IS THERE A COMPARISON?

THE SPIRAL OVER NORWAY

Confusion: The Norwegian Meteorological Institute was flooded with calls after the light storm

What could it be? Astronomers say the spectacle did not appear to be connected to the Northern Lights

The Mystery of the Xendra

One of the most mysterious cases relating to the UFO phenomena is the recent report of the Xendra; supposedly a temporal doorway into a parallel reality, occupied by alien beings. The Xendra, (pronounced "shen-drah") first appeared on Sunday, March 31, 2002, after being heralded by Peruvian ufologist Sixto Paz in February, 2002. Paz had forecast the coming of the Xendra as an "alien contact" event. The events reportedly occurred near Rancagua, Chile. Paz and several members of a new age group called "Grupo Rama" met for a three-day seminar on UFOs at Los Cipreses National Park near the city of Rancagua on March 29. The meeting was a camp-out affair on a bluff overlooking the Rio Cipreses canyon.

Paz made an announcment to group members and visitors that the doorway was "forming in the air." As if to perform on cue, suddenly the Xendra made its appearance. According to Paz and other members of the group, twenty-four Chileans, the majority of them Grupo Rama members, left the others and walked under the other-worldly formation. Onlookers described the Xendra as a "blue" or "luminous" arch which measure 429 feet wide. Witness accounts stated that the twenty-four adventurers simply vanished into the dimensional doorway.

Many other visitors were present besides those of Paz's group, being in attendance at the International Congress of Extraterrestrial Contact. Paz was one of the keynote speakers, and was well-known and respected among the community of Chilean UFO believers. He had previously stated that he was a contactee, and was given the information of upcoming events by the aliens themselves. Naturally, Paz's predictions had brought a larger crowd unusual, and even more interest was generated on March 30, when eyewitnesses saw "unidentified" targets glowing in the skies over the canyon.

"They were as bright as giant light bulbs," claimed one eyewitness.

"These types of UFO sightings assured us that something was going to happen," Valdivieto said, "During the previous occasions when the contact took place, the people included in the teleportation were suddenly aware of the interdimensional gateway or Xendra. They somehow learned that through this door, they would have managed to establish contact with extraterrestrial beings."

"On Sunday (March 31, 2002) at around noon, 24 persons in three groups entered a dimensional gateway that appeared by itself over the terrain. It was a kind of dome, a luminous archway measuring four by four meters. They (the participants) lost their materiality without disappearing completely. Upon entering, they met several (alien) characters who waited within and received information," said Valdivieto, 28, himself a Chilean ufologist and eyewitness to the event.

According to Valdivieto, the contact experience was "dimensional."

"I can't say it was physical like shaking someone's hand, but it was as though we crossed (the threshold) into a different reality."

Valdivieto claimed that he did not cross the doorway or Xendra himself, because he wanted to be a witness to the phenomenon. The 24 participants were "all professionals, college students of high intellectual levels, mostly Chileans, and some were members of Grupo Rama, a New Age association."

In a striking contrast, Eduardo Fouri, an investigator for Chile's Centro de Fenomenos Aereos Anomalos (Center for Anomalous Aerial Phenomena.), or CEFAA completely debunked Valdivieto's story, adding that he himself "had participated in the event" at Rio Cipreses "and had seen absolutely nothing."

"Everyone was eager to have an experience and, on the last day, Sixto Paz said that a blue arch was forming in the air," Fouri said, "I went to look and could see no such blue arch. Seven Chileans (not twenty four) were selected to cross through this 'Xendra' that was forming. The truth is, I went to look and I didn't see anyone dematerializing into thin air."

To make matters even more confusing, CEFAA itself negated Fouri's statement. Gustavo Rodriguez, national Secretary of CEFAA, "explained that the opinion was that of an external collaborator and that it did not represent the committee's opinion."

"We do not have an opinion in this regard," Rodriguez said, "First, because we lack information. Second, we were never invited to the meeting. And third, Sr. Sixto Paz never contacted us. What appeared in the newspapers was the opinion of an external collaborator."

Paz continued to insist that the events happened exactly as he initially claimed. He stated that the volunteers; "did have an interdimensional experience" at Rio Cipreses. In an interview with Terra Chile, Paz said, "The initial effort was made to ensure excellence by trying to keep a large number of people from attending, only those who had been prepared over time for the importance of the (contact) mission--constancy, continuity and discipline--to maintain the right vibratory level" for entry into the Xendra."

Area of the formation

"Everyone wanted to be at the site to see what would happen," Paz reported, "This was a serious error, because neither I nor anyone else is the 'lucky rabbit's foot' that can ensure an alien contact experience. This depends exclusively upon each and every one of the participants, as well as the conditions I just mentioned." "From a height we could see the impressive canyon of the Rio Cipreses, safeguarded by steep and mighty red-and-gray mountains. The vista was incredible and truly stunning. The sky was clear, without any clouds or haze." "It was a new (campsite) area, recently laid out.

For this reason, the restrooms and other facilities were operational but still unfinished. This location guaranteed solitude and privacy since most park visitors tend to go to well-known areas."

"The first thing that was done at the (camp) site was to designate locations for objects being unloaded from cars, and then we worked on the harmonization and protection of the area. To achieve this, everyone present formed two large circles, and we issued a prayer or meditation to the guardian spirits of the four corners of the Earth and the seven Galactic Directions, drawn from the magnificent teachings of the great modern prophet, Jose Arguelles of Las Trece Lunas (The Thirteen Moons) movement."

When the 24 participants passed beneath the Xendra, each encountered entities which were described as "robed, bald-headed humanoids" and were given separate messages. While the individual messages varied, Paz explained, there were two predictions that were common to all.

One, that Chile would be the site of more alien contacts in the months to come.

Two, that the aliens intended to establish "a permanent presence" in the "Southern Zone," i.e. South America, Africa and Australia.

Meanwhile, the participants are busily getting out the Xendra message. On Friday, May 10, 2002, witness Camilo Valdivieto, 28, organized a seminar of his own in Santiago de Chile. Seminar topics included the following: (1) "The Existence of a New Order;" (2) "Secrets of the Subterranean World;" and (3) "The Actuality of Extraterrestrial Contact." (See NotiOVNI for May 5, 2002.

The murky facts concerning the Xendra are reminiscent of the 1950s case of George Adamski, one of the original so-called "contactees." Adamski claimed to communicate with the Venusians, among others, and take fantastic rides on extraterrestrial spaceships. He amassed a large following during his heyday. He also was responsible for taking clear pictures of Alien craft. Adamski has been deemed a liar and a lunatic by most serious UFO researchers, although he still has a following today. Until more factual testimony and proof is received, the mystery of the Xendra will remain.

B J Booth

references: Grupo Rama

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Alien Beings in Neighbor's Yard - Connecticut - 12/17/09

NOTE: the following report was submitted to MUFON on 12/17/09 from a 15 year old in Connecticut.

MUFON witness report (unedited): "First what happened is I woke up because i heard a boom from outside. I was scared out of sleep. I sit up, and I see a white figure in my neighbor's yard. I figure it must be a light, and I try to fall asleep again. It doesn't work. I think about what it could be, and I surmised an extra terrestrial. For 30 minutes I was scared like hell to even get up, so I checked my cell phone which was on the table next to me to check the time. It was exactly 6:02. The event has gone on from about 5:30 to now, for I currently see the objects while writing the report.

I sit up, and I see the figures closer now, so i can make out what they are. Bodies. Paper white bodies in the distance. I stare at the figures longer. I see the figures blink their "heads" on and off, with no particular pattern, as if speaking to one another. Then I see a third one come in.

The order of the objects in the window is this from me: Orange figure far left, short figure middle, a slightly bigger figure to the far right. This orange figure is about twice the size of the other two, and is orange. I heard a great roar from the sky, like the cry of a low wailing engine. I figure it could be their vessel's engine, but I cannot see any crafts.

I get up a little bit later to look out the window. I saw them oh so clearly. I saw bodies, two arms, two legs, heads, and on one of them I saw a separate light coming from the one on the far right. It is square. It seems like a map. They blink their "heads" once again as if in conversation, and I turn on my computer to write this report.

I am but 15, so I am scared shitless, shaking more than I ever have in my entire life, pardon my french. I talk to my friend and she says she wishes to see the figures as well, while I do have a webcam, it is too late. I look out one last time, and they vanish. I heard another engine sound, loud and clear, and then nothing. Only the wind remains now."

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The Christmas Gift That Refused To Be Ignored

oprah - by Mark Leyner - Can an innocent Christmas present plunge a normal family into consensual madness?

Yes, it can, especially if the catalyst is a three-foot My Size Barbie, the first exceedingly popular toy that my daughter, Gaby, ever asked for insistently.

Her obsession meant I ended up in some remote Toys “R” Us in another state! one Christmas Eve about ten years ago, vying with other desperately doting dads for the last few items on well-looted shelves.

But I managed to bag my first Big Gift.

The next morning, Gaby exuberantly unwrapped the My Size Barbie, immediately and inexplicably christening the doll Jessica Lynn Cohen.

Why that oddly specific appellation, with its country-western triple cadence, we’ll never know. It was Christmas, and it was her doll, and it stuck.

Gaby and Jessica Lynn Cohen became instant BFFs. Gaby lent Jessica Lynn Cohen her clothes, they played school, hosted tea parties, went to the park, sat on the stoop together, reenacted scenes from Disney movies.

But then came the inevitable cooling off. Kids tire of gifts. And they abruptly and blithely cast them into oblivion. No big deal. We put Jessica Lynn Cohen in the basement, in a spare room we use as a catchall storage space.

In the beginning, we’d each move her around just to scare one another. But then she seemed to move around on her own.

She’d appear in various rooms without anyone having touched her - or at least without anyone admitting to having touched her.

I’d go downstairs to attend to a blown fuse and there’d be Jessica Lynn Cohen in the boiler room. We’d find her in the pantry with her arms outstretched in a sort of pious Joan of Arc gesture of supplication or in the bathroom with one leg raised high over her head like a Folies Bergère dancer.

Coming upon her this way could be frightening. She had taken on the stricken phantasmal look of a ghost from a shipwreck.

She also started terrifying other people. I could always tell by the ashen face of some poor plumber or cable guy that he had accidentally stumbled upon Jessica Lynn Cohen in a dark corner of the house.

So we decided to get rid of her. But very bad things happened to us whenever we tried to throw her out.

Within hours of the first time I left her out on the street for the garbage men, my wife, Mercedes, who’d never had a single related symptom, had a severe gallstone attack and needed to be rushed to the emergency room.

I reluctantly brought Jessica Lynn Cohen back inside.

A couple of months later, I was hit by a car as I crossed a street in Culver City, California. At the moment of impact, I did not have that common experience of seeing my life passing before my eyes; I had the unmistakable feeling that Jessica Lynn Cohen was angry.

I called Mercedes and asked if anything unusual had occurred in the days preceding my accident. She admitted that she’d taken Jessica Lynn Cohen to the Salvation Army.

Get her back, I said.

We tried finding a new home for her. A friend - a single guy without kids - finally agreed to take her in. Within two weeks, he’d developed a pilonidal cyst and his brother in Florida was arrested for embezzlement.

Our friend returned her and asked that we never again discuss her in his presence.

We eventually had to reach an accommodation with Jessica Lynn Cohen and accept her as a permanent member of our family.

She is now the unrivaled centerpiece of our Christmas tradition.

On Christmas Eve we keep her in a special “secret detention room.” We worry that Santa, because of his facility for seeing into the souls of all things, might discern in Jessica Lynn Cohen something irredeemably bad, and be frightened off before he has a chance to deliver our presents.

But on Christmas morning, there she stands, in her honored place of precedence, next to the tree.

Yes, I suppose you could say she’s an evil zombie doll who led our family to madness.

But, damn it, she’s our evil zombie doll. We adore her. And we’re never, ever going to abandon her.

And so, another Christmas will come and go, under the vigilant, unflinching gaze of Our Gracious Lady of Nonrefundable Gifts, Our Jessica Lynn Cohen.

A STRING OF BLUE BEADS

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Pete Richards was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened the door to his shop. Pete's small business had come down to him from his grandfather. The little front window as strewn with a disarray of old-fashioned things: bracelets and lockets, gold rings and silver boxes, images of jade and ivory, porcelain figurines.

On this winter's afternoon a child was standing there, her forehead against the glass, studying each discarded treasure as if she were looking for something quite special. Finally she straightened up and entered the store.

The shadowy interior of Pete Richards' establishment was even more cluttered than his show window. Behind the counter stood Pete himself, a man not more than 30, but with hair already turning gray. There was a bleak air about him as he looked at the small customer.

"Mister," she began, "would you please let me look at that string of blue beads in the window?"

Pete parted the draperies and lifted out a necklace. The turquoise stones gleamed brightly as he spread the ornament before her.

"They're just perfect," said the child. "Will you wrap them up pretty for me, please?


Pete studied her with a stony air. "Are you buying these for someone?"

"They're for my big sister. She takes care of me. You see, this will be the first Christmas since Mother died. I've been looking for the most wonderful Christmas present for my sister."

"How much money do you have?" asked Pete warily.

She had been busily untying the knots in a handkerchief, and now she poured out a handful of pennies on the counter.

"I emptied my bank," she explained simply.

Pete Richards looked at her thoughtfully. The trusting look of her blue eyes smote him like the pain of an old wound.

"Just a minute," he said, and turned toward the back of the store. Over his shoulder he called, "What's your name?" He was quietly removing the price tag.

"Jean Grace."

When Pete returned to where Jean Grace waited, a package lay in his hand, wrapped in scarlet paper and tied with green ribbon. "There," he said, "Don't lose it on the way home."

She smiled happily at him over her shoulder as she ran out the door. Through the window he watched her go, while desolation flooded his thoughts. Something about Jean Grace and her string of beads had stirred him to the depths of a grief that would not stay buried. The child's hair was wheat yellow, her eyes sea blue, and once upon a time, not long before, Pete had been in love with a girl with hair of that same yellow and with eyes just as blue. And the turquoise necklace was to have been hers.

But there had come a rainy night - a truck skidding on a slippery road - and the life was crushed out of his dream.

Since then Pete Richards had lived too much with his grief in solitude. He was polite to customers, but after business hours his world seemed empty.

The blue eyes of Jean Grace jolted him into acute remembrance of what he had lost. The pain of it made him recoil from the exuberance of holiday shoppers. During the next ten days trade was brisk. When the last customer had gone, late on Christmas Eve, he sighed with relief. But for Pete Richards the night was not quite over.

The door opened and a young woman hurried in. Her hair was golden yellow and her large eyes were blue. Without speaking she drew from her purse an object loosely wrapped in red paper. Presently the string of blue beads lay gleaming again before him.

"Did this come from your shop?" she asked.

Pete answered softly, "Yes, it did."

"Are the stones real?"

"Yes. Not the finest quality - but real."

"Can you remember who it was you sold them to?"

"She was a small girl. Her name was Jean. She bought them for her older sister's Christmas present."

"How much are they worth?"

"The price," he told her solemnly, "is always a confidential matter between the seller and the customer."

"But Jean has never had more than a few pennies of spending money. How could she pay for them?"

Pete was folding the gay paper back into its creases, re-wrapping the little package just as neatly as before."

"She paid the biggest price anyone can ever pay," he said. "She gave all she had."

There was a silence then that filled the little curio shop. In some faraway steeple, a bell began to ring. The little package lying on the counter, the question in the eyes of the girl and the strange feeling of renewal struggling unreasonably in the heart of the man, all had come to be because of the love of a child.

"But why did you do it," she asked.

He held out the gift in his hand. "It's already Christmas morning," he said, "and it's my misfortune that I have no one to give anything to. Will you let me see you home and wish you a Merry Christmas at your door?"

And so, to the sound of many bells, and in the midst of happy people, Pete Richards and a girl whose name he had yet to learn walked out into the beginning of the great day that brings hope into the world for us all.
_________
This story was in a Christmas card my Mother gave me way back in about 1985. I have saved it all this time. I hope it touches your heart like it did mine. There are many lonely people at Christmas time with no one to share with. Perhaps you will find a "Jean Grace" that will touch your heart too. Merry Christmas everyone.

NEW ZEALAND READER CHRONICLES CLOSE ENCOUNTER

"Sir, I have read many of your reader's experiences. Because of your presentation, I have decided to come forward with a personal event that happened to me in 1987 while living in New Zealand. You have my permission to post this for your readers."

"One January morning, I set off on what should have been no more than a 3 hour drive to Auckland, NZ. I arrived at my destination feeling extremely tired and confused. When I went to the hotel front desk to check in, I was told that I had no room reservation. Then, after the desk clerk checked the records, I was stunned to learn that I had lost 5 days and had no idea where I had been."

"Luckily, there was a vacancy, so I checked in and went right to the room. After a quick shower and a bite to eat, I decided to grab a nap. I laid there wondering what had happened to me and that I may as well drive back home because I missed all of the appointments I had scheduled."

"Eventually, I drifted off to sleep but would wake up every hour or so feeling nervous and helpless. The next day, I drove back home. After a few days, though, I continued to experience extreme anxiety. I called my GP and was able to see him the next day. I didn't tell the doctor about my experience but did explain my nervousness and lack of sleep. Sensing this was more than a physical ailment, he suggested I see an anxiety therapist. After several sessions with the therapist, who I confided in about the lost time, I was recommended to a psychologist who had dealt with this phenomena before."

"A week later, I went to see the psychologist. As soon as I saw him, I had an instinctive feeling this was going to be an unusual session. He was fairly young with short blond hair. His mannerisms were unlike those of any person I have ever met though, I just couldn't put a finger on why I felt this way. I sat down in a large leather chair directly facing the doctor. He stared at me for almost a minute, then smiled and asked me to tell him what I remembered. All of a sudden, a large flash seemed to hit me in the face and I was able to remember being escorted on board a huge craft by a tall and thin female dressed in a dark gray leotard. Her body features were human-like, similar figure with hips and breasts but a slightly larger head. Her nose, mouth, ears and hair looked human-like but her eyes were large and round with onyx black pupils. I suppose she could be termed as a 'humanoid'. She directed me to a room where I was told (in English) to wait."

"Soon, I was approached by three other humanoids, one tall, looking like the previous female humanoid, the second a bit shorter and was male. The third was a very short and stout male and walked ahead of the other two. All three had similar facial features except the short, stout humanoid had a small mouth and nose. I was struck with an almost overpowering feeling of his presence as if he possessed an energy that was being projected then reabsorbed by his body. The short humanoid said, "welcome" and told me that he was the designated “guardian” of this section. The humanoids seemed to communicate to each other by using telepathy and various hand motions."

"I was shown another "world" and arrived at a huge metropolis, which was very neat and orderly. I noticed when the craft landed that the city lacked any tall buildings and most of the buildings were pyramid shaped dwellings and made of what appeared to be a transparent but tinted material. I was taken to a residential area with children who were playing just like human children. The buildings here were cylinder shaped and opaque. The color inside the buildings was mostly a bright white with a touch of silver, gray and red inside. A soft light seemed to radiate from everything and all the residents seemed so peaceful."

"After what seemed like a few minutes, I remember sitting in my car parked in front of the hotel in Auckland. Then I hear the words "is that everything?" I opened my eyes and looked directly at the doctor, but this time he had transformed into the small, stout humanoid wearing a business suit. He simply said "hello...did you enjoy your journey" and I attempted to reply but could not speak. Then he told me to wait here and walked through a side door in the office."

"Several minutes later, the secretary walked in, shocked when she saw me and inquired to who I was and why I was in the doctor's office. I told her that the doctor had just left. She gave me the oddest look, then told me the doctor was out all day on an emergency. She then asked if I would care to reschedule an appointment. Still taken aback, I replied that I would call back later."

"I never have figured out how I got in the psychologist's office and why the small, stout humanoid confronted me there. Since that time, I have never had another experience."

"I wonder if others have had a similar encounter?"

Sincerely..."D"

NOTE: I received this email today. "D" would like to hear from other people who have had a similar experience. I can forward the inquiries to him or you can post your comments. BTW, the image was provided by "D". He states this is the best representation of the female humanoid he has been able to find...Lon

This is from Phantoms and Monsters blog. Thank you Lon. You get the best reports!

Bigfoot Migration Route Goes Through West Virginia?

register-herald - Two brothers hunting for turkeys in the Monongahela National Forest split up and head out in different directions, one of them venturing into a small opening that leads within a few feet inside the woods to a massive ravine.

Suddenly comes the sound of something huge thrashing at the bottom of that deep ravine, too loud for a bear or a fellow hunter, but unmistakably walking on two feet, snapping limbs and crushing branches underfoot.

What follows next almost defies description — a blood-curdling scream that seems to reverberate off the sides of the ravine.

The hunter looks up at his brother, who inquires, “Did you get a shot at Bigfoot?”

To them, it’s a big joke, another hunting story that survives well beyond that season.

But to rock musician Kris Allen, the idea of Bigfoot running around in West Virginia’s rugged terrain is no laughing matter. Rather, it is a serious issue that has thrust him into a major investigation that entails two films.

Once the lead singer for the Marshall Tucker Band, and now the head of his new group, Southern Thunder, the veteran musician says he has seen three of the creatures in the Monongahela National Forest alone.

Actually, his first sighting came at age 8 when Allen, his parents, a sister and some neighbors spotted the curious creature in a tree in Chelyan, not far from his Marmet home, and watched it until darkness set in.

“It was almost as if you went to a zoo and had seen a spider monkey sitting in top of a tree,” he recalled.

“It just stood there. It was a young one, a juvenile, about 6 feet tall. My father suggested someone call a newspaper, but Mom said by the time the newspaper got there, it would be dark. Back then, few people had video cameras. It acted like a monkey would do. I never even thought of it being a Bigfoot at the time.”

To the uninitiated, Bigfoot, or Sasquatch, as he sometimes is known, is an ape-like creature and the object of serious research by man, and of scorn by some in the scientific community.

Years later, Allen would run into another one, this time with a girlfriend in tow at Kanawha State Forest.

“It was just sitting on the ground, on his butt, behind a big tree,” Allen said.

“It was leaning around, looking at me eye to eye. Apparently, it had heard a noise walking up the hollow.”

As soon as he made a move to get a closer look, Bigfoot had vanished.

By his own count, Allen says he has spied half a dozen of the mystical creatures, all of them in West Virginia.

“They have been seen in every state and every foreign country,” he said.

Allen is hooking up with Animal Planet for some filming in Flagstaff, Ariz., and also plays an integral role in a 3-D documentary produced by Goldenleaf and Pixar, this one due for release next spring.

“We’re going across the United States and getting the best of the best in there, the very best footage,” Allen said.

While many in the world of science scoff at the concept of such a creature surviving all these years, Allen is convinced Bigfoot is real.

“I know exactly what it is,” he said. “I have seen two species. The one in the Monongahela National Forest is called ‘gigantopithicus blacky.’ It was the largest of the large primates. Scientists at one point thought they became extinct 10,000 years ago.

“Anyone knows that it is impossible to predict the future of something becoming extinct without actually knowing this, and how can you absolutely know of something that is a nocturnal animal is extinct?”

Bolstering his personal research, Allen has engaged in a number of talks with anthropologist and animal welfare activist Jane Goodall.

Allen conducted more research this fall at Sherwood Lake in the Monongahela National Forest during what some scientists believe was the migration route.

“Some say they try to go down to warmer weather,” Allen said.

“I disagree with that. I have camped up there in two blizzards since 1993. I camped there once when it was 20 below, the other time at 30 below. I won’t ever go through that again.

“That was too much torture on the human body.”

If Bigfoot is real, is he human or animal?

“From all the DNA samples we get back, every time we send something in, it comes back 98 to 99 percent human and 1 to 2 percent unknown primate,” Allen says.

“It’s very human. It’s very intelligent. I’ve heard them speaking. It’s very hard to do. I’m a vocalist and it’s hard for me to do. If you can imagine, it’s like breathing in, then making tunnel sounds. It’s a communications noise.”

Allen recalled a camping trip when he and his family, inside a tent, heard a peculiar noise in the forest.

“We heard something that almost was like it was one talking to another outside my tent,” he said.

“It stood there for a good 10 to 15 minutes.”

Even his loyal Rottweiler and pit bull, which had never displayed a fear of anything, were “totally freaking out.”

“And the time we were up there camping in a blizzard, we heard the beating sound at the trees around us,” he said.

“It was so loud that if you took a drummer in dead silent woods and amplify that drummer with huge amplifiers, it would be the loudest noise you could imagine. An hour before this happened, the dogs jumped in a tool box in the back of the pickup truck. They would not come out. It was the weirdest thing. I’ve never in my life seen a dog do this. I was trying to get them out of the tool box. But they wouldn’t come out.”

An hour later, the beating sound returned, and this time it sounded as if it were originating inside the tent.

“A few minutes later, we heard the same beating signal from across the lake,” Allen said. “We felt like we were being hunted. They are tremendous hunters.”

Allen says he has taken numerous photographs of nests that Bigfoot fashions from twisting sapling trees together, not unlike the way birds do, except on a bigger scale.

“They’re almost like a bird nest, but upside down with a bunch of leaves inside for bedding,” he said.

“And most of these nesting areas are right off a trail. I’ve encountered dozens of them. They’re usually closer to you than what you think they are. There’s a reason for this. Deer will follow a trail. It’s quiet. They’re not going to walk through the woods and make as much noise when they’re on a trail. Usually, those trails follow creeks or river beds. Those are prime drinking and hunting areas for the Bigfoots.”

Another tell-tale sign of Bigfoots are stacks of rocks in bizarre places inside a forest, he says, affording the creatures a good vantage point from which to stage an ambush.

Bigfoot is known to have attacked humans, Allen says.

“I’ve personally had rocks thrown at me. I’ve got a lot of witnesses on this. All of a sudden, a rock will be hurled at you. You’re out in the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter, and when they go by your head, it sounds almost like the same velocity as someone slinging a rock with a slingshot right past your head.”

Once, in the company of his son, Allen says, he spotted two of them ripping trees apart, either for the bark or the grubs.

“We stopped behind a rock, stood there for 20 minutes,” he recalled. “We couldn’t move. We just stood there in awe. As soon as they stepped into the darkness of a tree line, they were gone. They had vanished into the darkness of it. You could be looking into the woods directly at one and it almost looks like a shadow standing in the woods. You would never know it until it moves. This large one stepped out, about 12 to 13 feet tall, and as soon as that one came out, I told my son we had better run back to the camper as fast as we could about three quarters of a mile. We ran nonstop.”

Explaining Bigfoot is another matter.

And in this realm, Allen has been given some ideas from Bible readers, citing the passage in Genesis 6:4, “there were giants in the earth in those days ...”

“There are several locations in the Bible where there were large men that once existed that became extinct,” Allen said.

“They were considered to be giants on the earth. I’m not saying David fought one of these Bigfoots or whatever. There are a lot of humans out there that have a gene problem where their face is covered with hair. I’m not saying they’re Bigfoots or descendants of Bigfoot at all. But I’m saying that thousands of DNA samples came back and they were 98 to 99 percent human and 1 percent unknown primate. You’d think that’s too close, but it’s not. That 1 percent makes a huge difference, especially if you look at the genes scale. But they’re close enough to be human. They have a lot of human traits. They walk upright.”

One major distinction is the foot.

“How you can bend your hand is how their feet are,” he explained. “Their feet actually bend in the center. You can tell a fake footprint when you see one.

“People have actually come out and tried to fake people with hoaxes,” he added. “If it doesn’t have the midtarsal break in the foot, it’s a fake.”

Perhaps, he theorized, Bigfoot’s descendants have learned over generations to avoid human contact, explaining his shy ways in the forests until he feels threatened.

A hunter in 1785 captured one with help from Native American friends and promptly named it the “hideous creature,” wrapping it in binds and parading it through the streets of a town.

If he ever catches up with another Bigfoot, the musician says, he would attempt to communicate, but, taking Goodall’s advice, won’t look him directly in the eyes. He tested her on this at a zoo and found that a baboon was perfectly calm as long as he was watched from an angle, but the moment eye contact was made, the animal went ballistic.

“It’s a form of territorial gesture,” he said of eye contact.

“You could be some sort of a threat. I looked at that baboon eye to eye. He was behind a cage. I wiggled my eyes as he looked at me. He stretched his arm as far as he could and flashed his incisors at me.”

And Bigfoot, so all the accounts go, is much, much bigger than a baboon.

NOTE: this is an interesting theory. The reports of large hominid sightings in West Virginia have increased over the years. The state itself is still a very wild wilderness in many areas and offers excellent habitat and cover for Bigfoot during the less severe seasons...Lon

From Phantoms and Monsters Blog - Thank you Lon!

CAVE DWELLER

FROM THE DENVER POST

DESERT CAVE DWELLER GETS BY WITHOUT ANY MONEY!
(How many could do that? Something to think about!)

MOAB, UTAH - Daniel Suelo gets the same question, all the time.

"Why?"

The 48-year-old kneels in front of the desert of the desert cave he calls home, sips cedar tea from a chipped mug and explains, again, why he has intentionally lived the past nine years without using money.

It's instinctual to live without money; it's the way we were born, he says. It's political. The addiction to money fuels corruption, he says, and he refuses to support a corrupt system. There's also a spiritual basis for his life, a philosophical framework.

"The understanding that, really, we all possess nothing is the cornerstone of all spiritual endeavors and religions," he says.

And there are health reasons. Suelo, who was born with the last name Shellabarger, is unfettered with worries about a mortgage or bills or income. Tanned, with a mop of gray locks framing his Buddy Holly glasses, he is a picture of contentment, his lithe frame stretched in the fall sun amid prickly pear cactus and red rock.

"I think taking things as they come naturally is the key to good health," he says.

A decade ago, Suelo was dizzy with depression. His University of Colorado degree in anthropology wasn't fulfilling. He had just returned from two years as a Peace Corps volunteer in Ecuador. He was disillusioned with his job working at homeless shelters and enclaves for battered women in Denver and Boulder.

Eventually he concluded his growing despair was tied to fretting over his financial ability to maintain his stuff. Stuff, he realized, he didn't need. So, he gave it all away.

"We use all our energy to maintain our possessions, and it becomes an ugly cycle," he says.

He doesn't barter or work for food or rent. Barter is another form of money, and Suelo doesn't deal with any form of currency. Today, he embraces an ascetic life of "art and philosophizing." He's hardly the growling hermit, instead circling town on his trash-bin-built bike, engaging a wide circle of pals.

"He's truly the happiest person I have ever met. He is so deeply peaceful, it's contagious," says Damian Nash, Suelo's college roommate and a high school teacher in Moab. "He is living proof that money can't buy happiness."

Every summer when the heat in Moab reaches unbearable -- especially for a cave-dweller -- Suelo hits the road, visiting friends and gatherings along the West Coast, where he is known only as "Suelo."

"I have no idea what the future holds, and I don't worry about it. But the longer I do this, it seems absurd to go back," he says. "It would be like going back to slavery. There's just too much of a price to pay."

His cozy cave is an hour's stroll from town.

Maybe 15 feet by 5 feet, the one man crevice is crammed with buckets holding a few days worth of rice and beans, books and cooking pots.

The hole in the wall is tidy, with his bedroll neatly folded into a nook. Cupped ridges on the wall hold knickknacks. While the cave carries a strong smell of patchouli oil, Suelo doesn't import any odoriferous whiff of homelessness. He bathes daily in the stream below his cave. His clothes -- which he found in the trash -- are uncommonly formal for a man who camps year round. Dress shoes and slacks, shirt buttoned to the top and a fresh widebrimmed hat form a Suelo style that is more Bohemian chic than homeless bum.

Suelo lives an abundant albeit frugal life, thriving on the waste of a small town. Every week, he inspects Moab's trash, finding more than he needs. Supermarket throwaways keep him well-fed. He eats healthily, often eschewing the abundant supply of day-old doughnuts or expired sweets -- although he says, chocolate is "my gold."

The wild onions, watercress, prickly pear fruit, serviceberries, globe mallow and pine nuts that grow near his home add fresh-grown flair to the trash-bin-derived dishes he cooks over fire-branded coffee cans molded into stoves. He occasionally cooks roadkill gathered around Moab, and says he has never fallen ill from spoiled food.

The piles of trash behind Moab's half-dozen self-storage facilities provide a steady supply of clothes, tools, bedding and utensils.

"People don't realize how much perfectly good stuff is thrown away with just a blemish," he says, "Even after all these years, I'm still asking myself, 'Why would anyone throw this out?'"

He used to bristle when he heard people call him a mooch, a leech or sponge off society. The occasional "get a job" comments from friends, family and readers of his blog (which he writes from computers in public libraries) don't bother him much anymore. He says he has stopped worrying about what people think about him.

Filmmaker Gordon Stevenson a few years ago made a short documentary about Suelo called "Moneyless in Moab." Response to the film was largely positive but varied. A few thought he was insane. Others saw a conflict in Suelo's rejection of money but dependent on a society anchored in commerce.

"His lifestyle does depend on a group of people using money, and some people saw this as a contradiction, but Daniel comes out pretty clearly that he is a parasite of sorts,"Stevenson says. "Some people were angered by the idea that using money leaves you tainted or immoral. But I don't think Daniel thinks like that. You might think he is, but he's not judgmental."

Nash hears often from people who harbor hostility toward his friend.

"I think he makes people angry because they have this belief that if only they had a little more money, they'd be happy," Nash says. "His lifestyle is a challenge to their Holy Grail, the American consumer capitalist dream."

There is one thing that makes Suelo seethe: store owners or police who tell him he can't search a bin of garbage "for his own safety." He's had plenty of run-ins with both, but not so much in Moab, where he is well known.

"They seem so mad about it. If they want to be livid about something, how about how much food we throw away," he says. "I know that there is enough food to feed a village in one Dumpster behind Wal-Mart or Sam's. All I'm taking is a few crumbs falling from this opulent table."

$1,000,000 Hunt For Bigfoot

NOTE: this is the information from the website www.hunt4bigfoot.com. 400 teams hunting for a Bigfoot in this area at the same time? Hunt for the best 'blobsquatch'? I wonder who these 'designated specialists' will be?...Lon

Information
The $1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot will be held in the San Juan Region of Colorado on July 10-14, 2010 with Hunt Headquarters located at Bigfoot Central in Silverton, CO. approximately 50 miles North of Durango, CO. on Hwy. #550. Many sightings of Bigfoot have been reported in this area over the past 200 hundred years, with recent credible reports of sightings and personal encounters during 2009. Registered participants will be given (96) hours to locate and photograph a live Bigfoot within the Designated Hunt Area of a 100 mile radius of Silverton, CO. The first photograph presented to the Promoter and authenticated by it's designated specialists, will win the $1,000,000.00 reward. Additional prizes will be awarded for photographs of Bigfoot Physical Evidence, i.e. tracks, shelters and the like as well as for Best Photographs of selected animals in the wild.

Check-In for registered participants will begin on July 10th., between 7-11 AM at the Kendall Mountain Resort Complex in Silverton, CO. The $1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot will officially begin at 12:01 PM on July 10th. and end at 12:01 PM on July 14th. The "$1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot" closing party will be held on the evening of July 14th. between 8 PM and 1 AM at the Kendall Mountain Resort Complex, with a catered Buffet Dinner, Drinks, Live Music and Dancing, and a noted Guest Speaker (to be announced), Bigfoot Swag and Door Prizes, Vendor Expo, and lots of fun for all. Bigfoot Central and the Legend of Bigfoot Museum will be open for viewing each day from 9 AM till 6 PM.

Registration
Registration is through this website. The $1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot is limited to the first (400) entries and Registration will close when available entries are filled. Entry Fee is $250. for (1) Designated Hunter. Additional T-Shirt/Museum/Party tickets are available for Family Members/Friends at $75. per person. Visa, Mastercard, American Express, or Discover Card are accepted through our secure Google Check-Out.

Entry Includes
Maps indicating most recent sightings of Bigfoots within the Designated Hunt Area.
Official "$1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot" T-shirt.
Complimentary visit to the Legend of Bigfoot Museum at Bigfoot Central.
Dinner and Dance with Live Music at our "$1,000,000.00 Hunt for Bigfoot" closing party (supervised party for kids at adjoining location).
Bigfoot Swag and Prizes.
Bigfoot Memorabilia and Bigfoot Collector Item Vendors.
Noted Guest Speaker (to be announced)

Recent Bigfoot Sightings in The San Juan Region
March 2009- Bigfoot sighting and photographic evidence of footprints in the snow reported by a BLM Ranger 14 miles from Durango Mountain Resort on the backside of Purgurtory.

May 2009- Bigfoot sighting with photograph reported by a vacationing couple en-route to Silverton, CO. on Hwy. #550 that witnessed a Bigfoot crossing the highway.

April 2009- Bigfoot lean-to found approximately 8 miles from Silverton, CO. Structure was built from branches broken-off of trees at a height of 8'+.

June 2009- Bigfoot activity reported by family camping at Navajo Lake. Creature was vocalizing and tossing small stones at campsite tents.

August 2009- Bigfoot sighting and evidence of broke-off branches on a tree reported by an elderly couple to a U.S. Forest Service Agent who surveyed the site and confirmed footprints and broken branches. Location in La Platte Canyon at Lil Olga Campsite.

August 2009- Bigfoot sighting on the banks of the San Juan River at Farmington, NM reported by a BLM Ranger.

August 2009- Bigfoot sighting along the Animas River approximately 9 miles from Silverton, CO. Reported by Crew and Passengers on the Durango/Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad Train.
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This is where I was on Thursday - on the train - watching for Sasquatch! The train doesn't go as far as Silverton in the winter because of the snow but it did go to Cascade Canyon. It turns around there and heads back to Durango.

From Phantoms and Monsters Blog - thank you Lon!

UFO CRASH INFORMATION

On Wednesday Nov. 25th while hiking the area of Kettle Moraine State Park (Wisconsin) a friend and I noticed a strong sulfuric odor coming from the woods. Looking down we saw what appeared to be a small craft at the bottom of a hill. Upon further investigation we found that the damage to the craft consisted only of a few dents and scratches. My companion and I returned later with a large flat bed tow and full bio hazard suits, covered the thing completely with tarp and hauled it to locked refrigerated storage.

We photographed the object on site but I had to remove all color from the photograph just to be able to see it as everything in the photo had a deep blue color. We also photographed the stump the craft had landed on and that photo also came out blue. The attached photo will allow you all to at least get an idea of the size and shape of the craft.

We were unable to open the craft and from the available window we could only see 4 coffin like objects which appear to be made out of the same titanium like substance as the craft itself.

I fully recognize the value of such an object and am therefore offering it for sale to the highest bidder.

I will warn you all that the smell of sulfur is intolerable especially in the enclosed storage area and because of this we will not be showing this object unless all involved are safely attired in full bio hazard suits and masks.

Further information on the craft's exact location will not be released to anyone other than serious inquirers able to afford such a unique find. We will not risk our health for mere "curiosity seekers"! For more information contact:
lonewolf61275@gmail.com

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A SIGHTING COMPARABLE TO YESTERDAYS LETTER I SENT YOU

MY DREAM - WAS IT A PRELUDE TO REALITY?

July 10, 1981

I was walking down a city block. I could see tall buildings to my right side and then a vacant space.

Kristine, my friend, was in the next block walking ahead of me. All of a sudden a space ship came swooping in an arc over our heads. As it went by I could see the Beings inside piloting the ship.

The ship was shaped like a rocket. It had a RED TAIL. In the front the window was quite large and I could see a “steering wheel!” It looked like one was piloting it and two were sitting behind him.

I yelled at Kris, “Did you see that?!!” She said yes and I started waving at them.

At this point it went into another 360 degree arc and as it completed the circle it went “poof”, “poof”, “poof”. like the light Dan and I saw over the airport in Seattle. At that point it produced another ship at each poof. From that last poof there was another huge “poof” and this produced silver colored Beings with heads in the shape of a star without facial features. They appeared everywhere. Around each one was a glow produced from the force they gave off.

Everyone died around us (“I didn’t see that but I knew it.”) except Kristine and I. At this time I could feel the electrical prickles on my body but it didn’t hurt me. I said to Kris, “I know now why our chemistry was changed. To enable us to withstand their force. I felt they were landing in masse to stay.

REALITY - ARE THEY FROM OUTER SPACE?

September 16, 1981 - The Advocate, Red Deer, Alberta, Canada

If you think you’ve seen a UFO over Central Alberta within the last few months, don’t rush out to seek professional help - someone else says he’s been seeing them too.

It may not be Close Encounters - but a Sylvan Lake man says he has seen three different UFOs since late July.

“What is that? What’s going on? Are these ships from outer space or just the Americans fooling around?” asks Stan Haywood.

Mr. Haywood lives on an acreage on the Half Moon Bay road 4.5 km west of Sylvan Lake and works in Red Deer on a ward at the Michener Centre.

His first sighting was on July 22 about 2:30 p.m.

“I was driving into work and I saw this flashing in the sky to the east.”

It was a cloudy day, he says, and as he looked out his vehicle window he saw “a stainless steel circular object with a disc on top that was whirling counter-clockwise and pipes coming out of it.”

The second sighting was Sept. 6.

Mr. Haywood says he was standing in his backyard when he saw an object hovering about 300 metres above the ground between two rows of trees.

“I had time to run in the house and get my binoculars, and it still hadn’t moved by the time I got back out.

“It was about half as long as a DC-8, but it didn’t have any wings although something was sticking out the sides. And it had a fin-like tail
with a red stripe down the back part of it.

“If planes traveled that slow, they would never stay up. The only thing it could be is a helicopter but there was no noise from it.”

The third object was sighted Sept. 4 about 6:40 a.m. Mr. Haywood says he was on his way to work and was stopped at a red light in southwest Red Deer.

“It didn’t have any shape to it, it just looked like a real bright star.”

He estimates the object was about 1.5 km away, and slowly moving in a southwesterly direction.

“It was flying about as low as a small plane would fly,” he says.

“It looked like a real bright star, although I’ve never seen a star like that at that time of day.”

Mr. Haywood says he can’t explain what these objects are, or why he keeps seeing them.

“It’s something where you’re just looking around and just happen to see. There’s no noise to attract your attention.”

Not one of his friends or neighbors has mentioned seeing anything like this to Mr. Haywood.

“I told the guys at work and they said I should report it.

“But people think you’re wacky seeing things like this.”
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So why did I have a dream previous to this sighting observing the same type of craft? Was it precognition or what?

CALF MUTILATIONS ON COLORADO RANCH

In 1984 while living in Seattle I saw an advertisement for land in Colorado for $5,400 (approx) for 3 1/2 acres. I had the overwhelming urge to buy that property even though I had never seen it myself. Consequently I found that other persons having had UFO experiences, even though unknown to each other, had the same urge. When you signed the papers for the property the Great Land company gave you one year to decide if you wanted to keep it. I called the office in Texas and told the lady who answered that I had the urge to buy this property. I don't know why I told her about our organization, The UFO Contact Center International, but I did. That was when she told me the president of the company had been to the properties and had seen a UFO land on the road, not once but twice! There have been many UFO sightings in the area.

Just north of San Luis near the Great Sand Dunes National Monument and Mt. Blanca is where Snippy the horse was mutilated. This was the first known mutilation in the country. We visited the King Ranch where it happened and met Harry King. He told us about seeing little UFOs flying up and down the mountain and one even landed in his yard!

Chris O'Brien has written several books on the area and about all of the anomalous events that occur in the San Luis Valley. The article below is the latest to have happened.

Oh, I do still have the property. I am still wondering why!

Thu Nov 26, 1:55 PM EST

A creepy string of calf mutilations in southern Colorado has a rancher and sheriff's officials mystified.

Four calves were found dead in a pasture just north of the New Mexico state line in recent weeks. The dead calves had their skins peeled back and organs cleared from the rib cage. One calf had its tongue removed.

But rancher Manuel Sanchez has found no signs of human attackers, such as footprints or ATV tracks. And there are no signs of an animal attack by a coyote or mountain lion. Usually predators leave pools of blood or drag marks from carrying away the livestock.

Two officers from the Costilla County Sheriff's Office have investigated the mutilations but say they don't know what's killing the calves.

"There's nothing really to go by," said Sanchez, who's ranched for nearly 50 years. "I can't figure it out."

A spokesman for the sheriff's office told The Pueblo Chieftain that investigators doubt a person butchered the calves because there is no blood at the scene.

"I've butchered a cow before and I know what kind of a mess it leaves," Sgt. James Chavez said.

Some in the area believe the mutilations are the work of aliens. An area UFO chaser, Chuck Zukowski of Colorado Springs, has been to the Costilla County pasture to investigate.

He told the paper there have been other unexplained calf mutilations in the area, including three in March. One of the other calves, found dead on a ranch near Trinidad, had its ears removed, Zukowski said.

"We're trying as much as we can to find a pattern," said Zukowski, who runs a UFO Web site called ufonut.com.

Sanchez said he has sold off his 32 remaining calves out of fear more would be mutilated. He hasn't decided how he'll manage the remaining 40 animals in his herd.

"It's a big loss for a small rancher," he said.

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Information from: The Pueblo Chieftain, http://www.chieftain.com

Check this out: http://www.comcast.net/video/killer_fog/1341894468 What do you think it is?

BRIGHT ORB IN TOCANTIS, BRAZIL

Photos: Bright Orb UFO Travels Ahead of Moving Vehicle - Palmas, Tocantis, Brazil

Posted: 02 Nov 2009 09:36 AM PST

MUFON witness report: My wife's friend in Brazil often drives along a highway near Palmas, Tocantins that is known for sightings of orbs. He is a well-respected business owner and city council president, family man and very down to earth. He saw the orb approach his car and match his speed and direction ahead of the car approximately a quarter of a Kilometer ahead. He took two photos with his cell phone. THE CELL PHONE DOES NOT HAVE A FLASH. I tried duplicating the pictures with a digital camera and my cell phone, and this is definitely NOT the result of a flash going off in the car. The dirt on the windshield would be predominately lit. The best duplication I got was with my cell camera, in twilight, of a bright street light. There seems to be a reflection on the road of the light. One could argue that the orb is a reflection of the light on the road, but I tried to duplicate that theory with oncoming headlights and it never looked anything like the photos. The orb appears too bright in the actual photos. You can see the windshield (dirty) and the orb does not seem to be a reflection on the windshield. The gentleman's wife also reported seeing a green orb flying very close to her car along the same road about a year before. This stretch of road and the surrounding area is well known for sightings of this type.

NOTE: the Tocantins area of Brazil has had a few strange UFO/extraterrestrial sightings in the past notably, the one described below. As for this report, the bright orb images don't appear to be the result of a camera flash...Lon

3/22/01 - Palmas, Tocantis, Brazil - Vinicius Da Silva and Marta Rosenthal were returning home from a day of fishing in the River Tocantis when they felt a bump in one of the tires. Thinking he had a flat, Vinicius stopped the vehicle and went to check.

He could not find anything wrong with the tire but suddenly heard Marta screaming and saw her pointing to the right side of the road. There, only a few meters away, hovering over the water was a metallic object with small windows along its edge.

Standing outside the object on a ledge was a humanoid figure of about 1.30 meters in height.

The figure was holding something resembling a hose and was apparently sucking water from the river and into the craft. After about two minutes the humanoid pulled up the hose from the river and re-entered the object. The craft then became very bright and shot away horizontally into the sky.

THE PARANORMAL

The Paranormal is Hilarious - Until it Happens to You!

Posted: 29 Oct 2009 08:51 AM PDT

Two of my brothers live in New England. I visit them often. One of my brothers has a neighbor who is very nice but strictly a skeptic when it comes to anything paranormal. This neighbor will not allow anything considered paranormal or unknown to touch his thinking or understanding of the world and universe around him.

My brothers both live in the same small town where they are very social and well known. Often I have been to affairs with my brothers when this skeptical neighbor goes out of the way to make sure I am insulted or treated with a nasty slant concerning the fact I write about the paranormal.

Many times I have told this neighbor to simply not read what I write and to ignore what I say. I told this man more then once that he and his wife need to live their lives as they see fit and to allow others to do the same. I try to avoid them when I visit my brothers. They do go out of the way to track me down when I am in my brother’s town with the sole purpose of being rude with loud displays of their limited thinking and knowledge. I ignore them and at times just walk away from them without saying a word.

People like my brothers neighbors are a dime a dozen. They are loud, nasty and rude. They also are people who have never had any type of unknown, strange or paranormal event happen to them or anyone close to them. People like this always have the most to say about subjects they know nothing about.

My job is to write about those who live through experiences, events and encounter things considered unknown. My job is NOT to make people believe what I write. I do not worry about what close-minded, angry -limited people think. My job is to step over them on my way to get the events that do happen out to those interested in things we do not fully understand. My job is to talk about the things paranormal we do not understand that happen to people all over the world every day.

The last week of September I went to visit my brothers for a few days. One day as we were eating lunch on my brother’s patio the phone rang. It was his neighbor’s wife. She was terrified. She was not making sense, crying and completely beside herself. She insisted my brother come over and for him to bring me!

I did not know what to think of this call. I had no choice and drove over to the neighbor’s house with my brother.

We pulled into the neighbor’s driveway to find the neighbor, his wife and his wife’s

Sister sitting on the front porch waiting for us. The three of them were pale white with wide eyes. They sat backs up against the house so close to the wall that they appeared painted onto the house siding. I knew at once something had terrified the three of them.

As we walked up to them the neighbor pointed to the driveway. Their car sat in the driveway with the trunk popped open. The neighbor said, “ They took all the family photo’s “. I thought they must have been robbed but still could not figure out why they insisted I come along with my brother.

I walked up and stood in front of the three of them. All of a sudden the three of them burst out into sobbing tears. They were crying so hard I could not understand what they were saying. My brother and I immediately tried to comfort them so we could figure out what was going on.

We were able to get the three of them into their house and sat them down at their dining room table. My brother poured them a class of wine to try to calm them to a point we could understand what had happened.

We sat with the neighbor, his wife and her sister while they told us what had happened.

The three of them set off that morning for a short trip to the wife’s brother’s house about three hours away. They were bringing him part of the family albums that were left by their parents. The neighbor’s wife and her sister promised to share the albums with their brother and decided to drive over for a visit and to deliver his part of the family photos.

They set off early in the morning and recall driving along and entering the main highway in route to the brother’s house. That was all they could recall. Later in the day about lunch time the three of them woke up in the car. Actually the two sisters woke up or came to in the car. The man, the neighbor, recalls either getting into or out of the car as the two women woke up. He could not recall why he was out of the car or if he was getting out or getting back into it. The three of them were confused, dazed and did not know where they were. They all had terrible headaches. It took them a few minutes to come to their senses. They seemed to be pulled over into a rest stop but there was only empty road and forest around them. They looked at their watches and found that about four hours had lapsed since their last memories, which was riding along the highway to their brothers.

They had to drive for a few miles before they found a sign to get a sense of where they were. They found that they had driven miles out of the way, in the wrong direction, and had no idea at all how they got there or why they were there. They drove for about an hour before they were able to turn on to a main highway they were familiar with.

They were shaken and not feeling well. They turned off the main highway when they came upon a town they knew. They found a small restaurant they had eaten at before and pulled in to its parking lot to try to calm down.

The neighbor got out of his car and walked around it. The two sisters got out of the car as well as they were feeling sick from a strange odor that was drifting through out the car. They rolled down all the windows and opened the doors to air out the car.

The three of them were shocked at the condition of their vehicle. It was covered in mud and dirt. It was a beautiful day without a cloud in the sky. The car had been freshly washed for the trip to their brother’s house. They stood in stunned silence looking at their mud-covered car.

They bought coffee and donuts thinking it may help them clear their heads. They called their brother and told him they were not coming. They sat in the car drinking their hot coffee and nibbling on the donuts when the neighbor noticed something on his wife’s face. He thought it was a piece of donut and reached over to brush it away. He found instead an odd round bruise a bit raised on her face. They soon discovered each of them had a small bruise on their faces or necks.

The three of them now frightened and confused decided to take the most populated route back home to their house. When they arrived home they opened the trunk of the car to remove the over night bags they packed. That is when they realized that all the photo albums were gone. A huge box of family photos was missing. They had no memory of stopping much less opening the cars trunk. They had no idea what had happened. They still felt sick and had terrible pains in their heads. They did manage to reason out searching to see if they had left the box in the house. They searched the house; the photos were not there. They were shaken; sick and confused to what happened to them during the hours they lost on their way to their brothers.

The neighbor remembered seeing me in town and sent his wife to call to have me come over to help them understand what they had just encountered.

My brother and I calmed them down and went out to look at their car. It was covered in a heavy mud. It also looked as if it had a few new scratches along the one side. The trunk had two over night bags and nothing else in it. Their photos were nowhere to be found in the car. We did not smell anything odd in the car but did notice a bit of the mud on the dashboard by the drivers seat. We locked the car and returned to the house.

We stayed with the people for about three hours. I listened to them repeat over and over what happened to them with the missing hours being totally blank to all three of them.

My brother made them dinner and I told them to search for any odd items when they could in the car and their baggage. I told them to leave the bags for now in the car and for them to turn on lights at night and lock their house. I also told them to see a doctor in the morning if they were in pain or still suffering from their headaches.

I visited them the next day. The three of them seemed well. They also seemed frightened to death. Something happened to them during the hours they lost that were not explainable or known. They experienced a very typical encounter with a lost time event.

I have no idea what happened to them along that highway or how they ended up miles away in a deserted area without any memory of getting there. I have no idea why all three had strange bruises on their faces and necks and I have no idea why the only thing missing was the box of family photos. I do know I have heard many reports very similar to this one.

I have no idea what occurs during these lost time events. I do know it is a terrifying event that stays forever with those who endure them. I also know that this family will understand now that it is cruel and ignorant to abuse those who live through these experiences. What happened to them is unknown. What happened to them has happened to many other people all over the world. It would be wonderful if we could take this seriously and investigate what it is that occurs to and re locates these people during their lost time events.

I do fear that until more of us have a real experience with the unknown it will remain for many hilarious - until it happens to them.

So much to learn yet so many closed and dumbed down minds intentionally blocking us to the road of truth. Maybe in time enough people will walk the road of the unknown and their jokes will become their living nightmares. Maybe then we will join as one and use our intelligence to solve these mysteries instead of sitting like fools laughing at our own ignorance.
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Sounds like a typical abduction case!

This was from Phantoms and Monsters blog.

RICKY WILLS' INCREDIBLE REINCARNATION

Ricky Wills lives in the UK. He is an interesting man who caught my attention when I heard about his past life experience. I was able to interview Ricky about his remarkable experience with a past life event. This is Ricky’s story.

Ricky told me that he did not really have any thoughts one way or the other about Reincarnation or multiple life experiences until this event happened to him.

Ricky is a curious man who is always up for new experienced and adventures. Along his way in life Ricky came to know a man by way of a friend of a friend who used hypnotism as an aid to allow people to recall past lifetimes.

Ricky thought this would be interesting and agreed to be hypnotized to see if he was able to recall any of his past lives.

Ricky was not all that trusting that any of this could work and certainly did not know if it would work on him. The man who did the regressions was a small man, who did not seem able to handle the exercise involved in this past life regression, which involved the person being hypnotized to fall backwards while being caught, by the man doing the hypnotizing. Ricky standing 6ft 5” in height felt less than confident the short thin hypnotist carrying out the exercise could carry off the exercise of having him fall and catching him plus other practices used to create the state needed to bring him to the place where he could recall another life. Ricky went along with it all to see if the man could bring out a past life remembrance from the regression session.

Ricky does not recall the session other than coming out of it. He was surprised to learn he had a full recall of an entire other life!

Ricky told a detailed life of a man who died in 1892 in Tring England. His name was Edward Collins. He was 34 years old when he died. He had a wife and two children both girls. By trade Edward was a printer. He did not have a glamorous life. He was neither a rich man nor poor, just an average man for the time. Ricky told them during his regression that he remembered always being ashamed of his dirty stained fingers. Working as a printer he could never remove the ink from his hands and spent his life always trying to hide his black dyed fingers.

Ricky said he stepped in front of a horse drawn coal cart, which ran him over and died instantly in 1892 at the age of 34.

Ricky was astonished he gave so many exact details during his past life regression. He also was disappointed he did not recall being a King or famous person but a simple printer.

One incredible detail of the regression was that Ricky knew that when he was buried as Edward his wife at that time forgot to place a pin of hers in his coffin before they closed it. She was frantic about it and they had her toss the pin down when lowering the coffin into Edwards grave.

Instead of falling upon his coffin this pin missed its mark for a second time and ended up lying in the ground about a foot down in the ground on top of Edwards coffin. It has remained there all these years.

Time passed and Ricky and his present life wife seemed to forget about Ricky’s past life experience until they decided to take a small holiday near the town of Tring where the man Edward lived and died. Ricky could not resist the temptation and arranged to tour the town on their holiday.

The town of Tring did not seem at all overly familiar to Ricky. He did ask around and found that an old cemetery was located near to where they were staying. Ricky could not resist looking while in this town in the cemetery to see if by chance he could find a Edward Collins buried there around 1892.

Ricky and his wife walked about the graveyard looking at all the old worn out headstones when they soon came upon it. Right in front of them stood the headstone of Edward Collins- who died 1892 age 34. To say Ricky and his wife were stunned is an understatement.

Ricky stood there looking in shock. Was her really looking at himself, his old body? The sensation of it all was like nothing he experienced before He did not know if he wanted to laugh or cry- stand or sit.

Ricky dropped to his knees and start to dig. His wife was shocked and immediately began to question Ricky. “Ricky!” She gasped, “What in the world are you doing? Stop that” His wife bent down next to him while Ricky kept digging “ If this is all true that pin will be right here and I am going to find it. The worst thing will be a bit of dirt taken out that I will just shovel back in. I am going to dig down about a foot”

Ricky didn’t have to go the whole foot, about 10 inches down he found it. A very antique looking pin lying there in the dirt right where he predicted it would be during his regression. Ricky and his wife just stood there looking at the old dirty pin in Ricky’s hand and at each other.

Ricky keeps this pin in a box on his dresser in his bedroom. His wife does not feel right wearing it, they just hold on to it. Ricky’s adventure has been a life changing one. I have to say Ricky’s adventure has given me cause to think as well. I will never doubt those odd feelings I have been to a place before or recall a sight or smell I have never known before.

Ricky understands now why he has always had an obsession with keeping his hands clean. He also always feels as if his hands are dirty when they are not. Without question a carry over from the printers stained fingers.

Ricky is known to be overly concerned about crossing the street. In fact Ricky has been known to pull a few to safety who stepped into the road in a dangerous fashion. It all now seems to make sense to Ricky.

Thinking about this story made me realize why in my own life I fear height or recall the smell of wood burning in a fireplace as second nature when I have a gas fireplace in my home! We may all walk around with memories that are simply not of this life but part of our souls memory.

The picture of the pin above is the actual pin Ricky dug up that day!

Thanks to Chris Holly of Chris Holly's Paranormal World

ROBERT J. GRIBBLE

MY FRIEND ROBERT J. GRIBBLE
UFO REPORTING CENTER, DIRECTOR, RETIRED

Bob has been my friend since 1965 when I saw him speak at the Seattle Science Center. Dixie Lee Ray, previously governor of Washington State, but at that time head of the Science Center, invited him to speak at the Science Center, as well as a representative from the armed services.

At that time I was to discover the world I had been searching for since 1953 when a UFO was above our car at midnight on Highway 30 west of Pendleton, Oregon. I did not know even the word "UFO" so couldn't imagine what it was. However, it sent me on a search which lasted over 10 years. I knew there was something I didn't know but needed to. I went through different religions, philosophies, and spiritualism. Finally when I heard Bob speak I knew right then what it was I had been searching for.

During that time I was involved in a political party and when it came my time for the entertainment at the ladies luncheon I called and asked him to come and speak. Bob and his wife Gloria were very gracious to come and tell about what was happening about sightings of UFOs. That was the last time I went to the political party! I became a member of Bob's Board of Directors.

In 1954 Bob read an article in True Magazine. It interested him very much. He saw that a book was advertised called "Flying Saucers on the Attack" by Harold Wilkins from the UK. He ordered it and when it came he read it over and over again, losing precious sleep because he couldn't put it down. It triggered an interest in him he couldn't understand.

An advertisement in a magazine about a book store in New York that was selling Donald Kehoe's book, "Flying Saucers Are Real," elicited the same response. He would stay up all night reading that book over and over again.

In 1955 Bob decided to put out a publication, even though he had no experience at writing. He published it on his ancient printing machine and sent it to the news media. KING 5 in Seattle asked for an interview. After that people deluged him with enquiries and wanted to start an organization.

That is when Carol Honey came in to help him. Carol Honey was the ghost writer on George Adamski's book, "Flying Saucers Have Landed".
Bob started publishing 800 copies of 8 pages for his news letter. It just mushroomed! Even Jackie Gleason was taking his news letter!

Then in 1969 Bob became burned out. He threw all of his material into the land fill, pictures, reports and all. He had decided to quit.

At that time he had 5 children, a wife, and worked for the Seattle Fire Department. He never had a minute just to relax because even when he was at the FD he would write up his newsletter in his spare time. When he was home he would answer the "hot line" phone at all hours of the night so you can imagine why he became burned out.

In 1971 he got back into it. He subscribed to Lucius Farish's UFO news clipping service and another clipping service out of New York. This was during the 1973 "flap". At first they would deliver the clippings in fat manila folders but so many sightings were taking place they started sending them in boxes.

Bob decided his organization needed a name so he called it "Aerial Phenomena Research Group." He didn't know about the Aerial Phenomenal Research Organization in Tucson, Arizona, run by Coral and Jim Lorenzen. Very shortly he did because she contacted Bob and told him about their organization in no uncertain terms.

The Board of Directors of his organization consisted of members: Jim French (a radio announcer in Seattle), Verne Frese, a physicist, Bill Woods, expert in radar, Will and Mary Winquist, June Larson, and myself. I was the Publicity Director, arranging talks and appearances on the radio and television for Bob.

All of a sudden there was tremendous TV and newspaper coverage that he could hardly keep up with. He was giving talks to lots of people. He was not a skilled speaker but Jim French helped him by giving pointers and Bob read a lot, learning more and more about UFOs as he went along.

Bob sponsored speakers that were very well known at the time. A short list was: George Van Tassel, George Adamski, Dan Fry, and my friend, Sid Padrick. People in Seattle couldn't get enough. He would have persons lined up outside the theater trying to get in but there was no more room.

Again in 1994 he was burned out. He became disgusted with Dale G___ and Walt Andrus, head of MUFON at the time. Peter Davenport called him and asked to have the hot line transferred to his name. He would also take over the UFO Reporting Center. So Bob signed the papers and Peter Davenport took over.

Bob later became interested in fighting the influx of illegal aliens and again put out a newsletter which he sent all over the US to talk show hosts and the news media. All of this was at his own expense. He never heard back from one person so he decided to let what would happen happen. He is still interested in what is happening but is doing nothing more about any of it.

We still keep in touch often even though I have moved away from Seattle. I forgot to mention that during the time Bob had his scientific organization most organizations were not interested in abduction cases because they felt it was all hallucinations or mentally unbalanced persons that would have that kind of an experience. It broke my heart. So I decided to drop out and start my own organization specifically for abduction cases. That was in 1978. It lasted twenty years but by then the scientific organizations had finally taken an interest in the people and tried to help them.

I might mention that my dear friend Kalani Hanohano also became a member of Bob's board. Lan Roberts, a radio DJ at KJR had sent Kalani to me because I was best friends with his wife and he knew that I knew the UFO community and that is who Kalani wanted to find. That was in 1972. We have been friends ever since.

Bob is now 83 years old. His birthday is easy to remember, May 18, the day Mt. St. Helen's erupted.