Etheric Implant Removal?

It is high summer. I am meditating outside on my back lawn. My hands and feet are grounded to the Earth, I have headphones on, and I'm absorbed in the binaural beats playing through them. The beats are flowing at the desired entrainment rate, and I am using even, steady hermetic breathing. I am getting to a very relaxed state, and my head begins to feel very light. For some reason, my inner voice steps in and vividly tells me, several times, "You are going to go out-of-body."

Soon I am lifting up, maybe fifty feet or so, above the yard. The sensation of looking down and seeing my body lying below is a bit odd, but I just go with it. I also see my dog flopped down several yards away from my body. Funny. I didn't know she was there.

I suddenly realize that I have complete freedom to move about, to go anywhere, so I zoom up to the top of the mountain that stands over our valley. I circle the rocky summit several times, coming within a few feet of a small party of hikers at the top. I suppose I am trying to prove to myself that they cannot see me.

Moments later, I establish telepathic communication with some intelligence, which I sense is far more familiar with this type of thing than I am. It asks me if I want to see something. "Well, sure. Of course." I float down and around the shoulder of the mountain, to a cave entrance. The cave has some sort of transparent door or window which phases out, dissipates, to let me through.

Inside the cave I am greeted by two beings who appear to me to be human-like, both dressed in light grey and white jumpsuit uniforms. They introduce themselves as Robprim and Chagaluschka. The telepathic conversation moves very quickly.

I have a number of thoughts in my mind all at the same instant: where are we? what was that door? is this place inhabited? who lives here? My questions are not answered in a conversational manner. Rather, I receive the answers to all of them in the form of a complex packet of "knowing," for lack of a better description, delivered instantaneously.

Next, they ask me if I want to see something important. "For sure." I sense they are excited but hesitant, as if they have reservations about my ability to comprehend the magnitude of whatever it is. First, I sense a cube of coppery gold, something like the alloy in a bullion coin. It comes into my mind as perhaps two feet on a side, giving off a glow and a low hum. "Ah, gold," I send out as a thought. "Yes, gold. But your race does not yet fully understand the true nature and power of gold," comes the reply.

"Properly constructed, this device can create a fold, or ripple, in space-time (an 'envelope' of sorts) that can be put to many, many valuable uses. For example, we can use it to create a local field in time-space that allows us to travel instantaneously anywhere, and to any time. We can also use it as an endless source of energy for transportation, heating, cooling, lighting, and to power a fabricator which can produce anything we might need."

"About the travel part," I begin. "It sounds like a stargate. Is that what it is?"

"Well, yes, we understand what you are attempting to convey. But this can do much more. We want to teach you about these technologies, though we have no illusions about how much work this will be for all of us."

"Let's start with the basics. The primary tenet behind this technology is what you might think of as radio spectroscopy."

"Radio or radial?" I ask.

"Hmm." They confer between themselves. "We shall impress upon you that the precise name is not the most important thing for you at this time. But to give you something of a model to latch onto, we shall call it 'radio' for now. There is much, much to go over with you, so we'll stay at a high level and not get bogged down in semantics."

Just then, I feel a simultaneous pinching or biting on the undersides of my arms, seemingly in my real body as it lies on the ground, where my triceps are contacting the lawn. "Ah!" I am jolted. Their reaction is immediate and peculiar. They appear taken aback, even ashen and solemn. Robprim turns to Chagaluschka and, with great urgency, shouts "Quick!"

They grab me and lead me to a tube-like elevator, which all three of us fit into with no room to spare. We strap into seats, and in an instant we are absolutely flying through a sparsely lit corridor. I get the sense that we are heading downward through some type of chute, subterranean in nature. They confirm this thought, and hit my mind with another packet of knowing.

I instantly unpack it: yes, we are in a pneumatic subterranean transport, an easier way of traveling into the Earth than by using the gold device. And the bite I have just experienced was, in all likelihood, an etheric implant, so strong that I had felt it at the level of my physical body as well.

The etheric implants, I understand, are control and surveillance devices, used by the discarnate Archontic forces and their minions in the physical realm on many individuals on Earth. I had become a person of interest at some point, and the implants were being used not only to monitor me, but expressly to inhibit the full use and expression of my capabilities.

We shoot through the tube, and while I cannot feel any physical movement, I distinctly perceive the visual impression of traveling through a tunnel. Quickly, we arrive at what appears to be a station. It is bright, white, and several human-like entities await our disembarkation. I receive a thought-form: we are deep inside the Earth, in a safe and secure location.

"Welcome. I am Sharalak. You are here to get some assistance with the removal of the etheric implants. Follow me," says a woman dressed all in white.

The four of us walk down a broad hallway that seems to go on endlessly. At some point we turn left, and walk through a wall that phases in and out, just like the cave door, to let us pass. The room holds several large white pods, something like a cross between a medical scanner and a retro egg chair. A whole body would easily fit inside one.

"This is the Light Chamber. We use it for many things, but today we shall use it to remove your implants. I trust that you would like to proceed, and that we have your consent to perform it on you?" she asks.

"What exactly will this do, and why?" I ask.

"You have been tagged by the Archontic forces and thus marked out for special attention. We often see this in those who have gone from being 'awakened,' as you say, to being capable and willing to take specific, direct action as a result of that awakening. The etheric implants, placed at both of your triceps and at your C6 vertebra, are used by the Archontic forces to monitor and influence your thoughts, perceptions, activities, and actions, not just in the physical realm but in the others, such as the etheric and astral planes. The implants do little physical harm to your material body, since they are manifest in the etheric. But they possess a myriad of capabilities that most certainly manifest in the physical. Paramount among these: monitoring your thoughts, altering and entraining your brainwave patterns, and planting false memories and perceptions in your mind. It is a second-level control technique, used on those who cannot be controlled merely by the standard mass-hypnosis techniques to which, sadly, the vast majority unknowingly succumb."

She continues: "We intended to work with you after spending time collecting the intentional telepathic messages you have been sending, the messages in which you have been asking for assistance on how you can help your fellow man. We monitored these transmissions, as you willfully directed them to us, and we felt that your level of consciousness, and your understanding of the forces at work, made you a proper candidate for contact."

"Robprim and Chagaluschka have been assigned as your knowledge mentors. We did not know for certain whether you had yet been tagged with implants, so the meeting place in which you initially made contact was a contrivance within the astral plane."

"So I wasn't really in a cave on the side of the mountain?" I ask.

"Not exactly. You are, however, here within the Earth. In the physical."

"What is the Light Chamber, and what is the removal process?"

"The Light Chamber is a device we will use to cleanse your etheric body of the implants. We'll accomplish this by bathing you in light and sound at a wavelength and frequency which act harmoniously to, in the most basic sense, obliterate the implants housed within your etheric body," Sharalak explains.

"I consent. Let's get rid of them."

The next thing I know, I am inside the Light Chamber, bathed in a pinkish light, with what I can only describe as an angelic chorus ringing in my ears. I get the sense that the device is probing for the exact wavelength and frequency necessary to attain resonance with the implants.

First, I hear and feel a snapping, as the left, then the right, tricep implants are crushed and permanently deactivated. The frequency and color shift a bit, and the intensity builds. I feel a swift release of tension in the back of my neck, accompanied by a sound almost like a footstep in sand. The release is overpowering. Immediately afterward, I feel as if I can breathe much more easily.

The Chamber opens; the three others are all smiles, and I thank them effusively. I may not yet fully appreciate what this means, but I certainly feel a powerful joy at the release from the bonds of the implants.

"Success. To be perfectly honest, we were not sure we would be able to fully remove them. In all cases we are able to at least permanently deactivate them, but oftentimes a remainder of the device stays within the etheric body, somewhat like a tattoo removal on your physical body: not noticeable to the casual observer, but always remaining in some form. Our instrumentation, however, indicates full removal in your case. You might have experienced an almost imperceptible crunching sound as they were fully removed."

"Yes. Especially with the neck one."

"Perfect, that is the toughest to remove. The sound is a reliable confirmation of what the Chamber's instruments tell us. You will henceforth begin to experience things quite differently, not only in the etheric but in all planes. We will need to be vigilant to prevent re-implantation, but if we have your consent, we can offer you a certain level of security across the planes, primarily in the etheric."

"I grant you my consent. I just need to know … who are you? Are you benevolent? And how do I know I am not being deceived?"

"Excellent questions. Since I am merely the expert on the healing side, I shall defer to Robprim and Chagaluschka to address those."

"Thank you. And how may I best extend my gratitude for facilitating this?"

"Your presence, and your desire to fight to defeat the Archontic forces, is more than enough thanks. The war will be best fought with more of your type, and I thank you for your service."

"Very well. I suppose this is goodbye for now?"

"Yes, goodbye for now. Robprim and Chagaluschka will escort you to your embarkation point. I wish you the best."

"Thank you, and goodbye," I say, before turning to leave.

We retrace our steps to the transport car in silence. I have a million questions bubbling up, and I can sense that Robprim and Chagaluschka are unsurprised by this.

We return to the cave, with its beautiful view out over the valley to the southwest. The golden device is there, casting a paradoxically subdued yet brilliant glimmer.

"Well. I guess we've got a lot of work ahead of us?" I ask.

"Indeed. Indeed."

Robprim begins: "We do not wish to push too much just yet, as you will undoubtedly need a brief recovery from the procedure. Let us plan on meeting for more work each night. We will likely begin by working with you as you discover and exercise your implant-free capabilities, such as how to access the astral plane without needing to be asleep. Let us go over all of your questions the next time we meet. We look forward to working with you. I do not believe you yet have any idea who you truly are. But that's jumping way ahead! Let us call it a wrap for now. See you soon, and get some rest. You are going to need it."

With that, I shoot instantaneously back into my physical body, lying comfortably on the lawn under the warm afternoon sun. I get up and go straight to the bathroom to check my triceps in the mirror, looking for any visible trace of the removal. No bite, no scratch, no sting. Nothing. Next, I grab my notebook and a pen, and furiously scribble an account of the experience while it is fresh.

It has been about half a year since these events. In the intervening period, I can say without hesitation that I have frequently interacted with the principal characters, Robprim and Chagaluschka. I have come far, but there is still much to learn. Some of what I have learned I am not yet able to put into words; some of it I am not yet permitted to. I will be adding to this blog on a more frequent basis, focused primarily on what I have learned and experienced since that day in the yard. I look forward to sharing the journey with you.

May you find and keep the truth, life, and light.

~ Ron

Part of V. Contact and Beyond