I began watching this stuff a couple of days ago when I experienced a setback in my physical situation and couldn’t do my daily exercize routines without undoing a lot else. So to pass the time I began browsing through the YouTube pantheon of weirdness.
Interestingly, Andrew Basiago’s arrived amidst a forest of familiar trees. He says the was trained for the Pegasus Project by Ed Danes, whom I’d read because of flirting with remote viewing a decade or more ago. And Pegasus mightn’t have been headquartered at Socorro, New Mexico, where I lived from 1995 until 1999, but it had a presence there. Back when during the late 1990s Mel King and I were attempting to build a time machine, reading about Montauk and anything else we could find about time travel. Pegasus came up a fair amount.
I hadn’t thought about any of that for what? Decades? At least a good many years. So I was surprised to find myself listening to this guy and watching videos of him talking about some ground I once covered as thoroughly as I felt able.
He says Ed Danes told him back in the 1970s he was going to be President, though maybe not immediately following his fellow Pegasus member, the guy in the White House now. [Who was also told by Ed Danes at that same time, he would serve as President. The White House guy now, we’re told, was also a Pegasus operative.]
So, while I don’t vote, couldn’t care less who sits in the White House, and probably won’t live to see who wins the next Presidential election anyway, I find the entire subject interesting enough to occupy a few minutes of my diminishing sand from the top of the hourglass.
Good for some smiles and knowing I ain’t going to vote anyway it’s good to know there’s a candidate at least as unlikely as my own life has been. He carries a heavy advantage in my view by not being Democrat, nor Republican, nor Independent. That offsets almost anything else he isn’t. Including sane, if he happens not to be.
And if, as he asserts, the guy in the White House now has traveled in time and has visited our colony on Mars, hell, it might explain a lot.
Somewhat mildly exciting in an abstract sort of way.
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
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I’m sharing it with you because there’s almost no likelihood you’ll believe it. This lunatic asylum I call my life has so many unexpected twists and turns I won’t even try to guess where it’s going. I’d suggest you try to find some laughs here. You won’t find wisdom. Good luck.