The Wormhole Experience, by Jeremy Buddle

The Wormhole Experience, by Jeremy Buddle:

The Wormhole Experience.

On a coolish and a humid February dusk I continued on a walk along my usual bush track in the Ku-ring-gai National Park north of Sydney. On the first bend from the car park gate, I met two friends, Marty and Julie, who were returning to their vehicles. I slowed a bit as I passed them. I wanted to keep going as the light was leaving us but Marty asked me about a temporary contract for employment I had been offered. I was not vaccinated for Covid-19 and as the role required mandatory vaccination I missed out. Marty and Julie pushed a few points about my situation for a few minutes then I agreed to walk back with them.

It was a slow walk interrupted by twenty or so Noisy Minor birds calling out something in the long grass. Easily, we stopped three times and observed these birds. Marty went off-track to be closer. They circled a spot, some dropped from higher branches to lower ones, some screeched. There was a lot of interest from the birds. And some moved around us as to perhaps wake us up to something. Marty found nothing in the grass and Julie and I did not work out why the birds were flying around us.

And above us in the car park were more Noisy Minors flying around the tops of eucalypt trees in the still forest. It was an unusual scene as I had not seen this before. I took a photo that came out blurred so I quickly got into video mode and filmed it. I am not sure why I did this. They were taking turns in moving around perhaps feeding off insects.

I gave it no more thought other than the feeling of spontaneously catching up with good friends in yet another day of a humid summer. However, the birds were a bit of a mystery. Sometime after this walk I was Guided to know the Yowris (Yowies) were present. There was a time when I wondered why the Yowris would observe me from a forest as I walked by on a track. But that came to an end after realizing from a track I observed Yowris walking through the forest.

A moment late that same night I suddenly went to Gallery on my phone’s home screen. With one minor objection, that I was tired, I opened to the current day. Out of 12 photos I found five photos I could not account for. They were before the blurred photo and the video I took in the car park hours before. I studied each one, the date, the time, and even each was an assigned a JPG serial number.

The first two showed the liquid-like intense spiraling, the distorted but visible figures on my left were aspects of my friends. The three photos after this featured the leafy car park ground, two having a graffiti painted railing on the left.

I knew I had not taken them. Strangely enough, this was not the first time photos had appeared on my phone. It was a habit for me to hold my phone in my left hand while walking. When it was not in my hand it was in a left pocket. And I have had photos still appear in Gallery.

The first two photos astounded me. Why? The appearance of the liquid-like spiraling photos was being repeated through the same phone and the first time two of them on the same day; they were bigger and the centre was not visible; and so clear as to present their own unique energy. For the rest, they were quite ordinary and why were there three of the car park surface? However, they were a part of the story of the five photos.

The next obvious step was to study the data of each one: the date was the same as each other in line with the other photos I remember taking. 2 February 2023. Each had the time as the hour and minute with no seconds and also in sequence with other photos I took. 8.03pm to 8.06pm. How is this possible for photos I did not take?

And more questions. Was it shown to me as a visual example of a porthole? Had I gone through it with a photographic receipt? I had shown similar photos to an intuitive healer who read them as a type of a portal. A wormhole. What fascinated me was how my friends were separated by it, they were behind it or possibly they were at an opening. I have no recollection of moving through it, if that happened and, or transporting to another spot. I did not understand the relationship between photo 1 and photo 2 both showing sections of the intense spiraling. Why were there two taken so close together?

It was not until I downloaded the photos onto a computer that the seconds were clear and then I was struck by the idea there was a series of anomalies. There was one main and now obvious standout. The anomaly was in the difference between photo 2 and photo 3. The time on photo 2 was 8.04:31 (Daylight Savings Time), the time on photo 3 was 8.05:32, therefore the difference in time was: 1 minute and 1 second. This is impossible.

Now, I will explain why. Photo 2 was where the walk to the car park began. I know this based on the memory of where I stood talking to my friends. I faced south and they faced north. Seconds before photo 2 was taken I said, ‘I’ll walk back with you. I’ve finished my walk,’ and that was when Marty and Julie turned around as I moved forward. Marty was on my left; Julie was on his left. In the photo Marty was the right arm and dark singlet. Julie was the angled figure in the centre. One other attribute that stood out was the grey pole that extended from the centre figure. At the time of writing this account the grey pole or a narrow tree trunk was still there on the eastern side of the track.

Photo 3 was taken in the car park, about 4 metres from the gate that stopped unauthorised vehicles entering the track. And the section of track we returned on was 30 centimetres x 480 steps or approximately 144 metres long. But walking the 144 metres in the fastest way I could I achieved it in 1 minute 42 seconds. My heart and breathing increased like it rarely did. But that was over by over half a minute. And replicating how we strolled back a number of times, easily it was about 4 minutes.

The only way I could achieve 1 minute and 1 second from the first bend to the gate was to run. I am not a runner or a jogger. What is with the wormhole photos?

What makes it more interesting is the relationship between the last two car park photos and the finishing time. Photo 3 (8.05:32) and photo 4 (8.05:39) are almost identical with graffiti on a railing and taken only 7 seconds apart. Photo 4 (8.05:39) to photo 5 (8.06:18) was 39 seconds apart and has the view of the mostly leafy car park ground.

The photo I took of the tree tops that came out blurred happened as we arrived at the car park; Julie stood behind me. Marty remained on the track near the gate. The time for this intentionally taken photo was 8.10:15. The video of the birds flying around the tree tops that went for 27 seconds was started at 8.10:25. Let’s say I took photo 5 at 8.06:18 why was there the discrepancy of me having arrived in the car park twice? I only had the recollection of arriving at 8.10:15 from a slow and straight walk from the first bend approximately 144 metres away. I entered my vehicle at 8.11pm noting the time on my phone and I left the car park straight away.

At this point I was going to write, if anyone can add a positive comment to further my understanding please do so now. Thank you. However, enter the mischievous Yowri according to Tayo, a Kinesiologist healer and a very efficient intuitive reader. I showed her the 2nd wormhole photo not long after it appeared on my phone and her reaction was like mine. Other than identifying the first two photos as parts of bigger wormholes we both were unsure about what was going on.

Of course, it’s all about timing, so, I unexpectedly showed Tayo the second photo again sometime later and I talked about the time difference with the third photo. I recorded the session.
‘There is a porthole there.’ Tayo said. ‘So, you quickly go into the different dimension that’s where you capture it (the photo).’
‘We went straight up to the gate, up to the car park because I’ve got three photos of the car park.’
‘Not in the same dimension. So, when you are in the fifth dimension, it takes about 4 minutes, right?’
‘Yeah.’
‘But, because of the much higher dimension the speed of light, so it’s faster than the speed of light. Right?’
‘Ok.’
‘So, you quickly went to the different dimension. That’s when you captured it. Your photo.’
‘When you say different dimensions, what sixth dimension or seventh or?’
‘It wouldn’t be like tenth, you wouldn’t be above the eighth dimension, it would be between something like the fifth, sixth, seventh…Between fifth and sixth.’
‘Okay.’
‘So, the time when your physical body is on the ground but the energy you can’t even see that travelling time it’s too fast. Right.’
‘No, no too fast.’
‘So, the physical body, you can’t capture it…you went into that and back again the moment you capture it (photo).’
‘Yeah. Okay. Was that created, I was given an answer (the Yowris were there) or helped by the Yowris?’ I asked. ‘I know they can create artificial portholes.’
‘What I see here is a Yowie but a mischievous one, a mischievous Yowie.’
‘Who do you think that one is?’
‘A young mischievous Yowie.’
‘Because we went up to car park, there were three photos of the car park, one I can identify cause its got graffiti on one of the railings, so, that’s how I identified it. There’s no way we could have, yeah anyway, no way.’ I realized here what I was saying.
‘There’s no way you can go.’ Tayo started laughing.
‘So, we all went through?’
‘You (all) went through it. Because it is so fast humans cannot, 3D, 3D brains cannot captivate the speed of the traveling, Jeremy.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Jeremy, but, you know, we are constantly in and out all the time.’
‘Oh yes, absolutely. But you see you are not aware of it until you get a photo.’
‘It’s a Yowie that’s creating the hole,’ Tayo said.
‘Yeah, it is.’
‘And a young Yowie…a mischievous one, that wants you to play with it or almost like, okay I’ll show you, kind of thing. Let’s play.’
‘Now I’m getting the timing is there to learn about it. So that’s it.’

And an interesting point arose about the noisy birds, it remained the clearest part of the experience to remember. I asked:
‘Is it the Yowris stirring them up (the Noisy Minor birds)?’ I asked.
‘More likely.’
‘Yeah.’
‘More likely because the birds I think are more connected to the fifth, sixth, seventh dimensions and they can see the message.’
‘Oh, wow.’
‘It’s like they (Yowris) are playing, playing around.’
‘Yeah. They like to do it.’
‘They’re playful. You know, joyful, playful. Let you have experience of what it feels like to be the fifth dimension. What it looks like to be the fifth dimension. It’s really an amazing experience.’

Whatever you make of this story, the Yowri People, the Sasquatch People and all other Animal People are there to help we fellow people, the Human People, to realize beyond the matrix of the third dimension and know what is possible now in the fifth dimension.


N.B: The desire for me to write The Wormhole Experience began the day after I read from The Sasquatch Message To Humanity Book 2. This was eighteen months after the experience along the track. And what came from the description of a wormhole as an artificial porthole, sent me back to photo 2 where I went through it to the car park and quickly back.

However, doubts set in later that guided my direction for writing: The Wormhole Experience. I had heard about a wormhole being an artificial porthole before but I did not have the same reaction. And I had not recalled or seen photo 2 for over a year, so how did I clearly recall it. Did I make up the experience of entering a wormhole and visit the car park after reading from Book 2? And even though I was Guided to continue, I was very slow in writing, I found I was occasionally confused and I was occasionally reluctant to continue. In short, I struggled to write it. Was I being influenced by the Lower Lords not to write this story? That’s how I felt as I wrote this paragraph.

With validation from Tayo, I accept the mischievous Yowri’s playful guidance through a wormhole and the wormhole photo experience after reading from Book 2. Thank you for reading The Wormhole Experience.