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Timeline 2003: A message from Sanat Kumara

from the November 2002 Star Beacon

By Jelaila Starr

Written Oct. 18, 2002

      Itís 2:22 a.m. on Oct. 16, 2002. I wake from a very vivid, very clear and disturbing dream. Itís not just another vivid dream, itís a downloaded packet of information that I need to write about. At the time I donít know who has sent it, only that I need to write it up. I lay awake thinking about it, feeling the pain in my heart chakra, still so intense.

     Itís some time in 2003. I am a ball of consciousness observing the events on Earth. There is talk in the media about short-term memory loss that has grown to epidemic proportions. Some speculate that it is being caused by solar flare activity, others by the increase in genetically engineered food.

Regardless of the reason, it is causing massive problems in many areas. What was once considered funny and the source of numerous jokes and main themes of TV sitcoms is no longer so. People are literally going crazy from the emotional turmoil and stress. Drug stores, which have seemingly sprung up in record numbers on street corners in every city and town in America, are experiencing record sales in Prozac and other drugs used to medicate and calm the stressed-out population.

     I am shown what is causing the memory loss; it is the ELF waves (waves of extremely low electromagnetic radiation), in which the population is being immersed. These ELF waves are set to alter the brain in such a way as to disrupt its ability to move memory from short term to long term, and the effect is devastating.

     I see a large tower and antennae in a remote location whose beam is being directed into each town by smaller towers. I recognize this technology as scalar wave technology and this is the HAARP project. Amazingly, the experts wonít reveal this to the people and they are too drugged and distracted to figure it out for themselves.

Scene change:

     I see TV moguls and the owners of large stores meeting with men in black suits. They are promised great wealth if they go along with the "plan." The "plan" is to use TV advertising to distract the population and put them in perpetual financial debt. They turn up the HAARP machine, stress the people to the breaking point by causing them to temporarily lose their short-term memory, and when they are ready to break, they beam a message to them that they need to watch TV and a certain ad. This ad tells them what they must consume next.

     I watch as people, like programmed robots, mindlessly converge on the store selling that item. I recall a scene some years ago at Christmas time, when parents nearly fought each other to get a Cabbage Patch doll for their child. But this is far worse.

     The people have small microchips in their forearms that make it convenient for them topurchase the desired item. They have willingly accepted this chip because it not only makes it easier for them to purchase goods and services, it enables them to locate their lost children, find their car and remember who they are - problems that have reached epidemic proportion.

     And to medicate the guilt and shame that accompany losing a child you forgot to pick up at school or that car you simply donít recall parking, they are prescribed copious amounts of high-potency drugs.

     The war on drugs is over because the most powerful ones are now legal and as easy to obtain as candy. Everyone is taking the drugs for memory loss because the drugs keep them emotionally calm. In fact, if youíre not on drugs, youíre considered a threat to society.

     End of dream segment.

New dream segment:

     I am watching a plane take off from a military base in the U.S., headed for a distant location on the other side of the world. It lands in what appears to be the biggest high-rise office building I have ever seen. Several regiments of soldiers walk down the ramp at the back of the plane. There is much flashing of camera bulbs from the reporters. This is a major event being shown in every country in the world.

     The last to deplane are the military officers. There is much pomp and ceremony. Each wears the insignia of a branch of the military. There are six that I can see. As each general steps forward, the name of his branch is called and the crowd cheers. Then, much to my surprise, a seventh general steps out of the plane. He is wearing a navy blue swastika on his uniform. They announce him as the general of the Fourth Reich! I am so horrified that for a moment I cannot breathe. I realize what this means. Nazi Germany has risen again... and it will be worse than ever before!

     I close my eyes, trying to shut out this vision. I donít want this to be real, but it is. The young soldiers are cheering this news. I look more closely at them, suspicious as to why they would welcome such a thing. I peer at their faces and see that their expressions are somehow unnatural. They act like the Chatty Cathy doll I had as a child. You pull her string and she talks.

     I quickly understand that they are all in some kind of mild hypnotic trance. These young men have been brainwashed. Iím told to look closely at their uniforms. I discover that each has been injured in some way.

     Some have broken arms and others have broken legs. They received these injuries during a prior military engagement and each was brainwashed while in the military hospital. I marvel at the clever way their uniforms were designed to conceal their broken bodies. These boys are no more than 18 or 19 years old.

     Once again my attention is directed to the plane. I notice that it has a large cloth covering it. They remove the cloth with a grand sweep to reveal the symbols of the new Fourth Reich painted all over it. I look back at the ecstatically cheering soldiers while a voice comes over the loud speaker, telling us about the plan they have devised. It will entail a battle inwhich these young boys will fight. They will have media coverage of the entire event.

     Unbeknownst to the naÔve public, each boy will die in this battle. The unsuspecting parents will witness the horror and pain of their sonís death on their TV screens. It is such a bizarre and cruel plan that my mind recoils from the thought of it.

     This battle has been planned to incite the population to a frenzy of anger and revenge, calling for the Fourth Reich to exact justice and stop the brutality that has been ongoing for some time. The Fourth Reich is given all the power that they need to crush the enemy once and for all, an enemy the Fourth Reich has created, funded and trained for this purpose.

     My attention is directed again to the plane. They are turning it to move it out into the hall.As they move the plane, it crushes anyone in the way, but the men donít seem to care. Just as the nose of the plane reaches the hallway (this room is at the end of a long hallway in this gigantic building), it suddenly turns into a black horse. They have him by the bridle.

     As he walks into the hall, he sees a cat sitting in the corner. No one can see this cat but the horse. The cat tells him what is really going on. The horse decides he wants nothing to do with this plan and begins rearing and bucking to escape from the men holding him. The dream ends as I see him break free and run down the hall.

     My heart is hurting because I know that no matter how far he runs, how many floors he runs up and down, he will never get out of that building. He is a prisoner...just like the population.

     I wake with a start, my heart hurting because I realize what the dream means. The horse represents our willpower and the building is the frequency fence around earth. No matter how much we use our willpower to fight, as long as we use external force our willpower will not be enough to free us from the grid. We are all prisoners, just like the young boys and the population in the dream.

     For two days I sat with this dream, not knowing how to write about it, yet knowing that I must. I had started another article while in Denver doing a Galactic Training Level One workshop but didnít finish it. I picked it up to attempt to finish it yesterday. Today, after an impromptu nap, I understood what I needed to do. The article and the dream belonged together.

     I also realized who sent me the dream packet. It was Sanat Kumara.

     Though this dream was full of hopelessness, I realized why Sanat Kumara sent it to me. He did so to remind me that we do have a way out, but it is not by fighting with our external technology. We can only succeed by using our inner technology, a gift given only to the human race. One that makes us immune to anything put in the "Chip" and to the ELF waves coming out of HAARP.

     Using this inner technology, we can free ourselves from this dimension and the frequency fence around it, because we will be using the most powerful technology in the universe. Sanat Kumara is the ascended master of the Orion Humans, and the spiritual Logos of Earth who works in tandem with Sananda of the Sirius B Humans.Together they head up the Christos Office, the management office of Earth, located on Venus. Sanat Kumara has a long history with worlds held imprisoned by frequency fences - he freed himself from one. As a result, he knows the way out of a 3D frequency fence. He explained that something similar to this happened in Orion to the humans from Sirius B who had colonized there. They were imprisoned in a frequency fence much like the one we are in today and that used the same ELF/scalar wave technologies. Sanat K discovered the way out of this frequency fence, becoming the first to use this method to obtain freedom, thus creating a template* within that fence/grid for others to use.

     While writing the current book, Greetings from Nibiru, Sanat K. requested that I share his story in the book. As a result we got to know each other a lot better. Sanat said that it was imperative that he send me this dream because the events he showed me could most likely occur in 2003 and, therefore, we have little time to prepare.

     Because the population has begun to awaken, thanks to 9/11, the Global Elite must now resort to stronger tactics to keep us imprisoned. Before they used peer pressure to keep us in line. To ask questions meant one risked being ridiculed and rejected, but that is not the case any longer.

     The Presidentís attempts to enforce the powers given to the Homeland Security Office have met with great resistance from the American people; something Iím not sure they expected. As a result they are preparing to use more lethal tactics. Have you noticed the amount of EMF towers that are being built all over the country? Like drug stores, they are popping up everywhere and at an alarming rate. These towers can more accurately direct the ELF waves of HAARP to their designated targets. What better way to keep us in line than to mess with our minds using scalar wave technology? But letís not despair, because there is a way out, the way used by Sanat Kumara; itís through the heart; itís through compassion...using the 9D compassion Grid, the gift from those who sacrificed their lives in the events of 9/11.

     Next month The Star Beacon will publish the article I began in Denver (yes, it was inspired by Sanat Kumara, too). Are you aware that Denver will be the Western capital of the New World Order, the Fourth Reich?


Jelaila Starr is a messenger from the Galactic Federationís Nibiruan Council. She is a gifted channel, teacher and author of We are the Nibiruans and Bridge of Reunion. Through her lectures, workshops, and articles, Jelailaís message has touched the hearts of people around the globe providing hope, inspiration, and understanding. As a psychic/intuitive counselor, Jelaila works with individuals to assist them with emotional clearing, healing relationships, and DNA Recoding. Jelailaís unique approach enables her clients to clearly discover who they are, what they came to do and how to achieve it. Jelaila can be reached at 816/444-4364. E-mail: Jelaila@ (Web site:

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