Otto Skorzeny
There was a lot going on; Lots of people in the house, in and outside of it. I was in the house with Otto Skorzeny.
He appeared to be opening drawers and rifling around in his office, standing up and moving around, while I was standing talking to him, in my inquisitive, direct and friendly manner. I pursued my line of inquiry while he kept on with his shuffling. 2 smaller stature men came into the room. There was some talk btwn them and Otto dealt with them.
I excused myself and this presented some relief to Otto. I shortly came back into the room and the scene changed to a drive by shooting at a school yard type of setting. I was in the car.
There were 2 others, perhaps children in with me. It appeared that Otto the man hurtled his fist through the glass from the yard as we drove by on the road, but the damage manifested as a what a bullet would do. (This was a projectile force that extended far beyond normal human arm length.) About a year or two later I read a sci fi book about the last druid on earth warring with a group of Hissidic Jews who used their long beards to form the exact same type of overextended punch. I know it sounds like a reach, but lightbulbs went on.
Scene switch again, back at the house; I enter through the doors behind Otto, who is sitting and eating lunch with the 2 men (I imagine they were 2 little Nazis like Georing and Ghelen). As I approached him, he immediately says he is sorry for what he did back at the school yard and we both laughed. I continue into the room toward the kitchen area and talk to the women.
There were 2 prominent older women in the house the whole time. They tell me that I can come over and cook for them anytime and I think one of them hugged me. Now as I was doing all this, as I said, there was a lot going on. I was getting information from LOTS of beings there.
I had to deal with all this chatter to get to Otto. And there were lots of people there in the background. Dealing with all of them, in fact, was preventing me from dealing with him, however not completely, and these 2 women were his family. The 2 men were not.
There were more family members behind these two women, children too. I was communicating with my people as well, letting them know who Skorzeny was.
The most historical thing he is famous for is that he freed Mussolini in a glider raid during WW2. I informed my people in the dream of this. Perhaps it was the kids in the car.
This is not the first time I have dreamt of Otto Skorzeny and his family. He has, in my opinion, been the best whistle blower of the Nazi paperclip lot. First he leaked his memoirs to Orion before he died, then his family sold some of his papers at auction that were bought by Major Ralph Ganis who authored The Skorzeny Papers.
Joseph Mengele
Quite often in the dream, I will remember that I had other dreams about the same thing. If I go down those roads in the dream, I will lose my current dream, so I try to flash remember and get back to the dream that is happening.
This Mengele sighting image was got from a yearbook published in 1949 by Hopital Saint Michel Archange in Quebec city. The guy in the chair looks a lot like my dad, who was admitted to a mental hospital around the same time after a "nervous breakdown" he had while attending St. Peter's seminary in London On. My dad was 18 or 19 yrs old there.
In this dream, I was dreaming of a guy with dark hair in a white lab coat. Some part of me that was observing the dream had to tell myself that this is how Mengele looked. If you have done any research on Mengele, you will know that he was oft seen wearing his characteristic white lab coat.
He has it on in many of the images he is in, including the ones brought out by Orion, who wrote The Bush Connection, which is full of intel gained from the end of days testimony of Otto Skorzeny of the 3rd Reich. Otto was pissed the CIA owed him money and decided to blow the beans in his nineties to one of his neighbours, Erik Orion.
One survivor has a lot to say about Joseph Mengele’s unknown daughter who was living as a perfect suburban housewife elite illuminati luciferian ritual going Jewish mother of 3 or 4 in Enid Oklahoma the US in the 70's and 80's.
Another survivor was an abused foster kid with multiple horror stories and a permanent learning disability gained from being drug tested as a child as far back as she can remember with $500 worth of monthly meds. She never did anything to warrant this cocktail. She was on them as long as she could remember.
Her doctor was the famous "Dr. Green" whom she visited once a month until about '77 in small town British Columbia. She has identified him as Mengele from web photos. There are many other survivor stories with Mengele in them.
In my dream, he was very busy. He was doing this, doing that. There was something kind of dopey about him. Once I came from outside the dream to recognize it might be Mengele, the dream switched to White Rock, BC. I lived in White Rock for more than 5 years on and off.
I was down on Marine Drive, but it was different from reality. It was nicer. There was an old house that I was in the main floor of. This house was listed on Air BnB. The upstairs was anyway.
I looked at it from the ground floor and saw a desirable little suite with the sun reflecting off the patio table. There was a large well maintained grass lawn around the house that I had come upon first. I realized the lawn was part of the house, although it seemed more like a public park.
This place was probably the house I used to rent on Marine Drive that was rumoured to be one of Al Capone's old places. Anyway, I left that place and started walking down the sidewalk towards the busier side of town. On my way, these 2 beasts started barrelling towards me from the rear. At first they looked like giant wart hogs or wildebeests but they soon turned into a couple of wolf dogs. Large ones.
They were dangerous, but I knew that I had seen them before and I wasn't afraid. I let them whiz by me on their mission to scare the hell out of people. They didn't seem to notice me. A couple other guys (spooks) were there and I made a point of talking to them. I asked if they had ever seen them before and one of them had. He said there is a lab where they go. He saw them around there in a cave with 2 young drug addicts.
Comments
Ellen Atkin
Well this is why I do this. Lex. Thank you. If I can provide a platform for this information to be entered into the zeitgeist (!), then I am proud. Thank you for your testimony. Much has been spoken of these things through third hand testimony. First hand is where it is at and I know that getting to the point of actually spilling the beans, no matter how incredulous it may sound, it not an easy feat. If I can lay the paving stones for others by doing just that, then I am glad to leave that legacy.
Lex
We were kept in cages. Stacked 3 high, I don't know how many ran long. We were naked and it was always cold as the air conditioning ran non stop. We were never to speak or make eye contact with one another. We were not to communicate in any way. If caught attempting to do so the punishment was severe. I was born in Germany, my mother full German and my father an American soldier. I was bilingual and my thought processes were mostly in German. Almost all of the time the others I was grouped with were highly intelligent and very empathic. It became known that I could understand and speak German. Often those in control also spoke German, especially if the wished to speak freely without being understood if they were overheard. They forgot about me. The other kids would watch me and based on my reaction, however subtle as I tried not to bring any unneeded attention on myself, they could anticipate what came next, whether it was going to be bad or even worse. Eventually this was noticed and they wanted to put a stop to it. I don't know how, I can't remember but I lost the ability to communicate in any other language but English. My mother explained it away saying it was some sort of mental block. She never really elaborated further. Despite my interest in other cultures (I went to university to study for a degree in Anthropology which is inclusive of linguistics) and efforts to learn to speak other languages (French, Spanish, and even German) I could never retain the knowledge/ability. I still understand much of what is spoken in German however certain dialects can be difficult especially if spoken quickly but I get the gist of it. There have been a few times in my life I have been told that when heavily inebriated I seem to have perfect command of the language in both the familiar and formal. Strange...mental block indeed. Apparently the ability is still somewhere in my memory banks that my dominant selves can't access. I remember vividly how it was when they came to pull me from my cage. I couldn't stop from trembling and one of them took pleasure in humiliating me for not being able to keep my emotions in check. He made mention of some of what I was in for and rage took the place of fear I wrestled myself loose from the grip of the one holding onto me and proceeded to kick and claw at him. When he had grabbed my arm I bit him so hard I felt his skin crunch and I tasted blood. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head I heard someone yell at him not to leave any marks when something happened that flashed and hurt before everything went black.
Whatever happened afterwards I have no recall. Absolutely nothing. I can't place the incident accurately in my timeline. I know when it started but I am not sure when/where it fits in my memories after that. I do know at that stage in my life much of what I can remember is my mother's interpretation more than my own. Not too long we moved to Northern California. Yes, there are a lot of places there where programming is done. Sorry I I went on long. It hits when it hits. I have been silent too long.
There were a lot of them who speak German. I could tell who it was that were native speakers verses those who learned it. Sometimes being German gave me a little leeway, maybe respite or reprieve. A time or two it did not work out in my favor. The worst part of all this? My mother is one of them. She allowed this to happen. She continued whatever training at home. Yes, she is biologically my mother. I will never understand nor forgive. I have gotten past it. Lex
Ellen
I hear ya, but I operate from the perspective of our assured win, which I also know happened. All those boggy swamps to navigate through. That is why I consider the work I do as clearing the field.
However, I can only speak for myself. It is possible/ probable that, where I get off the wheel of fire, the chariot of destiny, the karmic cycle, others will continue on with the narrative like you mentioned. I believe our timeline now is in over extension mode created by the dark arts practitioners to avoid their soul annihilation upon death, which is the natural action for those soulless unrepentant murder and mayhem decriers. This over extension of time mode was/ is created using our frequencies. The end of time happened already.
Kerry
In relation to the field and Remote Viewing, I "spontaneously" developed the ability this past year. I was working with someone who could do that and it seems it opened up that frequency field in me. Its treated in the mass media as something special, but I don't think it is, I think it is a natural talent of the human race. It has been so stifled that it seems rare. They control this ability because I think they use it to send messages to one another. What gets me angry now is that I believe they plan to label us hard programmed people as robots. They laid out the game plan in their entertainment such as Blade Runner and Westworld. People who are genetically altered (us), programmed (us) and have computer chips/implants (us) will be called cyborgs. It will immediately protect the criminals from being prosecuted for slavery. It will also allow them to destroy us at will. All they had to do was create the MK Ultra narrative AI WORLD. And people are falling for it.
Ellen
I love your testimony Kerry. I am working on getting my daylight self to remember, but I have enuf lucid dreams of these people to write a book, which I am doing. I seem to be approaching this from the outside in. One thing I have noticed when survivors relay their testimonies, there is a heightened sense of awareness in me. In some cases, it feels like Deja Vu, or my memories, or remote viewing, which I do spontaneously sometimes. It makes me wonder if all of us subjects are not connected in "the Field". These dark scientists/ satanists were using us to study and control the Field, (which translates as Edenin Sumerian Cuniform). Those memories were the source from which they stole/ studied the frequencies of the field. Did they copy and paste those frequencies into a small database, which we all shared back then, that expands to what we know as our culture (kultra) today?
Kerry
My memories/dreams are very scattered. I do have clearer visions of the Rothschilds, the Bushes (Bush Jr. is a very much an MK asset), Cheney, Kissinger and the Skull & Bones crew. I'm not sure if Mengele was involved. Although I did see a man who called himself Dr. Prinz. He was German. He was a Nazi. He liked to play around with his name and make Disney allusions with it (Someday my Prince will come). He was of a changeable nature, one moment kind the next a raging sadist. If he wasn't Joseph, he was definitely someone who trained under him. I have a feeling he adopted many of the Mengele characteristics. Perhaps all of the man's proteges turned themselves into his mini-mes. I have the notion that I was asked to leave one program because of dangerous behavior (kind of laughable in that environment). Did I bear fault for the incident? I think so. But he became my advocate just to mess with them. He made me out as a Saint and of course made the situation 50x worse. He said he could get me into any program in the country and they would be happy about it even with my "fault". I feel deep shame, even thinking about it. I was only 10 at the time. The Alien thing...yeah, I was part of that program and it failed miserably with me. I never believed it even when it was forced onto me via MK ULTRA. I always and only saw Human Beings. Regular Human Beings. Not Reptiles. Not Blue Avians. Not Greys. Not huge Aryan types. Just regular people. The alien thing is programming for the masses. They want everyone living in fantasy worlds like the hard programmed
Tom Hanks
Last night I had a dream that a car with an open roof drove by me and then I drove by it. It was like a big jeep but it had a strange configuration. There were 2 rows of seats behind the driver but they were not of equal proportion.
There were some people in it that seemed like a representation of Nazi war criminal families that came to America and were given great lives and expense accounts and did more terrible things to people like my family. They were happy.
One guy was bigger and muscular and he had his shirt off. This person would equate to Otto Skorzeny and another character that is part of the story I am launching soon with a survivor about an unsolved murder. It was as though they were out for a drive and having a good time. This would relate to the book The Bush Connection.
Then I was at a garage sale and I was rifling through some of Tom Hanks' stuff. It was pretty lame. Like broken ceramic miniature picture frames. Stuff for the garbage. Tom Hanks was there and I asked him if any of the stuff was really his, as though I wanted a piece of his shit because he was going down soon. This relates to accusations of underage sex that Sarah Ashcraft made of Hanks.
Tom Hanks was the spitting image of my brother Michael. It was eerie at the time of his hit movie BIG which came out in 88, 3 years after my brother died in 1985. It was like watching my brother. I even saw the movie at the theatre with my mother.
Then, I was talking on the telephone to someone that I knew and I realized that this person was Joseph Mengele. Then I woke up. The person that I thought I knew but was a cover for Mengele or visa versa, was Tim White. Tim is a truther target patriot angry type with a hard targetted mixed bag story living a marginal life. I was friends with Tim until I spooked him with... drum roll, flat earth.
I woke up so quickly that these associations were just that, not facts. This was not a lucid dream. Lucid dreams are much more significant and much more direct. There is very little to interpret with Lucid Dreams. They are pure happenings. This was a mish mash of associations. The feelings were, I believe, the true parts.
Thanks for witnessing the shaping of the long overdue and much ballyhooed book I am writing, MK Ultra Girl Discovery. I will include more dream logs in that one. Before I went public with my life story, dreams meant more to me than real life.