not know if my father noticed what he saw, because it was more concerned with that case. But I started to watch the sky, day and night.

Stevens told Meier that went two months before returning to see the silver frisbee, this time slow down to a field where he was playing alone. But as the disc approached the height of the grass, suddenly, without a sound, vanished. After a few moments drive away, something "like a voice" rose inside her head accompanied by a figure or figures vivid in his mind, then the voice spoke to him once a day. Was required to answer and seek answers for yourself.

"At first, did not receive complete words or phrases," said Stevens. It was like images. Over time these images were converted into words and phrases. Once I tried to play one of these symbols, but I was not able to.

Disturbed by the voice and the images they had 'in his head, spoke with Parson Meier Zimmermann, the Protestant minister of the people, about the great Frisbee had seen, and the voice that entered his head shortly after . Zimmermann had a reputation in the village of being a lover of mysticism and to be more liberal in their thinking than most of his parishioners.
Parson knew
-Zimmermann, "said Meier. It was the family priest, and I used to play with their children. Another reason was to see was that although I was a poor boy, I had heard that addressed issues mystics. I told him the experience had with my father and heard voices inside me, telepathic calls. So I went to him because I thought I was going crazy. I used to go after school because he was not far from it. He said he knew things about those flying objects, the time was not yet called them UFOs, and that it was not a new thing for him. The people who flew in them came from another world, not Earth. He told me he understood, but could not say anything ..

was a priest and that would shock people. He asked me to try to learn telepathy to provide appropriate responses. For 10 well, I tried to do 10 they told me. After a few weeks it worked, and was able to respond. I remember very well that Father Zimmermann told me not to talk about this with anyone, because, otherwise, everyone would say I was crazy.

For 10 So when he heard the voice speaking to him, the young Meier was to direct their thoughts inward, and before the pass has long felt that those thoughts came into contact with something .

"The first reaction from the other side," he went was like a gentle smile and fine, I heard on Top 10 depths of me, and I felt comfortable and relaxed. I still hear that laugh, but I can not define it. It was a very loving laughter.

then contact faded once more, and Meier and heard voices or became aware of the existence of images. Suddenly, all was silent again.

On February 3, 1944, when Meier was seven, a new voice, low and clear, came into your conscious mind, 'and ordered me to learn and pick up the knowledge they passed me, "Meier feared that the clarity of new voice that had significantly which had finally succumbed to the madness.

"My fear was that, as a boy, lacked any experience of telepathic affair. Again I went to Parson 10 Zimmermann to tell what was happening. He told me little by little I understood. That voice was clear and serious Meier heard belonged to a creature called Sfath, whose techniques continued transmission of thought frequently during the summer of 1944. Then one day in September, while Meier was alone in a meadow, suddenly announced Sfath telepathically, and told the guy that I should wait there and not be afraid.



"This happened some time later and far from our home," explained Meier. I was five or six miles behind a very dense forest, a lonely place. There I saw something falling from the sky, slowly, very slowly, and every time he got older. It was something like a metal bulb. Then he opened a ramp that descended like an elevator. I went into the ship and went up above the Earth. There was an old man watching me like a patriarch. Sfath called. He was a human being like any other here on Earth, except very old. We talked for hours and then took me back to the ground. The funny thing was I knew my mother tongue better than me. The venerable Sfath

told Meier that would only continue as his spiritual mentor during the first years of the fifties, when a much higher proportion of life would be responsible for subsequent lessons. Meier had been selected for a mission, but Sfath revealed that would be decades before the boy knows his nature. Until that time arrived, Meier should be prepared to deal with many things, some of which would once again questioned his sanity, and others that could potentially produce physical damage. After four hours Sfath Meier took her back to the meadow and then departed. The boy is not seen again. For many years thereafter, continued to transmit thoughts Meier, preparing, it seemed, for the next step in their spiritual evolution. Then, on February 3, 1953, when Meier and was sixteen, voice Sfath forever ceased echoing in his mind.

several months passed before the silence was broken again saw a new voice, a present and I talked to him. Unlike the smooth and harmonious tone Sfath, the new voice sounded young and fresh, full of strength. Asket called.

Asket came from the DAL Universe.

"is unfamiliar to your world-Meier lectured," but our universe is parallel to yours. Counting your time is in same plane. Many of the universe is in flat space-time and completely unknown to you. Because of technological development, the barrier can be opened from our universe to yours. "

Meier counted twelve when he spent eight months in a tuberculosis sanatorium, and at fourteen the juvenile court ordered him to do Albisbrunn correctional constantly steers. There. spent three years before the authorities returned him to his parents, and left school without completing primary education. Working age and had various jobs, from installing sewer pipes to milk cows. On one occasion, with several other young was arrested by police for theft and sent to the remand of Aarburg, where he joined the Foreign Legion, French, deserted a few months after completing the investigation and returned to Switzerland, to the detention center. Stevens told him that after his teenage years, reformatory and performance of rare trades, Asket encouraged him to venture into the world to explore and learn things. Inspired by these teachings telepathic and its consolidation, Meier explained that began its first trip to the Middle East in 1958.

He told me I was out there for myself and saw what was really "counted - because there is a connection to past lives. The most important places were Jerusalem, Bethlehem and Jordan. Were important back East Pakistan, the foothills of the Himalayas and India, especially Delhi and Mehrauli. I should add also Turkey. All this had a connection with Emmanuel was his path and where he lived. It told me to make contact with certain people, some of which I expected, as they were already informed. In Mehrauli learned the Buddha's teachings and philosophy by a Buddhist monk.

spent weeks and even months without contact with Asket. Then suddenly his voice came to be inside his mind, indicating that he wished to convey information.

"Do you have time?" He asked.

Most of the time said yes, because his statement was more important than anything else. And if yes, she continued:

"Want to go to this place tomorrow and see with these people?" Or, "I want to go there and you to deal with this." Or: "I want you to that site and learn this. "

" It's something very normal, "she told Stevens. It's like if you call me and tell me: 'Billy, do you have time to do such a thing? "For it is the same. Meier

considered that busy as a part of the mission entrusted to him as a boy. Was 'instructive', he explained to Stevens, "was known to man, the soul of man, human life, the history of knowledge." Also had to learn things about nature.

"You learn a lot from nature - he said -. Observe the plants and animals, everything that exists, how it comes to life, how he dies, how they can live together. That's how I learned the laws and commandments of nature. The laws and commandments of nature are the same as the laws and commandments of Creation. Creation is not a separate power creation is everywhere.

By visiting many sites, Greece, Turkey, Syria, Jordan, Iraq, Saudi Arabia and then through Kuwait, Iran, to East Pakistan and finally India, Meier had traveled "by land, cars, hitchhiking , bus, train and boat. " Found work as a snake hunter and gardener, drove trucks loaded with nitroglycerin, sang in the streets, served tables, raised pigs, passed by a veterinarian, was a coach, he worked as a nurse, picked grapes, designed jewelry, staged puppet shows, raised hens and taught German, all as told Stevens, under the tutelage of Asket. During his travels he earned the nickname Billy, as a result of his love for the American West and popular heroes such as Billy the Kid, Buffalo Bill and Wild Bill Hickok. Meier

While wandering from country to country, from job to job, continuing the teachings telepathic Asket started by Sfath, imparting great spiritual knowledge. He said:

"I have chosen as a genuine bidder, like many others in earlier times before you. Have more knowledge than any other earthly being of your time. And because of this, you will be under the control and protection of certain forms of life that protect, guide, lead and form. This implies a law of creation that can not be disobeyed in any way, since the real bidders are not called for its mission at a certain age, they are already used to it from the moment of procreation. Such a life can be difficult, because the chosen creature must perceive some extraordinary things.

Near the coastal town of Iskenderun, Turkey, on August 3, 1965, travel to the Middle East, Meier was a passenger in an old bus when it collided with another, leaving it for a window. The accident severed her left arm just above the elbow. Told Stevens was left for dead on the side of the road and lay unconscious for several hours until a doctor came by accident, he inspected in search of vital signs and sent him to a local hospital. He was hospitalized for two weeks and when he felt well enough to travel again, he began traveling to Greece, where he stayed in a hotel in Thessaloniki, selling shirts "in German, with my hand, my eyes, my mouth, with my feet with a pencil and paper. " At a Christmas party that year, he met a Greek girl of seventeen named Kaliope Zafireou.

found in India in 1964, was permitted to photograph Asket their spaceship on the outskirts of Mehrauli. In the photo, the device has a clear disk-shaped top and a small dome, but beyond that no further details. Meier still had the photo and showed it to Stevens.

That year, Asket as Sfath before she left him. In his final touch, he was informed that, in their own interest, like that of his new contacts, should be "monitored" during the next eleven years. At the end of this time, if they made sure he had achieved the appropriate spiritual plane to have a face to face, the new beings will reveal their presence.

"Your ancestors came of the constellation Lyra, Asket told, "and when you are mature enough to hear the new teachings concerning these issues, get the answers of the descendants of your own ancestors. The eternal truth always remains the eternal truth. And thus ended the story Meier about his encounters with youth.

Wendell Stevens had at the time of his death with an impressive resume. "Retired Air Force in 1963, after twenty-three years of active service, with more than four thousand hours of flight and to permit" top secret. " Graduate School of Army Air Corps for pilot training at the age of twenty Stevens was appointed development officer for fighter aircraft "P-47", and during the Second World War, was in command an aircraft maintenance squadron, participating only in limited fighting in the Pacific.

After the war, the Air Force assigned him to the Center of the Air Technical Intelligence at Wright Field, where he reviewed thousands of documents and drawings of Advanced Aerospace which took over the Americans when the Germans left their factories and centers aircraft designs. "

Long before 1947, Stevens known as UFO encounters of pilots, leading to interrogate and investigate hundreds of cases. This interest led to Steven became an authority on UFO, reaching a count of more numerous libraries in the area, about 700 titles, not to mention the impressive photographic material, more than 3000 outlets throughout the world. Their meeting in 1976 with Billy Meier changed his life forever, and took a skeptical position from the start, convinced of the veracity of the Swiss.

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Unknown Superiors - Control System on Earth II - Deborah Goldstern

Unknown Superiors

Control System on Earth II

Deborah Goldstern

Today we present a new story that continues the saga of the Unknown Superiors, where the control system becomes to reveal in all its glory. Again the venue chosen is South America, based in Argentina.

History belongs to an astronomer Damián Mast, who recalls the incident that took place a few years ago, and in which we find situations that are repeated as the actions of this mysterious organization, which operates on the ground say, which is strongly linked to the "enigma of enigmas," the UFO phenomenon.

Attend the reader.

who were there were
Damián Mast


was not until I decided to write this story, I became aware of how it happened that later influenced my future. But I'll do this analysis elsewhere. I can hardly believe it's been so many years and only now I have to tell it. Try to be as objective as possible, though time, as we know, makes his own.

should make the caveat, again, that these are the facts registered as a twelve year old boy playing football and games of the Commodore 64, like any other boy his age. And he had a detective agency.
agency
Julian & Damian, detectives and told them their destiny and on another occasion. The damn customary for children to do things by vocation, without seeking financial gain, must have been the cause of the break-now that I think, of so noble undertaking. Although this happened long after that afternoon, sitting at the computer monitor on the corner of my eye I saw the full moon through the balcony window. It was three afternoon.

not remember what would have been playing. I do remember is that it was multiplayer, that is, play one and then passes the joystick to the other. Julian was totally focused on the game. I was surprised by my vision of the Moon in full nap, looking at the piece of sky that would let me see the window, a trace of that light. Obviously, there was nothing. It was impossible to see the moon at that hour and at altitudes as low on the horizon. In addition, it was not the pale moon that is usually seen during the day, but a brilliant album.

"would have sworn that I saw the moon," said Julian was still engrossed in the game. I paid no attention, "and was very bright, very rare." See the moon does not seem to be something that justifies my surprise, even at this afternoon, but, moved by a strange curiosity, I was quickly out to the balcony on the third floor of Wheelwright street where we lived with my family, facing the river Paraná .

those years, before the construction of Spain Park, in front of my apartment was the railroad abandoned. One crossed the street and met a wall four feet high and many blocks long, built by the British in the late nineteenth century. Behind that wall, which could only be pierced by a pair of separate entries about three or four blocks, were the railroad tracks. After going through abandoned cars that served as refuge for several hobos had a set of sheds. Today, those houses have been transformed into restaurants and bars of a certain class, but that afternoon I was leaning over the balcony looking for the moon, were still used as a store of bottles in the middle of abandoned rail facilities. Red brick gable-style English, had only its interior mountains of empty bottles into crates. Passing these houses, began the Paraná River Canyon ending, ten feet below, with fishing docks. On both sides of deposit that was just off my balcony (see photo below), there were two mountains of bottles. Were those bottles which suddenly lit up as if the sun had been born behind the tank.

light gradually grew to appear above the barn and then went out, so smoothly as it had begun. I stared at, to see if my eyes had not deceived by some strange mirror, feeling the heart beating under my shirt. "Julian," a voice called neutral, almost professional-now-I like to think, to see again how everything was lit on the sides of the tank and then overflowed light above the gabled roof. For when Julian went to the balcony, the light had gone out again. "There is something behind the barn," he said, pointing toward the river, "something that illuminates everything back there." Not that Julian did not believe me, but "something" is a term too broad to generate curiosity. The point is that after a few minutes scanning the horizon, Julian came back into the department. Had not introduced the waist, when that sun rose again. "There!" I cried, "did you see?". This time, with Julian again with me in the balcony on the third floor of street Wheelwright, whatever was behind the shed of the railway began to beat.

Within five minutes I was sweeping the area with my grandfather's old binoculars. Julian looked at me excitedly, attentive to every detail that could not be perceived with the naked eye. Held in his hands, ready to shoot, our camera: a Kodak pocket classic movie 110. It should not surprise the reader with the speed with which the team met. At the end of the day, we were detectives.

With the exception of the deposit, all the facilities from the wall facing the street to the canyon for the date on which narrate the events that were completely abandoned. While there were some roads, paved with cobblestones from the time of the English, used very occasionally for trucks to load and unload the bottles, the area was only traveled by fishermen heading to the docks. The frequency with which the beat was growing light. Julian was when I pulled the arm, quietly, pointing to the right. Lowering the binoculars, I see that one way of approaching quickly, judging by the clouds of dust left behind, two black cars. A Renault 18 and a Peugeot 504. I remember the image of those cars that seemed to be running a rally inside the circle cut out of the optics. When she came to the warehouse, slowed sharply, skidding and the car still moving, all the doors opened in unison. It fell like a rehearsed choreography, the eight passengers at once. Four out of car, including drivers, leaving the door wide open. They all wore suits, jacket and tie clerk, completely black.

I realize that my heart, twenty years older, is excited as I looked at that child, alternating between the prismatic and direct view, as if trying to see if it was the instrument that was hallucinating, two groups of four men each, which ran with almost military coordination at the back of the tank. Outside the wind rages. Seems to be a typical summer storm. A branch hit my window, I can not help watch every so often, and I returned to the present. Far from the light that ever beat more strongly and more frequently. The men in black suits as a clerk, who had left their black car in front of the tank with four doors open wide, missing the race towards the light.

made a mistake And there is nothing worth two detectives. Often raises the intellectual game machine to travel back in time and find time with your self younger. The game is to respond without revealing your identity, what advice would you give. For my part, I kneel down so that our eyes are the same height, take from the shoulders and say: "Study what you fancy, go anywhere, do not you confess your love to any of the girls that dream and you will dream every night and every morning, if you dare, but for goodness' sake in the world, the afternoon of 13 September 1983, break. That is one of you on the balcony and the other up to the terrace alone. "

Visiting the seven floors that separated the apartment from the terrace, running down the stairs to avoid delays in the elevator, took us less than three minutes. Since the tenth can be seen throughout the island unfolds before Rosario, crossing the Paraná. We stayed a while chewing the anger in silence, looking down, the camera hanging useless doll Julian, I holding the binoculars to his chest. A few hundred meters below our feet, we could see the railroad barn guarded only by a mountain of bottles. No light. No car.

Without haste, with the certainty that we would not find anything, got off and crossed the wall separating the street from the railroad. One of the entries was a few meters from my house. Cross tract scrutinizing every square meter. I stopped a while in front of the tank, watching the pavement with the memory of black cars skidding. Julian was reaching the back of the tank, so I rushed to reach out and share the moment of a possible discovery. The tank, the side facing the river, had a tin-roofed gallery. Between the gallery and the ravine were about twenty meters. After a while walking in circles, kicking stones and seeing the little weeds growing between the crevices of the broken tiles, we decided that there was no trace or clue of what had happened less than an hour. We again home defeated, powerless, feeling that our noses things happened that we were not able to understand, but we had an obligation to investigate. Although we did not know how. The feeling that everything ended there and that we would never know anything about the strange light, we lasted until the next morning to open the local newspaper.

The Capital, the largest newspaper in the city, titled one of its inside pages, inside a small box, below right, "UFO over the city of Rosario, and continued the article" Yesterday afternoon Several readers of this journal is communicating with our newsroom to report that were seeing a strange light moving in the sky Rosario. Airport authorities told this newspaper that there has been no abnormal phenomenon. " At school was the comment of all. Several people had witnessed the "strange light in the sky", including my teacher who had very surprised: "He moved back and forth with incredible speed. When one looked, it seemed as if to hide behind buildings. It was as if he had intelligence. " Julian looked at us without saying a word, nodding and smiling.

remember what caught my attention at the time, were the comments about intelligent behavior of light. It was the only thing that did not close on the facts. How can a ship be aware that a woman from more than one million people, hanging out the washing in the yard, each detected both in heaven and hide like a fairy playing in the woods?

That question haunted me for many years until I came across on the Internet with a guy who was talking about two different scenarios. My problem was that until then I had only known of the bunch of nuts and bolts.

knew of the existence of "Men in Black " many years later.

Who are these characters, even I do not know. I can not believe that if aliens or not belong to this dimension, need to be mobilized in a Renault 18. The truth is that something looked outside my house that afternoon.

I returned a couple of times, after many years, to walk along the river between the bars and restaurants that occupy the area. If you go by Rosario, know that there is now grilled Don Ferro. I usually get standing on the cliff, watching the people laughing and drinking beer. I wonder if you know what happened there twenty five years ago. Obviously not, nobody knows. Well, actually there are those who do know. The breeze on the banks of the Parana is warm, but I can not help but feel, as I stand there, a slight chill in the back. The feeling of being watched all know it.

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Secrets of Lemuria - Deborah Goldstern

Secrets of Lemuria
Deborah Goldstern

Alvizuri The great Antonio Portugal, and Chronic Underground.
2010-Andes-Bolivia Tiahuanaco Ruins

who writes again after a period of reflection takes Chronicle Underground, in the second half of the year.

are still many mysteries be addressed, as is our custom, we chose to begin this stage, a story of our friend and colleague Antonio Portugal Alvizuri, who in his book "Secret Cities in the Andes", collects personal data about a mystery surrounding the South American continent, connected to the mysterious continent of Lemuria.

Based in Bolivia, the report suggests that secrets have yet to reveal his seat in one of the sacred mountains of that country, the Mururata.

As always we can match or not, but it is worth reviewing the history, but to doubt its veracity.

The reader has the last word.

Secrets of Lemuria hidden in the mountains of Mururata

Lemuria had saved his knowledge and he had saved many of its inhabitants. Thus dedicated their desperate efforts to move citizens of such a great continent, with astral guardians at the sites listed, to be the custodians of all the wealth, knowledge and technology that were bequeathed to the future.

is for this reason the guards are still guarding astral eye on you then so splendid and secrets. The moment that humankind can discover see with admiration that there are also the dead bodies the Great Masters. These magnificent creatures were giants relative to our scale. Many of them had one eye (cyclops), and reach a height over three feet high. Her remains are now well preserved, not only in the Mururata, but in Tiwanaku and forests of the department of Beni, Bolivia. Said they did so in large spacecraft and they used levitation, which they used.


powerful organizations seek these secrets.

On Earth there are groups and institutions from developed countries who know the power that protects this mountain, they also know they are saved the technology and machinery brought from Lemuria, which can save or destroy the planet. For this reason they have been looking unsuccessfully and with great effort the opportunities to find the exact location of the physical input to the interior. They have also tried to enter the sacred Mururata using other dimensions. For this task have used satellites specialized surveys and research, have also sent secret missions made up of climbers who reached the city of La Paz disguised as mere athletes. So they had organized a panel consisting of Bolivian and foreign envoys to find the entry.

They were diverted on the way pre-Columbian Mururata Takesi to access, through the mountainside and Chojlla mine around in the Yungas region. Also powerful telescopes installed in order to find the entrance, bearing in mind that they know is not easily accessible to humans by the cliffs that exist in that side of the mountain. Many of them know that this is another dimension, yet they have continued to try to find it without success.

why we must thank the higher beings that are "protective guardian", which permanently monitor the Mururata. They are protective of the high astral. Either human or entities can violate this entry. Humanity can be accessed as 2020, special date that my guides tell me. Perhaps then I have the privilege of being in such splendid caverns, knowing their closely guarded secrets. Legend

Mururata .

In the Andes was a big mountain called Khun, which was the highest in the world, crossing the summit the same sky, and so great was terrifying and humiliating to all that were against him. Claimed to be better than what nature and God had given. This mountain was beautiful, had the form of a perfect cone, I could see from the three Americas. It was even much higher than the mountains of HUMA Halay (or Himalaya, which in the Aymara language means "where the waters fall), and even higher than Aconcagua, Illimani Illampu and the same.

Manko was outraged by the arrogance and pride of Khun and scolded him saying SARJAMA! in the Aymara language means [stay away! Although it was a God of love and kindness, Manku had to restore the glory and grandeur of his family, in a moment of rage gripped his sling in it a stone and threw it with such anger that grew larger, as in that stone out of his body rabies disenchantment by such evil. When you hit the target, the mountain split in two on impact, the top of the summit of Khun, still full of snow, flew thousands of miles, to fall into the western mountains.

Since that time, the base of the mountain stood beside his brother Illimani. Is designated by the name of the mountain of Mururata, the Aymara language like that headed by the stone that God gave him Manku. The top went to the Western Cordillera, and is called Sajama, which in the Aymara language means "go" (Sarjama ).