Blog 2023

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January

Feliz año nuevo!

Happy new year. 

Long time no see!

I’ve been super busy the last couple of months. So much has happened and it has taken me a long time to connect the dots. Let’s begin with a 

Recap from September 2022

"My mind constantly got sucked out of my body and projected to a specific location in Oslo, Norway. Astral travel is nothing new to me, but doing it wide awake is. My physical body was living my everyday life, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I found myself there. Seconds turned into minutes. Days into weeks. It was exhausting trying to function in both worlds simultaneously. I was on the verge of breakdown. Then, a few days after the autumn equinox (sept 23.), it abruptly ended. Venn greeted me with an infant alien in his arms.

In the weeks prior to the delivery, the compound was bombarded with “intruding energy”. Other starseeds and I were called in to reinforce the security. Our job was to make sure nothing got past. In other words; we were there in spirit to protect the alien childbirth."

Rick

After the incident with the alien baby, Venn set me up with a guy named Rick. Rick is a starseed who works with the Pleiadians overseas. He too stood guard during the childbirth. The assignment took a toll on him too. I almost lost my sanity. Rick’s exhaustion caused him a car accident. His SUV skid off the road and rolled over. He was lucky to «only» dislocate and fracture his left shoulder from the impact of the seat belt. Rick was too restless to just sit around and wait for the injury to heal, so Venn set us up. Rick’s superpower happens to be empowerment. He spent his recovery in the astral as my spiritual mentor, setting my energy straight. He motivated me to become stronger, more confident, to control my life and claim my rights. Confronting my unhappiness and being held responsible for it was uncomfortable, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This guy Rick worked miracles. I’m not sure who did who a favour. Empowering me kept his mind occupied and I was VERY successful both at work and in my personal life. We were in a win-win situation.

I met Rick in real life! 

Long story short;

I went to the Canary Islands for a tropical Christmas. It was all fun and games. Noone lost an eye. 

Venn decided it was time for us to meet in person and booked Rick a ticket too. Introducing us at the waterpark was deliberate. Some of the slides are adventurous and adrenaline is known to increase the attraction between two people. Venn reckoned that the hormone release would jumpstart a friendship. But to be honest, meeting Rick was embarrassing. The last couple of months he’d peeled me like an onion and knew my innermost feelings. I felt vulnerable, but he convinced me that my secrets were safe with him. Rick was so easygoing and before I knew it, we talked, laughed and shared rafts down the rapids.

Rick was athletic and lean. About my height. He had blue eyes and short dark blonde hair. His face was clean shaven. Because we were at a waterpark, he wore nothing but swim shorts. His skin was flawless. No scars. No tattoos. He had a tan line from wearing a t-shirt. His hands and feet were rather small for a male. He was absolutely gorgeous. A member of my crew (I didn’t travel to the Canaries alone) accidentally referred to him as Venn. Starseed Rick definitely had a pleiadian vibe about him. 

We had an amazing day, but I didn’t get to say goodbye. I lost Rick in the crowd when the park closed. Later that evening he connected spiritually and showed me an image of himself at a beachfront bar, taking a sip of a pint, with foam on his upper lip. 

Side notes:

The next morning Rick connected again and accused me of having «a breakfast of champions». I’d never heard of such a thing and had to google it:

“An ironic phrase for food/ drink that is considered unhealthy, especially when consumed for breakfast.”

I was maxing out my caffeine- and blood sugar levels on coffee and churros, a deep fried spanish pastry covered in TONS of chocolate spread.

The Spanish Meteorological Agency issued a calima warning. The Canary Islands were hit by strong winds, heavy rainfall and sand storms. AGAIN we hunkered down. Funny how all my trips and gatherings in 2022 were disturbed by wind…. 

Cheers!

February

Who is Rick? 

Rick is a pleiadian human hybrid like me, except he descends from the Aleut strand. He was born in Alaska, but partly raised in Norway as a participant of the Nordic hybrid programme. This earned him the right to dual nationality. Rick currently serves as a «busboy» at the joint human- alien base in the US. A busboy/-girl is someone who removes dirty dishes in a restaurant. In military terms, busboy personnel clear the way for alien operations. Rick is a dedicated security officer. A fearless warrior. He also qualifies to drive almost anything on wheels. When «alien stuff» is on the road, he drives the semi-trailer truck. 

Fun fact:

If needed, «bus-boy» Rick substitutes as the base’s busdriver, driving personnel to and from the base. 

Goes by the nickname Rabbit, because of his two supermodel attractive ex-wives and several children.

Unlike the rest of my crew who demand absolute discretion, Rick doesn't mind getting exposed. If you belong to the group of UFO enthusiasts surveilling his base, you probably know him ;) 

He is the thorn in your side. 

The pain in your ass.

Why do Rick and I communicate so easily in the astral world?

Rick is a pleiadian human hybrid like me. The alien genes in our DNA are codings for a sixth sensory organ. It’s located in the upper sinus cavities and causes hybrids to be somewhat telepathic and clairvoyant. Having psychic abilities is both a blessing and a curse. If one doesn’t learn to control it, it can be difficult to cope with it. Both Rick and I were taught by the Pleiadians how to successfully integrate it in our lives. High functioning hybrids like us are a resourceful asset to the Pleiadians. We can easily OBE and interact with entities and each other in the astral realm. 

There’s a new sheriff in town. 

Not long after the incident with the alien childbirth in September (2022), the commander of White Sands abruptly left this plane. The Pleiadian chief’s death was totally unexpected. His successor, who happened to be the female who just gave birth, was in postpartum recovery and not in shape for the task. White Sands quickly went into a state of chaos without a proper leader, so she appointed Venn to sort things out. As commander of White Sands, he not only has authority over the alien base, he also holds a seat in the shadow government’s committee that negotiates the alien presence. Now, Venn is somewhat of a rebelly alien. He favours disclosure and is convinced that humanity can handle the truth. He uses this position for all it’s worth. To emphasise his beliefs, he has begun to order the big spaceships, the abduction crafts, to hop on wormholes at ground level instead of space, to intentionally cause atmospheric anomalies. 

Everybody, including him, expect his domain to be extremely short. As of February -23, he is still in charge. Things are ramping up. 

March

Venus Jupiter conjunction. 

Jupiter to the left. Wave hello to the Pleiadian mothership in orbit.

The Pleiadian healing chain. 

Long time no see. I’m not dead. Not yet. But my human doctors discovered tumours during a routine checkup. Biopsies were taken to diagnose whether my condition is terminal or not. 

I went through the entire range of emotions while waiting for the results of my biopsies. At one point my fear of dying skyrocketed and the Pleiadians did a healing session on me. 

Venn guided me through visualisation exercises to lower my guard and open my channels. When I was ready, seven(!) more Pleiadians marched in and joined the session. All of them laid their hands on me and established a connection. Eight individual waves of energy bounced through my body. A burst of energy was released every time two or more hit the same wavelength. My body jerked and I could see the flash of light through my closed eyes. The Pleiadians kept channelling till all eight waves synchronised into a unison pattern.Then everyone except Venn lifted their hands. The seven others lined up behind him to create a healing chain. I received the power of eight through the hands of one. Wonderful feverish heat spread from his hands throughout my body. Venn instructed me to ground excess energy. The pleiadian chain poured in and I released, flushing out negativity. Liquid mercury-ish stuff left my body. When we were all done, Venn ordered me to sleep. The pleiadian energy needed absolute peace to settle in my body. 

It wasn't cancer! 

All tests came back negative. Benign. Hooray. I don't have cancer!

Did the Pleiadians miraculously cure me? 

NO.

I was never ill. We all have lumps in our bodies and mine created a false positive on the hospital’s sensitive equipment. (Lumps can be malignant! Always have them checked out!)  

The Pleiadians didn’t cure me, but in my darkest hour they raised my spirits, which I’m forever grateful for. 

Happy birthday to Venn!

Venn’s birthday was on March 20th, which was also the spring Equinox. Pleiadians don’t celebrate birthdays, but WE cleared our busy schedules to mark the beginning of spring. Of course, we toasted in honour of our Pleiadian friend. With kakao.

Q: How old is Venn?

A: There’s no point giving you a number, because there’s no correlation between Venn's biological age and earthly years. Let's just say he’s not a sapling. 

Rick did not join our equinox gathering. He went on spring break to Tenerife with his daughters. Family first. 

Horizontal skywatching. 

Equinox is supposed to mark the beginning of spring, but winter still holds a grip up here. We  have plenty of snow and the temperatures plunge below -15c at night. To honour the return of the light, we brought out the summer sun loungers and did some horizontal skywatching. Dressed in thermal polar suits and tucked in blankets we watched the night skies. 

It was a starry night. No aurora. The Pleiadians went crazy with their UFOs!!! It was magic.

Venn knocked out my crew. 

In the middle of the day, everyone at the gathering suddenly became extremely tired and wanted to take a nap. When everyone had fallen asleep, Venn showed up. He came in the big Pleiadian UFO, the abduction vehicle, and used an onboard device to make them sleepy. It locks on to an individual’s heat signature and controls their state of unconsciousness by manipulating their brainwaves. This is how abductions begin. I was not targeted and witnessed everything. No one was taken that day, but they experienced dreamtime communication with the Pleiadians. I don’t know what messages were given. It’s their stories to tell when they’re ready. 

Venn invited me to the alien underground base.

Black helicopter warning.

Long story short. I went to the secret underground alien base in Norway to meet Venn. While there, I recorded a video. 

These guys don't want me to publish the material.  A helicopter has been hovering above my house for 30 minutes now. I consider it a warning....

Warning update.

I’m posting a still to see what response it elicits.

April

I had a car accident and it triggered flashbacks of abduction memories. 

We were going steadily at 80 km/h when the driver in front abruptly made a full stop. To avoid a rear-end collision, my car activated automatic emergency stop. The onboard radar and computer initiated full-force brakes to reduce impact speed. My seatbelt tensioner activated. It didn't just lock the belt, it reeled in and forcefully placed my body in optimum crash position. Holy moly! It pulled so tight that I feared my collarbone would snap. But it didn’t. Rick was not this lucky last september. He was injured when his pickup skidded off the road. Thanks to my high-tech electric car, I avoided my crash. The tight belt released and we were good to go, as if nothing happened. 

The sudden seat belt restraint triggered a flashback. An eerie feeling. I’m not sure if it’s related to riding along with Venn in the UFO during my internship at the alien base or if it’s some forgotten memory of being strapped down on the abduction table. Perhaps both. I need time to think about this and talk to Venn.

Stay tuned!

Retaliation.

Someone suggested that my recent near-collision was revenge for publishing the picture of the alien base. Chasing aliens isn’t risk free. There is a scary and dangerous aspect of this business. In 2021, the bolts on my tires were intentionally unscrewed. I could have suffered a fatal accident if they’d fallen off going 100 km/h.  

By the way, about the picture: The only one who seems bothered is Rick. Why? He works as a ‘busboy’ at another alien base. His job is to ward off people like me, snooping around taking pictures, but it wasn’t him. I love the idea of being chased by shadow government agents, but the driver that caused the accident was nothing more than an idiot stepping on the brakes because he missed his exit. 

Oh, and the scratch is still there.  What is it now, 3 weeks?

Flashback, the cause. 

Flying UFOs are smooth and peaceful. My flashback memory isn’t it. 

My guess is that it comes from being under the influence of a frequency controller. I don’t come easily during abductions and have a reputation of putting up a fight. A frequency controller manipulates the impulses of the somatic nerve system and restricts movements of skeletal muscles. THAT feels like being restrained. A tight squeeze. Enough of that. Flashbacks doesn't bother my everyday life. 

I’m going solar!  

I placed my order on a rooftop solar panel system back in September -22. GREAT NEWS! The panels are coming next month! From the month of May I’ll be operating my own power station. It will convert sunlight into the electrical energy I need to heat my house and power my EV. 

By the way:

The government gives electricity compensation for ridiculously high kilowatt hour (kWh) prices. If I charge my electric car at home, the government pays for my fuel.

Am I going offgrid?

To go ‘off grid' means to not depend on public utilities, especially electricity. Back in the ‘80’s my family and I partially lived in an offgrid cabin in the wilderness. All our electrical appliances were powered by high tech solar panels we’d acquired from a shut down government research programme. I guess we had some benefits of being offspring in an alien hybrid project. We stored electricity in huge batteries for night time use. 

Am I going off grid again? The answer is no. I wont cut off the connection to the grid. On the contrary! Once my solar panels are up and running, I’ll be producing my own sustainable energy. This time I won’t store electricity in batteries. Excess energy from my rig will be directed back INTO the grid. I’ll be earning money selling electricity.

If I install an inverter, I can use my electric cars’ batteries to power my home. 

May

Secret military hologram technology.

This series of events took place over a weekend in May. I'm going to describe them as they unfolded. 

I met Pleiadian Venn in person at a local shopping mall. I've read reports of other people encountering aliens in public places. Apparently, it’s a pretty common location. When I arrived, guess who’s already there? 

I know. I'm sorry. You came here in search of secret military hologram technology, not photos of human cars driven by aliens. It's just that I find it intriguing when Venn ventures into our world. It's really brave of him to put himself in that vulnerable situation. We could easily finish him off when he's by himself like this. I'm honoured by the trust he has in us/humanity.

Venn didn't even bother to try to blend in by dressing in human clothes. He wore a desert tan pleiadian uniform. Kind of khaki. Beige, not blue. It's a new age stereotype that Pleiadians have light blue uniforms. In fact, most of the time Venn wears a black one.

Whatever. Point is, we had the following conversation:

Aina: What exactly were the shot down “UFOs" back in February 2023? Did you (pleiadians/aliens) have anything to do with it?

Venn: Weather balloons…? 

*pauses to see my reaction* 

Aina: Very funny (sarcastic)

Venn: Your grandparents were deceived by the weather balloon story at Roswell in 1947. It’s hilarious that you still buy it, 80 years later. 

Aina: Are you saying the downed balloons were UFOs?

Venn: The term UFO does not mean ‘of alien origin’. Most sightings are misconceptions of man-made objects or astronomical- and atmospheric phenomena. 

“Wanna see?”

THEN, the following night the Pleiadians abducted me from my bed and brought me to the alien base in the US. I gained consciousness outside in the desert with a group of other people. The sun was setting around us. Hopping overseas in a UFO is happens in an instant. There is an 8-9 hours time difference between Norway and White Sands, so I estimate that the Pleiadians picked me up at around 03am.  I didn't see Venn or any other Pleiadians after they dropped me off, but Rick was there. He was dressed in military garments and obviously on duty with the ‘busboys’.

 Suddenly a huge military helicopter, a sea king-ish type of machine, came into view. It started to make violent manoeuvres before crashing into the ground. It was quite a traumatic sight. There had to be casualties, for sure! No doubt a rescue mission would be initiated. I turned to Rick and awaited his orders, but he and his busboys just sat there, as if nothing ever happened. I got up on my feet. So did Rick. I started to run towards the crash site thinking he was following me to the rescue, but he strictly instructed me to stop.He grabbed hold of me to keep me from running further. 

-"It's not real, Aina".

I'm like: WHAT!?

Turns out Venn had kept his word. I'd been brought out in the desert to witness some secret hologram technology. We watched a swarm of itsy bitsy spherical drones return and be collected by drone pilots. It was multitudes of tiny drones that caused a hologram. Not like a new years eve party trick. I cannot describe the exact science behind it, but it was as if they projected the helicopter as a movie. And remember, it was sunset. Perhaps the technology worked best at nightfall?

Come to think of it, what stood out was the silence. One would expect a hell of a ruckus from the rotors and the impact, but there was none. The only wind was the natural occurring desert breeze. The dramatic visuals totally overwhelmed the lack of other sensory inputs. 

-"Hologram technology seems to work just fine." Rick giggled to the engineers. 

Ha ha. Joke's on me, who fell for the illusion. Very funny. It's my factory that manufactures bits and pieces used in these hologram drone swarms. 

The aliens brought me home. Rick accompanied us on the way. He had business to conduct in Norway.  

Lesson is: Don't believe everything you see. It might not be real.

SOLAR PANELS HAS ARRIVED!

JULY

Man-made crop circle.

Venn is rather fascinated and attracted by gardening and was watching me mow my lawn. He recently made a magnificent crop circle in Britain  (link) and challenged me to mow one in the tall grass. Challenge accepted. This is my result:

Crop circle designs always have geometric shapes and secret symbolism. Mine was a circular diagram representing pie, cake or pizza. Did I impress the Pleiadian? Not so much... 

Moments later military helicopters in formation entered the airspace. They only made one flyby before moving on. Nothing to see. Just Aina mowing over a crappy crop circle. And a Pleiadian hidden on my porch laughing his ass off. I guess I suck at cropcircles... 

BUT;

This reminds me of the old days. When my crew and I rendezvoused with the Pleiadians in the wilderness, choppers like these sometimes approached the location to assess our activities. I definitely need to talk more about that. Stay tuned!

The black rock.

Stones and crystals have energetic vibrations and can be used as tools to manipulate energy fields. I've been on several field trips studying geological processes with the Pleiadians. Many years ago, on a volcano, Venn gifted me with the black rock. 

It has been suggested that the rock is of extraterrestrial origin. NOT TRUE. Venn did NOT bring it from his homeworld Hana. He picked it up on a volcano . The black rock is a piece of Basalt, which is one of the most common rocks on Earth. Basalt is formed by volcanic eruptions directly from the Earth's mantle. It makes up 70% of Earth's total surface, both land and seabed. 

Energetically, Basalt is a stone of strength and courage. It represents stability through changes in one's life. Because basalt originates from volcanoes and lava, it has the fierce energy of the fire element. 

I need that. Big changes are coming my way.

Big changes

Big changes are coming this fall. My production company will take on a MASSIVE government project. 

AND 

I've decided to pursue an industrial degree. (I don’t know the English title.) Among many subjects, I will study chemistry. 

Apparently, you can teach an old dog new tricks.

But first: SUMMER HOLIDAYS!

August

Bohuslän 2023.

My crew and I went on our annual trip to VISIT the Pleiadians in Bohuslän. This year I acquired a tent that sleeps 9 persons. 

Most of the time Venn was away carrying out alien business in the U.S. There’s been an increased focus on disclosure of UAP and alien technology. Public hearings and such. Whenever he had a break in his busy schedule, he projected his mind to our whereabouts. When someone does this, the free-floating energy of their consciousness appears as an orb that can be seen with the naked eye. Even in broad daylight. There's no need for infrared- or night vision lenses to detect this phenomenon. My crew are used to disembodied Pleiadians. Orbs don't scare them.

In Venn’s absence, other Pleiadians from the Bohuslan outpost came to see us. My crew and I were dining at a seafront restaurant when they passed by in three black RIBs. We quickly settled  our bill and fetched our boat.

I was halted by the coast guard.

Both the military and coast guard are heavily represented in the Swedish archipelago. When chasing after the aliens, my boat was pulled over by the latter. In Sweden, you're required to have a licence to captain big boats and there are speed limits at sea. OF COURSE, we were not speeding. My crew and I always respect laws and regulations. You gotta play by the rules, otherwise you don’t last long in the 'alien game'. Guards and security always look for a reason to ban you from an area. The coast guard had nothing on us. They made a routine check of our navigation lights, which was A-OK, and sent us on our way. 

Quick update on work.

The government project I’ve taken on is a MASSIVE undertaking. It has cost me blood, sweat and tears to get production up and running. I've spent all my waking hours at the factory solving issues. My crew is tripled in number to handle the workload. I'm proud to announce that WE, as a team, made it. It couldn't have been accomplished without all the fine people working with me. Now production runs pretty much around the clock. My company has become the government's number one supplier. KUDOS TO US!

Here we are!

September

Back to school.

I travelled across the country to attend my first lecture in person with the number one expert in the field. My head is full of the science of water and concepts like surface tension, chemical bonding, gravity, acceleration and G force. This is so exciting! 

Sounds familiar? Wink wink:)

November

What are Rick's busboys doing in my town? 

I bumped into one of Rick’s crewmates a couple of weeks ago. Usually this person works at the infamous military base overseas with the busboys. I confronted him, but he was NOT keen on enlightening me on what he was doing here. 

Now I regularly see him patrolling the area in a weird campervan vehicle. It’s military green with a non-reflective matte finishing. There are all kinds of antennas and devices mounted on the roof. Even a solar panel. My guess is that he’s operating a mobile command post.

Buy why? And why here?