Guerrylla Warrior: Inside the CIA's Stargate Program, The True Story of a Soldiers Espionage & Awakening, by David Morehouse, US Army Rangers

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“You’re an infantryman; I don’t expect anything more. What’s that saying? Arguing with an infantryman is like wrestling with a pig: Everybody gets dirty, but the pig loves it.”
~ Guerrylla Warrior: Inside the CIA's Stargate Program, The True Story of a Soldiers Espionage & Awakening, by David Morehouse, US Army Rangers ~

Here is Quinn's Second Law: What people think is what they do. And its corollary: To change what people do, change what they think.

BuckMinster Bell: You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete.

Quinn's First Law. It won't surprise you. It may even strike you as obvious. Here it is. No undesirable behavior has ever been eliminated by passing a law against it.
~ FSB, Kremlin :: “A principle of reality is that great secrets are right in front of you” :: H4 Red October ~

Anyway, the dream went on to say that thoughts have different types of strength's, like magnets, and what made the thought a 'stronger' magnet -- ie to attract other thought-magnets -- was the amount of 'emotion' attached to the thought....

The dream went on to say that similar ideas were being tried by the likes of the CIA and so on, but their problem was that, you cannot access this thought-magnet-internet if you are in someway 'secretive', ie if you have thoughts that you wish to hide from the universe. Either you have to be totally open, or your mind will have a barrier to the internet. Sort of like you can't dial into the internet without exposing all of your computers(mind's) hard-drive(thoughts) and software(emotions), so that was why they were having problems. Another obstacle to fully accessing the thought-magent-internet was if you had strong beliefs about not expressing certain emotions, that this would mess up your 'receiving' capacity from other thought-magnets, because you would not allow yourself to fully receive the thought with it's attached emotion, which is what brings understanding. Anyway, that was the dream. I imagine hearing that would be scary, except for a few? Are you one of the few?
~ BBB: Co22ander Ramius Ca22erpi22ar Typh22n : MDC ~

Eschatology, Third World Tyrants and Christianity

‘There is not a truth existing that I fear or would wish unknown to the whole world.’

“I do not agree with a word you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it”
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“Admiral Fallon told General Petraeus that he considered him to be "an ass-kissing little chickenshit" and added, "I hate people like that"”
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“You can’t handle the truth. We live in a world that has walls guarded by men with guns. You gonna do it? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You curse the Marines. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. Our existence while grotesque & incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You need us on that wall. We use words like honour, code, loyalty, as the backbone of a life spent defending something called a goddamn fucking Constitution. I have neither the time nor inclination to explain myself to any ‘bureaucrat’ too gutless to look me in the face, or to answer my telephone calls, who wishes to benefit from the freedom I provide; while questioning the manner in which I provide it. If so, pick up a weapon and stand a post.”

~ "We use words like honour, code, loyalty, as the backbone of a life spent defending something called a goddamn fucking Constitution." ~

Psychic Warrior: Inside the CIAs Stargate Program, The True Story of a Soldiers Espionage and Awakening,

by David Morehouse, US Army Rangers (Ret) (Excerpts)

Inside STARGATE…
How do we know the truth is out there?
Because, one man defied the CIA and the US Army to bring his story back.
His name?
David Morehouse.
His occupation?
PSYCHIC WARRIOR: ARMY RANGER

Major David A. Morehouse, PhD, has had a noteable military career. He holds a Regular Army commission in the infantry and is a Distinguished Military Graduate. During his tours of duty, Major Morehouse served in a myriad of staff and command positions ranging from airborne rifle platoon leader to commander of an elite Airborne Ranger company. He was the Aide de Campe to two army generals, a battalion executive officer in the 82nd Airborne Division and Chief of Training for the 82nd.

From 1987 to 1991 he was assigned to several highly classified special access programmes in the US Army’s Intelligence Security Command and Defense Intelligence Agency. An army ranger, master parachutist, pathfinder, scuba diver and special operations soldier, his unique military skills place him in a select group of army officers. He holds a Master of Military Art and Science Degree, is a Master of Administration, and a Doctorate in Philosophy. The recipient of numerous military awards and decorations, his last assignment was to have been with the Chief of Staff of the Army’s elite ‘Study Group’ as the non-lethal weapons expert.

My next mission was posted on the assignment board, with a huge red “T” beside my name. I’d been in the unit for eight months now, and I’d graduated from coordinate remote viewing a few weeks ago. That meant I was no longer required to sit in a viewing chair, or take the coordinates sitting up, or produce an ideogram. For extended remote viewing, ERV, all I did was lie on a specially designed platform bed, count down, and make the separation into the ether. I was still hooked up, and still monitored by Kathleen in the room as well as by the audio and video monitor.

ERV technique was to place the tasking sheet on the small table next to the platform. I would look at the tasking sheet, focus on the encrypted coordinates, and then lie back, adjust the lighting, and go…

I looked at my tasking coordinates a final time: “Coordinates seven eight five six four, nine three four five two; describe the target and any significant events.” Within minutes I was in the ether and on my way to the target. Paul Posner monitored the changes in my physical body which indicated to him that the separation was complete.
…

“I want you to move ahead through the stone wall and describe what you see.”

“I’m moving now.” The wall pressed against my phantom form with the sound of Velcro tearing open; in the center of the wall it was dark. It was at times like this that I learned that everything indeed has a spirit.

The wall had it’s own history, and it seemed to weep as I passed through it. I left the darkness feeling as though I’d left a painful, clutching memory behind.

After this training, I never doubted that all things are inanimate. To hear or feel an object speak had been unfathomable only a few short months ago; now, it was a not so uncommon event. Every viewer experienced it at times; we learned to listen and trust what we heard. Levy had taught me that. A target’s surroundings recorded the history of the place without prejudice and stood ready to bear witness to all who had the ears to hear.
…

I sighed, pulled open the envelope, and extracted the first of five black and white photographs. A Nazi death camp.

“Dachau,” I whispered.

“This is a difficult target; nobody waltzes in and waltzes back out. Everytime you go to a place like this you leave something behind. Every time you go here you will experience something more evil, more lost, more godforsaken. You were right when you said the place was stained with evil.”

“Why the hell did you send me there anyway? What could possibly come from it, besides another nightmare for me?

“Everyone gets sent there; it’s part of the training program. Every person in this office has been there, and everyone has been affected just like you.”

“Why is it important for us to go there?”

“You have to experience the extreme out there in the ether, in order to be able to understand the nuances of some more obscure targets: double agents, test pilots, politicians. In the near future you will learn how to reach the minds of these men and women and tell us what they are thinking and feeling. If you can’t train yourself to grasp the extreme, overwhelming evil of Dachau. How can you expect to grasp the more subtle nuances of a pilot test-flying the latest Soviet fighter? Learning the extremes is the first step in the process of getting your eyes. You want them, don’t you?”
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“Hey, I’m sorry if I came across an ass,” I apologized. “I guess I’m looking for answers out there, and all I ever run into are more questions.”

“I know how you feel, and I apologize for loosing my cool. I have an agenda in mind for you, and it’s frustrating when you don’t realize the significance of what you’re doing. Going to the surface of Mars and back in a matter of minutes is significant stuff; you can’t just blow it off because it doesn’t answer all your questions.

One big question it should have answered for you was whether you can journey off-planet and survive. Another thing: we are not alone in this universe.

That’s the kind of lesson I want you to learn here. Everything else will come in time. Okay?

I smiled at her. “You know, if you’d been my freshman math teacher in high school, I most certainly wouldn’t be so bad at math now. Thanks for your patience. I know I’m a terrible student pilot.”

“You’re an infantryman; I don’t expect anything more. What’s that saying? Arguing with an infantryman is like wrestling with a pig: Everybody gets dirty, but the pig loves it.”
…

In Mel’s hand was a flat, perfectly round stone, in a supple, tightly sewn hide case. The case was adorned with an intricate pattern of beads and finished with a long strap that allowed it to be hung around the owner’s neck. It was beautiful.

“What does this pattern mean?”

“It’s your rock medicine – like mine, see?” He pulled his from inside his shirt to show me briefly. “You wear it next to your heart, always. I made yours to indicate that you are a member of the Bear Clan, a warrior class. The symbols on the front represent the bear in his cave. These colors and patterns here represent the piercing bullets of his enemies heading toward him, and the wavy lines here show how his spirit and power have made the bullets waver and fall. See, he’s protected by his power, and his power comes from his bravery, and his bravery from his spirit.”

“That’s really… I don’t know what to say. Nobody’s ever given me anything like this. Thank you, Mel.”

“You’re welcome, brother, but there’s more. Turn it over. The symbols on this side represent balance in all things, sort of an Indian yin and yang. The stone is balanced, as are the colors and symbols on this side of the medicine. The red represents adversity, turmoil, and challenge, while the blue speaks of depth and promise and goodness. The central yellow symbolizes the east-to-west journey of the sun separating the two powers and thus creating balance.”

“I think you need some balance in your life. If you wear this all the time, and believe in it, the medicine will provide what you need according to your faith.”

His gaze seemed to reach into my soul briefly, “Now, what do you say we get some fucking coffee?”

“Yeah, I could use some. And, Mel, thanks for this. I will never let it out of my sight.”

“You know, I picked up that rock about twenty years ago, just before I came into the army. I’ve carried it all this time waiting for the right way to use it. You better take care of it, it’s a Vietnam veteran.”

I wanted to say something important but all I could do was fight the lump in my throat…
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“I’m following this large group; they seem to be turning off… yeah, we’re entering a large room, where everyone is standing shoulder to shoulder. It’s like an amphitheatre, very narrow at the bottom and wider at the top. Still made of the black crystal.”

“What’s going on in this place?”

“There’s someone sitting in a big elevated chair at the bottom of the room. Everyone here is paying very close attention to whatever this thing says.”“Why are you calling this being a ‘thing’?”

“Uh, that’s a good question. I think because he or she or it is larger than the others, and dressed differently. They’re all in white; this things in black. It has a large open hood over it’s head, with long flowing sleeves that mostly cover its hands. If I had to call it, I’d say this one is very evil.”

“Evil?”

“Okay, not evil. He’s some kind of lawgiver or something. He directs people to do things, and they do them without question. It’s not really clear; he points to people, motions to them, and they leave, apparently to carry out some task.”

“Can you speak to this lawgiver?”

“No! And I don’t even want to try. I can tell he knows I’m here, but he couldn’t care less, and I get the impression he’ll be pissed if I try to flaunt the fact that I’m here.”

“Break it off and come back.”

I thought Mel might be disappointed by my timidity. It seemed he wanted me to really assert myself and let the beings know I was there, but I simply didn’t feel comfortable doing that. I felt a certain fascination in visiting another world, but

I also understood the need to treat it respectfully. I was an invader, not a guest. I saw them look at me; I knew they were aware of my presence, yet they chose not to speak. So it was clear to me that I was being tolerated, not accepted. And I vowed I would never interfere in other worlds. It was their prerogative to acknowledge me, but I would never force myself on them.

“So did you learn anything?”

“I guess I learned that there are other worlds and other civilisations, and that each one has its own agenda in the universe. It’ puts things into perspective for me. I used to think of the human race as God’s chosen people, but I’m obviously wrong.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, who’s to say where God’s reign starts and stops? I mean, He could be the overseer of that place I visited only hours ago, what makes us any better than those beings?”

“You’re catching on my friend. We’re nothing but a little blue spot in a solar system, in a galaxy with a hundred million solar systems, in a universe with a hundred million galaxies. And the truth is we don’t know where it ends, or if it does. And we aren’t even talking about dimensions yet. Gives you a headache, doesn’t it?”

I laughed. “It does, at that. Let’s go get that bear.”
…

It’s a custom in our church for members to speak periodically to the congregation on some topic set by the bishop. The topics are generally simple, in keeping with traditional belief, and members’ talks are supposed to be testimonial, informative, and uplifting. Debbie and I were asked to speak.

Debbie gave a wonderful presentation. I, on the other hand, concluded that the congregation had been fed religious pabulum for too long. I ignored the assigned topic and substituted one of my own: “Temples – Beyond Ritual.”

My talk dealt with issues of dimensionality, astronomy, other worlds and beings, who God really was, and what motivated his dealings with us. I challenged the congregation to expand their minds, to reach beyond the books and spoon-fed teachings of the church, to be more than they’d ever imagined.

I think they thought I was insane.

When I gave the concluding ‘Amen,’ maybe five people in a congregation of two hundred said it with me. At the time, I was furious. I thought the reaction was a perfect example of organized religion: don’t challenge yourself, don’t ask questions, just sit in the pews and breathe; God will reward you for it.

I thought of Hamlet, Act III, Scene ii: “Some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.” Run away, little sheep, and be saved in your little world; I haven’t time for you any longer. I did not return.
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For some time, the random, unpredictable shifts between the ether and reality had been making me sick. I couldn’t fall asleep without the radio or TV blaring away to keep the noise in my head from driving me completely insane.

Why I didn’t put a gun to my mouth, I’ll never know.

Perhaps it was the angel’s message. Perhaps it was God having the decency and mercy to keep me from making that leap into the ether forever. My mind and body craved the euphoria of the altered state, the rush of bilocating, the uniqueness of what I was in Stargate’s Sun Streak.

At Team Five I was just another professional liar, sucking pay from the taxpayers and trying to bullshit my way through. Every time someone asked me what I did for a living I cringed. I felt like dung telling the lies our bosses expected us to spout. It was like pimping on Saturday night and getting up early on Sunday to preach to the congregation about morality.
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It was Sunday, April 7, 1991. I was sketching and taking in the sun by the bay. I set my notebook aside to watch white sails on the horizon, and let my mind drift to another place and time.

“David!” the familiar voice of the honest angel called softly.

“David!”

I turned to see him standing in the sun to my left. I’d seen him so many times over the years that although his visits never seemed ordinary, I was comfortable with him, not frightened and overwhelmed as I had been at first.

I guess nothing good ever dies, and I’m thankful for that.

The evil in my life and in the ether changed faces often, but the angel was an old and welcome friend.

“I’m here, just like I always am when you want me.”

“I’ve come with a warning again.”

“A warning? Why? Please don’t, I beg you, please don’t. I’ve done nothing wrong.

I’ve worked hard to be what you want me to be. You want me to give something up; but I can’t give up any more, I haven’t got it to give.”

“And so love is fleeting, dyeing, withdrawing from you.”

He smiled.

The beauty of this entity, I’d found, was his ability to look straight to the heart of my apprehensions. He invariably saw things the way they were supposed to be seen.

“You tremble at my warnings, but I offer you a chance for a new life.”

“No, you don’t! You offer me nothing but a chance to continue fighting. I’ve been fighting for over four years now. All I’ve done is exist in the borderland, somewhere between this world and others. What life is that?

“Your life has been part adventure and part miracle, has it not?”

“Those are your words, not mine. This existence has been a struggle for power between good and evil, and I’ve been caught up in that. And what power have I had? All I’ve done –“

The angel interrupted me.

“All you have done is learn to be responsible for your life, and that is the only way to change the world in which you live. The acceptance of that responsibility will guide you through the next phase of your learning.”

He gazed intently at me.

“This phase will test you beyond your limits. You will have to fight for your life before it is over.”

“I’m tired of fighting. I’ve been fighting for my life, and I’m tired.”

“A man is not what he says, but what he fights for; you will be fighting for much more than yourself. You will be fighting for your children, and your children’s children. For generations to come. You are but one link in a millennia-long chain of warriors, but you are called, and much depends on you. Your fight rests on the fight you bear within yourself. The gift is the power – not you, the gift. The test of your strength will be in your ability to bring the gift to others. Remember, the gift is the power! Give the power to others when the time is right. You’ll know when it is right.
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“David, what did you learn here?”

“I learned that there is darkness and light and neutrality in the world.”

“There is no neutrality. Everything is a choice; you cannot stand in the world without a choice.”

Then I learned that there is darkness and light, and that each represents some aspect of the world.”

“You knew that already. Search deeper – what did you learn?”

“I learned that perceptions can mask the truth”

“Very well. Then how do you know the truth of your world?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do! How do you know the truth of your world? When you know the truth of something, where does it touch you? Where do you feel it?”

“Here!” I touched my chest.

“Inside me.”

“You feel it and know it in your heart.”

“Yes, that’s where I feel it! Why is that lesson important to me now? I haven’t any problem feeling love.”

“It is truth you seek, not love; it is truth that evades you now. All that you believed, all that you wanted, all that you once were is now lost in a haze of deception. You must battle it, just as I foretold. How will you know the truth? How will you bring the truth forward? How will you know it is the truth? How will you gauge it and know it among the deceivers?”

“I don’t know.”

“You must follow your heart; it will not deceive you; it will not let you be deceived. But you must learn to listen. You will soon find blackness where you once thought there was only light, and light where you once saw only darkness.”

“And the darkness within the light?”

“Light and darkness exist within you on many levels, and the veil separating them is often thin. The truth lies beyond the veil, but you haven’t the time to search beyond, living each existence in each level one after the other until the truth confronts you. The spirit and voice of your heart reach through the many levels to the truth. Those who refuse to listen experience each level, each veil, with all of its tricks and false light; however, those who listen find answers in light and in darkness. They can exist in the presence of pure evil because their heart has touched the truth, and evil has no power over those who know truth. It’s power dominates only the confounded, the complacent, those who live in the light but do not know the truth.”

“I understand… I think.. But why do I need it?”

“All humanity needs it; it is a part of the gift. There are those around you who possess this knowledge.”

“You never told me why I must endure this torture, this failure.”

“Consider it a cleansing. You are not yet what you are supposed to be; you are only walking the path. You have much to experience.”

“But what if I don’t want to do this? I want to go back to what I was; I’m tired of this, I want to just be me again, like I was before the bullet.”

“It was all decided long before the ‘longed-for-bullet-enters-my-brain.”
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I’d wanted only to be a soldier. How was I to fight for my life, and the lives of others?
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Dr. Damioli pulled a book from the shelf behind her and handed it to me.

“I want you to read this book; I’ll have several others for you later. I think it imperative that you grasp the full meaning of what I’m talking about, and I think you’ll find Jung’s account of his visions very interesting. Perhaps you’ll find that touching the darkness is not so unusual after all.” She smiled warmly.

“You possess a unique quality – a gift, if you will. You can see what most of us will never see and, frankly, don’t want to see. The task is to be able to control it.”
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It’s a difficult decision to violate a security oath. The penalties are stiff, but they don’t hurt nearly as much as the attitudes of your comrades when they learn of your decision. I was about to break an oath that I had honoured since the day I first saluted and swore my allegiance to the United States, promising to support and defend it against all enemies, foreign and domestic. I was about to become a domestic enemy.

I had to define clearly what I was about to do. First I considered whether telling my story would endanger the national security of the United States, the country I love dearly and had sacrificed for. I concluded it would not. A year ago our Soviet counterparts had told the entire world what they had been doing for the past forty years in the paranormal arena. I wasn’t giving away launch codes or the names of top-secret operatives. I was telling a story about psychic warrior spies, whose existence was already an established fact.

Excerpts: Psychic Warrior: Inside the CIAs Stargate Program, The True Story of a Soldiers Espionage and Awakening, by Dr. David Morehouse
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