THE ROCKS SPEAK

I was sent a monograph about the petroglyphs that Dan Eden of Viewzone researched beginning in Colorado. I have extracted the most important parts in order to connect the dots and bring the story to a conclusion. Following is an annotated version of the long story I was sent without extraneous writings.

Thank you Dan for your important research. If you wish to read the entire monograph go to: www.viewzone.com/tells-all18.html


“One evening in early December I got a call. It was from a professor of mid-Eastern languages, stationed at Brigham Young University. He asked about an article he had read on Viewzone a while back. It was a small piece I had written about some strange petroglyphs - old rock carvings - that were found just outside the remote cattle town of LaJunta, Colorado.

THE ROCKS BEGIN TO SPEAK

The rocks were located in a few isolated canyons, South of LaJunta, Colorado, and were first brought to my attention by a resident of the town named Bill McGlone. McGlone was a retired engineer who had lived and worked all over America and had been stationed in Southeast Colorado during one of h is jobs.

McGlone was a highly intelligent man of Scottish heritage. In his younger days he was also fond of hiking and exploring the wilderness and of taking photographs. He first noticed the collections of strange symbols, etched into the canyon walls, and assumed that they were graffiti left by the Comanche Indians that once inhabited the region. But on closer inspection, he saw that they were quire unusual and unlike any other Native American petroglyphs in surrounding states.

Bill found traditional Indian art with scenes of hunting rituals and humanoid figures with feathers affixed to their head. He also found images of horses - unknown to America until the Spanish brought the animal here in the 16th Century, but these carvings were often done on top of the other petroglyphys. This suggested that the more worn and unusual petroglyphs were much older and perhaps made by a different people.

After collecting photographs and meticulously cataloging the petroglyphs of this older era, McGlone discovered something else that was not typically Native American. He noticed that these petroglphys contained the same 22 symbols that were repeated over and over, in various combinations and in different order. He believed this showed that they had a phonetic value and were signs of an ancient alphabet.

McGlone had also noticed a third type of petroglyph that resembled the Celtic language of Ogam. He had better success in reading these carved symbols and, with the help of a well known writer, Barry Fell, he convinced the State of Colorado to protect and preserve many of these ancient sites. But there was little protection for the mysterious petroglyphs that I had documented and they were often in the heart of a cattle ranch an being trampled underfoot by cattle and eroded by the elements.

In the Southern desert of Israel, called the Negev, a team from Harvard University had discovered the remains of a collapsed turquoise mine that was operated by a Pharaoh of Egypt almost 3500 years ago. The mine was remarkable because it had collapsed with miners still inside but had not been reclaimed and was left intact from that era. When the team of archeologists began to excavate and clear the mine of debris they noticed a strange collection of shapes and symbols had been carved on the inside walls of the shaft.

Since organic wood was recovered from the beams used to shore up the mine, very precise dates of the artifacts were obtained and pointed to a time of about 1500 BC. Dr. Harris knew that the mine was commissioned by the Egyptian dynasty but he also knew that the workers would have been drawn from the surrounding tribes of that region, and that they would have spoken, and written, a dialect known as proto-Canaanite.

The act that the symbols in the Negev numbered twenty-two, more or less, was highly significant. The proto-Canaanite language had twenty-two written phonetic symbols. Over time, Dr. Harris managed to read the writing and revealed his finding in his little read book, “The Name of God.” The writing was also subsequently found in the region immediately surrounding the mine and consisted of bitter comments about the working conditions of the mine, as well as fear that the mine was unsafe, and many well known phrases or devotion to a deity called Yah and El.

(Dan sent his photographs to Dr. Harris for his interpretation.) He had translated much of what I sent to him, including one rather mysterious panel that had looked to both McGlone and me, particularly important.

The panel in question was part of a very long, 60 foot wide, section of a canyon wall that was covered with writing. At the far right there was what appeared to be an image of a ship, complete with sails and rigging, and the image I sent him was of the last panel, to the far left.

It read, in proto-Canaanite, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah.” It appeared that this was evidence of a connection between the people of ancient Sanai and the Center of America - but how could this be?

What is the difference between proto-Canaanite and “root Hebrew?” The latter is the same Hebrew that is spoken today but is imited to words found in the Talmud, and limited further to those having no more than two or three consonants.

I purchased a Talmudic Hebrew dictionary at a local book store and over the course of three months I completed a database of root words, their English equivalent and mated the database with a javascripted program that allowed the user to select the alphabetical symbols. It was an amazingly simple but effective solution to the dilemma and I was soon confirming the translation of Dr. Harris and then moving beyond the work that I had shared with him.

In the Spring of 2000, I decided I would see how my translation program worked in the field, and planned a trip to Colorado, to study the petroglyphs.

The land was owned by a wealthy rancher and he had surrounded the ranch with miles of barbed wire and “Keep Out” signs. As soon as e crossed on to his land he was upon us in his white pickup truck with a rifle. He refused to allow us access and pretended he had no knowledge of any petroglyphs and did not even want to discuss the matter.

After the help of a City official the rancher would be happy to allow me on the land, and would be expecting me at his ranch to give me the keys to the locked fences. After this incident we were welcomed to many other ranches and found even more petroglyphs. The translation program was running on a portable laptop and successfully gave a voice to the odd shapes and weathered stones. The messages were indeed old, in proto-Canaanite, and they gave a deadly prophecy.

Whoever wrote the petroglyphs came from the mid-East. There were multiple references to the land of Kan, or Canaan, images of ships and the narration of a perilous journey. They suffered not only a crisis of physical dilemmas but of faith.

As I translated the script, from the far right where the picture of the ship was pecked into the stone wall, to the far left, where Dr. Harris had translated the phrase, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah” something unexpected appeared in the texts. There were references to the “burning sky.”

The site with the long panel of petroglyphs appeared to be meant as a single story, perhaps the history of the epic journey that the authors had taken to get here. It was almost 20 feet above the current earth. Thousands of years had worn away the underlying soil and made the once eye-level writing artificially elevated. Also, the more recent petroglyphs of American Indians, with images of horses and feathered headed men, were now only half as high on these same cliffs.

The older script was also black with what i s called patina. It forms a thick black crust as the moisture leaches manganese from the stones and is a testament to the antiquity of the writing. The Native Indian petroglyphs were bright and fresh, as if made yesterday.

Not all of the ancient script was intact. Certain sections were worn by the weather and sand blasted by the wind, but enough of it was there to get the story. The authors had come to this location on purpose. They were not lost or exploring without a destination. And they arrived in poor shape, sick and with many lives lost in the journey. They arrived and stopped and made a temple to Yah.

One panel described how they were perplexed. They had no shelter or location for the temple’s “holy of holies,” and so used the cloth from their sail to make a tent “for the Father, Yah.” There was even a crude image of the tent to accompany the story.

After they had established themselves in the location they wrote their prophecy in the form of a warning. They spoke of the “arm of El” no longer protecting the people from the sky, and of being “burned by the sky.” They made references to the location as a “ safe zone” and that people should “seek shelter under the earth.” There were also references to “half-breeds” and the “white sect.”

I published the photos and some vague translations, but I withheld the real substance of what I had learned from the petroglyphs. Over the next few weeks I received lots of e-mail, mostly telling me about similar sites and asking me if I wanted to visit and photograph areas in Arizona and Utah.

But one day I received an e-mail from a man that contained a picture of similar petroglyphs. In fact, they were almost identical to the ones I was studying. I replied immediately, asking him where in Colorado he was from and on which ranch these petroglyphs were located. He wrote right back to me. They were not from Colorado but were taken in the remote outback of South Australia.

The man was John McGovern.. He sent more photographs from the same area and I anxiously translated the symbols and sent the texts back to him. I could not believe that the same writing was so widely dispersed. The questions aroused by this fact were profound. We went back and forth for about two weeks. Finally John sent me something that made my hair stand on end.

I had expected to see an image of a rock or canyon face with the typically pecked outline of the familiar shapes of the ancient proto-Canaanite language, but as the image assembled on my computer screen it was white -a page from a book - and it contained the phrase, in bold English letters, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I am of Yah.”

This was the exact phrase that Dr. Harris had translated from my photographs of Colorado. It was the last panel of the 60 foot long script that described the “burning sky.” The petroglyphs were at least 2000 years old so I was shocked to see the same phrase on a printed page. I read his note, that accompanied the image, “Hi mate. Thought this would grab ya!”

Needless to say I was curious about the book. I wrote back as fast as my fingers could type, asking where this had come from and who wrote it. The delay from opposite time zones was frustrating but John replied the next day with yet another scanned image from the same book. This time it was a printed map of the world.

I carefully looked at the map and noticed it had been marked by a dozen points. North America contained three of them - one precisely printed on the area in Colorado where I had found the petroglyphs. In Australia there was also a mark that coincided with the location where John said he had photographed the petroglyphs he sent to me. I was puzzled and confused. I wrote to John, asking him to tell me everything he knew about the petroglyphs, the mysterious points on the map and to help make some sense out of the whole phenomenon.

Oddly, John was not immediately forthcoming with his disclosure. He told me that he had found my photographs by accident and that he had been similarly shocked when he saw the similarities - even more so when he learned the location of the petroglyphs. He alluded to a “secret group” of people that were aware of such things and insisted that I not publish anything that he would tell me about the matter.

Over the next several weeks, John McGovern sent me more pages from a rare book called The Keys of Enoch, written by a man known as Dr. J. J. Hurtak. The book was divided into various chapters, called “keys” and each key disclosed the knowledge of a revelation that was supposed to have been experienced by Dr. Hurtak concerning the future events of Earth and its people.

McGovern explained that the page he had sent to me was, ironically, the last “key” in the book - much the same as it was the final panel in the long 60 foot proto-Canaanite narrative. He also quoted other passages from the book that gave the exact longitude meridian where the petroglyphs in Colorado would be found. These were confirmed to be within 300 yards of the actual sites by checking my detailed maps and surveys of the area.

I knew that Bill McGlone was alone in his discovery and appreciation of the Colorado petroglyphs. They were so remote, and on private land, that it seemed doubtful that Hurtak would ever have knowledge of their exact location. Nevertheless, Hurtak had published these facts in the 1970s, well before McGlone had even visited Colorado.

John described a similar experience in Australia. He had found the site with similar petroglyphs in a very remote area of the Australian outback, many years before he happened to read about the coincidental location described in Hurtak’s book. Since there was only one zone in the entire Australian continent, McGovern did not know what the other petroglyph in different zones would look like and so he was surprised to see the same symbols in America.

We both knew we had found something significant. John was sure that it somehow related to the prophecies in Hurtak’s book. But I was more hesitant to believe this without exploring other possibilities.

In December of that year I got a new collection of images from my Australian friend. These were in the same alphabet as the proto-Canaanite script but the symbols were perfected in a font style and were beautifully cast in both stone and bronze. The note that accompanied them simply read. “Hey mate - look what they found in Yemen!”

ENTER THE QUEEN OF SHEBA

The images were from a small town called Mareb, in the Republic of Yemen. They were taken by the University of Calgary who had sent an archaeological team to finish the interrupted excavations of the famous archaeologist, Wendel Philips, on whose character the famous series of Indiana Jones films were based.

Wendele Philips was not looking for the famed “lost Ark” when he began to search the ruins of neighboring Ethiopia, but he did find the Western portion of the queen’s kingdom there and followed the trail back to Yemen, to the small tribal village of Mareb. There he convinced the Bedouin tribes to let him dig in the sand and he soon found the top of a buried structure that once belonged to the Queen of Sheba herself.

The University of Calgary had just started the excavations again when they discovered a large wall that encircled the complex, 60 feet in height, 15 feet thick, and covered with rows of script that no one could translate. The images of this wall wee in McGovern’s e-mail to me. As soon as I saw them I could recognize bits and pieces, familiar words and phrases of the proto-Canaanite text. But this was all pristine text that had been protected by the desert sand for 3000 years - not a worn and weathered petroglyph - and so I was anxious to work on it.

I stayed up all night working on a single photograph of one section of the wall, about 20 feet wide, that had a single line of symbols running in a horizontal line. There were hundreds of symbols to be deciphered. My program was working like a dream and I was filling a notebook with words as soon as they appeared on the screen of my computer. I was so impatient that I didn’t bother to make sense of the translation until I had completed the entire row that was visible in the photograph.

The poem, or prose, was speaking about a “son,” a “father” and of the “beautiful spirit.” There were also unusual ligatures, or combinations of two letters, that formed the familiar word for “God,” spelled “El.” But what did it mean?

It read as follows: (portions of the text were obscured by some workers standing in front of the wall)...”because the Son was aware of the essence that was in him

“And when the happiness of the Son was poisoned by the news that his father passing on the anger lifted when the son was told the location of the Father’s great box of EL. (Ed. The Ark of the Covenant)

“Ans when the happiness of the Son was poisoned by the action of the beautiful Lord’s movement the Son was made happy to swear to protect the box of EL, and to be associated with the Lord’s spirit.

“And his gloom lifted.
The Son constructed a chamber for the beautiful Lord’s spirit and covered it up. He accompanied the chamber of the Lord underneath to pray and to gain understanding and to protect...” (interrupted again by workers in the photograph)

It was beautiful to read words that had been hidden for so long, and also a bit surreal. I didn’t know what it meant, who was the “son” and his “father?” And what on Earth could the “box of EL” mean?

I sent my translations to Australia the next morning by e-mail. John seemed pleased and rewarded me by sending another image. This one was a photograph of a large brass plate, covered with the ancient alphabet, that had been found inside the temple of Sheba. It was originally a cylinder that surrounded one of the tall columns but only one side of a small portion was displayed. Still, it had lots of symbols and was a good project to keep me from thinking about other things.

This time the text spoke mainly about a woman who was referred to simply as “the mother.” The text read from right to left, but because it was only a partial view of the entire brass plaque, it started and ended in mid-thought. Nonetheless, it was enough to piece together a story. By the end of the evening I had finished most of it.

It seemed to be a continuation of the narrative on the wall.

...the Mother listened through the aperture of the Son in his chamber to see if he renounced the agreement with the Lord …

...because the sorrowful mother assembled around the chamber a wall without mortar so that she might rescue the son …

… she watched the son through the aperture and saw it illuminated and heard thunder and feared for the son...

… the son increased his knowledge of the future and the son shook and trembled from the knowledge of the unknown …

… to save her son because of the silence and because the worm had moved out from the aperture and great was her sorrow …

… moved from silence to judge if the son foresaw the loving mother wail and doubt his agreement with the Lord …

… the spirit (no translation) was happy to be made blind on account of the box and the son’s brother-in-law suffered increased painful study …

… the round city to protect her poor son and the mother then slowly encircled the foundation of the chamber …

… to judge the poor mother so the dwelling place of the box was obscured and the mother was also fearful that the sea would rise …

… so the proud mother’s love for her only son made her to fortify the chamber of the box in case the earth might tremble …

I was beginning to see a story in my notes, but the characters were unreal. I needed to know more about this old kingdom, the Queen of Sheba and whether she indeed had a son.

I worked tirelessly for hours on the stone. The stone was interesting because it had a more casual style of printing, similar to hand lettering, and included a few symbols I had never encountered before. It also had an end to the text. There was a horizontal strip of letters that suddenly finished, leaving the stone bare. But there were also chunks of the block that had been removed, taking with them the letters and eliminating the possibility of translating the missing words.

Again, the block started in mid-sentence:

“...the son also did not foresee the optimal time for drinking one’s fill because of the unknown powers in the world of his future offspring and so the world of his progeny would remained sealed …

… we pray that the crop (people) will be purified but do not encourage the harvest (of the people) prematurely as the Lord will burn the evil nations from the sky but let the son have dominion over the grain (creatures) and do not rise up until friendly nations are here …

… enter also to destroy and let the son predict the leader of these ripe seeds and the son will rejoice for the age of the ‘box of EL’ ….

… the proud mother’s son loves the fresh nation but respect the dwelling place of the body and tabulate the danger from salt water …

… and the son but do not bind the Lord to have plenty but unite the people in prayer on the mound and woe let the friends of the son rejoice and love because love can at last be lofty …

… real hiding place but wanted to agree to cause the Lord to escape but why shed tears for the imprisoned? The mother made the construction to be worthy of the delicate Lord and to praise the Creator …”

… the son foresaw the leader … (part of block missing here) … and the nation revered this son indeed”

John McGovern called Dan on the phone.

John spoke with me for about an hour. He had just read my e-mail and the translations and was very excited. I asked him if he had any idea what it all meant and he then, for the first time, told me the story of Solomon, Sheba and Menelik.

The time was around 1000 BC. Solomon had established his temple in Jerusalem and his wealth and power were widely known throughout the region. The Ark of the Covenant, the “box” that Moses had used to converse with God, was kept in the temple’s “Holy of Holies.” Solomon had a son, Nathan, by one of his many wives. Such was the custom of those times.

The Holy Koran, the Islamic text given to Mohammed by an angel of God, describes a time when Solomon is told of another kingdom to the South, run by a woman, that wealth and power equaling that of his own. He is told that the queen of this empire is beautiful and wise. The news arouses his curiosity and he sends messengers to invite the queen to visit him in Jerusalem.

The Queen of Sheba receives his invitation and is also curious to meet with this distant king. She packs a large caravan of camels and brings gifts of gold, frankincense and other precious commodities and arrives in Jerusalem, where she and Solomon maintain a courtship, testing each other’s intellect and wisdom with word games and puzzles.

It is believed that Solomon and Sheba were married, and that Sheba returned to her palace in Yemen pregnant with her only son, Menelik.

Menelik grew wise and became curious to meet his father. When he reached adulthood he made the journey North to Jerusalem. Upon meeting his father for the first time, Menelik was greeted and welcomed by Solomon, who remarked how much the young man resembled his own father, David. Menelik was given a special ring and was asked to share a secret with Solomon prior to returning to the Sabaean kingdom in Yemen.

A few years later, Jerusalem was invaded by the Assyrians and the temple was destroyed. Shortly after this happened, Menelik is said to have been told where Solomon had hidden the Ark of the Covenant and retrieve the Ark, protecting it in his mother’s kingdom.

Not much is written about other events, or the location of the Ark, but the queen soon abruptly abandoned her Yemen kingdom, with its elaborate palaces and temples, and moved her kingdom across the Red Sea to Ethiopia. The land where her once powerful and fertile kingdom was located was allowed to be absorbed by the desert sands and forgotten. Soon, the queen’s old kingdom was itself invaded by enemies, but the buried temple and palace were never found.

The present village of Mareb, in Yemen, is located near the famous dam that once irrigated the Sabaean kingdom. It is an old city, built upon a mound and now inhabited by Bedouins. The history and significance of the region had been entirely forgotten, even to folklore, until the brief excavations by Wendel Philips in the1950’s.

John’s research was brilliant. It made sense of the translated story. The “mother’ was the Queen of Sheba and the “son” was Menelik. Further, the “box of EL” was the lost Ark! We had certainly found something significant but we were both puzzled about what to do next.

In an act of desperation, I summarized my translations and sent them to Yemen, to the attention of the president, Abdul Saleh. It was a long shot. I was no one. I was a programmer with no background in either archaeology or linguistics. Who would listen to me?

Apparently someone did.

One day I received an e-mail that invited me to write a brief summary for the Yemen Times. I sent them the article and it was printed. Soon I was receiving inquiries about the text and, ultimately, I was invited to come to Yemen to inspect the site in person.

While the logistics of the trip were being considered, another surprising invitation was made, this time by Dr. J. J. Hurtak - the author of the Keys of Enoch. I was asked to meet with him at a restaurant in New York City, for lunch and conversation. He said he had something to show me.

GLOWING ORBS AND OSIRIS

Hurtak’s briefcase contained about six color photographs that had been enclosed in plastic. My first glance was at a photo showing Dr. Hurtak, speaking to a small group of people, and was apparently taken by someone in his audience. It showed Hurtak making a gesture with his hands, as if caught in the middle of an animated lecture. What was unusual about it was the presence of a glowing point of light that seemed to be hovering near his head and emitting a yellow-orange light.

My eyes opened wide when I looked at the photograph. Hurtak watched for my reaction and quickly shuffled to the next image. This one showed the Doctor in a darkened room, standing on top of a translucent structure that glowed with a blue luminescence. I had no idea what I was looking at, but Hurtak pointed to the glowing under his feet and remarked, “That’s me, standing on the tomb of Osiris.”

The remaining photographs were very odd. They were again of Hurtak. He was outside and was surrounded by what first appeared to be several children. But on closer examination, they were not children at all. Their features were muted and somewhat obscured. They also glowed with a blue luminescence. I moved my head closer to get a better look and thought I recognized the familiar big-eyed archetypal extraterrestrial, reminiscent of Whitley Strieber’s book, Communion. The only difference was that these little people were blue, not gray. They also seemed to be more innocent - like children - and less menacing than the usual agents of abductions.

Almost as soon as I had absorbed what I was being shown, the briefcase was closed and put away. I sat there in silence, not knowing how to react.

At one point, Hurtak turned to me and said, “You know, Dan, you will be seeing some of these same things in Yemen. Certainly things will change now. You have started to translate the fire letters. It won’t be long now.”

I remembered that McGovern had mentioned the fire letters. This was what Hurtak had called the petroglyphs that he predicted would be found at the dozen points around the globe. The fire letters were to be translated and understood prior to the next “great age,”, a time that would be marked by some sort of global catastrophe.

McGovern had also told me that the “translator” was mentioned in the prophecy, and that, like it or not, I was that person. I didn’t place any significance in this declaration since I had not read the original prophecies in Hurtak’s book. I also was well aware that Doctor Hurtak was a flesh and blood creature, like me.

(After Dan went to Yemen his friend John McGovern in Australia asked him to come there, which he did.)

We drove to a small town just outside of Adelaide. John stopped to speak with an old woman who gave us permission to access her land and we hiked a short distance to a large flat rock that resembled the slab foundation of a large building. It was a natural formation made of hard, dark brown stone. There were petroglyphs covering the entire surface.

The images, mostly circular shapes, had been pecked into the flat stone eons ago. There was thick dark varnish covering the petroglyphs and they were well worn by the wind and rain. It was almost impossible to see them until we climbed an elevated rock that looked down on the slab. Then the images began to make sense.

Viewed up close, each circle seemed meaningless. But when the entire rock was viewed as a completed work it told a story. Each collection of circles was like a frame in an animation. The circles moved from side to side and danced around a stationary point. Some of the circles had radiating lines surrounding them.

John said the site was very old. Very old in Australia can be, well, very old. Time seems to have slowed for many millennia on the continent until the arrival of the colonists. The Aboriginal people lived without the need for technology or change - what we have come to call progress - for longer than we can imagine. It was not uncommon for some Aboriginal people to have traditions dating back to the last ice age.

The Aboriginal mind is specialized for Australia. John did his best to explain how these petroglyphs were likely part of the “dreamtime,” or collective memory. Just as spiders know how to build their web, birds of a particular species can build a uniquely shaped nest or return to the same migration site as they ancestors, the Aboriginal people have incorporate certain memories in their genes. These memories are not “learned,” in our way of understanding the word. They are triggered by certain rituals or images and then become part of their consciousness, just as if they were learned through direct experience.

These circles were likely part of this phenomenon.

In the last “frame’ of this slab there was a curious image that caught my eye. One of the circular shapes repeated as the image was read from right to left. Each time the round shape became more distorted until the final shape resembled a crude figure with a head, two arms and two legs. It was as if the circle had morphed and become like a human.

I understood that there was something special about a vortex. If the same petroglyphs were found in these specific locations then they must have had something in common besides the language. But what?

The map I had been sent showed a dozen vortex points around the globe. One of the locations coincided with the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. That made sense. But the others were in remote places like the Ural Mountains, somewhere in Afghanistan and off the Southern coast of Japan. Why such remote places?

John explained that the Earth had some type of energy field that surrounded it, more complex than the simple magnetic field with North and South poles. This field had twelve poles which coincided with certain fixed geographic points on the Earth. It was here that contact with “the management” was possible.

We joked about his choice of words. “The management” was actually better than trying to deal with over-used terms like, “aliens,” “angels,” or “Gods.” He described a kind of corporate organization where sentient beings were functioning as students, interns, guides and go-betweens. So when “management” needed to call us to the home office, so to speak, they used the vortex.

These portals had been in operation for a very long time. The petroglyphs were presumably left by people who had witnesses this contact or had come specifically to engage the management. But he suggested another important possible role of the vortex that peaked my interest.

The Earth has suffered, and will again, significant radiation from a variety of celestial events, from super-novas to the mega-flares of our own Sun. These blasts are capable of destroying all life and we are only partially protected by out thin atmosphere and magnetic field. The energies are usually absorbed by the planet through little understood meridians that cover the surface of Earth. These facts were well known to me from an article I wrote a year before.

John proposed that a vortex was a “safe” zone, where survival was most propitious. He suggested that perhaps the management intervened during cataclysmic events and used these portals as an oasis of sorts.

I was not ready to believe this yet. I remembered the texts in Colorado which spoke of the “burning sky” and the need to hide from the Sun. The location of a safe zone would certainly be a plausible explanation for this text. I had my doubts though.

THE FLINDERS RANGE

Colin Norris: I told him I was going to be visiting the Flinders Range. He found a large map of the region and spread it on his dining room table. To the left of Augusta, the road went North to Woomera. Here the map had an interesting area colored red and marked “Restricted Area.” I asked him what was there. Colin smiles, took a deep breath, and asked me to sit down.

Woomera was a strange place. Colin told me that it was the home of an American military installation for the Air Force Space Command and an important testing range for the Australian Defense Science and Technology Organization, a group of defense contractors based in Adelaide whose chief member was Raytheon. It was also an area with phased arrays, an antenna farm like Poker Flats in Alaska (HAARP). Like Poker Flats, it also contained a missile testing range with silos and launch pads.

“Stay away from there,” he warned.

The last thing I would have expected in the remote outback was a military installation. Even more strange was the fact that it was manned by the American Air Force. What were they doing here in Australia? And why were they in this remote location? And why did this coincide with the vortex?

The time alone with John was a good opportunity to talk and listen. I learned that my old ideas about God, the bearded old man on a throne, were about as foolish as believing all matter was made from “stuff.” The universe is complex. Just as that “stuff” can be broken down into molecules, atoms, particles and quarks, deity is also diverse. The “management’ that John described was a complex hierarchy of beings that watched human development and provided periodic adjustments.

“So there are no little green men in spaceships then?” I was being sarcastic, but also a little disappointed.

“Well, I didn’t say that exactly, mate.

The petroglyphs were a few miles from the car and were located on the face of a brown stone wall that formed a canyon with a river. It was similar to what I had experienced in Colorado, although the Pergatoire River was much wider. This river was easy to cross on foot and the petroglyphs were immediately visible.

The entire collection of carvings were speared over 100 feet and were all covered with a thick layer of dark varnish. The age of these petroglyphs was hard to estimate but they were in the same style as the ones in Colorado and used the same symbols. I photographed as much as I could and copied some inscriptions to a notebook.

As I I moved from panel to panel, I noticed a recurring symbol that repeated on the stone wall. A pair of concentric circles was depicted, often with radiating line surrounding the outer circle. I had seen this in Colorado also, but the significance was unclear.

The terrain in front of the wall was flat and sandy. It would have made a great place for a concert. Indeed the wall itself had a kind of step that formed a flat, elevated stage, with the petroglyphs serving as an artistic backdrop. I could easily imagine a gathering of Aboriginal people using this site for some similar event.

When we returned to the campsite I was able to use the last few minutes of battery power on my laptop to translate a string of symbols I had copied in my notebook. It read:

“... In this place you will receive protection and power …”

The trip back provided me time to think. I was convinced that the writing was similar to that in Colorado. But it was also the same alphabet that was used in Yemen to describe the story of Queen Sheba and the Ark. Could I assume that the same writing would be found in the other vortex points around the world?

As we passed through Augusta I remembered the military installations that was adjacent to the Colorado vortex. Was this just a coincident or would there be similar installations near the other points of contact with the “management?”

We began to focus on some of the other areas around the world wehre there were alleged to be vortex points. The first one was in Brazil, just West of Sao Paulo. Raytheon had a major presence in Brazil. Nicknamed ‘SIVAM,” the System for Vigilance of the Amazon. Raytheon had placed a number antenna farms (HAARP?) and radar systems in the Amazon jungle. There was a special “off limits” zone just West of Sao Paulo. These arrays were linked to a central command post by satellite and were designed to detect any anomalous activity surrounding the vortex. Congressional records mentioned that a Brazilian atmospheric “heater” under US control, similar to the one in Poker flats, was also located somewhere in the region.

Another point on the vortex map was Southern Peru. It didn’t take long to learn that Raytheon was there also. Maps showed the familiar “off limits” zone and other records showed the installation of more antenna farms, satellite hookups and a US military presence.

In Asia, the vortex fell on the area just North of the Afghanistan border, in the Southern Ural Mountains. I was already familiar with this location since I had written a piece about Yamantau. This super secret military installation had eaten up billions of dollars and a significant portion of Russia’s impoverished economy. It was an underground facility with millions of square feet that had worried American congressmen.

Representative Bartlett asked Congress to investigate the need for such a costly project and reminded other legislators that, “The only potential use for this site is post-nuclear war...” He suggested that, with the end to the Cold War, this made no sense, and suspected a ore sinister agenda was behind the project.

The other Russian vortex is located near Kazakhstan and coincides with the secret zone around Svobodny.

It was no surprise to learn that Raytheon had a presence in these Russian sites. The same systems of arrays and satellite hookups were installed and each vortex point seemed to have an adjacent military zone that imposed a kind of “checkmate.” In fact, Raytheon was at all of the vortex sites.

We seemed to have stumbled blindly on an important discovery that linked past and present, good and evil and bridged the mundane with the fantastic.

The vortex points were important enough to have been marked in antiquity. If they did represent some special geography where “contact” could be mad then they deserved to be revered, much as the Temple Mound in Jerusalem is revered as the navel of the world.

(Why then did a UFO come down over the Temple Mount in January of 2011 and a baby without swaddling clothes was found in there afterwards? And what has happened to that baby? Somehow I think this is all linked together.)

Perhaps it was through these special portals that civilization has been guided and preserved through various cataclysms that have culled our population in the remote past. It seemed less of a fantasy now. I had seen the writing that described these areas as “safe zones” with my own eyes.

But the presence of military installations was puzzling. They seemed more to hinder access to these zones than to protect them. The terrible weapon that I had witnessed in Alaska (HAARP) was not beneficial to humanity. In fact, it was patently evil. Now there were many of them, either completed or under construction. Why?

If there was an organized deity, what John had called the “management,” could there be an organized counterpart - an evil empire - organized on a global scale, poised to fight for control of each vortex?

If the phased array “death ray” were ever actually used in these locations the result might very well be perceived as the “burning sky.” The damage to the ionosphere would allow radiation from space and our own Sun to burn our skin, cause mutations and kill the vegetation. This was a known effect. And yet the system was being positioned quietly, secretly, all over the planet.

John and I tried to understand this. We had many different theories and schemes to explain what we had learned. But in the end it was the simple explanation that seemed to make the most sense. There was evil in the world and we had accidentally seen part of their plan for controlling the globe. We didn’t have a name for them, nor did we understand their motives or agenda. But they were as real as the “management”.

It seemed a far reach from the present world to one where the “evil” forces could exert their dominance on the rest of the world. We were enjoying a refreshing era of peace and prosperity in America. The military budget had been reduced with the end of the Cold War and the nation’s coffers had a huge surplus. There was little need for any New World Order.

I landed at Logan Airport in Boston on September 9, 2001. (9/11)

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About the Keys of Enoch

The Keys are, collectively, a CODE BOOK that explains how the Divine is extended and manifested through higher Thought-Forms that unfold throughout all realms of life. It should be pointed out that this text was not "channeled" but given to the author in direct face-to-face experience with two beings of Higher Superluminal Intelligence. Therefore, these Keys provide us with a great preparation, not only for the grand unification of the material realm, but for the ascension from the material and meta-material realms into the consciousness and spiritual realms of higher creation. Ultimately, the text seeks to help us with the complete transformation of our physical and mental skills and Quantum Mind experiences. In this, the mystery of what Christ referred to as "The House of Many Mansions" is no longer a mystery, but an active revelation of meaning in which we are active participants.
The Keys, thus, are a blueprint for the different levels of spiritual consciousness, and provides a "coding" for the understanding of these levels of reality through its intensive study. It challenges us to go beyond the ordinary three-dimensional thinking of our rational intellect, in order to accept it supra-rationally. More importantly, The Keys tell us that we are all experiential beings with free will. It is the acceptance and integration of our Higher Self with the spark of the Divine, in conjunction with the energy field which brings forth the knowledge of the true science of Life, that will enable each and all of us together to make the quantum leap.

THE MEN IN BLACK

Sunglasses at night
Black suits, black ties, no smiles
“I look good in this.”

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
While night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.

WHO ARE THE MEN IN BLACK AND ARE THEY REAL?

The 1997 movie Men in Black put a different spin on the Men in Black story: They were not aliens. They were human agents whose duty it was to monitor alien activity on Earth and in nearby galactic space. It was a clever “interpretation” of one of the most pervasive elements of UFOlogy.

Reportedly, the Men in Black usually travel in groups of two or three and they appear shortly after someone officially reports a UFO sighting or an abduction experience. (Not all UFO percipients of abductees are visited by the Men in Black, but many are.) In some cases, the Men in Black have shown up at someone’s door after they have had a UFO sighting, but before they have had an opportunity to report it to anyone. It was as though they knew everything that had gone on and wanted to stop the person from talking about it.

In 1947, the same year as Kenneth Arnold’s Washington state UFO sighting and the Roswell crash Harold Dahl cam forward with the first official account of a visit from the Men in Black. (Dahl was my ex husband’s cousin!) Dahl reported that he had witnessed a UFO discharging “metallic” substances into the ocean off the coast of Maury Island, Washington, and that the following morning he was visited by a stranger clad in a dark suit. This ominous-looking “person” hinted that Dahl and his family would be harmed if he continued to speak about what he had seen. Dahl’s story was eventually revealed to be an elaborate hoax, and yet conspiracy theorists embraced the story and charged a cover-up of the truth - which was, of course, that Dahl had been visited by he real Men in Black.

In September 1953, Albert Bender, the founder of the International Flying Saucer Bureau, claimed that he was visited by three men in dark suits after he confided a UFO theory to one of the people with whom he corresponded. This was the true beginning of the Men in Black legend and became known in UFOlogy as the “Bender Mystery.”

The Men in Black always wear black suits. Sometimes the suits are impeccably clean and pressed; other times the suits have been reported as dirty and wrinkled.

Sometimes they have a heavy accent; sometimes they use very formal language; sometimes they attempt to speak in a gangster dialect.

The Men in Black seem amazed by ordinary terrestrial objects like spoons or combs.

Some people who claimed to have been visited by the Men in Black reported being very frightened and said that the Men in Black threatened them with violence if they did not keep their mouth shut.

The Men in Black apparently cannot afford new cars, for they are always said to drive old black Cadillacs (occasionally some other models, like Lincolns or Buicks are mentioned) that were in quite good condition. (If they were government agents, wouldn’t they be driving Tauruses or Impalas?) Also, witnesses report that their vehicles seemed to be illuminated from within by an unearthly green light.

Some witnesses claim that the Men in Black wear heavy makeup and and lipstick and have weird facial features.

The legend goes on....

The Men in Black can disintegrate coins in the palms of their hands. They are impervious to cold and are often seen in below freezing weather wearing nothing but their black suits. And speaking of their suits, many report that they seem to be made of some weird shiny material that is unlike anything any of the witnesses had ever seen.

It is possible that the Men in Black can levitate. There are accounts of them being seen walking across sloppy, muddy fields and appearing at someone’s door without a speck of mud or dirt anywhere on them -- including their spotless, polished shoes.

Are the Men in Black actors hired by the government and instructed to behave in as odd a manner as possible as part of an ongoing disinformation campaign?

Or are they robots or androids from another planet whose job is to keep track of UFO activity on Earth?

Or are the Men in Black aliens themselves or even from another dimension?

We do not know the answers to these questions.

But there are many people today who believe that the Men in Black movies starring Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones are documentaries.
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Long ago when I lived in Seattle a Man in Black wearing a fedora hat and in an old black Cadillac was seen by a person on the side of the road. The Man in Black was leading a huge dog by a collar and chain out the side of the window. He went on by the person watching and shortly came back down the road without the dog. When the person walked up the road to see what happened to the dog he found it cut in half and the half cut in pieces, piled up along the side of the road!

That was only one case, there have been many.
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This article was taken from The Weird 100 by Stephen Spignesi

OUT OF THIS WORLD - POWER OF 50

LIFE ON MARS!


Alan Shepard sparked a generation of aspiring astronauts with the United States’ first manned space flight on May 5, 1961. That same month President John F. Kennedy stoked the space craze, announcing that an American would walk on the moon within the decade. Fifty years on, despite budget stress and competing priorities, it’s still clear that the giant leaps continue.

1. Voila! Earth’s first off-planet residence, the International Space Station, will be complete after 10 years of continuous habitation and construction. Our outer-space home base plans to welcome new arrivals until 2020, including a talking robot that will keep astronauts company and tweet updates back home.

2. After the space shuttle program ends this summer, privately built craft will soar into the same flight path; NASA has contracted with the firm SpaceX to use its Dragon spacecraft on supply runs to the space station.

3. Spaceport America will open in New Mexico by the end of the year, ushering in the era of recreational space travel. There, Virgin Galactic will continue test flights for its commercial shuttles. Soon passengers can venture on a 2.5-hour journey to the edge of outer space, 62 miles from terra firma. So far, about 410 people have plunked down deposits for $200,000 ticket.

4. In September, multiple unmanned probes will hitch a ride to the moon on a Delta 2 rocket. One will collect data on the moon’s atmosphere and clingy dust - information important for future manned missions there.

5. In March, NASA’s MESSENGER became the first spacecraft to go into orbit around Mercury, where it will continue its up-close study of the planet’s origins.

6. This fall, NASA’s appropriately named Curiosity rover will launch toward Mars to dig up data on the red planet’s deepest mystery: Has our closest neighbor ever been habitable?

7. Spacecraft Juno will begin its five-year cruise toward Jupiter in August. when it arrives, the probe will orbit the planet 32 times, measuring its composition, atmosphere and magnetosphere. The goal? Understanding how our solar system - and its largest planet - formed.

8. Here comes the sun! In February, NASA’s twin STEREO probes began beaming back images taken from opposite sides of our star, providing the first-ever 360-degree views. Observing the full sun will enable scientists to develop an alert system for events called coronal mass ejections, eruptions that interfere with Earth’s satellites and power grids.

9. The NASA Kepler space telescope’s search for planets outside our solar system found 1,235 new candidates. The five most intriguing are similar to Earth in size and temperature - in other words, possibly habitable.

10. What’s next? Eminent physicist Michio Kaku says the big space news of the coming 50 years will be confirming that we are not alone in the universe. “We’ll find planets with oceans, oxygen in the atmosphere, microbial life and maybe even intelligent life,” Kaku says. “Perhaps we’ll even be able to eavesdrop on their conversations.”

By Betsy Tower AARP Bulletin

LYN BUCHANAN - REMOTE VIEWER

ABDUCTION STORY

LYN BUCHANAN

In 2010 I met Lyn at the Aztec UFO Conference in Aztec, NM. He never related his abduction experience however. I find it very intriguing!

P. Urial

http://www.crviewer.com/

For something less than nine years Lyn Buchanan was a remote viewer in the U.S. Government's Project STARGATE, and, during that time, he was training military and government Remote Viewers.

Presently, he is executive director of Problems>Solutions>Innovations (for short PSI), originally a data analysis company, but after the CIA has in December of 1995, declassified information about remote viewing techniques, due to overwhelming demands for training and services, PSI now spends more than 90% of its time involved in special type of remote viewing works called Controlled Remote Viewing, or CRV.

A continuing public service which is sponsored solely by Lyn Buchanan himself, and which uses the volunteer services of other remote viewers and his own graduated students, is "The Assigned Witness Program", that performs free CRV services for police and other public-sponsored investigative agencies.

Mr. Buchanan is considered to be one of the best remote viewing trainers.

At age 12, he had experienced several events which could be only described as psychic. However, as he was growing up in East and Central Texas, which is often referred to as the "Bible Belt", such things were never admitted to happening to decent people. Throughout his childhood and adolescent years, this tendency of his, was not suppressed. They went largely ignored and/or hidden.

Finishing high school, he went into the U.S. Army and served for 3 years as a computer systems technician, after which, as a civilian, he worked for about 5 years for the IBM Corporation in El Paso, Texas. Realizing that a lack of education holds people back in such corporations, he returned to East Texas to attend college. During his college years, his special capabilities all but atrophied, except for occasional uncontrolled events, when some emergency, tragedy, or anger brought long-forgotten subconscious talents to the surface.

Having obtained a Master's degree at Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas, he taught foreign languages in rural East Texas junior and senior high schools for several years. After 12 years he left the military. He returned to the U.S. Army and became a linguist within the US Intelligence and Security Command. His first "second" languages being German and Spanish, he spent the first year of his enlistment studying Russian at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, California.

Afterwards he was stationed in Japan as a Russian linguist for four years, where he also gained a small proficiency in Japanese and Mongolian. For his last 12 years in service, he was the only Mongolian linguist in the US military.

From Japan he returned to the Defense Language Institute for another year to attend their intermediate Russian course and was then assigned to a 4 year stint at the US Intelligence Field Station in Augsburg, Germany. Here, due to his extensive ability with computers, he was mostly used as a systems designer and programmer for the uncountable number of US and foreign-manufactured mainframe and mini-computers.

It was in Augsburg that his psycho kinetic ability resurfaced one fateful day in an event, parts of which are still classified.

Shortly thereafter, Major General Albert Stubblebine, who was at that time Commander of the U.S. Intelligence and Security Command, decided to transfer him to the Washington, D.C. area, where he spent the last 9 years of his military service in a special assignment. There he studied the CRV protocols and methodologies which had been developed by Ingo Swan, Ph.D., the father of US remote viewing programs some years earlier. He quickly became proficient at using this technique.

After retirement from the U.S. Army in 1992, he settled down in Mechanicsville, Maryland, and began working as a computer consultant, mostly on governmental contracts. At the same time, he began building his own company, the PSI.

Among the other assignments it is known that he has been requested by the US government to search for Osama Bin Laden.

On 06.06.2000 Lyn Buchanan was interviewed by Jim Marrs, a renowned journalist and writer. For a long time sound files of this interview were available on Jim Marrs's site to anyone for free, as if Marrs and Buchanan wanted it's contents to become known to as many people as possible.

Then, one day, the files just disappeared.

What follows is an accurate description of this interview. Wording used is mostly those Lyn Buchanan has used himself.

FUNDED BY UFO

According to Lyn Buchanan, he was trained by the military to take his psychic abilities and his mind, and go out for controlled remote viewing, so he could view enemies, and other things that were going around.

When some of the remote viewers were sent out to look for things pretty conventional, like nuclear sites or atomic submarines, or something like that, they encountered things they had not expected.

One time, at one meeting, while Ingo Swan was tracking a submarine he just happened to mention that there was a UFO overhead.

Everyone around the table laughed, and Swan was told:

"OK, well, track it for us to tell us what it is doing",

and then they sent the word out about it with a request to have the radar readings.

They never got feedback on that.

The real purpose for that meeting was to see if they were going to get funded for another year. Immediately after their request got out they got funded.


FORGETTING

During his interview Lyn Buchanan said that the first exposure to things alien he had was probably about 20-25 years before he got into the unit. It was a personal abduction experience. He does not usually talk about that very much.

At that time he was a circuit riding preacher for a little Methodist church in east Texas.

One night he was getting ready to move out of the parsonage, they were moving to a new circuit of churches. His family had gone on and he was just there alone packing the last bit of stuff into the boxes. Suddenly, he had to lie down on the floor and he heard this thing coming down from the sky landing in the back of the house. He tried to get up to see what it was but he was frozen, he could not move. All he could think of was that a flying saucer had landed in the back yard.

He thought that he had proof because the weeds were high up there, as this was way-up in the middle of the country. He would take a picture tomorrow.

He heard some people, it sounded like, coming through the weeds up to the house.

The next thing he knew was that he was just walking through the house, and it was morning time. He could not figure where he was, or what he was doing. Finally he remembered that he was cleaning up and moving. So he entered the last bit of stuff into the truck.

That started about 20 years of a compulsion that he had of thinking:

"I have forgotten something."

He would leave the house and he would have to come back 8-10 times sometimes to check the lights, make sure he had locked the doors, because he knew that he had forgotten something.

One Sunday afternoon, when he was in the US Army Remote Viewing unit for about 5 years, he and his wife were going somewhere and he had gone back, and back, and back, checking, and checking, and checking. Finally his wife stood in the front of him and said:

"Well did you check the roof top? Did you check the back yard?"

The minute she said “Did you check the back yard ?” it all came flooding back to him, the whole abduction experience. It was just overpowering.

He had the benefit of having controlled remote viewing training, a large part of which is weeding-out thoughts and information. So he started running through the process of weeding-out false information of everything that he remembered. And there was quite bit of it.

ABDUCTION

What he finally did remember and came up with some fair proof that night back in east Texas, the people had come into the house, and had evidently, taken him into the ship.

The next thing he remembered was he was sitting there in a row of seats, and that the seats were empty to his right, and that there was a window over there.

To his left was this little old woman. He tried talking to her but she was like a zombie; she was scared to death.

Then this real tall guy came walking by and he was not human. He was at least 6.5 to 7 feet tall and just built like a muscle builder. As he came walking by Lyn said:

“Excuse me, may I sit by the window?”

He turned and looked at Lyn and fear came over his face. He turned and actually ran out of the room they were in.

Pretty soon he and two others like him came back and there was this little Gray that was in the front of them. They were actually sort-of hiding behind the Gray. They were grouped together. They were going to keep the Gray between them and Lyn because they were evidently just scared to death of him.

The Gray came up and started talking to him, and tried to put him back under but it did not work. So, finally the Gray said:

“Look, we have work to do”

He brought Lyn up front where they were working, where they could keep an eye on him so he could not get into trouble. He knelt down beside the Gray as he lifted the ship off (the ground) and they would set it down and this tall guy would go out, bring somebody else in and then he would lift-off, and set down somewhere else again. They would go out, bring some more people in.

Lyn was asking questions and the Gray was showing him how to control the control panel. He was basically answering every question Lyn ever had.

They took a long journey that lasted about 30 minutes and the Gray let Lyn try to handle the control board. Lyn has very large hands. When Lyn asked to try it, the Gray said:

“No, human hands are too small”,

At which Lyn lifted his hand to show him that he has large hands. The Gray and Lyn’s hands were the same size although the Gray was 3.5 feet tall. Finally the Gray let Buchanan fly the thing with very close supervision. It was like holding a kid in your lap and letting it steer the car.

They got where they were going and it was not Earth. It was a very dark place. It was day time because the sun was out and it was very warm, but it was very dark as in the middle of night. There were two other ships there.

The Gray let Lyn go back with the other people and they finally got out and formed the line along the path that went along the hillside. As they walked along a Gray came up and grabbed him out of the line and said:

“I have somebody you want to talk to”

and sat him down on the hillside. Lyn just sat there, played with grass and looked around. The grass was solid black which sort of surprised him. He still does not know why this stuck out so vividly in his mind.

The other people went on that pathway to the pavilion on top of the hill and there were screams, belly laughs. Just a mixture of the belly laughs and horrid screams the whole time they were up there.

Pretty soon another Gray came up and asked him to hold up his hand. When Lyn did the Gray placed his hand against Lyn’s and they had a long conversation.

It took Lyn the longest time to figure out after he had remembered all this, what they talked about, but basically the Gray said they needed pilots and offered him a job. On this Lyn said:

“Yes, but I will have to go back and get my family."

Gray said:

“No families, we are at war”

at that Lyn replied that without his family he won’t do it.

The Gray did not say with whom they were at war with.

After this the Gray went away: first the Gray, then the pilot, sat down beside him to wait for the other people come down from the hill. They talked for a while. Lyn remembers he wanted to ask him what was going on up there but he did not want to get involved in it. He was trying to ignore it as much as possible.

Instead he asked him what they were doing there and the Gray said that they were a small contingency of only three ships and that different units have different purposes. Their purpose was a medical one. What they were doing was they were abducting people. They come in contact with a lot of diseases as they go from planet to planet.

The Gray said that humans are, basically, antibody factories. So they were implanting their diseased tissues into humans and then picking them up again later on, and getting their antibody samples so they can create medicines and antidotes for their own people.

Lyn asked about the implants. The Gray answered, with a chuckle, that the implant is not the thing humans are finding, which is just a little tip off the instrument. He said that the implant is, actually, the piece of flesh around it. The actual cells of tissue that is right adjacent to that is what they have implanted.

From what Lyn has figured out later if they would take the tissue around those things they are calling implants they would, probably, find out that they have different DNA in it.

Meanwhile, people started piling back down from the hill and Lyn got back in line with them and the pilot got busy with his business. They were standing at the bottom of the ship waiting to go back in.

The Gray came over and pulled Lyn out of the line again and said that it will be a while so they stood there and talked. Lyn remembers asking him:

“Please let me remember all of this”

and the Gray replied:

“Well, you won't”.

The next thing he remembered was waking up, wandering around the house not knowing who he was or what he was doing, and it was the next day.

INVESTIGATION

When he remembered all this he went back to the unit and told them about the experience he had.

A person reported him back up to the chain of command. The following week he was at DIA on the seventh floor, going to see the director, and these two men in completely black suits, looking like Jehovah’s Witnesses without their Watch Towers were there.
He had worked with them before, so he knew who they were. They are professional interrogators.

They stepped out into the hallway and funneled him off into a conference room and started asking him about his experience.

There are always two of them and one sits over to the side while the other one interviews you.

The one that sits off to the side is quite often not a professional interrogator. Quite often he is a person from the unit who needs the interrogation done. He is a local expert. That was evidently the case. Lyn had thought immediately that they were checking to see if he had gone crazy.

They were not. They were extremely interested in the control panel and how it worked. One of the tricks they use is to ask the same question in about five different ways over a period of time to see if you trip yourself up. So the second time when he asked Lyn how to work the control panel, Lyn re-explained, but the guy over to his left side slapped his knee with his hand and said:

“So, that’s it”.

That guy is supposed to sit there and shut up so Lyn knew immediately that he was not a trained interrogator. This had to be some guy who had one of these things and did not know how to fly it.

The interrogator sitting in front of Lyn did not make any facial changes at all, but his ears got beet-red. Within like 10 seconds the interview was over and they were gone.

CONFIRMATION

Then later at work a buddy told him that maybe all this was not imagination.

Later on he was out on a special mission that they went on every now and then. Lyn was at the location and met a guy that he has known way years before in the military. They got to talking and after asking his friend what he is doing he was answered with question about what his clearance was. Lyn answered and his friend said:

“Oh well, we will just call in and get the permission for you to come in and see what I am doing”.

They called, checked-up his clearance, it was OK, and his friend took him into the facility where he worked. Here they had several debris-field type things, like those hangars where they sort out the plane crashes. Evidently what they had was that a fighter plane had collided with a UFO and they had the debris field reconstructed in there. All you could see was pieces of junk, scrap metal and all.

They were walking along and his friend was telling him about how they reconstruct the collision from this debris. His friend had not mentioned UFOs so far when he bumped into one of the control panels and Lyn blurred out:

“Oh, this is out of the UFO, isn’t it?”

All of a sudden a Colonel came rushing over and gave them the bums rush out of there and threatened Lyn with death or worse if he talked about it or revealed the location or anything like that.

For Lyn this was feed-back because he actually saw that one of the control panels was right there. So the US government has some of this equipment. In scrap form at least.

Many of the people in the Unit have had some kind of UFO experiences.

Lyn Buchanan retired from the Army after he had fully completed his term.



http://www.deepspace4.com/pages/ufo/abductionstory.htm

RAYMOND SHEARER

This was posted on my blog "UFO Experiences" on July 17, 2006.


RAYMOND SHEARER CONTACT WITH A UFO CREW

A young lawyer from Wisconsin had an incredible encounter with a UFO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seconds later, Shearer felt a slight tingling sensation over his entire body. "One of them with a funny looking instrument told me not to be alarmed," he continued. "They had to press something against my neck. He said it wouldn't hurt. He said it would help me be able to talk to them."

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

What occurred after the device was pressed against his neck?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did you tell him the time?

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

What did he mean by that?

He said time doesn't exist. His people have the ability to distort time as we know it by speeding it up, slowing it down, or stopping it. To do this, we have to remove the brainwashed ideas that we have about time from our minds. A little baby, or a child, does not have any concepts of time. A minute will seem like an hour to them. A day can seem as it is forever -- and it is. As we grow older, we become more conscious of our concept of time. We lose this innocence.

His people have been here many times, but we would never be able to visit them.

Why can't we visit them?

Our ideas of time would prevent it.

How fast do they travel?

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

To be continued

RAYMOND SHEARER, MADISON, WISCONSIN - FINAL

On my previous blog "UFO EXPERIENCES" I posted Raymond Shearer's contact case. I never read the comment after it so I decided to post it again. Some of you will remember it but the newer persons probably never heard of him before.

RAYMOND SHEARER - FINAL
What are you doing now?

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

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

Other data mentioned in the tapes includes:

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

His feelings of apprehension came from the unusual surroundings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When they are on a particular planet, such as Earth, they depend on an electromagnetic drive to power their craft. "I asked how this worked, but I didn't understand the answer," Shearer said. "It was confusing. But he did say that our people were getting close to perfecting a similar device." (That was over 35 years ago - we must have it by now!)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shearer asked for a momento of the meeting.

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

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

Immediately after his contact, attorney Shearer became obsessed with politics and considered running for political office. "Looking back, I would have liked to be in Congress," he said recently. "I still toy with the idea of running for a state office, then go on from there. I didn't do so in this past election. I am afraid they implanted something into my brain. I may be their agent, my program being to run for a political office."

How many policemen, judges, and lawmakers are now agents?: "That question keeps me awake at night," answered Raymond Shearer quietly. "There is unusual interest by UFOs in law enforcement officials."

"I know now that it was real," Raymond Shearer said convincingly. "I felt the metal on that ladder. These people are real because they squeezed me on the arm. I believe that someday, somewhere, we will meet again.
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* When I worked at the Boeing Airplane Company in Flight Test each airplane had a CD for their destination. They would insert it before taking off and it would automatically fly the plane to its destination. There was a CD for each place they wished to go.

In these old cases we see different aspects that we now have but back then it was like science fiction to the witness. We are progressing, however slow it might be in comparison.

posted by Aileen @ 8:02 AM
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At 1:45 PM, Anonymous ehcnald said…

Raymond,
I too have seen the inside of these ships. I have had and continue to have similar experiences. Can you elaborate more on the electromagnetic drive used when entering Earth's atmosphere? I was shown blueprints for a device, which I assumed was to be used based on a new structural determination of the atom. But, later when I remembered an equation on the prints referring to light [L2=em if (cv) (hv) (1/2mv2)=L2] and how to utilize the contained rest energy within the atom or its isotopes, I realized it was making references to their monopolar technology and our bipolar technology to indicate the difference in the light spectrum. The deficit I found in measure of Planck's constant and Balmer's analysis of hydrogen..which is 10 to the neg. 3 in multiple of .6256. In this, was defined how gravity and refraction are a result of the distortion of light within our electromagnetic grid on Earth caused by mass weights. In otherwords the force of electromagnetism (which we consider as major) is really an anomaly resultant of a counterclockwise 45 degree shift in the angle of that linear to the convex. Earth's spin in lieu of the wobble, does not meet the criteria for a perpendicular crossing of the vertical nature of the speed of hydrogen from the sun, as it should breach Earth's convex and permeable membrane. This allows other anomalies to come forward, which at the atomic level and in subatomic spaces is the degree of radiations effects from isotopic formation, humanity's disease, and distortion of light within our measure of spectrum. Our understanding at this time maintains four forces, but there are only two; the electro-weak and magnetic-strong. A unification arises of these two forces when they occur in a simultaneity...a static evolution and radiation of the true light as energy is equal to the mass. The degree in deficit arises out of our current elucidation of the atom, the technology derived from that and electricities synergism to the magnetic component of the unified field. When these two forces are in sync or occur with simultaneity, then the monopolar technology of which their propulsion is based shall become apparent to us all.
And when you speak of their use of gravity is it that they also use its repelling factor or opposition which is refraction to exit our atmosphere? We believe gravity is always attracting......but its repelling force is in refraction, a universal characteristic but not a property of light. Earth's angular momentum does not align 90 degrees perpendicular to the light of the sun's vertical velocity....which is the catalyst for their propulsion system. The 45 degree angle at which they leave our atmosphere is based on the electromagnetic spectrum which is within our measure visible to the eye 500 angstrom short. In otherwords, the green band is measured at 5400 A, but in actuality of the true light or that in degree of a vertical velocity to equal the angular momentum should be in measure for our eye to see what is there 5900 angstrom. Once out of our atmosphere they move at higher speeds due in fact to the magnetic monopole (a device at the center of the craft) that powers their craft using light of the sun and elemental constituents of other planets. Earth is the only planet also considered a magnetic monopole, due to the iron core. But as her ballast is now mislaid, probably due to comet impact in the past, she suffers a ferric domain which holds her at this current tilt with 160 year overlay in the grid pattern for light's influence. Within that time frame is set the contained rest at the atomic level or Planck's measure hv. At level of the macro-cosm we define it as the rate of precession, or numerically 25,920 years. Within context of their world and their mechanism for flight they use water for fuel, an H402 molecule magnetically extracting hydrogen as catalyst to set nuclear magnetic resonant speeds generated and contained within the magnetic monopole. Our H20 molecule also defines this anomaly or degree in deficit suffered on Earth. (It's spectrum displayed in 1/2 arc of the rainbow through water in our atmosphere.
I was able to view the fuel system within the craft using the evaporative and viscous nature of the water. I observed its physical and mechanical relation to this magnetic monopole. It is the cold fusion we seek.
The strange thing was having been a nurse, how their analogy of this used human physiology and the iron in our blood. It suffers the same ill effects. I guess this was to make this stick in my mind. It also made me realize what is the cause for all disease.
So they knew it would be to an advantage in using those terms.
You will and should already have recalled more of what you saw or had downloaded into your mind. Your thoughts and silent questions asked of yourself can bring it forward in time and we should speak of these things.
In this craft on a computer screen of sorts, I saw a triangle of green light radiating. Within it moving right to left along the base were Hebrew letters. They moved so rapidly almost to be a blur, yet as they moved I heard many words in my head and will quote these few, though I remember much more..."your thoughts are from the computer which has recorded all of time.......your DNA the microchip links us and will allow the information we share to unwind"......
I sense our evolution should be without time. If on our clock we set 30 degrees as each hour, and 12 marks of these in time to be 24 hours, then the 30 degree mark should be 2,000 year increments and 24,000 solar years to equate 360 degrees. At these points or positions on the periphery all will be equidistant from the center or zero point and time as we have known it will no longer exist. For simultaneity of these events to occur the one degree mark must equate to 66.6, as apposed to a 72 year mark. The shadow of disequilibrium arises at 5.4 year overlay at 1 degree and 30 degrees of 2,160 years overlays 160 years based on the 25,920 solar year. It is this measure for which they utilize the electromagnetic drive to enter into our 4th dimension or timeframe.
I should like to hear from you in regard to that which was downloaded at the end of your experience on this craft. All I know is that what was stimulated in me at which time I saw the inside of this craft and its propulsion system must have something to do with the information given you. We can build it. Then they should come.

CHAINS OF LIGHTS

A GERMAN TRADITION - AN EASTER EGG TREE THAT IS DECORATED YEAR TO YEAR
Sent in by Laura Cyr.




Unknown Chain Of Lights And Possible Triangular UFO Filmed At Witnesses Property In North Of Markham Ontario (Featured Photos)
from HBCC UFO Research by Brian
Date: April 2, 2011
Time: Approx: 6:30 a.m.

Brian Vike’s Note: I would like to point out that these two chain’s of lights were seen by the witnesses, also what is important is that there has been numerous sightings filed to me which were seen all around this area in Ontario. If you look in-between the two chain of lights, there appears to be something that “might” be a triangular craft of some type. I do not know for sure, but I thought I should point this out as well.

Hello, my name is (name removed). It was on April 2, 2011 at about 6:30am and I was just sitting at my computer, when some thing catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.

It was two strings of very bright lights flashing, kind of like Christmas lights that run. I grabbed my camera and snapped two photos. I zoomed in so they blurred some what.

I quickly ran down stairs to go out side, in hopes of getting a better shot, but they were fading away by then. I have them posted on my Facebook. My husband has lived here 20 years and never seen any thing like them. There is a town in the same direction, but I looked for the next 2 days and saw nothing that even looked like that.

I see something in one of the photos and my husband saw the same thing, a few friends saw the same thing, see if you see it?

Additional Information:

Hi Brian, we are north of Markham, Ontario, near Richmond Hill. If the ground wasn’t so wet, we would ride our ATV over and see if we could find anything? I also heard nothing? PS: Trying to resend photos. Thanks.

Thank You.

If you have seen anything like this in the same area please be kind enough to contact Brian Vike at: sighting@telus.net with the details of your sighting. All personal information is kept confidential.

Sightings.com website: http://www.sightings.com/