Where is the enigmatic Ken Bakeman?

My latest post on my exopolitician blog discusses Ken Bakeman and others. Here is a long excerpt:

I am generally more interested in lesser or unknown talents. Whether by decree of fate or superficial accident, magnetic forces occasionally throw special individuals in my direction and some of the most characteristically unique are perhaps known (in relation to comprehension of paranormal matters) only to me. When these gems undertake the journey towards fame and transform into stars, they invariably call on synthetic qualities. Simon Parkes’ credibility drops with every presentation. This is not to say he has lost his connection with eternal wisdom, but, rather, his message is diluted to suit peer profiles; a prerequisite of success.

Famous people detest detractors, as demonstrated by the perennial mainstream media tantrums of the rich & famous. Sometimes greater prodigy is seen in criticism and perhaps that is why it causes so much acrimony. I have critics too. One loud voice felt I had unfairly overshadowed Ken Bakeman by using one of his depictions to illustrate my last post whilst giving him no credit. Whereas no attempt was made to disguise the fact (his artworks are all signed) I agree with my critic and have compiled this tribute to make good. It has afforded me the opportunity to promote a great posthumous talent. Let us be clear on the facts though, before jumping to rash conclusions. Ken has been known to disappear before. Shockwaves disrupted cyberspace just after he explosively appeared on the scene back in mid-2000’s only to evaporate into the void like one of his extra-dimensional creations. Perhaps “creation” is the wrong word as I do not imply he made up any of his accounts. It is homage to him that for certain details on convoluted aspects of what is generically termed the Draco networks; he is the only source.

Nevertheless he was last heard from mid-2013, over two years ago, and has been so well hidden, there is some merit to the consideration he has been abducted…or worse. It is odd that in mid-2014, by all accounts, he was not returning e-mails from perspective book buyers. Nevertheless, strange things do happen to special individuals indefinitely connected to reptilian hierarchies. Only days after a Facebook hook up with an extremely talented party, the page was pulled without explanation or consent. I regularly “lose” e-mails. Did Simon Parkes hear my appeal to connect? If so, it has been in vain. Let us hope my efforts have not been thwarted by the cabal. Bohemian Grove tales of blood sacrifices and advanced BDSM do have a guttural ophidian quality. Then there was my olive branch outstretched to Michael Tsarion which, likewise, failed to grab the attention, but, of course, his output falls into the same category as, say, Alex Collier’s interesting but less than perfect testimony so maybe fate does have a role. Although, Tsarion seems to focus on spiritual juxtaposing factors whereas Collier does not. What is important is Eva Draconis found me and, in my mind, she is as differently special as Ken Bakeman, so this post is largely devoted to both of them.

James Bartley, Karla Turner and others have posited “reptilians” in a dim light as merciless, cold hearted, blood thirsty manipulators of humanity. Unfairly, a persuasion, capitalised on by David Icke, eludes that reptilians regularly abduct humans, mostly children, merely to torture and “sexual abuse” them in some arbitrary fashion and this has promulgated the mainstream view. Me, Ken and Eva in some ways confirm this, but with reservation and certainly applying strict reasoned limits to theories so as not to humanise everything we observe. Journalism has always found sanctity in melodrama, but after George Orwell’s “1984”, perpetual war motifs personifying good and evil have persuaded perverse resurgences of closet Zoroastrianism. Thus, as per that sour role play, reptilians must be all bad to be worthy of discussion in serious circles. There are exceptions with Mary Rodwell, to her credit, promoting the lighter side of herpetological heritage in more recent times.

Synthetic hacks frequenting open media alternative resource points, such as “Before It’s News”, regularly spin fertile yarns geared to exciting the gullible masses. Ken and Eva are clearly adrift of agenda driven propaganda and, in many ways, should be trend setters. To a degree Simon Parkes also falls in this category as, whilst his intentions sometimes seem unduly negative, his information is so pure it can never be overlooked. If I was pressured into citing a specific example of where he had fallen short of integrity standards, it would have been his Camelot interview. All in all the presentation was exceptional, as always. For instance, no one has ever revealed the special relationship between Pleiadians (remnants of Atlantean version six human genetics) and dolphins before (to my knowledge). However, he lied when he said that incarnate reptilian populations are only found in a very small localised section of inner Earth. He knows this is not true, but the bulk of populations are contained in one segmented holy city; their “Mecca”.

The best way of separating talent from establishment mouthpieces is by discerning originality. In prior posts here, I have distinguished that the Draco networks are not exclusively reptilian. My readers have been informed that billions of years ago the eternal serpent (Annunaki) realigned itself and, consequentially, broke into two visual templates: canine mammalians with the “face of God” and piscine reptilians. Over extended time things have aggregated into what “is” now. We are an appendage of the original serpent. Yet, the vast majority of those I communicate with are in denial of their reptilian nature because of the slanderous inferences imagined by populist movements such as David Icke’s. Compared with what else is around, it is plainly obvious my message doesn’t assist the current identity crisis which has galvanised all human races (as we never were a “single species”, rather multiple hybridised sub-species). Reactions, due to ignorance, have been predictably muted, but when coming, are most often disturbed. The truth will not set you free. That is the evidence used to jail those that dare to inform in spite of dissension.

Ken Bakeman’s website disappeared in 2013. Now his most currently lasting public legacy seems to be in the form of snippets pulled from that website “with permission”. Thanks to the Eyebama blog, there are a good number of lengthy excerpts, as Ken is a prolific writer. For this entry, I would like to focus on aspects of part two of the recantation of his meeting with a tall reptilian we shall call “Renjeck” for now. But first, I have selected a non-related picture to insert which is very representative of their art. Medieval tradition is the closest man has come to Ciakar (the common Earth plane and beyond reptilian type) mindset. c_to_c_scroll_summons.jpgThus, a serpent entwined sword on shield is precisely the type of insignia I would expect to regularly witness in their public places. The fleur-de-lys is another of their popular symbols which is as commonly used in designs as our circles and squares.

Ken is a strong expressive writer. If anything, he rather overworks the emotional content, perhaps accentuating his reptilian. Maybe that’s the wrong conclusion. Until we work from a baseline understanding of what being reptilian is, how can any valid appraisal of standards be made? Going on my experience, based both on observations and direct interaction, their minds work in a much more disjointed, staccato fashion than ours. This is odd; as they are also much more grounded and centred than us, which projects the dichotomy – ordered chaos. They instinctively seem to “pulse” a particular way, i.e. survival is acceptable and, therefore, is the only truth (if that’s the right word). Anyone suggesting another way is an idiot or an enemy, per their tradition. Can I say that they have the fundamentalist mindset? Then again, chaos undoes all this. Miscellaneous riddles and proverbs, devoid of chronology and often (apparently) wildly out of context, give their logic a promiscuity. These whispers can undo all those rules effecting survival that once placated the masses. In other words, if it sounds like babble it’s probably reptilian, so perhaps I have been unfair to Ken, whose information streams would be best described as lucid.

The second part of his account concerning his meeting with Renjeck begins with the switched off radio wireless talking to him in a deep baritone voice. I mentioned before about truth givers risking jail for self-expression. The Looney Bin is a form of prison. Many clairvoyants have been judged or judged themselves as insane to fit the social mould. In this case, fortunately, there was a payoff, as the mysterious messages issued by the vaporous entity turned out to be honest. Instructions were to meet with a tall reptilian at a disclosed location. It is then we learn of the specific name of this creature. In the main, they do not like to share names so, though not unheard of, the acknowledgement of a real identity, in this case, was unusual. They, unlike us, have one name which is regarded as unique birth right, so there are no Bill’s, Ben’s, Jack’s and Jill’s. We don’t know the significance of harmonic sound and how it relates to inter-dimensional purpose, whereas they do (to some degree). Myself, I have only experienced two kinds of voice from them. One is a slithery, whispery, snakelike sound and the other a deep fusion of lion’s roar with the dog’s bark. Ken’s deep baritone analogy would match. Nevertheless, some of their words best approximate howling winds in a stripped desert, so our palate simply cannot represent them. To justify Renjeck, Ken does illuminate that the stress is on “rrr” or “grrr” completed by “eck” as someone might clear their throat.

Suffice to say, Renjeck iteration can only be approximated for the human diphthong as, by any other measure, it is unpronounceable. Ken, to his credit, does not conceal the fact and offers some rather more graphically alliteral analogies than I feel comfortable as permissible for sensitive audiences here. Though, there might also be a metaphor hidden in those descriptive base bodily function terms. The Ciakars, in general, are extremely earthy, perhaps rude and use fundamental honesty (core being) as basis for unwritten contracts. I did present in Sydney recently and went on stage after an unknown female, simply calling herself “Jo”. She talked of her relationship with some lower vibrational types (close enough to our plane to manifest). For them, if she desired something [of them] that they agreed with, an unbreakable contract between parties had been forged. Ken also touches on this with some of his muted inflections. Simon Parkes too discussed comparable characteristics in some of his vintage AMMACH interviews. Even talented crop circles aficionado Win Keech has spoken in some detail on how the Draco manipulate these agreements.

Ken talked about his surprise at his large visitor’s empathy towards him (something matched by six year old Parkes and his excursion with a Draco king). Though to a child the creature looked oversized and fierce, it seemed, in nature, to understand him and, respectively, was rather kind. My own experiences do not parry at all, but the circumstances have been very different. For instance, I met (in my mind) a T-Rex headed pilot, neatly dressed in a brown one piece flying suit with black jack boots (?). He would have been human in every respect except for the head. The body was trim, fit, but not at all “tall” by our standards. Whereas Ken was in awe of the creature in front of him, I was the opposite. Rather than calming me with kindness, I felt my T-Rex clone was trying to channel the fear-of-God into me. Offering it scorn alone to quell its desire, the beast never returned. Ken points out that his topic had a large mouth and he was pensive as to what sort of sharp teeth it might contain. Ironically, I too was only wary of my opponents’ bite threat. There I revealed my weakness. Ever since, I have been distrustful of sharp knives, regularly channelling horrific frenzied attack mutilations but also badly cutting myself twice [without provocation] when preparing food (this may or may not have been reflective of their “thought jamming” techniques, but one must pose the question).

rejecks-ship.jpgTo enhance his description, Ken produced a vignette of the creature next to its 3m high bullet shaped uni-craft. It became obvious that it was a patrol vehicle (something like our state issued police cars) with an auspicious red hazard light marking its pinnacle. These SUS’s (Standard Utility Spacecraft) are not new to me and I visualise the same one black. However, with mine it is as though it has been made out of meccano or breeze block sized Lego pieces which automatically either fan out or contract depending on the whim of the owner. No “police” lamp is particularly visible on it and the contraption literally opens up something like a Lamborghini to reveal the inside. For Ken there was 25% more space inner than permissible by reflecting calculations on the outer dimensions. Mine offered at least double internal capacity creating an illusion not dissimilar to Dr Who’s “Tardis”. While inside the craft, Ken observed something (for my research) that has not been recorded before. His creature whipped out a black wand. There are plenty of reports of standard issue silver pens which act as multi-purpose laser or saser pointing devices, but none on his black stick. The one I see is not big (2 cm in diameter and 20 cm long), marbled with a graphite quality. The ends are glassine or crystalline as if they have been sealed in some way. It looks very sturdy.

According to Ken, the reptile, without notice, abruptly mobilised the wand with its mind and this also had the unexpected side-effect of deactivating its body into a melon sized, scarlet energy field (or light orb), which proceed to exit a solid section of the spacecraft leaving the boy alone. Orbs are not understood by us yet and are the residue of light which mark coordinates of reality points cloaked in subspace. That is why a 26km square mother ship can appear the size of a coin in light format. Not sure whether he was captive or if his host had gone for good, Ken was reticent to bolt out of the ship’s open door in case this was countered by some kind of divine retribution. I can add that Ciakar orbs (used for visits by reptiles) are usually white or golden (standard light colour). Red ones are normally expressly devoted to attack missions, so bystanders are well advised to avoid them at all cost. Just as the Zeta Grey Beings can switch off atomic particles, they use a similar method to truncate matter and hide in sub-space. Why different coloured orb energy fields are emanated by processes I have not ascertained thus far.

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