Originally posted on October 30, 2014 by Jean

THE GREAT CON OF MAN – PART EIGHT

Once again, “TIME TRAVEL” is a thing.  Many people have said it now.  It’s only you the reader that is standing in the way of your own belief.

Let’s listen to Phil Corso Jr. say it loud and clear.

– Everything we are seeing in the world today HAS to be seen and understood from the point of view that TIME has been compromised! –

One night, I sat watching a video of a lecture being given in a Washington D.C. hotel. The speaker at the lecture was Phil Corso Jr., the son of the late Colonel Philip Corso, the Army Intelligence Officer who wrote the Book:  The Day After Roswell.

Not only was Colonel Corso a highly decorated officer, but he also worked in the White House under Eisenhower and in the Pentagon under Kennedy. He was the first man, as far as I knew, to claim in print (in his book) that there were bases on the Moon, and also on Mars.

His son was giving a lecture on advanced technology and time travel.

“UFO’s are not the big secret”

Corso Jr. was saying.

“In fact, the Government would have come clean about that years ago if not for one thing….”

I watched him pause for effect…

“The one thing that the government cannot ever admit to at any cost is that TIME HAS BEEN COMPROMISED.  This was the one thing that would get anyone, anywhere, killed instantly if they disclosed it before a few years ago.  Now at this point…”

he continued,

“There are some who are more willing to let this kind of thing out, but I am always told what I can and cannot say in these lectures. Yes, I’ve sold out, but I’m protecting my family,”

he finished, frowning sadly.

In the rest of the lecture Corso Jr. said that the reason UFOs were secret is that the technology they used in intergalactic flight was in fact a type of time travel and that almost ALL of the conventional physics being taught to students in regular Universities was total bunk.

If they talked about UFOs in Universities and where they came from, then our conventional physics would not support travel from that distance. This type of technology by default made all UFO’s a necessary secret.

Later, I remember watching a rerun of the older Corso, Phil Corso Sr. being interviewed by a late night talk show host when his book first came out. (this was in approx 1991).

The question that Corso Sr. was asked was interesting:

How can you even be saying all the stuff you wrote in your book and get away with it?  I mean there isn’t anyone out there in the military that is backing you up. No one!  Why will no one say that what you’ve written is true!

I watched the elder Corso smile as he said to the talk show host:

“But have you noticed that all they ever say [the military] is “We Have No comment On The Book.”

“And why is that?”

The host asked.

“Because I am a Retired Colonel from the US Army in good standing and any military person anywhere who calls me a liar either in print or on television, I could have thrown into the brig for smearing an officer. My rank still stands.”

He replied and then continued,

“My commanding officer passed away recently, and I am the last officer that was in charge of the particular intelligence that we were all keeping secret.  Since I am the last one living, the decision, as to whether or not to reveal it falls to me.  So I chose to tell.  There isn’t anyone else who can tell me not to, since this intelligence was not theirs to keep — even a General couldn’t tell me to keep it secret, because he was not read into it like I was.”

After watching that interview, I determined to find out everything about Time Travel, the Moon Base, the Mars Base, and all of the rest. I went to lectures and watched videos. I got a real break in late 2009 when Andy Basiago did his first Coast to Coast interview with George Noory and spilled the beans about Teleportation, Time Travel, and Project Pegasus.

It was through Andy that I was able to meet with, and talk to his friend William “Brett” Stillings. The man was living near Pasadena, California, and I called him up one day and set up a meeting just to talk.  He was actually very happy to meet with me.

He was an interesting man I thought, who just like Andy had told me was very bright.  However, after working with the CIA for many years had had his mind severely messed with. To me, he was fun and interesting to chat with, and was very forthcoming in a lot of ways.

We were sitting outside a nice coffee shop, having really great coffee as we chatted.

“Were you really on Mars?”

I asked him, getting right to the point.  He simply nodded affirmatively.

“I worked a lot for the CIA afterwards…,”

he said, and he then began to tell me about working with the Grays, certain advanced weapons that the government had gotten from the Grays, and about his life, and his Dad’s life, working for the company.

Then suddenly we were talking about hand held weapons that were really advanced…,

“They are literally electro-pulse guns,”

he said.

“Three settings — the first one stuns, the second setting kills, and the third setting will vaporize anything.”

“Sounds like Star Gate stuff to me.”

I sighed.

“Yes, but these guns really do exist!”

he said emphatically and pulled out a replica that he had made.

“Have you ever had it done to you?  Been stunned I mean…”

I asked him.

“Everybody gets it done to them at least once—on the stun setting — just to see what it feels like, unless you have a weak heart; in that case, even the stun setting might kill you,”

he added.

“And they got these from . . . ?”

I asked.

“The Grays”

he replied almost right away without any hesitation.

We talked like this for several hours and ended up driving to a very nice park and sitting down at a picnic table that he picked out very carefully for some reason.

“I was almost broke and living on the streets many times,”

he said sadly. 

“That’s what they do to you if you don’t like to play their game— their way. They mess your life up.  I never liked working for these guys, they can be really abusive.

I simply stared at him and let him talk.

“One time I was, actually sleeping on the street with no money at all and no place to live, when a guy appeared out of nowhere and gave me money and a job. I think my Dad sent him from the past.”

“Your Dad sent him?”

I asked just to clarify.

“It must have been time travel, because the guy who was helping me said they had found out that I was being punished for talking too much, and that he was here to help me.”

“Really,”

I said intrigued.

“Well, who in the world were you talking to when you said too much?”

I asked him sympathetically.

“I don’t really know. All I know is that they said I was seen sitting in a park near JPL at a picnic table talking to some guy.”

As he said this we were both sitting at a picnic table in a park near JPL

“Well which park were you in?”

I asked him anxiously.

“This one,”

he said shrugging.

“Well, what table were you sitting at?”

I asked him.

“The one we are sitting at now,”

he said mysteriously and smiled.

“What???”

I blurted out.

He laughed at my distress.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re the guy or not—maybe not, but even if you are, don’t worry about it because I’ve already paid for it. They already punished me a long time ago.”

After sitting in the park for a while longer, we then went to his apartment where he showed me more.

He showed me his computer and brought up his Google Earth page that was littered with hundreds and hundreds of dropped pins that showed the exact location of every Monument, Military Base, and many other locations as well — all of them connected with lines of distance and angles of degrees, written in, making a crazy spiderweb pattern on the image of the globe that appeared on his computer screen.

He then said to me,

“These guys are totally wacko into Magic! There isn’t a Military Base, a Metropolitan area, a Monument, or a Church, that isn’t an exact number of distance in miles, or special degree of angle from the next important thing on the Earth. The whole planet is set up like some sort of wacked out Satanic chess board made of geometry.”

He added.

“It’s all magic!”

When I finally left him a few hours later, I began thinking that this magic thing needed to be looked into far more deeply.

It was a few months later, after making many new contacts on Social Networking Sites, that I was contacted on Facebook by a man that I didn’t even know. He claimed to also know about Mars, and a few people who had been there in the past.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but the Humans from Earth aren’t the only people there.”

he wrote into a private message meant just for me.

“Well who else lives there then?”

I wrote back him, not sure if I could trust someone that I did not even know.

“Native Martian humans, and other native Martians, some Grays, but there is also a colony living there of Anunnaki,”

he wrote back.

“As I understand it, the Anunnaki are gone.  They left the Earth long ago.!”

I shot back him.

“Well that’s not actually true,”

he wrote back quickly.

“They are still very much around. In fact they think they own the Earth.”

At this point my mind was racing a bit, but I could not help but laugh at the same time.  “Own the Earth” I thought.  Just who the fuck do these people think they are??  They can’t “own” the Earth.  

“From what I was told, they abdicated the Earth in the Early 1990s.”

I replied thinking back to one of the many conversations I’d had with certain researchers.

“Nope, still here, at least as far as I know—and on Mars, as of 2004, which came from one of the guys I know who was there.”

I stopped typing for a moment.  Again, this was something I’d not considered.  Anyway, it made little difference to me because if my prayer life over many years had taught me anything at all, it taught me that “God” was very real and that any being or ET that was making a claim over HIS Creation was bald faced LIAR!

“Well, I did happen to see a video of Kerry Cassidy interviewing Bob Dean who sort of ‘halfway’ alluded to the idea that the Anunnaki were still around.”

I typed back to him carefully and slowly, not wanting to show my utter disgust for his obvious reverence for these beings.

“They are still around!”

The man wrote as if he needed to get it off his chest.

“In fact, MARDUK, spends a lot of his time in Vegas.”

he typed.

I paused again.  Wow, this is getting deep.  I wonder if this guy is setting me up or he really is sincere I thought to myself for a moment or two.  Who is this guy and why is he telling all of this to me?   Okay, I’ll play along I shrugged and then typed back…

“THEE Marduk?

You mean the jerk who tried to take over the Earth from his entire family and enslaved everyone that was living here?  That guy is an absolute BRAT!”

I wrote back to him thinking that asshole might have been an even better word to use, but held back because they guy seemed to adore these beings.

There was a very long pause from him.

“I’ve never heard anyone talk about him like that. Most people are scared of him. You’ve got some cahones saying that in print.”

He finally replied back.

Cahones?, It doesn’t take cahones to recognize the one true living God of all Creation when HE is being compared to a false god who only wants others to worship him and wants to rule over others like slaves – just who the hell are you and what are you smoking? – I thought to myself as my mind moved very quickly through a whole bunch of ideas all at once.  Again, I regained my composure and typed another message back to him.

“Well, IF he exists, then he must be what?  5,000, 10,000, 100,000 years old or more?”

I wrote carefully.

“He looks to be about 40,”

the man replied.

“Very good looking, and likes to sit at gambling tables all by himself.  You can find him at a certain Casino in Vegas if you know which one to look for.”

“Well they DON’T OWN the Earth!”

I wrote back angrily deciding that this entire conversation was probably taking place as a set up and that this guy that I didn’t even know was a plant that had been deliberately told to contact me and fill me full of a crap story that most likely was New World Order propaganda!

“And they don’t own me!”

I added, wanting to make sure the guy on the other end of the conversation got the message very clearly.

“You sure are brave,”

he wrote finally back.

“Listen to me very clearly,”

I wrote very slowly trying to think of the exact right words to use so this guy would finally get it.

“I am an immortal soul, infinite and eternal. I have Prime Creator backing me up! Only HE is the creator of souls. No other being deserves my respect or my awe. I don’t care HOW OLD Marduk is, if he even still exists.  He will die eventually, and he will pay for any misdeeds he’s done just like every other soul will.”

“Hey don’t get me wrong,”

the guy wrote back and for the first time sounding almost apologetic.

“I do agree with you, it’s just that the US Military seems to be working with these guys, so we have to be very careful as to what we say.”

“Well that figures…, and WHY am I not surprised by this?”

I wrote back in utter disgust for the U.S. Military.

“Every time a new alien race comes along, the Military believes everything they say and then begins to trade people for technology. When if ever will these Military-types finally turn spiritual, and realize that we are ALL equal souls in the eyes of Prime Creator, AND that no other races out there are more special than any of the others,—but just more advanced.”

The guy then thanked me and left the private conversation that we were on.

That was just weird I thought to myself.

But the conversation did finally set me thinking back on my entire life. I spent days going over each year of my life and going over my memories of it, and suddenly I concluded that very strangely most of the people that I knew, and the people I did work for, and many who seemed to just pop into my life were ALL MILITARY!

WHAT THE FUCK?  ARE THEY WATCHING ME AND TRYING TO STEER MY LIFE?

Some worked for the Navy, some for the Marines, while others were former assets for the CIA, and other agencies.

I began to wonder just how much money was spent (in the millions) trying to steer and manipulate individual people in their lives in order to get an “outcome” that they wanted to see.

I began to wonder how DEEP the rabbit hole of control over human beings went, and to what end it was all being done.

Since I’m in construction, and build things for a living, I don’t know how many jobs I was called to do for countless ‘military types.’

It was then that I began to wonder if I too was being tracked very carefully (and targeted) through time!

Stay tuned for Part Nine