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JANUARY

What are Rick's busboys doing in my town? 

Back in December, I bumped into one of Rick’s crewmates. 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.

Update: 

I haven't seen the strange campervan in a while, but several Ford Raptors patrol the area. I tried to photograph one of them, but the dude slammed the brakes and yelled at me, which is classic busboy behavior. Occasionally, the airspace above my rural town is disturbed by low flying helicopters. 

All this reminds me of the old days, when the Pleiadians didn’t reside at the base permanently. They used it as an outpost and travelled to and fro. Whenever the aliens were in, military personnel protected them like crazy. They drove armed vehicles up and down our streets and had snipers stationed on our roofs. When the aliens left, the soldiers packed up and left too.

Now that the Pleiadians live here full time, the security is more sophisticated. No need for ‘busboy activity’. So why have they returned?

Answer:

The showpiece UFO has been moved from Germany to the Norwegian base. “The Busboys” is an international service that follows in the trail of alien operations. 

Rick’s status changed from abductee to contactee.

I spent the Christmas holiday (2023) in Tenerife with my loved ones and crewmates. Rick says hi. We were given access to exclusive lounges, pools and all inclusive buffets. We revisited the water park. It was all fun and games. Rick drank too much sangria.

One day, a real live Pleiadian entered the resort. It was none other than the new chief, the woman who gave birth last year. I was both starstruck and terrified. Starstruck, because she's somewhat of a celebrity. Terrified, because I’ve met her before. She holds a grudge against me for taking part in Venn's ruckus back in 2016. As usual, she ignored me, but she was really sweet to the others. Especially Rick. 

Rick and I have the same background. We’re both pleiadian human hybrids. I’m of the Scandinavian strand. He is Alaskan. I’m fair and very pleiadian-like. Rick has darker complexions. In 2006 my status was changed from abductee to contactee. Now it was Rick's turn. The chief and him would disappear for hours. I guess she was “setting the record straight” with him..

This gathering was all about Rick. I was merely there as emotional support. What he goes through now is overwhelming. I know all too well. Been there. Done that.

FEBRUARY

Pleiadians don't watch TV.

Feedback: 

No offence, but why do you (Aina) ask such trivially stupid questions when communicating face to face with superior interstellar beings?

None taken. Your question is totally legit. I guess, on behalf of the human race, I should ask the aliens for blueprints on wormhole generators and infinite energy. Not have lengthy conversations about «Why don’t Pleiadians watch television?» 

The reason is:

1. It’s not Venn’s job to bring forth that information. He's an alien medic, the one who orchestrates your abductions, not an engineering oracle. 

2. I (Aina) don’t have a big enough brain capacity to understand and pass it on. 

When Venn and I communicate, it might be chit-chat to you, but to me it’s meaningful conversations. My genuine curiosity and undivided attention is why this superior being bothers to talk to me. Because I see and listen to him with my heart rather than through the lens of a camera, he puts himself in the vulnerable situation of opening up. This non intrusive approach allows me to have deep heartfelt communication with pleiadians. I honour that dearly.

Of course, I take make notes;) 

Do you want to know why Pleiadians don’t watch television? It’s not because of fake news. 

First; Let’s talk about eyes/vision. 

Pleiadian senses and nervous systems are differently wired than ours. They too see the visuals of their surroundings through their eyes, but their sight is backed up by a sensory organ in their brain/sinus cavities that register energy. Pleiadians may seem mimicless because they don’t communicate with facial expressions. To them, emotion is a vibe, not a smile. They depend on their sixth sense for empathy and telepathy. The sixth sense also interprets information from their surroundings to navigate.This is not an extraterrestrial trait. Various Earthly animals have this ability too, i.e Bats navigate by echolocation. Reptiles use thermal imaging to detect infrared radiation. 

Q & A:

Aina: Are you blind? How is your eyesight without the sixth sensory input? 

Venn: My eyesight is poorer than yours, but I’m not blind. I register light/dark, some pale colours, shapes and movement. If I close my eyes, I can still “see” you. 

If I close my eyes, I can still “see” you. 

Venn and I tested this claim at the Bohuslan base.The Pleiadians have a jacuzzi there and Venn absolutely LOVES to bathe. I was standing outside on dry land and he submerged in the water. Head and everything. I showed random fingers and hand gestures. He mimicked me correctly 100%. It was astonishing.

So, why don't the P’s watch TV?

Pleiadians don't enjoy watching television, movies ect. because their sixth sense picks up the energy from the circuits of the screen and not the emotions of the actors. 

Venn reads. The act of holding a book, flipping pages, reading the letters with the eyes and processing the words with the brain is an unusual activity to pleiadians. They have other ways of gaining knowledge. Venn finds old school reading fascinating and he downloads books on a tablet. He has learned to ignore the energy of the device and only focus on the letters. Venn wears reading glasses. He claims to only read science papers, but I’ve caught him reading fiction. He sometimes reads the lovely emails you guys send me ❤️

Urban exploring - I found a bomb shelter.

I’m sitting here reminiscing with Venn about the old days, when I worked at a healthcare centre. Many hospitals, sanatoriums and asylums have underground tunnels. So did this, but the concrete seemed too sturdy to be just shortcuts between buildings. I recognize a military bunker when I see one:) Turns out the facility’s basement and tunnels were the upper levels of a huge underground bomb shelter. I had my colleague cover for me and snooped my way in. The Norwegian government built numerous bomb shelters during the cold war (1945-’90s). Many, or most, are decommissioned now. This was obviously not. The power was still on and the lights were controlled by modern sensors. They eerily switched on automatically as I walked down the tunnels. 

The thick steel blast doors easily swung shut. Yes, I tried:) There were instructions and tools to lift them off the hinges in case of debris blocking the door after an attack. I did not try that.

I found the generator room. There were two gigantic machines. If the fuel ran out, there were handles to manually generate power. The shelter was huge. There would have been enough people to take turns. 

The restrooms had rows of stalls with toilets. Likewise the showers. I even found a treatment room for people exposed to chemical substances. 

My presence was obviously detected, because I was confronted about it. Soon after a stranger approached me and started asking about the bunker. He was dressed as a civilian and communicated in a friendly manner. He wanted to know what I’d seen, but I didn’t tell him anything. Before we parted, he strongly advised me not to go down there again. I told Pleiadian Venn what had happened. He did some research and confirmed that I indeed had stumbled across a secret government bomb shelter. Venn is all for disclosure, but this was not alien related. He too advised me to let the bunker be. The undercover government guy might not treat me this nice the next time I got caught. I took their advice and didn’t return.

BTW; Venn didn’t want to dampen my enthusiasm. If I wanted to snoop, he offered me to explore his alien base instead. Which I did. I need to tell this story next!

March

Details of the alien base.

There are no mesas in Norway, still this pleiadian base has the same design as the US one. It's dug into a hill. Underground, yet above, if you know what I mean. To get to the entrance you must drive to the top. 

I’ve entered this underground base from so many directions, but let’s begin with the front door. The main entrance is through a three-storey building. It appears to be abandoned. The windows are dusty and the lights are rarely on. There’s a parking lot for visitors to park their cars, but it’s almost always empty. The road ends in a huge garage door on the back of the building. This is the opening to a tunnel leading into the mountain complex. Base personnel park in an underground garage on the first sub-level. 

Securityguards keep watch from a control room with one way windows. Visitors have no way of knowing how many, if any, are watching. Visitors enter the base through a double gate. There are two doors with a corridor between them. The first door opens and the visitor walks in. The second door won't open before the first is closed. For a brief moment they're caught in a glass cage. The aliens control who comes and goes. If they don't approve, both doors lock. Depending on the severity of the trespass, either local law enforcement, military police or the Pleiadians themselves deal with it. The cage is made of security glass. It’s not bulletproof, but no one has broken out yet. I’ve seen a guy being detained. He was leaving.

Once you get past the double gate, you enter the hall. There are no receptionist or directions. People who come here know where to go or have an escort. From the hall you can either move on to the administration area on the same level or go down with an elevator to the underground base. Next to the elevator is a stairwell. When I was an intern, Venn sometimes withdrew my elevator authorization and made me use the stairs. The stupid alien thought I could use some exercise. I have forgiven him, but at the time I did not find that funny. 

In the hall is also a fancy staircase. It only goes up one floor, to a canteen. Both the floor of the hall and the steps of the stair are of black terrazzo. Neither Venn nor I are design experts, but apparently it’s exclusive architecture. 

The canteen upstairs is fully functional, but not in operation. The Pleiadians have no need for kitchen facilities. They can't digest processed food like pizza, pasta or hamburgers. They drink a liquid made from algae and seaweed, which comes in pre-made bottles. No need for a refrigerator. The Pleiadians prefer their formula room tempered. I couldn't sustain on seaweed and was fed field rations. I never ate with the Pleiadians.They chugged down their drink in 15 seconds. Often with a straw. I had to boil a kettle and wait for the freeze-dried food to hydrate. I was always escorted by an alien to the canteen. It was for social reasons rather than security. Their policy was; Humans don’t eat alone. (Which we preferably don’t, right? Eating is a social event.) Venn or some other Pleiadian musician happily volunteered to go “feed me”. The fabled grand piano was there. I often ate to live music:)

One would expect the Pleiadians to transport goods in and out with a UFO, but stuff arrived in shipping containers. Venn hated it. It was a too long haul in his opinion.

Ok. Let's dip down. Just like the US base, there are various levels with living quarters, a command centre, ufo hangar, a hospital wing, research labs, classrooms, a gymnasium etc. The interior has a rather human layout. Pleiadians require pretty much the same accommodations as humans to fulfil their needs. They walk through doors to enter rooms, sit on chairs because their knees and hips bend and use restrooms for elimination and personal hygiene. 

The control room is a large room with a gallery, or mezzanine. Venn would let me sit up there and watch him work. In the middle of the room was a so called transmitter apparatus,  an installation similar to a UFO piloting system. When a Pleiadian used this device, they “became” the base and controlled every nook and cranny with their minds. (And removed my elevator authorization.) They also communicated with other bases and incoming UFOs. 

This is where Venn and my reminiscing took an unexpected turn. For years I’ve theorised that Pleiadian underground bases aren't mineshafts dug into mountains, but downed motherships. Venn finally agreed to lift the veil. 

MESA BASES ARE INDEED GROUNDED ALIEN MOTHERSHIPS!!!!!!

More coming soon!

Helicopter harassment.

Before I continue to talk about alien underground bases, I need to tell you what happened. You guys aren’t the only ones browsing my site. I was given a message that others keep an eye too.

Earlier this week, my property was circled by a helicopter. It was after nightfall so I didn't see it, but it sounded way different than the ordinary air ambulance. I live in a pretty rural district. If anyone has an emergency out here, they’re airlifted to the hospital, which happens every now and then. This was not it. The mysterious helicopter kept circling my property. I went out to observe it from my yard. It became really personal when they pointed a bright searchlight at me. It kept circling my property and shining the bright light for a long time. I was in their spotlight, so to speak. They’re watching.

The helicopter didn't show up on any air traffic identification apps. I recorded a video on my phone, but I’m not sure if I’ll bother to upload it. It only shows a bright light and thumping in darkness. 

COMING SOON!

MESA BASES ARE GROUNDED ALIEN MOTHERSHIPS!!!!!!

Alone in the woods.

I spent the Easter holiday alone at my cabin at the UFO hotspot. To get there I had to drive on endless desolate dirt roads. The following is a classic UFO story:

It was late at night and I made my way through the forest when suddenly something dark passed over my car. It wasn't over hanging trees. Something flew. A craft. Bigger than my vehicle. Black and massive. I know a UFO when I see one. It was Venn. I knew he was coming, but I didn’t expect him to arrive in the UFO.

I wasn’t abducted then and there, but got picked up some time later in my sleep. I don’t remember anything, but my hip was sore from laying immobile too long on the operating table. I will tell you all about the abduction when I recall more. This is an ongoing event. 

In the evening, my hip was killing me. I decided to go for a walk and give it a stretch. It was starting to get dark, but I figured if I walked quickly, I’d make it back before complete darkness. For that reason, I didn't bring my headlamp. Worst case, there's a flashlight on my phone. 

I’d been walking for some time when I suddenly saw the black silhouette of a person in the distance. I’m like; WTF!?! There is no one up here. The person started walking towards me. What was I supposed to do? Turn around and run the opposite direction? My hybrid senses got heightened. It was a real person, not something paranormal. I encounter those too. I didn't pick up any bad vibes. In fact, he seemed familiar. As we got closer, my eyes recognized him. It was Rick! 

OMG. RICK. WTF!?!

Turns out he was passing through the area on his way to an extreme outdoor winter exercise, and decided to step by to say hello. I was out, so he went looking for me. Hence, popping out of the woods.

Of all the people in the world, Rick understands me the best. Better than Venn actually. Venn is an alien. Rick walks in my shoes. We share the same hybrid abduction experience. 

We stood there catching up for hours. It got dark, but neither of us cared. Our conversation was deep and heartfelt. He gave me some personal advice, which I’ll share with you: 

Don’t fear spending time alone. When the noise quiets, you begin to hear your thoughts. Dare to ponder. Talking to yourself doesn't make you crazy. It gets your head straight.

Health is a personal responsibility. We can choose to eat a varied diet, exercise and limit our alcohol/drug intake. Inevitably we slip. Count your choices. Try to make more good ones than bad.

Rick walked me home in pitch dark. He bid me farewell and continued on his mission. 

April

I bought a caravan! 

No more sleeping in tents while chasing aliens. I enjoy sleeping in tent for spiritual reasons. To connect with Mother Earth and such. But it’s not convenient when you’re weeks on the road. 

We tested the caravan on a trip to Bohuslän. I was hoping to see the Swedish Pleiadians, but Venn told me beforehand that it’s off-season. They aren't there yet. 

I spotted their seaweed harvest boat at the local shipyard, but the harbourmaster wasn’t too keen on me photographing it. That's ok. Y’all know what an industrial aluminium diving boat looks like. Or Google it:)

Infrasound sickness.

Every now and then I clear my schedule and spend time alone at my cabin. Well, not entirely alone. Venn usually accompanies me. Just like everyone else, I too am on a journey. Venn and I work on healing traumas from the past, navigating the present and preparing for the future. He offers guidance and shares his tremendous insight and knowledge.

This time Venn arrived in a small atmospheric craft. He parked right outside in plain sight to show it off. Sorry for not posting a million awesome UFO pictures. I was busy in the outhouse. The ship’s infrasound kept making my stomach upset. Wow! That’s a first. I’ve heard stories of how infrasound can make people crap their pants, but I thought it was just an urban legend. Venn eventually had to remove the UFO in order for us to have a productive meeting. Once it was gone, I was fine and could emerge from the outhouse.

I might not have gotten any cool pictures of Venn’s UFO, but I got a glimpse of it before I had to go. It was a black isosceles triangle, or a delta wing, if you will. It looked like something human engineers could’ve come up with, but it wasn't. The infrasound gave it away. The sound is created by the wormhole generator, which is only possessed by Pleiadian ships. 

There were no landing legs, wheels or skids on the UFO. It had a bump, or a bulb, underneath to buffer the landing. Once landed, the ship tilted over to one side. 

My place is located on a steep hill. Venn touched down pretty hard. The UFO made an indentation in the ground. I accused Venn of doing a “Roswell”, a crash landing. The alien did not find it funny. 

Anyways….

Venn spent the weekend with me.

Among many things, he enlightened me on the grounded mother ships inside mountains.

COMING SOON

MAY

A quick update on Rick, who is having the time of his life:)

Rick is in Norway driving Russ-buses.

The 'russ celebration' is a traditional celebration for Norwegian high school students in their final semester. Groups of kids come together in fraternities. They buy large buses and decorate them with awesome graffiti. The interior is heavily pimped up with LEDs and sound systems. The Russ party all night in their rolling clubhouses. Drunkenness and public disturbances are linked to the celebration. Since they're too young to drive the buses themselves, they hire bus drivers. Every year Rick, our alien base BusBoy, comes to Norway to partake in this celebration. He loves to drive everything big on wheels and these party buses are the highlight of his year. This weekend he drove a high-end all-girl bus to Stavanger, to a gathering of hundreds of buses and thousands of Russ. All Russ wear red or blue overalls. Rick is recognised by his classic bus driver uniform and bright pink hearing protection, which was gifted to him by the girls. Their music is loud, even when rolling. Rick makes it happen:)

August

Quick update - Back to school 

This past year I’ve been attending lectures in industrial technology. I’ve wrapped my head around mathematics, robotics, chemistry and physics.

Great news: All the late and lonely nights of studying paid off! I passed my initial exams. YAY.

Seeing the seaweed site.

My crew and I went on our annual summer trip to visit the Bohuslän Pleiadians. Everyone was there, except Rick. He went to the music festival Tomorrowland in Belgium instead. 

Earlier this year I bought a caravan for us to sleep comfortably. There were some logistical challenges of transporting that AND a boat, but we figured it out :)

Everything was perfect. We saw the Pleiadians. Venn met us in person at the marina. I’d just launched my rib when he and a couple of other Pleiadians pulled up in queue to launch theirs. Venn stepped out of his car and greeted us with the biggest smile. He invited us to come see the Swedish underwater agriculture site. Pleiadian aliens on Earth  sustain on (eat) a liquid made from algae and seaweed. Sea-veggies are mostly grown in Alaska, but there’s a backup facility in Sweden. 

The seaweed is grown on horizontal ropes anchored at the bottom. The ropes can be raised with a pulley system when it’s time to harvest.The Pleiadians supervise their crop with a rusty old workboat. I was surprised how primitive the operation was. I expected a myriad of USOs and aliens in skinny suits. Venn blew me a kiss. KEEP IT SIMPLE, STUPID. The Pleiadians work by this acronym. Most systems work best if they are kept simple rather than complicated. 

We had an awesome time. Lots of bathing. The Pleiadians were with us the whole time at sea.

Yours truly jumping from the deck. 

DECEMBER

HERE WE ARE:)

Suspicious drone activity.

Lately I’ve spent much time with the Pleiadians at the starseed retreat. One day I had some errands to run in town. About 5 minutes down the road I passed a man who was rigging up a drone next to a van. I slowed down to get a better look. It was the biggest multi-rotor drone I’ve ever seen!! It had a diameter of over a meter, possibly 1,20m. It was equipped with cameras and whatnot. When the operator saw me, he retreated back into the van. As he opened the door, I saw that it was a mobile command vehicle. The back of his uniform read Aerial Surveillance. I’m like WTF!?! 

I’m aware of the recent sightings of mysterious drones in New Jersey. Believers claim they are of Pleiadian or Galactic Federation origins. My sighting in Norway is probably not related to the New Jersey incident, but what I saw was definitely human. 

Of course, I gave the Pleiadians on the premises a heads up. They advised me not to pursue the drone operator. A confrontation could be interpreted as aggressiveness and get me in trouble. Or worse. Therefore, I drove off to town. The man, the van and the drone were gone upon my return. 

I regret not taking pics.. 

Venn recommends us all to keep our phones in the top pocket. Shit is about to go down..

I passed my exam!

The Pleiadians paid me a visit to wish me luck before my final exam. Early in the morning I saw this:

Immediately after I started having synchronicities. I rarely speak about this phenomenon. It's highly personal and seems random to anyone who hasn't experienced it. 

Back in the days, the Pleiadians and I had a thing with coins. Whenever I connected with them, I would find money on the ground. It hasn't happened for years! Noone carries change any more. 

As if they said: You got this, girl! 

Guess what?

I did!

I NOW HAVE A DEGREE IN INDUSTRIAL TECHNOLOGY!!!

Polar stratospheric outage.

My factory suffered a massive power outage. There was no sign of electric overload. No melted fuses. My electricians were at a loss. Production came to a standstill while the skies filled up with polar stratospheric clouds. 

There is no correlation between the two. High altitude ice particles do not affect earthly power supply. Still, many of my workers saw it as a sign. Myself included. A synchronicity.

To me, mother of pearls is a symbol of Pleiadians, especially Venn. When Venn pilots a starhopper, it shimmers like mother of pearls. He also appears like a shimmering orb when he pays me disembodied visits. 

Recap from 2019:

What’s the colour of your soul, Venn?

Pleiadians pilots connect their nervous system to the craft so it becomes an extension of their body, and maneuver it by the will of mind like any other limb. In other words; the pilot becomes the ship. When a pilot integrates his energy the ship is tainted by his mind (not his thoughts or emotions, but the very essence of his being). Basically, it’s a magnifying glass enlarging his spirit bigtime. Operational UFOs does not appear disc shaped, triangular or mechanical in the skies. It looks like a soul. Because humans are unacquainted with spiritual energies, many UFO sightings are dismissed as rare optical illusions or as religious epiphanies….. Human reversed engineered crafts cannot replicate this effect.