THREE CONTACT CASES

Location Rostov-on-Don Russia
January 1990
Time:  Night

A 40-year old woman named Larissa Galushko awoke in the middle of the night and saw a semi-transparent humanoid silhouette suddenly condensing in mid-air in front of her eyes.  She looked closely and saw a man-like figure.  Frightened she asked, "Who are you?"  In response the man ordered in a booming voice, "Give me your hand."  She obeyed the order and slowly as if in a trance she stretched her right hand towards the stranger.  The man touched her right palm gently, carefully and then melted away into thin air.  Larissa felt the man's hands and they felt dense.

Several days later the transparent alien came back.  He stood for a long time near the head of Larissa's bed.  He stared at her silently.  She felt awestruck as she watched the figure again dissolve into thin air.  From that moment on his visits became regular; he was now visiting Larissa at least 2 - 3 times per month. 


At one time another alien accompanied the first one, standing next to him shoulder to shoulder.  The new visitor (alien) was dressed in a white loose-fitting garment.  His head was either totally clean-shaven or completely hairless.  He had Hindu features and was also semi-transparent.  Larissa began to cry, pleading with the aliens to leave and to leave her alone.  She asked who they were and why were they visiting her at night.  The hairless "Hindu" in the white loose garment said, "We love you."  Slightly taken aback Larissa said, "Where are you from?"  The alien said, "From a parallel world, Planet Trion."  That having been said both aliens then vanished.  After this contact the strangers visited Larissa 5 to 6 more times, but they did not speak anymore.  They usually just stood near her ottoman and stared at her  They totally ignored her requests to leave her alone.  Their last visit was around August 1990.


Source:  Alexey K. Priyma, "Unknown Worlds" Moscow 1996


Location:  Toquila Valley, Colombia
Dare: January 9 1990
Time: Late night


Deontologist, Ivan Naranjo, and two passengers were traversing a lonely valley when their vehicle, a Nissan jeep, began to experience engine trouble.  The vehicle soon ground to a halt by the roadside as its electrical system went dead  Stranded in the middle of the Andean foothills, Naranjo was doing his best to get the vehicle in motion again when one of the passengers gasped involuntarily at what was taking place in the night sky.  In the horizon, headed their way, was an amazing interplay of red, green and yellow lights, which did not correspond to any atmospheric phenomenon, they could identify.  They watched in sheer astonishment as the array of colors lit the sky and grew closer, increasing in size as it closed the intervening distance.


Within seconds, a huge disc-shaped device, was hovering unsteadily in the blackness over their heads.  The object was out of control, and to their horror, about to crash land right on top of them.  Naranjo and his passengers found themselves paralyzed by what he characterized as "muscular sluggishness."  Then suddenly out of nowhere, another massive disc-shaped craft appeared.  Gliding into a space immediately above the dangerously wobbling craft, it fired a dense beam of white light at the vessel, stabilizing its erratic motion immediately.  (That is similar to the Maury Island case in Washington state.)


The surreal event became even more so as two humanoids emerged from the larger craft to ostensibly perform repairs on the now stabilized saucer.  Soon the repaired saucer began spinning furiously on its axis, vanishing in a thick fog.  The "rescue" ship vanished amid a powerful whirlwind that stripped earth, rocks, and dust from the surface below.


Exhausted by the ordeal, the shocked witnesses spent a night of fitful sleep in the wilderness.  In the morning they were stunned to see a landscape that gave the appearance of having been blasted by divine fire ; water ponds adjacent to the highway had been turned into grim puddles of mud, and the carcasses of small desert rats and lizards littered the landscape, roasted by some form of radiation.  One of the passengers would later die of an unknown malady, possible related to the strange energies released by the alien vehicles over the valley.


Source: Scott Corrales, UFO Files #1

Location:  Odessa, Ukraine
Date: January 14, 1990
Time:  Night

Gennadiy Kosushenko was watching news on television when suddenly everything in the room seemed to slowly dissolve away in plain sight, cupboards, couch, etc.  Frightened he tried to grab the back of a slowly vanishing chair but his hands seemed to go right through it.  A milky fog then enveloped his whole body.  Soon a male entity appeared amidst the fog, standing only a couple of steps from the witness.  The man was quite normal in appearance, nothing special.  He appeared to have been about 40 years of age.  He looked at the witness smiling.  Inexplicably the witness became calm and was no longer frightened.  He felt a strange tranquility inside him.  The alien man began speaking directly into the Kosuchenko's mind, he could hear the voice but could not see the stranger's lips moving.

The "alien" told the witness that he constantly controlled his behavior and then said, "We are your brothers and you are not a real resident of earth, but an agent for an extraterrestrial civilization."  The alien then added, "How do you feel in that unsuitable terrestrial body?"  The witness answered that he felt fine that everything was normal.  At that, the alien man vanished and the milky fog surrounding the witness slowly melted away.  The room had now returned to normal.

Source:  Alexey K. Priyma
XX Century Chronicles of the Unexplained Moscow 1999
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The above cases courtesy Humanoid Sighting Reports, Albert Rosales

ANIMALS COMMIT SUICIDE

Bridge draws dogs to jump to death

BY TOD ROBBERSON
The Dallas Morning News

MILTON, Scotland - (KRT) - Donna Cooper still has no idea why her normally obedient border collie, Ben, leaped to his death this spring off a tall rural bridge in Milton without any warning or apparent rationale. "Ben's feet never touched the wall," she said, referring to the waist-high, 18-inch-thick barrier that has been hurdled - inexplicably and with a near certainty of death - by scores of dogs during the past three decades. "He just went straight over."

Maybe it's the whistle of the wind from distant Loch Lomond, or the fabled "white lady" who is said to haunt an adjacent mansion or the rustle of tree branches next to a nearby waterfall.
Nobody knows for sure, but something strange is causing dogs to jump off the Overtoun Estate bridge, west of Glasgow, at an alarming rate. Most are killed by the 60-foot fall or are so severely injured that veterinarians must put them to sleep. Others have survived, only to come back and try again.

The mystery has prompted investigations by an animal behaviorist and the Scottish Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Even a group of paranormal researchers visited recently. None has found a plausible explanation.

"Dogs don't commit suicide. People do," said Joyce Stuart, a professional animal behaviorist with 16 years of experience. "Dogs are survivors, born survivors. Everything dogs do is for a reason. ... They're not stupid like we are."

So why, she asks, have dogs been leaping off the bridge at rates reportedly as high as one per month during the past 20 or 30 years?

The bridge itself provides precious few clues. Built in the 1890s, the one-lane span arches over a leafy ravine and waterfall. Several semicircular alcoves jut outward from the walls at 20-foot intervals.

An athletic dog might be tempted to jump onto the wall to view surrounding woodlands. Cooper said she thinks maybe Ben was searching for her toddler daughter, who was hiding in one of the alcoves at the time.

The bridge lies within the grounds of the 85-acre Overtoun Estate. The name has been traced back to the 14th century in reference to a large tract of pastureland near Loch Lomond.

Built in the 1860s by industrialist James White, the mansion fell into disrepair during the Depression. For 22 years, it was a maternity hospital. Then it was occupied by a succession of Christian missionary groups.

Bob Hill, a Christian missionary from Fort Worth, Texas, is renovating the mansion to provide a retreat for inner-city youth. He said at least three frantic dog owners have knocked on his door asking for help after their dogs jumped off the bridge. Nevertheless, he contends that such incidents are being exaggerated by the news media.

Hill thinks the dogs are distracted by the waterfall or by the many gray squirrels that frolic along the bridge. His own two dogs have never been tempted to jump, he said.

As proprietor of the estate, Hill said he has become acutely aware of the international attention surrounding his bridge.

"I got a call from a friend of mine in Alabama a while back," Hill recalled. "He said: 'Bob, you're not going to believe this. You've got dogs jumping off your bridge committing suicide.' " He smiled broadly, then frowned as he noticed that none of the other investigators appreciated his attempt at humor.

Stuart ignored his remarks, continuing to peer into the abyss below in search of an answer.
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SCIENTISTS SAY ANIMAL LORE IS NOT ABOUT ANGST
Just as animal behaviorists reject the notion that dogs would commit suicide, they also discount the suicide myths surrounding whale beachings or lemmings plunging enmasse off a cliff.Whale beaching, experts say, could be explained by the tendency of some whales to travel in groups and follow their pod leader. If the leader becomes ill and disoriented, he could become beached at low tide. Other whales following him would suffer a similar fate.

Marine biologists also suggest that whales can become disoriented by sonar from military vessels. The theory arose in 2000 when seven whales beached themselves in the Bahamas immediately after the U.S. Navy had conducted a sonar operation in the area.

Similarly, experts dismiss the "lemming suicide plunge" as pure fiction created by none other than Walt Disney in a 1958 film, "White Wilderness." The lemmings' "cliff death-plunge" was created by placing the rodents atop a snow-covered, spinning turntable. The centrifugal force pushed the lemmings toward the edge of an artificial cliff, making them appear to jump.

"It's easy to understand why the filmmakers did this," wrote Dr. Karl Kruszelnicki, a scientist and commentator for the Australian Broadcasting Corp. "Wild animals are notoriously uncooperative, and a migration of doom followed by a cliff-of-death sequence is far more dramatic to show" than the lemmings' relatively boring - but real - migration pattern.
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450 Sheep Jump to Their Deaths in Turkey

Turkish Shepherds Stunned As 450 Sheep Jump to Their Deaths
The Associated Press Jul. 9, 2005 - First one sheep jumped to its death. Then stunned Turkish shepherds, who had left the herd to graze while they had breakfast, watched as nearly 1,500 others followed, each leaping off the same cliff, Turkish media reported.

In the end, 450 dead animals lay on top of one another in a billowy white pile, the Aksam newspaper said. Those who jumped later were saved as the pile got higher and the fall more cushioned, Aksam reported.

Nevzat Bayhan, a member of one of 26 families whose sheep were grazing together in the herd, was quoted as saying by Aksam.







The estimated loss to families in the town of Gevas, located in Van province in eastern Turkey, tops $100,000, a significant amount of money in a country where average GDP per head is around $2,700.

"Every family had an average of 20 sheep," Aksam quoted another villager, Abdullah Hazar as saying. "But now only a few families have sheep left. It's going to be hard for us."
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ONCE AND FUTURE ME

 

 

ONCE AND FUTURE ME

By: David E. Caywood

Having focused so much on just keeping my course and looking out for the dangers of the forest, I had forgotten the reason I had hiked so many miles to get to the inlet. I guess I came here to find out why I came here. Feeling somewhat foolish, I sat down on a large rock that jutted from the ground like a tabletop, and began to re-examine my real purpose for enduring such a dangerous journey. I didn't have long to wait for the answer. What happened next altered whatever sense of shared reality I ever had with the rest of the world, and pushed my boundaries to the edge of the unimaginable.

Off in the distance, hovering over the open fields and flatland marshes, two small silver discs caught my eye. Jumping off the rock, I swung around and stood in full view of the objects. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, while needle-like chills crawled up my back.

Where can I hide, my panicked mind raced. Looking back over my shoulder, the forest loomed in the distance. The deepening shadows and thick moss of the pines seemed foreboding. The two silver discs were now zigzagging across the fields in close formation. They were closing in. In near panic, I managed to reason that I would probably get lost for good if I ran blindly into the woods looking for cover. With few choices at hand, I hurriedly ducked behind the rock, curling my body into the smallest ball I could manage. Although I didn't know for sure what these silver discs were up to, it was highly unlikely its occupants were just out on a sightseeing tour of the Alaskan wilderness. Fat chance! This wasn't the first time I had been confronted with flying discs! If I was their target, there would be no way of getting out of it. I knew in my heart that "they" were coming for me--again!

Oh no! What have I done? I thought, berating myself for being here alone, miles from home. My options didn't look good. I was afraid to go back the way I came, and I certainly couldn't jump headlong into the frigid Arctic sea. My only other choice was to charge into the open field and try to outrun them. But that would only make it easier for them. C'mon David, think! I cursed my gullible stupidity for having come here in the first place. I had lied to Aunt Robbie, who thought Dad knew where I was. He and my uncle wouldn't be back for hours, maybe not even until tomorrow. No one would even bother to look for me until it was.too late.

Then in that awful instant of morbid anxiety, something remarkable happened. A shifting took place inside my fever-pitched mind. Like a cool wash cloth to the forehead, my panic broke. I stood up straight and walked out from behind the rock. This shift from within was not done through a new sense of bravery. It was more like I had been given access to the vault of courage that only the soul knows about and keeps locked away. Bravery, it is said, is not the absence of fear. Rather, it is feeling those fears and then standing up to them. Leaving the illusionary safety of the rock, I walked slowly toward the two pancake-shaped discs, now hanging silently about thirty feet off the ground and not more than a hundred yards away. My legs were wet spaghetti, but I knew that I would not run--not this time. I stood my ground and faced them.

Like silent lightning, a brilliant blue beam shot out from the underside of one of the discs, forming a shaft of swirling light. Any perceived bravery I had mustered quickly took leave. Now I really wanted to hide. But they had obviously seen me. My senses went to overload; not a good place to be while facing a perceived life-threatening situation. Move! Get out of here! my mind shouted. But, as usual, it was too late. I watched helplessly as a white formless mass descended from the tubular beam of blue light and began to take the shape of a human figure. A tall human-appearing man walked out of the beam and into the sunlight, as casually as one might step out of their front door.

My rooted feet began to sway. I could not yet see the man's face with complete clarity; however, he appeared to have two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth, just like a regular person. He also wore hiking boots on his two normal-looking feet.

"Please don't run. Don't be afraid of me, David", the man spoke. How the heck does he know my name? I wondered.

"I won't hurt you. No one going to hurt you, especially me." The man continued to walk a little closer, stopping every few feet, careful to check his progress toward me. Don't be frightened, he repeated. He now seemed as unsure of me as I was of him. He came within speaking distance, even as I felt my knees begin to buckle. "I know that you must be very frightened. I can see it on your face, and I can feel it in my heart. But you are in no danger! You are among friends."

What should I make of this man? If indeed he were human, how was it that he could talk without moving his lips? Still more suspicious, how was I able to hear him? Keeping his distance so as to not push me further into panic, he pointed to his forehead and then to mine. As hard as I tried, I could not hear anything but the salty wind whistling in my ears and his voice inside my head. It was as though he were speaking in my own voice, but using his words and inflections. "You want to know how this is possible, don't you?" the man continued. It might make it easier to explain if you would allow me to come closer. I was dumbstruck. How did he know so much about me?

The man moved cautiously but deliberately over to the rock. You will come to see that I know everything there is to know about you, and even some things of which you are not yet aware. Keeping his bright blue eyes fixed on mine, he readjusted the backpack cinched over his shoulders. A brown and green flannel shirt was neatly tucked into his faded blue Levis. His blond hair and fair skin seemed strangely familiar, and his smile, under a bushy red mustache, made me think that I must somehow know him. But how could that be? I had never seen this strangely recognizable man before, especially a man who came down in a blue beam from a flying disc! Sitting down on the rock with his hands on his knees, the strange man leaned back, looking up at the sky. I had forgotten how beautiful it was here, he said, inhaling deeply. It was as though he were trying to breathe in the very sunshine and sky itself. Holding his breath for a long moment, he then quietly exhaled, returning his attention to me. I could only stare, mesmerized by this person who had so casually materialized out of thin air. It's not to say that I fully trusted him; yet I felt that we knew each other completely. He could have easily passed for my older brother, or even my father. This was so overwhelming. Yet for all I knew, this man could be one of those "creatures" disguising itself and making me think it was human. Perhaps this was some kind of a new rouse to lure me in and then nab me. If it was, it had worked.
Using our minds again, the man spoke clearly and telepathically. Yes, David, you should be careful. There will be many people and many situations that will not be in truth, and will not look out for your best interests. You will come to decide that on your own. I wish I could save you from all the mistakes and the pain that I've gone through. But doing that would mean not being who I am, and who you will become. All things at the appropriate time and place.

Just who was this guy anyway? And how did he know who I would become? How did he even know my name? His ability to "know me" was almost as amazing as his ability to materialize and be sitting on this rock. To this point, I had never been called by name by any of my abductors before.

I know your name, because I was there when your mother gave it to you. And I have no intention of kidnapping you. In fact, I have come to free you and to give you something valuable. It is a rare gift; only a few others have been given this opportunity. The man held me in his thoughts with an immense sense of compassion and understanding. I felt what he felt, and thought what he thought. I experienced these exchanges as whole ideas and emotions, with no room for misunderstanding.

The man continued: If you still don't trust me, then listen to your heart and your feelings. Your feelings will never lie to you the way words can and often do. Perhaps knowing who I am will make it easier for you to trust me. We know each other completely, David, and I sense that you understand this.

"I do understand," I said. And at that moment, the realization struck. This man was me! "But how can we be the same person?" I asked him. My mind was spinning, yet from somewhere deep within, I knew that what he said was true. Imagine, there I was looking into my own eyes, perhaps twenty-five years in the future, my future. Those eyes held more life experience and wisdom then I could have ever imagined possible. I was fourteen and forty at the same time. It was incredible. "Why are you here?" I finally questioned him. Then, with a flash of insight, I blurted out, "Oh! It's you! You're the one who has been calling me to this inlet!"

Yes, David, we have been calling to each other. I have looked for a way to help you all my life. He paused before continuing, as though checking to make sure I understood what he was saying. Your pain and loneliness are mine, just as our thoughts are one and the same. I heard you calling out to know who you were, questioning God for the answers. God always hears and answers your prayers.

God knows your pain, as do I. That is why we are here at last. You question if this is really happening, and I say to you that it is. You are not asleep or dreaming, any more than I am. How could I not come to you; to reach you and tell you not to give up? I have come to give you hope, so that you will remember me and know that you will make it through those times when things seem hopeless. I was there, David, every time you cried yourself to sleep, every time you came home from school with tears in your eyes because you were rejected by those who did not understand you.There were those who were afraid of you because you spoke your truth and were different in ways even you could not explain. I am here because you will speak your truth again. There will be those who will misunderstand because you will not behave as they would have you behave. But you must never give up. I am with you always and you are with God and his protectors.

As he spoke, I felt every word. "But how do I know that you are telling me the truth?" I asked him. Close your eyes, he gently commanded. The man put my hand in his, our palms touching, our fingers locked. Suddenly, I began to experience everything that had ever happened to me, starting from before I was born; to remember who I was, and why I chose this life and this time in Earth's history. Out of all the worlds and all the lives from which to choose, I experienced again my choice to be born into this world. It was an astonishing revelation to have the knowledge of those choices, and the fact that we even choose them in the first place. Then beginning with my present birth, I lived every joy, encountered every revelation, every thought and deed I would ever do. I experienced every injury and hurt; every sadness that I would ever know or cause. Sadly, these hurtful experiences would mostly occur during times when I forgot why I was here, and who I chose to be in this lifetime. This part was devastating.

It was more than just pictures in my head. These images were real. I experienced the full range of emotions, with the actual sights and sounds. Much of what I was seeing was wondrous, even mysterious. I lived and loved, experiencing people, places and things I could not yet know or explain. Then, as if put together with symbolic pictures, I saw nine people with whom I would one day share everything about myself. These individuals were those whom I would love completely and who would love me unconditionally in return. Together, if called upon, we would even find the courage to share with the entire world the truth of our lives in order to make real the knowledge that there is really only one of us. Of the nine people that were shown to me, there appeared a woman who spoke these words: Indeed. we have, we will, we are. You will know me when you see me. Together, we will teach others that which we know. I was to meet Landi many years later. Alongside this woman, a man whom I loved more than myself stepped into view and spoke: You and I will experience the oneness of all things. We will help each other remember who we chose to be.

This man's name was Keith. Together, these souls showed me that the remembrance of "self" as the key to self-awareness and self-enlightenment, will be spread around the world at the speed of light, changing the world more in one day than in all the eons since. On that incredible and beautiful day in the Alaskan wilderness, I held the hand of the man I was to become, while in my mind's eye, I saw and listened as I was given truths about my life and events which would happen in the future. Some of those events have come to pass; others yet remain to be realized. That day, surrounded by these beings, I saw that I was being guided. I felt protected and loved, and I knew that my encounters with beings from The Other Sky would continue for the rest of my life.This whole experience seemed to last for hours, yet when I opened my eyes after the man let go of my hand, only a fraction of a second had passed. The sun and the shadows had not moved. Neither had we. My understanding of what had been shown to me was complete, as if someone had clicked on a light in a darkened room.

Then I was back, sitting on the rock alone. The man who had sat beside me just moments before was now walking toward the hovering discs. Turning, he motioned for me to follow, and I ran happily toward him. Before I knew it, we were somehow inside one of the discs, skimming across the marsh and forest to the very spot where I began my journey that morning.

Before letting me off the craft, the man told me that there were two other beings that he wanted me to meet. He stated these two beings had a very profound influence on his life, and later would have the same influence on mine.

Immediately, two radiant entities, a man and woman, entered through a doorway that only moments before had not been there. They were both extremely tall, their bodies physically fit and well-proportioned in their form-fitting blue jumpsuits. Shoulder length, whitish-blond hair framed their liquid sky-blue eyes. They looked at me lovingly. As amazing as their presence was in this remarkable place, their warm and inviting smiles were somehow strangely familiar; so familiar that any remnants of apprehension disappeared. I felt "at home."

The two beings telepathically conveyed that we were once a family; saying that they would be with me again, keeping watch and checking on me from time to time. They radiated such immense love and admiration for me that I could not help but feel the same in return. "What are your names?" I asked them.

Maatee and Orienwendt, they answered. The two beings vowed that I would remember this meeting sometime in the future, but for now, it was destined that much of what happened this day would be forgotten. This forgetting will enable you to live life as normal as possible while on Earth, they informed me. We love you, David.

Before I could ask any more questions, I found myself standing at the entrance to the forest, looking for the two discs with the deepest sense of longing and home sickness that I have ever known. I even ventured a short distance back into the woods searching the sky for them. But there was no trace that they had ever been there, let alone that I had been with them. The man, the two beautiful beings, and the silver discs were gone.

If anyone had asked me at that moment who I was, or even where I was, I wouldn't have had an answer. I had reached far into the mysterious realms of The Other Sky, trying to absorb the impact of meeting myself. Even now, I do not have an explanation for this amazing encounter. I have only the memories of the experience.

Before leaving California that summer to visit my father in Alaska, my grandmother, with whom I had always been very close, gave me a journal. "You are old enough to begin keeping a journal. Take this with you," she insisted. I wrote every day of that entire miraculous summer as she suggested, and have kept a journal ever since. That first journal included this experience with the two silver discs.

While writing about this encounter to include here, so many more memories and details have come back to me. I have been rejoined with these memories that were temporarily erased at age fourteen, since I have now become the very man I encountered that mysterious day on the inlet. As I write, I notice that my calendar says it is August 3, 2000. Is it more than coincidence that upon opening my old and page-worn journal, I find the original entry was also dated August 3rd, exactly twenty-three years ago to the day? This is clearly no coincidence.

It is important for me to note that my beloved grandmother, who gave me the journal and told me to write, passed away the day after this was written, August 4, 2000. Some months before she died, she wanted to make certain that I knew of her encounters, seeing that I was writing a book on the subject. She asked If I would remember for her those experiences she herself had with the flying discs. I've included part of our conversation with her. At her house in Riverside, California, my grandmother privately revealed to Keith and me that she too had encountered the silver discs on Catalina Island when she was a teenager. She spoke of the very same "blue beam" coming down from the bottom of the craft to where she was standing, and how they helped her to "fly through the air" without any effort on her part. To my astonishment, she described the very same craft that I had seen as a teenager and, in fact, throughout my entire life. She stated that she had never told anyone about her experiences until now, and that she wanted me to know that I wasn't crazy or imagining these things. "These things are real, as real as my love for you, David," Grandma had said.

Now that my grandmother has passed from this world, her remembrance is total. I celebrate her memory, courage, and strength, all the while knowing that my total remembrance has really only begun. Thank you Grandma for being you. I will remember for the both of us. God speed home.

My experience in meeting my future self that day on the inlet has caused me to wonder that if we are a civilization in possession of a greater working knowledge of dimensional physics and quantum gravity, then why shouldn't we be able to traverse three-dimensional space as well as the fourth dimension of time? From my perspective, science is only scratching the surface of what is possible. That summer of 1977 had indeed changed the once and future me.
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Sent in by Ed Komarek from Shirley McLaine's web site

TWO VISITORS FROM A WORLD OF SOMEWHERE ELSE

by Sarah Estep FATE Magazine 

My experience with other dimensions goes back to the early age of three or four. Obviously, at that age, I knew nothing about different realities, but frequently I would have unusual waking experiences, in that everything would look strange when I opened my eyes.

All the furniture, the room, the hall were more real. There was added depth to each. I enjoyed this; it gave me a tingly kind of feeling, and after a minute or two, things would revert to normal. Since I thought everyone experienced this sort of thing, I never mentioned it. Forty years later in a book about psychic phenomena, I read a brief reference to it. The author called it "binocular vision," and said it was as if the person were looking through the wrong end of a pair of binoculars. This is an apt description. I know in the field of ophthalmology there is the same term, but that has nothing to do with my experiences.

Two Strange Men

One night when I was about five, these experiences became terrifying. Opening my eyes, I saw to my right two men standing in front of my bedroom dresser, their backs to me. My mother always kept my bedroom door open to the hall, with a light burning, so I could see them clearly. The men looked normal except for the way they were dressed. Both of them had on knee breeches, long-sleeved shirts, and vests, and one had a polka-dotted bandanna tied around his head. They seemed unaware of me but they were fascinated with the objects on my dresser, picking up one thing after another and examining it closely. I screamed.

My parents both came running in as I sobbingly told them there were two men in my room. They assured me it was my imagination; I'd had a bad dream. In the bright light, I had to admit the men were not there. Giving me a kiss and pat, they returned to bed.

Almost immediately, the two men returned. Now they seemed aware of me and came and stood silently beside my bed, looking down at me. I pretended to be asleep but looked at them through barely opened eyes. After a moment, they went back to the dresser, murmuring softly to each other. A small box of pennies was shaken and once more I screamed.

My parents returned, and still crying, I told them the men had come back. I begged them to look in my closet and under my bed, which they did. There was no one there. Continuing to sob, I said I knew they were here somewhere, so my mother said she would sleep with me. As soon as she fell asleep, the men returned. Again, they stood beside me, looking down at my mother and me. Although terrified, I pretended to be asleep.

Why didn't I awaken my mother to see these two strangers standing a foot away? I knew she'd not be able to see them.

In a few minutes, the men left and went downstairs. I could hear them walking around. One of them began playing loud crashing chords on the piano. The other picked up a favorite toy. It was a bird on a stick, and as you whirled it around in the air, it made a whistling sound.

Why didn't I awaken my mother to hear these noises? I knew she would not be able to hear them.

Morning came and my parents and I began to dress for the day. While doing this, I heard the chimes on the front door. Going to my bedroom window, I saw the two men walk down the front steps, turn to the left on the sidewalk, and continue walking until they were out of sight.

The Men Come Calling

My mother and father, hearing the chimes, went to the top of the stairs. Mary, a girl in her 20s, was living with us at the time while going to secretarial school. She slept in another part of the house and was unaware of what had happened during the night. One of Mary's chores was to get breakfast for us each morning. Mother called down the stairs and asked who was at the door. Mary, who appeared in shock, replied, "When the chimes sounded, I opened the door and there were two of the strangest looking men I've ever seen, so I slammed the door on them."

Both parents looked at me as if perhaps seeing me for the first time. Nothing further was ever said, but I know now that this was something so far out of their normal reality they didn't want to examine it further.

Unlike the previous experiences with binocular vision, which lasted just a minute or two, this remained for most of the day. Although no "extra" people were seen, everything in my house had that added dimension to it. By late afternoon it began fading away, and after a night of untroubled sleep, I awoke the next morning to my normal world. Never again did I have such an experience, and my binocular vision happened less frequently and ended completely within a year.

Where Did They Come From?



Strangely, my son Bob, now in his 40s, had a very similar experience when he was five. We have a strong psychic link between us, and although the instances don't happen frequently, when they do, they are a wonderment. One evening Bob woke up screaming. Charlie and I ran to his room. Bob was sitting up in bed crying as hard as only a five-year-old can. "There are animals all over my bed and all over the floor," he said as he pointed here and there.

Charlie told him he was just having a bad dream. "No, No, Dad, I see them. Look, there is an animal! He's climbing up on my bed."

Bob was terrified. Looking at his eyes, I could tell he did see, so very clearly, what I had seen 30 years earlier, except in my case, it had been two men. He was trying to push them off his bed. I told Charlie I felt Bob believed he was seeing what he claimed. He had no objection when I suggested we take Bob to bed with us for the rest of the night. After a final sob, Bob calmed down and slept until morning.

Do I believe the animals were actually in his room as the men were in mine? It could be. I believe Bob went a step too far, as I had done so very long ago, and entered their dimension for a few minutes.

As a result of this and other early experiences, I have always felt that all life, all consciousness, whatever world it exists in, is one. We cannot separate ourselves from each other, even from other worlds. We are all a part of whatever is.
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Sarah Estep is the author of Voices of Eternity and Roads to Eternity. She has researched electronic voice phenomena for many years.

VOICE FROM SPACE

 

TRANSCRIPT OF VOICE FROM SPACE BROADCAST

Marcen Journal, January 1979, Vol. II, No. 1


What is being said in the broadcast is constantly being repeated in current contacts. Some of you have heard this before but for the new people it was phenomenal when it happened and applies to today.

Note: A number of people have asked for additional information on the so-called voice from space that blacked out the BBC's Southern TV station for 5 1/2 minutes at 5:12 pm GMT on November 26, 1977 while the following message was delivered slowly and deliberately in a calm authoritative tone. The message interrupted a news bulletin being read by Ivor Mills. The BBC has come up with no positive solutions to the interruption, simply calling it a hoax. MARCEN obtained the message transcript from the BBC for the benefit of the members. The full text, which is reproduced here, is not believed to have been published in the United States previously. The amount of expensive equipment needed to overpower a powerful television transmitter takes the incident out of the realm of a college prank. If indeed it was an elaborate hoax as we suspect it was, it appears to be more on the scale of something perpetrated by some government or agency of one. (and what if it wasn't!)


SOURCE: BRITISH BROADCASTING CORPORATION

This is the voice of Gramaha, the representative of the Asta Galactic Command speaking to you. For many years now you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet earth.


We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your worlds so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disasters which threaten your worlds and the beings on our worlds around you. This is in order that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius. The new age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgements.

Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again. For many years your scientists, governments and generals have not heeded our warnings; they have continued to experiment with the evil forces of what you call nuclear energy. Atomic bombs can destroy the earth and the beings of your sister worlds, in a moment. The wastes from atomic power systems will poison your planet for many thousands of your years to come. We, who have followed the path of evolution for far longer than you, have long since realized this - that atomic energy is always directed against life. It has no peaceful application. Its use, and research into its use, must be ceased at once, or you all risk destruction. All weapons of evil must be removed.


The time of conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the highest planes of evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill. Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning new age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution.


Hear now the voice of Gramaha, the representative of the Asta Galactic Command speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides operating on your world. They will suck your energy from you - the energy you all know as money and will put it to evil ends giving you worthless dross in return. Your inner divine self will protect you from this. You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within, that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you, and you will lead yourselves on to the path of evolution.


This is our message to you our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your earth than your scientists admit. We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light, and will do all we can to help you. Have no fears, seek only to know yourselves and live in harmony with the ways of your planet earth.


We of the Asta Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the planes of your existence. May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the Cosmos.

ANGEL HAIR

Something we haven't heard much about recently but what was a big deal in years gone past.




DEFINITION:  Angel hair is a silky, sticky substance that falls from the sky in thin strands that sometimes look like spider webs.  It is very unstable and degrades in oxygen.

What the Believers Say:  Angel hair is some kind of manifestation from another dimension, or a supernatural realm. or it is a substance that falls from UFOs.  Some psychics claim to sense the presence of spirits during and following an angel hair manifestation.

You can touch it, but you can't hold it without it sublimating into nothing.  You can see it, but sometimes it doesn't show up in photographs taken of it.  It looks like spider webs, but there are never any spiders around when it appears.  It often appears after UFO sightings, yet many people who have never seen a UFO report finding it in their yard.  Some manifestations occur in the presence of many witnesses; some are reported by only a single person.  Charles Darwin reported seeing it fall  on his ship, the Beagle, in 1832.


It is called "angel hair" and it has been manifesting on earth for centuries, perhaps eons.  One of the earliest known reports is from the early eighteenth century (September 21, 1741) recent sightings are commonplace, although often not reported.  Some people experience it all the time; others have never even heard of it.  Sometimes it falls on an entire town; sometimes it appears on people's houses.  It can fall in such quantity as to cover cars and entire fields, or it can appear as a single gossamer strand.

In October 1955, a retired Navy man reported seeing ten silvery balls darting about the sky in North Carolina, followed by a fall of angel hair that covered a field and the telephone lines.


On September 21, 1997 (another September 21 sighting), people in Santa Cruz, California reported seeing strands of angel hair falling from the sky.  One witness described them as "three-foot strands.. of a translucent fibrous substance."


On Sunday, August 9, 2001 in Quirindi, South Wales, Australia, multiple witnesses saw approximately twenty silver balls flitting through the sky, followed by a fall of angel hair.


There are many other reports of this weird substance falling from the sky, and what almost all of them have in common is that they are made by credible people, often with corroborating accounts from other witnesses.


So what is this stuff?  And where does it come from?


Several people have managed to preserve a sample of angel hair before it dissolved into nothing.  Some have paid labs to test it and it was often shown to be made of silicon, magnesium, calcium, and boron - but the source of the substance has consistently been reported as "Inconclusive."  The elements of angel hair are common to earth, but the actual substance itself is an anomaly that has yet to be conclusively identified and its origin determined.


Could it be cobwebs from migrating spiders?  Spiders don't fly, yet skeptics claim that spiders are carried aloft by winds, and then discharge the webs while in the air.  There are reports of angel hair covering entire backyards, and draping like tinsel over great lengths of electrical lines.  It would seem that it would take a great many spiders (perhaps millions) floating through the air in a group to create such an outpouring of webs.  I, for one, have never seen giant clouds of floating spiders.  There may be some who have, but such reports have yet to show up in the literature.


Could angel hair be some kind of material created inside tornadoes or plasma vortices, carried a distance, and then dropped?


Maybe, but there are many, many accounts of angel hair occurring in perfectly calm weather, with no reports of turbulent weather for miles.


Can angel hair be a discharge from UFOs?  The connection between UFO sightings and subsequent falling angel hair is strong.  And yet, no one has reported ever seeing a UFO actually dropping the stuff, nor has anyone ever photographed such an event.


It is said that the veil between other dimensions and other realms, is thin, and that sometimes does appear, allowing some to see and experience things alien to our world.  Ghosts, UFOs, manifestations of the Virgin Mary, sightings of creatures like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness monster, and channeled information have all been alleged to come from dimensions parallel, or perhaps above or below our own.


Could angel hair be from such a realm?


Can we be seeing something that is undoubtedly alien to us, but which might be as commonplace "somewhere else" as rain is to us in our world?


Or is it nothing but cobwebs from flying spiders?
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The above is from the Weird 100

Angel hair was reported at the Miracle at Fatima on the 13th of September and October 1917.


The most reported incidence occurred in Oloron, France in 1952.



On October 27, 1954, Gennaro Lucetti and Pietro Lastrucci stood on the balcony of a hotel in St. Mark's Square in Venice and saw two "shining spindles" flying across the sky leaving a trail of the angel hair.
 
In the Portuguese city of Évora on November 2, 1959, angel hair was collected and analyzed at the microscope by local school director and later by armed forces technicians and scientists of the University of Lisbon. Conclusions were not possible although it was formed, apparently, by a small organism featuring 10 'arms' stretching from a central core. It was advanced that it could be a single-celled organism of some kind. This event followed the sighting, by the population of the city, of several UFOs. Angel hair was also spotted in the same day, at the Air Force Base of Sintra, several kilometers to the north.

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Above is from Wikipedia.

SASQUATCH ARE HERE, SAYS OUTDOORSMAN

 

Sasquatch Are Here, Says Outdoorsman

by Bernice Tick
Citizen staff Prince George CitizenMonday http://www.princegeorgecitizen.com/

A Prince George man whose greatest passion has been hunting for big game admits he's hooked on proving the existence of Sasquatch. Leo Selzer, who has spent 41 years hunting in the bush around Prince George, is convinced the illusive creatures are around, and he spends as much time as he can in the bush area where he believes they live. He says he's had one pretty clear sighting and several occasions when he's convinced he was communicating with his" furry friends."

In the mid- 1980s when Selzer was moose hunting in the Gregg Creek area west of the city, he did his loud moose calls that bring in the bulls during rutting season. "after a few calls I heard a response -- like someone banging on a tree about a kilometer away. I would call. Then right away, bang, bang. A small black bear appeared, wandering towards the banging sounds. The bear stopped and stood up on its hind legs looking towards a tall fir tree, and then all of a sudden it hightailed in the opposite direction toward me, veered off and went over the ridge."

It was then that Selzer saw a tall, dark-coloured creature step out from the cover of the fir tree into the open, and then quickly stepped behind the tree and was gone," said Selzer, noting that logged-off has little human activity.

In 2000 Selzer was again hunting at Gregg Creek when, at about 400 metres, he spotted what he first thought was a large bear standing on its hind legs watching the hunters. "It was standing next to a large, broken-off fir tree and was about the same dark colour, maybe greyish around its shoulders and on its chest. Thinking it could be a grizzly, I kept a close eye on it, watching it shift its weight from one leg to the other a couple of times for about a half hour. "All of a sudden it was gone, but later I realized a bear would never stand on its hind legs for that long without getting down and back up again," said Selzer.

After studying that area closely, he's concluded the creatures leave landmarks and directional signs by piling trees into X marks behind closely knit trees, and bending and shaping spindly trees into arches and shaped pointers carefully threaded through willow tops. He believes Sasquatch eat bark from trees like aspens, and has seen markings showing large fingernails and teeth were used to remove bark. He's also seen large footprints, but hasn't been fortunate to be able to photograph then fresh or complete. "One footprint, going up a grade, was pretty clear, about 13 to 14 inches long, eight inches wide at the heel, and about six inches wide at the top of the ball of the foot. There were indications of possible toe impressions about one to three inches beyond the ball of the foot."

In 1994 on the Hoodoo Lakes road he could hear three individual voices give out a holler or two which was responded to by "jabbering type of language." "I thought it must be some drunken people back there on a bush road or something, but I later found out there is no road or clearing in that area."

In mid-June, Selzer came across an area in the Gregg Creek, about 300 to 400 yards long, containing a series of blinds and shelters, and tepee-like frameworks he believes were built by a Sasquatch. The blinds are waist to shoulder height with logs and trees pushed together to form a lean-to like structure. "The frameworks, up to 50 feet high, are made with long spindly trees intricately intertwined to form the structure., "said Selzer.

Brian Vike in Houston, who reports on unidentified flying objects and such matters, has received reports from residents about Sasquatch sightings in the Buck Flats area. "Two Houston women, driving up Buck Flats road, were startled recently when a large animal walked upright across the road in front of their vehicle. "The animal, described much like a Sasquatch, made long strides into the forest, but did not turn to look back at the women."

He said a camping party at Silverhorne Lake reported hearing chilling screams in the night coming from around the lake, which cannot be associated with the known animals in the region. "

One other sighting was reported on the Morice River Road when two people fishing witnessed a large two-legged animal on the opposite bank of a river walk slowly into the forest and disappear," said Vike.

American William Dranginis, said he saw a Bigfoot once - hairy, 7 feet tall, and sprinting through the woods of Virginia.The 12-second sighting changed the life of Dranginis, who outfitted a 24-foot mobile veterinary clinic as a Bigfoot Primate Research lab. Equipped with scopes, radios and a Night-Sight camera that can detect an animal in the dark at 800 yards away, he heads out at least two weekends a month. But still no second sighting for Dranginis, who would like to push legislation to protect the creatures. "Do not shoot it," said Selzer. "They mean no harm, but they are curious, and incredibly intelligent beings."

Selzer's latest reported sighting on July 20 came from a visiting couple from Saskatoon. They told SelzerSelzer, who has added his investigation of the area to his website:http://sasquatch-pg.net.