The men in black or “MIB”, are said to lurk around with 1940’s style mobster hats, long jackets, black slacks and black shoes. Their faces are not often seen, but if someone does catch a lucky glance they have said that they are plain looking white men (sometimes Asian) looking, with no real distinguishing features. These individuals some how have the ability to disappear down streets in the blink of an eye or to appear as shadows that scatter across the wall. Intimidation and esoteric espionage seem to be their game, we call them ‘men in black’, but with these abilities can we really call them ‘men?’
I have had my own experience with these beings that I have not fully shared until now, well, actually, once on my old youtube channel, but the video is no longer around.
I started to make youtube videos the fall of 2008 after an awakening I had experienced the previous year. I have a new channel now but my old channel had the same style content: lots of material about ET’s, alternative spirituality, and other New Age musings. It wasn’t long into my vlogging until one night I woke up in a strange of clairvoyant twilight to see a man sitting in a chair that was facing my bed, dressed in the usual garb, with his leg crossed over into a ‘4’ shape. I also remember there being a red light before I woke up and saw him. He was staring at me and there was this odd caramel orange energy around him, like smoke. It was obvious by his consciousness that he was not a ghost, ghosts do not have as much life force energy as the living, and there is a general sense of being trapped with ghosts, as though the same issues keep repeating in their minds, that this individual did not have. He was here by choice, he knew who I was, and he was very much alive. There was a wall around him energetically where it felt kind of like a blank slate, like his core energy was toned down or hidden and replaced with a smooth circular hum. He was not interested in communicating, just letting me know that at any time, he can site right in that chair across from my bed and watch me sleep. Message received.
A few days later I told my friend who had just gotten his certificate in hypnotherapy, he was intrigued and suggested that we do a session to see who this person was He explained that you can actually use deep guided meditation to remote view. I agreed. A few days later he came over and began to regress me, I cannot recall what the induction was but I was able to make contact with the man in black watching me sleep via a memory of his presence, the smallest vibrational signature that I could grasp from him. I assume that because he invaded my privacy he opened himself up to having his privacy invaded as well (should the individual have the capacity to carry it out).
I found myself remote viewing an old, messy, mustard yellow apartment. The living room and kitchen were very small and separated by a cut out wall, the door was to the right of the kitchen and there was a window adjacent to the living room that was open but didn’t do much good in lightening the place up. The time was different, it was around the 60’s or 70’s. The radio was talking but I couldn’t make out the words. There was a coffee table in front of a rough plaid couch, the kind people would shun to their basement to hide its garish design. The coffee table was a mess of folders and papers, they looked official and important to him. They seemed to be the only thing he cared about. I got the impression that these were his work papers and the only word that I could make out, with great concentration and strain, was “Watchers.” It was written in bold black letters on top of one of the folders?
He was not there at the time but I did see a montage of him and what he did there. He had intense anxiety, he was always worried and never felt secure. He was disconnected from people, and was always moving. There was nothing alive around him, everything was very utilitarian, and I got the sense that he hadn’t felt or seen beauty in a very long time. It was an incredibly sad and bleak existence. I no longer felt angry about his intrusion in my life at that moment, I felt bad for him. I felt immense sympathy about this tiny little mustard apartment with the garish couch that he had to exist with, reading all these papers and being forced to disconnect from people- from his humanity. I had every right to be angry about how he intruded upon me, but clearly how he had been intruded upon in his own life was, whatever serenity he had lost, was far, far worse.
This was a bizarre experience to behold, to say the least. I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly wouldn’t have guessed that I would be going back in time- or that the person observing me was doing so from another time. As I write this, I do wonder how this all pieces tie together, how could someone from before I was born know of me? What was his purpose? I still would like to know the specifics.
I also got a better look at him. He didn’t have a military cut or and he wasn’t bald like many of the images or experiences from others suggest, he actually had shiny, pin straight hair that fell an inch past his chin. He also had a more Asian appearance. I saw this in my room and also as I remote viewed him more clearly under in the meditation.After that psychic inquiry session, I let it go. I had no idea who the “watchers” were or if it was even something I could find out.
It wasn’t until just last year that I had another experience with the MIB, I was making a youtube video about Zeta’s and the hybridization program. As I was making it my mind kept scattering, I had never really experienced anything like it, I had to stop recording several times to gather my thoughts. Doing videos like this is challenging in itself because the information coming through isn’t already grounded, it’s not widely accepted. I don’t have tonnes of known insights to latch on to. Due to this obscure nature of the content, you really have to sit with it and translate it, paying tedious attention to even the most minute details. If I don’t hold that level of focus as message compresses it may not be balanced or saturated enough with the original frequencies so that it can solidify into the 3d collective. Man, can Claircognizance can be challenging or what (lolz)?
As I filmed through this perceived scattered fog, I heard very obvious cracks and pops in the floor in front of me. It was as though someone with huge feet was walking around causing the floor boards to crack, but I could not see them. Some of the creaks were so intense that they reverberated and made the ceiling pop as well. This went on, and was very distracting, until I was finished, you may even be able to hear the popping in the video.
The video its self was describing the importance of the hybridization program between Zetas and humans. It described that going nuclear created a rift that allowed these being to interact with us in a more direct way, they shared a similar timeline and to help themselves was also to help us in the future when we desperately needed it. I also got into the importance of the emotional body and it’s complexities when being re-introduced to hybridized beings. The video is still available on my Youtube channel.
Clearly, this information was not A-OK to be sharing. I got through the video anyway and went to check in on my husband who was working in his office by the front foyer. He told me that as I was filming he had noticed the creaking noises, he got up to see what on earth I was doing but heard me talking and didn’t want to interrupt me. As he went to go back to his office, passing the front door, he heard a knock. As he turned to look to see who it as he saw a dark shadow, in a 40’s hat, bobbing his head side to side trying to see in the long glass windows in the door. As he stood there looking at the man peering through, he felt in his gut that something was very wrong, that this was not a normal person. He said there was an eerie feeling, an instinctual feeling of danger deep in his gut, but that he wanted to open the door to make sure everything was OK. He pushed forward and opened the door to nothing but the cool night sky and crickets singing in the garden. Whom ever it was impossibly vanished into the street. The impending energy had evaporated.
I’m not sure what to make of these experiences, I just know that they are real. I would like to see more information about these ‘people’ than the odd anonymous snippet of text posted deep within a conspiracy forum website. Please share your experience or info in the comment section! I can’t be the only one!