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Today, a brief exploration of the history, providing background on a key book of the Sant Mat tradition of India: The Anurag Sagar (Kabir's Ocean of Love). Then there are spiritual satsang discourses based upon this book and related texts on the journey of the soul through the heavens back to God and the meditation practice of the Masters (Surat Shabd Yoga: Bhakti of the Inner Light and Sound). Find out, as best as we can research this rare history, who wrote the Anurag Sagar; what group originally published and circulated it for many generations; how it was also inherited, preserved, and valued as an essential scripture by Sat Saheb, Sant Dariya Sahib of Bihar, Sant Tulsi Sahib of Hathras, then more recently in Radhasoami: Swami Ji Maharaj of Agra, Baba Jaimal Singh, Hazur Baba Sawan Singh, and then spiritual Masters up to the living present.
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carloscastanedaa · 1 month
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pour rêver
Composer ses poésies
Pour vibrer son âme
Pour donner l'inspiration infinie
Shamanluna
To dream
Writer composition
To vibe our soul
It give the infinity breathing
Free your life to the new Supreme being
Let u fly
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For your whatever you want meditation
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ezekieltobiasfletcher · 4 months
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Keep It Simple
The worst of my bout with COVID is over. Tomorrow will be two weeks since I noticed the uncomfortable tingle in my throat. Yesterday marks one week since I suffered the worst of it. I am on the mend, but some symptoms still linger. As much as I want them to go away, I need these remaining mild symptoms to linger a little while longer as a reminder. I need to be reminded of the promises I made to my higher power that I would take better care of myself. To sleep when I am tired, and not to use substinances, screens, and people to distract myself from the work and pains of living my life on life's terms. I need to be reminded of how honest I was with myself as I pleaded through prayer to survive this virus. I need to be reminded that I will not find my salvation in thinking about what I need to do. I will only save myself by focusing on my higher power and walking my talk. If I want things to be different, then I need to continue breaking from my old habits and coping mechanisms and act as-if, being different, everyday, one day at a time.
I had very little appetite while I was in the depths of COVID. For a few days, all I could tolerate was Lipton Noodles packets with some added rice. The first day I felt a little better, I knew I needed to consume calories, protein, and fiber to help my decimated digestion system. I decided to keep it simple, and made myself two eggs, scrambled in the pan, and two slices of wheat toast with butter. I also decided to nourish my soul by playing one of my favorite games with my mind. I call it, "look how lucky I am..."
I was raised by an early Boomer mother, born in the latter half of the 1940's. She was raised by parents who grew up during the depression, and she also spent a great deal of time with her maternal grandparents, who together with my maternal grandparents, all survived The Great Depression. The love and hardships that my mom was raised with gave her the ability to always find silver linings and to make do with what she had. I will write more about her someday, but for today, I just want you to know that I am very grateful for her and her simple, everyday values that bring me comfort when I need it most. My mother's spirit is part of the great amalgamation that is my "higher power".
As I was making my breakfast, I put on a YouTube Music playlist called: Depression Era, Golden Age of Radio. I remembered stories I was told about what it was like living through world wars, the 1918 flu, and the Great Depression. While preparing my meal, these memories of stories from my family made me thankful to have a stove, cookware, a toaster, sliced bread, butter, eggs, salt and pepper, and a warm home with indoor hot water plumbing to live in. By my grandparents and great grandparent's standards, I have everything I need to live a good and simple life. By simply having a job and a home in the United States, I am in the top 5% of the world. Look how lucky I am.
As horrible as COVID has been for me, it helped me get to bed earlier, I haven't had any marijuana in two weeks, I've limited my screen time, I removed all the social media apps from the home screen of my phone, I've logged off from work by 5:30pm each day, I'm being more intentional about my meals, and with not getting the munchies from the pot, I'm not snacking all the time like Scooby and Shaggy. And as shitty as being sick was, literal pun intended, I am back to my pre-COVID lockdown weight. So yeah... I'm letting this recent mental bottoming out affect me, and I'm getting out of my own way and drawing even closer to my higher power. Look how lucky I am to be alive and be able to change for the better.
For what it's worth, that meal of eggs, toast, and a small glass of orange juice, it was the most delicious fucking meal I have had in a long time. I never want to forget the depth of gratitude I felt on that morning; ever.
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bobowhipsblog · 4 months
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monicascot · 10 months
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From Ghetto to Glory: Inspiring Transformation by Author Latanya 'Epiphany' Richardson | Woke Up
Author, Latanya "Epiphany" Richardson has a miracle story. She was born and raised in Philadelphia Pa in one of the roughest, poorest, violent, ghettos. Growing up, she was told she would never amount to anything.
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harrisonarchive · 1 year
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Photos by REX/Shutterstock, and courtesy of Genesis Publications.
“Dhani and I were not quite sure how we would feel on November 29th. Sometimes we thought we should be spending the night quietly, but really it was the most perfect thing we could have been doing. […] But it was very emotional… and I think Dhani was some sort of an anchor on that stage, and somehow through him, George was really present.” - Olivia Harrison, BBC Radio, 2009
“My Dad didn’t like to see people upset. He hated it when people weren’t happy when they could be.” - Dhani Harrison, Concert for George, Genesis Publications
“[George’s] words became a constant dialogue to us. Especially lines like: ‘Beware of sadness, it can hit you, it can hurt you
 Make you sore and what is more
 That is not what you are here for.’ So we tried not to be sad, but instead celebrated the life and music of a great artiste, the beautiful ‘quiet’ one from Liverpool who became a man of many words as well as worlds, a wise and coveted friend, father and seeker who transcended the distractions of success and fame to maintain a one-pointed focus upon his goal of spiritual awakening. He did all this while entertaining the world and having an equal measure of fun along the way.” - Olivia Harrison, Concert for George liner notes 
“It was obviously very emotional for me to see [Dhani] up there [at the Concert for George on 29 November 2002] paying tribute to his dad. And listening to George’s words — ‘Beware of sadness/ It can hit you, it can hurt you, make you sore/ And what is more, that is not what you are here for’ — feeling so incredibly sad and trying not to be sad — taking George’s advice.” - Olivia Harrison, Rolling Stone, October 9, 2003 (x)
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frank-olivier · 5 months
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Even to this day, many UFO researchers are still trapped in this basic problem of attempting to determine whether or not UFOs and intelligent extraterrestrials really do exist. They may analyze reports of sightings, photographs or films of alleged craft, landing-trace markings, cattle mutilations, abduction and contact stories, government and military insider testimonies, crop circles, or the records and remains of ancient civilizations. However, at the end of a public lecture, radio show, article, or book, the whole subject is usually still left open-ended, with a huge question mark hanging over it. Even if extraterrestrials are acknowledged to exist, the philosophical questions of who they are, where they came from, and what they want with us are almost never addressed. The spiritual aspects of the phenomenon are usually almost completely ignored, as are the deeper implications of the reality of the UFO presence. As a result, any greater philosophical discussion about the nature of space, time, matter, energy, consciousness, and existence itself is greatly reduced, if not eliminated entirely.
-- David Wilcock, Awakening in the Dream (2020)
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waves-of-eternity · 10 months
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We have to realise as a collective, we don’t truly want to awaken. If we did, it would be a done deal.
If you look around you, there’s a lot of ‘spirituality’, without the need to get one’s hands dirty. What I mean is, to do the work you have to go through a process which is frightening, yet simultaneously liberating. You still see a body, but you don’t recognise. People call your name, you don’t recognise it.
Energy begins to subtly awaken through the Seven Charka points, it’s different for every one. I still refer to everyone because we are the every and we are one, energetically speaking. As these energy centres awaken, there are all kinds of symptoms ranging from blissful to absolutely terrifying. It’s not an easy ride! I will not sell a spiritual dream of constant bliss and enjoyment, that’s false.
Still, we need to bring our awareness in to the most important chakra, the one where we shall reside as we move forward as a civilisation. I’m talking of the Heart Chakra. Anahata. ‘Unhurt, Unstruck and Unbeaten’.
The energies on Earth are becoming higher in loving frequency, yet the ego is becoming denser in it’s frequency.
There are two choices, like in Star Wars. Light or dark? Jedi or Sith.
We either evolve, or at least begin with some practices.. or, we simply perish as a race.
It’s our choice, as a collective.
I recommend meditation, yoga and spiritual reading.
Eckhart Tolle, Ram Dass, Adyashanti.
Turn off the TV, switch off the radio, switch off the news.
Once some energy begins to awaken and things begin to shift, you can pick those things back up and see through their illusionary nature.
Love for all. All for love.
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earthkeyper · 2 months
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chaletnz · 5 months
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Amazon: Ayahuasca Ceremony
I made my way up the hill to the temple around 8.30 for my spiritual awakening. Maestro Alfredo was there waiting for me, and Rodrigo and Segundo (a guy who worked in the kitchen) were both also there. The American couple had backed out at the last moment so it would just be three of us drinking under Maestro Alfredo’s guidance. He introduced himself and told us how he had drank his first ayahuasca at 15 years old with his uncle who taught him all the shamanic practices - he is now 70 years old and has drunk ayahuasca thousands of times. Maestro Alfredo told me to trust him and our ceremony began as a torrential downpour of rain started. First he gave me a few drops of some “Amazon perfume” and I was instructed to rub it over myself. Then the cup of ayahuasca was poured. I took a whiff as I held the small wooden cup, it didn’t smell good but certainly not too bad. I was instructed to introduce myself to the ayahuasca and then drink the full cup in one go. It tasted a lot worse than it smelled so I had to do it in two sips rather than one. I sat back down, then Rodrigo and Segundo took their dose. By this time it was 9pm and the generator was turned off to throw us all into complete darkness. All there was to do now was wait, cradling my sick bucket until the aya kicked in.
The first thing I noticed was that my sense of sound was far heightened. It could’ve been the darkness or the aya, I’m not sure, but I could hear the rain as well as every other sound of the jungle like croaking frogs. I had a loud ringing in my right ear which sounded like a chainsaw - it couldn’t be, so I figured  it must be a boat. In hindsight though, it was raining so heavily and the nearest boat with an engine would have to be about a mile or two away, it was probably my imagination. I was able to slow down the individual sounds and isolate them to listen in more carefully and that’s when I really felt like I was on drugs. The shaman regularly performed songs with his “instrument”, a flax brush, and singing to Ayahuasca to give us her energy. I tried to see some visions asking Aya internally for a glimpse of my future if she would be so kind to show me. In the pitch blackness I started to see coloured outlines drawing themselves, a spark of blue and then an outline of a cat - throughout the night I saw some greens and pinks too drawing random shapes but the cats were recurring, big jungle cat faces like a jaguar, or puma. Most of the visions were hard to make out, a lot of human and animal eyes, I did make out my mum’s face at one point, as well as something else that looked like a cartoon Pokémon but there was nothing super distinct other than the multiple cats. In my head there was some shouting back and forth which sounded like a domestic argument and was kind of scary although I couldn't make out the words. I felt my stomach churning as time passed and eventually I threw up about three times which burned my throat a lot. I started to hear snippets of music in my head, they sounded like songs I’d listen to but not so familiar that I knew them. It seemed like someone had a radio on but I think it was my imagination because I wouldn’t have been able to hear it over the rain if there was one. Maestro Alfredo told me to focus on the messages in my head rather than the images, as I’d said they were weak and hard to see when he asked me what I saw/heard/felt. I thought about my mum, she is the most important. I also had thoughts about my brain not being able to trip “properly” maybe something is wired wrong or different or possibly I have a health issue? About an hour in I realised it was easier to see the visions with my eyes open just staring into the darkness because I was so tired, my body wanted to sleep but the visions are not dreams so I needed to be conscious. I would see maybe three or four continuous sparks of colour making a line drawing of a shape and then changing to another one but then it would fade out into the black. There was nothing so profound or enlightening that I saw or felt or thought and after an hour and a half it seemed to get weaker still and Maestro was closer than before. He’d sounded very far away compared to the boat/chainsaw and the rain and jungle noises when he’d been performing his songs. He said I probably could’ve taken more but he didn’t recommend it now because I’d be up for hours longer. I was tired and the waves of hot and cold had landed on cold also from the wind and rain - at 11pm I pulled on my hoody but was still cold. Wild as I had been sweating the entire time since I’d landed in Iquitos airport. I wanted to lie down in bed but Segundo and Rodrigo were still tripping hard so I had to wait about another 20 minutes for them to come down enough to be able to walk back. The walk back was tricky, pouring rain and a slippery grass slope to climb over, Rodrigo also had to stop at a tree to throw up a lot. Once I got back to my room I felt almost completely lucid though. I tried to sleep but I was still seeing a few coloured sparks trying to draw outlines, I saw a house with a straw thatched roof on fire and others I couldn’t make out before I finally drifted off feeling restless and weak.
The experience was enjoyable, but I didn't feel the enlightenment I think I was expecting from it. I had requested a lesser dose from the Maestro as I was afraid. I would try ayahuasca again, and I would take a full dose, or even slightly more, now I am not afraid of it.
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Myself and the shaman Maestro Alfredo
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santmat · 16 days
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Evolving Spiritually - The Wisdom of Kabir - Spiritual Awakening Radio - Sant Mat Satsang Podcast
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"Life is a progression. We progress from childhood to adulthood, from simplicity to complexity, from ignorance to knowledge, from innocence to wisdom and from birth to death. It is the law of life. But there is also a progression from the external life to the internal, from the hustle and bustle of material life to the serenity and silence of internal life. It is in the latter that we experience the beauty of the Self and its connection with Divinity." (Dr. Jagessar Das, Doctor by Chance - Mystic by Choice, also translator of, The Complete Bijak of Guru Kabir, and other translations of Kabir)
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Quotes from Many Different Sources on the Spiritual Journey -- Spiritual Awakening Radio Podcast
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Selected Quotes from Many Different Spiritual Masters, Mystics, Scriptures, Gnostic Gospels and Spiritual Classics
For the Sants of the East, all names of the One God represent the Nameless, Formless (Nirguna) God of Love and Compassion Who is Timeless (Akal), Spirit, and Eternal Truth (Sat).
The True Spirit of Simran Practice is Bhakti
“Simran” is a term which means “Remembrance”, the spiritual practice of remembering or being mindful of God by repeating his Name. Devotees sing or chant various names for God. Higher spiritually, and more “within” is the practice of “manas jap”, the mental repetition of God’s name or names “with the tongue of thought” — in other words, chanting names of God within one’s mind. The Sants have always placed much greater emphasis upon mental Simran over vocal chant.
There is however, more to Simran than the repeating of sacred names. Simran must be approached with the right attitude, the right spirit, for one’s intent determines how successful the practice will be, and what effect it will have upon one’s consciousness. Simran has never been intended to be a dry or lifeless mantra practice. The path of the Sants is a Bhakti path, a path of love and devotion for the Supreme Being. Thus, the true Masters have always instructed their students to repeat God’s Name with love and devotion, as a lover calling out to one’s Beloved, the Lord of Love.
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reservoirreputation · 9 months
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I'm maybe a half hour into Holy Smoke
And I can't stop thinking about how hot Harvey Keitel is.
Jesus fucking christ that man can get it 25/8 366 days out of the fucking year he's so unbearably hot I knew this was gonna happen I can't be normal while watching a movie with him.
Also, the movie's great, so far!
Kate Winslet singing along to You Oughta Know is so fucking cute, I love her so fucking much.
That one character that just let the kid faceplant because she was too distracted by Harvey Keitel? That's me. I don't know if I've ever related to a character more, goddamn.
On the one hand, 'good for you girl, knowing what you want (PJ's dick) and going for it, (blowing him)' but also going 'he's not your therapist girl, get help. This is a little sad.' Breathe through it, indeed. Also, what's sadder than writing yourself love letters that are so convincing that your boyfriend thinks you must be cheating?
Kate just read him to filth, this is great. The slurping was a nice touch. You can tell it really hit a nerve with him.
The more I watch, the more I'm convinced Campion's written another 19th century drama, but it's set in 1999. The whole 'breaking a woman's spirit to show her the light' but it's really about getting to know her and listening to her and letting her rage, yell and scream. About two stubborn as hell personalities clashing and coming together.
The reveal of 'HELP' spelled out in rocks absolutely sent me. Also, canon bi PJ?
Girl, you've thrown out the bad shit and immediately want to fill the void.
This is why the family can't get involved. You spend 10k on getting her help and want to fuck with that? And the driving, jesus it's spiking my anxiety.
The first sex scene ended so abruptly and hilariously, that this second one's making my mind melt. Good on you Campion, having Harvey Keitel go down on someone in two movies.
When the voice of reason shows up. Also, thank you, again, Campion, for gifting us Harvey's titties. Appreciate you <3. Also, everyTHING IS NOT FINE
NO ONE. TOLD ME. THAT SHE'D BE PUTTING LIPSTICK ON HIM. GETTING HIM IN A DRESS THAT SHOWS OFF HIS TITS. NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THE INTIMACY OF IT AND HOW HE LOOKS AT HER WITH *THOSE* EYES. TUMBLR YOU'VE FAILED ME.
Side note, PJ wearing pants under the dress was 100% me in ballet class when I was six. The second time I've felt seen in this movie.
The whole 'BE KIND" scene, ow. Ow ouch owie. 'I'm heartless. No one can be around me, no one even likes me' good fucking lord, this is really getting to the heart of what it means to be someone vulnerable to this type of brainwashing, huh?
This is definitely a comedy of errors.
OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE'S IN THE TRUNK
HE JUST TURNED THE RADIO ON
'I'M NOT IN YET' I LOVE THIS MOVIE
Is this the epitome of 'I can make him better' 'I can make him worse'
Nothin' better for the soul than a spiritual awakening/heat stroke.
The way they're with other people, living their separate lives, but have each other's love, even from across the world? Fucking hell, Campion.
And roll credits.
What a realistic, yet weirdly hopeful ending. Movie as a whole, just the right amount of heartfelt, dramatic and funny. Truly never seen anything quite like this. Would watch again if I'm in a very specific mood, easily.
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blackwitchspace · 11 months
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Cw: Reflection, Meditation Afterthought, Long Post
Tw: De_th, Spirits, Veil, Supernatural
Since growing up, I didn't understand why I couldn't be up at night while everyone else was sleeping and the earth, at least on our side, was quiet and still. I would constantly ask my mother to put me in "night school" because day time really disturbed me lmao. During that particular time my premonitions were becoming more frequent, spirits revealed themselves more and downloads sounded like a static filled radio stations (on was still learning how to hone my gift) and I know people joke about "witching hours" but the energy is completely different around a certain time of night.
Witching hours, depending on who you ask, start around 1am but the Veil between life and death are it's thinnest between 3&4. Typically during this time the Spirit World is able to visit us a lot easier. The witching hour came from ppl assuming witches cast their spells in the blackness of night undetected 🙄 When certain religions like Christians refer to WH it's bc its believed that's when Christ died. Religious beliefs place his death at 3 pm, and because the "devil" works in inversions, the witching hour, or the time when we are farthest from holy power and supernatural activity is at its greatest, is 3 am.
I've had the pleasure of sitting with people as they cross over, a Death Doula of sorts, and it's usually around the 3am mark. My grandfather reached for me while taking his last breathe around 312 I was angry at him bc I'd just warmed up a quesadilla and was so looking forward to eating it. I was awaken from my sleep unable to breathe when my cousin expired from asphyxiation around 320. I thought I was having an asthma attack, we did everything I knew to do. Breathing treatment, cool air, nothing was working. I remember receiving a phone call about thirty minutes later that he was gone. He was in Cali and Me in Chicago but it felt like for that moment we were every where and no where together.
My earliest memory is of my father which I share often. Around 330 on the 4th of July. I was five. I woke from my sleep telling everyone he was about to d_e but the adults around me assumed it was a fever dream and gave me meds that put me back to sleep which I'm told it was a very active sleep. He succumbed to his injury soon after I settled. I was visiting Alabama at the time and he was in Texas.
Other than de_ath, spiritual downloads are easier to be received during this time and manifesting is also better (especially if you manifest simultaneously with a release/orgasm truthfully masturbation is a great spiritual tool).
A lot of us are doing some sort of work on ourselves that include being comfortable with yourself as your personal gifts are introduced. Till this day I surprise myself being able to tell someone what I see in front of them while being no where near them. Admittedly it used to be scary bc I thought "there's no way this is for real" or I'd be afraid that I'd get judged and talked about (which is a story for another day).
I don't know what prompted me to share any of this, as you all know I don't tell y'all my business outside of sharing my shadow work journey but it's clear one of you needed it.
So the next time you're wide awake those hours, pray (talk to the Universe), meditate (listen to the Universe), then release (let go and allow things to manifest).
This also isn't an invitation to ask my for spiritual help, I'm not an adviser just a Veiled Bae sharing experiences.
I hope today brings each of you warmth.
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The Montauk Project
Montauk, New York
The Montauk Project is a conspiracy theory that alleges there were a series of secret United States government projects conducted at Camp Hero or Montauk Air Force Station in Montauk, New York, for the purpose of developing psychological warfare techniques and exotic research including time travel.
As far as government cover-ups go, the Montauk Project may be one of the most well-guarded secret government projects that ever existed. The Montauk Experiment is basically the Area 51 of New England and stories about the project’s time travel experiments, use of alien technology, and research into telekinesis have managed to both enthrall and terrify conspiracy theorists since the government shut down the “Roswell of the North’s” experiments in the early ’80s.
A man by the name of Preston Nichols wrote a book called The Montauk Project. It begins with him explaining that in 1971 he received a mysterious grant from an unknown source to study mental telepathy. At this time, Preston was an electrical engineer in Long Island, New York. He begins to notice there is a huge radio frequency and at the same time everyday, psychics will loose their abilities. Ascension is the process of increasing and raising frequency. This is happening on a planetary, personal, and collective level. Hearing vibrations or high-pitched frequencies offers a sort of signal that this change is happening. The frequency may be a sign that you’re awakening to the higher dimensions, and tuning into more of your innate power as a divine spiritual being in physical form. The high-pitched frequency or vibration you are hearing may also offer validation and serve as a sort of indication that the ascension process, including activating and upgrading your DNA is taking place.
In 1974 Preston builds a giant antenna and straps it to his car and follows this frequency and ends up at Montauk at an abandoned air force base. In the 1960s, this air force base built a giant radio antenna that was meant to detect soviet aircrafts, well this antenna was still in use when Preston’s tracking device found it. When Preston arrived in Montauk, he discovered that the entire town was disguised as New England homes with all the bells and whistles and was like this to deceive enemies. No one would be able to find this base unless they had the ability to track radio waves like Preston did.
Preston at this point went to go ask the guard if he could get in and the guard denies him to enter. 10 years later, he get news that the base has been abandoned. He decides to go there and break in and sees all this equipment that he would love to have. He then goes and contacts a surplus disposal agency and this agency gives him a name of an unknown man in New Jersey. This man gives Preston a piece of paper to give to the guard at this air force base. Preston then goes back to this air force base with one of his psychic friends and hands the guard this piece of paper and the guard says to him ” Take everything you want now because you can never come back”.
They walk into this base and get a strange vibe from it. Everything was torn up and destroyed. A complete mess. Preston’s psychic friend taps in and discovers that Preston did indeed work at the Montauk Air Force Base and abandoned his team when an experiment about mind control went wrong. Preston becomes totally freaked out and they both decide to leave the base. All of sudden, people started to approach Preston telling him that they too have memories of working at this base and also have memories of working with him. This would imply that he was simultaneously working in another town as an electrical engineer while he was also working at this base in the mind control section.
In 1984, Preston decides to go setup a tent on a beach in Montauk the same year that he had broken into the base and camps there for a while so he could do some research and talk to locals. He got a lot of information and so many people reporting that strange things were happening in Montauk when this base was active.
A man named Duncan Cameron came and knocked on Preston’s door to ask him if he would help him repair some audio equipment. Preston agrees to help and the two of them ended up becoming good friends and he finds out that Duncan is also psychic. Preston decides to take Duncan to this base to hopefully unlock some memories and they both go and break in. Duncan remembers being a test subject in experiments on base that were horrifying. He also recalls young boys from around the area being kidnapped and brought to this base and they would wake up in dark closed rooms strapped to tables where mind control was performed on them. Duncan also discovers that he remembers he was suppose to unfriend Preston and assassinate him. Both Decide to go public with information incase something were to happen to them. Then they receive information from a U.S. Senator that the base was decommissioned in 1969 and government got rid of all information tying these two to Montauk.
In 1990, Preston is working on his electrical stuff and gets a big electric shock which triggers a bunch of memories that he was a scientist working at this air force base in the 70s. This means that he would have been living in 2 planes of existence at the same time. A company called Brookhaven who took over the base, still exists and built a ion collider which smashes particles together. Stephen Hawking referred to this ion collider as a time machine. Preston remembers joining a project in 1973 and their main subject was Duncan Cameron. He remembers Duncan being strapped to a chair with all this machinery and wires all over him which altered his brain waves and claimed that everything Duncan visualizes actually materializes. He remembers that they all realized that this project was unethical and came up with a plan to materialize a monster. When the time was right, Duncan visualizes and materializes this monster in which trashed the base and killed lots of people. Now if you go back to earlier when these two broke into the base and saw the places completely trashed, they contribute this monster to this mess. Going back to his memories, he remembers that after the monster killed so many people, the base went around to find all the remaining survivors and wiped their memory of this incident.
In 1992 Preston wrote a book called the Montauk Project and this book triggers other people’s memories. Another man also wrote a book about repressed memories that he remembers being a young boy in Long Island, being kidnapped waking up strapped to a table in an underground bunker underneath the Montauk Air Force Base and said he was brainwashed. If you go to the Montauk Air Force Base today, it is completely closed to the public, signs everywhere saying no trespassing or you will be prosecuted and the base is heavily locked down.
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