James Casbolt:Underground U.K. bases!

[Barron]

Hi James and Jacqui

I have that book in my collection at home - think i will pull it out and dust it off.

Cheers
Barron

[Jacqui D]

Originally Posted by Barron

Hi James and Jacqui

I have that book in my collection at home - think i will pull it out and dust it off.

Cheers
Barron

Perhaps you could post your findings on the book Barron give me a taster before i buy.
with thanx Jacs x

[Jacqui D]

James every time i scroll down this page that pic of an american werewolf always makes me jump! lol! i know it's there but it still has an affect.
So i'm posting a lovely sweet picture of a fairy.

[Jacqui D]

Is it true James that the werewolf will not attack a gipsy?
Sure i read somewhere that the gipsies protected the werewolf that's why they will not attack them.
Phew! if that's right i'm safe!

But there has been so much genetic engineering done would this still stand?

Hmm i wonder!

[Aisuru Chiku]

MUST CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpcPz1x3XS4

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by Aisuru Chiku

MUST CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpcPz1x3XS4

Great video!

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by Jacqui D

Is it true James that the werewolf will not attack a gipsy?
Sure i read somewhere that the gipsies protected the werewolf that's why they will not attack them.
Phew! if that's right i'm safe!

But there has been so much genetic engineering done would this still stand?

Hmm i wonder!

Hi Jacqui, yes I think we talked about this before and both our famillies desending from romany gipsies.

That is interesting about werewolves not attacking them

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by Barron

Hi James and Jacqui

I have that book in my collection at home - think i will pull it out and dust it off.

Cheers
Barron

That book is one of the most informative books on these subjects ( in my opinion )

[James Casbolt]

I'm talking about other people's testimonies regarding Lycans and havn't even bothered to post what I remember seeing-

Can't put an exact date or place on this memory because of erasures-

I'm training with Delta Force in a military compound with a warehouse on the site. We are training in wargames ( about four or five of us ). I'm trying not tobe spotted by the other team members and run behind a door on the right side of the warehouse. I'm waiting for another member and hear him coming and poke my head around the corner, he see's me and stretches his neck up unaturally. In what seems like a split second he transforms into a werewolf type creature. In shock I dismiss this as some kind of holographic technology that Delta Force often use and run deeper into the warehouse, the place is dark and I can't remember much more of what happened next

[James Casbolt]

The reason I talk about the holographic military hardware is because this if often used from back enginnered reptilian tech.

Some of the reptilian races are masters of psy-ops and use this to make themselves appear huge and loud to scare you into a frozen state.

The technology reminds me of the wizard of oz. He sits behind his screen appearing huge and terrifying but it's just a little old man behind it pressing buttons and pulling levers.

A good metafore for fear itself!

[James Casbolt]

[B]Time to talk about the biowarfare I saw in June 2006 underneath Boscombe Down in Wiltshire-

I'm picked up in St Ives and taken to the facility. Don't remember much about the journey there. Next memory- I'm in an office type building and to a lift by two soldiers. We go to ground level and walk out of the front door of the building. We are in a huge cave and there is another office type building in front of us ( like a modern office building you see in London, with loads of windows, about 5 levels high ). The air is warm in the cave and there are military vehicles parked in between the two buildings.

I am escorted into the building in front of us. Words are exchanged to guards at security desk ( something about "test subject- can't remember number ). I seem to be drugged. Taken into lift and we get out on 4th or 5th floor. Many people working here in white coats, loading what looks like plastic wrapped meat into bio-hazard machines ( the ones with the plastic or glass boxes with the holes with gloves you put your arms in to not handle the material ).

About 20 people working in this room. Large room with a kinf of raised stage on the edge of the room. Another containment machine over the the right. I see John from my unit working near the machine in the centre. He's dressed ina white coat. Appears to be a form of 'slave labour' is the best way I can describe it. They don't want to be here. I'm standing at the back of the room on the raised section, just watching. The guards have left me. I look out of the window over at the next building and up unto the roof of the cave.

I'm sensing this is some kind of 'social enginnering' test for martial law ( to test the extremes of conditions that people can work and eat in ). This place stinks! like rotten mcdonalds meat mixed with a strange chemical smell.

I look at the meat wrapped in plastic bags and see human body parts inside them! I also notice they are vacuum packed in the plastic like when my dad would vacuum pack large packages of drugs in Spain and such so the dogs at customs couldn't smell them.

They workers take them off the trolleys, load them into the centres of the machines, press a button and a hatch or hole opens up and they sent down to a lower level.

I don't know how long I stend there for, but next thing I remember is a hatch opening up on the left side of the wall and a long table with food with coming out ( very high tech mechanised process ). This is some kind of lunch or dinner break ( don't know if night or day ). John says in a loud voice "How the xxxx are we supposed to eat with this smell?"

Time about to run out at library- I'll book some more and carry on in a minute

[James Casbolt]

The food itself appears to be psy-op as it's too well prepared and 'five star' for want of a better word.

There is murmurs of dissent amongst the workers but most head for the food. John walks over and picks up what looks like a chicken burger. He says "I'll send them something!" and walks over the the containment machine. He then starts to load the chicken burger into the machine! A woman standing near him says something like "Don't, we'll be punished".

I'm just standing at the back watching all this. I get the feeling I've ben brought in just to witness. John says "xxxx em" and presses the button and down it goes. Everyone starts giggling like naughty school children. John is the alpha male here.

Most people are standing around eating and after what seems like a mintute or two, the doors fly open at the other side of the room and soldiers with machettes, bats and other weapons rush in and start laying into people. Chaos erupts and people are running around, fighting, getting hit and going down. I just stand there frozen. I see one soldier actaully chop into someone on the floor and blood goes everywhere. I then see these strange beings at the back of the room who have come in behind the soldiers. They appear to be, it's hard to decribe, like walking glass or crystals. Imagine a human body just made of see through glass or crystal. This is what they look like. They have dark shadows inside the suit or whatever it is.

The soldier who has just hacked into the person on the floor, rushs for me and I turn around and curl up into the fetal position on the floor. I don't remember what happened next.

Next thing I remember I'm standing on a different part of a building. This looks like a scientific observation platform. Men who look like scientists are here near me and men in military officer uniforms ( like generals or something ). There is a long hall below us with a set of stairs at the end which leads to a sealed room with about fifteen people locked inside. They are sitting on the floor with depressed looks. I sense they have bene locked up a long time. They appear to be street people ( alcholoics, drug addicts, don't know how I know this, I just do ).

The scientists and military officers are talking and the scientists have clipboards prepared. Something is then put or dropped into the cell like a glass bottle of liquid or gas that smashes when it hits the ground. Fear erupts in the cell and shouting, then the people start to go crazy, screaming and grabbing their faces and thrashing about. This lasts for about 10 seconds and they all drop down on the floor, dead or unconcious. After a minute or two of laying they start to twitch and come around, but now they are changed. There eyes are very bloodshot and they appear to have some kind of brain damage. They are like savages, kicking the walls and roaring and screaming.

Next I see a man brought into the hall below. He is being dragged by two soldiers and seems incapsitated. He is left on the floor and the two soldiers leave the hall. The sealed door at the bottom of the stairs is then opened and the people rush out, shouting in a group. The man sees them and tries to crawl away but they are on top of him a flash. They do not seem to attack each other but only him. They are kicking, punching him and biting him. They kill him. Something happens below which I can't remember and someone walks up to me.

Next memory- I'm in a large room and the scientists and military officers are arguing ( can't remember what about- just relax and it'll come to me )

"General population use"- "Don't be crazy"- "Can't be controlled"- turn to me- "What do you think?"- something about "reduced numbers"- "if people are too lazy to work out what's going on around them, then they deserve to have their protection removed"- "I just don't want any children getting hurt"

Looking at this statement now, it seems ridiculous, if this was released of course children would be hurt. It seems I hate people because of all the times I was beaten up and bullyied as a child and want some kind of revenge.

Talk turns to "let's see how well we can control them" I hear the term LAZERINE mentioned. Next memory, I'm standing in an observation level looking down a large hall type room. There is a 'pool' here with a ladder going to the top of a kind of diving board. The water is shallow. The LAZERINES enter the hall and one of the military officers puts his left hand to his temple and appears to go into a trance. He telepathically takes control of the lazarines and they line up in front of the ladder. I sense that in his arrogance he feels he could mass numbers of these in an huge outbreak, I don't think he can.

They start to climb up the ladder, get to the top and just fling themselves off the edge and smash into the shallow water. They crawl out of the side and carry on walking in a line back to the ladder. Only now they have broken ankles, arms and other limbs. This doesn't seem to effect them and they just struggle along in a line, up the ladder and throw themselves off again. This goes on for a few circles until they cannot move forward anymore, but still they try. ROWS ( Remote Operational Weapons Systems ) in the rooms then shoot them.

Time for me to go home and increased FALLOW-BLIND proceedure put in place. Can't remember details.

[777 The Great Work]

James, would you say at this time that you have transcended fear ?

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by 777 The Great Work

James, would you say at this time that you have transcended fear ?.

My only fear left is that of ordinary people and their ignorance

[James Casbolt]

I sent Barry a report of something that happened after this ( I think this was about the middle of last year but I have major time distortion- Barry has the exact date in his files )-

I'm waiting for a bus from Penzance to St Ives on this night. A guy aged about sixty with a northern accent comes up to me and starts talking. He saying he's ex-military and has been out with old army friends drinking in Penzance. He gets on the bus with me and sits on the back seat next to me. There is a very strange aroma under his aftershave and I know I've smelt it before. After a moment I relise this is the same chemical smell from the underground facility below Boscombe Down ( the room with the bio-hazard machines in it ).

The guy then turns round to me and says "I used to work at Boscombe Down with the chemical weapons"- My brain kind of shuts down when things like this happen. I said something like "What kind of weapons?", he replies "We were not told much, just moving ( I think he said "barrels" ) and things like that". He then mentioned an underground facility below RAF Portreath in Cornwall.

He then starts talking about all the people he's hurt over the years and how "I beat ten bells of **** out of a guy over a ten bob note". He then says he's had MRSA in hospital three times and the last time he died and was resussetated. It then I relise this guy is a clone! He's been cloned in hospital and now they have sent him to me. He gets off one stop before me near were my ex-girlfriend lived in Carbis Bay.

[James Casbolt]

i think the whole set-up is being controlled by extra-terrestrials with time travel capabilties that are installed deeper underneath the subterranean military bases

That's the only way I can make sense of these events

[K626]

Originally Posted by James Casbolt

i think the whole set-up is being controlled by extra-terrestrials with time travel capabilties that are installed deeper underneath the subterranean military bases

That's the only way I can make sense of these events

There is something in this.

But drum it into yourself that they aren't all guided by the one.

There is another always.

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by K626

There is something in this.

But drum it into yourself that they aren't all guided by the one.

There is another always.

Anymore information on the possible clone you saw?

It seems people like us can be in two places at one time ( don't fully understand it ). Any input on this K?

[K626]

Originally Posted by James Casbolt

Anymore information on the possible clone you saw?

It seems people like us can be in two places at one time ( don't fully understand it ). Any input on this K?

I cannot interfere in this. Sorry.

[Egg]

James,
there is indeed underground levels to RAF Portreath that have small doors set at angles into the ground.

To disguise them from aerial observation, they cut ditches out of the earth, and slotted the doors in there. Theres also a considerable volume of buried nastiness hidden there as it was at the time considered OK to 'bury' left overs in the ground.

(Work on chemical weapons at CDE Nancekuke stopped between 1976 and 1978) by the way and it all went off site to other establishments.

[James Casbolt]

Originally Posted by Egg

James,
there is indeed underground levels to RAF Portreath that have small doors set at angles into the ground.

To disguise them from aerial observation, they cut ditches out of the earth, and slotted the doors in there. Theres also a considerable volume of buried nastiness hidden there as it was at the time considered OK to 'bury' left overs in the ground.

(Work on chemical weapons at CDE Nancekuke stopped between 1976 and 1978) by the way and it all went off site to other establishments.

Thanks for the input Egg

You are aware K... that your replies are vague by apparent design....
why reply at all for public view when only you are able to understand what it is that you are saying? It's obvious that even JC is not always following you/

Might you consider sending PMs to James instead of posting to the audience?.. leave us out of it when your remarks are meant to conceal content? >> pardon me for this interruption... but your manner of writing is obfuscating matters...continually!

Am I alone in this view?

[K626]

Originally Posted by EpiphaMe

You are aware K... that your replies are vague by apparent design....
why reply at all for public view when only you are able to understand what it is that you are saying? It's obvious that even JC is not always following you/

Might you consider sending PMs to James instead of posting to the audience?.. leave us out of it when your remarks are meant to conceal content? >> pardon me for this interruption... but your manner of writing is obfuscating matters...continually!

Am I alone in this view?

It is important everyone has access to my contribution. Nothing easily seen is worth seeing. I hear what you're saying however. James understands a lot more than you realise.

K.

[K626]

Originally Posted by James Casbolt

I sent Barry a report of something that happened after this ( I think this was about the middle of last year but I have major time distortion- Barry has the exact date in his files )-

I'm waiting for a bus from Penzance to St Ives on this night. A guy aged about sixty with a northern accent comes up to me and starts talking. He saying he's ex-military and has been out with old army friends drinking in Penzance. He gets on the bus with me and sits on the back seat next to me. There is a very strange aroma under his aftershave and I know I've smelt it before. After a moment I relise this is the same chemical smell from the underground facility below Boscombe Down ( the room with the bio-hazard machines in it ).

The guy then turns round to me and says "I used to work at Boscombe Down with the chemical weapons"- My brain kind of shuts down when things like this happen. I said something like "What kind of weapons?", he replies "We were not told much, just moving ( I think he said "barrels" ) and things like that". He then mentioned an underground facility below RAF Portreath in Cornwall.

He then starts talking about all the people he's hurt over the years and how "I beat ten bells of **** out of a guy over a ten bob note". He then says he's had MRSA in hospital three times and the last time he died and was resussetated. It then I relise this guy is a clone! He's been cloned in hospital and now they have sent him to me. He gets off one stop before me near were my ex-girlfriend lived in Carbis Bay.

The fact that you are aware your brain kinda shuts down for a moment is very important.
Work on some kind of mantra to avoid this.....
The little shutting down moment is keeping things hidden.


Love and Peace.

K.