NUFORC Reports: Frightening UFO Encounter - Laconia, NH

FROM PHANTOMS AND MONSTERS BLOG

The following are two NUFORC witness sighting reports submitted by friends in New Hampshire who had the same encounter together. Granted, these witnesses may be attempting to generate a hoax in order to cover up something else but, I'm willing to give these sightings consideration and the benefit of the doubt until I find out otherwise...Lon


Occurred : 3/20/2010 23:00 (Entered as : 3/20/10 23:00)
Reported: 3/25/2010 6:37:05 PM 18:37
Posted: 4/13/2010
Location: Laconia, NH
Shape: Changing
Duration:1hr 30 min.

UFO Sighting in Laconia

FROM THE BOYFRIEND

My name is D. I am sixteen years old and I live in New Hampshire. Last Saturday night I went out with my girlfriend, who lives in Laconia, when we had the following experience: I was with her around 11. We wanted to take her Mom’s car because it was nicer and we wanted to go look at the stars. We went to Fun Spot at the back parking lot in Laconia. There were 8 cars already there when we arrived. Little by little, the cars started leaving one by one. We were the last car in the parking lot. Then the lights of the parking lot and the lights of the houses around us and the lights of the houses down the street started to go out one by one. Then my girlfriend noticed something blocking the moon and asked, "What was that?" I knew it wasn’t a cloud because it moved back against the wind and blocked the moon again. I don’t know how to explain this but it turns into a ball when it wants to slow down and move around quickly and when it wants to go fast, straight, it turns into a flat plate with maze box-shaped lined lights. These were on all the time. The colors were dim yellowish white and did not change. I cannot tell whether these were part of the bottom or not. It flipped a lot. I did not know which side was right or up on it. It was doing this over the trees across the street from the parking lot. It suddenly crossed the street towards our car. Its size was as big as 14 houses. It was really quiet. That’s when we had to leave. But I did not have time to turn on the headlights.

We put the clutch in to start the car and jammed it into 1st and floored it. The front end got picked up and the car could not move. We steered left and right but the car just kept on going up into the air. My girlfriend was scared and she had boogers coming out of her nose while I was cursing. The car was going up and the back wheels were off of the ground. Then I looked out of my window and saw that the parking lot park lines started getting smaller. Both our windows were down this whole time. The front windshield started to crack and shake and the cracks spread from the passenger side to the driver’s side. It popped outwards like it was pulled out.

Something yanked my wrist. Not aggressively. And the whole time in my head something was telling me “Don’t panic,” or “Don’t be scared.” And it wasn’t in English in my head but I got the meaning. It wasn’t a language – I don’t know how to explain it. And on my girlfriend’s side, it had her half-way out of the window. Her butt was off of her seat, maybe one-and-a-half or two feet? and the car was pointed almost completely straight up at the stars – yet I saw no stars.

Every time I tried looking at it, in front, a white film went over my eyes. It was kind of like staring at the sun with your eyelids closed. I could not hear her screaming but I know that she was screaming. My ears felt like they kept on popping from the altitude. I couldn’t hear. The smell was like unbearable, like you want to close your nose. It was spicy, like pepper-sprayish, and clean at the same time – it was a smell that you could stand but you would close your nostrils because it still smells bad. When I tried to fight and get my wrist back in the car, that’s when the grip got stronger. It was pulling my left arm up out of the window – there was no pain but it was strong – …. I was trying to fight off the grip on my wrist. My tongue was numb. The horn beeped by accident and the grip got a little loose. It beeped again in the struggle and my arm flopped down in the car. My girlfriend also fell back in her seat and we realized we were still up in the air. ! It took 2 seconds for the car to drop. When we dropped, the air bags came out. We floored it as fast as we could through the town. It was almost a straightaway to go to my girlfriend’s house with very few turns to take. During this time, both of us couldn’t stop crying. We arrived at her house and her Mom asked, “What happened?” All this took place from 11pm to 12:30 am. It seemed like we were in the air for 10 minutes and it felt like it was forever. Her Mom called the police, and a policeman came.

The policeman did not believe us when we first told him what had happened until he looked at the vehicle. There were no scratches or dents or anything. He said that there was no reason for this to have happened to the car when there are no dents or scratches and no reason for the windshield to shatter and pop out the way it did. He had no explanation for why the windshield popped outwards. Also, when I went to open my cell phone in front of the policemen, I got shocked by it.

On Monday, I went to my doctor to get a whole physical to make sure I was OK. My wrist had a puncture wound while my forearm has a cut that is semi-circular and there’s blood on it. I do remember that when I first looked at my arm after I got it back in the car, it was red with blood. But by the time we got to my girlfriend’s house, there was no blood anywhere. On the center consul of the car, there is an imprint of her hand. I don’t quite understand what the policeman said but it was something about the skin of her hand leaving an impression.

Now, I don’t like to feel bumps in the car, or feel anything that trembles like a boombox. I don’t want to be out in dark areas at night. I also don’t like to walk out to my Mom’s car, anymore, outside. “
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FROM THE GIRLFRIEND

Occurred : 3/20/2010 23:00 (Entered as : 3/20/10 23:00)
Reported: 3/25/2010 7:00:26 PM 19:00
Posted: 4/13/2010
Location: Laconia, NH
Shape: Changing
Duration:1hr and 30 min.

UFO Sighting in Laconia

“My name is E and I’m eighteen years old. I live in Laconia. Last Saturday night, my boyfriend D came up to see me and we went out. When we got to Fun Spot, in Laconia, we parked in the back in the separate parking lot. We turned off the car and it was totally silent. We were just sitting there and I looked up at the moon. I saw this weird black-shaped object. And then, I said to my boyfriend, “What is that?” He looked up at it and he said, ”If it gets any closer, we need to leave.” I kept staring at the moon to see if it was just a plane or something. It moved back across the moon. It was huge and it looked like it was zig-zagging or changing shape. I couldn’t tell. He said, “I think it’s coming closer.” It flew so fast over the trees getting closer to where we were. It felt like it was zeroing in on us. It blocked the moon. And then, we started panicking and driving away. I thought we were going to hit the Bingo building. We turned left but it felt like we went off of a jump – you know that feeling? like we were on a rollercoaster? And we were in the air. I was trying to pay attention to everything that was going on but it felt like I couldn’t. When I looked up, everything was black. The smell was not nice but it was like something you could stand. It was an odor I’ve never smelled before. I heard absolutely nothing – it was silent. I felt immobilized like I had no control over what I was doing or over my body. I could see nothing. It was like opening your eyes in a pitch black room.

I felt really nervous and scared. I don’t remember crying or screaming. I held on to the center console because I felt like I was lifted. I was holding on so tight that my thumbprint is imprinted on the center console. And then, when I finally realized what was happening, I was so close to the windshield that my body was going forward with my arms behind me. Everything was black. I heard a loud noise like a horn. Once. And then, the car just dropped. I hit my eye on the dashboard and the airbags came out. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I held my face and I looked over at my boyfriend. I saw that his left arm had blood. I said, “Are you OK?” I looked at the windshield and it was cracked, totally, but only on the passenger side. I could see D but I couldn’t see anything outside. The only thing that made the car drop was the sound of the loud horn. When the car dropped, there was a loud boom. After that, we just drove so fast out of there. The smell went away after we drove away. And I started crying. And I said, “What the h—l just happened?” My boyfriend said, “I don’t know, I don’t know.” I didn’t feel like they were following us.

When we got home, my Mom said that she could hear me from the outside while I was freaking out. I couldn’t stop crying. My Mom said, “Calm down and tell me what happened.” I said, “You’re never going to believe me.” “Is it my car?” she asked.

And I said, “Let me explain,” because I felt that if I didn’t explain it fast enough, it was just going to go away from my mind. At about 12:15 am, a cop arrived. I told him what had happened while I was sitting down at the dinner table. My boyfriend was sitting next to me – it was then that I noticed that there was no more blood on his arm or his clothing. The cop didn’t believe me at first until he finished looking at the car. He told my Mom that there was no reason for the air bags to come out because nothing else on the car was damaged. He didn’t check underneath the car but we found out later that the underside was totaled. The cop said that he was going to the place where we had been.

I just felt thankful that we’d gotten out of there. But I couldn’t stop crying for more than 2 hours afterwards. My Mom said, “You should go take a shower and get the airbag dust off of you.” But I didn’t want to be alone at all. I felt lucky. And there were no scratches or anything anywhere on my body.

The first night, my dream was that I was a little girl, maybe 6 or 7 years old, in an Elementary School classroom. I was looking at myself as a little girl. And then it was like the teacher called me up and I couldn’t talk or say anything - but everybody else seemed to say something for me. Like everything I wanted to say, everybody else was saying it except for me. They were saying exactly what I wanted say. I have never had a dream like this before – where I am a little girl and see anything about the past. I did not feel right at all.

I am better now. I still worry about seeing this thing again and I pay attention to the sky at night. I really don’t go out at night, anymore, because I’m scared. “
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UPDATE: someone on the ATS forum contacted the Laconia, NH police and received the following response:

Officer Batstone responded 03-21-10 at 0017 hrs., to take the report from the 18 and 16 year old and look at the vehicle that was damaged. The incident they reported occurred at the Opechee Park, which is no where near Fun Spot as they report to you.

According to the ATS post, Opechee Park is 0.8 miles away from the Fun Spot. Not a great distance, but obviously the "incident" reported was different than the incident submitted to NUFORC.

Honestly, I think these kids were hesitant to tell the police that they parked in the Fun Spot for some reason, so the police report states Opechee Park. BTW, the Fun Spot is a huge place and (from what I gathered online) the parking area is immense.

However the time of 0017 hours (1:17am) on March 21st does correspond correctly in both reports.

This proves there was indeed an incident, that a vehicle was damaged and that an officer was called to the scene.

CHEM TRAILS EVERYWHERE! - UPDATE #2

We now have additional information to add to this report. I will mark with an asterisk the new information.

SOME NEW INFORMATION TODAY: CAN THIS BE WHAT IS CAUSING THE SICKNESS?

Potentially deadly fungus spreading in US, Canada

22 Apr 2010 22:21:58 GMT

Source: Reuters

* Fungus is unique genetic strain * Climate change may aid its spread WASHINGTON, April 22 (Reuters) - A potentially deadly strain of fungus is spreading among animals and people in the northwestern United States and the Canadian province of British Columbia, researchers reported on Thursday. The airborne fungus, called Cryptococcus gattii, usually only infects transplant and AIDS patients and people with otherwise compromised immune systems, but the new strain is genetically different, the researchers said. "This novel fungus is worrisome because it appears to be a threat to otherwise healthy people," said Edmond Byrnes of Duke University in North Carolina, who led the study. "The findings presented here document that the outbreak of C. gattii in Western North America is continuing to expand throughout this temperate region," the researchers said in their report, published in the Public Library of Science journal PLoS Pathogens at http://dx.plos.org/10.1371/journal.ppat.1000850. "Our findings suggest further expansion into neighboring regions is likely to occur and aim to increase disease awareness in the region." The new strain appears to be unusually deadly, with a mortality rate of about 25 percent among the 21 U.S. cases analyzed, they said. "From 1999 through 2003, the cases were largely restricted to Vancouver Island," the report reads. "Between 2003 and 2006, the outbreak expanded into neighboring mainland British Columbia and then into Washington and Oregon from 2005 to 2009. Based on this historical trajectory of expansion, the outbreak may continue to expand into the neighboring region of Northern California, and possibly further." The spore-forming fungus can cause symptoms in people and animals two weeks or more after exposure. They include a cough that lasts for weeks, sharp chest pain, shortness of breath, headache, fever, nighttime sweats and weight loss. It has also turned up in cats, dogs, an alpaca and a sheep. Freezing can kill the fungus and climate change may be helping it spread, the researchers said. (Editing by Eric Beech)

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Wisconsin White Object

Tomah -- On April 11, 2010, I was photographing starlings when I noticed a white object appearing and disappearing in my photographs. It was highly reflective of the sunlight and was flying east.

About 30 minutes later, I noticed a spray plane traveling in the same path at a high rate of speed and flashing some type of laser off the bottom of it. Within 15 minutes of the spraying, the sky was a complete white out. Total elapsed time from first to last photograph is 49 minutes.
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I recently sent out a message about how many became sick after attending the Aztec Conference in Aztec, NM on March 27. I wondered if it was because of Chem Trails. Since that time I have been accumulating data on where people live that became sick with upper bronchial infection and weakness. Some persons have said they do not believe Chem Trails have made us sick. These are the reports I have received and I know there are many more but because they didn't receive my inquiry they did not report.

First of all, persons attending the Aztec Conference came from all over so I will list the ones I know.

Cortez, Colorado 2

Boulder, Colorado 3

Cincinnati, Ohio 1

Cleveland, Ohio 1

Seattle, Washington Unspecified

Seattle

* Just had a report from a friend that yesterday in Seattle they were on the way to a Mariner's ball game. All of a sudden both parties started sneezing and coughing at the exact same time. They commented "Did we drive through something?" Today the woman is sick with the exact symptoms we had to begin with.

Taos, New Mexico 1 & possibly 2

Medford, Oregon 1

Paris, France 1

Bagdad, Arizona 1

Mexico City, Mexico ?

Boise, Idaho Many

Minnesota Many

*Eugene, Oregon

Sky was covered in chem trails until it turned milky white. The witness has upper respiratory infection!

*Modesto, California

A nurse called me yesterday. Because of his job he was required to have both types of flu shots: H1N1 and a regular flu shot. He has the upper respiratory infection. He said there are many chem trails there. Because he is a nurse he knows how many are ill, he said that there are many people sick with the same malady in the area.

The following remarks were made by those reporting in:

Medford, Oregon:

1. How many at the conference got something?
2. If medical help was consulted what did the doctors say it was? (Swine flu, pneumonia, upper respiratory infection)
3. What medication was used to treat it?
4. How many of those who had H1N1 shots and or regular flu shots also got the bug. (The new information from Modesto, CA answers that question!) Did the local area folks in Aztec get something also?

It is okay to keep looking up, just don't inhale!

Taos, New Mexico

I wondered if maybe US gov't has a role in any possible respiratory infection rather than ETs. (I never believed it was ETs doing the spraying!- P. Urial)

Florida

If chem trails are really what they are supposed to be they might be an Armageddon population control weapon.

Paris, France

Singer Whitney Houston was released from a Paris hospital on Wednesday after suffering a respiratory infection and she called media reports that she was using drugs again "ridiculous."

Boulder, Colorado

Witness tested positive for Swine flu but his wife did not. She had the upper respiratory infection.

Boise, Idaho

A lady there said that the Chem trails started in about 1999 in her area. Right after that people had the respiratory infections.

Minnesota

Lady asked about the Chem trails and said that in her area after they had observed planes flying all over the sky and dropping Chem trails that people had come down with this infection. She said it has taken two to three months to get over it.

Cincinnati, Ohio

The person got sick around Christmas and the sinus infection was so bad it lasted three plus months.

Phoenix, Arizona

Person from Cottonwood attended a conference in Phoenix. The sky was covered in Chem Trails. People at the conference were coughing and sneezing.

Yolo, Prescott area, Arizona

I heard this weekend that a rancher on last Friday, was observing the planes dumping chemicals above (chem trails)and pretty soon he wasn't able to breath, his lungs were burned and he barely made it to the emergency room, he was in bad shape.

They ran a bunch of tests on his hair, etc. and it was barium, aluminum and a few more but I can't remember the names. He is going to be ok but his lungs were badly burned from it.

He called all the ranchers in the Yolo , Prescott area trying to warn everyone he knew.

Tenerife, Canary Islands

So many Chem trails it wipes out the sun. My friend's wife is a well known singer. She got the upper respiratory infection from the chem trails. When they see these they stay in the house to avoid having them drop on themselves. He said it happens all the time.

Texas

Another person that attended the Aztec Conference from Texas also got the infection.

Tennessee Triangles

Signal Mountain -- I woke up on March 3, 2010, and noticed the sky had a ton of chemtrail activity so I grabbed my camera and began filming the aircraft flying back and forth laying these chemtrails.

It has always been a theory of mine that these aircraft are masking the presence of UFO activity. When there are chemtrails, many times I have seen "spheres" which always take on the color of their surroundings. In the clear blue sky, they will appear transparent. I have led a few people to see UFOs when they did not believe.

Cortez, Colorado

We both came down sick about the second day after the conference. We still have it but it is slowly getting better. (Because of GSE and Oregano pills I feel so much better, almost normal!)

I am sure there are many more suffering from these Chem Trails. I am aware and watching for more information.

TODAY I HEARD FROM A FRIEND IN ENGLAND, She said the sky is covered with chem trails over London!

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