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Conspiracy? The Ancient Black Knight Satellite

A Satellite from unknown origin has been orbiting our planet in a north to south direction long before our 20th and 21st century mind ever designed a satellite. This satellite is called the Black Knight Satellite and sits atop our atmosphere, observing us — so some experts and not-so-experts think. What is the truth on this satellite? Why did Pepsi make a 10 minute commercial on this? If anything, it’s an interesting story, especially how news of this Black Knight Satellite came about.

In 1899, Nikola Tesla writes:

“I can never forget the first sensations I experienced when it dawned upon me that I had observed something possibly of incalculable consequences to mankind. I felt as though I were present at the birth of a new knowledge or the revelation of a great truth. Even now, at times, I can vividly recall the incident, and see my apparatus as though it were actually before me. My first observations positively terrified me, as there was present in them something mysterious, not to say supernatural, and I was alone in my laboratory at night; but at that time the idea of these disturbances being intelligently controlled signals did not yet present itself to me.

“The changes I noted were taking place periodically, and with such a clear suggestion of number and order that they were not traceable to any cause then known to me. I was familiar, of course, with such electrical disturbances as are produced by the sun, Aurora Borealis and earth currents, and I was as sure as I could be of any fact that these variations were due to none of these causes. The nature of my experiments precluded the possibility of the changes being produced by atmospheric disturbances, as has been rashly asserted by some. It was some time afterward when the thought flashed upon my mind that the disturbances I had observed might be due to an intelligent control. Although I could not decipher their meaning, it was impossible for me to think of them as having been entirely accidental. The feeling is constantly growing on me that I had been the first to hear the greeting of one planet to another. . . . I was not merely beholding a vision, but had caught sight of a great and profound truth.” — Nikola Tesla, from his article “Talking with Planets”

I know, this doesn’t completely convince you that a satellite has been above our atmosphere for thousands and thousands of years, suggesting that we have been visited by extra-terrestrial beings with technology greater than our own, or we as a human species — before a cataclysm may have taken our ancient technology from us — was just as advanced or more advanced then we are today.

Yes, this all sounds too fantastical. I understand this. At this point, you can go down the rabbit hole with me, or…uh…well, just come down the rabbit hole. It’s interesting, to say the least.

According to Time Magazine, this “Black Knight” satellite has been detected and was being monitored even as far back as the 1960’s.  Although this Time Magazine clipping talks about a “dark satellite” and was written on February 11th, 1960, it is the same satellite referenced as the “Black Knight” satellite. The second clipping is here. If you can’t click or don’t want to click on the links, then a brief synopsis of the clippings is below:

The Pentagon has discovered a dark satellite orbiting from pole to pole, or “polar orbit”. They have not ruled out that it may be a Soviet Union spy satellite, however, British scientists observing Soviet satellite launches have not detected any satellites launched by the Soviet Union recently, and especially had no information about any satellite at the poles. The Pentagon was at a buzz as to “what is it?” speculation.

Robert L. Johnson, director of the Adler Planetarium, who had been observing the satellite in the 1960’s, after buzz for the story had been going around for years, stated that “the object doesn’t have the decency to maintain a regular schedule, like any other heavenly or man made object…we don’t know when to watch for it.”

Then, to make matters a little more strange, we find that on August 23, 1954, Aviation Week and Space Technology released a story that threatened the Pentagon, who were probably trying to put a wrap on this, if they were even aware of it:

Pentagon scare over the observance of two previously unobserved satellites orbiting the earth has dissipated with the identification of the objects as natural, not artificial satellites. Dr. Lincoln LaPaz, expert on extraterrestrial bodies from the University of New Mexico, headed the identification project.

One satellite is orbiting about 400 miles out, while the other track is 600 miles from the earth. Pentagon thought momentarily the Russians had beaten the U.S. to space explorations.

After years of speculation and the subject dying in the wind, Duncan Lunan, a Scottish astronomer, in the 1970’s, decided to decipher old HAM radio communications that were said to be coming from a particular object in space. The communications were odd, to say the least. He plotted a vertical axis of the transmitted pulse sequence with a horizontal axis of echo delay time. What did he find? An image of the constellation Boötis. He also claims to have found another transmission from the satellite, which he translated into English. The transmission is so bizarre and so out of this world, that if this Black Knight Satellite isn’t just Science Fiction space opera given to us by some bored scientists, then we are looking at a satellite, according to Duncan, to be of ET origin. Here is the translation:

START HERE.

OUR HOME IS EPSILON BOOTIS.

WHICH IS A DOUBLE STAR.

WE LIVE ON THE 6th PLANET OF 7 – CHECK THAT, 6th OF 7 –

COUNTING OUTWARDS FROM THE SUN

WHICH IS THE LARGER OF THE TWO.

OUR 6th PLANET HAS ONE MOON,

OUR 4th PLANET HAS THREE,

OUR FIRST AND THIRD PLANETS EACH HAVE ONE.

OUR PROBE IS IN THE ORBIT OF YOUR MOON

THIS UPDATES THE POSITION OF ARCTURUS SHOWN ON OUR MAPS.

I could go on with information from sources credible and not so credible. What I have found on the internet are articles and websites debunking the Black Knight Satellite and articles and websites supporting the Black Knight Satellite.

From whatever it is and from where ever it came, or even if it exists, let’s get one thing straight — sometimes truth can be stranger than fiction.

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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A Woman’s Powerful Words Spread by a Little Girl

Please spread this far and wide. This is an important message to you and the rest of humanity. If we can get 100,000 shares, then that would be amazing. It’s time to uplift the world, and it’s an extremely important time at that. This video not the best quality, ’cause I don’t know what the heck I’m doing with this movie creator program that I’m using. I’m not even close to a professional. Still, it looks good and conveys the message well.

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Eric Slade – Fantasy Writer with a Twist

Today we learn about Eric Slade. He’s a fantasy writer from Chattanooga, Tennessee where he often goes fairy scouting in the locations featured in his novels Havenwood and The Fairy Killers.  This guy is a phenomenal writer and rarely will you ever see anything less than a 5 star review for his books.

What is “fairy scouting”?

Fairy scouting includes all the best aspects of scouting, trekking, hiking, and camping … while looking for evidence of fairies and elves in the woods. I’d like a better word for it; something along the lines of a lepidoptera. A lepidopterist is someone who collects, classifies and observes moths and butterflies in a study known as lepidoptera. I am open to suggestions from the linguists among us.

Tell us what inspires you?

I’m inspired by the geography of East Tennessee, the Smokies — the woods, the mountains, the rivers; the history — Native American, colonial, Civil War. I’ve been playing in the woods all my life, looking for fairies and doorways to other worlds. I feel if they exist anywhere, they must exist here in my own backyard.

What makes your protagonist different from the industry standard or genre standard?

I’ve always loved British fantasy. From J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis to Philip Pullman, J.K. Rowling, and Susanna Clarke. And while there are so many classics of fairy lore, as a child, I always wondered why these adventures only seemed to happen in the U.K.? Why can’t American kids stumble into other worlds? So, I have sought to fill that gap by writing about characters from the Southeastern United States.

Tell us about your books. 

HAVENWOOD is the story of a woman who emigrates by airship to Fairyland from Chattanooga, Tennessee in 1916. She finds herself in a magical world ruled by remnants of the old plantation-era south, besieged by dark fairy hoards who do not want the humans there … (1st book in a series)

http://mybook.to/Havenwood

 

 

 

 

THE FAIRY KILLERS, currently available for free during this week’s Huge SF/F Giveaway, is the prequel to the epic series. Set in contemporary times in the rural American South, it is both an introduction and a culmination of the war between the elven tribes of the Green and the humans who try to colonize their world.

https://www.instafreebie.com/free/YZGqS

 

 

 

Do you want each book to stand on its own, or are you trying to build a body of work with connections between each book?

I’ve always loved episodic story telling, epic world building, and long term character arcs. I’m a huge fan of series fiction, but I also particularly love it when authors place less obvious links, like secret winks to the reader, between their books. I’ve spent fifteen years discovering a story that has an internal timeline of a hundred years and spans four generations of characters. I want readers to escape into my world with me for as long as we both can.

What is the one thing you can’t write without?

Earl Grey Tea, hot.

Eric Slade

http://eric-slade.com/

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VideoCast Interview with One of the Most Popular Authors in Sci Fi/Fantasy

Brandon Ellis interviews popular author, Joseph Lallo in Brandon’s Author Interview Series in Science Fiction and Fantasy – the second of many Author Interviews.

Joseph Lallo, author of the very popular Book of Deacon series, the Free Wrench Series, Big Sigma Series, the Other Eight, and Between.

 

Joseph’s Author Page: https://goo.gl/hGQXDR

Joseph’s Website: https://www.bookofdeacon.com

Joseph Lallo has published 17 books and is well on his way to being one of the most sought after fiction writers in Science Fiction and Fantasy. He has topped the lists on Amazon many times and has a popular science fiction/fantasy podcast on book marketing and tips.

Take a look at this interview, as it won’t disappoint. Learn about his writing process, his story lines, and how the wold of science fiction and fantasy comes into Joseph’s head and onto paper.

Enjoy!

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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One Important Star Wars Conversation Piece

When I was young, Laser Tag was the rage. One year before Christmas, each Laser Tag kit was going for $10. My friend’s parents bought my friend 10 kits, and we spent the rest of the year chasing each other around the house and the forest, engaging in Laser Tag competitions with all our buddies.

Little did I know Star Wars was the inspiration for the inventor of Laser Tag. Watch this incredible and very professional “CNN Great Big Story” two minute mini-documentary on Star Wars, the inventor, and Laser Tag. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it and have a conversation piece by the end.

 

“Remember laser tag? The pizza and soda-fueled sweaty birthday parties. The fog-filled, dark room with flashing lights. Since its birth in 1984 with the release of the Photon toy, laser tag evolved into an iconic game. Meet the inventor.” – Great Big Story

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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John L. Monk, Author Interview

Brandon Ellis interviews popular author, John L Monk in Brandon’s Author Interview Series in Science Fiction and Fantasy – the first of many Author Interviews.

John L Monk, author of Hell’s Children, Thief’s Odyssey, Kick, Fool’s Ride, and Hopper House.

John’s Author Page: https://goo.gl/iJlwRp

John’s Website: https://john-l-monk.com/

I’m very sure you’ll enjoy this interview. John talks about what drives him to write, the plot lines and characters in his books, their personalities, and about Hell’s Children, which has ranked in the top 650 on Amazon (which is an incredible accomplishment).

I’m here to give you the best in Science Fiction and Fantasy Authors, and John L Monk as my first interview doesn’t disappoint.

Enjoy!

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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Anthony Robbins…my old boss.

When I was 19, I went to an association in Portland, Oregon called, “Anthony Robbins & Associates.” I told them I was there to get hired, and if they weren’t hiring, I was there to work for Anthony Robbins for free.

Why? I wanted to learn everything from Anthony Robbins I could, a person who changed my parent’s life, not only in finances, but in their relationships with their own parents, friends, and children, and with themselves.

They hired me on the spot.

I spent a year helping with seminars, doing computer entry work, and most importantly, screwing up a very important training manual that they had me transcribe from that manual to a computer program. Yet, Anthony Robbins still paid me.

During that time, I only met Anthony Robbins a few times when I was down at his office in San Diego. I shook his hand, and every time he spoke to me, I looked wide-eyed and shell shocked and I couldn’t get anything out of my mouth. It drove me nuts. I just wanted to express to him how much he had helped me and my parents and everyone else I know that had attended his seminars.

Yet, only once could I get out a, “thank you.” The rest of the time, he would stare at my blank expression, give me time to speak, and then say, “Well, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for showing up.”

Why am I telling you this? I’m of course not selling you anything regarding Anthony Robbins or trying to pitch something to you. I wanted to give you something for free that may change your life. It has mine, on many occasions, and I’ve watched it change other people’s lives, as well.

Again, it’s free.

Back in July of 2016, Anthony Robbins came out with a documentary titled, “I am Not Your Guru.” If you have seen it, then check it out again. If you haven’t seen it, then check it out for the first time. I’ve embedded it here on this page.

This was a documentary he didn’t want to do. The documentarian, Joe Berlinger, spent a few years doing his best to convince Anthony to allow him to create this documentary. One of Anthony’s requirements was that Joe take at least a year after the documentary to follow up on the people that Anthony had interventions with to see how Anthony’s techniques, love, and counsel had helped those individuals and how it’s continually helping them today.

Joe must follow up. And, Joe did.

Here is a transcript glimpse of “I am Not Your Guru”, an intervention on a young woman who hates that she loves her father so much because he causes pain and grief in her life. Take a look:

“What if you called him and told him all the things you blamed him for and said, ‘I need to have a conversation with you. I want to tell you that I’ve blamed you for so much in your life and I have to tell you, I need to make a new list. I’ve blamed you for being addictive and this and that, and all those things and other things you should have done. But, I’ve not blamed you for being the one man that I could love. I haven’t blamed you for being the greatest source of love that I know.'”

“You have to think about all of the things you used to blame him for and you need to blame him much more powerfully. You have to blame him consciously and effectively. ‘Cause if you’re going to blame people for all the shit, you better blame them for all the good too. If you’re going to give them credit for everything fucked up, you have to give them credit for everything that’s great.

“I’m not asking you to stop blaming. I’m saying blame elegantly, blame intelligently, blame effectively. Blame with the level of your soul, not at the level of your head. Because, life is not so as simple as black and white.

“My mom beat the shit out of me. She loved me. She was freaked out I was going to leave. I was her source of everything.

“I blame her for all the beauty in my life. I blame her for having the woman I have in my life because I cherish my wife because I know what the opposite is. I blame her for the capacity to feel and care. I blame her for my insatiable hunger to end suffering for any human I can, because I suffered a ton. If she was the mother I wanted, I would not be the man I am proud to be.

“That’s the truth. It’s the truth.

“You want to know what our biggest problem is? I’ll tell everyone of you if you’re willing to hear me what your biggest problem is — that you think you shouldn’t have them.

“Because problems are what make us grow, problems are what sculpt our soul, problems are what make us become more. If we could realize that life is always happening for us and not to us, then game over, all of the pain and suffering disappears.

“Your father, your problem, is your gift. He played the role that he was meant to play. If he’d been the perfect father you wanted, you wouldn’t have half the drive you have, not a third.”

When I met Tony, I didn’t realize how he would effect almost every facet of my life, and in a positive way. I would like to give you this gift, if you’re open and if it feels right, to watch this documentary for free on my site. Or, if you want to pull up Netflix and type in, “I am Not Your Guru,” then please do so.

I promise you’ll get something very important out of it.

 

Thank you very much,

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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An Historical Science Fiction You Must Read

Have you heard the term, “Stranger than Historical Science Fiction?” Well, probably not. You’ve heard, “Stranger than Fiction,” but not the former. In this case, however, what you’re about to read is definitely stranger than historical science fiction, let alone fiction.

So, grab tight and get ready, because I’m going to tell you something you’ve most likely never heard of, or even knew existed.

Our Science Fiction past.

Let me take you down the rabbit hole and tell you about our written history according to a rarely spoken of culture in Iraq, which unbeknownst to most people in the world today, was a culture surrounded by science fiction beyond what most people would think a culture 6,000 years ago could grasp, let alone write about.

We begin in 1849, when British archaeologist, Austin Henry Layard, uncovered over 20,000 clay tablets in the Ancient Sumerian city of Nineveh in Iraq. The tablets were aptly named the Sumerian Tablets and on each tablet were etched symbols and pictures that connect us to a past civilization that flourished in the Middle East, and on down to South Africa, for a very long time.

But, what each etching translated into was all too astonishing, and quite unbelievable.

So, here goes…

Our past is filled with strange, outworldly myths dating back thousands of years, and in many religions we claim to know where we come from, why we are here, and the stories that link us to God, or the gods of an ancient tradition.

However, none, and I mean none, are more detailed and strange than what is described in the Sumerian Tablets.

The tablets speak of a rogue planet named Nibiru that transverses across our solar system, rounding our sun in an elongated, elliptical orbit every 3,600 years. On Nibiru resides an ancient extraterrestrial race with fascinating technologies, a rich history, and unimaginable wars.

According to the Sumerian tablets, the Beings of Nibiru, called the Anunnaki, eventually needed gold for their worn out,  failing atmosphere polluted by these unimaginable wars. Among the many tests and trials conducted to fix their atmosphere, they found gold to be the most effective solution, as long as it was burned to a certain degree and turned into powder, then let loose in the upper strata of their sky, temporarily regenerating their atmosphere.

[Yes, this was all in the tablets.]

Tiamat…

…a planet with an orbit between Mars and Jupiter, was teeming with gold and became their main mining world, where they moved gold from Tiamat to Nibiru, doing so by technologically advanced transport ships.

Then, sometime in the Anunnaki’s past, Tiamat was destroyed in a celestial event, though accounts in the Sumerian Tablets aren’t exactly clear how the planet was destroyed. The remnants of the planet, as stated in the Sumerian Tablets, became a vast asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter.

[If you look at a map of our solar system, you will see a massive asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter. The question is, how would the tablets and the Sumerians know about that asteroid belt?]

Earth.

Enter planet Earth, a beautiful world, teeming with life, surrounded by beautiful blue water and vast amounts of gold. This was their next stop, and this is where things became a little complicated.

In my book series, Star Guild, two characters named Kien and Lien-L appear several times in the story. Both are characters from the Sumerian tablets, though both names were changed in my Star Guild books by simply moving letters around. In the tablets, they are named Enlil and Enki, whom are Anunnaki Beings that look human, though are around ten to twelve feet tall, and stronger than an ox.

According to the tablets, a ship with an Anunnaki on board landed on Earth. Eventually he (the Anunnaki) discovered gold. Elated, he contacted Nibiru and let them know about the good news. Enki and Enlil — brothers — were sent by their father, King Anu of Nibiru, to set up mining posts on Earth and to oversee the mining operations.

Things didn’t go as rightly planned.

With great technology, they created deep mining tunnels on Earth, many of which were/are located in South Africa, and can be seen to this day. These tunnels had been so well cut, that many trained miners and engineers claim that a better technology than what we have today must have been used.

I digress.

Enki and Enlil established themselves on Earth, and thenceforth the mining operations began. The Anunnaki moved gold out of deep chasms in earth and loaded it onto transport ships, then hauled it to Nibiru. They did this for many, many years, but the work was hard and unforgiving, unlike it was on Tiamat.

Eventually, the workers complained and without much resolution, they revolted.

Enki came up with a plan.

Genetic manipulation.

Enki thought, “What if I took genes from our own DNA and combined them with a smaller, less intelligent Being?”

Apes, Gorillas, Chimpanzees, etc., were chosen.

[I know, sounds odd, but bare with me. Again, this is all in the tablets. I’m not making this stuff up.]

After experimentation and many failed trials, the first human was created in a place the Sumerian’s called “Eden”, which translates from Sumerian to English as “Steppe” or “Plain” or “Flat Terrain”.

Humans were fascinating to the Anunnaki. They grew faster than an Anunnaki from baby to infant to adolescent to adult, yet they weren’t as strong, but they followed orders well, and didn’t complain. They could not reproduce, which pleased Enlil, but not Enki.

Enki believed that all Beings should have independence, and individualism. Enlil wanted nothing of the sort, so when Enki secretly gave a life-giving reproductive system to humans via a change within the human DNA structure/genome, Enki was greatly angered, and from that moment on, Enki and Enlil conflicted, and Enlil became man’s great adversary.

A war was fought, and from the writings in the Sumerian Tablets, you would think the war became nuclear.

From a portion of Zecharia Sitchin’s Lost Book of Enki, translated from one of the Sumerian Tablets, spoken from Enki to a Sumerian scribe, we see a devastation unlike any we’ve seen on Earth before or after:

“It is done! Erra in his skyship shouted. In Nergal’s heart there was no more vengeance. Surveying their evil handiwork, the two heroes by what they saw were puzzled: By a darkening of the skies were the brilliances followed, then a storm to blow began. Swirling within a dark cloud, gloom from the skies an Evil Wind carried, As the day wore on, the Sun on the horizon with darkness it obliterated, At nighttime a dreaded brilliance skirted its edges, the Moon at its rising it made disappear. When dawn the next morning came, from the west, from the Upper Sea, a stormwind began blowing, The dark brown cloud eastward it directed, toward the settled lands did the cloud spread; Wherever it reached, death to all that lives mercilessly it delivered; 233 From the Valley of No Pity, by the brilliances spawned, toward Shumer the death was carried. To Enlil and Enki, Ninurta and Nergal, the alarm sounded: Unstoppable the Evil Wind death to all delivers! The alarm Enlil and Enki to the gods of Shumer transmitted: Escape! Escape! to them all they cried out. Let the people disperse, let the people hide! From their cities the gods did flee, like frightened birds from their nests escaping they were. The people of the lands by the Evil Storm’s hand were clutched; futile was the running. Stealthy was the death, like a ghost the fields and cities it attacked; The highest walls, the thickest walls, like floodwaters it passed, No door could shut it out, no bolt could turn it back. Those who behind locked doors hid inside their houses like flies were felled, Those who to the streets fled, in the streets were their corpses piled up. Cough and phlegm the chests filled, the mouths with spittle and foam filled up; As the Evil Wind the people unseen engulfed, their mouths were drenched with blood. Slowly over the lands the Evil Wind blew, from west to east over plains and mountains it traveled; Everything that lived, behind it was dead and dying, people and cattle, all alike perished. The waters were poisoned, in the fields all vegetation withered. From Eridu in the south to Sippar in the north did the Evil Wind the land overwhelm; Babili, where Marduk supremacy declared, by the Evil Wind was spared.”

Not a pretty sight, nor a pretty section to read. Soon after, the Anunnaki left Earth, realizing they were not fit to rule over humans, and not right to keep humans as slaves.

Thus came the end of the Anunnaki transmission to the human scribes.

But, what if there was a twist to this story?

In the tablets, Enki and Enlil left Earth, but what if Enlil came back to use a select amount of humans to start his own experiments and to use them as slaves in a different sector in our galaxy — a sector where gold thrived? In this way, he could continue to help his home world, Nibiru, and better his planet’s atmosphere.

And…what if the humans that were taken, and through hundreds and hundreds of years and dumbing-down by chemical osmosis and a doctored history, simply forgot that they were slaves? What if the humans didn’t know who Enlil or Enki or who the Anunnaki were, and yet at the same time, they lived decent lives, not knowing they are really working for an unseen ruling race?

What would happen if those humans started to put two and two together, awakening to the fact that they aren’t alone in the universe, and have been living for another race’s benefit their entire lives?

What would happen?

Imagine.

Welcome to The Star Guild Saga, a place where fiction meets Sumerian history. So, buckle up and get ready, because you’re about to be taken on an enlightening and thrilling ride.

The Star Guild Saga.

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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I DIDN’T KNOW MY FATHER LOVED ME…

A True Story

I used to be a Sports Massage Therapist before I became an author and I have worked on thousands of people throughout my Sports Therapy career, and there’s one thing in common with all of the people I’ve had the pleasure of working on – they all have unique, incredible stories.

The story I’m going to share with you today is of no exception. The story begins with me already working on the gentlemen. And, as the story goes on, you may be brought to tears, or at least grow a smile with this true tail..

So, without further ado, here it is.

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As I press on an area between Jim’s belly button and the front hip bone of his pelvis called the ASIS, he asks, “Is that the Sore-As muscle?”

“It’s the psoas muscle.” I correct him, putting a little more pressure on him, doing what is called trigger point therapy while performing ProprioNeuralmuscular Facilitation – an active movement technique.

“It should be called the ‘Sore-As-Hell’ muscle.” He smiles. It’s his usual joke. He then looks at me, eyes a little wider than usual. “I’ve been thinking of my father lately.”

Jim is 78 and has been a client of mine for about 10 years, so I’ve had the pleasure of being in his presence for quite some time now. His father passed away many years ago, way before I met Jim. I think his father died even before I was born. Nonetheless, it had been a while since his father passed, so I had never heard Jim speak of his father much at all, until now.

Still pressing on his psoas, I move his leg left and right with my other hand, stretching and contracting the targeted muscle, and ask, “What did he die of?”

“Prostate cancer.”

“How old was he when he died?”

“81.”

I take my finger pressure off of his psoas, walk over to the head of the table, and sit on my stool and face the top of his head. I press both hands on the sides of his neck, and start my neck assessment.

“He was a complete jerk my entire life.” Jim sighs.

I can tell he still has anger with his father. Even now.

“You know, growing up,” he continues, “He never once told me he loved me. Never told anyone he loved them, not my mom and not my brother. He was Russian and I think he had a hard life, just like his own father. When I was young, he’d point at me, saying, ‘You’re a bad boy. Bad boy!’ He never gave me a compliment.” Jim shakes his head, still disappointed and pained.

I take a deep breath, bringing my focus to the anterior scalene muscles close to the front of his neck. They are tight, which is unusual for Jim. Knowing that the scalenes hold a lot of stress, I could tell he has probably been thinking about his father for days. I then remember something Jim once told me about his own life. “Didn’t you leave your parent’s house at fifteen years old or something like that?”

“Well, my brother left first. He was only 14. He’s older than me, and it was several years later that I took off and left home. I was 16. Before my brother left, he told me he couldn’t take it anymore. He moved in with our cousins, leaving me there alone, so I got the brunt of what my brother used to get, making my life in that tiny apartment…hell. So, at age 16 I enrolled in the Air Force to get as far away from dad as I could.”

“You enrolled at age 16? I thought you had to be 17 to enroll,” I say.

He laughs. “I lied to them.”

“You did? Wow.” I’m clearly surprised. He’s a small man and I wondered how anyone could have ever thought he was 17 when he entered the armed forces. He probably looked much younger than 17, but who knows. “So, what did you do in the Air Force?”

He waves his hand in the air, dismissing the question. “Ah, nothing. I was a file clerk. I learned how to type and that’s about all. I was stationed in Japan for two years. I, at least, was able to travel on an aircraft carrier to get there. That was neat. It took two weeks to get there by boat.”

“What was that like?”

He laughs again. “I learned that if you kept walking around, avoiding any eye contact, and act busy, then you really don’t have to do anything. Everyone was doing there jobs, but I didn’t do a thing. I just slept and ate. And, when I finally arrived in Japan, I spent two years filing, typing, and having sex, then came home.” He shrugs, as if saying military life was easy as pie. “After I got home, I’d call dad every so often throughout the years. I’d say, ‘Hi dad!’ and he’d reply with, ‘What car are you driving?’”

“When mom divorced him, I knew he was sad, but each time I’d call, he’d ask what car I was driving. Whenever I told him I loved him, he’d grumble, quickly changing the subject.” Jim frowns. “At least, when I was young, he taught me how to paint. As a kid, whenever I painted with him, he would say the meanest things to me, like I was the worst thing that ever happened to him.” He rolls his eyes. “He was Russian and grew up with a hard life. I bet his dad beat him.”

I cradled the back of his head, touching the suboccipitals attached there. “Is that tender?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I place his head in a position that can help me easily release the tension in his suboccipital muscles. He moans. “That always alleviates a lot of tightness when you do that.”

“Did you see your dad at all after coming back from Japan?”

“No, I was never around. Like I said, I did my best to call him whenever I remembered to, but that wasn’t much. My brother never spoke to him, though. My dad was a son-of-a-you know what, so no one ever talked to him much. You know, there was one time when I was three years old…it’s so weird that I can remember this…but I was doing something that little kids do, playing or something, and he comes into my room and spanks me, calling me ‘bad’. And, I didn’t even know what I did.” Jim points in front of him, mimicking his father. “’Bad, Bad, Bad!’ Why didn’t he just tell me what I did? Well, that’s how he probably grew up and so I got a lot of what he got. I got a lot of it.” Jim exhales as his suboccipitals release. I place my fingers on the back of his neck, gliding them down his levator scapula and trapezius, one of the best ways to relax those group of muscles.

“Did he ever call you?”

“No, no. Well, he did when he was dying. So, I went to go see him.”

“At the home you grew up in?”

“He left there long ago. I went to the hospital and there he was, dying in a hospital bed. I knew I was his only visitor and he looked terrible. Skinny, very skinny. His face was sunken in and his eyes looked sickly.” Jim screwed up his brow. “He looked like death. I mean, I saw death in him.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen that before,” I reply. “I was there when both my grandpa’s were dying, not too mention all of the hospice work I’ve done.”

“Well, I walked over to him, feeling so sorry for him. I did love him, imagine that. I sat down on the edge of the bed, telling him how much I loved him. He then asked me to help him up. So, I lifted him up, helping him to sit next to me. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I told him I loved him again. He squeezed much harder, then looked me in the eyes and for the first time in my life, I heard him say it. He said, ‘I love you, son.’ He put his head on my chest and cried and cried. I held him as we cried together. This was the first time he’d ever said anything nice to me and this one wasn’t just nice, it was meaningful. There was truth in it and it hit me in my heart. I could feel his love and I knew right then and there that he got it. It took him his entire life to get to this moment, to finally get it, and I was the one to teach it to him. I taught him to love. That’s why I was there, in the hospital, at that moment.”

If eyes could smile, I could see it in Jim’s eyes. His whole body relaxed and he started breathing easier. It was almost as if Jim, himself, understood something for the first time–his father wasn’t a terrible man. He was a hard working, scared individual that may have thought that raising a son meant you have to be hard to prepare them for a tough, uncaring world. In that way, perhaps, he was giving love.

Jim smiles. “That’s why we’re here, for those precious moments. It’s love. And, my father passed away soon after that, and he got it. He figured it out and understood the whole meaning of life in that moment and I was there to witness it.”

And, like always, Jim puts his arms in the air, praising the ceiling or praising God, saying his usual, “I’m blessed. I’m so, so blessed.” Then he, himself, “get’s it.”

Blessings to you,

Brandon Ellis

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A SCIENTIFIC REMEDY TO ALL DISEASE? YOU DECIDE.

Fans of my Star Guild Saga have asked me, in so many ways, “Where did you get the idea for Suficell Pods?”

Well, first off, if you haven’t picked up my series yet, then you wouldn’t even know the term, Suficell Pod. So, let me take a paragraph to dig into a Suficell Pod for a moment.

A Suficell Pod is a large pod that a person climbs into to regenerate their body, no matter the illness or disease. A Suficell Pod (in my books) matches the frequency of the ailment or disease using radio or photonic waves to disintegrate the envelope around the diseased cell, thus rendering it inactive or dead. Once the envelope collapses, the diseased cell washes out of the body, and when enough of these cells die, the disease or illness is gone.  Since an illness or disease is a low frequency on the radio or photonic wave chart and doesn’t match the higher frequencies of an organ, bone, or muscle, the rest of the body remains intact and returns to its peak performance level.

How did I come up with this idea?

It’s something that already exists today and something that I have first hand knowledge and experience with. Although, the device is much, much smaller than a pod.

The Rife Machine.

In 2009, an elderly client of mine (83 years old) was diagnosed with stomach cancer. She was given two weeks left to live and was allowed to go home and die peacefully with her family by her side. It had been a few months since I had seen her, and when I received the phone call that my client was diagnosed with cancer and  wished to see me a few more times and experience my therapy before she passed (I’m a Sports Therapist as well as an Author), I was Johnny on the spot and made sure to clear my schedule to see her a last few times.

When I arrived, I remember thinking that I had never seen a person so skinny. She was literally skin and bones. A few months prior she was an active woman with healthy muscle tissue and good complexion, however, the cancer, chemo, and radiation had worn her body to almost nothing. She was sad, waiting for the inevitable and when I first placed my therapeutic hands on her, she immediately relaxed. Nonetheless, throughout the session, she would reach for her bucket, throwing up blood and what little food was left in her tummy.

After the session had ended, I packed up my gear and wished her a farewell, telling her I’ll see her soon for her next session. On the way out, I ran into her daughter.

“I purchased a Rife Machine for my mom.” Her daughter’s name was Diana, and she had tears in her eyes.

We had talked about a Rife Machine before and many years ago I had seen one in action — a small metallic box, the width of two bricks and the height of one, with buttons that resembled a phone keypad. On each end of the box — the right side and the left side — was a wire coming out, attaching to a silver, metallic handle. Since the frequency was delivered through the handles, the subject would hold each handle for the duration of a half and hour long or hour long Rife Machine treatment. The handles weren’t at all comfortable to hold, as a slight vibration and electrical current ran through them and into the subject’s hands and up the subject’s forearms.

During the years that Rife had studied cancer and other diseases, he had created the world’s most powerful microscope, a microscope that is in the Smithsonian to this day. With that microscope, he was able to observe microbes, cancer cells, and many other diseased microorganisms. Apparently, during his research days, he had heard about an opera singer that could sing at a certain pitch that matched the exact pitch and frequency of a mirror and because it was at the same pitch and frequency of a mirror, it would shatter that mirror.

Dr. Royal Rife in his own words on creating his powerful microscope.

He then had an idea. What if he matched the frequency of a cancer cell or a typhoid cell or a measles cell? What would happen? Theoretically, the cell membranes would devitalize and break apart much like the mirror did when the opera singer matched the mirror’s frequency and pitch.

He gave it a try and after many long hours in the lab, he found the exact frequencies of the cells, matched them with high radio frequencies, and just like that, the cell membranes around the cell would disintegrate and the stuff inside the cell membrane would ooze out like water gushing from a broken damn.

Back then, the Mayo Institute got wind of this and, as documented in old black and white videos and audios, they had Rife conduct experiments on 3rd and 4th stage cancer patients. He used his machine and after a week or two, the cancer patients no longer had cancer.

If you want more information on this, you can find old newspaper articles on Dr. Royal Raymond Rife dating back to the 1920’s and 1930’s all over the internet. Also, plenty of documentaries on this doctor swarm Youtube, so you shouldn’t have trouble finding more information on him.

So, here I am chatting with Diana, my elderly client’s daughter, and she says, “I’ve purchased a Rife Machine and it will be here soon. I just hope it gets here before my mom dies.”

Like many children, the love for her parent outweighed logic, and even though medicine and the American Medical Association didn’t look at the Rife Machine as a viable option to treating disease, Diana didn’t want her mother to die and would do anything to keep hope alive.

Fast forward to one week later.

Diana’s mother, my 83 year old client, no longer had cancer. The doctor’s ended up labeling her as a “spontaneous remission”.

So, when I arrived to see my 83 year old client the next week, I could see that she was gaining weight, her skin tone had changed, and she was embarrassed by her lack of hair — telling me she was back to her old self-conscious self. She was no longer throwing up and was able to receive my therapeutic session without moaning from stomach pain.

“How did this happen?” I asked Diana shortly after the session with her mother ended.

“We used the Rife Machine on her the day that it arrived,” she replied. “We noticed a little bit of a difference, so the next day we took her to the doctors and found that her white blood cell count had risen. We decided to use the Rife Machine the next day, and then back to the doctors we went to find that her cancer was diminishing and her white blood cells were increasing. We did this over and over until they couldn’t detect anymore cancer.”

That night I started researching Dr. Royal Raymond Rife. Within the next several months, my parents had purchased a Rife Machine and two of my clients — just in case they needed it — purchased the machines, as well.

Then, where there is good news, there can sometimes be challenging news.

The person (let’s call him Bob) who created this particular Rife Machine from old Rife blueprints and patents, and sold those machines to Diana, my parents, and my two clients, eventually went to prison for thirty plus years. Why? Well, the FDA found out about him and told him that it was against the law to market a Rife Machine in a way that stated it has the ability to cure diseases.

Bob didn’t like that.

He decided to take a stand against the FDA, saying that the Rife Machine and/or Frequency Devices created in the same way and with the same frequencies as Dr. Royal Raymond Rife used, did in fact cure diseases, including cancer. And, not to be outdone, he refused to remove any packaging or labeling that said that his machine worked and cured diseases.

His stand, although brave and bold, didn’t convince the FDA and they took him to court, locking him up behind bars for probably the rest of his days.

What sucks for Bob may be a blessing in disguise for the rest of humanity. Although Bob is in prison, he maintains that the Rife Machine does and will cure disease — all disease. Maybe his bold actions, if this technology continues to develop, may actually be the next step in medicine’s evolution, and what may be incredible science, healing, and medicine in the Star Guild Saga with Rife inspired Suficell Pods, may some day be in every home across the nation and the world.

We’ll see.

Thank you for reading…

Brandon Ellis

www.brandon-ellis.com

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