UFOs, et al

IVAN IS TAKEN TO SEVERAL PLANETS

2012-02-16T08:37:00.000-08:00

Location, Donetsk, Ukraine

Date: February 1990 Time: 0115A

The witness, a 68-year old pensioner named Ivan Nikanorovish who lived alone in a house at the edge of a large meadow. He woke up one night when his dogs began to bark furiously. He got up from bed, dressed and went outside. In the yard he noticed several very tall "people" about 3 meters in height. Upon seeing the figures the terrified Nikanorovish attempted to run but fell to the ground. Soon he fell under apparently hypnotic control of the "aliens" and began walking towards them, leaving his house and poultry pens unlocked. As they walked in the garden next to the kitchen the aliens spoke among themselves in strange squeaking sounds resembling that of dolphins.

At the end of the garden the witness saw a round object, shiny as the moon and about 12 meters high and 8-10 meters in diameter. The witness was so frightened that he did not notice any details on the object. Entering into the craft by ladder, he could see that the craft was bluish in color. Inside the craft he noticed a strong "violet" smell.

When he first saw the aliens standing near his picket fence they were wearing spacesuits but as they entered the spaceship their suits were automatically peeled off. Nikanorovish saw two males and two females wearing sports style suits, made out of a strong wrinkle free material. The alien faces were human-like, but their noses were flat and protruded downwards. They had no bridge for their noses. Their eyes were large, round with eyebrows, they had small mouths and ears smaller than those of humans. Fine, sparse hair covered their heads. The faces of the female aliens were beautiful, with grayish color skin and short-cropped hair.

Two alien females approached the witness, took his clothes off, and examined him thoroughly. When they touched him he felt as if their bodies were the same makeup as those of humans. They had five fingers on each hand. Still, the witness felt mortal fear, afraid that he was going to be taken away forever and not survive their "experiments." The aliens examined him, listened to his heartbeat, etc. Soon the aliens placed some metal clasps on his body that emitted clicking sounds. The witness could see red dots or lights appearing on the instruments in the room. Most of the clamps were placed on his fingers and then they measured the volume of his legs, chest. Soon they placed what appeared to be electrodes on his chest, (EKG?) he could see on a circle-shaped device his internal organs. The aliens did not place any instruments on his head.

When the medical examination was over they dressed him and by gestures made him exit the craft. In the meantime the aliens communicated among themselves in high-pitched timbre voices.
The doors of the spacecraft opened and Nikanorovich was descending down the ladder when the aliens pulled him up by his shirt collar and back into the spacecraft.

Resigned to his fate Nikanorovich was led into a room with a couch like object, where he sat down. Moments later he felt the spacecraft apparently rising slowly from the ground. They invited him to come and look out an oval-shaped window and he saw the earth from a very high altitude with thousands of small specks of lights scattered beneath, apparently cities. But the whole marvelous panorama vanished in a few seconds. They were flying in space at an unbelievable speed, but strangely no one in the room felt any affects. He was able to stand up and walk about the room.

In the room he could see what appeared to be a main control console with two screens on one of the walls. One screen was about 3 x 5 meters, the second smaller. The craft seemed to approach many planets (probably in our Solar System), and in minutes the small dots in space suddenly transformed themselves into huge bodies in the sky. He could see all this on the large screen that seemed to be more active than the other one.

He saw a container with transparent liquid, which tasted like ordinary water. They explained to him by gestures what buttons to press if he would like to have a drink. At this point Ivan's fear had vanished, as he realized that the aliens meant no harm and apparently had good intentions. Gradually, he began examining everything around him with interest. Besides the main control panel in the room there was another panel in the room where the male aliens constantly sat around. He could see many devices installed on the walls and on the ceiling. Most of the equipment was covered with "panels" which moved aside as any of the alien crew attempted to check something on it.

All the rooms inside the spacecraft emitted an even bluish light, and some buttons and levers shone so brightly that it was difficult to look at them.

Ivan was amazed by a meteor "catching" system on board the alien craft, when they encountered huge rocks in space the craft was able to evade them easily while the smaller rocks were collected in a special container that opened and closed automatically. During the flight, Ivan counted five such captured "meteorites". Most of the flight Ivan remained in that one room, but he was allowed to visit other areas in the craft, even the special crew compartments.

At one point he fell asleep and was suddenly awakened by one of the aliens and was called over to one of the screens. On the screen Ivan could see an endless desert with many scattered rocks and deep craters and fissures on the ground. Apparently that was the first planet he saw. They passed by it at high speed without touching down.

He sat down on the 'couch' and soon sensed the spacecraft smoothly landing. The aliens then placed a spacesuit on Ivan, which was completely hermetical with many tubes jutting out from it. Three windows were present on the suit for viewing purposes. The aliens had spacesuits of a different design, with one glassy window-like opening. Ivan moved out following the aliens thinking that they wanted to leave him there.

Outside Ivan could see small humanoids, standing in a meadow and by a river. These small humanoids were not afraid and did not run away. The faces of the little men were round, good looking and child-like. Their bodies were covered by fuzzy hair and they had wing-like protrusions on their backs, commensurate to their height. Their maximum height was about 1:20m. Their wings were feather-like, slightly tilted upwards. They had doll-like faces. Their color was mostly white with brown patches. These small entities also possessed hands besides the wings, and legs. However none of them were flying as Ivan arrived, they were walking near the river. Ivan watched the strange humanoids for a while until he was guided back into the spacecraft by the aliens.

While on the spacecraft Ivan felt rejuvenated and energized, he moved around easily and his chronic leg pain had completely vanished. When it was time to eat the aliens invited Ivan to a table where two alien females and a male were sitting. The food was prepared by the females, which consisted of many tasty dishes inside cans, plates, etc. The food was very tasty and resembled terrestrial cuisine. All meals ended with very tasty drinks. After eating Ivan felt drowsy and sat and rested on the couch.

He visited a second and third planet which was very rocky, with stones resembling gold silver and precious stones that covered its surface. The aliens again put a spacesuit on Ivan before walking onto the planet's surface. He did not see any living creatures on these planets. Ivan thought that possibly this planet was used as a source for the aliens to build their spacecraft. He did not touch anything on the surface.

Their stop on the planet was very short and soon they continued their flight until Ivan was again called to the control room where he saw a new planet, entirely covered by water. He then sat on the sofa again and some time later the aliens called on Ivan to come to the screen again where he saw a surface covered with smoke and fire and was difficult to discern.

They soon landed (twice) on a fifth planet where Ivan saw terrible sights and thought that if humans did not change their ways this type of future was awaiting them. Ivan saw a destructed city without a living soul around. He saw numerous bones scattered around. None of the houses had any doors or window and there was no bush or blade of grass around. He also saw the bones of great huge animals no less than 5 elephants in size.

Later they again landed twice on a sixth planet, which was a complete opposite of the previous one. They exited the spacecraft without donning the spacesuits. Ivan was surrounded by indescribable beauty, dense forests, rivers and a sea visible afar. He could see many animals but no people. He thought that maybe this planet was like a "farm" for the aliens. So Ivan asked "Do you have animals resembling those we have on earth?" He was told that they had animals similar to the ones on earth but also many with substantial differences.

The next planet, number 7, was the alien's home planet. The alien females exited the spacecraft there and Ivan did not see them again. He was accompanied by only the two alien males. On the alien planet Ivan felt youthful and agile and was easy for him to walk. The smell of lilac was present in the air similar to the smell on board the spacecraft.

At first the aliens led Ivan into what they called a church or place of worship. Inside the church he saw several elderly men standing side by side with young men. He could hear a chime and a loud melodic chorus singing. All seemed to be praying. The church appeared remotely like a terrestrial church.

But the living quarters or buildings were radically different from those on earth. All buildings were topped with cupolas. Every resident of the planet had its own flying apparatuses. Ivan did not see any other kind of transportation there. The inhabitants only used their flying machines for long journeys and enjoyed walking more.

Everything on the planet was beautiful and well groomed. Everywhere Ivan went he was greeted with calm restraint, there was no apparent excitement. All the humanoids on the planet were tall, about 3 meters in height. He felt like a Lilliputian among them. He received the impression that the average lifespan in the world was very long, but that they eventually perished.

Ivan was then taken to a beautiful cemetery. He also noticed a common practice among the aliens, one that consisted of each one giving each other food gifts. He was given a big beautiful fruit resembling an apple. He attempted to hide this apple-like fruit and bring it back to earth as proof but the aliens did not permit it. He was made to eat it in view of them.

After church Ivan was taken on an excursion to a "milk-production" plant. There he saw mountains of what looked like cheese and butter. At this plant only one alien seemed to be in charge by pressing certain buttons, the rest was done automatically.

After a short visit Ivan was brought back to the spacecraft, which was still at the same location. While returning back to earth, the spacecraft performed a short stop. They left the ship clad in spacesuits and appeared in a place enveloped by a dense fog. Through the haze Ivan could see bright white lights all around their unknown source.

Later when he entered the craft he heard someone calling his name. The sound was very clearly heard through the helmet of his spacesuit. He turned around and saw his two sisters, both who had died many years before, Zina and Nadya. They both looked very young. They gave Ivan pastry and guiding by their hands took him aside where they told him that his father and grandparent still lived. Ivan wanted to go and look at his relatives but his alien guides did not permit him to do that. Ivan also saw his neighbor who had died recently. He appeared to be carrying some pieces of wood or boards. The figures of his sisters seemed semi-transparent but upon touching them they felt like normal humans. They had normal colored pink skin. Ivan then asked where his mother was. They then told him that they had taken great offense towards her since she never came to visit their grave in the cemetery. They added that she had been taken somewhere else as a form of temporary punishment. Ivan then saw a large beautiful meadow where his father and grandfather were pasturing sheep. At this moment the meeting with his dead relatives was over, the aliens did not allow Ivan to have a detailed conversation with his "dead" sisters.

From there he was taken straight home. When the spacecraft silently landed Ivan at first thought that they had landed on another planet, but as soon as the hatch opened he noticed his native country immediately. They then brought him to the same place he was originally taken from. Ivan does not remember how he got back home but without realizing how, the aliens were already gone.

Later Ivan noticed that the snow had melted in the place where the spacecraft had landed, and a dark spot approximately 3 meters in diameter was visible. For three days after "returning" Ivan did not eat anything, and became very ill. His whole body ached, including his muscles. He remained in that state for a long time. At one point he thought he was going to die. In a month he developed a severe itch on his skin.

SOURCE:
Gennady Y. Leszshenko, "At the Edge of the Unknown or What is Behind the Curtain" Donetsk 1994

COMMENT:
By far the most incredible story out of the former Soviet Union in that incredible year of 1990. For a simple Russian peasant it was almost totally impossible to imagine something as fantastic as this story. Apparently the author personally investigated this case.
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This report is courtesy of Albert Rosales, Humanoid Sighting Reports.

ALTERNATIVE THREE

2012-02-12T07:20:00.000-08:00

BEING ON MARS

How many have heard of Alternative Three in the present day? When it happened it was a huge mystery - and still is. I am going to bring you up to date by this article written by Bill Nelson.
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Prior to 1979 and the airing of the original Alternative Three documentary by Spectra Television, I had already gathered much of the material in this book and knew that there was more going on in space than the public was being told.

The hour-long TV show, devised by David Ambrose and Christopher Miles; written by Ambrose and produced by Miles was a shocker because it maintained that the US and Russia, presumably England as well, had been working together in space for many years before the historic Apollo shots to the moon

I first viewed the film as rebroadcast by the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation several months after the original showing via BBC in Great Britain. It was at this point that I realized that I was not alone in my belief that a gigantic conspiracy among the nations of this planet existed and that a determined attempt to save some portion of Homo Sapiens from extinction actually was in progress.

Had the program been just another speculative science-fiction effort I would have been pleased that other writers had enough perception and imagination to come up with a plausible hypothesis based on facts that for the most part are common knowledge.

Instead, I was dumbfounded, because the hour-long vehicle for Alternative Three was not science-fiction theater, but Science Report, a 60-minute documentary aired frequently dealing only with orthodox scientific subjects. Even to think of the producers of Science Report coming on with a science-fiction or Orson Welles Mars-scare-type-of presentation was as ridiculous as Walter Cronkite narrating J.R.R. Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings” as historic fact.

Alternative Three was presented as a straight-forward documentary that I believed then to be factual and know now to be revelation of only part of the truth as known to the producers at Anglia Television.

For those of you who did not see the show a brief rundown on what it portrayed is necessary.

It began with the narrator, a familiar figure to watchers of Science Report, saying that as originally conceived the program was to examine the causes behind Great Britian’s “Brain Drain,” the exodus of many scientifically trained persons to other parts of the world.

He stated that the original purpose was defeated because of the “difficulty of obtaining information” of the scientists who had gone elsewhere. He cited as an example one Dr. Ann Clark, a scientist who had been interviewed shortly before her departure for the then planned “Brain Drain” documentary. In the interview, Dr. Clark was reticent to talk and said little other than that she had decided to leave England for another position.

Some weeks later, her expensive rented car was found parked at Heathrow Airport, where presumably Dr. Clark left it to take a plane to another country, but all efforts to find out which plane and to where, failed.

The disappearances of two other scientists, Robert Patterson and Brien Pendlebury were also described. In the case of Pendlebury, he supposedly had gone to Australia to work and his parents had received letters and photographs from him. However, when a former school chum, vacationing in Australia, attempted to locate him at the address he had been using no one there had ever heard of him.

In all, Anglia Television researchers discovered that at least 5 top scientists apparently disappeared without a trace. Beween 1963 and 1975, the year that Dr. Clark vanished, more than four million persons had left Great Britain, about one-third of them from the professional and managerial levels of British Society. (Editor’s Note: In the last years over 85 scientists have come up missing in addition to the 25 missing in GB. P. Urial)

Something sinister was going on and the producers were certain that the vanishing scientists were not reappearing behind the Iron Curtain. Where were they going? With little material to go on, the “Brain Drain” was shelved.

Meanwhile, a separate drama was unfolding. Dr. William Valentine, a noted British scientist returned to England from the United States where he had been working with NASA. With him he brought a computer tape that was to play a prominent part in the Alternative Three proram which was later to be produced.

Dr. Valentine died in a car crash while motoring from his home to London. His death was written off by the press as an accident, although there was some question at the time as to why the press photographers were only allowed to take one photograph, at a distance, of the wrecked vehicle.

As reconstruced later from interviews with a newspaper editor and Dr. Valentine’s widow, his death became highly suspicious.

It was learned that on the day of his death he had received a call from an American associate in the US that agitated him considerably. From his home he called the newspaper editor and told him that he was coming to London that night with very important information and had to see him as quickly as he could get to London.

Dr. Valentine then gave his wife a parcel, addressed to the same individual that he had called, and convinced her that it had to be mailed that day; a request with which she complied.

Dr. Valentine died before he could keep his rendezvous. The editor received what turned out to be a computer tape. When put on a computer, however, it was a meaningless garble of sound and image.

Some time later, the TV studio received a call from an individual who identified himself as an American just arrived in England. He told the producers that he knew why Valentine had been killed and said that he would meet with them and tell them why.

The meeting of a reporter and the American “agent” was captured on TV tape and the brief conversation recorded by hidden microphone. The agent said that it was too dangerous to talk in public and that the reporter and his cameraman were to come to a certain address in London the following morning, then he ran off, seemingly in a panic.

On the following morning the camera man and reporter arrived at the house as instructed and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a young woman who at first refused to let them in. But British reporters are not too easily disuaded and despite protests they got in, with a camera recording all of this.

At the head of the stairs, the crew went into what appeared to be a bedroom where in the camera lights, a much bedraggled and almost incoherent ‘agent” was lying on a bed. As they came into the room, he started swearing at them, shouting at them to get the “hell out of here and leave me alone.” He struck the camerman and the crew retreated. The man seemed to have been drugged and severely beaten.

When the crew returned the next day, they found the house deserted without a clue as to where the couple had gone.

With Dr. Valentine now in the mystery, the producers followed the leads so far uncovered and interviewed Mrs. Valentine (Lady Valentine) and through her they located the newspaper editor and the mysterious tape. They had no better results with the tape. It had been what seemed to be “space garbage.”

The leads petered out, then later they were contacted by the woman who had opened the door for the camera crew. She told them that “Harry” had given her something that would unlock the key to the Valentine tape. They met with her and obtained a printed circuit board and the instructions, relayed through her, ‘that this thing’ would fit in a specific type of computer. Research revealed that this was the type of computer used at NASA. Further research revealed that there was in England a similar computer and the studio obtained permission to use it.

As recorded in the documentary, the tape turned out to be a recording of TV camera coverage from an unmanned space probe sent to Mars.

For about 10 minutes, documentary viewers saw the landscape of Mars reeling by beneath the probe, red rolling hills, with some greenery and no moon-like craters. In the background, as recorded on this NASA tape, are the voices of scientists commenting on what they were seeing as the probe visual was being recorded.

At the end of the probe tape, the vehicle settled to the surface of Mars, one of its tripod legs showing in the foreground. As the probe settles to earth and the leg digs into the soil, something big, like a six-foot-long earthworm, wiggles away from the contact, pushing up the earth for its passage.

And in the background one of the original viewers is heard to comment, “My God, this is the biggest thing since the coming of Christ, there’s life on Mars.”

The producers including this tape is their reawakened documentary are faced with a dilemma. How can this be Mars, when the tape showed no craters and all of the pictures released previously by NASA showed hundreds of craters very similar to those found on the moon. Their conclusion was that instead of releasing the real pictures of Mars, NASA had released previously un-released photos taken from the Apollo missions.

This possibility is given some credence by an American manufacturer of space hardware who adds the comment that when he saw the purported “Mars photos” the first time, he wondered why they had been shot with a narrow angle lens rather than with the wide angle lens usually associated with the Ranger missions.

(And the reader at this point is thinking to himself, “hmmm, this chapter is pretty nebulous, why doesn’t he use names, full names?”)

It’s a good question and I’ll take this opportunity to answer it. Bear in mind that I saw this documentary some time ago and CBC, which makes recordings of everything it airs, somehow didn’t tape this particular documentary.

I taped it on an ordinary tape recorder and jealously guarded the tape because I wanted the information it contained for this book, which I was then in the process of writing.

At the time, I was living with my father, now deceased, in an apartment in Niagra Falls. We had in the neighborhood, apparently, a burglar with a weird taste in loot. He made several raids on my apartment and one in my car. Let me tell you what he took.

First of all, he took my Adamski and Frank Edwards book,three different copies of “Alternative Three (oh, yes, it was made into a book which cannot be purchased in the good old USA, although it is possible to find one in Canada.) And he took my tape of Alternative Three. He left the tape recorder.

He later stole my briefcase from my car with a flock of UFO pictures and notes in it and ignored an expensive flashlight on the seat beside it and two cans of Quaker State motor oil.

Believe, if you like, that I’m an absent-minded writer who somehow managed to misplace all this stuff if it makes you feel better, but in any event, at this point I am going entirely on memory, okay

Where were we, ah yes, the moon.

The moon, as you probably know, is marked off in longitude and latitude as is the earth, although with one side facing us all the time we only see about one-fourth of the total surface.

Anyway, the producers, using a photo of the near side, scattered flags all over it to designate points at which manned and unmanned craft had landed. Then flipping the moon over to a photo taken of the backside of the moon they showed where eight vehicles had landed behind the moon. And there, was a tiny cluster of flags in one spot the size of a dime. Interesting, no?

What is this documentary telling us? It’s stating the major powers, or perhaps we should call it the “Tri-Lateral Commission,” had been placing men and materials on the moon for lo these many years -- a base camp from which to supply those who have gone to the red planet.

With this premise in mind, the producers track down Dr. Karl Gerstein, a renowned scientist and one who attended a 1968 conclave of scientists in the US called to discuss the question “where do we go when the surface of this planet becomes too hostile to support life as we know it, mainly because of gases building up in the ionosphere to produce a dangerous “greenhouse affect?”

After several attempts, the reporters badgered him into telling what transpired at this hush-hush meeting.

He tells them that the scientists had discussed three possibilities, going underground, building domed cities or blowing holes in the gaseous buildup to allow the planet to radiate off excessive heat. But the first two are really one and the same, so another contact is made with Gerstein to learn what the third alternative to survival was and at last, visibly agitated, he tells them, “Alternative Three is to leave the planet.”

The showing of this documentary brought instant noise from Parliament and under pressure, the Anglia Television released a statement saying that “Alternative Three” was a gag, another Orson Welles special.

But as we shall see,this annoyed the creators of the documentary no end, so they turned out a book by the same title, containing much more information, adding at the end that they were going to label the book “speculative” rather than “news” because of pressure to do so from members of Parliament.

An American astronaut, now deceased, interviewed for the documentary stated at one point, “What are you doing to me? Do you want to get me killed like Valentine?” In another part, he states, “Hell, the Apollo shots were window dressing. They don’t need a Saturn rocket to put a man and a bicycle on the moon.”

And I know they don’t.
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If you can find this book buy it, it is much more informative than this short article. I once did a long report on it with names, professions and dates of disappearance. I gave it to a friend and I don’t know what he did with it. - P. Urial
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COMMENT:

Aileen, Thank you for this one. I have personally no doubts whatsoever that we have people on both the Moon and Mars. A few weeks ago George Norey had a guy on his show who was part of a CIA Time Travel Experiment back in the '70's. He said that part of his travels as part of those experiments was that he was sent TO MARS along with several others, including Barry Soetoro, Barack Obama. He said that there were settlements on Mars but the survival rate was very small due to a lot of dangerous creatures as well as environmental problems. But that they were terraforming the Planet to occupy at some future date. I have been interested in the Moon in particular since about 1974 when I astral projected to it accidentally one afternoon. I accept it AS TRUE, simply because in those days I astraled a lot and had been seen several times in the process by others. This particular afternoon I had been writing all night and was exhausted so I went up stairs to take a nap. I was almost asleep when I hear screaming. Sounded like a young girl. I figured it was one of my neighbors in some kind of trouble but I didn't feel like getting up to go check. So I just told myself , " I will project MYSELF to the screams". My thoughts being that if they were really in trouble I'd either get up and go there or call the police. I suddenly found myself INSIDE a White Tunnel with a young girl pinned against a wall by a big piece of rock. I pulled the rock off of her and she asked "where did you come from?" " Beats hell out of me lady, where IS this?" "The Moon." I spent three days in 'dream time' up there with her and her family. Yeah I know. Sounds like a pipe dream without the narcotics! But the whole family looked like what is currently described as Pleadians. Snow white hair, blue eyes and absolutely beautiful people. I kept the image of gravel girty of little abner comic fame in my mind to remind me of what their hair looked like. Snow White! Anyway the girls father explained to me that the MOON is actually a space ship flown in to be part of the Terraforming of the Earth. That among other things the moon 'stirs the pot' to make life here possible. It IS the source of our TIDES! Do I believe this non-sense? Aileen I have no choice but to believe. I have seen and done so many things in my life that NOTHING surprises me any more! People on Mars? I have no doubts!! WHY? Well we seem to have a lot of Government folks spending tons of MONEY to build underground shelter for SOME REASON they are NOT telling anyone about to start off with! The just completed a huge Seed Storage vault in Norway for SOME REASON they are not telling anyone about. So yepper they may just KNOW SOMETHING they are NOT telling the rest of us poor suckers about. Personally I just do not want to be late for the Party!!

Richard O'Neill
cougar77us@yahoo.com

FREDERICK VALENTICH UPDATE

2012-02-09T07:26:00.000-08:00

Valentich's father holding his son's picture

FREDERICK VALENTICH UPDATE

Location. Over Bass Strait, Victoria, Australia
Date: October 21 1978 Time: 1906

20-year old pilot, Frederick Valentich, was attempting to rack up flying time for his commercial license, flying his single engine Cessna 182 to King Island some 130 miles south of Melbourne Australia. He failed to touch down at the King Field airstrip on schedule. At 1906 his last radio transmission was received by Melbourne Flight Service Control on Saturday, October 21, which makes this disappearance unique (not quite) 1980 Humanoid Reports.doc in the annals of aviation history.

Just before his voice was abruptly cut off after making contact with Melbourne flight controllers, Valentich reported he could see four bright green lights---1,000 feet above his position: “It is approaching from due east toward me---it seems to be playing some sort of game---flying at a speed I find impossible to estimate…” And then: “It is not aircraft, it is…” Finally a long silence, broken when communication was initiated by ground control asking for an identification of the object in question. The young pilot’s answer: “It’s not an aircraft…” and the contact was lost---permanently.

The text of the radio message between the aircraft and ground control---for a time stubbornly withheld from the public---began when Valentich requested information on the other traffic 5,000 feet below in his vicinity. When ground control responded, assuring Valentich there was no other traffic in his area below 5,000 feet, Valentich went on to describe 4 bright lights: “They appear to be lights”. He radioed, “Aircraft has just passed over me, about 1,000 ft above”. He repeated that the aircraft was coming for him. Then ground control heard metallic scratching, which replaced the voice of the pilot. Valentich was not heard from again. According to the Australian Transport Department, the transmission ended 6 minutes after it began, at precisely 1912 when the pilot no longer responded to emergency calls from ground control. However, before the transmission was broken off completely, Valentich described how the object seemed to be stationary. “I am orbiting (circling) and the thing is orbiting on top of me also”, he radioed.

An intensive land, sea and air search was begun by the Australian Navy and Air Force, centered on Bass Strait, 130 miles south of Melbourne and 25miles north of King Island---the point of Valentich’s last radio contact. But the search failed to turn out any trace of the pilot or his aircraft. It was determined that weather conditions at the time of disappearance were ideal, with almost unlimited visibility and a mild breeze.

The pilot’s father Guido Valentich strongly believed his son was still alive---that he was being held by someone from another world. More importantly, the elder Valentich said his son had been interested in UFOs for many years and even reported sighting one about 10 months before.
There were numerous other witnesses who called police that same night claiming to have seen a UFO on Saturday night. According to a Royal Australian Air Force spokesman, about 10 reports of UFO sightings were logged during the same weekend of the disappearance.

A witness, Stephen Villages, a Queensland man saw a long object hovering in the evening sky, he could definitely see four green lights which came from the craft’s underbelly. Similar accounts have come from Sydney, Port Jackson, New South Wales and Victoria all describing four bright green lights flashing across the Australian skies.

Five years after, a real bizarre development:

One evening in August 1982 near the village of Iman, Primorskiy kray, Far East, Russia Lieutenant Colonel Igor Valerianovich Kazantsev, Commander of a frontier guard detachment near the hamlet of Iman, received a report of a suspicious man arrested by soldiers from his unit near the Soviet-Chinese border. One of the soldiers, Nikolay D (later to become a resident of Sevastopol, Crimea) in 2003 wrote to the Simferopol based “Secret Doctrine” Newspaper, confirming that he took over the watch on that date to watch over the Russian-Chinese border.

Approaching evening near the foot of one of the hills they saw smoke from a fire and soon detained a man about 40-years of age, dressed in a cowboy shirt, thick wide trousers, outfitted with “complete tourist gear”. The man assured the KGB sergeant that he had the necessary permission from local authorities of Primorskiy kray to do some prospecting in the area. Orders were given to detain the mysterious “geologist”. He was taken to the unit duty officer. During a search the soldiers found a very powerful searchlight and a strange dark elongated object, like a small flask with two dozen dots printed on its upper section without any visible pattern. The dots formed a strange image. Nikolay D paid special attention to the strange dot-like markings on the object.

The stranger showed a document indicating that his name was Sarychev (possibly an AKA, real name being possibly V. Sosnin). He also showed a letter from Academician Vsevolod S Troitskiy, correspondent-member of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR, Chairman of the Commission for Study of Anomalous Phenomena. (Such a commission did truly exist). The man stated that he was engaged in prospecting in the area, but soon admitted under the pressure of interrogation the he was indeed involved in “UFO research”.

“I am Frederick Valentich, Junior, pilot. I was captured together with my plane Cessna-182 by a UFO on October 21 1978 145 miles south of Melbourne. Because of very limited time and of extreme danger to my state, here is what is most important.

What was proposed to me was beyond my imagination. Later I came to the conclusion that several factors influenced my psyche, at first, the reality of the UFOs and their pilots, and secondly, their proposal for me to become the pilot of one of their aircraft (!).

Here is proof of contact with another civilization and the man who achieved this is I, Frederick Valentich. That was what I thought. But the most tempting was their fantastic proposal for me to stay in my same physical body, so I have not aged over my current 25 years of age (my age when I signed such a “contract” with the aliens). This proposal “eclipsed everything” even those few purely human affections I’ve had. At the moment of the deal I remembered only that my mother had died, I am single with no children. I didn’t even remember my aunt and two of my ex girlfriends I have been close with, this is additional evidence of a strong psychological influence put upon me.

The giant UFO I have to work in is a “cargo ship”. The crew, except those humans which were captured just like me, are 2-3 aliens. All belong to a civilization located in the Pleiades constellation and represent an interplanetary organization with 6 civilizations from Orion, Swan and the Big Dog constellation; our Solar system is also part of it.

Like us they’re also albumen organic entities, breathing oxygen and of similar body build.

Answering such questions like, what are they doing here, they stated on numerous occasions that they were engaged in research work. But according to my own observations that is only a mere screen covering their “real” activities and to calm the conscience of other earthlings who signed such compelling contacts like mine.

Our basic load from Earth---is liquid oxygen obtained from plants installed onboard the ship. These “researchers” impudently steal the most valuable part of Earthly atmosphere. And idiots like me are actively helping them in this. The main route of our craft—Earth and Jupiter’s satellite Callisto where a huge constantly operating base is located.

Oxygen is loaded into balloons made of plastic-metal. Volume can be estimated in weight---the large balloon weighs no less than 110 pounds, the smaller ones—2 times less than that. The maximum quantity of balloons that our ship has taken for one flight to Callisto is more than 12,000 large and 5k small balloons. Imagine how much oxygen they take from Earth! We make 2 flights per week sometimes. God help me and those who find this letter! Russian or Chinese---I ask to give this capsule to the Australian embassy and to the representatives of our embassy, give it to scientists for further study!!!”

To establish the authenticity of this material evidence, it was sent to several scientific research laboratories of the USSR for secret analyses. Results of the research exceeded all expectations. Documents with the results of the study were compiled, stamped and signed by the expert laboratory of KGB USSR, document dated September 29 1982. Institute of Astronomy of USSR dated October 10 1982. Institute of the Technical Physics USSR, Chelyabinsk-40 (nuclear military industrial center), and dated November 12 1982, all the documents were classified TOP SECRET.

Here is the opinion of a member-correspondent of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR Dr. Nechai PhD, addressed to the special expert commission in the Presidium of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR. “The amazing physical and mechanical characteristics of the materials, their uncommon chemical compound and structure allow to make the following conclusions:

- …materials obtained by the technologies, unknown yet to humankind and apparently outside the Earth. The plate is the source of unknown radioactive emanation of colossal penetrating ability and spoils all other types of cinema and photo films…

- Many other facts, described by Valentich were summoned to the systematic analyses according to modernized authorship-detection program created in our institute. The result, the author, Frederick Valentich couldn’t invent all of that alone and even to extract that from known science fiction literature, actually being taken onboard a UFO in 1978…”

What happened to the material evidence next is the following. The mysterious plate was transferred to the Australian embassy. A special commission was created there; a graphic, logical study was made. Style and grammar of the letter was compared with other material written by Valentich, obtained from the Melbourne Air Club (like flight records written by Valentich). The Australian commission came to the conclusion that the text on the plate and the records in the flight journal from the Melbourne aviation club belonged to one and the same person---none other than Frederick Valentich. The evidence was so strong that it was ready to go to court.

Unfortunately for humanity the cover up was effective and everything was classified TOP SECRET, possibly with the participation of the American CIA. Where the alien capsule with the letter is now, is not known, possibly in the USA (in a deep basement under the Pentagon?).

Perhaps even more alarming is a case investigated by Spanish researcher Manuel Carballal. According to the testimony of a number of witnesses, a young man who identified himself as Frederick Valentich, the Australian pilot who mysteriously disappeared in 1978 was alive and well in 1990 at Plaza del Charco, a seaport square on the island of Tenerife in the Canary Islands. Displaying an Australian passport to prove his claim, Valentich told those with whom he spoke on several occasions that he now belonged to a group of humans who had been “recruited” by extraterrestrials. It is also worth noting that the supposed Valentich showed no signs of aging, and resembled the photos circulated around the time of his disappearance at the age of 20.

HC addendum

Source: Yuriy Belikov quoting Emil F Bachurin in “Komsomolskaya Pravda”
Moscow January 17 1998
“Oxygen from Earth taken to Callisto?” in “Interesnaya Gazeta” Kiev D+ issue # 5 2004
Valentin Psalomszikov PhD “NLO” Saint Petersburg # 21 May 21 2001
Letter from Nikolay D “Frederick Valentich---UFO Pilot?” in “The Secret Doctrine”
Simferopol # 1 2003
Iskander Trano “Interesnaya Gazeta” D+ block Kiev # 19 2005
Crimean Time # 14 January 24 1998
Lawrence McBridge Australian Editor of UFO Update # 3 summer 79 Type: G
Scott Corrales, “Human-like Ufonauts reported in many countries” Mufon Journal #405, January 2002.

Comments: Perhaps the most famous of the “permanent abductions”. The latter part of the story is indeed complicated and hard to swallow but who knows where many of those who “disappear” go? What if anything are visiting aliens taking from Earth?

See http://ufos.about.com/od/bermudatriangle/a/aa080804.htm
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Our thanks to Albert Rosales, Humanoid Sighting Reports for this update

The above article was published in UFO Experiences blog in August of 2005.

IS THIS ANOTHER PLANET?

2012-02-05T08:21:00.000-08:00

Cave Resort

By Wendy Graham

They loom up out of nowhere, these mysterious, giant cones of white, yellow or rose-colored rock, their dark pointed hats giving them the look of colossal, cloaked wizards stealing away -- they are the "fairy chimneys" of Cappadocia.

Eons ago, the region of Cappadocia in central Turkey was covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash from two erupting volcanoes. The ash turned into a soft, whitish stone called tuff and over the centuries wind and rain lashed away at the tuff forming deep gorges and valleys. Further erosion created unique rock formations such as those known as peri baclari or "fairy chimneys." Scaly, brownish clumps of harder rock sit, sometimes precariously, on top of the chimneys, but it is this harder basalt that has protected the soft tuff below from being eroded, resulting in the formation of these fantastic stone sculptures.

With no understanding of how these preternatural configurations came to be, ancient peoples viewed them with superstitious uneasiness and traces of their wariness still exist. A carpet seller in Urgup recounted that as a boy his grandmother told him tales of how the fairies snatched up small children who ventured among their chimneys, so that even to this day he is reluctant to go there alone. If locals find the rock formations mysterious, you can imagine the effect they have on strangers to the land.

Travelling south from Nevsehir, you come to the first of the underground cities or catacombs, Kaymakli. It is not certain when these subterranean refuges were dug, but experts estimate around the fourth century. They continued to be used to escape invaders until 1839, when locals fled underground at the approach of the Egyptian Army.

Lower levels were used for storage while the upper chambers were taken up by living quarters, communal kitchens, and deep wells were built into the cities and you must be careful to avoid these holes as you they make you stoop through the damp tunnels. Every so often the tunnels open up into higher common areas from which small claustrophobic rooms extend. Once inside inhabitants could seal off each level by rolling millstones across the tunnels. Trapped by the thousands in these cold, dark caves, not breathing fresh air or seeing the light of day for months must have been an horrific experience.

Farther south lies Derinkuyu, an even deeper city that reaches eight levels below the surface. It is suspected that the two cities, nearly seven kilometres apart, were connected by a tunnel that has yet to be discovered.

But the Valley of the Fairy Chimneys is not the only sight that draws visitors to this remote corner of the world, for within just a few kilometres you can visit hermits' dwellings, monasteries and byzantine churches all carved out of high cones of volcanic tuff and then, in the next breath, find yourself crawling through the dark, dank tunnels of troglodyte cities.

HUMBOLDT COUNTY COLLECTION OF THE LIBRARY OF HUMBOLDT STATE COLLEGE, ARCATA, CA.

2012-02-02T08:31:00.000-08:00

JACKO

A small booklet titled The Hermit of Siskiyou by L. W. Musick. It was "Published from the office of the Crescent City News (CA)" in 1896. In it, on pages 79-80, is the following:

"NOTE 1. A Del Norte Record correspondent, writing from Happy Camp, Siskiyou County, Jan. 2, 1886, discourses as follows:

"I do not remember to have seen any reference to the 'Wild Man' which haunts this part of the country, so I shall allude to him briefly. Not a great while since, Mr. Jack Dover, one of our most trustworthy citizens, while hunting saw an object standing one hundred and fifty yards from him picking berries or tender shoots from the bushes. The thing was of gigantic size - about seven feet high - with a bull dog head, short ears and long hair; it was also furnished with a beard, and was free from hair on such parts of its body as is common among men. Its voice was shrill, or soprano, and very human, like that of a woman in great fear.

Mr. Dover could not see its foot-prints as it walked on hard soil. He aimed his gun at the animal, or whatever it was, several times, but because it was so human would not shoot.

The range of the curiosity is between Marble Mountain and the vicinity of Happy Camp. A number of people have seen it and all agree in their descriptions except some make it taller than others. It is apparently herbivorous and makes winter quarters in some of the caves of Marble Mountain."

This is apparently the oldest written account so far brought to light of the sighting of a Bigfoot-like creature in northern California. Note that it is only two years later than the oldest Canadian newspaper account - that of the capture of "Jacko" on July 4, 1884. The only discrepancy between this account and the usual Bigfoot reports seems to be where it says the creature "was free from hair on such parts of its body as is common among men." Everything else agrees even the reluctance of the hunter to shoot it because it looked too human.

JACKO

WHAT IS IT?

A Strange Creature Captured Above Yale.

A British Columbia Gorilla

(Correspondence of The Daily Colonist)

Yale, B.C. July 3, 1884

In the immediate vicinity of No. 4 tunnel, situated some twenty miles above this village, are bluffs of rock which have hitherto been insurmountable but on Monday morning last were successfully scaled by Mr. Onderdonk's employees on the regular train from Lytton. Assisted by Mr. Costerton, the British Columbia Express Company's messenger, and a number of gentlemen from Lytton and points east of that place who, after considerable trouble and perilous climbing, succeeded in capturing a creature which may truly be called half man and half beast. "Jacko" as the creature has been called by his capturers, is something of the gorilla type standing four feet seven inches in height and weighing 127 pounds. He has long, black, strong hair and resembles a human being with one exception, his entire body, excepting his hands (or paws) and feet are covered with glossy hair about an inch long. His fore arm is much longer than a man's fore arm, and he possesses extraordinary strength, as he will take hold of a stick and break it by wrenching or twisting it, which no man living could break in the same way.

Since his capture he is very reticent, only occasionally uttering a noise which is half bark and half growl. He is, however, becoming daily more attached to his keeper, Mr. George Telbury, of this place, who proposes shortly starting for London, England, to exhibit him. His favorite food so far is berries, and he drinks fresh milk with evident relish. By advice of Dr. Hannington raw meats have been withheld from Jacko, as the doctor thinks it would have a tendency to make him savage. The mode of his capture was as follows:

Ned Austin, the engineer, on coming in sight of the bluff at the eastern end of the No. 4 tunnel saw what he supposed to be a man lying asleep in close proximity to the track, and as quick as thought blew the signal to apply the brakes. The brakes were instantly applied, and in a few seconds the train was brought to a standstill. At this moment the supposed man sprang up, and uttering a sharp quick bark began to climb the steep bluff. Conductor R. J. Craig and Express Messenger Costerton, followed by the baggage man and brakemen, jumped from the train and knowing they were some twenty minutes ahead of time immediately gave chase. After five minutes of perilous climbing they then supposed a demented Indian was corralled on a projecting shelf of rock where he could neither ascend nor descend. The query now was how to capture him alive, which was quickly decided by Mr. Craig, who crawled on his hands and knees until he was about forty feet above the creature. Taking a small piece of loose rock he let it fall and it had the desired effect of rendering poor Jacko incapable of resistance for a time at least.

The bell rope was then brought up and Jacko was now lowered to terra firma. After firmly binding him, and placing him in the baggage car "off brakes" was sounded and the train started for Yale. At the station a large crowd who had heard of the capture by telephone from Spuzzum Flat were assembled, each one anxious to have the first look at the monstrosity, but they were disappointed, as Jacko had been taken off at the machine shops and placed in charge of his present keeper.

The question naturally arises, how came the creature where it was first seen by Mr. Austin? From bruises about its head and body, and apparent soreness since its capture, it is supposed that Jacko ventured too near the edge of the bluff, slipped, fell and lay where found until the sound of the rushing train aroused him. Mr. Thos. White and Mr. Gouin, C.E., as well as Mr. Major, who kept a small store about half a mile west of the tunnel during the past two years, have mentioned having seen a curious creature at different points between Camps 13 and 17, but no attention was paid to their remarks as people came to the conclusion that they had either seen a bear or stray Indian dog. Who can unravel the mystery that now surrounds Jacko! Does he belong to a species hitherto unknown in this part of the continent, or is he really what the train men first thought he was, a crazy Indian!

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I hope that man's thinking has progressed since that time and they are well aware what Native Americans are and that is not a crazy Indian! - P. Urial

US Air Force / US Navy Study to Create and Operate Traversable Wormholes or Portals and the UFO / ET Activity in Puerto Rico - Part Three

2012-01-31T14:56:00.000-08:00

Part Three

Some years ago there were some incidents in the island -municipality of Vieques (located in eastern Puerto Rico and was under the control of the US Navy, that used it, even though it was an inhabited island, for bombing exercises and to experiment with new weapons) witch seem to be related to the type of phenomena we discussed in the previous articles, the cosmic portals or "wormholes", but with the difference that the manifestation of the openings appeared to be electronically induced.

On Fathers Day, in June 2001 (shortly after civic actions by the organized people of Vieques and in general the people of Puerto Rico forced the US Navy to stop its military exercises on the island-municipality, citizen José 'Chino' Rosa and his wife were riding on horseback through the area of what had been the western base of the US Navy in Vieques, during an activity organized to raise money for charity purposes.

After a while Rosa and his wife decided to separate from the main group and reached the area of magazines or bunkers where the US Navy used to store their explosives, etc.

They rode into the area of Playa Grande Lagoon, which borders the southern coastline, and between 2:30 and 3:00 p.m. , already inside the premises of a Radar Over the Horizon System (ROTHR), - a mini HAARP system the U.S. Navy settled there-, they witnessed a truly fantastic event.

While facing the system's antennas they saw that "... the heavens opened, there was an opening in the sky and out from it came an immense ball of gray light that hit against one of the antennas, resulting in a noise like a loud explosion ... like the one you hear when lightning strikes close to you”, said Mr. Rosa .

When this happened their horses panicked, and his wife was thrown to the ground by her horse, fracturing a knee, and had to receive emergency medical help.

We inquired with the witnesses about the possibility this could have been caused by bad weather, rain, etc., but they stated that the day was sunny, clear, cloudless, and it was precisely because of this that they were astonished by the event.

We asked Mr. Rosa to describe to us what they had observed, and he explained that the sky above the ROTHR antennas was sunny and there was a perfect blue sky, but that a "... hole, a crack, opened in the sky, as if someone had cut that space in the sky with a huge knife, and a big ball of light or energy, whatever that was, shot out from the crack. "

He described the aforementioned "energy ball" or "light" as a spherical mass of bright blue-gray light that came out from the opening, leaving a bright streak of light behind of it .

“These type of events have occurred on several occasions when the ROTHR is activated”, said Rosa.

On one occasion one of these abnormal discharges killed several cows grazing near the radar, and the event was covered-up by the US Navy.

`"Other people had seen similar things – he added-, but it now happened to us. I have no doubt about what was being said, as now we saw with our own eyes. "

Citizens Pablo Delerme, and his wife were sightseeing in that same area moving around in their pick up vehicle, and they too witnessed the event.

In fact, they were the ones who took Rosa's wife to a hospital in Vieques, where she was treated for her fracture.

Mr. Delerme told us: "We were in our vehicle, near the radar site, and all of a sudden the sky above the antennas lights up and the sky opened and a big hole appeared, and you could see another deep blue sky inside that hole. Then a bright ball of light shot out from the crack in the sky, hit the radar’s antennas and fell to the ground.

"It was weird, because the weather was good, and the sky was clear, sunny. It was not cloudy at all, or raining. "

Delerme said that the phenomenon lasted only a few seconds, and he offered other important details.

He said that the aforementioned large crack in the sky ”…suddenly grew vertically, and then opened up more to the sides of it. It was truly impressive. "

The Explanation for the Secret Military Experiments in the South-West of Puerto Rico:

US Air Force / U.S. Navy Project Study for the Development of Traversable Portals or Wormholes

What the Vieques witnesses described suggests that what they observed could very well be the manifestation of a stargate or dimensional threshold that would connect our dimensional reality with a different one, another plane of existence, or a parallel world or universe to ours, and the ROTHR, as we said, is a project of the Navy of the United States.

These events are evidence that the US military agencies seem to be experimenting in the territory of Puerto Rico with electronic systems to access and control cosmic dimensional portals, in this case in the island-municipality of Vieques.

But we have found other data that supports our hypothesis.

Everything we've revealed so far indicates that the manifestation of cosmic worm holes or dimensional corridors is not something casual in our geographical area, but that they are frequently activated and controlled by non-terrestrial intelligences or extradimensional beings.

Other findings we made during our research on this matter allowed us to understand the real reason behind the unusual interest of the U.S. authorities to build and control a facility in the south-west as a base for a sofisticated radar blimp in the municipality of Lajas, in Olivares sector, and also to understand the reason behind the secret experiments US military and Intelligence personnel did occasionally with sophisticated electronic equipments in the vicinity of the Cabo Rojo lighthouse, and the use of the facilities of the Arecibo Radio Observatory to study the ionosphere and make a series of experiments with ionizing gases in the sky over Puerto Rico, called Coquí 1 and Coquí 2: in addition to being aware of the existence of underground/undersea alien or extradimensional beings bases in the area, and investigating and keeping watch on such UFO / ET / alien activity in the region, they also study and monitor the frequent activation of these cosmic corridors in the area.

This is why the archipelago of Puerto Rico is of utmost concern for security and intelligence agencies of the United States of America.

The interest of the US in maintaining the territory of Puerto Rico as a colonial territory not only responds to an ordinary geopolitical interest, the US Government is aware of the reality of what's happening in our country pertaining to the UFO / alien matter, and aims to understand how these cosmic portals work, in order to control them and eventually use them.

The evidence lies in what we discuss below.

The US Air Force and US Navy are locked at this point in the implementation of several research projects aimed at achieving teleportation by creating and controlling cosmic traversable worm holes and / or stargates.

The existence of such projects was publicly revealed recently in a paper on a study published by the Research Laboratory Air Force Material Command Air Force Base and Edwards Air Force Base in California.

This survey, titled 'Teletransportation Physics Study’, is in charge of Eric W. Davis, Ph.D, Warp Drive Metrics 4849, San Rafael Ave, Las Vegas, Nevada, 89120, and the document was recently released for publication and distribution without restrictions, so we will quote some parts of it that corroborate what we've been reporting on this blog.

Due to reasons of space, we emphasize only on some aspects of the literature in the study, which are relevant to what we have discussed so far.

The study asks how high levels of negative energy can be obtained (from the use of current terrestrial technology) to stimulate the creation of traversable portals or cosmic wormhole-dimensional corridors, and how this would be done by various means, but indicates that the easiest method would be through the use of laser light strongly compressed, so we will emphasize on this method.

The study indicates that negative energy can be generated by ultra high intensity lasers coupled to an ultra fast rotating mirror system .

A laser beam is passed through an optical cavity resonator made of lithium niobate crystal of (Linbo-O3) in the shape of a cylinder with rounded plates terminals that reflect light. The resonator will act to produce a second light beam of low-frequency in which the pattern of photons is re-designed to one of pairs - this is the quantum optical effect of light "compression".

The compressed light beam then emerges from the resonator containing compressed pulses of negative energy mixed with strong pulses of positive energy.

A set of rapidly rotating mirrors is prepared to separate the pulses of positive and negative energy - the beams of light should strike the surface of each of the mirrors at a slightly slanted angle, as the rotation ensures that the energy pulses are reflected in a slightly different angle to that of the positive energy pulses.

The small spatial separation of the two different energy pulses will occur at some distance from the rotating mirrors, and another mirror system will be needed to re-direct the negative energy pulses to an isolated spot and concentrate them from this point (see Figure 1).

Another way to compress light would be to produce extremely reliable light pulses containing one, two, three, etc. photons each and combine them together to create the desired compression states. The superimposition of many of these states could, theoretically speaking, produce intense bursts of negative energy (see Figure 2).

We’ll leave there the data related to the study published by the Air Force.

But there is something we want to point out, and it is the 'coincidence', if we can call it that way, of the similarity between the equipments described in the Air Force study and the ones described as observed by witnesses in Cabo Rojo-Lajas, Guánica and other parts of the south-west of Puerto Rico being used by specialized military technicians in their experiments in the Cabo Rojo lighthouse zone, and their secret research of the sky over the area looking to the south-west, north-east and north-west, precisely at the points in the sky in which the cosmic wormholes manifest in the region.

The description given by several witnesses of a 'cannon-telescope' being mobilized by the military on a platform truck is compatible with the description of a laser cannon (see photo), which could be used for military exercises, but also as part of a laser based system such as the one the Air Force allegedly uses to stimulate the generation of stargates and / or cosmic wormholes.

These data, together with the fact that the base of the radar blimp in Lajas is under the control of the US Air Force, suggests that the Air Force is investigating and studying the manifestation of the stargates in the region’s sky, along with their own studies, in order to find a means to control at will the generation of such portals with the possible purpose of interfering and inactivating them to prevent the access of aliens to the area, and even, perhaps, to gain access through the portals to the places of origin of the alien intelligences involved.

Now we can understand why the Lajas radar blimp was installed there: to monitor and study the cosmic portals that are manifesting in the south-west, west and north-west regions of Puerto Rico, and to monitor the UFO / alien presence in the area.

On the other hand, the electronic over the horizon radar system (ROTHR) in Vieques, as noted above, is another US military variant of these efforts to generate cosmic wormholes in our environment and / or interfere with their manifestation.

The same was happening at the Arecibo Radio Observatory, where according to some, a new system could be installed soon very close to it, the dreaded HAARP system, that would be moved from the state of Alaska to Puerto Rico, and both systems, HAARP and ROTHR are projects under the control of the US Navy, which works together with the US Air Force in an effort to produce and control these stargates.

But there are other indications that the US military and U.S. intelligence necessarily should already be aware of everything we have reported so far in these articles, and they lie in the fact that in the area of the former Ramey Air Force base in the municipality of Aguadilla, there is powerful Doppler radar at the joint facilities of the US Homeland Security Agency and US Coast Guard Service, and a little further to the east in the same area, there was until recently, an US Air Force Solar Weather Station doing research on solar weather, and it is virtually impossible that the presence of the cosmic portals that appear in that same region from time to time, as registered in the photograph taken by Mr. Víctor Román (shown in article #1 of this series), was not registered by the Doppler radar and the electronic equipments used for solar-astronomical studies, etc., by the staff in those facilities.

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Evidences of Cosmic Wormholes in the Sky Over Puerto Rico -Part 2

2012-01-31T08:25:00.000-08:00

Part Two of Three

In this second article we present new data, together with a photo and an analysis of it in full-color images, which seem to confirm our hypothesis on the occurrence of cosmic portals or wormholes in the sky over Puerto Rico.

More Wormholes in Lajas, Puerto Rico: Picture and Analysis

Mrs. Wanda Zapata, who resides in the municipality of Lajas (south-western region of Puerto Rico), took three digital photographs of 'something' strange that appeared high in the sky in the morning of April 3, 2009, at 10:11 am, in sector Lajas Arriba, in the Lajas municipality.

The images showed 'something' with an unclear configuration, as she could not identify it, she believed it could be a UFO.

Authorized by her we examined the images and found extremely interesting details in them. For purposes of this article we will emphasize in photo #1, shown below.

First we cropped the section where the anomaly was, increased it in size and gave it a resolution of 1, 800 dots per inch.

Over the 'UFO' there was what looked like a mass of fire, and also what looked like a small white cloud. Another smaller cloud was observable below of it.

But we also saw that what initially seemed to be a 'body' was actually an elongated amorphous thing which seemed to have at its bottom center a dark opening, as in the case of the photo taken by Mr. Viíctor Román in Aguadilla, and the one taken by the Dr.Walter Cotté in Lajas, which we showed and discussed in part 1 of this series of articles.

After that we subjected the image to the solarization digital filter and subsequently to another reversal of the color tones, which allowed a clearer view of it, as well as of a large light distortion area around of it. Also, a 'tube-like' or 'tunnel-like' structure was observable projecting backwards from the hole or opening into the zone with 'fire', 'steam' or white 'clouds'.

We then submitted the image to the digital filter to find the edges and profiles of the shapes in images, and inverted the color tones, and re-confirmed the presence of both the hole and the ‘tube-like’structure projecting behind of it.

After that we subjected the resulting image to the filter to illuminate the edges, and the result was truly amazing, as the opening was clearly observable in a three-dimensional fashion, and it could be seen how both the opening and the ‘tube-like’ structure certainly connected with the cloud and energy mass in the back of the phenomenon, where the other end of the tube or tunnel-like structure could be observed connecting to (we believe) another point in the universe.

Also, an area of a very strong light distortion was observable and clearly defined around the opening of the phenomenon, which could respond to an extremely large gravitational force caused by the negative or exotic energy that kept 'solid' and open the walls of the 'tunnel', ' corridor 'or ‘throat ' of the physical body of the wormhole.

There was no doubt about it, Ms. Wanda Velez had captured in her picture the manifestation of another cosmic wormhole or dimensional portal in the sky over the area of the municipality of Lajas.

Corroborative Events (among several similar reports we keep in our research files)

In these articles we have shown what we believe are the first pictures that show beyond any doubt, the manifestation of cosmic wormholes in Earth's atmosphere, and how they are being used by intelligent beings from other parts of our physical universe or a parallel universe, to enter our zone of the universe, right in the sky over the territory of the archipelago of Puerto Rico.

But apart from that, in our research files we have a collection of testimonies by serious witnesses who related to us events observed by them in different parts of the Puerto Rican territory which seem to be related to this same type of portals or wormholes.

One afternoon in January 1991, Mr. Roberto Rivera, who lives in the fishing village of Boquerón, in Cabo Rojo (also in the south-west of Puerto Rico), was driving his car at the end of Highway #303, which passes in front of the base of the well-known radar blimp -( in Olivares sector, located in the municipality of Lajas) and continues on to Las Palmas sector.

As he was about to enter Las Palmas sector he observed something very strange that was going on out at sea in a spot south of the area of La Pitaya, but not too far from the coastline.

According to Rivera, a large submarine vessel was on the surface of the sea, and next to it, to its right, was a big ship from US Coast Guard Service.

Right in front of both ships there was huge white cloud which looked bulky ”…and had a weird aspect”, according to Mr. Rivera..

Suddenly, two military jets appeared in the area, which to the witness looked like F-16s from the US Navy. The jets made several circular passes over the submarine, the Coast Guard vessel, and the mysterious cloud, and after that both jets flew right into the huge cloud… and disappeared!

No noise from their engines was heard anymore. Nothing.

Rivera was surprised by the event, and waited to see if the jets came out again from the cloud, but they did not.

He could not believe what had just happened. It was impossible.

“Nervous and confused, Mr. Rivera stated, I wanted to tell someone what was happening, but I was alone at the time on that road, and I was also fascinated by this unexpected event, and wanted to see if the jets re-appeared again, but thought this could happen while looking for someone and I might miss it, so I decided to stay there and wait.”

He waited for a period of three hours, and nothing happened. But suddenly the jets noise was heard again, and they re-appeared again coming out from the right side of the huge strange cloud, leaving the area immediately, flying to the east (probably to Roosevelt Roads Naval Station, located in the region of Ceiba, in the east of Puerto Rico – actually not active).

Simultaneously, the submarine vessel submerged into the sea and was lost to view.

The Coast Guard ship also left the area right after that, “…and the mysterious 'cloud' flew away into the sky, coiling unto itself, and in less than a minute disappeared from my view," Rivera told us.

Days later, a police officer patrolling the same road in Lajas witnessed a similar incident from more or less exactly the same spot in which Rivera had parked his car days earlier.

‘Coincidentally’, in August of that same year 1991 a large number of US military and US intelligence agencies personnel took control of that same area and the area of the Cabo Rojo lighthouse to do mysterious top-secret experiments with highly sophisticated electronic equipment. They refused to inform the local authorities what they were doing at the site, stating that it was a matter of national security.

As we will see in part 3 of this series of articles, they were probably secretly investigating the manifestation of the portals in the sky over the area, and their connection with the high alien-UFO activity in the territory of Puerto Rico.

Note from the author: We ask anyone who may have photos or videos obtained in Puerto Rico or abroad with images similar to those we are showing in this series of articles, to communicate with us through our e-mails, which are:

jorgemartin87@yahoo.com

martin.jorgemartin.jorge @ gmail.com

and send us a copy of these evidences, to study them.

We’d also like to receive your comments on the material discussed here.

Read Part 3 next.

These pictures are also on Face Book in the Aerial Phenomena Research Group site.

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EVIDENCE OF COSMIC WORMHOLES IN SKY OVER PUERTO RICO

2012-01-30T08:08:00.000-08:00

Part 1 of 3

The Rajasthan Indian daily Times recently published an important anthropological news report informing that a group of anthropologists who worked with tribes in the mountains of a remote area of had India made a startling discovery: intricate prehistoric cave paintings depicting apparent alien beings and a flying saucer type craft or UFO.

The images were found in the Hoshangabad district in Madhya Pradesh state, just 70 miles from the local administrative center of Raisen. The caves are hidden deep in a dense jungle.

Tha cave painting showed what looked like an alien or extraterrestrial beinga and another image with the classic form of a flying saucer which semed to be releasing in the air several spherical-shaped objects.

But there was another object visible in the painting that some say could be the depiction of a wormhole or dimensional corridor, which would explain how such aliens could come to Earth.

The local archaeologist, Mr.Wassim Khan, who had personally seen the pictures, said that the objects and creatures in them are totally abnormal and out of character when compared with others in the same area discovered earlier and are examples of art in prehistoric caves that show ancient life in the region.

He believes this might suggest that beings from other planets have been interacting with Earthly humans since prehistoric times, giving more weight to the theory of the existence of ancient astronauts, which postulates that human civilization was established with the help of benevolent aliens.

Surely, readers will wonder what this archaeological-anthropological case-mix in India has to do with with the UFO / ET activity in of Puerto Rico, and that is why we have written this series of three articles reporting on the manifestation of alien controlled wormholes in the sky over Puerto Rico, and showing evidences of this significant situation.

The First Evidences

We recently received a photograph taken by Mr. Viíctor Román in the municipality of Aguadilla, located in the north-west region of Puerto Rico. He asked us to analyze the picture, as there was something in it that he could not identify, and he suspected it could be a UFO.

By the same days were also given another picture of a strange object in the sky that had been taken by Dr. Walter Cotté in the municipality of Lajas, located in the south-west region of Puerto Rico,. Dr. Cotté is a well known physician of our acquaintance, who is very interested in the UFO phenomenon.

Dr. Cotté also asked us to examine his picture, and so we did.

The Amazing Results of Our Analysis of the Pictures

We first analyzed the picture taken in Aguadilla by Mr. Román, which showed a coastal landscape of the town of Aguadilla and the northern horizon in the Atlantic Ocean.

A strange object could be observed hanging in the sky at a distance, and a red helicopter from the US Coast Guard Service station located in Rafael Hernández Airport, located several miles east of the town of Aguadilla., could be observed flying low and closer to the shore.

To make sure that the object in the distance was not a commercial jet airliner en route to the airport, we cropped and increased the size of the section in which it appeared, and corroborated that it was not an airliner, or anything else like that.

No, it was an elongated oval-shaped object, which seemed to have strange appendages or extensions projecting out from each side of it.

To corroborate this we enlarged the image and subjected it to several digital filters from the Photoshop Digital Image Analysis Program, including those used to enhance the volume of shape of images, the solarization filter, which reversed the color in the images to negative color tones, etc., and also used the filter to find the edges of shapes in images, but while doing this we also found that there were a number of bright spherical objects flying all over the area when the picture was taken by Mr. Román.

Curious about this, we wanted to examine the image further, so we cropped and increased the specific section that showed the anomalous object, and subjected it to the solarization filter, after which we gave a new order to the program for it to reverse the color tones obtained. We gave more contrast to the image ... and surprise!, we found that the object in question was not a single mass, but was some kind of weird aeroform that seemed to be a hole in the sky from which two spherical/ovoid-shaped objects were coming out from, surrounded by some kind of energy that created a sort of visual/light distortion around the opening of the anomaly.

The phenomenon was releasing the bright spherical-shaped objetcts that were flying around in the sky!

Now, what was that strange phenomenon?

It was not a UFO mothership releasing smaller vessels in the sky, as we thought originally after seeing an enlargement of the object in the picture. So, what was it?

The Same Phenomenon in Lajas

The answer to the mystery began to emerge when we examined the picture Dr. Walter Cotté, had given us, taken by him in Lajas, in which something also unidentifiable appeared.

Once we examined it with the use of digital filters we saw that it was an irregularly shaped elongated object from which a large cloud of vapor or some sort of gas was emanating at the top of it, but the anomaly was also releasing in the sky, as in Mr. Román’s picture, other spherical-shaped objects, which afterwards flew away and all around the area!

To facilitate the visualization of the anomaly photographed by Dr. Cotté, we cropped and increased the size of the section in which hit appeared, and subjected it to different digital filters.

We first subjected it to the watercolor effect filter, which 'flattened' the image and gave it the visual texture of a watercolor painting, in order to better define its shape, and verified its elongated, irregular shape. Also, the opening on its right end was clearly defined, as well as the emanation of one of the smaller objects, which flew away leaving behind of it a trace of gas or energy (see image).

We also subjected the image to the solarization digital filter, and subsequently to a revearsal of tones and to the filter to find and define more the edges of the shapes in the image, and its irregular and sinous shape became more obvious, as well as a burst of light or energy in the opening at the far right, as spherical-shaped objects were flying out through it.

The image of the anomaly photographed by Mr. Román in Aguadilla was similar, but showed instead the opening facing forward, not sideways.

Everything reported so far here is of great significance, because it is revealing to us something that until now we did not realize so clearly: intelligent beings from somewhere else in the universe or from another dimension are penetrating our reality through these portals in our sky.

It is no longer a matter of scientific speculation, because as we all can see, it is already happening.

First Cosmic Wormholes Pictures in the World?

The images in the pictures taken by Mr. Viíctor Román in Aguadilla, and Dr. Walter Cotté in Lajas, do not respond, as we initially believed, to the presence of UFO motherships releasing smaller vessels in our sky. They pose a very different phenomenon, which we dare to hypothesize as the manifestation of cosmic wormholes or dimensional portals in the atmosphere of our planet, through which unidentified flying objects that come from some other universe or from distant points in our own physical universe enter our reality.

Why do we say this? Simple, because after examining the images of these anomalies we found their ‘walls’ do not seem to have a strong solid physical constitution, but instead they seem to be formed by some sort of malleable energy.

Another fact we considered to propose that they are 'wormholes' is the detail that at both ends of the anomalies are openings in which curious energy bursts or flashes are produced at the same moment the smaller bright objects (alien crafts?) emerge from them, as well as the fact that a strong visual and light distortion occurs around the openings.

You may wonder how important these details are for us to conclude that these phenomena are in fact photographically registered 'cosmic wormholes,’, therefore, to answer this question we must rely on what science says about the so called wormholes holes and their characteristics.

How Does a 'Cosmic Wormhole' Functions?

The cosmic wormholes proposed by physicist Hendrik Anton Lorentz and other scientists, hypothetically speaking, would make possible traveling from one universe to another part of that same universe very quickly, and even make possible traveling from one universe to another. Also, wormholes connect two points in space-time, which would even make posible time traveling.

The possibility of the existence of such dimensional corridors in general relativity was first demonstrated by Kip Thorne and his graduate Mike Morris, in an article published in 1988. The type of wormhole that they proposed would be kept open by a sort of spherical shell or 'tunnel' of exotic matter known as Morris-Thorne wormhole .

Other types of wormholes have subsequently been proposed as solutions in general relativity as a kind of hole that is held open by cosmic strings, which had already been predicted by Matt Visser in an article published in 1989.

Let us examine more data on these dimensional corridors or universal 'shortcuts'.

Theoretical Basis

The universe appears as three dimensions in space (top-down, left-right and forward and backward) and the fourth dimension is known as time. Wormholes are connections between two different points in time and space. Although it is difficult to visualize in four dimensions, it is easier to do so in two dimensions.

Imagine two points on a huge sheet of paper separated by several meters away. You could connect these two points with a straight line between them on paper, but alternatively you could also bend the sheet of paper so that the two points touch. By bending the "paper" you are making a wormhole in the paper world of two dimensions.

Although there is no experimental evidence for the existence of cosmic or dimensional wormholes, the theorists believe they can exist.

Wormholes first appeared in the theory of gravitation by Albert Einstein in 1913. However, physicists had almost forgotten about them until the mid-eighties when astronomer Carl Sagan included them in his novel ’Contact’, in which Ellie Arroway, the main character in the book, travels to the center of our galaxy through of a wormhole.

Being himself a scientist, Carl Sagan described the wormhole with the greatest possible scientific certainty, so he asked Kip Thorne, a physicist at the California Institute of Technology, to review the general properties required for a wormhole to be kept open.

Negative Energy Needed

According to Thorne and others, for wormholes to be stable large amounts of negative energy - a very exotic material in the universe, are needed. Such power has not been found yet, but quantum mechanics suggests that there is such exotic material. The problem is we do not know if the laws of quantum mechanics allow you to concentrate enough negative energy in order to allow the existence of wormholes.

Although wormholes might exist throughout the universe, one possible location would be the center of the so-called black holes. However, traveling through one of them would be extremely difficult, because the wormhole would be so unstable that it would collapse as soon as a spaceship (or even a ray of light) enters it. This is because there would not be enough negative energy to keep it open.

But recently, a group of scientists said they found a way to detect incoming and outgoing wormholes of this type that will work.

A wormhole has enough negative energy, also known as 'exotic matter', which originates an incredibly huge gravitational effect as to cause the light rays passing close to distort or bend in its path and around of it.

This effect is similar to that of a gravitational lens, which occurs when light from a very distant object is bent or distorted by the gravity of an extremely large object such as a black hole or other 'gravitationally heavy' objects .

The gravitational lensing reveals a specific pattern that astronomers can detect and even photograph.

Elaborating on this, according to Dr. Alexander Shatskiy, from Levedev Physical Institute in Moscow, Russia, wormholes should remain open thanks to the 'phantom matter' or exotic energy, which could have negative energy and negative mass, thus causing a ’repelling’ effect on the walls of the hole, helping to keep a hollow space between them, through which traveling would be possible.

And again, the huge gravitational force that would result from the 'phantom matter' would deflect light, originating a useful fingerprint to identify a wormhole, as a huge light-visual distortion would be produced.

This is precisely what we see in the pictures of the events registered in Lajas and Aguadilla, the presence of an ambiguous, long, sinuous aeroform with openings at both of its ends, through which, amid energy flashes, bright strange oval or spherical-shaped ( alien spacecraft and / or extradimensional?) emerge to our atmosphere.

It could be clearly observed in the images, once treated with the digital filters, that both in and around these openings there was a strong aeroform distortion which we originally thought could be due to heat emitted by them, but now we think may be due to a distortion of light around them caused by the strong gravitational field that holds them open.

If our theory is correct, we are presenting here the first pictures of the manifestation of wormholes in Earth's atmosphere and how they are being used by possible intelligent beings from other parts of our physical universe itself, or from a parallel universe, to enter and reach our world in the sky over the territory of the archipelago of Puerto Rico.

Sources:

1. Research and analysis by the author.

2. http://www.tecnomania.com/?p=454; http://www.mmaidana.com.ar/traes.html

3.http: / / es.wikipedia.org / wiki / Agujero_de_gusano # Agujeros_de_gusa-no_atravesables

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THE LITTLE BLUE MAN ON STUDHAM COMMON

2012-01-29T07:37:00.000-08:00

Another case from Flying Saucer Review.

by R. H. B. Winder

THE setting is near-perfect for a fairy tale: the village,
60l ft. up in the Chillerns. is quite isolated by the
boundary fence of Whipsnade Park Zoo Close to the
N.W.. and a deepish valley lo the South; and by the
escarpment of these chalk hills dropping steeply away
on the far side of the Zoo. It all seems well removed
from ions and ionization. but perhaps not quite so
remote as your editor and G. W. Creighton anticipated
when they suggested that I Should report on this case.

It all started with a single flash of lightning which
struck on or near the common at about l.45 p.m on
January 28, 1966. Probably an ordinary stroke, because
rain was falling and the atmosphere was heavy, but
it could have been initiated by artificial ionization of
the air. l mention the possibility not because any
flying object was seen. But isolated strokes are not all
that frequent and this one was certainly followed by
some extraordinary events.

Alex Butler. aged I0 years, and his friends-Tony
Banks, Kerry Gahill, Andrew Hoar,
David Inglis, Colin Lonsdale and John
Mickleburgh were playing on the Common on
their way to afternoon school. They were in the vicinity
of the Dell, which is a shallow valley thickly strewn
with hawthorn, gorse and bracken; and a few Old
tin cans and motor tires. The undergrowth is riddled
with passages connecting several dens under the bigger
bushes, all no doubt the work of generations of
Children and animals; and there is a small open space
hidden in the middle. The whole is reminiscent of a
surface version of a miniature Viet Cong hideout,
providing good cover, even in Winter, coupled with
surprising freedom of movement-for diminutive
creatures. The school is about 200 yards away and the
nearest houses maybe 150 yards, but small persons
could remain concealed for a long time were it not for
the children who obviously regard this as their territory
and know virtually every blade of grass in it.

A few minutes after the lightning, and its associated
thunder. Alex was casting a proprietary eye over the
Dell from the top of its northern bank when he saw,
quite clearly over the open center, "a little blue man
with a tall hat and a beard" standing upright and still
in front of the bushes at the opposite bank.
He immediately shouted a description to his friends.
who were initially skeptical but confirmed his view on
joining him. Reacting as if to an intruder, they all
began to run down the bank towards the stranger who
was only about 20 yards away. The little man reacted,
in turn, by “disappearing in a puff of smoke".

It is easy at this stage, to rationalize the happening
into a fairy story based on optical and electrical
effects emanating from the lightning, but this tale
continues-without further discharges.

Finding nothing at the place where he was first seen,
the boys ran on. Little to their right along the bottom
of the dell and then up the far bank; still searching
for their elusive quarry. They soon saw him again
this time to their left farther along the top of the bank
and on the opposite side of the bushes that had previously
formed his background. Once again he was
standing still and facing them at a range of 20 yards.
They again approached him and he repeated his
disappearing trick.

The third time they saw him he was back at the
bottom of the Dell, not far from his original position.
His pursuers had by now reached his second location.
Looking at him through the little bushes, they
became aware of “voices" which they describe in
a manner suggesting a continuous
incomprehensible, and "foreign-sounding" babble,
coming from a point in the bushes closer to them and
down the slope to the right of their line of sight. A
feeling that the little fellow had associates who were
communicating with him and to whom he was replying,
although they could detect no movement on his part.
induced a sense of caution which deterred them from
rushing towards him as before. Instead. the boys
continued to circle the Dell until they could look
down it, whereupon they saw him for the fourth and
last time still standing as motionless as ever in the
same place. Uncertain what to do next. they milled
around for a few more minutes before they told their teacher’s
their experience.

They warned Miss Newcomb that she would not
believe it, but, knowing them as well as she does and
after assessing their excitement and listening to their
story, she did believe them. She then very sensibly
separated them and made each write it down in his
own words. The essays were re-written two weeks later.
not in order to alter their substance but simply to
improve their spelling and tìdyness, and were pasted
into a book entitled "The Little Blue Man on Studham
Common”. It makes fascinating and convincing reading.
I only wish there were space enough to reproduce it
here. No doubt it will occupy an honored place in
the archives of the Studham Village Primary School.

The case was brought to our attention by Mr. L.
Moulsler, a long-standing reader of this review, who
sent a cutting about it from the Borough
Gazette, dated March 3. He kindly accompanied
CB., G.W.C. and myself in a preliminary survey of the
district and reminded us of local sightings investigated
by him in previous years: an apparent landing at the
rim of the hills not far from the Zoo and another,
more controversial, case at the nearby Flying Club,
of which he is a member. G.W.C. has also found another
cutting from the aforementioned newspaper: dated
October I5, 1965, it describes mystery lights in the
sky over Whipsnade. Finally, it is hardly necessary
to mention the Wildman Case (FLYING SAUCER Review,
March/April 1962,) that look place near Aston
Clinton about six miles away on February 9. i962.

Returning lo our present case: Miss Newcomb
arranged for Mr. and Mrs. Creighton, Colin McCarthy,
and myself to meet the principals at the school on
Saturday afternoon, May 13. Without any prompting
from their obviously respected and loved teacher,
they gave a very competent account of the whole
incident. They also took us to the places involved and
then returned with us to the schoolroom to go into
more detail. The following additional points emerged -

They estimate the little man as tall (by comparison
with themselves), with an additional 2ft. accounted for
by a hat or helmet best described as a tall brimless
bowler, i.e. with a rounded top. The blue color turned
out to be a dim grayish-blue glow lending to obscure
outline and detail. They could, however, discern a line
which was either a fringe of hair or the lower edge
of the hat. two round eyes, a small seemingly
triangle in place of a nose, and a one-piece vestment
extending down to a broad black belt carrying a black
box at the front about six inches square. The arms
appeared short and were held straight down close
to the sides at all times. The legs and feet were indistinct.
The "beard" is interesting: apparently it extended
from the vicinity of the mouth downwards to divide
and ran to both sides of the chest. Although agreeing
that it could have been breathing apparatus. the boys
could not see clearly enough to be certain and this
thought had not occurred to them.

The disappearances caused me some difficulty at
first, but became more understandable after further
explanation of the "smoke" was apparently a
whirling cloud of yellowish-blue mist shot towards the
pursuers, possibly from the box on the belt. They
agreed that he could have stepped into the bushes before
this camouflage cleared, although it dissipated quite
quickly. They heard no sound other than the voices
and saw no movement at any time. Nor did they smell
any smells or see anything strange in the vicinity,
either on the ground or in the air.

The glow and the mist could have been the products
of ionising radiation. Indeed, similar emanations, not
necessarily from the same source could have triggered-
off the lightning in an atmosphere already charged by
natural processes. However. we must not carry speculation too far. All that we are certain of at this stage is that this is no ordinary fairy tale. Nobody who knows the boys disputes that it really happened.

LOU FARISH

2012-01-27T07:22:00.000-08:00

From: Jerry Blackburn <jbmac05@mac.com>
Date: Thu, Jan 26, 2012 at 10:33 PM
Subject: Lou Farish
To:

Friends of Lou,

I'm sorry to have to tell you that Lou died of cancer this afternoon at 4:55 PM CST in Morrilton, Arkansas at the River Chase Rehabilitation and Care Center where he had been under hospice care since early September. He died peacefully, was not in pain, and was surrounded by a small group of friends. A memorial service is tentatively planned for 2:00 PM on Saturday, February 4, at the Harris Funeral Home in Morrilton, AR. Confirmation of the date and time will be in an obituary to be posted in a day or two on the Harris Funeral Home website at www.harrisfuneralhomes.net. If I can provide additional information, please let me know.

If you cannot attend Lou's memorial service, but would like to send me a short statement to be read at the service about how you knew and/or will remember Lou, I will be glad to do that for you. We may also include these statements in a program to remember Lou this April at the Ozark UFO Conference in Eureka Springs. Also, if you have any favorite photos of Lou that we can use in the service, I would appreciate it if you would scan or photograph them and send them to me, and especially any early photos from the 70s and 80s. I have attached below one of the last photos of Lou, taken with myself outside the nursing home in mid-November.

Since Lou did not have a wife, children or siblings, he left his estate, including 80 acres of land, to a trust to be used to encourage UFO research and education through awards, fellowships and mini-grants over the next several years.

Lou was one of the most interesting people I ever met, and like many of you, I thought of him as one of my best friends. He was one of a kind, and will be greatly missed, both as a person and for his many contributions to ufology. His circle of friends goes far beyond the e-mail list I'm sending this message to. If you have email addresses for others who knew and cared about Lou, please forward this message on to them.

Jerry Blackburn

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BIGFOOT BABIES SEEN IN FOUR STATES

2012-01-26T07:00:00.000-08:00

The following four reports are from people who live in remote areas and have seen Bigfoot babies. You can find their complete accounts and those of others in the book “Impossible Visits” by Christopher Noel. The book, published in 2009, primarily focuses on ways a few Bigfoot and humans have established unique relationships with each other.

REPORT ONE is from a man in New York State who’s had direct experiences with Bigfoot since he was six years old. At that young age, a Bigfoot family befriended him. He named the giant male Midget, his mate Momma, and their three children Sissy, Junior and Little Brother.

“They are like us but they groom each other and they got wild eyes if you look them straight on at first, then they relax. They’re like a married couple, they bicker and everything. Plus I didn’t want to share this because I didn’t feel you would believe me, but they had a baby. . . . I might be the only human to see a baby Bigfoot. Very cute, he looked like a newborn maybe a foot and a half from head to toe or two feet maybe. They had him in a piece of cloth they scavenged from somewhere.”

REPORT TWO is from a Texas woman who, along with her husband and two young teenage children, has had ongoing interactions with a Bigfoot family.

THE WOMAN: “They usually show themselves to the younger kids, more than to us grownups. Our daughter (Rachel) is the main one to see them. She’s actually seen the mom and twin babies!
“If our chronology is accurate, we saw the mom pregnant outside our backdoor early last December. She was huge and we think her giving birth was imminent. Then Rachel (later) saw two babies in our pasture that ran for their momma and they were about the size of a mid-size dog. They ran on all fours, like a chimp runs. . . . Rachel said the mom she saw was beautiful. She had very pretty features.”

THE DAUGHTER: “It was two baby Bigfoots. I was shocked! And I shined the light back on the cornfield, and I could see them running through the corn, and I was like, I’m going to go get a closer look, so I ran up to the fence, and I get within about six to eight feet of the fence, and Mama walks out, puts her hands on the fence and just looks at me. . . . She had a very human face, very pretty. She didn’t have hair on her face either. Black skin, chocolate black. More like charcoal.”

REPORT THREE is from a woman who lives adjacent to a thick forest and vast swampland in North Carolina.

“They imitate my son, and say, ‘Mom!’ loudly, they can sound just like him. I thought he was playing tricks, until they did it when I was here alone, and then when he was with me talking to me.”
When my grandchild was here last year, at age six, she used to walk near the woods and talk to herself constantly. She would take her toys and play there too. I would be gardening, and ask her who she was talking to. She would say the hairy people in the woods, or the hairy kids in the woods. I thought she had a good imagination. I didn’t know anything about the Bigfoots back then.”

REPORT FOUR is from a woman who is a retired police detective in Oklahoma.

“My nine-month-old grandson, Squirt, was sitting in the sandbox at the time of ‘the monkey-chase,’ as the kids called it. He was reaching and laughing at the bushes where they burst out. It was his behavior that got my attention at first. He was cooing and laughing as he reached out in that direction. I thought wow he must see one of the cats. A split second later the first one burst out of the brush and ran bouncing across the yard. . . .

“I saw three of them. The grandkids say there were five altogether, plus the babysitter. . . . I saw one very dark one, mouse-colored, and one red. The grandsons said there was actually three very dark ones and the two lighter one. They were everywhere in a matter of seconds. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever had happen. They burst out of the bushes, ran all around us, and the kids gave chase like a game of hide-n-seek. They won hands down. Then they were gone. They were between two-and-a-half and three-and-a-half feet tall, rail thin and fast as the wind. Along with a female about five-and-a-half feet tall hiding in the shadows and holding a baby. . . . The most amazing thing is they never made a sound.”

From Sky Ships over Cashiers - skyshipsovercashiersnc@yahoo.com

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From the American Legion Magazine, January 2012

"The US government has no evidence that any life exists outside our planet, or that an extraterrestrial presence has contacted or engaged any member of the human race." - Paul Larson of the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, responding to a petition calling on the US government to disclose knowledge of, or communication with extraterrestrial beings.

I heard this on Coast to Coast last night too. A blatant statement that will make more people than usual believe in UFOs! It was also sent to me today by Robert Gribble, I guess he couldn't believe they would blatantly say that. There are so many persons that have seen and experienced UFOs that it doesn't matter what the TPTB says.

Tonight's Show, Thursday, January 26th: Coast to Coast am.

Investigative reporter Linda Moulton Howe will discuss 4 black stallion mutilations that occurred in Jan. 2011 in England, a large aerial craft and missing time that several witnesses experienced in Utah during Dec. 2011, the issues for Americans in regards to the National Defense Authorization Act, and the dangers of genetically modified crops to humans and animals. First hour guest, paranormal investigator Joshua P. Warren talks about opening your spiritual vision in 2012.

October 1, 1975 – Kingsley, Michigan – 10 EDT

2012-01-22T08:28:00.000-08:00

From UFOSNW.COM

Sketch of Object Showing Entities in Windows.

Description: My ex-husband and I were driving in our car on a dirt/gravel road in Grand Traverse County, Michigan between Kingsley, Michigan and Buckley, Michigan. I believe the road was Schichtel Road. Now I believe that road is a paved road with houses on it. The year was somewhere in the mid 1970s. I never wanted to tell anyone because I thought they wouldn’t believe me. I am not too sure of the exact time of year, but I think it was in the fall. The road was lined with trees on both sides. We came to an opening on the right side of the car and a jet was hovering in that field not over 100 yards away. It was probably closer because we saw people in the jet windows. It was perfectly still, not moving at all and hovering above the ground about 20 feet. It made no noise.

At this point my ex-husband and I looked at each other and said: “What is that? Then, “It’s a jet and there are people in it and it’s not moving, but that’s impossible.” Even if it were a jet (it looked like one, not a hologram) jets don’t hover. It was silver in color with no markings on it. We were very scared and found a place to turn around to go the other way and when we passed the open field the jet was still there. We went home.

Seeing a jet in that area anytime day or night, hovering or flying was very unusual. We were 20 miles south of an airport which only prop planes flew in and out of during the 1970s.

It was a solid object. The people in the windows were people. My conjecture is possibly time travel? There is no other explanation other than parallel universes. I really don’t know. I have read a few other sightings something like this but not as graphic as the one we saw.

Please let me know if there are any more sightings such as this as early as the mid 1970′s. No internet, camera phones or cell phones.
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About 1967 I met a UFO researcher with Aerial Phenomena Research Organization (APRO) in Seattle, Washington. His name was Gene Thrune. In the course of doing research he proceeded to tell me about the time he was traveling from Seattle to Bend, Oregon on business. As he was driving up the Columbia River Gorge on what was then Highway 30, he saw over the Columbia River what he thought was an airplane but as he approached it he could see it was not. It looked like the fuselage of a silver airplane, however it had no wings. It did have windows like in the above drawing. In the windows he could see people in formal dress standing up and looking out the windows. As he proceeded on pass it all of a sudden it made an 180 degree turn and passed him up. He drove on to Bend, Oregon. The next day in the newspaper in Bend there was a photo of the object on the front page of the paper! It could have been the same object as the story above tells about or one similar.

INSIGHT OR INCITE

2012-01-19T08:22:00.000-08:00

George Van Tassel was a famous contactee in the 50's. He was given plans to build the Integratron by his alien contacts. When completed it would cure man's physical maladies. Unfortunately it was never finished by the time he passed on. He also produced "Proceedings" monthly. This article was written by him.
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You may consider this short narration factual, or fictional; just as you wish. It is based on hearsay from an ex-Navy man, and several "projections" into the places described, by yours truly.

Near a far northern Air Force base, which I am not naming out of respect for government security, is a large cavern in a mountain side. The mountain is surrounded by barbed wire and an armed guard. Inside this tremendous cavern is a large amount of machinery. Some of it is the creation of another advanced civilization on the Earth. Others of these machines are the product of this present American people.

Secrecy shrouds every movement in this area. People working inside the cavern have the finest of equipment, lighting, heating, and ventilation. The very latest electronic and magnetic appliances are gathered there.

The cavern is segregated into areas, each having large signs warning the people not to go from their own area to any other, under threat of rigid penalties.

Parts are wrapped and covered to prevent the people from seeing any assembly they are not working on. Is this where some of our "missing" scientists are now working?

In one super secret closed-in area is a "flying saucer." It sets upon a retractable center stand much like a lap base. The entrance to the "saucer" is up a ladder in this center stand tube. On the base is stenciled in red paint "Tesla Sphere - P-A."

Did Nicola Tesla really die, or is he still alive in this cavern?

One assembly in the cavern looked like the rotor of the power plant of the Venusian scoutship that I went aboard in August, 1953.

Everyone in the cavern is living in a state of terrific tension and suspicion of everyone else. Several had a high psychic "pickup."

In another room sits a humanoid under Marine guard. He has an exceptionally large head and large golden eyes. He is very telepathic, and is not happy in his confinement. At intervals he is fed and permitted some exercise, always under armed guard.

In the opposite hemisphere is an almost equal condition. In the South Polar region is another entrance to the underground. Surrounding it is vegetation, a mild climate, and warm water lakes. An expedition of US Military and scientific men are established nearby.

A positive polarity fog enshrouds the area. This fog causes people to apparently disappear at a short distance. Undergound is an unknown race of people. They are all that is left of a great race that occupied our surface at one time. They have been called by some the "rainbow" people.
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Since this article was written in the 50's it makes one wonder when the underground facilities were first begun. Sounds like Area 51!

I recently watched a movie on television about a exploration group that went to the South Polar region. They discovered the warm lake with green grass growing around it. That program verified what Van Tassel said in the article.

The above article was written July, 1956.
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From the American Legion Magazine, January 2012

"The US government has no evidence that any life exists outside our planet, or that an extraterrestrial presence has contacted or engaged any member of the human race." - Paul Larson of the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, responding to a petition calling on the US government to disclose knowledge of, or communication with extraterrestrial beings.

I heard this on Coast to Coast last night too. A blatant statement that will make more people than usual believe in UFOs! It was also sent to me today by Robert Gribble, I guess he couldn't believe they would blatantly say that. There are so many persons that have seen and experienced UFOs that it doesn't matter what the TPTB says.

DYING GIRL SAVED BY HUMANOID SURGEONS

2012-01-15T08:55:00.000-08:00

Remarkable cure in Brazil reported to Flying Saucer Review

by Olavo T. Fontes, M.D.

On May I?, 1958, my friend Joân Marlins, who at
that time was publishing in the magazine O
Cruzeiro a series of cases on the Brazilian UFO "Flap"
of 1957, received the following letter. datelined Rio de
Janeiro, May I4, 1958:

"Dear Sr. Marlins.

"I have seen your articles and l wish to congratulate
you.

"l believe in the existence of the so-called 'flying
saucers` because l was a witness to an occurrence related
with them. 1 don`t know if you are going to believe me,
but I swear for everything that I am telling only the
truth. I am poor but honest, and I am not going to
mention the true names and you will understand.

“My name is Anazia Maria*. I am 32 years old and
living now in Rio de Janeiro.

"I worked with Sr. X (my ex-master) until December
1957, he is a rich man from this city, forgive me for not
giving the name.

"The daughter of my master was with cancer in the
stomach. She suffered too much, and I was engaged to
serve as a kind of housekeeper and mostly to look for
Miss Laiz, the sick girl.

“She had been submitted to all treatments. but the
doctors had said there was no hope. In August, |957,
my master took all the family to his little farm close lo
Pelropolis hoping to see Miss Laiz better in that good
climate. but the days passed and nothing happened. She
couldn`t| call, the pains were horrible and she was always
taking injections of morphine.

“On the night of October 25, I remember well, Miss
Laiz’s pains were terrible, the injection was valueless,
we were thinking that she was going to die, my master
was crying in the corner, when suddenly a strong light
illuminated the right side of the house (at the little
farm close to Petropolis). We were gathered in Miss
Laiz`s room, which window was placed exactly on the
right side, the room was lighted only by the small table
light. Suddenly it got so much light as if the beam of a
searchlight had been pointed to the inside of the room.

"Sr. Julinho. son of my master, ran to the window
first and saw the so-called saucer. It wasn`t very big, I
have no study to be able to tell what was the diameter
and width. I know it wasn`t very big, the upper part
was involved by a yellow reddish light, and suddenly
an automatic hatch opened out and two small figures
came down. They walked in the direction of the house
and another figure stayed in the hatch of the saucer. It
became dark, and inside it-through the hatch-
appeared a light-greenish light like we see in a nightclub.

"The men entered the house, they were small in size,
they should have 1.20 meters in height, smaller than
the younger son of the master who was 10 years old.
They had long hair reaching the shoulders. yellow-red
hair, small eyes slanted like the Chinese, but of a strong
green colour. They had things on the hands, I think
they were gloves. the cloth was white and seemed thick.
The Clothes were all white, but the chest, the back and
the wrist glowed - l don`t know how to explain. They
approached the bed of Laiz., who was groaning with
pain with her eyes wide open and not knowing what was
happening around and was moving or talking, in a
horrible expectation. I was in the room together with
Sr. X and his wife. Sr. Julinho and his wife, and
Olavinho who was the ten-year old son of the master.

"The men looked silently at me and stopped beside
the bed of Laiz, spread on the bed the things they
carried. made a gesture to Sr. X, and one of them put
his hand on the forehead of Sr. X who started to tell
them all the case of Laiz, the disease, everything in
telepathy. The room was in absolute silence.

“The men began to illuminate the belly of Miss
Laiz with a bluish white light, which showed everything
inside; we all saw what was inside the belly of the girl.
With another instrument that was making a creaking
sound, “he” pointed in the direction of the stomach of
Miss Laiz„ and we could see the ulcer in the stomach.

“That operation lasted for almost half an hour. Miss
Laiz slept, and they went away, but before leaving the
house communicated lo Sr. X, through telepathy. that
he should give a medication to Miss Laiz during a
month; then they gave to Sr. X a hollow ball which
was of steel. l think, and inside we found 30 small white
balls, they were the capsules to be taken one each day,
and she would be cured.

"Really Miss Laiz was cured, and Sr. X, according to
the agreement he had made with those men, avoided
any publicity.

"In December. a few days before I left their house
Miss Laiz went back to the doctor who verified she had
no cancer anymore.

“l left the house, but made the promise to keep
absolute secret about the case. However, I am telling
you about it, and I ask you to keep the secret. If the
case is mentioned in your articles there will be no
consequences because l will never disclose their names.
However, l swear to you that everything really happen-
ed; my darling Miss Laiz was condemned to die of
cancer of stomach and almost at the end she was saved
by an instrument that looked like a flashlight, that
emitted Some rays that look off the cancer and she was
cured. And those men have done many things of this
kind to the people of the earth (planet). to show us that
we must have no fear of them.

"They saved Miss Laiz, and in the same night went
back to the saucer and were gone forever.

"They are indeed from Mars and come
here to Search for magnesium, which they purify there
in their planet, and this magnesium is used for their
constructions and for the so~called Flying saucers.

“They have no intention of fighting against the
people of earth, this 1 was informed hearing what Sr.
X was telling the family- Please. don`t put me in a bad
position; if you mention the case. never tell in your
articles that you know about it from Anazia Maria.

"I don`t want to pass for a blackmailer or be in a bad
position with my ex-master. I am telling you this only
to help you in your investigation of the problem.

"Forgive me for not giving my address. l live in Río,
in a suburban district. I am honest and sincere but I
don’t want no press interviews because of my ex-master.

“Thanks for your attention.

Anazia Maria.”

The writer was obviously a person of little Culture,
but in spite of that, her letter is sincere. Despite her bad
use of the Portuguese language which I have tried to
convey in this translation, she tells her tale so well that
we can almost re-live the scene as if we were there
ourselves. In my opinion this means that the letter was
written with emotion; the emotion of something that
might really have happened.

There are also technical details which are very
interesting, such as the bluish while light which showed
everything inside the body of the patient (an advanced
form of X-rays); like the instrument looking like a
flashlight, which evidently was emitting some kind of
radiation capable of killing the cancer cells (an advanced
form of cobalt ray therapy‘?); and like the chemical
treatment to complete the cure, which also makes
sense. Another interesting thing is the telepathy through
physical contact. There is also the description of the
humanoid occupants of small size with long
hair, light eyes slanted like the Chinese of which we have
seen in other cases with disturbing frequency.

However, I was ready to reject this case mostly
because of the part involving telepathy (in which I don’t
believe). I didn't, only because of another case (also in
my 'reserve’) which happened in the night of October
I0, 1957 (15 days before). l will describe only a small
part of it: "Then a door was opened in the object
automatically (like a Convair door). There appeared
two persons, then two more. then still two others and
finally a seventh one, who passed between the two
groups formed by the others. They watched the truck
for three minutes, all of them; all those people looked
like men of Earth but they were smaller in size, had
long hair on the shoulders and the clothes were lumi-
nous at the chest. "When those small men were looking
at me I went into a trance-like state and had the strange
feeling that they were saying: We come in a peaceful
mission _ . ." (unquote).

As the case of the “operation" was never published,
the coincidence of another incident at the same period
with similar details on the occupants, clothes, and
mental communication again, is evidently disturbing. I
decided to put both cases in the "special File” for future
reference. The case of the “0peration" is not closed yet.
As a medical doctor. living in Rio. I still hope to
some clue (among my patients and other doctors) about
someone who was cured from a gastric cancer in some
unexplainable way.

*The name has been changed as requested by the witness.
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This is an old case but one that has been repeated many times. It is unique in the history of UFO contacts. - P. Urial

MAN TRAPPED IN TIME VORTEX APPEARS IN THE FUTURE

2012-01-12T07:57:00.000-08:00

By Terrence Aym

Did a space-time vortex snatch a man from the 1800s and plop him down in the middle of traffic on a busy New York City street? Many witnesses—including the New York Police Department—say YES…

Time travel stories have emerged over the centuries . One of the best time travel stories convinced many people—including some of the NYPD—that time travel’s not a theory, but real.

The Spanish website sinmisterios.com recounts the tale of the best documented occurence of time travel in recorded history. The incident is allegedly corroborated by witnesses 74 years apart.

All details are said to be documented by official law enforcement records.

Rudolf Fenz, Senior disappeared in 1876. Despite an intense search by police, Fenz was never found. Yet his family always held out hope that the kindly immigrant from Europe would return. They waited years, eventually dying one-by-one still with the hope that their beloved Rudolf might come back.

Busy New York City, New York — circa 1950s

The return of Rudolf Fenz

Long after all his living relatives had died, Rudolf Fenz returned. And he returned in the most incredible fashion possible. For Rudolf Fenz suddenly materialized on June 1950 in the middle of a busy Fifth Avenue in downtown Manhattan—74 years after vanishing without a trace.

Seconds after appearing in the midst of heavy traffic he was struck down and killed by a car.

Time had played a cruel trick on Fenz, it propelled him three-quarters of a century into the future only to toss him in front of a speeding automobile.

What is time, what is space? We really don’t know

New York’s Finest get involved

From the beginning of their investigation into the odd death of a strangely attired man, the New York police knew the case was anything but typical.

The motorist who struck and killed the odd pedestrian testified the man seemed bewildered and confused…in a daze. The driver swore the man literally appeared with no warning right in front of him.

The corpse itself was an enigma.

Although the deceased dressed immaculately and his clothes looked new, the police investigation confirmed the mystery man laying dead on the street wore clothing almost a century out of date.

Police officers of the 1950s were no-nonsense cops

According to police records - written by the
investigating officers at the scene of the accident—the dead man wore a black coat, a wide-brimmed hat, trousers and odd shoes that fastened with archaic, 19th Century style oversized buckles. He appeared to be in his early thirties.

Police found coins long out of general circulation—some still retaining mint luster—in the man’s pockets. In his leather billfold were U.S. banknotes with dates preceding the 1870s and crisp calling cards engraved with the name “Rudolf Fenz, Senior.”

The officers also discovered a receipt for the boarding of horses and storage of a carriage among the man’s effects.

Old Times Square, New York City — 1950

Amazing facts uncovered

Unable to determine where Rudolf Fenz, Senior lived—or locate any next of kin—the police handed the case over to one of their crack missing person’s investigators, Hubert Rihn. With the resources of the Missing Persons Bureau of the State of New York, Rihn contacted his counterparts in European countries, including Austria and Germany, in an attempt to find any existing relatives of the victim.

Allegedly, Rihn’s investigation ran into blind alleys.

Finally, almost in an act of desperation, Rihn requisitioned a copy of an old New York City telephone directory from 1939. There, the dogged investigator found an important clue: the directory listed a man named Rudolf Fenz, Junior.

1950s New York where a confused Fenz met his death

That discovery, followed by a lot of painstaking police work, led Rihn to an elderly woman, the widow of Rudolf Fenz, Junior.

Here the case takes its most unusual and bizarre turn. The facts that emerged left the officers of the NY police force stunned.

During a lengthy interview with Mrs. Rudolf Fenz, Jr., she told investigators that her father-in-law, Rudolf Fenz, Senior, disappeared during his daily walk. At the time, his son—later her husband—was only four years old. Reports were made by the family and an investigation was undertaken by authorities, but no trace of her missing father-in-law ever surfaced.

The year was 1876. Rudolf Fenz, Senior was then 31 years old.

So Rihn dug into the 19th Century archives of unsolved missing persons cases recorded by the Missing Persons Bureau of the State of New York. There, to his astonishment, was the record of one Rudolf Fenz, Senior, reported by his family as missing. The record stated he’d never returned from his daily walk.

Photo claimed to be Rudolf Fenz, Senior: Time traveler

An old photograph of Rudolf Fenz, Senior accompanied the missing person report. The photo was the exact likeness of the man killed on the busy New York street.

Could the hapless Fenz, out for his daily walk, have been swept up by a time vortex and thrust into the alien world of the future there only to meet a swift and merciless death?

If so, then Rudolf Fenz, Senior, who lived only 31 years, died 105 years after his birth.

THE ABDUCTION OF FRANK RAMSEY (From UFO Experiences 2006)

2012-01-08T07:10:00.000-08:00

By Tom Dongo

I find the whole subject of UFOs and ETs, as well as anything connected to that subject, to be absolutely fascinating -- even some of the attributes of the phenomenon viewed by some with a measure of fear and loathing, or even terror. I think the reason for the fear is, in part, that many people fail entirely to grasp the actual magnitude of the presence of alien beings here on our planet.

I feel that the existence alone of these ET entities, as well as the almost inconceivable technology and mental abilities they must possess, is an opportunity for us to learn from them. It is a chance for us to break away finally from the railroad-track-like rut we have been in for so long. Look, for example, at some of our social, economic and religious belief patterns. Some, if not all of them, should have been tossed in the junk pile decades ago. Worst of all, like obedient sheep, the common man has been manipulated into position by greedy and power-hungry individuals for thousands of years.

This is a good chance to make a new start -- a clean, fresh start. Will it take something like bizarre-looking space aliens to jolt humanity out of our subservient, materialistic lethargy? Humanity surely needs to begin to work cooperatively together to create heaven on earth and to preserve what was given us to cherish.

The abduction of Frank Ramsey is a prime example of a worst-case scenario. He was taken against his will, examined on a ship and left with a feeling of having been personally violated. He was abused and dumped back on the planet with no consciously remembered reason why this was done to him. Frank has been abducted several times in the past, and after the first incident he nearly had to be hospitalized because of resulting emotional trauma. On this particular occasion, Frank remembered some of what had happened to him. At that time there were no support groups for abductees, although now there are many. These abductions by aliens not only of Frank but of countless others are absolutely real. We need to know why they are doing it. We need the explanation from the aliens themselves. We need concrete answers from the source of this activity and from no one else!

Here is Frank Ramsey's story in his own words. "It was April in 1976. I was staying at the ... Ranch near Loy Butte. I was out for a walk late one afternoon and I had gone out to the end of the ranch road to take pictures of the sunset. I took the pictures and had turned to go back. By the way, I had the exact same flashlight with me that I had had in the other incident -- not just the same model, but the exact same flashlight. (Author's note: This referred to a previous abduction in the same general area years earlier.) I turned to walk down this road that went around the other end of the ranch. I did that to avoid going back through the rocks and boulders the way I had come. But something compelled me to continue walking down the road past the ranch. Well, I was aware that it was 'something' compelling me. But out of curiosity, I let 'it' do it. So I went ahead and walked.

"In a while I came to a crossroads. Puzzled by where this other road went that I didn't even know about, I made a pile of rocks at the edge of this old road. I figured that the next day I could drive around, rediscover that old road and follow it. Just then the whole place lit up like daylight. I looked above me and there was a bright white sphere probably 30 to 40 feet off the ground. I ducked into a bush and reloaded my camera. I was determined to get a picture this time.

"This thing took off -- it would flash like a huge, brilliant flashbulb, and then it would be gone. And then a split second later it would flash fifty or sixty miles away. And then it would come back. And it did it again and again! Back and forth! Well, I took off through the bushes -- not on the road. I did not turn on my flashlight this time. In the dark I worked my way back almost to the ranch. I saw the sphere once with its light very dim, going along a wash behind me. So I figured it could do just about anything. But I was still trying to get back to the ranch.

"I almost got back. I was near the south end of the ranch, working my way down a wash in the dark. There was no moon to speak of, it was somewhat overcast, which didn't help any. It was then that I saw someone standing out on the side of a hill, waving a light at me. Well, I assumed this was one of my friends from the ranch; there were three of us that lived there. And so I turned my light on to answer. And I hollered to the person on the hillside and began to move toward him.

"Well, just about that time a car stopped on the road, the main road on the ridge above the ranch. Two people got out of the car, a man and a woman, and they began yelling and honking the car's horn. Then I realized that these were my friends from the ranch. I thought, well... I remember the exact thought: 'Well! If that's Laura and Paul up there, then what's this!!' I turned to look, and as I strained my vision it became clear to me that there was a sphere on the ground. It was the same one as before and it had a door open. I could make out a muted light inside. The thing was by then only about a hundred feet away -- I had walked a long way toward it. My heart started to race when I saw that there was a human-shaped creature standing by the side of the opening. This creature was made up of white light. I turned to run and the only thing I know to say is that it was like a 'freeze frame.' The next thing I know, everything's different. I'm standing on a rock. I don't know where I am. The only memory I have after turning to run was of being in the air about four or five feet above a big bush with my camera, tripod and all. I was like in a picture. It was, again, like a freeze frame. I was totally immobile; I couldn't move.

"Anyway, here I am standing on this rock and my first thought was to see if I was all there. I thought I might be hurt. I checked to see if my camera was intact and still with me -- and my tripod. I looked to see if I was all torn up and bleeding from running through the cactus, and my socks all full of thorns. None of this was true! I was just fine! I wasn't cut and scratched like I should have been, running through the bushes. I was very clean. I had all my camera gear with me. But I did not know where I was. I finally figured out that I was standing to the north of the ranch because I heard dogs barking. I turned and walked toward the dogs. It turned out they were at another ranch, and I was a long way from where I had been last. A mile and a half, probably -- maybe as much as two miles from where I had been. I wandered around in the darkness for some time. Finally, I saw the vague outline of Loy Butte silhouetted against the sky. It was then that I knew I was going in the wrong direction! Having hiked the area, I was somewhat familiar with the terrain. I got the right direction and managed to work my way back to the ranch. I must have wandered around for a couple of hours. I really don't know because I was so disoriented. But it was at least a couple of hours.

"Back at the ranch I told my story to my friends. I am not sure they believed me, but they did remember seeing my flashlight from the roadway where they were. Anyway, I have a memory of being inside that sphere. I remember looking out of a porthole-type window and I remember seeing stars outside it. I didn't remember anything else." (Note: After the incident, bit by bit, he began to remember the creatures. They were the Whitley Strieber type, with oversized bulbous heads, no ears, no hair, large almond eyes, etc.)

"I don't know why these incidents have occurred to me -- why me? If it ever happens again, I am going to face it without fear and without terror. And with solidity of purpose, I will find out what is going on. I will not let myself be overcome again!"

After reading Frank's account of his abduction, you may be left feeling somewhat stirred up. I was. You have to wonder if perhaps something like that happened to you and you don't remember it. Maybe it has. Few people have a conscious memory of an alien abduction. When lots of people get really riled up, it is then that we will get some solid answers. Frank's case (and there are now hundreds of similar, documented ones) is rather unusual because he does have memory of events leading up to his abduction. He also has some recollection of the abduction itself.

In Frank's experience, the abductors were very sloppy in their handling of the abduction. Usually they are not. In the majority of cases there is only strangely missing time. Typically, the abductee is going from point A to point B, which would normally take, say, ten minutes. The perplexed individual then discovers, to his or her consternation, that the trip actually took two hours and then minutes! What happened during those missing hours? Has it happened before? Will it happen again?

Most abductions in the last ten or twenty years were from the individual's own bedroom in the early hours of the morning, instead of from a car, a boat or during a camping, fishing, or hunting trip, etc. Why the recent shift? Might it be that alien methods or technology in that area have become more efficient? What are these abductors up to? Are these abductions for our welfare or for theirs? It's probably more for our welfare and our planet than for theirs -- in the long run. But only they know the exact reason why!

Regardless, these nocturnal intrusions must stop! It is our right to know the reason for such intrusions. The few ET races that are presently doing this should come to us, not the government, face to face and explain what they are doing and why they are doing it. Then we can choose to cooperate with them in these activities if their reasons are convincing and appropriate.
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Extracted from The Alien Tide by Tom Dongo, used with permission of the author.

TOM REED ABDUCTION CASE; Part 3

2012-01-05T08:37:00.000-08:00

Tom Reed Abduction Case: part 3

I spent the weekend with Tom Reed at the Tennessee MUFON Nashville/Murfreesboro Conference and heard Tom's story of abductions and spoke with him privately and feel he is telling the truth regarding his family - brother Matthew, mother Nancy, and grandmother have a documented history of multi-generational abductions that would span over fifty years, and five states MUFON. Investigators - Steve White and Max Mitchell are responsible for investigating the case and providing much of the information. They picked me up at the Nashville Airport for the conference.

Angie, Thomas' future wife, would move in with him. Angie AB Rh negative, became pregnant and things started up again. After leaving a black tie dinner at a local country club, Tom and Angie witnessed the landing of a craft within 100 yards of their car in Glastonbury, Connecticut.

Thomas shared the family abduction history from the start with Angie, and how his mother was first abducted in 1954. When his mother, and as difficult as it was to talk about, discussed it back in the 1950's with her mother, Thomas' grandmother, the grandmother would reveal to Nancy she also had been abducted as a child. Tom continued with the history and due to the pregnancy, would share his thoughts regarding the indoctrination period of select children.

Thomas and Angie moved to Fort Myers, Florida, where their son, Christopher was born. After Chris is taken home, he is found moved from face up to face down in his crib. Other effects such as rocking chairs rocking with nobody in them occurred.

Around the same time, a televised news report of a local man abducted from Fort Myers Beach makes local news. Tom and Angie were now concerned for Christopher. Thomas contacted the Miami MUFON chapter in 1994. Thomas and Anglia attended an abduction group in Fort Myers, and the investigation began. At this time, he handed over the drawings of symbols that he remembered from his time aboard the craft to the abduction's group director, who forwarded them for verification.
When they were returned, it was stated that they matched markings never before revealed to the public. Thomas speaks with Mary Zimmer, MUFON Assistant State Director. Angie became exhausted dealing with the abductions, and she had now had enough. Chris remained with Thomas after he and Angie divorced. Chris is a gifted boy and has been placed in accelerated programs and is especially high, in the 99 percentile in math by the 2nd grade.

In 2005, Thomas car was struck while sitting at a stoplight by tractor trailer truck in Boca Raton, Florida. He then moved to east Tennessee with Christopher, Matthew moved to Indiana. On his way home from work in April, 2009, Matthew awoke several miles off his normal route home with three hours of missing time and contacts MUFON.

Investigator Stewart Hill will document that the rear of the SUV is affecting a compass. There are other reports of UFO activity in the area. Thomas spoke with his brother Matthew and in time would also file a report with MUFON. Thomas also files a report with Steve White, a C.C. Detective with the Roane County Sheriff's Office and an Investigator with MUFON, after Thomas and his girlfriend are again experiencing activity in their home.

Chris has another series of awful nose bleeds. Steve and Thomas go over 50 years of abduction reports. Steve contacts the Assistant Director of MUFON in Miami who had been in contact with Thomas for over ten years. On February 2, 2010, Thomas awoke at 2:35 AM, to find himself hovering over his bed in a frozen state in an illuminated room. His feet and legs were near the ceiling fan, and his head and neck were on the bed and pillow, his arms were fixed to his side.

With every bit of his strength he was able to move his arm about two feet to the bed's headboard. He could not breathe or move for about 15 seconds. Then the room darkened and he was back in his bed and still wide awake.

Thomas awoke again in February in the same frozen state, unable to breath, wide awake this time sideways in the bedroom floating next to the window above his tanning bed, feet next to the window. The only thing he could move was his eyes, again 2:33 AM.

Thomas met with Steve and the Director of the Tennessee MUFON Chapter in Knoxville. He is asked if Thomas would agree to speak alongside of Travis Walton in Nashville in September, 2010. Thomas agrees and per MUFON's request, undergoes regressive hypnosis. Both Thomas and his son Christopher have exhibited some form of remote viewing capability with Chris exhibiting more than Thomas. Some of Christopher's ability was witnessed by the Knoxville Hypnosis Center, June 16, 2010.

Thomas would meet MUFON'S Investigator Steve White at a licensed polygraph service in Knoxville. This well respected polygraph office has been in business over 20 years. It is owned and operated by a retired police officer. This same officer discussed the events and history for over 3 hours in detail before submitting Thomas the polygraph. Tom passed the polygraph test dated 08-04-10 with a reading of: 0.1 (99.9%). :

http://www.ufocasebook.com/2010/reedabduction.html

THOMAS REED'S ABDUCTION CASE - PART 2

2012-01-01T06:50:00.000-08:00

Tom Reed's Abduction Case (part 2)

I spent the weekend with Tom Reed at the Tennessee MUFON Nashville/Murfreesboro Conference and heard Tom's story of abductions and spoke with him privately and feel he is telling the truth regarding his family - brother Matthew, mother Nancy, and grandmother have a documented history of multi-generational abductions that span over fifty years, and five states. Steve White and Max Mitchell are responsible for investigating the case and providing much of the information. They picked me up at the Nashville Airport for the conference.

In 1969, the grandmother Nancy and the two boys (Tom and Mathew photo) were coming home in their dark blue station wagon after a local horse show in the area when they saw an enormous craft. Thomas said it looked like a flying strip mall. Windows surrounded the entire craft, white and red lights came from under what looked like windows, the lights looked as if they shot out and went on and off.
This craft paced their car on the driver's side for several miles behind the trees that lined the side of the road. During this abduction of Thomas' entire family, he could hear his mother calling for him while he was being held in an open holding area close to the size of a football field before being taken to a very small room with five beings who were not present in previous abductions.
In this cramped white and well lighted room, they had Thomas lay on a table. Thomas broke free and ran out an opening into a huge, complex, intersecting hallway that had markings on the floor. He stopped, disoriented, and did not know where to run. He was taken back to the examining table by his escort, where he was covered with a large tube that resembled a MRI machine with holes in it.
Small patches were placed on the left side of his body and a device on the top of his head, and then he was returned to the station wagon. Matthew was unconscious in the back seat, Nancy was in the front passenger seat, and Tom was returned behind the driver seat. Thomas was the second to awake, and saw his grandmother walking aimlessly in the street.
He left the station wagon to lead his grandmother back to the car. By the time he could reach her, she had stumbled into a store that sat by itself on the opposite side of the road. When Tom got to her she was holding on to a child's stroller, just moving it back forth with her head down, lost and scared.
Thomas walked back to the car with his grandmother; she would break out in tears, but got back to the car to find Nancy conscious, and now in the driver seat. Not a sound would be heard during the ride back to the house.
This incident caused the family to sell their horses and home and move a good half hour away to a nearby town closer to the mother's job. The new house, strangely enough, had a huge willow tree.
Not long after moving into the new home, orbs appeared in Tom's bedroom, hovering for ten minutes or more. He watched every move, noticing the difference in movement and color.
A week or so passed and on a clear day, Thomas was walking along the road next to a park with friends, eating some chips, and heading to the benches, when a VW Bug-sized orb appeared in the sky at about 50 feet up, over the park. This orb was traveling at about 70 miles an hour.
It came at Thomas' group, turned left, and flew parallel to the ground until it rose to clear a house, at the bottom of the hill. It had swirls of orange and red in it, but there was no heat or sound. No mention of any of these events was made due the political aspirations of Thomas' stepfather, who would run on the Democratic ticket indorsed by Senator Christopher Dodd, and be elected Mayor.

Thomas had a motorcycle accident in Hartford, Connecticut, causing him to be hospitalized. For the next ten years, there were no visitations and his family went on with their lives. Thanks to Steve White and Max Mitchell & http://www.ufocasebook.com/2010/reedabduction.html

Thank you George Filer from the Filer Files for this interesting case.

FROM GOD LIKE PRODUCTIONS

2011-12-29T06:37:00.000-08:00

I was in high school with 2 other friends. We drove to the mall at about midnight because we heard the rumor that the Luby's restaurant in the mall stayed open later than the rest of the mall, and we had the plan to somehow sneak into the mall and run around at night.

Well we got to the mall and Luby's was already closed, so we started driving back home. On the way back there was a stretch of the highway that was slightly elevated with a lot of forest on either side. Driving past this part we all noticed a bright orange glow reflecting off these low hanging clouds to our left. This glow was coming from inside the forest.

We all thought it was a forest fire and we were looking for an adventure that night, so we decided to drive into the nearest neighborhood and see if we could somehow get closer to this fire.

Driving around in the neighborhood, we could not find a road that headed in that direction of the woods. So eventually we ended up parking our car and just walking into the woods. We had no flashlights or anything, but the orange glow off the clouds was illuminating the surrounding area somewhat. We basically just walked blindly in the direction of the source of the glow. At this point it was probably about thirty minutes after midnight.

After walking through the woods for awhile, we came across a makeshift road in the forest. It was composed of planks of wood lying one after the other. This road appeared to lead directly to the source of this glow. So we walked along the side of this road, in the direction of the glow.

Ahead of us the road curved and ended at this glow, it was enormously bright and there was a strange metallic grinding or roaring noise. We started to get nervous so we took cover in the woods and approached the destination through the woods, so that if anyone was there they wouldn't immediately see us. We came up to a clearing, my friends crouched down and I climbed a tree so I had the best vantage point.

What we were looking at was basically a clearing, at least a football field in diameter, with a gigantic crater in the center. It looked like a classic moon crater, raised on the edges. There was a HUGE flame coming out of this crater, this flame must have been over a hundred feet across and the flames were as high or higher than the surrounding trees. Standing around this crater were approximately 15-20 men in yellow hazmat suits. In the center of this flame I could barely make out a rectangular black object maybe about the size of a refrigerator. In the background of the clearing, behind this flame, were several large trailer houses.

Occasionally a low metallic grinding or roaring would be heard from the crater, and the flames would leap even higher into the air. I climbed down the tree so I could tell my friends what I had seen. We contemplated just walking out there and asking these men what was going on, but we were young and scared that maybe these people would kill us because we saw something we weren't supposed to see.

Eventually we left, and we spent the whole night theorizing about what was going on in that strange scene in the middle of the night in the woods. If it was just regular people doing some ordinary legitimate work, why do it at 1 in the morning?

Several days later I was telling a friend this story, and he didn't believe me. It was during the daytime and we decided to go back to the scene. We basically retraced my steps exactly, parked in the same place and walked through the woods. We found the road and followed it to the clearing. When we got there we discovered that everything, including the crater, was completely gone. It was simply an empty clearing now. We looked around for clues and found nothing.

I posted this story on a paranormal forum many years ago, asking if anyone knew what these guys were doing. No one could give me an answer, apparently it's very odd that these guys were doing whatever they were doing in the dead of night.

THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS

2011-12-25T06:40:00.000-08:00

NOT UFO RELATED

Author Unknown

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George, as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty, "Stew ... made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken."

George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. " You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ......." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pee shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."

George handed the gun to the cop. Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee." the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said, "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left ?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

PRESIDENTIAL BIGFOOT

2011-12-22T06:41:00.000-08:00

Presidential Bigfoot

Posted by admin On December - 23 - 2010

From Fate Magazine

Teddy Roosevelt during his time as a rancher

Just 100 years ago, Theodore Roosevelt was the country’s chief executive and favorite son. His personality was larger than life. His exploits captured people’s imaginations worldwide. After the death of his first wife in 1884, Roosevelt spent two years as a rancher and hunter on his ranch in the Badlands of Dakota Territory. He climbed down from the saddle long enough to pen three books during this period. In 1893, he published a lengthy and most entertaining narrative entitled The Wilderness Hunter: An Account of the Big Game of the United States and Its Chase with Horse, Hound, and Rifle, a memoir of sorts of his days in the territories. Among the stories recorded here is what seems to have been a 19th-century Bigfoot encounter.

The Frontiersman’s Tale

The report came to Roosevelt from the lips of a grizzled old mountain man named Bauman, who had spent the entirety of his very long life on the frontier. As he recollected the details of the event, Bauman had difficulty controlling his emotions. The event was very real to him.

Bauman was a trapper as a young man. His strange encounter occurred sometime between 1810 and 1840 when he and a partner were trapping in an area around the forks of the Salmon and Wisdom rivers in the Bitteroot Mountains, near the border of Idaho and Montana. The trapping business was rather lean so the two frontiersmen decided to try their skills in a remote area around a small mountain stream that seemed to have a lot of beaver signs.
This area had a rather sinister reputation. A year earlier, a lone hunter had wandered into the area and been slain by a wild beast. His half-eaten remains were discovered by a prospector. People who knew of the strange killing gave that area a wide berth, but this did not deter the two adventuresome trappers.

Bauman and his partner rode to within a four-hour hike of the area where they were going to trap. They hobbled their mountain ponies in a beaver meadow and set off on foot into the underbrush of the Bitteroot Range.

The trappers hastily erected a lean-to where they stowed their packs, then hurried upstream to set a few traps and explore for signs before nightfall. When they returned to their makeshift camp at dusk, they made an unpleasant discovery. Their packs had been vandalized, and their gear thrown in every direction. Whatever attacked the camp had been vigorous in its assault, churning up the ground and completely destroying the lean-to.

Such vandalism was completely out of place. Frontiersmen knew of the hardship of survival. Lean-tos might stand for years as hunter after hunter used them and passed on their way. Packs were far too valuable to be recklessly strewn on the ground; they might be purloined by the unscrupulous, but never vandalized. Bears and other creatures might be drawn to food, but this was evidently not the case. It appeared someone was bent on destroying their packs.
As the unfortunate trappers gathered up their possessions, they noticed footprints in the ground that were “quite plain.” The urgency of salvaging their goods and rebuilding the lean-to required their immediate energies. The footprints, plain or otherwise, would have to wait.

Two Long Nights

When the camp was restored, Bauman began cooking a meal while his partner examined the footprints by torchlight. Returning for another firebrand, he remarked that the attacker walked on two legs. Bauman broke into laughter at the idea of a marauding bear walking upright as it demolished the camp. His partner insisted the bear must have walked on its hind legs and took a larger firebrand to examine the tracks in more detail. The prints clearly indicated that they were made by a creature that walked upright, having been made by two paws or feet.

Around midnight, Bauman was awakened by a noise. An awful stench filled his nostrils, the strong odor of a wild beast. By the opening of the lean-to, he saw the menacing shadow of a great body lurking in the darkness. He fired his rifle. The shot either missed its intended mark or did little harm to the towering form, but whatever it was ran off. The curtain of night could not obscure the sounds of something very large forcing its way through the thick underbrush surrounding the camp.

The second half of the night passed slowly as the trappers watchfully tended the fire. Nothing more of the great thing was heard, seen, or smelled that night.

When daylight came the two men set out to check their traps and make additional sets. Both were experienced mountain men, but instead of separating and covering twice as much area, they worked together all day. The events of the previous night obviously impacted them enough to alter their behavior.

As the last light of the afternoon began to give way to the ensuing night, the men reached their camp. It was déjà vu: again the camp had been destroyed. All their possessions had been rummaged and tossed about. The earth was churned up, indicating a great deal of furious activity. In the soft, damp earth near the stream were found clear footprints as crisp as if made in snow. The tracks were made by a creature that was obviously bipedal.

As darkness surrounded them, the trappers restored their camp as best they could, concentrating their efforts on building a roaring fire. That night, they could hear branches breaking in the underbrush, indicating that it was near. Occasionally it emitted long, drawn-out groans and moans, sounds that proved to be terrifying to the two men.

With the arrival of the new day came a decision. Although the area showed signs of an abundance of game, very little had been taken so far. Combined with the harassment of the unwelcome camp follower, the trappers decided to leave.

As the two men collected the traps they had set the day before, they felt the presence of someone or something watching them, dogging them. Their awareness of this phantom seemed to intensify their resolve to leave the area.

A Fatal Decision

But the light of day began to work on their manhood. They felt embarrassed about sticking so close together. Both men were experienced in wilderness survival. Both had faced danger from man, beast, and the elements before and had prevailed. Perhaps this reasoning influenced their next move. They decided to separate. Bauman was to check the remaining traps while his partner returned to camp and pack. They would meet at the camp and move somewhere else.

Fortune blossomed at the wrong time: each of the three remaining sets had caught a beaver. One of the poor creatures had fought with the trap and tangled the chain in a beaver lodge, requiring extra time to untangle. By the time Bauman had skinned the beaver carcasses and stretched the pelts, most of the afternoon was gone. As the last moments of daylight were disappearing, he neared the camp.
An eerie silence seemed to envelop the site. No birds could be heard. Bauman’s steps were muted by the pine needles and even the perpetual breeze of the mountains was still. He whistled, expecting a reply from his partner. No acknowledgement was heard. All was silent.

Within sight of the camp, Bauman saw that the fire was out, a thin blue smoke trailing from the dying embers. His partner’s lifeless body lay stretched on the ground by the trunk of a fallen tree. The body was still warm. The poor man’s neck had been broken. Four fang-like incisions marked the throat. Footprints indicated the attack was from an animal that walked on two legs.

Upon completion of packing, the unfortunate trapper must have sat on the tree trunk facing the fire waiting for Bauman to return. Reaching out from behind the resting man, the unknown creature must have wrenched the trapper’s neck. Evidence indicated that whatever killed the lone trapper had thrown the body about and rolled on it.

Bauman abandoned the camp, taking only his rifle. He made his way down the mountain pass to the hobbled ponies in the beaver meadow, then rode beyond the point of pursuit.

Roosevelt noted that Bauman was of German ancestry, and would have heard many a ghost and goblin story as a child. In his years on the frontier he would have heard tales of the unexplained and of the magic of the Indian medicine man. As a hunter and trapper he would have learned the track of every animal in the area. Roosevelt did not doubt that an incident took place, but he gives the impression that a psychological explanation would account for the unexplainable part of the story.

According to this report, a large, foul-smelling creature that appeared to be bipedal repeatedly attacked two young frontiersmen in the region of the Bitterroot Mountains. What was it? Roosevelt did not say. However, something about the story of the old mountain man must have impressed the future president deeply for him to include it in his great narrative of the frontier West.

Written by Gary W. Hemphill, a writer living in Greenville, Pennsylvania. Story published in FATE Feb/Jan 2009.

BECAUSE OF LOVE

2011-12-18T07:01:00.000-08:00

A brother and sister had made their usual hurried,obligatory pre- Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had been named Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.

The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end..

Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks. Why do you not at least dispose of The Old One."She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"

The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, "Yes, I could use a pair of new boots. His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."

Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley. The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks.. How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?

So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".

In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.

By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now. The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us.

And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand. The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.

Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.

Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light. Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe.

At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now, she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife. Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift---

Because of love.

Only Because of love...

Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy... and again the peace of love filled their hearts.

This is a true story.

Willy Eagle

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

COSMIC WORMHOLES IN PUERTO RICO

2011-12-15T07:54:00.000-08:00

From Jorge Martin

Greetings.

I'm sending you here three photos of apparent cosmic wormholes photographed
in the sky over Puerto Rico, all of which I analyzed with Photoshop digital filters.

Photo #1 was obtained by a well known physician, Dr. Walter Cotté, in the area of Lajas, Puerto Rico (in the southwestern region of our country, and shows what seems to be a wormhole in the sky from which oval and spherical-shaped objects are emerging to our atmosphere.

Photo #2 was obtained by Mr. Víctor Román in the area of the city of Aguadilla
(northwestern region of Puerto Rico), and shows something similar to
photo #1, but with a front view.

Photo #3 was obtained by Mrs. Wanda Vélez in Lajas, Puerto Rico
(southwestern region of Puerto Rico), and it speaks for itself once submitted to
the digital filters, as you will see.

Please post the images in your blog, and ask if any of your readers have similar pictures to analyze.

Should you need to contact me for more details, or anyone else interested in the images,etc.,
send an e-mail to my new e-mail address, which is:

jorgemartin87@yahoo.com

Or call me by phone: (787) 758-0692

Also, I wish you a very merry Christmas season and a New Year 2012 full of happiness, health, love and successes.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Jorge Martin

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THE BEST CHRISTMAS OF MY LIFE

2011-12-11T06:47:00.000-08:00

"Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"

"You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?

Yeah," I said, "Why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."

That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.

"What's in the little sack?" I asked.

"Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"

"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?" Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."

I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you; I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensen's, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life."

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

THOMAS E. REED FAMILY ABDUCTION

2011-12-08T07:48:00.000-08:00

George Filer spent the weekend with Tom Reed at the Tennessee MUFON Nashville/Murfreesboro Conference and heard Tom's story of abductions and spoke with him privately and felt he was telling the truth regarding his family - brother Matthew, mother Nancy, and grandmother have a documented history of multi-generational abductions that would span over fifty years, and five states. This case file is one of the largest and must detailed, multi-generational abduction cases in the history of MUFON. Investigator - Steve White and Max Mitchell are responsible for investigating the case and providing much of the information. They picked me up at the Nashville Airport for the conference.
Before, during, and after these abductions, neither Thomas nor his family members would have their memories fully blocked, they were wide awake, aware of what was happening, and allowed to recall almost all of what took place during the abductions.
Thomas is convinced this was there indoctrination period, which was why the family was able to recall so much of it so clearly. These clearly remembered experiences with multiple family members would add first and second person verification and view points. Thomas would be the first to search and locate the earlier landing areas where his and his brother's initial abduction occurred.
This case has been investigated for over twenty years by MUFON, various police investigators, and UFO abduction groups. In this case, most of the family members share the same blood type, O Rh negative, and A Rh negative. Thomas has taken and passed a polygraph and undergone age regression hypnosis in 2010 at the Knoxville Hypnosis center to aid in additional memory recovery regarding the 1969 abduction, but almost all of the information is recalled without hypnosis.
Thomas and Matthew Reed's first abduction started with orbs in the spring of 1966, with the orbs appearing in their shared bedroom. The orbs seemed solid like glass, but without density, the balls were not luminous but resembled a shiny hole in the air that you could not see through with a bluish outer ring. The orbs had direction, one of the orbs moved slowly to the left of the window then along the south wall of the room just below the ceiling. Thomas felt as if they could see, and were watching him, he closed his eyes hoping when he opened them, they would be gone, he did this several times.
Within days, the first abduction occurred. Beings now known as Grays, who glowed softly like they were ghosts, appeared in their room. Thomas recalls light and in seconds the boys were outside their home in a field along a tree line on the edge of his family's property. Thomas recognized the path as Thomas and his mother would ride their horses along it often. At this point, the Gray's illumination ceased and Thomas could see their structure, and what looked like a mask or the headgear, which they kept on at all times.
They came to a small clearing on their right side; they could see the craft and a being standing to the right of it. Thomas was first in a line ahead of his brother and the Grays. When they were within twenty feet of the craft, Thomas turned his head to see Matthew, but he and the beings were now gone. Thomas became fixated on the being standing to the right of the craft and said he was summoned to walk towards him, as calm came over him.
The being raised his arm and lightly placed his right hand in the center of his chest. Then Thomas was standing in a bright, narrow hallway with Matthew on board the craft. It was at that time they would be separated. Thomas was taken to a room about forty feet in diameter.
A being stood next to a large screen that appeared to be part of the wall. Thomas was with the tallest gray who placed his hand on Thomas' left shoulder. Two other figures stood at assigned tables, while the fifth was with four-year-old Matthew. The taller Gray would communicate with the others, who would control the images on the screen, just in front of Thomas.
He was then shown images of a willow tree and visuals of what Thomas feels to have been a galaxy. The controls that the Grays used on these tables resembled Braille and were bronze in color. Something seemingly similar was also imbedded in a chest panel on their attire, and was used to control and communicate.
Matthew, the younger of the two brothers, would be kept back about 15 feet from this room in the hallway, Thomas turning his head repeatedly to make sure his brother was still there. Matthew was standing to the right of what Tom felt was the being assigned to him, just before he was removed out of his sight.
The craft had smooth, white hallways and no chairs. There were five beings on the craft, the main Gray who seemed to have befriended Thomas, made him feel important; the interest was in Thomas' biological make up, Thomas was important. This would be Thomas' indoctrination.
Matthew was in an entirely different part of the craft, but the boys would be returned home together. The next day, Thomas arrived home from school, he took his horse, Thunder, from his mother's stable and with clear memory within an hour would locate where the craft had landed within a quarter mile of his house.
In 1966 Thomas was abducted for a second time; he was in conversation with his brother in the bottom bunk moments before he was abducted. Matthew first saw the flashes of light, heard the rattle of hinges, and then he was talking to an empty bed. Matthew watched much of the Grays abduction process, as well as after the abduction, before he was abducted himself.
The Grays moved silently from room to room they also had a soft, white glow about them while a now referenced and referred to, Reptilian supervised. Matthew would run and hide behind his mother's bed. Within seconds Matthew would see an illuminated Gray hovering at the bottom of his grandmother's bed just feet away. Matthew states he froze in panic. The Grays lined up and left the room together, but the Reptilian scanned the room before he followed the others.
Matthew woke his mother to look for Thomas when a door slammed behind Matthew. Now Matthew was also gone. Nancy and the grandmother were frantic, they searched the grounds, hours passed, and then in an instant the boys were in the driveway, pale and frightened, just staring at each other, eyes locked. Nancy immediately takes the boys inside, sits them at the kitchen table.
With wet towels, blanket, and juice, she cares for them. Nancy gives them aspirin. The boys finally fell asleep together on the sofa in the living room. Nancy watched over them the entire night. Thanks to Thomas Reed, Steve White, Max Mitchell, and UFO Casebook. The case will continue in next weeks files.

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Thanks to George File's Filer Files.

RILEY MARTIN'S CONTACT

2011-12-04T06:25:00.000-08:00

RILEY MARTIN'S BOOK, "THE COMING OF TAN" IS LIKE A SCIENCE TEXT BOOK. HOW COULD THIS BE WITH A 4TH GRADE EDUCATION. THE SYMBOLS WERE GIVEN TO RILEY FOR PERSONS WANTING TO LEAVE HERE WITH THE BIIAVEANS AT THE TIME OF CRISIS ON EARTH. THEY ARE THEIR TICKETS.

Riley Martin's own words from the Forward of the book:

In 1953 at the age of seven, near the St. Francis River in Arkansas, I was abducted and taken aboard a UFO or flying saucer and kept for three days before returning unharmed. Since then I have been visited by the same extraterrestrials every eleven years.

This association has been an ongoing one for the last thirty-five years. During that time a kind of intimate rapport has developed between the Biaviians ( pronounced BE-AH-VEANS ) and myself. I do not believe that my experience has been unique owing to the fact that a considerable number of earthlings have been, and are contacted, and also the fact that I personally saw a number of humans, via telescan, living on the home planet of the aliens, and at least one man who also appeared to be in their confidence as I have thus far been. I further believe that three levitating, domed gardens aboard the great Mothership are peopled by humans or hybrid humans, though I never had the chance to view them close up.

My formal education does not exceed a G.E.D., and I have spent time in several county jails and one prison during my life. I won't attempt to go to any extraordinary lengths to try to convince the reader of the first hand truth of my knowledge. Instead I will leave the contents of this book to your own scrutiny and sense of logic, be you scientist or layman.

Since I am not a scientist, I know that much of the information that I've been made privy to is beyond my ability to comprehend and my over-all assessment of the character and motivation of these aliens is, no doubt, handicapped by my intellectual limitations, but it may not be beyond yours.

During my life I have pursued a varied number of vocations, most of them legal, some not so legal and nearly all of the physically menial sort. I left home before my fourteenth birthday and have traveled extensively about this country and some others. I have worked as a farm hand, a migrant worker, whiskey maker, bare knuckle fighter, bodyguard, soldier of fortune, construction worker and other minor things.

I have no history of mental problems or blackout spells, and I've never before this time come forth with this knowledge that I've gained of the aliens. I do so now for several reasons. First, as with many abductees, the conscious memory of these experiences has been a fragmented haze up until recently, second, I've learned through recent hypnosis that I had made a promise to these visitors not to divulge our association until I was given the go ahead to do so. I've recently been given that permission. Even so, there is at least one other species of aliens who do not wish this information to be spread and who have actively sought to curtail my revelatory activities of late and with some success. These negative type aliens are called Targzissians and appear to me to be of reptilian origins.

I wish I could tell you that these celestial visitors have come bringing only good neighborly cheer and some universal message of perfection, but sadly this is not the case. The aliens are not perfect, they are not infallible, and they do have technological, psychological and spiritual limitations. They do not have, in my opinion, a good understanding of the human psyche and are often perplexed at the fickle illogic of humanity's modus operandi.

To some they have appeared as angelic all seeing, all divine apparitions from heaven, while to others they have been perceived as unfeeling, uncaring and terrifying automations. The truth is that they are some of both, depending upon the individual, the incident of contact and the physical treatment remembered from the encounter. As I have come to know them on a more conscious and intimate basis, having spent as many as nine days in one stretch in their company, I have found them to be fascinating, strange, logical, silly, funny, loving, offensive, careless, ignorant, wondrous, fragile, ominous and momentarily terrifying, but never unbelievable.

The extraterrestrials are real. They have individual personalities, tastes and subtlety differing philosophical opinions. They eat, sleep, have sex of a sort, defecate, burp and even die, either by the rare techno-accident or eventually by choice.

The ones I'm most familiar with, the male and female called Tan and Nela, have even learned something of the concept of bullshitting or joking, as well as amusement expression, via the smile. I have smelled them with my nostrils and touched them with my finger tips, held long and in-depth conversations and at the age of eighteen made love to from nine to a dozen hybrid females for purposes of procreation. Though I've not always been completely satisfied with the answers given to me, I've never yet asked a question of my alien friend, Tan, that he did not answer. And I asked many questions.

Of course, numerous sightings have transpired simply by chance, but I have learned that seldom if ever have there been chance abductions. The subjects are chosen for a reason, even though this reason may not be one of esoteric or revelatory meaning. The reason is often a matter pertaining to genetics and other scientific procedures.

Inasmuch as it is possible for an Earth person to penetrate the inward motivations and intentions of these celestial visitors, I have slowly come to the realization that the human animal is unique to the aliens simply because they feel responsible for a living experiment of their own formulation, if not creation. To allow the human species to perish from the universe would be a sad thing. Therefore, the human race must be preserved as a species in spite of itself, just as numerous other species of creatures have been preserved though we believe them to be extinct.

While the Biaviians, I believe, look upon Earth man as a kindred spirit, albeit an inferior one, the sentiments of the Targzissians or Targs, I believe to be a different one, more clinical in its projection. I further learned that common reasoning as we have come to know it and our set of values, which, with minor nuances, may be considered universal on Earth, need not necessarily apply to these aliens.

I personally saw numerous forms of life aboard the great Mothership, but I learned that there are but seven different species of intelligent technological life forms aboard the huge egg-shaped craft and these are: (1) the Biaviians, (2) the Targzissians, (3) the Stagyians, (4) the Dorians, (5) the Nyptonians, (6) the Insectillians and a (7) The Seventh Form for which I could not learn a name or the nature of their origins.

I'm sure that many people have suffered grievously, more psychologically than physically, and some have probably developed different kinds of psychoses which have on occasion landed them in an asylum, yet I do not feel as if I have undergone any major psychological alterations as a result of my experiences with them. Perhaps this is because I have known them for most of my life and thus have never been subjected to the preconceived notion that man is the only intelligent life in the universe. It has never occurred to me to believe that extraterrestrials do not exist, thus I simply thought of them as strange and different beings who for some reason of their own chose to befriend me at the age of seven.

This book definitely contains a message for all and erstwhile secret revelatory information for others. Some of the things that I will reveal during the course of this book will serve as a key to unlock the unconscious doors of minds of other contactees who are not yet consciously aware of the fact. This book will also serve, I am told, as a beacon instrument for those who shall ultimately be chosen as the ones for the great airlift which will transpire in the not too distant future.

Further, this book will serve as an instrument to at least superficially acquaint the masses with the knowledge that the aliens do exist. Thereby helping to psychologically condition them for the mass overfly, which must inevitably happen if the mass airlift is to transpire. It is not the aliens' wish to cause mass panic with their temporary presence, nor to be construed as an invading force.

If you should measure my life as most people measure this existence, that is by education, position, material possessions and tangible accomplishments, I'm afraid you will find me sorely lacking in sociological substance or even pinpointed religious zeal. However, the nature of this fantastic dimension of reality that I have been made privy to tends to supersede what most consider to be the tangible accumulated norms of society.

I do not consider myself an outcast of society, and I'm certainly not a loner. On many occasions in my life, I have been as actively involved in what I believe to be worthy causes, such as the Civil Rights Marches and the picketing of the South African Embassy. I am in empathy with conservationists and all manner of human suffering.

The fact that I have thus far neglected to become stationary and put down roots may have something or much to do with the fact that I consider all the trappings of human society as fleeting, transitory things of little value in comparison with the universal order of reality.

The fact is that most of man's ideology, politics and religions are composed of just so much false and rhetorical BS. His politics, wars and professed sense of moralistic worth are but a simple fabricated facade blanketing his true primordial bestiality. His esoteric motivations rarely go beyond eating, defecating and f.....g. All exalted positions is nothing more than varying stages of the license to steal. Philosophically and spiritually man is a potential God, while realistically he is nothing more than a naked predatory ape with a gun.

Human society, I've come to believe, is composed of two predominant kinds of people, the predators, who through various forms of subterfuge or outright dictatorial tyranny, feed their gluttony by controlling the stupid, bigoted masses which thrive on hate much more than common sense, and the smattering of philosophically prominent ones in between from whence all the rest draw the bulk of their religious and moralistic pseudo persuasion and fleeting inspiration. So I don't attempt to delude myself that my revelations will change the nature of humanity.

But this book will, I hope, reach the ones for which it is intended and also serve to enlighten humanity at large as to the reality of physical things far beyond the scope of our commonly realized dimensions.

I won't dwell unduly upon those portions of my life which do not deal with my time spent in the company of the aliens, because the subject matter covered during my time with them is quite sufficient to fill the manuscript of this book.

What you will gain in knowledge from this book coupled with what you already know will no doubt serve to speed up and bring to maturity the purposes for which it is intended.

THE DEATH SHIP OF THE PLATTE RIVER

2011-12-01T07:51:00.000-08:00

On the Platte River between Torrington and Alcova, Wyoming, a legend persists that a "Ship of Death” continues to sail upon the sometimes dangerous waters. The phantom ship is said to rise out of a strange mist that quickly becomes a massive rolling ball of fog. As the ship grows closer, witnesses report that its sails and masts are covered with frost. Upon its deck stands the crew, also covered with frost, huddled around a corpse lying on a canvas sheet. The legend continues that the ship always foreshadows the death of someone who will die on the day that it is spotted. As the crew steps back, the identity of the corpse is revealed as a person known by the witness.

The first alleged sighting was made in 1862 by a trapper named Leon Weber. When the crew stepped back, the corpse revealed the body of Weber’s fiancé who died later on that same day.

Another sighting of the phantom ship was made by cattleman, Gene Wilson in 1887, when he saw the body of his wife laid out on the canvas.

In 1903, another tale describes that when Victor Heibe was chopping down a tree on his riverfront property, he spied the ship. Laid out on the deck was the body of a close friend.

Every case was reported in the late fall, and in all cases, the person seen upon the deck of the phantom ship died on the very same day.

One of the sightings allegedly occurred six miles southeast of the town of Guernsey, near Casper, Wyoming. Another sighting was said to have occurred at Bassemer Bend on the Platte River.

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This story reminds me of the "Flying Dutchman" ship that is seen in odd places. One of the sightings was in the San Juan Islands south of Vancouver Island, B.C. A narrow channel is navigated by boats there. One of the ships saw the ghost ship, The Flying Dutchman, pass by and narrowly miss the observer ship.

"The legend of the Flying Dutchman concerns a ghost ship that can never make port, doomed to sail the oceans forever. It probably originates from 17th-century nautical folklore. The oldest extant version dates to the late 18th century.

Sightings in the 19th and 20th centuries report the ship to be glowing with a ghostly light. If hailed by another ship the crew of the Flying Dutchman will try to send messages to land, or to people long dead. In ocean lore, the sight of this phantom ship is a portent of doom."

THE ANTONIO LA RUBIA ABDUCTION: ROBOTS

2011-11-27T08:26:00.000-08:00

Posted by Phantoms and Monsters blog

PREAMBLE: On September 15, 1977 near Paciencia, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Antonio La Rubia,
a 33-year-old bus driver, encountered a huge object he estimated to be 70 meters across.
The object had set down in a field near his home. He attempted to leave the area but was
unable to do so. At the moment he started to run an intense bright light lit up the area and
he was instantly paralyzed. At that point, Antonio witnessed three 'robots' positioned near
him. He was then abducted and taken into the craft.

REPORT: APRO Bulletin, Vol. 26 No. 4, Oct. 1977 - "Brazilian CE4 Case" - We are
indebted to Field Investigator Irene Granchi of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, for the details of
an alleged and very bizarre abduction case. With her characteristic thoroughness,
Mrs. Granchi forwarded translations of the complete texts of the newspaper stories from
"0 Dia" which initially carried the story and which included a number of errors which she
cleared up before submitting her final report. The details follow:

Mrs. Granchi first traveled to Paciencia, the site of the incident (about 45 kilometers or
about 28 miles from Rio) on Saturday, October 8, and interviewed Dr. Neli Carbonel,
who examined the victim. However, she (Mrs. Granchi) was not able to interview the
percipient, Antonio La Rubia, as he was still very upset. He promised to come to Rio
when he was feeling better and talk to Mrs. Granchi and on October 18th he arrived at
her home with his brother Arnaldo.

Because she had only 40 minutes to devote to him, as she had to go to the Cultura to teach her classes, this is more or less a preliminary report. Mrs. Granchi intends to do further work on the case and if further pertinent information is forthcoming, it will be published in the Bulletin.

Antonio La Rubia habitually arises at 2:00 a.m., brushes his teeth, washes and leaves his home at 2:15 or 2:20 a.m. On the morning in question he feels he must have left at 2:20 for that was when his watch stopped. He walked to a large field near his home and when he got to the near corner of it, he stopped short, for in the field sat an object which he estimated to be 70 meters (235 feet) across, at least, as the field is 70 meters across and the object's bulk extended beyond the boundaries of the field.

Antonio thought the object, which was a dull leaden color and shaped like a hat, was resting on the ground. However, a search made by Mrs. Granchi and Antonio at a later date revealed no vestiges of a landing, such as impressions, burned grass, etc., although Mrs. Granchi feels they could have missed them.

As soon as Mr. La Rubia realized what he was seeing (he had never believed in the existence of UFOs previously) he decided to run back home.

(Initially, La Rubia thought the object was the bus he had to ride to go to the terminal of the Oriental Bus Company where he was employed as a bus driver.)

Antonio was unable to run, however, for at the moment he decided to retreat, an intensely bright light lit up the area. La Rubia was standing by an electric pole which became illuminated by the brilliant blue light. At that moment Antonio saw three "robots" positioned near him. They were one meter, 40 centimeters (about four feet) tall, but their antennae, which jutted out of the middle (tops) of their heads extended far enough to extend beyond his height (which is approximately five feet, five inches). The heads of the creatures were shaped like American footballs, with a band extending across the middle, horizontally, which looked like a row of small mirrors of a blue shade, one a little darker than the others.

The bodies, Antonio said, were stocky, the trunk broader than his own (he is muscular, but of slender build). They had appendages for arms which he compared to elephants' trunks, and which narrowed down to pointed tips, resembling one finger. Their bodies were made of a rough substance resembling scales. Antonio, when questioned, said he didn't think the scales were "armor", for the robots moved around freely and the "scales" did not seem to impede them in any way. The trunks were rounded at the bottom ending in a single leg. Antonio's first impression was that they were sitting on something, but didn't feel this was the case. This leg ended in a "platform" the size and shape of a saucer. Antonio compared this leg and "platform" to the stools utilized on ships. All of this outer part of the bodies looked like a dull shade of aluminum.

In the field, one of the "robots" stood in front of him, one at the side and another behind him. When the blue light had come on, he could no longer move. Antonio flailed about with his arms, but found, he was imprisoned in a "bell" (glass or Mason) jar. Otherwise he felt quite normal except that he felt quite nervous. He could not move, but the "creatures" floated along. They were all of the same stature, but one of them was holding what appeared to be a syringe (an instrument used to give an injection). This "robot" raised its appendage, pointed the syringe at La Rubia, and Antonio moved from his position without feeling it, toward the disc. Although he felt himself moving toward the disc, he does not know how he entered it. As he approached it, he felt a tremor, then found himself in a corridor of aluminum substance, and beyond it a wall. Two of the "robots" went one way, one another. He looked down the corridor, saw the field, and it seemed that the skin of the UFO was transparent and he felt the craft had lifted from the ground. He got the impression the object was moving from south to north.

As he was looking back and out, a bright blue light came on again and he now found himself in a large, circular room. The light appeared to come from the ceiling and became lighter in hue as it came down the "wall", until it blended with the aluminum color of the walls.

In this huge chamber he saw a dozen of the "entities" on one side and another twelve on the other side; reminding him of children in a classroom because their "single legs" looked like seats.

Antonio had been struggling all the while, unable to make a sound. But suddenly he was able to shout: "What do you want? Who are you?" To his great surprise, all of the creatures fell to the floor and he assumed that the sound of his voice must have caused this. The light came on strong again, blinding him. He continued to struggle, partly from fear, but also because he had had extreme difficulty breathing since he first entered the craft. He did not hear his own breathing but could hear breathing sounds coming from the entities which was puzzling to him as they appeared to him to be robots.

When Antonio began shouting, all of the entities raised their appendages to the tip of their antennae, holding them. Prior to that, the antennae had been spinning so fast that he could not determine their exact shape. When they held them, with their appendages, he could see that their shape resembled that of a teaspoon.

The only fixture in the whole enclosure was a small piano-like affair in front of Antonio. It was a box-shaped thing about 15-17 centimeters (6 inches) in width standing on 2 supporting poles, which reached to the height of Antonio's chest. At the extremity of the box, on each side (see sketch) there were antennae jutting up, and to one side, the keys, which reminded him of a piano.

There was also something that looked like a tin (can) on it into which the beings inserted some objects which they took from their belts.

At this juncture Antonio explained that the beings wore belts from which hung, by hooks, apparatuses which resembled syringes (injection apparatuses) which they inserted into the box (or "piano"). Each time this was done, an image appeared on the wall of the UFO in color, showing a different scene.

Antonio was shown a series of pictures in color and every time this was done, the being introduced the syringe-like thing to the "box", pressed a key and the picture appeared. The pictures Antonio remembers are as follows:

1. Himself, nude, lying on an invisible (?) table, swinging his arms about, his legs lying straight and two of the beings examining him with their little bluish lights, directing it at his chest and head, with another entity examining his head with a blue light which had no beam. It made everything blue, including his hair (which he saw in the "picture").

When this scene was over, another being approached the "console", introduced another "thing" into it, and another scene appears:

2. Here Antonio saw himself, still naked, standing.

3. Antonio was dressed, carrying his shopping bag, his teeth were chattering and he looked nervous. No sound came from him, and one arm was swinging.

4. This picture showed a horse and cart, being drawn over a dirt road. Antonio did not recognize the location but there appeared a cart-man, a peasant, wearing a straw hat, bare-footed and with a torn shirt.

5. Antonio saw a picture of a light orangey ball with himself standing beside it.

6. In this picture, the "ball" was seen once again, this time bluish in color, with one of the "beings" standing beside it.

7. This picture is most difficult to describe and whereas we have condensed Mrs. Granchi's words before, we will use her entire description: "A dog was shovm, trying to get at one of those beings, also shown in the picture the dog was big, and slobbering at the mouth, trying hard to get at the being, unable to reach it and looked very angry. Then the dog gave out 4 or 5 barks. At this point, the being started to melt, from top to bottom, like porridge."

8. A factory was seen, apparently one of "theirs" where the UFOs (crafts?) are manufactured. The scene was white and stretched out, so he could not see the end of it. There were 3 rows of UFOs, the 2 on the right were UFOs nearly ready, and the one on the left were UFOs in the making—at the "skeleton" stage. There were "millions" of "beings" or "robots" walking around but Antonio noticed no tools.

9. This picture showed a train, like the Japanese trains currently being used in Brazil, but older, something the worse for wear, windowless, entering a tunnel, whereupon it was lost from view.

10. This showed an avenue, which Mrs. Granchi compared with Avenida Presidente Vargas, one of the busiest thoroughfares in Rio de Janeiro, jammed with cars.

Mrs. Granchi writes that Antonio's list seems to end here but that he described a scene he saw after the one where he saw himself naked, wherein he saw himself dressed, vomiting and passing stools in this trousers. Fortunately the latter did not come to pass, as he was at home when he became very ill.

Antonio also told Mrs. Granchi about when the beings took blood from him; one of them came over to the center of the hall where he was standing, took one of the "syringes" from his belt with his right appendage, passed it over to his left appendage, where it started to rotate, spinning so fast that Antonio could not follow it with his eyes. Then the gadget was pointed at him, whereupon his arm lifted, against his will, and the syringe was stuck into the middle finger of his right hand. He saw the syringe filling until it nearly overflowed. He was sure it was his blood for it was the only color he saw in the whole place—everything else was blue or white, or metallic-like. He didn't understand how this could be, for he did not feel the prick and there was no mark after it was accomplished. Then the being who had taken the blood pointed at a picture on the wall and drew three circles, presumably with Antonio's blood, and dissected them with an L-shaped mark (see sketch).

Mrs. Granchi thinks that the blood-drawing experience came before, or in between the showing of pictures for Antonio says that after the busy street scene was shown he was "thrown" overboard and fell into a street almost opposite the Paciencia station. When he landed, there was one of the "beings" beside him. All his belongings were with him, even his bag, which had not been with him on the craft.

Then Antonio looked at his watch, which read 2:20 a.m. He was on the ground, looked behind him and saw nothing. He then looked up and saw what appeared to be the bottom of a dark, smooth balloon, lifting up. It was huge in size and ascended until he could no longer see it.

Mrs. Granchi asked if there had been additional witnesses and La Rubia said there was. but the man is a known drunk and therefore not reliable. He (the drunk) told numerous people he'd seen a UFO that morning.

Antonio went over to Paciencia station, asked the time and it was either 2:50 or 2:55 a.m. He set his watch at the correct time. There was a bus passing at 3:10 and he caught it and arrived at work on time. He felt ill and nervous and ached all over. He drove the bus, nevertheless, but now and again his vision darkened. He worked all day and again all day Friday, but when he arrived home that night he went to bed.

It was at this junction in his narrative that Antonio recalled another "picture" which he had forgotten. In this one he saw himself with smoke coming out of his back, and the pain and heat which he was now feeling (when he arrived home) seemed to be connected with the picture. The pictures he saw in the UFO seemed to have depicted all of the suffering he was now experiencing except the one where he passed stools in his drawers.

Antonio told his wife nothing of what had happened to him. That Friday night his bowels were loose and he felt miserable. The next day, Saturday, he was still very ill and missed work. Sunday was the same—he could not go to work. That night (Sunday) the burning feeling started, which spread throughout his body and was very painful. His wife rubbed him with alcohol which relieved the distress somewhat. On Monday morning, he went back to the bus company to say he had to quit, and he had difficulty breathing, was burning and itching and asked a fellow employee to hose him down with water. His fellow workers told him he looked "as green as grass." He told Mrs. Granchi that when he walked he had an empty feeling as though walking on a cloud. This feeling persisted as late as 33 days after the incident.

The Monday that he was at the bus company and experiencing the burning feeling, the company nurse wanted to give him a tranquilizing injection but he refused, afraid that it would make him worse. The personnel at the clinic thought he had gone mad and ropes were brought to constrain him and he was taken to the hospital where it was generally thought he was mad because he babbled about UFOs.

Before being taken to the hospital, however, La Rubia was given a hearing by the bus company psychologist, Dr. Nely Carbonell, who pronounced him psychologically normal but nevertheless called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

Antonio was surprised when the hospital doctors pronounced him normal despite his extreme discomfort. However, when one of the doctors visited him for his INPS (Worker's Employer Relief) and heard about the UFO, he called in six other doctors, saying that the case was serious and worthy of further study. Also, Antonio was registering a high fever (about 103 degrees Fahrenheit) which could have been dangerous to him had it persisted.

Mrs. Granchi does some philosophizing which is very worthwhile but which, for the sake of space, we must forego, but her closing words are very much worth quoting:

"But the most puzzling new facts in this case are the showing of the pictures, not in themselves as such, but what did the beings wish to communicate? This is the task for many specialized scientists to try to unravel. What message did they wish to convey? The simplest seems that, as we harm them, they can harm us. That there are many of them, as there are many of us. That they can tell our future but we cannot tell theirs. That they isolate people in an invisible bell (Mason) jar. And so on.

"Shall we have time to reflect on all this before they come over (arrive) in larger hordes?" Well said, Irene.

**********

LOCUST MAN'S CLOSE ENCOUNTER

2011-11-24T06:46:00.000-08:00

By Sandy Bruney
Record Reporter

Although many people in Anson County have reportedly seen a UFO, they have so far been spared the experience of being in one. A man from Locust, NC, a small community near Albermarle, was not so lucky some years ago.

The victim, a car salesman, left a friend's house at 3 a.m. and headed for home (10 miles away). He remembered crossing a steel bridge over Rocky River, and looking up to see a bright star. The next conscious recollection was of driving home, and the sun rising. The clock inside his house said 6:10. He went to bed, and woke with a severe "sunburn." As he drove to work, he noticed the paint was peeling on his demo car.

"Have you been working with an arc welder?" coworkers asked him.

Suffering dizziness and nausea, he visited a doctor and was given a cream for his burns. He began being troubled with both nightmares and "waking dreams" in which he pictured himself in the cockpit of an airplane, looking down at the moonlit earth below. He began having panic attacks.

Not a science-fiction buff, he suffered until he finally wrote to a UFO center in Illinois, which in turn referred him to Henry (Punky) Morton of Wadesboro, who was regional director of MUFON. "I wish I could go to sleep and have the whole dream and see the end," the man told the UFO expert.

Morton suggested hypnosis, and an expert in criminal hypnosis in Winston-Salem was contacted. After a number of sessions, the amazing story unfolded.

After he left the bridge, the victim, still in his car, was lifted closer to the "star," which he now saw was a globe shaped object. He could not move his body, but nevertheless had the feeling that all was well. He entered the globe, noting that the interior seemed larger than the outside. Three beings opened the car door and levitated him out, putting his body on a table.

As the tranquilizer effect wore off, he became excited, nearly paranoid. The beings left the room, and he again experienced the tranquil feeling. On their return, he was examined, stuck with needles, and had a globe passed over his body. He could see a screen on the wall -- like an x-ray -- and then he was driving home.

Even when confronted with the tapes from the sessions, the man refused to believe that such an experience had happened to him. He still thought it was a dream, except for the burns on his body and his car.

He died of natural causes several years ago, but "had learned to deal with it by then," according to Morton.

Not all victims have gotten off as lightly as the Locust resident. Some report that their abductors use no tranquilizers or anesthesia as they take blood and tissue samples, and even samples of ovum and sperm. "They were treated worse than lab animals," said Morton.
Not all visitors are bent on scientific inquiry, he speculated. "Some are here as tourists -- like we'd go to a zoo."

They may also come from different galaxies, he added, given the range of shapes and behavior of their ships.

Yet there is evidence, he said, that aliens have been interacting with man for centuries: teaching them and leading them, and even using them to build their "runways" in Peru, the Pacific Islands and England.

Many people believe that the circles and patterns in the fields of southern England are a sign that such contact will soon be made again.

And many others will tell us that, for them, it has already been made.

MY NAME IS ERIC, THIS IS MY STORY

2011-11-20T07:02:00.000-08:00

The Beginning: It's hard to really say when my story really began. There are dreams in my past that I feel may or may not be related. I will not bore you with those details. There are two things I must relate to you before I tell you about the night of the Visitors. All of these things transpired within a six-month period.

The Nightmare: Like most dreams, the nightmare was kind of stupid. The only reason I am reporting it is because it is most likely related because of the Buzzing sound I heard during the nightmare. In the Nightmare, I was hiding beneath the floorboards of a building somewhere. I could see the space above the floorboards through the cracks between the boards. Above the floor was an object that I remember being similar to an upright vacuum cleaner. On it's front side was a very bright light. It was searching for me, and I was hiding. It made a loud buzzing sound. The same sound I heard the night of the Visitors.

The Helicopter: I have been plagued off and on through out my life with sleepwalking. To me sleepwalking is semi-conscious, almost a trance like state, other times I remember nothing at all. I have even hurt myself running in my sleep. Sleepwalking is a very bizarre experience. My memory of the night of the helicopter is rather blurred. I was in the familiar trance like state while a helicopter was flying extremely close to the house and shining its lights in the window. This also woke up my girlfriend. The really bizarre part of this incident was that I was crouched down near the floor, near the window, yelling at my girlfriend to get down. I was extremely afraid and very panicked. She later told me that I kept telling her that "They were going to get us". I do not remember how this episode ended.

The Night of the Visitors: A few months after the Helicopter incident I had the most bizarre experience of my life. It was May 2, 1992. I awoke; around 3 a.m. to some noise or activity outside my window. My first impression was that someone was messing with my car outside, however I did not get up to look out. I felt as though there was a crowd outside my window. I remember thinking that if I was quiet, and did not move, they would not know I was there. Fear set in. I knew it was "Them".

About this time I started to hear a very strange buzzing noise. (The same buzzing noise I heard in the nightmare.) It was very faint at first but grew louder with each passing second. It soon became very loud, almost loud enough to vibrate objects in the room. I continued to lie very still. My heart was beating very loud and my body was full of adrenaline. I was both absolutely terrified and totally in awe. I knew what was happening. As I lay on the bed, I watched the sky through the Venetian blinds.

They were open wide enough to see the outside sky very clearly. As the buzzing grew louder, I saw a triangle shaped craft slowly appear, turn, and head towards my house from the corner of the block. It had three lights. One up front, and two at the back to form a triangle. It reminded me of a helicopter without rotors. It continued in my direction until it was almost just past the window. It is here that the memory ends. I awoke nearly an hour and fifteen minutes later. Everything was back to normal. I have a small image in my memory of seeing this thing up close near one of it's lights. It was a dull flat black color with very little shine. It appeared to be held together by rivets.

I do very much feel that this was not a dream, as I was too full of adrenalin to be asleep. The event seemed too real.

Thank you Eric

Thank you Brian for this case history

Brian Vike, Director HBCC UFO Research

WALLOWA LAKE MONSTER NAMED WALLY

2011-11-17T07:33:00.000-08:00

Monster of Wallowa Lake Spotted in 1885
Chieftain, Nov. 5, 1885

A Sea Cow

The Monster seen in Wallowa Lake by a Prospector

Photo by Frank Reavis
I guess no one told them there could be a monster there!!

A prospector, who refuses to give his name to the public, was coming down from the south end of the lake on last Friday evening in a skiff shortly after dusk, when about midway of the lake he saw an animal about fifty yards to the right of the boat, rear its head and neck up out of the water ten or twelve feet, but on seeing him it immediately dived. He ceased rowing and gazed around in astonishment, for the strange apparition which he had just seen, when it raised about the same distance to the left, this time giving a low bellow something like that of a cow. It also brought its body to the surface, which the prospector avers was one hundred feet in length. The monster glided along in sight for several hundred yards. It was too dark to see the animal distinctly. but it seemed to have a large, flat head. something like that. of a hippopotamus, and its neck, which was about ten feet in length, was as large around as a man's body.

Now this story may have been coined in the imagination of the narrator, but he was very earnest in his recital. However, it is a known fact that there is a tradition among the. Indians that the lake has a big sea cow in it, which on one occasion, many years ago, came up one evening and swallowed a young warrior and his dusky bride as they were gliding over the surface of the lake in a canoe. And to this day an Indian of the tribes who formerly frequented its shores cannot be induced to go upon its waters.

The lake has been sounded to the depth of 270 feet, and it is a bare probability that some monster does inhabit its unexplored depths.

Wallowa County Chieftain, Bicentennial Supplement
July 15, 1976

Wallowa Lake was formed roughly 9 million years ago entirely by glacial movement that gouged out its basin during the last ice age. The lake sits at an elevation of 4,441 feet above sea level, is roughly 5 miles in length, 1 mile across and about 283 feet deep. Besides being home to many different animals, Wallowa Lake is also the reported home of a large marine creature known as the Wallowa Lake Monster. This beast is described as being a long, serpent like creature, often compared in appearance to the Chinese Dragon, with multiple humps on its back which can be seen when the creature swims along the surface of the water, some accounts also include horns atop the beasts head.

Reports of this creature, sometimes referred to as Wally by the locals, can be traced as far back as the native population of the Nez Perce Indians. The Nez Perce Indians roamed the northeastern corner of Oregon and much of what is now southeast Washington, Idaho and Montana, they made their summer home on the shores of Wallowa Lake. The Nez Perce have many traditions and legends surrounding the mystery of the Wallowa Lake Monster, including one of the most well known involving their chief’s daughter and the son of a rival tribes chief.

As this legend goes the Nez Perce Indians and the Blackfeet Indians were at war when Wahluna, the daughter of Red Wolf, the chief of the Nez Perce fell in love with Tlescaoe, the son of Bloody Chief, the leader of the Blackfeet. One night Tlescaoe made his way to the Nez Perce camp and met with Wahluna, the two stole a canoe and headed across the lake together. The two lovers were about half way across the lake when their respective tribes figured out what happened, both the Blackfeet and the Nez Perce climbed into their canoes and headed after the two. When they meet in the middle of the lake a batter broke out, during which a great commotion in the water stopped the fighting as a giant beast rose from the water, it attacked the canoes and killed all involved.

Another early account of the beast, as told by the Nez Perce Indians, is that of a young Nez Perce warrior who ventured high into the mountains surrounding Wallowa Lake, while climbing the warrior accidentally disturbed the slumbering creature. Startled by the warrior the beast darted down the mountain pass and plunged into the lake. Seeing an opportunity for glory the warrior gave chase to the creature and followed it into the water, his fellow tribesmen looking on in awe. Before the warrior could get close enough to strike, the monster submerged below the surface leaving the warrior swimming alone. Moments passed and the young warrior began to head back to shore, as he swam he was suddenly dragged below the surface and was never seen again.

One of the first documented accounts of the Wallowa Lake Monster by a white settler was published in the Wallowa County Chieftain in 1885. As the article goes, a prospector, who wished to keep his identity a secret, was about midway across the lake when he saw an animal about fifty yards to the right of his boat. The animal reared its head and neck out of the water about 10 feet, paused, then quickly dove back into the water. The startled prospector stopped rowing and gazed around the lake in astonishment. As he looked for the strange creature, the beast appeared again, about the same distance as before but this time to the left of his boat, and this time exposed its body which the prospector estimated to be about 100 feet long. The monster glided along for several hundred yards, it seemed to have a large, flat head and a neck as wide as a man’s body and about 10 feet in length. The creature let out a bellow something like a cow’s and then slide slowly beneath the surface.

Rare sightings of the Wallowa Lake Monster are still reported to his day, though theories as to the creature’s true identity seem to be difficult to come by. A lack of outside theories leads us free to consider a wide array of possible candidates. Despite the creature’s serpent like appearance, the icy water of Wallowa Lake may be too cold for any known reptile species. Fish like giant sturgeon and catfish are often used to explain Lake Monster sightings, as well as giant freshwater eels. With a lack of scientific interest in Wally, the Wallowa Lake Monster, we may be pondering the identity of this creature for many years to come.

The Evidence
There is currently no physical evidence to suggest the existence of a creature like Wally living in Wallowa Lake.

The Sightings
In 1885, a prospector, who wished to keep his identity a secret, was about midway across the lake when he saw an animal about fifty yards to the right of his boat. The animal reared its head and neck out of the water about 10 feet, paused, then quickly dove back into the water.

A woman by the name of Irene Wiggins, who has owned the lodge at Wallowa Lake since 1945, claims to have seen the creature several times during her life on the lake.

The Stats – (Where applicable)
• Classification: Lake Monster
• Size: 8 to 100 feet in length
• Weight: Unknown
• Diet: Reportedly carnivorous
• Location: Wallowa Lake, Oregon, United States of America
• Movement: Swimming
• Environment: Glacial formed lake