Are humans being abducted by human hybrids?

I have been thinking about something for quite some while now. In most cases half the planet sleeps, the other awake, yes? When I have slept I remember more times than not, that I live a life as a grey. As I have recorded in this blog, I have travelled with others of my kind on, let us call them 'unconventional aircraft' in recognisable areas of the planet. That means I am operating as a separate sentient individual, and being seen by witnesses, while my human hybrid body sleeps. So in parallel existences I am two distinct species. Now, surely I cannot be the only one, there has to be others - many others so is it not possible that other hybrids living on this earth as humans are also active in the way I am? After all, the other greys I have interacted with on the ships have to come from somewhere, and never seemed the least surprised at me joining them. It is like it was expected.

Taking that further, remember the times I have said we have had humans on our ships, clearly as cargo. This leaves me wondering, is half the planet being abducted by human/grey hybrids who are sleeping in the other half? It may not be as clear-cut as that, but it is certainly an option to consider.

I know as a grey I seem to be completely divorced from regular human feelings and emotions. I don't have them. I am simply doing what I need to do. I don't even think of pure humans as I might when in a human body. Perhaps it is a programming I have been subject to, similar to that mentioned in my previous entry. Perhaps the military are programming me? The Chinese military man might have been a memory that slipped through when it shouldn't have. That makes the idea of me as a grey, on a ship crewed by other greys, carrying our cargo of sleeping humans very ominous indeed.

Of Subliminal Control

The other day a friend posted an interesting blog link to me:
http://sittinginthecatbirdseat.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/the-greatest-threat-to-ufo-disclosure.html

Now, I am not interested in UFO or any other groups that split due to in-fighting, ego and internal politics. It is what humans do and no outside agency is required for it to be effective. The point I am making of that blog article is about free-will and where the source of thoughts originate from. How can you be absolutely sure that what you have decided to do is your OWN free-will. No doubt we have all woken up with a fresh idea or a decision made, where did it come from? I have no doubt that the military for one, has very experienced remote viewers. As a grey I have met a Chinese one on several occasions, that is what I remember - what might be possible if you wake without a memory of such a meeting? What if that remote viewer has impressed you with specific orders? locked in your sleeping consciousness, and to be triggered at some decided time?

I have a personal example to give. I have a few social networking accounts, on one who knows nothing about this side of my life, has problems with ADHD and a variety of other issues. I knew someone on another account who I believed could give her some much needed advice and direction. So I linked them across to each other. I used a different name on this other account and in a moment without thinking sent her a message to let her know who I was on that account. She made a friend request which I accepted without thinking.

I then realised that a lot of the Roshel information would be open to her and I did not want her to know all this, it is a separate existence. I wasn't sure what to do, was unsure how to explain that I wanted to un-friend her from that account. I would much prefer it if she did it instead. I decided to walk to her that night and tell her she needed to unfriend me.

That night I stepped from my sleeping body and the room dissolved like melting chocolate and was replaced by some dark Gothic-looking environment. I did not recognise it outside of a storybook imagination. It was all dark rooms and carved ebony dragons. I found the girl standing with her back to a massive hearth fire. there was candle-light and gloom. I recognised this as the girls most familiar sleep-time environment, she had created it in her mind. She recognised me and I went on to tell her 'I need you to unfriend me from the new account. Continue to correspond with the link I gave you, but it will be much better to unfriend me. do it.'

She made no answer, just stood with her back to the fire, staring at me. I walked out of the room and returned to my sleeping form.

The very next morning I got a message on that account from the girl and in it she suggested she would feel better if she unfriended from that account. 'I know you want me to stay with the other social site, so I would feel better if I dropped this one, it will be less confusing lol.' I agreed it might be a good idea and so she did.

For her, this was her own decision, she was expressing her free-will.
I, on the other hand, told her to do it.

When I do is access the area reached by hypnotherapists to set a post-hypnotic suggestion. But when I dream-walk to do it I am bypassing the layers of consciousness that they have to dig through or bypass, and go direct to the target area. When the individual wakes in the morning the information is locked in there untainted.

If I am able to influence someone in their sleep and leave them thinking they are acting of their own free-will, what of government funded agencies?

Think about it

The Centre Of Being

I met Ian Henley on social networking on 19th May, he was suggested to my by Lynda Julie Richardson, she of the images in my last post. Ian has sown some interest in the World-walker blog, some of my statements echoing conclusions he has reached himself.:

I'm thinking collective consciousness...

I basically came to the conclusion in your blog about manifestation of entities ....reflection of ourselves....

fear due to failure to be willing to dissolve ego etc......

then with Lynda telling me about you manifesting as a grey....that led me to your blog.

 

Then something very interesting emerged. I had on a previous world-walk told Lynda I had discovered that her images required a second component, notes and sound. Ian's next statement brought things full circle:

 

If we recognise that sound is holographic we can use sound in the moment...to collectively project love...heal planet...ascension, etc

 

That was an interesting statement seeing as how I had already told Lynda that not only were sounds and tones needed for her images, but in their original form they would be 3-dimensional, quite possibly more than 3.

 

Ian

so are you going to visit me in my sleep?

 

Roshel

If I am allowed to, yes. I am not entirely free to roam as I wish.

It has to be a mission target.

I can't just walk into anyone's reality. I'm not Freddie kruger ... lol

 

(That wasn't entirely true. I had stepped into my partners dreamscape as a passive observer of his sleeping thoughts and images. But I cannot step into their astral world and interact on a whim.)

 

That same night I stepped out of my human body and the room dissolved like melting plastic and reformed as a vast, towering monastic structure. It seemed to twist and turn in very subtle ways between monastery and cathedral. I was here in a human form, and met by a young man who looked very enthusiastic to see me and welcomed me so warmly.

 

The building I walked into was interesting, it bore all the sensations of a very spiritual construct without being specifically religious. Everything was very soft pale colours, creams and beige seemed to predominate. But not quite the creams and beige in a colour chart, these had a soft glow about them.

 

Ian was telling me that this is where he came to create what would be the conscious inspiration for his music. He told me that this building was his 'centre of Being'. It was a creative cosmos and he had been coming here for a number of years. In one of the many rooms he led me through with great enthusiasm, there was a large platform, a raised area upon which I could detect five figures. But these figures were not there, it was an afterglow from their presence. Each human-shaped afterglow wore pure white monk habits with hoods down. They each had white beards and all could have passed for Old Father Time because of their faces and sense of age. Attached to their corded belts around their waists, each had a large single golden key. 

 

Ian told me they were the source, they were where his music came from, they offered him the components of each composition, but all this was much more than music. What was being produced was gateways of consciousness

 

Most of my visit to this Centre of Being involved Ian talking very animatedly about what I could not see. He was rebuilding things in his mind and internally he could see everything as though it were there at that moment. I knew that not me, not anybody except Ian could ever see what the mechanics of this musical inspiration was. that was as hidden as Lynda's Source. But the common bond between them was plain for me to see.

 

I had achieved what I wanted, I wanted a glimpse into the Source and I had been granted that.

 

Time to go home. And I did,

 

I reported my findings to Ian on social networking the next morning.