I found the passageway that has no door, along a path that has no floors. It leads me to a new place I’ve seen before but not in this life this place adored!
Red Ball Jets by Gary Kesling
Like full size football players. They were darkly dressed, looking wider and wider as I scanned them, from foot to their heads. Each looking very much, the same. They all had, what looked like, either helmets or head gear, but not face guards, or simply oversized heads. I never could see eyes or even faces. But they always kept coming, and their feet seemed to pound, louder and louder, as they got closer. And I knew, they were coming for me. When they got close, I would back up till I could retreat no farther and then, looking up at this mass of strange marchers, I would pop out of that experience back into my bed and each time, I would be screaming, to the point that mom, dad or both would rush into my room. I would be hysterical with fear. This happened over and over and the sound was also, always the same. The marching was thunderous. Earth shaking until one night, I wound up, as usual, in my bed. I tried to get out of bed but for some reason, this night was different. This will sound crazy but I couldn’t find up. When I tried to get out of bed, it was like everything was upside down, or sideways. I fell into the floor.
Now, these tattered Red Ball Jets seemed much larger than those i unwrapped that Christmas morning, so many years ago. I suddenly remembered that my mom had put my name on the back side of the canvas tongue of each shoe. You might ask why she would do that. Back then, around 1965 to 1969, it was common for elementary schools and Jr. high schools to hold dances. These Dances were held in side of school gyms. To protect the hardwood gym floors, the kids had to remove their shoes. These dances became know as “Sock Hops”. Hence, putting Deans name inside of the shoes insured he would get his shoes back at the end of the dance.
now, i never smoked, never experimented with drugs, heck, i didn’t even drink coffee, although I’m not sure that is a good or a bad thing but i had at least one bad habit. Well, really more of a vice. Food! I loved food. Still do. Unfortunately, not healthy food. The particular vice was sugar. I loved my sugar! Chocolate was was cocaine. Cookies, cakes and candy were my ecstasy.
I Know this story is skipping around on its time line but the trend holds true to life as well. When you remember, when you recall past events in your life, do they arrive in your memory in the order they occurred? Probably not. In the winter of 1974 /1975, Deans band of brothers made a trip to New York to meet with Stew Weiner of April Blackwood Publishing Company of Columbia Records in the CBS building. The trip to The Big Apple was very memorable. The publishing company was being run by Tony Orlando, later to become famous as the leader of Tony Orlando and Dawn. After a polite rejection from the label, the boys in the band packed up and headed back to Kentucky in the middle of the night.
Well, seems it’s time to interrupt the program in progress to bring you this public service announcement. None of what I am about to share is news, Nothing new here. We all have always known, the truth is what ever you chose to believe. Each of us hold our own truth. Let’s pull back the veil. Open the door. We have all seen the shadows waft between here and gone. In a flash. We’ve felt the chills. My book had dug into so much misunderstanding. No longer should you be confused. Here it is.
I’ll spew what I believe I know. They are among us. They have always been here. Even before there was an us. And they are awaiting the arrival of their controllers. Their enforcers of sanity. You see, we are and have almost always lived an insane reality. We were granted a most perfect world that we managed to ruin in the name of greed and cruelty. The so called truth is about to be revealed but, depending on which informer we hear, depending on which paper we read, which network we trust, each will have its own story. It’s own truth. In one tale, they came here from a distant star, in a distant galaxy on the other end of this universe, searching for a new fertile space to find a way to either save their race or plant a new one. They are millions of years ahead of us in their development. The same way dogs hear sound we cannot, the way cats seem to see things we cannot, they exist in more than one plane, in more than one dimension. It is something that can actually be taught. Investigate remote viewing. It might help you understand. Other tales will describe many different species that have and are currently living both, among us and under us. In the earth, under the seas, below the poles. These creatures were here before us as well. This version of truth would indicate they actually are looking out for us. Warning us of our frail existence and the perils of our power. All that I say is true, if you chose to believe, but may still be true, even if you don’t. I believe the time is at hand. Not next year. Now! The UFO’s are nothing to fear. They are mere tools used by them, used by us. Sometimes to observe. Sometimes to scare. But they have worked well as distractions. I imagine 99% of what we have seen have been ours from earthly sources but the technology was given to us by us, or them depending on what time reality you hold. None the less, the time of accountable disclosure is now. Too many have sounded the alarm for all to be crazy. Hollywood has known all along. Take every movie you have seen about it. Every TV show. They each share a peak at the truth. There is plenty to fear but there is also much to relish. With the overwhelming power they have, beyond our understanding, they could, at anytime, while us off the face of our beautiful planet but up until now, they have allowed us to make are own mistakes. We need not fear them and honestly, it won’t do any good. Think of it like this. God has the power to stop every heartbeat in a blink of his eye. A snap of his finger. He always has. But most men love him. Most know his power but trust in his Devine love for us. Apparently, this holds true with “them”. let’s all take a pause. A deep breath! Let’s watch this new truth unfold. There will be tests that we pro can’t pass. Deception has become impossible to flush out. AI has surpassed comprehension. Am I writing this? Is AI writing this? AI is smart enough to make grammar mistakes, just to make it seem real. Faulted. Humanized. Do you want me to share more? I may place an old school counter on this page to publicly track our visits. If you want more, pm me in messenger at Gary Kesling on Facebook. If there is interest, before there is an arrival, I will share more. Gone are my Red Ball Jets! The truth shattered the need of The Jets!
July 1st, 2025, 3i Atlas was discovered by NASA-funded Asteroid Terrestrial-impact Last Alert System . (ATLAS) is a robotic telescope system that scans the sky for asteroids that could impact Earth. It’s operated by the University of Hawaii’s Institute of Astronomy for NASA’s Planetary Defense Coordination Office (PDCO). ATLAS’s goal is to provide scientists with up to a week’s warning of impending asteroids we are talking Star Trek stuff in our present day life. As I surf and research, I’m beginning to think it was not, so much, discovered, as it was unveiled. Looking over all the info I’ve found, I think it has passed this way before and not millions of years ago. Perhaps as recently as in the last decade. Only this time we were more capable of seeing it and perhaps, it wanted to be seen. I can go into all the scientists discussion about how comets and space rocks, space garbage and so on normally behave or perhaps must behave in obedience to laws of physics, laws of nature and yet 3i Atlas seems to be a square peg in a round hole. It’s path, it’s backwards tail, it’s perfectly sequential pulse of waves, lights and course adjustments lend to the thought it may be unnatural. Maybe either by design or even a chance it is alive. You see. It isn’t just drifting by. It is being propelled at varying amounts of thrust, apparently from within. Not pulled by gravity. Not pushed by gas escaping its tail. Some other, currently unknown means. And now that it has arrived here, after passing countless other heavenly bodies, it seems to have been switched off. It’s brightness drastically dimmed. It’s radio pulses quiet, it’s mysterious push, relaxed. Here.
I wonder if it has been waiting, watching till a time that we were developed enough, not necessarily having caught up but at least technically progressed enough to “see it and handle what it is preparing to show us.
I want to post this next sentence now, and date it, Tuesday, October 28th, 2025, so when it is revealed, in the very near future, I will have it on record that I declared true, before it was officially revealed! Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, Allen Shepard and Edgar Mitchell, among others visited Mars and its moons. They traveled their in an alien craft that was recovered in the 40’s and, while we were trying to to reverse engineer it among a dozen or so others, Air force and Navel pilots trained until they figured out how to pilot it themselves. These crafts use alien anti-gravity propulsion that enables them to make the trip from earth to mars in less than an hour physically and they also can remote view the red planet instantly, right here from earth. So there. I said it. When we receive the big reveal, you can revisit this page and see I was right.
This is an evolving journal so, here is my latest observation. I mentioned earlier that 3i ATLAS had settled into a relaxed state, now that it appears to be here but, another possibility is that there is a bit of deception taking place. Our alien overseers are advanced enough to have developed holographic mind injection and 3i Atlas is being presented to us in multiple version and location and the actual craft has slipped behind our sun as it begins its slower approach to here. The version we are picking up, being a halogram. Is only visual so it can’t transmit the properties we were receiving as it approached but very soon, the earth will pass from the portion of our orbit around the sun to allow 3i Atlas, the real atlas have a direct path to resume communicating with us.
J Rod, not a rapper, not a Basket ball star, but a resident, a visitor from another time. He has been called an alien but most likely, one of us, from a different time. J-Rod fits the classic “Grey” alien archetype: small body, grey skin, disproportionately large head, and large, black, almond-shaped eyes.. some say he claimed to be from Zeta Reticulum. Zeta Reticuli is a binary star system located about 39 light-years away in the southern constellation of Reticulum. While it is a real astronomical object, it is also well-known in science fiction and ufology for being linked to alleged alien encounters, such as the abduction stories of Betty and Barney Hill. In reality, it consists of two Sun-like stars, but astronomers have not discovered any planets orbiting them
But, I also entertain the thought that J Rod could be an elvolved version of us, from many centuries in the future. It could be possible that he was sent here from the future to try to help save us from either ourselves or some future catastrophe that would destroy most, if not all of mankind. His mission most likely was successful indicated by his very existence. How could he make the trip from the future or, accepting one of the other beliefs he was from light years away, well, he could be at both locations at the same time. That both time and space are relative. As you read this, we are passing through both time and space. Seconds go by as we speed through the distance of space. But just as we can click forward on a video or audio file, perhaps we can do the same within our reality, instantly move both directions in time, or click to new locations,, totally unlimited movement.
Time to transmit. I hope no one is watching. I’m listing names. Most are the distraction. 3 will know. 3 will understand. The rest will simply scratch their heads. You know who you are and you just opened your eyes, opened your mind to the tap on your shoulder. No more waiting know that we are all together. Death is what it is. A physical, touchable Dimension. But not required for progression. Mostly for comfort but delivers a life time segment of eternal existence. Please, those who know and have unknowingly been blindly waiting for the call. The light tap to arrive. Yesterday, you might have been asleep, unaware, and tonight, like the refrigerator light, waiting for that door to open . You are now lit. Basking in the light. All is one. Distraction’s, yes. Aware? Yes. It’s all now. All are one. And most will scratch their but you others will softly smile, knowing what has always been here, has arrived. It’s in the Tanaka! Those that slipped into this library. Our Good Book. I will be modifying the course of the Red Ball Jets to withdraw the shared tech and subvert the misleading obvious to the natural history from our future. Although we have seen disclosure and the keys to the reset, most just don’t “GET” it.
Here is the door, barely cracked open. Welcome to the conversation.
