The Secret Hatchery ~US Military Involvement In Reptilian Breeding

THE SECRET HATCHERY

US Military Involvement in Reptilian Breeding

The account that follows details an experience that took place in June of 1983 when I was 29 years old. By that time I had already been subjected to many years of training and conditioning in regard to partitioning my psyche in order to make it useful to the Gray Agenda. More specifically the process I was subjected to was designed to make me a compliant and useful adjunct to my Reptilian handler. Some information about this is given here. Compliance was a result principally from psychological and physical torture/reward training. What was the reward? Mainly it was a reprieve from being tortured along with ephemeral promises given in a diabolical ‘soul contract’ that would be amended from time to time to keep me roped in. (The issue of ‘soul contracts’ is central to the way both Reptilians and the Grays operate and will be the topic of future entries on this web site as time permits.)

 

My usefulness derived from multiple sessions since I was a teenager that seem to have been intended to ramp up the scale and scope of my psychic sensitivity to make it more compatible with the physiology and in particular the nervous system of my Reptilian handler. This involved exposure to some kind of extremely painful energy field that made my body feel like it was on fire.

Face of a mind controlled slave warrior who served the Gray-Reptilian Agenda: from my 1984 International Driving Permit photo.

Eventually, when I was 21 years old, this process resulted in a Kundalini explosion of pure white, searing light that roared up my spine and exploded into my brain, leaving me in a daze and partially blind for several days. It also resulted in what I would describe as a total ontological reset, almost as though all of the previous memes I had been infected with over the years had been completely obliterated and a new starting point, a rebirth as it were, was established.

A central point I’m trying to get at here is that my usefulness as related in the following account was to a significant extent a result of adjustments (to put it mildly) made to my nervous system over a period of many years, making it easier for my Reptilian handler to be a sort of voyager and to a certain extent pilot of my mind. If you think this is total rubbish, then I respectfully suggest that you certainly don’t understand how the Reptilians and the Grays operate — take that as you may. Another important element given here concerns the extensive involvement of the US Military in conjunction with a huge, international medical research institute in collecting and hatching eggs of cryptic species. At the risk of rambling on too long in these introductory comments, I probably should briefly add that the “activities of the previous night” mentioned at the beginning of the ensuing account relates to an abduction event I had relating to the brethren of the red-eyed being who by some bad fortune had become incarcerated or perhaps even incubated and hatched in the Battelle lab hidden away in the New Jersey countryside. Good grief!, I thought of something else that really needs to be included in this introduction. The house I was staying at was in Maplewood, New Jersey. From this point I drove in a generally southerly direction and ended up on a newly paved, two-lane road that meandered through the New Jersey countryside.

It was after well more than an hour, probably closer to two hours, that I ended up at the destination my Reptilian handler had guided me to. This was in a completely undeveloped, wooded area in the Pine Barrens — no other buildings were in sight, just a new tilt-up concrete building surrounded by a security fence. A modestly sized sign was placed just outside the fence; it read, Battelle Primate Research Facility, or something very close to that. At the time I didn’t know that Battelle was a giant multinational research organization and in my ignorance thought it was just a local telephone company, you know — the ‘telle part? But why would a telephone company be researching primates? That’s how naive I was back then . . .

The activities of the previous night left me feeling less than refreshed in the morning, to say the least. (refer to The Darklings.) It was now Sunday and most of the household slept in a little later than usual. Our host was already cooking breakfast and I enjoyed a strong cup of coffee, trying to wake myself up. After breakfast, I felt a strong urge to leave the house and go on a drive by myself. Byron said that he was going to be busy doing things with the other houseguests so I didn’t need to worry about him. I invented an excuse for my restlessness, telling the host that I wanted to go shopping. He pointed me in the general direction of the local stores, calling it the ‘valley of the malls’.

Aimlessly driving my van, my travels took me outside the suburban sprawl and after about a half-hour ended up in the New Jersey countryside. A glowing red sphere the size of a grapefruit came into the periphery of my vision. It had come up to the right side passenger window and was pacing my vehicle some three feet away. At the next four-way stop this red energy sphere instantly converted into the body of Renjeck. Without hesitation, he opened the side door and shoved his muscular body (tail and all) into the front seat. He wore a silver colored backpack, the size of an attaché case, which forced his body forward in what appeared to be a very uncomfortable position. His clawed fingers held a wand about an inch in diameter and 18″ long, attached by a cord to the backpack.

 

The blare of a car horn jolted me out of my shock due to the suddenness of Renjeck’s appearance. A lady in a station wagon had pulled up behind me at the stop and was now impatiently honking to get me moving. (Fortunately for her, she couldn’t see inside my van because of reflecting film on the rear window.) Renjeck turned around and pointed his wand at her, causing her face and body to become frozen into stillness. I couldn’t help but wonder how long the poor lady would be stuck like that. Mentally, Renjeck commanded me to continue driving.

Even though it was only about 10:30 in the morning, the day was already getting hot and humid. Combined with the nerve-racking situation of having Renjeck seated next to me, this made for a less than leisurely drive in the country. With my reptilian passenger crammed into the cab with me, we drove along the twisting and turning back roads of the valley. These roads were newly paved and looked like they had only recently been carved through the rural landscape. After driving in a generally southerly direction for about an hour, I was told to pull in front of a lonely concrete building with no visible windows. It was completely surrounded by a tall chain-linked fence with barbed wire on the top. The company sign posted in front of the fence read, “Battelle”. Written under that name was “Primate Research Laboratory”.

 

Map showing my general route driving from the sleepy suburban town of Maplewood, NJ southward to the Pine Barrens. This drive took somewhat in the area of 2 hours, most of which was on a newly paved two-laned blacktop road that wound it way through the countryside.

 

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