TALES FROM BAGDAD
By Lorae Ireland
July 14, 2004, from my notes:
Last night, from 7:30 until 10 p.m., we heard lots of military aircraft flying over. Then more at noon today, coming back. These were not ordinary jets. They roar like a loud blow-torch, and this roar never stopped; many powerful aircraft in huge waves passed over us.
This is what I “got”: Since the dracs have been pretty well de-clawed and de-toothed, some opportunists have moved in. They look somewhat like “Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles.” Their “amour” is actually part of their bodies, and they are controlled by Azuras from another dimension. These pesky Azuras, who are quite smart and extremely nasty-mean, seem to never give up.
So, in the last two days, Earth and our bases on Mars were attacked big-time by these “Ninga’s.” Our military responded with aircraft capable of flying in space. These triangle-shaped craft, which I call “T-Birds” (for tetrahedron), were flying out of Luke AFB and Edwards AFB.
Intense battles, fought near the Moon, Earth (Missouri) and Mars (I “heard” one young pilot screaming “Mayday!”) between our fly-boys (assisted inconspicuously by the Alliance) and the Ninja’s drove the Ninja’s out of our space, at least for the moment.
Brave pilots scrambled to our defense, even though they knew that they were hopelessly out-classed, technologically. This all-out attack by the Ninjas was meant to hit us by surprise and deliver Earth and its people to those retards for total abuse and destruction.
The Alliance watched from aside, helping inconspicuously, while admiring the courage of our pilots. Without this assistance, the whole Earth and the people on it would now be toast. Another miracle, when nothing seems to happen, and life goes on.
The joke is; our government was planning a fake “invasion from space,” in order to implement martial law. But, just now, they got a real one, and they’re terrified! If the Alliance hadn’t helped us, we’d all be quite dead right now.
The Alliance protected Earth, and will continue to do so. The Alliance Council has decided to help Earth; after reviewing the total life-streams (past, present, parallel and future) of about 200 folks I’d submitted to them, who were most of the people I’d noticed in this life, good, bad, and so-so. I’m sure they got samples from others also. Seems like they needed some kind of permission from one of us to do this.
G. communicates with a lot of space-folks, one of whom is Daniel (pronounced Dan yel'), who is a member of the Galactic Council. Last night (July 14, 2004) , we were to go up on the hill to see Daniel’s ship. It was supposed to be there last night after 9, but about 8:15 D. told us to “get cracking.” We drove out to a kind of high valley south of town.
We’d barely gotten out of the car when we saw his ship. Wow! The energy was fabulous. At the same time, there were three or four
T-Birds roaring around it. What a show!
The spacecraft immediately zoomed straight up and disappeared. Then, after buzzing around a bit, the T-Birds turned back to Nellis AFB. The T-Birds has been scrambled from information from black-op remote viewers who had been snooping on us all day. (G. said that I “fried a couple of those ass-holes.") The flyboys were not at all
happy about being sent out by some woo-woo weirdo's, and were delighted to go back home. They, I think, either didn't see the space-ship or don't remember seeing it.
Daniel wasn't piloting his usual Sirian ship, and was a VIP passenger on an Arcturian vehicle, named, you guessed it, "The Enterprise." This ship is technologically superior to the Sirian ships, as well as being a really wonderful place to live and work. (In that reality, I am a design engineer, and consider it “my ship.”)
It was commanded by my old friend, Jolpeill (Jol pell'). He is very much the hotshot, and he and Daniel had quite an argument; J. wanted to come down to see us very badly, and, being courageous, impetuous and hot-headed (good characteristics for command of a high-performance craft), was sure he could get quite close to us without being detected by the Air Force bases. Daniel thought that that kind of wild exploit wasn't worth the risk, and refused. So, they didn't return. Evidently, our space friends go to great pains to keep from impacting our reality at this time.
However, a tentative plan had been made; Jolpeill's buddy, Lothar, was to take his craft to Phoenix and, using holographs, to create a diversion so as to direct the Air Farce's attention elsewhere while the Enterprise dropped down to see us.
J. doesn't know how old I look, living down here. In that reality, they stay physically about 25 years old for hundreds of years. He was hot to see what I was like in this earth-reality (well, ok, we’re part-time lovers there), but I think I would have been a disappointment for him.
Maybe this weekend? We'll see.
The Alliance has this humungous mother ship called "Orlon." It holds 2 or 3 million people. (I saw it when I was about 13.) Anyway, it was stationed at Saturn, but since Cassini was sent there, it has been moved to the dark side of our moon. Our military know about it, but think it's hostile, and don't like it.
Asides - there is a tie-in between Montauk and Ft. Huachuca (south of Dragon Al’s). Movement of personnel back to Montauk.
July 14, evening.
We're also working on busting up the Bohemian Grove party, and, in conjunction with that, putting a stop to planned shenanigans in Israel which had to do with Mossad, CIA and the suspension of US elections. Our military have been moving troops to that area in the last couple of days. As to their plans, the Mossad had intended a double-cross, and was to take or destroy the Temple Mount.
Anyway, big-time help came in to work with these problems, but also more happened: The vortex at the Bohemian Grove was given back to Mother Earth. (Isha and His Mother were walking the grounds this morning, changing the energy so that the dark ones couldn't bear to be there.) This reactivated vortex sends out energy that re-enters the Earth at Mt. Shasta and also at Engedi on the Dead Sea, making a figure-eight.
July 17, 2004
At about 9 am, I felt or saw an enormous being, greater than an archangel, connecting these three points. Our "friends" told us that this wasn't really a "being," but was an energy construct. Right after that, waves of great energy came through me and I got real spacey and hot. The Earth made a jump in frequency, then another about 15 minutes later. This was caused by our Solar System entering a part of space where everything is faster and cleaner. Earth had been held back from the last adjustment, so did two close together this morning.
The folks who live at the Nature Preserve in Engedi communicate with our Space Brothers, also; and these folks were standing in a circle, facing out, and transmuting, transmitting this energy all over the Middle East. Some Amerindian medicine folk also felt the change. Two younger women and 2 or 3 older men.
As to the Israeli thing: Sharon got a smack from my ring, ditto all the CIA and Mossad goons (androids - easy to fry their circuits). They were meeting in Tel Aviv. That whole plan is now shot to hell, and this ties in with the Bohemian Grove party, which was to have been a celebration of the coming destruction of Earth and it's good people.
The world’s top financial honcho, who works in Berne, Switzerland, is not going to be able to make the party, or do much of anything for some time. Much cell phone activity to the VIP guests already there regarding what has become a completely ruined exercise in Israel. Mother Mary (the feminine principle) has protected the would-be child victims of this proposed orgy, and healed the past ones.
This is from Saturday, July 17, 2004, 8:10 p.m.:
Everyone seemed to be coming by just to say “Hi” this beautiful night. First, Lothar, who told us that there would be terrible fires in S. California this summer. Then Shumani with personal information for us. Shanami is more or less in charge of the US Southwest, to be the new Holy Land, for want of a better term. He’s a physicist and works with frequencies and energies, so is an Alchemist on a large scale, with a capital “A.”
At 8:50 we spotted Daniel’s ship straight above us, in the same part of the sky where we’d seen him before. Lordy, he came streaking down towards us, getting brighter and brighter. Just when I was sure he was coming right to us, he zipped back up again and disappeared.
My heart was thumping! Daniel told us that he just wanted to give us a thrill. And he certainly did! The energy when he shows up is fabulous!
After that, we saw Miss Janell and her ship, then a renegade wandered over, just snooping, listening in on my story of busting Dulce and the connection to the big fires in S. California later that November.
Next, an Arcturus ship, who informed us that we will be taken in our light bodies up to the Council meeting, which will be held on the Enterprise (Everyone loves to be aboard that ship!). The Adromedans showed up last, and told us that we would be traveling in Utah later this year.
Yesterday (July 13?), one of the trinities from last summer was found at Woreland, WY. It was in fairly deep water in a murky river near the hot springs, a vortex. They had to have sensed it and searched for it. They tied explosives to it and blew it up. Big write-up in the paper about the “pipe bomb.” http://www.wyodaily.com/
What a fuss over some water, crystals and organite! They’re trying to scare me again. Azura’s. They never give up. I’m sicking the Alliance on them…
--- Al Gray <[email protected]> wrote:
> Messages below -L.:
> Hello Lorae!
I have only skimmed the stuff that you sent, but I sure got the idea of how large a project and a threat this thing is. Sounds like something for the Alliance boys to work on. You're right there talking to them. Tell them the story and see what they say.
They (Lothar, Daniel, etc.) are the ones who told me all this. Yes, it's big, but we have help. I think it's so funny; the government was planning a faked space invasion, but now they've had the real thing, and they're scared spitless.
And, you're right about the Ninja trying to inveigle his way into the White House. These Ninjas work both sides against the middle, and lie constantly. They are controlled, just as the dracs were, by the Azura's from another dimension. So what's new?
I've spent the afternoon working on the stuff around David's place. And, last night and again this morning, I had to help Karl Rove with some personal problems. His condition is improving steadily. I'm glad I was able to be there for him when he needed me.
I, also, gave him the usual daily attention.
That's quite a story, you and the guys from space. Did you get any photos? I've got to go see Gerald. That's a happening place he has there. May not happen until next month, though. Money is tight for the next 30 days or so, and every spare moment is spent doing remote work.
David's place has become a real battleground, and we have to win that one for the demoralizing effect on the whole black ops faction. What we learn there will help in other places, other battles. Then there's the Democratic Convention threat that has to be neutralized.
[Isha told us that he would protect and help David. Seems that David and his family are the unfortunate focus of a “school project” by the US black ops. This is a test, and, if successful, would be used on huge numbers of people. Of course, this can’t be allowed to go on.]
The Dem convention is ok now, but they're working on earth-changes and weather. The Alliance took down HAARP (again), and there are subs out and about (again – jeez, can't they be a little more creative?) I'll leave the subs for you to take care of, 'cuz MaryK is so good at finding them.
No photos- the spaceship didn't have a chance to come close enough. But we talk to those guys all the time, and, to me, they seem like old friends whom I've known forever.
Maybe you ought to come back here for a visit before you go to Oregon. Or, maybe not go to Oregon at all. Things keep changing, it seems.
Yes, constant re-arrangement of plans. However, I'm off to Oregon on Tuesday.
I sent you the e-mail from David about the activity in the Air Farce black ops place. I went there just about an hour ago and did what I could. I was curious about what the bulky equipment was. After a while, a vision of a Montauk-type chair came into focus.
David had said that he expected the Other Side to try at least one more thing before giving up, and it looks like they are making preparations to do that now. If that is a chair, then they may be getting ready to fight back in the same way that they are being attacked. Maybe so, but first their chair has to work. If what I just did was effective, that chair is broken now. What do you see?
I agree about David's place and the "Montauk chair." You can always zap the person in the chair while they're working, because they're very vulnerable then. No matter, you fried the chair; but they'll get another. Just wait 'til they start to use it, then pounce.
Ever find out what the results were on the genealogy
It wasn't genealogy alone. Each person's whole life-stream (including past lives and probably futures) were reviewed. I gather that we barely squeaked through with a decision made to help us. Not a resounding vote of confidence, that's for sure; but we're a motley lot down here, living in a difficult situation, so we can't be expected to be too saintly.
I'm fascinated by the idea that machines walk among us. Do you have more information?
Many "humans" are robots. They're not really machines, in that they are completely biological, but their brains are robotic. Then there's T. Ridge; he's more a machine than anything else.
Hi- [unsent e-mail from Lorae to Dragon]
We were out at the same place last night. There were a few
T-Birds zipping around (one just came over now), but Daniel & Co. couldn't make it. No big deal. They can enter our reality only at certain times, and if conditions aren't exactly right (Daniel is quite
cautious.), nothing much happens.
However, Lothar, the maintenance engineer, did beam down. I heard a scrape on the road in front of us, and we could see a kind of ghostly light. He came down to observe me up close. He hung around until we left, just listening to us talk. He told G. this morning that "You have a very lovely friend." Me? Lovely isn't a word that I'd use to describe myself. Whatever. Maybe G. was being tactful...
The reception out there is very clear, and, while we were waiting, here's some of the information that we "got":
Don Croft felt very threatened by me. I have no idea why - what's his problem?), partly due to someone near him, a man, who is very aware of being a controller, and works for the same honcho of the dark side that Linda does, but they (Linda & that man) don't necessarily communicate. This person was the one who decided that I had to go, from the forum and, ahem, otherwise, being the disruptive influence that I was.
Also, Carol is so dumb and sure of her spiritual purity that she has no idea how much she's being used (as a handler).
So - Don has been in touch by e-mail for a long time with Heinz!
Pretty shocking news, huh?
Also, Kin has been physically in "their" custody since the night of the
dinner with Heinz. His mom thinks that he's just hiding out somewhere (hit teams, you know), but a group of jerks are doing his occasional e-mails and phone calls. A double has been showing up occasionally to give his talks, but his group can't discuss with each
other or anyone else the suspicion that he seems a little strange and wooden.
Daniel said that he would help Kin be freed, and that he (Kin) will have full consciousness when he gets back. I'm putting a little effort into the imposter group and their bosses (same folks who control Don).
And, that same group has been zapping me (you were right, MaryK.) to make me really tired and run-down, and to eventually become, if not dead, ineffectual. As soon as we got a bead on the eight of them, I used my ring, and, within a few seconds G. told me that they were fried. I saw them sitting around a government-issue table, drinking coffee, but couldn't see them later - oh yes, they all fell off their chairs, in very, very bad shape (don't know why I couldn't see
that last night). Wonder if their employers can trick anyone else into taking their place?
Well, carry on.
July 18, 2004
Many ships came over, one after the other. Daniel told us that he will protect me, and that I will work with him when I’m in Oregon. I’ll hear a slight popping sound when he enters my reality. I have to be able to recognize his frequency.
He says that the scarab ring is quite effective against Azuras.
An Arcturian ship came over. Miss Janell was cross-training, operating the ship. Lothar was folling. Dedefa was on his ship with several co-pilots, training them.
Seems like our Alliance friends are expecting trouble. The Ninjas will launch an all out attack, and our guys intend to really kick some ass.
July 19, 2004, 8:30 p.m.
Lother came by in a Sirian Ship. He sang, operatic-style, “Hello Young Lovers,” slightly off key. Too funny. He said that when I’m in Oregon I’m to camp on Mt. Ashland below the spring. He’s off to Neptune, then will come back to watch over me tomorrow when I begin driving up through Nevada.
Daniel: They don’t need me to shut down the Luke AFB detection system. Our buddies on the Enterprise, which now hosts military and others from all over the galaxy, are testing their equipment on this detection system. They shut down the internet today.
Our opponents are planning to disrupt the Democratic Convention by inciting the protesters to riot, using frequencies. Pretty lame, I’d say. We’ll put a little effort into stopping that nonsense.
John flew over, back from vacation in the South Pacific. He told G. that he’d been at the UFO conference in Rachel. He mentioned that the Pacific Rim is become very fragile, earthquake-wise.
We knew that the Ninjas are going to attack. I asked Daniel (on the line again) when? He said the first part of September. I asked if they were coming in through a worm hole. He said yes. We discovered that it was artificially and illegally made by the Ninjas somewhere between here and Mars.
I asked if he wanted me to close it. He said yes. So, three other beings helped me, and G. touched my shoulder. Using my scarab ring, I blasted white light through the hole and back to the home empire of the Ninjas. It’s still wiping them out this morning (July 20). G. suddenly became quite tired and sleepy. He must have sent a lot of energy through me, because I felt wired, like after drinking too much coffee.
Immediately after closing the wormhole, the sky above and around us was buzzing with many jets, as if we’d stirred up a hornet’s nest. They meant business, and, if they’d discovered us, would have fried us unto nothing.
I asked Daniel if the wormhole would stay closed, and he said no, that I had more to learn about doing that work. I gave him sanction to close it permanently. (Later, after we got home, Credo, who is now working from the other side, taught me how to do this properly.)
The reason our jets were looking for us is that our ever-so-disloyal government is now allied with the Ninjas, and, within the next couple of weeks or so, plans to send up satellites which will act as homing beacons for the Ninjas as they slip into our space. How much our military brass is aware of this double-cross, I don’t know.
Daniel and I destroyed two of those, one at Cape Canaveral or somewhere and another at Vandenburg.
What the bastards in Washington don’t know is that the Ninjas intend to obliterate them, also, along with the rest of us.
The jets were making me a bit nervous, and I asked if they knew that humans on the ground had closed the wormhole. The answer was yes, which made me more nervous. We slipped out of there, driving some distance without turning the lights on, and arrive home ok. Thanks guys!
While we were having our usual glass of wine on the patio, I was concerned that psych-ops would be probing us. G. said not to worry, because his whole property is impenetrable. Good! I burned sage, nevertheless.