IKE BISHOP

IKE BISHOP,

BOISE, IDAHO,
UFO AND ET INVESTIGATOR
WILL SPEAK AT APRG
AND SHOW A PRESENTATION
SEPTEMBER 11, 2010
CALVIN DENTON CONFERENCE ROOM
EMPIRE ELECTRIC
CORTEZ, COLORADO
6:00 PM

IKE BISHOP is a graduate of the CENTRAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION in Los Angeles. Upon graduation he was transferred to Las Vegas where he worked as a Private Investigator for 10 years. Rumors began to surface about a section of the Nellis AFB bombing and gunnery range called Area 51, and the possibility of UFOs being stored there. His interest piqued with the abundance of UFO sightings in the area around Las Vegas.

Ike Bishop began to study and research the subject of Unidentified Flying Craft, the possibility of Alien presence on our planet and nearby at AREA-51. Upon returning to his native Idaho in 1990, he joined the local MUFON group and soon became Chief Field Investigator and Idaho State Director for the MUTUAL UFO NETWORK. (Retired from MUFON in 1998)

Bishop is a scientific researcher and consultant and has done investigations for The National UFO Reporting center. He lectures widely, has done 10 radio talk shows, and appeared in 17 television documentaries and news programs appearing twice on the nationally syndicated show 'SIGHTINGS' and once on the FOX TV show 'CURRENT AFFAIR'. He is the creator/promoter of the Alamo Nevada Conference held each year next to the Top Secret Base, known as Area-51. Bishop is a lead Investigator of the Desert Skies Research Team, and West Coast Investigator for Crop Circles.

Bishop will show pictures never before seen by the public.

For more information call: 970-739-6383.

What Really Happened in the 1979 Dulce Firefight?

Phil Schneider, supposedly one of three people who survived the 1979 Dulce firefight between the large Greys, US intelligence and military at the Dulce underground base, was found dead on January 1996, due to what was said to be an execution style murder. He was found dead in his apartment with a piano wire wrapped around his neck. According to some sources, it appeared that he repeatedly suffered torture before he was finally killed. You can read his story here - The Mysterious Life and Death of Philip Schneider. There have been numerous questions surrounding Schneider, in particular his motives and state of mind. Seven months prior to his death, he stated the following during a lecture:

"To give you an overview of basically what I am, I started off and went through engineering school. Half of my schooling was in that field and I built up a reputation for being a geological engineer, as well as a structural engineer with both military and aerospace applications. I have helped build two main bases in the United States that have some significance as far as what is called the New World Order. The first base is the one at Dulce, New Mexico."

"Back in 1954, under the Eisenhower administration, the federal government decided to circumvent the Constitution of the United States and form a treaty with alien entities. It was called the 1954 Greada Treaty, which basically made the agreement that the aliens involved could take a few cows and test their implanting techniques on a few human beings, but that they had to give details about the people involved. An insider's account of the treaty meeting is posted here - President Eisenhower's Close Encounter at Holloman AFB. Slowly, the aliens altered the bargain until they decided they wouldn't abide by it at all. Back in 1979, this was the reality, and the fire-fight at Dulce occurred quite by accident. I was involved in building an addition to the deep underground military base at Dulce, which is probably the deepest base. It goes down seven levels and over 2.5 miles deep. At that particular time, we had drilled four distinct holes in the desert, and we were going to link them together and blow out large sections at a time. My job was to go down the holes and check the rock samples, and recommend the explosive to deal with the particular rock. As I was headed down there, we found ourselves amidst a large cavern that was full of outer-space aliens, otherwise known as large Greys. I shot two of them. At that time, there were 30 people down there. About 40 more came down after this started, and all of them got killed. We had surprised a whole underground base of existing aliens. Later, we found out that they had been living on our planet for a long time, perhaps a million years. This could explain a lot of what is behind the theory of ancient astronauts."

What was the Dulce firefight...really? From information I have gathered, in 1979, a Grey was giving a lecture to an unknown determined number of scientists. During the lecture, a security officer came into the area with a sidearm on his belt. It was strictly forbidden to carry any weapons of any kind anywhere in the vicinity of the Greys. The security officer was instantly killed by the Grey. Other security personnel, witnessing what was happening in that room on the security cameras, came to retaliate. The Grey, according to the information, allegedly killed everybody. The manner in which the Grey killed these people has not been disclosed but was noted that the cause of deaths were 'head wounds'. The approximate number killed was just over 60 scientists and security.

Because of the nature of the sources, I believe the story to be essentially true though most of the information is third hand. It was, for the most part, an unfortunate accident and was classified as such.

Phil Schneider's interpretation of the event involved him which, from what I have gathered, is not true. Schneider stated in the lecture "...I got shot in the chest with one of their weapons, which was a box on their body, that blew a hole in me and gave me a nasty dose of cobalt radiation. I have had cancer because of that." He tells a very good 'story', but embellishes the facts as is the case in many of his recollections. I'm not saying that he is completely without fact, but it's hard to discern the truth when so much hyperbole is added.

What is the status of Dulce Base today? Your guess is as good as mine but strange activity has been seen and documented over the years. I covered some of the theories here - Dulce Conference Ends / The Dulce Report which includes the full 'UFO Hunters' Dulce investigation episode.

NOTE: the following is an excellent article on underground bases - Underground Bases, Missing Children and Extra-Terrestrials What You Need to Know for Your Future. What are your thoughts on Dulce in particular and underground bases in general?..Lon

Sources:
www.illuminati-news.com
www.subversiveelement.com
www.ufodigest.com
www.thewatcherfiles.com
www.greadatreaty.com

From Phantoms and Monsters Blog

ANOTHER VERSION OF BRIAN SCOTT'S CASE

The March 14, 1971 "abduction"

While camping on the Arizona desert around 9:00 p.m., the subject and a friend are levitated into a 200-foot diameter, saucer-shaped UFO.

The subject finds himself and witness in a small room paralyzed and unable to resist. Suddenly several 7-foot tall beings enter and undress them both, then take them in opposite directions down a curving hallway. The beings are ugly, with sloping shoulders, crocodile scaled skin, elephant-like feet, and hands with three fingers and a recessed thumb. Supported by two beings, the subject seems to glide rather than walk. Heavy fog or mist is everywhere.

They stop at a door with an insignia on it. There are blinking lights at the top and sides. when touched by one of the beings, the door seems to explode, and the subject moves into a very bright room. After actually walking some distance he is placed against a curving wall, from which he is unable to move. The wall lights up, and he feels pleasant.

Two of the 7-foot beings station themselves at consoles of some kind, and a third stands beside a pole on which there is a movable box with many tiny colored blinking lights, and two large intense lights. One of these large lights holds the subject's eyes in a fixed gaze; the other is apparently some sort of biological probe. The subject experiences a series of uncomfortable if painless sensations from his feet upward; he senses he is bleeding; he urinates; he feels water run from his stomach; he feels his chest opened and he thinks his heart has left his body briefly; finally his head feels "pulled" violently. Then everything stops, and shortly the lights on the box go off.

The subject senses that the intense lights on the box are connected with blinking lights which seem to traverse a clear cable leading from the moving box to the pole, and perhaps up the pole to another level.

The subject detects a distinct unpleasant odor. Then from across the room out of the fog comes a 9-foot being, like the others only larger. He approaches the subject, who is frightened but calms suddenly when the being places his huge hand on the subject's head. The 9 footer apparently communicates telepathically with the subject, without moving his mouth. A message is communicated to the subject. Then the subject experiences an out-of-the body trip.

The message is a combination of vague philosophical statements, general information about the alien's origin and purpose, and a promise that they will return. The aliens seem to the subject to be clones of a central host intelligence in the form of a vast on-board computer. The host once had humanoid form, but now can either inhabit the computer or materialize as a humanoid. There is a large lab on the second floor of the UFO where young clones are grown in cylinders. The ship is "checking the original biological plantation" on earth!

The subject's telepathic trip is through future time to the aliens' home, a harsh, purplish world, domed, with two suns. However rugged its geography, the subject senses that it is a very happy place.

On the way to the aliens' home, the subject views earth during a future war - bright flashes apparently signify total atomic destruction (Dates given for this "doomsday" range from April 3, 1985 to December 24, 2011.)

The subject is taken from the wall and returned down the curving hall to the small room where he meets his friend, who looks weak and ashen. They dress and then are floated to the ground. The stumble around in the darkness until they find their camp. About two hours has passed. Neither remembers what has happened, but, frightened and disoriented, they frantically throw all their gear into their truck and race home.

BRIAN SCOTT ABDUCTION CASE

My Transforming Encounter

By William Hamilton III

In 1976, urged by my good friend John Maxfield, we searched for a man named Brian Scott who claimed he had been abducted six times. This was an amazing claim in that year and we were glad when we finally located Brian through writer Jim Frazier.

On his 16th birthday he saw a glowing orange ball of light come down from the sky to within a foot of where he stood, then it darted skyward, leaving the youthful Brian dumbfounded. The ball of light returned on many occasions, and on one particular night it came into his house and passed in front of a dresser mirror. Its reflection could not be seen in the mirror. Brian grabbed a broom and tried to bat the ball out of the house.

Brian's first encounter with alien entities took place on the night of March 14, 1971 near Apache Junction, Arizona. Apache Junction is located near the haunting Superstition Mountains. Brian lost two hours of time the night of the first encounter.

As we studied Brian and the remarkable automatic writings and drawings he executed while in a state of trance, we were drawn into his circle more and more as if under the influence of a growing vortex.

In December of 1976, Brian and Jim Frazier set off for Peru and Bolivia. Brian was instructed by the mysterious being, Voltar, to go to Tiahuanaco and the Marcahuasi Plateau and stand inside the Portal del Sol, the Gate of the Sun. Marcahuasi is a unique mountain top, geologically unlike any of the surrounding Andes, located 80KM north east of Lima, Peru. Brian found he could not comply with the request made by Voltar because the Gate of the Sun was encircled by a fence and posted with a guard to preserve this ancient monument from prying hands.

Brian was told that if he reached out with his hands and touched the ancient stone blocks, he would make contact with Voltar, mind-to-mind, and be able to perceive the ancient past of Tiahuanaco. Brian did this, only standing in the portal to the ruins of the Temple of Kalasasaya. He allegedly passed on to a higher state of mind and underwent a transformation from Brian to Brian-Voltar for a period of weeks.

My job as a fledgling MUFON field investigator was to gather the facts and interview witnesses and make reports all with an objective frame of mind. Unfortunately, this ideal situation just doesn’t exist and one becomes entangled like a quantum particle with the phenomena one is investigating.

When a group of us went to LAX to meet Brian and Jim at the end of December and welcome them back home, I was unprepared for subsequent events. When Brian-as-Voltar came through customs, the inspector asked him if he was high and the overshadowing personality of Voltar now speaking through Brian in what appeared to be a normal state and not in trance replied that he was high on love. This did not sit well with the inspector and he asked further where Brian was from and when the reply came that he was from Epsilon Eridani, the inspector was baffled and asked if that was anywhere near Pasadena, California! It was hilarious.

When we sat down to have coffee, Brian, who was an inveterate smoker, never touched a cigarette and talked about eating flowers. It was as if one person went to Bolivia and another one returned in his place wearing the same body. Voltar as Brian would look around and remark on something he could see happening on the other side of a wall which is something we could not do.

As my friend John Maxfield drove me back to Los Angeles on the San Diego freeway and we passed Santa Monica Bay I noticed a large object hovering in the clouds above the bay that had an orange glow outlining its bulk. I asked John to exit the freeway at the next turnoff so I might get a better look at it with my binoculars.

John drove us off the freeway to a residential side street where he parked. I got out of the car fast as I was afraid the mysterious object would fly away. I looked carefully at the object through my binoculars and determined that it was cylindrical in shape. As I peered through the magnifying lenses, a bright red light similar to a red laser seemed to emanate from the side of this object and enter my glasses and triggered something in my brain as if a “door opened”. I put down the binoculars and told John that we should get back in the car and drive to our usual hangout, Denny’s coffee shop remarking that Hector would be there. By the time we got there it was around 2 am.

As we sat around a booth, Hector walked through the front door and joined us to talk. I had been saying some strange things since seeing the light, and I had everyone’s attention. John wondered where I was getting this information from, and I could not tell him with any certainty.

As the days of January passed, and we had at least two encounters with strange men, and as we progressed in the study of the strange drawings that Jim Frazier gave us , we divined one revelation after another, and my mental processing seemed to accelerate so that I was soon doing high speed calculations in competition with electronic calculators, and able to read whole phrases written in Latin or Greek. The efficiency of my mental processing, the frequency of synchronicities that occurred, and the paranormal experiences all started to accelerate until I, myself, went into a catatonic state and later into a period of 8 days where I had full dimensional visions of the cosmos from the beginning of our universe (or one of its beginnings) to the present day and far into the future. I spent a total of 22 days in this accelerated altered state of mind that literally changed my life and had an impact on my family and friends.

The recounting of all the details of this experience that happened in early 1977 would require a book which I once attempted to write and may one day. Suffice to say that I learned the visions of the future to be partly symbolic and a few of these have come to pass and convinced me that these visions were not just hallucinations with no basis in reality. One of the visions involved the drying up of oil from just beneath the surface of the earth as our demands increased resulting in more earthquake activity because I could see the oil acting as a lubricant. There is more to come, and I saw the days get darker, much darker filling with clouds and destruction. Then, there was an abrupt transition, and a new day dawned on earth. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, people were smiling, and communicating non-verbally as well as verbally. Will this all come to pass? If so, when? These are questions I cannot answer even to this day.

For those of you who would like to read more about the Brian Scott story, please link to http://www.lastufo.info/ and you will also be able to read Chapter 2 from my book Alien Magic on the strange saga of Brian Scott. You can visit my website at: http://www.astrosciences.info/ and read some of my essays.

STORY #2

The most remarkable abductee I met and investigated was Brian A. Scott, a design engineer who underwent six abductions over a period of five years. I first met Brian in 1976 and was impressed by the amount of data he allegedly received from beings from another solar system. This was unlike other cases I had studied in the volume of data that Brian supplied far exceeded the norm.

Brian had first seen a strange ball of light on his 16 birthday, on October 12, 1959. The glowing orange ball came to within a foot of him, then darted skyward, leaving the youthful Brian dumbfounded. The ball of light returned many times later, and on one occasion Brian tried to repel the ball from his house using a broom stick.

Brian's first encounter with alien entities took place on the night of March 14, 1971, near Apache Junction, Arizona. Apache Junction is located near the haunting Superstition Mountains. Brian lost two hours of time the night of the first encounter.

Brian had gone out to Apache Junction that night about 9 PM with his friend Nick Corbin to look for a good range for target shooting with a pistol. He had left the main highway and followed a dirt road for a quarter of a mile. He then parked his car to have a look around. His attention was riveted by the sound of an animal in the distance, but he could not see the animal. As he looked above the Superstition peaks, he was amazed to see a glowing oval object hovering above the mountains. He began to realize that what he was seeing was not a conventional plane or helicopter as it was too large and had a "funny kind of glow around the thing."

The object began to move toward Brian and, as it did, his first thought was to run back to his car and leave the area as fast as he could. Before he could move, the object positioned itself directly over his head and appeared now so large that it filled the sky above him.

The next sensation Brian felt was that of being lifted into the air. Fruitlessly, he reached out to grab something to maintain balance. A feeling of hysteria overcame him. He was being pulled upward by an invisible force through a doorway and was deposited in an outer corridor of a craft where he could feel the mixing of warm and cool air. He could see the lights of Phoenix directly behind him.

When Brian turned in the doorway, he was astonished to see that his friend Nick Corbin had also been lifted aboard this object. The two of them could only stare at each other. Brian could see some bright light coming from the interior of the craft.

Suddenly a door seemed to explode open and Brian could see four silhouettes framed in the light of the open interior hatch. Two of the creatures approached Nick and two approached Brian. Within seconds the creatures began to undress both Nick and Brian. Nick started a struggle to resist the creature's efforts. Brian, seeing any resistance as futile, cooperated with the creatures and finished undressing himself. Nick passed out as the creatures took him off in one direction, and then took Brian in a separate direction.

Brian was taken for a short walk and then turned to the left where he faced another door with a symbol on it. The creature on Brain's left reached out and touched the center of the symbol on the door, and the door opened.

The creatures were described as being 7 and a half feet tall, gray in color, with skin that reminded Brian of the skin of an elephant, with large hands and a very bulky body. Their hands ended in 3 fingers and an oddly bent thumb. The creatures seemed calm and certain of what they were doing.

Brian was led to an inner room, taken to the wall where the creatures then released their hold on Brian. It was at that time that Brian thought about bolting for the door to effect his escape, yet he felt restrained to the wall by an invisible force. Brian found that he could only follow the movements of the creatures with his eyes as they stepped behind a rectangular lighted console. While this occurred, an intense beam of light was directed at him from a box attached to a pole that ran from floor to ceiling. A cable ran from the box up the pole. Another creature stood behind the box, manipulating it.

Brian noticed that the entire room was filled with a mist and he could smell an odor he described as that of dirty socks. The mist or vapor seemed to linger on the creature's skin and was absorbed by it.

The box was lowered to the floor, at which time Brian could feel the sensation of warm and cold fluids running up and down his legs. He distinctly got the feeling he had urinated, and he felt strange in the pit of his stomach as the light of the box played over his body. As the light shone in his eyes, it caused a numbing sensation and gave Brian a headache. At this point, the creature extinguished the light and departed through a doorway, at which time another creature entered the room. This new creature was taller than the others, almost nine feet tall!

The new creature approached Brian and placed his hand on top of Brian's head. Brian felt as if thousands of thoughts were rushing into his mind. Brian asked the creature who he was and what he wanted. Brian could hear the creature reply, but its speech was rapid and slurred. The creature replied again, this time at a slower rate and in perfect English, saying, "There will be no pain of this." At this time all pain fled from Brian's body. He continued to ask the creature who he was, where he was from, and what he wanted. The creature replied, "I will tell you, and I will show you." Then Brian got the sensation of leaving the craft as if its walls melted away. He saw a holographic-type projection of domed cities on the surface of an alien planet. The creature explained that this was his old home planet before its destruction, and before the time of the virus that had mutated and killed his people. The hulky creatures were not as they appeared to be, but were wearing a projected "cloak of sorrow" in memory of the days of those who had gone before them. The cloak was also a biological shield against contaminants.

After the projected image disappeared, Brian found himself free from restraint and could move freely again. As the creature turned to leave, Brian still demanded to know who the creature was. At this point the creature turned to face Brian and said, "I lift the veil of projection." Brian saw the creature in his true form as a human being about seven feet tall with long red hair and piercing blue eyes. The being further said, "I am Voltar," then left the room.

Brian was escorted back to the first corridor where he had entered the craft. There he saw his friend Nick Corbin once again, and his crumpled clothes were left for him to dress. In a gentle motion Brian was lifted into the air and deposited back on the desert where he began to walk, looking for help. He noticed a light on the ground, which he discovered to be his own flashlight that he had dropped when he first sighted the UFO. As he returned to his car, he could remember clearly everything that had just happened. Later, after turning on his car radio and discovering it was now 11:10 PM, and that he had been out and away from his car for two hours, he began to forget. Brian had over an hour's drive to get home to where he lived in Glendale. By the time he arrived home, he could only remember seeing a strange light in the sky.

Brian had five subsequent abductions with the last abduction occurring on June 22, 1976. Brian went through a post-abduction phase involving trances, automatic writings and drawings, and an experience of transformation on December 22, 1976, at the ruins of Tioahuanaco, Bolivia. After that time he was given ten projects to accomplish and has quietly disappeared to work on these projects to be culminated by December 25, 2011!
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Since this article was written Linda Moulten Howe wrote a long article on Brian Scott and an update on his activities.

Some of you may remember this article(s) from my first blog "UFO Experiences". It was presented in April 2005. For newcomers it will be enlightening.

THE LIGHT-BEINGS.

The Biographical story of Extraterrestrial Contact of Artist Christian Fedor Flores-Cordova

The Hooded Beings and the river.

As I felt the panic course through my body, I couldn’t help but to submit to my instinct to survive and struggle for air and with every desperate attempt to inhale, I would fill my lungs with more of the river’s water. I could feel my lungs extending, getting fuller and tighter and my chest becoming stiffer and stiffer as they could not respond to my asphyxiating demand for air.


With my last attempt to breathe for one last time came the realisation that it was pointless to continue to fight this unwinnable situation and a calm tranquillity that I have not felt since overcame me. As my body became motionless I tilted my head towards the surface of the water and could see the last bubbles of air escaping me, leaving me forever.

I could see the sunshine’s rays pierce the waters surface as I submerged ever slowly when suddenly a warm and disembodied voice spoke into my mind and said “remember this…”

Then in what I can only describe to be my 7 year old life played in my mind’s eye at great speed just like a movie in reverse, my consciousness or my perception was immersed in another reality in time yet it was nonetheless intelligible and I could at the same time focus on specific points of my life and see in precise detail what was going on and all still in reverse.

All manner of memories came flooding my mind, memories of my dead father as he picked me up as an infant came to me clear as the day it happened, all this filled with every single nuance of feeling, love and care that he had for me as he would place me in my cot and would caress me goodnight, memories of my brothers Carol and Sebastian crying, playing and curiously enough pretending if that’s the right word that the dinner table was an imaginary flying vehicle as well as when my grandmother Tixia would be carrying and biting my face every time she felt the need to express her total adoration of my plump complexion.

The time when me and my older brother spent almost two years at the so called “City of Children” which was the name given to the largest orphanage in the City. We were there for most of the week and spent the weekends at my grandmothers house because my mother had nowhere to live together with all of us, she was forced to leave us there at the behest of a man that many years later I found to have played a hand in the disappearance of my father.

The first day that I was left there at the orphanage, my older brother and I were taken there together but my brother was left in a different part of the orphanage. I was brought to play with other children that were seated in a circle in the grass with another lady that was probably a teacher or supervisor.

I recall that a few meters from where we were, there was a very large corn farm and all I could see was corn growing and old, dry and very tall tree in the distance. I was wondering what was this clapping game that they were playing and my mother slowly walked away form the circle of children and myself.

The terrifying nights when I was being tortured by some unknown boogie man that would hide under the bed and would pull my hair as I was trying to fall asleep. I guess very oddly it came through the window and pulled me through it and returned me almost immediately back onto the top bunk in the dorm.

There were about 50 other children in that dormitory. The fear and shock was obvious in the faces of all the other children because they were all awakened by this event for they all heard the strident squeal of what ever that thing was that pulled me through the window had made. All the children agreed next morning that it was a witch.

This made such an impact on all the other children that they told the teachers and so I was told to sleep on the opposite side of the dorm where there were no windows. I continued being harassed by some strange being but not as violently as that particular time and the bunk that I had used was from that point on always empty.

But there were several memories of those days as an infant that never made sense until now.
Yet the earliest memory of my encounters with these strange beings happened in the first house that we as a family occupied, which was the house where I last saw my father alive.

There were these memories that as I said never made much sense in the context of my life until I began researching in earnest the subject of extraterrestrial contact.

Memories of small beings entering my room as a child of 4 years of age now made sense. I was there, in bed quivering like a leaf feeling wave after wave of fear travel up and down my body in the dark waiting for them. I knew they were coming again, as I lay waiting in almost hysterical fear. I could not make sense how, just how, they or from where it was, that they were getting into the room. The door was closed but they were still getting into the room. The room would become cold and my panic would surge as I knew that they were coming, the little dark beings dressed in monk robes, beings smaller than me, they were no taller than 3 foot, their shoulders and heads were not much higher than the bed. They didn’t seem to have disproportioned bodies, they were simply small.

As I laid there waiting for another visitation I would become paralysed with the most excruciating fear that I have ever known.

With that, a climatic apex of fear, I would realize that they have arrived. I could see them walking into the faintly lit room which was normally filled with ambient light from the outside through the window. Dark short figures would begin emerging through the walls of my room accompanied by an eerie blue glow, moving rather oddly, fast as well as in a slow haze. At this point the fear would be so great that you wish to yell yet you can’t or perhaps they were rendering me incapable of doing so.

But no matter how much I wanted to struggle free of this unknown and unseen force that detained my body I could not break free or even move a finger. All I could do was to continue breathing and move my eyes. My eyes was literally the only part of my body I knew I could still excerpt some control over. So I would watch them, I would watch them get closer and closer to the edge of my bed and observed them shuffle closer and yet I knew they were walking. They would appear to take almost no time in doing all of this as if time would compress and decompress in spurts producing hazy sections in my perception of them and the event as if somehow something was wrong with my perception of time.

As they would come closer they would begin by lifting their globed hands and to my immense panic and fear, they would place them on my stomach and abdomen area. The sensation of extremely cold hands was what has allowed me to remember these events. It was their excruciatingly cold hands touching my abdomen that has to this day stuck and is forever in my memory.

The experiences with these beings was so terrifying and had me in such a panic stricken way that I would not dare sleep in that room without leaving the door open and the light on, yet they would still come and no one would know.

I thought that maybe if my dog Laica; a beautiful female German shepherd would stay in the room while I slept there the experiences would stop and that my dog would somehow stop them from coming into the room, at least that was my plan.

And so I asked my mother if I could sleep with the dog in my room, I explained to her with my child’s language that I could not sleep because there was things coming at night and would pull my bed covers off of me and would grab me with their cold hands and that I could not take it anymore. My mother thought that most probably I was just having nightmares and that she better amuse me by letting me have the dog in the room once or twice.

So I brought my German shepherd into the room after having a bath with my younger brother Sebastian. He was still a baby and needed to sleep with my mother. But anyhow I set the dog next to me in the bed. I was glad to see that my dog was very much enjoying the nicer bedding arrangement to its usual dog house.

I made sure that the door was still open when my mother switched the light off and kissed me good night with the sleeping dog by my side, and she said “sleep with angels my darling."

I fell asleep comfortable that nothing would happen, yet suddenly I awoke in the middle of the night with my dog growling like never before at something and I’m immobilised from head to toe but my dog was up and off the bed and on my left side of the bed closer to the door.

As I felt them closer my dog gave a very loud yelp and became totally silent. And the panic exploded in my mind and along with my dog’s hysterical alarm their cold hands began once again penetrating my body and the cold feeling was so unbearable that I passed out loosing consciousness and fading with the echo of my dog’s yelp.

As I awoke next morning to the realisation that it did not work, I tried to bring my dog into the room for another attempt but it would leave as soon as everyone in the house was quiet and sleeping. The beings continued terrorizing me for what I believe was another four times until I could not bare it any longer and I asked my mother to let me sleep in the bunk bed above my older brother Carol who is one year older than me.

My mother thinking that perhaps there could be a haunting in the house and obviously in that room, so she took the crucifix from her necklace chain and handed it to me to wear while I slept, telling me that she was sure that this would stop the monsters coming. I guess that my mother being a Catholic thought that this was the best way to deal with an unwanted spirit.

She hoped that God’s protection would keep me from being terrorized at night and that it would keep these creatures as I described them to her at bay and away from her children. A troublesome spirit was the last thing my mother wanted considering that we were already living a nightmare as the country’s government had just been taken over by a corrupt military junta and the country had been declared under martial law and political activism would be stomped out by force, which we experienced first hand.

As a child I had no idea why my father was not at home during this particular time and only remembered him coming and going from the house, but the memory of the last night that he was with us, was still in my mind even without the help of this near drowning yet I waited many years for his return.

But as I fell asleep tightly gripping the crucifix in my hand hoping that from this night I would get some rest from the visitations. I made myself comfortable in the top bunk bed, feeling enthusiastic that if these were evil spirits they would be afraid to come now that I had a crucifix.

That night I remember being someplace else with other children and being taught strange things, but these teachings made little sense to me, until now.

The next morning the crucifix was gone and to my great distress and anxiety I never did find it again, even though I searched the bunk beds and the bedroom all morning until I could no longer. Even though I had lost the only thing that so far could stop my nocturnal distress, the visitations seemed to have stopped or at least I had lost all notions of them occurring again.

But as I moved closer and closer to the very start of my life I was shown or I saw the day when I learned to walk for the first time. It is strange it is not like I wanted to walk, I was there crawling as my mother had put me down on the floor at the entrance of my grandfathers apartment. I crawled and just got myself up and began walking just like that and I guess it was a highlight for myself as a baby and then as I continued moving closer to the very beginnings of my life, I could see myself being carried around in the arms of my mother’s mum my beloved grandmother Tixia. And now even closer to the beginning I could hear myself talking saying ‘I must become many, I must become hundreds, I must become thousands, I must become ….” And that was the stark feeling that I had in what I can only say was my baby’s mind.” This to me was so very odd.

Why would I be saying that in the first place, except I would hear it once again much later in my life.

As I recalled this entire sequence of events not only the most important events are exposed to me but everything else and I mean everything, all the nuances, just as having a Video Cassette Player, rewind your life and watch it as it happened. I do believe that this event in my life, and where it happened, hold a great significance to me which I would later come to discover.

This river where I was drowning had another unusual event for me. It took place almost 12 months before the near drowning. During the previous school holidays we had come to enjoy this part of the country with my mother, south of the capital, and towards the mountains back in the late 70’s was called “El Manzano “. It was a very beautiful area filled with small narrow valleys and cliffs it was on the skirts of the pre-Andes mountains. I was there with my younger brother Sebastian, my mother and her brother Luis, and some neighbors. We had a nice day, the weather was beautiful and we ate our lunch with my uncle because the tent needed to be set up, so my uncle said that he would do that and since we had kind of arrived in the afternoon it was better that me and my brother Sebastian would go and gather some dry wood to start a small campfire so that we can make tea later once the sun starts to set.

As my brother and I set off to search for wood we walked for about half an hour down river where it merged with the much larger white-water causeway which separated the small valley area where we were, with the sloping skirt of a small a mountainside. We got to the rapids edge, and we found quite a lot of dry wood in this area in between the rocks near the river. All of a sudden on the other side of the river movement caught my attention. I turned to look at it and to my surprise and utter shock was a very large wild puma.

It appeared to be very agitated and seemed that it really wanted to come near us but the river was in its way. It paced back and forth like a house cat that wants to go out the door but we assumed that this large cat wanted to get a taste of me and my brother. It stopped pacing and gave me a deep stare across the water and it loudly roared in anger, and immediately we screamed “run!!!” We ran back to the tent as fast as our legs could carry us. We ran the entire way nearly pissing our pants with fright.


I recall my uncle Luis carrying me on his shoulders while he would kneel in the rock pool which by the way was much deeper than my body’s total length so this was a cause for great concern for me because I was not used to swimming in deep water anyways. This didn’t seem to bother my uncle one little bit as he persisted to make me drink gulps of water with every dip he took. Thanks to my lucky stars he grew bored and allowed me to get away from this sadistic game he was playing with me because I was not laughing.

Suddenly I saw my mother a few meters from where I was. She was chatting away with a group of ladies in bikinis that she appeared to know. I rushed to say hello to my mother for I was really missing her since I had not seen her almost from the time that we had arrived on the chartered bus at this vacation area. I guess she was sick of hearing us complaining on the bus during the trip to this summer spot. I saw that she was smoking a cigarette with these other ladies and seemed very interested in what they were talking about I noticed that one of the ladies was my auntie, the wife of my father’s older brother, her name was Monica. I asked my mother if I could hang around her for a little while. She said that she and the ladies wanted to go into the river and continued chatting but warned me not to come to swim in that area where she was going because it was very deep and really stressed it that I should not come to swim there. She and her companions proceeded to walk closer to the edge of the river. My mother said one last time “don’t come to swim over here is dangerous.” Well I thought I guess I better return to where I left my uncle Luis. But he was also very much enjoying the company of some other young men that apparently he knew because he seemed rather happy to see them there as well.

So I decided to go to the rivers edge as well, I sat on a large submerged rock for a while but the rivers current was making me move to the next rock with quite a lot of force but I thought I could still manage to sit on the rocks in the water. Suddenly the rock where I was sitting rolled with the current and made me loose my balance and the current began to drag me further down the river closer to the area where my mother had warned me about. No matter what I tried I couldn’t stop my self from being carried down stream. All of a sudden I realised where I was, I could not feel the river’s floor.

Light being that presented me with a vision

This is the first chapter of a book Christian Fedor Flore-Cordova is writing about his contact with alien beings. Taken off of Face Book without permission.

UFO ABDUCTION IN PUERTO RICO

In Puerto Rico there have been reported various cases of women whom assure that they have been abducted by extraterrestrials. They also assure that during their abduction they have been raped with the purpose of creating a new race among them and, also, among us. Annually thousands of UFO abductions have been reported, leaving the local authorities with an incomplete mystery.

In relation to this subject, a question arises: Could the real reason for these abductions be for the purpose of conducting genetic experiments?

Delia, a Puerto Rican woman, is just one of many women who have been abducted by a UFO. Delia is married and has two other children, one is 16 years old and the other 5.

The following is a narration of Delia's extraordinary experience. She tells us how she was abducted, got pregnant by an extraterrestrial, and finally gave birth to a child which she describes as "half human and half extraterrestrial."

Here is her story.

One day during the month of October, a friend and I were at a Yoga Center. In this place various yoga activities are celebrated and also people go there to meditate. It was 7:30 p.m. when my friend and I decided to retire and go to sleep. Then, all of a sudden somebody put their hand on my face. I couldn't see who it was because the room was dark. Suddenly, I was suspended in the air flying towards a direction that was totally unknown to me. While I was being transported in the air, I could see below myself houses and trees. At that moment I was so scared that I couldn't move, speak or scream. I calculate that the time had elapsed while I was being transported was approximately from 7:30 p.m. to 5:00 a.m. I was in my room when I woke up at 5:00 a.m. Immediately, I started vomiting and all my body was in terrible pain. After a while, I felt a little better and I went to talk to Swami, who is the director of the Yoga Center. I told him how terrible I felt and what had happened to me. He told me to go back to my room and sleep until 12:00 noon and that when I woke up I would feel much better, which happened.

After this I was left with a strange sensation which is difficult to explain. One of the sensations was in my vaginal (area), the other was in my mind... my way of thinking. Before I didn't give too much importance to the simple things that surrounded me, and now all of a sudden I began to notice how beautiful the sky was and also feeling a great amount of love towards other people. In other words, my life had changed completely.

Time passed by and it was already December - three months after my extraordinary experience. During these three months, I had noticed that my period occurred every 50 days, not every 27 days, or so, as would normally happen. Also, my stomach had enlarged just a little. Time passed by and then I had another encounter with a UFO. Suddenly, I found myself in a metallic room where there were 12 small men (not human) all dressed in grey. In this room I was lying in a metallic bed where I can clearly remember giving birth to a child, just like a normal birth to this child, because my two other children had been born by Cesarean. Then suddenly I fell asleep. when I woke up I saw one of the extraterrestrials with a child in his arms. When I saw this child something deep inside of me told me he was my child, but I also remember being afraid. I remember telling one of the extraterrestrials that I considered this child strange (because he was "half human and half" extraterrestrial). Also, I can remember telling myself that even though this child was strange I had to accept and love him because he was my child. Also, the way he looked at me and the expression on his face confirmed this to me. After a moment, the extraterrestrial brought the child to me so that I could hold him.

Even though I know he belongs to me, I cannot have him. And, because of this, my pain and sorrow cannot go away. They told me that he could not live with me because he could not eat the food that we human beings eat. While I held him in my arms I didn't want to let him go. I held him very tight. Then the extraterrestrials took him away from me and escorted me to the entrance of the flying saucer.

After these two experiences, I have had two more. The other two occurred when they brought me the child so that I could be with him. They do so by transporting me by air, holding the child in my arms. While I am being transported, I have noticed that they make like a certain experiment with me. I remember feeling fear, like if the child would just fall right out of my arms. I suppose that they do this to see how mother human beings instincts are towards their children.

At the present, my two children have also had UFO experiences. They both have developed a certain kind of mental abilities and presently are being studied by them. I can't help worrying that probably one of these days my children can also be abducted..

By Willie Durand Urbina, Puerto Rican Research Group.

FREDERICK VALENTICH

The Frederick Valentich Incident

Posted: 12 Aug 2010 09:53 AM PDT

The Frederick Valentich Incident is probably the most significant UFO encounter in Australia. This account involves a young 20 year old pilot, Frederick Valentich, who filed a flight plan at Moorabin for a night flight to King Island where he was to pick up some friends and then fly back. King Island is in the Bass Strait between Australia and Tasmania.

On October 21st 1978 at 1819hrs, Frederick Valentich took off in his single-engined Cessna 182 from Moorabin Airport, Melbourne, Australia. As he was flying along the Bass Strait at about 5000ft altitude he told Air Traffic Controllers in Melbourne that he could see a large aircraft below him and wanted to know if they were aware of any aircraft in the area. Melbourne ATC said there were no known aircraft in the area and asked if he could identify it. Frederick said he couldn't identify it but it had four bright lights. The UFO then passed over him and appeared to be playing some sort of game with him. He said that the object was a long shape, very fast with a green light and sort of metallic, and that it was not an aircraft. The object was orbiting him and then just vanished. The UFO then reappeared approaching from the south-west. Fredrick reported that his engine was rough-idling and coughing. Melbourne ATC asked what his intentions were and he replied ' My intentions are - ah - to go to King Island - ah - Melbourne. That strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again (open microphone for two seconds). It is hovering and it's not an aircraft.'

Valentich filed a flight plan to take off from Melbourne, Victoria, Australia and to land at Kings Island, Bass Straits, Tasmania

The last transmission from Frederick Valentich was at 1912hrs and an alert was immediately declared. When at 1933hrs it was evident that the Cessna 182 (Delta Sierra Juliet) had not arrived at King Island a full scale Search and rescue operation was launched. After five days of searching no sign of the pilot or aircraft was found despite the fact that the Cessna was equipped with a radio survival beacon.

The weather at the time of this incident was clear with a trace of Stratocumulus cloud at 5000-7000ft, excellent visibility with light winds. The aircraft was fully refuelled with approximately 5hrs of flying time and was equipped with 4 life jackets. There had also been many UFO sightings from people before and after this incident. Whatever the truth may be, the fact remains that Frederick Valentich vanished in mysterious circumstances, possibly UFO related, and that the mystery lingers to this day.

Transcript of transmissions between Melbourne ATC & Frederick Valentich (Delta Sierra Juliet)

1906:14 DSJ Melbourne, this is Delta Sierra Juliet. Is there any known traffic below five thousand?
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, no known traffic.
DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, I am, seems to be a large aircraft below five thousand.
1906:44 FS Delta Sierra Juliet, What type of aircraft is it?
DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, I cannot affirm, it is four bright, it seems to me like landing lights.
1907 FS Delta Sierra Juliet.
1907:31 DSJ Melbourne, this is Delta Sierra Juliet, the aircraft has just passed over me at least a thousand feet above.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, roger, and it is a large aircraft, confirmed?
DSJ Er-unknown, due to the speed it's travelling, is there any air force aircraft in the vicinity?
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, no known aircraft in the vicinity.
1908:18 DSJ Melbourne, it's approaching now from due east towards me.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet.
1908:41 DSJ (open microphone for two seconds.)
1908:48 DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, it seems to me that he's playing some sort of game, he's flying over me two, three times at speeds I could not identify.
1909 FS Delta Sierra Juliet, roger, what is your actual level?
DSJ My level is four and a half thousand, four five zero zero.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, and you confirm you cannot identify the aircraft?
DSJ Affirmative.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, roger, stand by.
1909:27 DSJ Melbourne, Delta Sierra Juliet, it's not an aircraft it is (open microphone for two seconds).
1909:42 FS Delta Sierra Juliet, can you describe the -er- aircraft?
DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, as it's flying past it's a long shape (open microphone for three seconds) cannot identify more than it has such speed (open microphone for three seconds). It's before me right now Melbourne.
1910 FS Delta Sierra Juliet, roger and how large would the - er - object be?
1910:19 DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, Melbourne, it seems like it's stationary. What I'm doing right now is orbiting and the thing is just orbiting on top of me also. It's got a green light and sort of metallic like, it's all shiny on the outside.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet
1910:46 DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet (open microphone for three seconds) It's just vanished.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet
1911 DSJ Melbourne, would you know what kind of aircraft I've got? Is it a military aircraft?
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, Confirm the - er ~ aircraft just vanished.
DSJ Say again.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, is the aircraft still with you?
DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet; it's (open microphone for two seconds) now approaching from the south-west.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet
1911:50 DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet, the engine is rough-idling. I've got it set at twenty three twenty-four and the thing is coughing.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet, roger, what are your intentions?
DSJ My intentions are - ah - to go to King Island - ah - Melbourne. That strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again (open microphone for two seconds). It is hovering and it's not an aircraft.
FS Delta Sierra Juliet.
1912:28 DSJ Delta Sierra Juliet. Melbourne (open microphone for seventeen seconds).




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Source: AP MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA.

Date: October 25, 1978.

AUSTRALIAN PILOT DISAPPEARS AFTER REPORTING CHASE BY UFO'S:

Boats and aircraft have found no trace of the 20-year old Australian pilot who disappeared with his plane on Saturday night after radioing that he was being chased by a UFO. Frederick Valentich was on a 125 mile training flight in his single engine Cessna 182 along the coast of Bass Strait when he told air traffic controllers in Melbourne that he was being buzzed by a UFO with 4 bright lights about 1000 feet above him.

Controllers said his last message was taped and was: "It's approaching from due east towards me. It seems to be playing some sort of game... flying at a speed I can't estimate. It's not an aircraft. It's...It is flying past. It is a long shape. I cannot identify more than that. It's coming for me right now." A minute later: "It seems to be stationary. I'm also orbiting and the thing is orbiting on top of me also. It has a green light and a sort of metallic light on the outside." Valentich then radioed that his engine was running roughly. His last words were: "It is not an aircraft."

The Australian Air Force said it had received 11 reports from people along the coast who said they saw UFOs on Saturday night, but the Transport Department was skeptical. Ken Williams, a spokesman for the department, said, "It's funny all these people ringing up with UFO reports well after Valentich's disappearance. It seems people often decide after the event, they too had seen strange lights. But although we can't take them too seriously, we can never discourage such reports when investigating a plane's disappearance."

Some Transport Dept officials have speculated that Valentich became disoriented and saw his own lights reflected in the water, or lights from a nearby island, while flying upside down.

Valentich's father, Guio, said his son used to study UFOs "as a hobby using information he had received from the Air Force. He was not the kind of person who would make up stories. Everything had to be very correct and positive for him. The fact that they have found no trace of him really verifies the fact that UFOs could have been there." Guio Valentich said he hoped his son had not crashed but has been taken by a UFO.

NOTE: if this account wasn't already strange enough, there was another bizarre incident five years later in the Soviet Union that pertains to this case (posted below):

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Five years after:

One evening in August 1982 near the village of Iman, Primorskiy krai, Far East, Russia Lieutenant Colonel Igor Valerianovich Kazantsev, Commander of a frontier guard detachment near the hamlet of Iman, received a report of a suspicious man arrested by soldiers from his unit near the Soviet-Chinese border. One of the soldiers, Nikolay D (later to become a resident of Sevastopol, Crimea) in 2003 wrote to the Simferopol based “Secret Doctrine” Newspaper, confirming that he took over the watch on that date to watch over the Russian-Chinese border.

Approaching evening near the foot of one of the hills they saw smoke from a fire and soon detained a man about 40-years of age, dressed in a cowboy shirt, thick wide trousers, outfitted with “complete tourist gear”. The man assured the KGB sergeant that he had the necessary permission from local authorities of Primorskiy kray to do some prospecting in the area. Orders were given to detain the mysterious “geologist”. He was taken to the unit duty officer. During a search the soldiers found a very powerful searchlight and a strange dark elongated object, like a small flask with two dozen dots printed on its upper section without any visible pattern. The dots formed a strange image. Nikolay D paid special attention to the strange dot-like markings on the object.

The stranger showed a document indicating that his name was Sarychev (possibly an AKA, real name being possibly V. Sosnin). He also showed a letter from Academician Vsevolod S Troitskiy, correspondent-member of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR, Chairman of the Commission for Study of Anomalous Phenomena. (Such a commission did truly exist). The man stated that he was engaged in prospecting in the area, but soon admitted under the pressure of interrogation the he was indeed involved in “UFO research”.

The strange black flask or capsule attracted everyone’s attention. The man stated that he found the capsule at an altitude of 1204 (m over sea level). Inside the capsule a plate rolled like a tube was found. When the KGB officer extracted the plate, it immediately straightened up emitting a slight rustling sound. The plate had an English text, written with a substance bright orange in color. The text was later translated to Russian and following is an approximate translation:
“I am Frederick Valentich, Junior, pilot. I was captured together with my plane Cessna-182 by a UFO on October 21 1978 145 miles south of Melbourne. Because of very limited time and of extreme danger to my state, here is what is most important.

What was proposed to me was beyond my imagination. Later I came to the conclusion that several factors influenced my psyche, at first, the reality of the UFOs and their pilots, and secondly, their proposal for me to become the pilot of one of their aircraft(!).

Here is proof of contact with another civilization and the man who achieved this is I, Frederick Valentich. That was what I thought. But the most tempting was their fantastic proposal for me to stay in my same physical body, so I have not aged over my current 25 years of age (my age when I signed such a “contract” with the aliens). This proposal “eclipsed everything” even those few purely human affections I’ve had. At the moment of the deal I remembered only that my mother had died, I am single with no children. I didn’t even remember my aunt and two of my ex girlfriends I have been close with, this is additional evidence of a strong psychological influence put upon me.

The giant UFO I have to work in is a “cargo ship”. The crew, except those humans which were captured just like me, are 2-3 aliens. All belong to a civilization located in the Pleiades constellation and represent an interplanetary organization with 6 civilizations from Orion, Swan and the Big Dog constellation; our Solar system is also part of it.

Like us they’re also albumen organic entities, breathing oxygen and of similar body build.

Answering such questions like, what are they doing here, they stated on numerous occasions that they were engaged in research work. But according to my own observations that is only a mere screen covering their “real” activities and to calm the conscience of other earthlings who signed such compelling contacts like mine.

Our basic load from Earth---is liquid oxygen obtained from plants installed onboard the ship. These “researchers” impudently steal the most valuable part of Earthly atmosphere. And idiots like me are actively helping them in this. The main route of our craft—Earth and Jupiter’s satellite Callisto where a huge constantly operating base is located.

Oxygen is loaded into balloons made of plastic-metal. Volume can be estimated in weight---the large balloon weighs no less than 110 pounds, the smaller ones—2 times less than that. The maximum quantity of balloons that our ship has taken for one flight to Callisto is more than 12,000 large and 5k small balloons. Imagine how much oxygen they take from Earth! We make 2 flights per week sometimes. God help me and those who find this letter! Russian or Chinese---I ask to give this capsule to the Australian embassy and to the representatives of our embassy, give it to scientists for further study!!!”

To establish the authenticity of this material evidence, it was sent to several scientific research laboratories of the USSR for secret analyses. Results of the research exceeded all expectations. Documents with the results of the study were compiled, stamped and signed by the expert laboratory of KGB USSR, document dated September 29 1982. Institute of Astronomy of USSR dated October 10 1982. Institute of the Technical Physics USSR, Chelyabinsk-40 (nuclear military industrial center), and dated November 12 1982, all the documents were classified TOP SECRET.

Here is the opinion of a member-correspondent of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR Dr. Nechai PhD, addressed to the special expert commission in the Presidium of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR. “The amazing physical and mechanical characteristics of the materials, their uncommon chemical compound and structure allow to make the following conclusions:

- …materials obtained by the technologies, unknown yet to humankind and apparently outside the Earth. The plate is the source of unknown radioactive emanation of colossal penetrating ability and spoils all other types of cinema and photo films…

- Many other facts, described by Valentich were summoned to the systematic analyses according to modernized authorship-detection program created in our institute. The result, the author, Frederick Valentich couldn’t invent all of that alone and even to extract that from known science fiction literature, actually being taken onboard a UFO in 1978…”

What happened to the material evidence next is the following. The mysterious plate was transferred to the Australian embassy. A special commission was created there; a graphic, logical study was made. Style and grammar of the letter was compared with other material written by Valentich, obtained from the Melbourne Air Club (like flight records written by Valentich). The Australian commission came to the conclusion that the text on the plate and the records in the flight journal from the Melbourne aviation club belonged to one and the same person---none other than Frederick Valentich. The evidence was so strong that it was ready to go to court.

Unfortunately for humanity the cover up was effective and everything was classified TOP SECRET, possibly with the participation of the American CIA. Where the alien capsule with the letter is now, is not known, possibly in the USA (in a deep basement under the Pentagon?).

Perhaps even more alarming is a case investigated by Spanish researcher Manuel Carballal. According to the testimony of a number of witnesses, a young man who identified himself as Frederick Valentich, the Australian pilot who mysteriously disappeared in 1978 was alive and well in 1990 at Plaza del Charco, a seaport square on the island of Tenerife in the Canary Islands. Displaying an Australian passport to prove his claim, Valentich told those with whom he spoke on several occasions that he now belonged to a group of humans who had been “recruited” by extraterrestrials. It is also worth noting that the supposed Valentich showed no signs of aging, and resembled the photos circulated around the time of his disappearance at the age of 20.

Sources:
www.militaryairshows.co.uk
Yuriy Belikov - Pravda - Moscow January 17 1998
www.skycontrol.ne
Scott Corrales - “Human-Like Ufonauts Reported in Many Countries” - MUFON Journal #405, January 2002
ufos.about.com
www.ufoinfo.com
historicmysteries.com
www.ufologie.net
"The UFO Coverup" - Lawrence Fawcett and Barry J. Greenwood.
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From Phantoms and Monsters blog - August 13, 2010. Isn't it interesting that this exact transcript was on MY blog (UFO Experiences) on Oct. 11, 2005. This is the second time I have read an account of an abduction on Phantoms and Monsters that was either a case that we investigated in Seattle and wrote up in the Missing Link, our magazine at the time, or this one about Frederick Valentich!

I once met a man in Seattle that was friends to the Valentich's. He said that the parents did not believe he was dead and that they kept his room just as he had left it in anticipation that he would come back! Who knows, maybe he will one day.

Aileen

THE CATASTROPHE

The Catastrophe
(Excerpt from Mexico Mystique: Coming 6Th World Of Consciousness by Frank Waters)

The Catastrophe. The world-engulfing cataclysm. The memory of it, the dread of it, is still stamped on the collective unconscious of every Indian soul. Myth and legend tell of the last one, whenever it happened, followed by days of darkness and emptiness before the gods assembled to create a new sun. Predictions and prophecies tell of the one to come. Not only those of the Nahuas and Mayas, but that of the contemporary Hopis who believe the end of the world as we know it is not far off. The time will be marked when Saquasohuh, the Blue Star kachina, dances in the plaza. Far off and still invisible, the blue star will make its appearance soon.

According to Hopi prophecy, the previous worlds were destroyed when their inhabitants became corrupt. The present world is now also corrupt and will be destroyed; only those people who return to their original teachings will escape destruction....

On Second Mesa...an ancient petroglyph depicts a dome-shaped object resting on an arrow which represents travel through space, and the head of a Hopi maiden who represents pristine purity. As the Hopi believe the other planets are inhabited, this petroglyph represents a patuwvota, a “flying shield” similar to a “flying saucer” that came here in the Beginning. So now at the End the sacred ones will arrive from another planet by flying saucers. Many Hopi traditionalists recently have reported seeing flying saucers, all piloted by the beings they call kachinas.

The current Hopi belief brings us back again to the Mesoamerican myth of the catastrophic destruction of previous worlds. Were they all caused by planetary aberrations, refuting our belief in an unalterably ordered solar system? Or were catastrophic disorders in both heaven and earth governed by laws of universal order?

Despite the violent changes that have continuously altered its surface, the Earth is the same organic entity, the “divine creature” as Plato called it. So has it been with mankind. Violent cataclysms have not obliterated it. Mankind has adapted itself to the changes. Races have vanished. One primitive culture, one civilization, arises and falls, to be replaced by another. But mankind remains. If terrestrial catastrophes have often altered the course of human history, all decisive changes in mankind’s development have not been dependent upon them. Rather have they been determined by what seems to be the periodic synchronization of human and cosmic rhythms. Of this periodicity we know little, the scope of the periods is so large. We can only surmise that the physical changes in the surface of the earth and the psychological changes in mankind must be parallel phenomena determined by their coincidence in time. This is why myth, the oldest and most holy witness of the human spirit, is so relevant. It reveals the hidden world that has never faded from human consciousness and bridges the gap between physical and psychical realities.

Frank Waters (1902-1995) was one of the greatest writers to come out of the American West. He wrote often with a deep spiritual dimension drawn from his experiences among the native people of the Southwest.

Since Water’s passing, John Kimmey has been bringing the ancient traditional Hopi teachings forward to modern people. Kimmey explains the Hopi teachings, as handed down to him by the traditional Hopi elders with whom he lived and worked.

Pilgrimage To The Heart Of Native America
27 September - 6 October 2010
John Kimmey


Common 2012 Prophecies from around the World

Hopi Prophecy - Predict a 25yr period of purification followed by the End of Fourth World & beginning of the Fifth.
Mayan Prophecy - Call it the 'end days' or the end of time as we know it.
Maori Prophecy - Say that as the veils dissolve there will be a merging of the physical & spiritual worlds.
Zulu Prophecy - Believe that the whole world will be turned upside down.
Hindu Prophecy - Kali Yuga (end time of man) The Coming of Kalki & critical mass of Enlightened Ones.
Inca Prophecy - Call it the 'Age of Meeting Ourselves Again'.
Aztec Prophecy - Call this the Time of the Sixth Sun. A time of transformation. Creation of new race.
Dogon Prophecy - Say that the spaceship of the visitors, the Nommo, will return in the form of a blue star.
Pueblo Prophecy - Acknowledge it'll be the emergence into the Fifth World.
Cherokee Prophecy - Their ancient calendar ends exactly at 2012 as does the Mayan calendar.
Tibetan Prophecy - Kalachakra teachings are prophesies left by Buddha predicting Coming of the Golden Age.
Egypt Prophecy - According to the Great Pyramid (stone calendar) present time cycle ends in year 2012 A.D.



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FROM THE BOOK coEVOLUTION

BY ALEC NEWALD (about his contact)

Alec is talking with his contact Zeena while on another planet. She is explaining to him the history of earth and why it is the way it is. She explains the force of darkness that rules everything and causes all the problems we have on earth today. Something to learn from!


"There was indeed a time upon your planet, not so long ago in the context of this history lesson, when a "force" came down upon it and did in fact claim it (the Earth) and all upon it as its own. That force - and i know you will find this difficult to accept, Alec (Zenna used my name for the first time) - that force is still among you. It is indeed now a part of all of you, so I suppose you could say it still does own the planet in some way.

"After this force won your planet, it realized it would have a continuous fight on its hands, for you were not as you are now. You were well on your way to enlightenment, with a very strong spiritual base. You were actually almost as strong as this force itself. It had to trick you in order to master you, and while you were down it altered your make-up, your very structure; your DNA, in fact. It crippled you and stunted you, and set you back many thousands of years. It made you into what you are today, which is only a portion of the greatness you can be, for you have not yet even fully recovered. And if that force has its way, you never will!!

"That force is known to most as the 'force of darkness' for it is indeed the enemy of enlightenment. You will please understand that this is a very simplistic description of a most complex entity. Even we do not understand it in its entirety. It is in the air that you breathe and everywhere about you. It has aligned itself to the planet and you. It beats to the pulse of your very planet, for you and the Earth are one and the same. This is one thing your peoples do not seem to comprehend, but you can use this union of the whole to do wondrous things, just as we have.

"Unfortunately, most of your kind fight the natural forces of your wondrous planet. By this I mean you bend them, even break them, to fit your needs. It need not be this way. If your people will just open their minds and hearts to your planet, as many of your ancient races have done in the past, it will show you the way. All is not lost, it just needs to be recalled. Until this is done, we have much need for concern. It is not just Earth planet you are violating as you bend and break Nature in your whims of fancy, for all of all is connected. This is really very basic knowledge. It has been ignored because it suits those who would play with power to ignore it. We, and others, are indeed benevolent to your race, as we all are connected but soon something must be done before your play does meaningful harm to us all!

"We find that there is a need to teach you more about the dark forces that permeate you. You would do well by your people if you take great heed of this lesson and pass on your findings to those of your kind who would listen. The dark force vibrates at a level that is compatible with your brainwave patterns. This much you should already know, but others of your kind have kept it from you.

"In spite of this, some, like you, Alec, are building a resistance to this alien intruder. This is one of the reasons why you find yourself thinking differently from the majority around you. It has enabled you to see more clearly the error of your ways and what must be done. You shall continue along this path a while longer yet, and even doubt your own kind from time to time. Be patient. This is all I can suggest, as inadequate as it may sound. We have been working on these things with you for many a year now. All of your people will find their way with the passing of time.

"As you find with all afflictions, they are easier to contend with if you understand them. I am doing my best to explain all this to you in terms you will understand. Please interject from here on if you do not understand some point, for we do consider the following to be most important.

"Some on your planet have aligned themselves with this 'force.' Note I have said 'aligned' and not 'allied', for there is a difference. You understand this? (I nodded) They have gained much power from the force, and some are even foolish enough to think they have it under control. This is naive, of course, as the force or alien entity is feeding off these people or, rather feeding off the conflicts these people create in their bid for wealth and power. As long as it suits the dark force this shall continue, for the 'fear' emotion is what it lives off.

"The easiest way to defeat this force is to remove fear from your societies. This will, in effect, starve it out. It will then go elsewhere, looking for easier prey. You see, your human race is one of the very few that lives with this most unusual thing called 'emotion', which is why the force came here in the first place. We, too, had emotions once, so I am told, and some are saying we can now experience them again, thanks to the new breeding program we are experimenting with. Forgive me, I digress again.

"You will find some of your kind are trying very hard to harness this most dangerous force. Unfortunately, they do not full understand that it is an entity in its own right and that this is a very dangerous mistake to be making. They think they are playing a game and that they are winning this game. We have tried to warn your people more than once in the past, but no heed has been taken. As your people say, 'it is your life.'

"The worry we have is that your planet breathes with you, in harmony even with your thoughts. To attack the people by using the force in this way is to attack the planet. Be it on your own heads if you invoke the wrath of your planet. There would be little or nothing we could do for your people should that happen. Perhaps you can help us with this message. We have an idea to put to you, but that shall keep until another time for there is still much to be related on other subjects.

"Your societies, right from the very beginning, have engineered fear into your lives. Most of it is an artificial fear of society itself; in other words, you fear your very own laws. Your high priests from long ago shouted down to the common masses, describing what wraths would be set upon them if they did so much as dare to cross the all-mighty gods of their time. Forgive me if I make what you call a 'joke' of this, for these all-mighty gods they describe were people like me or the Guardian, whom you have met.
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A Brave And Startling Truth

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

***

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~ Maya Angelou ~



(A Brave and Startling Truth)

THIS TRULY IS UFOs ET AL! EVP RESEARCH

Ongoing EVP Research: Was it John Keel or a Mimicking Ultraterrestrial?
By Brent Raynes, www.mysterious-america.net

Bret Oldham asked his technician (or spirit guide, if you wish) named Bishop to locate John Keel for us, mentioning that today (July 3, 2010) marked the one year anniversary of his passing. Within just seven seconds (Bret and I both had our digital recorders running) we all heard “Keel” boom from the two speakers hooked up to the spirit box . For about two and a half minutes after that attention getting feedback, there seemed a variety of words and voices chaotically competing perhaps for our attention. Bret explained that Bishop was trying to locate Keel, and at one point told the spirits to be patient, they would have a chance to communicate later, that right now we were looking for John Keel. Then again we distinctly heard “Keel” once again. “Hey John, was that you?” Bret asked. Then came the words “John Keel” (13 seconds after the Keel that had just been spoken). A few of the EVP files described can be found here.


“John Keel, Brent Raynes is here and he’d like to speak with you,” Bret said. Three seconds later we heard “good,” by a voice that was similar to a voice that would minutes later reappear again, giving us some surprising responses. “Hello John, this is Brent Raynes. I want to ask you now that you’ve been over there on the other side for a year, how are you doing?” “Good” again, seven seconds after my question.


From this promising beginning, things for awhile seemed to progress very slowly. I asked our “Keel” if his views about ultraterrestrials, his name for what he perceived as an earth-based intelligence that was behind UFOs and many other unexplained manifestations, remained the same or had changed. About 24 seconds later what sounded like “changed” came through. I naturally asked how they had changed, but none of us detected any forthcoming explanation.


I strived to steer the conversation into areas that I knew would have been familiar to the real John Keel, including several private little tidbits taken from our years of personal correspondence. Several minutes seemed to drag on as I tried to get something I could identify as a definite, meaningful response to my questions. Then one of my favorite “Wow” moments occurred. I had asked, “John, what is Jadoo?” Only those really familiar with John Keel know about him and Jadoo. As a young man in his twenties he had traveled through India and met many so-called saints, miracle workers, and snake charmers. Himself a magician he was able to expose a great many of their miracles as frauds, but then he did gain a healthy respect for what he perceived as the genuine telepathic abilities of the spiritual adepts who practiced their faith in isolation and solitude and weren’t trying to sell their performances on the busy streets of major cities catered by tourists. He also tracked a Yeti during his adventures in this part of the world. In 1957 his book entitled Mysteries of the Orient: Jadoo was published. To the people of India, Jadoo was considered black magic.

Anyway, getting back to the spirit box session, it was only about four seconds after I finished my question that a strong male voice, with a seemingly irritated tone to it, replied with what distinctly sounded like “Jadoo”, immediately followed by something like “eh.” We were stunned. Bret looked around and asked if he just said the word, and Sandy Nichols (whose home in Thompson Station, TN we were doing this session) replied, “He did.” Realizing that I needed to strike while the iron was hot, I again repeated, “What is Jadoo?” Within just a couple of seconds that same male voice, stated, “Into the fire, into the fire.” To me that response made perfect sense, as we were touching upon a subject that had consumed a large part of his life’s passion and, as he explained in his book, had certainly consumed the lives of many ignorant, superstitious and fearful people of the Orient. John was certainly no stranger to this fire. His whole life seemed to have brought him to the very edges of it time and time again. In Mothman Prophecies he described the “unruly mob of true believers, cranks and irresponsible self-styled investigators” in the UFO field who he wrote were like “moths attracted to the flame.”

We heard bits and pieces of this voice again, but frustratingly he would fade in and out before all too soon just fading out completely. Before doing so though, I heard the voice say “teach me outside,” whatever that was supposed to mean. Excitedly we began talking among ourselves. I heard a voice over the speakers say “Brent?” It made me feel as though someone was wondering if I was still there. Then, after about a minute of time had expired since it had all begun, that part of the dialogue seemed to be over.


After a short while “Bigfoot” came over the speakers. After about 20 seconds Bret asks John Keel about Bigfoot, and again a clear male voice is heard to say what sounds like “Smuck Bigfoot�see?” This was soon followed by another voice that said “See.” During another part of our session, Bret asked Keel, “Where does the creature Mothman come from?” Immediately what sounds like the word “planet” came through.

Even as this feature is being prepared, Bret continues to go over his own audio of this spirit box session with a proverbial fine tooth comb, using software techniques aimed at further cleaning up, enhancing and thus discerning additional contents of select portions of this session, and, as a result, intriguing new audio anomalies have come to light. One that really caught my attention, and which I had certainly missed in my own review of this material, was the point at which I had asked “John, who are the men in black?” Immediately after that (only one second) a male voice says “Lord!” Now I had indeed heard that one earlier, but the one that I had missed came a few seconds after that where there’s a voice that, it seems to me, is saying, “That’s just stupid, see.” I would not have thought much about it, but that voice and the use of “see” seems to match up with the same sounding voice that said “Smuck Bigfoot” and then said “see.” Soon followed by another voice that said “see.” Interestingly, in this newly isolated portion, within four seconds of the “stupid see” part, you hear another “see,” and then after three seconds a third “see.”


It seems to follow a similar pattern.

Bret had also isolated a portion of audio where he had asked Keel about what Mothman is and within a short time you hear the words “spirit bird.” Bret also isolated a portion of this session where he had said “Thank you, John” and within a second you hear “save us.” Somewhere in the Jadoo portion of it, Bret cleaned up a section that sounds something like “it just hurts to say Satan.”


In a recent July “Filer’s Files” e-newsletter from George Filer, he presented a tribute to John Keel, stating that he had been an “influential author,” mentioning his MIB studies, his observations on “windows” and UFO wave patterns (plus the Wednesday phenomenon), adding how he looked into the paranormal aspects, and concluding with this personal observation: “I met with John Keel and asked what are UFOs all about? He told me after years of study, ‘I have concluded it is the devil and his demons.’”


Researcher Joe Fex had also read this tribute, and emailed the following personal observations to me: “I feel it only fair for clarity’s sake to mention here that as with Charles Fort and Ivan T. Sanderson before him, John Keel had a strong sense of often very sarcastic humor. It got him in a lot of hot water as many would take these wise-assed remarks too seriously and or misinterpret the points he was attempting to express entirely.”


“His comments regarding demonology are simply to say that we are studying the same phenomena that inspired the age of religious superstitious mythology. Keel (himself a life-long devout agnostic) is not attempting to place such concepts, interpretations or identities in a religious context.”


Perhaps Joe’s description of Keel’s “sarcastic humor” and the way he expressed “the same phenomena” from a religious and mythological “context” are points worth pondering when reviewing the statements heard and recorded from the aforementioned spirit box session.

A definite and strong Keel indicator was indeed his “sarcastic humor.” I had to chuckle over this audio file that Bret just shared with me wherein he said, during the session, “John, this is Bret. I’m a friend of Brent’s.” A second later it sounds like the word “bummer.” Yup, it sounded to me like something Keel would have said!


Of course, when John Keel was sharing the physical earth-plane with the rest of us, he warned sternly of taking such manifestations literally. “There are marvelous mimics who can imitate any voice on the telephone,” he wrote me way back in 1970. “It may be vain to hope that we can ever pin everything down and make something rational out of it.”

Bret was recording minutes before the spirit box session and picked up several apparent evps. While his wife Gina was talking an unidentified whisper-type voice seems to interrupt with “get out.” Bret was arranging the equipment and a female sounding evp is heard to say “don’t touch here.” Sandy was saying “Tonight let’s speak real loud” (so that the recorders would pick us up clearly), at which point an evp is heard saying what sounds like “pray.”


As the first spirit box session was ending, Sandy wanted us all to come over to his side of the foyer, to the dining room, where he had felt a presence and smelled a strange odor. Gina was sitting fairly close to Sandy and had also detected the odor. “That’s his pipe smell,” Sandy exclaimed. “There is no doubt that was his tobacco smell. Now it could have been somebody else who smoked the same tobacco.” Gina agreed that was what it smelled like to her, stating that her father and an uncle had both smoked pipes too.

In reviewing the audio of this portion of the evening, while we were trying to figure out the origin of the strange smell, I located two apparent evps myself. Most of the group discerned one of the evps as saying “farted,” which was noteworthy since just a few seconds earlier Bret had jokingly asked Sandy, “You didn’t pass gas did you?”


I realized that sometimes when a presence is sensed and seems to create some sort of physical manifestation, a photograph of the scene will produce anomalous imagery. With that in mind, I took a quick snapshot of my wife Joan and Bret, as they stood in the area leading into the dining room where Sandy and Gina both detected the odd odor. In fact, it was the strongest right about where Bret was standing, and where he was standing was a strange dark area in the picture. When I showed it to Bret he called out, “Sandy, look at this. Remember the pictures we took before with the black mass?” “It could be talking to us right now,” Bret remarked. Then he recalled, “I was walking out of a bedroom upstairs and I felt it and I told Gina, ‘Take a picture now.’ You could see this black mass coming toward me. Right after that Gina kept taking pictures. It was like it was going through me. You could still see the white shirt and like it was coming out again.”


“We tried to duplicate it,” Bret added. They were not able to achieve the same effect, and neither was I. The “black mass” I had photographed and that they had taken upstairs in Sandy’s house weeks earlier, looked like the same effect. In both instances, a presence was sensed, Bret was in the picture, but a different photographer and camera was used.

I took two more photographs immediately afterwards. They turned out normal. The photos are here.


“We’re beginning to believe that the foyer is a portal within itself,” Bret emailed me a couple days ago, when he was describing the evps obtained just before our spirit box session at that location. “Just way too many different spirits gathering there. Great place for spirit box sessions too!” It should be noted, that when Sandy had the house constructed a few years back, he had a large amethyst crystal buried in the ground beneath the foyer and invited spirit influences to manifest in his home, so long as they behaved themselves and were not disruptive or destructive.


After the spirit box session in the foyer, we took us a long break before beginning a second session in Sandy’s home office, located in his spacious pool house in the back of his home. For a good two hours we talked about alien abductions, as the second session was going to be an “alien” session instead of a strictly spirit one. This wasn’t their first “alien” session, but this was mine and Joan’s.


I have known Sandy for a number of years, and it only seemed natural when he later became a ghost hunter too. Like ghosts, Sandy’s ufonauts defied what to us seem like fixed physical laws. In my first interview with him for this magazine (AP #47, Summer 1999) he recalled this experience of seeing a grey alien while on vacation in May 1998 in Destin, Florida. Sandy was about to descend the stairs from the second floor of his condo when it happened. “Smack dab in the middle of the air of the foyer itself, about second floor level, a small grey being appeared. It just appeared in the middle of the air and then�it literally floated across the mid air and actually went through the rail. It just went into the bedroom. Just floated right in there.”


Another abductee I recently met (known by many as Zayne) is working with Sandy using the spirit box. Their theory seems to be that the aliens know what they’re doing because they have “implants” and so because these beings are monitoring these two men then they know what they’re doing at all times and can easily engage them as well in these AM frequency spirit box sessions. They have noticed that with the “aliens” in these sessions they seem easier to hear than the spirits as there seems to be less static and noise interference. In a previous session, the “aliens” communicated some interesting information, and seemed quite aware of the intimate details of both men’s abduction experiences. For example, Zayne was told “they cut your ass,” when in fact he does have a strange and unexplained scar in his anal region. “They told us we humans were not free and this was not our planet,” Sandy told me. “Zayne and I are breeding stock and they experiment on us.” “We were very impressed with what we got,” Zayne noted. “Notice how sometimes it’s the spirits answering but sometimes they answer as if it’s the aliens. Even seem to be void of any emotion in the voice characteristics.”

“They asked the purpose of fish,” Sandy noted. “Kind of strange question since they obviously know we humans eat fish. Then Zayne and I kind of figured it out. We think they were asking about the purpose of the fish I have in my fish tank here in my office. Guess they don’t know that keeping fish has a calming effect on us humans.”


“Throughout the many abduction experiences I’ve had I’ve learned about them and what they want and need,” Zayne told me. “There are the little Greys who do most of the work. There are tall ones who dress in a different uniform and who are clearly in charge. Everything with the little ones is done in a very matter of fact routine manner. They do not have emotions per se and are very logical thinking beings. If anything happens that is illogical they get confused and don’t really know how to react.”

“They work in groups of 4 or 5 when they come after you. I have memories of them being outside my window when I was a child and in my bedroom at other times but I have no memories of how I’m taken aboard the craft itself. I’m usually taken to a ‘receiving room’ before being taken to other parts of the craft for whatever procedure they are planning on doing. The light is very bright but oddly enough not blinding. It is a very sterile, cold type of environment. I don’t mean cold temperature wise, just the vibe about it. Everything is rounded and mostly a silver gray color although I have seen some blue type material that is used in bed type structures and on some seating.”


“Not all the events are medical related. The medical procedures are not pleasant and sometimes are extreme. I have several scars across my lower back by my spine and puncture scars on the side of my upper torso. I have a pronounced scar under my scrotum going to my anus. Yet, I have never had any type of surgery or accident that would have caused such scarring. I have had these small rashes come up in my upper groin area that no doctors were able to determine what it was. They eventually disappeared on their own. I have had a long history of episodes of unexplained nose bleeds, often waking up with blood on my pillow. I do believe that they have also healed me and kept me healthy too. I’m sure for their own uses. I have never had any sickness except for sinus infections that I’ve gotten about every 4 or 5 years for at least the last 30 years. I’ve always felt that in and of itself was very strange. I once had what looked like skin cancer about the size of a dime come up on my chest. I was visiting my mom and showed it to her to get her opinion. She told me that it looked like skin cancer to her. She had skin cancer before and knew what it looked like. She told me to get to the dermatologist right away. I made an appointment to have it looked at and most likely removed, but I ended up never having to see the dermatologist. Two days later I woke up and noticed the skin cancer was gone! No sign of it ever being there. I rushed over to show the area to my mom again. She was speechless. It was as if nothing had ever been in that spot on my chest.”


“They are also very interested in how our emotions work. They have done some very cruel experiments on me in regards to measuring my emotional responses to certain external criteria that they artificially produce.”


“They have a chamber that they use for some of these emotional mind experiments. It would remind you very much of the holodeck from Star Trek. They will put you in there and somehow create a scene based on your memory. Pull something from your subconscious that had deep meaning to you. They’ve done this to me on several occasions. At first you have no idea what is happening but the experience becomes so real that you are consumed by it and go along with the experience. They once put me in there and all of a sudden I was in a familiar setting and then I saw my dog who had died several years before come running up to me all happy to see me. He was like he was when he was in his younger years. I questioned it at first because my logical mind knew he had died but it was so real and I was so happy to once again see him and pet him. I knelt down to pet him and give him a hug. He kept wagging his tail and licking me and appeared to be very happy to see me again too. The more I accepted this reality the deeper the feelings of it got. This went on for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes and then suddenly without warning it all just vanished. My dog Sam was gone. Everything was gone. I was alone in this barren looking room. At first I felt like crying but I realized what they had done to me and that they were observing my emotional responses to this event. When I saw them come in to get me I was extremely angry and started yelling at them and threatening them. I’m sure that’s exactly what they wanted me to do so they could observe that emotion too. It was useless. It was only moments and they had mentally controlled me again.”


“I’ve had many experiences throughout my life with these creatures. Medical, sexual, emotional, and mental. They have a definite agenda and it does involve cross breeding and creating a hybrid race. I’ve also seen the hybrids. This is going on, on a grand scale. I do believe that there are certain genetic traits they have found favorable. Those of us unfortunate enough to possess those genes will be the ones they use.”


Then we did the “alien session.” Sandy and Zayne asked their various questions, and then Sandy invited me to come closer and join them, as I had told them earlier that I had some more questions. Actually this was an experiment I had planned earlier, using 3 x 5 index cards with certain things written on them. Only I knew beforehand what these words were. I wanted to determine if these “voices” could “see” these words on these small cards, or if they had to hear us in order to respond to our questions. The first card had Ivan Sanderson written on it. Ivan Sanderson had been a very good friend and a colleague of John Keel. We initially asked for the first name, and then the last name. We did get what sounded like Ivan, but the second time around we got a very distinct “Sanderson” over the speakers! The next card was “MIB”. We heard M but weren’t getting the whole thing. Sandy said, “We’re only getting one letter. Give us all three letters.” Then only about four seconds later we hear what sounds to us like “MIB.” All three of us heard it. “Oh MIB, wow!” Sandy exclaimed. We had both jumped back from the speakers. Slapping me on my arm he said, “Pretty slick, isn’t it?” I had to agree. The entire evening had been an impressive one!


Bret also located on the MIB card part of the second session, before we had gotten the response just cited, a place where he himself asked what was on the card, and the words “dark spirits” can be heard. This may too be a significant answer as Keel (as mentioned earlier) expressed many of these things in a religious context. Referring back to that same personal letter I got from Keel back in 1970, he also wrote: “MIB apparitions are a classic and traditional offshoot of witchcraft and black magic. That lore is filled with reports of MIB incidents.”

In addition, Bret pointed out how during the effort to get the “voices” to give us the letters to MIB, the name “Keel” came through twice. At first this made no sense to me, but then I realized that the real John Keel liked to kid around sometimes and dress up as an MIB. I even emailed Bret and Sandy a picture of him doing so once. “I thought the name Keel coming through made perfect sense and even got a bit of a laugh from it,” Bret wrote later. “His connection to that term and us getting his name when we asked what was on the card was pretty cool I thought!”