Timeline 2003: A Message from Sanat Kumara, Part 1
By Jelaila Starr
written October 18, 2002
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It’s 2:22 am on October 16, 2002. I wake from a very vivid, very clear and disturbing dream. It’s not just another vivid dream, it’s a downloaded packet of information
that I need to write about. At the time I don’t know who has sent it only that I need to write it up. I lay awake in the dark thinking about it, feeling the pain in my heart chakra
that was still so intense.
It’s some time in 2003. I am a ball of consciousness observing the events on Earth. There is talk in the media about short-term memory loss that has grown to epidemic
proportions. Some speculate that it is being caused by solar flare activity, others by the increase in genetically engineered food. Regardless of the reason, it is causing massive
problems in many areas. What was once considered funny and the source of numerous jokes and main themes of TV sitcoms is no longer so. People are literally going crazy from the emotional
turmoil and stress. Drug stores, which have seemingly sprung up in record numbers on street corners in every city and town in America, are experiencing record sales in Prozac and other drugs
used to medicate and calm the stressed-out population.
I am shown what is causing the memory loss; it is the ELF waves, (wave of extremely low electromagnetic radiation) in which the population is being immersed. These ELF waves that are set to
alter the brain in such a way as to disrupt its ability to move memory from short term to long term and the effect is devastating. I see a large tower and antennae in a remote location whose
beam is being directed into each town by smaller towers. I recognize this technology as scalar wave technology and this is the HAARP project. Amazingly the experts won’t reveal this
to the people and they are too drugged and distracted to figure it out for themselves.
I see TV moguls and the owners of large stores meeting with men in black suits. They are promised great wealth if they go along with the “plan.” The “plan” is to use
TV advertising to distract the population and put them in perpetual financial debt. They turn up the HAARP machine, stress the people to the breaking point by causing them to temporarily lose
their short-term memory, and when they are ready to break they beam a message to them that they need to watch TV and a certain ad. This ad tells them what they must consume next. I watch
as people, like programmed robots, mindlessly converge on the store selling that item.
I recall a scene some years ago at Christmas time when parents nearly fought each other to get a Cabbage Patch doll for their child. But this is far worse. The people have small microchips
in their forearms that make it convenient for them to purchase the desired item. They have willingly accepted this chip because it not only makes it easier for them to purchase goods and
services, it enables them to locate their lost children, find their car and remember who they are –- problems that have reached epidemic proportion. And to medicate the guilt and shame
that accompany losing a child you forgot to pick up at school or that car you simply don’t recall parking, they are prescribed copious amounts of high potency drugs. The war on drugs is
over because the most powerful ones are now legal and as easy to obtain as candy. Everyone is taking the drugs for memory loss because the drugs keep them emotionally calm. In fact, if
you’re not on drugs you’re considered a threat to society. End of dream segment.
New dream segment:
I am watching a plane take off from a military base in the US headed for a distant location on the other side of the world. It lands in what appears to be the biggest high-rise office building I
have ever seen. Several regiments of soldiers walk down the ramp at the back of the plane. There is much flashing of camera bulbs from the reporters. This is a major event being
shown in every country in the world.
The last to deplane are the military officers. There is much pomp and ceremony. Each wears the insignia of a branch of the military. There are 6 that I can see. As each general
steps forward the name of his branch is called the crowd cheers. Then, much to my surprise a 7th general steps out of the plane. He is wearing a navy blue swastika on his uniform. They announce him as the general of the 4th Reich! I am so horrified that for a moment I cannot breathe. I realize what this means. Nazi Germany has risen again, but this time in America. And, it will be worse than ever before! I close my eyes in an attempt to shut out this vision. I don’t want this to be real, but it is.
The young soldiers are cheering this news. I look more closely at them, suspicious as to why they would welcome such a thing. I peer at their faces and see that their expressions are
somehow unnatural. They act like the Chatty Cathy doll I had as a child. You pull her string and she talks. I quickly understand that they are all in some kind of mild hypnotic
trance. These young men have been brainwashed. I’m told to look closely at their uniforms. I discover that each has been injured in some way. Some have broken arms
and others have broken legs. They received these injuries during a prior military engagement and each was brainwashed while in the military hospital. I marvel at the clever way their uniforms
were designed to conceal their broken bodies. These boys are no more than 18 or 19 years old.
Once again my attention is directed to the plane. I notice that it has a large cloth covering it. They remove the cloth with a grand sweep to reveal the symbols of the new 4th Reich painted all over it. I look back at the ecstatically cheering soldiers while a voice comes over the loud speaker, telling us about the plan they have devised. It will entail a battle in which these young boys will fight. They will have media coverage of the entire event. Unbeknownst to the na´ve public, each boy will die in this battle. The unsuspecting parents will witness the horror and pain of their son’s death on their TV screens. It is such a bizarre and cruel plan that my mind recoils from the thought of it. This battle has been planned to incite the population to a frenzy of anger and revenge, calling for the Fourth Reich to exact justice and stop the brutality that has been ongoing for some time. The 4th Reich is given all the power that they need to crush the enemy once and for all, an enemy the 4th Reich has created, funded and trained for this purpose.
My attention is directed again to the plane. They are turning it to move it out into the hall. As they move the plane it crushes anyone in the way but the men don’t seem to care.
Just as the nose of the plane reaches the hallway (this room is at the end of a long hallway in this gigantic building) it suddenly turns into a black horse. They have him by the bridle.
As he walks into the hall, he sees a cat sitting in the corner. No one can see this cat but the horse. The cat tells him what is really going on. The horse decides he wants nothing
to do with this plan and begins rearing and bucking to escape from the men holding him. The dream ends as I see him break free and run down the hall. My heart is hurting because I know
that no matter how far he runs, how many floors he runs up and down, he will never get out of that building. He is a prisoner…just like the population.
I wake with a start, my heart hurting because I realize what the dream means. The horse represents our will power and the building is the frequency fence around earth. No matter how much
we use our willpower to fight, as long as we use external force our willpower will not be enough to free us from the grid. We are all prisoners just like the young boys and the population in
For two days I sat with this dream not knowing how to write about it yet knowing that I must. I had started another article while in Denver doing a Galactic Training Level One workshop but
didn’t finish it. I picked it up to attempt to finish it yesterday. Today, after an impromptu nap (one of those that feel like you are being put to sleep) I understood what I needed
to do; the article and the dream belonged together. I also realized who sent me the dream packet. It was Sanat Kumara. How interesting that just a few days ago I was exchanging
emails with a gentleman who had been in my New York workshop. He informed me that the Council wanted all of us to speak more about Sanat Kumara.
Though this dream was full of hopelessness, I realized why Sanat Kumara sent it to me. He did so to remind me that we do have a way out but it is not by fighting with our external
technology. We can only succeed by using our inner technology, a gift given only to the human race. One that make us immune to anything put in the “Chip” and to the ELF waves
coming out of HAARP. Using this inner technology we can free ourselves from this dimension and the frequency fence around it because we will be using the most powerful technology in the
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