I’ll post random goings on from the recent Project Camelot conference in Los Angeles over the coming days.
The first one that comes to mind is a woman in the audience had been engaged to a Rothschild. She was really pretty with long blond hair and was actually a sex slave. It continues to be wild to see the reality of things behind what one reads and sees on the internet. This wasn’t announced to the crowd or anything, it was told in private.
Another woman was involved in the “good” Illuminati. She learned rituals and was taught how to do white magic. She slowly began to realize, however, there is no “good” Illuminati. She came to understand it was still about manipulating others so has been trying to sever her connections…key word, trying.
Robots are real…you would think they are normal people. Even a doctor doing non-invasive procedures would think the robot is a real person.
There were psychic spies in the audience and remote viewers tuning in… OH! speaking of this, my friends and I were talking about how cool it would be to be trained in psychic warfare or whatever you want to call it just as the military guys are being trained.
After the conference, I headed up to the Bay Area and met my friend Nicky for lunch at the Ferry Building in San Francisco. He was late so I sat in the Plaza on the stairs enjoying the sun looking pretty in my new long dress bought in Venice Beach. A guy in his 20’s approaches and asks to sit next to me. I’m like o.k. – like why me, aren’t I a little too old for you? I gotta get over that. I’m hot and should so totally get on the younger man train. He introduces himself and shakes my hand. The hand shake was so powerful I ask, “are you in the military?’ He says yes, he had been in the Navy.
Though he had been in the Navy, he ended up leaving because his conscious wouldn’t allow him to continue. He claimed he had nagging feelings that who he was told he was fighting over 911 weren’t the real perpetrators of the crime. So it seemed cool to to tell him about the Project Camelot conference, which he was totally down with and mentioned he listened to Alex Jones. It’s funny how mentioning Alex Jones is such a code word – it’s like an alcoholic mentioning whether they know Bill Wilson?
Well, this navy cat has now dropped off the grid and is traveling around with cash, prepaid cell phones and is making his way down to South America to avoid whatever is coming. When I told him about the psychic spies at the conference he knew all about that stuff and said he could give me some resources…isn’t that wild?…just two days after saying I wanted such information. I love it when the Universe works specifically and quickly!
This little hottie did say something profound. He is clear headed about what he experienced in the Navy, what he believes is coming and in his belief in right and wrong. However, he is fully aware he may be approached again by the government with an offer he couldn’t refuse and pondered whether he could be reeled back in to do something against his will, morals, whatever you want to call it. Interesting, huh? I’m sure that happens to many good willed people.
My friend arrived and we ate at Boulette’s Larder, which seemed to be a cool casual French place. I was happy to have a glass of chardonnay and a salad. The restaurant is all about using local organic farmers and products, which is awesome and how eating out should always be. My tuna salad with a hollandaise type sauce was delicious and Nicky’s brisket with sweet potatoes rocked too. When the $80 bill arrived for only two entrees and two glasses of wine and a $5 charge for bread, I didn’t think the place was so great any more. San Francisco used to be so amazing for all the inventive food one could get for good prices. $40 a piece for a half assed lunch is so not worth it. I didn’t even drink my entire glass of wine – it wasn’t even that good.
Pastis in NYC has so got it going on over Boulette’s Larder; I can drink oodles of their house Sancerre and the bill never seems that high. I can’t imagine a place like Boulette’s Larder could stay in business that long with those prices. And, I’m someone who doesn’t care about prices as long as I’m getting value. BTW, the Ferry Building and all the food options and micro vendors is amazing! Completely amazing. Why wasn’t that there when I used to commute on the ferry from Marin to SF. At that time, it was a derelict building with lots of homeless people peeing all over. Woe is the Master of Light Chick.