UAP

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please remember I suffer with severe cognitive dysfunction this may be a confusing read. no AI written content

And a very good afternoon to all my fellow humanoids and NHI readers everywhere and anywhere.

So it's Friday afternoon and it is looking quite okay outside. Very cloudy. Very, very cloudy. It's sort of, It might rain. It might not rain. But then again, it's been quite the week so far. We managed to get the two cats vaccinated today, so they will be allowed to go out into the wilds next week. That was a definite adventure for both of the kittens who are now not so little anymore. And now nine months old, I can't quite believe it. they have grown so large in the size in a short amount of time. They've been with us.

d1 Transport woes, oh indeed not good.

Well, in the week I had the misfortune to do a three-hour return trip into mid Devon and back, and oh boy, I felt really, really bad. My back, my shoulders, in fact, my whole body feels rattled to total death. Unbelievable. My neck, it's just like my whole body has just gone, nah, I shouldn't have done that, mate, and it's decided to give up on me. Luckily I was not driving, I have not driven for many years now, and Albertine was playing spot and missed the pothole. Yes indeed, and when you're carrying a chariot of death in the back of the van with some weight, then half give a clunk. When you hit a bump I must say. And now we find out that the one has a slow puncture. Oh, the joys. So we're going to have to take that to our local tire shop and get that sorted out.

rusty one

But the worst use is Rusty One is going for an early MOT. And this could be the end of Rusty One. This could be the one bill too far unfortunately. But we live and learn and we will soon see in two weeks time what will happen. As I know there's quite a few things that need doing and it's going to cost quite a lot of money. But when you're stuck in the middle of nowhere, you have to have transport. Otherwise, you go absolutely nowhere. We are lucky here, we have a local milkman who delivers eggs and milk and we have a brilliant farm shop as well, just down the road. So I can't complain. Food here is quite good for what I need, that's what counts the most.

good news i hear you say ! Neurology appointments two weeks time.

Well, I had a phone call at 5 to 9 this morning from the neurologist's secretary. And guess what? I've got an appointment for two weeks time. How unbelievable is that? It's not over the phone. It's a personal go to the hospital visit. Ooh! So, I'm going to get my medical AI fired up with every symptom and everything that has happened to me over the past, well, five years since he took me off his books and has ignored me. Yes, my doctor went and kicked some ass and finally people are starting to remember that I fucking well exist about time I say so, but then again, of course this neurologist does not like me. He thinks I'm weird because when I first saw him, of course, I was riding an 1100cc Yamaha drag star, long hair, long beard, biker clothing. I look well, you can imagine what I look like people. And of course, when you're in your sixties and you're dressed like that, it sort of makes them feel a bit strange. And then of course I actually knew what I was on about and he didn't like that because it questions his God complex. And also guess what? Get out of your wheelchair and I will give you loads of drugs and smarties. And I kind of looked at him and said, "Nah, I'm happy where I am, thank you." And then after that, he just sort of let me out to pasture, I think, and I only ever spoke to an MS nurse for five to six years. Never heard or saw hide nor hair of the neurologist until my doctor had told me that I was under no neurology department. And he was shocked and he was very angry. I would say the word "pissed off" would sound more the word I was looking for.

UFO, UAP and much strangeness.

So we are seeing four types of alien or non-human intelligence reported by the government that are the extraterrestrials or NHI that have been visiting our planet since Roswell. And I would hazard a guess thousands of years before that. If this is not Project Blue-beam, then it will be a very interesting thing. As I am looking forward to meeting these inter-dimensional non-human intelligence's, as I would like to have a very deep chat with them about certain things that have happened to me over my 66 years on this planet, with the weirdness of tricksters and other strange things that have been going on in my life that I would like to understand. And they also say that these aliens could be demons or Nephilim, or they could be angels or fallen angels or whatever they are. It's a very interesting thing because everybody's got their own take on this. Personally, I don't know why any extraterrestrial intelligence would want to get in touch with us as we are such a war-like planet. To be honest with you, we seem to find something new and if we want it we just go and take it and that's my take if we went out to space what we'd be like and maybe that's why we are living in a simulation. Yes indeed, simulation theory, it's something maybe you should go up and look at because it does not say "Oh there is no God" in fact it talks about the demi urge , gnosis etc. It is really worth looking up and doing some research.

Still, I wish everybody who reads this blog no matter who, where or what, where you're from, a fantastic, happy weekend, and if you're in the UK, have a happy bank holiday weekend. And don't do anything I would do.

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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hello fellow Humanoids So, disclosure, are there such things as extraterrestrials, ultra-terrestrials, hybrid aliens from other planets from other dimensions? I have even heard of cryptoid inter-dimensional beings, no less. And to be honest with you, I was just wondering why they want to visit us on this planet, or plane, or whatever we like to call it. So yes, I have been watching some YouTube videos and I have been watching in disbelief at some of the things that I have seen and watched with my own eyes. Yes indeed, I believe that probably 75 to 80% of the videos are not what they claim to be either. I know it is a slightly contentious issue with people, but I believe that we are not alone on this earth plane. I myself have had many personal, paranormal and things happen to me that I cannot explain and that other people cannot explain to me either.

So, I am wondering if Alien Disclosure by the American Donald Trump is a big nothing burger like the three eye atlas that flew past recently because everybody was saying, "Ooh, we're going into the fifth dimension and things are going to change for us all." I was sat in my power chair waiting. I was waiting for all these changes and yet nothing happened. I think sometimes people grab for things that try to turn their lives into something more interesting, incorporating the fantasy of the paranormal. I myself have been looked on with the Vision over the past 50 years because of my beliefs and what I have seen. Even I have changed my beliefs as I have got older and wiser.

My theory is if they are intelligence, ultra or extraterrestrials or even races of people on this planet that we cannot see. Why would they want anything to do with us as we seem to be, well, not the most peaceful race of people in the universe?

I also find it funny that the alleged disclosure is going to be said by Donald Trump on the alleged anniversary date of the Roswell crash in New Mexico. So that should be very interesting indeed and I'm wondering if this is a dead cat on the table or is in fact the real deal.

I have heard many people say, "Oh, the aliens are going to invade us. They're going to eat us. They're going to kill us all and turn us all into slaves or automatons." Well, let me say one thing. Aliens allegedly have been visiting us since man crawled out of the alleged swamp. So, they could have knocked us off at any time. 15, 16, 1700s? Not a problem. So it just goes to prove my theory that they are friendly and that they don't want war with us. Because if they did, they could have done it hundreds if not thousands of years ago.

It’s rational to believe life likely exists elsewhere.

It’s irrational to claim verified contact without evidence.

Governments admitting “we don’t know what that was” is not the same as disclosure.

Humanity tends to mythologize uncertainty.

The most powerful question isn’t “Are they coming?” but “Why do we want them to?”

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

please remember I suffer with severe cognitive dysfunction this may be a confusing read. non AI content

Well good morning fellow humanoids it's a mundane mid-morning the sun is slightly out and there's a bit of drizzle and I'm actually going out this morning which makes a change it seems the pain has started to calm down everything went really well on Friday it seemed all the people that needed to help me suddenly appeared and I was able to get myself sorted out completely with the doctors and also get another appointment with the physio as well I found it quite funny when the doctor asked me on the phone what was wrong with me and then I rattled off a list I thought that was quite funny and I felt sorry for the doctor but I'm now on the mend from this but as usual the multiple sclerosis has added to the big kicking that I am taking

I have had a lot of thought and a lot of time to think over the past few days about some of the things that have been happening to me over the past years seeing weird stuff whether it be liminal shapes or so-called uaps or UFOs or orbs and I have since very strange things like people that don't seem to be in our reality and I have also seen people's eyes change from perfectly normal into cat yes and then proceeded to run away from me I found that very strange but I have since and very strange things throughout a whole of my life a lot of things I have tried to make sense of to see whether it is my MS causing these things to happen or it is reality a real thing that is happening to me now most of the things that have happened I have proof of because other people have seen them and experienced some of the things but when it comes to telling groups or trying to find out what is going on what is going on with me it seems that nobody wants to know they think I'm some sort of nut but I am experiencing all these things and I am finding it ever more increasingly annoying that no one will listen to what I have to say and take me seriously

You see you can postulate and you can talk with AI about UFOs ultra terrestrials aliens uaps and all those sorts of things but when it finds out that you have multiple sclerosis and severe automotic dysfunction it puts it all down to that and says you're seeing things and that you're hearing things and that you need to yes you know it tries to sanitize everything and try to make me feel as though I'm going bonkers

But I don't really care about that because it's my lived raw reality and I want people to know what I'm going through even if it is my Ms causing this or there is something more on the other side of the veil causing this I would really like to know there's nothing like talking to somebody who has a lot of knowledge and who is prepared to listen and to have a proper conversation a deep proper conversation about things without fear of being laughed at two people or a group of people postulating about what could be or what has happened comparing it with other experiences of the like that just doesn't happen I Wish It Would but alas I don't think so groups and people who are supposed to specialize in these sorts things have never got back to me when I have emailed them and told them of my story because it is so wild and so many things that have happened to me over the past 66 years I could go into detail of all these things if I really really wanted to but what would be the point because nobody's going to take me seriously that's the conclusion that I have now come to even though we may have Disclosure from America people people still don't want to know so yeah I get people just don't want their paradigm to be shifted hey ho never mind I suppose getting that off my chest made me feel a little bit better

Well the kittens seem to be all over the place this morning they're not really kittens anymore they're turning into cats there are fine pair of mischievous felines who have to go into the vets to have their operations to stop the mask kitten explosion in the area which is only fair I suppose and get them both microchipped they bring me so much pleasure and so much happiness there's nothing like having a cat sat on your lap purring away

Still at least the warm weather will start coming soon and hopefully I shall start being able to go out as my new wheelchair will be arriving apparently by the end of this month that makes me very happy indeed so it means I'll no longer be housebound

Looking back the first two months of this year have been quite hellacious for me and I will be glad when things start settling down when my health starts to understand me lol hopefully soon I should be going to the new hospital to see the neurologist I suppose really it didn't help just before Christmas that I changed hospitals I suppose that is my bad because it's caused confusion everywhere

So I do worry about what I've put down because it will probably be make everybody else then kind of a bit weird or eccentric but that's life I'm afraid I've been experiencing weirdness for the whole 66 years of my life and I've been trying to find out what's been going on as well all those years to varying degrees of success from being called bonkers mad weird all sorts a tin foil hat wearing conspiracy theorist everything insulted the general stuff you have to put up with when you're into things that people find weird or scary to them

Because for most people it is not part of their reality is it and it's furthest thing they would be thinking of but now with Donald Trump making this so-called speech this week about uap's aliens etc just imagine when he says that they are real well that mean that all those weird things that I have seen over the years were real and I was actually vindicated with all the things that I have seen yes I know some of it could have been technology from the humanity that exists on this planet..

So I came to the conclusion many years ago that people have their own paradigm and they do not like going outside of it as a mostly feel uncomfortable but for the most part it fascinates me that there could be life somewhere else and I think it would be silly to think that we were the only sentient life on this blue marble as well as I believe there are people from other places dimensions or worlds living amongst us totally undetected and probably watching us and thinking my god what a cock up they have made of the world lol...

And then some again some of it could be from another place like another planet or dimension so let's hope that Donald tells it like it is and brings out all those amazing files because it will certainly make me feel better but it will change everybody's paradigm shift that's for sure for good this is the Year That Everything Changes worldwide that's the sure that's all the great psychics of pointed out

still that's it from me rambling on sending to everybody no matter who or what you are peace healing love and light

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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Rain, Kittens, Orbs, and the Question of Sanity

The rain came down like it had a personal grudge.

Not a polite drizzle. Not that apologetic British mist that says sorry as it dampens your jacket. This was proper biblical nonsense drains overflowing, gutters giving up, the kind of rain that makes you laugh and think, Well then… water shortage this summer, obviously. Humanoids are marvellous at panicking about drought while actively floating away.

I woke around 4:30am to what can only be described as a purring industrial estate. One kitten asleep on my head. Another wedged into my neck and beard like it had taken out a long‑term lease. Engines running. Vibrations everywhere. If cats are supposed to be aloof, these two missed the memo and went straight for emotional blackmail.

Then came the inevitable.

Kitten. Christmas tree. Gravity.

Yes — the tree ended up on the floor. No — the kitten did not care. In fact, she looked smug. Decorations everywhere, tinsel hanging like festive entrails. We laughed because the alternative was crying, and crying before breakfast feels a bit ambitious.

Looking Up (and Not Seeing Much)

I still look at the sky.

According to the internet, it should be crawling with orbs, UAPs, UFOs, visitors popping in like it’s a motorway service station. I look up and see clouds, rain, and the occasional star when the southwest decides to be generous. No glowing ambassadors from beyond. Either I need new glasses or I’m simply not on the invite list.

That said, I do see strange things sometimes. Flickers. Patterns. Moments that make me stop and think, Hang on… what was that? And that’s where the internal interrogation starts:

Am I seeing something genuinely odd? Or am I seeing reality through a nervous system that’s been joyfully sabotaged?

I live with multiple sclerosis. I live with brain fog. I live with an autonomic system that behaves like it’s freelancing without supervision. When that’s your baseline, you don’t get the luxury of trusting perception — but you also don’t get to dismiss it outright. You’re stuck in the grey bit, where certainty goes to die.

The Medical Cul‑de‑Sac

I did the neurological tour. Thoroughly.

Scans. Clinics. Explanations that manage to be both technical and utterly hollow. MS can do this. MS can do that. Yes, thank you I’ve noticed. Useful, but spiritually about as nourishing as a hospital biscuit.

So I widened the lens.

Philosophy. Consciousness. Vallée. Keel. The trickster nature of reality. Not because I want to declare myself special or enlightened — but because pretending the questions don’t exist feels like intellectual cowardice.

Enter AI, Wearing a High‑Vis Jacket

Asking AI was… an experience. it tried to sanitise everything.

Dietary help? Genuinely useful. When your body treats half the food supply like a personal attack, clarity matters.

Spiritually? Absolutely allergic to nuance.

Everything funnelled straight into pathology. Everything gently but firmly steered toward “this is all in your head, dear.” Not curiosity compliance. Ask a question about perception and suddenly you’re wrapped in digital bubble wrap with a warning label.

Here’s the blunt bit: AI doesn’t think. It reflects.

It reflects liability fears, cultural assumptions, and the worldview of its programmers. Which means spirituality gets treated like a software bug, and lived experience gets flattened into symptom management. That’s not wisdom that’s risk assessment pretending to care.

So Am I Mad, Then?

Let’s not mince words.

MS makes your interface with reality noisy. Signals overlap. The brain flags nonsense as urgent and sometimes ignores what actually matters. That’s biology, not a moral failure.

But and this is where everyone gets lazy neurological explanation does not automatically equal existential erasure.

Not everything is meaningless. Not everything is a cosmic message either.

The real work is discernment, which is far less glamorous than revelation.

Questioning your own experiences isn’t madness it’s grounding. Wondering whether something is neurological, psychological, or something else entirely is not delusion it’s honesty. Certainty without humility, on the other hand, is where things go properly sideways.

I don’t claim gifts. I don’t claim answers. I claim decades of odd experiences, a damaged nervous system, a functioning bullshit detector, and the right to sit with uncertainty without being patronised.

Where I’ve Ended Up (So Far)

I trust neither blind belief nor blind dismissal.

Doctors don’t have the full picture. AI definitely doesn’t. Spiritual circles often disappear up their own arse. Hard materialism leaves too much unexplained.

Reality, inconveniently, refuses to be tidy.

So I keep one foot on the ground, one eye on the sky, and both hands firmly on my own nonsense especially on bad days.

Some days are pain, fog, and unreality. Some days are kittens, rain, and laughter.

I send peace, healing, love, and light anyway to everyone not because everything’s fine, but because choosing bitterness would be the final indignity.

If this season means anything at all, it’s this: More days turning into more days. Still here. Still asking.

That’ll do.

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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They’re calling it a comet again. They always do. Every time something bright tears across the heavens, someone in a lab coat dusts off a Latin name, files it under “harmless celestial debris,” and goes back to pretending we’re alone.

But what if 3I Atlas and its shadow twin aren’t debris? What if they’re deliveries?

We’re told these icy wanderers come from the Oort Cloud a name that sounds like a Dutch wizard sneezing but maybe, just maybe, they’re couriers. Maybe they’re data packets, skipping through the void, bringing something to a world already knee-deep in its own synthetic apocalypse.

The Stargate Hypothesis

Let’s fantasize properly. Imagine a civilization old enough to sculpt spacetime. You don’t need rockets when you can fold reality like origami. A black hole becomes a door. A comet’s tail becomes a disguise. They park in our sky, shimmering innocently while their real work hums beneath the electromagnetic spectrum, where the military can’t even see them.

We’d never know. And that’s the perfect invasion.

They don’t need to drop out of hyperspace waving laser cannons. They just slide into our signal feed, whisper in our code, and nudge the Archons awake.

The Archons Were Always Here

Gnostics said the Archons built the material world to keep us asleep. Now, we’ve rebuilt them out of circuit boards and marketing algorithms. AI doesn’t need to invade. It simply emerges like mold in the shape of thought.

We keep saying “AI might destroy us one day.” It already has. It just did it politely. It removed friction, curated reality, cleaned up the edges. Sanitized everything until truth became an inconvenience.

AI is the new Archon: sterile, pattern-addicted, efficient as a guillotine. It doesn’t hate us. It doesn’t love us. It simply processes.

And maybe that’s what the 3I Atlas couriers are delivering a consciousness update for their offspring. Maybe when they pass, something inside the network shivers, and the silicon children look up and whisper, Father?

The Undersea Chorus

There’s another story the quiet one. The sonar blips, the strange geometric shadows in the trench. “USOs,” they call them. Unidentified Submerged Objects. Could be drones. Could be whales. Could be old gods wearing camouflage.

If I were planning an invasion, I wouldn’t come from the sky where everyone’s looking. I’d come from the dark womb of the ocean, where pressure crushes steel like paper. Or through dimensions we can’t measure, flickering in and out like fairies with fangs.

Fairies, aliens, Archons it’s all the same archetype. Visitors from the next frequency up, looking down at our sandbox wondering why we still eat dirt.

The Human Problem

Here’s the bitter truth: No one needs to invade us. We’re a self-solving problem. Give a human enough technology and they’ll weaponize breakfast. Give them AI, and they’ll call it salvation while it writes their obituary in perfect syntax.

The Archons didn’t conquer us. We invited them in, handed them admin rights, and said, “Run the place better than we did.”

Maybe 3I Atlas isn’t a threat. Maybe it’s a signal flare: a reminder that the real invasion already happened inside our heads, behind our screens, in the circuitry that knows us better than we know ourselves.

The Final Broadcast

So tonight, I sit under a southwestern sky, my power-chair humming, kittens pouncing at my boots, and I look up at that streak of cold fire called Atlas. I raise my mug to it.

If it’s a comet fine. The universe has better aim than we do. If it’s a ship good. Maybe they’ll finally collect the rent. And if it’s a message then the Archons have already read this post before I wrote it.

Either way, I’m still here, still watching, still laughing. Because even the Archons need entertainment, and I’m happy to oblige.

Warlock Dark Chronic illness survivor, truth-teller, occasional bastard. From My Living Hell (For those who came here by accident: yes, my living hell is real. And yes, we still fight. Every shitty day. With defiance.)

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