[James Casbolt]

1988 Clavius Moon Base

It's really hard to type this for some reason-

A series of miltary R&D tests now begin to ascertain whether, in typical addict fashion, our generation can go down the route of peace but still be involved in small amounts of military campaigns, wars and killing.
Our group of children are dressed in tight fitting suits, more briefings take place and then we taken to sleeping quaters in the facility. I see strange bi-pedal metallic robots walking around the corridors as well as various EBE types walking with humans.
The R&D tests start with some kind of carousel based experiments were four of us are seated in a large pod/dome shaped glass or plastic enclosure. There are four seats in each corner and we are strapped in and the seats spun extremely fast. It is kind of fun. The pod around us collects energy and data when this is done.
I next enter a training area was in a large room and a small audience came in and take their seats. George Bush Snr is in attendance. I am to participate in a bare-knuckled fight with another of the older boys from the second unit.
One of my handlers at this time was a dark-haired man with a thin to medium build and approximately 5’11” tall. Sometimes he wore suit pants, a white shirt and tie, and other times he wore a dark special forces “all in one” type jumpsuit that I have seen many people wear over the years. He had an American accent.
When the fight began, I hit the other boy with a right cross and knocked him onto the floor, then stomped on his head. At this point, the fight was stopped, and I was greatly praised by this man. After this, a kitten was brought in as my reward, and then events turned savage again. The handlers always went from being extremely kind to sadistic in order to confuse you. I was handed a knife and told to stab the kitten to death. I refused, and the commander screamed in my face and started slapping me. I still refused, and the beating became harder. I started to dissociate and went into a kind of stupor. Another man, with an American accent, in the audience yelled “Kill it yourself,” to the commander, to which he replied, “Yes sir.” He then killed the kitten himself.
That is all for that day. CALOPIA is mentioned- One of the ships used by the tall Aldeberan blonds which I came into contact with at the Looking Glass facility in Malaysia.
The next memory is of CALOPIA arriving in the landing bay and myself and other children taken to meet the same blond Plieadians as they disembark from the ship. We all proceed to the room with tripseats and the female voiced computer system. I am now involved in a future timeline scan. The adults in the room wish to see fif the outcome is different after the R&D tests.
Two possible futures now switch back and forth on the screen. The first sees me as a physically augmented blond giant over six and half feet tall, I am involved in various war scenarios on various planets where I appear to be a power crazed warrior taken over by artificial intelligence as are others like me. Angles on the screen keep switching, almost like remote viewing vectors. Shots of devastated planets are taken from outer orbit and teh whole solar systems seem devasted, and then whole galaxies. Everything is deathly quite in these vectors and desolated.
This scan keeps switching with me as a blond giant again but this time on the planet Taygeta. A lush, green forest planet. I have a family here and live a peaceful life in commuinion with nature. The scenes keep switching extremely fast. I do not know the outcome.
Militant factions on the base conclude the second outcome is a fantasy and our people will never become peaceful, this sends them more deeply into war mentality. Other factions feel great hope.
I am taken on board the Calopia.