Church of Ufology

WOODROW DERENBERGER

2008-11-30T08:40:00.000-08:00

How many have heard of Woodrew Derenberger? This is an old report but nevertheless interesting.

Woodrow Derenberger was a pleasant appearing, sandy-haired gentleman of 50 years who, when I met him, was in the process of being transformed from a family man of normal pursuits into a national name whose home could no longer be called his castle and whose time was given over almost completely to television and radio shows, or to conducted tours of what had become one of the most popular UFO landing sites in the nation.

Woodrow Derenberger's story hit the front pages of newspapers along the North Atlantic Coast. I was picked up by the wire service, kited abroad and followed up with Air Force and NICAP investigations and a series of television appearances that by April had converted his life into a nightmare.

Mr. Derenberger was not reluctant to tell of his experience in the beginning. He considered himself something of a middleman between friendly aliens from another planet and people on Earth. His initial experience, familiar to most of you, took place on the night of November 2, when Derenberger, a salesman for a sewing machine company was returning from Marietta, Ohio to his home in Mineral Wells along Highway I-77.

A big craft settled down on the road in front of him covering it from berm to berm, and from it stepped a fine looking figure of a man, dark skinned, 40-odd years old more curious than frightened, and for several minutes they carried on a conversation, telepathically,, that consisted exclusively of Derenberger answering the stranger's questions. He gave his name and explained that he worked for a living because he had to and that the lights ahead were those of Parkersburg, a commercial center. He learned that the stranger's name was Mr. Cold, Indrid Cold, a "searcher" and that a commercial center, such as Parkersburg, would be known in his land as a "gathering."

Derenberger's initial curiosity switched to apprehension and then to actual fear. Cold tried to reassure him. "I am the same as you are," he comforted. "I sleep and breath and bleed as you do. I wish you no harm, only happiness."

Woody's idea of happiness then was a mug of black coffee in the kitchen of his own home, but the prospects seemed slim. He admitted he might have taken off, but there was no place to go. The big ship was only a few feet above his truck. Other cars passed while he sat there, a passenger car and a truck. Woody learned later the truck driver had seen him, but hadn't seen the mystery ship and thought Woody was taking to a friend along the road.

After several minutes, Cold stepped back from the truck, his "ship" lowered to the ground and Woody saw what he thought was another "creature" open the door, admit Cold, then slam it "just like a car door." The craft took off.

"The papers said later it took off with tremendous speed." Woody told me. "It didn't. I was the one who took off with tremendous speed."

"You should have seen him when he got home," Woody's wife said. "He looked awful. I thought he'd struck and killed somebody with the truck. He loves to play with the children, but not that night. I had to shoo them out. He just sat there in the kitchen, Grey-colored, and saying "You're going to think I'm crazy," or "you're going to laugh at me." Then he told me what happened."

"I was in shock., "Woody said. "That's what the doctor told me."

"He tried to make a report to the police and he couldn't even hold the phone," his wife said. "I had to make the call and when I reported it, the officer said it was the third call like that they'd had that night."

State and city police, a USAF sergeant and representatives from the local TV station swarmed around him the next day. "I consented to a TV appearance," Woody said. "But if I had it to do over again, there'd be none of that. As a matter of fact, Cold appeared two nights later and we had another talk. I never mentioned it around here."

"What was your second conversation about?" I asked.

"That night, November 4, I was driving home from Pomeroy, Ohio with a friend. I got these messages that Cold was there and then I saw the "ship". My friend saw it too, and several people in the area saw it that night, but nobody knew about my talk with Cold."

Woody settled back a little farther in his chair and gave me a serious appraisal. "You see, Mrs. Marling, I wasn't the person Cold planned to contact that first time. He's told me since that he was really homing in on a car ahead of me, a fellow he'd kept under watch for several days and believed would be a good communicant. But the man's car was so close to a busy intersection that Cold was afraid there might be an accident if he dropped down in front of him, so he chose me instead. He wasn't sorry. He told me I'm receptive, a good communicant."

"They aren't making contact only around here," Mrs. Derenberger told me. "They are doing this all over the country. But they find the people in West Virginia more receptive."

"It was at that second meeting, the night of November 4, that Cold told me about himself. He's from a planet called 'Lanulos,' located near the galaxy 'Genemedes.' They have woods, streams, fields, oceans, the same as we do. They've taken samples of our vegetation, our animals. Ours are much like theirs. Cold is married, his wife is named Kimi and he had two sons at that time. Has three children, now, one was born right around Christmas time, a little girl."

"They're Time Travelers," Mrs. Derenberger injected.

"That's right," Woody said. "In the fourth dimension. One reason they can't stay here too long at a time is because they get younger down here instead of older. Their life span is 125 - 175 years, but if they stayed here too long I think they'd go back in years and possibly forget how to manipulate their craft."

"They have 9 scout ships in this area," Mrs. Derenberger said.

"Two men to a craft," Woody elaborated, "except one ship that has four. On one craft there is a husband-wife team, Jitro and Elvara Cletaw."

"Did Cold still insist this was a friendly visit, no harm would come to you?" I asked.

"He reassured me. He's told me on several occasions that the people on his planet travel and trade with other planets all the time and that's what they want to do here. Lanulos has many things that would be of value to us, and we have many things that would be of value to Lanulos. Cold wants to have a friendly exchange."

"Aren't we too far away for a working trade agreement?" I asked.

"They don't operate out of their own planet. They have a landing base on the Moon. There's a Mother Ship up there, big as a football field and nine stories high, equipped with berthing docks. These scout ships land there and are taken aboard the mother ship."

"If there's something like that up there, I should think NASA would be interested in it," I suggested.

"Oh, NASA knows all about this," Woody assured me. "Knows more about it than I do. I took my family down to Cape Kennedy not long ago and we were talking with some of the NASA people. I told them Indrid had seen all the devices we've put on the Moon, has even waved at the cameras. He's seen every astronaut who's ever gone up and has waved at them and they've waved back. NASA said they knew all about it. I'd told them nothing new."

The pressures and confusion that are now a part of the Derenberger's daily life have taken their toll on Woody's wife. She is a pretty brunette who, up until November, 1966, had led the life of a happily married mother of two on the peaceful western fringe of the state. Since that night their phone has run round the clock. "We've had our number changed. We have an unlisted one now. Still they call. The mail comes in from all over the world, Japan, Germany, Okinawa. And callers, from 10 to 50 almost every night.... just driving right up, some make all night trips to get there... coming in the house. They think they'll see the ship. It comes in often. Some of them see it, some don't. We had one NICAP investigator out there who was carrying so much equipment, cameras, tape recorders, Geiger counters, he could scarcely get through the door. He didn't see the ship."

"Cold doesn't like a lot of people, a lot of confusion. He comes when the weather's bad, in the snow or pouring rain. Times when our aircraft are grounded."

"Has there been much Air Force activity around your place?" I asked.

"We're told the local authorities and the Air Force aren't out there, but we've seen some uniformed and armed men there... often. We don't know who they are."

"Has anyone else been in touch with Cold around here?'

"Yes, there's a group that gets together. They know him. There's a doctor, a minister, several businessmen. You see, Mrs. Marling, Cold comes here often. He's brought me bread from his planet. It's richer and coarser than ours, like old-fashioned biscuits. He even brought some spirits. Yucatan brandy in a wooden bottle."

"What was that like?"

"I'm not a drinking man, but I drank some of this. My father-in-law said it was like eggnog. But I thought it was syrupy.

"How did you react?"

"I really got high..."

"I tried to keep that wooden bottle," he told me. "I've tried to take things several times to have evidence that Cold was here. I even tried to steal something, but I never get away with it."

"If he's friendly why doesn't he let you take his picture, or give you something to show, or make an appointment with the Air Force or NASA or some organization that could really pin this thing down."

"He says it's not the right time, Mrs. Marling. He's been in touch with the head of our government and our military forces and agreed to show up at any place agreeable to them. But our government laid down certain stipulations. Told him we'd have to determine when they came, when they would leave and when they could have their ship back. Cold wouldn't hear of it."

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This article ran in Flying saucers - October 1967 by M. Spohn Marling

THURSDAY'S CHILD

WOODROW DERENBERGER

How many have heard of Woodrew Derenberger? This is an old report but nevertheless interesting.

Woodrow Derenberger was a pleasant appearing, sandy-haired gentleman of 50 years who, when I met him, was in the process of being transformed from a family man of normal pursuits into a national name whose home could no longer be called his castle and whose time was given over almost completely to television and radio shows, or to conducted tours of what had become one of the most popular UFO landing sites in the nation.

Woodrow Derenberger's story hit the front pages of newspapers along the North Atlantic Coast. I was picked up by the wire service, kited abroad and followed up with Air Force and NICAP investigations and a series of television appearances that by April had converted his life into a nightmare.

Mr. Derenberger was not reluctant to tell of his experience in the beginning. He considered himself something of a middleman between friendly aliens from another planet and people on Earth. His initial experience, familiar to most of you, took place on the night of November 2, when Derenberger, a salesman for a sewing machine company was returning from Marietta, Ohio to his home in Mineral Wells along Highway I-77.

A big craft settled down on the road in front of him covering it from berm to berm, and from it stepped a fine looking figure of a man, dark skinned, 40-odd years old more curious than frightened, and for several minutes they carried on a conversation, telepathically,, that consisted exclusively of Derenberger answering the stranger's questions. He gave his name and explained that he worked for a living because he had to and that the lights ahead were those of Parkersburg, a commercial center. He learned that the stranger's name was Mr. Cold, Indrid Cold, a "searcher" and that a commercial center, such as Parkersburg, would be known in his land as a "gathering."

Derenberger's initial curiosity switched to apprehension and then to actual fear. Cold tried to reassure him. "I am the same as you are," he comforted. "I sleep and breath and bleed as you do. I wish you no harm, only happiness."

Woody's idea of happiness then was a mug of black coffee in the kitchen of his own home, but the prospects seemed slim. He admitted he might have taken off, but there was no place to go. The big ship was only a few feet above his truck. Other cars passed while he sat there, a passenger car and a truck. Woody learned later the truck driver had seen him, but hadn't seen the mystery ship and thought Woody was taking to a friend along the road.

After several minutes, Cold stepped back from the truck, his "ship" lowered to the ground and Woody saw what he thought was another "creature" open the door, admit Cold, then slam it "just like a car door." The craft took off.

"The papers said later it took off with tremendous speed." Woody told me. "It didn't. I was the one who took off with tremendous speed."

"You should have seen him when he got home," Woody's wife said. "He looked awful. I thought he'd struck and killed somebody with the truck. He loves to play with the children, but not that night. I had to shoo them out. He just sat there in the kitchen, Grey-colored, and saying "You're going to think I'm crazy," or "you're going to laugh at me." Then he told me what happened."

"I was in shock., "Woody said. "That's what the doctor told me."

"He tried to make a report to the police and he couldn't even hold the phone," his wife said. "I had to make the call and when I reported it, the officer said it was the third call like that they'd had that night."

State and city police, a USAF sergeant and representatives from the local TV station swarmed around him the next day. "I consented to a TV appearance," Woody said. "But if I had it to do over again, there'd be none of that. As a matter of fact, Cold appeared two nights later and we had another talk. I never mentioned it around here."

"What was your second conversation about?" I asked.

"That night, November 4, I was driving home from Pomeroy, Ohio with a friend. I got these messages that Cold was there and then I saw the "ship". My friend saw it too, and several people in the area saw it that night, but nobody knew about my talk with Cold."

Woody settled back a little farther in his chair and gave me a serious appraisal. "You see, Mrs. Marling, I wasn't the person Cold planned to contact that first time. He's told me since that he was really homing in on a car ahead of me, a fellow he'd kept under watch for several days and believed would be a good communicant. But the man's car was so close to a busy intersection that Cold was afraid there might be an accident if he dropped down in front of him, so he chose me instead. He wasn't sorry. He told me I'm receptive, a good communicant."

"They aren't making contact only around here," Mrs. Derenberger told me. "They are doing this all over the country. But they find the people in West Virginia more receptive."

"It was at that second meeting, the night of November 4, that Cold told me about himself. He's from a planet called 'Lanulos,' located near the galaxy 'Genemedes.' They have woods, streams, fields, oceans, the same as we do. They've taken samples of our vegetation, our animals. Ours are much like theirs. Cold is married, his wife is named Kimi and he had two sons at that time. Has three children, now, one was born right around Christmas time, a little girl."

"They're Time Travelers," Mrs. Derenberger injected.

"That's right," Woody said. "In the fourth dimension. One reason they can't stay here too long at a time is because they get younger down here instead of older. Their life span is 125 - 175 years, but if they stayed here too long I think they'd go back in years and possibly forget how to manipulate their craft."

"They have 9 scout ships in this area," Mrs. Derenberger said.

"Two men to a craft," Woody elaborated, "except one ship that has four. On one craft there is a husband-wife team, Jitro and Elvara Cletaw."

"Did Cold still insist this was a friendly visit, no harm would come to you?" I asked.

"He reassured me. He's told me on several occasions that the people on his planet travel and trade with other planets all the time and that's what they want to do here. Lanulos has many things that would be of value to us, and we have many things that would be of value to Lanulos. Cold wants to have a friendly exchange."

"Aren't we too far away for a working trade agreement?" I asked.

"They don't operate out of their own planet. They have a landing base on the Moon. There's a Mother Ship up there, big as a football field and nine stories high, equipped with berthing docks. These scout ships land there and are taken aboard the mother ship."

"If there's something like that up there, I should think NASA would be interested in it," I suggested.

"Oh, NASA knows all about this," Woody assured me. "Knows more about it than I do. I took my family down to Cape Kennedy not long ago and we were talking with some of the NASA people. I told them Indrid had seen all the devices we've put on the Moon, has even waved at the cameras. He's seen every astronaut who's ever gone up and has waved at them and they've waved back. NASA said they knew all about it. I'd told them nothing new."

The pressures and confusion that are now a part of the Derenberger's daily life have taken their toll on Woody's wife. She is a pretty brunette who, up until November, 1966, had led the life of a happily married mother of two on the peaceful western fringe of the state. Since that night their phone has run round the clock. "We've had our number changed. We have an unlisted one now. Still they call. The mail comes in from all over the world, Japan, Germany, Okinawa. And callers, from 10 to 50 almost every night.... just driving right up, some make all night trips to get there... coming in the house. They think they'll see the ship. It comes in often. Some of them see it, some don't. We had one NICAP investigator out there who was carrying so much equipment, cameras, tape recorders, Geiger counters, he could scarcely get through the door. He didn't see the ship."

"Cold doesn't like a lot of people, a lot of confusion. He comes when the weather's bad, in the snow or pouring rain. Times when our aircraft are grounded."

"Has there been much Air Force activity around your place?" I asked.

"We're told the local authorities and the Air Force aren't out there, but we've seen some uniformed and armed men there... often. We don't know who they are."

"Has anyone else been in touch with Cold around here?'

"Yes, there's a group that gets together. They know him. There's a doctor, a minister, several businessmen. You see, Mrs. Marling, Cold comes here often. He's brought me bread from his planet. It's richer and coarser than ours, like old-fashioned biscuits. He even brought some spirits. Yucatan brandy in a wooden bottle."

"What was that like?"

"I'm not a drinking man, but I drank some of this. My father-in-law said it was like eggnog. But I thought it was syrupy.

"How did you react?"

"I really got high..."

"I tried to keep that wooden bottle," he told me. "I've tried to take things several times to have evidence that Cold was here. I even tried to steal something, but I never get away with it."

"If he's friendly why doesn't he let you take his picture, or give you something to show, or make an appointment with the Air Force or NASA or some organization that could really pin this thing down."

"He says it's not the right time, Mrs. Marling. He's been in touch with the head of our government and our military forces and agreed to show up at any place agreeable to them. But our government laid down certain stipulations. Told him we'd have to determine when they came, when they would leave and when they could have their ship back. Cold wouldn't hear of it."

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This article ran in Flying saucers - October 1967 by M. Spohn Marling

THURSDAY'S CHILD

UNKNOWN 'ENTITY' IN ARGENTINA

2008-11-27T07:07:00.000-08:00

Reported in Colonia Elia, Argentina

Posted: 26 Nov 2008 07:51 AM CST
Very early in the morning on October 8, a team from Vision Ovni headed for the locality of Colonia Elia in the Province of Entre Rios to research the manifestations of a strange creature that appears in smallholds and fields, slaying farm animals as well as calves and sheep. This was the information presented to us by the national media, which had taken an interest in the story. It was thanks to this interest that we became aware of the case.

Once we had reached the site, 260 kilometers distant along Route 14, we entered Colonia Elia through a dirt road in search of the witnesses. As always, we employed an old but sure-fire strategy to get information. We stopped a man who was riding along on horseback, and he quickly indicated the location of the Restayno family home. This was the family that had witnessed the events involving the unusual creature.

The witnesses warmly welcomed us: they showed us evidence of the mutilations, which was among the reasons for our trip, and quickly told us the details of the occurrences.

A Summary of the Restayno Family’s Experiences

Manifestations of this entity began a year ago, around September 15, when they found a dead chicken beside the granary, displaying strange marks, and a large print on the ground (see photo of plaster cast, courtesy of Daniel Padilla, researcher). The family’s boys – Matias and Gabriel – fully knowledgeable about the animals that wander the fields, could not recognize the type of marks left on the chicken’s breast and much less identify the footprint found near the dead animal. In an effort to glean further evidence, they found tear marks, made as if by claws, in the back of the hen house. The following night, early in the morning, the heard noises that prompted them to go outside to see what was happening. Matias, 16, was startled when he saw a bizarre figure scurry away among the vegetation at the back of the house; he described this figure as large (standing at least 1.70 meters) and swift in its getaway. Upon inspecting the hen house, they found a dead chicken with a large rip in it chest.

From that moment on, the family’s boys would not have a normal life again, as each night turned into an episode of chase and attempted capture of this creature, which turned the family’s life into a strange adventure. According to each family member, the “critter”, as they’ve dubbed it, seems more frightened than them. Whenever the possibility of an encounter exists, the reaction is always the same: flight.

All manner of snares have been laid out to trap this creature: otter traps, cages (lent by a neighbor who cares for endangered animals), and they even prepared a trap using old bedding elastic [...]. The creature was captured in each of these, but managed to free itself. The otter trap, however, inflicted serious injury, given that blood traces remained on the trap and on a nearby stone. These samples were taken for analytical purposes.

Manifestations have been constant. The witness see fleeting shadows and the entity’s claw-prints, such as the ones it left on a tree, as though it had used the wood to sharpen them, or its footsteps, which are easily seen because the boys, in their urge to secure evidence, began spreading ashes and rice powder around the hen houses.

The best was yet to come, and it would happen inside the house at three o’clock in the morning. Matias heard a noise behind the kitchen but within his home. This experience allowed Matias to clearly see the entity that had been engaged in the chicken mutilations. We managed to obtain an oral picture of the creature. We showed him a series of figures from our files, and he identified one of them as very similar, and based on that, he outlined the description of what confronted him that night.

He seized his carbine (.22 caliber) and quickly headed to the front of the house. When he drew the curtain of the room that houses his mother’s pantry and the cheese-making churns, he found the “critter” on top of the freezer, clearly intending to grab the churn. Matias’s immediate reaction was to fire, which he did four times without wounding it. The animal jumped through a window, spilling chicken entrails throughout the room.
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This is from Phantom and Monsters

THURSDAYS CHILD

SUBTLE ENERGIES AND THE VISITING OTHERS

2008-11-23T07:31:00.000-08:00

By C. B. Scott Jones, Ph.D.

The field of exploration into UFO and ET phenomena is now in its own Phase Two. It has moved from showing that these phenomena are real to a search for how they relate to the lives of each one of us. Former fighter pilot, Navy Commander, and intelligence officer Scott Jones has been involved in both Phase One and Phase Two of this area of subtle energies.

THE EARLY YEARS

Years ago, during the Cold War, a friend and I designed a project to play with the minds of Soviet leaders. What we wanted to do was to transmit information to the KGB that would have been very difficult for the CIA or any other intelligence service to gain - personal, inside the Politburo, gossip. It would have left them puzzling whether that information could possibly have come from a former, now deceased, Soviet leader. We hoped to plant the seed that there is more to "life" than the earth-based experience, an idea that might have caused them to reflect on the karmic implications of some of their actions.

Working with assorted former Soviet leaders in spirit, we finally got from Nikita Khrushchev the type of titillating Politburo gossip that we thought would get their attention. At that point, the Soviet leadership changed, and Gorbachev took over. I began to get feelings that what we were doing might not be a good idea. A friend called and invited me to attend a joint presentation by Caroline Myss and Sir George Trevelyan. This was welcome and I looked forward to asking Caroline and Genesis, the entity she channels, for some mid-course guidance. When Caroline and I were alone following her presentation, she suddenly said, "You are doing something with Russia, I want to hear about it." I told her about OVERLORD II, the name we had given our project, an invasion of the Soviet mind, and wondered if it was still a viable effort. She chided me, reminding me that she had told me before that I was my own psychic, and to do my own work. I responded that I did get my own input, but my concern was that much of it was so subtle that I missed it. She was quiet for about twenty seconds and then the powerful voice of Genesis spoke, "Dear Scott, what is subtle about the people we send to your office, and have call you on the phone, and send you faxes?" (This was pre-email). I was humbled by the truth. He then said, "Telling this chap about survival after death is like teaching your grandmother how to whistle." We closed down the project. I had been reminded again of the many ways that non local awareness works.

Cultural Trance: Manipulating Consensus Thinking

Cultural trance has intrigued me for years. Charles T. Tart, Emeritus Professor of Psychology, University of California at Davis, is an expert on this phenomenon, and his book, "Waking Up: Overcoming the Obstacles to Human Potential," covers the subject well. Tart refers to consensus trance, the sleep of everyday life, as our "normal" state of consciousness. He observes that to become "normal" involves a selective shaping: the development of approved potentials, and inhibition of disapproved ones. "When you automatically think, behave, and feel 'normal,' when the internal workings of your mind automatically echo most of the values and beliefs of your culture, you have achieved cultural consensus trance. Our interlocking set of beliefs includes the belief that we don't have a 'belief system.' Foreigners have strange 'beliefs,' but we know what is right!" (Tart, 1986, page 89).

Throughout history, there have always been institutions and individuals who have recognized the powerful potential of using and manipulating consensus thinking for their own purposes. The most successful counter-intelligence operations have been run by those with great insight into a culture's trance state. We are on the brink of challenging the world's consensus view of the nature of reality and the power of many established institutions and organizations around the world.

For ten years my small non-profit organization P.E.A.C.E., Inc. (www.peaceroom.com), has been involved in encouraging colleges and universities around the world to adopt our Sustainable Peace and Development (SPD) program. A few have, and many more are considering it. The SPD program has some unique features, but the important point of our work is to involve the future leaders of the world during their college and university years in the study of conflict resolution and peace. Our pitch is that this will increase the odds that they will have a world in which to realize their dreams and express their genius. Until a year ago, all of this was most conventional and solidly within the bounds of every culture that has adopted the Western model of the university.

Challenging the Consensus View: The ET Phenomenon

However, for eighty years I have had personal experiences that appear to me to be related to extraterrestrial phenomena. The first event happened when I was an infant, dying from pneumonia. According to family history, the doctor had told them that the battle was over and he did not expect me to survive the night. My own memory of what happened was recovered after extensive hypnotic regression work and finally with deep, targeted meditation. What I saw was a tall Gray Alien step out of the shadows of the darkened room where I lay in a crib, and placed a hand over my flooded lungs. Someone apparently had other plans for me. The next morning the fever had broken, breathing was near normal, and I was hungry and cranky. Therefore, I was not surprised when I started getting input during meditation, the dream state, and particularly during travel to present the SPD program. The message I received was that the most important level of peace work was not terrestrial, but cosmic. I found this most intriguing and opened myself up, requesting details. The details are still flowing in, and I will share some of them here. With these recent messages I am again in the realm of subtle energies.

When you give serious thought to the potential impact of the disclosure that there are cultures from other star systems, and perhaps other dimensions, visiting Earth, the phrase, "Houston, we have a problem," takes on new meaning. It will be a massive challenge to the consensus view of what is real. Few of you reading this are unaware of the 1947 Roswell incident, and know of continuous reports from around the world of sightings of craft that can perform in ways that are beyond the most modern technology. There is probably much more we could see but do not because our cultural trance clouds our perceptions.

"Believers" have many sightings; "non-believers" have very, very few.

Could it be that off-earth cultures that are tens to hundreds of thousands of years older than Earth cultures are using a combination of technology and mind power to allow us to gradually experience what we can accept? That would be a very loving way of saying hello. I believe they have been saying "hello" in this way for over sixty years.

Now it appears that there is an additional message being sent: "The time for disclosure is at hand," and, "You either start disclosure or we will do it for you." I think that the reason for this timetable is very serious. The Visiting Others (my preferred collective label for the dozens of different visiting cultures that have been identified) have shown specific interest in our nuclear facilities. ICBM sites in both the US and Russia have been monitored by them, and to our great consternation, systems have been shut down during these visits. I speculate that now some country has either placed nuclear weapons in orbit, or is planning to do so, and this is a line in cosmic dust that we should not have crossed.

Government Disclosure Imminent

I was Special Assistant to Senator Claiborne Pell when he was Chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. One of my joyful jobs was to visit research facilities in countries that we knew were seriously involved in the study of consciousness. The US was respected as well as feared in those years, and Pell could open the doors needed for my work. To my surprise and pleasure, the labs I visited in the Soviet Union that were involved in consciousness research were also responsible for trying to figure out the extraterrestrial enigma. They explained that since so much of what they were discovering about extraterrestrials was psychic in nature, that they were assigned both jobs. Their reference to psychic phenomena was specifically related to telepathic communications and to control of the craft, some of which appeared to be organic in nature. Now here are two interesting examples of the use of subtle energy: the first, telepathy, is very familiar, while the second, mind control of a living vehicle is less so.

The briefings about extraterrestrial research I received in Moscow and Leningrad were clearly based on the recovery of crashed extraterrestrial craft. I asked them if this was the case, and they confirmed it. Later Mikhail Gorbachev publicly stated that ETs were real and we needed to pay attention to them.

There is a direct correlation between the capability to view the dark side of the moon and movement toward disclosure. In July 2008, the Indian Space Research Organization (ISRO) is scheduled to launch its first mission to the moon. They will join the US, Russia, Japan, China, and the European Space Agency in this achievement. Even before this launch, there have been news stories in the Indian media that India is on the threshold of discovery of extraterrestrial moon bases. In September 1990 my visits with Chinese researchers on this subject were not as productive as later ones in November with their Russian counterparts. But a member of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs did tell me that when the US made such an announcement, China would be a close second. France and Belgium have issued strong and concerned statements on the subject, and the UK has recently released thousands of pages from their UFO files, although what they have released is raw data without any assessments. In Japan, the issue has been broached in the Diet, their legislative assembly, and commented upon by the Defense and Science Minsters.

We do not know how coordinated the public comments from knowledgeable countries about extraterrestrial contact with Earth are, but we do know with confidence that no country has a monopoly on the knowledge and that the fraternity of countries with proof in hand is growing. The inevitability of disclosure, coordinated or not, is assured, and my assessment is that the US has been pressured by the increasing number of countries that can speak with authority about the subject, to initiate its own strategy for disclosure.

There are bound to be some serious issues ahead in confronting our cultural trance. I believe that the little Grays, one of the types of Visiting Others, are androids with just enough consciousness to do what they are programmed to do. I am sure that they are semiconscious from abundant data about their ability to induce a range of emotions from stark fear to calming peacefulness. Their culture is limited to what their creators want them to be capable of doing. The real business will be with their creators and controllers.

Contactee reports about various races of Visiting Others are confounding and complex, exactly what we would expect when trying to figure out an entity with an unimaginable IQ and whose likely principal recreation during an eight-hundred year life span has been mind games. The primary mode of communications with the visiting Others is telepathy. I suspect that when the VOs really want to make a point they will amplify the subtle energy involved in telepathy to a voice-in-the-head level.

The Task Ahead

What can we do about what lies ahead? We all must transform to move away from violence, avarice and uncaring and become peaceful, compassionate and generous. Perhaps these turnabouts could impress the Visiting Others as they decide what is in the best interest of the cosmos. President Reagan's Star War solution to an alien threat was a dream for the military-industrial complex, and probably caused a few Visiting Others to question if they had seriously overestimated human intelligence.

My peace mission now involves something I have called "Plan C." It is designed to prepare the global public for disclosure; to influence the strategy of disclosure by the terrestrial powers to achieve the most positive outcome for everyone; and to send a message to the Visiting Others that we are concerned, determined, vigilant, and working hard to merit inclusion in the Cosmic Community as a trustworthy, intelligent, valuable and peaceful member.

Right now we don't meet any of these conditions. What that means is that disclosure either results in a massive transformation of our current global economic and political system, or it will be "Lights out, Earth."

Earth is important, but we have failed to organize and function in a way that honors and protects that importance. Pay attention to disclosure. Get involved. It is a one-in-a-world event, where, as always, subtle energy abounds. If individual transformative action isn't enough to pull this off, nothing can. Ralph Waldo Emerson has nailed this: What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us. No surgeon's scalpel can access these realms. Only the most subtle energies reach these treasures of power and knowledge.

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We thank Dr. Leo Sprinkle who submitted this article. It is from Bridges Magazine, Summer, 2008

Thursday's Child

ALIEN AUTOPSY - GAME OVER

2008-11-20T08:14:00.000-08:00

The devil is in the detail – The Spyros Melaris story
By Philip Mantle

It was 1993 when I was first contacted by London businessman Ray Santilli. It was l995 when Santilli’s controversial ‘Alien Autopsy Film’ was released around the world. I have covered events surrounding this film in many publications around the world and in my book ‘ALIEN AUTOPSY INQUEST’ so forgive me if I don’t cover old ground here.

On June 22nd 2007 I travelled by train to London to meet up with Ray Santilli and his business partner Gary Shoefield. We had a pleasant lunch together and Ray Santilli showed me some frames of film encased in a type of perspex material. Santilli claimed these were original vintage 1947 frames of film from the alien autopsy. As they came with no official seal of approval or had been authenticated by anyone they were useless.

Within a couple of days of this meeting my friend and colleague Russel Callaghan, editor of UFO DATA magazine, had a phone call from a man by the name of Spyros Melaris. This man claimed he had lead the team that faked the whole alien autopsy film. He was a magician and filmmaker and he was now ready to spill the beans. He gave Russel a run down of the who, what, why and where of the whole affair. Because of my involvement in this affair Russel was soon on the phone to me with the details. It wasn’t long before I spoke to Spyros Melaris myself and he was telling me things in great detail. During the next few weeks I had several telephone conversations with Spyros Melaris and also put him in contact with US TV producer Robert (Bob) Kiviat at his request. Spyros was considering the best way to go public with his story, he had a book planned and thought that a TV documentary might also be a good idea.

Along with my colleagues Russel Callaghan, Michael Buckley and Steve Johnston, I was one of the co-organisers of the UFO DATA annual conference. It just so happened, that the 2007 conference had a loose Roswell theme to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the Roswell Incident. My colleagues and I discussed the possibility of asking Spyros Melaris to make his first public statement on this whole thing at our conference and eventually he agreed. The conference itself was held over the weekend of October 20th & 21st 2007 in Pontefract, West Yorkshire. A packed audience saw Spyros take the stage on Sunday October 21st. I had met him in person for the first time the night before at the hotel and I made loose arrangements to formally interview him at his home later in the year. As promised, Spyros took to the stage and told of his involvement in the making of the alien autopsy film. A small few members of the audience were rather upset to hear this but the vast majority were fascinated by what he had to say.

I made arrangements to visit the home of Spyros Melaris on November 16th 2007 and I drove to his house in Hertfordshire with my partner Christine. Before the formal audio-taped interview began we had lunch with Spyros and his lovely wife Anne. Over lunch Spyros showed us some of the documentary evidence he has to support his claims. This included his diary from l995, hand drawn sketches of the alien, a full list of hand painted story board images of the whole alien autopsy film, original fax messages from Kodak in the USA providing copies of l947 fill canister labels, and a large portfolio of research material. This was mainly of vintage (l940’s) US military vehicles and some vintage US military medical photographs. The interview itself lasted around two hours and we only touched the tip of the iceberg. The full interview can be located online at: http://www.outtahear.com/beyond_updates/index.html (Alien Autopsy Information section). I would like to thank my colleague Steve Johnston for transcribing this interview in full. The following is based on that interview.

Who is Spyros Melaris

As the name might give it away Spyros was originally born in Cyprus. As a boy he was taught a magic trick by his grandfather and his love of magic was born. The other passion as a boy growing up in the UK was film making. At school he told his careers officer that he wanted to be an actor but this was discouraged. A proper job was what he should have. So a proper job he took and after leaving school became an apprentice trained motor mechanic. However, his love of magic and film making eventually won over and he eventually became a magician and a filmmaker. He now owns his own TV studio in London and makes TV shows for all the major networks in the UK and independent production companies alike. In short in his owns words we make programmes for “anyone who books us.”

How Did he Meet Ray Santilli

In January 1995 he was to attend the MIDEM music industry event in Cannes, France. He was taking a film crew there and had some spare time on his hands so he sent fax messages to 4 production companies picked at random from a media directory. He basically asked them if they wanted to hire him and his crew while in Cannes. One of these happened to be the Merlin Group owned by Ray Santilli. Spyros and Ray Santilli had a few telephone conversations but did not meet and arranged to meet in Cannes. By pure chance they bumped into each other at a restaurant in Cannes and it was here that Ray Santilli fist told Spyros Melaris that he had obtained film footage of an alien. Holding back a smirk Spyros asked Santilli if he was serious and he replied he was, not only that he wanted Spyros to make a documentary from this footage. They eventually agreed to meet at Ray Santilli’s office back in London. A few days later Spyros kept his appointment with Santilli at his office in London. Here he met an almost distraught Ray Santilli who told him he’d bought this film but it had turned out to be very poor quality. Spyros was shown what has become known as the ‘tent footage’ and he immediately recognised it as been shot on video. The tape he was shown was on VHS format. Santilli seemed surprised that he had recognised it as being shot on video so quickly and he realised the game was up. Again in Spyros’s own words “. If I can’t get it past this guy, I’m not going to get it past anyone else. He realised it was game up. That’s when the meeting ended. I thought the guy’s mad. He’s trying a fast one. I thought it was over at that point.”

So How Did The Idea of a Fake Film Come About

Melaris met up with his friend and colleague John Humphreys. Humphreys is a Royal Academy trained sculptor whose work had sometimes overlapped into film and TV special effects. Melaris and Humphreys had known each other for a long time and had worked on a number of things together in the past. Melaris simply put the idea to Humphreys, “John, do you fancy sculpting an alien?” Melaris told Humphreys of his meeting with Santilli and basically came up with the idea of making it. They talked things over from a legal point of view and how it might help them break into other projects, even Hollywood. The idea was to make it, release it to the world and then make a second programme shortly after showing how they did it. Humphreys agreed and Melaris pitched the idea to Santilli. Santilli looked like a man reborn almost and agreed. The budget put forward by Melaris was about £30,000 and it was Santilli’s business partner and friend Volker Spielberg who put up the money. The funding was in place, contracts and a confidentiality agreement were signed and the ball was rolling.

The Team Behind The Making of The Film

First off there was Spyros Melaris. He designed and directed the film, directed, instructed and paid the rest of the team, made the autopsy table along with many of the other props, he also made the ‘contamination suits’ as well as obtain the props and cameras. The main researcher behind it all was Spyros’s then girlfriend Geraldine. She was the one who checked the medical books, spoke with surgeons and pathologists and she even played the part of the nurse in the film. Geraldine is not her real name as she wishes to remain anonymous. John Humphreys of course made the alien’s bodies. The mould was actually made from John’s ten year-old son who was quite tall. As a trained sculptor Humphreys had also studied anatomy so he was the man who played the surgeon in the film. Another friend of Spyros’s was Greg Simmons. He was seen occasionally in the film in one of the contamination suits and he also played the part of the soldier in the Debris Footage. Gareth Watson, a colleague of Santilli’s and Shoefield’s was the man in the surgical mask behind the glass, and finally Spyros’s brother Peter helped behind the scenes. The set was built in Geraldine’s house in Camden in London. The property was in the process of being converted into three flats (apartments) at the time and was therefore empty. The props were obtained from someone Spyros knew in the USA. She was not told what they were for and were all ordered separately and delivered to different addresses so as not to arouse suspicion. The camera’s were obtained by Spyros, one bought and one borrowed from a friend.

Why Are There Two Separate Autopsy Films

According to Spyros the first ‘Alien Autopsy’ film went pretty much as planned. However, upon completion Geraldine noticed that a few of the medical procedures were not correct. They therefore had to make another creature and film another one. Apparently Santilli was ready for packing it all in at this point as there was no more money in the budget to film it again. They persevered and made another one at Spyros’s cost the very next day. This too was not without problems. The foam latex used to fill the dummy had not worked right and an air bubble had left a hollow space in the creature’s leg. Humphreys was despatched to the local butchers by Spyros to get a leg joint of a sheep. This was inserted into the hollow part in the alien’s right leg, a few other things were added, the outside of the leg was gently burnt with a blowtorch and hey presto, the leg wound. Some of the inner organs were manufactured by Melaris, and animal organs were also used for the alien’s innards, although altered with a scalpel and coated with latex. The alien’s brain was actually made from three sheep’s brains and part of a pig’s brain cast in gelatine. This is how there came to be two separate autopsy films one of which was shown in its entirety, while the second one made, has only ever been released in part.

The Wreckage and I-beams.

These were all designed by Spyros himself. At the October 2007 UFO DATA conference Spyros showed me how he had designed the ‘writing’ on them and what it said. The wreckage was then manufactured by John Humphreys, Spyros and his brother Peter. He told me that he based it on Greek lettering, a bit of ancient Egyptian stylising and some artistic license. On the main large beam, if translated correctly it reads ‘FREEDOM’. Spyros thought this a fitting name for an alien spacecraft. While designing the letters which spell the word ‘FREEDOM’, Spyros noticed that if the word is turned upside down, the word ‘VIDEO’ could be seen. He adjusted some of the letters to better facilitate this, so the piece would throw a little red herring into the mix. The translation of the smaller beam is being held back for Spyros’s book.

The Cameraman’s Home Video Interview

According to Melaris, Ray Santilli was put under a lot of pressure by various parties to arrange an interview with the fictitious cameraman he allegedly bought the film from. Of course according to Melaris there was no such person so he came up with the idea of creating this aspect of the whole affair as well. The basic scenario is that Melaris flew to Los Angeles and met up with Santilli’s partner Gary Shoefield. Melaris wanted to find an eighty year old tramp on the streets of L.A. Pay him a few hundred dollars, put him in front of a camera and ask him to read from a script. Santilli and Shoefield were nervous, and not sure this would work but Spyros was confident he could pull this off, and went ahead. He found an old guy living rough on the street, offered him $500 and a night in the hotel and he duly agreed. Again, by pure chance the chap had been an actor many years ago. Melaris took his name and the name of a movie he had appeared in. These details will be released in his book. He cleaned him up, gave him a shave, added a bit of make up and a false prosthetic nose and chin and the job was done. The man himself did not know what he was reading or where it was going to be used. There was little chance that he would see the broadcast either. No one would recognise him in a thousand years. And they never did. This film was delivered in person in New York to US TV producer Bob Kiviat by Gary Shoefield and a man claiming to be the cameraman’s son. Eventually the film in question was broadcast on TV in Japan only and from there it was copied and distributed to UFO researchers around the world. The trick worked, no one has identified the man in question, and Melaris claims he is the only one who can do this.

The Crash Site

There are a number of people who believe the alien autopsy film is authentic, not because of the film itself but because of the crash site. Ray Santilli released details, supposedly from his cameraman, as to where the incident took place in the desert. How did this come about? Well, according to Spyros this was quite simple. In l995 he flew to Roswell. Here he interviewed many local people including Loretta Proctor. Mrs. Proctor was the neighbour of rancher Mac Brazel and it was she who suggested that Mac take some of the UFO debris into town after he found it. Spyros also met and hired private pilot Rodney Corn. He asked corn to fly him over the UFO crash site, to which he replied “which one.” There are in fact at least three such sites. So, Spyros flew over all three of them, filming as he went. Rodney Corn was able to show Spyros a great deal from the air, far better than would have been possible on foot. This included small dirt roads and long forgotten landmarks. Before the interview took place Spyros also informed me that he obtained both old and new maps of the area. All of this information was handed to Ray Santilli and it was Santilli, not Spyros, who then put it all together to make a location for a nonexistent crash site.

The Grand Plan

I asked Spyros what was the grand plan. The research was done, the film was made, so what next. Apparently it was a rather simple plan. To release the film to a broadcaster, ask them to investigate and see what happens. They were confident that it would not be exposed as a fake. Then, after a few months the plan was to hold their hands up and tell all. The reason this didn’t happen was money. Spyros had signed a confidentiality agreement with Ray Santilli and Santilli was still adamant that he needed to recoup his initial investment allegedly paid for the tent footage. Santilli told Melaris that he had invested a lot of money on this film and he must re coup that before they were to go public. Santilli reminded Spyros that he was bound by the confidentiality agreement and he was not to say or do anything until Santilli said so. Apart from a cheque for about £10,000, which Spyros split with his team, no royalties were ever paid. Santilli told him that due to the fact that he had stated publicly that it was a military film, that it had simply been copied by third parties without permission and used without payment as the people who were using the film believed that the copyright was vested with the US Military and not with Santilli. Eventually time went on and Spyros just got on with life. He was constantly working on other projects with Santilli and earning a living and the alien autopsy film was all but forgotten.

Going Public

The one thing that I first asked Spyros was why was it that he had decided to go public with this information now. It was twelve years since the alien autopsy film hit the headlines. Melaris stuck to his confidentiality agreement. From a legal point of view if he broke it he could have been sued. However, in 2005 he was approached by Santilli and Shoefield to be involved in the movie version of this whole affair. He asked both if they would now tell the true story and reveal that it was all a fake but they said no, they were going to maintain that they really did have original film. Again Santilli and Shoefield stated that there was no money in it and that they were doing it for “a bit of fun” when pressed they admitted that both Santilli and Shoefield would get paid a percentage of the profits, there was no such offer for Melaris. Melaris declined their offer. He left that meeting under the impression that the movie was not going to be made. However, the movie was made and distributed by Warner Bros and so Melaris felt that he was now able to speak as the story was now in the public domain.

The Doubters

To round off the interview I asked Spyros Melaris what he had to say to the doubters out there, those that believe the alien autopsy film is the genuine article. I’m not going to paraphrase this; instead I will use his words in full:

PM: Time’s against us, Spyros. I’ll ask one last question. There are those out there who believe in this film and Santilli 100% and they think that you’re some kind of pathological liar, playing devil’s advocate here, so please don’t be offended.

SM: No. Go ahead.

PM: What would you say if you could say one thing to the doubters out there? Is there any one thing that you can say that would say to them Spyros Melaris is who he says he is and has made this film?

SM: I don’t think that there’s any doubt that somebody made it today. That’s fair to say that somebody made the film and even Santilli said it’s a fake, but it was made from original film. I think that’s really the question. The question isn’t whether I made it because I can prove I made it. John Humphries will tell you I made it. Ray would probably tell you I made it! He couldn’t deny it. There’s too much evidence. The question is did I make it from original film? And the simple answer to that is no. There was never any original film other than the tent footage. I’ve never seen any other film. Ray maintains that he’s got original film. My question to Ray is how would that film marry with what I made? It can’t. I haven’t actually seen the film. Now you may say, “Maybe you’re lying and you did see the film and you made it.”

The story’s a bigger story if there was a real film. There would be more money in it. There wouldn’t be a reason for me and Ray to be parted. Why would we fall out? The common sense has got to come into the argument. I’m part of something as big as real film of a real alien. Why would I jeopardize being part of that and go off on my own? There’s no reason to. That’s the first thing.

The second thing. I promise you, something happened in Roswell. I’m not an easy person… I’m a sceptic. I’m not an easy person to convince. Thirty people that I talked to out there, clever people, doctors, lecturers, all sorts of people tell me they saw something. And I believe them. Something happened. A lot of ordinary people. Something happened. So, I don’t think there’s dispute about whether or not something happened in Roswell or other sightings or whether or not everything’s fake. No, I don’t think everything’s fake. I do know this is. I also know that if Ray had original film, he’d be jumping through hoops to let you test it. I’m sorry, but that’s what you would do. You would say, “Give me billions of pounds for this.” That’s what you would say. You would say, “I’ve got nothing to worry about. The cameraman doesn’t want to speak, but look at the film.” That’s what you’d do! That’s what you would do.

PM: Say no more.

[END OF INTERVIEW]

Once again I would like to reiterate that this is only part of what Spyros Melaris had to tell me. The full-unedited interview can be found in the alien autopsy section of our web site at: http://www.outtahear.com/beyond_updates/index.html
Checking The Facts

So how do we check that what Spyros Melaris is telling us is correct? It is no easy task I can assure you. The documentary material shown to me by Spyros is intriguing but not proof positive. My colleague Mark Center in the USA checked the private pilot Rodney Corn for me and he does exist. Mark spoke to him on the phone but he has no recollection of being hired by Spyros Melaris. This could be because he was hired by Geraldine, and we are talking about an event which happened over 12 years ago.

At the UFO DATA conference in October 2007 was German researcher Michael Hesemann. Michael was also one of the speakers that weekend. Michael investigated the alien autopsy film from l995 through to l997 and believes it to be authentic. After the conference when Michael was back home in Germany he sent me an email that quite frankly left me stunned. He admitted for the first time that in l996 someone sent Michael an email telling him that Spyros Melaris was the hoaxer. Hesemann had never shared this information with anyone. I asked him what he did with it and he simply told me that he phoned Ray Santilli and asked him if he knew this man to which Santilli replied he did not. Michael told me he left it at that. However, Spyros Melaris independently informed me that in l996 he had received a phone call from someone with a German accent asking him if he was the hoaxer and he of course denied it. He did not know who the caller was until he met Hesemann at our conference. I pressed Michael about this and eventually he admitted he did phone Spyros back in l996. Why Michael Hesemann never shared this information with anyone else is beyond me. In his defence Michael has stated that there were others mentioned at the time and he did not want to spread false rumours, but these others names were circulated and eliminated. I have to be honest and say here and now that I cannot understand why Hesemann sat on this information and never told anyone. I leave it to you to make up your own mind. A colleague of mine who is a veteran TV and movie special effects artist also took a look at the interview with Spyros. In his considered opinion the techniques and materials used by Melaris and his team to make the fake alien creature are 100% correct. There is no question in his mind that the dummies were made in the way described. He does have a few questions he’d like to ask, but these are purely little points of clarification and there is nothing wrong with what Melaris has had to say.

The other main person involved in all of this is of course US TV producer Bob Kiviat. Several years back my colleague Tim Mathews and I were tipped off about John Humphreys, Humphreys was part of the team and he made the dummies. Bob tried for years to get Humphreys on camera and make a TV documentary but all to no avail. Eventually Bob did make a TV show for Channel 5 but without Humphreys in it. This was never broadcast. Both Humphreys and Melaris have spoken at length to Bob Kiviat about their involvement in this whole affair so I took the opportunity to ask Bob a few questions on December 4th 2007. This mini question and answer session is reproduced here in full:

Q: How many times did you speak with UK sculptor John Humphreys?

A: Once before the Ant & Dec movie came out. In approximately 2003. Once after that.

Q: Did Humphreys tell you on what he based the design for his alien creatures?

A: Yes, just on his own research, books and such. No other help.

Q: Did Humphreys ever see any original film, stills or otherwise?

A: No, never. He claimed it all came from his creative efforts and book research.

Q: During your conversations with Humphreys did he ever mention the name Spyros Melaris?

A: Yes. He said Spyros was the one who hired him for Santilli, who he met perhaps twice and came to the set once. All the money came through Spyros. Also, Spyros was the cameraman.

Q: Did Humphreys provide the names of anyone else involved. If yes what are those names?

A: No other names.

Q: Why was Humphreys looking to work with you on a documentary?

A: Yes, Humphreys wanted me to get him a network TV show based on his revelations that he made the autopsy footage, with Spyros acting as money man and cameraman, who he believed was working for Santilli.

Q: Was Humphreys going to tell all and sink the stories put out by Ray Santilli?

A: Yes, but until I got a commitment from a TV network and guaranteed money for his exclusive he kept much close to his chest.

Q: Did you speak to Humphreys agent/advisor?

A: Yes, his business manager was my main contact for all of 2003 and 2004, and it was he who informed me John was going to do the Ant & Dec movie, without giving me the details. There would also be a companion documentary “that would be my worst nightmare,” he said.

Q: If you did, what did he tell you about Humphreys involvement and reasons for wanting to spill the beans?

A: Instead of Humphreys spilling the beans to me, his manager clearly implied John had lost patience and saw a payday elsewhere – the movie, etc.

Q: You made a TV documentary for Channel 5 in 2006 in which I appeared, could you tell us why it was never broadcast?

Channel 5 was rushing instructions to my productions offices in L.A. from England telling me how the show needed to be styled, and they also wanted to move the airdate up to an almost impossible deadline. We were working around the clock already to appease the Channel 5 executive in charge when one of the top people at FIVE actually listed the show in a TV guide of some sort. That’s when Gary Shoefield contacted FIVE and falsely claimed Ray Santilli was involved in the ownership of my original Fox show, which the new FIVE show was jumping off from. It was an outright fabrication, for my company has the only US copyright to the show AND THE ALIEN AUTOPSY FOOTAGE ITSELF! While we were sorting through this false claim, we interviewed you. When the FIVE executives saw you naming Humphreys as the guy who made the dummy and who was the key pro behind the footage, they wanted confirmation so they ILLEGALLY contacted Humphreys through a consulting producer. Humphreys freaked out, told them he wanted nothing to do with the FIVE show and said he had to contact Warner Bros. Ultimately FIVE reneged on their agreement with my distributor, my distributor did not fight for the airing, and this is how things were left. I’m still debating what course of action I can take to recover my substantial losses and DAMAGE!

Q: You have spoken on the telephone at length with Spyros Melaris. Are you convinced he is telling the truth?

A: For the most part, I can’t find any outlandish things that make his story unbelievable. But I do wonder how he could have been so naïve about the amount of money Santilli was making around the world. This part seems odd, as if he was playing dumb. On the contrary, he seems very bright. And if Ray gave him just enough work to keep him quiet afterward, I still wonder why he let all the other money go into Ray’s pocket without him demanding his share. This doesn’t add up, literally, pound for pound.

Q: You have been involved with the Alien Autopsy film since 1995, you have interviewed or spoken to most if not all the main players in it all, so what now is your conclusion?

A: I’m going to need more time to answer that question. Spryros’ actions or non actions in court will have a lot to do with this, and I’m looking into another intriguing angle that could impact my conclusions.

Robert Kiviat. End of interview.

It is clear from this brief interview with Bob Kiviat that there are slight differences between what John Humphreys says about his role in the faking of the film and what Melaris says. However, Humphreys does state quite clearly that it was Spyros Melaris who was the money man it was Melaris who hired him on behalf of Santilli. Humphreys also confirms without any doubt that there never was any original film. It was a complete and utter fabrication.

I could go on but I think I’ve made my point. In l996 Spyros Melaris was outlined as the hoaxer to German researcher Michael Hesemann. In 2003 US TV producer Bob Kiviat spoke with UK sculptor John Humphreys who confirmed that Spyros was the man in charge and that there was no original film. In 2007 Spyros Melaris goes on the record for the first time and tells how it was all made. Well, perhaps not all. Spyros is holding back certain things for his book, which will be available in early 2008. And as for Ray Santilli, well he’s pretty quiet at the moment but I doubt if he will ever own up as he is quite simply in it too deep.

The long awaited book by Spyros Melaris ‘ALIEN AUTOPSY: The Myth Exposed’ comes with an accompanying DVD.

If you are interested in obtaining a copy of the book it is available February 2008, advanced orders can be placed with DIGInet UK Publications, P.O. Box 60908, London W12 7UT or from Amazon. E-mail orders should be sent to AATrueStory@DIGInetUK.com

About the author:

Philip Mantle is an international author, researcher, lecturer and broadcaster on the UFO subject. His book ALIEN AUTOPSY INQUEST is available now via Amazon. He can be contacted on email at: philip@mantle8353.fsworld.co.uk
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I want to thank Philip Mantle for sending this writeup to me. I think it explains just what happened and we can forget the autopsy film forever!

THURSDAY'S CHILD

HIGH STRANGENESS

2008-11-16T07:27:00.000-08:00

TIME TRAVELER
By Ken Meaux

I take pleasure in sharing with you the following occurrence because I personally interviewed one of the parties involved and have repeatedly gone over the incident with him these past six years. L.C. (his real initials) has been my friend for fifteen years, but as we visited together one day about six years ago, he told me of this most amazing event in his life which haunts him to this day.

L.C. and a business associate, Charlie, (fictitious name) had just finished lunch in the small Southwest Louisiana town of Abbeville. Still discussing their work, they began their drive north along Highway 167 towards the Oil Center city of Lafayette about 15 miles away. The date was October 20 and the time was about 1:30 in the afternoon. It was one of those picture-perfect days in Fall - clear blue skies and a nippy 60 degrees, just right conditions for cruising along with the car windows rolled down.

The highway had been practically traffic-free until they spotted some distance ahead what appeared to be an old turtle-back type auto traveling very slowly. As they closed the distance between their vehicle and this relic from the past, their discussion turned from their insurance work to the old car ahead of them. While the style of the auto indicated it to be decades old, it appeared to be in show room condition, which evoked words of admiration from both L.C. and Charlie. Because the car was traveling so slowly, the two men decided to pass it, but before doing so, slowed to better appreciate the beauty and mint condition of the vehicle. As they did so, L.C. noticed a very large bright orange license plate with the year "1940" clearly printed on it. This was most unusual and probably illegal unless provisions had been made for the antique car to be used in ceremonial parades.

As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C., who was in the passenger's seat, noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing and wearing a hat complete with a long colored feather and a fur coat was, to say the least, a bit unusual. A small child stood on the seat next to her, possibly a little girl. The gender of the child was hard to determine as it too wore a heavy coat and cap. The windows of her car were rolled up, a fact which puzzled L.C. because, though the temperature was nippy, it was quite pleasant and a light sweater was sufficient to keep you comfortable. As they pulled up next to the car, their study turned to alarm as their attention was riveted to the animated expressions of fear and panic on the woman's face. Driving alongside of her at a near crawl (no traffic in either direction allowed this maneuvering) they could see her frantically looking back and forth as if lost or in need of help. She appeared on the verge of tears.

Being on the passenger's side, L.C. called out to her and asked if she needed help. To this she nodded "yes," all the while looking down (old cars sat a little higher than the low profiles of today's cars) with a very puzzled look at their vehicle. L.C. motioned to her to pull over and park on the side of the road. He had to repeat the request several times with hand signs and mouthing the words because her window was rolled up and it seemed she had difficulty hearing them. They saw her begin to pull over so they continued to pass her so as to safely pull over also in front of her. As they came to a halt on the shoulder of the road, L.C. and Charlie turned to look at the old car behind them. However, to their astonishment, there was no sign of the car. Remember, this was on an open highway with no side roads nearby, no place to hide a car. It and its occupants had simply vanished.

L.C. and Charlie looked back at the empty highway. As they sat in the car, spellbound and bewildered, it was obvious to them that a search would prove futile. Meanwhile, the driver of a vehicle that had been behind the old car pulled over behind them. He ran to L.C. and Charlie and frantically demanded an explanation as to what had become of the car ahead of him. His account was as follows.

He was driving North on Highway 167 when he saw, some distance away, a new car passing up a very old car at a slow peace, so slow that they appeared to be nearly stopped. He saw the new car pull onto the shoulder and the old car started to do the same. Momentarily, it obstructed the new car and then suddenly disappeared. All that remained ahead of him was the new car on the shoulder of the highway. Desperate to associate logic to this incredible sight, he immediately assumed an accident had occurred. Indeed, an accident had not occurred, but something more haunting, perhaps as tragic, and certainly more mysterious had.

After discussing what each had seen from his perspective, the three men walked the area for an hour. The third man, who was from out of state, insisted on reporting the incident to the police. He felt that it was a "missing person" situation and that they had been witnesses. L.C. and Charlie refused to do so as they had no idea where the woman and child, along with the car had gone. They were missing alright, but no police on this plane of existence had the power to find them. The third man finally decided that without their cooperation he could not report this on his own for fear his sanity would be questioned. He did exchange addresses and phone numbers with L.C. and Charlie. For years he kept in touch with them, calling just to talk about this incident and to confirm again that he had seen what he had.

High strangeness points to ponder over: what if -- she was from the past, and went forward in time, and she is now an old lady still living today, and what if on that same day it had been her instead of L.C. and Charlie behind the "old car," that same now old lady would have met herself. What if -- the Earth itself has a super mentality and it creates as a cosmic joke all these anomalies of life on its surface just for its amusement or some other esoteric reason. What if -- and this is the final and most depressing of the "what ifs," she had come from the past, popped into the future and did not return to her past. The newspapers of 1940 would puzzle over a disappearance of a mother and her child one cold October day, foul play suspected, the search continues -- while she and the child continue traveling in and out of various time zones forever.

NOT EXACTLY A UFO STORY BUT A GOOD ONE NEVERTHELESS!

See you soon!

Thursday's Child

CASES I INVESTIGATED WITH BOB GRIBBLE IN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.

2008-11-13T06:49:00.000-08:00

Back in July, 1965, there were three boys spending the night in sleeping bags in the backyard of a home in southwest Seattle. Two of the boys wee awakened by a loud fluctuating humming noise and a brilliant light that bathed the whole area in a white glow. They saw a circular object, roughly 4 feet in diameter, with a transparent dome on which was a rotating fixture the boys referred to as a periscope. On the bottom were four appendages that looked like the coiled springs from old fashioned car seats and were thought by the boys to be feelers.

The object descended to within 3 feet of the ground, then began maneuvering around the lawn. When it came close to the boys, they leaped to their feet, grabbed their sleeping companion in his sleeping bag, and literally dragged him into the house.

From this sanctuary in company with one boy's parents, they watched the object until it disappeared, a matter of a few minutes. While it was searching around the yard one of the boys had left his shoes outside when they hurriedly ran for the house. The craft picked up his shoes and put them inside the craft!

It later developed that the object had broken a power line in its descent and was seen to have entered, then left, a storage shed, leaving a messed up interior in its wake.

The boys found a scorched spot on one of the sleeping bags, and the grass in the area over which the UFO had hovered turned yellow and died.

About four months after that July sighting, a teen-aged youth was spending the night with a friend of his in the north section of Seattle. They were both bright boys, one was a straight A student and neither had displayed any particular interest in UFOs.

This night, November, it was, they had stayed up watching TV with the adults until 1 a.m. When they got into their bunk beds, they noticed a bright light shining through the drapes. The boy in the top bunk reached out to pull back the drapes to see what was causing the light. He received a shock, like an electrical shock. He snatched his arm back, but later tried again and this time the boys saw an oval object, 15 feet in diameter, sitting between their house and the neighboring one, about 6 feet away from them.

An alien creature, 7 feet tall, was standing beside the craft, pounding against the side of the house. The blows struck just above the head of the boy in the top bunk. The one boy called for his parents, but the shouts apparently sere dismissed as normal high spirits, and the parents didn't respond.

Let's communicate with him, one boy said, perhaps accepting the wall of the house as a sufficient bulwark against danger.

They settled upon their own code which they hoped to put across telepathically to the out side visitor. They would ask questions. A YES should be indicated by a speed-up in the continuing humming sound made by the craft. If NO the hum would remain the same.

Q. Do you have blood in your veins? No speed up.
Q. What have you in your veins? Water? No speed up.
Q. Do you have a water-like substance? Liquid? Definite speed up.
Q. Are you from another planet? Boys then started naming planets.
Q. Venus? No speed up
Q. Mars? No speed up
Q. Jupiter? Definite speed up

They spent an hour on these questions, then heard a pronounced dot-dot-dot-dash sound that led them to think the craft was leaving. They tried one more question. "Will you return?" There was a perceptible increase in the hum.

(One question that was left out of this write up is when the boys asked the alien how he could fit in that little tiny craft. He answered through the yes and no system that the insides were much different in size than the outside. That reminds me of Carl Higdon that was abducted on Elk Mountain in Wyoming. He was put inside a little craft that had 5 elk in it too! Somehow he and the elk were miniaturized to fit.)

The next morning a dark smudge was found on the outside wall of the white house where the alien creature was said to have pounded. (It was approximately 10 feet above the ground) The boys and their parents, reputable business people, wanted no publicity on the incident and it was a month before word of the landing reached Bob Gribble. We visited the home with a compass. The needle went wild in the immediate area of the landing site, showing a strong distortion in the magnetic field. We also found an oily residue that we collected on the grass and put it into a jar. I took it home hoping to find someone to analyze it but that never happened. It had an odd smell about it too. Hope it wasn't his potty break!

We were told that one of the sighters previously had been an adventuresome boy, afraid of nothing, the type who would quickly accept a challenge to "walk though a cemetery on a moonless night." Since his experience, the youth has refused to go out at night unless accompanied by an adult.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

JOHN TITOR

2008-11-09T06:56:00.000-08:00

On Saturday night Larry Haber, the Titor attorney, was on Coast to Coast am. It was a repeat but nevertheless interesting. John's mother was also on but by another telephone. George would ask Larry a question directed at her and she would answer Larry, Larry in turn would give the answer to George.

George asked when was the last time she saw the future John Titor. she said she hasn't seen him since 2001.

He then asked how old is the present John and she said eight years old. This interview was a year old.

He asked if the future John Titor and the present one had ever come face to face and she said yes, they were together here.

George asked if the future John had told the mother about any events that were to happen. She said she did not want to know as it was too frightening to her.

She said the future John had come in 1998 to visit them in Florida (they have since moved to Nebraska). Later he came back and stayed three years with them.

Asked if he had done any more time traveling, she said no. He is still in his time period.

I looked up the book she has written, titled, "John Titor a Time Traveler's Tale". On Amazon it was priced at $1,000. A used one was $499. It contains 169 pages and it is self published. Larry said a movie is being made about John Titor also.

The following is from Wikipedia about John Titor.

From Wikipedia,

John Titor is the name used on several bulletin boards during 2000 and 2001 by a poster claiming to be a time traveler from the year 2036. In these posts he made numerous predictions (a number of them vague, some quite specific about events in the near future, starting with events in 2004. He described a drastically changed future in which the United States had broken into five smaller regions, the environment and infrastructure had been devastated by a nuclear attack, and most other world powers had been destroyed.

To date, the story has been retold on numerous web sites, in a book, and in a play. He has also been discussed occasionally on the radio show Coast to Coast AM. In this respect, the Titor story may be unique in terms of broad appeal from an originally limited medium, an Internet discussion board.

Titor's posts

The first post appeared on the Time Travel Institute forums on November 2, 2000, under the name TimeTravel 0. At the time the posts had nothing to do with future events and the name "John Titor" was not being used. Instead, the posts discussed time travel in general, the first one being the "six parts" description of what a time machine would need to have to work and responses to questions about how such a machine would work. Early messages tended to be short.

Soon after, TimeTravel_0 claimed to be a time traveler from the future and began posting varying descriptions of his time. Gradually he began answering questions posted in the forum and started to reveal a more complex picture of the future. Although most of his posts concerned the condition of the world in the future, Titor also responded to questions both in the forums and in IRC, and sometimes posted images purporting to be of the time travel device or its manual. He also sometimes talked about more current events; for instance, in an early post he stated that "The breakthrough that will allow for [time travel] technology will occur within a year or so [2001] when CERN brings their larger facility online".

The name "John Titor" was not introduced until January 2001, when TimeTravel_0 began posting at the Art Bell BBS Forums (which required a name or pseudonym for every account). The Titor posts ended in late March 2001. Eventually, a number of the threads became corrupted; but Titor's posts had been saved on subscribers' hard drives and were copied to Anomalies.net, along with new discussions of the science behind Titor's time traveling as well as his predictions. Around 2003, various websites reproduced Titor's posts, re-arranging them into narratives. Not all refer to the original dates posted.

On numerous occasions Titor posted comments that appeared to be tongue-in-cheek: when asked why his images were of such low quality, he replied that he was "not a photographer", and when asked if "Titor" was his real name, he replied that it was "a real name".

Outline

In his online postings, Titor claimed to be an American soldier from the year 2036, based in Tampa in Hillsborough County, Florida, who was assigned to a governmental time-travel project. Purportedly, Titor had been sent back to 1975 to retrieve an IBM 5100 computer which he said was needed to "debug" various legacy computer programs in 2036; a reference to the UNIX 2038 timeout error. The 5100 runs the APL, and BASIC programming languages. Titor had been selected for this mission specifically, given that his paternal grandfather was directly involved with the assembly and programming of the 5100.

Titor claimed to be on a stopover in the year 2000 for "personal reasons"; i.e., to collect pictures lost in the (future) civil war and to visit his family, of whom he spoke often. Titor also said he had been, for a few months, trying to alert anyone that would listen about the threat of Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease spread through beef products and about the possibility of civil war within the United States. When questioned about them by an online subscriber, Titor also expressed an interest in unexplained mysteries such as UFOs (which in his time were still as yet unexplained). Titor suggested that UFOs and alien visitors may well be time travelers from much further into the future than his own time, who possessed superior time machines to his own.

Time machine

Titor described the time machine on several occasions. In an early post, he described it as a "stationary mass, temporal displacement unit powered by two top-spin, dual positive singularities", producing a "standard off-set Tipler sinusoid". The earliest post was more explicit, saying it contained:

* Two magnetic housing units for the dual micro singularities
* An electron injection manifold to alter mass and gravity micro singularities
* A cooling and X-ray venting system
* Gravity sensors, or a variable gravity lock
* Four main caesium clocks
* Three main computer units

According to the posts, the device was installed in the rear of a 1967 Chevrolet Corvette convertible and later moved to a 1987 truck having four-wheel drive.

Titor further claimed that the "Everett-Wheeler model of quantum physics" was correct. This model, better known as the many-worlds interpretation, posits that every possible outcome of a quantum decision actually occurs in a separate "universe". Titor stated that this was the reason the grandfather paradox would not occur; following the logic of the argument, Titor would be killing a different John Titor's grandfather in a timeline other than his own.

"...The grandfather paradox is impossible. In fact, all paradox is impossible. The Everett-Wheeler-Graham or multiple world theory is correct. All possible quantum states, events, possibilities, and outcomes are real, eventual, and occurring. The chances of everything happening someplace at sometime in the superverse is 100%."

Predictions

The most immediate of Titor's predictions was of an upcoming civil war in the United States having to do with "order and rights". He described it as beginning in 2004, with civil unrest surrounding the United States presidential election, 2004. This civil conflict that he characterizes as "having a Waco type event every month that steadily gets worse" will be "pretty much at everyone's doorstep" and erupts by 2008.

Titor claimed that as a 13-year old, in 2011, he fought with the "Fighting Diamondbacks", a shotgun infantry unit of Florida, for at least four years. However, in other posts he describes himself as hiding from the war. As a result of the war, the United States splits into five regions based on various factors and differing military objectives. This civil war, according to Titor, will then end in 2015 with a brief, but intense, World War III:

"In 2015, Russia launches a nuclear strike against the major cities in the United States (which is the "other side" of the civil war from my perspective), China, and Europe. The United States counter attacks. The US cities are destroyed along with the AFE (American Federal Empire)...thus we (in the country) won. The European Union and China were also destroyed.

Titor refers to the exchange as "N Day". Washington, D.C. and Jacksonville, Florida are specifically mentioned as being hit. After the war, Omaha, Nebraska is the nation's new capital city. (Edgar Cayce said the same thing - TC)

Titor is vague as to the exact motivations and causes for World War III. At one point he characterized hostilities as being led by "border clashes and overpopulation" but also points to the present conflict between Arabs and Jews as a harbinger of World War III:

"Real disruptions in world events begin with the destabilization of the West as a result of degrading US foreign policy and consistency. ... The Jewish population in Israel is not prepared for a true offensive war. They are prepared for the ultimate defense. Wavering western support for Israel is what gives Israel's neighbors the confidence to attack. The last resort for a defensive Israel and its offensive Arab neighbors is to use weapons of mass destruction. In the grand scheme of things, the war in the Middle East is a part of what's to come, not the cause."
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If you go to Wikipedia you will find URLs to click on in blue. They will lead to further information. Also there is much more about John Titor but the above is the most interesting part.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

UNEXPLAINED EVENTS OF ABDUCTION AND LOST TIME

2008-11-06T06:29:00.000-08:00

Source: UFODigest.Com URL: www.ufodigest.com/news/1108/longisland.html

Long Island, New York
by Chris Holly
(Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly)

Posted: 12:30 November 1, 2008

Unexplained Events of Abduction and Lost Time -Long Island, New York

Since I have come forward with the stories of my own lost time events that occurred in my own life I have had other people contact me here in New York concerning the strange experiences they also endured in this area.

A woman contacted me and asked to meet with me locally in order to tell me about a very strange happening in her life about 22 years ago in the mid 1980's. This woman was teaching in a night course in a local college at the time. Her class ended around 9pm each night. She would leave the college campus located in the Farmingdale area of Long Island and drive home the exact same way each night. It would take her about 10 minutes to arrive home. She followed this routine without deviation arriving home by about 9:15 pm.

One night this woman recalls following her normal after class routine. She recalls the entire night up to the point of the nights drive home. She remembers she was about to take one of her last turns towards home, which was a rather deserted stretch of road, before hitting the last main road towards his house. Her memory fails her from this point on.

Her husband started to become concerned as he waited for her that night as 10pm; then 10:30 pm came and went without any sign of his wife returning home on time. At this point he got in his car and followed the path his wife took home each night from the college. She was nowhere to be found. Concerned he returned home. He decided to wait another hour before calling the police.

The woman told me that the next thing she recalls about that night is driving down the road towards home and then waking up slumped over in her car. She found herself lying across her front seat, groggy and disoriented. When she sat up and looked around she had no idea where she was. She knew it was a deserted parking lot of some kind but did not recognize it. She started her car and drove out of the lot and followed the roads until she found a main road. When she started to drive she found signs that told her she was in Far Rockaway, close to New York City, about an hour and a half away from her home. She had never been to Far Rockaway before and had to drive around until she found a highway she knew to drive back towards her hometown on Long Island.

This woman told me she arrived home about midnight terrified and confused. She told her husband what had happened. She then began to vomit and feel faint. Her husband helped her to bed and noticed she had a bright red rash on her arm. She fell into bed and went into a deep sleep.

The next day she woke up feeling ill and shaken. Her stomach hurt, her head hurt and she was frightened. Her husband searched the car and found what looked like something had sandpapered the back trunk section of the cars paint. He also thought the car had a very sour chemical smell inside.

The woman has no recall of what happened to her that night. She knows she did nothing but try to drive home and that something interfered with her journey. To this day she has no idea what happened to her or her car that night. I found her to be a very intelligent rational woman and cannot offer her an explanation other than it fits into many other stories I have heard concerning lost time in our area.

I found a man who like this woman had a similar event happen to him in one of the coastal towns of Long Island. He lived in the Islip area of Long Island that runs along the south shore coast. It is a lovely small town filled with a Main Street, schools and people living along tree lined streets. Two state parks, the coast, which runs out to the Atlantic Ocean, and a river that runs into the interior of Long Island border this area of Long Island. I always considered it a paranormal heaven as it provides a perfect set up for entry into the population yet offers cover by way of the surrounding parks and waterways. I was not surprised to find this the location of this poor mans ordeal.

The man, a perfectly normal man in his early 40's, was driving to his house one night in 2001. He arrived on his street and was nearly home when he noticed a cloud like bright fog ahead of him. Before he knew what was happening this fog seemed to surround his car. He stopped his vehicle to find four small beings standing in front of his car. He described them as silver gray small human like creatures with huge eyes. He has no other memory of what happened after that. He does have an extreme terror about the night that has him living with fear and trauma.

The man next found himself a few hours later in the town of Lake Ronkonkoma, which is located in the middle of Long Island, about 30 minutes by car away from his street. He has no idea how he or his car got there. All he can recall is waking up on a strange street in a wooded section of Lake Ronkonkoma. He was not familiar with the area and needed to drive around for a while to figure out where he was. Eventually he found a main highway and was able to return back to his street and home.

When the man arrived at his house he felt ill and exhausted and fell sound asleep until late in the morning the next day. When he awoke he had a pounding headache and backache. He also found a strange rash across his back. He checked over his car and found the paint burned on his hood.

This man does not know what happened that night. He is extremely terrified by this incident and does not want his identity known. He is fearful of the area and moved to another town. He does not want to discuss this night and does not want to undergo any type of regression to bring up the memory of what happened during the missing hours.

I found both of the incidents of this woman and man to be very similar. I think it is probable that there are other people on Long Island that also may have had similar events happen to them. I believe the fact that these incidents go unreported keep them swept under the carpet and unknown to the public who live right in the areas these events are occurring.

I do know that since I have been writing about my area of the country I have received emails daily from people telling me they too have had a strange unexplained paranormal event on Long Island. I have had a lifetime of experiences I cannot understand since childhood here on Long Island and feel this is a highly active paranormal landscape that goes unknown due to the fear of reporting the events by the people having them.

I have built my reputation as a paranormal writer on the fact that I will protect the identity of those I write about above all. I know what it is like to face a public who have been trained to turn away from things they do not understand or deal with them with ridicule. It has become the brainwashed response by the public towards that which they do not comprehend . Of course this is sad and unnatural. Curiosity and solving the events of the unknown would be a far better choice.

If you have had a paranormal event happen to you, please contact me. I will always do my best to provide the information to those who are interested in the experiences of others. Realize that if you do tell your story it can help ease us from the fear and bring us closer to the light of truth concerning these matters. It could also give people a framework on how to deal with a paranormal event, or even teach them how to survive one.

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THURSDAY'S CHILD

ALIENS I HAVE ENCOUNTERED

2008-11-02T07:39:00.000-08:00

FROM DEX

Over the years, I've encountered three different little humanoid groups whose skin was white or a chalky white. The Greys are gray and their eye shape differ.

I met with human appearing people with different color hair from Coma Berenices and the scientists from other star systems who shared that enormous ship jointly.

Some of the humans were close to 7 feet tall, while others, were around 6 ft. and 5 ft. 9 inches average etc,..variety of hair colors...brunette, red, black and blond hair male and females.

I've seen a couple of beautiful blonds with page boy hair cuts and beautiful larger than normal eyes. A male and female that looked like twins.

I've met other nice looking blonds both again male and female. The male had piercing eyes. Penetrated enough it shocked a person he was staring at. This girl couldn't get over it. She kept repeating how the guy's eye's burned right through her. She felt like he penetrated her soul. Apparently, his interest was in me because he struck up a conversation and pointed out a few things.
The list goes on.

At any rate, no Reps nor Grey's.

The Divine were not physical.

They were the Whole Light Being messenger's and what I think of as a Grand Instructor I would describe as a God of it's realm.

I really can't describe this unlimited Living Royal White Light Consciousness. There were no boundary's. It was one of the Creator's within.

They reign collectivity in the names of the Most High. The names given to me were Shekinah and El Eliyon. The Most Highs Spirit.

I was shown the actual Power Source of the Great White Living Light that animates Life and I believe all of the material side of Creation. The Power's appearance and rumbling was so Great and Immense it made the sacred ground I stood on tremble. I wondered how bright this White Light could get. It showed me. The Living Light began increasing it's brightness it had to erect a wall in front of me to shield it's intensity from burning out my eyes. That overwhelmed me.

These are similar experiences the Prophets have described. Hurtak included.

Dex

THURSDAY'S CHILD

Used with permission.

INSIDE THE ALIEN MIND

2008-10-29T07:23:00.000-07:00

From The Coming of Tan
Riley Martin's contact case

(A good treatise for election day)

... In most civilizations, advanced or primitive, living or dead, legends and recordings of space visitors are an integral part of their history. Even in those ancient times, we find that these sky visitors generally chose to contact and communicate with the common man instead of with those who were rich and powerful, and the same holds true even unto this day.

The aliens don't seem to be interested in the political and position aspirations of man nor are they interested in literally preserving most individuals from those privileged walks of life. The future survival of the human species will not lie in the hands of the dictator or the privileged dynasties but in the propensity of the common man to assure mass survival by the sharing of available resources. Those who hoard and control any commodity of necessity to the masses are the cause of most of man's ills and are of no present inspirational or spiritual value to the aliens and are of no real future value from the practical sense.

Then be sure, there has always been and there will always be a definite need for leaders among humans, just as there are always leaders among the animals of nature. If prehistoric leaders among the human species had been of the same quality as are the leaders of today, the Homosapiens could not have survived. If the strongest hunter had hoarded all the meat and fruit from the rest of the clan, then the masses would have starved. If the stronger males had killed all of the weaker males, or failed to protect all the members in sickness and in health, they would have died out. In order for any race or society to endure and prosper, each member of that society must be given or have unhindered access to at least the bare necessities of life.

The aliens look upon this planet as just one world community and tend to measure the worth of man by how he treats those the least among his kind. They do not recognize country, state and city boundaries when observing the planet. This great imbalance in the possession of natural resources is a thing restricted exclusively to man on this planet.

The aliens revere the wisdom of the aged and view all children in a common parenting sense. No Biaviian would ever permit another of their kind to live in want of the common necessities of life. It would be, to them, an unbearable shame, which would reflect upon them all. In their eyes, when compared to all of the other living orders of above animal intelligences, the human species must be placed at the very bottom, not because humans are technically or even spiritually inferior to all other intelligences, because we are not, but because of man's willful perversity of moral character concerning his own.

During the course of our extensive conversations Tan asked me a question which I've never since forgotten. He asked, "Martin, if all humans were given those things essential to survival, would the rich be made poorer or the strong made weaker?" I said that I didn't think so. "Then the humanoid bi-ped is a most repulsive species indeed, for not even the Targs are guilty of such a thing nor the Skreed."

Of course, the overall situation on Earth is not that simple but the concept of a global community free from the want of food and shelter is clearly within our agricultural and technological capabilities, and it wouldn't necessarily alter the balance of social and economical power. In other words, the rich would remain rich, the famous famous and the powerful powerful. Bearing this in mind, the aliens have concluded that such negative circumstances are the results of man's willful inhumanity toward his fellow beings.

Our first recorded rules or laws governing the workings of a communal society were probably of extraterrestrial origin. These first rules and laws were not born of divine inspiration but were simply a structuring and humanization of a more primordial method of progression. No philosophical or spiritually exalting doctrine has yet managed to improve upon the simple premise of "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." If this rule alone were followed as closely as possible, it would nullify most of the greater problems afflicting humanity. The common elements of decency and fairness are truly universal in their application and hold true on Biaveh just as on the planet Earth.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

ALIEN ET UFO CONTACTEE BACKGROUND REPORT

2008-10-26T07:47:00.000-07:00

Theresa J. Thurmond Morris

On or about July 19, 2008 I attended a MUFON meeting. At that time, I was asked to become an Investigator in order to assist others who have also had UFO sightings, abductions, and most importantly contact. I know that the state director was sharing his time with me based on my first hand experiences and my reports made to MUFON.

Earl Benezet, the Kentucky State Director mentioned my psychic skills and I explained that everyone has these intuitive abilities but that not everyone chooses to use and enhance their abilities. Also, I explained that certain people who are contacted are encoded with extra DNA that are camouflaged in the earth medical tests performed so there is no difference shown or in other words, we cannot be detected from being other than normal. I cannot prove this but I know this to be the truth. My basic thoughts:

Being that I have been a paid professional Investigator most of my life, as either an Arson Investigator, Insurance Investigator, Private Investigator, Legal Investigator, General Service Investigator, Investigative Reporter, and Syndicated Journalist, I decided to consider the offer.

I had lived a life with these other beings in my life and kept it a secret in order to appear normal and lead a rather simple covert life. Why not assist others with their future changes that will occur. I had been involved with these other than earth beings while doing what I could to be a normal human being living on earth.

What makes me different is what makes me who I am. I realize now that there is more to life than simply existing and going through the motions of the social community and cultural settings with the word normal used as a guideline in life. Normal was all I ever wanted to be and as I became an adult, I learned that normal only paid the bills and allowed one to get by in life. Normal was what the major populace was and became based on the normal standards set by the cultural standards on the location where one was born.

Since my birth, I have seen change. Through time, life seems fluid and in constant flux. Life is forever changing. Energy flows in all beings and I want to know how it works together to complete life on earth.

From the time I was born and had my first memories, I can still remember thinking and seeing from my baby bed with bars while holding a bottle. I have memories that apparently are not normal until one becomes at least three or four years. I believe that children today can retain their memories much earlier than is expected of the normal children born in the past. This is another reason to assist others with the alien abductee ET UFO Contactee reports.

Regarding financial gain, there is no pay involved, in case others want to know. It is considered a hobby at this time on earth, and the only way Ufologists are paid is if they are fortunate enough to write a book that sells or if they have the credentials and the interest in their speaking abilities.

Most authors who dare to write a book are smart to promote their own product and most are expected to promote and market their own book. They do this in many ways and most have book signings and begin a lecture tour. The people who get paid are those who take their interests and create their services into a product. It is a simple procedure in the democracy in which we live. It is hard to collect on labor and services unless in a recognized professional field. Therefore, those in the field of Ufology, have to take their own time and money and invest it into their equipment. Usually the equipment consists of cameras, recorders, video recorders, measuring devices, and the investigations are similar to that of forensic crime scene investigations.

I personally paid for professional training in college, in the Illinois Academy of Business and Public Security, fire, arson, fraud, and subrogation classes, and in the military training I received. The best experience for investigators is still in the field with hands on experience. The more investigations the more experience one receives. When I first began in the 70´s, we would take our findings to a forensic lab. Most states have different types of forensic labs some are government and some are public. MUFON has a book with the way they want their investigations submitted to the main office. Remember, all those who are doing these reports use their own funding including paying postage. It´s a big business. I as most people, will not do it expecting financial gain. It is a nonprofit organization. We do it with charity in mind to assist others. Same goes for writers. Most do it to let others know to share, network, and to let others know they are not alone. That is why I bother to write and share what I know now. It´s not for personal gain.

I learned to work among professionals in the late 1960´s around Nasa. That´s a whole other story and one that does involve my knowledge of alien UFOs known among astronauts and engineers of Nasa. Background paperwork on me began in 1968 so in the computer system since then; FYI interested former government readers.

Regarding my history and my first contact, I can only remember my first recollection of when I was first up in a UFO and looked down. I saw my own body lying in a field. I cannot explain how this occurred and this is one of my first memories. Being an Investigator by nature, I have gone over my memories through the years. Other than lying in my baby bed looking out at the sky and watching them outside my window in the clouds in the sky, I can only remember finally taking my first ride on one. I realize this sounds unworldly and strange to readers and makes me seem rather unique or different.

I am only one of six billion on this planet. I have always told myself to fit in, blend in, and for God´s sake not to discuss aliens and UFOs. I was told by beings that were authorities and guides in physical form, to not talk about certain beings that I saw.

This makes one feel like they are part of something special and it is a secret. I found out how to communicate and leave earth. I wanted to meet the other person like me who could fly Gus the UFO with two seats.

I had lived my life normally, being an Investigator, working in a civilian position for the government, joining the U.S. Navy Reserves at a late age and learning all I could to be an entrepreneur and contractor. I spent the first fifty years of my life in training on earth. I spent the last seven years researching the Internet and learning about how to write a book. I had this burning passionate desire all my life to write books. I had announced this in the third grade and being a writer was what I announced I would be as a chosen profession. I knew who I was from the time I was born. I knew that I was on earth for a purpose.

I had spent time on earth being very ill in my little girl body as a child. This was very hard times and I learned to leave my physical body and return. I experienced two near death experiences that I can recall and possible more that I cannot. My first was at the age of seven and I had a complete blood transfusion and my blood was cleaned with a machine outside of my body due to Hepatitis A or the type that was contagious. I was never told how I contracted the disease. The second time, I had placenta prevea with my fourth and last daughter during childbirth. I remember both experiences like they were yesterday. This is also how I can remember most all my sightings and contacts. They became so numerous though, I got where I stopped paying attention to them and just accepted them as a way of life for me. I could not help how others saw me but I could control what I shared with others so as to only share thoughts and words that were considered normal.

I was the oldest of seven children, four girls and three boys and I had a good middle class life in good homes. We always had good food, good clothes, went to church, and made normal grades in school. We were all considered popular and our home was where all the other kids wanted to hang out. The same happened when I was a mother and my daughters were young. I put them in baton, dance, and on stage, the same as my mother did with me. I guess I come from a long line of stage mothers. But, my children were all independent just like I was and did their own thing in junior high and high school. I even went to college with my oldest daughter after she graduated but she was not interested in college. They are all mothers now and are totally independent souls raising my twelve grandchildren. Since I wanted a boy and had only girls, I received nine grandsons and three granddaughters in this lifetime. They will probably be contactees as well. I know my daughters experienced UFO sightings with me and this was a normal way of life for them.

Gus is the galaxy universal shuttle that landed in White Sands, New Mexico. He is the one I know personally and yet, I have been allowed to experience many types. Gus is made of an other than earth allow. We will never have this unless the EBEs decide to share this with us. EBE is for extra biological entities or what the military called beings not of earth in the past. My knowledge is from first hand experience or what is called hands on Contactee experience. The ones that I know are like us except they are telepathic and do not have a little finger. The others who work for them are considered the small beings that are telepathic. There are also the grays and many more types who are said to be in the alliance. There are beings that work together for the good of all.

There are some that apparently I am not aware of that others call greys and reptilians that have an agenda that is not familiar to me. I just know that they always put the beings back. This part of life I am learning about just like everyone else on earth. I was not abducted against my will. I lived a life with total cooperation and understanding of who I was as an alien human hybrid so to speak. This is a term that many people in Ufology are just now coming to terms with. In other words, we haven´t gotten much attention because most people do not even believe in EBE UFOs, much less their hybrids on earth. I don´t think others like Ufologist, Stanton Friedman, advocates or believers are to a point where they can handle my truth. To answer readers questions; No I have not heard from UFO Hunters, History Channel, Larry King or Stephen Spielberg. Media is improving awareness of my reality of beyond 2012.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

INDIA'S UFO DEBATE

2008-10-23T08:31:00.000-07:00

(Sent in by Ted by way of Dexx)

India may be the first country to explain to the world about extra-terrestrial and UFO contacts - the secret debate is on
Staff Reporter
January 06, 2005

New Delhi is in the middle of a big secret internal debate. On one side the largest democracy of the world is eager to explain to its citizens and to the world about the ongoing contacts with the UFOs and extra-terrestrials. On the other hand there are invisible untold international protocols that prohibit doing anything that may cause worldwide fear and panic.

It is well accepted between the UFO and extra-terrestrial experts that all the five nuclear powers are in contact with the beings from other stars for quite some time. Recently India has seen enormous news on UFO contacts and secret UFO bases in Himalayas near the Chinese bases. In Ladak, for example the locals clearly point out the everyday phenomenon of large triangular spacecrafts coming out below the ground and Indian security forces protecting them.

Military officials and politicians have confessed the fact that India has been contacted. India has been told the rules of the Universe.

The current debate is on whether to keep it secret like other countries are doing or in tradition of a total transparent society come out and tell the truth. India is so open and democratic; it is very difficult to keep a secret for long. The biggest concern of the Government today is that unlike in other countries, it will be very difficult to keep it secret for long. If the information comes out through unofficial channels first and then the authorities are pressed against the wall to confess, two bad things can happen. First, it can really cause a panic in the country as well as the world. Second, the way the Indian politics is run, the ruling party will be thrown out of power in no time i it is ever found that the Government withheld such information from the public.

The recent rush of world leaders to India is remarkable. Starting from Russian President Putin to major Senators from America have visited or are planning to visit India. European Union is in deep discussion with India on cooperation. All sanctions against India's nuclear programs and Indian Space Research Organization are in the process of being lifted. India is cooperating with Europeans and the Americans in space explorations and technology research program. India is also part of World Trade Organization. India is receiving major outsourcing contracts in IT and call-center service work from America and Europe. India's Forex reserve is at a level never imagined before because of international direct investments from Western nations, Japan, Korea and others. Interestingly, China the arc rival of India changed its posture in the last few years to make India's friendship and trade a priority. India is slowly getting to the point when it is accepted as a permanent member of the Security Council. All the five Security Council members China, America, Russia, France and UK support India's inclusion.

When all these factors are added together and analyzed, it seems like India is being told by the world to abide by the hidden protocols and in exchange be recognized as a major emerging superpower.

The debate the country is facing internally is whether to abide by the laws of the world and the Universe to be recognized as a superpower or be truthful to its citizens and the world.

According to sources close to the Government, the UFO contacts is known by quite a few politicians in the opposition and of course by those who are in power.

The military has legitimate concern of not letting the secrets out either.

Recently, India's foreign affairs minister Mr. Natwar Singh came out and said that for India it was not necessary to become a nuclear power. He is a strong supporter of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, India's former Prime Minister who initiated the nuclear program in the mid sixties. India first exploded a nuclear device in Pokhran in early seventies. The whole country including people from his own party questioned Mr. Singh for such an irresponsible statement. But on analyzing his statements, it is evident, that based on what he knows now, being a nuclear power really does not matter much because the technologies controlled by the extra-terrestrials are so advanced that all our technologies mean really nothing. But importantly he may be irritated with this controversial ongoing secret debate and what he really meant was that if India was not a nuclear power, the debate on UFO and extra-terrestrials will never be there in India.

Thursday's Child

BIGFOOT

2008-10-19T08:32:00.000-07:00

By Charles Jones

This is a report of evidence, tracks and sightings of a creature in Walton County, Florida between July and October 1987. The sightings of a large animal of unknown origin, presumed to be a "Bigfoot," were made by a 13-year-old boy. I had a discussion with the parents in December 1987 and later with the boy and his parents in January 1988. The parents and their son have seen this document and agree with the details of the two encounters described herein.

On one occasion the lad, standing on a clay road, saw the animal about 30 yards into the woods. The boy and the animal both saw each other and started to leave the scene at the same time. The boy stopped and "heard the animal going down through the woods." (This is the first time I have seen Bigfoot referred to as an "animal" - TC)

During the second encounter the youth got a very detailed description of the creature. One afternoon the lad was walking along a clay road looking for deer tracks when he caught sight of the creature out of the corner of his eye. The boy said it was surprising how the animal could look like a large, dark old tree. The creature was standing about ten feet away from him and the two were separated only by a small bush.

The boy froze in fright and the animal also froze in a standing position presenting the boy his right profile. The creature walked on two feet as a human would. When he froze, for several minutes the animal did not move anything except his eyes and ever so slightly turning his head in its attempts to see the youth.

The lad said the animal was about nine feet tall with his crotch about five and one-half feet or so above the ground. Almost the entire body was covered with long reddish-brown hair except for a white hairy streak that ran from the base of his throat narrowing as it neared the groin. A small patch of brown hair separated the white blaze from the white beard on his chin. The nose, ears, upper cheeks, palms of his hands, and bottom of his feet were not covered with this long hair. The nose was very human, long and narrow, with the top beginning in a pair of dark eye brows. The skin was black in color.

The boy said the eyes were brown "like a hamster's eyes." This was explained to mean the eyes were slightly bulging and the entire eyeball was the same dark brown color. The eyes were set under a prominent brow ridge that shaded the eyes. The forehead was sloped back to a pointed skull. Human shaped ears with ear lobes were clearly visible on each side of the head.

The hair was so long that no mouth was visible. No fingers or fingernails were visible from the back of the hands. The animal was not facing him but occasionally cut his eyes and slightly turned his head toward the boy, then returned them to the forward looking position. The boy thinks he was face-to-face with the creature for maybe five minutes.

The lad started to tremble with fear and dropped the walking stick he had in his hand. Finally, the creature turned his head to face the boy, gave a little growl, turned and walked off into the forest. The boy watched the animal walk about 50 yards up a small hill into the forest. The black leathery skin on the palms of his hands, fingers and bottoms of his feet were clearly visible. The animal had two large hair-covered buttocks separated by a definite "crack." The buttocks shook as the animal strode away. When the animal was walking on sand, each step could be heard as the feet struck the earth. On leaves or other ground cover the steps were silent.

When the animal reached a point about 50 yards away, it turned and looked back toward the youth. The boy noted the hair on the animal's cheeks moved out and up as if the animal smiled before it turned and disappeared into the woods. (!) The Creature had a strong scent like a skunk. When it walked it swung it's arms and the boy could see the muscles in it's legs flex and the buttocks move. When asked if the animal was a male or female, he indicated male because it had a chest (pectoral muscles) like a body builder. The youth noted the animal had tremendous biceps. He also added that well developed stomach muscles were visible even though they too were covered with the long hair.

When asked if this could have been someone in a costume, he replied no; because he could see the muscles in the animal's legs flexing when it walked. He also added that the body hair was so long that when the animal walked the hair swung away from the body then flopped back against the body with each step. He guessed the weight of the animal to be at least 800 pounds and probably more.

The parents showed me about ten photographs of foot prints they had taken in the woods near their home. They indicated these were of two separate animals, one of the footprints was about 17 1/2 inches long and the other about 16 inches long. Each footprint was distinctly humanoid with easily distinguishable toes, heel, ball and instep. On one, the fifth or smallest toe was separated more than the others and set off slightly to the side of the right foot. These photographs were very similar to the eight tracks I saw in those same woods on 10 October 1987.

The tracks I saw were not as fresh as those in the photographs so the two smallest toes did not have the same sharp definition. But the tracks were definitely similar in structure and size. I followed the tracks for about eight steps through the woods before the tracks were lost in a bed of leaves and pine needles. The track was about 15 to 16 inches long and about 8 inches wide across the ball of the foot. The heel and ball impression was about 1 to 1-1/2 inches deep. The tracks were of both feet; first the right, then the left, etc. I could see where the animal transferred its weight from the heel to the ball of the foot. In one step the ball pressed the soil backward as it exerted force to push the creature's weight forward. I, at 210 pounds, stood next to the tracks and did not dent the clay and sandy soil. I stepped off the stride which was two of my fully extended strides. This distance was later measured to be approximately 84 inches. In one footprint The animal pivoted on the ball of the right foot and changed direction veering to the left. During a later interview, I was given a picture of the first footprint I was shown. This photo was taken before a plaster cast was made from it and before I saw the prints. This explains why, when I saw it, the footprint did not have the same definition as the photo.

During the discussion with the parents the mother was surprised when I told of my readings where Bigfoot was reported to have twisted off small trees. The mother said she had seen a couple of trees in their woods that appeared to have been twisted off and could possibly have been done in this manner.

The mother also related a story of an incident where something was seen rising from a nearby lake and frightening her young daughter. The mother and daughter were canoeing on the lake when something raising up from under the water was seen by the daughter. The object or animal was not in the line of sight of the mother. The young girl had not been able to explain what she saw but it was nothing she has ever seen before or since. This incident also occurred within the July to October 1987 time frame.

Although the creature cannot be positively identified, all indications tend to support the presence of a creature similar to those previously identified as "Bigfoot.
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This report was given to the Fortean Research Center by Donald M. Ware, MUFON Regional Director from Florida. "Charles Jones" is not the real name of the author of this paper, however, he is known to Donald Ware.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

AIRPLANES FALLING OUT OF THE SKY

2008-10-16T08:07:00.000-07:00

http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,24505353-661,00.html

Planes falling out of the sky near Australia due to secret technologies. I know, it sounds like something out of Lost, but the real story might be almost as interesting. Last night I was watching the news, when they mentioned that two separate aeroplanes have gone into steep dives due to technical malfunctions, both near the same location in Western Australia. Then they didn't say any more about it. I thought to myself, "that seems rather odd, why didn't they say more about this apparent coincidence?" Then this morning Rick sent this article to me, which suggests that a U.S. military base may hold the key to the mystery:

Powerful signals from a secretive naval base are being probed as a possible cause of a Qantas jet plunge last week... The Australian Transport Safety Bureau today said it would examine whether powerful electromagnetic signals from the communications base could have sparked the emergency.

The base uses powerful low frequency radio transmissions to US Navy and Australian Navy ships and submarines. It is understood to be the most powerful transmission station this side of the globe and includes 13 radio towers, the tallest of which is 387m tall.

...ATSB spokesman David Hope confirmed the new line of inquiry today, after "several" groups had raised it as a possibility. "We're looking at everything as part of a very thorough investigation," Mr Hope said. "That's been raised by a number of people to say that somehow or another this US military base has got a very high frequency signal tower there and that could somehow interfere with electrical devices - so we'll look at it."

Now for your daily dose of strange: I commented to Rick that the story sounds like something the Dharma Initiative would be behind. Then I saw the satellite image of the base. As Scooby Doo might say, ruh-roh...
[The Dharma Base]

Okay, so it's an octagon versus a hexagon. Don't spoil my fun dammit! I want to believe!
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Sent in by Kalani Hanohano from Tenerife, Canary Islands. Thank you Kalani!

THURSDAY'S CHILD

RETURN OF THE GIANTS

2008-10-12T06:10:00.000-07:00

Source: UFODigest.Com URL: www.ufodigest.com/news/1008/returnofthegiants.html

The Return of the Giants
by Barry Chamish

Posted: 17:30 October 7, 2008

Are the Anakim or the Refaim, the giants of the Bible returning to Israel today? There are only two periods of recorded history when giants were reported in Israel; In biblical days from the time of the Flood to the ascension of King David and since 1993 in modern Israel.

The case for the return of giants to Israel is airtight. The giants thoughtfully chose reliable contactees as witnesses, allowed their craft to be filmed and left in their wake ample physical evidence.

In fact, what characterizes the current Israeli UFO wave from others in the world, is the shear abundance of physical evidence left behind by the visitors. Consider the first incident to usher Israel into the UFO age.

On the evening of Sept. 28, 1987, a 27 year old auto mechanic, Ami Achrai was driving just south of Haifa when he saw what he thought might be a helicopter in distress hovering just above the sands of Shikmona Beach on the Mediterranean Sea. He stopped his car and to his utter amazement saw a disc-shaped craft which emitted a bright red flash before disappearing.

Two days later he returned to the site with a ufologist the police referred him to, Hadassah Arbel. What they discovered remains one of the most lasting proofs ever left by a UFO of its physical existence. The flash emitted by the craft burned its image into the sands of Shikmona Beach. A fifteen metere ellipsoid disk was burnt black into the sand but what was more interesting was what wasn't burned. In the vegetation which wasn't burned was a clear image of the pilot of the craft facing a control board.

Seven years later I sent samples of the burnt sand to the television show Sightings which subjected it to laboratory tests. The sand seemed to melt in the heat of the camera light. The reason later discovered was the sand particles were covered by a low melting hydrocarbon material. The laboratory could find no natural or human explanation for the phenomenon.

Ami Achrai's incident was followed by a repeat performance on June 6, 1988 when a similarly shaped craft was once again burned into the sands of Shikmona Beach, about 100 yards north of the first site. This was followed by the most spectacular display of all. On April 27, 1989, two teenagers witnessed a UFO explode into thousands of shards over Shikmona Beach.

By now, Israeli UFOlogists were prepared to handle the latest incident more scientifically. The beach was strewn with burning white metal which was cool to the touch. The metal even glowed in water. When picked up, the shards turned into a white ash. Scientists from the Technion Institute of Technology tested the site and found that magnetism was 6000 times higher than the surrounding area. The shards were found to be very pure magnesium.

Two hundred yards above Shikmona Beach is a biblical shrine called Elijah's cave. Here Elijah preached and here or somewhere nearby in the Carmel Mountains, Elijah challenged the Canaanites to a duel of Gods. Two bulls were tethered and the gods were beseeched to roast them. Naturally, baal failed the Canaanites but Elijah's God sent a ray of light from heaven which cooked the bull on the spot. This ray must have been similar to the kind of beam which burned the sands of Shikmona Beach into a saucer shape.

Within the Cave of Elijah is an ancient drawing of something that was the spitting image of the craft burned into the sands below. The Sightings team decided the image "was a coincidence. Maybe it was a bat." When Michael Hesemann filmed the drawing he felt certain it was a match for the burned sand pictures.

Although the cave drawing's meaning is in dispute, the fact of the modern UFO-burned inscriptions is not. Something unique occurred at Shikmona Beach. Alien craft decided to leave souvenirs there at least three times. By doing so, they revealed the dimensions of their craft and apparently pilot, as well as their construction material. These were not crop circles nor were they formed the same way. A very different message was left on Shikmona Beach's sands.

After the UFO explosion, there was a hiatus of UFO activity until 1993 broken only once in late 1991 over the village of Sde Moshe, some five miles from Kadima. There, after two straight nights of having the inside of his house lit up by an unexplained craft hovering above it, Eli Cohen captured the responsible UFO on videotape. Several minutes of the tape were filmed after daybreak making the result a most clear and convincing record of a UFO.

It seems the visitors were merely scouting the Kadima area in 1991 but they returned in force in 1993. And this time, the occupants of the crafts did more than merely hover in the sky.

In the early morning of April 20, Tsiporet Carmel's house glowed from within. She stepped outside and saw what she thought was a new fruit silo built outside her back yard. But then she saw the silo add a second storey to itself. Ten yards to the side of this magical silo, Tsiporet saw a seven foot tall being wearing metallic overalls. Its head was covered in a what looked like a beekeeper's hat. Tsiporet said, "Why don't you take off your hat so I can see your face?" The being answered her telepathically, "That's the way it is."

This was Israel's first publicized close encounter with an alien being. Tsiporet could easily have been made an object of ridicule but for the fact that a crop circle 4.5 metres in diameter was found exactly where she had seen the craft. Within the circle were shards of a material later found to be a very pure silicon. I add, Israel's UFOlogists are divided over the veracity of the silicon because there was a prankster loose in Kadima.

However, within ten days, two more circles were found just outside Tsiporet's back yard. This time, they were soaked with a red liquid and this fluid would be a constant feature of upcoming landing circles. It was tested by the National Biological Laboratory in Ness Tziona and found to be composed mostly of cadmium.

This was the end of Tsiporet's incidents. Now the visitors concentrated on two other woman in their late thirties living on Hapalmach Street. The first was a Russian immigrant Mara. Strange forces shook her house so hard they caused the outside airconditioning unit to fall out of its casing into the house. Voices called to Mara in her childhood nickname. Eventually she decided the house was haunted and she moved far from Kadima.

Shosh Yahud is the treasurer of the town of Kadima. She is down to earth and wants as little to do with her UFO experience as possible. In May, she awoke to see a seven foot, round faced being in silvery overalls circling her bed as if "floating on his shoes." The creature assured her he was not there to harm her and she became relaxed. After a few minutes the being floated through her wall outside.

Shosh thought she had dreamed the incident until she looked out her wondow in the morning and saw a 4.5 meter crop circle in her backyard. The UFOlogists descended on her home and discovered the silicon and cadmium within the circle.

Next, in June, it was Hannah Somech's turn to be visited by a giant. Hannah lives in Burgata, three miles from Kadima. She was startled to see her dog go flying across the kitchen into a wall. She stepped outside to investigate and her way was stopped by an invisible force. She then saw a seven foot, round-faced being in metallic overalls examining her pickup truck. She said to it, "What did you do to my dog?" It answered telepathically, "Go away. I'm busy. I could crush you like an ant if I wanted to. Go back to your husband."

Needless to say, a 4.5 meter circle crushed out of the grass was later found in Hannah's back yard. Within, the grass was soaked with red liquid cadmium.

By the end of the summer, the credible reports of giants roaming the land persuaded the normally staid television station Channel One, to broadcast a one hour program on the subject. Tsiporet and Shosh appeared as well as the UFOlogists who had examined the circles of Kadima. To the apparent shock of the host, the viewing audience believed the advocates of alien landings. The result was two more witnesses coming out into the open.

Both were women in their late thirties who lived within ten miles of each other south of Tel Aviv. Clara Kahonov of Holon was most reluctant to be quoted but acknowledged that she had seen a giant being.

Batya Shimon of Rishon Letzion saw far more than one. In early July, two seven foot tall, bald creatures beamed themselves into her seventh floor apartment. They told her telepathically not to be frightened and she immediately relaxed. She then felt they had "friendly faces." They roamed her home, "floating on their shoes" dusting her shelves with a yellow, foul- smelling powder. One being saw her son's aquarium, became very excited and called his colleague over. After a few minutes, they beamed themselves outside. The next night at 3 AM, a dozen giants visited Batya arriving and leaving the same way.

I have had extensive conversations with the contactees and there is much in common with their stories. That is fit subject for a separate lecture. In short, all were the same age, all were white collar workers, three have been haunted since their encounters telepathically, all their men slept through the encounters, two had mysterious pregnancies etc. But the core commonality is that these women did not know each other and separately described the same seven foot tall, bald, round-faced giants.

And if absolute proof that giants were about in Israel was needed, it came in December in the village of Yatzitz, twelve miles east of Rishon Letzion. The giants had opened a new axis after Kadima, a triangle of twenty miles linking Rishon Letzion, Holon and Yatzitz.

Herzl Casatini, the village security chief and his friend Danny Ezra were sharing conversation when they heard an explosion and felt Ezra's house shake. Herzl opened the door and stood face to face with a nine foot tall creature in metallic clothes whose face was hidden in "a haze." He shut the door and called the police. They arrived and discovered deep boot tracks in the hard mud. The tracks sunk 35 centimeters into the ground meaning whoever made them had to have weighed, literally, a ton. Thinking there might have been a terrorist incursion, the army was called in.

Military trackers were totally stumped. The tracks carried on for 8 kilometers. The heel dug in only 5 cm. meaning whatever made the tracks was walking almost on tip-toes. If you can call it walking. Sometimes the distance between tracks was twelve feet, meaning the intruder was a world record holding broad jumper weighing about a ton.

The Yatzitz incident confirmed, even to the deepest skeptics, that giants were indeed sighted and they left proof that was nearly impossible to dispute. The best the Israeli authorities could come up with to explain the tracks was they were left by an unknown cult. It would have to be very unknown for records of cults whose ceremonies include dressing as giants and leaving miles of unidentifiable tracks are undoubtedly quite rare.

After Yatitz, giant sightings were reported in Ramat Hasharon, Rehovot and Afula. And 1996 became a vintage year for UFO evidence gathering with a good dozen craft filmed. Two incidents stand out. In August, a UFO was filmed over three nights with professional equipment at Kibbutz Hatzor. The results include a closeup of what appear to be rows of square-shaped vents on the craft. In December, a Netanya household reported constant contact with small greys, the first such report from Israel. The witnesses backed up their claims with an abundance of physical evidence, including stones that melt ice immediately without a known energy source.

The Israeli UFO experience is unique and very complicated. I have touched on just one aspect of it; but it is vital to understanding the Israeli puzzle. Of the seven best documented close encounters with alien beings provably connected to UFOs, six involved giants. These giants were determined to leave evidence of their arrival in the form of cadmium-imbued landing circles, miles of impossible boot tracks and deliberate communication with witnesses. Indeed, the abundant evidence more than indicates that there are giants roaming Israel today.

As there were 5,000 years ago and they also left proof of their existence. The giants were descended from the nefilim, literally the fallen ones. In ancient time, entities fell on Israel from the heavens and later became the mortal enemies of the Hebrew nations.

One giant king was Og of Bashan. The bible records that his bed was thirteen feet long. Bashan's territory included the Golan Heights. Sitting on the Golan Heights is the Israeli version of Stonehenge. Called Gilgal Refaim, the Circle of the Refaim or giants in English, this site consists of five concentric rings whose beauty can only be appreciated from above. Unfortunately, there was supposedly no way for the simple nomads of 5000 years ago to see the circles from above.

The site is enormous. The outside circle has a diameter of 159 meters and over 37,000 tons of rock went into the construction of the complex. Two openings in the circles may have been used to measure the solar solstice and the rising of Sirius in 3000 BCE.

The fact remains that Israeli archaeologists are totally mystified by the Gilgal Refaim. No other complex built in the Middle East resembles it and it predates the pyramids by over 500 years. The indigenous nomads of the time did not engage in this kind of megalith building, so outsiders were probably the builders. According to the Bible, the only outsiders living on the Golan Heights back then were giants.

Maybe it's a longshot, but no one has come up with a better explanation for Israel's current UFO wave. I believe the ancient giants may be coming home. I conclude on a somber note. The biblical giants were God's enemy and Israel's armies were the means to their utter destruction. There is a legitimate reason to contemplate the recent re-arrival of giants in Israel with a good measure of dread.

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THURSDAY'S CHILD

A GLOWING AND MOVING ORB

2008-10-09T08:47:00.000-07:00

A Witches Howl, 101st Airborne Soldiers
by Sandy Nichols

Cops chase a UFO over Cardiff
101st Airborne Division shoulder sleeve insignia.

Up front I must say that I was not a witness to the event I am about to share. I am however the father and father-in-law of two of the witnesses, as well as knowing the other witnesses. It is also important at this time for me to state that I have the utmost respect and admiration for all of the witnesses involved, and believe every word that they shared with me of their experience.

Half of the guests arriving that summer night in 2005 with their wives and girlfriends for a cookout only wanted to enjoy the evening with good friends and relax.

They were war weary, veteran soldiers of the 101st Airborne out of Ft. Campbell, KY, having returned stateside a few weeks earlier from a tour of duty in Iraqi and soon to be redeployed again in 2006. Their hosts for the evening were my daughter, Theresa, and her fiancé and soon to be husband Bryan, also a veteran of the Iraqi war and still in active reserve. Nobody had a clue when the cookout began that a few hours later they would have a strange experience that would create an air of apprehension and leave them scratching their heads in wonder and amazement.

The cookout itself was no different than any other cookout that these guests have attended throughout the years. Hotdogs and hamburgers were being grilled and devoured; fruit bowls salads and desserts being prepared and served, and an occasional well deserved beer being consumed. The only difference between this cookout and others were the stories being shared. These were stories of brave men, all who volunteered after 9/11, willing to risk their lives in the defense of their country, of gallantry in battle and fighting an enemy whose bravery consisted only of murdering innocent men, women and children with car bombs and by other means. In the past I have asked these men to share some of these stories with me and at times have met resistance…resistance in the sense that they wish not to be thought of as heroes, but only doing a job that they believed in. As I shared earlier, one of these men was my son-in-law. As a sometimes overly protective father of his only daughter, I could not be any more proud of her choice in a husband with whom to create a lifetime of precious memories.

As the evening progressed, most of the group decided to sit cross legged in a circle on the driveway at the back of the house. The conversation was flowing freely and unabated until it was interrupted by a scream that seemed to emanate from the air itself and every place at once. Chill bumps suddenly and unexpectedly took the place of the warm night air caressing their skin. At this exact same time someone yelled that there was a glowing, white Orb the size of a basketball emerging from a seven foot tall line of bushes that ran down the left side of the driveway not more than 20 feet away. One young lady then sprang to her feet and declared with some conviction that the scream was that of a "witch," and then ran into the house to tell those few who were not outside sitting on the driveway. By this time everyone in the circle was standing. Bryan and two other men ran into the basement a few feet away and returned a few seconds later with weapons…a blow torch and two large automotive wrenches. By this time the Orb had slowly floated through the air about 5 feet off the deck into the back yard some 40 feet from where it had first been seen. Not knowing if the glowing Orb was a friendly, Bryan and the two men began to converge on the Orb using military tactics…one left, one right, and one in the middle. The Orb seemed to sense the presence of the three and began to veer left into the neighbor's yard. Whether using intelligence or instincts, it slowly maneuvered through an array of trees and seemed to be using the trees as a buffer to separate itself from the three. A few moments later the Orb stopped. The three continued their advance on the glowing Orb until they were about ten feet away from it when it suddenly vanished right before their eyes. The "witches scream" ceased at this time as well; its blood curdling cry no more.

Needless to say everyone became a bit apprehensive during and after the experience. The emotional impact on one soldier was more telling than with the others. He vanquished himself to the house and upon leaving stated loudly, "I didn't sign up for this!" On the surface this might seem a little strange for soldiers to feel any kind of fear after having fought a vicious enemy in a war and having to soon face him again in the future, but not really. In my extensive, hands on research of the paranormal, I have periodically been involved in cases where the bravest and strongest of people fall prey to the fear of a ghost, a Bigfoot, UFOs, aliens (ET's), etc. I believe that this fear is based on the belief system of each individual. The majority of the population's belief system is based on what supposedly learned men of science and religion tell us as what is real and not real. Not many people dispute religious leaders when they tell us that we must fear God and the Devil, and that aliens are demons, and that by messing around with any aspects of the paranormal it will surely carry us to the gates of Hell. On the other hand, scientist's state emphatically that anything in the paranormal realm is not real; that those who claim to see or have contact with such things are either lying, delusional or they are just plain mistaken about what they experienced…as in misidentifying a star, the moon, a plane as a UFO.

The brave soldiers at the cookout had been trained to fight a physical and tangible enemy who cannot suddenly materialize and disappear into thin air as if on a whim. What the group experienced that night falls into the category of the paranormal…something unknown was real and tangible and did materialize and disappeared on a whim.

From my own personal paranormal experiences, I strongly believe that most people who share paranormal type experiences are not lying or delusional; that they actually have paranormal experiences that are real; that though what they experienced cannot be seen, touched and studied in our three dimensional world, it is still real nevertheless.

A good example of my belief is fortified in a survey poll conducted for an article that Life Magazine ran as their cover story in the March 2000 issue, an article about UFO, Aliens and Abductions. I was interviewed and my personal abduction experiences were one of the main features of the article. Though the writer did a hatchet job on the whole subject matter, including me, the poll tells a different story as compared to the writer's beliefs and so called unbiased writing style.

One of the questions was this: "Have you or anyone else you know ever seen a UFO, or haven't you?" Though 79% answered "No" to this question, 2% answered "Not sure," while 6% answered "Yes, personally" and 13% answered "Yes, someone I know." Now if you take the 19% who answered "Yes" and divide this with the estimated population of just the United States in 2000, you get the rounded off figure of 53 million individuals.

Now according to what scientist's state and believe, this would mean that almost 20% of the Unites States population is either liars, mentally ill or can't tell the difference between a stationary star, or a big, white moon, or a fast moving plane and an unknown object that looks like none of the above...

I don't think so!

Sandy Nichols

www.alienresearchgroup.com

THURSDAY'S CHILD

CLOSE APPROACHES

2008-10-05T08:52:00.000-07:00

CALIFORNIA: Two brothers, both businessmen in Orange County, California, had a terrifying encounter in the Nevada desert on the 14th with six UFOs, which apparently took control of their truck and, flanking it on three sides, floated it slightly off the ground, disrupted its electrical and mechanical systems, and guided it to a halt. One of the craft was seen landed on the road ahead on Highway 93, the others in the air. The two were driving a 23-foot U-Haul truck loaded with furniture and were located north of McGill, Nevada when the driver looked out of the left window and observed a round, orange object that appeared to be 10 feet off the desert floor. He then looked out the right window and saw three more smaller objects.

The truck was moving at about 55 miles per hour, and suddenly it felt like they had been hit by a blast of wind. The lights on the truck flickered on and off and the engine started to miss. Then the driver lost control of the truck and couldn't steer it. Before they could stop, the transmission selector jumped out of drive into neutral, and the truck coasted to a stop in the middle of the road. As they sat in the road with the motor running, they observed a huge silver metal ball with a dome on top and sharp wings, standing still over a hill to the left. It was pulsating. Then they spotted a huge light on the road in front of them about a mile away. The driver then got out of the truck and looked under the truck to discover the drive shaft turning. Fearing for his life the driver got back into the truck, and they both kept watching the light as it appeared to be moving closer. They felt that they were in a vacuum of some kind and isolated form the rest of the world. This lasted for about 20 minutes then it seemed to disappear and it was over.

Just then a car or whatever it was zoomed past us so fast we couldn't tell what it was. Another car stopped and took the brother's into McGill where they got another U-Haul truck. After unloading the disabled truck they had to shove it off the highway, as the back wheels would not move.

Lewis Sandberg, owner of the U-Haul outlet in Ely, said that the entire rear end of the witnesses' U-Haul truck had to be replaced -- the tires, the rear axle, the outside housing, and the gears, "which were all messed up. The rear end was beyond repair. The back axle was twisted right off. When our two trucks lifted up the back of the truck, the rear wheels just fell right off. Those men stopped that truck just in time." The driver of the damaged truck said that when the truck had been hit by the blast of air, he felt that the truck had been lifted off the ground. "It was floating slightly off the highway in the air," he said. "None of the wheels were touching the highway." When the transmission selector skipped into "neutral," the truck swayed in the air, he said, and the vehicle came smoothly to a stop without skidding.

NEW ZEALAND: "There I was alone in the middle of the night on the 17th on a very lonely road with this thing following me," Eric Marks said. "It was like a flat plate with a bell-shaped dome on it. I was nervous...terrified to be more exact. The bell shape of the UFO glowed like a million car lights and it appeared to be suspended on many pencil rays of bright white light beamed towards the ground. I was going down a steep hill near Warkworth (New Zealand) but it felt as though something was holding the car back," Marks explained. "I put my foot flat to the boards but the car wouldn't go over 45 miles an hour. The UFO must have been exerting some type of force field... but at he bottom of the hill I was able to accelerate away at top speed.

Clay Knight was the only witness to a series of three landings and takeoffs by what he described as a silvery object with flashing red or orange lights. The landings began about 4:30 a.m. on the 28th while the rest of his family was asleep, and the object made a "high-pitched whistling noise." Knight, a dairyman, was getting his herd out for the first milking of the day at that time. The UFO frightened his cattle, causing them to scatter. It caused their milk production to fall off about 100 pounds. In the series of three takeoffs, Knight said the UFO first rose straight up from his pasture, landed after traveling a short distance, took off and landed once again, and then "went straight up in the air and disappeared."

MINNESOTA: On the 19th an astounded policeman tailed a meandering, flame spewing UFO along the outskirts of Rochester, Minnesota as dozens of motorists pulled off the road in bewilderment. "I followed the object and kept it in view for above five miles," said Officer Jim Preiss. "I continued to chase the UFO and it started to zoom away. It climbed very rapidly and within six seconds it was out of sight." The bizarre pursuit began shortly before midnight as the 28-year-old patrolman was cruising along Highway 52. "About 1000 feet in front of me I saw this mysterious object with jets of fire coming from underneath it. I got out of my car for a better look, and saw the object moving above the road without making a sound. It was about 100 feet off the ground when it started to slowly move away and I decided to chase it."

After following the UFO for a mile, Preiss pulled off the road to where Jim Kuhlman had parked his truck to gaze at the object. "Kuhlman looked a bit shaken and said that the craft had passed right over him," said Preiss. "I almost pinched myself to make sure it was happening," said Kuhlman, 27-year-old owner of a tow truck service. "As it passed over my head, I could clearly see that it had a square base with a dome on top. The craft was about the size of three tow trucks and was traveling about 20 miles an hour. The strangest thing of all was that it had five rows of what appeared to be afterburners like those on jet planes. Six jets of very bright orange flames were spewing out of each row. When it passed about 100 feet over me, it made no noise at all."

These reports are from February 1974.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

THE ALIENS ARE AMONG US

2008-10-02T09:49:00.000-07:00

He's a firm believer in aliens and UFOs (unidentified flying objects), and researches the topic night and day. He first came to His Story's attention earlier this year when he sent an email response to the article, 'What Frank Grandison saw'. In the email, he suggested that Frank might have been abducted by aliens and taken to the Blue Mountains.

In my effort to find out exactly what he was talking about, Paul 'DJ Pablo' Riley, as we shall call him, opened up a whole can of worms, well, a spaceship of aliens.

"People might think Frank is going nuts, and I can understand, because we all do when faced with something we do not understand, but what if he's not? Then we have got a very dangerous and scary situation on our hands," he wrote.

"It is quite obvious that Frank might just be an abductee, who's been used for some form of experiment by what is known to many people as the Greys, who have been using religion, witchcraft and other things to manipulate us for as long as we have existed on this Earth. From what I found out they are actually like robots, 'cyborgs', alien-made bio-mechanical organisms, used to just do work, manual labor."

Overactive imaginations

But what is the basis of this strong belief in creatures, objects and abductions that some people are convinced are mere figments of overactive imaginations?

Riley: "I have always had this gut feeling from when I was a child that there are more intelligent beings elsewhere than just humans on Earth, but I could prove nothing. I have always been a huge scifi fan, big fan of Stargate.

"I have some DJ friends who live overseas, and who are actually doing research on this stuff, and they used to talk all the time about aliens and I used to not really take them serious. Until one of them sent me a link to Zeitgeist (a documentary film produced by Peter Joseph about the Jesus myth hypothesis, the attacks of 9/11, and the Federal Reserve Bank , as well as a number of conspiracy theories related to those three main topics ).

"After watching that, I found a link to an interview on the Disclosure Project, hosted by a Dr Steven Greer, with people from the military giving testimony about what they know over the years about aliens. I was so shocked, I started spending hours on the Net, just digging. I decided that, to be sure I should check the FOIA, which is the Freedom of Information Act, at cia.gov.

"Lo and behold I found tons of declassified files. I went to fbi.gov, found some stuff there too. From there I found a site called majestic documents.com. That site is like out of this world. They have stuff on the team who took the bodies of aliens who were discovered when a UFO crashed."

Mysterious objects

Now Riley is an ardent ufologist, who has a voracious appetite for information on mysterious objects and alien beings. His collection includes audio-visual, textual, and electronic documents. In one of the videos, there is an "actual alien interview", he said. "That particular alien is not really like us, that one would freak people out."

But who are these aliens? "All I know is they are here. I have interviews of men who have seen them up close. What I have since found out is that they have always been here with us, from the beginning of the human race, which I have since found out is a hybrid race," Riley stated. He said there are 57 species of aliens from many places, some walking among us as humans.

Researching aliens and UFOs is a serious preoccupation for Riley but, when he's back to Earth, the 39-year-old father of two is a music producer, sound engineer and a disc-jockey, known to many entertainers. Music is his life.

We Earthlings have nothing to fear for, according to Riley, "these aliens are friendly. They don't seem to be here to kill us at all. That's the weird part. They are like scientists checking out primitive animals at a zoo".

Yet, a belief in the existence of aliens might run counter to the belief in God, and thus the public might treat his philosophy that there are greater beings than humans among us with suspicion or ridicule, even. But Riley doesn't believe in "the one (God) being taught to the public in church. So it's definitely not the God of these so-called pastors".

Greater power

He said the belief in God was discussed with a particular group of aliens and they said even they did not know of him, but they know of a greater power. "All the religions we have on Earth were created by aliens in the first place," he claimed, "If you ever know the half."

"I would like to show you the stuff I've got because telling you will only make me sound crazy. It's better you see some evidence, but I swear to you, they are real, and they are here, all the time. This will not be easy for you to understand, and I can understand. Look, you have to think with an open mind because I'm gonna tell you stuff that will have you wondering if you're in a nightmare, but it's all real."

From Phantoms and Monsters web site.

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Thursday's Child

TO KNOW WHY THE ECONOMICAL CRISIS IS HAPPENING, HERE IS THE ANSWER

2008-10-01T08:40:00.000-07:00

I have been reluctant to send this out but now I feel the need to so you all will know why this crisis is taking place. It is not by accident, it is manufactured. Funny, I heard someone say that on the news just yesterday!

I took this off of GLP (God Like Productions) July 5, 2006. I sent it to a couple of people but was fearful of sending it to too many because of TPTB monitoring the internet. The person that posted it was only signed "Z". Since he sent this out I have not seen him again. There is another that uses that moniker but it is not him. I am going to take out the significant parts as this is too long. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS as it woke me up and I have been watching ever since. Some things there is no way to know what has happened but the one significant thing is at the end and you can see it yourself.
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I'm retired now, and have done quite a bit of work on astral travel. In the military we worked on similar things but I was always a controller, and never got involved in this stuff myself. But I have seen enough things to blow people's minds. Now I'm trying to do this stuff with all my spare time.

This time I woke up and asked to see President Bush, and see what he's doing. I was whooshed away through the sunny sky across the planet at very fast speeds. I crossed an ocean, and then it started getting dark. Next thing I knew I was near some old building and a country that looked pretty run down as far as industry. The housing looked like something Eastern European.

I saw a white and blue plane, and then poof I am inside some room, that is dimly lit. At a desk sits president Bush and he's talking with two uniformed people. One looks like Air Force, the other looks like Navy.

I start to listen to them, But Bush had in his hand this metallic device as he as talking. I overheard one of the uniformed people say, something like "Assets moved to Japan" and "movement of material and personnel inside the USA was almost complete." Bush acknowledged this and asked what the other person had for him. The other uniformed person mentioned something about "offworld resources" have been moved back to home soil as requested. He also mentioned something about being ready for the visitors and that the plan was on schedule or July.

Bush then got disturbed. He was waving around that metal device again. Then it was like light shone from inside him, and his eyes glowed. His eyelids blinked and it looked like when you see a deer in headlights or when you see a cat but don't use his inner eyelids. Reflective is the word. His eyes went reflective.

He pushed a button under his desk, and I saw some guy in a suit come into the room, he pulled out this device and aimed it around the room. But when he pointed it at me, they all looked straight at me!!! They said, I shouldn't be here and then poof I woke up. Last thing I remembered was the suited guy pointing something at me!!

WILD!!! It was the biggest wildest trip I ever took!!

(On a recent television show about the President ((a series)) a similar thing occurred. The president was in his office and one of his aides came in and waved this object around the room. He then said it was safe and they proceeded after shutting the door. Now where did that come from?)

NOW I WILL ANNOTATE

I asked to see President Bush right now as he was in time. I was wooshed through the sky at such a fast speed this time I had no clue where I went. I just saw buildings and underground rock and dirt for a few minutes.

I saw an office with large paintings, with no windows though. There were drapes along the walls,, but it seemed to me that this could have been underground.

I saw him reading some memos, and scribbling some notes down. I saw some notes from an office of naval intelligence, something about an operation in the Pacific completed and simulated casualties. It looked like an assessment of what would have happened during some war games if it were real and what the current status would be.

I saw him writing notes to the effect that it was acceptable and whether or not it could get worse. Like he wrote asking for a third time how sure they were about this plan, and the fact that they'd have to get out of there fast. I immediately had the impression that he was planning on attacking North Korea, to provoke them into invading South Korea. He plans on letting the North take it over as a way of getting the world to go after North Korea. I saw China this time laying back and staying out. It all flashed by so fast it freaked me out.

Here is the overall impression I got from Bush. They are planning on having some form of accident or some sort of military operation that will provoke the North into going into the South. They are going to do what they did to Saddam. Make Kim Jong Il look like an aggressor and the whole world including China will be in on this. They'll take care of the whole Korean peninsula and turn it into a democracy. It was the agreement ahead of time. The USA along with the UN will kick them out, and the Chinese will go in from the North. The country will no longer b split apart, it will exist as one country similar to how East/West Germany merged. At least that is the whole impression I got.

(Things can change as we move forward in time, so obviously this did too.)

OKAY, THIS ONE IS WITH G. BUSH, SR.

My guide was waiting for me. He said that I had wished to see "the powers that be," and learn more about this situation. That I had wished to understand the nature of evil and why we must fight it. He said now was my chance. George was having a meeting with RARELY SEEN PEOPLE. THEY ARE NOT SEEN IN SOCIETY AND DO NOT EVEN HAVE LEGAL NAMES. THEY DO NOT EXIST AS PEOPLE LEGALLY ON THIS PLANET. THEY ARE NOT BOUND BY ADMIRALTY LAW, AND HAVE NO SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER OR EXIST IN ANY GOVERNMENT FILE ANYWHERE. I knew of them, but now I was going to have my chance to finally see one in person. I had only heard reports from team members on this.

These beings are also known as the Annunaki. They look human enough, but are much much older and more advanced than us. They seem to be part reptilian, but like I said they had this sort of ability to see into the astral realm when they need to.

They are millions of years ahead of us, and think they know better. They are the SECRET RULERS BEHIND OUR WORLD. I've heard that they have a form of "familiar" that have similar powers. You could almost call it the dark side of the force really. I had suspected a few people were familiars, like Bush and Co. But that is another story.

There was a fireplace in the background, which was lit, which I found odd for the summertime. It was a cheery looking room with fleshy colors, pictures of families and military memorabilia. George Bush Sr., was with a woman, who was serving him something what looked like tea. He looked much older than usual, and did not have a very happy look on his face. He motioned for the lady to leave, as his phone rang. He talked and acknowledged someone on the phone, asking them to please hold to verify they were alone. He stood up and looked around the room, scanning everything with his eyes. They were glowing RED as flame!

I then realized that George Sr. had finished his phone call and had hung up the phone. THERE WAS A BRIGHT FLASH OF LIGHT OUTSIDE THE HOUSE. THE WINDOWS WERE BEAMING IN ORANGE LIGHT. Minutes later, 3 mean in suits entered the room. One of them had a device I had recognized before as some sort of detection device, and was waving it around like a Star Trek tricorder. After a few waves of the "tricorder" he nodded.

THE MAIN INDIVIDUAL who talked was old, with a black turtleneck with a suit coat. His hair was white as snow, and had an accompanying white beard that was trimmed nicely. He seemed tall from my perspective, much taller than George Bush Sr. who had only briefly stood to acknowledge them when they entered the room.

I didn't hear any names called, but I did hear Bush mumble under his breath when greeting the person "annoo" or something like that, and the old man ignored him.

I thought to myself, could that be ANU of Sumerian lore?

THE OLD MAN BEGAN TO TALK AND MENTIONED THE IMMEDIATE SITUATION INVOLVING SYRIA, IRAN AND NORTH KOREA. He also mentioned a few other countries with key people who were still in power. He seemed to be talking down to George Sr. Almost in a demeaning way. Nevertheless George Sr., was respectful in every way. They discussed how now the time had come to interface these remaining rogue countries with the ruling part of the world. That there was a DEADLINE and that George and their government had stalled long enough. He stated that other nations were following orders and the USA had lagged behind the plan.

He was upset that he had COME ALL THIS WAY and things were not ready. He was very upset that he left his Son's to handle this world, and they had done nothing but quarrel with each other for millennia. George argued respectfully back that doing something obviously against the will of the people would cause a revolt and that they were still in the process of installing new powers, to continue to sway the public into DOCILITY. He argued that the military would not follow them unless they had a good reason to go to war.

THE ELDER GOT IMMEDIATELY MAD AND SAID THAT IT DIDN'T MATTER ANY MORE AT THIS POINT, THAT TIME WAS RUNNING OUT AND HE DIDN'T CARE IF MILLIONS HAD TO DIE. HE SAID BILLIONS MORE WERE AT STAKE SOON. HE WAS RAISING HIS VOICE NOW IN ANGER.

George asked "what do you want us to do?

The elder replied, "Unfortunately, the only way to bring the plan to fruition will be the SUFFERING OF YOUR NATION. Your way didn't work, and now it will be my way. IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUED TO SERVE ME, I SUGGEST THAT YOU DO EXACTLY AS I SAY."

Then the elders eyes narrowed and he got very serious. "I know about your secret projects to try and defeat us."

George's face went flush. "What projects? We only are doing R&D INTO TECHNOLOGIES, THAT'S ALL."

The elder said dismissively "Don't worry. IT WOULD TAKE YOU THOUSAND OF YEARS TO HARM US. YOUR TIME IS ALMOST UP ANYWAY. NOW DO AS I ORDER. YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO START HAVING HEALTH PROBLEMS NOW WOULD YOU? OR YOUR WIFE? WE'VE GIVEN YOU GOOD HEALTH, POWER, WEALTH, AND A LIFE OF LUXURY. DO NOT FAIL ME NOW ON THE EVE OF OUR VICTORY."

George looked very old and tired now. He looked like a defeated man. "I will do as you say. What do you want us to do with North Korea?"

The elder stood up, and said "First of all, I want you to seek political solutions while moving more equipment and people into South Asia secretly. I want you to fly your aircraft to spy on them and provoke them. Publicly I want you to say nothing too provocative, but try and rally nations against them. Their tests bother you but you will pursue sanctions with the UN. Secretly I want you to continue your preparations to start a war on multiple countries. You know which ones I'm talking about. But you must wait for my command. I will return once I have instructed our Israeli people what to do about their situation. THINGS ARE FINALLY STARTING TO HAPPEN. THE WORLD IS ALMOST OURS."

George agreed.

Then the elder started walking to the door. "Do whatever you need to do on your home soil to secure the power you need. Whatever is necessary! Dispose OF ANYONE IN YOUR WAY WHO PREVENTS YOUR FROM THIS. OUR DESTINY IS ALMOST UPON US! THE DESTROYER WILL RETURN. WE WILL HAVE THE RADIANT SOULS OF BILLIONS, AND HE WILL NOT HAVE HIS PRIZE."

I remembered another thing. Anu said to apply MAXIMUM FINANCIAL PRESSURE ON THE PEOPLE. THERE WOULD BE NO REVOLT IF THEY WERE SLAVES.

(And that is exactly what is happening - TC)

He turned in the doorway, and with an evil smile, he said "We must make war by the end of next...."

I also remember part of my dream last night involved Bush talking on the phone with people. I wake up and see that he has been calling world leaders. I remember something before about how they had plans with Russia and China being all in on "it" with North Korea. That they had to play out their parts to keep their people happy,, but they all agreed on the plan.

I woke up. I heard the doorbell wake me up from sleep.

Believe what you want. This is your choice. This information is only for people who understand anyway. Soulless ones are incapable of understanding until they are awake. You will eventually awaken, if it is not too late, but by being a debunker, you only prolong your path to the light. Search and you will find.

This woke me up! I have been aware ever since I read this. I have watched what is happening and it is coming true, whether we want it to or not.

Now you can see why I was reluctant to post this but I have felt the need recently to let you all know. Do with it what you will. There was much more but this was the important part.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

WING COMMANDER ALAN TURNER MBE

2008-09-28T09:39:00.001-07:00

RAF SOPLEY UFO – 1971
By Philip Mantle

At the UFO DATA conference in October 2007 I met up with veteran UFO investigator David Beezer. I’ve known David for many years and he has regularly attended many of our public events. David wanted me to read a report he had received from a for RAF officer but on the day I simply did not have the time. David made me a copy of the report in question and I read it a day or two after the conference had finished.

The report came from a Mr. Alan Turner MBE and concerned a UFO observed on radar at RAF Sopley in the summer of l971. I subsequently contact Mr. Turner and have his permission to document the following. His report is published in full.

Alan Turner was aged twenty-five when he joined the Royal Air Force in l966 and was commissioned that year as an Air Traffic Control Officer. RAF Sopley was a wartime bunker, which had been converted into a joint military/civilian Air Traffic Control Radar Unit (ATCRU): it closed in l974 when both the civil and military ATC functions were transferred to West Drayton.

Alan Turner remained in the RAF eventually to command the Central ATC School from 1990 to 1992. In July 1995 he was discharged from the RAF in the rank of Wing Commander.

A photo was taken in l982 when Alan Turner was the Senior Air Traffic Control Officer at RAG Lossiemouth.

This is Wing Commanders Turner’s account of what he personally observed at RAF Sopley in the summer of l971 in full:

In the summer of 1971 I was the Duty Military Supervisor at RAF Sopley, which was a joint military/civil Air Traffic Control Radar Unit (ATCRU). It was a Tuesday afternoon but I cannot remember the exact date. The Duty Civil Supervisor drew my attention to a situation on radar the likes of which neither of us had ever encountered.

Emanating from a point some twenty nautical miles east of the eastern extremity of the Salisbury Plain Danger Area were a series of six or seven blips moving on a south-easterly track each being separated from the other by about six miles. At about forty miles from the point they appeared on radar they disappeared to be followed almost immediately by a replacement at the point of origin.

I put the FPS 6 Height Finder onto some returns to discover that they were about 3000 feet when they came into radar cover and climbing extremely rapidly so that, by the time they disappeared from radar, they were in excess of 60,000 feet. To climb to such a height in only forty miles was beyond the ability of any fighter aircraft at the time.

The phenomenon was witnessed by four civil and six military controllers on duty at the time. I called Heathrow Radar to discover that they, also, were seeing a similar picture. The same situation prevailed in the Fighter Control Operations Rooms at RAF Neatishead. The three units involved operated different radars from each other thus different frequencies were in use. The weather forecast from the south of England was calm and sunny. I called the Met Office to confirm the strength of the upper winds to find that they were also relatively calm and were about fifty degrees off the southeasterly track of the blips; they also confirmed that there were not Met balloons/probes airborne at the time.

The winds were not strong enough, nor in the right direction, to cause the blips to travel on their observed track especially at the speed they were traveling. It was estimated that they were doing around 250 knots, but it must be borne in mind that this was a lateral speed as seen on radar – they must have been traveling very much faster to climb over 50,000 feet in less than forty miles. Equally the weather was such that there were no ‘angels’ to affect the radar picture. “Angels” was a euphemism for, what were believed to be, ionized pockets of air which, under very specific atmospheric conditions, were often seen on radar screens in those days: when seen, these ‘angels’ traveled extremely slowly simply drifting along haphazard tracks. In those days all radars were ‘raw’. That is to say that, whatever was within the coverage of the radar envelope and capable of bouncing (returning) the radar pulse back to the receiver, would be seen on the radar tube. Today’s radars are computerized thus such interference is processed out so as not to affect the picture.

Looking around for some other method of checking what was going on, I discovered that a controller had two Canberras on frequency returning from Germany. One of the pilots agreed to investigate so I assumed control of his aircraft and, having confirmed he was in good visual met conditions, I vectored him on to the blips keeping him regularly updated on their position relative to the Canberra. The aircraft was flying at around nineteen thousand feel and when it got within a mile or so of one particular blip, the pilot reported, in a very agitated voice, that his radar had picked something up heading down his port side by about a quarter of a mile and ‘climbing like the clappers’, it was on a reciprocal heading to the Canberra. The pilot admitted that neither he nor his navigator made any visual contact and confirmed that the weather conditions were such that they would have had no difficultly seeing something that close.

The whole episode lasted for twenty minutes or more before the blips stopped appearing. I impounded the R/T tapes and the Radar Video film and made appropriate entries in the log. Each person in the Ops Room who witnessed the incident was required to write a report. The Squadron Leader in charge of Operations collated the reports and informed higher authority. Within a couple of days I was interviewed in the Squadron Leader’s office by two men who were not identified to me. I, along with all the others in the Ops Room on the day in question, were told in no uncertain terms not to relate what we had seen until cleared to do so. About four years later I was serving at RAF Wattisham when the Station Commander asked to see me. I was told that he had a communication from the MoD about the incident at Sopley and that as ‘nothing could be confirmed’ the situation was such that doubt would be cast on anything I said about it. I took this to mean that I was no longer to remain silent.

I am at a loss to explain what I, and many other people, saw. In those days aircraft could not climb at such a rate. To be seen on displays by three different ground radars, plus the airborne radar in the Canberra, is also a mystery. The weather conditions were very definitely VMC or Visual Met Conditions; the aircraft was clear of cloud by at least a thousand feet vertically and with a forward visibility of at least five nautical miles.

In Mr. Turner’s letter to be dated 10th November 2007 he apologized for not remembering the exact date of the incident and believes that there are those out there that will use this to discredit his account. I’ll leave you with his final comments on the incident; “Please use the information in any way you see fit; I stand by what I saw because I know what I saw.”

Colleagues and I intend to submit a Freedom of Information request to the UK Ministry of Defense, and should we obtain any further information we will of course publish it due course.

Thanks must go to David Beezer for supplying the information and contact details and special thanks to Alan Turner MBE for allowing me to publish his account.

Philip Mantle is an international UFO researcher, author and broadcaster. He can be contacted via email at: philip@mantle8353.fsworld.co.uk

NB: Wing Commander Turner will be making his first public presentation detailing the above events at this years International UFO Conference sponsored by UFO DATA Magazine (www.ufodata.co.uk). Full details on their web site or email direct to: ufo-data@hotmail.com

Thanks to Philip Mantle for sending this over! He is a good friend.

Thursday's Child

SASQUATCH, SASQUATCH, WON'T YOU COME ON DOWN?

2008-09-25T08:34:00.000-07:00

Rash of Sasquatch sightings near Northern B.C. town has expert baffled
Cheryl Chan, The Province
Published: Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Tales of a giant, hairy ape-like creature trampling through the woods are running wild in a northern Interior town after a rash of Sasquatch sightings.

There have been three reported sightings in the area within a month, said Brian Vike, Director of HBCC UFO Research.

"To be honest with you, I don't know what to make of all this," said Vike. "I know with UFOs we're doing well in B.C. but I don't know with the Sasquatch. I'm just trying to figure it out."

One of the sightings was reported by Houston resident Delores Harrie, who was at home on July 28, just after 6 p.m., when her two dogs began barking furiously.

She saw the doorknob rattle, and when she went outside to investigate, she saw a shaggy creature running across the tree line into the bushes:

"It was huge, about seven to eight feet tall, and hairy," said Harrie, 45.

"He had long hair, shaggy, . . . in a pine-beetle colour, totally covered.

"I couldn't believe how fast he moved," she added.

"I can't see it being a grizzly. They run but they don't run on two legs, and I know it's not a moose either."

Harrie reported the incident to Vike, who investigated and recorded some strange markings on the ground.

"Definitely, something had been there," said Vike.

"There's some cow tracks, but this was something else - someone with a good-sized foot."

The other sightings were on Morgan Road in Houston in July on Telkwa Highway Road in Moricetown, about an hour and a half away, on Aug. 27.

There was also a reported Sasquatch encounter in Campbell River on Aug. 31.

Vike said he gets periodic Sasquatch sightings across B.C. and the Pacific Northwest but it hasn't been active - until recently.

Harrie, who was "freaked out" about the encounter, said she's trying to be open-minded about what she saw.

"There's so many things out there I think it would be a little crazy to think we're the only ones here."

Thursday's Child

SPOKES OF LIGHT

2008-09-21T07:25:00.000-07:00

I was out walking one early winter evening, I was nearing the end of my walk when some movement and flashes of light caught my eye. I stopped, turned to face the movement and lights and this is what I witnessed. Keep in mind the weather was cool, it was overcast with a medium fog. Visibility at street level was just under 100 yards. What I saw was some spokes of lights revolving within a small dense cloud. The cloud was billowing downward; picture a CO2 fire extinguisher being discharged, it was like this...only silent.

The spokes of light were diffused while within the cloud and were of primary and secondary colors, red, blue, yellow, green and orange. The cloud halted it's descent but the lights continued with their downward spiral and began to reveal what they were attached to. What I saw was the bottom of some kind of structure that was spinning and wobbling, then the beams of lights caught me full in the eyes in quick succession: Flashes, FLASH! Funny thing is, while they were intense, bright, they weren't blinding. In fact, they seemed to carry some kind of subliminal images as if carried on a sideband frequency of the light itself.

Now the object was completely clear of the cold mass of the cloud and I could clearly see a disk, silent, hovering just over the tree top and a telephone pole that was near. How near? My best guesstimate is that it was no more than 50 feet up and no more than 75 feet Northwest of where I was standing. The disk itself was probably no more than 25 feet in diameter by 15 feet in height. It hovered there in mid air, spinning at about 30 RPM and wobbling with precession-like movement.

The lights I mentioned before dimmed considerably and I noticed an opaque domed canopy on top of the disk, it glowed from within and I could make out a silhouette of head and shoulders, then the disk began to move in a serpentine fashion toward the street on which I was standing, in fact, I was standing right in the middle of the street and I could see by the crafts' trajectory that it was going to land right in front of me, no more than 30 feet away.

I can remember saying out loud, "Motherf****r, oh WOW!" and asking myself inwardly, "Am I ready for this?"

"Am I ready for this?" I'm thinking and I search my mind for any pertinent information I might possess that could help me now. The only thing that came to mind was something that I read in a book by George Adamski! In the back of one of his books he wrote that if someone should ever find themselves in this situation that they should show the UFO occupants your car/house keys, presumably this would indicate to them just what a smart cookie you were because you belonged to a race that could work metals.

I might as well have drawn a blank, but then I hefted my book bag and quickly, mentally, performed a personal inventory. I had on me about 20 pounds of college text books on engineering, chemistry, and trig/calculus mathematics, a calculator, a watch, a Buck knife and my friggin' key ring (Thanks, George! You crazy Pollock).

This inventory took all of about 5 seconds as I continually watched the disk coming closer and closer. Ready or not, it was time for me to move. I hefted my book bag one last time and started sprinting towards the craft and the spot where I thought it would land. Another person probably would have run the other way but I was really excited and wasn't about to miss this opportunity, even if I had to tackle this thing to bring it down and gain access.

I had run about 20 feet or so when every thing went blank. This is where my missing time started, about two and a half hours total. I've recovered some memories of this missing time by various means but that's another story and besides I'm just dealing with my real honest to goodness memories here. So, here's what happened next:

Seamlessly, it seems that I went from running toward the craft to being suspended in the air. I could see my right foot, the top of a tree and the roof of a nearby building, these things were getting closer. I was being floated down to the ground, my right foot touched the curb and I was released. I took a few steps then turned my head to see the disk over my right shoulder. It was now on the opposite side of the street and ascending in the same manner in which it arrived. A small dense cloud engulfed it, and then it was gone.

Watching it go I had the most abhorring feeling, the hair on my body stood straight and bristled. I shrugged it off and turned to go. When I got to where I was going, which was only three doors down the block, the first person I saw had a very strange and wild look in his eyes as he let me in. Another friend there said that they had been worried about me, that they had expected me hours ago. I said nothing about the thing that had just happened, I don't think I could have and I still have my suspicions that the encounter was a group abduction.

The next morning I was shaving when I noticed a BB sized lump under my skin between my nose and cheek about an inch below my right eye, I thought "cyst" but wondered how it could just appear overnight. I didn't put two and two together until after I read Jacobs' Secret Life.

A couple of days after the incident I was in a supermarket parking lot, I had bought a number of local newspapers to check the want ads. I was sitting in my car reading the papers when I came across a large ad, it was 2 in. x 4 in. and in bold type said, "IF ANYONE SAW ANYTHING UNUSUAL on the night of (gives date), near the intersections of (gives location), between the hours of (gives time). PLEASE CONTACT (gives name and number)" ..... Realization sets in, no doubt about it, someone else saw it, saw me, saw me and it! All of a sudden I became very flushed, my face and neck felt like it was on fire then I became nauseated .....VERY NAUSEATED. I opened the car door, rolled out onto the asphalt and on all fours puked my guts out.

Post hypnotic aversion therapy? Hey! I think I'm getting over it!

J@X
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I don't know where this came from so no credit - sorry. A good story though! Thanks to whomever this happened to for sharing! I would like to hear the rest of the story!

Thursday's Child

CONVERSATIONS WITH AN ABDUCTEE

2008-09-18T08:35:00.000-07:00

FROM UFO DIGEST

by Dirk Vander Ploeg

I was introduced to a woman who states that she and her entire family interacted with several extraterrestrial alien races for many decades.

This remarkable woman's name is Evelyn B. and she is 72-years old. Before she retired, she worked as a reporter. She has a very unique view of her visitors and claims to have felt no fear while in their presence.

For the past five months we have been corresponding by email. A friend named "MJ" suggested I write Evelyn because she was a nice person and had a great story to tell.

After reading sections of her story she seemed detached from her experiences with the visitors. It is as if she was an observer and the events she was retelling were those of someone else. When I pointed this out to her she said, "Interesting question, Thanks. My 'almost detached' reporting style: definitely a mark of maturity! Having been a reporter helps."

She recalls in great detail encounters with races known as "The Nordics," "The Invisibles" and "The Greys."

The Nordics and Invisibles

She remembers her first encounter with aliens in September 1938. Her family was staying at her grandmother's house in Martinburg, West Virginia, when their neighbor's daughter brought some visitors to their yard. Evelyn describes them as "beautiful blond people." They looked college age, were bright, friendly and athletic.

Evelyn's family members walked toward and met the strangers in her grandmother's driveway. Within a few minutes of polite conversation, the topic turned to the possibility of life on other planets. They mutually agreed that life probably did exist on other planets and Mars was probably the best candidate. The science of the day believed there were canals on Mars and Flash Gordon's movies and Saturday afternoon serials made alien life almost acceptable. She remembers that the young people appeared delighted with the discussion and called us, "Open minded!"

At some point she accompanied her eldest sister up the street to fetch her middle sister because it was time to eat. They had just begun walking up the street when Evelyn was "summoned" to a tree across the street. She knew or realized that a man was there who wanted to ask her questions. Evelyn's eyes were special and she states that, "as a child, my eyes were sensitive to subtle light energy and I was assigned to lead family members in the dark more than once."

She crossed the street and arrived at the tree, which bordered on a large field. As if directed, she turned and looked where she knew the man was standing, but only sensed the vibration in the air. Decades later the alien in the movie, "Predator," reminds her of this man!

Within seconds her eldest sister was at her side. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and the hair on her arms stood straight up. She explained to her sister that they were staring at an "invisible man"! She told the man that they had to leave and find their sister. Suddenly, Evelyn saw something move and realized that a woman was moving around the tree. She heard her tell the invisible man that they were out of time and had to go. The man leaned over and touched her shoulder saying" "You're a good little girl."

Then both sisters quickly ran away.

When they arrived at the house where their sister was visiting, they were surprised that the girls were reluctant to open the door. They were afraid. They had encountered a man near the same tree, but he was dressed in a silver suit, wide belt and strange buttons. He asked the girls to follow him to the hills to meet his people. (Sounds like a horror movie or pedophile).

The story about the people in the silver suits soon overshadowed her tale of "the invisible man."

Her grandparents remembered the gypsy caravans that camped on the outskirts of town and of the stories of children going missing. They warned the children again to be polite but under no circumstances go anywhere with a stranger.

Later that night, Evelyn was sitting on the porch as her grandfather smoked his pipe when she felt an "invisible woman" approaching. The woman whispered into her ear, "We came from out there in the stars" and added, "Far, far away." Apparently, Evelyn's entire neighborhood had been visited by blond extraterrestrials. Evelyn had continued encounters with the Nordics and "the invisibles" for over a decade.

The Greys

In 1944, Evelyn and her family were living in Somerville, New Jersey. One day she and her oldest sister were in the upstairs office of a bottling plant when they were taken! Evelyn calls this period of time "the TERROR stage" of their continuing relationship with the Greys. Upon regaining consciousness they experienced nose bleeds, distorted space and out of body experiences (OBEs).

This introduction to the Greys was a very strange period for the entire family. Neighbor pets went missing and then suddenly reappeared with shaved patches and clean incisions. Their own cat was taken twice, only to be returned shaved, treated with bloodless wounds.

The family was living in North Carolina in 1948. They had just returned home late after a dinner out. Upon opening the front door, they were surprised to see the entire living room bathed in blue mist. And they heard, "Come in, we won't hurt you." And then time stopped.

The next thing the family, mom, dad, and the three girls, realized was that they were walking on Virginia Beach, when Evelyn shouted, "What's the matter with you all? Why are you acting like nothing happened? We've got to get out of here!" Her sisters remember their father saying something about waiting for their pet to return.

Evelyn was in Jacksonville, Florida in 1950. She remembers seeing flying saucers and one of them landed near her. Three Greys approached her apartment building. One of the trio stood guard at the entrance, a second waited outside their apartment and the third entered. He was bald with a smashed-in profile and had a notable pallor.

Evelyn remembers they were wearing tight fitting jumpsuits and their eyes were covered with goggles. The gray in their apartment approached the eldest sister and telepathically conveyed the following, "We did not come for you this time." Evelyn had the ability to hear their communiqués. They were having problems because they had overly complicated something and were trying to establish better relationships.

Later leaving, the Gray said, "You will not remember this."

Evelyn said that bits and pieces of the events with extraterrestrials have come back to her, but it was her curiosity that made her seek out help and undergo hypnotic regression in 2003 to regain more memories.

She is hoping to undergo more hypnotherapy to answer questions, which have arisen since her last regression. She would really like to know why she told her mother that a monster, which resembled "The Wolf Man", was chasing her and her sister! Evelyn wonders if this type of alien is like the Yeti: a race resembling Chewbacca from Star Wars?

Fleeting memories of the dark haired people sneak back and she contemplates the possibility that the man her sister and friend saw wearing a silver suit was one of them?

Evelyn's Opinion of the Visitors

She does not believe that Greys are evil, but rather "cool and strange." She also likes the Nordics and the Invisibles. She thinks the Invisibles might be mistaken for angels and remembers one with black hair. She also has a memory of a stranger she saw in the background with black hair. He was wearing a janitor-like outfit and was a bit shorter than the Nordics.

My Questions to Evelyn

Dirk: Do you believe the Nordics are here to protect us from other ETs?

Evelyn: The Nordics: I didn't get any "police protection" vibes from ones I'm able to identify. Those struck me as young adults doing social studies "in the field" - new to and excited about the project. Because of events in 1938, I'd say, "Invisibles" were linked to the" Nords." If the invisible man at the tree was the same man my sister had met, unless they're "shape shifters" they may have been humans or a breed that looks like Europeans: Average size, black hair, and dark eyes. In stealth gear, those I remembered as a preschooler could observe without being observed - why would one interact with a child, while cloaked: It suggests some sort of study was in progress. (Wonder what they'd conclude, concerning a 4-year old being less frightened by an invisible than her 8-year old sister was of a man in silver?)

Dirk: Do you believe the Greys are a threat to humans?

Evelyn: I'd be surprised if Greys are still on the planet. Their "files" could have been "handed over" to other ET types, maybe clones or human initiates.

Why are They Here?

I'd say they were well-trained professionals - like union members - Docs collecting eggs or sperm didn't cross over. Troops I met may have had kids back home (on aboard their ship) who'd have loved something equivalent to sharing scrapbooks or learning hop-scotch, once they got past how strange I seemed. Greys may have taken time to discuss cultures with our big shots - having greater respect for those who have power over others. They are selective as are many humans. One Gray squad leader bothered to give information even though he was under orders to seal our memories. That suggests to me, some sociability. Perhaps he'd like a similar "courtesy" in some reverse situation. I find this too human-like to ignore.

There may be no superior race involved - only superior science!

As I've pointed out - they did provide a "good nurse" person to help this hysterical little teenager calm down a bit. I wasn't in a dispassionate state - seeing my whole family frozen, which is likely the reason we didn't exchange small talk. I'm sure I was kept mobile so I could demonstrate how buttons open a placket on the side of one's slacks. They requested, "Please show us how" - can you imagine asking an ant to please show you anything? This is not the tactics of brutes. They weren't rapists or thugs and we weren't lab rats, any more than we are at the local medical center.

Dirk: What do you believe their agenda is?

Evelyn: I feel we had all have been very "setup" for all encounters. I noticed more than once, events of "High Strangeness" have a very "scripty" quality. However, isn't that like Madison Avenue type thinking? Such "clever" ploys, you could puke.

Maybe some of them can't think six steps ahead to what protocols are going to produce a couple of generations down the road. They may be every bit as ignorant ("forgive them, they know not what they do") as many of our "Uh-Oh!" leaders who got a different outcome than what was schemed. I'm determined to keep their unsettling behaviors in perspective. Believe me, it works. The key, I believe, is to measure them against human equivalents. Aren't there even worse humans around?

Greys have been around longer, their technology is leaps and bounds ahead of ours, but I think we're more like "country cousins" than lower life forms to them. Their guys just have more fascinating toys than ours. Being motivated by more than curiosity, they may have had little to make light of in our presence. They're as frail as they are pale, they may indeed be in survival mode. They may be elsewhere, working on other possibilities, by now.

Reality is so much more complex than we're taught to expect or to "embrace" - Creation is so unlimited, compared to what our universities explore - we need to teach expansive thinking! Outside the box" that boxes the boxes!

Evelyn remembers "TOO REAL DREAMS", a type of virtual reality that was used on her to demonstrate possible future events. She was a witness to end of the world scenarios: such as a 5-story tidal waves, giant boulders emerging from swamps, wind so cold she had to seek shelter, ground upheavals, the sound of crying and wailing.

She believes she was told to "keep the faith". That some natural disaster was approaching that would last 3-days and then the world would be like new.

Conclusions

As I mentioned in the opening paragraphs of this article, Evelyn's statements and answers are detached and what I would expect in light of her experiences with her extraterrestrial visitors.

She states that she believes that the Greys are "cool and strange." She seems to be completely willing to ignore, forgive and rationalize the actions of the Greys.

Her first encounter with the Greys was in 1944 when she and her sister were abducted from the bottling plant. Her own words describe this period as, "The TERROR stage of our relationship with ETs had begun!"

An example of this rationale can be taken from one of her emails to me, "while they worked on me, but had the courtesy to provide a trained team member to comfort and distract me (her) during my forced (physical) exam." So she believes its O.K. to rape her as long as someone tells her "It's alright." She appears by her own words to be completely mesmerized by the Greys.

Again, she tells about the trio of Greys that came to their family's apartment and admits they blocked the doorways, preventing escape, and admits (albeit telepathically) to the kidnapping the eldest sister, by saying: "We did not come for you this time."

When the entire family was taken and suddenly found themselves walking on the sands of Virginia Beach. Evelyn shouts out, "What's the matter with you all? Why are you acting like nothing happened? We've got to get away from here!" Her yelling shocked her family out of their trance-like state and they collectively asked what she was going on about? She admits that she then went blank, but was terrified.

Evelyn also remembers her family being frozen as members were examined. All of the evidence, her evidence, paints a picture of the Greys not as being "cool and strange," but rather evil and demonic.

Evelyn is putting pen to paper and writing her family's experiences. She plans to publish the tale in the near future. Keep a lookout for "Sometimes You Just Have To Wonder!"

Thursday's Child

HARRY KING

2008-09-14T08:40:00.000-07:00

By Thursday's Child

In 1982 the UFO Contact Center International decided to take a very long trip to find a place inland where contactees/abductees could move. They felt that the coast was in jeopardy of caving in because of the earthquake faults. One place we visited was Alamosa, Colorado.

We had an experience there! Alamosa is where the first publicized mutilation took place on "Snippy" the horse. We asked around town about the incident and the old timers told us it was on Harry King's ranch and then told us how to find Harry. Snippy's bones are supposed to be on display at the College in Alamosa.

We were more interested in Harry King. (There are several things in this report from Harry that have not been known publicly.) We drove out to where we had been advised to go. After finding the wrong farm we finally found the King Ranch. Barbed wire fence and gates with signs all over saying No Trespassing and Keep Out! I saw Harry putting his car away as a storm was coming. I yelled at him while standing at the gate. He came over to see what we wanted and then invited us in. Just in time too, as the storm hit right then.

While driving down the dirt road to his farm we saw these huge Australian Jack Rabbits. They had black ears and feet and a cute little black bunny tail. Harry told us that they had proliferated so much that next they imported Jaguars to thin them out. I have not heard if the Jaguars are still in that area or not.

Poor Harry. He was a bachelor - 79 years old - lived all alone. He was a devout Morman. He said that the "Holy Ghost" told him things and if you were a Mormon he told you even more!

Harry was sure the government had mutilated Snippy to create a diversion away from the activities happening on Mt. Blanca to the east of him. He told us that sheep and rabbits had been mutilated during that same time period but it never got into the papers. Also said they saw foot prints of unusual shape 12 feet apart around Snippy. He never reported that either.

Harry also told us about "government" flying saucers that had flown all around his ranch and had scared the people in their cars on the highway by flying up and over them. He told us that one landed in his yard but by the time he got outside to see who was in it, it flew away. He also said that one day one of these little ships landed and a man got out that was the pilot. He said his name was Larry Childs! I almost fell over. Larry is head of MUFON in Seattle now and a very good friend. Harry said he was invited to take a ride in the little ship. I cannot recall if he said he did or not.

Harry had much more to say and it wasn't about UFOs. He was anxious to tell us what happened one day when he went into town to his bank. Alamosa is a college town and the students were on the sidewalk yelling "Hitler, Hitler" and pointing to the bank. This was 3 days before the war ended. Well Harry didn't know what they were talking about but when he walked into the bank, Hitler was walking out and ran into him. He said there was no mistaking him! Later Harry found out that Hitler's cousin was the President of the bank. He also told us Hitler had owned a horse ranch over near Denver before the war started. I have never researched this to find out if it was true or not but it makes for an intriguing story, like how did Hitler get there? And where did he go? Something we will never know the answer to.

Thursday's Child

AMAURY RIVERA TORO ALIEN ABDUCTION CASE

2008-09-11T08:16:00.000-07:00

From Phantom and Monster's Blog

I was born and raised in New York City. I was working as a waiter in one of the major hotel chains when I received an alarming phone call from one of my aunts. She informed me that my grandmother was terribly ill. My grandmother was the woman whom I considered to be my mother. I just had to go to Puerto Rico where she lived to see her.

Puerto Rico 1988

When I arrived on the island I was amazed by its beauty. After being there a few days my grandmother recuperated and I was able to make my brief visit a real vacation. Upon returning to New York City I found myself constantly thinking about Puerto Rico. Something was pulling me -- drawing me in like a magnet. I phoned my aunt out in PR and expressed to her my feelings. I told her that I wanted to come out and live on the island. She reminded me that the employment situation on the island was pitiful.

Without knowing why I lifted my roots. I either sold, or gave away, everything that I owned and headed towards the island. Even though it was the birth place of my parents I really didn't know PR. I was like a stranger in my own land. Even its roads were unfamiliar to me.

One of my cousins had heard over the radio about a job opening at a local night club. The waiters job suited me perfectly. I landed the job and bought myself an old jalopy of a car as a means of transportation to and from my new job.

Everything went fine until the night before Mother's Day. A few days before this event the same cousin who had helped me obtain my job called me up to ask a favor of me. She asked me to please photograph one of her favorite musical groups, which was going to be appearing at the night club where I was working.

The night before Mother's Day I arrived at the nightclub toting my cousin's 110 Instamatic Camera. The club was packed and I was barely able to snap some pictures of the musical group called "El Gran Combo." I managed to take a few. When the night was over I headed home. My feet were aching and all I could think at the time was about getting home and having something to eat.

I took the usual route home, the one which one of my other relatives had showed me to utilize going to and from the night club. I was driving very slowly. It was about 4:30 a.m. I had to keep in mind what some of my family members had warned me about; they said that while driving along these country roads one had to watch out for stray cows or horses that often wandered on to the roads. What they really should have warned me about was something else!

As I drove through this lonely stretch of unpopulated country road named "La Bajura" (literally translated means "the low part"), I came across a thick mass of fog, I didn't find this strange because I had encountered this cloud of fog other times on my way home from work. I slowed down even more so and kept my eyes on the road at all times. Suddenly I heard what I initially thought were the sounds of hooves on the paved road. Calves? The sound was coming from the left side, the driver's side, my side.

I turned my head towards where the sound was emanating from and to my great surprise what I saw in that moment changed my whole sense of reality. Jogging alongside my old car was a... midget? child? "What the ____ is it?", I remember thinking to myself. My mind was going wild. I didn't know what to think. Demons? "Oh, my God, it's a demons," I thought. I was scared beyond description. This thing was about three or four feet tall. It had a huge head and black bulging eyes. The eyes are what really freaked me out. The being looked at me with those black pools it had for eyes and it had a strange effect on me. This thing had eyes that seemed to penetrate my very being. They were like those of a Pekingese dog except a lot larger. Its skin was white, almost like if it were wearing clown makeup. The nose was a pugged one and the mouth was no more than a slit. It wore what seemed to be a small one piece suit; the color being olive green. What in hell was this? The farthest thing from my mind was that this strange creature was an extraterrestrial being. At that place in time I didn't think about space beings or UFOs. My mind did not ponder into those realms.

I didn't believe in UFOs so I didn't think about UFOs or their occupants. I was so frightened and nervous that when I attempted to speed away from the horror, instead of stepping on the accelerator I stepped on the brakes. When I was about to move on I see movement on the right hand side in front of my car. Coming in from the fog was that same creature. How could this be? I though. How did it get from where it was running beside my door to where it was located now? In those few precious moments in which I debated whether to run the thing over with my car something even more unexpected occurred. Someone or something opened my car door. I jerked my head to the left and then it was staring at me. There were two. Not one -- but two. I gasped and held tight to the steering wheel. My foot felt like lead on the brake pedal. Mentally I prayed to God and asked him to forgive my many sins. I urinated in my pants and helplessly passed out.

When I woke up I had no idea of my whereabouts. I was still seated in my car but I was no longer on the road. I found myself in a strange place where there were other cars. These other cars were empty. I distinctly remember looking around for a sign that would read "Exit." There were none in this place that looked like an underground parking lot. There were no doors that I could see; no windows either. The colors of the walls were a non metallic light gray. As I sat there confused and gripping the steering wheel, the thing appeared next to the drivers seat door -- mine. This time I did not hear it approach my car. I just happened to look towards my left in search of a way out and there it was. Those eyes! It reached out to me with its skinny arm. The hand, I noticed, had five fingers but they were all about the same length. With his white hand he, or it, touched me. He placed the palm of its tiny hand upon my forehead. With this action on the creatures behalf, I faded into darkness.

When I gained my mind I found myself seated in another room along with 14 other people. This room was also the same color as the previous one; a light gray. There were no light fixtures visible to the eye, yet the place was illuminated. I saw no doors or windows. The rest of the people looked as terrified as I felt. None of us spoke. Out of what seemed nowhere, from some point of departure behind us, walked in the two small beings and right behind them came a man.

This man was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. His shoes were of the same color. His skin was a dark tan complexion. Like the skin color of an Arab or a Hindu. He did not appear to be tall; maybe 5 feet 7 inches or so. He stood before us and the two small beings situated themselves -- one to his right, the other to his left. This man with long black shoulder length hair spoke to us in perfect Spanish. He claimed to be as human as we are but from a different planet, another world which rotates around an alien star (sun). (Emphasis added - TC)

In this room the extraterrestrial human displayed to us all various projections which seemed to be totally real in appearance. At the end of these events, the small beings (the ones that the ET human had informed us were in fact made by his people) touched every one of us on the forehead. Everything went away and I awoke seated in my car.

It was now daylight outside and I was in a different area of my home town. At the time I didn't have any idea of where I was. I knew this was not the "Bajura Road." Where was I? I had woken up in a total state of confusion and I couldn't stop crying. The Bajura was a paved road and this was a dirt road.

The next thing I knew, I heard the roar of military jets flying above. When I looked out the window of my car I saw it for the first time. It was hovering without making a single sound. The F-14 Tomcats were on their way back. Like a zombie I took hold of my cousin's camera and found the disc-shaped object through the lens. I just stood there observing it through the lens when suddenly out of nowhere I started to hear a strange beeping sound. Automatically I would snap a photo on every second beep. Beep-beep-snap-beep-beep-snap.

The disc tilted itself at an odd angle and shot off straight into the sky. The jets flew into formation and they took off frustrated in their
attempts to ground the alien aircraft.

After this experience my life was never the same. These photographs have brought me lots of grief. In the near future I hope to be able to publish my book which I'm now completing, where my experience in its totality will be described in depth. There are many wonderful things out there awaiting us, but let us not forget the many wonderful things that we have right here on earth... Amaury Rivera Toro
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NOTE: I met Amaury in Las Vegas at the International UFO Congress. He had come there to tell his story but he was so frightened he was shaking all over. I went up to him and tried to calm his nerves. We immediately liked each other and I felt he trusted me. There is much more to his story he hasn't relayed in this article.

For one thing information that he had taken the pictures of the UFO got out. Next thing you know the Feds came to his grandmother's house where he lived and raided it looking for the pictures. They went through all the drawers in the house and made a big mess. When Amaury heard that they were coming he hid the pictures inside the dog house in the roof. Of course the Feds didn't want to stick their arm in there with a big dog that might bite them so they didn't even look.

Another thing; if I remember correctly, there were two jets chasing the big UFO. One was sucked up by the UFO and that was the last they heard of it or the pilot. The other one was in pursuit when Amaury took the picture. Amaury gave us permission to print that picture on the front cover of our magazine, The Missing Link. For others he did not give permission but many obtained the picture for their own use. He had copyrighted it because he knew that picture was very important. It was proof. I am glad he is writing a book. I wonder when he wrote this piece because it could be that the book was never finished, or if it was written recently, then perhaps it will be published shortly.

Thursday's Child

SHADOW OF ANOTHER WORLD

2008-09-07T07:24:00.000-07:00

By Richard D. Seifried
Journal of the Fortean Research Center

The following article does not deal with UFO's. However, anyone who has been in the investigative business for long knows that no matter how one tries, fringe mysteries keep appearing in cases. The so-called Bigfoot is one of them. I have refrained from including UFO cases that have Bigfoot material in them. In fact I have never investigated such a case; but others have. Some of the people are very sincere, intelligent, and sometimes badly frightened witnesses.

The witnesses in the article are all very reputable. Most are shy in revealing such bizarre experiences. The Native Americans in the document do not have this problem. To them, the Bigfoot legend is a part of their heritage; a small segment of their environment. They neither boast of their experiences nor accept the shallow explanations of their white neighbors.

As for myself, not only am I fairly well educated but I am also a well trained woodsman. I am very comfortable presenting this information because I know what I have experiences. A Bigfoot spoor, for example, i not easily confused with a Grizzly Bear's paw print. I am somewhat of an expert on this point.

At a time in the history of UFO studies when we find ourselves going back and reassessing formerly rejected material, I submit this to you for your critical, analytical evaluation.

... Disbelief overwhelmed me and I brushed my fingers before my eyes, trying to regain reality.

It was still there.

Dark, clearly visible, yet illusive, the specter seemed to glide rapidly across the roadway. Immediately the intense forest shadows enveloped the creature in a blanket of seclusion.

Thoughts, memories, and images from the past rushed at me. What had begun twenty-three years ago had reached a visual climax. I had seen the apparition.

My quest for the truth began in the spring of 1964. While hiking in the rain forest of Olympic National Park, overwhelming odors of soured meat, garbage, and offal had assailed my nostrils.

The putrid stench emanated from a cave entrance a half-dozen feet above my head. Instinctively I assumed that a bear was above me. I hurried on. Inexperience had prevented me from realizing that no bear, however offensive, smelled quite that bad.

I immediately put the experience out of my mind.

Months later, after we moved away, I received a newspaper clipping. It reported that a giant ape-like creature had been seen on the outskirts of Hoquim, Washington. That wasn't very far from the rain forest. For the first time I wondered if the smells, so extremely disagreeable, had really been from a bear. Perhaps not.

My next encounter with a mysterious creature took place on a Saturday of July in 1977. I was hiking up the rugged slopes of Steen Mountain, in the Salmon National Forest, Idaho.

The trail led out onto a very steep meadow. Below, apparently from within an island of firs, a powerful roaring sound welled upslope, assailing my ears. My mind conjured up the image of Gargantua, the famous circus gorilla of the 1940s.

Never before or since have I experienced such a powerful, chesty roar. There is no animal that I am aware of that can duplicate what I heard; not even a male grizzly.

Two days later I told my boss about the sound. He informed me that the previous April two United States Forest Service employees had experienced a frightening encounter. I was able to interview one worker.

One morning, around 2:30 am, the two men were driving home from a visit to the town of Salmon, Idaho. Fearing that the driver would fall asleep, they steered their pickup off the side of the road at Waggonhammar Springs. A cold drink of water would awaken them.

As Troy, the man I interviewed, stepped out of the truck that morning, his companion, who was already walking toward the spring, suddenly screamed in terror. Troy ran to the front of the truck and saw nothing. However, he did hear the crashing of underbrush as a huge animal made its way back into the forest.

His young companion was in shock. When Troy got him calmed down the youth explained that there had been a gigantic ape-like creature sitting on a boulder, watching them.

The two men had confronted the animal at the mouth of the same canyon where I had heard the roaring sounds; 3,000 feet above the road.

Naturally everyone, except my two supervisors, laughed when I told my story. I went into detail about the odors I had experienced thirteen years before.

At the end of the winter of 1977-78, one of my supervisors and another employee were scattering grass seed upon a snow-covered slope of a mountain. The spreader was towed behind the truck, with one worker manning the machinery.

A slight breeze wafted up slope. Earl, my summer boss, and his companion caught the horrible scent I had described. Frightened, the two men scrambled into the cab of the pickup, rolled up the windows and locked the doors. Hurriedly, they bumped and rumbled down the mountain road, away from the terrible smell. The location was a mere three miles from the place where I heard the roaring sounds.

During the summer seasons of the early and mid-1980s, I worked in Glacier National Park as a Ranger Naturalist. By then my curiosity had been greatly aroused about the crazy stories of a gigantic creature living in the vastness of the northern Western states.

Having read about a "Bigfoot" sighting at Logan Pass in Glacier Park I asked the District Ranger about the incident. Bob became extremely irritated and said that such stories were a lot of nonsense.

Over the years I became friends with several of the BLackfeet who were employed by the National Park Service. They believed that the creature existed, whatever it was.

They told me that one winter, citizens of the tiny community of Babb, Montana, located on the eastern side of Glacier National Park, stood outside in the snow, listening. An animal of some sort was running back and forth along the nearby ridge top. As it moved the animal emitted bone chilling screams.

The local Deputy Sheriff was called. By the time he arrived the sounds had stopped. The next morning he found huge, but obscure, prints in the snow and a large patch of woolly fur, snagged on a barb of a wire fence. He gave the fur to the District Ranger.

I was told that the patch of hair was sent to a university laboratory in Bozeman, Montana. Somehow it h ad been "lost." A report was issued indicating it had been grizzly bear fur.

The Blackfeet didn't believe the report.

When I heard that story I realized that the mystery had greatly aroused my curiosity. Try as I would to avoid it, the topic kept coming up in conversations not initiated by me.

One winter, the year escapes me, my family and I attended a spaghetti dinner at my childrens elementary school. This was in Ohio where I now reside.

A gentleman who is now an official of a local community sat next to me. Since we shared a love for the Northern Rockies we began talking about the area. Without my mentioning the subject of the mystery creature, the friend began telling me about his experience.

Years before, he had been employed by the United States Forest Service. He was a trained Civil Engineer and had been part of a small crew surveying an area far back in the Jim Bridger Wilderness Area of Wyoming. One night, as the crew members sat around their campfire, strange, high-pitched cries alerted them that a large, unknown animal was also on the mountain.

Although it was in violation of Federal law, one of the men had packed in a disassembled 22-caliber rifle. He took the weapon from his pack and put it together. The others protested his disregard for the law. Ignoring them, he announced that in the morning he was going t hunt the animal that was making the screaming noises.

At dawn he was gone. Not knowing what else to do or which way the man had gone, the remaining crew members spent the day surveying.

That evening they returned to camp. Their companion had not returned. Next morning he was still absent, so they began searching for him.

They found the rifle first. It was lying alongside the trail, its barrel bent into a "U" shape. Next to the trail the land plunged into a deep canyon. At the base of the cliff they saw the lifeless form of their companion.

"What did the Forest Service do?," I asked.

"Do? Why, they did nothing."

"Nothing?," I echoed.

"That's right. Nothing. The area was closed off to all travel for the remainder of the season. Of course, they brought the body out."

In July of 1985, my wife, youngest daughter and I were hiking along a heavily forested trail in Glacier National Park. The season had been very hot and dry. But that morning some precipitation had fallen. Moisture had settled the thick trail dust.

I was in the lead, for grizzly frequented the trail. Again the phantom entered my life. There before me in the moist earth, was a perfect footprint. It appeared to be of human origin. Five toes, delicate arch, well-proportioned heel--all were clearly evident. Because of the slender gracefulness of the imprint, I took it to be from a female. The length was greater than my heavily booted feet.

Most amazing was the fact that there was but one print, crosswise in the trail. No one else had been on the trail since it had rained the previous night.

Whatever made the impression had a most unusually long stride. One step down and out of the forest onto the middle of the trail and the next footfall must have been on the downhill slope, well beyond the trail itself.

In wonder I paused and marveled at the spoor. My daughter, for some reason, would not look at it. My wife looked and after a pause, turned away. Nowadays, she comment that is must have been something else. "Perhaps a deer made it," she says.

Most importantly, the footprint marked a turning point in my attitude toward the so-called "Bigfoot." If I was to continue to maintain a scientific attitude... open-mindedness, as a rule, then I had very hard evidence to deal with.

Still, reason dictated that any such creature would have been killed or captured by man. Only rumors indicated that this had happened. Continually I asked myself how it could remain virtually unseen. What did it eat? What exactly was I trying to identify?

In May of 1987 I stopped in Chouteau, Montana, to visit with an acquaintance. When Jim discovered that my summer assignment was Crater Lake National Park, he had stated, "Be sure that you carry a five pound bag of plaster of Paris with you."

Laughing at the prospect of doing so, I asked, "why?"

"Because," he unsmilingly responded, "that is Bigfoot country and you might be lucky enough to see a footprint. So, be sure to make a cast of the imprint."

Although I didn't take his advice seriously I did decide to check up on any Crater Lake sightings. In doing so I discovered that there had been perhaps four; all I was informed, by experienced National Park employees. One report I never found. Three were recorded in a history book of the park entitled, The Smith Brothers' Chronological History, Crater Lake National Park, Oregon.

The first recorded sighting occurred on June 8 or 9, 1976. The Chief Naturalist, a George Morrison, observed a Bigfoot walking upright across the road in the southern part of the park. He claimed the creature covered the distance across the road in four giant steps. Since it was twilight, the color and shape were difficult to describe. An investigation revealed no footprints.

Two Rangers, Vic Affolter and Marion Jack, had a strange experience during the summer of 1978. They were at the Pacific Crest Trail junction with the West Road of Crater Lake National Park. The two Rangers heard "....something large crashing through the forest." As they listened, the unseen animal threw a pine cone in their direction. Next, they detected an overwhelmingly powerful odor.

Of the Crater Lake sightings, Roger Wade's was probably the best. Again it occurred on the West Entrance Road.

Wade reported "...seeing a Sasquatch, upright-type animal." It was fifty yards ahead of his car. Its fur was a light brown or cinnamon. Contrary to most Bigfoot reports, Roger estimated the animal to be six feet tall. Another difference was that the sighting occurred at 9 am, not in the evening or at night.

Later in the day Roger Wade returned to the site of his encounter. Although somewhat indistinct, large footprints were found. The middle toe appeared to be longer than the others. According to the witness, this is an often reported characteristic of Sasquatch.

Unexplainable odors, sounds, huge footprints, a patch of unidentified fur, and numerous sightings all enabled me, on that beautifully calm night in August, 1987, to recognize and accept what I saw crossing the road.

Even though I felt certain that I had seen the creature, with events so bizarre, there would have always been doubt without some verification. The exaggerated swing of the elbow seemed peculiar. Quickness of step and gracefulness of stride pointed to only one explanation. Whatever it was, the furry monster was a "new" species not yet accepted by the modern world.

But what if there had been nothing?

The next day I reported for duty up at the rim overlooking Crater Lake. When I got out of my government vehicle, a young lady Ranger saw me. She smiled and hurried over.

"I have something to tell you," she exclaimed.

I laughed and responded, "You go first, for something happened to me, too!"

"Last night, after my campfire talk," she began, "the night was so beautiful that I couldn't stay inside our cabin. Placing a chair outside, I sat there with my big dog, looking out over the moonlit valley."

"Shortly after I sat down, a huge animal began smashing branches and logs down along the creek bed. The sounds were the result of tremendously powerful movements from some sort of animal."

"I'm not afraid of wild animals but I was last night." "And you know," she added, "My dog didn't pay the least bit of attention to those crashing sounds. Normally he would have been barking and trying to get loose."

My hair tingled with excitement. The sounds of destruction had come from off the road at exactly the location where my phantom had appeared. The time of her experience was a half-hour after my sighting. The lady Ranger's experience dramatically supported my own encounter.

Reason dictates that something other than the "known" co-exists with us.

Is it truly Sasquatch? Bigfoot? Are there really other dimensions in our natural world? Is the creature a spiritual being? Perhaps he is an illusion of the mind.

Whatever he is, I, like a growing number of other people, know with certainty that he does exist.

We have seen him!

Thursday's Child

TALES OF A SPACE TRAVELER

2008-09-04T07:53:00.000-07:00

By Darrell Laurant

SALEM - The weird thing about William Goodlett is that there's nothing weird about him.

He lives in a big, broad-shouldered Victorian house on an Anytown, USA side street in Salem. The house is cluttered as only someone who reads four books a week can clutter it.

He seemed glad that I had stopped by on a recent Friday morning, but said he didn't have much time to talk to me.

"I've got to run off at 11:30," he told me. "I'm secretary of the Diner's Club and we've got a meeting."

It was just after 10 a.m. Goodlett was dressed in mouse-colored slacks, a slightly darker sweater, a flannel shirt (obviously an old friend), faded running shoes and a western string tie. A robust 78 years old, he resembled everyone's favorite grandfather. When he talked about his travels, which had been extensive to say the least, his eyes crinkled and twinkled.

Either Goodlett had sized me up as open-minded, or else he didn't care. In his occasional glances in my direction, there was no hesitation, no unspoken "you may think I'm nuts, but...."

"I have done astral projection my whole life." he said quietly, "I've been all over the world." Not to mention the galaxy.

A few weeks earlier, a friend had called and asked, "Have you ever interviewed an extraterrestrial?"

Negative. Gurus, yes. Howard Cosell, yes. A snake swallower, yes. So far, though, my interview subjects have been limited to this planet. My slogan is "Earth, love it or leave it."

But I was curious, nonetheless.

"I think you'd enjoy hearing this fellow speak in Rose McKnight's class at CVCC," my caller said. "He'll be there on Halloween."

Alas, I missed him then (it was my daughter's last year for trick or treat), but I did manage to call Goodlett and set up an interview. And in doing a bit of research, I found out that he is a very big deal in the world of astral projection, interplanetary travel and the like.

Ruth Montgomery's best-seller "Aliens Among Us" devotes an entire chapter to him. She calls Goodlett "one of the most fascinating men I ever met."

I had to agree. Even forgetting the astral projection stuff. Goodlett is unusual. He is an artist. He has taught dance, pioneered a method of teaching reading phonetically and served as a cryptographer in World War II.

And he says he travels to other planets -- not just Mars or Saturn. He says he goes to anonymous worlds like "The Planet of the Tall Trees" and "The Planet of the Small Islands."

How?

"I just go," Goodlet said, "I ask to go, and that's it."

Sometimes his requests go unheeded. It happens every few years, and he travels outside of his body.

OK. I thought dreams, vivid dreams, Goodlett shook his head gently, as if correcting a stubborn child.

"With dreams, I'm outside looking in," he said. "I know what a dream is. This is different, I'm there."

When he returns, he makes drawings. He showed me a dozen or so, incredibly elaborate and bizarre, filled with creatures and landscapes unlike anything I had every seen.

You may be interested to know that William Goodlett is not alone. Actress-author Shirley MacLaine has gone on record as believing in astral projection and out of body experiences. The Monroe Institute in Amherst County has been set up to study them. Goodlett gets supportive calls from all over the world, he pointed out, many congratulating him for "coming out of the closet."

Which is nice. But Goodlett doesn't care if people think he's eccentric. Back in 1978, he told me, he died of a heart attack.

"I was sitting in that chair," he said, pointing toward an overstuffed wingback in a corner of his kitchen. "And my heart stopped. I felt myself coming out of my body. I heard beautiful music. I moved toward a light, and then something told me to go back. Since then I haven't feared death."

Or ridicule.

By Goodlett's estimate, thousands of planets in our solar system harbor life, and "600 or so that have humans. I've seen creatures just like us," he said.

Thursday's Child

UFOs, Roswell and an Eight-Year-Old Boy

2008-08-31T08:21:00.000-07:00

By Jason Offutt

The e-mail message was cryptic. “Hello. I might have some information you will want to hear.” No further explanation; just a telephone number.

“Any hints?” I wrote back.

Three hours later a second e-mail waited in my inbox. “What? Sorry. I thought you wanted information. UFO. No reply is necessary.” The man sent his telephone number again, and his name. At his request I haven’t used his real name; he’ll go by Marty.

Marty answered the telephone, his voice that once sang with a Navy choir was scratchy and weak. Doctors removed half of a lung from cancer and damaged his vocal chords removing a lump from his thyroid. Marty is 67 years old.

But he didn’t want to talk about himself; he wanted to share something he’d kept hidden for 59 years.

Marty was eight years old in 1949 when his father took him to the Pickwick Hotel at the corner of 10th and McGee Streets in downtown Kansas City, Missouri. The hotel sat next to a Trailways Bus Company station; a high school friend of his father was stopping there on his way through town.

Marty doesn’t remember the name of the man who walked into the hotel and greeted Marty’s father, but he remembers he was in uniform.

“This man was in the service,” he said. “I can’t tell you what branch.”

The three went to a room in the hotel and, as the adults sat at a table and talked, Marty sat on the bed and tried to entertain himself. After awhile, he started paying attention to the conversation, and the men noticed.

“They said, ‘whatever you hear, stop remembering,’” he said.

Then Marty heard things – classified things.

The man had worked at White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico; site of the atomic bomb test. He said whenever the military tested a new missile there, Unidentified Flying Objects would appear to observe the launches.

“He said when they shot a missile up to test it this thing would come up to it and fly around it,” Marty said. “These things would come up, circle it and – swish – go away.”

Then Marty’s father asked a question and his friend’s voice dropped to just above a whisper. But Marty heard everything.

“Pretty soon my dad said, ‘I heard a rumor about Roswell and a (UFO) crash,’” Marty said. “My dad’s friend got real serious and he said, ‘I can’t talk about that.’ But he said it did happen and it was real. This man talking to my dad positively confirmed what crashed in Roswell was true and legitimate.”

Soon after, Marty and his father went home and didn’t discuss that night for months.

“After that my dad – six months later – said, ‘I want you to come with me tonight,’” he said.

Marty’s father took him to a UFO meeting in Kansas City.

“Those people were as squirrelly as squirrels,” Marty said. “My dad just sat there and chuckled. He said, ‘what you saw tonight was horse hockey. You know the truth and we can’t talk about it.’ And he never mentioned it again. He wanted me to know the truth and what isn’t the truth.”

Marty’s father died at 51 in 1961 and neither he, nor Marty, ever mentioned the strange conversation in the Pickwick Hotel.

“This happened years and years ago and I was sworn to secrecy,” Marty said. “I’ve never talked about it.”

Until now.

Copyright 2008 by Jason Offutt Used with permission

Thursday's Child

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1 comments:
Kent McManigal said...
When I was in elementary school in Waco TX in the early 70s, I heard about the Roswell crash for the first time. I have seen writers claim that the story didn't exist in its "current form" until the mid 80s, but the story was essentially the same when I first heard it.

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A PARADIGM TO THINK ABOUT

2008-08-28T08:35:00.000-07:00

By Thursday's Child

The other evening on Coast to Coast the topic was ETs and other dimensions. The last caller before they went off the air had been in the Coast Guard. He was telling about going to school in Indianapolis for his job in the Coast Guard. After the instructor had given all of the agenda for the class he added one thing that wasn't on the agenda. It was how to change the paradigm by denying, denying, denying and lying, lying, lying. In time the people would come to believe what they were told. He was told to be aware of what is happening. Then he got to thinking about Roswell. He had been a radio reporter there and heard all about what had happened in 1947. Then he had a new awareness, since that time a shift in thinking has taken place. It was programmed by things that had happened since then to bring a new consciousness to the world.

I got to thinking about that and all that has happened to "wake" up mankind. This is in the last 60 years which seems to be the block of time indicated. But I would add Tesla to the mix. He made man see a new technology even if they didn't understand it. At least they knew about it. Then Wilhelm Reich was next. He discovered orgone energy. No one understood that either, but at least it was again put into the consciousness of man. The Rife machine was next invented by Royal Raymond Rife. Now the debunkers were letting up a little where with Wilhelm Reich's case they put him in jail for being a fraud where he died. Now scientists are studying the "energy" that pervades everything, including space that Reich knew way back then. He wasn't a fraud after all. Did you know they burned his books! And broke up his Orgone accumulators and threw them in with the burning books. I hope we get beyond all that in the next paradigm. I would be amiss to not include Michu Kaku. He has enlightened us on the string theory and the different possible dimensions.

Next I started thinking about all the contacts that have been made with ETs and how they changed the thinking of the experiencers, further evolving their minds. They were changed forever.

A lot of different aspects went into the current "box" like spirits, ESP, EVP, politics, airplane crashes, new forms of energy, church doctrine, crop circles, the Collider, green energy, etc. Each thing led to another more enlightening aspect of the paradigm.

We wonder why a person with so much knowledge dies all of a sudden, like John Mack and Carl Sagan. But think about this; each one has added to the mix in their own way, whether they be layman or scientist to bring us up by our bootstraps to a higher and more evolved understanding. I believe the UFO sightings that have come closer and closer are causing man to think more extensively. It doesn't matter if you are a nobody but if you have one thing to add to the ever expanding wheel of enlightenment it makes sense why we learn and experience so much. I always have felt bad when a knowledgeable person dies without writing down what he knew but it is all there by his lectures, television appearances, and radio shows. We are small cogs in the current wheel. When we are gone there is another to take our place in ever expanding knowledge. I believe that will happen forever.

So what will the next paradigm hold? Are we into it now? If as much happens, as in the last 60 years, we cannot even imagine what the next 60 holds for Planet Earth. That is if we survive the unimaginable horror of wars. That is the one thing in the paradigm I cannot understand. Why does man continually hurt each other. We could have a beautiful planet of peace and goodwill but instead greed and avarice takes over and the persons with the most power continue to hurt the humble persons on this planet. Something has to happen for a new understanding. It is to everyone's good to live in peace, and that means the warmongers too! Perhaps the wars were to teach us too but that part is hard to understand. At least we know what we want and don't want.

Those are my thoughts that I wanted to share with you.

Thursday's Child

Here is an article by John Mack that enlarges on what I have said up above.

Interview with John Mack
Psychiatrist, Harvard University

NOVA: Let's talk about your own personal evolution from perhaps skepticism to belief ...

MACK: When I first encountered this phenomenon, or particularly even before I had actually seen the people themselves, I had very little place in my mind to take this seriously. I, like most of us, were raised to believe that if we were going to discover other intelligence, we'd do it through radio waves or through signals or something of that kind.

The idea that we could be reached by some other kind of being, creature, intelligence that could actually enter our world and have physical effects as well as emotional effects, was simply not part of the world view that I had been raised in. So that I came very reluctantly to the conclusion that this was a true mystery. In other words, that I -- I did everything I could to rule out other sources, or sexual abuse. Some of these people are abused. But they're able to tell, distinguish clearly the abduction trauma from other forms of abuse. Some forms of psychosis or people making up stories -- I could reject that on the basis that there was no gain in this for the vast majority of these people.

.... I've now worked with over a hundred experiencers intensively. Which involves an initial two-hour or so screening interview before I do anything else. And in case after case after case, I've been impressed with the consistency of the story, the sincerity with which people tell their stories, the power of feelings connected with this, the self-doubt -- all the appropriate responses that these people have to their experiences.

NOVA: So tell us, please, how literally you intend people to take this? Are you suggesting people are really being snatched from their beds by aliens and experiments on board a spaceship?

MACK: Just how literally to take this, is one of the most interesting and complex aspects of this. And I want to walk through that as clearly as I can. There are aspects of this which I believe we are justified in taking quite literally. That is, UFOs are in fact observed, filmed on camera at the same time that people are having their abduction experiences.

People, in fact, have been observed to be missing at the time that they are reporting their abduction experiences. They return from their experiences with cuts, ulcers on their bodies, triangular lesions, which follow the distribution of the experiences that they recover, of what was done to them in the craft by the surgical-like activity of these beings.

All of that has a literal physical aspect and is experienced and reported with appropriate feeling, by the abductees, with or without hypnosis or a relaxation exercise.

....There is a -- I believe, a gradation of experiences and that go from the most literal physical kinds of hurts, wounds, person removed, spacecraft that can be photographed, to experiences which are more psychological, spiritual, involve the extension of consciousness. The difficulty for our society and for our mentality is, we have a kind of either/or mentality. It's either, literally physical; or it's in the spiritual other realm, the unseen realm. What we seem to have no place for -- or we have lost the place for -- are phenomena that can begin in the unseen realm, and cross over and manifest and show up in our literal physical world.

So the simple answer would be: Yes, it's both. It's both literally, physically happening to a degree; and it's also some kind of psychological, spiritual experience occurring and originating perhaps in another dimension. And so the phenomenon stretches us, or it asks us to stretch to open to realities that are not simply the literal physical world, but to extend to the possibility that there are other unseen realities from which our consciousness, or, if you will, learning processes over the past several hundred years have closed us off.

NOVA: I wonder, if in that vein, you can speak to what you think this experience is about?

MACK: ....There are several effects that these experiences have for those who undergo alien abduction encounters. First is the most familiar aspect or fit, which is a traumatic event in which a blue light or some kind of energy paralyzes the person, whether they're in their home or they're driving a car. They can't move.

They feel themselves being removed from wherever they were. They floated through a wall or out a car, carried up on this beam of light into a craft and there subjected to a number of now familiar procedures which involve the beings staring at them; involves probing of their body, their body orifices; and a complex process whereby they sense in the case of men, sperm removed; in the women, eggs removed; some sort of hybrid offspring created which they're brought back to see in later abductions. That's the sort of literal experience.

Now, the effect of that is -- or what seems to be going on there, in a number of abductees -- not just people I see, but the ones Budd Hopkins and other people see -- is to produce some kind of new species to bring us together to produce a hybrid species which -- the abductees are sometimes told -- will populate the earth or will be there to carry evolution forward, after the human race has completed what it is now doing, namely the destruction of the earth as a living system. So it's a kind of later form. It's an awkward coming together of a less embodied species than we are, and us, for this evolutionary purpose.

However, that might not be literally true. It might be that that this is a communication to us. That perhaps we need to change our ways. It may not be that these are literally our babies. It may be a kind of expression of images of babies; or it may be that these hybrids we're told is what will have to be. It's a kind of insurance policy if the earth continues to be subjected to the exploitation of its living environment to the point where it can't sustain human and other life as it's now occurring. But it may not be literally what is going to happen. So that's one area.

Another area is the whole visual environmental and informational aspect of this in which people are shown on television screens a huge variety of scenes of environmental destruction of the earth polluted; of a kind of post-apocalyptic scene in which even the spirits have been routed from their environment because they live in the same physical and spiritual environment that we do; and canyons are shown with trees destroyed; pieces of the earth are seen as breaking away -- portions of the East Coast or West Coast.

NOVA: .....Alien hybrid. What does that mean?

MACK: Sometimes along the way, as you go deeper and deeper into the person's consciousness, into their experience, they will discover....what is called a dual identity. In other words, that they are both human -- in one dimension; but they also are themselves, have an alien identity. That they are participatory in this reproductive hybrid program, as if they were altogether part of it. And that they may, in fact, even experience themselves as aliens.

One of the men in my book actually was an active participant in taking a woman from Texas up into the ship and being, and acting the reproductive function of the alien being, and felt he was himself alien. And often the abductees will feel that their job, developmentally, is to integrate these two dimensions or these two aspects of themselves: the human and the alien. And that the alien dimension is a part of ourselves, our souls, if you will even, from which we were or have been cut off over the centuries of human beings living on this earth in this densely embodied form.

NOVA: You and others have said that there is no other psychological explanation. But that there is some reality to it. What do you think of the work of people like Michael Persinger and Robert Baker who have these complicated theories about neurology or they charge that hypnogogic hallucinations being at the root of these perceived -- these experiences?

MACK: These experiences often occur in literal consciousness. Not in a hypnogogic or dreamlike state. The person may be in their bedroom quite wide awake. The beings show up. And there they are and the experience begins. That they're not occurring in any dreamlike state. Now sometimes they do occur when a person is dozing off or in a hypnogogic state. But very frequently not.

Also, any theory that is going to look upon this as a purely endogenous phenomenon, by which I mean generated purely from the psyche of the person themselves. Which is a kind of arrogance too, really. Because it means that we just can't accept the notion there could be another intelligence at work here. Which is a much more economical explanation. But if we must find a theory within ourselves, then we should keep in mind that any theory that's going to even begin to address this, has to take into account five factors:

Number one, the extreme consistency of the stories from person after person. Which you would not get simply by stimulating the temporal lobes. You would get very variable idiosyncratic responses that would differ a great deal from person to person.

Number two, you would have to deal with the fact that there is no ordinary experiential basis for this. In other words, there's nothing in their life experience that could have given rise to this, other than what they say. In other words, there's no mental condition that could explain it.

Third, you have to account for the physical aspects: the cuts and the other lesions on their bodies, which do not follow any psychodynamic distribution, like the stigmata associated with the identification with the agony of Christ.

Fourth, the tight association with UFOs, which are often observed in the community, by the media, independent of the person having the abduction experience, who may not have seen the UFO at all, but reads or sees on the television the next day that a UFO passed near where they were when they had an abduction experience.

And finally, the phenomenon occurs in children as young as two, two and a half, three years old. And any theory that simply attributes this to the activity of the brain, does not take into account at least three of those five fundamental dimensions...

NOVA: Aren't you really at risk of losing quite a bit, personally and professionally, because of ...criticism?

MACK: I think that, in some ways, I've gained more than I've lost in terms of inviting people into this mystery, having a dialogue with all kinds of very wonderful, open, intelligent, brilliant people from many different fields. It's been quite exciting. I mean I've been attacked, but the attacks have not been really nearly as serious to me as the openness that I've found among many people throughout the culture and internationally, who are saying: Yeah, I always suspected something like this was going on, and I'm glad you were willing to come forward and report about it.

......It's often said that I'm a believer and sort of have gone and lost my objectivity. I really object to that. Because this is not about believing anything. I didn't believe anything when I started, I don't really believe anything now. I've come to where I've come to clinically. In other words, I worked with people over hundred and hundreds of hours and have done as careful a job as I could to listen, to sift out, to consider alternative explanations. And none have come forward. No one has found an alternative explanation in a single abduction case.

NOVA: Many say that this is just really a function of cultural images.

MACK: ...I have been looking at this phenomenon as it manifests in indigenous people, in Native Americans -- the Cherokee, the Hopi, who know these beings as the star people. We've looked at this in South Africa, particularly in interviewing in depth a leading South African sangoma, or medicine man, who calls these beings "mandingdas".

We've investigated it in Brazil with a farmer in -- outside Belo Horizante who had identical abduction experiences to what have been reported in this country. I'm getting recent -- I received a letter about abduction experiences from a person in Malaysia today. In other words, this is -- as far as we can tell -- a worldwide phenomenon. This is not restricted, as some people have thought, to Western or particularly American culture.

....I found that the higher or the greater the stake that a person has in this society, in their position or their job, the more reluctant they are to admit that they've had abduction experiences......When abductees went on television with me during the spring of 1994, during my book tours, and wanted to communicate and educate about it, a number of them received threats to their jobs. Some of them lost them....we have one man in management consultation, lost an important contract. A woman that worked for the federal government, who was an abductee, was threatened with loss of her job. In other words, this is not something that is regarded as acceptable. (In the current paradigm - T.C.)

I've interviewed airline pilots who have had sightings-- close up sightings of UFOs. They will not report it, because they will be removed from their work. Even if they've had abduction experience, they will not talk about it. And 25 to 30 percent of airline pilots, according to a survey that one of the people I've talked with did, have had close up sightings, but will not discuss it.

This simply is not something that is accepted as OK to talk about or -- And that may be changing. I recently saw a Harvard Divinity School student, and I asked him these questions. I said: Do you talk about this among your fellow students? And he said: 'Oh, yes.' And it turned out several of them had also had abduction experiences. And even the ones that had not, were fascinated, interested, didn't ridicule 'em. So maybe the climate is changing.

Who I Think the Visitors Are

2008-08-24T07:31:00.000-07:00

By Anne Strieber

My theory about "the visitors" is different from that of most UFO investigators: I think they are either time travelers, visitors from a parallel universe, the dead—or all 3.

Over the years, we have received many letters connecting the spirits of the dead with visitors. This type of anecdote is anathema to old line UFO researchers, who want the whole thing to be about the conventional concept of encounters with aliens who have arrived in space ships from another planet.

I remember when we invited our secretary, Lorie Barnes (who had had a lifetime of Visitor contact) up to our cabin, she went for a walk along the road. There she met up with her brother, who had been missing (and presumed dead) for over 20 years. She was delighted to see him again and he told her to tell everyone "he was OK." This seems to be the usual message that the dead have for us.

After Whitley, in a last-minute inspiration, put our mail center address in "Communion," we began receiving huge bags of mail every day. I actually had to hire a secretary just to help me OPEN them, but I read every single one and replied to each one that contained an address.

I began keeping a list of the commonalties I found in them. I posted the list above my desk and added a new item to it whenever I noticed the same thing mentioned in several letters from different people. I wish I still had that list today.

The one item I remember most clearly is: "They have something to do with what we call death." I remember this so distinctly because I have never found it in any of the UFO literature I have read.

After Communion was published, Whitley got a call from his agent, who said he had received a frantic message from a government official who needed to ask Whitley a question. Usually Whitley would not want to deal with this type of thing, but this incident was so compelling that he returned the call. The man said, "I have to know what you think about this, I have to know if this is true," so Whitley heard him out.

The man described a typical evening at their suburban home. Their elderly dog had just been taken for a walk, but she suddenly began insisting on going out again, so the wife put on her leash. As she stepped out to take the dog on a second walk, a huge white light passed over the back yard, and their little boy came running down the stairs. He said, "Mommy, Daddy! Jeff came to me with two aliens, and he said to tell you he's all right."

Jeff was the older brother, who had died in an auto accident a short time before. With the help of the visitors, he had somehow managed to bring the message to his grieving family that he was all right. As you'll see from the rest of this essay, this is the same message that keeps being repeated, time and again, by the departed who are somehow interacting with the visitors.

One letter described a soul literally being torn from a body. The man who experienced this wrote a description of what happened after he went to bed one night: "My head had been on the pillow less than thirty seconds when, for want of a better word, it exploded—'it' being my head. The only way I can describe this shocking sensation was that I thought a bomb had blown me to pieces, and that 'I' was nowhere. I ceased to be." Eventually his wife woke up and they switched on the bedroom light and sat up in bed talking quietly about what might have happened. He knew the experience hadn't been a dream, because he'd never fallen asleep. They then heard a low humming that gradually changed into a loud, steady throbbing sound. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was 2:30 a.m. (note that the time was almost the same as when the friend in Austin was contacted in the last letter I'll mention here). The throbbing became deeper and faster, then seemed to stop right over the roof of their house, directly above the bedroom. Before he could go outside to see what was going on, he felt something invisible grab his chest and start pulling with amazing force. He wrote, "I felt like my soul, not my body, was being pulled up vertically towards the still loud throbbing noise, and although I thought it would be futile, I screamed out for my wife to lie on top of me. She did this, and the sensation of pulling eased a little. I was screaming and struggling against an 'invisible beam,' with my wife lying full length on top of me in my own bed at 2:30 a.m. What a sight we would have presented if someone had walked in!" This went on for two full hours. "They pulled, I resisted, my wife hung on and the engine throbbed, until finally it went away, and exhausted and badly shaken, even devastated, we fell asleep." We recently received a letter that suggests the Visitors may have something to do with time travel. "Susan" wrote: "I haven't told this to anyone outside of my close family until now. There is a road in France that we lived next to in 1994 that had been there since Roman times. It is called in English, Highway #1, the oldest road in France. It winds between farms, and there are a couple of villages nearby. The farmers come out early in the morning to shoot pheasant. Those are the only people you see on this road.

"The major users of that road were the Roman legions who built and used it in their conquests. It was also used in both World Wars. Just walking to market, I felt I was walking along a well-traveled way. According to my husband, a history buff, quite a bit of history happened on that road, which might explain the two unusual, unnerving people I saw walking along it about two weeks apart.

"As I was going to market one mid-day, walking with my sack and holding onto my dog's leash, I saw an odd sight walking towards me, a young man. This was odd because almost no one used that road, but what really caught my attention was the way he stared at me and the unusual clothing he was wearing. He was about 19 or 20, with olive-colored skin. He was dressed in a navy blue sweat shirt with a hood and blue jeans. Sounds normal, right? Not right. The clothes didn't seem to allow for his body depth. It was as if someone had seen a picture of a sweatshirt and jeans and sewn the clothing from just looking at the photo. They looked extremely uncomfortable, and they were dyed wrong. “As he and I approached each other on the road, I saw that he had the biggest eyes I have ever seen—bright, bright blue. As we came closer, I said hello in French and he put his hooded head down, but still tried to look up at me as if he was curious. He said nothing. We both walked on and after about 20 steps I looked back. He was gone. Just plain gone.

"About two weeks later, the same thing happened again, except it was a different person of about the same age—19 or 20 year old. He was wearing the same clothing as the other young man. His skin was white instead of olive, his eyes were huge, almond shaped and also bright, bright blue. When we were about to pass each other, I once again said hello, and he stuttered and said the same greeting back. I slowed down to talk with him, but he was blushing so much, I moved on. I again looked back, and once again he was gone.

"I asked in the village about these two, but no one had seen them. Here's my theory: what better place for a history student to study history than to walk the road through its various eras. Not to talk to anyone, not to be seen, just to walk the road to see conditions at various times throughout history. Could these have been time travelers on a history assignment?"

One of those poignant and heartbreaking letters we ever received starts like this: "In the early summer of 1968, my daughter and I drove to New Mexico to visit some friends who had a small ranch there, before going west to meet my husband.

"Leaving Taos, we drove to Flagstaff and waited there until the early evening, to cross the Mojave desert at night. About two hours outside of Flagstaff, my daughter began to shout that she saw a spaceship in the sky. How did she know what it was?

"The sky was unusually cloudy, and I looked to where she was pointing and saw first two and then three lights moving rapidly in the sky, turning at 90 degree angles, pulsating and disappearing. I decided to pull off the road onto a dirt trail I saw to the right, leading into the desert.

"We watched the sky together, she in the back seat and I in front, when suddenly in front of the car there appeared a huge, dark and glowing object with a partial row of lights in the middle.

"The next thing I remember is my breath being knocked out of me as I somehow went through the windshield of the car. I remember looking back for an instant and the car was completely empty of myself or my daughter, and I was stepping into an opening in a vehicle.

"I couldn't see my daughter, and I asked in terror about her. 'She's going to be all right,' was what I heard in the center of my mind, and I was strangely soothed and unusually happy.

"These beings were tall, about six and a half feet, their skin was silvery." This description sounds like the "tall whites" that the medium Glennys MacKay remembers healing her. "I had a feeling of love or long lost family; it was almost like a homecoming. They kept saying 'Welcome, welcome!' in my mind, and laughing. They started speaking to me about my individual history. There was such love flowing through them. This wasn't exactly like words, but were rather images or sound pictures that moved between us.

"Then they took me to a room that contained the ship's driving mechanism. In front of me was a huge crystal, perhaps three feet across in the middle. It looked like two pyramids placed base to base, although at times it seemed multifaceted and totally brilliant and jewel-like, suspended in the air. They told me to put my mind into the crystal and as I did, I’d be able to learn how to fly the ship."

It's interesting to note that a friend of ours who was also taken out of his moving car and suddenly found himself inside a UFO also saw this exact type of diamond-shaped structure there. He tried to duplicate it many times over the years.

"Then they said, 'Time to return to earth.' Frantically, I panicked and asked about my daughter and was soothed, again by them saying she was okay. Then they said they were sorry, but didn’t say why, and there was great love.

"As we moved to the exit, they said my name again several times, and something about 'soul lineage.' I was reluctant to go, but the next thing I knew I had gone through the car windshield again, and found myself hanging out of the window gasping for air. I had been crying and was covered with sweat.

"My daughter was in the back seat crying. She told me never to touch her again, and that she knew who I was and she hated me. I tried to calm her and ask what had happened to her and she shouted, 'I’ll never tell you! Leave me alone!'

"I had a notebook in the car, and before we left, I forced myself to write these things down as I remembered them. I looked at the stars in a daze. It was almost midnight, and we had lost about two and a half hours.

"I drove on to California then, as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t tell anyone ever, and swore to myself to never discuss it.

"One night my daughter woke up screaming and I went to her bed and she said very factually, 'Mommy, I'm going to die. The spaceship people told me so. They said little bugs had gotten into my body and they were sorry, but there was nothing they could do since I’m a little girl.' Then she went back to sleep.

"This frightened me beyond belief. That morning, she woke up with a high fever and had severe joint swelling. I took her to the hospital and she was diagnosed as having rheumatoid arthritis, yet they weren’t too sure. They wondered if she’d been exposed to radiation. She was in great pain.

"I drove back to Texas and put her in the hospital there, only to find out that she had a very rare cancer of the nervous system, neuroblastoma, and it had metastasized, and she had just a few months to live. She lived until September of 1969.

"Before her death, she began to draw extraordinary pictures that were compared to those of a ten year old, even though she was only three and a half. She began to compose poetry, which I sometimes wrote out for her. The doctors were amazed and thought it might be the chemotherapy, but were not sure.

"The day after her funeral, a friend of mine who was a graduate student at the University of Texas called me from Austin in hysterics, saying that she had to drive to Houston immediately and tell me something that had happened.

"Without glasses, she was legally blind, but she drove anyway. I didn't think I could handle another emotional crisis, since I was in such grief—however, she came that day.

"We went for pizza, and she told me what had happened. She said that two nights before at about 2:20 in the morning, she was awakened by a noise and then saw her roof begin to dissolve. In the air above, she saw a type of spaceship.

"Two tall beings appeared, and in between them was my daughter. They told her they hadn’t been able to get through to me because of something, but to let me know that my daughter was okay and was with them! She thought that she’d gone completely insane. At that point in her story, I broke my promise to myself and told her what had happened that night in the desert, and we both cried and cried."

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We want to thank Anne Strieber for permission to print this article. www.unknowncountry.com

THURSDAY'S CHILD

CHRIS BADER

2008-08-21T08:32:00.000-07:00

Chris Bader produced a documentary on our organization, the UFOCCI (The UFO Contact Center International), for his doctoral thesis. He also had a great interest in Bigfoot and has written a book about him. Here is an extracted version of one of his articles which appeared in "Exploring Unexplained Phenomena". He is now Dr. Chris Bader and it was my pleasure to be his friend.

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The County Sheriff of Skamania Country (WA) was gruff, saying that he had been on many "wild goose chases." On one occasion a hunter brought in a very unclear picture of what he said was a Bigfoot body. The sheriff sent out a 35-man search team looking for the body fearing it might be human, but never found anything.

All in all, I found varying degrees of belief, disbelief and even disdain about the Bigfoot legend. Everyone I talked to, however, was agreed in one respect.... that I must see a man named David*.

David lives in a small town a few miles away from Stevenson, Washington. I arrived at his farm early one morning in February. Cars in all states of repair were scattered about the yard. Hundreds of chickens ran about the farm, while dogs tied to posts howled. Fences which came out of nowhere and confined nothing in particular ran into the distance.

As I got out of my car, David appeared and extended his hand to greet me. He wore what I found to be his customary garb; a "safari" hat, homemade pants held together by duct tape, and a green jacket with a patch that said "Bigfoot Country." His wrinkled face was framed by a pure white beard and his skinny arms were topped by enormous, leathery hands.

David is about eighty years old, and in the time he has lived in Skamania County, he has become quite notorious for his strong belief in Bigfoot. In fact, people in town told me that he was the only person who still talked about Bigfoot. Everyone knows him; he seems to be the fabric that holds the belief together.

David seems to enjoy and encourage his reputation and asserts his role as the local "Bigfoot authority." He has brought what he claims are Bigfoot droppings and hair to the newspaper and sheriff's offices, all of which reinforce the town's opinion of him as a "Bigfoot nut."

David claims over a dozen sightings of the creature. On one occasion, he was paddling down a "river in B.C." when he saw a Bigfoot on the riverbank which he was able to observe for twenty minutes. He has seen the creatures tracks many times, and often hears its screams. David, however, has widely different opinions about Bigfoot than most "mainstream" circles.

One Bigfoot witness, quoted in Janet and Colin Bord's "Alien Animals", gave a very common description of it:

"The creature... stood fully five feet high...disproportionately broad and square at the fore shoulders, with arms of great length...The head was small compared to the rest of the creature, and appeared to be set upon its shoulders without a neck. The whole was covered with dark brown and cinnamon colored hair... (pg. 144)."

Although Bigfoot is often described as being taller than five feet, and has been reported in a variety of colors, the above is a good "average" description.

David has his own ideas about Bigfoot's physical appearance and called every single purported Bigfoot photograph that I showed him a hoax. He vehemently claims that Bigfoot only has black fur, has a severely pointed head, and never, ever smells. Other reported hair colors are either cases of mistaken identity, or Bigfoot wearing an animal skin coat, and that Bigfoot's smell may arise from the creature "passing gas."

I immediately found it interesting that David makes such wild claims. He is already separated from mainstream society because of his talk of Bigfoot, but with his "unorthodox" claims about Bigfoot's appearance, he even separates himself from mainstream Bigfoot circles where he might find acceptance. He seemed to have a need to have a personal stake in the Bigfoot phenomenon; to own it as his own.

David has a wide assortment of Bigfoot material at his farm. In his barn is a 9 1/2 foot tall, "life size" (says David) model of Bigfoot. It is covered with dark, black hair and has a triangular head. In his living room he has a large tablet filled with Bigfoot clippings and drawings.

On my second trip to visit David, I was able to look through his notebook at some length. Among the assorted articles were some of David's pastel sketches of Bigfoot, all of which had writing on them. These writings were always statements which were supposed to be from the creature itself. For example, on a drawing of Bigfoot's head are the following phrases:

"I was here first... I am real... don't pick on me little man. Throw me a fish."

David seems to reinforce his "ownership" of Bigfoot by actually attempting to step inside the creatures psyche; he thinks for Bigfoot. There are several other sketches in which David appears to be identifying with and becoming the sketch. In fact, in a local newspaper article about him, David is quoted as saying that he wears his hair long and has a beard to "identify with the creature."

At the end of a letter concerning Bigfoot, written to the Skamania Country Pioneer, David wrote the following:

"...deceiving people is not my game. I want truth and I want everyone to have it. Only the truth will make us FREE (sic)".

It was obvious to me at this point that Bigfoot was more than a mystery animal to David. He was a zealot of sorts; standing on a mountain yelling at everyone to come to the "truth"; that truth being a nine-foot tall, hairy monster.

On my third trip to visit David, I began to receive hints as to the role Bigfoot plays in his psyche.

After I arrived at his farm, David ushered me inside and immediately began talking about the environment and how people must respect it. He explained in the finest detail how to make a smokeless stove, drawing a chart and describing it's inner workings. Then came the clincher...

Bigfoot, he said, knows when campers are being ecologically aware and likes such people. He also said that Bigfoot hates guns and avoids people who carry them.

It goes without saying that, excluding the possibility of David "mind-melding" with Bigfoot, he has no way of knowing what the creature thinks about environmentally aware people. He has no way of knowing if Bigfoot is even capable of such thoughts. The creature seems to have become an outside projection of David's values. Since he "owns" Bigfoot, he can dictate its thoughts. David does not like guns; neither does Bigfoot.

I found that David's connections with Bigfoot ran even deeper, for after he finished discussing wood stoves, he began to discuss "social cycles."

According to David, humans are living in a social cycle which is ultimately self-destructive for our greed and exploitation of the environment will bring our ruin. When explaining Bigfoot's way of life, however, David spoke of a being who is closer to nature, more environmentally conscious and aware than humans; a noble savage.

The noble savage, often discussed in conjunction with Bigfoot phenomena, has been a figure in art and folk tales for many hundreds of years. Described as a man who lives in the wilds, devoid of civilization, the noble savage lives off the land and yet he does not destroy. He takes what he needs and is never greedy. Most of all, he lives in harmony with his surroundings; a commentary on our greedy, destructive society.

I saw Bigfoot as David's noble savage. David attempted to "own" the creature by describing it in his own, unorthodox way, and calling all others hoaxes. He is then able to utilize his ownership and project his fears about the downfall of civilization only a creature that may or may not be real.

I have continued to spend time with David and he is a friendly and fascinating individual. I make no judgments about the reality of his Bigfoot sightings as he was extremely sincere and I have no reasons to doubt his veracity. But, so far as David is concerned, the "real" existence of the creature is probably a moot point anyway, for it has inextricably shaped his beliefs and behavior.

*...David is not his real name.
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Lyle, Washington also has Bigfoot reports. It is not far from Stevenson. As representatives of the UFOCCI we went to a farm up above Lyle where the persons who lived there saw Bigfoot quite often. Outside their house they had huge yard lights and they would see him standing there looking at their house. In fact one evening a "Mama" Bigfoot brought her child and held it up to the windows of the house so it could see in and observe "humans". We climbed up a hill where they purportedly hung out. On our way back down we heard a loud "humph" and knew we were being observed. It didn't take long to get back to the house and safety!

THURSDAY'S CHILD

A LIFETIME OF ENCOUNTERS

2008-08-17T07:10:00.000-07:00

I remember an incident when I was about two years old. Due to my mother's illness, my paternal grandmother took my father, older sister and me to live in her house. My sister slept in my deceased grandfather's bed. I slept in my sister's bed that had ropes, to create a bed rail to confine me. On this day I was standing in bed holding on to the rope when a "playmate" came into the room.

During my childhood my family tried to convince me that the beings I saw and played with were figments of my imagination. They teased me about my invisible friends. My sister told her friends who had siblings my age about the imaginary playmates. Since I was the only one to see the creatures, I became the laughing stock of the school. I was born 12/29/40, so you can gather what the situation did to my self image and self esteem. When I was five and ten years old, I saw child psychiatrists who proclaimed me sane. I have felt that one of the Visitors was watching over and protecting me since I was five. In my fantasy dreams, I called him my "brother."

My first marriage produced a daughter. I left my first husband when our child was a year old. We moved from St. Louis to Jonesboro, Arkansas so I could get a divorce. After that, the beings' visits must have increased, as there are more frequent blank spots in my memory. At times, my daughter became difficult for my second husband and I to wake, and we both had unexplainable problems with our right nostrils. I noticed that the "holes in my memory" seemed to precede periods of unexplainable agitation. The agitation has occurred from our move to Memphis to this date. One incident that I recall in Memphis may have some relevance. On a particular morning, my daughter awoke and suddenly announced that she wanted to start a collection of owls. She had previously had no interest in them. At the time I thought it was strange.

A few months later I became fascinated with the Pyramids of Egypt. I looked for a pyramid necklace. A few years later I found a pyramid with a circle inside it, but never did find the one I really wanted. It had the pyramid inside of a square, with the circle inside of it. whenever I asked for this design I received strange looks. Now I understand the significance of it.

There were several recurrences of a nose problem. Similarly, my husband began to have the same affliction. When his persisted, he went to the doctor. One nostril was an unusual robin's egg blue. The doctor said it was strange and prescribed a medication that worked, much to the doctor's surprise. Did the visitors cause the agitation and the nose problem?

Another incident was when I woke up near dawn dripping wet with perspiration and in an uncontrollable, raw, crude, animal-like terror. In the center of my head I heard a voice say that everything was all right, and to calm down and go to sleep. I took a few deep breaths, lay back down and went to sleep until the alarm woke me. Years later my husband had a similar dream about what he described as a gun pointed just above his eyes on his forehead. He heard a similar voice. On two different occasions I woke in the middle of the night with extreme burning below my ribs and above my diaphragm. Several doses of Pepto-Bismol eased the burning, but not the diarrhea that followed.

Two years ago, the last child married and moved out. That's the next time I have a memory of visitors: My husband had left for work, and I was also preparing to leave. This is the first time I experienced a compelling urge to take a nap. As I was lying in bed, I saw a human-like figure enter the room. I felt total terror, but I felt as if I knew this entity. The feeling began to calm me down. The being seemed surprised at my reaction. It, or she, asked me why I was afraid, as it had been many years since I'd acted that way. I asked if this had happened to me often, and the answer was "Yes." I was a "chosen" one for them and the Supreme Being. It was then that I made an agreement with the creature. The deal was that it would completely answer all my questions, now and in the future; for this I would cooperate with them totally and completely. With negotiations completed, we proceeded.

The first question I asked was, "How long have you been visiting me?" The reply was both before and after I was in the womb. My sister was born in 1934, and during that pregnancy, my mother suffered with uremic toxemia. The doctor advised that mother have no more children. The entity explained that they had been seeing my mother and monitoring her pregnancy with me. They made tests on me while I was in the womb. The visitor revealed that one of the tests caused my six-week early arrival. It was not her illness, as previously thought.

Next I asked the being if they were the things that my aunts told me my mother sees. To explain, mother's sisters decided it was time I knew the truth about my mother. They thought I was old enough to understand, now that I had completed my freshman year at college. They told me about the beings that mother reportedly kept seeing, and the things they allegedly did. Could these events have caused her to lose her sanity and be hospitalized, not brain damage from the toxemia? She kept seeing those things in the hospital until she died, much to the family's dismay. Answering these questions, the being confirmed my suspicions.

One other question I remember asking was why I was told that I'm a "chosen one," and what does that mean? All I remember is something about being trained to do something for the "hierarchy" and the "Supreme One." I will know the rest "when the time comes." Who is the Supreme One? The one that we say is the All Knowing One God. As far as I know, this was not from my imagination.

When I was reading the section of your book (Whitley's book) regarding the triad, there was a voice in the center of my head. Quite simply, it said, "The triad is simple. The Saints form one side of the triad; others call them the Ascended Masters, or Spiritual Guides. We, the visitors, form another. When the Masters and the Supreme One came together, we (visitors) were the resisters. When the time comes for all of us to work together, the resisters will be involved in our work together."

What is the goal? The answer continued: "The ultimate aim of the work is to save Earth. This is part of the message that the two of you must work as a team and deliver to the people."

Unlike your experiences (Whitley's), I'm not able to obtain confirmations of mine. Everyone from my childhood is either dead or I've lost contact with them. The exceptions are my sister and two senile aunts. My aunts say that they recall nothing regarding my mother's "hallucinations." My sister says that I am the strangest thing that she recalls from those years. She says she remembers no single incident. None of my children nor my husband recall anything unusual.
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This case was excerpted from "The Communion Letters" by Whitley Strieber

THURSDAY'S CHILD

SCOTT CORRALES

2008-08-14T09:01:00.000-07:00

Pedal to the Metal: UFO Car Chases
By Scott Corrales
INEXPLICATA Journal of Hispanic UFOlogy

While we marvel at the flood of new cases (and visual evidence) that reaches us every day through a variety of websites and YouTube, it’s hard not to forget the simpler cases of the past, such as one which occurred in a summer much like this one, but thirty years ago and in a country far, far away...

It was July 24, 1978--mid-winter in South American landmass—when a cab driver picked up a fare that would change his life forever. At around 3 o’clock in the morning, Carlos Brandi,19, called for a cab to get him back to his home in Guaymallén, a community in the Argentinean province of Mendoza. As fate would have it, Aldo Nieves, scarcely older than his passenger and driving a white Peugeot 404, was dispatched to pick up the waiting passenger.

Brandi boarded the car and after exchanging the usual pleasantries, sat back in seat in silence. Nieves drove along the empty streets until they came to a crossroads near the Belgrano Train Station in the town of San Jose. Completely unaware of the importance of crossroads in the esoteric tradition, passenger and driver both noticed a white source of light moving along at an estimated altitude of 500 meters. They exchanged words as to what the nature of the light could be, and then dismissed the matter...until both noticed that the white light was shadowing them, much like a feline matching the pace of its prey.

Perhaps it was their youth, perhaps it was the excitement that the UFO phenomenon has always caused in Argentina, but the passenger made the cabbie a bold proposal: to steer toward the object to have a better view. Stranger still was that the cabbie should accept, turning off the meter and heading his Peugeot in the object’s direction. Aldo Nieves dutifully radioed this back to Leonardo Argañaraz, his dispatcher, who in turn told all his other units to rendezvous with Nieves and his passenger at the location in question, taking care to contact the authorities as well. The young driver gave a blow-by-blow account over his car radio to all the other vehicles as he approached the glowing unknown.

Meanwhile Carlos Brandi, the passenger, had his torso halfway out the window as he stared at the object, which now acquired more defined proportions and resembled “ a giant mushroom”. Suddenly inspired, the driver began flashing his lights at the unknown presence in a form of improvised semaphore, hoping to make contact. His improvised signals were more successful than he could have anticipated; as the object appeared to take notice, speeding up ahead of the taxicab and then slowing down to remain still at a distance of roughly a thousand meters. At this point, Brandi and Nieves were in a position to make out some details: the object, whose diameter was guesstimated at ten meters with a height of 5-6 meters, had a white light on its upper section and four “navigation lights” around its edge.

The craft – for it was now possible to speak of it in terms of a structured vehicle – moved side to side across the road, pausing briefly over a service station and then weaving out sight into a residential area and becoming visible again. And it was at this location – the Santa Ana district – that pedestrian onlookers became witnesses to the otherworldly presence. Two women waiting for the bus gazed skyward at the erratic object; one of them was seized by a sudden panic that made her cling to the trunk of a nearby tree and scream in terror at the unknown

But the game was afoot, and the young hunters pursued their prize with gusto. Upon reaching the road linking the villages of Corralitos and Rodeo de la Cruz, the Peugeot’s engine began to sputter. The taxicab’s headlights dimmed, then died out completely, as did the radio link to the other units and the dispatcher’s base station. Brandi and Nieves suddenly found their roles reversed – the hunters unwittingly turned into prey – as the object wheeled around towards them. Brandi opened the rear passenger door and ran out of the cab into the darkness, seeking shelter behind a nearby house. Nieves was frozen in his seat, unable to move his legs, until he managed to overcome this paralysis and desert his Peugeot, taking shelter next to his companion at a distance of some thirty meters from the car.

The craft was now in sight: seized by fear, both humans could do little else but keep their eyes riveted on the unearthly structure. Featuring large windows or portholes, the presence of occupants – tall, slender humanoid silhouettes – could be made out clearly enough for a detailed description to be made. The figures were described as hooded and wearing close-fitting garments; one of them appeared to operate some kind of instrument panel that was suspended in the air. No noise issued from the vehicle as the figures scurried around inside.

Thoughts raced furiously through Nieves’s head, as he feared harm from these presences, which looked down from above at the Peugeot “much like doctors observing a surgical procedure from the gallery above,” as he described it. But any fears that the slender, hooded figures would whisk him away to an uncertain fate were dissipated when the object pulled away into the distance. After a while, still in the clutches of terror, passenger and driver returned to the taxicab, whose engine turned over normally, but with a curious detail: the intensity of the car’s lights was so strong that the dome light burst; the lights of the car radio short-circuited as well.

Perhaps feeling a modicum of relief, the erstwhile hunters returned their attention to the craft, which was now motionless and at quite a distance. There was a flash and an explosion – perhaps a sonic boom? – and the vehicle vanished from sight. It was at this point that Nieves passed out, overcome by the sound. At this point, some of the other livery vehicles arrived at the scene, offering assistance to the unconscious driver and to Brandi, the distraught passenger. Nieves was taken to Mendoza’s General Hospital, where he awoke in such a state of nervous excitement that it became necessary to put him in restraints. The explosion and subsequent disappearance of the strange object was confirmed by three other cab drivers, the same ones who took Aldo Nieves to the hospital.

Veteran Argentinean researcher Carlos Banchs, who interviewed both witnesses and wrote a report on the case, notes that the Argentinean Air Force dismissed this case as “a mistaken observation of its nocturnal training exercises over the area.”

Calling Mr. Goodwrench

The belief that UFOs were able to cause "electromagnetic interference" (alternatively known as EM effects) on Earth goes back to the early days of the phenomenon, when it was noticed that the proximity of these unknown forms could cause car headlights to dim or turn off completely, produce radio interference and cause wide-scale blackouts in different parts of the world. Whether this effect is a deliberate test of man-made devices or a purely accidental remains unanswered, naturally.

Researchers interested in the "vehicle interference" aspect of the phenomenon believed at first that only gasoline-fueled internal combustion engines were prone to being affected by UFO electromagnetism. Then cases involving diesel engines succumbing to the proximity of an unknown object became known.

Spanish UFO researcher Vicente-Juan Ballester Olmos devotes a comprehensive chapter to EM effects in his landmark Enciclopedia de los encuentros cercanos con ovnis (Barcelona: Plaza y Janes, 1987). Ballester describes the effects produced by a UFO as following a fairly standard pattern with certain variations: engine failure followed by a dimming or darkening of headlights; diesel engines continue running but their operation becomes haphazard, stopping and starting. "It frequently becomes necessary," he observes, "to restart gasoline-fueled engines altogether [...] this succession of effects appears to correspond, at least from the theoretical standpoint, to the presence of strong ionization. This could account for failures in the electrical system by hindering the proper operation of spark plugs and draining batteries."

Endless Summer – The Marx Incident

The American love affair with the car – featured in such cinematic experiences as George Lucas’ “American Graffiti” – usually conjures up images of long hot summer nights and days, convertible coupes and sedans and young men and women enjoying each other’s company to the sounds of an AM radio. But what holds true for the silver screen often falls flat in real life, and this is certainly true for the following case.

Pennsylvania, a state with a long history of UFO sightings, boasts a vehicular persecution case that has not been widely discussed at all, and is in fact known only to a few. It involves a person known to this author and to others Pennsylvania UFO and paranormal researchers; at his own request, we have identified him with the pseudonym of "Jeff Marx" and the names of the other parties involved in his hair-raising story are aliases as well.

In June 1965, Jeff Marx and three companions--his best friend Alan and their respective girlfriends, Mary and Lily--were driving at night aboard a brand new convertible in Cranberry Township, north of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Tooling around in the warm summer evening, only a week after graduating from high school and with the prospect of the future before them, the foursome had no idea that the unknown was about to execute an unwelcome intrusion into their lives.

"I had a convertible that plays a major part in this sighting," adds Jeff Marx, "what one would call...evidence."

That evening, he recalls, he stopped by to collect his friends and they went off to enjoy a few rounds of miniature golf followed by a visit to a pizza parlor. Given the lateness of the hour, they decided to begin the return home. Alan, however, asked his friend to drive down a few country roads to partake of a bottle of beer he'd placed in the car. "I was northbound on Route 19 and I turned onto Freedom-Cryder Road. Back in 1965 it was a very rural area. You had farmhouses further down the road toward Freedom. We turned down this road about ten or twenty five minutes after ten [o'clock]."

As convertible made its way down the country road, Alan asked Jeff to pull over, since something very unusual was going on. "That light's been following us for a while," he explained, after the car had halted on the curb. "That light up there. It's getting awful close and I don't hear anything."

Jeff Marx admits that he could not hear anything either, but the size of the light in the black sky appeared to be increasing, coming toward them. "We decided to get out of there," Marx recalls, "but I couldn't get the engine started. We jumped out of the car, ran across the road into a field, and hid under a [fallen] tree. By now the object was over the car, illuminating the area. As dark as it was, I could see my car. Alan said the object reminded him of a teardrop, and to me it looked like an upside-down ice cream cone."

Nearly forty years after the events, Marx is still amazed by one particular aspect of the uncanny unknown object: "It was white hot, really bright, brighter than anything I've ever seen in my life. It wobbled and swayed back and forth. I wanted to get a better look at it, and I stood up to take a better look. Then I felt this wave of heat hit my face."

His passengers weren't as awestruck as he: Mary was on the verge of terror, shouting that they were all going to die; Alan and Lily had to pull Jeff down behind the apparent safety of the fallen tree after his effort to examine the phenomenon more closely.

"Mary was really upset," adds Marx. "It really freaked her out."

What seemed like an hour went by before the pellucid object finished its inspection of the convertible. It drifted away from the car and into the night sky, moving upward and picking up speed, vanishing out of sight in a matter of seconds. Marx remembers that the object acquired a reddish cast as it disappeared.

"We were pretty shaken by the incident," says Marx. "Another car came down the road in the opposite direction, stopped by my car and looked at it, and then sped away. I don't know if he was a witnessed to what happened, but after looking at my car, he didn't waste much time getting away from it."

Walking over to the car, the shaken teenagers tried to get back inside, only to find that the door handles were hot. Once inside, the young women in the rear remarked that the seats were warm; the same strange warmth emanated from the dashboard and the steering wheel. "The chrome strip around the windshield was so hot I couldn't even touch it--it burned my hand."

The convertible started up normally and the four witnesses to the unusual luminous phenomenon returned home in silence. "Alan and I dropped the girls off...they said they never wanted to discuss this again, and that we shouldn't say anything to anybody, since who would believe four teenagers with alcohol on their breaths," explains Marx. "Mary said she never wanted to talk about it--it didn't happen, and if anyone ever said anything, she would deny having ever been there."

Marx and his friend spoke about the incident, wondering what the light could have been. Alan replied that it could have been "something from another world." To this day, Jeff Marx has no idea or explanation to what the luminous intruder could have been.

But his experiences were not over. Not by a long shot.

"I got home feeling real warm, as though I had a temperature, but after checking with the thermometer it was normal. I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror and I looked sunburned, but it didn't hurt." His parents would ask him about the sunburn during breakfast, but Marx dismissed it as the result of driving with the convertible roof down.

"Then my dad walked," says Marx, "says: you'd better take a look at your car, something happened to it."

Thinking that the convertible could have been rear-ended during the night by a careless motorist, Marx stepped outside to inspect the damage. "I was really shocked. My car was white; the hood and the trunk lid had bubbles all over them; the chrome around the windshield was burned to a bluish color." The car's red upholstery had been faded to an orangish hue.

Taking the vehicle to an auto body repair shop, the mechanic asked if Marx had spilled acid over the car, since the paint was flaking off easily. "I didn't want to explain anything to him," notes the driver of the hapless convertible, "because he might have thought I was some sort of nut."

The automobile was sanded down, primed and painted with two coats of paint, and Jeff drove it around for a whole day. On the following day, the bubbles appeared on the paint again, resulting in two further visits to the body shop that week. "He didn't know what to make of it," says Marx, remembering the auto body mechanic's bewilderment. "he thought it might be a defect in the metal from the factory, since the paint wouldn't stay on the car. I kept the car for about two more months, then I got rid of it--I just couldn't stand being in the car."

Several months after the incident, the four experiencers got together to discuss the event, but the women balked at recalling the strange summer night. "Alan went on to become a UFO investigator," says Marx, "and also was involved with governmental cover-ups. Lily got married and moved out to the Midwest; Mary I saw about a year ago and we spoke about old times. When the sighting came up, she repeated that she didn't want to know about it, it never happened."

"That night in 1965 changed Mary, Lily, Alan and myself," Jeff Marx concludes with an unmistakable air of sadness. "Our lives would never be the same...I have a lot of questions about life on Earth as it is, as how we know it, as how we were raised to know it. I've talked to a lot of people who've had encounters with UFOs and it has changed their lives, and put questions in their minds about life on Earth. I may never know the answer, I don't know."

Jeff Marx's candid story, and his assertions about not knowing exactly what it was changed the course of his life in mid-1960's, could have been echoed a year later by other Pennsylvanian drivers who had their own brushes with the unknown.

On April 17, 1966 Anthony Matteo and John Roth, with their respective spouses, were driving along Route 422 between the communities of Sharon and New Castle in the pre-dawn hours. One of the two women became aware of what she first thought might be a "reflection" of another light source, but suddenly realized that it was an object paralleling of the car's movement down the road. The vehicle stopped on two separate occasions to confirm this suspicion. The object, whose brightness was compared to that of a spotlight, had been on the right side of the car and had later shifted to the left, always staying an estimated 1/4 of mile up in the air. This shadowing continued for a number of miles until the vehicle and its nervous occupants reached New Castle. The object then grew faint and vanished.

Two days later, four boys from Clarion, Pennsylvania, claimed that their car's radio had been subjected to interference allegedly originating from a bright light in the sky, which engaged in the rapid maneuvers for which the UFO phenomenon has become know.

The four youngsters pulled their vehicle over to get a better look at the nimble celestial object, which remained in view for some five minutes before vanishing altogether. Not unexpectedly, the radio static disappeared and the local station could now be heard normally. The most unusual feature to color their experience was that they were subjected to an unusual "rainfall" produced by the object as it hovered above them. There was no word if they or the vehicle were harmed by it.

UFO Pursuit in Spain

A UFO/automobile close encounter, which was reported by the newspaper La Voz de Galicia in November 1985, pitted a 34-year-old newspaper layout specialist who was heading home from La Coruña to his home village of Piadela. While driving along the Cecebre Reservoir, he suddenly became aware of a greenish, rectangular vehicle hovering above him in the night sky. The boxlike object descended vertically some 50 feet away from his car, causing the witness to bring his car to a halt. Quietly, the UFO flew over his car, disappearing shortly thereafter. The witness claimed to have experienced symptoms akin to hypnosis immediately after his experience.

On January 25, 1996, at during the heated days of the Galician UFO wave in northwestern Spain, Bartolomé Vázquez of the town of As Pontes, filmed a triangular UFO as two Spanish Air Force fighters pursued it. He would be treated to the sight of other strange objects in his native skies and undergo a harrowing close encounter: on one occasion, a UFO hovered directly over his vehicle while he traveled along with his wife and children. The unknown craft allegedly damaged the car's roof. Vázquez also claims that his brother had a similar encounter around the same time, but in that incident, "his car's engine died when the UFO flew over it, and all the car doors opened at once..."
Another landmark case involving vehicular interference occurred during the same UFO wave: Andrés Landeira had no idea he was about to become the star of UFO drama on the night of February 26, 1996, when he discovered that his sedan was unable to climb the steep hill which led back to his home in the city of Lugo.

Shifting gears with a perplexed expression on his features, Landeira noticed that the sedan refused to budge. It was only then that he realized that his car was rising into the air.

Panicking, he opened the door, hoping to jump to safety from whatever nameless fate awaited him, but he realized he was well over thirty feet in the air. "I held on to the steering wheel with all my might," Landeira would later tell UFO investigator Manuel Carballal, "I forced my back into the driver's seat and thought I was going to die, being taken to God knows where...Hell! I was really scared."

But the car was not spirited off into the black skies. Landeira observed that whatever had picked him up deposited him back onto the road just slightly ahead of his original position, but sideways. Aside from being badly frightened by the experience, the driver wasn't negatively affected. The only reminder of the event was the car's dashboard clock, which froze at precisely ten minutes before two o'clock in the morning.

Andrés is a "trustworthy man," in the words of his friends and neighbors, who argue that there is no reason whatsoever to believe that he is lying or otherwise dissembling.

Conclusion

In August 2008, this author spoke to “Jeff Marx” about UFO activity and research in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania and the conversation eventually drifted to Marx’s unforgettable incident in the summer of 1965 – the “endless summer” that still troubles him to this day. Not knowing the exact nature of the phenomenon – whether extra or ultraterrestrial, military or even meteorological – is only part of the equation. He feels that the strange object stole something from him -- maybe a feeling of innocence about the world, trust in government, or even his faith. In spite of the considerable dose of radiation he took from the object, leaving him as sunburned as the protagonists of Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, his health never suffered from it. Perhaps what troubles him the most forty-three years later is that he is the only one who actively remembers the incident and worries about it.

“This summer,” he told me, “I ran into one of the girls from the incident, and after we exchanged our hellos, I asked her when we were going to talk about that night. She simply stared at me and said: “That night never happened.”

There is no closure for Jeff Marx. The summer of ’65 will haunt him to the end of his days. posted by Inexplicata at 6:15 AM

THURSDAY'S CHILD

ALFRED BURTOO

2008-08-10T07:54:00.000-07:00

1983-Alfred Burtoo Abduction

By Billy Booth, About.com

Alfred Burtoo Abduction
Timothy Good

Summary: In 1983, 77-year-old Alfred Burtoo was enjoying some fishing in the Basingstoke Canal in Aldershot, Hampshire, United Kingdom. Very early on August 12, it was a nice, quiet day for his favorite pastime. Suddenly his concentration on the water was interrupted by a bright light descending from the sky. Whatever this was, it landed not too far away from Burtoo. There was a Mod base in the vicinity, and he thought maybe he had seen a helicopter land.

Two Strange Beings: Burtoo had just poured himself a cup of tea, when his dog Tiny became very nervous. Two beings suddenly appeared out of the darkness. "They were about four foot high, dressed in pale green coveralls from head to foot," Burtoo told reporters. "And they had helmets of the same color with a visor that was blacked out." The two beings beckoned for him to follow them. He obliged. "I was 77 and didn't have much to lose," he later explained.

Black, Metallic Chamber: Burtoo followed the two strange beings until they arrived at a flying saucer landed on the ground. He ascended the stairs leading up to the flying machine until he could go no further. The ceiling was too short, and he had to bend over to continue. He was now inside of a black, metallic chamber. The room had a foul smell, like decaying meat.

Seamless Construction: "I did not see any signs of nuts or bolts, nor did I see any seams where the object had been put together," he recalled. "What did interest me most of all was a shaft that rose up from the floor to the ceiling. The shaft was about four feet in circumference, and on the right-hand side stood two forms similar to those that walked along the towpath with me."

Scanned by Orange Light: The curious old fisherman was then instructed to stand underneath an orange light. This light seemed to scan his body for several minutes. "What is your age?" asked one of the beings, in a voice which sounded like "a mixture of Chinese and Russian". When he told them his age, he was told that he could go. He was told he was too old and sick for their purposes. Burtoo then walked out of the ship, down the stairs and back to this fishing spot.

Greatest Experiences : "The first thing I did... was to pick up my cold cup of tea and drink it," he recalled. "And then I heard this whining noise, just as if an electric generator was starting up, and this thing lifted up then took off at a very high speed. I got into what I had come out for-the fishing!" He would later tell newsmen that it was one of the greatest experiences of his life.

Conclusions: What are we to think about this bizarre experience of Alfred Burtoo? To my knowledge, there was no physical evidence of the crafts landing, and no marks of any kind on Burtoo. This is one of those cases that we are not able to fully validate. Burtoo was the only witness, and we have to take his word, as he was not given to making up stories, and had no reason to perpetuate a hoax. He gained nothing from his experience except being in the local papers.

THURSDAY'S CHILD

D. C. GETZ

2008-08-07T08:33:00.000-07:00

At the age of 12 a strange thing happened to me.

One night in May of 1967 - it was near 11:30 p.m. - when I was aroused by a blinding white light. I had thought at first that it was heat lightning, but the light seemed to fill my whole room.

I thought at first I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. I felt very relaxed and at peace. A strange feeling came over me, I was no longer alone in my room. I could feel the presence of something, or someone, moving around in the room.

That was all I really remember from my encounter.

That very same night I had a very detailed dream. I dreamed I was out walking somewhere and I found on the ground a 1906 Indian head penny.

When I awoke the next morning, I could remember my dream in great detail.

In the progression of that very same day, while on my paper route, I had sat down my heavy bag of papers on the first step at one of the houses I delivered to.

Well, when I reached down to pull out a paper from my bag, I saw something flat and round in a freshly tilled flower bed. After I had picked it up and wiped off the dirt, there was a 1906 Indian head penny I had only dreamed of the night before.

To this very day I can still remember the exact spot it was found.

Ever since that night of the blinding light I have had those kinds of dreams. I don’t have them all the time, just once in awhile.

I now dream of a full day’s events,, and in the same week I will find myself repeating that day in detail at work.

It is a very weird feeling to know what is going to happen before it does.

I know now that the aliens that visited me, did something to my mind.

I have heard voices at time when there was nobody around.

I have also acquired a type of cluster headaches that is very painful at times.

I had EEG’s and KAT scans and doctors say I have nothing to cause them.

From voices I have heard lately, I am to search for others like myself who have had encounters with aliens. I am to communicate with these people and record their names for future space colonies!

Those visitors that communicate with me have told me, we (meaning earthlings) are to be prepared for future evacuation of earth.

Another encounter occurred at the age of 14. A strange man walked up to me and sat down beside me at a lunch counter in a ten cent store.

The person started talking to me about UFOs: He told me that he knew that I had seen aliens in the past and that I would see more in the future. The person was holding tightly in his right hand an old, badly beaten paperback book called “Flying Saucers and the Bible.” He handed the book to me and told me to read it carefully and that its contents would open my eyes to a reality that others could not fathom.

The person patted my hand holding the tattered book and told me to hold on tightly to this book, it will help guide you toward a journey in the future.

I looked down at the book in my hand with amazing wonder then looked up to speak to him and he was gone!

After I had read through the book, I placed it among my other books and when I went back to get it to show to a friend, it was gone. It was nowhere to be found.

To this day I still search through my things hoping it will turn up.

I am hoping I might find another copy of that book through others that have had a similar encounter.

Recently I received a telepathic message from my visitors, whom I had not heard from for many years.

The message came to me while I was at work between the time of 2:30 p.m. and 4:00 p.m. The message came with sharp pains deep within my head.

I can only speculate an interpretation, but I feel my speculation will not be far wrong.

Many aliens from other worlds have made a stop on Earth to choose a human mate or companion that will soon accompany them on a journey. The journey is to that alien’s planet to mate with and begin a new race of beings to inhabit newly found planets in distant galaxies able to sustain a type of human life, because soon earth as we know it, will be no more.

Soon a great number of spacecraft will be coming to claim their new eternal companions.

Before the year 2000, two hundred thousand humans will be removed from the earth (!).

I myself have been chosen as a companion to an alien female.

A’yora is the name of the female,, her facial features remind me more so of an insect by the shape of her eyes and head. Even though her head may be different, the body is almost identical to a human, though they have longer toes and fingers and also they have a small five to six inch tail at the base of their spine.

My companion has only shown herself to me once.

My feelings toward this female were at first questionable. But now I find myself feeling compassion for this being. Her speech is foreign to my ear, but yet it translates in my mind as if it were spoken in the King’s English.

I now find myself feeling alien to my own world.

My wife has noticed changes in me, that she questions whether or not I am the same person she married.

The alien female is becoming more and more attractive to me, and my human wife less and less.

It doesn’t seem long till my life here on Earth will be wiped clean from my mind and a new life elsewhere will replace it.

I am now looking forward to my new life with my new companion.

D.C. Getz, Ashland, Ohio.
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Used by permission of Tim Beckley, UFO Universe.

TODAY'S CLOSING POEM

THE STRANGERS AMONG US
By Betsy Warner

They come in saucers both large and small
wishing to make contact, on us they call.

They mean no harm and say they come in peace,
a part of our minds, they wish to lease.

As friendly as they seem, doubts do appear,
As they contact us year after year.

What exactly is the meaning of their presence?
Of life, are they the essence?

Do they promise us things they cannot deliver?
why does their presence make us scream and shiver?

How will we know in whom we can trust?
When they arrive, The Strangers Among us.

Stay tuned for another scintillating story next time. Until then "Peace".

Thursday's Child

FROM PHANTOMS AND MONSTERS BLOG

2008-08-03T08:32:00.000-07:00

I received a correspondence today from an Irish fisherman who had an incredible close encounter. His name and specific location are being withheld for privacy and fear of ridicule. By permission, I have edited the original for comprehension reasons.

“Approximately one year ago, my mate and I went out to sea to fish at night. We left the port at 7:00 PM local time and planned to return at 9:00 AM the next morning in order to land our catch.

It was my watch at the time, around 3:00 AM, and I was sitting in the wheel house drinking some tea. My mate was in his bunk below getting some rest. We had been trawling about 2 hours and the horizon was just starting to brighten up a bit, enough that I could see the ocean surface.

As I sat watching the nets, I noticed that the seagulls that follow the boat were quiet which is unusual. It was obvious that something had spooked them. I walked out of the wheel house and looked along the side the boat and noticed a strange silhouette floating above the water surface that was moving at the same speed of the boat. When I took another look, it resembled a small human lying flat and floating. I was immediately stunned. I rushed back to the wheel house and slammed the door. I was paralyzed with fear and muttered uncontrollably.

I cautiously looked out the window and noticed the being float alongside the boat towards the bow. The navigation lights were on and I could see that the being now turned upright and was floating towards me, no more than 5 feet from the right side of the wheel house window. I just froze as this creature stared at me.

The being had an oval head, more round than most depictions of ‘greys’ in the media. It had large black oval eyes without pupils and a small mouth that looked like a frown. The skin was very pale, almost a sickly grayish white color. It was dressed in a black hooded robe that covered everything except the face. The being opened it's mouth for a few seconds then closed it again. Then it floated into the darkness and disappeared. My best estimation, the entire encounter lasted less than one minute.

This encounter has affected my life immensely. I have trouble sleeping and dream about the incident constantly. As well, I go out to sea less and less now and will probably stop soon.”

Note: This close encounter parallels one of my theories that extraterrestrials move ‘inter-dimensionally’ and don’t always need vehicles. There have been other stories of aliens showing up suddenly, though this account is definitely unique.

Thursday's Child

LETTER FROM BRENT RAYNES

2008-07-31T07:00:00.000-07:00

IN RESPONSE TO THE LAST POST ABOUT THE IRCENRRAAT

Hey my friends, this Alaskan reporter answered me back on my email today about the found missing boy and his "little people" story. I thought you'd find it of interest!

Brent

----- Original Message ----
From: "Dunham, Mike"
To: Brent Raynes
Sent: Monday, July 28, 2008 7:12:54 PM
Subject: RE: Ircenrraat

Hi Brent; I haven't followed up on the e-mail story. The boy's family isn't interested in commenting further, but others tell me he's fine. The girl would have still looked as she did 40 years ago, as I understand it. Time gets suspended, like in the supposed alien abductions. One oft-told story from Chevak involves kids who went out trick-or-treating, or the Cup'ik version thereof, and disappeared. 20 some years later, they all popped up again, still kids.

Or so goes the story.

There was a long-missing girl who may or may not have been the one the boy said he met. I was told her name by a couple of Marshall folks, but asked not to repeat it.

Lot of response on this. Several people outside Alaska have written to me about having rocks tossed in their direction by unseen hands.

Thanks for reading. MD
-----Original Messa[Mike Dunham] , ge-----

From: Brent Raynes [mailto:brentraynes@yahoo.com]
Sent: Monday, July 28, 2008 4:05 PM
To: Dunham, Mike
Subject: Ircenrraat

Dear Mr. Dunham,

I recently read this story that allegedly appeared in the Anchorage Daily News and had your byline as the author. Entitled "'Little people' e-mail zips through rural Alaska," it's a story about a boy who allegedly had been abducted by the Ircerraat (little people) of Yup'ik folklore.

If this is true, how is the boy doing, have any more details on the case emerged, and did the little girl from over 40 years ago actually still look like a regular little girl? I assume so, since it seems to read that way.

Was there a name? Was there a missing girl that might have fit his description?

Below is a copy and paste copy of the article I have, to make certain that we're on the same page, so to speak. Any response/comments you can give me will be sincerely appreciated. I've been interested in mysteries like this for some four decades.

Thank you and take good care.

Brent Raynes

THE IRCENRRAAT

2008-07-27T08:22:00.000-07:00

FROM THE ANCHORAGE DAILY NEWS

'Little people' e-mail zips through rural Alaska

MIKE DUNHAM / AROUND ALASKA

Published: May 31st, 2008 11:11 PM
Last Modified: May 31st, 2008 03:04 AM

An intriguing e-mail hit Bush Alaska in May. In it, a hunter from Marshall recounted how he found a boy alleged to have been abducted by the ircenrraat.

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Ircenrraat (singular: ircenrraq; say "irr-chin-hhak" with a harsh hh and you're getting close) are a recurring theme in traditional Yup'ik teachings and legends, "little people" who dwell in the tundra, usually underground. They disorient, discomfort and trap unwary humans.

City folk usually dismiss ircenrraat as superstition. Those who have lived in Yup'ik country for any period of time tend to be a little more inclined to listen. For one thing, the stories are persistent and often come from respectable observers. For another, when you're by yourself in the middle of nowhere, things happen that are hard to explain.

For instance, a few years back, on a very remote solo kayak trip in the lower Yukon region, I swear I heard rocks tossed in my direction by unseen hands or whatever. Big rocks. Whoosh. Plunk. Weird. A little scary -- and not particularly on target, assuming they were trying to hit me. A close inspection of the presumed point of origin showed no evidence of anything. There was nowhere for anything bigger than a squirrel to hide. I can't say it was an ircenrraaq, but neither can I absolutely refute those who suggest it was.

Yup'ik descriptions of the "little people" resemble those in widespread stories shared by many cultures around the world. A conference on such creatures is held every year in Twisp, Wash.
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Though accounts of sightings or of inexplicable events attributed to ircenrraat are common in Western Alaska, they seldom receive wide circulation outside the area.

The Internet age changed that.

I called Nick Andrew Jr. in Marshall, whose e-mail started the latest excitement. He intended it as a private message to a family member, he said, and was a little disconcerted that it got forwarded far and wide.

He confirmed the details, however, and gave me permission to use his name, requesting that I keep other names out of print.

Andrew was on a snowmachine hunting birds the evening of May 7, some distance out of town -- three hours away if you had to walk it, he estimated. Preparing to return home, he decided to check a different location on a hunch.

"Stopping to look, I saw a small boy all alone in middle of the marsh," he said.

He recognized the child as a boy from the village. "I asked him where's his dad or hunting partners? I grilled him with questions of who he was with and if he was alone. He was scared and had been crying. All his answers were 'I don't know.' "

He described the boy as "disoriented, dazed, confused and scared" with "no concept of time. He did not appear tired, nor was he hungry or thirsty."

But the lad was lucky, it seems. He was found in a spot frequented by large tundra brown bears.

Andrew took the boy home, noting that there were no footprints in the spring snow to indicate anyone had walked into the area. He found that puzzling. He counted at least 10 other snowmachiners in the neighborhood, none of whom had spotted the boy.

After getting the boy back to the village, he left his VHS radio on overnight, in case some other hunter reported a missing child. No one did.

"It wasn't until the next day that the story started emerging that he'd had what you'd call an out-of-the-ordinary experience," he told me. "He'd had some missing time, just like people who report being abducted by UFOs."

The boy said he was "brought into" Pilcher Mountain, a site often associated with ircenrraat encounters. There, he was questioned and saw other "little beings."

"He said he made contact with a little girl abducted over 40 years ago," Andrew said. "She told him who she was and she wanted help."

After that the ircenrraat decided to release the boy. "And that's when he came to, I guess, a few minutes before I found him."

Andrew maintained calm perspective about the experience. "Is this kid telling the truth?" he said, leaving the answer open-ended.

Responses to the e-mail, by the time it was forwarded to me, treated the news with gravity. "Ladies, please share with your husband/partners," read one forwarder. "Please tell your children about Ircinraqs (sic) and their deceptiveness," said another. "Thank God (he) found this little boy alive."

If you have an experience with ircenrraat that you wouldn't mind sharing, e-mail mdunham@adn.com. Confidentiality will be observed and nothing will be used without permission.

Find Mike Dunham online at adn.com/contact/mdunham or call 257-4332.

AN ABDUCTION REPORT

2008-07-24T08:13:00.000-07:00

First of all I want to respond to the last blog, THE MESSAGES. I have had numerous responses about them. The messages came from http://iwasabducted.com/forum/abductions. Some people thought they were a hoax, one thought it sounded like "Heaven's Gate", one thought they were interesting. Another thought that they were out of a book and rambled too much. Just know I only sent them to all of you for your perusal. Accept or reject, it is up to you.
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ANOTHER ABDUCTION REPORT

I'm not sure of the exact date, but I believe it was mid fall, 1973, when I had my first visitor experience. I'm sure of the time of day; it was 8:00 p.m. At that time of my life I was living a very hectic schedule. I was a young mother with two small children under four years of age, and going to college part time at night. I didn't like going out that night to do my grocery shopping, but that was the only night it could be done. I do remember that it was a cold, dark night with few stars visible in the sky. The trees were bare without their leaves. When I reached the stop sign at the end of my tract, I noticed some strange lights approaching me up in the sky, not terribly high up or really low either What was so strange was that they were pulsating, not flashing, varied in size, and making a triangle-like shape in the sky. There were three lights, red, white and green, and I believe that the green was the largest, though I couldn't be certain. I definitely remember them being different sizes. They seemed to approach me quite swiftly, and then suddenly they stopped. I became frightened. I looked to see if anybody else was out to see this, or if any car stopped to look at it. I believe only one or two cars passed in front of me. This lasted maybe for two minutes. I don't believe I lost any time. During that time I remember freezing in fear. These lights seemed to be looking right at me and the area all around me. Suddenly the triangular lights turned swiftly to the right and sped away with incredible speed. No airplane or weather balloon could have moved that fast. I just froze and had to talk myself into getting the shopping done. I rationalized that I must be seeing things. Somehow I completed my shopping, but I had this awful, cold fear the whole time I was in the store. I just wanted to get home.

When I got home I told my husband what I'd seen. He showed some surprise and concern, but not much. I know he was tired, and maybe I was seeing things. We went to bed early that night. Despite my apprehension I definitely remember not having any difficulty falling asleep that night, but I had the most amazing dream:

What I first remember is floating down my upstairs hall in a sitting position with my legs straight out in front of me. There were these little black people, about five or six of them, alongside me. They were all smiles. Their eyes were round and they had no hair. I don't remember if they had clothes on. They seemed to be all black and shiny. I felt anxious, but not very fearful. I remember feeling stiff and only moving my eyes from side to side. I thought that I was frozen with fear, but it's strange, I wasn't terrified. When we came down the stairs I could see that there were others who were swiftly roaming around the downstairs part of my house.

We have a sliding glass door off our kitchen that leads into our backyard. I don't remember if the door was open, or if we went through the window. They were taking me up a ramp, I think, into a large round spaceship. Before going on this, I saw two round spaceships on either side of the one I was entering. In 1973 we didn't have the arborvitae trees bordering either side of our property. The craft extended over into our neighbor's property. I think I should add that we've never had any problems with our backyard lawn, nor have my neighbors.

What I next remember is waking up and feeling pressure around my nose. When I opened my eyes I saw this huge white bug with enormous eyes. All I could think of was a praying mantis. I was on my back on some table looking up at this thing. I remember becoming very frightened. I don't know if I spoke or not, but those eyes looked very angry to me. In my mind, I believe, flashed "space creature." Next, I remember pleading verbally or with thoughts, I am not sure. I wanted -- no I demanded -- to know what was going on. I had to understand. I knew I was begging. Those eyes turned away from me. The visitor turned to a table to my left, then faced me again. Those eyes seemed to go right through me. What I remember next is quite interesting:

I wasn't on the table anymore. I believe I was walking, not floating. I was approaching someone amazing. I forgot to mention that I too felt that the huge white bug was female; why, I don't know! To continued: This new person or visitor was luminescent white and floated. She was showing me an underground cave. She was very gentle and kind, and was trying to soothe my fears. This may sound strange, but I was "trying to meet her halfway," so to speak. All I remember thinking was that I had to know and needed to understand. She started to walk me deeper into this cave. We passed the little black people, who were all smiles while carrying boxes, I think, from one area to the other. I had so many questions, philosophical ones I think. She was wonderful. I can't remember exactly what we discussed.

When I woke up from this "dream" I felt wonderful. It was still the middle of the night. I don't know what time it was. All I know is that I felt so loved and cherished, and that everything was harmonious and good. I forgot to mention that when I met this visitor I wondered if the huge white mantis was playing a trick on me. It crossed my mind that maybe I was seeing the Blessed Mother herself; I just don't know, but I put my fears aside.

Thursday's Child

THE MESSAGES

2008-07-20T08:13:00.000-07:00

On the "I was abducted" forum I found messages from a man that has been abducted and in contact since he was small. Now he has been instructed to send out the messages from a tall dark gray alien by the name of Zeus. After you read all these messages that have been sent out (so far), if you can make sense of them please write to me and tell me what you have ascertained. I am trying to do the same. So here goes.

MESSAGE 1 - June 29, 2008

Hello: My name is Jeff and I am an abductee. Over the years I have received messages from the grays and I am now trying to quickly get out their message so that all abductees can be in the right place next year for the withdrawal. Over the next two weeks this will be my posting place and I encourage all abductees and those interested in the final withdrawal to help me spread these messages. If you take the time to go over each message, you will find that they are valid and they will lead you to where I will be. It is finally time for the withdrawal and everything is now in place and ready. So please stay tuned for I am not trying to scare anyone. Rather, I am informing those who know what I know; that we have got to get out of here.

You can help by getting my information out to as many people studying this phenomenon as you can and as quickly as you can. This is not meant for individuals of one country but all countries. Thank you, I hope you enjoy receiving this information and I will see you at the meeting place soon.

Jeff

MESSAGE 2 - June 29, 2008

Like I said, within the next couple weeks I will b giving out the messages given to me by the Chief of the grays. But before I do this, let me give you a little bit of information about myself. In the year 1974, I was abducted by a UFO containing one gray alien which was darker gray and larger than the typical Roswell being. I did not know that I was abducted until many years after it happened.

Here is how I was abducted: My neighbor across the street came over and told my mother that she had to come out and see these strange lights in the sky. My mother followed her and I followed close behind. We were standing in the street and three bright white lights were hovering above the telephone poles. They hovered for about 5 minutes or so and then I felt very dizzy. The UFO's then zoomed off in opposite directions at a speed unimaginable. There is no way possible that they were manmade.

After this night, strange things started happening to me. I developed a large boil at the base of my skull in the back of my neck. The boil lasted about a month and disappeared. It reappears often and then disappears. At night, while I am still awake, some of the lights in my room seem to flicker on and off rapidly. Then I started hearing voices and seeing the face of the gray alien. Now after many years, I no longer hear several voices but hear only one. This is the voice of the gray which I know as the Messenger of Zeus.

This messenger told me that he was going to use me to coordinate the successful withdrawal of all of the abductees. If you seriously follow the messages given to me, you will find out that this is not a hoax. It is legitimate and the rapture is going to happen next year. Please stay tuned as I will be posting most every day for the next couple weeks. At the end of my posts, you will have the information and be in the right place at exactly the right time.

I have been asked not to release any information pertaining to certain abductees and projects. I will however, release the information given to me and offer my own personal interpretation of the information. You may interpret it differently but I believe I can help out greatly. I have received over 100 messages from the gray messenger. I will list about 15 or so of the more important ones. These are the messages that give you the information to be at the right meeting place at exactly the right time.

We are dealing with a civilization of beings that are roughly 2.2 million years ahead of humans. In this time period, the grays have mastered time travel as well as traveling vast distances of open space by what they all "fragmenting space." Fragmenting space is simply harnessing the power of blue wormholes to travel at speeds as fast as light. If you travel at 186,000 miles per second and then are able to distort time, grays can reach earth many years after leaving their home in the Perseids and still be only seconds older when they get here. Sounds like science fiction, right?? That's what they told Orville and Wilbur when they were trying to come up with the first airplane.

Now, how are people still being abducted? Where's the proof? First of all, the grays do not want most people to know that they absolutely exist. For the simple reason that it threatens space. The grays knew about humans when they were still out trying to club rabbits for a daily meal. They are not going to respond to SETI and they don't want humans to be able to time travel and reach their planets. Why? Because most people live like barbarians. Humans have advanced by conquering other humans and taking their land. Do you honestly think that if humans could reach other more pleasurable planets that they would show up and be peaceful?

Anyway, there is no proof of the grays and there will not be. As long as wars are waged on earth, population of people is increasing, and more environmental problems keep cropping up, the grays will remain as they now are. Present to some of us, ridiculed by most. I know for a fact that I was abducted. I know who has abducted me and I know the reasons. Unlike many abductees, I do not fear the grays. I respect them.

Sure, my abduction experiences are scary but you can take a negative experience and turn it into a positive. Abductees have been selectively chosen. Not to put them through hell but rather to advance human civilization. I have personally benefited greatly from being abducted. It took years but now I am better because of it. Anyway, I am apologizing for the grays if you believe that your experiences have had a negative impact on your life. That was and is not the intention.

Grays have mastered time travel and with that comes the ability to dimension surf. How can grays get into a bedroom when the house doors are locked and no UFO is visually present? It is simple for them. I will describe it within your current technology. Lock in on a GPS coordinate (our satellites have helped them) hover many miles above radar and slide in within the blink of an eye. This is the reason that sightings of UFOs are no longer necessary for some abductees.

Having said that, the messages I am giving you are related to broadcasting. The grays now have the ability to "suggestive sell." By this I mean, you have free will but if I whisper something to you, you can either accept it and restate it or ignore it. For example, say you are thinking of writing a book. While you are sitting there thinking, I come into your room and say, "How about naming it, "Field of Dreams". You think about and decide on the name. You could have chosen something else but my suggestion was pretty good so you picked it. This is how the withdrawal is going to take place.

Messenger Gray has given me many messages in the forms of riddles. He said he likes riddles because they can be interpreted different ways. The same as the Holy Bible. Some of the riddles I will post will require you to get a King James Bible. Others will not.

So let's get started! I am anxious but patient. I hope to see many people at the meeting place at the right time. If you or someone you know needs a ride or money to get there, please email me. I am selling stuff to raise money for this operation. Volunteers and helpers would be appreciated. So, here we go. Operation Jefferson!

Riddle - The Jefferson Starship!

"I am starting an Operation and we'll call it Jefferson, solve all my riddles and while you're at it, have some fun.

Jane, you're playing a game of cat and mouse and I would like to see more, for all of us will soon be leaving now think of this convenience store. This store is the date but be patient and wait. My starship is the Moondog and we won't be late!"

To solve the riddle please watch the Wedding Crashers. In this movie, pay attention to what Jane Seymour says to Owen Wilson when he is upstairs in the guest bedroom. Now listen to the song, "Jane" by the group Jefferson Starship.

In the Wedding Crashers, listen to what Owen says when he is quarterbacking at the family football game. "Red Moondog 7-11." This is the date we are leaving next year.

This concludes the message. When you are finished with all of these riddles (only fifteen or sixteen) you will understand all of them better as they all tie together and become a cohesive unit.

MESSAGE 3

Hopefully you had the time to go through the last message because now we are on to a new one. Remember, after all of these messages, you will have a better understanding of all of them. You can post these anywhere and feel free to tell anyone you like. I will assume all responsibility for the content of these posts. So here is the next message, along with my interpretation.

RIDDLE 2 - I AM CALLING ALL OF THE ANGELS

"I am calling all the angels to come aboard the train. I have a crystal ball that will reveal my name"

Some people believe that the grays are God's angels given the fact that their civilization was created many years before humans. I would agree. If you are an abductee and the aliens were grays, you are cordially invited to participate in the withdrawal. The goal is to get everyone in the same spot due to GPS coordination at exactly the right time.

To solve Riddle 2, first listen to the song, "Calling all angels" from the group Train. Then watch the move, "Throw Momma from the Train" with Billy Crystal in it. In the movie, Billy Crystal's character refers to himself as Richard Kimball who is in the movie "The Fugitive." In this riddle, the gray messenger is reaching out to all of to join our train and our train is headed towards the heavens.

I have found that my gray messenger has a great sense of humor and even when talking about grim subjects he told me not to worry and have fun until the end. Certainly, he does not want you to get rid of your mother, this riddle is all in fun and the crystal ball that he refers to is Billy Crystal which brings us to the next riddle tomorrow or the next day.

MESSAGE 4

Here is the next riddle/message:

"Just like the fugitive I am on the run, come along and join me for eternal fun, when you run into the sheriff go North on 789, head towards the friendly ghost then meet Wendy for the sign. Then we'll meet and ride a distance and we'll stop to sample chili, solve this riddle and you will know I can be silly."

I am not a fugitive and I hope that you are not either. This riddle is referring to the movie, "The Fugitive" with Harrison Ford. Watch the movie closely. The sheriff who is initially in charge of the escape investigation is Sheriff Rawlins. I am very familiar with this city and have lived there in the past for about 5 months. Whether you are coming from the west or east, stop at Rawlins, Wyoming and get yourself a good meal. I recommend Sanford's which is right downtown.

When you leave Rawlins you will head North on 789 and pass the cemetery and Bureau of Land Management building on your left. From here, it gets pretty desolate so make sure you have enough gas to drive at least 70 miles. Rawlins has plenty of gas stations. Also, make sure that you have a good supply of water. This is high desert country. It is hot during the day and usually very dry. Nights are cold.

The friendly ghost that the riddle refers to is Casper. Now watch the movie, "Casper Meets Wendy." The sign is when one of the ghosts turns into a gray alien. Listen to what he has to say. :)

More messages to follow soon. Please stay tuned.

MESSAGE 5 - Follow the Sweetwater

"Add sugar to water and it becomes sweet, when you solve this riddle you'll have the city where we'll meet. For I'm the flower in the sewer so "all hail J" meet me in my city and be prepared for a short stay."

OK, so far if you have followed the messages you are heading North on 789 in Wyoming. This message gets you to the right city. Watch both Men in Black Movies.

The alien that crashes craves sugar water which in the message is the Sweetwater River. If you turn and follow the Sweetwater River you will end up at Jeffrey City in Wyoming. This is the city where we are meeting and in the Men in Black, the flower in the sewer is "Jeffrey", the big alien.

The meeting date in Jeffrey City is 07/09/09. Jeffrey City used to be fairly large but is now like a ghost town. I believe the post office even closed down. There is one bar, that last I knew served hamburgers and fries, but there are no fast food restaurants or anything else. There is ample parking by the highway. Last year, there was no phone signal. This concludes Message #5. Message 6 will soon follow.

MESSAGE 6

Hello: By now if you have followed the riddles you have the date and city that we will be meeting at. Last year we ran a practice run and it went very smoothly. Next year, the exodus is for real. For this next message, you will need to crack out a King James Holy Bible.

Angels Get on Your Mark!

"Mark is my doctor that has a Holy Book, 1334 now take a look. My doctor's last name is a city that is along our path, this riddle adds up so you do the math."

To solve this riddle, watch K-PAX. Mark Power is the alien Prott's doctor. Now read the book Mark in the bible; book 13 verse 34. It says "commanded the porter to watch." In K-PAX, the real earth name of Prott is Robert Porter.

Now after we meet in Jeffrey City and organize, we will be leaving and along our route is Powell, Wyoming. Stay tuned as more messages are coming and the exodus gets clearer and better. Next year is for real and we will be in the right place at exactly the right time. The GPS coordinates have already been locked.

MESSAGE 7 - Get Ready for the Escape

"Remember Skywalker now use the force, his first name is a Holy Book and is a riddle of course. Think of banker hours and you'll have the right chapter and verse, for we are Castaways and when we leave, earth will get worse.

Like Tony and Tia we are planning our escape and our minds can communicate and we'll leave nothing if we're taped."

OK, this riddle refers to Luke and the chapter and verse you should look at are 9:25 since 2 can also be "to". Bankers hours are 9 - 5. Now watch the movie, "Escape from With Mountain." Tony and Tia - their last name is Castaway. And the planet they are from is the same planet that the grays are from. The planet with two stars just like Prott described in K-PAX. The actual name of the planet that we are heading to is "Perseid." This concludes Message 7.

MESSAGE 8

Today I am going to post a few messages and remember after all 16 or 17 messages are posted you will have a better understanding of all of them. Many people believe that the greys are a harmful species because of abductees telling accounts of being abducted and stuck with needles and probed and such. I would say the opposite and please hear me out.

It is true that many people who have been abducted have been subjects of medical tests. I have too. This is frightening. However, the grays have chosen these people to advance interplanetary civilizations. It is kinda like your pets (although humans are not pets). You take your dog to the vet and now the vets put chips in them so that they do not get lost. The vets give them necessary shots, etc. etc. Please remember that if an alien virus was released on earth that regular humans could not withstand, abductees have been vaccinated and can live through it. This is just one example of why we have been stuck with needles. The grays should be looked at as doctors which are helping us to survive. If you are with me so far and you are also an abductee of many yeas you probably are aware of certain things that have happened to you that have actually improved you. This process may take many years as human brains are pretty primitive in relation to the grays.

Having said that, I hope that all of you who believe that aliens exist can make it to the meeting place and beyond next year. Someone wrote me and said that they thought the final withdrawal will be in 2012. To those who believe this, definitely be at the meeting place next year and as my messages proceed, I will elaborate on 2012. All star kids and people and everyone interested in ETs are invited. However, at the meeting place should have valid ID and a Passport if you want to continue onward. Bring anything you want to the meeting place as long as it is legal and be prepared to stay for a couple days as it will take some time to finalize and organize. There are only a few hotel rooms at Jeffrey City but there is thousands of acres of public land in the vicinity for primitive camping. Make sure you have plenty of water and it does get very cold at night due to being high desert.

Gray Message/Riddle - Meet Me in the Great Outdoors!

"I will be passing out Candy and then I'll whisper in your ear, if you have a golden ticket you have nothing to fear"

To solve this riddle, watch The Great Outdoors with John Candy and Dan Aykroyd. In the movie Dan, whose character is Roman, refers to Chet (Candy) as Zeus and since we are going to meet at the meeting place and proceed on to an island with the Casino Atlantis, the reference is appropriate. At the meeting place, once again, make sure that you have valid ID. If you are coming from another country, flying into DIA, Denver International, and hopefully we will have shuttle service available but this it not guaranteed. Also, at the meeting place we hope to have portajohns available if we can obtain the money.

If you fly into DIA, proceed north to Cheyenne and then take I-80 west until you reach Rawlins and then follow the previous messages to the meeting place.

Next message will soon follow.

MESSAGE 9

I was asked not to divulge any information as to my former employers and agency affiliations so I will not post them here. However, I can state that this meeting is legal and several agencies may be aware of it. Anyone interested in diving into this in a more secretive manner I will offer this. When I lived in Rawlins, I lived in the same building and received mail for Shatner. That is all I can say. I am not Shatner and none of this mail was opened. It was returned to sender. All agents are invited to participate in this operation as this message states.

MESSAGE 9 - I am inviting Agents!

"I will meet you in the great outdoors, my wife's name is Jane. I wear a suit with dark sunglasses, Mr. Smiths my name."

This riddle refers to the movie, Mr and Mrs. Smith. In the movie both Mr. and Mrs. Smith are agents. Right near the end of the movie, they are in the great outdoors section of the store that they are shooting up. Because our meeting is totally legal, any government agent is invited to attend. This riddle also refers to the agent in the Matrix trilogy. We will soon be covering him in the next message.

MESSAGE 10

The stars are in the heavens. And as this next message will show. Those of you who believe in earth calamity 2012, we also are aware of this.

Gray Message #10 - These Riddles are the Steps to Heaven!

"Two plus zero then one plus two, this is the year that's important so here's what to do. Watch for a lady, the lady in red, for anyone can be an agent or an angel instead."

OK, now we will touch on the year 2012 and its implications. This riddle refers to the year 2012. Zero separates 2 and one plus two equals 3 which is 23. Why is this number so important? It is the year that the Mayan Indians and other tribes believe is the end of days. For more info on this topic, you can search Mayan end of days and receive a wealth of information.

Now watch the movie, Number 23. The Mayan end of days is referenced in the movie and so is the lady in red. Now watch The Matrix. The lady in red was designed as part of a training program. The lady in red then turns into Agent Smith. To finish this riddle off, you may want to watch "I am Legend" with Will Smith. Once again, 2012.

In the movie The Number 23, you will notice, The Steps to Heaven. Follow these messages as that is where we ar heading. When you come to the meeting place, please be aware that anyone present may be an agent. So, if you are a criminal or are bringing illegal items, you may be apprehended for the security of all others participating. We will visit upon this riddle again later.

This concludes my messages for Wednesday, June 25, 2008. Stay tune for the messages that will give you our escape route.

MESSAGE 11

HEAVEN IS A STRICT LAND

"I am a good shepherd, Shaggy is now my name, to honor who is on this bill, come aboard our train."

To solve this riddle watch the Shaggy Dog with Tim Allen. The shaggy dog is a sheep dog which is very good at shepherding and guarding sheep. In the movie, Grant and Strictland is the laboratory where animal research is taking place. Ulysses Grant was probably the best general ever and was Commander in Chief of the Union forces during the American Civil War. Due to his efforts, the Union won and he was honored by putting him on the fifty dollar bill.

I might add here that Grant's name refers to Odysseus. Odysseus was the Greek leader of the Trojan War. Ulysses means Odysseus but instead of being Greek is Latin.

MESSAGE 12

"Georgia is an artist, her paintings freshen up the air, on our flight we will need four, black hats they all shall wear. For it will soon happen, check out the name on the boat, we chose a city that is easy to secure and is also remote."

In this message, there are a few things to look at. Georgia is referring to artist Georgia O'Keefe, who is famous for her paintings of flowers, especially lilies. Now watch the movie, Redeye. The plane they are flying on is a Fresh Air aircraft. In the movie, the Homeland Security official that is targeted is Keefe.

Now look at the name of the boat in the water. It is named Rapture and that is what these messages are referring to. Jeffrey City is extremely remote an easily guarded if so desired. Which brings us to message 13.

MESSAGE 13

We need a transporter two take us to our plane, which should be fueled and ready sitting in Tom's last name. Your pastor knows where to go for he shares the same name, so read, "The Rapture", page 127 and be sure to join our train."

Now watch the movie, "Transporter Two". In the movie, Jefferson Billings is being targeted by terrorists who want his money. This riddle is giving you our route. We are first meeting 07/09/09 in Jeffrey City. We are then heading to Billings, MT for the airplane flight.

The pastor who is in he book, "The Rapture" by Jerry Jenkins and Tim Lahaye is Pastor Billings. The book is an interesting read. I would suggest reading it, however, this Operation is not going to go down like the book says. If people suddenly disappeared it would create total chaos.

At the meeting place, we will be organizing and heading to Billings, Mt. for our flight.

MESSAGE 14

"We will be meeting in the desert, UFO's we'll see, then it is off to Paradise and in Atlantis we will be."

To solve this message, watch the movie, The Island. In the movie, Lincoln 6 Echo with his girlfriend stop at a bar in the desert. The bartender asks them if they are into desert UFO's. Paradise in the movie is, the supposed island, but Paradise Island is for real.

Paradise Island is in the Bahamas and that is where we are heading. In Jeffrey City we will be meeting and organizing. Then we are headed to Billings, MT (Logan International) for our flight to Miami, then onto the Bahamas.

Atlantis is a large casino resort in the Bahamas.

I am going to come clean here. What is really happening? I have been chipped and am shepherding some people to where we need to be at exactly the right time. You do not need to be an abductee to participate and every nationality is encouraged to participate.

I am not going to go into details as to what is going to happen once I am out of the USA. If you really take the time to follow all of these messages, you will find them to be credible. Why do the aliens want us all in the same spot? It is to align the chips so that they are working together. Many miles now separate those that have been chipped. To bring them together means that they can be aligned and all can work as a cohesive unit. Telepathy abilities will greatly increase after this meeting.

This concludes Gray Message #14. I might add that the validity of my posts are controversial and many people are trying to stop this Operation from occurring. Please go over them yourself and think for yourself.

Message 15 will soon follow.

MESSAGE 15 - This message is top secret

"I'm in love with Vespers, this one's beautiful, I'm the dog who flocks the sheep and hopefully you wear wool."

Previously, I said I was a good shepherd. This riddle solidifies that statement and will show you where we are heading to. Watch "Casino Royale", the latest one. Pay close attention as 007 brings up Paradise Island on his computer. That is where we are heading to from Billings. Vesper is James Bond's acquaintance and lover.

Our flight pattern has us meeting at Jeffrey City, then up to Billings, MT (Logan Intl) flying with a stop at Miami, and then on to the Bahamas.

This concludes my messages for today. I will soon conclude all of my messages. I may add more right before the meeting date.

MESSAGE 16

Today I am going to conclude the messages for the Rapture event next year. By now, you know where we are meeting and the escape route. Like I said before, the grey messenger that visits me refers to himself as the Messenger of Zeus. Whether you call him Zeus, Amen-Ra, Ra. Amon, et. he is the Chief deity. For the following message, you will once again have to pull out a King James Bible.

Grey Message #16 - I Have Revealed the Fountain!

"New beginnings begin at the end, for those who are thirsty the fountain I send."

Please read Revelation 21:6 and then watch the new movie, "The Fountain." In the movie, they are attempting to find the fountain of youth, which is the Tree of Life. While searching for the fountain, they encounter Mayan Indians. Remember the year 2012? The Mayans believed this year is the end of days and by now you may agree.

It is important to note that we will be safe from what is going to happen so be sure to meet at Jeffrey City.

MESSAGE 17 - CONCLUSION

This message is the conclusion. Let me first say that if you are coming to the meeting place or would like to help out, you may contact me within the next year at exodus.soon@live.com. I will try to answer all emails about this monumental event.

Grey Message #17 - I am Always Wright!

"I am an architect, just like Frank Loyd, listen to what I say and the end you will avoid. We will buy an island, my friend Daniel is helping me, for now I am a bullfighter and you will learn where we will be."

To solve this riddle, watch "The Matrix Reloaded." When Neo meets the architect, pay close attention to what the architect says. He says that 23 people should be chosen and then everyone else will perish. Once again, the Number 23 which is the year of the end. I personally believe that more than this number will be saved though.

Now watch "The Matador" with Pierce Brosnan. In the riddle, Daniel means Danny. Julian is retiring to the Greek Isles and that is where we will be heading. The new Atlantis which is by the island Delos.

I am in need of volunteers to help this event go smoothly. Last year, the practice run went very smoothly without causing much panic. Next year is for real. If you would like to help, please email exodus_soon@live.com

We want this to be well organized and somewhat discreet to avoid last minute panic. Please feel free to let others know that you think would be interested.

What you should bring and when:

The meeting date in Jeffrey City is July 09, 2009. It may take some time to organize here, so be prepared to stay in this area for a day or so. You will need a few gallons of freshwater, and possibly a tent and camping supplies. You may bring whatever you want as long as it is legal in the state of Wyoming. Sunscreen is highly recommended as the sun will be beating down. Jeffrey City is high desert country so the days are hot (maybe up to 100) and the nights very cold (may be around freezing).

There are very limited facilities in Jeffrey City. About twenty hotel rooms but ample primitive camping space very nearby.

If you would like to be put on our mailing list to receive updates, etc. please email exodus_soon@live.com. Also, I am selling lots of toys and stuff on ebay to raise funds for this event.

If you want to attend but need a ride contact us and perhaps we can arrange it.

We will be seeing you all at the meeting place!

Jeffrey

THERE WAS EVEN MORE!

MESSAGE 18

If I were stranded on an island, a volleyball would be my friend, his name would be important and his values I'd defend. A Gust of wind can crash a plane, my name is 007. Charlie helped me get lots of funding so soon we'll establish heaven.

MESSAGE 19

Gray Message #19 - Back to the Future!

We are going Back to the future to get my almanac, but instead of sports, commodities we'll stack. So release the kraken in the Persian sea and throw your trident so all the world will see. Nettles sting like Needles now check out his address, for the sum of fears will not happen if you clean up the rest. (exodus_soon@live.com)

MESSAGE 20

Gray Message #20 - Perseus is Faithful and True!

The mother of Andromeda wants you all to know, the white witch cometh and her strain will go. For she has a sea named after her and the square miles are precise, for this number is angelic, so come on to paradise.

MESSAGE 21

Gray Message #21 - Denver is Guarded by Calypso!

If you are from another country be sure and fly into Denver, this sea goddess knows John well for he sang a song about her. Soon we will be at the world's end and this operation is not pretend. If you want to know what will happen soon, the new world order I will send.

FOOTNOTES:

He must mean John Denver and the Calypso boat. So that still goes along with the Bahamas.

Message 20 - Perseus is Faithful and True. The following explains what kraken and Perseus is all about:

There is one very interesting story in Greek Mythology about the hero named Perseus. I've heard this one in English class and I have a personal interest in Greek Mythology and was intrigued by the story. It has small information about what it looks like but is most definitely a sea monster as you may know already. (kraken) Anyway, here is the story.

It all starts in the City of Argos, King Acrisius was told of a prophesy that he would be killed by the son of his daughter, Danae. He then locked his daughter away from the world and especially men, in a bronze tower with no way of entry. Well, almost no way of entry. Great Zeus desired to lay with Danae, so in one of his greatest guises, Zeus descended upon Danae in a shower of gold. After this Danae bore a son... Perseus. Acrisius was infuriated when he heard the baby crying from the tower. He couldn't bring himself to kill the infant, so he locked Danae and the infant Perseus in a wooden chest and let it drift across the ocean. Zeus would not allow his son to die at sea, so he had Poseidon calm the ocean and drift the wooden box to safety. Danae and Perseus landed on the island Seriphos. The two were looked after by the fisherman, Dictys. Later they were taken in by the King of Seriphos, Polydectes. Polydectes eventually felt lust towards Danae, but didn't dare force himself on her as at this time Perseus was full grown and more than able of protecting his mother. Polydectes then had an idea. He sent Perseus on a quest to bring back the head of the gorgon, Medusa. To help begin his quest, Athena sent to Perseus a mystical shield and Hermes gave him an unbreakable sword.

The first thing Perseus needed was information. He then sought out the Graeae, three witches who all share one mystical eye and tooth. Perseus took these items from them and promised to return them only after he got the information he required. With the help of the Graeae, Perseus found winged sandals, a satchel to hold the head of Medusa, and the helmet of Hades which granted the wearer invisibility. With these items, Perseus made his way to the Temple of Medusa. Using the helmet and viewing Medusa through the reflection on his shield, Perseus decapitated Medusa and secured the head in his satchel.

En-route back to Seriphos, Perseus had a run in with Atlas. He used the head of Medusa and turned Atlas to stone (creating the Atlas Mountains in Africa). As he flew over the desert, blood from the head of Medusa dripped onto the sands creating deadly vipers. Also on his way, he came upon the lovely Andromeda, daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, King and Queen of Ethiopia. To receive Andromeda's hand, he first had to answer a riddle. To do this, he had to first free her from a former suitor who had been disfigured into a demonic creature living in the swamps... Calibos. Upon Perseus' return, he answered the riddle and wed Andromeda. Their wedding was without peace however. Upon the union of Perseus and Andromeda, Cassiopeia stated that Andromeda was more beautiful than the sea nymphs (Neriads). Outraged, Poseidon proclaimed that Andromeda must be offered as a sacrifice to the Kraken, or their land would be flooded and destroyed. Andromeda was then chained to the sacrificial rock for the Kraken. Perseus defeated the Kraken with the head of Medusa. He then threw the head of Medusa into the ocean and from this came Pegasus. The head of Medusa washed up on shore and was retrieved by Perseus.

With all this done, Perseus had yet a couple more issues to take care of. He returned to Seriphos only to find that Polydectes was attempting to force himself upon his mother, Danae. For the last time, Perseus used the head of Medusa and turned Polydectes to stone. After this, Perseus gave up the sandals and satchel to Hermes and the head of Medusa to Athena. Athena then fused the head of Medusa to the Aegis. His final act was to fulfill the prophesy... he returned to Argos and killed Acrisius.

With his journey finished, he finally lived in peace with his wife, Andromeda.

Check out Delos in the Cyclades Islands: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delos
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If there are any more messages I will send them on. Let me know what you make of this.

Thursday's Child

THE GIANT SHIP

2008-07-17T07:11:00.000-07:00

FROM THE BOOK, "THE CHALLENGE OF CONTACT" BY PHILIP KRAPF

A week or so ago a man called in to Coast to Coast AM and referred to the craft that Philip Krapf had spoken about. He said that the Verdant's ship was 600 stories high. Well that sounded awfully big so I got out my book by Philip titled "The Challenge of Contact" to see if I could find the description. I will relate what he said.

(This is when he was on board the ship and guided by "Gina", one of the Verdants)

We found ourselves back in the observation bubble,, my favorite place on the ship. Coincidentally, the moon had entered the first quarter a couple of days earlier, which meant that the back half and the front half -- the one facing Earth -- were both partially in light and shadow. Within a few days, Earth would be seeing a full moon while the back half where the Verdant ship was positioned would be in total darkness. Even so, due to our position and our close proximity to the moon's surface, the ship was already in total darkness, as it had been during my first time aboard.

As such, hundreds of spotlights played across the massive craft, and light from thousands of portholes shone in the darkness of space. There was a beehive of activity as scores of smaller shuttle craft entered and exited airlocks on the Goodwill. As I reported after my first tip aboard, the ship has a radius of about three-quarters of a mile, or a diameter of about a mile and a half. It has 16 decks or stories along the outer rim, which is about 200 feet thick at that point, and gradually rises to its highest point of 234 decks, or about 3,000 feet thick. In the center. After we seated ourselves in the chairs that looked out through the and its 360 degree panorama of the velvet blackness of space, Gina activated the filtering device that screened out all artificial light and allowed only the natural light of the universe to penetrate.

I thought that even if I had the 20,000-year life span of a typical Verdant, I would never get tired of drinking in the awesome and magnificent spectacle of millions of stars and galaxies shining like brilliant diamonds against the ebony backdrop of infinity. I was unexpectedly seized with the feeling that I was in a state of grace. I had a strong desire -- and felt that it was almost possible for me to do so -- to reach out into the endless void and grab a handful of stardust. It has been said that there are no atheists in foxholes, and at that moment I could actually identify with those who have related tales of profound religious experiences.

AND OVER FURTHER IN THE BOOK.....

She deactivated the filter and the giant ship flared into view again outside the bubble, lit up by the massive floodlights that played over it, the seemingly thousand glowing portholes. Without the corruption of artificial lights, the inside of the half-sphere where we had been sitting was quite dark, illuminated only by the billions of stars and galaxies to a level of perhaps one-quarter as bright as a moonlit night on Earth. But with the filter deactivated, the artificial lights emanating from the ship itself lightened the room considerably, allowing us to see each other clearly and navigate without missteps.

As we stepped down from the raised viewing platform that held the seats, Gina continued on down to the walkway that circled the room rather than heading for the door.

"You'll probably want to see this," she said.

She raised her arm at a 70-degree angle and pointed a delicately thin index finger.

"See that really bright object about 10 o'clock high"

I craned my neck to see where she was looking. The object was impossible to miss because of its brilliance. It was the brightest thing in the "sky" and stood out in dazzling domination among the millions of other points of light.

It was, in fact, an amazing spectacle.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a meteoroid, just an errant hunk of rock, or more likely iron," Gina said. "It's coming this way."

"But why is it glowing? There's no atmosphere, so it can't be burning up. It should really be invisible."

It's being burned up by an atomizer, an energy beam." She turned her finger toward the ship and said that the beam was emanating from a special port deep within the ship's superstructure. The closest that Gina could come to describing it was to compare it to what we humans know as high-powered lasers, a still-crude comparison. And unlike a laser, the beam itself was invisible.

"What's going to happen? How big is that thing, anyway? Is it going to come close to us, or hit the moon, or what?" It was a thrilling moment and a thousand questions raced through my mind.

"It's about a meter in diameter -- a yard in your measurement system -- but we can't let it hit the moon even at that size. It would cause an awfully big explosion."

The object seemed to be growing in size, and then it blinked out.

"They got it." Gina said.

"How far away was it?" I asked.

"Probably about 20 miles at its last moment. There was plenty of time to spare. It would have taken another 3 or 4 seconds to get here."

Another drifting booby trap eliminated. It's a routine procedure that goes on all the time, I was told.

"That could be used as a weapon of mass destruction! I blurted out. "You have weapons aboard this ship!"

"Listen to me carefully now. There are no weapons in space. They aren't allowed." She put great emphasis on the words.

"The atomizer is totally harmless to living organisms, both animal and vegetable," she said after a pause. "You could stand directly in front of it and it wouldn't so much as singe an eyelash. It is effective only against inanimate objects. It is a tool." She further explained that the energy ray penetrates to the very core of every atom in the targeted object. If a single living cell is detected, the beam passes harmlessly through.

"Lets say that the meteoroid contained a living bacterium inside its core," she said, "a simple one-celled animal. We would know immediately that there was life aboard when the rock or hunk of iron failed to atomize when the beam struck it."

I believed her. "What would you do then?"

"If there was time, send a shuttle craft out to snare it and bring it back to the laboratory for study," she replied. "Otherwise we would do nothing except take evasive action if we were about to be hit by it. If it was going to miss the moon, then the shuttle craft would chase it down and capture it."

Once analyzed, the rock would be crushed into harmless dust and sprinkled back into space. Larger objects, let's say the size of a modern aircraft carrier or larger, would be studied on site and then eventually catapulted toward the nearest star, where they would be consumed. And the solar system would be just a little bit safer from wandering marauders.

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Maybe some of you remember the letters I received from "Tro", purportedly an ET. One of their duties he said was to capture meteors and disintegrate them! Hmmm maybe he was real!

Thursday's Child

ABDUCTION

2008-07-13T08:15:00.000-07:00

While camping on the Arizona desert around 9:00 p.m., the subject and a friend are levitated into a 200-foot diameter, saucer-shaped UFO.

The subject finds himself and witness in a small room, paralyzed and unable to resist. Suddenly several 7-foot tall beings enter and undress them both, then take them in opposite directions down a curving hallway. The beings are ugly, with sloping shoulders, crocodile scaled skin, elephant-like feet, and hands with three fingers and a recessed thumb. Supported by two beings, the subject seems to glide rather than walk. Heavy fog or mist is everywhere.

They stop at a door with an insignia on it. There are blinking lights at the top and sides. When touched by one of the beings, the door seems to explode, and the subject moves in a very bright room. After actually walking some distance he is placed against a curving wall, from which he is unable to move. The wall lights up, and he feels pleasant.

Two of the 7-foot beings station themselves at consoles of some kind, and a third stands beside a pole on which there is a movable box with many tiny colored blinking lights, and two large intense lights. One of these large lights holds the subject's eyes in a fixed gaze; the other is apparently some sort of biological probe. The subject experiences a series of uncomfortable if painless sensations from his feet upward: he senses he is bleeding; he urinates; he feels water run from his stomach; he feels his chest opened and he thinks his heart has left his body briefly; finally his head feels "pulled" violently. Then everything stops, and shortly the lights on the box go off.

The subject senses that the intense lights on the box are connected with blinking lights which seem to traverse a clear cable leading from the moving box to the pole, and perhaps up the pole to another level.

The subject detects a distinct unpleasant odor. Then from across the room out of the fog comes a 9-foot being, like the others only larger. He approaches the subject, who is frightened but calms suddenly when the being places his huge hand on the subject's head. The 9-footer apparently communicates telepathically with the subject, without moving his mouth. A message is communicated to the subject. Then the subject experiences an out-of-the body trip.

The message is a combination of vague philosophical statements, general information about the aliens' origin and purpose, and a promise that they will return. The aliens seem to the subject to be clones of a central host intelligence in the form of a vast on-board computer. The host once had humanoid form, but now can either inhabit the computer or materialize as a humanoid. There is a large lab on the second floor of the UFO where young clones are grown in cylinders. The ship is "checking the original biological plantation" on earth.

The subject's telepathic trip is through future time to the aliens' home, a harsh, purplish world, domed, with two suns. However rugged its geography, the subject senses that it is a very happy place.

On the way to the aliens' home, the subject views earth during a future war -- bright flashes apparently signify total atomic destruction (Dates given for this "doomsday" range from April 3, 1985 to December 24, 2011, but settle on June 7, 1985 at high noon exactly.) (What happened on that day??)

The subject is taken from the wall and returned down the curving hall to the small room where he meets his friend, who looks weak and ashen. They dress and then are floated to the ground. They stumble around in the darkness until they find their camp. About two hours has passed. Neither remembers what has happened, but, frightened and disorientated, they frantically throw all their gear into their truck and race home.

This took place on March 14, 1971

THOMAS RICHARDS

2008-07-10T07:45:00.000-07:00

Recently Tom Richards called in to Coast to Coast am. He lives in the Seattle, Washington area. Retired from the Boeing Company, he has always been interested in airplanes. He worked in the "wind tunnel" at Boeing before he retired.

His claim to fame is his contact with extraterrestrials. He has a workshop where he works on different things, like he has a jet plane he has invented, a hawk that flies, etc. He has pieces of airplanes all over his workshop.

I ordered his DVD called "Aliens in My Toyshop". Most of it was about his inventions but he finally got around to telling about his contact with the ETs. There were a few significant things he told that I hadn't heard before. One is that the eyes, are not eyes at all. The big black coverings are virtual reality lenses and they see 1/4 second ahead in time.

Tom had built models of the aliens. There were four ETs that visited him. However, even though they look alike he felt they were like tourists because they would ask the same questions as the previous ones, therefore he believes it is a new group each time. He has had 34 visits so far from the ETs. They are as tall as him, have white heads and a one piece covering down and over their feet. He said the material is like T-shirt material and it covers their faces so that they do not pick up bacteria while here or give us germs. They have a stripe around the waist. The main one had a different colored stripe which depicted rank. It is repeated around the neck. He also had a white belt around his middle. These are their military uniforms. Their hands and 4 fingers are very long.

Tom said they told him that before they can fly their craft they were aviators. That is why they were interested in his jet airplane he has invented. They would ask him what he was doing and he would tell them. Then he asked them how their craft flew. They put a picture in his head of flip charts, like on a a tripod, and the pages went zip zip zip by so fast he could hardly see it. He felt with hypnosis perhaps he could draw what he had seen but he hasn't tried that yet.

They enjoyed looking at his tools. They would pick them up and go ahead in time and examine them then after two minutes they would bring them back and put them down in another place, which drove him crazy!

The ETs told him they had lost their history. That is why they were so interested in what he was doing because it was like their prehistoric history. They cannot volunteer information because they have a rule that they cannot upset the culture. Sometimes after they ask him things he sneaks in a question and they answer it. Everything he is doing is new to them.

One time he asked if he could go for a ride and see where they came from. They said yes. Next thing you know he was on this huge mother ship which took five minutes to get there from here. From there he was placed in this power unit that was turned on which compressed time and gravity. You drift across this field and when they turn it off instantaneously they were on their planet which is 28 light years away. They did not let him see anything on the way to the mother ship but when they got to the planet he was able to see the surrounding area which was pristine with green grass. It looked like golf courses, forests and parks. There were ramps shaped like circular mounds and the little craft they use were parked on a ramp that went around and around the mound. This was like a parking garage to them.

The ETs do everything under ground. That is where they live and work. He said they come from an area around Zeta Reticuli in the Draco constellation. He is not afraid of them at all. They told him they have always come to earth.

One reason that they can disappear before your eyes is that they are 1/4 second in time ahead of what would be our normal time. The leader had a black box on his side and if they felt threatened he would touch it and they would go ahead in time so that they disappeared immediately. That was new too to what I have heard before. The first time they came one stayed in the yard, 3 in line were coming into his shop with the main one in front. He saw them and he heard them shout in his head, "He sees us!" The main one reached down and twisted something on the little black box on his belt and they were all gone. They had gone ahead in time. He said that they cannot be shot or hurt because going ahead in time they are not there.

I thought it was interesting that they can only stay a minute and a half. He hears them beeping in his ear and he knows when they are coming back.

They must have put an implant in his head sometime or other, because he said the way they are able to communicate with him was by an implant in his head that it is artificially alive. He thinks his answers or questions, it goes back to the main guy and the rest hear it. He then interprets it into English and sends back the answer! Hope I have that correct.

Tom has written a book which will be coming out soon. It tells about his contact with the ETs.

The DVD was very short but I enjoyed it. He had a good sense of humor which made it more enjoyable.

For more information go to aliensinmytoyshop.com

Thursday's Child

THE ABDUCTION OF DONAVON MASTERS

2008-07-06T06:58:00.000-07:00

The South Carolina man was taken by a group of ETs to an underground lab where a series of bizarre experiments were conducted on him. A small "tattoo" was even placed at the base of the abductee's back.

This article was in "UFO UNIVERSE" and I have put it on the blog as a follow up to the last article by Ed Conroy because it is intimated that the underground lab was in or near Dulce, NM. It involves Christa Tilton and Donavon Masters and they are the authors of the article. (Used by permission of Tim Beckley)

On the morning of October 12, 1980, at approximately 3:30 a.m. i, Donavon Masters, received a call from a man who had a well-publicized sighting in the area in which I lived at the time. South Carolina was becoming well known for its UFO sightings and contacts. Interested, I had gone to speak with him earlier about his sighting. The call went something like this: "Donavon, there is a strange light in the sky and it's headed your way! Would you mind going outside to see if you can see it?" I assured him that I would and I hung up the phone, wiped the sleep from my eyes, got dressed and went outdoors.

After a few minutes I spotted a strange object headed in my direction. At this point it was rather small and difficult to see through the trees, so I decided to get in the car and drive to a better location. I kept my eyes on the object so much that I drove the car off the road a couple of times.

As the object got closer, it also got bigger. I had reached the intersection in the road so I stopped the car and got out, watching this object as it came closer and closer. Then it stopped right across the highway in front of me. There it was -- a brilliant white light the size of a grapefruit just hanging there in the Eastern sky.

I was totally mesmerized by a feeling of warm security which words cannot easily convey. There was this feeling of an electrical charge or tingling sensation, which flowed in waves from the top of my head throughout my entire body to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was as though time stood still; there was no perception of time.

As I watched the object, I noticed a very small white light that blinked constantly. It was then that I spotted two more objects out of the corner of my right eye. They were smaller and revolved with red and white lights. The erratic movements were like a penny falling to the ground. One flew from my right to the top of the larger object, the other to the bottom, simultaneously. They both lined up with the larger object in a vertical fashion. It appeared that they were being drawn to the larger light. There was absolutely no sound coming from any of them!

It was then that I decided that I had better come to my senses and drive back to the house. Basically, I wanted to grab my camera in case I saw them once again. Unfortunately, upon my return, the objects were gone.

GOVERNMENT INTERFERENCE

In February of 1980 this incident took place. My wife was in a town abut seven miles from where we lived. She was approached by a strange looking man on the street. The following conversation ensued:

Stranger: "You are married to Donavon Masters, aren't you?"
Wife: "Yes."
Stranger: "Has he ever told you of his belief that he is a being from another planet or world?"
Wife: "Yes, as a matter of act, he has. How did you know?"
Stranger: "That is of no consequence. You think he is crazy, don't you?"
Wife: "Well, maybe not crazy, but perhaps he has a screw loose."

He went on to tell her many things about Donavon Masters that only I would know. "As for the belief that I'm from another planet, until now I had only told my mother and wife, for fear of ridicule. Well,the last statement the stranger made was this: "Your husband is not crazy. Although most of the beings of your world cannot comprehend nor understand such intelligence, because of the high standards they have set for themselves. Please tell him that when the time for him is right, he will know everything."

With that statement, the stranger turned and then walked away, leaving my wife very perplexed. Neither my wife nor I have seen him since.

When she came home and told me about the events that had just transpired, needless to say, I was amazed! I had mixed feelings. On one hand I was asking myself who was this mysterious stranger? On the other hand, I really felt good about the confirmation of a belief I have held all my life.

VIEWING CHRISTA UNDERGROUND

The following is, I feel a very real experience, which I believe ties in with the experiences of Christa Tilton.

Three of my friends and I were taken to what I perceived to be some type of underground installation or UFO base. I say "friends" because that is how I perceived them, although I had not met them at the time. I remember feeling as though I had been drugged, as if everything was kind of going in slow motion. We were placed on and strapped to a conveyor belt by our wrists and ankles. The conveyor was activated and as it began to move, our bodies were passed through blocks of pure intense light. These blocks of light (perhaps laser scanning devices) were either green or blue in color. At each block there was what I perceived to be a robot controller. They also were either blue or green in color. Their color corresponded to the color of the light in front of which they stood. The robots were in human form, but with no distinguishable human characteristics. Along the wall in the first room were barrels of some substance which had a very pungent odor. These barrels were stacked one on top of the other.

Suddenly we were on a different conveyor belt or at the end of the first one. As the belt moved around a circular console, it stopped. There were two men, human in form and characteristics, seated at the console. One assisted the other. One of them picked up what I thought was a razor and shaved an area on my back left side, just below the waist line. I remember the spot bled considerably. I was released and then I observed them carrying out the same procedure on my friends. I remember thinking over and over, "What is happening to me?" Then I heard a reply from one of the aliens. "You have just been implanted with your government control extension number." I remember looking into a mirror and looking at the area that bled. The number "04" was there.

In a very upset manner I turned to a woman in a uniform and exclaimed, "You can't do this to me!" Incidentally, all the personnel in this facility wore uniforms. I then ran back to the console where they allowed me to leave. By that time, my friends had been released also. I hurriedly told them what I had discovered what was happening to us. As I was speaking, the two men at the console were gathering materials in a great hurry, in what seemed to me like an attempt to escape. In particular, I remember the man that had implanted the number on me had a computer print-out list. He protected that list with his life as my friends and I ran after him and another humanoid. They escaped through a set of double doors.

This is what is strange.... that during the time I was there I sincerely believe I saw Christa Tilton in this same facility. I also do not think it was our first meeting.

Like Christa, I also have been plagued by intense, repetitive drams of meetings and communications with what appear to be non-human, other-worldly beings. I am also continually frustrated by my inability to learn the truth about my experiences. Also, like Christa, I suffer from insomnia and the fear of what might happen if I fall asleep. I believe that I have been abducted countless times and it was one of those vivid times when I am sure I saw Christa aboard a craft.

I remember walking around a circular corridor, just sort of checking things out unattended when I came upon an open door. I walked just inside the door and there she was, just lying there on what seemed to be an examination table. She was surrounded by light grey alien beings, 1/2 to 4 feet tall. They were wearing what looked like close-fitting coveralls, almost like a second skin. I was then told telepathically that I was not to enter that area nor to ever contact her. I was not only asked to leave, but also escorted out of the room and down the corridor. At that very moment things became very hazy and I fainted. That is all I can recall from this experience.

I believe that the grey aliens are perhaps a cross between biological and superior electronics or cyborgs. As for the human-looking aliens, I believe that we are direct descendants of them,, seeded here on Earth hundreds of thousands of years ago by space travelers from other worlds like ours. These two passages from the Bible are called to mind at this point: Genesis 6:2 "That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose." Also verse four: "There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that,when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown."

Not only do I believe that these passages are the very crux of the abduction experience, but also a very real explanation for the reason behind Christa's continued abductions. I further believe that thousands of abductees have very important parts in the ushering in of the "Golden Age of the Millennium" or the "Age of Reason." These are spiritual teachings taught to me by our space brothers in a higher dimension of reality. Although, Christa and myself are not alone, I suggest that there are thousands out there like ourselves, perhaps afraid to seek out help and a better understanding of their experiences because of the ignorance or lack of knowledge concerning this vast, exotic subject. They are like the ostrich who stick their heads in the sand because they are afraid to question their own fates.

CORRELATION TO THE DULCE ABDUCTION AND MARCH 1987 EXPERIENCE

Much of what Donavon saw underground cannot be discussed here for some of what happened remains too painful for him to speak about. In the April/May UFO Universe, I detailed my numerous experiences which took place in an underground UFO base located under the community of Dulce, New Mexico. I saw an array of conveyor systems in this underground facility and at every checkpoint there was a computer console. Also, Donavon saw what he could only call "a computerized elevator," which correlates with the magnetic elevator I was taken on. There is also the matter of the pungent smell when he came close to the large barrels.

We both saw human entities and small grey aliens working in the same area. What the purpose is for them to be working side by side; researchers still have found no answers to this enigma.

What is unfortunate is that Donavon's marriage broke up because of his obsession in finding out what had transpired. I too, have loved and lost because of my obsession with what really happened to me.

For the most part, the aliens seem oblivious to our emotions. Can you imagine how horrifying it must have been for Donavon to be shackled down to this conveyor system and actually feel the tattoo being embedded into his side? The tattoo is apparently only visible under some special type of lighting the aliens have. It brings to my mind our branding and tagging of animals to track them. This is exactly what I believe happened to Donavon Masters.

Donavon has had other abductions, but this one particularly stood out in his mind because he recognized me as being on board and he felt helpless because he wanted to try and assist my escape.

Another interesting aspect to this experience for Donavon is the fact that the people he labeled his "friends" were all of a different culture. He remembered being especially close to a black man who was also experiencing the same tattoo. They both were angry because they had no control over the situation.

But there have been certain negative aspects to this encounter, overall these experiences have had a positive impact on Donavon's life. In many ways, he feels different and special.

On March 30/31, 1987, I had a strange abduction south of Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I was taken on board a UFO and given another physical examination. I remember looking to the left and seeing a young blond man just standing there with tears in his eyes. I telepathically heard the head alien tell the man to leave immediately. I have to wonder, "could that young man have been Donavon?"

Donavon sent me some of his medical records in which it stated that there was some type of strange object found under his skin. It still haunts him to this day.

I have to wonder just how many of us have had similar experiences and have never reported them to anyone? Maybe sharing the experiences will help all of us. I know it helps me!

THE NEVER ENDING STORY

It would be nice if Donavon's experiences ended here, but unfortunately -- for him -- they did not. Soon after he reported seeing objects in the sky and this strange man approached his wife asking far too personal questions, Donavon began noticing a black car driving around the trailer park he owned. This man poses as a man working in conjunction with the government and even began scaring the neighbors. No one knew who this man was or where he really came from. In a small town like Liberty, South Carolina, everyone knows what is going on with all their residents. He never approached Donavon, but would park across the road in his black car and just sit there for hours.

Scared and confused, this is when Donavon contacted me at researcher Wendelle Steven's home. I tried to comfort him, but it is difficult when you truly feel your life is in danger. Then mysterious, unmarked, black helicopters began flying low over the trailer park. Donavon felt they were of government origin, but could not be certain. Donavon began to feel weak and his health deteriorated during the next few months. I received a letter from him the other day which bordered on the bizarre. It was as if Donavon was not writing the letter, but I knew it was his handwriting. He had never come across as being overly religious in any sense, but the letter was quite the opposite. Maybe this is Donavon's way of dealing with his experiences. I know I have a closer relationship with God because of my experiences. But again, men-in-black activity haunted him for quite some time. It is too bad that more has not been written on the subject of these strange MIB. More investigating is certainly required if we are to understand and help the victims of unwanted harassment by the strong arm of some unknown agency.

POSSIBLE GENETIC TAMPERING

When first interviewing a man about his alien examinations I always try to allow them to tell me "all" the story. Sometimes, for a man revealing things of a sexual nature to a woman he has never met can be quite disconcerting. So I spoke to Donavon on many occasions before he ever mentioned the possibility of genetic tampering with him.

This reminds me of the case of Jocelino de Mattos from Maringa, Brazil. Jocelino was taken to an exam room inside a UFO and laid down on a table. The beings examined him, taking sperm samples with a tubular device and placing the specimen in a clear package. Later, Jocelino and his brother Roberto had sexual relations with two of the beings on board the craft.

For Donavon, I believe, something such as this may have happened to him and it is being suppressed by his subconscious. Donavon has often showed interest in trying hypnosis, but in the years gone by, I believe the thought is jut too painful for him to dredge up at this point.

At some stage, I believe there was some speculation on Donavon's part that he and I could possibly be lined in such a way. I try to play this down because even thought it could be humanly possible, it would be hard to prove that both Donavon and myself were on the same craft or in the same underground facility at the time this happened to him. For now, Donavon is happily living alone. His wife divorced him right after these strange events and Donavon has chosen not to marry again. He seems happy and has not had any events occur recently, although the aliens have been known to wait for years before contacting their subject again. I believe the tattoo might be the answer to many of our questions.

The puzzle of the underground facility still remains. At the time Donovan reported his experience to me, he had not read any material on the underground experiences of others. I think that many of us here on Earth are herded up like cattle and maybe given some type of invisible implant underneath our skin in the form of a number. In Donavon's case he had only one implanted if true. But, in my case and in many other instances, we remember numerous implants placed in many areas of our bodies. What do these implants do for the aliens? What do they do for us? The study will continue and there will be many more like Donavon who have these encounters with beings from another world.

We are being manipulated by some force outside of our realm of understanding. Maybe by reporting more stories such as Donavon's we can place the pieces of the puzzle together. The best we can do for now is give support to our friends who do not understand. An update may be warranted in the future, but let us hope Donavon will be left in peace. For this is all we want here on Earth anyway, PEACE.
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Donavan's real name is Samuel Paul Holcombe. This is an update dated 2005 from his web site.

One of the more recent inexplicable events is as follows, September 28, 2005. I left my friends house driving home at 11:00 pm. As I was approaching a road side park which is 4.4 miles from my friends house I was thinking that I needed to stop by my post office box and pick up my mail. That was my last conscious recallable memory until I was standing in my bedroom with a nose bleed and my friends truck was parked behind my house, I looked at the clock, it was 1:30 am. I was feeling as though I had been drugged and went straight to bed. The following morning I didn't wake up until 11:30 am, still feeling as though I had been drugged, that feeling lasted for about three hours after I awoke, and my legs were weak and unsteady. It is 4.4 miles from my friends house to the aforementioned roadside park and 5.3 miles from that park to my home. A trip distance of 9.7 miles which would have normally taken no longer than 20 minutes lasted for more than two and one half hours, with absolutely no recall of what happened from the roadside park to my home. Consequently, I never did stop at the post office to pick up my mail that night.

Thursday's Child