There are experiences which I have never publicly talked about. Until just a short time ago on Cafecito break talk show.
Arriale Starbird discusses Healing from $atanic Military Abuse on Cafecito Break
In my teen years, I became aware that I had almost no memories from my childhood. It felt like whole years were missing from my memory. I felt like a lot of something important happened, and I just couldn’t understand what. And I didn’t have a clear sense as to why I felt that way.
However, in 2001, after 911, I had a big Spiritual re-awakening, and I spontaneously started to recall many events from my childhood, past lives, and in between lives. In 2016, a whole lot more memories came back to me, spontaneously, which fit with the memories I already recalled since 2001. A cohesive picture emerged, and once I saw it, it became clear to me that I had to share these memories, even though it would be one of the hardest things I’d have to talk about, probably ever.
The things I’m going to discuss in this article, may shock or upset some people. That’s fine. I would rather give people the bitter truth, then sugary lies. Truth will set you free. Lies will kill you. While other people may be very familiar with this type of information, and it may corroborate with what they already know. Either way, I invite each person to read this to the end, and then to do your own research, to corroborate my testimony with other people’s testimonies. I am by far not the only person who has experienced these paranormal things, and in the last 25+ years there have a been a lot of experiencers and whistleblowers who have come forward and disclosed, even more ‘out there’ information then what I have to share. Keep an open mind and heart as you read this article.
I am not talking about these things because I like to. I don’t like it, but I have to. Trauma from the past does not go away by itself. It has be healed and talked about. One person’s trauma is also collective trauma. And vice versa. And in this case, the things I went through, millions of other children went through. So by my talking about it and shedding light on it, it heals them also, indirectly.
I stand to gain absolutely nothing, in the material sense, from disclosing this information. Quite the opposite. But I am talking about these things because I am sure about the validity of my information, and feel it would be very healing for all involved - for me to share it, and for others to know that these things exist and how they impact the world at all levels. My goal is to empower individuals, and knowledge is power.
It is the recollection of those memories, to begin with, that changed my life completely in 2001, put me on the path of healing. I was a visual artist, and knew nothing about spirituality. But I sought to heal myself, and those who have had to heal a lot of trauma form the past know that thorough healing is like a full time job. During the process of healing myself, and learning various modalities and techniques, such as Shamanic Energy Healing, Soul Retrieval, Spiritual Clearing, Emotional Clearing, and a whole repertoire of other ones, I fell in love with healing. I saw that I can help others with these modalities, who have had to carry similar wounds. And deep down what I always wanted to do is lead life of service to others.
Some of the memories which I recalled spontaneously after 2001, are of myself at very young ages, at 1, 2 or 3 yrs old. Also with the help of deep meditation, Shamanic journeying, Bioenergetic breath work techniques, and other modalities, I was able to recall myself in the womb. Some people don’t understand how its possible to recall yourself in the womb, to recall your past lives, or to recall yourself before age 2. Well, its possible, and actually not so difficult for people who are sensitive, empathetic and/or intuitive. Many books have been written of people’s testimonies and memories of themselves in the womb, memories of their birth process, and past lives. Psychic/ Intuitive people seem to have a much easier time accessing repressed memories, erased or covered-over memories, than non intuitive people.
In Eastern Spirituality, there is a concept called Akashic Records. Akasha is a Sanskrit word and basically means space/time. The idea is that all events, all memories are permanently recorded into space/time itself, and cannot be erased. Akashic Records, therefore is like a giant library of all memories ever created, and can be accessed by anyone at any time. Memories can be hidden, or covered over, but never permanently deleted from the cosmic record. So when a person really wants to, they can recall any event, any memory, from any life time, and at any age, even memories of being in the womb. There is literally no limit to what information can be accessed in the Akashic records, provided you do the work to acquire this knowledge.
At the end of the article, I provide a lot of links to information that will hopefully help you to understand the bigger picture.
I was born in Russia, and my family emigrated to the US when I was still a child. My mother’s father and his father worked for the military intelligence and gov in Russia.
Probably from birth and at least till about 8 yrs old, or later, I was part of Milab, which is short for Military Abduction. The phenomena of the Military abducting, first of all, their own people working for them and their families, and secondly, regular citizens, and experimenting on them, without acquiring consent from the participants, is very old, and has been global for a while. Its not just Russia, US, and China. My guides tell me its in every country, and Milab is the standard modus operandi of the dark factions of the military.
My sense is that, due to my mother’s family’s career in gov and military, and my being born psychic/intuitive, an indigo, a ‘starseed’, made me a target for certain types of secret programs. Based on my research, Russia, at that time was working hard to amass an army of psychic soldiers - people with psychic abilities, which the military was weaponizing for their own purposes. It is possible they wanted to make me into a ‘super soldier’. Its also possible I was part of a SSP (Secret Space Program). My memories, though not the same as those of others, because every person’s experience is unique, fall into the same categories, as those of the many other experiencers who were part of SSPs, Super Soldier programs, and Milab.
I remember myself before I came to this planet. I recall living on a very large space craft, as large as a planet. We did not live on planets usually, we lived on this space craft that was like a planet, except we traveled constantly. I was part of a team and our task was to ‘tend to garden of space’ and ’weed the garden of space’. We planted seeds, which then grew to be stars. I recall one time in particular, watching a star being born. It was immensely beautiful. I remember having so much emotion watching the birth of a star. I loved my life. I had no need to leave. But I heard a call in my soul, that there was a planet that was dying, and needed help. Earth was in trouble. And I HAD to respond. So I agreed to come here and help.
I don't watch or read Sci-Fi. I hardly ever watch TV, and don’t own one. I know to those that are into Sci-Fi, my experiences may sound like Sci-Fi or a product of an active imagination. But I know that its not imagination. I know who I am now. I know what's real and what's fantasy because I've spent my entire life constantly dividing lies from truth, because I've been lied to constantly by so many people in so many ways. As I get older by BS filters get better too. If I thought that any of my memories were fantasies, I would probably write fiction and have fun with that. But having these memories is not fun, healing from CPTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) is not fun, and knowing that so many other children were hurt in these programs, and their stories may never be told, is sad for me. I assure you I would not waste your or my time, talking about these things if I didn’t take this topic very seriously.
I also recall my incarnation process. The whole memory is very long, so here I will only write the most important part. I recall traveling through a rainbow colored light/energy tunnel, for some time. Suddenly something rammed me in the back, and threw me off course. The perfect concentric circles that I was watching as I traveled, turned into chaotic shapes, with no direction. I felt that something was very wrong, as I did not know where I was supposed to be going, and I tried to turn around and move back. I heard a voice say, ‘Don’t turn around. Keep going forward.’ So I continued, but now with no sense of direction at all, as to where I would possibly end up. And I feel that changed the outcome of my birth, and caused me to be born in a family with a lot of darkness.
Being born into a dark environment, in order to bring light into that space, is a typical thing indigos do. So although at that time, it felt like something was very wrong, many years later, I understood that that being hit by the dark forces in that way, was part of my education about the nature of the dark side on planet Earth, and being born into a family with generational SRA was part of how I took up the mission of healing the planet from this evil.
Some of the earlier memories that I have, are of laying in the crib and seeing gray ETs (Extra Terrestrials) appear around me. They were short, with big heads, big black eyes, small mouths, emotionless faces. They seemed to just walk through walls and appear suddenly in the room. At that innocent age, I had no reason to be afraid of them, and my heart was open to them. But over time as I observed them being clinical and secretive (they would only come when no one else was there), and not friendly at all, I no longer liked them. For example, I saw one of them, somehow peel the skin on my arm, and use technology to connect with the flesh underneath. That scared me. I remember being angry at them and yelling at them in my mind, for being so callous, and they acted like they couldn’t care less.
Another memory that came back to me very vividly after 2001, is being kidnapped from kindergarten and driven in the back of a military truck, by 2 soldiers in military uniform, to a hospital. (I stopped going to kindergarten at about age 4, so I was 4 yrs old or younger in this incident.) I have a vague memory of walking from the truck, to the entrance of this facility; so it had a street entrance, in public view. I recall sitting alone and naked in the operating room and waiting for someone to come back. A group of soldiers peeked into the room. They got very excited and rowdy when they saw me. They walked up to me and started to harass me, and made me very upset. Then someone else of higher rank walked in and chased them out. The next thing I recall is laying on the operating table, being surgically operated on. Most likely I was given drugs for anesthesia and amnesia, but somehow I woke up out of the trance and witnessed the event. I looked around and took it all in. I saw my lower abdomen cut open with a vertical incision and skin peeled to each side. I felt no pain or fear. I saw three reptilian ETs standing in the room, between me and the door. They had thin androgynous bodies, greenish skin, and white doctor coats, that were unbuttoned. They had big heads, similar to the classic gray ETS, but they were taller then grays. Like the grays, they had big black eyes, small mouths, showed no emotions on their faces. There were pipes in the room, and that made me think that I was in a basement, or below ground level. I have no clear memory of how I got home. I’ve had a faint thin vertical scar on my lower abdomen as far as I can remember myself. No one knew where it came from. In kindergarten there was a girl, who cried the entire time she was there. It only occurred to me later that 98% chance she was a Milab also, and cried so much because she was traumatized by those experiences.
Another memory that I recalled after 2001, involved being abducted by my uncle and used in a Satanic Ritual. My uncle, who married into the family, on my father’s side of the family, was a Satanist, and had a satanic coven. He used the Russian Orthodox religion as a cover, and acted like a God fearing Christian, on the surface. (Its known that Satanists use respectable religions as cover, so he was typical in that regard.) In fact he was a heroin addict, alcoholic, abusive and violent husband and parent, and a con artist. He painted fake icons and sold them as originals to foreigners. He had a drug shooting gallery where other drug addicts would come and use heroin and various other drugs with him. He had 3 sons, and I and many other people in the neighborhood saw that he was physically, mentally and verbally abusive to them and to his wife. But I also felt he was sexually abusing them. My mother had that feeling also. I only realized that I felt that and she only told me that she had that suspicion, in the recent years.
My uncle’s father was a physicist, who worked in a secret Experimental Weapons Institute and Factory. His father worked with German physicists, presumably Nazis, who were captured by Russia during WW2. Nazis, of course, had advanced technology, and even had reversed engineered technology from ETs (Extra Terrestrials.) ‘Secret Experimental weapons’, most likely means atomic weapons also. My father suspected that my uncle was adversely affected by the experiments his father was conducting, because otherwise, he could not explain how someone could be so extremely evil.
My uncle put me in a room and gave me a choice. He put a knife to the throat of his smallest son, who maybe was 2 years old at that time, and said, ‘You choose who will die. You or him.' I said, ‘Not him.’ He repeated the question again. I repeated the same answer. He repeated the question again now angry and yelling. I repeated the same answer. He then yelled, ‘Then I will kill him!’ This poor child was shaking with terror. So I said, ‘Fine. me.’
Later on, I recall laying on a table. I had a white dress on. My uncle was painting symbols all over the dress, with a brush which he dipped into the bowl that had blood in it. I recall first becoming aware of the room, me laying on this table, my surroundings, him. Then realizing that something bad was about to happen, and I feel that then I prayed internally to God for help. I made a telepathic connection and was able to communicate with a group of positive spirit beings, who felt female to me, and they helped me to wake up out of the trance. The way I recall waking up, is as if I was trapped in a very complicated maze made of light, and they showed me how to walk through that maze to get out. Recalling it now, makes me wonder if the maze was in fact how I saw my own mind, with the numerous neural networks. Once I was out of the maze, I became conscious and I sat up. I must have had an infusion of some sort of a powerful spirit being, because at that moment I felt no fear at all. I felt sober and in control. Which was the opposite of how I felt most the time in my childhood, which was typically terror and anxiety.
After I sat up, I spilled the bowl of blood onto the table, and watched it seep into the table cloth. My uncle then slumped in a chair and looked completely lost and drugged, which he most likely was. He then walked out of the room, and soon after, a Draco ET walked into the room. It
It was as tall as an adult, had a lumbering walk, and a long tail. It had a similar body shape to a T-Rex dinosaur. That was the first time I saw an entity of that kind. It stared at me with huge stupid eyes. It really looked like a very dumb, low IQ creature. I noted that. This entity had a basic cloak, that almost looked drabby. As it stared at me, shapes started to come out of its eyes, that looked like they had physical volume and were expanding. I suspect that is the mind control the Draco ETs exert over human beings. I feel like its anti-sacred geometry. Perhaps dark AI itself. The shapes were linear, angular. The opposite of organic, natural Fibonacci type of shapes, that correspond with sacred geometry. I feel there was a kind of a battle that took place here. The Draco was projecting and trying to push these shapes on me. And the light forces in me were fighting it and pushing back, to eliminate these shapes. Eventually they diminished, and were totally gone. Then Draco left the room. I wondered later, if my uncle was in fact one with this Draco and left the room, because he didn’t want to shape shift in front of me, for some reason. Because there was no reason for him to leave the room; he could’ve been there at the same time with the Draco.
I recall being picked up in cars and driven to sex parties, at the home of a high level military person. I have 5 separate memories of having been to that home, when I was roughly between 5 and 7 yrs old. I have memories of being forced to watch porn, and being raped by various military men, at these parties.
Another set of memories, is of being drowned in a tank of water, over and over again. Most of these memories, once they came back to me, were very tangible for me. When I would sit down, and close my eyes to recall them, I felt like I was there again, and I would see the things I saw then, and sometimes have the sensations and feelings as I had then. But sometimes, it would be more like a movie I would see, without feeling all of the emotions, if the emotions were too difficult to deal with. And then several hours, days or months later, the emotions would come back that associated with that memory. Because emotional clearing is a critical part of healing, and just remembering the event is not enough. Its still very important to release the repressed emotion out of the cells, in order to fully release the charge and hold that event has on a person.
In these memories, the experiments I was part of involved, my being deliberately drowned, on 5 different occasions. My guides told me I was about 6 yrs old. Otherwise its very difficult for me to figure out my age in some of these events.
On one of these occasions, I recall being in a tank, and seeing a spherical door. I recall asphyxiating. My consciousness then separated from the body. I was just consciousness and I left the tank and went up to where I saw a circle of light. My guides were looking through it at me. But they were not moving. They were calm. They seemed to be saying: ‘We see you. But we are not going to act on this. We are not going to come for you. You have to stay where you are.’ (Because its an experiment and not a real exit point, for my soul. Not the right time to die.)
When I feel into what the experimenters wanted to achieve with this, it seems that they wanted me to die, and for a spiritual being, such as an Angel to come down and connect with me and draw me out. They wanted to capture the Angel and to traumatize that energy. That would fuel their experiment. None of that worked. The Angels were not interested. The guides knew exactly what was going on and stayed away from the experimenters.
The experimenters kept pushing me up out of my body further into death, and my guides kept pushing me back into my body, to be alive. So back and forth, back and forth this went on for a while. It was very confusing, and eventually I feel that I snapped. Something was broken. I recall feeling that I went sideways, away from both of these groups, and lost my connection to my consciousness.
I recall waking up and coughing up a lot of water. I thought I was dead. I only vaguely recognized the experimenters, who were two women. I knew one of them I knew from the previous experiments. She was mean. I hated her. The other was a leader (I get the words ‘leader of that division’ from my Guides).
Then put me in some sort of chamber, that fit my whole body. My guides tell me that this chamber was a frequency infuser - to infuse the alters with the trauma, so that I would be controlled by the pain.
There is a lot more that happened after this, because I recall 5 different times when I was drowned in a tank in this way. Perhaps I’ll write more about that later.
There is some information about the Montauk chair, aka the trip seat, available from participants in other Milab experiments. I read that the Montauk chair was specifically designed to kill people and bring them back to life. The point was to raise people to a state of bliss and then throw them down into agony, up and down, repeatedly until the psychi breaks. This stimulates alter production. Also it might feed the experimenters information about where a person’s soul goes after death.
I recall multiple different surgeries at different ages. One of them is from when I was about 3 yrs old. While my body was unconscious, laying on the operating table, my consciousness was fully aware of what was going on in the room. I could see that the man in the white coat had the intent of cutting my body with a scalpel and operate on my heart. Somehow I I knew for certain that I would not survive this and that I would die. Either this operation will alter ‘me’ so much that the ‘I’ that know will no longer be alive, or that I will physically die during the surgery. Maybe both. Still I am completely certain that I will die. So I decided to leave right that instant. My consciousness then separated from the body completely. The monitor then showed that I was dead. The doctor panicked and called on people to come into the room. They are not happy about this and decided to postpone the operation. The next part is hazy, but it seems they called on an astral magician/scientist, who forced my consciousness back into my body. He seemed to have been a high ranking magician in their group, who was a member of their psychic military personnel. They did injections to aliven the body and to erase all the memories of the event. They also placed a cover memory, that was of me having gotten sick and needing to go to the hospital. Screen memories are placed into the mind so that if a person starts to remember, that they see the screen memory first and think that is what happened.
In another memory, I recall traveling during dream time. In this memory I was probably about 5-6 yo. I feel that I was programmed to do work for the military during dream time. I would go to sleep, and then as soon as the body was asleep, my conscious self would separate and I would travel, and go through pathways in space and time (similar to the maze I described above, except in this memory, I knew exactly where I was going.) I would eventually emerge in a water filled capsule. 3 grays helped me to get out of the water. I suppose there was a body waiting for my soul to inhabit. This felt like another planet because I could see the curvature of the planet, so it was significantly smaller than the Earth. Maybe it was the moon, because the ground was dusty and dry, and there was no vegetation at all. It was also very dark. So dark you could easily see the stars in space above.
There was a large building that looked like a gothic cathedral. I do not recall needing to wear a special suit and breathe oxygen, so possibly the atmosphere had oxygen for me to breathe, or the body my soul was in, was designed just for that environment. The grays and I walked to the building and entered it. The interior was plain, clinical, boring, with no decoration at all. We walked into a large room, where there was a long table, and several people came out from side doors and sat at this long table. They looked human but something was different about them. If this makes sense to you, it felt like there was more definition to them, like a higher resolution (more dots per inch). But not just that, they had a different feeling, a different aura about them, than regular humans. its hard to explain how exactly. I had to deliver information to them. I feel I had done this before. I don't know how many times. But this time was different. I was very angry at them, I told them they are incompetent, didn’t know what they were doing, and I listed many reasons as to why and how exactly. I feel that I was eloquent in my delivery. I had access to information and vocabulary I don't have now (consciously).They did not react in an upset way to my rebellion. The man I addressed primarily, simply got up and walked out of the room. The others followed suit. I left soon after that, went back into the water pod and traveled back into my body.
I have very many more memories that involve interacting with various non corporeal entities, the we know as Angels, Guides, ETs, being on ships with different kinds of ETs; interacting military personnel, being at events with them that involved pedophilia or being surgically operated on; being in underground facilities and interacting with higher level Draco ETs, Archontic spider beings, Men in Black, and grays. I will write more about these experiences later.
Eventually I was rescued out of this satanic military cult. I recall sleeping at a military facility, after some sort of experimentation, after which I was totally exhausting and sleeping there for a while. While I was sleeping, I was conversing with my Spirit Guides. They were very bright lights, very bright positive beings, who were giving me all sorts of advice, guidance, encouragement, healing, etc. One of them, who I strongly feel is Christ, came to me and said that I don’t have to do this anymore. He said, that this stuff that they’re doing to me, is not really serving either them nor me, and that its best it stops. He said I can leave. I said, ‘Really?’ He said, ‘Yes you can leave and we will put in a spirit who will take care of things from this point on.’ A part me simply walked away from my life at that time and was replaced by a being of higher consciousness and frequency, who infused with the rest of me. This new soul was not susceptible to their programming, their hypnosis, or their drugs. It's light was more powerful then their darkness. And it took my life in a new direction. This is what’s called a ‘Walk-In’. When a new soul replaces the old soul, without the body needing to die for that to happen.
I recall waking up and I was in catharsis, I had a full total awareness and recognition of everything they had done to me. I recalled it all in an instant, because the higher frequency soul could handle that information. I was hysterical, I was in tears, and I was unconsolable. The nurse who was watching me was trying to get me to conform to the program. But it was not working. I saw right through all of them. I knew what they were about, liars, cheaters, thieves, psychopaths, murderers. And I knew that I did not need to play their game anymore. I was going to follow a different path.
Soon after this, I was taken on a ship and onto a healing planet. It was a planet devoted entirely to healing. The leaders of that planet would scour space and find beings that were abused, neglected, abandoned, or in other ways suffering and bring them onto this planet to heal them. After several visits to this planet, they had replaced nearly all of my body. This was done, so that the body was healed enough to house powerfully the higher frequency soul. The old body was too traumatized and broken to hold any energy.
Some people who are only somewhat intuitive had thought that these are not my memories. That’s only partially true. These were experiences of the soul who previously occupied this body. She has permanently left this plane, but is supporting the mission, from where she is. My guides tell me, that humans on this planet have a need to know what happened, regardless of whether this or that soul is the one who experienced it. And for this reason, I am now writing about it. What remains of that soul in this body, is the inner child, some of the shadow aspects, and a lot of the emotions. I have been on the journey of a lifetime, healing this inner child, integrating the shadow, and doing emotional clearing.
I trained with Brian Weiss, in doing past life regression, and am a certified Past Life Regression Therapist. Dr. Weiss said that when people recall past life events, sometimes they wonder if those are real memories or if they are imagining it. He said ultimately it doesn’t matter, because their dysfunctional symptoms still get cleared and healed, after they do the process of past life regression. Dr Weiss essentially said that you do not have to prove whether a memory is true, for healing to take place. Doing the process of regression is enough for the healing to be effective.
Many experiencers of SRA (Satanic Ritual Abuse), Cults, Milab, pedogate, etc. may never be able to prove that their memories are real, via witnesses or documents. Usually quite the opposite happens. When one person decides to leave a cult, the other family members typically do not get on that train, and instead choose to side with the perpetrators, and protect the cult, rather than follow the brave person into freedom. Unfortunately that is only too common. So even though there may be witnesses, they may be too scared or too brainwashed to come forward to testify. Also by the time people remember these events and/or are ready to talk about them, the crime scenes have long gone, the paperwork may have been lost, thrown out, or just very hard to acquire, especially if there has been a change of gov.
I doubt I will ever be able to produce official military documents that show what sort of programs I was part of. I would love to see those files myself. However, none of that is necessary for genuine true healing to take place. My goal has always been to heal myself and to help as many people as possible to heal as well, who have had traumatic experiences of any kind. For people to heal, a sincere and strong desire to heal is most important. People need to courageously look into themselves, be willing to see the truth of who they are, be willing to love the seemingly unlovable parts, be willing to release lies and illusions, be willing to feel rather then be dumb and apathetic, be willing to feel difficult emotions, be willing to integrate their dark side / their shadow, be willing to forgive the perpetrators and themselves, be willing to embrace love and compassion again, be willing to honestly talk about their experiences, whether others believe them or not, and eventually be willing to help others.
It helps me a lot when people ask me questions. I have very many memories, and sometimes they are drawn out, when people ask me certain questions. So feel free to email me with your questions, and I will be happy to answer them in future articles.
Here are just a few select links to other articles and information that relates to some of the themes I discussed, and may help you to connect the dots, and see the bigger picture.
The Real Reason for the Vietnam War? Veteran Recounts Tale of Battles with Spider-Being Extraterrestrials
A current US Program Of Involuntary Human Experimentation
Human medical experimentation in the United States: The shocking true history of modern medicine and psychiatry (1833-1965)
A History Of US Secret Human Experimentation
Are you an Indigo adult?
Project Midnight Climax: Unethical Human Experiments CIA Conducted on Its Own People https://steemit.com/politics/@anonnews/project-midnight-climax-unethical-human-experiments-cia-conducted-on-its-own-people
Military Human Experimentation Congressional Committee Report 103-97
Book - Psychic Discoveries Behind the Iron Curtain
Laura Eisenhower youtube channel
James Rink’s Supersoldiertalk youtube channel
Kerry Cassidy’s Project Camelor youtube channel
Miles Johnston youtube channel
PROJECT CAMELOT: A ROTHSCHILD SPEAKS OUT
CIA / MK-ULTRA Hearings - Survivor Testimony 1996
MK-Ultra Franklin Scandal: Deposition of Paul Bonacci
The Johnny Gosch Case Part 1/2
The Franklin Case - Ted Gunderson
Satanic Crimes - Ted Gunderson - 1 of 2
Ted Gunderson - Satanism in the USA
Ted Gunderson -- The Satanic Underground
SATANIC CHILD SACRIFICE RITUAL EXPOSED
Arriale Starbird is the founder of The Pure Hearth Center. She is a Spiritual Counselor and Energy Healer, and is available for one-on-one consultations by phone. To book an appointment, please contact us.
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