By Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone
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April 11, 2005

Joan and I followed the sylph cloud ring through Farmington New Mexico on Highway 64. Just before arriving at Farmington there were two huge coal fired electric plants. The one about a mile north of the highway looked like a black demon belching dark smoke. There was a huge billboard on the highway protesting the pollution generated by the plant and the diseases the pollution caused. Our guardian sylph agreed. The vocalization was one word: "Mercury". These two plants were built in an unpopulated area because they were too dirty to build near Albuquerque, Salt Lake or Phoenix so they were built adjacent to native reservations. As we drove through Farmington there was a distinct metallic tang to the air.

East of Broomfield we ran into the "Williams" Gang. They were in white pick-ups and they were racing up and down the highway. We saw six trucks with muddy tires. They were checking their oil pump-jacks and pressure gauges. There appeared to be a lot of natural gas production between Broomfield and the Jicarilla Indian Reserve which surrounds Dulce NM. All the Williams pick-ups had day-glo orange pennants on poles bolted to the box behind the driver. There seems to be a lot of similar white trucks and they wanted to know their trucks from all the others. One of the Williams' boys passed us twice at well over 90 MPH as he was checking and adjusting pressures holding tanks in farmers' fields. There appeared to be some sort of petroleum related emergency. At the small Gobernator refinery the gates were open and half the parking spaces were empty. Such "Fire Drills" happen when there is a large pressure change on the pipelines and/or holding tanks. I believe that they had a huge overpressure.

I went into a grounding meditation and reached through my feet into the crystalline core of the Earth. This is a bit difficult to do in a moving vehicle but immediately the higher dimensions came in to assist. It was important to keep this alignment through the Dulce region.

About five miles south of Dulce there were two vehicles ahead of us traveling slow towards Dulce. We passed them and the white car in front had a flat on the left front tire. I looked in the car and saw NO DRIVER. The white pick-up behind the car did have a man driving. I strengthened the spiritual alignment.

At Dulce we saw native Americans going about their business. Everything appeared normal: A quiet reservation town. I looked for mining equipment and piles of crushed rock. There were none. I looked for oil and natural gas production equipment. There was none. I reached down through my feet and did not feel much happening one or two miles below. At five miles there was activity: Gnomes.

As we left town I told Joan about, Phil Schneider, the mining engineer who got hit by a Grey Alien energy weapon when a fight broke out between Greys and US soldiers. It is likely that the blast broke Phil's mind control memory blocks. He gave lectures about underground cities. black helicopters, secret technologies and the various alien races in our midst. He was suicided in 1995. This was news to Joan. I told her that I was not picking up much activity under Dulce where the alien base was built. There might be a few in air tight chambers but for the most part the base was full of natural gas thanks to the Gnomes. It is not Abiotic methane....it is Gnome methane. The last one out of the base should be careful to avoid creating sparks. I continued increasing the energy of alignment.

We soon arrived at Chama and refuelled. Instead of continuing along Highway 64, and down the picturesque Highway 285, we elected to go directly to Santa Fe on Highway 84. We arrived about forty minutes late for our meeting with Zeph and Tricia Daniel in Santa Fe. I recognized Zeph by his web photograph as he and Tricia were about to drive away from the shopping mall.

We talked for over an hour over coffee. They invited us to stay the night at their place and gave us a guided tour of four hundred year old downtown Santa Fe. Their house is south of town, and we enjoyed a wonderful meal together and stimulating conversation. As Zeph does his web radio show at 4:00 AM we retired early at 8:00 PM.

Joan and I went to the "tabernacle on the hill" and saw the sun rise over the pinon and sage. Zeph had asked me to look or feel what was happening at a mesa twenty miles south. A couple of hours later all four of us drove to the mesa in Zeph's truck. I was doing grounding exercises and feeling the land.

Zeph drove through a small town called Galisteo and gave us its history and some personal events that had happened there. He also said that it was one of the most powerful vortices in New Mexico. We then drove down to the mesa and Zeph gave his story of his life long attraction to the mesa and that it too was a vortex of some sort. When we got out of the truck near the mesa Zeph found a triangular rock precisely shaped like an arrowhead...a twelve inch long arrowhead. It was remarkable. Zeph gave it to me. If a battle had been fought at this mesa in ancient times, it was fought by giants.

I told Zeph and Tricia that I was feeling that there was an aetheric temple atop the mesa. Such a temple is not built by human hands and is for the glory of God. I also felt that it had recently returned to Earth after a long absence.

Tricia said that they heard from a reliable source that the mountain behind the mesa held an underground cache of nukes. It appears that heaven and hell are very near to one another south of Santa Fe.

Looking at the August 2004 video again I could see that the three minute video is a celebration by the sylphs. Zeph himself could hear the praising of God by the heavenly voices. Something remarkable has happened. It is likely that the weapons below have been rendered powerless, by God.

It took a full morning to say our goodbyes and Joan and I became tourists again. We visited the Governor's House in downtown Santa Fe. Joan checked out all the native jewellery blankets and booths on the sidewalks. Then we asked for directions to the Georgia O'Keeffe Gallery. Twice people walked away without answering. It was unnerving. I guess that a day with Zeph and Tricia had lifted our frequencies so high that we were invisible to those involved in more mundane affairs. We bought the two pieces of art promised to people back home. In O'Keeffe's art I could see her attempt to demonstrate the divine feminine beauty and colour juxtaposed to the dry bones of a masculine ruled world. Maybe I was reading things into her artwork from the mindset of just witnessing an aetheric temple atop a nuclear stockpile.

The drive to Taos was an adventure. We took a quick sidetrip to Los Alamos where the certifiably insane crafted weapons of planetary destruction. I could feel that they were still doing similarly stupid projects there. I got lost at Espanola and headed back up 285 instead of 68. I had to do some backtracking. We arrived at Taos in the middle of the Friday 5:00 PM traffic jam. It took us about half an hour to move through the downtown shopping district and were again too late to see a pueblo at Taos Pueblo. See saw no pueblos.

The sun set over the canyon of the Rio Grande, the same sun which we had seen rise from "tabernacle on the hill" in the morning.

Zuerrnnovahh-Starr Livingstone

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