Montauk Project Reject

What can the memories of a three-year-old mean?

As I mentioned in My video, Why I Am This Unspeakable Thing (see link below), My first memory was on the day I learned to walk at just past 1 year of age. And from that point, I can remember many things, and one of them I will relate to You here.

Just about the time I was two, within days, We moved from San Diego, CA, out to a house near the western end of Long Island, NY. My father’s work sent Him out there, and My infant sister and I moved with Mom and Dad.

It was a nice, two-story house in a suburban neighborhood, with a front yard and a fenced backyard. I had a bedroom upstairs, and My parents’ bedroom was there too. There was a small room for My sister where She was placed after Mom had breastfed Her at night, where Mom would go in the night when My sister woke up and cried to be fed.

Dad was an aerospace engineer, and often worked late. But I remember one day when He was home, likely late December or early January, when We went out and built the first and only snowman I have constructed (helped construct). With prune eyes, a mouth lined with raisins, and, classically, a carrot for a nose.

One day, a bright and sunny day, somewhere in the spring after the snows had melted, about the time I was three, Dad took Mom and Me out east – My sister, who by then was one, was left with a lady My parents had befriended, to be cared for while We went east.

We reached an area where, on the south shore, there were dunes on the beach – big humped and long-stretched mounds of grass-topped sand. We stopped at the beach and got out of the car. We strolled briefly on the shore and then Dad left. Mom and I stayed.

I built a sand castle and a woman who lived nearby approached and started up a conversation with Mom. I continued playing in the sand.

Dad returned and Mom told Him She had been invited to the woman’s place for coffee and talk, and said that's where She would be, pointing to the house. Dad motioned Me to come with Him, and I looked at Mom. “Go ahead, Amy. Your father has something special for You.”

I looked at Dad expectantly, and He held out His hand. I grasped it and We went to the car. I asked several times what special thing He had for Me, but He just kept saying, “You’ll see.” We left the dunes and headed further east.

Eventually, We could see the lighthouse on Montauk point, and I asked if That was where We were going, imagining climbing stairs and looking out from the heights. “No, but close,” He replied.

Soon We were turning onto a side road and I could see a large, kind of rectangular thing – not quite a rectangle as the corners were pinched – held up on a pole, or similar, above the area. We got to a gate and Dad said something to the men who were there, while I peered at the rectangular thing – that had something sticking out from the middle, and I could tell the rectangle was slightly curved.

The gate was opened, and We passed through.

We drove to a parking area fairly near a building, over which that giant rectangle stood and got out of the car. We walked up to the building and again, there were men at the door, Again, Dad briefly spoke with Them, and They opened the door behind them and let Us in.

To the left of the door was a wall, straight ahead was a set of double doors, about 15 feet away, with a man standing to either side of them. To the right, the room went about 20-25 feet, with another single door near the end on the far side, and the wall at the far end of the room had a window, about 4 feet up, and spanning the width of the wall.

But rather than the outside, the window looked out on another room, much larger than the one We were in, and, being three and short, I could not see what was in the room, but I could see the ceiling going on further than I could see. No clue where the back wall there started.

Against the wall of the door We entered through were four chairs, and in front of the window was a desk with a man sitting at it. Dad spoke with this man briefly and We were told to have a seat. Shortly He asked Me to come up to the desk.

He asked Me a few questions, and I truly wish I could remember what they were! I just remember being uncomfortable because I did not have answers for some of them. And then I was told to go with the men standing at the double doors.

I turned to Dad and begged Him to come with Me.

“You have to go alone,” He said, “but I will be waiting right here for You.” I begged some more as one of the men took My right hand and began pulling Me towards the doors. I started crying, and the other man took My left hand, and Dad said, “Just be brave! It will be okay.”

I continued to cry as the two men and I passed through the doors and into a long hallway, brightly lit with fluorescents. And then…

My memory ends. What happened there is still unknown to Me, but for a flash of being in a chair and… Well… I was in the chair, and an ET was looking at Me. I don’t even know if that is a memory, or even belongs in that scene, or what. But it seems to Me that it was from that missing time…

The next My memory takes up is struggling in the grips of two men, who are holding My arms, and another walking along with Us. I was sobbing and devastated and just wanted to run away. I knew I had failed – failed some test – but what it was, I cannot remember.

I kept thinking about how disappointed in Me Dad would be. He was always so proud of Me, how quickly I learned – I knew My ABC’s at that point, though hadn’t begun reading. And now I had failed! Failed Him!!! The anguish of that failure was so deep!

We got to the double doors, and sure enough, Dad was there.

I ran to Him and threw Myself against His legs, sobbing. He held Me tight against one leg with an arm as the man who had come with Us down the hall spoke to Him. I truly was not listening, just sobbing and feeling like a complete failure.

Soon We left, Dad holding My hand as I wept. We went to the car and got in. As He was starting the car I said, through hiccups, “I'm sorry I failed.” And what He said next has stuck with Me ever since.

“That’s okay, honey. That means You get to stay with Us.”

It was not long after this that Dad was transferred back to San Diego, to work with Thomas Townsend Brown on electrogravitics – see Electrogravitics – My Knowledge of Free Energy linked below.

Since then I have seen pictures of Camp Hero, where the Montauk Project took place, and it was clear that “rectangular thing” was the radar dish there.

I have often wondered what the test I failed was, and ponder whether it had something to do with the fact that I was already storing memories. Many say They remember nothing before six! But it seems to have memories start at one is a rarity.

Perhaps it had something to do with My spatial perception – something I was tested for in My 20’s and scored high genius (100 was average, 130 was top 1%, and I scored 159 – something My boss, who had been giving the test for 15 years, said She had never seen in all Her years…). This is why My memories are so spatial…

Maybe it was one of those things for which They failed Me, and maybe it was something I have no awareness of. Whatever it was, it is pretty clear that I am a Montauk Project reject...

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Links to info:

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Why I Am This Unspeakable Thing (5 min): https://odysee.com/@amaterasusolar:8/why-i-am-this-unspeakable-thing-5:8

Electrogravitics – My Knowledge of Free Energy (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/electrogravitics-my-knowledge-of

My Most Memorable Economic Lesson (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/my-most-memorable-economic-lesson

Targeted Individual (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/targeted-individual

Choosing to Depress (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/choosing-to-depress

More About the Millions! (article): https://amaterasusolar.substack.com/p/more-about-the-millions

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Endia – A Short Story by Amaterasu Solar

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Quite the Opposite – A Short Story for Change – by Amaterasu Solar

http://tapyoureit.boards.net/thread/72/quite-opposite-short-story-change

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The Abundance Paradigm – A Novella by Amaterasu Solar

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My father taught Me never to believe anything. He told Me to place probabilities and adjust them as new data come along, asking the question, "Does that explain what I see?," when evaluating data. He was an aerospace engineer, and worked with T Townsend Brown (see My featured vid on Odysee or YouToilet). From a very early age I was concerned that the way I was told things worked, in terms of government and social affairs, did not explain what I saw. So the first few decades I worked to determine WHY this was.

I wound up in banking, seeing the flow of things in the headquarters of a major bank in Los Angeles. I became intimately familiar with the flow of money, and economics. I asked the question, "Why do We use money?"

When the web arrived, My research capabilities flourished, and I learned much that explained what I saw, but the only explanations I found for why We use money started with trade and barter, which are still money in a direct form, and did not answer the WHY. Then, I came upon the explanation that these were used because, with a finite amount of stuff, it was to ensure that We got Our "fair share" in a scarcity environment, in exchange for the work We added.

From this I realized the WHY. We were accounting for Our energy input into things. And that We needed to do this because the Human energy was scarce compared to what We needed to be produced (back then).

I also discovered that over half Our planet's wealth was "owned" by fewer than 100 Humans...

I was very interested in psychology, too. And studied it deeply, being fascinated by psychopathy, focusing on that aberration, learning that They had discovered a gene that manifested Individuals who were incapable of love, compassion, caring, and empathy for Others – primary psychopaths. Seeing that the wealth was so disproportionate, and that the families who "owned" it inbred, what would explain what I saw would be that They wanted to retain that psychopathic gene. Given that the wealth could feed, clothe, house ALL of Us (and give Us freedom) abundantly and many times over, and yet None set forth to care for Humanity, I had to give probability approaching 100% that They are psychopaths, as that explains perfectly what I see, and answers My quest for why the way I was told things worked did not explain what I saw.

And I asked... If I was a psychopath, with enough wealth to buy anything and anyOne I wanted to, and given that money = power (power over Others is something psychopaths seek), would I be motivated to create a false "reality" for the masses and thereby manipulate Them? I think You can figure out what answer I came up with. And would that explain what I see? Absolutely.

Now, given that money is merely the accounting token used to account for Our Human energy, it would follow that free energy would threaten fully the accounting for Our energy. If I was a psychopath, with enough money to buy sites like Wikipedia, the media, the education system, etc., would I do all I could to suppress and hide free energy?

And given I personally know that electrogravitics offers both gravity control and energy from the aether (the electromagnetic field that pervades the universe), and that it went into black projects, such efforts to hide and suppress would explain what I see completely.

So I am neither a "conspiracy theorist," nor am I a "conspiritard," but rather... I am a conspiracy analyst. And given this analysis, knowing that conspiracies are the NORM in history and that they didn't just stop some years back, I conclude that conspiracies abound. That explains perfectly what I see.

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Love always.