CONTINUED CONVERSATIONS WITH THE ABDUCTEE

Posted: 07 Apr 2010 06:49 AM PDT

Chris Holly's Paranormal World - I have had the good fortune to do multiple interviews with one of the most interesting people I have ever known. I wrote about this woman before in an article I called The Abductee. This woman has suffered many abduction and lost time events during her life. She is not like other people. I believe her differences are due to her abduction encounters with the unknown. This curious woman has given me a great deal of her time answering many of the questions I brought to her concerning her experiences and views concerning abduction and beings that may not be from this earth, time or dimension.

I was able to spend time with her this winter and must admit that it was both a fascinating and frightening experience. Many of the answers she gave to my questions made me think differently about subjects I had strong opinions about. I have decided to write about my time with this special woman in sections as to cover all the things we talked about.

I will start with her view on one of the articles I wrote a while ago concerning a feeding UFO.

I wrote an article about a group of hunters who came upon a UFO while walking in the woods. The following is the account told by one of the hunters:

“It was years ago, about 1995. I was out setting up for a big hunt we were going to have with a group of guys early that day. It was me and two buddies of mine. We went out about 2 in the morning to drop off traps and other things we were going to use during the days hunting trip. We arranged to have about four other men meet us out further on the Island (east end of Long Island) about 4 a.m. We were going to set up some stuff as we planned to end up at this point where we were leaving supplies in the woods. My one buddy was a retired phone man and knew the right of ways used by the utility companies and had a good sense of the woods in the area where we were dumping our supplies for the day.

It was a crystal clear fall night. There was a small community of houses to the left of the road we parked our pickups and a huge wooded area following the electric main towers through the woods on the right. Besides a small group of houses the area was pretty isolated. We all hunted in this area before and were familiar with it.

The three of us packed up the gear we needed to carry out to our meeting point later that day and started our trek following the right of way out into the woods. We were taking it slow as it was night but we felt secure as we had a bright moon and a star lit sky. Just before we headed out my one buddy pointed over to the group of houses and pointed to the street lights and lights in some of the houses. We all looked, as they seemed to dim out and then come back and dim out again. We hoped they would not blackout, as we would then be joined with a bunch of electric company guys out in the woods, as there was a large transformer station out there. We knew if they showed up we would have to leave.

We stood for a while watching the lights flicker on and off. They seemed to do this every few seconds. We decided to high tail it out to our planned spot and try to get there and back before the electric company came around so our plans to meet the other guys would not be ruined. We packed up the rest of our gear and took off down the right of way along the side of the high-voltage electric wire towers.

We were about half way to our destination out in the woods when we approached an intersection ahead of us of the transformer big electric company towers, a huge radio station tower and a high cell tower all in one group.

As we approached this area my buddy who worked for the telephone company pointed up towards the top branches of the trees ahead and said – what the heck is that? We all looked and saw what looked like a pencil thin laser blue like light shinning along the tree line. At first we thought it was from the poles, trees, or maybe the wires or transformer. I told my buddies that must be what is going on with the flickering lights back by the houses.

We kept walking towards the center of the group of towers until we could see clear of the trees. The three of us saw it all at once. We all stopped walking at once, as if we practiced stopping like that for weeks, it was so exact and on the spot. We stopped all together lined up shoulder to shoulder and saw what we could not believe we were seeing.

Ahead of us over the group of towers, we could see the laser light was coming straight down from the sky. We followed the light up and could clearly see a huge black round saucer shaped craft hovering silently over the towers. The thin light attached to the wires and pole. There was no sound no movement just this light drinking or doing something with the towers and wires.

The thing was huge as when you looked up at it the entire sky was blocked out but for the massive shape of the craft. Around the borders of the craft you could see the night with all its stars and moonshine, however this massive black ship blocked out an enormous area while it sucked from the wires with its long thin light.

Not one of us moved. We did not speak or dare to blink. Finally one of us, I think it was me, slowly turned and motioned to my buddies to be quiet and slowly back track exactly the way we came in. We slowly and carefully moved away from this huge craft until we were far enough from it to feel we could run. We made it back to our trucks to see the lights in the adjacent neighborhood still flickering and blacking out. As we packed up our gear to leave we saw a huge glow and at once the houses and streetlights were back to full power. We knew the thing had finished its meal or whatever it was doing!”

After listening to this encounter I was confused as to what the UFO was doing as it linked into the grove of wires and towers out in the hidden woods. At first I thought it might have been drawing from the lines in a feeding fashion. I thought this rather odd as I would think our energy grid would be very primitive to a society who was able to visit us from places we do not even know exist.

I called the smartest people I knew for advice on this encounter. I spoke to a physicist as well as another scientist and an extremely brilliant International Business man. The three men were genius level extremely educated people who I knew would have insight into this sighting.

I was fascinated and stunned to be told by all three the same exact thing! Not one of them thought this craft was feeding at all. In fact they all felt that this craft was putting IN data- not taking anything out. All of them also added they felt the craft was also taking all the data that was being transmitted out through the lines as well.

I was told that it most likely a case of catching the UFO placing in data that could and would be easily transmitted into the lines cables and communication systems found at that location. The question is what type of data where they feeding into our lives? The physicist told me he thought it possible we were being downloaded messages of control or illusion via the wires into our televisions, computers, phones and radios. He also mentioned that he noticed many cases of blackouts and power failures associated with sightings as a constant all over the world. He felt that they may over work our tired infrastructures while downloading the data they want to spread among us causing these recurring outages.

This report is the one the abductee wanted to discuss. She told me that her greatest fear for the human race is in our carelessness with our use of technology. The abductee fears we have been given a world full of technology by way of a small percentage of advanced humans that is being used by masses of people not yet ready or able to use the technology for our advancement. This woman feels we have become a world of idiots who are walking into a trap marching on our way to becoming slaves by way of all our technical gadgets and toys.

She feels that the true use of what we have is being wasted and ultimately may be the way of our downfall unless we learn to protect and properly use this technological time of advancement that is being thrown on a civilization far from being ready to use it.

She pointed out the Internet. She thinks it is a powerhouse of information and will be our stepping stone into our future as a civilization however points out how so much of it is used for hate, attack and waste. She pointed out the constant fight against virus and damage done to humans by fellow humans and the hatred and disgrace of many chat rooms whose focus is attack, brutal hate and self agenda’s rather than communication , growth and solutions. She feels we have a tool of the future we are wasting by violent humans not yet ready for this level of technology.

She is very concerned about the new way of life where everyone walks around with something attached to their heads or bodies at all times. If they are at work or at home they sit in front of computer screens or TV’s. She is fearful as she feels this gives almost a 24 hour connection to us and those who may be downloading or uploading to or from the gadgets we keep connected to each and every day.

She finds people in a brain controlled trace as they drive shop, walk or do chores constantly connected to cell phones, texting or playing games with an addiction type connection to the technology of the day. She fears we are giving over our will, our days and our nights to being hooked into a huge grid of control. She also fears we are extremely naive to the advanced abilities of those who visit our planet from another place in this universe or dimension.

The abductee is convinced that unless we figure out our ignorance in this we could one day be taken over without much effort by slowly being controlled by way of this constant technology being worked in to our daily lives until it has become part of our being. She warns us all to pay attention to how those around us are slowly becoming disconnected from the reality around them as they stay closed in to their cell phone , texting or some gadget while ignoring the real life around them.

She told me to watch people in a parking lot as they shop for their families; pick up their take out or sort through items to buy without ever disconnecting from the technology grid. They no longer interact with the other humans around them. They stay self absorbed in a singular world of their technical attachment. How sad we are so willingly being trained to lose our human connection by way of these faddish gadgets. How stupid we are to allow this to happen. She asked me how many of us sit in silence staring at the TV while eating breakfast, lunch or dinner ignoring the loved ones around us?

She wondered how many children have given up playing outside or with their imaginations instead attaching to computers or computer games. She asks how many of us spend time disconnected from the information technology grid each day. She fears we will not answer that question as we do not want to admit she may be right and we may be jumping head first off a very dangerous cliff.

Understanding that unknown lights and crafts have been sighted all over the world near our energy and communication grids makes this idea seem a bit closer to home for comfort. Knowing the group of men in the report I have given in this article witnessed a craft locked in to a power, radio and cell tower complex adds to the odds the abductee may know of what she speaks and warns us about.

This woman feels we need to hold on to our humanity at all costs and walk a slower path into the future of technology and science. She feels we need to be careful that our advances are our own and not being controlled by others walking the human race into a dangerous corner controlling them by downloading their will into us by way of our addiction to tech gadgets.

We can live without this obsession with machines connected to our bodies. We seem in a trance with them ignoring the humans and real time life around us. Doesn’t that alarm you?

I admit that this warning has given me a great deal to think about. I also understand her fear that as a civilization we may be using or given technology we are not ready as an evolved group to use. It may be wise for us all to question our addiction to having gadgets attached to our heads day in and day out while losing the skill of person to person, family friends and neighbor communications. This removal of interpersonal communication and engagement may be exactly the path we are being sent to walk. I personally would rather hold on to my humanity.

The interviews I had with the woman abductee were the most interesting I have ever had in my life time with any person. I will continue to write about our conversations over the next few months.

I am grateful for the time I have had with this woman and admit I am a changed person because of it.

I hope you all think about her warnings to us and consider the fact she may understand the truth of what goes on out there a bit better than most .

Until we meet again please pay attention to your surroundings and consider turning off your phone, computer and TV a bit more each day to re connect with the real time people you love around you.


Thanks to Chris Holly at Chris Holly's Paranormal World
Copyright © 2008-2010 Chris Holly all Rights Reserved
chrishollyufo@yahoo.com

Used with permission of Chris Holly

DAVID HAMEL

David Hamel was building a spaceship to fly to planet Kladen (Deceased in 1977)

By MARK BONOKOSKI -- Sun Media

GILMOUR -- It was only just recently that word got out that David Hamel had died, or that his care worker had at least stumbled upon the mortal body of the man who, after being abducted by aliens, proceeded to build his own spaceship here in the large Quonset hut behind his old farmhouse.

If he has since been spirited away by his extraterrestrial friends from the planet Kladen, 4 billion km away on the other side of the sun, his nearby gravesite would appear to be undisturbed.

So there is no way of knowing.

Travel back two years in time to the land of the living, however, and Dave Hamel is found working away in that hut. He looks like a grey-skinned gremlin, and he has little patience for disbelievers. In fact, he is quite profane when a dumb question is asked, such as, "What will propel your spaceship?"

"F---ing energy," he yells, frustrated by the questioner's obvious ignorance concerning the science that was provided to him, through telepathy, by the silver-suited aliens who abducted him 29 years previously when he was working as a carpenter in British Columbia.

And then he goes on to talk, at great length, about magnets and granite spheres, and vibration working hand-in-hand not only to propel his stainless-steel craft but to also make it "weightless."

"Do you understand now?" he asks me, tugging at his greasy ball cap and rolling his eyes. "Or are you just stupid?"

VASTNESS OF CYBERSPACE

The tour takes more than an hour. Behind his house, in that locked hut, is the epicentre of his craft -- indescribable to those who lack Hamel's alien-gifted technological savvy, although there are scores of true believers who, in the vastness of cyberspace, have created websites dedicated to promoting the brilliance of his "Hamel Technology," and have even written books on his experiences and his efforts to build his spacecraft.

All one has to do is "google" his name.

Out back of Hamel's house on this August day three years ago, past a sign of warning, the craft's wings can be found, octagonal steel structures that appear akin to science fiction's depiction of flying saucers.

After almost three decades of work, however, it would appear as if the craft is years away from completion.

"It will be done when it is done," says Hamel. "So what if I'm 80? Maybe I'll be 180. It doesn't matter. The survival of the human race is at stake. That's what this is all about. It's about the survival of our species."

Hamel says the aliens who abducted him flew him to this place off Weslemkoon Lake, some 50 km north of Madoc, and told him to build his spaceship in this very spot.

Inside Hamel's home, his infirm wife, Nora, who died a few weeks later, sits in a wheelchair and says nothing as her husband points to the blueprints he drew of his project, and if there is a genius in this far-out scenario, it is in these detailed drawings.

They look totally unfathomable and therefore totally plausible.

"(The aliens) planted these drawings in my brain," he says. "They gave me all the instructions I needed."

He says to envision a butterfly floating above a magnetic field, weightlessly and effortlessly.

"It is now up to me to make it work. The end of the world is not far off, and we need some of us to survive. Otherwise, all is lost."

And perhaps it now is.

Fast forward to this October day, 2007, and the Quonset hut is locked. The windows of Dave Hamel's home are boarded up. A disabled old truck sits in the driveway.

David Hamel was 83 when his body gave out. Born in Rosemont, he was one of 13 siblings. He fought in World War II, and enlisted again for Korea.

After his last war, he headed for the lower Fraser Valley in B.C., met his future wife Nora, already stricken with cerebral palsy, her legs in braces.

Hamel was working as a carpenter, and life seemed normal.

And then, on Oct. 21, 1975 -- 32 years ago this Sunday -- Dave Hamel was sitting his armchair, watching The Waltons, when his television suddenly goes snowy.It was the moment his life changed.

In a book on his life called The Granite Man and the Butterfly, written by Jeanne Manning, three visitors from the planet Kladen -- one human-looking woman and two human-looking men -- entered his presence, and lifted him up to their spaceship where they implanted their technology into his brain, telling him he would be the instrument entrusted with the survival of his species.

The woman's name was A, Arkan was her husband, and On was the mechanic.

They spoke to him through telepathy.

IN B.C. NEWSPAPER

Until a waitress in a coffee shop snitched on him to a local B.C. newspaper, Hamel was making plans to follow the aliens' instructions in obscurity. And then came the headline, "Introducing David Hamel -- He Rides In Flying Saucers."

The reporter wrote that Hamel knew the secret to perpetual motion, and was building a device to allow people to heat homes, power industry and fly aircraft without the use of fossil fuels. He added that, according to local health authorities, there were no records to cast doubt on Hamel's sanity.

And that is how it began.

It ended here, in this tiny village where a spacecraft from the planet Kladen came 35 years ago, and three aliens pointed to an old farmhouse below and told David Hamel to build his own space ship in the very spot where a locked Quonset now stands, and where all the windows are now boarded up.

Down the road, at the Gilmour Cemetery, the engraver has yet to arrive to inscribe the date of Hamel's death on the granite tombstone he shares with his wife. Perhaps the engraver is awaiting proof that he is actually gone.

Just in case the approaching Sunday brings visitors from beyond.

REINHOLD SCHMIDT - PART 3

I RIDE IN A SPACESHIP!

Since my first encounter with the people in the strange metal ship, I have learned that they always keep their word. During my first visit aboard their ship, they had said that they would see me again. But I had not the slightest thought of another contact with them as I drove along a country road outside of Kearney, just three months to the day after my first experience.

It was February 5, 1958, I had finished looking over a field of grain near Elm Creek, and twenty miles west of Kearney, and was on my way home. I was driving about fifty miles per hour when suddenly my car stopped as abruptly as if I had jammed on the brakes. It was the same car I had been driving at the time of my first experience, a 1955 Black Super. Instantly my attention was drawn to a large silvery object hovering just inside the fence that edged the meadow at the side of the highway. It looked just like the first ship that I had seen and I thought well here we go again! They've come back!

I parked my car and, as I walked towards the fence, another car approached. There was a man, woman and small child in it. They looked at me and I waved at them to stop, hoping to have some witnesses, but they hurried by. I don't know whether they saw the ship or not.

As I climbed over the fence, the door of the ship slid open and there was Mr. X! "Greetings, Reinhold," he said in his pleasant voice. "It is nice to see you again. We would like to talk with you." Then he invited me aboard and offered to give me a short ride since, he said, it would cause too much commotion if they remained by the roadside to converse with me.

You can imagine how intrigued I was with the prospect of a ride in their craft! My mind was whirling with a dozen thoughts. They even knew my name!

But how....?

Immediately after that the ship rose straight up in the air. When we were about 150 to 200 feet in the air Mr. X said, "If any of your friends are watching now, they will not be able to see the ship." Yet, again, I could see the entire countryside through the walls.

I asked what power they used to propel their ship and he said, "We get our power from the Sun and from the Earth."

Sitting in the ship was as comfortable as being in my own living room.

People have often asked me why there aren't more witnesses to a space ship landing? I have no pat answer... but I feel sure that there are often more witnesses than we may realize. It is certainly possible that others saw the same ship which I first saw, because there were hunters and construction workers in the vicinity. Maybe they were afraid to speak of what they saw.

A Kearney radio announcer says he has a tape recording of two local business men who testified that they heard some unusual sounds while they were pheasant hunting on the afternoon of my contact. They said they believed the sounds came from the ship. The announcer said, also, that he checked with Lowry Air Force Base and learned that there were no aircraft aloft on the afternoon of November 5, between 1:00 and 6:00 p.m. because of low ceiling and hazardous flying conditions.

Another question which is frequently asked is why the occupants of the ship spoke German? Perhaps they knew that the inhabitants of Kearney, and most of Nebraska, are largely German settlers. I don't know. But I can tell you this: When my boss came to Kearney to see me after my release from the hospital, he brought with him a business associate from Mexico, a man who was very much interested in my experience. He told me that he had encountered a similar ship in Mexico. It, too, carried four men and two women. But they spoke to him in Spanish! We wondered whether it was the same ship and crew which both of us saw. Since that time I have learned that the Saturnians speak any language and apparently, they use whatever tongue is understood by those whom they contact! I have not yet discovered their method of learning, but I feel sure that many fascinating and enlightening things are yet to be revealed.


An Answer to Question No. 2.

Since my second meeting with Mr. X and his crew, I had been wondering through what channels I would find the answers to the three questions they asked of me. During my travels I had been reaching out to various sources in an attempt to find the answers when, on April 5, 1958, I had my first success in that direction. You may remember that the second question referred to the plane that crashed over the Pacific on the way from San Francisco to Honolulu. My friends asked what the plane was carrying, other than passengers. Two newspaper articles were sent to me from NICAP (National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena) which pertained to the plane crash.

The first was a report from the Des Moines Register, dated November 9, 1957. "A large Stratocruiser, enroute between San Francisco and Honolulu, is reported missing after having sighted mysterious blinking lights in the sky early this morning. The last position given by the plane was about 900-1000 miles northeast of Honolulu. A military transport flying near the area reported sighting similar mystery lights, blinking off and one, 120 miles north of the last reported position of the Stratocruiser after it had been reported missing. A full scale sea and air search is in operation with vain efforts to find the plane carrying a crew of four, and thirty six passengers, in the event it might have plunged into the sea." (Note: Later reports said 44 aboard.)

I wondered if the blinking lights might have been Spaceships and, if so, whether they could have caused an accident? Was that why my friends from the Spaceship wanted to know about the cargo?

The other article was from the Associated Press, published January 16, 1958, in the Omaha World Herald:

"Radio-Active Cargo Fell - Mystery of Plane's Crash Unsolved" San Francisco, California (A.P.)

The Pan American Stratocruiser, Romance of the Skies, was carrying shipments of chemicals and "radio-active" materials when it crashed in the Pacific, killing all forty-four persons aboard, a Civil Aeronautics Board hearing was told Wednesday.

The huge airliner, bound from San Francisco to Honolulu, mysteriously plunged into the ocean about midway between the two points last November 8.

Only nineteen bodies were recovered. The first witness before the seven-man hearing panel was David L. Thomson, of CAB investigators, who has spent the last two months seeking clues from the wreckage.

Mr. Thompson said one thing certain was that the plane had burned after it struck the water. He said the plane carried a shipment of "Yellow label sodium sulfide restricted cargo packed in accordance with ICC regulations." In addition, " he said, "there was White label radio-active material aboard the plane."

Mr. Thompson offered no solution to one of the prime mysteries of the tragedy - the riddle of why crew men were unable to send a distress message in the twenty-three minutes from the time it last gave a position to the time it struck water."
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And that is all I have of this interesting case. If someone has the rest, please send it to me and we will add to this story. Thank you in advance!

P. Urial

REINHOLD SCHMIDT CONTACT - CONTINUED

Reinhold Schmidt and what happened to him after he reported the space ship

Matter Of Record

It was about 3:15 p.m. when I returned to my
car. I turned around and headed for Kearney.
Suddenly, the significance of my experience hit
me full force. I shook so violently that I had
to stop the car and try to pull myself
together. Should I report what had happened or
just keep quiet about it? I was afraid that no
one would believe me and that I might even lose
my job. Then I remembered both a radio and a
television announcement that the government
wanted volunteer skywatchers to report
Unidentified Flying Objects. I decided that it
was my duty as a citizen to report the whole
thing.

First, I went to my minister's home to tell him
about it and to ask his advice. He wasn't in.
Then I drove to the Kearney police station and
asked to see the Sheriff, but he was on
vacation. The desk clerk called the Deputy
Sheriff at the courthouse and made an
appointment for me to meet him there.
When I finished telling him everything that had
happened that afternoon, he said, "Let's get
out there." We went in his car. On the way he
remarked, "This is quite a coincidence. Did you
hear the siren blow at noon today?"
"Yes," I said, "I was in my hotel room and
thought there was a fire."
"No," he replied, "someone called and reported
a strange object in the sky, moving toward
Kearney."

When we reached the place where I had seen the
ship, we saw imprints of the four hydraulic
rams on the dry bed of the Platte River. We
also noticed some oil was a dark green color,
fine textured and sweet smelling. However, I
could not be positive that it had come from the
ship.

I suggested to the deputy that we rope off the
area and post some guards, but he felt that
other officials should first have a chance to
investigate the matter.

When we returned to Kearney, he reported
everything to the Chief of Police. The Chief
asked me to accompany him to the site and also
requested that the City Attorney and a reporter
from the local newspaper go along, too. The
next time we went out to the area of the
strange ship's landing, the five of us drove in
a police car with the siren going full blast
all the way!

Everyone saw the imprints of the craft and the
oil in the sand, and all agreed that there had
been some kind of a large object there which
had made the impressions. The deputy and I
stepped off the distance between the prints and
we estimated that the ship had been about 100
feet long and 30 feet wide. I guessed its
height to be about 14 feet.

When I suggested again that we rope off the
area and report to someone in higher authority,
they said it would not be necessary since all
five of us were convinced that a large ship had
landed there.

We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small
mustard glass which we found on the river bank.
The Chief of Police said he would have it
tested.

Then we drove back to town and they dropped me
off at the Fort Kearney Hotel, where I was
staying.

At last, I thought, I've done my duty...told
them everything that happened. Now I can relax.
(Little did I realize that this was only the
beginning of chain of circumstances which made
me almost regret that I had reported the
occurrence. Yet, it was to lead to some of the
most incredible experiences of my life.)

I sat down in the lobby to watch television. Shortly,
the local program was cut off for a special
news flash: "SPACESHIP LANDS AT KEARNEY,
NEBRASKA!! I was very much surprised because
nothing had been said to me about making an
announcement over the air. In fact, I had not
even referred the object as spaceship, because
I didn't know what it was. I thought that
perhaps it might have come from Russia, and
that it was manned by a crew of German
scientists getting data on the first Russian
Sputnik which had been launched about a week
before.

Within a half hour or so the Chief of Police
called me to ask if I would come over and help
answer the deluge of telephone calls.
He was swamped!

Reporters, photographers, citizens and
officials were all asking for information. When
I got to the police station, the Chief turned
his office over to me. There were two
telephones which rang incessantly and I did my
best to handle them. The Chief took calls in
the outer office.

There was absolute bedlam for about sixteen
hours! Photographers and newsmen came in from
surrounding cities and even from other states.
At 9:00 p.m. the Chief of Police and I were
interviewed on a local radio station, and at
10:00 a.m. we appeared on a local TV station.
These programs were also released on national
radio and TV networks.

The crowds of curious and interested people who
flocked to Kearney caused a traffic jam for
blocks around the police station. Inside there
was "standing room only."

During the night I made several trips with
various officials to the ship's landing area.
The last time was at 3:00 a.m. and even at that
hour, there were about thirty cars there, and
groups of people were milling around. There
was much activity there all night long.

The Whole Story Changes

Back at the police station we were answering
phone calls and trying to keep a semblance of
order. I was pretty tired after the long day
of unusual events, but I had become aware of
change in the manner of the officials as they
discussed my experience.

Not only that, but the story they were now
telling no longer sounded the same at all!
Suddenly, about 6:00 a.m. they asked me to say
that my experience had not happened at all, and
that it was a lie! They even asked that I
change my story to match theirs! I was
dumbfounded at this turn of events. I told
them that they could tell whatever story they
wanted to, but that I would not change mine
unless the truth would jeopardize the security
of the United States. They had no answer for
that!

Then the Chief of Police asked me if I would
submit to a test on the lie-detector.
"Not now," I said. "I'm hoarse from talking for
sixteen hours and I'm very tired. However, I
will take a test after I have had a few hours
of rest...if the other fellows will take one,
too!"

There was no reply! When I indicated that I
wanted to go back to my hotel room to get some
sleep, the Chief of Police said that I couldn't
because they were going to hold me. "For what
reason?" I asked. They didn't know, they said,
but they were just going to hold me, and they
did.

To Jail Without a Warrant

Finally, I was allowed to go to bed...but it
was in a cell in jail. In Kearney, the police
station, the jail and the firehouse are all
combined in one unit. So I had merely walked
from the police station over to a cell in the
jail, accompanied by an officer. I was not
handcuffed, however, and at all times they
were courteous in their dealing with me,
although I was jailed without a warrant.

When I got up a few hours later, I told them I
was ready to take the lie-detector test, but
they said then that it wouldn't be necessary.
Later, while discussing the situation with
Major Wayne Aho, he told me that I had been
completely within my right to refuse to take a
test while I was in a state of fatigue, strain
and hunger. However, I am still willing to take
the test if the Kearney officials will do the
same. So far, there have been no takers!

JW I guess most of you know that Wayne Aho is a
person who had some experiences with a UFO
himself. For many years he had a group of
people who believed like he did and they lived
in Merlin, Oregon. The last time I saw anything
about him, he was interviewed about his
experiences while he was sitting in a rocking
chair on the front steps of his house. At the
time he was getting very old and could hardly
talk. I have great respect for Wayne Aho and
so did my teacher Merelle Fagot.

About 10 o'clock that same morning, the County
Attorney came to see me. He said that they had
evidence which proved that my experience was
untrue and that I might just as well make up my
mind to say so! He had with him two oil cans,
one of which was found within a few feet of the
spot where the ship "supposedly stood." The
other can, open and half full, was of the same
lot number and, he said, was found in the trunk
of my car with the can opener beside it! Now
who would leave an uncovered can half full of
oil, standing in the trunk of his car?

I told him he would have to think of a better
one than that. Either he or I could not see, or
else all the officials of Kearney were blind,
as well as five or six hundred other people who
had walked up and down the river bed all the
previous afternoon and night. The first oil can
was supposed to have been found just that
morning, within a few feet of the place where
the ship had been standing." I suggested that
the fingerprints be taken off the cans that
were found but, as far as I know, nothing was
ever done about them.

It seemed to me that the County Attorney looked
a bit sheepish. I brought to his attention the
fact that the cans which he had showed circular
holes, and that the can opener I carried in my
car cut a triangular hole.

Also, the two cans in question were the Veedol
brand. The oil cans I carried then, (which are
in my car), are RPM and Skeiiy (JW Sp?). A
local radio announcer told me subsequently that
the Veedol Company had announced that they sold
more than five thousand cans of oil a day, and
they wanted the public to know that their oil
did not smell! Later, I discovered that some of
the oil had been poured out into the trunk of
my car and over my laundry.

Two Air Force officials had arrived in Kearney
during the night from Colorado. The next
morning about eleven o'clock, November 6, I
was taken over to the police station to talk
with them. They recorded my whole experience on
a tape as I told it to them. During this
session, one of the Kearney officials happened
to wonder out loud just how the ship could go
straight up when it took off. One of the Air
Force men forgot himself for a moment and
admitted, "Oh, we know all about that."

Soon after that meeting, some of the local
officials went back on radio and television and
announced that my experience was a hoax. I was
confined to jail again and was allowed no
telephone calls or outside contacts.

I was told sometime later that my employer had tried
to reach me for three successive days, via
person-to-person calls, but to no avail.

On November 7, two days after my encounter
with the ship, it was suggested that I have a
mental test. I asked permission to call my
brothers so that they could bring me an
attorney, but my request was denied.
"We have good attorneys here in Kearney." I was
told. Running through a list of attorneys in
the phone book, an official pointed to one and
said, "Here's a good fellow." They called him
in and I found out that he was the Assistant
City Attorney. His first words to me were, "We
don't believe your story and we want you to
change it!" (And this was the person they
wanted to "defend" me!)

"Well I have news for you," I said to him. "If
that's the way you feel, I don't want you for
my lawyer!" The following day it was announced
in the paper that I had an attorney of my own
choice!

(JW The book then has a sketch made of the
internal and external parts of the ship.)

In A Mental Hospital

About eleven o'clock that same night, November
7th, I was called to a meeting of a
mental-hearing board, consisting of the Chief
of Police, the County Attorney, the District
Court Clerk, the Deputy Sheriff, and a doctor.
The meeting was held behind locked doors in a
room above the fire department. (A local radio
announcer heard about the meeting and wanted to
attend, but he could get no information from
anyone until it was all over. Then he had to glean
what he could from a policeman who had not even been there.)

The doctor asked me three questions at the
hearing:
1. "How do you feel about the people of
Kearney, Nebraska?"
I assured him that I had no hard feeling toward
anyone.
2. "Do you still maintain that you saw that
ship?" I told him I certainly did.
3. "Are you willing to go to a mental hospital
and take some tests? I told him no, I did
not wish to go to the hospital, but if they
insisted on my going, they would have to pay
the bill!

About fifteen minutes later I was on the way to
the hospital in Hastings, Nebraska, accompanied
by the Chief of Police, The County Attorney and
the Deputy Sheriff. They kidded me about the
nice rest I was going to have with lots of
pretty nurses around!"Well fellows," I said, "you can have your fun
now I'll have mine later."

I was admitted immediately. They didn't waste
any time!

During my stay in jail an item had been printed
in the local paper to the effect that my wife
and my brother had me committed to a mental
hospital.

This was entirely untrue, and my family
demanded, and got, an immediate retraction.
One of the officials had called my brothers,
one in Hastings, and the other in Grand Island,
and had told them that I was a suicidal risk,
and that my tie, belt and shoe strings had been
removed from my cell. There was absolutely no
truth in these statements. As for shoe strings,
I had been wearing boots which had no strings
at all. Not one thing was removed from my cell,
not even my razor.

My brothers were also told that I had been
smoking marijuana! The truth of the matter is
that I do not smoke at all. I have never been a
smoker. Both of my brothers said they couldn't
figure how I could have gotten "mentally ill"
so fast, since I was perfectly all right when I
had dinner with them and their families the
previous Sunday!

The officer then admitted that there were no
grounds for holding me, and suggested that they
(my brother) bring an attorney and a sheriff,
and commit me to the mental hospital
themselves!

My brothers refused to do this, on the advice
of their attorney. He said that he had been
following the case all along and that it had
gotten too big for the authorities to handle
and now they wanted to wash their hands of
me and the whole thing. "Besides," he added,
"if you commit Smitty, the responsibility for
such an error will be on your heads. And if I
know Smitty, he'll get out of this all right."

About ten o'clock the first morning of my stay
in the hospital, I appeared before a panel of
about thirty people, consisting of doctors,
nurses and other staff members. After answering
questions for twenty minutes, I was invited to
ask any questions that I might care to. But I
had none to ask.

Then I was excused from the session.
I went to the recreation room to watch
television. The doctor who was assigned to me
came in a little later and asked why I thought
I was sent to the hospital. "I don't know," I
said. "It wasn't my idea in the first place."
He said they would have to give me some tests,
and I said I thought that was the general
reason for my being there. Thereafter, for
almost two weeks they tested me thoroughly.

During the second week they did an
encephalogram, a test made on a machine which
records brain waves. Four days later the same
test was repeated. Then I learned that the
charts had been so regular that they had
thought something was wrong with the machine.

About the twelfth or thirteenth day I appeared
before the board again. The hospital superintendent asked if they
wanted to question me further. Only one person
had a question. It was: "What would you say if
we kept you here for a year or two and gave you
treatments?"

I replied, "I think you doctors are smarter
than that. You know very well that I don't
need any treatments."

The same day my employer from Brawley,
California came to the hospital to see me.
Since he had been unable to reach me by phone,
after three days of trying, he had finally
decided to fly there to find out what was going
on.

In the hospital, as in jail, I had not been
permitted to make any telephone calls,
unfortunately for my business activities.
Major Wayne Aho, Ret., director of a civilian
UFO research group called Washington Saucer
Intelligence, told me later that they had
called me at the hospital and had been told
that "We have to protect Reinhold Schmidt from
the public, and the public from him!" My boss
vouched for my sanity and stability. My Los
Angeles employer sent an affidavit to the
hospital, vouching for my business judgement
and my honesty, and stating that, in all the
time I had bought thousands of dollars worth of
grain for his company, there had never been any
reason to doubt my ability or question my
character.

I was released from the hospital that
day. In all fairness, I must say that on the
whole, my stay there was not too unpleasant.
They gave me a private room, and I got along
well with the nurses and doctors...except for
one psychiatrist. One morning he had come to
talk with me. "I'm going to ask you some
questions," he said, "and I want you to answer
with the first thing that comes into your mind,
whether it answers the question or not." "Who
was smarter," he asked, "George Washington or
Abraham Lincoln?" "I really don't know," I replied. " I wasn't
even born then!"

The next question was: "If you weren't a human
being, what would you rather be?"
"I'd rather be a psychiatrist!" I said.
With that he slammed his notebook shut. I asked
if there were any more questions.
"No," he said, "Our records don't stand up in
court anyway."
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NOTE: Wayne Aho is deceased. Also this story took place in 1957. You can see why persons didn't want to report what they saw back then. It isn't much better now but because of so many sightings the public is getting used to it. When I worked at Boeing I rode to work with a young lady that was Reinhold Schmidt's niece. She said she always believed him.


P. Urial

REINHOLD SCHMIDT CONTACT

The Kearney Incident

On a misty November 5, 1957, I finished my work
about 2:30 p.m. It had been a busy day of
inspecting fields of milo and corn a few miles
from Kearney, Nebraska, which is about thirty
miles from Kenesaw, my birthplace.
(incidentally, Kearney is the exact center of
the United States, being just 1,733 miles from
both San Francisco and Boston.)

I was driving near an old sand bed on the Platte River, and
close by was an abandoned farm house. It seemed
like a good place to turn my car around but, as
I started to do so, there was a brilliant flash
of light a short distance ahead. I drove on to
investigate what I thought might be someone
blasting trees, although I had heard no noise.
Within a hundred feet of the river bank my car
engine suddenly stopped. I turned the ignition
off and on several times, thinking that perhaps
the battery had gone dead or that maybe the
rough road had jiggled some wiring loose.

As I started to get out of the car to check the
engine, I noticed something ahead that appeared
to be a large, half-inflated balloon. When I
walked toward it, skirting a clump of willow
trees and tall grass, it was obvious that it
was not a balloon, but a great, silvery craft
which seemed to be made of some kind of metal,
such as polished steel or aluminum. It was
resting on what I later found out to be four
hydraulic rams serving as landing gear, but it
looked like some sort of balloon more than
anything else.

As I came within about thirty feet of it a
thin stream of light, about as big around as a
pencil, shot out from it and hit me across the
chest. It seemed as if I were suddenly
paralyzed; I could not move. Maybe I was only
scared stiff but, before I could analyze my
feelings, a door in the ship slid open and two
men came out of it toward me. They asked if I
were armed and, although I said no, they
frisked me anyway, but they took nothing from
me.

After regaining some of my composure and
discovering that I could move again, I asked
them what they were doing here, what kind of
craft they had there, and where they were from.
One of the men did the talking. He was
evidently the leader and I shall refer to him
hereafter as Mr. X. He spoke English with a
German accent and said that they couldn't
answer those particular questions at that time.
However, when I asked to come closer in order
to see the ship, Mr. X invited me aboard since,
he said, they couldn't leave for a few minutes
anyway. He said that I could look around inside
but not to touch anything.

Inside The Ship

Besides the leader, there were three men and
two women in the ship. The women were sitting
behind a big desk on which there was a large
frame which enclosed what looked like a viewing
screen.

At the same end of the ship were four
columns of colored liquid red, green, blue and
orange. These tubes were approximately 4 and
one half feet high and 6 inches in diameter.
The ladies seemed to be watching the liquid
very closely as it moved slowly up and own,
like the pistons in an automobile.

The three men were working on an instrument panel that
filled one side of the room I saw one of them
clip off some short wires. The panel was
filled with clocks, dials, buttons and
switches. In the center was a large screen
which looked like our television screens, but
it was not working while I was there. The
walls of the ship were about a foot thick and
looked glassy. Oddly enough, I could see
through them ...the sky, the surrounding
scenery, even the weeds and brush beneath us
were visible! But, I remembered,looking at the
ship from the outside it seemed to be made of
solid piece of metal. There were no portholes
or windows. The only opening was the doorway.


All of these people had dark hair and what
looked like sun-tanned skin.The men were about
five-feet-eight inches tall and weighed about 170 pounds.
I guessed the ladies' weight at about 120
pounds, and they were about the same height as
the men. They wore light-colored blouses, dark
shirts and shoes with medium heels. Both the
men and womens clothing were similar to what
we find here on our streets. Any one of them
could have walked unnoticed among our people.

The instrument panel had no name or
identification which might have disclosed the
place of manufacture, but I did notice some
Arabic numerals and some Roman numerals on it.
However, there were no other figures or letters
on any kind on either the inside or the outside
of the ship.

Another thing that fascinated me was the way
the crewmen glided, instead of walking, across
the floor when they stepped back from the
instrument panels! It seemed as though they
were on a moving sidewalk, although I saw no
moving parts .... and when I tried it, it
didn't work! I wondered if they had something
special on their shoes.

When these people spoke among themselves they
used high German, which I happen to understand,
as I graduated from a school in which both
German and English were taught. I could speak
read and write German at the time, and I still
speak and understand it fairly well. But these
people all spoke to me in English with a German
accent.

Mr. X asked me if I knew anything about the
United States' satellite program. When I
replied that I did not, he said, "They're
planning to send up some satellites, but the
first two will never leave the ground. The
third will go up, but it won't send back
data."

This prophecy has since proved true. The
results of those flight were printed in
newspapers all over the country.

After I had been inside the ship for about half
an hour, one of the men who had been working on
the panel said to another, " "Wir sind fertig,"
which means "We are finished." Mr. X said to
me, "You will have to leave now." I was
relieved to hear that because, frankly, I had
been a little bit concerned about ever getting
off that ship again!

To be continued

UFO EMITTING STEAM

UFO EMITTING STEAM - BY DANNY HUGHART

In July 2007 I was working nights, my shift ending at 6:45 AM. On this particular night I got off work and drove home to Hughson, California, arriving home at about 7 AM. Before going to bed, I stepped out into my backyard for a smoke. Always looking up, I stood in the pleasant morning air and began looking around. To the east I saw something that seems impossible from an earthly point of view.

Hughson lies in the mid California valley, directly east of Ceres and south/east of Modesto. East of the valley is the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range, separating California from Nevada. The mountain range is approximately 30 miles from Hughson (by air) and approximately 75 miles wide at this point. If one were to travel due east from Hughson, across the range, he would find himself in Nevada about half way between Las Vegas and Reno. To my knowledge there is basically no inhabited area of Nevada in this area though you wouldn’t be too far from Area 51.

On this particular morning I saw a stream of white steam or something like steam, traveling upward from the top of the mountain range. It appeared to be coming from somewhere east of the range’s western slope and inside the range itself. My first thought was that it was a missile or rocket being fired. Then I realized that there is no military base located inside the range. As I watched, the steam trail became longer such as a rockets continuing flight. I could see what at that distance must have been a huge craft at the point of the steam, appearing as a black dot. Suddenly the craft stopped and hovered for several minutes. It did not move. The oddity is that the steam also froze. It did not dissipate or malform in the wind. After several minutes the craft again began climbing, doubling its altitude over 3-4 seconds. Then it froze again, again with the steam staying intact. After several minutes of hovering, the craft simply disappeared. As it vanished, the steam immediately began to dissipate and malform as the winds began to affect it. The entire incident occurred over about 20 minutes.

Over the next day or two I listened to the news, read the newspapers, and listened to the radio for any report that others had witnessed the event, and perhaps for an explanation. It was not mentioned by any of the media. I have no idea whether this was manmade or alien. However these facts remain:

1. The craft had to have been huge for me to see it at that distance
2. It moved so slowly, but then doubled its altitude in 2-3 seconds
3. It hovered twice and when it hovered, the steam (or whatever) froze in its path
4. It disappeared as though at a fantastic speed
5. When the craft disappeared the steam immediately began to dissipate and blow away

UFO CRASH ON THE PLAINS OF SAN AUGUSTIN

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UFO CRASH AT SAN AUGUSTIN is a comprehensive book written by Art Campbell on the artifacts and testimony of a UFO crash on the Plains of San Augustin, New Mexico. For more information: www.ufocrashbook.com. Art has given me permission to quote from his book. I was intrigued by one story (or probably many stories) that I wanted to tell you. You will see why!

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The following material, we believe, has some relevance to the south side of the Plains of San Augustin and The Plains Area. Some locals who were around in those days recall a lot of planes flying around behind Shaw Mt. in the Coyote Peak area. This unusual amount of aerial activity went on for some months, well into the fall of 1947. This may account for the USAAFL-3 spotter plane crash at Horse Springs. In 2004 the author became aware of the SERPO information. We did not give this material a great deal of time or energy and did not think it was relevant to Barnett's discovery of the downed flying saucer and bodies. It turns out that this aerial activity may in fact have been a search for another UFO, that was learned about from Air Force intelligence services in 2004-05.

THE GREEN'S GAP, GRAY

We were just beginning to check this story out when this book and the CD went on the market. It would not be used here except it is somewhat plausible and fits into the general timeline of the Barnett crash discovery and the new information on the Pelona Mt. Crash. We have learned from a reliable source that this story was told in a military intelligence briefing in the mid 70's. The initial data probably came through the Catron County Sheriff's Office. The sheriff's daily activities in the late 1940s was still quite informal, and few records exist today of what the sheriff's office was doing.

It seems that in the summer of 1947, a retired rancher from the Plains area was driving on old route NM 12 about 20 miles south of Datil, when he noticed what he took to be a child walking in a pasture near the highway. This was a remote area where unattended children are never seen. He decided to stop and see if he could help. He parked his truck, opened a barb wire gate and went towards the "child." As he got closer, he noticed it was unlike any human child he had ever seen and it was not wearing children's clothing, but a one piece gray outfit. He encouraged it towards the gate and his pickup truck parked on the shoulder. It was apparently dazed but cooperative. When he got to the truck he picked up the child and put it in the front seat of his pickup.

He said at this point it was very scared. He noticed four long fingers, but no thumbs, no ears, fairly large eyes.

Traveling a few miles down the road, the rancher reached a little town of Horse Springs. There he turned north towards Green's Gap where he lived. Green's Gap was not a town, but the designation of a valley between hillsides. There was once a store here and a cluster of building which the locals called Green's Gap. It is 12 miles north of Horse Springs, NM between NM Highway 12 and US Highway 60.

When he reached home, he brought the "child" into his house. His wife offered it food and water, but it would not take any. It did calm down some and they were able to get it into a chair. They contacted the Catron Country Sheriff's office; a deputy was due out the next morning. When the couple went to bed they left it sitting in the chair. When they got up the next morning, it was gone. Local lore has it that two years later in August of 1949, a crashed UFO was found with alien bodies, we believe it may have been on the south side of Pelona Mt. In the summer of 1947, Barney Barnett made his discovery of a crashed disk about a mile from NM Highway 12, within several miles of where the rancher allegedly found the strange child.

Barnet said that three or four alien bodies were at the crash site. We assume the beings that Barney saw looked like the child and were on the ground outside of the craft. None appeared to be alive. Barnett said the craft had been split open on the edge. Did they crawl out after the crash and then die, or could one of the crew who was still alive, have helped them out? If this was the case, it would seem that the only signs of help would have been visible on the highway mentioned by Barnett a mile or so away. Indications are the craft Barnett discovered came down at night and occasional car lights would have been very visible from the crash site for some seven-hundred feet, in the slightly hilly terrain.

A crash at Pelona Mt., or any of the surrounding remote peaks in the vicinity, would present a different set of conditions for an alien making its way from, on or around the area peaks and rugged terrain in between. Pelona Mt. is the highest peak n the immediate area at 9,220 feet. The mountain is about 15 miles south of Horse Springs (where the rancher turned north with his passenger). Many of the mountains including Pelona Mt., is steeper on the north side where it overlooks the Plains, than on the south side where the terrain is less steep and suitable for livestock grazing.

Below the mountain peaks, there are numerous smaller hills and rough rocky draws. Continuing down in the rough country for several miles, there is an eighty to one-hundred foot cliff. Below the long cliff, is the old south shoreline of what geologists called the extinct lake of San Augustin. It is in these wave cut cliffs, where we find Bat Cave, which was also eroded out by wave action over some 4,000 years by the lake weather, wind and waves. Bat Cave is also where the Herbert Dick party of archaeologists were camped on the night of July 1, 1947. This is not to say that there are not rock draws here and there that could be negotiated up or down through the bluff with the right dress and outdoor equipment. It would stretch the imagination for a creature like a gray, probably in shock, to work its way through this harsh terrain in the dark of early morning hours, some ten miles through several fences to the highway where it was found.

The only plausible explanation to this writer is that (if the rancher's story was true) the gray survived the Barnett crash, helped his companions out of the craft and in the morning walked to the nearby road where it was found by the rancher.

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This event may or may not be true, but the author and others are continuing to investigate it. Initial research indicated the sheriff of Catron County from 1947 - 1950 was Frank Balke. He made his residence in Reserve (the county seat) some sixty miles southeast of Datil. The main highway from Datil, NM 12, runs through Horse Springs, and Aragon to Reserve. We are seeking Sheriff's department records, name of deputies and other information that might give us more leads. As yet, no important new information has substantiated the strange story of the Green's Gap Gray.