European Abductees Taken & Some Feedback

This is what I put as my Facebook status this morning:

'I was on a craft last night. This is the first time in just over a month. There were around a dozen humans on board. The craft was elongated, perhaps from the outside would have been spotted as cylindrical? and the humans were sat in seats, with restraints holding them in. I do not recall any of them awake. I kept looking at one sat near the back who, although I believe I know her, I did not recognise
I know when I looked at her face there was a sense of recognition. This is because I do not think with my human mind at these times, when I am immersed in this environment. There is a flicker of familiarity in the background, but it isn't something I can readily grasp. These people last night were all from various places across Europe and were taken to undergo 'routine medical checks', each in turn in another room. These people had been taken repetitively since childhood, (all were now adults,) I wasn't told they were repeat abductees, it is just something I knew. It is like a sense of deja-vu. quite possibly sensations I received from other greys who had previous experience with them. This sense of deja-vu would always pervade at some level. I think it is a kind of group consciousness thing. I think I was on this craft out of concern for this one individual. When I am on the craft, I never seem to be involved as an active participant in medical procedures, I seem, if anything, to be in a role of observer. I feel I am in an interpretive role between human and crew emotions, bridging the two, so to speak even though I look like, and seem to think like, the crew.'

I have been asked if I am actually physically on these craft or if I am remote viewing. I don't believe I am remote viewing, which suggests a passive observer. I do interact consciously with those around me. Whether they be grey or human. Whether they be abductee or military, they are aware of my presence and we communicate as one would in the same environment. I can feel ground, or deck beneath my feet. I have tactile sensations if I handle humans or objects. I am pretty much convinced that breaching all laws of physics, I sleep as a human and then assume the body of a non human. Each with it's own distinct mind. I don't suffer any personality conflict with this situation. I am simply one, then the other. One with an individuality, the other as part of a collective mind. I think that it is because of that collective deja-vu process that I almost instantly become aware of what is happening when I am on a craft, it is like experience gaps are instantly plugged.

I have been asked about sex and gender. On the craft we are not particularly aware of gender differences, greys do have them, but it doesn't really play as much a role as it does with humans. I think if anything, we are much more aware of human gender differences than our own! There is also the fact that I witness more female abductees than male. Last night our experiencers consisted of at most four males out of a group of twelve.

Most of the child hybrids at the base are only vaguely gender-identifiable. They are bred for working and menial tasks at the base, but as they grow they can also be used on craft. They are just hands, we think and they respond. I have seen several hundred in the Chinese base.

Why do I visit an underground base in Northeast China? I have absolutely no idea whatsoever, and if anything that is the biggest puzzle of all to me. If I were to invest somewhere, it would be in Area 51, or a secret base underneath Rendlesham Forest. Not a country I have absolutely no knowledge of. Vast numbers of Chinese go missing without trace every year. There is very Military/ET co-operation. Mostly in the area of conventional paranormal research and inter-dimensional travel, but also using paranormal means to hack internet and computer systems. That is quite a high priority. The Chinese have researched how UFO's can interfere with guidance systems and power supplies. This is some of what is happening there.

 

 

 

 

 

Existence Before Creation.

When I travel of a night, be it as human or Grey, but more so when Grey. I feel a connectedness with everything, literally everything. There is an intimate bond with not only the planet and it’s inhabitants, but with the entire universe in a way that is quite profound and has defied many attempts by myself to describe it. This has left me, upon waking, with a wish to explore this connectedness even further and understand it. A couple of weeks ago this seemed to happen and has shifted my waking consciousness towards a new level of understanding.

I found myself existing in a nothingness. I had no body, and nothing existed outside of myself. I really don’t think I can adequately express in words what I was or what I sensed. But I seemed to be Everything. Everything existed within me, and Everything expressed itself as energy and an awakening potential. Then I sensed - not really a desire, because desire and focus of intent didn’t exist - I sensed the state of consciousness shift very slightly, so slight that it would in human terms be undetectable. It was minuscule. But it created an impulse to explore itself through acquiring a more complete sense of existence. But that existence didn’t - well - exist.

So the consciousness within the nothingness formed universes and realities through which it could begin to explore itself via an infinite multitude of concepts. Within those self-creations, the consciousness pored itself as consciousness within THAT consciousness. So exactly the same sentience became the life within the creations it made of itself. We know that all life is made of star-stuff, but this was showing me, or having me experience that everything inert is made of the same consciousness as the life around it. This made much more clear to me, the witches law of three-fold return, and laws of Karma. By harming and damaging anything we are hurting ourselves. The outward aggression is reflected back upon us because we are simply hurting ourselves.

It seems that humanity has forgotten all this, lost it’s way as it has immersed itself deeper within a physical framework. It is a trap that not only humanity, but all life has created for itself. I guess that what I have described in my own woefully inadequate way is the Biblical ‘Fall’ existence as it was created through the kabbalistic doctrine. So certainly, there is nothing new in what I have put in this post, but it is an astonishing revelation when you perceive it happening!

I do think it has caused me to stop and question some of the earthly values I hold in human form, values that are somewhat different to when I am grey, and I guess that is why I experienced it, so my humanity could possibly understand a little clearer why I have that sense of connectedness.

It has most certainly given me reason to believe we are all Divinity. The Source. God. We, along with other life all across the universes are the single creating energy that formed our multitude of physical, astral, mental and etheric environments. It is why we can cross them with relative ease.

I will add more to this when or if I can think it through some more. But someone who can explain this better is here:

 

http://inquiryintothenatureofreality.weebly.com/is-there-a-god.html

 

A Radio Show Blocked & Road Encounters

On Friday 21st June, I went over to Sacha's home in Liverpool. The plan was in place for me to broadcast on her Citizen Sane radio show which would go out live at 2am Saturday. Sacha picked me up and then we went and collected our friend, Lynda. The evening went well and we were nicely relaxed, between us we had a couple of bottles of wine but remained completely sober. Sacha explained the plan was that we could go have a sleep or a rest, at least, between around 1.30pm-1am. at 1am she would get a phone call from her link-up in USA and then they would plan the show format. We would hook-up at 2am for the broadcast. I never bothered setting my alarm for 1am, after all, Sacha had done this so many times ...

At 2.30am I am woken by Lynda to say that we had all overslept!

I went downstairs where a bleary-eyes me met with Sacha and Lynda. Sacha seemed rather out of it and confused, she was saying that she never really sleeps, just has a lay down and relax, usually running over the questions she will ask during the show. Lynda sat there saying she felt like she had been drugged or sedated.

Sacha then checked her phone, believing she would find at least a few missed calls from her American link-up. Nothing, she even showed me, there was not a single missed call on her phone. That was puzzling to say the least!

I then went on my Kindle to log into Citizen Sane website to see if there was anything on there. But I couldn't find it. The last thing I had accessed before switching the Kindle off was the shows website, so it should have featured on start-up. I hit the icon but all came up is 'Website not found.' I went to the Google page and typed the shows page in. Same result. 'Not found.' So no phone calls from USA and no access to the page - we were stuffed as far as contact went. Lynda made us a coffee and Sacha wandered off without a word. I thought she had gone to find her laptop, or phone her link-up. I asked about her to Lynda some fifteen minutes later and was told 'I think she's gone back to bed.' That puzzled me as much as anything else. I just didn't think it was like Sacha to retreat for the remainder of the night without making enquiries. Lynda and I finished our coffee and went to our beds.

There was little mention of it much on Sunday. I even found I could get onto the Citizen sane website with no problem. We settled down to watch Men In Black 3.
 I went home later that day.

The following Saturday, 29th June. Chris, my Saturday helper came in and settled down. He asked how my radio broadcast had gone and I explained that it hadn't. I have told Chris a great deal about what I do of a night, the places I go and the people I see, it will be recalled that he even saw me and Sacha on our travels during his own dream-state at an earlier time, which is why I explained my world-walking to him. So he was well clued up.

I asked him how his week had been, and he went on to tell me how strange his previous Saturday had been. For one thing, he had a great number of people coming into the shop and asking where I was, each time he said
 'she's away today because she is making a radio broadcast.'
'oh? about what?'
'UFOs, I think.'

Christ said this seemed pretty regular all day.
The he left at his time of 6pm and on the way home stopped for a Chinese takeaway. He remembered parking up a little way along from a gleaming black 4x4. For some reason he could not identify, this seemed to stand out to him.

Chris got his takeaway and returned to his little Smartcar and left the carpark. He noticed that as soon as he pulled away, the black 4x4 followed him out and tailed him. Chris sped up, it sped up keeping bumper to bumper. He slowed down, so did the 4x4. at one point it overtook and slowed right down to a crawl. Chris overtook and approached traffic lights. He stopped when they turned red. His window was wound down because it was a hot afternoon. The black 4x4 pulled alongside. and from the corner of his eye, Chris saw the window come halfway down. I asked Chris if he saw the driver and he said no, he didn't look because he didn't want to antagonise the occupant. Then Chris said: a mans voice from the vehicle said:
 'Mr Smartcar driver'
This was said in a very low and soporific way, he muttered something else that Chris could not make out. Then the lights changed and Chris drove on, as the 4x4 turned right and headed away. Chris said there had been no threats, no jeering, nothing but this low calm voice. yet as soon as the 4x4 had gone, Chris felt very uncomfortable, and all the way home he had an uneasy feeling. he even wondered if something had been said that he unconsciously registered that had perhaps been intimidating.

From the point when he got home, and for several days he had an uneasy sense of a 'presence', something ominous around him. Even a sense of dread that he couldn't rationalise. Chris is aware of such things as psychic attacks and suchlike, but he said it didn't seem like that, just a sense of 'presence' being watched. With it he had a headache that kicked in when the 4x4 pulled alongside. The headache also persisted for several days and no amount of painkillers could deal with it.

Another thing he noticed was that the windows of the 4x4 were completely tinted black, which is illegal on British roads, but this vehicle seemed to be getting away with it.

Then, from the following day, Sunday, and through to Wednesday he started seeing a bright red Chrysler, a bright, shiny metallic red, and this vehicle was everywhere that he was, and Chris admits, he goes to some pretty unexpected places at short notice, visiting his mother, friends and relatives, he is always out and about. He often goes to random supermarkets, things like that. But for those three days, no matter where he went, who he went to see, he met the red Chrysler at his destination. He did on a couple of occasions try to see who was in the car, but when he moved closer, it moved away, or left the area completely.
I asked him what made him think it was the same vehicle, and Chris said it is one of the new Chrysler's that has just come out, a nice new one that is very distinctive, he said there isn't that many on the road at the moment, but he was seeing this thing wherever he went. What attracted Chris was the colour, he liked it. It gleamed, showroom condition, which is how he also described the 4x4.


During this talk with me, Chris kept referring back to the simple and passive statement he heard from the window of the 4x4, he says that although there was nothing in what was said verbally. It left him shaken and with an enduring sense of an ominous presence. He said the intial shock was as if someone had attacked his car with a brick.
I asked if he could compare the reaction with a road-rage attack? and he said yes, it could have been just like the feelings attached to such an incident. He said 'yes, it was as though I had been assaulted.'

Some might read this and suggest what Chris experienced during the week is not linked to the aplaned radio broadcast, and I agree that on the surface there is no direct link. But He does insist the red Chrysler was the same vehicle at each encounter. Each vehicle looked like it was straight out of the showroom. so much of this seems MIB-style that it can't be overlooked. And if this is the case, it is the first of a series of MIB incidents that has involved someone not even associated with my work


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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not All Goes As Expected

Nothing in any reality is perfect or works out as it should. This has been the case several times for me. One of the recent friends I made on social networking is Lynda Julie Richardson. Lynda produces amazing pictures channelled to her. I am not going to even begin to try describing them, it is better for you to see them yourself on her Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/lyndajulierichardsonart

Lynda has a history of psychic experiences and even episodes of remote viewing. But this kind of artistic expression didn't start until April 2005 when she had a UFO related event, her head was hit by an object just centimetres in diameter.
She then told me:

Then the drawings started. I do not plan them, most are drawn just picking up a pen and simply drawing, no idea really how they end up like they do...I use ink no pencils and 99% is drawn free hand

I was fascinated and mesmerised by the imagery as I looked slowly through the collection. I told Lynda there was a lot more than met the eye to these pictures and the source behind them. I asked her permission to visit her via World-walking and have a look at the pictures she owned, but from a perspective outside of physical constraints. Lynda agreed and said she would lay the pictures out for me. I do not think that would have been necessary, but anything that might help is good with me.
I then said to her, on 28th March:

Roshel
there should be tones, almost music with those pictures, did you know that?

or rather, do you remember that?

Lynda

no interesting would like to do a talk about my paintings at some point so this is really interesting to me

 

Roshel

I am surprised, why am I surprised you did not realise there were sounds linked to them?

 

Lynda

perhaps because at the moment am more visually inclined?

 

I could sense notes and tone as I looked at these pictures. I think the nearest similarity would be when a musician looks at sheet music and in their head they can hear the orchestra playing and see the images and scenes such music would invoke It was like that.

 

That night I did go to Lynda's home. I didn't travel there in any true sense of the world. I just appeared there and as soon as I arrived I knew there was trouble. I could see the pictures and they were giving off coloured light, aura around each one that reflected the images on the pictures. But that wasn't the problem. the problem I encountered was something that was repelling me. It is so difficult to describe in words because it was all sensation. But there was an energy field that seemed to be guarding her environment and it was a conduit from her to a guiding intelligence that motivated the pictures she produced. I think I was perceived as an intruding energy showing unwanted interest in her images and it was responding to that.

 

I came crashing back into my body and suffered a severe headache for the rest of the day. It bordered on a migraine. I did report my findings to Lynda that next day, but there is a very effective intruder alarm installed that even she doesn't know about.

 

                                                                      'White'    image copyright 2009 Lynda Julie Richardson

 

 

                                 

 

 

On the night of 19th April 2013 I shifted from Earth to Astral plane, this wasn't of my doing, this was Sacha Claire Christie, who, over the months I had been accompanying on very regular jaunts into many dimensions. Sacha has been on a massive enlightenment programme since the awakening experience she had when sat with me that first night. I was no with her regularly. we have come to the conclusion that among other things I am a 'strength' and 'comfort' in the new panoramas she is exploring. On this occasion we were off to make contact with a number of people of her personal aquaintence. This astral meeting took the form of a dinner and social gathering. I sat quietly while Sacha and these other people passed information at thought-speed.

 

The following day was a Saturday and I have my Saturday assistant in my shop. we were sat talking and he asked what I was doing at my laptop and so showed him the first of my blog. Chris had been a Senior Psychiatric Consultant in his former career, which makes an interesting mix with me :) He read the first few lines then stopped and told me of a 'funny dream' he had the previous night. In it he was looking out of the window of a building and saw me walking along the pavement. He thought it was me but couldn't be sure because something about the eyes looked wrong. Then he suddenly found himself on the pavement and realised I was trailing behind a dark haired woman dressed in black jacket and black trousers. ( Sacha dresses in this fashion in astral pursuits when she is in an active role, so I believe it was her he saw.) He said that my eyes were large and came round the sides of my head and were jet black. He could see nothing in them at all. He called to me, he said I looked at him and he felt in his mind that I said 'I am busy. I will explain to you another time.' and then carried on down the street with the woman.

 

This is an interesting encounter because he has nothing to do with my m mission work, nor does he know anything about Sacha and my link to her. For some reason his own astral body had an encounter with the reality that we were passing through. A kind of intersection had been met.