Thursday, May 26, 2011
This is taken from the book UFO CONTACT FROM ANDROMEDA, Chapter 26 by Wendelle Stevens. Used by permission of UFOPhotoarchives.com
I am wondering if the threat that was told by Lya, the ET, to Professor Hernandez could be what was referred to as a threat in “The Rocks Speak?”
Lya never tried to evade my doubts. She was always predisposed to answer my questions. However I noted that she went to great effort to try to explain with the greatest clarity all that I asked.
On this occasion I asked her something that in those nights was confusing to me.
“Lya, you have told me that there exist civilizations that are highly scientific, and who still have a profound respect for life. You have said that many civilizations have implemented rules to protect the survival of other societies.
“I see that you have been worried since I informed you that another race intended to subject you. But something that you still do not know is that other worlds cannot overpower whole planets without the acquiescence or the approval of those who they intend to subject. You have been conditioned for such subjection, and it seems to be that you finally will accept them.”
“How can you say that? I asked without understanding.
“Listen carefully, professor, because this that I have to say to you perhaps is one of the most important of all our meetings.
I have told you before that you are threatened by the possible invasion of a civilization -- and though you do not believe this, they have been preparing you to accept the invasion through many intercessions. I told you one one occasion that we are not among those designated to proceed to the rescue of worlds like yours. But just as there is a civilization that is interested in subjecting your world, there is another that is interested in rescuing many of you who desire it. It is such that in the ambient universe, free will is respected. Because of that I can tell this that you are going to hear; perhaps you will not understand it now, but there will be someone who upon reading this will understand -- perhaps in fear -- that one of the great signs is that they will bring an end to two thirds of the inhabitants of your planet. They are highly intelligent, and have been preplanning this invasion slowly and carefully, sufficient that you will accept the path of domination, the metamorphosis of a submission.
Of course they must have an excuse before the community of advanced civilizations and have argued that the greatest hierarchies of your world cannot successfully govern it themselves, that you are creating a technology out of control, a technology without basic regulation. That the power of our armaments has been at the expense of an indiscriminate waste of natural resources on the part of each one of the most powerful countries on Earth, but the arsenals achieved thus over the time of many years is a latent threat of itself, not only for you, but also for he who believes that the system may see itself in danger.
Here I speak of the stellar system. Because all of the universe is in harmony, your Sun, which to you is always burning “something,” does not burn anything. It is a body adequate for offering energy for life. Well then, if perhaps a disaster should occur on Earth, not only your solar system could be displaced with force toward different orbits, but your star system could find itself shaken and many of it’s planets would lost energy with the movement that will alter their orbits.
Since you have not observed interstellar laws of mutual respect, and -- as you are not integrated within a group of interstellar scientists, they know you as beings of ephemeral existence and a low level of development, limited mental capacity, and even more, a high degree of aggressiveness. Real extremes do not exist among the great civilizations of this universe. There exists neither good nor bad, black nor white, hate nor love, each one the antithesis of the other, but all is harmony.
I will have to tell you on another occasion, about the first disaster that occurred on your world which modified to high degree your orbital path, but that is one of the reasons for which they intend to nullify your world before the great civilizations...that and your elevated level of violence. For that, they intend your subjugation, a submission, perhaps in part to save your community, perhaps in part to gain supremacy over your planet. Nevertheless, people of civilizations like MU, Dales, SIAN, and others have been coming to Earth to study the exact grade of bellicosity you represent, and if it is now a threat to the interstellar community and their intentions. They have made plans to evacuate some of your humanity who desire to give an opportunity to your world that sees itself impeded before the terrestrial human tendencies. Their departure has been considered at space level. The Earth human has achieved important scientific advances, but he has not come to modify his characteristics. Enormous controversies have spring up over your world because many civilizations are interested in knowing where they could take Earth humans. At the same time, the great civilizations can do nothing if it is not in favor of you, or perhaps you accept this submission, and in all manner cannot repel an attack like this -- which could overcome (you).”
There is no explanation, up to this point, of what these civilizations are or where they come from. The professor’s notes available do not amplify this for us sufficiently. There is a reference to an ET civilization which says it comes from MU in the Appendix on the RAMA Group in Peru at the end of this text. The reference to the Dales might possibly pertain to the DALs described in UFO CONTACT FROM THE PLIEADES, although there is little confirmation of this. The reference to beings from SIAN means little to us at this time. We are sure that Professor Hernandes never heard of the Group in Peru being contacted by the beings from from MU, nor is he likely to have been aware of the DALs maintaining a contact in India and the Middle East when he was making these notes in 1975.
Posted by P. Urial at 7:38 AM
Sunday, May 22, 2011
North of Edwards AFB, California
Date: Summer 1971
A small mushroom-shaped craft crashed close to Edwards AFB. It was dull gray (gun-metal) in color with greenish lights, about 3-3, 5 m in diameter and 1.5-2m in height. 3 gray humanoids, including one that was still alive and a human female abductee (Lorraine Dvorak Cordini) were found on board. The craft, bodies and survivors were moved to Edwards AFB. The witness Debbie Clayton reported that she heard a loud roaring sound and then a loud crash. Outside she could see a cloud of dust several blocks away. She walked over to the crash site and while other civilians were studying the craft, the military arrived, weapons drawn. One of the civilians had been taken photographs and an Air Force officer ripped the camera from his hands and smashed it but didn't try to remove the film. The craft had no markings but seemed to be scratched. There were no windows or seams, and it appeared to be molded in one piece. The texture was smooth. The military told the witnesses to leave or be arrested. The military then covered the craft with a large canvas and lifted it with cables attached to the canvas. Once it was loaded, the military left and there was no mention of the incident in the newspapers. The cause of the crash was later established to have been a technical malfunction.
Lorraine Dvorak Cordini later was able to remember (despite the fact that the military attempted to erase her memory with the use of drugs, hypnosis, etc) that she had been traveling onboard the UFO from a mothership in space. She was dressed in a tight-fitting pink body suit. Three extraterrestrial crewmen were returning her to Earth in a small pod-like craft. Lorraine soon found herself standing amid the wreckage. One dead alien was far to her left, barely visible from where she stood, another dead alien was about 20 feet in front of her. A military person was apparently kicking the alien's dead body. The third alien crewmember was alive and standing about 20 feet from her, dazed, confused and disoriented. She too felt this way.
Suddenly she felt a jerk as a military person grabbed her arms, brought them around her back and handcuffed her. As they were hauling her off she received an image in her mind of the "captain" onboard the mothership. It was a tall, 6' humanoid in a long white gown, short brown hair, female, which was communicating to Lorraine how sorry she was for not being able to help her and the other aliens, for if they did they would be detected. Her sorrow was apparent. Other aliens were around her and the same feelings of helplessness and frustration were felt. The other aliens resembled small gray humanoids (similar to the ones seen in the movie "Close Encounters"). Lorraine was then thrown into the backseat of a black limousine. Her next memory was what surfaced in the hypnosis session.
Lorraine was lying on a cold metal table in a hangar. Three military persons stood to the left of the table. One may have been an officer because he had a different cap than the fatigue uniforms of the other two persons. Another uniformed military man was at Lorraine's head and to the right and to his left was an alien whom Lorraine described as having a pumpkin-shaped head. He had appeared in a childhood experience that previously surfaced during the same hypnosis session. In the childhood experience he was in a spacesuit...Lorraine's child's mind saw him dangling outside the window in a deep sea diver's suit. This alien was about 4 ft tall, his body bulbous and brown. His head bulbous and pumpkin like. Lorraine "heard" the alien thinking how great he felt about himself and how proud he was to be in the service of the earth military men...he had a smug attitude and the military man next to him showed contempt towards the alien. She was very confused and disoriented.
Her next memory was of being yanked off the table and being dragged outside the hangar. There she saw many flashing red lights and screamed, "My God that isn't a space ship that is the police, my God it is the police." The military men then sat her on a bus and she ended up in San Francisco stranded and lost.
Thank you Albert Rosales, Humanoid Contacts
Posted by P. Urial at 6:26 AM
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Montauk Point Long Island New York
Date: Summer 1970
The young witness and her boyfriend were sitting on some dunes behind an isolated cliff when suddenly they heard a loud buzzing sound, like bees. They both sit up, but then lay back down again, apparently unable to move. The buzzing gets louder and a man wearing a soldier uniform appears, looking down at the witness. On his right there is another soldier, he kicks the witness boyfriend leg apparently making sure that he was unconscious. Two other men appear, one is very tan, with dark hair and dark glasses, the other seemed to be more fair. They then carry both the witness and her boyfriend to a nearby jeep.
They travel north through the dunes and then enter a large garage door apparently on the side of a hill. Inside the place looks like a garage, she is taken through a hallway while her boyfriend is apparently taken to another location. They then enter an elevator and apparently descend. The door opens into a much darker place, there is a very unpleasant odor present and is very cold. She is then taken into a very dark room and laid on top of a padded table.
The men then leave the room. The witness then sees something approaching her from her left. She then sees a 6-7-foot tall creature, with large pointed ears. His eyes are bright yellow-gold and seem to glow. He had pointy teeth and a large wrinkle on his forehead and has a tail. The being comes to the foot of the table pulls off the witness shorts and bathing suit bottom; he pushes her legs open and pulls her down toward him.
The terrified witness hears a raspy sound coming from the creature. He then inserts something inside her; she feels terrific pain, apparently giving the creature a lot of pleasure. After an unknown length of time the creature steps back and disappears. After a few minutes' two soldiers enter the room and take the witness up the elevator and into a well-lit room, filled with equipment and dials. She is then placed on a table covered in white and strapped down, including her head.
Then a group of 5-6 people come into the room. They wore white gowns and masks and hats that covered their heads. They appeared to be male, but there is one female with them. The witness head is turned on its side and taped to the table, and a small portion of the area above and behind her right ear is shaved. A few minutes later she feels a prick in her arm and she passes out. Her next conscious memory was of being in the dunes with her boyfriend.
Posted by P. Urial at 8:03 AM
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dorothy Izett lives in Vancouver, B.C., Canada. For years she has taken pictures in the dark off of her balcony at the apartment where she lives. The pictures she receives are so unusual. I remember one picture was of a light house and a harbor. There is nothing like that near her. Another one was of a window in a space craft with two "men" in flight suits standing against a wall, relaxed, and talking. You could see the frame of the window with bolts in it.
Dorothy wrote a book about her experiences and pictures. The following was excerpted from her book because I felt it was important for us to read.
FROM DOROTHY IZETT'S BOOK CONTACT WITH BEINGS OF LIGHT
Occasionally, because there have been so many UFO sightings over the years somebody will ask if I know why the ETs are coming here. Actually, there are all sorts of them coming here, and it's primarily to help us, not to hinder us. We seem to be so self-destructive. They know the struggle mankind is going through, man with his impulses and weaknesses, and that even the best of intentions somehow go awry. Man is like a twig in the wind, bending this way and that, according to the forces pushing him. They see man as a puppet yielding to the negative impulses within himself. Even man's senses are limited. People have eyes but can't see, ears but can't hear, and even when guidance comes loud and clear, they act as if they must deliberate on whether or not to follow that guidance. How people see my films is an example. Many people have seen my pictures and feel no impulse to pursue the light within, to question their values, or to even stop and think about what it means. I had one scientist fall asleep while watching my films. He woke with a start, rubbed his eyes, and said he thought it was dust on the lens. Other learned people guess at what my films show, but it is always a guess that leaves them comfortable with whatever they believe. We don't try to connect to our inner beings; instead, we rely on our own cleverness rather than ask, "What can I learn from this? Many people already have an opinion and walk away satisfied.
The Light Beings, like some high order ETs, want to help us. But they can only help in subtle ways because human beings have to pull themselves up by their own merits. We've got to want to do it ourselves. It's no good if somebody does it for us; there's no permanent growth in that. I don't know why this is such a hard thing for some people to understand. To learn from our mistakes and the mistakes of our ancestors, to experience and grow and to reach the eternal is really the reason we exist. Otherwise there would be no purpose to suffering in this world of uncertainty. There would be no reason for the world to exist.
Among other things, the role of the Light Beings is to keep us from committing suicide. When people began experimenting with nature, things started to get dangerous. Take the atomic bomb for instance. I know that sounds corny because we've seen this theme in movies, but a lot of people laugh at the idea that the bomb brought UFOs to earth. But silly-sounding or not, it really happened. Even the men who invented the bomb weren't sure if they were about to destroy the world. What people don't realize, and this was something given to me many years ago, nuclear experiments were extremely dangerous, not just to the people who were killed by the experiments and by the bombs, but to the subtle energies that bind dimensions. This posed a real danger to other life forms as well. From what I gather, there is a dimension quite close to ours, and the membrane that divides the two is fragile. When we tamper with nature, and it has gotten worse in recent years, by using atom bombs, or experimenting with strange chemicals that pollute our atmosphere, we weaken this membrane. If there's a break, there will be chaos on a huge scale because both the earth and its nearest dimension will be changed. The Light Beings and the ETs have been concerned about this for a long time. This is why some of the ETs have been coming here.
Man has reached a level of technology that is quite familiar to the Light Beings. We've not only fooled around with nature, but we're trying to alter, and even create life by means of transplants, cloning, and other kinds of genetic experiments. Without a spiritual life, without spiritual awareness and respect for what was created, for who we really are as whole beings, the results of these things can be quite devastating to the future of mankind.
ETs have been aware of what we do here since the beginning of our history. Space and time don't exist for them, or the Light Beings either, since none of them are of this earth. The ETs from planets out there don't travel through space; they just POP IN AND POP OUT INSTANTLY. Of course all of this is from my own experience, or from what I've learned from the Light Beings.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:58 AM
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I was sent a monograph about the petroglyphs that Dan Eden of Viewzone researched beginning in Colorado. I have extracted the most important parts in order to connect the dots and bring the story to a conclusion. Following is an annotated version of the long story I was sent without extraneous writings.
Thank you Dan for your important research. If you wish to read the entire monograph go to: www.viewzone.com/tells-all18.html
“One evening in early December I got a call. It was from a professor of mid-Eastern languages, stationed at Brigham Young University. He asked about an article he had read on Viewzone a while back. It was a small piece I had written about some strange petroglyphs - old rock carvings - that were found just outside the remote cattle town of LaJunta, Colorado.
THE ROCKS BEGIN TO SPEAK
The rocks were located in a few isolated canyons, South of LaJunta, Colorado, and were first brought to my attention by a resident of the town named Bill McGlone. McGlone was a retired engineer who had lived and worked all over America and had been stationed in Southeast Colorado during one of h is jobs.
McGlone was a highly intelligent man of Scottish heritage. In his younger days he was also fond of hiking and exploring the wilderness and of taking photographs. He first noticed the collections of strange symbols, etched into the canyon walls, and assumed that they were graffiti left by the Comanche Indians that once inhabited the region. But on closer inspection, he saw that they were quire unusual and unlike any other Native American petroglyphs in surrounding states.
Bill found traditional Indian art with scenes of hunting rituals and humanoid figures with feathers affixed to their head. He also found images of horses - unknown to America until the Spanish brought the animal here in the 16th Century, but these carvings were often done on top of the other petroglyphys. This suggested that the more worn and unusual petroglyphs were much older and perhaps made by a different people.
After collecting photographs and meticulously cataloging the petroglyphs of this older era, McGlone discovered something else that was not typically Native American. He noticed that these petroglphys contained the same 22 symbols that were repeated over and over, in various combinations and in different order. He believed this showed that they had a phonetic value and were signs of an ancient alphabet.
McGlone had also noticed a third type of petroglyph that resembled the Celtic language of Ogam. He had better success in reading these carved symbols and, with the help of a well known writer, Barry Fell, he convinced the State of Colorado to protect and preserve many of these ancient sites. But there was little protection for the mysterious petroglyphs that I had documented and they were often in the heart of a cattle ranch an being trampled underfoot by cattle and eroded by the elements.
In the Southern desert of Israel, called the Negev, a team from Harvard University had discovered the remains of a collapsed turquoise mine that was operated by a Pharaoh of Egypt almost 3500 years ago. The mine was remarkable because it had collapsed with miners still inside but had not been reclaimed and was left intact from that era. When the team of archeologists began to excavate and clear the mine of debris they noticed a strange collection of shapes and symbols had been carved on the inside walls of the shaft.
Since organic wood was recovered from the beams used to shore up the mine, very precise dates of the artifacts were obtained and pointed to a time of about 1500 BC. Dr. Harris knew that the mine was commissioned by the Egyptian dynasty but he also knew that the workers would have been drawn from the surrounding tribes of that region, and that they would have spoken, and written, a dialect known as proto-Canaanite.
The act that the symbols in the Negev numbered twenty-two, more or less, was highly significant. The proto-Canaanite language had twenty-two written phonetic symbols. Over time, Dr. Harris managed to read the writing and revealed his finding in his little read book, “The Name of God.” The writing was also subsequently found in the region immediately surrounding the mine and consisted of bitter comments about the working conditions of the mine, as well as fear that the mine was unsafe, and many well known phrases or devotion to a deity called Yah and El.
(Dan sent his photographs to Dr. Harris for his interpretation.) He had translated much of what I sent to him, including one rather mysterious panel that had looked to both McGlone and me, particularly important.
The panel in question was part of a very long, 60 foot wide, section of a canyon wall that was covered with writing. At the far right there was what appeared to be an image of a ship, complete with sails and rigging, and the image I sent him was of the last panel, to the far left.
It read, in proto-Canaanite, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah.” It appeared that this was evidence of a connection between the people of ancient Sanai and the Center of America - but how could this be?
What is the difference between proto-Canaanite and “root Hebrew?” The latter is the same Hebrew that is spoken today but is imited to words found in the Talmud, and limited further to those having no more than two or three consonants.
In the Spring of 2000, I decided I would see how my translation program worked in the field, and planned a trip to Colorado, to study the petroglyphs.
The land was owned by a wealthy rancher and he had surrounded the ranch with miles of barbed wire and “Keep Out” signs. As soon as e crossed on to his land he was upon us in his white pickup truck with a rifle. He refused to allow us access and pretended he had no knowledge of any petroglyphs and did not even want to discuss the matter.
After the help of a City official the rancher would be happy to allow me on the land, and would be expecting me at his ranch to give me the keys to the locked fences. After this incident we were welcomed to many other ranches and found even more petroglyphs. The translation program was running on a portable laptop and successfully gave a voice to the odd shapes and weathered stones. The messages were indeed old, in proto-Canaanite, and they gave a deadly prophecy.
Whoever wrote the petroglyphs came from the mid-East. There were multiple references to the land of Kan, or Canaan, images of ships and the narration of a perilous journey. They suffered not only a crisis of physical dilemmas but of faith.
As I translated the script, from the far right where the picture of the ship was pecked into the stone wall, to the far left, where Dr. Harris had translated the phrase, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I Am of Yah” something unexpected appeared in the texts. There were references to the “burning sky.”
The site with the long panel of petroglyphs appeared to be meant as a single story, perhaps the history of the epic journey that the authors had taken to get here. It was almost 20 feet above the current earth. Thousands of years had worn away the underlying soil and made the once eye-level writing artificially elevated. Also, the more recent petroglyphs of American Indians, with images of horses and feathered headed men, were now only half as high on these same cliffs.
The older script was also black with what i s called patina. It forms a thick black crust as the moisture leaches manganese from the stones and is a testament to the antiquity of the writing. The Native Indian petroglyphs were bright and fresh, as if made yesterday.
Not all of the ancient script was intact. Certain sections were worn by the weather and sand blasted by the wind, but enough of it was there to get the story. The authors had come to this location on purpose. They were not lost or exploring without a destination. And they arrived in poor shape, sick and with many lives lost in the journey. They arrived and stopped and made a temple to Yah.
One panel described how they were perplexed. They had no shelter or location for the temple’s “holy of holies,” and so used the cloth from their sail to make a tent “for the Father, Yah.” There was even a crude image of the tent to accompany the story.
After they had established themselves in the location they wrote their prophecy in the form of a warning. They spoke of the “arm of El” no longer protecting the people from the sky, and of being “burned by the sky.” They made references to the location as a “ safe zone” and that people should “seek shelter under the earth.” There were also references to “half-breeds” and the “white sect.”
I published the photos and some vague translations, but I withheld the real substance of what I had learned from the petroglyphs. Over the next few weeks I received lots of e-mail, mostly telling me about similar sites and asking me if I wanted to visit and photograph areas in Arizona and Utah.
But one day I received an e-mail from a man that contained a picture of similar petroglyphs. In fact, they were almost identical to the ones I was studying. I replied immediately, asking him where in Colorado he was from and on which ranch these petroglyphs were located. He wrote right back to me. They were not from Colorado but were taken in the remote outback of South Australia.
The man was John McGovern.. He sent more photographs from the same area and I anxiously translated the symbols and sent the texts back to him. I could not believe that the same writing was so widely dispersed. The questions aroused by this fact were profound. We went back and forth for about two weeks. Finally John sent me something that made my hair stand on end.
I had expected to see an image of a rock or canyon face with the typically pecked outline of the familiar shapes of the ancient proto-Canaanite language, but as the image assembled on my computer screen it was white -a page from a book - and it contained the phrase, in bold English letters, “The First I Am of Yah to the Last I am of Yah.”
This was the exact phrase that Dr. Harris had translated from my photographs of Colorado. It was the last panel of the 60 foot long script that described the “burning sky.” The petroglyphs were at least 2000 years old so I was shocked to see the same phrase on a printed page. I read his note, that accompanied the image, “Hi mate. Thought this would grab ya!”
Needless to say I was curious about the book. I wrote back as fast as my fingers could type, asking where this had come from and who wrote it. The delay from opposite time zones was frustrating but John replied the next day with yet another scanned image from the same book. This time it was a printed map of the world.
I carefully looked at the map and noticed it had been marked by a dozen points. North America contained three of them - one precisely printed on the area in Colorado where I had found the petroglyphs. In Australia there was also a mark that coincided with the location where John said he had photographed the petroglyphs he sent to me. I was puzzled and confused. I wrote to John, asking him to tell me everything he knew about the petroglyphs, the mysterious points on the map and to help make some sense out of the whole phenomenon.
Oddly, John was not immediately forthcoming with his disclosure. He told me that he had found my photographs by accident and that he had been similarly shocked when he saw the similarities - even more so when he learned the location of the petroglyphs. He alluded to a “secret group” of people that were aware of such things and insisted that I not publish anything that he would tell me about the matter.
Over the next several weeks, John McGovern sent me more pages from a rare book called The Keys of Enoch, written by a man known as Dr. J. J. Hurtak. The book was divided into various chapters, called “keys” and each key disclosed the knowledge of a revelation that was supposed to have been experienced by Dr. Hurtak concerning the future events of Earth and its people.
McGovern explained that the page he had sent to me was, ironically, the last “key” in the book - much the same as it was the final panel in the long 60 foot proto-Canaanite narrative. He also quoted other passages from the book that gave the exact longitude meridian where the petroglyphs in Colorado would be found. These were confirmed to be within 300 yards of the actual sites by checking my detailed maps and surveys of the area.
I knew that Bill McGlone was alone in his discovery and appreciation of the Colorado petroglyphs. They were so remote, and on private land, that it seemed doubtful that Hurtak would ever have knowledge of their exact location. Nevertheless, Hurtak had published these facts in the 1970s, well before McGlone had even visited Colorado.
John described a similar experience in Australia. He had found the site with similar petroglyphs in a very remote area of the Australian outback, many years before he happened to read about the coincidental location described in Hurtak’s book. Since there was only one zone in the entire Australian continent, McGovern did not know what the other petroglyph in different zones would look like and so he was surprised to see the same symbols in America.
We both knew we had found something significant. John was sure that it somehow related to the prophecies in Hurtak’s book. But I was more hesitant to believe this without exploring other possibilities.
In December of that year I got a new collection of images from my Australian friend. These were in the same alphabet as the proto-Canaanite script but the symbols were perfected in a font style and were beautifully cast in both stone and bronze. The note that accompanied them simply read. “Hey mate - look what they found in Yemen!”
ENTER THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
The images were from a small town called Mareb, in the Republic of Yemen. They were taken by the University of Calgary who had sent an archaeological team to finish the interrupted excavations of the famous archaeologist, Wendel Philips, on whose character the famous series of Indiana Jones films were based.
Wendele Philips was not looking for the famed “lost Ark” when he began to search the ruins of neighboring Ethiopia, but he did find the Western portion of the queen’s kingdom there and followed the trail back to Yemen, to the small tribal village of Mareb. There he convinced the Bedouin tribes to let him dig in the sand and he soon found the top of a buried structure that once belonged to the Queen of Sheba herself.
The University of Calgary had just started the excavations again when they discovered a large wall that encircled the complex, 60 feet in height, 15 feet thick, and covered with rows of script that no one could translate. The images of this wall wee in McGovern’s e-mail to me. As soon as I saw them I could recognize bits and pieces, familiar words and phrases of the proto-Canaanite text. But this was all pristine text that had been protected by the desert sand for 3000 years - not a worn and weathered petroglyph - and so I was anxious to work on it.
I stayed up all night working on a single photograph of one section of the wall, about 20 feet wide, that had a single line of symbols running in a horizontal line. There were hundreds of symbols to be deciphered. My program was working like a dream and I was filling a notebook with words as soon as they appeared on the screen of my computer. I was so impatient that I didn’t bother to make sense of the translation until I had completed the entire row that was visible in the photograph.
The poem, or prose, was speaking about a “son,” a “father” and of the “beautiful spirit.” There were also unusual ligatures, or combinations of two letters, that formed the familiar word for “God,” spelled “El.” But what did it mean?
It read as follows: (portions of the text were obscured by some workers standing in front of the wall)...”because the Son was aware of the essence that was in him
“And when the happiness of the Son was poisoned by the news that his father passing on the anger lifted when the son was told the location of the Father’s great box of EL. (Ed. The Ark of the Covenant)
“Ans when the happiness of the Son was poisoned by the action of the beautiful Lord’s movement the Son was made happy to swear to protect the box of EL, and to be associated with the Lord’s spirit.
“And his gloom lifted.
The Son constructed a chamber for the beautiful Lord’s spirit and covered it up. He accompanied the chamber of the Lord underneath to pray and to gain understanding and to protect...” (interrupted again by workers in the photograph)
It was beautiful to read words that had been hidden for so long, and also a bit surreal. I didn’t know what it meant, who was the “son” and his “father?” And what on Earth could the “box of EL” mean?
I sent my translations to Australia the next morning by e-mail. John seemed pleased and rewarded me by sending another image. This one was a photograph of a large brass plate, covered with the ancient alphabet, that had been found inside the temple of Sheba. It was originally a cylinder that surrounded one of the tall columns but only one side of a small portion was displayed. Still, it had lots of symbols and was a good project to keep me from thinking about other things.
This time the text spoke mainly about a woman who was referred to simply as “the mother.” The text read from right to left, but because it was only a partial view of the entire brass plaque, it started and ended in mid-thought. Nonetheless, it was enough to piece together a story. By the end of the evening I had finished most of it.
It seemed to be a continuation of the narrative on the wall.
...the Mother listened through the aperture of the Son in his chamber to see if he renounced the agreement with the Lord …
...because the sorrowful mother assembled around the chamber a wall without mortar so that she might rescue the son …
… she watched the son through the aperture and saw it illuminated and heard thunder and feared for the son...
… the son increased his knowledge of the future and the son shook and trembled from the knowledge of the unknown …
… to save her son because of the silence and because the worm had moved out from the aperture and great was her sorrow …
… moved from silence to judge if the son foresaw the loving mother wail and doubt his agreement with the Lord …
… the spirit (no translation) was happy to be made blind on account of the box and the son’s brother-in-law suffered increased painful study …
… the round city to protect her poor son and the mother then slowly encircled the foundation of the chamber …
… to judge the poor mother so the dwelling place of the box was obscured and the mother was also fearful that the sea would rise …
… so the proud mother’s love for her only son made her to fortify the chamber of the box in case the earth might tremble …
I was beginning to see a story in my notes, but the characters were unreal. I needed to know more about this old kingdom, the Queen of Sheba and whether she indeed had a son.
I worked tirelessly for hours on the stone. The stone was interesting because it had a more casual style of printing, similar to hand lettering, and included a few symbols I had never encountered before. It also had an end to the text. There was a horizontal strip of letters that suddenly finished, leaving the stone bare. But there were also chunks of the block that had been removed, taking with them the letters and eliminating the possibility of translating the missing words.
Again, the block started in mid-sentence:
“...the son also did not foresee the optimal time for drinking one’s fill because of the unknown powers in the world of his future offspring and so the world of his progeny would remained sealed …
… we pray that the crop (people) will be purified but do not encourage the harvest (of the people) prematurely as the Lord will burn the evil nations from the sky but let the son have dominion over the grain (creatures) and do not rise up until friendly nations are here …
… enter also to destroy and let the son predict the leader of these ripe seeds and the son will rejoice for the age of the ‘box of EL’ ….
… the proud mother’s son loves the fresh nation but respect the dwelling place of the body and tabulate the danger from salt water …
… and the son but do not bind the Lord to have plenty but unite the people in prayer on the mound and woe let the friends of the son rejoice and love because love can at last be lofty …
… real hiding place but wanted to agree to cause the Lord to escape but why shed tears for the imprisoned? The mother made the construction to be worthy of the delicate Lord and to praise the Creator …”
… the son foresaw the leader … (part of block missing here) … and the nation revered this son indeed”
John McGovern called Dan on the phone.
John spoke with me for about an hour. He had just read my e-mail and the translations and was very excited. I asked him if he had any idea what it all meant and he then, for the first time, told me the story of Solomon, Sheba and Menelik.
The time was around 1000 BC. Solomon had established his temple in Jerusalem and his wealth and power were widely known throughout the region. The Ark of the Covenant, the “box” that Moses had used to converse with God, was kept in the temple’s “Holy of Holies.” Solomon had a son, Nathan, by one of his many wives. Such was the custom of those times.
The Holy Koran, the Islamic text given to Mohammed by an angel of God, describes a time when Solomon is told of another kingdom to the South, run by a woman, that wealth and power equaling that of his own. He is told that the queen of this empire is beautiful and wise. The news arouses his curiosity and he sends messengers to invite the queen to visit him in Jerusalem.
The Queen of Sheba receives his invitation and is also curious to meet with this distant king. She packs a large caravan of camels and brings gifts of gold, frankincense and other precious commodities and arrives in Jerusalem, where she and Solomon maintain a courtship, testing each other’s intellect and wisdom with word games and puzzles.
It is believed that Solomon and Sheba were married, and that Sheba returned to her palace in Yemen pregnant with her only son, Menelik.
Menelik grew wise and became curious to meet his father. When he reached adulthood he made the journey North to Jerusalem. Upon meeting his father for the first time, Menelik was greeted and welcomed by Solomon, who remarked how much the young man resembled his own father, David. Menelik was given a special ring and was asked to share a secret with Solomon prior to returning to the Sabaean kingdom in Yemen.
A few years later, Jerusalem was invaded by the Assyrians and the temple was destroyed. Shortly after this happened, Menelik is said to have been told where Solomon had hidden the Ark of the Covenant and retrieve the Ark, protecting it in his mother’s kingdom.
Not much is written about other events, or the location of the Ark, but the queen soon abruptly abandoned her Yemen kingdom, with its elaborate palaces and temples, and moved her kingdom across the Red Sea to Ethiopia. The land where her once powerful and fertile kingdom was located was allowed to be absorbed by the desert sands and forgotten. Soon, the queen’s old kingdom was itself invaded by enemies, but the buried temple and palace were never found.
The present village of Mareb, in Yemen, is located near the famous dam that once irrigated the Sabaean kingdom. It is an old city, built upon a mound and now inhabited by Bedouins. The history and significance of the region had been entirely forgotten, even to folklore, until the brief excavations by Wendel Philips in the1950’s.
John’s research was brilliant. It made sense of the translated story. The “mother’ was the Queen of Sheba and the “son” was Menelik. Further, the “box of EL” was the lost Ark! We had certainly found something significant but we were both puzzled about what to do next.
In an act of desperation, I summarized my translations and sent them to Yemen, to the attention of the president, Abdul Saleh. It was a long shot. I was no one. I was a programmer with no background in either archaeology or linguistics. Who would listen to me?
Apparently someone did.
One day I received an e-mail that invited me to write a brief summary for the Yemen Times. I sent them the article and it was printed. Soon I was receiving inquiries about the text and, ultimately, I was invited to come to Yemen to inspect the site in person.
While the logistics of the trip were being considered, another surprising invitation was made, this time by Dr. J. J. Hurtak - the author of the Keys of Enoch. I was asked to meet with him at a restaurant in New York City, for lunch and conversation. He said he had something to show me.
GLOWING ORBS AND OSIRIS
Hurtak’s briefcase contained about six color photographs that had been enclosed in plastic. My first glance was at a photo showing Dr. Hurtak, speaking to a small group of people, and was apparently taken by someone in his audience. It showed Hurtak making a gesture with his hands, as if caught in the middle of an animated lecture. What was unusual about it was the presence of a glowing point of light that seemed to be hovering near his head and emitting a yellow-orange light.
My eyes opened wide when I looked at the photograph. Hurtak watched for my reaction and quickly shuffled to the next image. This one showed the Doctor in a darkened room, standing on top of a translucent structure that glowed with a blue luminescence. I had no idea what I was looking at, but Hurtak pointed to the glowing under his feet and remarked, “That’s me, standing on the tomb of Osiris.”
The remaining photographs were very odd. They were again of Hurtak. He was outside and was surrounded by what first appeared to be several children. But on closer examination, they were not children at all. Their features were muted and somewhat obscured. They also glowed with a blue luminescence. I moved my head closer to get a better look and thought I recognized the familiar big-eyed archetypal extraterrestrial, reminiscent of Whitley Strieber’s book, Communion. The only difference was that these little people were blue, not gray. They also seemed to be more innocent - like children - and less menacing than the usual agents of abductions.
Almost as soon as I had absorbed what I was being shown, the briefcase was closed and put away. I sat there in silence, not knowing how to react.
At one point, Hurtak turned to me and said, “You know, Dan, you will be seeing some of these same things in Yemen. Certainly things will change now. You have started to translate the fire letters. It won’t be long now.”
I remembered that McGovern had mentioned the fire letters. This was what Hurtak had called the petroglyphs that he predicted would be found at the dozen points around the globe. The fire letters were to be translated and understood prior to the next “great age,”, a time that would be marked by some sort of global catastrophe.
McGovern had also told me that the “translator” was mentioned in the prophecy, and that, like it or not, I was that person. I didn’t place any significance in this declaration since I had not read the original prophecies in Hurtak’s book. I also was well aware that Doctor Hurtak was a flesh and blood creature, like me.
(After Dan went to Yemen his friend John McGovern in Australia asked him to come there, which he did.)
We drove to a small town just outside of Adelaide. John stopped to speak with an old woman who gave us permission to access her land and we hiked a short distance to a large flat rock that resembled the slab foundation of a large building. It was a natural formation made of hard, dark brown stone. There were petroglyphs covering the entire surface.
The images, mostly circular shapes, had been pecked into the flat stone eons ago. There was thick dark varnish covering the petroglyphs and they were well worn by the wind and rain. It was almost impossible to see them until we climbed an elevated rock that looked down on the slab. Then the images began to make sense.
Viewed up close, each circle seemed meaningless. But when the entire rock was viewed as a completed work it told a story. Each collection of circles was like a frame in an animation. The circles moved from side to side and danced around a stationary point. Some of the circles had radiating lines surrounding them.
John said the site was very old. Very old in Australia can be, well, very old. Time seems to have slowed for many millennia on the continent until the arrival of the colonists. The Aboriginal people lived without the need for technology or change - what we have come to call progress - for longer than we can imagine. It was not uncommon for some Aboriginal people to have traditions dating back to the last ice age.
The Aboriginal mind is specialized for Australia. John did his best to explain how these petroglyphs were likely part of the “dreamtime,” or collective memory. Just as spiders know how to build their web, birds of a particular species can build a uniquely shaped nest or return to the same migration site as they ancestors, the Aboriginal people have incorporate certain memories in their genes. These memories are not “learned,” in our way of understanding the word. They are triggered by certain rituals or images and then become part of their consciousness, just as if they were learned through direct experience.
These circles were likely part of this phenomenon.
In the last “frame’ of this slab there was a curious image that caught my eye. One of the circular shapes repeated as the image was read from right to left. Each time the round shape became more distorted until the final shape resembled a crude figure with a head, two arms and two legs. It was as if the circle had morphed and become like a human.
I understood that there was something special about a vortex. If the same petroglyphs were found in these specific locations then they must have had something in common besides the language. But what?
The map I had been sent showed a dozen vortex points around the globe. One of the locations coincided with the Temple Mount in Jerusalem. That made sense. But the others were in remote places like the Ural Mountains, somewhere in Afghanistan and off the Southern coast of Japan. Why such remote places?
John explained that the Earth had some type of energy field that surrounded it, more complex than the simple magnetic field with North and South poles. This field had twelve poles which coincided with certain fixed geographic points on the Earth. It was here that contact with “the management” was possible.
We joked about his choice of words. “The management” was actually better than trying to deal with over-used terms like, “aliens,” “angels,” or “Gods.” He described a kind of corporate organization where sentient beings were functioning as students, interns, guides and go-betweens. So when “management” needed to call us to the home office, so to speak, they used the vortex.
These portals had been in operation for a very long time. The petroglyphs were presumably left by people who had witnesses this contact or had come specifically to engage the management. But he suggested another important possible role of the vortex that peaked my interest.
The Earth has suffered, and will again, significant radiation from a variety of celestial events, from super-novas to the mega-flares of our own Sun. These blasts are capable of destroying all life and we are only partially protected by out thin atmosphere and magnetic field. The energies are usually absorbed by the planet through little understood meridians that cover the surface of Earth. These facts were well known to me from an article I wrote a year before.
John proposed that a vortex was a “safe” zone, where survival was most propitious. He suggested that perhaps the management intervened during cataclysmic events and used these portals as an oasis of sorts.
I was not ready to believe this yet. I remembered the texts in Colorado which spoke of the “burning sky” and the need to hide from the Sun. The location of a safe zone would certainly be a plausible explanation for this text. I had my doubts though.
THE FLINDERS RANGE
Colin Norris: I told him I was going to be visiting the Flinders Range. He found a large map of the region and spread it on his dining room table. To the left of Augusta, the road went North to Woomera. Here the map had an interesting area colored red and marked “Restricted Area.” I asked him what was there. Colin smiles, took a deep breath, and asked me to sit down.
Woomera was a strange place. Colin told me that it was the home of an American military installation for the Air Force Space Command and an important testing range for the Australian Defense Science and Technology Organization, a group of defense contractors based in Adelaide whose chief member was Raytheon. It was also an area with phased arrays, an antenna farm like Poker Flats in Alaska (HAARP). Like Poker Flats, it also contained a missile testing range with silos and launch pads.
“Stay away from there,” he warned.
The last thing I would have expected in the remote outback was a military installation. Even more strange was the fact that it was manned by the American Air Force. What were they doing here in Australia? And why were they in this remote location? And why did this coincide with the vortex?
The time alone with John was a good opportunity to talk and listen. I learned that my old ideas about God, the bearded old man on a throne, were about as foolish as believing all matter was made from “stuff.” The universe is complex. Just as that “stuff” can be broken down into molecules, atoms, particles and quarks, deity is also diverse. The “management’ that John described was a complex hierarchy of beings that watched human development and provided periodic adjustments.
“So there are no little green men in spaceships then?” I was being sarcastic, but also a little disappointed.
“Well, I didn’t say that exactly, mate.
The petroglyphs were a few miles from the car and were located on the face of a brown stone wall that formed a canyon with a river. It was similar to what I had experienced in Colorado, although the Pergatoire River was much wider. This river was easy to cross on foot and the petroglyphs were immediately visible.
The entire collection of carvings were speared over 100 feet and were all covered with a thick layer of dark varnish. The age of these petroglyphs was hard to estimate but they were in the same style as the ones in Colorado and used the same symbols. I photographed as much as I could and copied some inscriptions to a notebook.
As I I moved from panel to panel, I noticed a recurring symbol that repeated on the stone wall. A pair of concentric circles was depicted, often with radiating line surrounding the outer circle. I had seen this in Colorado also, but the significance was unclear.
The terrain in front of the wall was flat and sandy. It would have made a great place for a concert. Indeed the wall itself had a kind of step that formed a flat, elevated stage, with the petroglyphs serving as an artistic backdrop. I could easily imagine a gathering of Aboriginal people using this site for some similar event.
When we returned to the campsite I was able to use the last few minutes of battery power on my laptop to translate a string of symbols I had copied in my notebook. It read:
“... In this place you will receive protection and power …”
The trip back provided me time to think. I was convinced that the writing was similar to that in Colorado. But it was also the same alphabet that was used in Yemen to describe the story of Queen Sheba and the Ark. Could I assume that the same writing would be found in the other vortex points around the world?
As we passed through Augusta I remembered the military installations that was adjacent to the Colorado vortex. Was this just a coincident or would there be similar installations near the other points of contact with the “management?”
We began to focus on some of the other areas around the world wehre there were alleged to be vortex points. The first one was in Brazil, just West of Sao Paulo. Raytheon had a major presence in Brazil. Nicknamed ‘SIVAM,” the System for Vigilance of the Amazon. Raytheon had placed a number antenna farms (HAARP?) and radar systems in the Amazon jungle. There was a special “off limits” zone just West of Sao Paulo. These arrays were linked to a central command post by satellite and were designed to detect any anomalous activity surrounding the vortex. Congressional records mentioned that a Brazilian atmospheric “heater” under US control, similar to the one in Poker flats, was also located somewhere in the region.
Another point on the vortex map was Southern Peru. It didn’t take long to learn that Raytheon was there also. Maps showed the familiar “off limits” zone and other records showed the installation of more antenna farms, satellite hookups and a US military presence.
In Asia, the vortex fell on the area just North of the Afghanistan border, in the Southern Ural Mountains. I was already familiar with this location since I had written a piece about Yamantau. This super secret military installation had eaten up billions of dollars and a significant portion of Russia’s impoverished economy. It was an underground facility with millions of square feet that had worried American congressmen.
Representative Bartlett asked Congress to investigate the need for such a costly project and reminded other legislators that, “The only potential use for this site is post-nuclear war...” He suggested that, with the end to the Cold War, this made no sense, and suspected a ore sinister agenda was behind the project.
The other Russian vortex is located near Kazakhstan and coincides with the secret zone around Svobodny.
It was no surprise to learn that Raytheon had a presence in these Russian sites. The same systems of arrays and satellite hookups were installed and each vortex point seemed to have an adjacent military zone that imposed a kind of “checkmate.” In fact, Raytheon was at all of the vortex sites.
We seemed to have stumbled blindly on an important discovery that linked past and present, good and evil and bridged the mundane with the fantastic.
The vortex points were important enough to have been marked in antiquity. If they did represent some special geography where “contact” could be mad then they deserved to be revered, much as the Temple Mound in Jerusalem is revered as the navel of the world.
(Why then did a UFO come down over the Temple Mount in January of 2011 and a baby without swaddling clothes was found in there afterwards? And what has happened to that baby? Somehow I think this is all linked together.)
Perhaps it was through these special portals that civilization has been guided and preserved through various cataclysms that have culled our population in the remote past. It seemed less of a fantasy now. I had seen the writing that described these areas as “safe zones” with my own eyes.
But the presence of military installations was puzzling. They seemed more to hinder access to these zones than to protect them. The terrible weapon that I had witnessed in Alaska (HAARP) was not beneficial to humanity. In fact, it was patently evil. Now there were many of them, either completed or under construction. Why?
If there was an organized deity, what John had called the “management,” could there be an organized counterpart - an evil empire - organized on a global scale, poised to fight for control of each vortex?
If the phased array “death ray” were ever actually used in these locations the result might very well be perceived as the “burning sky.” The damage to the ionosphere would allow radiation from space and our own Sun to burn our skin, cause mutations and kill the vegetation. This was a known effect. And yet the system was being positioned quietly, secretly, all over the planet.
John and I tried to understand this. We had many different theories and schemes to explain what we had learned. But in the end it was the simple explanation that seemed to make the most sense. There was evil in the world and we had accidentally seen part of their plan for controlling the globe. We didn’t have a name for them, nor did we understand their motives or agenda. But they were as real as the “management”.
It seemed a far reach from the present world to one where the “evil” forces could exert their dominance on the rest of the world. We were enjoying a refreshing era of peace and prosperity in America. The military budget had been reduced with the end of the Cold War and the nation’s coffers had a huge surplus. There was little need for any New World Order.
I landed at Logan Airport in Boston on September 9, 2001. (9/11)
About the Keys of Enoch
The Keys are, collectively, a CODE BOOK that explains how the Divine is extended and manifested through higher Thought-Forms that unfold throughout all realms of life. It should be pointed out that this text was not "channeled" but given to the author in direct face-to-face experience with two beings of Higher Superluminal Intelligence. Therefore, these Keys provide us with a great preparation, not only for the grand unification of the material realm, but for the ascension from the material and meta-material realms into the consciousness and spiritual realms of higher creation. Ultimately, the text seeks to help us with the complete transformation of our physical and mental skills and Quantum Mind experiences. In this, the mystery of what Christ referred to as "The House of Many Mansions" is no longer a mystery, but an active revelation of meaning in which we are active participants.
The Keys, thus, are a blueprint for the different levels of spiritual consciousness, and provides a "coding" for the understanding of these levels of reality through its intensive study. It challenges us to go beyond the ordinary three-dimensional thinking of our rational intellect, in order to accept it supra-rationally. More importantly, The Keys tell us that we are all experiential beings with free will. It is the acceptance and integration of our Higher Self with the spark of the Divine, in conjunction with the energy field which brings forth the knowledge of the true science of Life, that will enable each and all of us together to make the quantum leap.
Posted by P. Urial at 8:43 AM
Thursday, May 12, 2011
THE MEN IN BLACK
Sunglasses at night
Black suits, black ties, no smiles
“I look good in this.”
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse,
While night’s black agents to their preys do rouse.
WHO ARE THE MEN IN BLACK AND ARE THEY REAL?
The 1997 movie Men in Black put a different spin on the Men in Black story: They were not aliens. They were human agents whose duty it was to monitor alien activity on Earth and in nearby galactic space. It was a clever “interpretation” of one of the most pervasive elements of UFOlogy.
Reportedly, the Men in Black usually travel in groups of two or three and they appear shortly after someone officially reports a UFO sighting or an abduction experience. (Not all UFO percipients of abductees are visited by the Men in Black, but many are.) In some cases, the Men in Black have shown up at someone’s door after they have had a UFO sighting, but before they have had an opportunity to report it to anyone. It was as though they knew everything that had gone on and wanted to stop the person from talking about it.
In 1947, the same year as Kenneth Arnold’s Washington state UFO sighting and the Roswell crash Harold Dahl cam forward with the first official account of a visit from the Men in Black. (Dahl was my ex husband’s cousin!) Dahl reported that he had witnessed a UFO discharging “metallic” substances into the ocean off the coast of Maury Island, Washington, and that the following morning he was visited by a stranger clad in a dark suit. This ominous-looking “person” hinted that Dahl and his family would be harmed if he continued to speak about what he had seen. Dahl’s story was eventually revealed to be an elaborate hoax, and yet conspiracy theorists embraced the story and charged a cover-up of the truth - which was, of course, that Dahl had been visited by he real Men in Black.
In September 1953, Albert Bender, the founder of the International Flying Saucer Bureau, claimed that he was visited by three men in dark suits after he confided a UFO theory to one of the people with whom he corresponded. This was the true beginning of the Men in Black legend and became known in UFOlogy as the “Bender Mystery.”
The Men in Black always wear black suits. Sometimes the suits are impeccably clean and pressed; other times the suits have been reported as dirty and wrinkled.
Sometimes they have a heavy accent; sometimes they use very formal language; sometimes they attempt to speak in a gangster dialect.
The Men in Black seem amazed by ordinary terrestrial objects like spoons or combs.
Some people who claimed to have been visited by the Men in Black reported being very frightened and said that the Men in Black threatened them with violence if they did not keep their mouth shut.
The Men in Black apparently cannot afford new cars, for they are always said to drive old black Cadillacs (occasionally some other models, like Lincolns or Buicks are mentioned) that were in quite good condition. (If they were government agents, wouldn’t they be driving Tauruses or Impalas?) Also, witnesses report that their vehicles seemed to be illuminated from within by an unearthly green light.
Some witnesses claim that the Men in Black wear heavy makeup and and lipstick and have weird facial features.
The legend goes on....
The Men in Black can disintegrate coins in the palms of their hands. They are impervious to cold and are often seen in below freezing weather wearing nothing but their black suits. And speaking of their suits, many report that they seem to be made of some weird shiny material that is unlike anything any of the witnesses had ever seen.
It is possible that the Men in Black can levitate. There are accounts of them being seen walking across sloppy, muddy fields and appearing at someone’s door without a speck of mud or dirt anywhere on them -- including their spotless, polished shoes.
Are the Men in Black actors hired by the government and instructed to behave in as odd a manner as possible as part of an ongoing disinformation campaign?
Or are they robots or androids from another planet whose job is to keep track of UFO activity on Earth?
Or are the Men in Black aliens themselves or even from another dimension?
We do not know the answers to these questions.
But there are many people today who believe that the Men in Black movies starring Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones are documentaries.
Long ago when I lived in Seattle a Man in Black wearing a fedora hat and in an old black Cadillac was seen by a person on the side of the road. The Man in Black was leading a huge dog by a collar and chain out the side of the window. He went on by the person watching and shortly came back down the road without the dog. When the person walked up the road to see what happened to the dog he found it cut in half and the half cut in pieces, piled up along the side of the road!
That was only one case, there have been many.
This article was taken from The Weird 100 by Stephen Spignesi
Posted by P. Urial at 7:51 AM
Sunday, May 8, 2011
LIFE ON MARS!
Alan Shepard sparked a generation of aspiring astronauts with the United States’ first manned space flight on May 5, 1961. That same month President John F. Kennedy stoked the space craze, announcing that an American would walk on the moon within the decade. Fifty years on, despite budget stress and competing priorities, it’s still clear that the giant leaps continue.
1. Voila! Earth’s first off-planet residence, the International Space Station, will be complete after 10 years of continuous habitation and construction. Our outer-space home base plans to welcome new arrivals until 2020, including a talking robot that will keep astronauts company and tweet updates back home.
2. After the space shuttle program ends this summer, privately built craft will soar into the same flight path; NASA has contracted with the firm SpaceX to use its Dragon spacecraft on supply runs to the space station.
3. Spaceport America will open in New Mexico by the end of the year, ushering in the era of recreational space travel. There, Virgin Galactic will continue test flights for its commercial shuttles. Soon passengers can venture on a 2.5-hour journey to the edge of outer space, 62 miles from terra firma. So far, about 410 people have plunked down deposits for $200,000 ticket.
4. In September, multiple unmanned probes will hitch a ride to the moon on a Delta 2 rocket. One will collect data on the moon’s atmosphere and clingy dust - information important for future manned missions there.
5. In March, NASA’s MESSENGER became the first spacecraft to go into orbit around Mercury, where it will continue its up-close study of the planet’s origins.
6. This fall, NASA’s appropriately named Curiosity rover will launch toward Mars to dig up data on the red planet’s deepest mystery: Has our closest neighbor ever been habitable?
7. Spacecraft Juno will begin its five-year cruise toward Jupiter in August. when it arrives, the probe will orbit the planet 32 times, measuring its composition, atmosphere and magnetosphere. The goal? Understanding how our solar system - and its largest planet - formed.
8. Here comes the sun! In February, NASA’s twin STEREO probes began beaming back images taken from opposite sides of our star, providing the first-ever 360-degree views. Observing the full sun will enable scientists to develop an alert system for events called coronal mass ejections, eruptions that interfere with Earth’s satellites and power grids.
9. The NASA Kepler space telescope’s search for planets outside our solar system found 1,235 new candidates. The five most intriguing are similar to Earth in size and temperature - in other words, possibly habitable.
10. What’s next? Eminent physicist Michio Kaku says the big space news of the coming 50 years will be confirming that we are not alone in the universe. “We’ll find planets with oceans, oxygen in the atmosphere, microbial life and maybe even intelligent life,” Kaku says. “Perhaps we’ll even be able to eavesdrop on their conversations.”
By Betsy Tower AARP Bulletin
Posted by P. Urial at 6:45 AM