ARTHUR YENSEN'S NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Back in 1932, Arthur E. Yensen, a university graduate and staunch-materialist-turned-syndicated-cartoonist, decided to take some time off to research his weekly cartoon strip, "ADVENTUROUS WILLIE WISPO." Since his main character was a hobo, Yensen became one for a while, blending in with the over sixteen million unemployed at that time in our nation's history. He bummed rides from Chicago through Minnesota, until a young man in a convertible coupe picked him up on the way to Winnipeg. Going too fast for the road conditions, the car hit a three-foot-high ridge of oiled gravel and flipped into a series of violent somersaults. Both men were catapulted through the cloth top before the car smashed into a ditch. The driver escaped unharmed, but Yensen was injured, losing consciousness just as two female spectators rushed to his aid.

"Gradually the earth scene faded away, and through it loomed a bright, new, beautiful world - beautiful beyond imagination! For half a minute I could see both worlds at once. Finally, when the earth was all gone, I stood in a glory that could only be heaven.

"In the background were two beautiful, round-topped mountains, similar to Fujiyama in Japan. The tops were snow capped, and the slopes were adorned with foliage of indescribable beauty. The mountains appeared to be about fifteen miles away, yet I could see individual flowers growing on their slopes. I estimated my vision to be about one hundred times better than on earth.

"To the left was a shimmering lake containing a different kind of water - clear, golden, radiant, and alluring. It seemed to be alive. The whole landscape was carpeted with grass so vivid, clear, and green, that it defies description. To the right was a grove of large, luxuriant trees, composed of the same clear material that seemed to make up everything.

"I saw twenty people beyond the first trees, playing a singing-dancing game something like Skip-to-My-Lou. They were having a hilarious time holding hands and dancing in a circle - fast and lively. As soon as they saw me, four of the players left the game and joyfully skipped over to greet me. As they approached, I estimated their ages to be: one, thirty; two, twenty; and one, twelve. Their bodies seemed almost weightless, and the grace and beauty of their easy movements was fascinating to watch. Both sexes had long, luxuriant hair entwined with flowers, which hung down in glossy masses to their waists. Their only clothing was a gossamer loin cloth with a loop over one shoulder and a broad ribbon streaming out behind in graceful curves and curlicues. Their magnificence not only thrilled me, but filled me with awe.

"The oldest, largest, and strongest-looking man announced pleasantly, 'You are in the land of the dead. We lived on earth, just like you, 'til we came here.' He invited me to look at my arm. I looked, and it was translucent; that is, I could dimly see through it. Next they had me look at the grass and trees. They were also translucent. It was exactly the way the Bible had described heaven.

"Then I noticed that the landscape was gradually becoming familiar. It seemed as if I had been here before. I remembered what was on the other side of the mountains. Then with a sudden burst of joy, I realized that this was my real home! Back on earth I had been a visitor, a misfit, and a homesick stranger. With a sigh of relief, I said to myself, Thank God I'm back again. This time I'll stay!

"The oldest man, who looked like a Greek god, continued to explain, 'Everything over here is pure. The elements don't mix or break down as they do on earth. Everything is kept in place by an all-pervading Master-Vibration, which prevents aging. That's why things don't get dirty, or wear out, and why everything looks so bright and new.' Then I understood how heaven could be eternal."

He did not want to leave, but was told: "You have more important work to do on earth, and you must go back and do it! There will come a time of great confusion and the people will need your stabilizing influence. When your work on earth is done, then you can come back here and stay."

Born on a Nebraska sandhill during the blizzard of 1898, Yensen recalled being force-fed religion as a youngster. Not only did he turn against it, but he started challenging his parents at every turn - including questioning the way they ate. He observed that their farm animals did just fine on a diet of fresh greens and whole grains, yet family members were always suffering indigestion and constipation from the white flour, sugar, and grease they consumed. Behind his parents' back, he cured himself by eating bran flakes.

He continued to defy the conventions of his day, switching from atheism to mysticism after his near-death experience at the age of thirty-four, marrying afterwards, and built his own home in Parma, Idaho, from blocks of tuffa (pumice) he and his sons quarried. He later became an educator, public speaker, was active in politics, specialized in historical sculpture (his work adorns Parma's city park), was a movie extra in several Hollywood films, an authority on organic gardening and nutrition, and was singled out as one of Idaho's "Most Distinguished Citizens."

Although a public figure, Yensen was frequently at odds with the school boards where he taught: opposing any procedure that capped a child's creative drive; speaking out against the incarceration of American citizens of Japanese ancestry during World War II; and ignoring school rules by sharing his near-death experience in class as proof to his students that morality matters and life really has a purpose. Ironically, Yensen was still questioning whether or not he had fulfilled his life's work when he returned "home" in 1992, the quiet benefactor of thousands.

Yensen's rapturous visit was lengthy; more details are contained in his self-published book, "I SAW HEAVEN" (out-of-print, but photocopies available from Eric Yensen, 1415 E. Oak St., Caldwell, Idaho 83605. yensen@micron.net.)

P. URIAL

P.S. For some amazing pictures go to www.cropcircleconnector.com; then go to the Netherlands. Here is the URL: www.cropcircleconnector.com/inter2009/dutch/Brabant12.jpg

UDO WARTENA

UDO WARTENA

S. Gill Williamson

Udo Wartena Letter - html transcription of original (West Linn, Oregon, 1980)

In the forepart of May 1940, I had gone upon the mountain and found a glacier deposit. And from all indications had every possibility of carrying values.

As I was working part-time for the Northwest Mining Co., I could only prospect on my days off. So it was into the summer before I could prove the ground. There were a lot of large boulders to move but when I got to bedrock, I found some fine gold.

As I would need water for washing the material, I figured it was wise to bring the water down to where I could use it. The early day miners had dug a ditch around the mountain side (this was over sixty years before my time), so after clearing the logs and large trash out of it, I diverted the water out of the creek, into the ditch. As the ditch had not been used these many years, it was quite a mess. The ditch was practically level for the first quarter of a mile, so it was late in the afternoon by the time it would flow freely. The next morning I cleaned the main ditch to where I put in a dam. Then, dug a ditch to where I could use the water.

As the work for the Northwest Mining Co. had picked up, I wasn't able to work the prospect too much. Though every spare day I had was used there. I still had some large boulders to move and while doing this one morning I heard a noise. Like that of a high flying plane, as army planes flying over, from Great Falls. At first I didn't take much note, but as the noise continued, I thought a car had driven up. So I got upon higher ground. I saw, where I had put the dam in the main ditch, a large (I will call it ship). It looked like a blimp, only more pointed on each end, and not as thick through the middle. About 35' thick, better than 100' long. As I stood there, a stairway was let down and a man came down this and started walking towards me. As I was somewhat more than interested, I went to meet him. He stopped when we were about ten or twelve feet apart.

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He was a nice looking man, seemingly about my age, 35 or more. He wore a light gray pair of coveralls, a tam of the same material on his head, and on his feet were slippers or moccasins.

He asked me if it would be alright if they took some of the water. I could not see why not, I said sure. He then gave a signal and a hose or pipe was let down.

His English was like mine, but he spoke slowly, as if he was a linguist. He asked me what I was doing. I explained this to him. He asked me if I would be interested to come aboard. As he seemed an intelligent and pleasant person, I figured it would be interesting.

As we got closer to the ship, I noticed that it was round, like two dinner plates, one inverted over the other. It seemed to be made of metal. As I look back and compare, it seemed like stainless steel, though not bright or shiny. The ship appeared to be about 35' thick and well over a hundred feet in diameter. When we got into the ship, we entered into a room about twelve by sixteen feet, with a close fitting door on the farther end. Indirect lighting near the ceiling, and nice upholstered benches around the sides.

There was an older man in the room, plainly dressed and with white hair. It was then that I noticed that the younger man also had white hair. Somehow I believe they knew who I was, but they did not introduce themselves. Perhaps if they had, I may have been a bit upset.

The younger man asked me what I would be interested in. So I first asked why they wanted this particular water. He said the water is good, as if they had gotten the same before, and it was convenient.

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After we had entered the ship, I had noticed that the sound I had heard outside, was hardly noticeable, except what came up the stairwell. So I asked him what caused the noise or humming. He said this would be a bit complicated, but he would try to explain so I could understand. He said as you noticed we are floating above the ground, and though the ground slopes, the ship is level. There are in the outside rim of the ship two flywheels one turning one way and the other the opposite direction. He explained that this gives the ship its own gravitation, or rather overcomes the gravitational pull of the earth, other planets or the sun or stars. And though this pull is light, we use this gravitational pull of the stars and planets to ride on.

He went into somewhat greater detail on the power development by these two flywheels. He mentioned something about them developing an electromagnetic force. As this was quite new to me and he realized that, but he saw I had gotten the picture, so he stopped.

I asked him where he got the energy to run the ship. He said from the sun and stars, and he would store this in batteries, though this was for emergency use.

I also asked him what their object was or purpose in coming here. Well, he said, as you have noticed, we look pretty much as you do, so we mingle with you people, gather information, leave instructions, or give help where needed. I would have liked to ask him more about that, but didn't feel this proper, so let it ride at that.

While we had been talking, a light had come on apparently signaling that the water had been taken care of.

When I felt it was time for me to leave, I mentioned this. He asked me if I would be interested in going with them. I said that I thought it would be interesting to go with them but it would inconvenience too many people. Later I wondered why I had said that.

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As I started to leave, they suggested that I tell no one, as no one would believe me at that time, but in years to come I could tell about this experience.

When I walked away from the ship, they raised the stairway, and when I got a couple of hundred feet away from the ship, I turned around.

A number more portholes had opened up and though I could see no one, I felt sure they saw me. Anyway, I waved at them.

The ship then rose straight up, then while circling slightly it continued going straight and in a very short while was completely out of sight.

As I didn't have a watch, I did not know how long I had been with them. It was around noon so it must have been about two hours from the time I first saw the ship.

This whole experience was so overwhelming that I did not go back to work. I kept going over in my mind all that had happened. I went back to where the stairway had been and though it hadn't gone into the soil, the grass was crushed down.

I wondered at the time, why I hadn't accepted the invitation to go with them but instead had said "that it would inconvenience too many people". I then recollected an incident which happened a few years before I came to this district.

A young man was staying with an old prospector, and early one morning before eating he put on a light jacket and told the man he would be gone for a while. When the young man did not show up all that next day or the next, the old prospector notified the Sheriff, and he with his deputies and about forty C.C.C. boys looked all over for him, but no trace was found.

I have wondered if he might have accepted an invitation to board a ship similar to mine.

I have wondered at times if this could have all been in my imagination. But then again I saw the impression of the ship in the grass.

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Then over the years a number of things have come to mind. The explanation of how this ship moved, seemingly not affected by earths gravitational pull. From what the man told me at the time and what has come to me since, I believe I am not too far from an answer to this. It is for this reason I am writing to you. No doubt with the help of some other minds, the answer will be forthcoming.

We have just about reached the stage where we need a different type of air transportation and this is the answer. I feel confident that you could put me in touch with some people who could help to this end.

Udo Wartena

West Linn, Oregon

1980

[Letter written to Senator John Glenn. A copy was given by Udo to John Dell.]

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P. URIAL

LETTER TO NICAP FROM DAN FRY

LETTER TO NICAP BY DAN FRY
(NICAP Stands for National Investigation Committee on Aerial Phenomena)

OPEN LETTER Daniel W. Fry to N.I.C.A.P.

The following letter was written to the National Investigating Committee for Aerial Phenomena by your Editor, in reply to a request for answers to a list of questions issued by N.I.C.A.P. and directed to those who have reported contact with extraterrestrials. In order that his position be understood by all concerned, Mr. Fry requested that his letter be printed in its entirety in the Nicap publication. Some five months have passed and the Editors of Nicap have been unable to find room in their publication for the letter. Therefore, in order that it become available to the public, it is being printed here.

N.I.C.A.P.

Washington, D. C.

Gentlemen:

I am writing this letter in the hope that it may clarify my position in regard to the "policy on contact claims" announced in the July issue of your publication.

In the first place, allow me to point out that I make no "claims,' nor have I ever made any. The word 'claim' implies the desire or intent upon the part of the claimant to acquire something as the result of the claim. There has never been any desire or intent upon my part to acquire anything as a result of the report which I made concerning the event which occurred at the White Sands Proving Ground. I published the report only because I felt that there might be a few people, in this country and abroad, who could benefit by the information contained therein. I believed that if there was any value in the report, that value would be recognized by discerning minds, and once recognized, it would stand upon its own feet without need for substantiation. That my belief was correct, has been demonstrated by the thousands of letters which I have received from all parts of the world, written by those who have been able to discern the value, and, in many- cases, to make practical use thereof.

At the present time, my report, which is called "The White Sands Incident" and its sequel "To Men of Earth" have been translated from the English, and are being printed in German, Spanish, Portuguese, Greek and Icelandic and are being set up for printing in Braille. In thus making available the information which I received, I have discharged the duty which was placed upon me as a result of the contact. I do not have, nor have I ever had, the slightest desire to force upon any individual or group, the realization of these beings. Those who can profit by the information are able to discern the reality without being forced, while those who are unable to discern the reality would be unable to make use of the information, and would probably be harmed rather than benefited by being forced to face the reality.

My attitude toward the U.S. Air Force investigation is as follows:

Several years ago the Air Force group which was charged with the investigation of the UFO reports, made the official statement that "In their opinion the UFO did not represent a danger to the people of the U.S." With this statement, I fully agree; and, inasmuch as the sole duty and entire purpose of the Air Force is to protect the people of the U.S. against the possibility of danger from the air, when the investigating group had made this statement they had completed their duty, and their responsibility was ended. From that moment on, they had no further right to expend public funds in the investigation of a subject which could be better assigned to The State Department, or some other agency more competent in this type of inquiry. I would never knowingly be a party to any attempt to convince the leaders of any branch of the armed services of the reality of the craft or of the existence of their operators. I cannot conceive of any agency more likely to toss a monkey wrench into the machinery of interplanetary relations.

In composing my report of the incident at White Sands, I took great care to present it in such a manner that it would immediately be dismissed as nonsense by the `military' type of mind, and yet would present all the vital information in such a. manner that its value could readily be understood by the type of mind capable of making use of it.

The Air Force has frequently stated that it does not believe that these objects exist. If this statement actually represents their opinion then I believe that this is a very fortunate situation, and one which should be allowed to continue as long as possible, or at least until we have had time to become better acquainted with our visitors.

I cannot see how any particular-purpose could be served by attempting to establish an opinion in the minds of the Investigating Board of N.I.C.A.P., particularly in view of the repeated statement that the aforesaid members already have opinions. It was also stated that their opinions would not influence the final decision. To this I can only reply that if this condition can actually be achieved, then it will be the first time in the history of mankind that such a feat has been accomplished. No juryman is ever allowed to serve upon a jury if he admits that he has already formed an opinion concerning the case.

It has always been, and will continue to be. my policy to answer to the best of my ability, any sincere question concerning the event at White Sands or anything which has come about as a result, providing that I know the answer and providing that I feel the answer may be of some benefit to him who asks. I have spoken in public many times upon the subject of the UFO and their significance, but I have never yet sought an audience. Every talk which I have ever given has been in response to the urgent request of some other person or group. I am employed as the Superintendent of Research for the Crescent Engineering and Research Co. of El Monte, a job which requires from nine to ten hours per day of my time. During the past several years I have spent a very considerable portion of the salary which I receive from this position, and all of my spare time, in the effort to be of service to my fellow man. I am perfectly content to leave the decision concerning the factuality of the White Sands Incident to the judgment of history, which, after all, has proven to be a better judge than any individual or group can ever hope to be.

As a founding member of N.I.C.A.P., I respectfully request that this statement be published, verbatim, and in its entirety, in the next issue of the UFO Investigator. In this way, my position will become known at once, both to the Investigating Board, and to the readers of our publication. With best wishes for the continued success of N.I.C.A.P.

I remain

Daniel W. Fry

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This letter was in the 1958 Understanding magazine published by Dan Fry.

P. Urial

ANGEL OR UFO

BEAUTIFUL, STRANGE UFO... OR ANGEL

Some researchers think there might be a connection between UFOs and angel sightings. They say the angels and heavenly figures encountered in the Bible might actually have been extraterrestrials. After his experience in the 1980s with "the most beautiful thing" he ever saw, Lewis L. might agree with that assessment.

It was a Saturday morning in Mariposa, California, and Lewis had to work that day. The air was freshly washed from a cool rain the night before, and the morning sky was bright with a deep blue sky and a few scattered cumulus clouds. "I was heading out to my car in the back parking lot of the apartment complex where I lived when I noticed someone kneeling next to my car," Lewis says. "This person saw me and quickly stood up holding a crowbar."

The young man was quite obviously startled by Lewis's interruption, and although Lewis sensed the boy was up to no good, it hadn't yet hit him what he was doing. Then Lewis looked through the passenger window of his car and saw that the steering wheel column had been stripped of its cover and he realized that the young man was trying to steal his car!

"I asked him what the hell he was doing," Lewis recalls. "He gave me a lame story about his friend's car being stolen last night and that my car looked like his friend's and so on. I didn't want to hear it. I told him I was going to call the police, which I did on my cell phone."

Lewis dialed 911 and gave the dispatcher the address. He told the would-be thief that the police were on their way and warned him not to leave. The boy said he would wait for the police, but Lewis could tell he was just waiting for the right moment to make a run for it. "If he did, I wasn't going to try to stop him because his adrenaline was pumping and he had that crowbar," Lewis says.

As Lewis was grilling the young man, trying to detain him, he began to notice three rather large clouds in single-file formation that were almost overhead. Then he caught a flash of something out of the corner of his eye. "Then I saw it," he says. "A shiny object exiting from the first cloud and entering the next and then coming out of that one. It was shiny, like brightly polished chrome, and moving at a good speed. I couldn't make out the shape."

By this time, Lewis was so distracted by the UFO that the punk saw his chance and took off. That's when the object entered the last cloud. From there it was nothing but open sky. "When it emerged, my life changed," Lewis says.

"There against the richness of the blue sky was a silvery shape that seemed to have arms and legs! It was so beautiful to look at. At the same time, it had the appearance of metal. It looked like some kind of ship with a strange design. The best way I can describe it is it looked like silverware in the design of the stick man children draw. It was huge, moving fast and made no noise. As it sailed overhead, some of the limbs would move up and down, giving the impression of being alive - a living entity! It made a couple of rolls, reflecting the sun in every direction - just beautiful... oh my god, beautiful!

"As it started to fade away from my view, I found myself short of breath and with tears running down my cheeks. It had that much of an effect on me. I began thinking maybe that's what an angel looks like. Maybe not!"

P. Urial

ANU

ANU

In July 2006 I read the transcript of someone by the initial “Z”. He was telling about his past with the government where he taught remote viewing. Since he retired he decided to give it a go himself. Before he had not experienced it, only taught the method. What happened had significance to me and opened my eyes. Recently I read a transcript that verified what he saw while remote viewing or out of body. It was hard to determine which.

The following is a transcript of one of his experiences:

ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO OBE “THE POWERS THAT BE.” TARGET - George Bush, Sr.

I couldn’t sleep. I’ve spent the last couple hours typing up what I could remember. I just had an experience that couldn’t compare to all the experiences in my life wrapped up into a few moments. I was successful this night. But now I am disturbed beyond belief.

Last night, after another hot bath, I decided to try to have another fully conscious OBE. I wanted to go to bed early this time before I got too tired and fell asleep. But here it is. My long drawn out experience I had tonight. Its long, bear with me, but I felt it necessary to record this as I don’t know what will come next.

....I decided to take another hot bath. The Epsom salts and wraps help clear any energy blockages that I have, and will prepare me mentally for an astral trip. I meditate gently while in the bath, to relax every part of my body.

Once I exit, I feel like I weigh a ton, and I quickly towel off, and head to bed. I am in a very relaxed state, but mentally I am not tired. ... As soon as I began my meditation techniques I could feel my energy body just itching to break free. I felt a tug at my leg, and next thing I knew I was out of my body!

I look up and there is one of my guides Rudo. He was waiting for me to go to sleep. He had yanked me out of my body! I was disoriented, and then remembered what to do to focus myself and energy to be more conscious. He had to have had a good reason to yank me out of my body. He had only done this once before during a crisis when a love one was dying.

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 Anunnaki. 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. You can see when they look at you with their inner eyelids open. Like a cat with a flashlight in their face or a deer in headlights. Most people can get this effect too, but not as intense and it gives the look that their eyes glow red. Some people have seen them as shadow people with red eyes in the dark. It seems to be a natural ability to see in the dark and into other dimensions. 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 Company but that is another story.

At least that is what I have been able to piece together. Of course I could be wrong on this. Nobody knows exactly, but maybe some of these human minions who serve these masters may know more.

Here was my chance to find out.

I raised more energy and told him I was good to go. He said that we had to phase into a higher reality and look in on them from outside the RTZ (Real Time Zone). This was sort of like looking at them from outside the fish bowl. It would be harder to see and hear things from there, but we could put our ear to the wall so to speak. He held my hand and a flash of light went before my eyes. Next thing I knew I could see a shimmering pool of water below us. Inside the room was none other than George H. W. Bush, Sr. My guide said to stick my face into the pool, or my consciousness so to speak. I felt this membrane on my energy body as it vibrated and I could see and hear what was going on in the room.

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 family and military memorabilia. George Bush Sr., was with a woman, who was serving him something that 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 was shocked so much I said “wow!”. Immediately George Sr. Turned his head upward and glared directly at me!!

I jumped back and pulled my head out of the pool. I freaked out. I said “he can’t see us can he?”

Rudo said “No. God can look down through all planes of existence. He can see all the way down into what you call hell. But those in the lower planes can only see up a couple levels or dimensions. Humans in the material plane cannot see past the first few planes upward. But that is only the most developed human beings though. The most spiritually developed for good or evil. You yourself are starting to be able to see through the veil, but you still need more time.”

“What you call Fallen Angels were cast down into the material plane and lower. They have lost their ability to reach past the kingdom level. But they can still move between the lower planes. We are in the Kingdom level. They cannot see us. They are forbidden by God. But we can see all that is below. Much higher up you have what is called Heaven. There are 12 dimensions, and the thirteenth is God.”

All I could say was “wow” again. I was relieved that he set my mind at ease.

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 men 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. (Giants?) 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 “Anu” 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. (Could that be what Swine Flu vaccinations are all about?)

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 CONTINUE 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 thousands 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. This is 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 you from this. (Dead microbiologists?) 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.”

He turned in the doorway, and with an evil smile, he said “We must make war by the end of next....” I woke up. I heard the doorbell wake me up from sleep.

AND FROM ANOTHER SOURCE

ANU

Acronyms

IUS - Interdimensional Universe Structure

MPG - Money-Power-Grid

GSSC - God-Spirit-Soul Complex

HMS - Human Mind System

SBL - Sensory Bi-Location

GMS - Genetic Manipulation System


Genetic Manipulation System (GMS) – This system was an outgrowth of various interdimensional races working to create a suitable instrument for accessing the physical world. It was Anu who specifically wanted to not only access the physical world in order to exploit its resources, but to do so by suppressing the infinite beings that would power the human instruments so he had the equivalent of willing slaves. Yes, infinite beings can be suppressed into finite beings when they are subjected to HMS. In the course of engineering the human instrument, it was decided to create GMS as a means to modify the human instrument over time, as it evolved, to ensure it would never achieve self-realization or the Sovereign Integral state of awareness. The state of satori, nirvana, cosmic consciousness, enlightenment, and rapture were all different names for heightened states within the GSSC, which was still within the HMS domain, but these became checkpoints that triggered GMS interventions. The true state of the Sovereign Integral – even after death of the human instrument – was never realized by a member of the human family until very recently.

Human beings are both dimensional and interdimensional. First Source is all of us. It is the Collective Us. It is not a God living in some distant pocket of the universe. First Source is the Human Collective unencumbered with the HMS. First Source divided itself into individualized expressions – us. In the beginning, we inhabited dimensions that were not material, but existed at quantum levels of time and space. However, as the dimensions grew in density through the expansion of creation (our creation), we, as individualized, interdimensional beings, were seduced to enter the human body. This seduction was a co-conspiracy of forces led by Anu, the King of the Anunnaki, who required enslaved workers to mine the physical gold that was present on Earth in abundance. Those beings we now consider the Atlanteans, were interdimensional living upon Earth, and Anu, with great cunning, convinced them to embody in human instruments.

This embodiment was a grand experiment in human engineering, and the Human Mind System (HMS) was at the core of this project. Anu realized that the only way to enslave the Atlanteans was to sheath them in a mind system that would reduce their capacity to express their true nature, and instead, express the programs embedded within the HMS. These programs were the creation of Anu and his scientists.

The Anunnaki created the HMS in order to consign the Sovereign Integral – the true Self that is infinite and eternal – into a prison of conjured illusions and deceptions. So the human instrument was fitted with HMS and the Sovereign Integral was placed within it as the life force, that which powered the human instrument. An aspect of GSSC was the program we call the fear of death, the fear of separation, the fear of non-existence.

It was this fear, so powerfully felt by humans, that gave rise to the construct of a separate God, from which a separate Spirit filled the universe, and from which we were all created in separation. Whether one arrives to God through religion or spirituality, does not matter, it is the same effect of appeasing the fear of death within the individual just as the program specified. In effect, Anu, the King of Anunnaki, positioned himself to be God of the human world.
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And there you have it, you now know who visited George G.W. Bush Sr. and told him what to do or else!


(The second part was taken from the Wingmakers)

THE FLYING CANOES

Legend of the Paiute Indians

from Disorganization Website

recovered through WayBackMachine Website

The author of the following story is a Navajo Indian. He revealed this tribal secret which he learned from the Paiute Indians, who inhabit the Mojave of California.

This native American, who went by the name Oga-Make, related the following account in appreciation for a story on the Navajo which appeared in the Spring of 1948 in a magazine which was carrying numerous articles on the mysterious "signs" or "fires" in the skies which were causing an enormous amount of confusion and debate during that same year, as well as the years following.

The article on the Navajo nation, which appeared in an earlier issue, told of the suffering that their tribe had gone through during past winter seasons, and encouraged the readership to send goods and supplies to help them through the upcoming winter of '48-'49, which many of them did.

In appreciation of this, Oga-Make related the following 'legend' which told of the secret history of the Americas which ran it's course, possibly thousands of years before white men set their foot en masse upon it's shores:

"...Most of you who read this are probably white men of a blood only a century or two out of Europe. You speak in your papers of the Flying Saucers or Mystery Ships as something new, and strangely typical of the twentieth century. How could you but think otherwise? Yet if you had red skin, and were of a blood which had been born and bred of the land for untold thousands of years, you would know this is not true. You would know that your ancestors living in these mountains and upon these prairies for numberless generations, had seen these ships before, and had passed down the story in the legends which are the unwritten history of your people. You do not believe? Well, after all, why should you? But knowing your scornful unbelief, the storytellers of my people have closed their lips in bitterness against the outward flow of this knowledge.

"Yet, I have said to the storytellers this: now that the ships are being seen again, is it wise that we, the elder race, keep our knowledge to ourselves? Thus for me, an American Indian, some of the sages among my people have talked, and if you care to, I shall permit you to sit down with us and listen.

"Let us say that it is dusk in that strange place which you, the white-man, calls 'Death Valley.' I have passed tobacco... to the aged chief of the Paiutes who sits across a tiny fire from me and sprinkles corn meal upon the flames...

"The old chief looked like a wrinkled mummy as he sat there puffing upon his pipe. Yet his eyes were not those of the unseeing, but eyes which seemed to look back on long trails of time. His people had held the Inyo, Panamint and Death Valleys for untold centuries before the coming of the white-man. Now we sat in the valley which white-man named for Death, but which the Paiute calls Tomesha—The Flaming Land. Here before me as I faced eastward, the Funerals (mountains forming Death Valley's eastern wall) were wrapped in purple-blue blankets about their feet while their faces were painted in scarlet. Behind me, the Panamints rose like a mile-high wall, dark against the sinking sun.

"The old Paiute smoked my tobacco for a long time before he reverently blew the smoke to the four directions. Finally he spoke.

"'You ask me if we heard of the great silver airships in the days before white-man brought his wagon trains into the land?'

"'Yes grandfather, I come seeking knowledge.' (Among all tribes of my people, grandfather is the term of greatest respect which one man can pay to another.)

"'We, the Paiute Nation, have known of these ships for untold generations. We also believe that we know something of the people who fly them. They are called The Hav-musuvs.'

"'Who are the Hav-musuvs?'

"'They are a people of the Panamints, and they are as ancient as Tomesha itself.'

"He smiled a little at my confusion.

"'You do not understand? Of course not. You are not a Paiute. Then listen closely and I will lead you back along the trail of the dim past.

"'When the world was young, and this valley which is now dry, parched desert, was a lush, hidden harbor of a blue water- sea which stretched from half way up those mountains to the Gulf of California, it is said that the Hav-musuvs came here in huge rowing-ships. They found great caverns in the Panamints, and in them they built one of their cities. At that time California was the island which the Indians of that state told the Spanish it was, and which they marked so on their maps.

"'Living in their hidden city, the Hav-musuvs ruled the sea with their fast rowing-ships, trading with far-away peoples and bringing strange goods to the great quays said still to exist in the caverns.

"'Then as untold centuries rolled past, the climate began to change. The water in the lake went down until there was no longer a way to the sea. First the way was broken only by the southern mountains, over the tops of which goods could be carried. But as time went by, the water continued to shrink, until the day came when only a dry crust was all that remained of the great blue lake. Then the desert came, and the Fire-God began to walk across Tomesha, The Flaming-Land.

"'When the Hav-musuvs could no longer use their great rowing-ships, they began to think of other means to reach the world beyond. I suppose that is how it happened. We know that they began to use flying canoes. At first they were not large, these silvery ships with wings. They moved with a slight whirring sound, and a dipping movement, like an eagle.

"'The passing centuries brought other changes. Tribe after tribe swept across the land, fighting to possess it for awhile and passing like the storm of sand. In their mountain city still in the caverns, the Hav-musuvs dwelt in peace, far removed from the conflict. Sometimes they were seen in the distance, in their flying ships or riding on the snowy-white animals which took them from ledge to ledge up the cliffs. We have never seen these strange animals at any other place. To these people the passing centuries brought only larger and larger ships, moving always more silently.'

"'Have you ever seen a Hav-musuv?'

"'No, but we have many stories of them. There are reasons why one does not become too curious.'

"'Reasons?'

"'Yes. These strange people have weapons. One is a small tube which stuns one with a prickly feeling like a rain of cactus needles. One cannot move for hours, and during this time the mysterious ones vanish up the cliffs. The other weapon is deadly. It is a long, silvery tube. When this is pointed at you, death follows immediately.'

"'But tell me about these people. What do they look like and how do they dress?'

"'They are a beautiful people. Their skin is a golden tint, and a head band holds back their long dark hair. They dress always in a white fine-spun garment which wraps around them and is draped upon one shoulder. Pale sandals are worn upon their feet...'

"His voice trailed away in a puff of smoke. The purple shadows rising up the walls of the Funerals splashed like the waves of the ghost lake. The old man seemed to have fallen into a sort of trance, but I had one more question.

"'Has any Paiute ever spoken to a Hav-musuv, or were the Paiutes here when the great rowing-ships first appeared?'

"For some moments I wondered if he had heard me. Yet as is our custom, I waited patiently for the answer. Again he went through the ritual of the smoke-breathing to the four directions, and then his soft voice continued:

"'Yes. Once in the not-so-distant-past, but yet many generations before the coming of the Spanish, a Paiute chief lost his bride by sudden death. In his great and overwhelming grief, he thought of the Hav-musuvs and their long tube-of-death. He wished to join her, so he bid farewell to his sorrowing people and set off to find the Hav-musuvs. None appeared until the chief began to climb the almost unscalable Panamints. Then one of the men in white appeared suddenly before him with the long tube, and motioned him back. The chief made signs that he wished to die, and came on. The man in white made a long singing whistle and other Hav-musuvs appeared. They spoke together in a strange tongue and then regarded the chief thought- fully. Finally they made signs to him making him understand that they would take him with them.

"'Many weeks after his people had mourned him for dead, the Paiute chief came back to his camp. He had been in the giant underground valley of the Hav-musuvs, he said, where white lights which burn night and day and never go out, or need any fuel, lit an ancient city of marble beauty. There he learned the language and the history of the mysterious people, giving them in turn the language and legends of the Paiutes. He said that he would have liked to remain there forever in the peace and beauty of their life, but they bade him return and use his new knowledge for his people.'

"I could not help but ask the inevitable.

"'Do you believe this story of the chief?'

"His eyes studied the wisps of smoke for some minutes before he answered.

"'I do not know. When a man is lost in Tomesha, and the Fire-God is walking across the salt crust, strange dreams like clouds, fog through his mind. No man can breathe the hot breath of the Fire-God and long remain sane. Of course, the Paiutes have thought of this. No people knows the moods of Tomesha better than they.

"'You asked me to tell you the legend of the flying ships. I have told you what the young men of the tribe do not know, for they no longer listen to the stories of the past. Now you ask me if I believe. I answer this. Turn around. Look behind you at that wall of the Panamints. How many giant caverns could open there, being hidden by the lights and shadows of the rocks? How many could open outward or inward and never be seen behind the arrow-like pinnacles before them? How many ships could swoop down like an eagle from the beyond, on summer nights when the fires of the furnace-sands have closed away the valley from the eyes of the white-man? How many Hav-musuvs could live in their eternal peace away from the noise of white-man's guns in their unscaleable stronghold? This has always been a land of mystery. Nothing can change that. Not even white-man with his flying engines, for should they come too close to the wall of the Panamints a sharp wind like the flying arrow can sheer off a wing. Tomesha hides its secrets well even in winter, but no man can pry into them when the Fire-God draws the hot veil of his breath across the passes.

"'I must still answer your question with my mind in doubt, for we speak of a weird land. White-man does not yet know it as well as the Paiutes, and we have ever held it in awe. It is still the forbidden 'Tomesha—Land-Of-The-Flaming-Earth.'"

Coincidentally or not, this same 'legend' was repeated in amazing similarity by an old prospector by the name of Bourke Lee in his book "DEATH VALLEY MEN" (Macmillan Co., New York, 1932). However, Lee stated that it was NOT a legend, but an actual account of the discovery of a (now abandoned) city WITHIN the Panamint Mountains as he heard it from three other people who claimed to have seen this ancient wonder beneath the earth.

Additional Information

Lost City of the Dead in the Grand Canyon

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vida_alien/alien_races03a.htm

Sent in by Cam T. Thank you very much!

P. URIAL

CROP CIRCLES, WILBUR, WASHINGTON

While I was on vacation over in Grand Coulee, Washington in July the local paper came out on July 22. I was amazed to see an article about crop circles since that little paper only comes out on Wednesdays! The very day I was there! I imagine a lot of you have heard about the crop circles but if you haven't here is the story from "The Star" from Grand Coulee, Washington.

FARMER DISCOVERS CROP CIRCLES
By Roger S. Lucas

There are some new crop circles near Wilbur.

The circles were discovered last Thursday evening by Craig Haden when he was out checking out one of his wheat fields, he said.

At first, Haden found three circles, one large one and two smaller ones.

Then Friday evening his son, Brady, discovered three more circles adjacent to the three discovered earlier.

The circles are located two miles east of Wilbur and south of US 2, in a remote area of Haden's 100-acre wheat field.

You can't see the circles from the road unless you go out in the evening when shadows give you a brief outline of the larger circle.

Brady drove a reporter to the circles in his pickup truck Saturday morning. It took about 15 minutes to get to them from the road. The wheat lays flattened in a counter-clockwise direction, and the three circles discovered Friday are difficult to see from the other three, though not that far away.

The larger circle, 120 feet across, has another circle inside it, creating a ring. Of the two closer small circles, one is like the larger circle. In the third, the entire circle of wheat is laid tight upon the ground.

Brady thinks some kids are responsible. However, he is the first to admit that he doesn't know how they got into the field, made the circles without leaving a single footprint, or bending over one stalk of wheat.

It's not the first time Wilbur has been in the news for crop circles. Two years ago circles appeared on the Jim Llewellyn farm off Bagdad Road.

This time the circles are in a very remote place. You'd have to know where they are to find them, and then you'd need permission from the Hadens to go out into the field.

Brady measured the large circle. The ring swatch is nine feet wide with the wheat bent over right at ground level.

"When my dad first saw the circles, he called me on his cell phone and told me to get out there," Brady said. "We couldn't find a trace of a footprint, or any place where the wheat was knocked over from someone walking or driving over it."

"We got a call from someone from a UFO outfit the other evening," Brady added.

The circles will be there for another two or three weeks. That's about the time the field will be ready to harvest, Brady noted.

LAKE DISAPPEARS

Thanks to Ted for sending this to me.

BIG LAKE DISAPPEARS OVER NIGHT IN CHILE
( BLAMED UFOS FOR IT IN THE NEWS)

A large lake in Chile disappeared overnight, leaving in its place a giant pit 30 meters deep, but placed in dry soil, reported a head of the National Forestry Corporation (CONAF) . It is believed that extraterrestrials or UFOS took the water..because there has been reports of UFOs sucking up the water in the lake..besides this area being a bed for UFOs

Conaf requested help from geologists to find out what happened to the lake, located some 2 thousand kilometers southeast of Santiago, the National Park Huemules, as the regional body's chief, Juan Jose Romero, who said that the professionals visit the area in 10 days.

The disappearance of the lake was discovered last May 27, but was informed on Wednesday.

Romero said that a patrol of five officers Conaf in a usual route, monthly, found that the ice of various sizes and does not float over the year in the waters of the lake, but were deposited at the bottom of a large crater.

"They found the huge surprise that the lake had simply disappeared. And we're not talking about a small lake, but rather big and the icebergs that had the lake were usually there, but stranded in the dry bed of what was lake and the disappeared overnight, "Romero told.

He said "the icebergs were quite large and are still there in the dry bottom of what was once the lake," said Romero.

At the lake had no fish because it was water of glacial origin.

The official added that in the bottom of the pit there are huge cracks or cracks. "We do not know what happened, everybody speculates," he said.

But not only the lake disappeared, but a flowing river that flows into the lake, today is nothing more than a simple stream.

"You can walk through," said Romero. The river was about 40 meters wide and about six or seven miles long.

http://www.disclose.tv/viewvideo/27462/BIG_LAKE_DISAPPEARS_OVER_NIGHT_IN_CHILE/