These guys can remove fences faster than other earth-humans.
Friday, June 19, 2015
WHISTLEBLOWER SPILLS BEANS: "I SPENT THREE YEARS SERVING ON DEEP SPACE FLEET"
Whistleblower Captain Kaye is the author of some fantastic claims about the existence of a secret Space Armada owned and operated by a global organization called the Earth Defence Force.
Having served almost three years aboard an enormous space carrier, Capt. Kaye figured it was disclosure time so he presented his testimony on ExoNews TV. Ditching the pseudonym 'Randy Kramer" (his real name) revealed that his involvement with covert projects began in 1987 when he was 17 years old.
He would spend the next 17 years on Mars, working as part of the Mars Defence Force (MDF) which was owned by the Mars Colony Corporation (MCC), a conglomerate of banks, governments and tech companies.
Kramer’s team was drafted from a special section of the U.S. Marines and their mission was to protect the five newly-established Martian colonies. His service on Mars ended after his base was obliterated by the war raging against the four different alien species present on the planet at that time.
Kramer’s good standing with the MCC ensured his recruitment into another one of their branch programs, the Earth Defence Force.
He received training on a secret moon base called Lunar Operations Command, as well as on Saturn’s moon Titan and in deep space. The EDF operated three different types of light combat craft and three different types of bombers.
For interstellar journeys, they employed the use of five giant cigar-shaped carriers that could haul thousands of smaller craft. Kramer served aboard one such carrier called EDF SS Nautilus.
The fleet of space vessels had various propulsion systems, all superior to anything available on Earth at that time. Without getting too technical, Kramer said they used both fission and fusion-powered thrusters, warp drives and anti-gravity technology, all obtained as part of a human-Grey alien pact.
Kramer underlined the importance of keeping the MCC and the EDF secret when he revealed that all communications with Earth were closed during their missions. The danger of a global disclosure would be too high if someone were to pick up their signal.
After serving 20 years in the line of duty, Captain Kaye was honourably discharged. His retirement ceremony took place on the far side of the moon, and was witnessed by multiple high-ranking officials, such as former Secretary of Defence Donald Rumsfeld.
Curiously, Randy Kramer said that his disclosure was actually authorized by top military officers.
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Posted by Olive Oyl at 3:49 PM 0 comments
More from the link (which I took out) - the article above is from NESARA News.
Is the Mars Disclosure Being Authorized by Top Military Officers?
Surprisingly, Cramer reveals that he is being given the green light to go ahead and speak publicly about his experiences. As part of the “USMC ss” (United States Marine Corps – Special Service), he states that his commander, Brigadier-General Julian Smythe, has given him full permission to share his story. Cramer claims his supervisor actually wanted him to speak publicly about it. If Cramer is authentic and telling the truth, this means the official military and governmental endorsement to release a massive amount of sensitive and classified information, all of which would normally be kept completely hidden from the public under that hackneyed rubric “national security”. It means Government-sanctioned Mars disclosure.
Cramer presents himself as a marine, part of a special division known as the USMC ss (United States Marine Corps, special section). He claims a legal basis for this Mars disclosure: article 21 of the USMC code, which allows marine officers to speak publicly about their activities, without breaking their oath of secrecy, if they have exhausted all other avenues to uphold law in the face of a treasonous and seditious elite.
Key Points of Cramer’s Mars Disclosure Account
Below is a summary of the key points of Cramer’s account from many of his interviews:
Project Moonshadow: Randy Cramer was born in 1970, was trained from 3.5 years old to 17 years old as part of Project Mannequin (a global military supersoldier project). He later participated in Project Moonshadow (300 supersoldiers). According to Cramer, mind control after 1960 moved from MK Ultra (trauma-based) to Project Moonshadow (more cooperative-based). Moonshadow’s aim was not to create faster, stronger killers, but faster, stronger, more moral heroes, the modern supersoldiers.
17 years on Mars: He did a 20 year tour of duty, serving off planet, mostly on Mars (17 years), but also aboard a spaceship capable of interplanetary travel (the EDF SS Nautilus). He was also present at a US military base on the Moon, where he worked briefly for the Lunar Operations Command (on back side of the moon), as part of the EDF (Earth Defence Force).
The MCC: For the majority of his time in space, Cramer worked as part of the MDF (Mars Defense Force), under the MCC (Mars Colony Corporation). The MCC is a consortium of governments, banks, technological companies, etc. which is operating mining and other operations on Mars.
Life on Mars: He first touched down on Mars at Aries Prime, and worked at Forward Station Zebra. Most Martian facilities are underground. Forward Station Zebra was the most forward and northernmost station. He always went further north to fight, never south, so never saw the colonies way to the south of his location. Cramer reveals that he could breathe the air on Mars, but with a little difficulty, and normally used a kind of powered environment suit to walk on surface. He mentions that on the equitorial regions of Marts, you can walk on the surface without a suit and still breathe; it’s like thin mountain air. He says it occasionally snowed there, but the snow on Mars falls more slowly than snow on Earth. Cramer’s tasks involved mostly security and patrolling.
Native Species on Mars: He occasionally had interaction with 2 native Martian species, 1 reptoid and 1 insectoid. The southern tribes were more aggressive than the northern tribes.
A Catastrophic Event: There were some local skirmishes and small battles, but the colony of humans there mostly got along with these 2 species, until the Draconian reptilians got involved – at which point it became a brutal 4-way war. The native reptoid species were able to easily overcome the Draco Reptilians militarily, but nonetheless, a war erupted until a catastrophic event almost wiped out Cramer’s entire station and its sister station. Since there were around 260 military personnel stationed at each of these bases, this event resulted in the death of (at least) around 520 people.
Piloting a Spaceship: After the disaster, Cramer was sent to flight school, became a pilot, and served aboard the EDF SS Nautilus spaceship.
Return to Earth: At the end of his time, he was regressed and brought back into a younger cloned body of 17 years old and inserted back into Earth life. It took him a lot of effort and inner psychological work to retrieve these memories and integrate them back into his life.
What are the Implications of this Mars Disclosure?
Governments around the world, and the US Government in particular, are lying to people on a scale so massive and colossal it defies imagination. People are scurrying around worrying about menial and banal affairs, falling for fear propaganda like Ebola and ISIS, but meanwhile, an elite-controlled section humanity with highly advanced technology is already actively colonizing space. Rich Dolan calls this the breakaway civilization. Cramer states that he believes (but has not verified with personal experience) that we have colonies not just on the Moon and Mars, but also all over the Solar System and beyond.
Is the Secrecy Going to End?
Is the secrecy going to end? I don’t think so. The New World Order controlling hierarchy is founded upon secrecy. This is reflected in the compartmentalized way the military is structured. If you don’t have “need to know”, you’ll be left in the dark. I can’t see this ending anytime soon. The elite’s power is based on our ignorance. Driven by lust for power as they are, why would they give up their power base?
However, it is not as clear cut as this. According to Cramer, the reason for the secrecy around Mars specifically and the Secret Space Program in general was to hide the exclusivity of the agenda. The program was originally set up to preserve entire human culture and DNA, but the agenda morphed into “let’s save just a few elite special people and not everyone” – hardly a good selling point for politicians to disclose to the citizens. Cramer says there are 2 factions of the NWO: one faction wants to create new civilization with advanced technology by cleaning out the old (i.e. eugenics, depopulation and destruction), and the other faction thinks that approach would weaken us and allow ETs waiting in the wings to come in, invade and overtake us. Hence, Cramer sees a possibility that some of the elites may want to get the truth out to save themselves.
Mars Disclosure: Not with a White House Statement!
If we are going to have any kind of widespread Mars disclosure, it’s not going to be some grandiose press statement on the White House lawn. The Government always lies. They would not want to handle the chaos such a statement would cause. Just imagine if they said: “We’ve been lying to you for over 70 years about UFOs and ETs. They exist. We have already been interacting with aliens, managing underground bases with them and making deals with them for decades. We have been allowing them to take some people (via abductions) to experiment upon. And, we have advanced technology (like free energy) we have keeping from you that provides infinite power and has allowed us to colonize the entire Solar System and travel inside and outside of this galaxy. Have a good day.”
It’s not going to happen!
It’s a Pandora’s box: they can’t just reveal a little of the truth. Once they open it up, one question will inevitably lead to another and another and another, until we have way more questions than answers.
Slow Disclosure: Drip, Drip, Drip
Instead, what we are seeing is a slow disclosure, whereby the truth is out there, and it is up to each individual person to seek it out, learn it and integrate it themselves. This is a much less threatening way for the Government to leak the truth without losing face and potentially inciting a revolution. In this way they hope to release pressure slowly. Yet, as Cramer says, if disclosure occurs and if we communicate with our intergalactic brothers and sisters en masse (at least the more evolved ones), they would enlighten us about new systems of society that are not exploitative, which would undermine our current debt-based, wage-slave monetary system.
Thank you Randy Cramer for bravely stepping forward and revealing what you know and have experienced. It’s another piece of the puzzle as we unwind the greater truth of Who We Really Are.
I believe much of this was disclosed in the first "Avengers Comic" movie.
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Oh, I love Randy, but we all thought he was just so-o-o-o nuts! That's why he was perfect as an operative. He believed everything we told him! He was actually selected for the project when he was born, because the doctor dropped him on his little soft noggin and mooshed his brain up real good. His parents sold him to us for some magic beans.
He was the 58th infant recruit for the Classified Homeland Obsfucational Wonky Domestic Executive Regarding Hilarious Education And Disinformation, otherwise known as Project CHOWDERHEAD.
We piped him up with acid (with occasional mescaline when his tummy hurt) and showed him spliced-together 1950s sci-fi movies on a 24-hour loop without potty breaks. That was for the first three years. The Langley boys did their usual sex playtoy number on him, until he didn't know which end was up, or when to put it up. Then came the uncomfortable part. We had to teach him to talk-- no small feat when a kid is 11 years old. That smart-ass Loughmiller in Linguistics played old MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. shows into Randy's surgically-implanted radio earpiece until he learned to talk like Illya Kuryakin; an Irish-Russian accent, if you can imagine. Oh, that Loughmiller, always a prankster. And then we taught Randy the inside dope about trash collecting. Not information-gathering, "dumpster diving," no, no, picking up rubbish and carting it off to the dump. One of the docs from Duke U had a theory that the continuous assault on the olfactory nerves by the stink of old garbage was the best way to program a dumbfuck. A lot of us thought that was pointless, since Randy Kramer was pretty much already classified somewhere between "Dumbfuck Second Grade" and "Hopeless Moron," but HQ wanted the trash, so there.
It was my job to teach him about Mars and landing there. I'd just make up all this shit, combinations of Edgar Rice Burroughs and Ray Bradbury stories, with a little Ayn Rand stuff thrown in just to piss him off. I had a great time using bits and piece of the old INVADERS TV show, and did a three-week riff telling him the details of the McMartin Pre-School tale, with space rockets and secret panels and Chuck Norris. I tossed in the old "Naked Movie Star" game, too, but oddly enough, that didn't phase Randy. He still vividly recalled his six years of being a sexual six-pack for the pervs at CIA, and just accepted the tall tales at face value. He'd wake up screaming at night and piss the bed every time. He was about 23 by then. Oh, how we'd laugh!
One night that goddamned Loughmiller wired up the bed, and we took bets on how long it would take for the usual nightmares to wake the stupid son of a bitch up this time. I won twenty bucks, but Loughmuller flipped a switch the moment Randy pissed the bed. Little bastard flew halfway across the room! ZAP! It was amazing! We told him it was the aliens. Yeah, we had our laughs.
And in the end, the Feds killed Project CHOWDERHEAD before it could be used-- well, actually, someone realized it wasn't good for anything-- and they let the dumb kid loose, dropping him off at the bus stop with a denim suit of clothes and a ten-spot. I remember the last time I saw him, getting out of the car and looking up at the clouds for the first time in his life. He looked back at me in wonderment, and I said, "And Randy... remember--- LOOK OUT FOR THE SNAKES!!!"
He started jumping up and down like a chicken on a hotplate! Oh, god almighty, what a treat he was. He was still jumping when I pulled away!
And now he belongs to the world.
He was the 58th infant recruit for the Classified Homeland Obsfucational Wonky Domestic Executive Regarding Hilarious Education And Disinformation, otherwise known as Project CHOWDERHEAD.
We piped him up with acid (with occasional mescaline when his tummy hurt) and showed him spliced-together 1950s sci-fi movies on a 24-hour loop without potty breaks. That was for the first three years. The Langley boys did their usual sex playtoy number on him, until he didn't know which end was up, or when to put it up. Then came the uncomfortable part. We had to teach him to talk-- no small feat when a kid is 11 years old. That smart-ass Loughmiller in Linguistics played old MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. shows into Randy's surgically-implanted radio earpiece until he learned to talk like Illya Kuryakin; an Irish-Russian accent, if you can imagine. Oh, that Loughmiller, always a prankster. And then we taught Randy the inside dope about trash collecting. Not information-gathering, "dumpster diving," no, no, picking up rubbish and carting it off to the dump. One of the docs from Duke U had a theory that the continuous assault on the olfactory nerves by the stink of old garbage was the best way to program a dumbfuck. A lot of us thought that was pointless, since Randy Kramer was pretty much already classified somewhere between "Dumbfuck Second Grade" and "Hopeless Moron," but HQ wanted the trash, so there.
It was my job to teach him about Mars and landing there. I'd just make up all this shit, combinations of Edgar Rice Burroughs and Ray Bradbury stories, with a little Ayn Rand stuff thrown in just to piss him off. I had a great time using bits and piece of the old INVADERS TV show, and did a three-week riff telling him the details of the McMartin Pre-School tale, with space rockets and secret panels and Chuck Norris. I tossed in the old "Naked Movie Star" game, too, but oddly enough, that didn't phase Randy. He still vividly recalled his six years of being a sexual six-pack for the pervs at CIA, and just accepted the tall tales at face value. He'd wake up screaming at night and piss the bed every time. He was about 23 by then. Oh, how we'd laugh!
One night that goddamned Loughmiller wired up the bed, and we took bets on how long it would take for the usual nightmares to wake the stupid son of a bitch up this time. I won twenty bucks, but Loughmuller flipped a switch the moment Randy pissed the bed. Little bastard flew halfway across the room! ZAP! It was amazing! We told him it was the aliens. Yeah, we had our laughs.
And in the end, the Feds killed Project CHOWDERHEAD before it could be used-- well, actually, someone realized it wasn't good for anything-- and they let the dumb kid loose, dropping him off at the bus stop with a denim suit of clothes and a ten-spot. I remember the last time I saw him, getting out of the car and looking up at the clouds for the first time in his life. He looked back at me in wonderment, and I said, "And Randy... remember--- LOOK OUT FOR THE SNAKES!!!"
He started jumping up and down like a chicken on a hotplate! Oh, god almighty, what a treat he was. He was still jumping when I pulled away!
And now he belongs to the world.