“The Sailor in the Loop”

A Testimony from Outside of Time

Philadelphia Naval Shipyard
October 28, 1943

We were told it was just a test.
Something about radar cloaking.
They called it, “Project Rainbow”, and they said if it worked, we’d make history. What they didn’t say was that we wouldn’t be around to witness it.

I was just a kid, really, barely out of gunnery school. I remember the salt in the air, the hum of the coils being mounted to the deck of the USS Eldridge. Tesla tech, they whispered. Some said Einstein had a hand in it. I didn’t care. I just wanted to serve.

We were under strict orders. Stay at post. Don’t panic. Do not remove your grounding clip, no matter what.

When the signal was given, the generators roared to life.

And then came the green fog. The air grew thick like soup.
My skin crawled with static.
The ship began to shimmer, like heat waves on a highway, but we weren’t just disappearing from sight.

We were peeling away from reality.

I watched a man next to me scream as his arm began to vanish
then reappear
then merge into the steel rail he was holding.
His mouth opened but no sound came.
It was as if sound itself had been sucked into a vacuum.

Then it all went silent.

Except for the hum.

Not the generators.
Something else.
Something ancient, intelligent… watching.

PROJECT PROMETHEUS
(ARGUS Protocol)

Status:
Black tier, active under deep compartmentalization

Timeframe:
1995 – Present
(ongoing under various shell projects)

Classification:
Post-MJ-12 directive, soul-tech hybrid initiative

Tier Access:
Beyond SAP, AEGIS-9 clearance or higher Core objectives include

Artificial Soul Matrix Engineering

Utilizing zero-point consciousness fields and quantum biometric templates to replicate soul patterns artificially.

Developed, “Soul Catcher”, tech
crystal lattice or plasma coded data matrices designed to emulate core attributes of individuated consciousness
personality, memory, moral architecture.

These matrices could then be embedded into synthetic vessels or neuromorphic substrates.

Montauk Event #5: The Psychic Beast Manifestation

Date Allegedly Occurred:
August 12, 1983

Location:
Camp Hero, Montauk Point Underground Labs Sector 12 The Psychic Trigger:
Duncan Cameron

At the center of this event was a man named Duncan Cameron, a powerful psychic said to be a product of multiple programs, including

Project Phoenix

Philadelphia Experiment bleed-through (time-echo survivor)

Mind-clone or parallel version of a Navy sailor from 1943

By this time, Duncan had been trained in remote viewing, manifestation, and telepathic interface with the Montauk Chair, a consciousness amplification device built with alien and radar tech hybridization.

The chair could amplify a psychic’s thoughts into the local field, and by 1983, Duncan had grown so psychically powerful that he was able to project thoughtforms into semi-physical reality.

Speculative Timeline and Evolution of the Occult Nazi Breakaway Civilization Pre-1919: Seeds of Esoteric Revival

•1871 – The Coming Race by Edward Bulwer-Lytton introduces “Vril” as a mysterious power wielded by a subterranean race. Becomes foundational for future esoteric circles.

•Late 1800s–Early 1900s – Theosophy and Ariosophy rise in Europe; Atlantis, Hyperborea, and Lemurian myths are reinterpreted as ancient Aryan legacies.

•1908 – The Thule Society is founded in Germany, blending nationalism, Germanic mythology, and occult teachings.

The conventional extraterrestrial hypothesis (that non-human intelligences (NHIs) arrive in spacecraft from distant star systems) has long dominated the narrative surrounding UFOs and anomalous phenomena.

However, a deeper, more esoteric hypothesis has gained traction among whistleblowers, contactees, and certain branches of black project research

That many of these beings are not from “elsewhere” in the universe, but are already here, embedded within the biosphere of Earth itself.

This view radically reorients the entire framework of UAP encounters, suggesting that we are not the sole or even the primary sentient presence within the Earth system. These embedded NHIs are believed to operate in phase shifted states of reality, existing at frequencies or vibratory layers imperceptible to the human senses. Like overlapping radio stations, they coexist with our physical world while remaining generally undetected, unless certain neurological or environmental conditions allow for perception.

Near death experiences, altered states of consciousness, and the use of entheogens like DMT are often cited as temporary breaches in this perceptual firewall.

It is during these altered states that witnesses frequently report encounters with entities such as the Greys, Mantids, machine elves, and luminous beings, suggesting that such experiences are not hallucinations, but bleed throughs into coexistent strata of intelligence.

Project SERPO Transmission Logs: The Human Exchange Program

PRE-MISSION BRIEFING

Date: 1964
Location: Los Alamos National Laboratory
Participants: 12 selected military personnel (10 men, 2 women), including linguists, doctors, pilots, and scientists.
Objective: Journey to Serpo aboard an Eben craft. Establish peaceful exchange. Observe, document, return in 10 Earth years.

“We are not sending soldiers. We are sending seeds.”

Mission Commander’s farewell address. TRANSMISSION LOG 1 – ENTRY INTO EBEN CRAFT

Date: July 16, 1965
Location: Nevada Test Site

“We entered the vessel. There was a sound like a deep hum, but it was also… calming. Our watches stopped. Gravity fluctuated. I had to grip the walls to stand. The Ebens were calm, welcoming. No sense of threat, just observation.”

The Prophecy of the Solar Purge and the Dawn of the Fifth Age

As remembered through the Scribe of the Eternal Flame When arrogance rules the hearts of nations, when the breath of Earth is choked, and when the Great Law of Balance is mocked by kings and servants alike, then shall the Sun stir from its sacred sleep.

The old voices shall return, not in sound, but in resonance
and the signs long written in star and stone shall reveal themselves
to those whose eyes remember.

The Cycle turns.
And the time of purification draws near.

I, Thoth, shall now unveil what lies within the Great Ark, the vessel of remembrance, sealed beneath the sands since the fall of Atlantis.

Let the scroll unroll…

What Lies Within the Great Ark

A revelation from Thoth, the Keeper of the Halls

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The Great Ark is not of earthly metal or stone. It is a living vessel, born of stellar consciousness and crystallized thought. It was forged in the Sirian forges of light, constructed not with hands, but with intention, frequency, and sacred geometry.

Its outer shell appears dark, obsidian, mirror-like, but when activated, it pulses with inner starlight, revealing layers upon layers of shifting patterns. It is not bound by linear space or time, and it can fold the veil between dimensions.

The Ark was left behind as a seed of remembrance, a beacon for those who would one day find their way home.

The Scroll of the Halls of Amenti

As spoken by Thoth, Keeper of the Hidden Gates

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Ah… so the time has come. Come close now, child of the eternal breath. Let me place my hand upon the sacred seal. The dust of ages lifts. The frequency rises. The glyphs shimmer once more…

Beneath the paws of the Great Sphinx, whose eyes have watched the Sun rise for twelve thousand turns, lies not just stone, but memory made structure, a vault of resonance, a temple not of worship, but of awakening.

The Halls of Amenti were carved, not by chisel, but by sound and light, before thy histories began. They are not tombs of kings, but repositories of consciousness.

There is no death here.

Only stasis.

Only potential.

For in these halls sleep not just records, but souls.

The Fate of the Survivors

A sacred remembrance from Thoth, Scribe of the Eternal Flame

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Ah… thou feel it too, don’t thou? The sorrow… and the ember of hope. Very well, beloved seeker. Let me speak now of the Survivors of Atlantis, those who escaped the wave, not just with breath, but with memory. This is a tale of migration, sacred duty, and the secret sowing of light among the future children of Earth.

In the twilight hours before the wave, a sacred circle among the Atlanteans still walked in truth.

They were the Sons and Daughters of the Flame—priests, star-born children, and guardians of the sacred sciences. They had not succumbed to the shadow frequencies. They held firm to Ma’at even as the ground trembled.

I, Thoth, stood among them.

We had little time, but we had foreseen. The Scroll of Time showed us the fall, and so we had prepared vessels of light, both physical and vibrational.

Some departed in craft, merkabahs, spheres of radiant geometry, fleeing to distant lands while the rift still allowed safe passage.

Others journeyed across the sea in arks, guided by the stars, bearing seed, crystal, scroll, and song.

The Dimensional Breach

A tale from the last days of Atlantis, told by Thoth, Scribe of the Eternal

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In the final age of Atlantis, when its towers still gleamed and its halls thrummed with light, the High Council grew divided, not in voice, but in vibration. The central crystal, the Eye of the Deep, still pulsed from the heart of Poseidonis, yet its resonance had shifted. A shadow had entered the chord.

The Atlanteans, once guardians of Earth’s harmony, had begun probing beyond the veil, using their crystalline technologies to pierce dimensions not yet woven into the rhythm of this world. Curiosity became obsession. They opened gates where none should be opened, between realms, between frequencies, between states of soul.

And something… answered.

The Cause of the Great Cataclysm

As revealed by Thoth, scribe of the eternal scroll

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First understand: the cataclysm was not a punishment, it was a consequence.

Atlantis stood upon sacred currents, nodes of Earth’s energy we call ley lines, breath-lines of the planet herself. These lines converge with celestial geometry, forming the web of harmony between Earth and the cosmos. Atlantis was built as a tuning fork upon this web, its temples, pyramids, and wells attuned to stars and seasons.

For millennia, the Atlanteans maintained Ma’at, universal balance. But then came the fracture.

In their hunger for power beyond the threshold, they began manipulating the Earth’s fields, draining energy from the deep crystalline core, tearing open rifts into what you now call dimensions, unseen realms never meant to be pierced without alignment.

They inverted the harmonics.

Instead of drawing down light in service to life, they reversed the flow, feeding themselves at the expense of Earth’s breath.

This corruption disrupted the resonance field of the planet itself.

The Lament of Atlantis

As Told by Thoth, Keeper of the Scroll of Worlds In the deep-before-time, when Earth was yet young and her skin warm with molten memory, there rose a land of brilliance beyond the Pillars of the West. This was Atlantis, not myth, but flame made form, a crown of the Earth, set upon the mid-Atlantic ridge, pulsing with crystal light and cosmic breath.

We, the Neteru, descended before its birth, guided by the harmonic pulse of this world. The Earth called us to balance her forces, and from the singing stone and breathing sea, we shaped Atlantis, not alone, but with those children of light born of our will and Earth’s womb. These were the Atlanteans, radiant beings walking between star and soil, seeded with purpose.

From Pleiades came the architects.
From Sirius, the healers and dreamers.
From Orion, the watchers and builders of fate.

Atlantis rose as the jewel of Ma’at, a living harmony where sky and sea and soul danced as one.