22 Jun 2015 : 10:24
ICC Mars Colony Conference Report June 20th 2015
I woke up at a little after 3 AM on Saturday June the 20th and was a bit anxious about this conference. I had spent the previous day at the swimming pool with my wife and two children and was pretty wiped out from one of the very few sunny days we have had in N.Texas this season. I was quite sun burned to the point where even my scalp was in pain. I was informed of the previous afternoon that the final negotiations for the joint SSP Alliance, Sphere Alliance and ICCLeadership Conference had been completed and to expect the normal pickup method during a time window between 3:30 and 4 AM the following morning.
I knew this was going to be an interesting and
possibly long conference and being so tired from that day’s activities I
decided to go to bed good and early. I turned in a little after 7 PM when it
was still daylight outside and was soon asleep. I woke up at 11:30 and thought
it was much later, this meeting was very much on my mind and the fact that it
was going to be at a Mars Colony under the control of the ICC had my
mind running non-stop.
I was finally able to get back to sleep around 12:20.
I woke up again a little after 3 AM and decided to go to the kitchen to get a
drink before I changed and got ready for my little blue/indigo orb friend to
zip through the wall of my bed room. I had just barely made it into the living room
when the little orb decided to mix things up and zipped into the room through
the closed patio door. I decided that I didn’t have time to go back to my room
and change and come back so I put on the “Flip-Flips” (Type of Sandal Foot
Wear) that I had worn to the pool the day before and gave the orb the signal
that I was ready to be transported.
Before I knew it I was standing in the familiar room
that I am usually transported to in the VIP Conference area of theLOC. I was
wearing shorts, a tee shirt and the loose fitting flip flops and not at all
looking prepared for a diplomatic excursion to a Mars facility. One of the LOC personnel
came into the room and asked me if there was anything I needed. I asked for
something to wear and some boot’s, he asked my size and left the room. Within
about 10 minutes he returned with a light blue jump suit with the SSP Alliance
Mission Patch on the left shoulder with the places for a unit and name patch
left blank (velcro patch areas with no patches). I put on the jumpsuit and
boots that had laces and a zipper on the side (different than I normally
received) that actually looked as if they had not been worn before. The same
was the case with the jumpsuit.
When I was ready I was escorted down the narrow halls
of the common area of the LOC to one of the larger hangar areas where
there was a good sized group of people standing in a semi-circle beside one of
the 50’ Modular Transport Vessels that I had traveled in prior and had been
picked up from my home in to be scanned for nanites and AI infections after an
unpleasant encounter with opposition elements in a previous encounter.
I saw “Gonzales” the “SSP Alliance Delegate” and
he acknowledged my presence and started the introductions. There was an ICC Representative
that looked extremely familiar to me. I still cannot place where I have seen
him before. He appeared to be in his late 40’s, about 5’11”, 200 lbs with
blue/grey eyes and mostly white hair cut short. He was wearing a very nice suit
that I had seen the “Committee of 200” members wearing at the Super Federation
Conferences. It was of a different “cut” and looked futuristic a bit and kind
of like the style you see business men and politicians wear in India.
Lt. Col. Gonzales then introduced the 4 SSP Alliance
Security Team Members to me who were also “IE’s” (Intuitive Empaths). Two of
them would accompany me at all times and 2 would be assigned to Gonzales. There
were also 4 crew members of the craft that we would be traveling to Mars in who
were introduced as a group. The rest of the people present were members of the
SSP Alliance Council who then wished everyone luck and a productive meeting as
we boarded the vessel.
Being modular these vessels are always in different
configurations on the inside depending on the mission they are on. I have seen
them setup as troop transports, mobile medical treatment centers and VIP for
meetings and transports. This time there were seats for all present. We were
informed that this trip would take close to half an hour because Mars was just
on the other side of the sun so it added time to the trip for a reason that was
not explained. These vessels usually make trips of these distances in just a
few minutes or less. I do not know if this was a way to spend extra time with
the ICC Representative or was in fact truly a technical issue having to do with
the position of Mars being behind the sun compared to the position of the earth
and moon.
As we lifted off and flew through the bay doors that
opened we could see the surface of the moon grow distant quickly and then the
earth through the transparent panels in the walls of the vessel. We then went
to speed and the panels changed to an opaque color. Gonzales and the ICC
Representative began to talk about the conference and all who would be there.
Gonzales again told the ICC Representative that we appreciated them agreeing to
the terms of allowing us to bring the armed security, choosing the site of the
conference once in orbit, the tours and allowing us to bring one family of our
choosing back with us to question and to either provide sanctuary to or allow
to return to their home colony depending on the families wishes. I sat and
listened since I had not been a part of the negotiations and hoped to overhear
something new from the process.
Once we arrived in outer orbit of Mars the panels in
the walls went transparent again and a larger version of the “smart-glass pads”
lowered from the ceiling. It was about 70” across diagonally and had a real
time display of Mars with icons where there were ICC Colonies and industrial
complexes in the northern hemisphere. The ICC Representative stood up and began
pointing at each and giving his recommendations of the “best” facility to tour
and hold the conference would be. Gonzales interrupted and stated that he had
already come up with a location based on the SSP Alliance Council's request and
the information was based on intelligence from an ICC defector.
The ICC Representative immediately looked concerned
and that look intensified when the “plus sign” icon popped up on the coordinates
that were already in the system. It marked a place that was in the southern
polar region. The ICC representative stated that this was an old Industrial
plant and that there wasn’t a colony there. Gonzales stated that our
intelligence was fresh and that indeed there was a moderate sized colony there
and that a recent ICC defector had lived there and provided a detailed report.
The ICC representative stated that he would have to
contact his superiors to get clearance. Gonzales reminded him that we were promised
access to any facility and colony that we requested for this conference and
tour. The ICC representative excused himself and went into a small room to use
a communication device. He emerged a short time later and stated that it would
take about an hour before we were granted clearance to land but that the
locations was approved. It was obvious that this was a stalling tactic for the
unexpected choice in locations to give the facility time for some very quick
preparations for our unanticipated arrival.
After about 50 very long minutes we heard an
announcement that the crew had received communication for clearance to land. As
we moved in closer we could see some thin wispy ice clouds in the upper
atmosphere and some rolling dust storms much further to the north of our
trajectory. We then saw the beautiful blue and bright pinkish discharges on the
shielding all around the vessel as it entered the atmosphere at speed. There
was no sound or turbulence in the entry of the atmosphere.
We then headed directly towards one area of the ground
that was hilly and rocky with snow and ice in low lying areas. We made a quick
turn with no inertial or G-force effects on the passengers. Our vessel hugged
the terrain at high speed for a few kilometers until we came to a small canyon
looking area. It was not like the canyons toward the equator and in the
northern hemisphere but was described as a canyon none the less. It looked more
like an ancient washed out river bed between larger rock outcroppings.
We began to slow down as we were headed toward a flat
rocky outcropping and as we did a turret looking cylinder structure rose out
the top of the rocks and there was windows around the structure. It appeared to
be an observation deck or air traffic control tower. A large bay door then
opened below and we slowed down quite a bit more as we entered. We were then
inside a square tunnel hewn out of the rock with “bays” on either side of us as
we continued through. As I looked through the rectangular doors I could see two
teardrop-shaped craft in each bay.
These craft appeared unusual to me in that I had not
seen SSP craft that had a shiny chromed metal finish. They always seemed to
have a black or grey coloring much like the “stealth bombers” that most people are
now familiar with. The third bay on the right was the one we were directed to
and there was one of the tear-shaped vessels inside and an empty bay that
barely accommodated our vessel. We landed on the platform and powered down our
vessel. I sat back in my chair and the reality hit me that we had arrived at an
opposition stronghold on Mars.
I made note of a catwalk that went out between the two
vessels in the double bay. The catwalk went to a wide walkway and staging area
where there were crates and instruments on carts. About a dozen of the
facilities security team immediately came out onto the staging area wearing the
uniforms that I had seen before. They were a “digi-camo” (pixilated pattern)
that were made up of the colors black, rusty red and dark tan. They were
carrying “rifles” that looked much like our security teams. The ICC
representative stated that he should go and smooth the road for us and Gonzales
agreed ordering the doors to be opened so he could exit.
We observed the ICC representative speak to the
security personnel, and then went through the check point returning a short
time later holding both hands in the air with the thumbs up signal. He sort of
half jogged to the vessel where he met us at the open doors and stated that
everything was on schedule, the ICC leaders participating in the conference had
been informed of the location and were on the way. He stated that we needed to
go through the security checkpoint and meet the facility commander who wanted
to talk to us.
The ICC representative then told us what the subject
of that conversation was going to be. He was carefully watching our reactions
as he gave us a summary of what to expect from the base commander. He stated
that the people at this facility were here for generations and that they were
under the impression for decades now that the earth had been through some sort
of cataclysm and was no longer inhabitable. He said that we are being asked to
not throw off the social dynamics of the facility by revealing that this was
not the case or that any of us were from the surface of Earth. He then turned
around and did the same half jog back towards the facility security team while
we looked at each other wide-eyed regarding what he had just said. Gonzales
said “You heard the man” let’s not have any incidents here if we can avoid it.
We then filed out of the SSP Alliance vessel and
headed towards the security checkpoint. We were stopped immediately when a very
cold looking security personnel looked at our security contingent and said
“Absolutely NO weapons past this point!” We stopped and Gonzales looked at the
ICC representative and stated, “You know that is a deal breaker, I’d hate for
things to end before they got started here wouldn’t you?” The ICC
representative walked past the checkpoint and down the hall a ways and spoke to
the base commander. The base commander was visibly agitated from the beginning
and this did not make him any happier. The base commander called to his
security and waved us through. This was another obstacle overcome by Gonzales,
so far so good.
As we entered, the base commander gave us the
storyline about the people not knowing that the earth was still thriving and
that this wasn’t anything to do with any slavery theories being promoted by the
SSP Alliance but was a complex “social experiment”. It was stressed that we
needed to be careful not to contaminate a multi-decades long experiment that
will help humanity. I looked at Gonzales and he rolled his eyes at me as this
was being said. The base commander then stated that the “main hall” was being
setup for the conference and that we would be taken on a tour of the industrial
plant first that was 8 kilometers away via an underground train. He said after
the conference we would then tour the colony and meet the people, see their
living conditions and ask a family if they would be willing to leave with us.
We were walked through an area of the colony that had
obviously been cleared of people for us to walk through. The area was a ghost
town and that much usable space is not wasted in these facilities. We made our
way to another area that was also cut out of the rocks and unfinished. There
was a single monorail track going in one side and out the other of a tube that
was glass-like but not smooth or polished. It was ribbed or bubbled it seemed.
It was possibly vitrified rock? A very thin train then arrived and we were told
to load up.
The way we entered caused us to be seated in a strange
order. The seats were two by two and facing each other. I ended up being
several people down from Gonzales and had one of our security personnel on
either side of me. There was a solid row of the facilities security personnel
across from me. I noticed one of them kept whispering to the other and finally
asked me as we were traveling down the tunnel “Where are you from”, I responded
without thinking “Texas” and received a very shocked look on the 3 faces that I
could see in front of me. I knew immediately that I had already screwed up.
The facility security began to immediately talk among
themselves and I could feel the eyes of our security team (IE’s) on me and
within a few seconds could see an outstretched neck and a head turned my way
from the general area that Gonzales was sitting. Yea, I screwed up big time. I
didn’t want to look at anyone else from my team and just kind of looked out the
window behind the facility security team and watched the blurry wall until we
arrived at the industrial plant.
As we disembarked from the train, the murmurs were
growing louder among the facility security personnel. I then came face-to-face
with Gonzales who had a smart ass look on his face and a smirk. I looked at him
and said “Yea, I screwed up”. I then told him what happened and he said that he
had heard them discussing the way he and I smelled and the fact that I was sun
burned and that I didn’t look like someone that has been on a colony or
stationed on a vessel. He went on to say that people in these closed
environments can tell each other apart. When someone like us comes in smelling
like hair gel, deodorant and coconut scented tanning oils and aloe vera sun
burn cream we reek of Earth and smell very alien and out of place to them.
These people all use the exact same toiletry products and even the smells of
the foods that come out of the pores in our skin are a dead giveaway.
He said it certainly doesn’t help when one of us says
we are from “Texas”. He said he was brainstorming on coming up with an off the
books facility or other vessels or locations that he could say were code named
Texas but he thought the damage was done. This proved to be correct half way
through our tour of the industrial complex. It was obvious that the talk was
spreading through this facility security team very quickly and the ICC
representative was very aware of it. He was making sure we saw him glancing
back and forth between the people chattering and our group with a disapproving
look on his face.
We were all walking in a close group as one of the
residents was explaining what each of the robotic machines did and along the
conveyor systems what each of the people did at the work stations in the
process of producing the various shaped panels that were optical and
neurological relays and displays. We were seeing a version that was a slightly
curved panel of one size but they stated down the tunnel system there were
other rooms where the same panels were produced in various configurations and
for various other types of biological neurological interfaces (non-human
customers).
It was at about this time that another monorail train
arrived with many more security personnel. They told us to halt and they
separated the security team that was with us, disarmed them and escorted them
to the trains and left. A new security team was assigned to us and the ICC
representative that obviously had an “ear wig” (communication device in his
ear) told us that we were not to communicate with the security team unless it
was to do with something security related. They then brought over a metal
cylinder that had a spray atomizer on it and told us to spray it on our bodies
and rub it into our faces and hair. It was an odor neutralizer and it didn’t
have a scent of its own.
I was worried that it had something in it but Gonzales
said its okay and I unzipped my jumpsuit and pulled it down to rub the solution
into my arms, shoulders, neck, hair and face. We then ended the tour early
because the ICC representative stated that the other ICC leadership had arrived
and were setting up for their presentation in the “main hall”. We waited for
the monorail train to arrive back, piled back on it and headed back to the
colony. On the way back one of our security/IE personnel leaned over to
Gonzales and I heard him say “Something’s not right”. Gonzales nodded to him
and said keep me informed. “IE’s” get false hits often and it’s good to have at
least 3 present to triangulate any threats. When we would point out a possible
feeling we were always told to stay on the scent and report any new hits.
When we arrived at the colony there was a completely
different energy. There were people everywhere that all appeared between the
ages of 8 years of age and about 60 (at the oldest) bustling around in one
piece suits that were obviously their “Sunday best”. They were also all trying
to look like they were going about their business while trying to sneak a peek
at the new arrivals and seemed to be trying to make eye contact. It seemed that
they had been told that we would be touring the facility and asking one family
to leave with us to give a report about the facility and how it is ran and what
it’s like to live there.
We were brought into the “main hall” that looked like
an area that people are brought in for daily propaganda and there were a large
number of ICC leadership members present who were bustling about as well and it
was difficult to count how many were there. They sat us down and put on a “Dog
and Pony Show” on a large “smart-glass screen” that showed all sorts of
technologies that they produce, what they procure in trade for those
technologies and stated that they had ongoing trade agreements with almost 900
civilizations and did occasional trade with far more than that.
They showed all sorts of spacecraft and spacecraft
components that some groups integrate into their own technologies and also
discussed the exopolitical agreements they had made with groups that pass
through our sector on a regular basis using the nearby natural portal systems
that are a part of the “cosmic web”. After this presentation we were taken on a
tour of the colony. People were very eager to please and show us their
dwellings that were the size of my dining room and housed a family of 4. They
had very little in the form of physical possessions and there seemed to be a
cast system that ironically was similar to the movie Divergent but on more of a
micro level.
We had gotten to the end of the tour where we had seen
their environmental control system and their laundry and recycling system
(everything is recycled) and community centers. It was now time for Gonzales to
give the ICC representative the choice of the family we were to take back with
us. He gave the number of a certain family's dwelling that was an alpha numeric
number outside their door and 15 minutes later a man, woman, teenage son and
pre-teen daughter showed up with a small bag in each of their hands. They
seemed kind of stoic and nervous. This was to be expected but they seemed off
to me. I didn’t say anything at the time. One of the “IE”/Security Personnel
leaned over to Gonzales and whispered to him and Gonzales ordered us all to our
vessel.
When the door was closed Gonzales turned to the people
and told them they were safe and that he would not betray their good faith. He
said that “We know that there is another member of your family that is not
present”, the father said “How could you know that?” Gonzales motioned to our
security personnel and said that “our people have abilities”. The family then
clammed up and would not talk. Gonzales became upset and said he would
straighten this out and he and the two security personnel assigned to him left
the vessel.
We sat in uncomfortable silence for about 10 minutes
and then all 4 of the crew came out and said “We have over a dozen of the
facilities security personnel coming out fast with weapons high towards the
craft”. They asked me “What should we do?” I asked if they saw Gonzales and
they said no, he was not out there. I told them to open the doors and to stand
down. The crew enacted security measures that wiped the systems of information
that would be helpful to the enemy. When the doors to our vessel opened the
facility security personnel then entered and disarmed our security personnel
and took us into custody. I had that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach
knowing that something had gone wrong and wondering if Gonzales and the others
were okay.
The facility security team walked us in, straight past
the base commander that was in a very heated conversation with the ICC
representative. Something had gone very wrong and his ego was bruised or his
authority was challenged in front of his men. He was extremely upset and was no
longer listening to the ICC representative who outranked him.
We were walked to a wall that suddenly had a double
door where there was none before. They opened it and we were then walked into a
detention facility that was conspicuously absent on the previous tour. As we
walked back through the rows of cells we saw quite a lot of people in various
psychological stages of psychological distress locked up. When we reached the
back cell where Gonzales and the two other security personnel were detained I
was relieved to see them alive. We were all locked up and left without a word
spoken to us in the same cell.
Gonzales said that the base commander was a tyrant and
a total megalomaniac who was not used to people challenging him diplomatically
or otherwise on his base. He said that the recent attack that the rogue SSP
Alliance Forces had done on Mars had come up in the argument and was obviously
a point of contention that the base commander used to toss him in the brig. I
asked what was going to happen and he said that from the way the base commander
was talking it didn’t sound good, which then left all of us thinking the worse.
It wasn’t a minute later that we saw our blue/indigo
orb friends zipping through the walls of the cell, one for each of us. They
danced around for a couple seconds and the other SSP personnel who had never
traveled this way backed against the wall. Gonzales explained how the
transportation works and then we each followed the SOP and were soon back at
the LOC room where I was transported at the beginning of this journey. Upon our
unexpected arrival there was an intrusion alarm going off at the LOC and armed
security came into the room very quickly. Gonzales told the SSP Alliance
personnel to report to their units for debriefs. They left the room with the
armed security teams and the door was closed leaving Gonzales and myself alone
in the room.
Gonzales then said “We lost a vessel but didn’t leave
any team members behind, that’s something”. He stated that we received quite a
lot of good intelligence which was the real goal of this mission. He stated
that the ICC’s goal was propaganda and that since the recent reports that were
released to the public about the slave trade and labor going on by the ICC that
they have been extremely upset and worked-up about information being public
that was never supposed to be so. He told me to continue doing what I am doing
and that he didn’t know where I was going from here. He said he didn’t know if
I was going to visit Raw-Tear-Eir or be taken back home. I was extremely
exhausted from the 14 hour ordeal and the stress from the adrenaline highs and
lows and was ready to just go back to bed.
Soon enough the blue/indigo orb zipped into the room
and transported me back to the same point in the living room that I had been
picked up from. As usual only a few minutes had passed local time and I tried
to go back to bed to sleep. I really had a lot racing through my head at that
point so I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and finally got up and did a
small update on Facebook and gave David
Wilcock a small update
on Skype. I then began to type out the details of the conference so that I
would have them outlined for this longer report.
This ends the report of this particular conference.
I’m now in Boulder, Co at the Gaiam TV HQ shooting 5 episodes of “Disclosure”
with David Wilcock. So far, I have not been informed of any upcoming
SSP/Sphere Alliance Conferences and hope to have some downtime to spend with my
family and recover from the recent high activity period of meetings.
Thank you for all of the moral and other support that
has been offered. It is much appreciated and is vital to assisting me continue
this work. Gonzales had a very nice support structure of both funds and
technologies through the SSP Alliance. As I have been reminded several times by
the SSP Alliance Council, I do not work for them. I work for the Sphere
Alliance who see things on a different level. They are great about working with
people’s hearts to make sure we have what we need and nothing more. They
certainly want to keep me humble and dependent on maintaining a positive karma.
I have chosen this path and will continue to travel it as difficult as it is at
times. Thank
you for the love and positive energy.
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