The Psi-Files: aka My Personal X-Files

The majority of my adventures delve significantly into what most perceive as the normal world. That said, the motivations for what originally propelled me into and continue to propel me in my adventures, are from the paranormal world. This is the world of the Occult, Psi and superhuman capabilities, Ancient Mythical civilizations, cryptozoology, strange energy phenomena, UFO’s, ultra and intra-terrestrials.

The original motivation for my first bicycle trip came around the spring of 2001, when something in my gut said I needed to get out of the USA and head to South America. What preceded that gut feeling, came in the year 1999, when on the Amtrak train from Philadelphia to Boston, I went into a meditative, hypnotic state, and drew a picture of a woman who I never met in my sketch book, and closed the book. It was the first, and last time I was ever able to draw a face of a person without a photo, realistically.

Drawing of the woman that came from my subconscious. November 26th, 1999. She was no where near the Northeast during that time. I met her for the first time the following year, November 2000, at the Orpheum Theater, Boston. She’s from South West Florida.

In the year 2000, I met that woman for the first time, and the drawing matched. I think this was when I began to become aware of a latent psi ability that I had in me, which I am still experimenting with and have not completely come to terms with.

Due to this psi ability, I packed away my things, closed the lease on my apartment in Watertown, MA, got bicycle touring equipment and gear, sent the picture to the woman, who was from Florida, and left the country. I told some close friends of mine before leaving that something massive was about to happen to the world, and I needed to get the hell out to South America. I couldn’t explain why I had to go there in particular.

The natural thing to do when you have a precognition of someone you’re going to meet, draw her, and then meet her a year later. Run away. Far far away. Yeah, I’m very Gemini…

I arrived in Lima, Peru, on August 1st, 2001. Just a month and 11 days from the fateful day of September 11th, 2001, when two planes hit the twin towers in New York City, and Building 5 collapsed on itself with nothing hitting it. It was from that day onwards that I realized the latent psi ability I have was guiding me forwards.

In the two decades since, I’ve experienced recurring, physical attacks by demons, encountered an actual stargate, got zapped by strange energy phenomena that didn’t make sense physically or biologically, unless you factored in a psi component, had a terrifying encounter with Big Foot and survived, seen UFO’s twice, did experiments in ESP to verify psi and synchronicities, gone on ghost hunts where I had a conversation with an invisible person, underwent hypnotic regression to explore the the soul’s records and past life memories, found archaeological and geological anomalies that fly in the face of conventional mainstream conclusions, and explored the boundaries of human consciousness.

It is impossible for me to write a record of my adventures, past and on-going, without acknowledging how significant those experiences with psi and the paranormal were in influencing my decisions and motivations. For a long time, I thought I was cursed to have the experiences and abilities that I have. To be able to feel the feelings of an intimate relationship at a distance, even half way around the world in separation physically, and be able to correlate it with a phone call to hear her on the other end verifying that sensation, which was often times painful, was not something I cherished. In fact, it often felt like a form of physical and spiritual torture.

In my journeys, I began to notice that certain kinds of people who I could identify with similar experiences all seemed to share a similar characteristic.

Those of us who have this sort of ESP, precognition, clairvoyance, telekinesis, and other psi abilities, and actively use and exercise it have it genetically inherited, and for whatever reason, we have it physically expressed. I know at least in my family, I got it from my father, who predicted the fall of Saigon, told my mother, and they both got out literally on the last ship before the Communists overtook the city, escaping Vietnam and the war with their lives, to have me in the USA a year later. Maybe surviving the Vietnam War was what activated that ability in him.

In all of my experiences, I’ve developed a firm belief that I would not have had those experiences without some kind of psi ability. Everything, in my mind, comes back to that ability, because psi allows me to experience things at the edges of reality. It would explain why a few people experience these things versus the vast majority who don’t.

Few have activated psi abilities.

RIP Matt Y. I miss you and our paranormal adventures together.

In addition, a dear friend, and fellow paranormal investigator, my friend Matt, died last year in October, 2021. Matt and I had many long discussions about creating a site about our paranormal investigations. He was the one who introduced me to ghost hunting and the equipment used for it that I continue to use for my own explorations. He was also the one to take me to TALA in West Virginia for a truly haunting experience.

Our paranormal investigation squad. Those things in my hand are essential items for paranormal investigation. The skull is there to remind the dead that they are DEAD. And the sock is full of salt. Cause you never know when you have to clock a ghostly mutha f–ka…

This section of the site is dedicated to those stories, and to the memories I have of Matt and I driving out to haunted sites in West Virginia, New Orleans, Savannah, Georgia, Roswell, New Mexico and Coral Castle, Florida, to investigate the
boundaries of reality. Thanks Matt. Site’s finally up, and now you’re a ghost. Lemme know when we can have a conversation like we did with that invisible person.

Welcome to the Psi-Files.

They Want WHAT?!!! Pandemic Amnesty?!!! HELL NO.

Pandemic Amnesty Cuz, come on, we were all wrong, no one was right, even though you got it right, you got it right for the wrong reasons, therefore you’re wrong, so can we just call a truce? Sorry Not Sorry.

So, this week, one of the most revolting, and infuriating articles I have ever seen in a very long time got put out by the Leftist trash publication, The Atlantic. It was titled, “Let’s Declare a Pandemic Amnesty” by one Emily Oster, a professor of Economics at Brown University, and one of the foremost proponents of taking people’s rights, livelihoods, and even children away for non compliance with the insane dictatorial authoritarian COVID policies that were pushed across mainly the Democrat stronghold states and cities.

I first saw the article title on my friend’s phone in his car, as we were driving to lunch in Northeast D.C. the day it came out. I almost threw his phone out of the car.

Pandemic Amnesty? Call the last two years of insane tin pot dictators taking away our lives as just water under the bridge and move on?

OH HELL NO. HELL THE FUCKiNG NO.

Not suprisingly, the Internet blew up on the Atlantic and Mrs. Oster’s plea, and if anything, she brought the last two years of dictatorship that the Democrats wrought on all of us to the forefront faster than a Great White Shark zero’s in on a drop of blood.

Zerohedge summed up the reaction quite well, with their well titled article, You Murderous Hypocrites

The Twitter sphere exploded against Mrs. Oster. As I write this, multiple politicians, and candidates, including Kari Lake and Rand Paul, are talking about forming commissions and investigations into the dehumanizing policies that revoked not just our civil liberties, our human rights, but even our basic humanity from us writ large for the last two years.

How many people were denied those last few moments with loved ones when they were about to die? How many were denied the right to attend the funerals of loved ones? How many children committed suicide, which skyrocketed to all time highs? How many chronic diseases that could’ve been treated were denied for COVID policies, resulting in more preventable deaths? How many livelihoods were destroyed and families put into destitution from destroyed economies?

In one fell swoop, multiple generations, not a generation, multiple generations were decimated financially, physically, socially, and family and friendship bonds were shattered, never to heal again. Whole families and communities were destroyed.

And these promulgators of these inhumane policies, which were shilled by their brain dead, parroting brown shirts, who I’ve called the last two years, hysteria zombies, they actively went out of their way to shatter lives, livelihoods, and more, these demonic, inhuman, scumbags want… COVID PANDEMIC AMNESTY?!!!

Hysteria Zombie, aka COVID Policy Brown Shirt

The Atlantic’s hypocrisy is unbelievable.

They want to call the last two years water under the bridge and move on?

Oh Fuck that. Fuck them all to HELL. No No No No No No No No NOOO!!!!! Absolutely not! There is no forgiveness and there is no forgetting!

This was unbelievable, and even more revealing, it just shows how incredibly evil people, can also be unbelievably stupid, since it’s just a week before mid term elections. First comes the election, then comes the investigation, then comes the tribunals. Then comes prison. Then for some, comes the firing squad, electric chair, lethal injection, and hanging. And for some others, street justice. No one’s going to forget, and very few will forgive without consequences.

And for the brown shirts who shilled for this shit the entire time? Who attacked, bullied, shunned, publicly humiliated, snitched, and more against those of us who dared to question the narrative, who dared to read the journals and ask and think for themselves? We who got de-platformed, fired, isolated, forced to lose livelihoods, forced to watch loved ones die from f–king Skype or Zoom?

Guess what. Karma comes for you COVID Brownshirts. There is NO COVID PANDEMIC AMNESTY. NONE. But here’s the thing. You stupid idiots got to participate in the biggest, uncontrolled, animal clinical trial in human history. And with what we’re seeing from the life insurance industry death payouts reports the last two quarters, that trial is failing miserably, if the whole point was to “keep people alive.”

But if it was for a mass extermination, it’s succeeding spectacularly! And you got to be part of it. Some of us saw through the bullshit, said hell no to the COVID v-a-x-x, and for that, we were discriminated against, lost jobs, livelihoods, families, friends, and were treated like lepers and worse.

I’ve deleted most of my Facebook with the exception of my posts for 2020 regarding COVID, since I’ve left that up as a record. I also took screen shots for my own personal historical record, as my vindication’s been arriving by the truckload now. It only took two years, and at least I discovered the true nature of many people who I once thought were my “friends.”

Now, at least I know who the Walking Dead are.

The article from the Atlantic infuriated me to say this warning to all of you COVID authoritarians, Karens, and Brown Shirt shills for the so called “Science”. You don’t get to use the excuse “The Science Changed.” You don’t get to escape unscathed.

We don’t forgive and we don’t forget. There will be accountability. And there will also be street justice. One way or another, you are about to get what’s coming to you. Hell, given the excess death numbers, that’s already happening.

Good luck 6 months to 4 years from now. (Which is the average time for your average clinical trial….)

My Article About Canoe Sailing an Indigenous Sailing Canoe through Guna Yala is Published!

In August 2022, I went on a Canoe Sailing Expedition through the San Blas Islands of Panama, aka Guna Yala. Afterwards, I got an article about it published in Small Craft Advisor Magazine, which you can read here.

Sailing Guna Yala (The San Blas Archipelago) in the Ulus Sailing Canoe.

Here’s an excerpt.

April got back from snorkeling, and we had lunch in the cafe. It was $10 per person for a simple, delicious meal of rice, freshly caught fish—usually bonito or jack—and salad.

“You know what’s amazing to me about this trip?” I asked.

“What’s that?” April asked back.

“According to Nemesio, no one’s ever requested a Ulus rental before. For him, this is a way of exploring something new, and to test if this is another avenue for Xtrop to offer as a tour for adventure lovers. And it turns out that no other agency does this, either. Everyone’s kayak-oriented.”

Hit the link above to read more!