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CHINA'S OCTOBER SURPRISE, PART ONE: Disclosure and "The Event"

CHINA'S OCTOBER SURPRISE, PART TWO: Earth's Quarantine Has Lifted



CHINA'S OCTOBER SURPRISE, PART FIVE: Disclosure War at Critical Mass



Last summer, in one single day of coordinated effort, China delivered packages to the private palaces of every world leader of every country. They were ordered to open the containers on October 13th, 2010.

The leaders were told the packages would destroy everything within a six-mile radius if they were tampered with prior to this date, and / or if they were not opened soon after this date.

On that fateful day, the leaders were shocked to find working free-energy prototypes inside these packages, as well as detailed plans on how to build them — along with many other amazing documents.

Every leader of every country in the world is now in possession of these materials. Someone will 'break ranks' soon enough. The negative factions were ordered to stand down and completely surrender. They did not.

They rushed over to China and begged them to reconsider over several days of tense, hand-wringing negotiations. China refused. The war started immediately thereafter.


Nine days after the packages were first opened, a brand-new British nuclear submarine, the HMS Astute, lost all power and crashed into the rocks on its maiden voyage — as a dead mass of steel.

The very next day, the US lost fully 50 different ICBMs in a single, cascading failure — the largest ever recorded in American history.

Eight days later, on October 31st, 2010, a French nuclear aircraft carrier completely lost all electrical systems while enroute to the Persian Gulf — to beef up the US military presence there.

Three days later, the largest nuclear power plant in America had massive electrical failures and powered down for nearly a month.

The next day, Qantas Airlines had a massive electrical failure in an Airbus 380 flying over Indonesia, forcing them to ground all their Airbus 380 jets.

Then, the very next day, Qantas had electrical failures in a Boeing 747-400 — forcing them to ground all of those planes as well.

Qantas is the official Australian airline — and Australia is a very key player in this geopolitical battle.


Three days after the stunning defeat of Australia's airline fleet, on November 8th, we had four different significant events:

1. Qantas was forced to announce even more engine problems — which now plagued their entire fleet.

2. Two American nuclear power plants shut down within a single hour of each other.

3. Carnival's premiere cruise ship, the Splendor, lost all propulsion and communications systems and became dead at sea.

4. Time Warner lost all their cable channels in Cleveland, Ohio for 90 minutes — during the exact time George W. Bush was on NBC, followed by the next episode of the Disclosure drama "The Event".


The very next day after all these things happened, November 9th, a huge missile was launched off the coast of Los Angeles — another highly embarrassing moment for the crumbling Old World Order.

A rocketry expert confirmed it was a solid-propellant missile on CBS News. This missile launch occurred three years to the day after the Chinese surprised US forces with a nuclear sub.

Then, only one day later, on November 10th, a strange "line of fire" was seen in the sky off the coast of New York City.

As a sign of the positive intentions of whomever did this, not one death was associated with any of these events.

The missile and 'line of fire' was basically the peak of publicly-visible events. There were some oil refinery failures in Texas, Kansas and Louisiana after this, but not a whole lot else.

The systematic destruction of classified military assets continued after this — even as the more obvious, public displays stopped happening.

In the 'normal world', nothing blatant or visible was going on to suggest this war was still in progress — but all of that changed when the birds and fish started dying in mass numbers, beginning on New Year's Eve.

This sudden, worldwide use of HAARP defense shields appears to have been in direct response to a new, deeper escalation in the ETs' campaign against these classified military assets…



I've been documenting and analyzing my dreams on a daily basis since September 1992, and have had thousands of undeniably accurate prophecies of future events over the last 18 years. 

I had a series of dreams beginning in late December that told me a significant disaster was going to impact global consciousness. At the time I did not know exactly what it was…


In the first dream, I was riding on the back of an airplane with my mother and brother. It was similar to riding on the back of a giant bird, and was quite a marvelous experience.

Suddenly our plane plunged out of the sky. We experienced a sickening fall into the ocean. It was so fast that I barely had any time to react — except to put on a lifejacket and pray that I wasn't going to die.

We landed in the water. Smoothly. I was not harmed. In fact, I didn't feel any impact and wasn't even wet.

The plane sank. It had been a part of our family, but now it was gone. We didn't have time to think about that — we just had to keep on going.

My mother and brother then had boogie boards that fired up like jet-skis. They were motorized, and you could ride them without any trouble. I apparently had one too — and as I floated there in the water I was trying to figure out how to get mine started.


The image of riding on the back of a plane, like a bird, and then having it plunge out of the sky may have been describing the bird deaths, which had not yet started by this point.

Water in dreams is emotion. The more water, the more emotion is involved — so this was clearly predicting a massive emotional event. My dreams often predict coming world events due to my experience and public position.

The dream did have a 'happy ending' — as we were not harmed by our landing. Things changed, but we just kept right on going.

Gabrielle Giffords' husband is an astronaut — and until the Space Shuttle came along, astronauts had to land by making splash-downs in the ocean.

He and his wife were obviously brutally traumatized — but they did make a safe landing.


I also had two ridiculously intense dreams where volcanoes went off. In both cases, they looked tremendously destructive, and almost certainly not survivable. The second volcano dream showed up the day before the shooting.

In the first dream, I was staying at a conference facility on a beautiful small island surrounded by water. It appeared to be Hawaii. The only visible thing in our majestic view of the ocean was a pyramid-shaped volcano.

There was a charity event that was getting ready to happen for disabled children. However, it was poorly organized. There were not enough seats and hardly anyone was showing up. No one seemed to care.

Let's not forget that Obama was born in Hawaii and there has been a great deal of fake controversy over his birth certificate. The volcano looked a lot like the classic 'Illuminati' pyramid on the back of the dollar bill.


Suddenly, everything shook. I rushed over to a big picture window and was horrified to see the volcano erupting to an incredible extreme.

It literally looked like a massive flamethrower. Rivers of lava were blasting out so fast, at such high pressure they were almost shooting straight up.

They shot so high in the atmosphere, and were surrounded by such withering black smoke, that it was unlike anything I could have even imagined. No other dream I've ever had in my life featured such an intense spectacle as this.

This did not look like anything you would normally associate with a volcano — it seemed to be much, much bigger and much worse.


Before I even had a chance to breathe, tongues of lava raced across the surface of the ocean — right towards where I was standing. All I had time to do was to say, inside my head, "Well, this is it — I'm about to die."

Then, at the last possible second, the river of fire split in half, and diverted around the island. We were spared!

It wasn't over. Massive chunks of airborne lava smashed down into the ocean around the volcano. As they hit the ocean's surface, they triggered a massive tsunami.

Oh $#!@.

The wave was now coming. Fast and furious. There was hardly any time to run.

The wave hit the picture window and smashed it into thousands of tiny pieces. Just like it had been hit with gunshots.

Water (a surge of emotion) rushed into the hotel (the public's home consciousness), but I could still move quickly. There was now about a foot of water on the ground. It was going to rise fairly quickly, I felt.

I ran into another room and there were a series of life preservers there. I grabbed a yellow one and put it on — and there were others.


I immediately saw a highly advanced motorized yacht to my right — ready for escape.

There, standing by the yacht and waving to me, was a person who I had a major professional falling-out with in real life. 

In the dream, this same person brought me to the island in the first place — some time ago. An obviously wealthy, elite man owned the boat and was about to zoom off as its captain.

Immediately, whatever differences we may have had between us were gone. I was offered a rescue off the island and I took it. The boat was actually quite luxurious and was stocked with delicious food and drink.

There certainly was tragedy, but we made it. We survived. It was not the end. Just a change.

Again I zoomed through the "ocean of emotion" quickly and easily after a major disaster. In the airplane dream it was a motorized boogie board. In this dream it was a motorboat.


This dream may very well have been about President Obama and the threat of his own assassination. This shooting made it very personal and in-your-face. I believe this is why my dream had obvious Hawaii references.

However, the dream also suggests that Obama may now be allying with former enemies in the Pentagon against a common enemy.

The highly advanced nature of the yacht may well indicate the ET-back-engineered technology the Pentagon is planning to disclose to humanity once the Big Moment finally arrives.

This scenario, reinforced by my dream, is consistent with other insider data I've been sharing with you.


This dream was also interesting in that before the volcano erupted, no one seemed to care about the disabled children. Now, in the wake of the mass shooting tragedy, there has been a huge backlash against violent rhetoric in the media. It may well create a permanent change.

As one real-world example, after the shootings, the CEO of Fox News ordered everyone on his staff to "tone it down."

Three days later, Glenn Beck had a remarkable change in tone that would have been nothing short of a miracle had he not obviously been ordered to do so:


This is probably the best speech he has ever given, and with all sincerity, thank you Mr. President, for becoming the president of the United States of America last night.

If you want to see and read Obama's speech for yourself, you can go here:



Arianna Huffington expressed how important it is that this tragedy be used as a vehicle to permanently change how politics and media run — by public demand:


While we don't know all the facts yet and the story is still unfolding, we know enough to know that we need more than a little soul searching.

The fact that the gunman is clearly mentally unbalanced does not absolve us of the responsibility to consider the atmosphere in which the shootings occurred. "Shootings of political figures are by definition 'political,'" writes James Fallows. "That's how the target came to public notice; it is why we say 'assassination' rather than plain murder."

And the atmosphere in which this horrible tragedy was born, nurtured, and carried to its wretched fruition is toxic.

Of course, there are always going to be unbalanced people, just as there are always going to be viruses in our environment — but what most determines whether those viruses make us sick is the strength of our immune system. When it is stressed and compromised, infections can easily take hold.

And there is no doubt that our collective immune system is worn down, making us more susceptible to the kind of infection that turned that Arizona parking lot into a killing field.

While there has never been a golden age in our democracy's history, there have been many times in which our national immune system was much stronger.

"The press is our immune system," Jon Stewart said during his now-more-prescient-than-ever Rally to Restore Sanity. That's true, but I'd take it a step further: we are all the immune system of our democracy.

And this calamity should serve as a wake-up call that we need to bring more urgency to strengthening it.

It's very easy, as we've seen over the last few years, to ignore the toxicity — partly because we're swimming in it. But it's time to recognize the obvious: our society is in danger of coming apart at the seams — from our overheated political rhetoric and crumbling infrastructure to our rising poverty and shrinking middle class.

This is not a call for passionate debate to come to a halt. But there is a huge difference between passionately disagreeing with your opponents and crudely demonizing them, between considering them as adversaries to be engaged and treating them as enemies to be targeted.



This event may also be Sarah Palin's Waterloo — by the direct design of her handlers.

All the chest-thumping threats of violence, including putting Gabrielle Giffords' district in the crosshairs of a rifle on September 24, 2010, has come back and bitten her savagely.

Palin's lack of personal culpability or genuine remorse in her public statement may have effectively sealed her political fate, according to at least one Congressman.

Even worse, she used a highly anti-Semitic term in her speech — "Blood Libel" — which refers to Jewish people being accused of sacrificing babies and drinking their blood. Here are her exact words:

If you don't like a person's vision for the country, you're free to debate that vision. If you don't like their ideas, you're free to propose better ideas.

But, especially within hours of a tragedy unfolding, journalists and pundits should not manufacture a blood libel that serves only to incite the very hatred and violence they purport to condemn. That is reprehensible.

There are those who claim political rhetoric is to blame for the despicable act of this deranged, apparently apolitical criminal. And they claim political debate has somehow gotten more heated just recently. But when was it less heated? Back in those "calm days" when political figures literally settled their differences with dueling pistols?


Everyone quickly realized what Palin had said. The term itself is highly unique and it is very unlikely that she knew what it meant:


Palin — after remaining essentially silent for three days — amped up the rhetoric in a pointed counterattack, accusing "journalists and pundits" of manufacturing a "blood libel" against her by suggesting that she somehow is to blame for the toxic political atmosphere in Arizona.

There are few more freighted phrases in the history of hate than "blood libel," which is the ancient and false accusation that Jews secretly murder Christian children as part of their religious rituals. This anti-Semitic attack has resulted in countless pogroms and massacres through the ages.

Saint Sarah, it seems, is now comparing herself to one of those martyrs.

Notably absent was any second-guessing of a single word or action of her own over the last two years.


Remember — Palin's violent website, as well as this speech, was very likely manufactured by others. Therefore, I consider this to be a deliberate "controlled demolition" of Palin's political career. The shootings occurred less than four months after her website featured Gabrielle Giffords' district in the bullseye.

Most likely, the reason her political career was torpedoed is that she is too much of a free thinker and 'maverick', and cannot be trusted to follow orders.

Her handlers appear to have deliberately sacrificed her to try to draw negative attention away from themselves for inciting violence on such a mass scale through all this rhetoric — through networks like Fox.

This also helps create a power vacuum so another contender, who is more controllable and capable of actually winning an election, can secure the Republican presidential nomination for 2012.

The difference between Palin and Obama's speeches couldn't have been more blatant, as this New York Times editorial revealed.



Rather than screaming in weeks of trauma, the public has a marvelous story of triumph to cling to. Gabrielle Giffords is alive. She is now thinking and responding — opening her eyes and moving her body with intelligent responses to commands.

She may still end up with a physical or mental disability, as the children in my volcano dream — though I am praying that will not be the case and she has a full recovery. 

Either way, this event will profoundly increase public awareness and sympathy for those who have such challenges in their own lives.

Furthermore, the healing between factions at the end of the dream also suggests the political divisions will quickly evaporate in the wake of this event. People are realizing that we are all human beings and we all need to pull together and support each other.

Those who continue to insist that violence can solve our problems will be isolated, quarantined and expelled from the body of the public like a virus. This is all part of the Great Shift we are going through.



The second volcano dream came in the day before the shooting. It was Friday, at 3:30 AM.

By this point I knew something big was about to happen. I did not post anything here as I was frantically working to finish the final round of edits on my book. In hindsight I wish I had — but I was just too busy.

In this dream, a mountain erupted right near my house. The mountain was sitting next to the same ocean where our plane had fallen in my first big disaster dream.

In this case the volcano did not spew lava. It belched out a thick gray goo that haphazardly slimed many different areas. It was followed by a sickening burst of blood-red liquid. After this, everything stopped.

It was literally as if the Earth itself had just vomited and bled.

My house was completely covered by this material. It was higher than the height of my roof. How could I ever make it back in there?

The driveway had a river of gray and blood-colored goo running down. There was no way to even try to access the property. It seemed like quite a disaster. I lost everything.


Strangely, upon closer inspection the grayish goo looked exactly like cooked oatmeal. The reddish goo running over the top of it looked identical to raspberry jelly.

I didn't actually try to taste it, but the whole thing did appear to be an eruption of nourishing 'comfort food', in the greater sense. It was enough to feed thousands, if not millions of people.

Firemen and police were standing by. Officials like this are usually a symbol of ETs in dreams. They told me that this would all clear away naturally when the rains came. Everything would be fine — and I would again be able to get back into the house.

They told me the clean-up would take until the following Sunday — which is the day I am posting this article. After this time I would be able to access the house again.

The very next day we had the mass shooting. I finally put the pieces together. I was under such strict deadlines with my final edits that I had to wait until I could create a decent window to write this up.

All three of these dreams seemed to have been prophetic of what just happened. I was actually glad it wasn't any worse. 

Each of them featured a disaster that pulled people together, looked impossible to survive, but ended up being OK. Thematic elements of volcanoes and oceans linked all three of them together as a whole…


Gabrielle Giffords shooting


There is now even more proof that Obama is being seriously threatened — and in context it is obviously about Disclosure, which has always been the big issue going on behind the scenes.

It has not been a happy week at the White House. Within 48 hours of congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords — a friend of President Obama — being shot in the head by a would-be assassin, the wife of one of Obama's aides was found dead inside a burning car at her home in Washington DC.

Ashley Turton, 37, the mother of three young children, was an energy company lobbyist. Her husband Dan Turton, 43, is the White House deputy director of legislative affairs, effectively the liaison between Obama's administration and the House of Representatives.

As such, he had gone into work at the White House on Saturday to help manage in the aftermath of the assassination attempt on Representative Giffords in Tucson.

The Turtons were described by the Washington Post as "a power couple… though not the cocktail-party kind of power couple". They had met "in the line of duty" when she came to Washington to work on the staff of North Carolina Democratic congressman Mike McIntyre and her husband-to-be was working for the Montana Democrat Dick Gephardt.

Why her BMW X5 burst into flames remains a mystery.

It was just before 5.0 am on Monday when neighbours in the Capitol Hill area of the city spotted the flames and called firefighters. Ashley Turton was on her way to work for an early start.

A car bomb? Seriously? That's right out of "The Event" — and it shows us how truly desperate these people have become.

This is crass, blatant, undeniably threatening behavior. I do not believe the truth will be stopped despite these three political assassinations and / or attempts within such a short time of each other…



All that being said, I must confess that I have had some very, very intense prophetic dreams lately… and another one this morning.

Typically I don't write about these dreams until after I see what they are leading up to — but in this case, I have had such a cluster of them in a short time that I do think something may be fairly imminent.

The last time around, this all seemed to be leading up to the Gabrielle Giffords shooting — and the event was very soon after one of the dreams. In this case I believe they are forecasting economic and geo-political events that may be fairly imminent.


In the first dream, I was at a location that was a combination of my mother's house and where I live now. A series of giant balls of ice seemed to be catapulted towards us in the distance.

It actually looked quite beautiful at first. They were traveling in a long parabolic arc and it's not something you normally see. I was quite surprised by it.

At first I didn't think they'd hit us, but they all started landing very close — so I had to duck and cover. As they landed, the whole ground shook. Some of them missed us by only a few feet.

Miraculously, none of them actually hit our house — though if one of them had, it would have destroyed it completely.

I ended up having a 1930s-style antique car that I needed to move out of the way to safety, as otherwise it could get hit by these giant balls — so I did move it. Everything seemed to be safe where I ended up going, and I felt like it would end soon.

In reality, my mother was going through a lot of trouble from ice and snow during this time, and I thought that might have been it.

Also, since water is emotion in dreams, frozen water indicates emotional difficulties — feeling emotionally frozen by events happening in your life. These seem to be collective dreams — and this first one occurred as the US was blanketed in a snowstorm.


Just three days ago, I had a dream of an absolutely colossal-sized ocean area made of rippling, broken, brownish-gray ice. It all looked like the Arctic. I can't even describe how huge and how intense the ripples were.

The entire surface of this vast area of ice was constantly undulating — like a vast body of water that was really churning. It was as if I was seeing a vast, frozen ocean, covered with broken ice, that was now experiencing incredibly huge waves.

One undulation could easily move up and down as much as 1000 feet. There was no way to predict exactly what parts would undulate — and obviously anything of this scale was extremely dangerous.

In the beginning, there were roughly two halves to it that seemed to move in symmetry, with a dividing line down the middle — but the symmetry soon ended.


Military guys — adolescents — were trying to surf these waves, beginning at a high point and then skiiing down on their feet. They were being quite reckless in the face of how incredibly it was moving — like a gigantic living creature.

At this point the severity and intensity of its movements seemed to double. They then realized it was much too dangerous, and they could easily be killed. I was one of the ones who warned them — but it was obvious.

I was able to surf over it without any problem, and now I needed to do so — as otherwise it could become a serious problem.

Only by tracking its movements could it be studied and analyzed so as to prevent further damage. Apparently I was one of the only people who could do this safely — but I had absolute confidence. 

At the same time, the military kids went on to do something else to get their kicks — and they ended up diving into a large fishtank with living fish in it.

They did not care about the fish that were being splashed out of the tank and killed by their antics. I was forced to personally write them up and hold them responsible for this reckless behavior — and I did.


The third dream was this morning. In this case, I was in a woodsy area that looked like the Northeast United States. I apparently had a house near this area.

I knew that a volcano was going to go off, and I knew that when it went off, it would be a massive explosion made entirely of oil.

People didn't believe me that this was going to happen. I had warned them about it and they didn't believe me. Then, suddenly and without prior warning, it started going off.

At the very beginning it was a single stream of oil coming straight up out of the mountain I could see in the distance. It was almost contained, as if it could be turned into an oil well. 

It still looked huge, and potentially quite problematic, but it seemed like it could be controlled.


Then there was a much, much bigger blast. Suddenly and without warning, literally everything you could see in this vast area, of many square miles of forested land as far as the eye could see, was covered with oil.

There were entire settlements — cities with streets, buildings and houses — that were now covered with oil in the wake of this event.

Furthermore, it seemed to be flowing out of the ground so fast that it was like a massive river of oil coming out. The undulations of the river reminded me of the undulations of the ice in my other dream, but on a smaller scale.

There was still plenty of green — it wasn't like every single thing was completely covered with oil — but the scope of damage was vast. It had all the hallmarks of the Gulf disaster, only this time it was on land.

I knew this disaster would not be able to be contained for a while, but that ultimately it would be brought under control and everything would be restored.

I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to stay in my house — and in the short term it did look pretty awful. However, I also knew the first rainstorm would wash away a lot of the oil.


I do believe these dreams are talking about economic events. The US government is flirting with a possible shutdown. There is ever-increasing unrest and regime change in the Middle East. And this morning's dream is predicting something that could shake things up, for a while, as much as the Gulf oil volcano once did.

It's very unusual for me to pass data like this along in advance, but in another case I had a massive dream that Michael Jackson died in my arms of a heart attack — and a short time later, he did die of a heart attack.


Furthermore, these dreams are very similar to the ones I passed along after the Gabrielle Giffords shooting. One dream had me plunge out of the sky while I was flying, but I was OK.

A second dream involved a volcano going off near an island and I was able to flee, but only after significant destruction had already occurred.

A third dream involved a volcano going off near my house, covering it in what looked like cooked oatmeal and a top layer of raspberry jam. I knew it would be a while before I could access my house, but everything would clean up.

This redundancy shows me that although Gabrielle Giffords' shooting was part of the story, these dreams appear to be speaking about something bigger that we haven't actually seen yet.


I do think the negative elite are on their last legs — and though they were not apparently responsible for this website attack, I do feel that metaphorically all these things are interrelated.

The message, as always, is to prepare but not to panic. One consistent element of these dreams is that things look bad but there are miraculous ways to get through it that are not visible while it is happening — at least not to most.

I had the same data during the BP oil spill while everyone was shouting "doom and gloom" on the Internet. I expect that whatever is about to happen will also make people think and say the same things.

Ultimately, this is all part of what we have to go through to pave the way for a better, brighter future. The negative will not go down without a very hard fight. It does seem that events are reaching a "critical mass" and the next phase is going to hurt, but will be necessary for us all to go through.


been rigorously documenting and analyzing my dreams every morning since September 21, 1992 — the day I completely stopped using alcohol and any other mind-altering drugs and committed to a spiritual path — and I got a much more positive view of the ultimate outcome of this event, which I posted publicly a week before it happened.

I have experienced hundreds, if not thousands of accurate future prophecies since then. It took me nearly two years to really understand the language of dreams, and how to interpret the messages.