[* HCMGCD = "Holy Crap… More Great Cosmic Data"]
This is a HUGE report, in my view. And I know that because I have not yet read this... rather I "got" it from the na'au (Sacred Innards).
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Ancient Earth Break-Away-Civilization Subterranean Council Meeting & SSP Alliance Debrief Part I - "Honeycomb Earth"
The existence of a secret space program has been meticulously and carefully hidden from the American public, and the world at large, for well over 75 years.
As you know if you have read this site or watched our weekly Cosmic Disclosure series on Gaiam TV, I grew up in a world that is so far beyond the limits of most people's imagination that they would immediately write my experiences off as fiction.
Most UFO enthusiasts believe the US government acquired working ET spacecraft from the Roswell crash of 1947 – almost 70 years ago. Many also believe these craft were successfully "reverse engineered," giving them the ability to effortlessly travel throughout our solar system – and beyond.
Even with the crude rocket technology of the 1960s, we were able to send people to the moon, land craft there and drive rovers around on the surface.
However, people still hit a severe mental roadblock in imagining that our own reverse-engineered craft were flown to the Moon, Mars and elsewhere, and were used to build bases there out of local materials.
Is it possible that a secret space program could have existed without us knowing about it? Absolutely.
The Manhattan Project developed the nuclear bomb. It was in operation for seven years, employed well over 120,000 people, conscripted multiple secret facilities all over the US, and hardly any of its own employees knew what they were working on until the bombs detonated.
Remember: not one person in the Manhattan Project squealed. Not one. Not ever. The penalty for speaking out was terrifying enough to ensure complete compliance. Therefore it is absolutely possible that an even more advanced program could have been generated, on a much larger scale, and still exist to this day -- without any public awareness.
Let me assure you: the Secret Space Program [SSP] is an absolute fact. The bases are out there. They are vast in size, scope and technology. Our planet is now crumbling in a Greater Depression because a majority of our wealth has been siphoned off to build this vast, interplanetary infrastructure.
Did it really cost NASA 209 billion dollars to launch the Space Shuttle a few times a year? No. Did the Stealth bombers really cost 2 billion dollars apiece to build? No. Did the Pentagon really "lose" 2.1 trillion dollars, as Donald Rumsfeld announced the day before 9/11? No.
I have seen the vast, glittering facilities our money has built with my own eyes -- through the windows and transparent panels of advanced spacecraft. I have landed in those craft and walked in those bases. I have met the people who live and work there. I have seen their faces and spoken to them just like I am speaking to you now.
There are millions of other people, originally born here on Earth, who have shared my experiences. Regrettably, hardly any of them have spoken out thus far – since the threat of doing so can very easily be lethal, and it is nearly impossible to return to Earth once you enter into this world.
Many have been a part of this world only to be "blank slated", have screen memories implanted then returned to live out rather mundane lives. Some of the people who have been robbed of these amazing memories and experiences are some of the strongest skeptics of these topics.
We quickly discovered that our own solar system is literally teeming with intelligent civilizations -- from many different points of origin. Some of them are extremely benevolent, some are extremely negative and others are just visiting, without really picking a side.
The reason so many different types of UFOs have been seen is that there are many, many different civilizations operating in our airspace – with a tremendous diversity of technologies available to them.
The SSP has been owned and controlled by a very dark aspect of our planet for some time – an intergenerational cult dating back to at least the Roman Empire. Many have called these "Secret Earth Government Syndicates" the Illuminati or Cabal.
Their main business is building hyper-advanced technology – and they have gotten quite good at it. As impossible as this may seem, I was told they are now engaging in regular trade with over 900 different intelligent civilizations.
If anyone shows up who has something newer and better than the old stuff, they will quickly find a way to acquire it and mass-produce it – no matter how unethical or brutal the methods required.
Since these secret earth government syndicates have very negative spiritual beliefs, they ended up allying with the most evil and powerful ET group of all – a confederacy of reptilian humanoid races collectively known as the Draco.
It is a sad but accurate fact that the vast majority of those who have joined the SSP are made to take part in brutal and terrifying situations intended to ensure they can never escape, and will never speak out even if they did. I was personally forced into many situations that were deeply traumatic and have forever altered my perspective on reality.
Several years ago, an alliance formed within this group to restore peace and freedom to our planet, and release the marvelous technologies that are being held back – but they faced towering obstacles.
For many years, Hollywood movies, financed by these same corporate interests, inundated us with film after film of an "alien invasion." Any and all such visitors were portrayed as brutal, terrifying villains who must be destroyed at all costs.
These films were intended to seed our collective consciousness with fear and terror – a xenophobic hatred of all intelligent civilizations other than our own.
The plan was to eventually strike us in a mass "Alien 9/11," with huge armadas of reverse-engineered craft. In this event they could wipe out any opposing areas or countries they wanted – just level them flat. The phoenix they hoped to rise from these ashes would be a global "New World Order" to fight this so-called "alien" menace.
Of course, they would own and control the whole thing themselves. That was the plan. However, they failed to realize that benevolent ET civilizations held them on a very tight leash, and they would never be permitted to carry through with these plans.
A giant, Neptune-sized sphere visited the outer planets of our solar system in the 1980s. It was confronted by our people and asked to leave, which it did willingly. Many more spheres began appearing in the late 1990s into the early 2000s.
Then, in approximately the year 2012, another 100-plus spheres arrived. These spheres were of colossal size – with three approximate size categories corresponding to the Moon, Neptune and Jupiter in circumference.
The beings associated with these spheres were very highly advanced. They do not require technology to travel throughout the universe or accomplish any of their goals. Even to the most advanced ETs in contact with our SSP, these new folks are on an entirely different level – and far more advanced.
The SSP believed that the benevolent ETs were bound by a "Prime Directive" that forced them not to interfere. For many years, that was true. As it turns out, the Prime Directive was always intended for our own protection – so these negative groups would never actually be able to completely conquer and overthrow our planet.
David Wilcock worked since the mid-1990s to spread the word about the greater reality we live in, and along the way came in contact with many high-level insiders with a surprisingly deep knowledge of these classified subjects.
After I began disclosing my knowledge to him, and finding countless connections with what other insiders told him, a wild rollercoaster of unforeseen events led to me coming forward and revealing my true name and identity to the world – at great personal cost.
Only a few months after this was done, the beings within these spheres contacted the SSP and asked for me by name. I had not worked for them for many years and this was the most profoundly life-altering event I have ever been through since I was first contacted by the Blue Avians a little over four 4 years prior.
Protocol and paperwork was thrown to the side as I was brought back into a world I had only had seldom, brief contact with since the 1980s.
Suddenly, I was being asked to speak on behalf of these beings – the Sphere Alliance – as their delegate. This included addressing the SSP as well as a group of over 40 different intelligent civilizations known as the Super-Federation, who have been running 22 different genetic programs on humanity for thousands and thousands of years.
Again… I understand that this story seems extremely farfetched. Let me remind you that I had everything to lose – including a six-figure-a-year salary – and nothing to gain by coming forward.
The Gaiam TV job does not pay enough to support my family. It has only been through your conscientious donations that I have been able to continue doing this at all.
The people in the SSP Alliance had a team member who we are calling Lt. Col. Gonzales, who had been in contact with the Sphere Alliance for about four years – roughly the same length of time as I had been.
Gonzales was the SSP's choice for a delegate. I was an outsider – a has-been who lacked the training and expertise to be brought into such a role. That was their feeling. As a result, I was ridiculed and harassed when I was brought back into their world.
Tensions mounted as they continued to look for flaws and see me as unworthy of the role I was given. I suppose it is human nature to look for character defects in others, particularly if they have been given some position of authority – whether they wanted the job or not.
In order to fully understand the background of all my experiences, it is necessary to read previous articles on this site and / or to watch the Cosmic Disclosure series.
I had found myself in an awkward position in recent weeks after I had some meetings with the SSP Alliance Council that became very heated and personal.
They told me, flat out, that they did not want me to be involved in future delegation meetings -- and that Gonzales had proved to be far more adept as a diplomat than I had.
Furthermore, I had upset some of the Super Federation members by providing detailed information about some of them at our most recent Gaiam TV recording of Cosmic Disclosure, which hasn't even aired yet. It was made pretty clear that they were trying to force me out of the position I was in, and have Gonzales take my place.
Recently, the Sphere Being Alliance indicated that they would not honor the SSP Alliance Council and the Super Federation Council's requests that I be replaced. This led to a meeting with explosive tension where I really lost my cool, as did they. There was yelling, aggression and cursing. I am by no means spiritually superior, and this has been as stressful on me as it has on them.
We had a couple of meetings after this first explosive one where things settled down, and we exchanged mutual apologies. Ultimately we all want the same thing – to free humanity, and our entire solar system, from the rule of these corrupt secret earth government syndicates, and the highly evil groups that have been controlling them.
As a group, the SSP has now been sharing ideas and guidance to help shape my own future, as well as that of humanity as a whole, in a more constructive manner. I am simply the first of many insiders who will be coming forward and revealing the full scope of what has gone on for so long.
As I have said before, the NSA held a vast treasure-trove of SSP documents for blackmail purposes. Snowden captured all of this data in his epic hack. The encryption was only very recently broken.
Once the public is aware and angry enough to hear the truth, such as in the aftermath of a highly upsetting economic collapse, this documentation will be released in a vast data dump. And it will utterly transform reality as we know it in a matter of days.
The AD or "After Disclosure" society will be so radically different that every film, every TV show, every blog, every YouTube video, every book, every article, everything from before the event will be as antique and quaint as a black-and-white silent film with a scratchy, bouncy piano soundtrack.
We will realize the awesome scope of deception that worked against us for not hundreds, but literally thousands of years. It will be a time of grief and healing as we are forced to accept the truth of our past, and direct our attention towards co-creating a much bigger and brighter future.
In these same meetings, I found out that Gonzales had attended a couple of Super Federation conferences without my knowledge. He had also attended a newly formed council of Ancient Earth Breakaway Civilizations.
I was aware that advanced civilizations had come and gone from Earth's surface in our distant past. They used their own advanced technology to terraform vast pockets inside the earth with all the comforts of home. This provided them with a protective barrier against whatever enemies, both natural and extraterrestrial, threatened them on the surface – including cataclysmic natural disasters.
In my time at the SSP, I had access to "smart-glass pads" that were similar to an Ipad, which revealed some of the civilizations living and warring inside the earth. Some of them were more humanlike and familiar, whereas certain others were reptilian. One particularly nasty race was called the Raptors, and had hideous reptilian features as well as a scrawny plume of feathers running down their backs.
This Ancient Earth council, by comparison, was comprised of the more humanlike groups. They were aware of some of the other opposing factions, but were not in alliance with them. The humanlike groups decided to sort out their differences with one another out of necessity after a rise in conflicts with various other subterranean groups.
I was informed that I would be attending meetings with this Ancient Earth council in the near future. This very much excited and intrigued my curiosity. At the same time, these meetings have brought me face to face with highly negative groups, including the Draco "White Royal", so I always have a certain sense of dread when facing any new experiences of this type.
Not long after I found out I would be meeting this unforeseen new group, I was contacted and given a date and time for when it would happen. I was given no other information about the groups I would meet or what to expect, which I have started to become accustomed to.
On the date of the meeting I expected to travel via a blue orb, as I would normally do for any meeting. This is not how SSP people usually travel by any means. It is a portal system used by the Sphere Alliance that seems to involve the use of a living, conscious being – the blue orb – as the facilitator of a nearly instantaneous journey to wherever I need to go.
I made sure I was up and out of bed at the proper time, in the middle of the night. I expected to experience the travel procedure that has now become a normal occurrence. Ten minutes passed and nothing had happened. I walked into my living room.
I stood in the living room for a few more minutes and nothing happened. There have been times in the past where meetings were scheduled and they just never occurred, and only later would I find out there had been interference or problems that necessitated their delay.
I decided that since I was already awake, and the meeting was not going to happen, I would get on the computer and catch up on emails and Facebook posts.
I was standing at the foot of my couch when there was a bright flash of light. I felt a strange static electrical sensation for a moment and then noticed I was not in my house any longer. My eyes were a bit blurry, both from it being very early morning and from the unexpected flash of light.
I found myself in a very large and perfectly polished granite room that was round, with a domed ceiling.
There were two men in beautiful silk robes and silk fabric sandals standing there. They were standing on either side of an arched doorway. There were similar doorways on all four sides of the room with two men standing sentry. Each of the two men looked slightly different in ethnicity and build. Each man was also wearing a large gold pendant with a different symbol on it.
I stood there and looked from door to door. None of the men acknowledged me or acted as if they even noticed that I had just appeared out of nowhere in the room with them.
I stood there silently, not knowing whether to call out to them and ask any questions. I once again found myself in a situation with no preparation or intelligence on what to expect or how to engage those that I encountered.
Soon afterwards, I heard the sounds of people coming down what sounded like a corridor in the direction of one of the doors. I then saw five figures emerge from the doorway and head in my direction. They all removed their hoods at the same time as they approached me.
I immediately saw Gonzales walking behind a rather tall and beautiful woman with white hair. She had narrow facial features and large blue eyes. She appeared to be around thirty years of age.
Gonzales had a smirk on his face. I immediately knew it was because the roles were reversed and he had me at a disadvantage. It is very common for soldiers thrown into extreme circumstances to have a buddy-buddy relationship that can involve sarcastic ribbing of each other to help dissipate the tension.
In the past, I had been the focal-point and he was feeling a bit confused and kept in the dark. Now the tables had turned. I was in the same uncomfortable position Gonzales had been in before.
The group stopped about 20 feet away from me. Gonzales conversed with them and then approached me alone.
The woman and two others turned and left the way they came. This left one male, with the same basic features as the woman, standing 20 feet away from me.
When Gonzales got close enough I reached out to shake his hand. He put both his hands up and took a step back.
"We have to get you cleansed and changed first. I don't want to have to go through the whole process again."
He then turned and started walking towards the person standing close by, and motioned for me to follow.
I asked him what was going on. He said they are very serious about their cleansing ceremonies prior to entering the "Womb of Isis".
I tried not to make a strange face and just followed him.
We walked towards the doorway that he emerged from. As we entered, I could see there was a symbol etched over the archway with laser-like precision.
This symbol appeared over all of the doorways in the area we spent our time in. It was two intersecting circles inside an oval.
The door led to a long, smooth corridor that was also carved out of the same granite-like rock. I could hear the echoing sound of water running over rocks while in the tunnel-like corridor.
When we had reached what appeared to be the halfway point, there was a door to the left that led into a brightly-lit room where the sound of water was coming from.
This door had an eight-pointed star on each side. There was a gold star on the left side and a red one on the right. The gold star was slightly larger and positioned a bit higher than the red star.
The man that was walking behind us stopped at the door and turned his back to it. We entered in and I saw a beautiful waterfall that was flowing through a port-like opening in the ceiling.
There were off-white stalactites hanging from the opening, and what looked like milk-white water pouring down onto a statue of a goddess. The water then ran off the statue and drained into a pool that the statue was standing in.
The goddess statue had a visible buildup of mineral deposits. The surrounding pool had an opening that created another small waterfall, which drained into a wider pool that was closer to the floor.
After I had taken in the view of the water feature, I looked over at Gonzales. He told me to remove all of my clothing and place it next to his -- on a stone pedestal that rose about 3 feet out of the polished stone floor.
I noticed other pedestals with folded-up garments of different colors sitting on top of them. There were also what looked like thin gold crowns or tiaras laying on top of these garments.
I looked at him and told him I had no idea what was going on. I would really appreciate an explanation, right away, as to why I was being asked to disrobe. I also wanted to know what other strange requests I might receive.
Gonzales seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much at my expense, and that didn't improve my mood.
He then smiled and told me to relax. He stated that these subterranean groups are very much into Venus and goddess worship, and that they reference their sanctuaries as being the "womb of the Earth". It is holy ground -- and we have to respect their cultural and spiritual practices.
I was already shivering a little bit from wearing the black exercise shorts and blue tee shirt in the already cool environment. Gonzales saw the hesitation on my face. He told me not to be so shy. He said he would turn around, but that he had to instruct me in the cleansing process.
He told me that if I was uncomfortable with him seeing me naked, he would leave the room and send in the other person who watched and guided him through the process.
I shook my head and took off my clothes, folded and placed them on the pedestal. I was standing there totally humiliated. Gonzales was chuckling and trying not to look directly at me.
Right when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the woman walked in with a folded robe, sandals and towels in her hands.
I exhaled in displeasure and glared at Gonzales, who was still enjoying my predicament way too much.
He took a step back so the woman could approach me.
She smiled and handed me the garment and towels. She bowed her head, turned and bowed her head to Gonzales, and then left the room.
After she had left the room, Gonzales broke out laughing. He walked over, took the items from me and set them down.
He made a joke about how cold it was in the room. He then began guiding me through the bathing and cleansing process. The water was ice cold.
After I had dried and placed the robe and sandals on the pedestal, he told me that I needed to remain quiet and respectful during this first visit and just observe.
He said that these groups have recently formed this council out of necessity. Some of them have a very long and complicated history with each other.
He also told me that these groups had an even more complicated history with surface civilizations – going back over many thousands of years. I was informed that they do not have the most positive view of us.
He further stated that these groups often come across as elitist and prejudiced against the surface population, and that I needed to keep my opinions on the matter to myself.
I was trying not to let my ego be a factor in the equation. Nonetheless, I was feeling a little frazzled after the public bath, being laughed at and then having Gonzales worry I was going to speak out of turn as I did at a previous meeting when there was a veiled threat against my family. This was in the Committee of 200 meeting that took place at the castle, detailed in earlier posts on this site.
I know Gonzales meant no harm and this was a part of his personality, but it was still a little soon. Some wounds were still fresh from the previous couple of meetings I had with the SSP Alliance Council, when things had gotten pretty heated.
I took a deep breath and cleared my mind of the prior emotional baggage, so that it would not be detected by our current hosts, who had greater intuitive abilities than any average human like us. I told Gonzales I understood, and was ready if he didn't have anything else to add.
He then picked up on how frazzled I had been, and looked a bit concerned. He looked at me, tilted his head and started to say something.
Right then, the woman and three men walked a few paces into the room. They bowed their heads and looked at us. Gonzales then turned and walked towards them, motioning once again for me to follow him.
A few feet before we reached the others, they turned and walked out the door ahead of us. They turned left, and then continued on down the corridor.
The corridor then began to angle down and curve to the right, where it then widened into a rectangular room with tall ceiling. A larger door was directly ahead.
I then wondered to myself where all of the light was coming from. The corridor and rooms were well lit, but I had not seen any source for the lighting.
We stopped in the room and no one was speaking. I was looking around for the light source when the woman turned and spoke to me. Her voice had an accent I have never heard before.
In English, she said "the visible light is created by frequency."
I was surprised and looked at her, but before I could say anything in response, another woman walked through the large door. She was wearing the same white silk robe, and was wearing the hood over the top of her head.
She looked at each of us, making eye contact with us one by one. Then she turned and went back out through the doorway without saying a word.
Somehow I knew immediately to put my hood on, as did everyone else. We walked through the door and then down a curved stone staircase, one level down. The stairs angled to the left. At the bottom, there was another doorway with the same symbol over the arch.
We began to file through the door and into the room, two by two.
There were people in the same robes sitting around an oval table. Other people were standing and sitting on stone benches, and they also wore the same robes.
I then began to notice that every person was wearing a pendant. The pendants were often different in appearance, and had various symbols on them.
I realized that these were the symbols of their groups. I noticed a few of them touching and tapping their pendants. They would then look down at what could only be described as holograms.
These pendants were not just a jewelry that represented their civilization or group. They were also a technology.
As Gonzales and I were being shown our seat at the front of the room, I got a good look at the stone table.
It had a large, golden eight-pointed star in the center, with a smaller eight-pointed red gem star to the bottom right of the gold star -- from our perspective.
The people who had guided us to this point seemed to be the hosts of the meeting. They were all wearing pendants that appeared to feature a stylized image of Saturn, including the rings.
Each of these pendants had a single jewel that was placed at a different location on the surface of the planet.
Gonzales later told me that the location of and type of gem represented where their particular region was located under the Earth.
Jade Stone
Black Stone
Rose Colored Jewel One of the people with the Saturn pendants that had a rose colored gem at the bottom stood up from the table.
He introduced Gonzales and myself, as well as the names, designations and group names of those around the table and in the room.
As each person was introduced, they removed their hood.
Gonzales has asked that I withhold these names, designations and group names for a few reasons. The main reason is that he wanted to maintain their trust. He didn't want a repeat of upsetting anyone, as happened recently when I went into detail about the types of non-terrestrials that attend the Super-Federation Conference.
This caused some of these Super-Federation members to request that Gonzales take my place at future meetings, a request that was denied.
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