Sunday, June 29, 2008


Now that the new crop circles are showing up it is a good time to read this report again. It was printed in on November 14, 2005.

Thank you Albert Rosales for sending this most interesting report!

Location. Alton Barnes, Wiltshire, England
Date: early August 1994 Time: 1600

The primary witness, 53-year old Jenny, a retired teacher and a friend, 26-year old Steve were traveling in their work van representing a Gourmet food company when they came over the top of the hill by East Field and immediately saw crop circles. The crop circles in the golden wheat were a beautiful sight that neither witness had seen before. They pulled into a farmer’s track at the side of the hill and drove up to the edge of the tram lines for a better look.

They both immediately noticed six very tall figures in the nearest crop circle. The figures appeared to be wearing hooded cowls and appeared to be purposefully moving around in the circle. The witnesses were fascinated because the people were moving around the circle with their arms high above their heads and they appeared to be all moving in a rhythmic way. They were moving from the center of the circle to the outer circumference.

Jokingly Jenny exclaimed, “Oh look we’ve caught them, they must have just made it.” At this stage the figures were about a quarter of a mile away. Jenny decided to stay in the van and wait for the strangers since they had to walk right by them when they left the field by the tram line. The six figures walked up the tram line. The figures were all over six feet tall. The two male figures among the group of six were wearing their hooded cowls up even though it wasn’t raining. The high hooded cowl worn by each of the figure resembled in profile the shape made by a penguin with its head down. These men also wore long brown capes down to ground level. The hooded cowls revealed these two males to have very large blue eyes, very high cheekbones and long pallid faces. The four females all had the same identical blond hair and very large faces. All their hair had been cut in a medieval Pageboy style, to shoulder length and parted in the center. All of them had blue eyes. Two of the females wore green cowls, and the two others wore one red and one yellow cowl. The colors of the textiles were muted and matt in color. The females had more oval faces and deep-set eyes than the males, however, they all looked so near identical it was uncanny. The females had all let their hoods down, to rest elegantly upon their shoulders, revealing their fine blond hair. What was most noticeable was their eyes, they remained both limpid and expressionless throughout. They appeared almost resigned, a grave expressionless air emanated from them that made the witnesses uneasy.

One of the females had crimped hair and a straight fringe. It was this person that came forward to Jenny at first as she passed by them, the others gathered around on her side of the van. She felt compelled to stay in the van. As she looked at the strangers she saw no limbs other than their booted feet, their bodies remaining completely covered.

Jenny spoke through the van window to the first female as she approached her, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye she said, “Are they freshly made?” The woman answered, “Oh yes they are freshly made”, in a part Germanic and part Dutch accent. In awe, Jenny asked, “Ah, have you seen these before?” “Oh yes!” was the replied. “Where are you from? Asked Jenny, while she thought in her head that they were not of this world. The surprising answer was, “We are from Holland,” said the blond female. Jenny then asked the woman if they had seen crop circles in Holland and they reply was in the affirmative. Jenny then asked, “Why do circles only seem to appear in cereal crops?” She was told that circles and patterns appear in vegetables, in cabbages, and spinach, circles in the trees, in the sand and in the ice. Jenny received no reply when she asked how had they arrived in Alton Barnes. She then asked the group what were they doing in the field. They each replied randomly from where they stood, “We are testing the circles for vibrations,” “We were dowsing with metal rods,” “We could feel the energy under our feet,” “They have just been made,” “We make a study of these circles.”

Although the strangers said they had dowsing rods they were not in evidence. Jenny then asked, “What happens when dowsing rods are used?” The answer was, “When they are held in front, the rods violently swing in opposite directions. The left to the left and the right to the right.”

At this point two of the other females had just gone, Jenny checked for them in the wing mirrors, but could not see a trace of them. The woman with the crimped hair now appeared to dig her still covered arm deep inside her cape. “I have something to show you,” She told Jenny. Jenny put her hand out of the van window pinching her finger and thumb in anticipation to pick up whatever she was about to receive. “No, open your palm,” came the reply. She obediently opened her hand revealing her palm. Quickly the stranger’s hand darted out of her sleeve as she pulled something out from within her cloak. It was a very rapid darting movement, but in that time she noticed that the fingers were extremely long and without an obvious thumb.

A piece of metal about twice the size of the British 50 pence piece now lay on Jenny’s palm. It was about a quarter of an inch thick. It fitted close to her skin, almost as if the metal had something, soft and molten about it. This was the rounded side underneath the object. The metal looked like new pewter, and the shape tapered at one end. The top surface had hundreds of little facets cut like diamonds. On top of this, there was a little cut motif. It was rather like the shape of a fern leaf but with fractal like detail similar to that found but with ice on a frozen windowpane. There were also many tiny holes, similar to the tiny holes found in an old piece of driftwood. It was beautiful and Jenny looked at the strange object for two minutes without saying anything. She gave it to Steve so he could hold it and he exclaimed how light it was. Jenny turned to the female at the window and went to plant the object where she expected her hand to be, but was told, “Put out your hand out flat.” Again her hand without a visible thumb shot out rapidly and took the object back. Jenny was told that they had found the object in a crop circle in Holland and that scientists had examined it and said that it was not from the Earth, that it came from outer space.

“We must go now”, said the woman as she began to move behind the van with the other remaining female. Again Jenny looked back and they did not go up the path and they did not go up the bank. They just vanished. Now the two male hooded figures remained behind, which up to now had been quietly watching the witnesses. They then stepped forward silently. Jenny turned to them and said, “Well what do you think this all means then?” Again came a reply in heavy Dutch German accents, and once more the men took it in turns to speak. They looked like twins and sounded the same.

“They are trying to tell us something, we will not listen.” Jenny questioned them on their statement. They each answered again in turns, “Earth’s resources are finite.” “We must stop pillaging the earth,” “We must stop exploiting each other and stop killing each other or God will be very angry.” Then one of them said, “Did you know that the DNA of the wheat that has been flattened is different from the wheat that is standing next to it?” Jenny told the men that she had heard that before, they seemed surprised at this. Then they said, “we must go now.” Then they proceeded to pass the van and with a step toward the road they vanished. They disappeared just like the others. Both witnesses then proceeded to explore the crop circles; they found blackened sections in the center of the circles.

HC addendum
Source: Harry Challenger, FSR

Comments: A clear-cut case, apparently directly connecting crop circle activity with “alien” humanoids. The cloaked or hooded humanoids have been reported frequently in different parts of the world.

Thursday, June 26, 2008



I can't say I was never a believer in UFOs: I just never though about them much. Little did I realize that not only are these things real, but there are people on board them! And these people apparently will stop at nothing to get what they want. I know this sounds crazy and confused. Maybe I had better start at the beginning.

When my husband died about five years ago, I accepted the kind offer of one of my daughters and her husband to live with them. I have five daughters; two in California, two in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I was very happy to stay in Albuquerque with my daughter Rita and her husband Ed. They were very happily married and had two beautiful boys, John and Jimmy. It seemed as if nothing could be nicer.

But in the summer of 1975 my daughter started acting really strange and preoccupied. I thought that she might be having problems with Ed, so I didn't stick my nose in. But that wasn't the problem at all! All of a sudden, all she could talk about were UFOs! We had been having a lot of sightings then, yet it was more than that. She believed they were trying to contact her!

Of course I kidded her about such nonsense. I told her it was her imagination and there were no occupants in UFOs, because there was no such thing as a UFO. She wouldn't listen, though. In fact, I remember once at a church meeting when she almost had me believing in them. After the meeting she introduced me to a man named Powle Regg. He acted very peculiar, to say the least. He talked very softly, and when he looked at me I became so stiff I couldn't move!

I am not a drinker. At church I am known for my "Shirley Temple" drinks of fruit juice I make for everyone so there will be no alcoholic drinking at our outings. What that man did to me just by gazing at me really happened and scared the daylights out of me. After meeting Mr. Regg I told my daughter to stop being around such people. I told her I thought they were evil.

But it was too late. She became more and more preoccupied with UFOs and her psychic contact with them. She became very ill and used the attention of her family to convert them into believers in the UFO contacts. I remember one evening when she was lying in bed and suddenly started screaming in pain. I ran in to see what I could do and saw her holding her forehead. She said one of the spacemen had been to see her and had touched her on the head. When I looked at her I saw a hideous burn on her forehead. It was not like a cigarette burn or any other burn I had ever seen. It looked like the impression of a man's finger!

She told her family that Aaron, her "space father," had visited her, and the whole family believed her wild story. Soon afterward her son John, who was only 12 years old, fell very ill with a sharp pain in his side and we rushed him to the hospital. The doctors told us they couldn't classify his blood, but otherwise there was nothing physically wrong with him. They kept him for observation. The next few days were like hell to me, as the whole family seemed very distant and strange. Finally the doctors called and insisted that we remove John from the hospital because he was ordering the nurses around! "Go and get me a hot fudge sundae," he would say, and they couldn't help obeying him. This was too much for me. I had to move out of that house. I got an apartment in town away from the family I once loved so dearly.

Then one day my daughter came bursting into my apartment saying that four men in black were trying to capture her! I tried to calm her, but she was hysterical. Before my eyes she grabbed her head, and when she removed her hands there was that same peculiar burn on her forehead. Suddenly she was at ease and said that Aaron had come to protect her -- he had touched her forehead! I pleaded with her to stop such nonsense, but she only said she was sorry I could not go with her to another world that was better than our own. She said she would be leaving soon with her space father Aaron and her space mother Ena Eta. It was all too much for me and I ordered her to leave my apartment.

Now I am so ashamed of the way I acted. I should have listened to her and helped her somehow. After that episode I went to her home to try to help somehow. But when I arrived there was absolutely no one around! All the clothes and food were there but the family was gone. I was really scared! I went to the police, who said my daughter and her family probably just went on a trip without telling me.

In all, seven people are missing: my daughter Rita, 37; her husband, 39; their sons, aged 12 and 18, and three of their friends -- Ray Sieber, Faith Sieber and Della Sutherly, all in their 40s.

I am now afraid to think about what really might have happened to them. And I am afraid for myself, too. A few weeks ago there was a shiny black limousine parked in front of my house for over five hours. I noticed it because it looked so unbelievably new and shiny. Inside were four men, all dressed in black, and they looked like carbon copies of each other. Even their faces were exactly alike!

I don't know, maybe I am going crazy. I am afraid for my daughter and her family; I am afraid for myself; I am afraid for all of us.

Will I ever see my daughter and grandchildren again?





25th & 26th OCTOBER 2008






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Sunday, June 22, 2008


By Warren Smith
UFO Report Magazine

It had been an exhausting day for the 32-year-old attorney. Raymond Shearer had completed a routine day in his small town law office, then driven to Madison, Wisconsin for a meeting with a client. Following a leisurely dinner, they discussed business until midnight. Tired and weary, Shearer drove out of Madison on an interstate highway toward his home.

"I don't remember when I first saw the light," Shearer said recently. "It was somewhere around 20 miles out of town. It was hanging low in the sky, ahead and off to the right. I decided it was a helicopter."

Shearer continued driving, watching the light as it hovered over the highway ahead. "I passed under it, there was static on the radio," he recalled. "The interior of the car heated up. I loosened my tie and unfastened the seat belt to remove my coat. I also started getting a severe headache. I slowed down a bit, figuring I'd had too many martinis."

The young attorney reached for a bottle of aspirin in the glove compartment. He swallowed two tablets without water. "By now the static had stopped on the radio," Shearer said. The temperature in the car had returned to normal. This was a warm night in April, and I really didn't think much about it."

When he reached his exit on the interstate highway, Shearer drove off onto a blacktop road. "I normally follow the blacktop to my town," he said. "Then miles form home, I suddenly braked the car, twisted the wheel, turned off onto a dead-end gravel road that leads out to the marshes. To this day, I don't know why I turned off the highway."

Shearer's mind reeled with indecision as he drove through the dark, cloudy night. There were no farmhouses along the road, and no lights could be seen on the horizon. This wild, uninhabited area is seldom visited by anyone except hunters and fishermen.

As his car topped the crest of a small hill, Shearer's eyes widened with shock and his mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief.

Sitting in the middle of the road below was a UFO.

"I was almost on top of the thing," Shearer recalled. "I braked hard and my car skidded, fishtailing in the gravel. A row of lights flickered on the saucer; it started glowing a bluish-green color. I got the car stopped about 15 feet from it. I slapped the transmission in reverse, wanting to get out of there in the most desperate way. That's when those three things happened to the car."

The engine stopped running
Headlights and dash lights went off.
The car radio stopped playing.

"I stated to whimper and cry," the lawyer admitted. "I was scared to death because this was something I didn't know about. I remember trying to snap down the locks on the doors of the car. I saw some shadowy forms waling toward the car. Then, I must have blacked out."

Attorney Raymond Shearer was now involved in the most ominous form of UFO contact. What was reported as an ordinary UFO sighting actually turned out to be direct contact with UFO occupants. In this type of case the contactee's memory of the event is "erased" except for the sighting. And sometimes a cover story is implanted in the contactee's mind, possible through advanced methods of hypnosis.

Once the contactee remembers the contact experience, either through hypnosis, truth serum, or psychotherapy, a definite pattern emerges. "I think that each of us is being used as a messenger," said Raymond Shearer. "Bits and pieces of the puzzle are given to each of us. When enough of these pieces are assembled, an answer to the UFO mystery will be uncovered. I don't know why they're doing things this way -- I just feel they're doing it.

"For several months after my contact I did some crazy irrational things," Shearer admitted. "At least they were irrational when compared to my former conduct. I think they were programmed into me by the UFO people. They're after some goal here on Earth -- whatever it may be. I break out in a cold sweat when I think of being a possible agent or spy for these people."

Raymond Shearer's only memory of his eerie UFO experience was of seeing a bright light above the interstate highway. The sun was just coming up when he arrived home, yet he was unconcerned about the "missing time" for several days. The next morning he discovered a small, tender welt on the back of his neck that was directly of his spinal cord. By noon the welt had "blistered up," and become extremely sore and painful. A doctor's examination that afternoon revealed scores of tiny perforations of the skin within the welt.

In the weeks that followed, Shearer's life fell apart. His behavior became unusually erratic for an ambitious small town attorney. Nervous, driven by anxiety, and afflicted with severe headaches, he became obsessed with politics. His law practice was neglected while he worked for politicians by offering free help for their campaigns.

Shearer argued with his bewildered wife, quarreled with his law partner, and lost interest in his practice. "It seemed important for me to get into politics," he said. "I was never interested in political office before that time."

Ultimately as he continued to neglect his work, Shearer's father was called in to help. The elder Shearer convinced his son that he needed psychiatric help. The attorney then drove to a nearby town for consultation of a psychiatric clinic.

"We didn't get anywhere for several weeks," he explained. "Then, the psychiatrist decided to use hypnosis, hoping to uncover the subconscious reasons behind my anxiety. That's when the details of the UFO encounter came out. I did some mental calculating and discovered there had been some time missing that night."

Several sessions of hypnotic therapy pulled details of the experience from Raymond Shearer's mind. Even now, certain parts of the experience are repressed. "I started reading about UFOs and picked up books and magazines in used book stores," he related.

Following the hypnotic sessions, Shearer's life returned to normal.

When attorney Raymond Shearer crested the hill on the gravel road, it was approximately 1:30 a.m. He did not arrive home until sunrise, indicating a time loss of at least two to three hours. "I still had a headache when I got home," he recalled. "I didn't go to bed, but stretched out on the couch in the living room. There was a funny sound in the room, like a rattlesnake shaking its rattles. Although I was tired, this buzzing seemed to keep me alert."

Later that morning, while his wife was preparing breakfast, the red welt appeared on his neck. "I saw our family doctor that afternoon. He said it was the strangest thing he'd seen," Shearer said. "He put some salve on it and the welt gradually went away."

During his first hypnotic session with the psychiatrist, the taped questions and answers included:

What is the reason for your problem?
I don't have any problems.
What made you decide to drop practicing law?
They did.
Who are they?
The people I met.
When was this?
When I was driving home from Madison.
Where did you meet them?
Out on the road
Are they from around here?
They're from another galaxy.
That's interesting. How did they get here?
They came on that flying saucer.
You mean people from flying saucers are making you do these things?
Why did they pick you?
I don't know.
What did they tell you to do?
Get into politics.
They want a friend in politics.
If they reveal themselves I will stop our people from killing them.
Do they plan to reveal themselves? When will they do this?
(Speaking as if from a recorded message) They did not tell their plans to me. They feel we are not ready.
Where did they land?
On the road.
What were they doing there?
They were gathering specimens.
What sort of specimens?
Rocks, weeds, trees, and dirt. Sometimes they gather animals and people.
What do they do with these specimens?
They give them to their scientists for study.

In subsequent sessions, Shearer told of being panic stricken when his car stalled before the landed craft. As he was attempting to lock his car doors, a figure suddenly appeared at the driver's side of the car. "I didn't get much more than a glimpse of him," the attorney said. "He looked at me for a second, then there was a blinding flash. Then, I opened the door and stepped out."

Seconds later, Shearer felt a slight tingling sensation over his entire body.

"One of them with a funny looking instrument told me not to be alarmed," he continued. "They had to press something against my neck. He said it wouldn't hurt. He said it would help me be able to talk to them."

Another ufonaut appeared, moved swiftly behind the frightened attorney, and pressed a metallic device against the back of his neck. "I felt funny for a minute," Shearer admitted. "Then, the fear seemed to leave me. My hands stopped trembling. My head cleared up. I wasn't so confused. A warm feeling came over my body and I felt these people were my friends."

What occurred after the device was pressed against his neck?

"The two of them just stood around for a minute," Shearer recalled. "Then, the one with the device said something and left. He went back to pick up some things -- tools, boxes, and bags -- and started picking weeds and tree limbs and putting them in the boxes. There were five of them altogether -- at least I saw five of them."

Shearer reported there was a "captain" of the craft. "He was about five feet six inches tall, dressed in a white, coverall type of uniform. He had a black belt around his middle, with a grayish-silver box on the side of the belt. While we talked, he would sometimes make an adjustment on the box. He said the box contained something that helped him talk to me."

One ufonaut remained beside the craft. "He must have been a guard because he never took his eyes off me," Shearer said. "He was also constantly looking up and down the road. Sometimes, he looked up to the skies."

The three other ufonauts were scattered over the road and surrounding countryside, picking up specimens. "They worked very fast," Shearer said. "They seemed to be picking up as many different types of things as they could."

Shearer said that the craft was sliver gray in color. "It was metal that looked like aluminum. I don't know what kind of metal it was. I didn't ask."

Shearer estimated the saucer was from "100 to 125 feet in diameter." It rested on three, telescoping legs that came out of the bottom of the craft. The design was almost like a perfect saucer, except for a small antenna on the rear.

When the second ufonaut left, the "Captain" turned to Shearer and asked about the time.

Contactees are frequently asked about time, suggesting the possibility of inter - or ultra-dimensional travel involved with UFOs. The psychiatrist's tapes include these questions and answers:

Did you tell him the time?

I held my watch up to the light from the saucer. It said it was 1:47 in the morning. He asked me what type of time we used. This was a strange question, but I realized that he was asking about how we measured time. I explained about our days, months, and years. He said that we should learn to handle time correctly.

What did he mean by that?

He said time doesn't exist. His people have the ability to distort time as we know it by speeding it up, slowing it down, or stopping it. To do this, we have to remove the brainwashed ideas that we have about time from our minds. A little baby, or a child, does not have any concepts of time. A minute will seem like an hour to them. A day can seem as if it is forever -- and it is. As we grow older, we become more conscious of our concept of time. We lost this innocence. His people have been here many times, but we would never be able to visit them.

Why can't we visit them"

Our ideas of time would prevent it.

How fast do they travel?

Their ship goes faster than the speed of light. They get the maximum speed after they leave our atmosphere. There is much to say about that... He told me about it when we were inside."

What are you doing now?

He has placed his hand on my shoulder and he's looking up at me. He's asking me to go inside the ship with him and look around. We're walking toward it, but the person who is standing by it looks angry. He is talking to the captain. I think the other one wants me to stay outside. The captain says something to him, the other one understands, and steps aside.

We are going up the ladder. I am shaking because it is so cold. The craft is bigger on the inside than I thought. I'm standing in a circular room and he is pointing out things to me. He asks me to stand before a screen-like device. He turns it on and there isn't anything happening. He hands me a rod, about six inches long, and there's a cable on the end of it. I hold it and he is explaining that they are taking my picture through the screen. The rod is recording my body temperature, brain waves, weight, height, and a lot of other things about me.

Other data mentioned in the tapes includes:

Inside the saucer: Shearer felt uncomfortable inside the craft. "It was cold in there and I don't know why," he said. "I didn't feel right while I was there because everything was different. I also knew that if I did something wrong they might kill me." He reported that the presence of the beings was not frightening, "because the seemed like pretty nice people."

His feelings of apprehension came from the unusual surroundings.

"There was something funny about that ship," he continued under hypnosis. "Although the floor was metal, I couldn't feel or hear any sound of my feet when I walked around. This sort of made me feel like the ship was a ghost or something like that. But it was definitely metal."

There were no bunks, or beds, evident on the craft. "There were a lot of machines that might have been computers," Shearer said. "Only they didn't have the looks of our computers. The captain showed me a little metal thing. He said they shoved that in one of the machines and it guided them back to where they came from. There was a bunch of chairs, some desks, and they were made out of the same metal."

There were no portholes, windows or openings in the craft. "I asked about that and was told they used the screen to see outside," said Shearer. "No, he didn't show me how it worked."

Appearance of the beings: The crewmen were approximately five to five and a half feet tall, weight approximately 125 to 140 pounds. Shearer was unable to get a clear view of their bodies, due to their uniforms. "I would say they were in good physical condition," he said, "equal to our own astronauts."

Their faces were elongated and had a flattened appearance. "This could have been the helmets they wore," Shearer admitted.

Their eyes were slightly slanted and their eyebrows were thin, light in color, and slanted slightly upward over heavy lidded eyes. Their lips were thin, almost the same color as their facial skin. "The best description I can give you of them is to look in the books on old Egypt," Shearer said recently. "Some pictures of the old Egyptian gods have a distinct likeness to these people. But the Egyptian statues are darker in complexion than these people."

UFO propulsion: "They use a type of device that overcomes gravity," Shearer said during a hypnotic trance. "This is a push-pull thing, depending on how they see it."

He explained that the device could be set to use the power of gravity in a pushing effect. "Under this setting, they use the gravity of our Earth to push them out into space. When they are free of our gravity field, they reverse the process and lock in on another planet. Then, they are pulled toward that. This is done automatically by the machines. Unless there is trouble, they don't have to touch the controls."

When they are on a particular planet such as Earth, they depend on an electromagnetic drive to power their craft. "I asked how this worked, but I didn't understand the answer," Shearer said. "It was confusing. But he did say that our people were getting close to perfecting a similar device."

Do they use atomic energy? "He answered that it was not suitable for space flight," Shearer recalled. "This might be because of a reactor being enclosed in the ship. There were 'dangers,' the captain said, in being out in space with these types of engines. They had tried them a long time past -- lost many people -- and hunted for something else to power their ships."

What do they use for power on their home planet? "He said they used an extract from water," Shearer explained. "This is a method of breaking down water to its ultimate form of matter. He said water is a very powerful form of energy. Our scientists should be working to crack the energy in water."

What do they want? Shearer was told that there are several types of space people visiting our planet. "We are not one of the watchers," said the ufonaut. "There are others who visit here more than us. They are more familiar with your world and your people."

What is the reason for these visits? "In his case it was apparently a scientific expedition to determine the physical characteristics of our planet." Shearer related. "He didn't seem to know much about why he was here. It was more as if he was a military person working under orders."

Shearer was told that our people were extremely hostile to visitors. "When the captain said this, he was smiling," Shearer recalled. "He wasn't mad or anything like that. He reported that some other crews had some difficult times when they landed here. They had lost people in the past when humans caught them. I had the feeling that this was a long time ago, possibly not even in this century."

Brain implantation: as the other ufonauts returned to the ship, the captain asked Shearer to put a cone-shaped device on his head. "I didn't want to do it," Shearer said, "but I didn't have a choice. He said if I would put it on, it would give me great knowledge about them, their world, and the universe."

The cone was placed on the attorney's head. One of the ufonauts snapped a cord to the device. "I started whimpering, it felt as if my brain was being scrambled, "Shearer stated. "It was the most painful thing I ever experienced. I started to tear the cone off my head, but they stopped me. They held my arms. When the pressure inside my brain stopped, they removed the cone from my head."

The ufonauts squeezed his arm in an apparent sign of farewell. "The captain then escorted me down the ladder," Shearer said. "Coming outside, my body tingles as if from electricity. When we got to my car, the captain asked me to remain inside until they took off. He squeezed my shoulder again and said we would meet in the future."

Shearer asked for a momento of the meeting.

The captain shook his head. "He didn't say anything after that. He returned to the ship, the ladder retracted, and a buzzing, whirring noise started as the lights flickered. Seconds later, the ship took off in a diagonal climb. It disappeared in about 30 seconds."

Shearer started his car engine and the lights and radio worked again. He turned his car around on the narrow marshland road and drove home.

Have a beautiful Sunday!

Thursday's Child

Thursday, June 19, 2008


This exclusive story tells the story of John Womack, who says that he was taken aboard a UFO in April 1975 near Ryan Mountain, Tennessee. The creatures Mr. Womack describes, and his conversations with them, make this one of the most amazing UFO encounters in recent years!

By John Womack
Official UFO Magazine

Thousands of persons, perhaps millions, have experienced happenings which defy human explanation. Our Earth is only a thing grain of sand in a vast galaxy of stars and worlds. And our own enormous Milky Way Galaxy of stars and worlds is only a tiny spot in an amazing universe of perhaps billions of other galaxies. How much do we know, or maybe I should as how little do we know? My story is hard to believe because it is beyond our understanding in this short life. And this is the reason I was not in any hurry to publish this story -- for fear of being branded a crackpot. In fact, I had at one time made up my mind not to tell the story to anyone. Perhaps others have experienced similar occurrences, but the fear of ridicule has sealed their lips forever.

Hugh Helms, a good friend of mine who is a writer and publisher, told me that he felt the event was big news and other should know about it. But the story is so incredible, I balked at the idea of publishing it. I am a highly sensitive person and a rather shy one. I didn't want any publicity then and still don't. Hugh has convinced me that millions of people are open minded enough to accept the fact that such happenings are possible. Science, itself, very often teaches that things considered impossible turn out to be possible. On the other hand, there are millions of people who refuse to believe in anything mightier than man and his science, and nothing can change that.

Human knowledge and understanding in our time is so utterly limited that we really know very little about anything. Most any five year old child can ask questions that no team of experts on earth can answer. Even with our modern day technology, we still know precious little about life, death and this infinite universe we lve in. I know now that we can expect occurrences to happen which are beyond human understanding. I have experienced these happenings, and I accept them. Now I am about to tell you one of the most incredible true episodes ever told. Believe it or not, but before you jump to a hasty conclusion, think about it this way -- it could happen to you.

On a clear night in April 1975, I was driving down a lonely country road, at the foot of Ryan Mountain in the Tennessee Valley. The countryside was nice, and the time as about 10:00 p.m. The scenic little road, in north Alabama, runs through an area completely covered by overhanging tree branches. I was driving slowly, in no hurry to get anywhere, when suddenly I was shaken by a most peculiar sight. A ball of fire about three feet in diameter dropped down through the overhanging tree branches into the road several feet in front of my car. Then the fireball tarted rolling on down the gravel road. Startled, I eased my car along behind the mysterious ball of fire. As I followed, about 25 feet behind it, the fireball rolled down a little hill and made a sharp turn to the right, crossing a narrow creek bridge. It rolled approximately 100 feet beyond the bridge an, oddly enough, it never left the road up to that point. Then the fireball stopped momentarily, in the middle of the road, and made a 90 degree turn to the left and rolled out into a meadow which runs along the creek bank. I pulled my car over to the side of the road, got out and stood at the edge of the meadow, watching the blazing ball of fire. Suddenly, with the sound of a blow torch, it shot straight up and arched over the wooded hill top to my left and disappeared.

The flaming ball of fire flabbergasted me and left me standing there in the dark looking at a black sky. As I stood there gazing at the stars and wondering, suddenly a low humming sound filled the air. From over the tree tops, where the fireball disappeared, a huge silvery, disc-shaped object was approaching the area. The object appeared to be at least 150 feet in diameter and 50 feet thick in the middle. At an altitude of 300 or 400 feet, the UFO stopped over the meadow no more than 100 feet from where I stood.

The machine gave off a low humming sound similar to that made by a turbine or blower turning at high rpm. The craft was so quiet it was right upon me before I heard it. A yellowish blue glow surrounded the UFO completely. The glow extended several feet out from the ship. It hung there in the air for maybe two minutes. Then the most incredible thing happened. From the bottom of the machine, a beam of light several feet thick (approximately ten feet) began moving slowly toward the ground. This sent cold chills up my spine. I was spellbound and started walking backward toward my car. A high pitched whistling sound came from the ship as the beam of light continued to fall toward the meadow.

After several seconds had passed the column of intense light reached the ground. And I couldn't believe my eyes when the light, instead of stopping at the ground, continued to spread out over the meadow. The light flowed over the area like some kind of foggy spirit until it almost reached the road. Then it stopped. The whistling sound stopped, too, but the craft continued to give off the humming sound. I am not certain that column was light, and I don't believe it was light as we know it. It appeared to be much denser than light. Then the UFO began to drop toward the ground as if it were riding on the beam of light. By now, you can be sure, I was moving faster toward my car to leave there in a hurry, if it became necessary. But as I turned to take another look, a beam of red light slapped me square in the face. I learned later that I woke up aboard the UFO.

The red beam of light hit me about 10:00 p.m. And the next thing I knew -- for certain -- I was driving along approximately two miles from my home which is about 25 miles from the spot where I saw he UFO. The time was 12:30 to 1:00 a.m. Two and a half to three hours of my life had passed, which I had no reasonable explanation for at that time. When I came to I was shaking all over, confused and scared. I hadn't had a drink in two weeks, but I sure needed one now, and I got one. Now, I clearly remembered the fireball, the UFO and the red beam of light hitting me. There was never any question in my mind about that. It was what happened after the red beam of light hit me that almost drove me made before I found the answers.

As I drove on home, I felt strange. A weird unnatural feeling -- which I can't describe -- had hold of me. I knew I was wide awake, but everything seemed like a dream. I had a strong feeling I had been aboard the UFO. Frightening mental images of strange looking creatures and devices were jumping around in my mind, but I couldn't make any sense out of them.

When I got home I tried o sleep but couldn't. I was unable to get this experience out of my mind for one second. It haunted me all that night and the next day. I was extremely frustrated and confused, and my head felt like it was full of hot sand. I had told no one -- afraid people would think I was a nut. The next night I still couldn't sleep. Every time I dozed off I could see that red beam of light and those unearthly mental pictures. I called my friend, Hugh Helms, and told him what happened. Hugh said he would drive up the next day to see me.

Now before we go any further let me explain this. For many years I have had a touch of ESP or an unusual amount of psychic power. And I have always been able to close my eyes and see a strong mental picture of anyone or any place. This comes naturally to me, and the pictures are clear as day. Also, I am often able to predict events before they happen. I never try to show this talent off, because I never know for sure when it will work for me. Now back to the story. These mental images were becoming stronger, and I knew the missing two to three hours were buried somewhere deep in my mind. I felt very strongly that the missing information would come to me.

Hugh arrived the next day. We went over everything I knew about the incident, but I was still unable to make much sense out of what happened during the two to three hours missing from my memory. By now, there was no doubt in my mind, I was certain I had been aboard the UFO. Those strange mental images were still flashing in my mind, and at times I was almost able to bring them to the surface, but the event was evasive and remained locked up in my unconscious. This experience was putting a lot of hell on my nervous system. Hugh suggested that we report it to the authorities. I told him to forget it. I knew there wasn't a damn thing the could do about it except ask a lot of useless questions and perhaps get my name in the newspapers. Also, I wasn't in the mood for crank telephone calls and humorous remarks. I didn't want the publicity.

We drove to the area where the incident happened. Hugh wanted to do some investigating, and we thought maybe seeing the spot again would help me recall what had happened after the red beam of light hit me. The spot, where the event happened, was located in a wooded, hilly area. A house was within sight of the place, but I think it was empty at the time. Hugh and I examined the little meadow thoroughly and found very little evidence to support my story with the exception of a scorched spot, where the fireball had stopped out in the meadow, approximately 50 feet from the road. We drove back to my place and went over everything again and again. I knew if my mental pain and confusion continued I would have to search out an understanding doctor. This worried me, too. What doctor would believe me? And even if he did believe me, what could he do about it?

Hugh had to go home the next day. And that night I took a strong sedative and fell into a deep sleep. And incredibly, my dreams all night long were about the UFO episode. The dreams were like lightning striking me. They were crystal clear and more alive than any dreams I have ever experienced. The dreams fit the mental images I was having exactly, and they revealed many details. The next morning I knew without any doubt that the reams were telling me about my experience aboard the UFO. The whole episode became clear to me almost instantly. It was like being in the dark, and suddenly someone turned on the light. The whole incredible happening was coming back to me so rapidly, I grabbed a pencil and began to write as fast as I could. I couldn't trust my memory to hang on to all the details of the event. The burning confusion disappeared from my mind almost immediately. I never felt better in my life, and my thoughts have never been clearer, sharper or more pleasant.

The dreams opened up my memory and allowed the fantastic details of the incident to flow like a song into my conscious mind. Now don't misunderstand, my experience was not base don dreams. The dreams only served to remove the mental block. Then I was able to remember everything in a normal way. The contents of the dreams were no longer important nor were they needed. But the dreams are part of this incredible experience, and I want to give you -- the readers -- all th details that space alloted me in this publication will permit -- to help you reach your own conclusions.

After the red beam of light hit me, I now remembered waking up aboard the UFO. I was sitting in a well padded chair with a metal helmet on my head. The helmet was connected to a sophisticated looking machine by a cord. I was in a large room packed with intricate devices and equipment. Strange people were scattered about the room. The two who ere obviously the leaders were communicating with each other, and their voices reminded me of croaking tree frogs. These two appeared to be human in every respect from the shoulders down. Their heads were oval shaped like an egg. Their mouths were large and more like the mouth of a porpoise than anything I have ever seen.

I knew it was useless to put up a fight because standing on each side of the ahir in which I was sitting were two of the largest creatures I haver seen on two legs, and another one stood not far away. I could see no way out, not even a window. The three giant creatures were at least eight feet tall and powerfully built. They definitely were not of the same species of beings as were the two leaders. Moving about over the floor were six or eight little creatures which were beyond the imagination of any science fiction artist. They were totally unbelievable. These little creatures were about five feet tall. Their long feet were flippers, somewhat like those of a sea lion or seal. They had six skinny arms and crab claw hands. Greenish warty lumps covered their bodies. They had large heads and looked harmless, even comical. Words cannot describe any of the beings aboard the UFO. We have made hundreds of drawings, and I have selected the ones which correspond the closet to what I saw that night in April. The drawings are featured in a booklet we have written about this experience.

One of the leaders stood in front of me and spoke a message into a boxlike device. A cord connected the box to the giant computer-like machine which the helmet on my head was plugged into. After he completed his message the machine began to speak in a weird, unearthly way, but it was in English and plain enough to understand. He explained to me later that the machine was capable of translating his language into my language -- and my language and thought waves into his language. The machine was a huge, complicated looking contraption. It must have weighed several tons.

He said, "We are peaceful. We will not harm you. We are beings with feelings just as you are. You are not a prisoner. You are our guest."

Strangely enough, I was calm and not at all frightened. Then the leader gave me an aspirin size pill. He put one into his mouth and motioned for me to do the same. I accepted it as a gesture of friendship and wasn't about to argue the issue anyway, so I did as he suggested. The pill dissolved in my mouth, and I swallowed. By now, I felt completely at ease. I was happy about the whole situation, and I was eager to know more about these strange folks (if that is what they were) from other worlds. I felt full of joy. I had never been so at ease with myself.

Then the leader started talking into the machine again. He told me that his people were 10,000 years ahead of our knowledge here on earth. He said it would be a waste of time for me to try to understand how the equipment aboard the ship worked. The leader, the one who did all the talking, welcomed me aboard the spacecraft, and he said I was free to leave anytime. He held the box device close to my face and asked me if I had any questions to ask. I told him I certainly did have some questions to ask, and I asked him how I got aboard the craft and why I felt so at ease and happy about it.

He flipped a switch on a control panel and replied, "Take a look at the screen on the machine (the giant machine had a screen built into it). You will see how you got aboard. We let down a ramp, and you walked aboard our ship."

Sure enough, a screen at the top of the computer machine was showing a picture of me walking up a long ramp toward the UFO.

He continued, "Your brain was temporarily made inactive by the red beam of light you saw. A signal in the beam of light you saw caused you to follow it inside the spaceship. We gave you an injection which prevented you from becoming fearful and overly excited. An Earth person with a bad heart could die from the shock of your present experience without the injection. We don't want to harm anyone."

So that explains why I am not scared stiff like my senses tell me I ought to be, I thought. Also, the ramp explains why Hugh and I were unable to find any evidence of a UFO landing in the meadow. The ship actually never touched the ground. He went on to explain that the pill he gave me was an anti-demon pill. He told me that the joy and inner peace I was feeling was life in its purest and most perfect state. The purpose of the pill was to drive all demons and evil influence from the mind and leave nothing but pure joy in the soul. The spacemen told me that the pill was not a mind altering drug, and it did not work that way. He said that demons exist throughout our galaxy, and they are able to enter and leave one's mind at will, and demons are the cause of all wars, hate, evil and unhappiness. This man from the stars told me he came from a planet 40 light years from Earth. He stated that his people had none of our common problems, and they lived for hundreds of years in a constant state of joy. I asked him if he knew how many planets out there in space were inhabited.

And he answered, "We know of many planets in our galaxy which are inhabited by intelligent beings. Because f the great size of our galaxy, the Milky Way, we have explored only a small part of it. We are not able to visit other galaxies outside our own Milky Way, but we believe that thousands of planets are inhabited throughout the universe. A strip to the nearest galaxy outside our own would take at least a million years traveling at the speed of light. It is unthinkable, even for us. There are enough mysteries in the universe to keep your people and my people busy for eternity. I asked this incredible person if he believed in a Supreme Being or God.

He replied, "Yes, and we believe those who are psychic are in direct touch with the Creator in a small way. We believe a Superior Spirit or Supreme Intelligence must have created the universe and established the laws of nature. In our opinion creation cannot be intelligently explained in any other way. But we have no idea how the universe was created or why. Exploring and studying the universe is our whole life, and we never tire of it. We have studied your Earth for thousands of years and watched your progress since before the time of Moses. Our methods of monitoring and observation are far advanced. Our scientific knowledge and ways are beyond your understanding."

I asked the spaceman if he knew the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. And his answer was that he was not allowed to give out any direct scientific information. He explained that the policy of his world was to let other worlds progress in their own natural way. He told me that to much knowledge too soon would destroy us. The leader said that we already knew about nuclear energy and bombs yet we still don't know how to live in peace, and he said that is a good example of too much knowledge too soon. He stated that solar energy supplies all of the energy needs on his planet. Even his spacecraft, which travels among the stars, is powered by stored solar energy. The spaceman said our sun is the only final answer to our energy problems.

The leader led me on a brief tour of the UFO. The ship had four floors with an elevator connecting the floors. It had two main floors with one large room and several smaller compartments on each of the two main floors. The two larger rooms were about 50' by 50' and approximately 12 feet high. Complex devices and gadgets were everywhere. He showed me instruments, machines and equipment, I cannot begin to describe. The ones which I did understand were amazing. He asked me to stand behind one machine that is the answer to the medical profession's wildest dreams. The machine showed on a screen every bone, muscle, organ, artery, even the flow of the blood and the beating heart as plain as daylight and living color. Another marvelous machine was powerful enough to show atoms in action.

The ship was lit up very brightly, but I didn't see any lights anywhere. I believe the light was coming from the walls and ceiling. There were two smaller auxiliary floors, apparently one for the engine room and one for storage. I saw about 25 beings of the leader's kind aboard the craft. They seemed to pay me little mind, as if they were used to alien visitors.

The spaceman asked me to sit down in an odd looking chair. Then he told me that he believed I was a good Earth person who wished no harm to others. He said that we live in worlds billion of miles apart, but for a few short moments in time providence had brought us together. He told me our brief association would live on in the memory forever. The most puzzling thing he told me was for me not to be too concerned about the unknown, because within two years it would all be revealed to me. I have no idea what he meant, and it bothers me.

The last thing I remember, aboard the UFO, was that the spaceman pulled a lever on the wall and a cone-shaped object dropped from the ceiling covering me and the odd chair. A terrible roaring noise and flashing green lights filled the cone. I drifted into what seemed like a mental journey. What actually happened here is totally beyond my understanding or even my wildest imagination. It was pure beauty. No writer who ever lived can describe the magnificent splendor what I saw. No artist has ever captured a scene on canvas so utterly beautiful and peaceful. I wish I could tell you more, but I feel I have given you a fair, overall picture of the episode just as simply and honest as I know how. I must bring this story to a close.

I woke up sitting under a tree on the creek bank. I have no idea how I got off the UFO. I looked up and saw the great ship for the last time. It shot out of sight almost instantly. All the details of my experience are clear in my mind, except I don't know how I got off the spaceship, and for some strange reason I still don't remember driving the 25 miles mentioned earlier in the story.

I don't understand why the event aboard the UFO was blanked out of my conscious mind. The human mind is the most complex and least understood apparatus man ever studied. Without my unusual amount of ESP, I doubt if I ever would have been able to recall the event so vividly, if at all.

Neither do I know why I was taken aboard the craft. But I believe it was all for the benefit of the beings aboard the UFO, not mine. Perhaps they learned all they wanted to know about me even though I was not aware of any special examinations or tests. Maybe the beings from outer space -- in exchange for what they learned about me -- were willing to give me information about themselves. But if this is so, why was it temporarily erased from my memory? Possibilities and conjectures are endless. I don't know any of the answers, and I've quit trying to know.

Dear Reader:

Approximately 18 months after John Womack's UFO adventure, a tragic gas explosion took place at his home. He was critically burned, and passed away from this world three weeks later in October 1976. Womack was one of the best friends I ever had. On many occasions he had amazed me with his uncanny ESP abilities. I have his voice on tape telling of his UFO experience, and I shall treasure it all my life. I believe without any doubt whatsoever that the story is true just as he told it. Could his untimely passing into the unknown have any connection with the spaceman's prediction - that within two years the unknown would be revealed to him? I wonder.

Hugh Helms

Hope you enjoyed John's story! See you next time.

Thursday's Child

Sunday, June 15, 2008



Google: Definition of church: Church is an association of people with a common belief system.
I would like to remind the readers that this blog was begun to encapsulate what the aliens told the experiencer, not whole case histories.

Date of Inception
February 2008


We do not believe that "faith" is found in a building made by man.
We do not "pray" to those who arrive in ships from space.
We believe in a higher power, whatever that may be according to an individual's beliefs.
We believe we were placed on Planet Earth, instead of evolved on Earth.
We heed the words given by extraterrestrials to mankind and then consider whether to accept them.
Together we can change the world through love and positive thinking.


FROM JOE NYMAN, (Visitors' from Hidden Realms by Brent Raynes)

Three experiencers have... independently gone back to images of themselves as alien entities. In one tear-filled session, the experiencer at first experienced his consciousness, disembodied and contained, in the presence of his special entity (this is the second instance of this type of image that has been reported to us). The imagery continued with communication taking place between the consciousness and the special entity. This was followed by another flashback, a precursor to the contained consciousness image, in which the experiencer saw himself as 'one of them,' deciding whether his consciousness or that of the special entity was to occupy a human form.

The experiencer's relationship with the special entity was now very clear to him -- the two were partners in a process in which the experiencer's future human body was to be involved and which the special entity was to monitor.

Nyman speculated as to the possible causes of such unusual memories. He came up with three: 1. They were part of the psychological make-up of the people describing such "experiences," 2. The "memories" were somehow "induced" in these people by the "investigative process" itself (i.e., power of suggestion?); 3. They were "a reflection of something resulting from an imposition on the experiencer."

It is the third possibility that has profound implications. Nyman then noted something that was quite intriguing. He wondered that if there was evidence of an "alien intelligence taking up residence in the human body," was there also evidence for when it "leaves?" He stated: "...last year, in conversation, I was told by an individual that at his mother's death in 1937, he and his two sisters were terrified to see a figure descending the stairs. The figure had a face that the man saw again years later - on the dust jacket of Communion."



Author Unknown

I was brought here from another world at age nine,
An entity, dropped off in human form.
Into the hands of human hatred.
From paradise, into the eye of the storm.

For twenty eight years I have lived in loneliness,
For twenty eight years I have lived in hatred and fear,
I have begged my beings to take my life,
For love and compassion, there is none here.

All my life, I have watched the stars,
Hoping once again my ship may appear.
To take me away from this world of violence.
Then, I find, my people, my beings, are here!

Once again, I am back in the hands of my people.
Once again, I may board the ship from which I came.
I wear the uniform I wore so many years ago,
Thank God, my people, are still the same.

I have been told my time here is short,
Once again, I will pilot the ship, and then,
To the world of beauty, peace, and love,
Where my life will start all over again.


Because of using so many cases from Brent Rayne's book I think I will name him Brother Raynes, the Deacon of the beacon! LOL A little frivolity concerning serious issues in UFOLOGY.

See you next time with an exciting new message from the aliens or peripheral information that applies to the tenets above.

Thursday, June 12, 2008


Today will be the last lecture by Zeena. I think it will enlighten you about what was said by the "Allies of Humanity" that it rings true.

This week the facilitator of the Phase 1 and Phase 2 books was on Coast to Coast AM with George Nory. He explained that the aliens that are here are not using "weapons" to encourage mankind to be in league with them, instead they use "intervention", which means through subtle means and mind control which the experiencer is not aware of.

The Allies of Humanity have no name or name of a planet they come from. What they have said is strictly so we can prepare ourselves before it is too late to combat the aliens that interact with us through mental and spiritual means. In other words it is within yourselves to do this. Do not succumb to their ways. The biological material they have taken is to create hybrids to interject themselves into our world and eventually take it over.

Now the Allies have left this area of the Universe or Galaxy because the other aliens are aware they have warned us and they do not like it so it was not conducive for them to stick around, if you know what I mean! At least they were able to deliver their message. Forewarned is forearmed.

And now to what Zeena said to Alec. This will be the last lecture by her. Think about what the Allies said in comparison.

Zeena suggested I concentrate on the issue at hand.

"My knowledge of terrestrial artificial insemination is almost zero," I admitted, almost as a reflex answer, "but I do know a little about the other kind. Just ask me what you want to know."

Zeena was most inquisitive and hounded me to the full extent of my knowledge on the subject, much to my embarrassment. I was not allowed to leave one detail out.

"We have tried artificially inseminating several of your females. The results, as I have said, are before you now. I and others like me, whom you may have seen around the transporter, are only a means to an end, we hope. Now it is deemed time to try the alternative method. I volunteered, for it is a tremendous chance for me to help my kind," Zeena concluded.

"You are very brave," I replied.

"I fear more for my race if this does not work! I have asked enough of you for now, and I thank you for that information which shall be of assistance at some later date," she said, after it was obvious there was nothing left for me to add on the subject.

"I am on duty again soon, but I shall introduce you to some of the crew members who are not. You may be able to get some more answers to your questions," she said.

Very little information was forthcoming from these sources. However, what I did manage to find out was big news to me and caused me much unrest and consternation.

I now put this information to our great world leaders and keepers of the faith, but if they already know about this (and I now realize they have known about it all along), they should hang their heads low in shame!

Electromagnetic energy naturally surrounds and permeates most planets, including our Earth and the plane I was about to visit. This energy can be used as an endless, inexhaustible power source which is very cheap to access. In the case of my newfound friends, it has been their power source for many thousands or perhaps even millions of years. This energy can be tapped in the simplest of ways with technology we have right here on planet Earth now. Indeed, UFOs use this energy source to power their craft when they visit Earth! It is so prevalent that our bodies even pick it up unintentionally. When I got back home and did some study on the subject it surprised me to find that anyone who is really switched on already knows this!

This power source does not require generators as we know them; hence nuclear, hydro, coal and oil powered generators or stations could be dispensed with almost overnight. It appears there is no need for wires to transmit this power, for each user could have their own inexpensive receiver, similar perhaps to a radio or a TV. In total, the costs would be minimal.

The question is, why aren't we tapping into this power source right now? The right sort of people knew about this back in 1940 -- well, in 1900, if you really want to be accurate in reference to scientist Nikola Tesla. here should never be, and should never have been, a power shortage on this planet.

This disgust I have with some of my fellow humans in powerful positions is the main reason why I did not and will not cooperate with the planetary establishment when questioned about my experience. I simply do not trust them in any way with any information on any subject, let alone with what I may have picked up in my travels?

Now, on to more agreeable subjects. There was an aspect of this interaction that really confused me. If these ETs were of a different dimension or vibrational plane, how was it possible for me to be interacting with them right now? This was one of the first questions I put to Zeena on her return.

She suggested I should ingest more fluid. Whatever was happening to me during this interaction, the fluid intake was obviously a most important factor. In any case, I was ingesting a thinner mix by this time. While taking it in, Zeena explained how this multidimensional interaction could take place.

"Our vibrational plane is a little higher than yours. There is really not that much difference. Soon there should be none, as we attempt to change our base vibration. Perhaps you could compare it to air and water on your planet. If, for example, you were the water and we were the air, by heating the water you can produce steam or water vapor. This gaseous substance can then mix with the air about it on more or less an even basis, as you are now doing with us. Some people on your planet may even be able to perceive us in our 'original' form, but we are now of much denser substance than we used to be, although we will still most likely appear as wisps of smoke or as ghosts (as I had seen upon my induction to the transporter). When we first brought you here, we had to modify you to make you a little more like us. What you are now is a possible future you. Do you understand so far?" Zeena asked?

"Yes, very well; our race should change, becomes less dense," I replied.

"You will not have remembered the process of transformation. You could not. You would have just perceived that at one moment you did not have a body, and the next moment you did. The whole process takes just over twenty-four hours. Not many of your kind have been through this process." she explained.

The URL for "Allies of Humanity" is: After you read it you will get a better idea of what I have said up above.

Today's lesson is from the contact case of Alec Newald, "Coevolution", The True Story of a man taken for ten days to an extraterrestrial civilization.

See you on Sunday!

Thursday's Child

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Google: Definition of church: Church is an association of people with a common belief system.
I would like to remind the readers that this blog was begun to encapsulate what the aliens told the experiencer, not whole case histories.

Date of Inception
February 2008


We do not believe that "faith" is found in a building made by man.
We do not "pray" to those who arrive in ships from space.
We believe in a higher power, whatever that may be according to an individual's beliefs.
We believe we were placed on Planet Earth, instead of evolved on Earth.
We heed the words given by extraterrestrials to mankind and then consider whether to accept them.
Together we can change the world through love and positive thinking.


Her first question took me a little by surprise.

"Have you bred on your home planet?

"That's an interesting question," was my startled reply. "By breed I suppose you mean have I any children of my own?"

I couldn't believe she didn't already know the answer to that question. Perhaps she was just being polite.

"Yes," she said.

"Well, I have a son who is fourteen years old and is fit and healthy. He doesn't appear to have too many problems, except he could be without a proper father from now on."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"I was in the process of leaving my family unit permanently when you guys zapped me up here!" I replied. "Don't ask why. It's very complicated, and I'm not sure I know the answer anyway."

"This breeding process, in the form you Homo Sapiens use, I have studied as much as I can from our records, but there is still much I wish to know. I have been selected for a modified reproductive process when I return to my home planet. We as a people are running out of time to develop offspring which could survive on any other planet apart from our own without life support systems. By this I mean we have not yet found another world that is compatible with our specific and rather unique needs. I may be able to elaborate on this point a little later. For now, it is enough to say we have few options and may have to adjust to new environments such as planet Earth -- which we still like to call our second home, even though we are far removed from being able to live there full time," Zeena finished, sounding rather distressed.

"Our planet is rather full already," I commented, not really wishing to add to her burden.

In spite of what I had already witnessed and been party to, I was in no way prepared for her reply to my statement.

"Oh, we have already had communication with Earth governors on that subject; since the 1950s, in fact. They know of our desire and need. We have even made a trade, as you might call it. I cannot elaborate on it at this time. But not everyone has lived up to their agreements since then."

"Your various governors, in their wisdom, decided that the Earth's general population was not then ready for the message and knowledge we had planned to give your people. If you think back to the subjects we have recently discussed, it is hardly surprising, is it? They feel you are still not ready, and we will not tell your people a half-truth to suit others. So we have this situation -- what do you say? -- a stalemate," Zenna concluded.

"What did the governors say when you said you would like to return to Earth at some time in the future?" I asked.

"All they wanted were the 'lollies'," she commented, without expanding on that subject. (What is 'lollies'?)

"There are not that many of us," Zenna continued. "Fifteen million is but a small total, is it not, among your billions? And our technology trade-off would make life so much easier for your population. If I dare be so brave as to say history could repeat itself, you may find we interbreed to become one race again, as happened so long ago in your past histories.

"At this point in time there are still some important things that we must physically do here on Earth: some repair work, as it were; a legacy from the past which I am not permitted to discuss at this time. We must correct that which is in a state of disrepair. Just by way of coincidence, that work is now almost completed. This is no small thing, for repairs have been going on for many of your years. Time is now short, for next will come the changes -- your awakening."

She answered my question before I could ask it. There was not much I could do but sit in silent amazement.

"You must realize," she continued, as I couldn't think of any worthwhile thing to say, "that we are quite a primitive race compared to other extraterrestrials that may communicate with Earth people from time to time. That is one of the reasons we are so attracted to Earth and to you as a race. We feel a real kindred or bonding for your people. We also think Earth is a most beautiful place."

"Where would you like to live on Earth if you had a choice?" I asked.

"We have an area that we call our own."

Zeena explained to me that they are already using an underwater base in the general area of this land that has been set aside for them, although she would go no further in describing where that might be.

She was then called away, promising to return as soon as possible to continue our conversation.



By Maureen Connelly

Down to earth basics and common sense,
comes from our Cosmos training!
Because of this training, we become
both student and teacher here.
Sometimes our awakening comes
from a contact with a UFO.
Thus, we are open to each other in experiences;
which now become common knowledge to be shared
among all people and races!

We must become aware of many things,
which are brought out by others
who discuss these experiences.
Who is to say they are real or our own dreams?
We must not condemn anyone for what they say!

Sometimes arguments will come and
all is lost, so what did we gain?
sometimes we become like wolves over some turf,
we feel is our own, and no solution comes!
Getting together helps clear things out
and makes it better for all, and that's
common ground!
We each can give the one percent solution
that is one hundred percent right!
We are all one family in the Cosmos!

See you next time. The Lesson for today has been by Zeena as told to Alec Newald and it is from his book, "Coevolution".


Thursday, June 5, 2008


Google: Definition of church: Church is an association of people with a common belief system.
I would like to remind the readers that this blog was begun to encapsulate what the aliens told the experiencer, not whole case histories.

Date of Inception
February 2008


We do not believe that "faith" is found in a building made by man.
We do not "pray" to those who arrive in ships from space.
We believe in a higher power, whatever that may be according to an individual's beliefs.
We believe we were placed on Planet Earth, instead of evolved on Earth.
We heed the words given by extraterrestrials to mankind and then consider whether to accept them.
Together we can change the world through love and positive thinking.


Your race is nearly strong enough to fight back and win its rightful place in this galaxy of ours. We will help you and your planet to do great things again, for we love all life. Even the dark force is a form of life and we must, and do respect it. Do you understand Alec? This is very important."

Zeena at last let me have a say.

"Yes, I do. But how do we fight this force if we cannot see it or know where it is?" I asked.

"It is within your very soul. You fight it with knowledge and understanding. But only each and every one of your kind can help yourselves. Nevertheless, to know that it exists is half the battle, and you can pass on this knowledge to all who should care to listen. Your race is about to change, become more aware -- well, most of you are. It is an unfortunate fact that the ones upon your planet who truly understand what a great hold this force known to you as fear has over your people are the very ones who are using it against you, and always have. They only understand its power, not its reason for being. That is why we have chosen this time to explain to you and others of your kind what we are here for. We have come to help enlighten you and, in so doing, perhaps free you from this force. We also understand that there will be some among you who will resent this knowledge being made available and will do their best to belittle and downplay its importance to your race.

"We may also need things from you and your planet. Call it a trade if you like, but I would prefer to use the word 'coevolution'. We both can grow. We both need to change. You will become more like us, while we need to become more like you. We can truly become great friends once you learn to break free. We have been waiting a long time for this to happen, and you, Alec, are part of this very special event that will happen, as are many others. You will find them and they will find you. Just let it be known that you are a child of the light, whenever you feel the time is right. You will be amazed at what will happen from then on."

As Zeena finished this part of the lesson, I really did not know what to say. How could I reply to what she'd just said? Her narration had brought up more questions than answers, and quite frankly I did not know where to begin. Even though most of what she'd just said was totally amazing, it was as if I had always known it as so! For that reason you may think my next question out of place.

"The thing that worries me the most," I replied, "is your earlier comment, before this lesson began, about the Earth 'mutating' into something. Where will that leave us, the people?"

"You have no fears there. It will be you, the people, who help the earth to transform. You will already have passed over to the next level of density, or be in the act of doing so, which in actual fact is evolution -- true evolution, as it just so happens; not the form of change that you may have associated with that word in the past. I am sorry, here, because there has not yet been time to ground you in that knowledge. The Earth, too, will evolve along these same lines, and that is what I meant by 'mutate'. I am sorry for the use of that word if it has caused you concern," Zenna quickly replied.

"I have more questions," I said, looking at Zeena and hoping I could continue to ask them. Her indication was that I could.

"What happened to those early ancestors -- the ones who stayed on Earth, the ones who helped us in the past?"

"Some of them eventually interbred with your kind, although there was resistance to this initially. The offspring of these unions became our common ancestors. All who were pure of our blood eventually died of an unknown illness or left the planet. Their life span should have been many hundreds, perhaps even thousands of your years. Some say they simply died of premature aging. There are many possible reasons why this may have occurred, but it is not necessary for us to discuss that now. The few who escaped this fate and left Earth are now lost to us; where they may have gone my people do not know, for that was indeed a long time ago. But while we are on the subject of interbreeding, there are a few questions I would ask of you if I may," Zeena requested.

Continued next time!



Author Unknown

Night black and still
Surround me in your silence
Quiet my raging soul
My empty heart, you will fill.

Stars-bright and crystalline
shine on my dark soul.
Illuminate my body
let me shine.

Wind-cool and crisp,
Blow through my frozen soul.
Make me again whole
And lift me to the heavens.

Moon-glowing white
Help me through this night.
Let me love again
or pass out of sight.

See you next time, don't miss because what Zeena has to say is even more intriguing!


Sunday, June 1, 2008


Google: Definition of church: Church is an association of people with a common belief system.
I would like to remind the readers that this blog was begun to encapsulate what the aliens told the experiencer, not whole case histories.

Date of Inception
February 2008


We do not believe that "faith" is found in a building made by man.
We do not "pray" to those who arrive in ships from space.
We believe in a higher power, whatever that may be according to an individual's beliefs.
We believe we were placed on Planet Earth, instead of evolved on Earth.
We heed the words given by extraterrestrials to mankind and then consider whether to accept them.
Together we can change the world through love and positive thinking.


"Your societies, right from the very beginning, have engineered fear into your lives. Most of it is an artificial fear of society itself; in other words you fear your very own laws. Your high priests from long ago shouted down to the common masses, describing what wraths would be set upon them if they did so much as dare to cross the all-mighty gods of their time. Forgive me if I make what you call a 'joke' of this, for these all-mighty gods they describe were people like me or the Guardian, whom you have met. Do you fear me, Alec, from where you stand?" Zeena asked.

"I feel no fear." was my answer.

"So you see how your masses were manipulated in our absence by those who would gain from it?" she asked again.

"I can see how a lie could fool the uneducated," was my reply.

"And you think your people are better educated on this subject today?" she asked once more.

"If you ask what we know of God, then perhaps not," I replied.

"Exactly my point," Zeena stated. "And so the intimidation goes on, only you have a hundredfold the number of laws today. These are not the laws of Nature, however; just of your manipulators who in turn have been manipulated by the force.

"The laws of Nature you break every day as you drive to work in your disgusting machines. It is even more curious to us that you all know these things but you continue to allow them just the same. Why is there not a law against it in your society? Does pollution not kill? Are your people so blind they could not see what would happen with the proliferation of these strange machines? You need not answer, for we know the reasons. This is just as you might say, an example.

"You will perhaps tolerate our confusion, though, when we fail to understand what we have observed in your co-called Western societies in which thousands of your money are dependent to save but one life, while millions of your kind die in other far areas for the sake of small amounts of this money. Are you not all one people of the same flesh and blood? For this question, we ourselves do not have such an answer. Could you perhaps help us in the reasoning of this?" Zeena asked, looking at me in a most perplexed way.

"My own people sometimes embarrass and confuse me. No, I have no answer to that question," I replied.

"Very well. Please take this question home with you to put to others, for we also find this most confusing. Why do your people take such time and interest in a single tree should it be cut down in your cities, while they allow large areas of many-years-old trees to be removed from the forests which are out of their sight?"

I have since duly completed that request.

Zeena did have some encouraging news. She suggested that the force would soon feel the weight of an invasion from above, and there would be battles fought at sea and underwater, and also in the skies high above. Most would know little about these events, except those caught within the bi-product of the battles. By this she meant that the Earth would experience storms of gathering intensity, and where these storms would once have been confined to the vortex points of our globe (the western Atlantic-Bermuda area and the western Pacific, south-east of Japan), they would now appear randomly all over our planet. She did not say who or what might be behind these battles or be the cause of them. However, when the way is clear and some portion of the fear has been removed, we may indeed see other races of the cosmos openly visiting and interacting with us here on Earth!

"In the due course of time you will awaken from this 'sleep' that the force has had you in, with a little help from your friends," she added. "Being a sailor," she said, suggesting I watched the weather, "you will know what to look for. Trust in your instincts."

This is all she was prepared to say on the subject.

To confirm what was spoken by Zeena about the weather being manipulated go to the following URL:

To see the battles that are being waged above earth without us knowing about it go to:

Remember this book was written in 1999 by Alec Newald - "CoEvolution" before the terrible storms that have taken place recently.



By Cat Powers

The silver ring from planet distant
is bringing words of peace to earth.
Telling tales of a distant memory
Telling how things will be
and the planet's death... and birth.

The silver ring invades my vision
flashing lights for all to see.
Here I stand, sighing, almost dying
Tearfully still trying,
Crying: "Wait for me!"

I watch them go, to sail the heavens
and as they leave, I hear the call
"There are many silver rings to guide you
some are lost inside you, only one
will rule them all."

I watch them leave, my heart leaves with them.
I cry aloud: "Please wait for me!"
Cant you tell? Don't you know I'm wrong here?
I just don't belong here
Please... come back for me!

Silver ring, forever spinning
weaving daydreams in my mind
Bring to earth a new beginning
encounters of another kind.