E104 Kits Implantation

The first thing that happened after we signed up for the program was [1] an introductory lecture on what a SAP was, and [2] the training associated with brain-centering technology. This chapter discusses that subject.

We left the office, then went a short distance down the hall.  We exited the building, crossed the parking lot and entered an adjacent building that was nearby. It was the largest building in the sub-complex and I thus assume that it was the most important.

We opened a side door and went in. We found ourselves in a large dim warehouse.  It was bare for the most part with a few huge objects covered with large canvas tarps off to the sides.
There was a small group of approximately twenty people, all women, clustered around a relatively tall petty officer who was explaining things on a portable chalkboard.  There was another seaman, off to the right, standing against the cement brick wall.
We walked closer to observe, but stayed apart from the group.

We just stood there and watched the presentation.

We missed the beginning of the presentation, but it was easy to follow the lecture.

We listened intently, not quite understanding everything that he was talking about.  While the basic idea was simple, he was using unfamiliar terms, and referring to units and organizations that we knew nothing about, but apparently referred to the audience he was addressing.
He spoke expertly as if he had made this presentation numerous times before.

We walked in on a lecture in process. There in the large room were a group of cute and attractive girls, all that same age was us two AOCS. They were stunning.

The audience, that he was making a presentation to, had nothing to do with us.

They were all female, wearing civilian clothes, and all very attractive.  We walked into a “mother-load” or attractive girls.  They were all beautiful, and ranged from cute to full blown stunning. They were there at the ELF facility for other purposes unrelated to us.

We knew nothing about them and they knew nothing about us.  We were entering one SAP program.  They were entering another.  Both programs were under MAJestic control.  Both programs utilized static portal access. Both programs required us to register our desires.

We listened to the presentation.

He explained to us that we were all joining a special program.
(The name of the program was not given; or if it was, I do not remember it.)  This program was an “Unacknowledged (When questioned; a government official will deny and disavowal knowledge and understanding and existence of the project.) Special Access Program” (U-SAP).

The nature of the program and the tasks that we were involved in required that we be implanted with special memory controlling technology.  As it was explained to us, this was necessary for our own safety.

It doesn’t matter which program that you are in or what role you will have in that program.  Everyone must be implanted with probes in their brain.  Not all probes are the same, and some probes have other functions other than for security.
But, everyone in our class of SAP, absolutely MUST be implanted with a basic kit.

He then looked at me, Sebastian and the Commander.  He nodded at us, and added that some of us would be involved in even more secretive programs.  These were very important programs, and required even more important (or complex) technology.

He called the program that we were to be involved in as a” Waived Unacknowledged Special Access Program” W(U)-SAP.  He said that these programs report to the highest levels of authority and answer to absolutely no one else.

Of course, to us at that time, it was all “Greek” to us and went completely over our heads.

Thus, before we could begin our mission assignment, we needed to be implanted.  And before we can operate with the implants we first need to know how to use them.
Fundamentally, to use them, and unlock their full range of capabilities, you need to be able to focus and control your mind.  Not everyone has had a course in transcendental meditation, and because of this external tools and techniques are used to focus your mind.
The purpose of this was to (more or less) put our mind in “idle”.  We had to turn off random thoughts and random synapses firing, and be able to “calm” the activity in our brain down to a “neutral” level of activity.

Implantation (that he was referring to) is the physical placement of small (I assumed to be computerized) probes inside your brain.  There are different kinds of probes and they come in different forms and styles; known as “kits”.
To use the probes, they had to be engaged, and to engage the probes the mind needed to be “centered”.

The implants, or probes, have different capabilities.

Finally, and most importantly,

All of this caused some concern with the ladies.  However, he reassured them, and told them not to worry.

He said that the strictest protocols were involved and absolutely no one would misuse the program.  Further, access of the probes was by a very rigorous  method that precluded accidental or malevolent abuse.

He specifically told the young ladies that no one would alter their emotional desires unless there were good cause to do so, and that no matter what happens, they would always retain who they were.  Their personality would never be affected.

Finally, he stated that the probes were only used sporadically, and they are never used unless really good reasons justify it.

Further, he assured them that one’s memory is never truly erased. That would require extensive cranial surgery. Instead, the way our brain searches for the memory is altered.  People still remember everything.  All the training, and the missions, are remembered.

However, they lose their significance, their value and their importance. The events become ‘commonplace’.  An example would be like the fifth time when you opened the bathroom door in your grandmother’s house. Remembered, but considered to be unimportant.

Now, not all probes could do this, but ours could.  They monitored temperature, pulse, blood pressure and mental activity.  They also monitored eye movement and what our visual cortex observed, including dreams and thoughts that had a visual component.

If our thoughts accessed the visual cortex they could be observed remotely.  I tell the reader this two times; what we viewed though our eyes was physically observed by our handlers at MAJestic.
Therefore, if I watched a movie, read a book, had sex, or ate a pizza, the handlers, if they were monitoring me, could observe exactly the same things that my eyes saw.

This was twenty years before Bill Clinton (D) became President and started using each and every resource at his fingertips to push his own domestic agenda, often not even knowing what the resources were used for and what impact they would have on other programs. When Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State, it is well known that she surrounded herself with a large number of “special” women who were fiercely loyal to her.
Knowing what I do, I can’t help but muse about the source of this loyalty.

In order for us to best be able to use the probes and utilize their features, we needed to be able to access them.  To do this, we needed to be able to calm and center our mind.  And, to be able to do that, we need to be instructed to use the tools provided to do so.
The probes would not operate efficiently unless the brain and thoughts were “centered”.

There were numerous methods, but the one adopted by the US Navy was the “fiducial” method.

The feducials in the cement blocks was a unique, but important element of the ELF program.   These symbols are used to center, focus and control the mind.

It is a simple and easy system. Throughout the United States are grey cement block buildings, walls, and other structures.  This is a universal and standardized building material in America.  This common building material is used as the focusing medium for the ELF program.
(This is not the case in other nations or countries.  There are different kinds of building materials, bricks, sheet panels, and other building elements too numerous to mention here.  But, in the USA the plain, unadorned, cement block is the most common building element.)

There are two special cement blocks. They are placed side by side. The block on the left contains only one triangle. It is shaped into the mold used to create the block. It is not chiseled in. The second block on the right contains two triangles. One above the other.
Each triangle is one inch long and 1 inch high. It is approximately 1/2 inch deep. The angles on the triangle are oriented in such a way that the left side edge is vertical.  And the other two edges of the triangle are at a 30 degree angles off from the horizontal.
This is true for both blocks.

During the presentation, the seaman standing against the wall, would move his left hand in an open hand gesture to show the fiducial imprints that was being discussed.  He first pointed to the fiducial triangle in the left block.

Then, in short order he took a few steps and then pointed with his open hand to the two right fiducial triangles.  It was a simple method and very easy to understand.

To use the feducial focusing method, you relax your vision. As you do so, the image blurs and the two images superimpose over each other. Such then it appears that there are three triangles in a straight line. One above each other. This is an important relaxation step.
That is because the visual cortex has to be stabilized in order to properly operate the probes.

It wasn’t any more complicated than that.  To operate the probes, the mind must be relaxed by using the feducial triangle relaxation method.

The presentation ended, and the two seamen and their all-female audience left the building.  We three; Sebastian, myself and the Commander, walked forward past where the presentation was held and entered another door, which led into a wide well-lit hallway.
We followed the corridor for a few seconds and found ourselves in a wide open room.  He stepped out for a minute and returned with a Naval doctor and told us that we would be “in good hands”, and that he would return later to get us.

He then left us there.

One of the common identification nomenclatures between differing black project groups is the three triangle symbology.

Obviously, for us, the three triangle symbology refers to the indexing feducials used to focus our attention when entering the primary implantation facility. These symbols are always chiseled into the cement blocks of all facilities that have ELF transmitter access.
(The investigator will find these feducials in the basement walls of certain government and state buildings, intake barracks of prison facilities, military bases, and in certain secure agency buildings.)  In general, where there is a transmitter, the ‘software’ inside the implants can be accessed.

Always, without exception, we need to be activated under controlled conditions. Thus, the feducials are an important part of a mind relaxation technique to harmonize the mind.
As such, those who are using the fiducial triangles to focus upon needs to do so in a secure, safe and private environment.
Typically, in many buildings, this can be achieved by accessing the feducials and transmitter after common working hours, or though the establishment of a safe area through locking the doors and providing a safe environment.

I do not know if this is the same reason that other black project participants identify themselves, but I suspect that it might be.

I make this statement because I know (from the doctor) that some of the other agencies and organizations get implanted and they also need to focus their minds to utilize the calibration routines for the probes.   If you are part of the highest levels of MAJestic, or part of one of the many specialized (associated) SAP programs you will be implanted.  If you are not implanted, the program that you were part of was NOT important enough.
(Although I do not know of the differences from the MAJestic probes and the probes of non-MAJestic operatives.)

What I do know is this.  Make no mistake. If you are a member of MAJestic, you will have the implants, and you WILL be able to use the “key” to access the “portal” door for MWI access and world-line egress.

It is well known that some alphabet groups use a triangle for membership identification.  This is most often shown on a ring with a triangle on it.  Some people state that this indicates allegiance with the illuminati.

Some people claim that it belongs in association with other occult groups.  Still others believe that this is associated with secret societies.  Alternatively, they might claim that it represents “the all seeing eye”.

I know nothing about all of that.  The conspiratorial theories that seem to propagate around the New World Order, and the triangle nomenclature are foreign to me.  I was never asked to join such an organization, nor was I ever exposed to any except peripherally.
As far as I am concerned, the similarity between the three triangle nomenclature and the secret society nomenclature is coincidental at best.

I do not consider myself a member of this or any related organization in any way.  Nor do I know factually if any of the NWO, and secret societies actually exist. While I do believe in conspiracies, and “the deep state”, I can offer no proof that it actually exists.

I had to get my MAJestic probes installed. Then I needed to have a kit of extraterrestrial probes installed.

First, a quick review. Per the earlier lecture where we all stood and listened to the purpose behind the probes. Let’s keep in mind that the probes performed two very important functions.
Firstly, [1] it is a “key” to permit implanted agents entry through a special “door” or portal, and [2] it controlled memory access.

Finally, myself and Sebastian, possessed an additional kit of probes that [3] provided autonomous MWI world-line travel functionality.

So, to enter the program and be a member, we had to have probes implanted in our skulls.  To prevent confusion, it must be understood that the program did not exist to install probes in people’s brains.
But rather, the probe installation was a mandatory feature of membership in the particular program that we were now members of.

All members of our program needed to have probes installed.  This fact was covered in the previous post. This post goes into greater detail as to how the probe insertion procedure was conducted and what was involved.

There were three implementation stations at the facility. Each station consisted of a “off the shelf” industrial / office cubicle.
Within it was an area that consisted of a chair next to a pile of various electromechanical devices, a curved (blank) screen, and a raised control booth.

The control booth was raised up approximately 18 inches above the floor (two steps), and the small slide windows looked down behind the chair where we sat down. There, each station had two techs.
One in the booth and the other making the necessary adjustments to the equipment around us. The one in the booth was a petty officer, while the technician laboring at the station was a seaman.
All three were under the supervision of a lieutenant who was not present for much of the procedure.

These stations were the exact stations that I had visited earlier with my class.  The only difference was that the stations had other equipment arranged in place around the chairs.  And, of course, there were far fewer people.
Only I and my colleague were being implanted at that time.  I was assigned the middle implantation station, and my colleague was assigned to the third station.

After the lecture about the feducials, the Commander walked us over to the office area.

We passed through the (outer) office area and found ourselves in a large room with a row of cubicles to one side.  This was the ELF implantation facility.  The Commander walked us over to the row of implantation cubicles.
There were three cubicles, and I was assigned to the middle one.

These were the same cubicles that I was evaluated in two weeks earlier.  Except at that time, I was evaluated in the last one in the far corner.  He introduced me to the crew who would be placing the implants in my skull and then left.    The team consisted of two people.

Both were seamen.  Both acted like they had done this task many times before.  They, like everyone on the base, had a name badge, but I do not remember the names at all.

After the Commander left, one of the seaman weighed me.  We walked to a scale that was standing against the wall outside of the cubicles.  I walked up onto the scale.  He weighed me.
Then he instructed me to sit on the chair outside the booths and went to get me a cup of orange juice.  There was a windowed room at right angles to the array of implantation cubicles.
Through the window I was able to watch him measure out a mixture of powder according to the chart on a clear plastic-sheeted document.  He then took the powder off the table, and mixed it with some orange juice.

He then gave me the cup and watched me drink it.  When I was finished he gave me a Dixie cup of water (from the water fountain on the wall) to wash down the juice.  Then he told me to follow him to the middle implantation cubicle, and sit down.

As explained previously, the implantation booth was an industrial grade cubicle with a raised control booth.  A lone chair sat in the middle of the booth facing a curved white screen.  The control booth had windows that overlooked the chair from the back.

To enter the control booth door you needed to walk up two steps, as the booth was raised one or two feet off the ground.  There were a number of mechanical devices and apparatus of mysterious purposes parked inside the cubicle.
Most had a covering on them to protect them from dust.

Next to the entry way to the cubicle was a small table, and on it rested a number of items.  This included some tubes of mysterious purpose, tubing, electrical powered dental drills and saws.

A very small ball peen hammer, a selection of chisels, medical grade pliers, stainless steel picks and probes of strange appearance with files, and small jars with various liquids.

There was a small pile of blue-green medical hand towels folded nicely, and a number of stainless steel implements all resting on a blueish-green cloth covered stainless steel tray.
There was also a box of (blue) disposable medical gloves, and a few note books on the table as well.

The floor had duct tape marking where the chair should be positioned, and was roomy enough to permit those working on the implantation procedure to move about freely and easily.   It was well lit from the fluorescent lighting above in the ceiling.

Aside from that, it was a rather plain and unadorned space.  It was purely a functional space, designed from off the shelf componentry and intended for the sole purpose of implanting probes and sensors.
The probably obtained the components from a Granger catalog or a McMaster-Carr catalog.

At that point I was told to sit down into the chair inside the implantation cubicle.  It was a simple plain fiberglass chair made popular in the late 1970’s.  This was the iconic mass produced chair that was standard in offices and waiting rooms around the world.

He then handed me a warm, moist hand-cloth to wipe my face and head with.  I was instructed to use to wash my face and head with it.  I followed his instructions exactly.  When I was done, I handed it back to him, and he threw it in a small laundry basket near the door.

Reaching over to the side table he picked up a large tube of gel.   This must be the largest tube of gel that I have ever seen.  It looking like a tube of toothpaste for a giant.  Indeed, it was the largest tube of conductive jelly that I have ever seen in my life.
It held perhaps 750 ml of opaque conductive jelly.

He squeezed a generous amount on to my head and lathered it on completely.  Then, he obtained what looked like an old fashioned latex swimming cap (also known as a skull cap).  It was a light orange color, and had an array of copper plated metal studs embedded in it.
There must have been about one hundred studs all told.  Next to each stud, in black ink, was an alpha numerical designation.

But there was a problem.  My head was too small.  The cap was meant for a larger size head, and no matter how tightly they adjusted the chin band that held the cap in place, there was always a gap or space that indicated that it wasn’t fitting very well.
I told them that it was just fine, and to proceed anyways.  But they said no, and after about one half an hour of adjustments, they removed the cap and went to get a smaller one.

The seaman was gone for perhaps forty minutes when he returned with a smaller cap.  This was identical to the fist cap, except that it was smaller and was a light green color.
He said, “Ok, now this should work much better.” And put it on my head after applying more of that conductive jelly.
He strapped the cap tightly around my chin, and then added “this is going to take a while…”, as he grabbed a long black cable that protruded from the control booth.

The cable was long and black, approximately one inch in diameter.  One the end of it protruded a bundle of perhaps one hundred wires, all around 26 gauge in diameter.  Some of the wires were red, others yellow, some blue, while some were striped.
Attached to each wire was a small label or tiny flag with an alpha numerical designation on it.

He affixed the cable in place with a holder specifically designed to support the wire harness.  Then he began the tedious and arduous process of matching each wire with a corresponding connector in inside the skull cap that was on my head.
This was a long process, and easily took 45 minutes, if not longer.  Eventually, he was able to complete his task.  When he finished he went out for a drink of water at the water fountain outside, then returned.

The first step was the mapping of my brain.  Everyone’s brain is different.  Not only physically, but how it operates as well.  The way it is constructed is partly due to genetics, but also it is wired through life experiences.
Therefore, everyone had to obtain a personal map of their brain.

The seaman went over to the side of the implantation cubicle and removed an opaque vinyl plastic cover from the donut shaped contraption that I had used earlier.
(Please refer to a different post.) He wheeled it behind my chair, being careful not to dislodge any of the wires that he carefully affixed to my skull cap.

He then lowered the metal donut carefully around my head, making absolutely certain that the wires were not dislodged in any way.  He double checked the connections for all of the wires, as well as for the bulk cables that ran to the device.
Once everything was in place he went into the control booth and told me to relax.

After a couple of minutes, the program began.

I couldn’t see anything because the dark grey colored donut was blocking my view.  But that quickly changed.  Initially, there was a flashing of lights like an extremely bright strobe that appeared.
It flashed very quickly and then it was replaced with the same kind of electronic “snow” that I had experienced earlier (discussed elsewhere).  This continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly the snow disappeared, and was replaced with a kind of pastel landscape.

It is difficult to describe being able to see things, but having your actual eyes non-functional.  What was going on was that the “circuit” from my eyes to my brain was interrupted.
Instead of receiving electrical signals depicting the outside world from my eyes, I saw a computer generated image that was spliced into my optical nerves from the control booth.  What I saw was artificial, contrived and strange to me.

 
Remember that this was 1981, and computer monitors were just being sold.  They were mostly black and green, and color monitors depicting pictures, images and landscapes was unheard of.

What I “saw” was an expansive pastel colored map.

The baseline colors seemed to be yellows, greens and reds.  This undulating landscape had bright red edges and seemed to be composed of areas of high and low elevations.
It almost looked like the topography of one’s brain, or that of some kind of artistic version of a gently rolling terrain.
I was intensely interested in the outer edges of this landscape because the colors there were no longer pastel shade, but rather harsh right reds and oranges.

I was taught how to explore this map with my mind.  I could pan across it rather easily.  First, they showed me a cross hair reticle.  This appeared in the center of my vision.

Then, they instructed me to “follow” the movement of the reticle as they moved it from the control booth.  I was able to do this successfully.  They had me move it left, right, and then to the top and to the bottom of the pastel landscape.

The key was to be able to move the reticle over specific areas.  Also, to know what the areas were, and how to find the key and important target locations on that pastel map.  The most important exercise at this time was to locate the epiphysus cerebri on the map.

This is a rather smallish endocrine gland located central to the brain.  My task was to locate it, and then to be able to move the reticle crosshairs on over it.

Once I proved that I could do this, they had me run through the exercise two or three times to demonstrate that I could repeatedly do this.

Whenever I diverted my attention off the goal and task, they rebuked me.  Truly, and honestly,  I was very interested in the edges of the pastel map with the deep red and orange colors, but the exploration of that region would have to wait for some other time.
So with a sigh, I repeated all the tasks that they gave to me, and completed my task assignments.

At the conclusion of this stage of the procedure, the field was shut off, and my eyes regained normal sight.  I could see the inside of the large dark grey donut again.

In short order, the large donut around my head was removed.  Followed by the removal of the equipment surrounding me.

They removed the wires from my skullcap, and then after securing the cable, removed the skull cap as well.  I was given a towel to wipe my head with and another warm damp one to wash it a second time to be clean.
After drying my head, I was given a couple of sips of water and I was able to get up and walk about for a few minutes before the next phase of the process began.  I didn’t go very far.

The water fountain was right next to the observation window where the orange juice was mix, and there wasn’t really anything to do outside of the cubicle.

It was just a plain ordinary office space.

Core to the program was the implantation of special devices inside our skulls. Depending on the individual and the mission, different devices were used. For me, I had 7 devices implanted inside my sensor motor area, and the parietal lobe.
These seven probes consisted of two “kits”.  One kit consisted of five probe sensors.  The other kit consisted of three sensors.

For me, this was done by medical specialists at the ELF labs inside the Naval Aerospace Medical Institute (NAMI) located at Naval Air Station Pensacola, Florida in early June of 1981.

I did not realize any of this until much later.  At the time I was told that there would be seven probes or sensors placed.  I was not told what their purposes were or how they worked.  I was not told that they were parts of two different “kits”.
All this information came much later after reading about them in (deleted).  At this time, the information given to me was very scant.  I was told the absolute bare minimum of what I needed to know.

I waited about while the techs ran errands outside.  There wasn’t much to do, so I just sat down in the chair and waited.  I took some more sips of water, and looked about.  But I was pretty much alone in that section of the building.
Even my colleague; Sebastian was nowhere to be found.

Got up and walked around outside.  For a while, I sat in a chair that was located outside the implantation booths. (Hoping that I would meet up with Sebastian so that we could compare notes.)  I then got up and went back into the booth and sat down in “my” chair.

After a half an hour wait, the techs brought in the probes to be implanted. There were seven of them in a small clear glass vial. I was permitted to look at them in the vial but was told not to touch the vial.
The vial itself was about 3/4 inch long and about 1/16 to 1/32” in diameter.

Inside were seven small grey black spheres. Each one was about 45% the diameter of a standard BB. I was told that these were “more specialized than that which was given to embassy personnel”, and that they had even greater capabilities and abilities than any of the “other” kits.

I was also told that my probes were very special and very unique and had an amazing array of capabilities.

At this point, they sat me back in the chair and began to pull out a scaffolding kit that was tucked away in the corner of the cubicle.

It was on wheels, but designed so that it could be secured into bolted holes in the concrete floor.  He moved the scaffolding to my chair and began to assemble it.  The frame slid into an array of bolted holes in the concrete.
It was assembled through an array of wing nuts, knurled knobs, and screwed levers.

The metal was business-like and cold, being composed of black anodized aluminum with gun metal finish steel rod components.  Once completed the frame looked like a cage that surrounded me.  It did not take a lot of time to assemble, because it was designed to be easy to setup.

At the top of the framework was a curious arrangement of posts that were designed to hold my head securely in place.  This framework had attachment points that rested on my shoulders, bolted to the scaffolding nearby, and also bolted directly to my head.

The seaman adjusted the posts and the nuts so that my head would be firmly fixed inside the vise-like grip of the scaffold.  It was true that I couldn’t move my head at all.  So I just sat there immobile.

Even though my hair was abnormally short, the tech took out a disposable razor and shaving cream and shaved the top of my head.  This didn’t take too long, and he quickly cleaned up the top of my head; mopping up the shaving debris with a small hand towel.

At that point while I sat in the chair, they washed my head yet again, and cleaned it up. This was done with soap and water.  Again he dried it with his towel and tossed it aside.
They used a massive Q-tip that looked like some kind of (midget sized) medieval torch to apply this reddish chemical to my skin. I think it was Iodine. Then, they gave me a local anesthetic.  This was applied through injection at the top of my scalp.
The tech took a few minutes to allow the anesthetic to work and then moved a number of tools and implements next to me.

For about 2 hours he cut and drilled a hole in my skull.

While it did not hurt, explicitly, due to the local anesthetic, I could feel the vibrations as they worked on my skull.  I felt him cut a flap of skin away, then I felt them drill and chip away at my skull.  They actually did chip.
They used a hammer and a chisel to do so, though most of their work was with a small drill.  It was similar to a Dremel tool.
(While I do not know the size of the hole that they created, I assume that it must have been around 10 mm in diameter.)  The drilling took a relatively long time; at least an hour.
By the time he was done with all the drilling, and chipping and blowing away the bits and pieces (with an air hose), I was exhausted.

Once that was completed, the tech left to get another seaman to help him.  I just sat there.  There wasn’t much that I could do; being bolted to the frame such as I was.

About five minutes later they returned, and together they carried in this enormous mystery contraption into the cubicle area.

The tech absolutely needed another person to help carry it in.  It was that large.  It was about one and a half yards long and about one yard high.  It was only about three inches thick though.

It looked like a big bronze protractor with a swivel mounted gun on it. The “gun” was a small cylindrical contraption that looked a little like an old fashioned telescope.  (The kind that sailors used to carry aboard ships.)

Together, they lifted the device up to a metal frame scaffolding that was attached to the chair that I sat in, and bolted it tight so that I was unable to move at all.  This entire procedure is known as Stereotactic surgery.
The device used to perform this procedure, the big protractor and swivel gun, is called a Stereotaxy Frame.

The probes were injected into the hole in my skull using this method. Only one hole was required. The probes were shot into the hole using a different vector and different force.

At this point, the petty officer went to have an officer approve of the setup.  He came back with the officer about five minutes later.  The lieutenant looked over the setup and arrangement.
He studied the headgear and adjusted the device so it would be exactly over the hole in my head, and so the cylindrical section was set up with the proper angle and alignment.  Once he gave the approval and signed the clipboard, he left.

When they had everything set up, and I was just sitting there calmly strapped and bolted to this huge metal contraption the techs went outside for a break.
That lasted perhaps ten minutes and when they arrived they brought me a glass of water (with a straw) to take a few sips from.  They were, all in all, pretty decent folk; just doing a job that they had obviously done many, many times earlier.

(Though, from all indications, with a different type of set of probes. For Sebastian and my probes were “special” and “unique“, whatever the heck that meant.)

Using this device, they shot the probes into my skull. Each probe had a different force and trajectory, thus they were all located in different regions of my brain. Though, they all used the single entry hole in my skull.
Before each firing of the probe into the skull they checked and then rechecked the coordinates, as well as having a second sailor verify that the gun was aimed correctly.  It was important that the probes be fired exactly correctly to the exact coordinates.

When it was time for my first implantation, they told me to be alert and to not be afraid.  They said that I would be startled.  They warned me that I would feel a slight jolt and hear a loud bang and not to be afraid.

Yeah.

But the jolt and noise was so startling that I yelled out when the first one was shot into my skull.   The seaman yelled at me, and I apologized, because it was after all very startling.  (I really don’t even remember me yelling, but I do remember being rebuked for doing so.)  After that, the other probes weren’t so bad, but still quite disconcerting.

There were seven probes, and thus there were seven different angles and forces that the probes were shot with.  The first one was the worst, but not by very much.  By the time the third probe was shot, I was getting tired of the process and wanted it to end.
Actually, I thought that there would be just five probes, but for me, there were seven probes that were implanted in my brain.  It seemed to take a long time to inject them.  Honestly after the fifth probe, I was really ready to call it quits.

I was getting fatigued having these things shot into my brain, and even though it wasn’t painful, it was tiring.  I just wanted the implantation process to end. Each time, the process of aiming the injector had to be precisely conducted.
Eventually, I endured the remaining probes and the petty officer came and told me that it was over.  (Finally!)

I never felt any pain at all during this process.  The nerves that were part of the skin on my head were numbed by the local anesthetic, and there were no nerves inside my brain.
So when the pellets where shot inside my skull I felt no pain, just the sound of the gun, and a momentary awareness of a jolt.

He and another seaman removed the gigantic projector from the frame and carried it away.  Then he closed the flap of skin up, and washed my head with a wash towel and dried it properly.  Finally, he applied a small Band-Aid to the top of my head over the hole.
Then, he unbolted my head from the frame scaffolding, and rolled it away.  I was able to get up to stretch my legs, but I still had to stick close to the implantation cubicle.  So I went and got a squirt of water from the water fountain, and waited for them to return.

As strange as it might seem, from my point of view it was as if nothing had happened.  I had just had brain surgery, and I was walking around like everything’s just normal.  It amazes me when I think about it.

After a while they returned, and I sat down back into my seat.  But this time things were different.  There was no wired skull cap put on my head, nor was there the need for the metal donut.  I sat in the chair peacefully, and they told me to look straight ahead.
I knew what to expect.  So I waited patiently in the chair.

Suddenly I saw a flashing of strobe lights and I lost control of my sight.  This was immediately replaced with the pastel map that I had seen earlier.  All this occurred without a wired skull cap or metal donut surrounding my head.

The significance of this event should not be underestimated.  Without any external device or machine, the U.S. Navy was able to control what I was able to see with my eyes.
They had tapped into my brain, and could impart images and communication routines that only I and they could observe.  To an outsider, I just looked like a person sitting in a chair.
But, in truth, I was observing and participating in a great deal of activity that no one but I could see.

What I “saw” was a reticle cross hair that was in the middle of the pastel map.  They asked me to move it to the key feature area that I had practiced so many times earlier.
Like the trials that I had conducted earlier, I successfully was able to move the cursor to the strange feature on the pastel map (which I now know is the pituitary gland, or hypophysis in the brain.).

I find it very curious, now, that I could visualize the pituitary gland as a small tunnel or hole like a bridge.  But the visualization was really that of a bony structure called the sella turcica of the sphenoid bone.

To make sure that I could do this successfully, they would move the reticle to some other location on the map, and have me move it back to its rightful and proper location.  Again, I had to do this a number of times to verify that I could do so repeatedly.

Once I was able to demonstrate that I could do this, the field was turned off.  And I was permitted to walk about.  Of course, my eyesight returned back to normal with the field off.  Everyone left the area, and I found myself alone.
Because I finished earlier than the other Aviation Officer, I waited outside the cubicles on some plain plastic chairs and I drank a cup of orange juice that one of the techs gave me.
Shortly afterwards, my colleague was also finished, and thus we waited together wondering what was going to happen next.

The size and complexity of the probes betrayed their origin.

In 1981 there was absolutely no possible way that complex electronics of any type could fit into tiny ball no bigger than an ants head.  At that time, we were using calculators of increasing complexity, but most electronic devices that we know of today did not exist.

Telephones were still connected to the walls with wires.  Many still had rotary dials instead of push button keypads.

Tape recorders were huge and used actual magnetic tape.  Video cameras were enormous and were the size of a small backpack.
Computers were still mostly available as kits that you could build, or as large mainframe computers with printout readers instead of phosphorescent screens.

The computer language that I learned in college was called APL, though both FORTRAN and BASIC were just then being developed.
All of this was indicative of an emerging electronics revolution, but in no way could it be considered mature enough to develop the (tiny) probes that were implanted into my skull.

I do not know of how these probes were developed, nor who worked on the systems, processes and procedures that revolved around them.
The fact that there were “families” of different probes with differing capabilities implied that a great deal of research, development, and time and effort went into them.

Never the less, while it is possible that they were wholly independently developed by a cadre of scientists working on the control of the human mind. I now know that this was not the case.  The actual and real truth is far more interesting.
This is, that the root technology, and programming of the implanted probes, were all wholly synthesized from extraterrestrial technology.

Now, the reader must appreciate that I do not know the full story of the probes, nor their development.

I do not know when the work began on this aspect of technology, nor who authorized it.  But, I do know something about the probes themselves.  Something that even those who were in control of the entire probe implantation program did not know.
This knowledge is an important part of why this information is being disclosed now.

Those individuals who lead the black-budget research into extraterrestrial technology were human, like you and I.  They understood the potential danger of using extraterrestrial technologies, and were concerned that they might be used in a negative way.
They never fully trusted their extraterrestrial allies, but somehow the thought never crossed their mind that the extraterrestrials that provided this technology to them might have other agendas that they might want to implement.

All American made computers and software today have “back-door” access enabling various American alphabet organizations to bypass security protocols, and passwords.
In a similar way, the extraterrestrials who gave this technology to the United States government also have unrestricted access to the brains of those implanted.  And, that my readers is exactly what happened.

The extraterrestrial species that helped provide this technology to MAJestic did so with the knowledge that they could access it at will.
Thus, they could not only monitor the “feed” and activities of those so implanted, but they could also control their actions, memories and emotions.

Consider the operation of such devices.  What do the extraterrestrials think about the operation of the devices?  What do the human engineers and scientists think about how these devices operate?

What the probes are, and how they work, are not what the United States scientists and technical experts think.  Their understanding of the nature of the probes is simplistic and basic.  They are functional, and elaborate, from a physical understanding.
But the vast bulk of their capabilities are quantum in nature, and this understanding has eluded the scientists and researchers using them.  These probes have a number of abilities and capabilities that far outstrip those that the researchers know about.

The ELF probes are quantum devices with a small physical manifestation.

When installed they modify the brain and its activity in a huge way.  Not so much on the physical dimensional plane, but rather on the quantum spheres of influence.  They increase the human (which is limited) quantum sphere into a greater, or more substantial one.
This adds an amount of additional quantum appendages, or appliances to the human so implanted.  This gives the implanted human a greater range of abilities.

One of the primary purposes of this improved quantum sphere is to make the human quantum cloud compatible with the quantum sphere of another extraterrestrial race.  Thus adding the host human into a sort of quantum cloud collective.
This runs counter to what the military thinks the system works.  In their view the probes are merely an elaborate communication tool.  They are incorrect.

Core kit two probes go even further and provide inter-dimensional autonomous access ability.

Those of us, implanted with the two probe kits and entangled with the drones, have a special understanding of the nature of the extraterrestrial allies that we worked with.  It is a significant departure from what the implanted probes are supposed to be capable of.
By entangling our souls through use of the two probe kits, we actually are able to share and experience a part of the extraterrestrial hive memory repository.  From there, they can communicate to us directly without having the need to activate the ELF field.
We can instantaneously understand what they might want us to do; what actions to take, and why it is important.

This is but a part of a larger effort that originates from our extraterrestrial allies and is not associated in any way with the United States government.  In our world nothing is truly unexpected, but rather it all fits in with a larger plan.
There are plans within plans, within plans.