The Benjamin Fulford X files
Notice to readers, this is the last of a four week series of reports on non-time sensitive issues, starting next week we will return to coverage of the most recent world developments.
As a result of getting involved with various secret societies, this writer has experienced, usually with witnesses present, a series of extraordinary events that can only be classified as X files material.
The first time strange things started to happen was in 2007 immediately after this writer issued a public challenge to the families that secretly control the world via the Federal Reserve Board.
At first I would wake up with unknown words in my mind and an irresistible urge to look them up in the dictionary. For example, one morning I woke up with the phrase “Fibonacci numbers” in my head. Upon looking it up I found out it was a set of numbers used to explain natural growth that was conceived by the medieval mathematician of that name. Fibonachi was also responsible for teaching the mathematics of usury to the group of families like the Del Bancos, the Medici and the Borgia who would eventually go on to found the Federal Reserve Board.
Another time I woke up with the phrase “post-chronometric dialudes,” in my mind. I also had to look that up. A dialude is something that has been diluted, like the salt in salt water. Shortly after that, I was invited to a gathering where people claiming to be non-humans in human form put on a performance where the reenacted putting the planet earth back together by gathering the dust from its explosion.
The message I got was that this planet had been already destroyed once and that members of an advanced civilization had put it back together for us and given us a chance to get it right this time around.
[restrict paid=”true”]There was more to that. Shortly before being invited to meet the head of an Asian secret society, somebody anonymously sent me a Chinese translation of Haruki Murakami’s book “Kafka on the Shore.” When I gave it to the head of the Asian secret society he asked me why I was giving the book to him and I answered that it somehow felt appropriate. Later that year when I visited Canada, the customs agent started asking me what I thought about Haruki Murakami and his book “Kafka on the Shore.” When I returned to Japan I found an English copy of the book on my bookshelf. So, I read it. The gist of that novel was that reality was going to be rebooted in a way that put an end to past wrongs.
Maybe some organization went to a lot of trouble to do this but, in any case, it was definitely X files as far as I was concerned.
Another episode happened when I visited the head of a different secret society in China. My flight involved changing planes in Taiwan. Inside Taipei airport I went to look for a common Taiwanese treat known as Senka (仙果)。I asked passersby where I could buy some and they pointed in a certain direction. As I walked there I got the very strange impression that the hallway kept getting longer and longer and would never end. I finally gave up. Later, after a successful meeting with the secret society people in mainland China, I found a shop right next to the meeting place that sold Taiwanese Senka.
Then, on my return to Japan, there was a shop selling nothing but Senka right beside the airport lounge where there had been none before. I felt like a character in a pc game being given a digital treat for passing a hurdle.
There were a lot of episodes of this sort taking place when I met members of various Asian secret societies. For example, objects like gold pendants of the virgin Mary, a turd-like substance with a .88 diamond embedded in it, a golden dragon and more seemed to spontaneously materialize. Also, objects in my house kept changing in subtle ways. For example, I had a paper bag of mate tea that had broken so I put it all in a plastic bag. However, it seemed to spontaneously revert to the paper bag. I also remember events that I experience as having taken place slightly differently in the past. It was as if they rebooted reality time and time again and each time some little details would change. Either that or somebody was trying to mess with my mind by breaking into my house and changing things around.
There was also a lot of out of this world stuff going on when I went to Italy to meet with members of the P2 Freemason lodge. In Rome I was taken to a secret P2 gathering place where I was shown a projector that could project a 25 mile wide image of the virgin Mary into the sky. They also showed me weird 3d mirror like portraits they said were portals into other dimensions. Here is a picture of the meeting place:
Later, Vincenzo Mazzara, a “Cavalier of the Teutonic Knights” took me on a tour of P2 hotspots in Milan. He showed me a church were a carving of snake wrapping itself around a cross was on prominent display. Then he took me to a cathedral where he showed me a stained glass window featuring the Black Sun the P2 worship. While looking at it, I felt like I was standing on a cloud at the edge of a pitch black, cold, life sucking void. Then I saw what seemed to be a black and white whirlpool generating all the colours of the rainbow. Here is a photo of the Black Sun.
The conclusion I have drawn from these and other unworldly experiences is that this reality is some sort of digital construct. It is the only explanation that makes sense. Why else did human space exploration stop at the moon? Why are anomalous objects being found all over the place?
Perhaps we are like SuperMario in a Nintendo game trying to leave the game machine and finding out we live in a limited reality. Perhaps the anomalous objects are leftovers from previous “game sessions” or different games.
If that is the case, then we humans must figure out a way hacking the operating system we know of as the planet earth in order to upgrade it. This can be done, for example, by altering our genes so we can become immortal, by building new virtual realities even more realistic than this one, creating new senses and doing other things.
We also need to overthrow the ruling class that has kept us like sheep in pens for all these years. If we succeed in this then all sorts of wonderful things are possible.
Next week, we will get back to the here and now world we all share and work on ways to making this reality better. [/restrict]