Tonight's Tour Of Postwar Japan / Astronomers Should Be Given The Tools Needed To Detect And Communicate With Other Life In This Universe
John Ayres
Around mid-2005, the way I dreamed changed completely. The audio went
dead, and the video was tremendous. I began seeing what I could
determine were my previous life times. I saw myself in many different
life times, not only as me, myself, the person who I am right now, but
as me in other bodies born from different parents.
These "dreams" began to have audio to them after a few years. I
decided to call them "Cognizant Realizations" rather than "dreams", as
they are realizations about my past life times on different planets.
Apparently, we are born, again and again, but each time on a different
planet. What the mechanism is for that to happen, I don't know. It's
like a migration in the truest sense. We migrate from one planet to
another, for one life time to another life time.
Tonight, I had a CR, cognizant realization, that was fairly vivid.
Tonight's Tour Of Postwar Japan
This morning, at around 5:30 a.m., before I woke, I traveled to
postwar Japan and landed somewhere in Japan. I was on a beach in an
area near the main city. I guess it may have been Nagasaki on that
planet that I had landed on, because of it being near the water's
edge. On this planet that we live on, Nagasaki City is right on the
water, and it was a trading port for the Portuguese when Japan first
opened up its doors to trading with Western countries.
There were defensive perimeters along the water front. GI's and
officers were at the water front kneeling in the water, and kneeling
on the beaches praying for the souls of the deceased, who had died
from the dropping of the atomic bomb on that city. They were all
facing out to sea, so I guess the bomb had been dropped in the harbor
area.
I realized, the press corps never show this kind of stuff with
American G.I.'s and officers distraught over what had happened and
showing their remorse for what had happened.
I was apparently a GI or officer. I don't know which because I never
saw anything I was wearing except for the sleeves of a leather flight
jacket, and I had a bluish shirt on, of a coarse material, that was
long sleeved. I guess I was in the Air Force, since I don't think they
issue leather flight jackets to members of other divisions of the
military. Though, traditions on different planets aren't the same as
they are on this planet. I had a wallet that was full up, stuffed
nearly, with Japanese name cards. It is the custom in Japan to give
your name card to a person you meet and talk with at any length. So I
must have been getting around, talking with the Japanese people. I
speak Japanese in this life, and during my little trip, I used
Japanese.
From the beach, I rode in a truck, and made it back to the base. I
interacted with the GI's, officers, and others, the local Japanese. I
found a barracks where I was staying.
I learned that most of the soldiers didn't want to show up for work,
they were so upset at the devastation and horrors they saw all around
them. But if they didn't show up for work, they would be sent to the
stockade.
One very peculiar thing was there were monkey carcasses, or the
remains of monkeys all over the place. They were baboon like
creatures, so this was a different planet from ours, since they don't
have these types of monkeys indigenous to Japan though they do have
relatively smaller monkeys in Japan. People had apparently been
capturing them, killing them, and roasting them over fires for food,
and then eating them. The remains were all that I saw. They left the
head, mainly, and the ferocious looking mouth and jaws of the baboon
like creatures where about all that were left, except for in some
cases, there seemed to be the back bone and ribs, and maybe the legs,
which were pretty scrawny looking.
I saw an experiment take place, where outside, red gas was rising up
in a thick cloud from the ground up to about seventy feet or so in the
air.
Someone told me that it was an experiment with a mini-nuclear device.
Why there was red gas I have no idea. On the ground inside a garage,
they had laid out pictures of Japanese people on a concrete floor. It
was like a garage and you could drive a truck into the building from
the outside. The pictures were placed where the truck would have
parked. Inside the building, to the right of where the truck would
park, there was an area that was protected from the outside. They laid
down pictures on the concrete in that area of American people. The
test of the mini-nuclear device after exploding it shredded the
pictures of the Japanese, but did not waste the pictures of the
Americans, though it did break the glass of a framed picture of a
woman. Overall, the test demonstrated that the blast could be
controlled on such a small scale.
I looked over the different pictures. I obviously didn't have the
clearances to be in that area, doing what I was doing. It was like I
was just walking around the base, going where I wanted to go.
There were a lot of trophy items that had been stolen from the
Japanese. I noticed that one item, called a kabuto, I think it is
called that, it is the Japanese samurai head piece, was an item
American's were fascinated with. In one of the garage complexes, a few
of these head pieces where collected with the intent of taking them
back home to the States.
I wandered to another complex, and apparently some Americans and
Japanese officials had noticed me. They started monitoring me with
ceramic encased listening devices. I don't think ceramics are used in
the making of listening devices on this planet at least not during
WWII. Apparently, you could use the ceramic listening device once you
powered it up. Waves are sent out, and noises are picked up, is how I
assumed it worked from what they showed me.
Before meeting up with a security detachment, after doing other
things, just fooling around in the buildings where the Japanese
worked, and talking with them in English, I was approached by Japanese
security, and they asked me my name.
I didn't know my name, since I don't take my given name on this planet
with me on these trips to other lifetiimes. But, after much searching
for a piece of identification in my wallet, someone said to me, "You
aren't John Ayres" are you? And I said, "Yes. How did you know?" And
then the men started saying things like, "John Ayres saved my life",
and another person said, "He saved my life, too", and everybody, the
G.I's and maybe some of the officers, too, wanted to shake my hand or
pat me on the back. I was at a complete loss as to what they were
talking about.
By then the Japanese security had gone off, figuring there was nothing
further to ask me about and that it was a matter for the Americans.
There was a large crowd of GI's, mainly, but maybe there were officers
mixed in, and I said something like, "You'll have to excuse me. I was
just taking a tour of the area." Then one of the GI's said, "Well, do
you mind if we whitewash it?", And I said, "Sure, if that's alright
with you?" And he pulled a beer out of the back of a truck, and handed
it to me. The cap was not secure and bubbles and foam were rising up
and out from under the cap. He asked me if I had a bottle opener. I
told him I didn't. Apparently, by drinking the beer, it was the custom
that it meant, "We'll white wash it by sharing a bottle of beer
together". Then I woke up.
In conclusion, today, instead of the government spending money on Mars
expeditions, or planning and implementing return to the moon trips,
we, our government should be looking more aggressively for life on
other planets. As my Cognizant Realizations point out, and in the
light of them, we are not alone by any means in this universe.
Astronomers should be given telescopes and the radio and video
tele-communications technologies to transmit and receive to and from
far away galaxies, and not only within our own.
They should be given the equipment to help them to detect life on
other planets, and then the needed technologies to help them to
communicate with those other planets' peoples.
John Ayres