Sunday, July 31, 2011
Extraterrestrial Airship Pilot "Little Traveler" Alien
Death: Apr. 19, 1897
In 1896 and 1897, reports of mysterious airships using powerful searchlights were being reported all over the United States, from California to Illinois. Hundreds of people reported seeing one of these airships in several counties in Texas. On Monday morning a little after 6 a.m., April 19, 1897, the airship crashed in Aurora on Judge James Spencer Proctor's place, destroying the windmill over his well along with the judge's flower garden. There was a big explosion, and debris was scattered over several acres. The airship pilot was nursed in a local barn but died that day.
According to the Fort Worth paper the alien occupant of the aircraft was given a Christian burial in the Aurora cemetery. He was put to rest at noon the day after the crash. The Dallas Morning News on April 19, 1897 had an article about the crash and several other stories about sightings of the airship all over northern Texas. Between April 15 and April 19 of 1897, the Dallas Morning News contained accounts of sightings from 21 different towns. The occupant of the airship was reported as being humanoid and small in size and the Dallas Morning News said he "was not an inhabitant of this world." There is mention in some accounts of strange hieroglyphs among the wreckage. Jim Marrs is one of the few people who has researched this case in depth, and according to his book, Alien Agendas, Bonnie Etoy Oates and Brawley Hoyle Oates bought Judge Proctor's property. Mrs. Oates said that nothing grew for years in the spot where the airship crashed. The Oates family, notably Brawley Oates, also suffered from health problems such as cysts and goiters supposedly caused by the drinking water from their well.
In the 1920's people wanted to dig up the body but were stopped by locals with shotguns. A strange little headstone was the only marker for the little airship pilot but it disappeared in 1973. Bill Case used a metal detector at the grave site. He detected three metal areas that might have been wreckage pieces or personal possessions. The weekend after the gravestone disappeared in 1973, someone removed the metal pieces in the grave using 3 inch pipe and a special tool for that purpose. After the grave was disturbed in 1973, cemetery officials hired a lawyer to fight UFO researchers who wanted the alien body exhumed. The cemetery board was worried about spotted fever starting up again; the town had been devastated from an epidemic in 1888. Officials are worried about digging up the wrong grave, they are not as well marked as they are now. Bottom line, folks in Aurora are very protective of their cemetery and are not willing to have any graves disturbed.
Some debunkers claimed there was never a windmill at the Proctor place; but in 2008, the television show UFO Hunters found the windmill struts in the ground when they did their investigation. They also discovered that metal was still embedded in an old tree which was damaged by the crash. Researcher Marrs, who lives only a few miles away from Aurora, talked to three old timers who were still alive in the 1970's who remembered the crash. One eyewitness he interviewed actually saw the airship in the air flying over the town and another one witnessed people removing the wreckage the next day. The third old timer said her dad told her the crash was a hoax, but she did not have any first hand knowledge. One of her best friends was head of the local historical society, and she claimed as well that the crash was a hoax.
When Chief of Staff General Marshall wanted UFO incidents investigated after the "Battle of Las Angeles" in 1942, he asked for a report of all incidents since 1897. Interestingly enough, the United States Air Force's top secret hypersonic plane is named the Aurora. The government may have already dug up the body and removed it. Its been reported that right after the crash, military personnel visited Aurora. But if you are still there little guy, rest in peace. Your DNA is safe in Texas.
From the city of Aurora, Texas official webpage:
"The city is most famous for the legend of the airship crash of April of 1897. This alien sighting pre-dates the Roswell Incident by fifty years. Local citizens are rumored to have buried the alien in our local cemetery. A Texas historical marker notes the event."
Aurora Cemetery Marker Text:
The oldest known graves, here, dating from as early as the 1860s, are those of the Randall and Rowlett families. Finis Dudley Beauchamp (1825-1893), a Confederate veteran from Mississippi, donated the 3-acre site to the newly- formed Aurora Lodge No. 479, A.F. & A.M., in 1877. For many years, this community burial ground was known as Masonic Cemetery. Beauchamp, his wife Caroline (1829-1915), and others in their family. An epidemic which struck the village in 1891 added hundreds of graves to the plot. Called "Spotted Fever" by the settlers, the disease is now thought to be a form of meningitis. Located in Aurora Cemetery is the gravestone of the infant Nellie Burris (1891-1893) with its often-quoted epitaph: "As I was so soon done, I don't know why I was begun." This site is also well-known because of the legend that a airship crashed nearby in 1897 and the pilot, killed in the crash, was buried here. Struck by epidemic and crop failure and bypassed by the railroad, the original town of Aurora almost disappeared, but the cemetery remains in use with over 800 graves. Veterans of the Civil War, World Wars I and II, and the Korean and Vietnam conflicts are interred here.
News article from the time of the crash: S. E. Haydon, reporter for the Dallas Morning News reported on Monday, April 19, 1897:
"About 6 o'clock this morning the early risers of Aurora were astonished at the sudden appearance of the airship which has been sailing around the country. It was traveling due north and much nearer the earth than before.
Evidently some of the machinery was out of order, for it was making a speed of only ten or twelve miles an hour, and gradually settling toward the earth. It sailed over the public square and when it reached the north part of town it collided with the tower of Judge Proctor's windmill and went into pieces with a terrific explosion, scattering debris over several acres of ground, wrecking the windmill and water tank and destroying the judge's flower garden.
The pilot of the ship is supposed to have been the only one aboard and, while his remains were badly disfigured, enough of the original has been picked up to show that he was not an inhabitant of this world.
Mr. T.J. Weems, the U.S. Army Signal Service officer at this place and an authority on astronomy gives it as his opinion that the pilot was a native of the planet Mars. Papers found on his person -- evidently the records of his travels -- are written in some unknown hieroglyphics and cannot be deciphered. This ship was too badly wrecked to form any conclusion as to its construction or motive power. It was built of an unknown metal, resembling somewhat a mixture of aluminum and silver, and it must have weighed several tons. The town is today full of people who are viewing the wreckage and gathering specimens of strange metal from the debris. The pilot's funeral will take place tomorrow."
UPI on May 24, 1973:
"Aurora, Tex. -- (UPI) -- A grave in a small north Texas cemetery contains the body of an 1897 astronaut who was 'not an inhabitant of this world,' according to the International UFO Bureau.
The group, which investigates unidentified flying objects, has already initiated legal proceedings to exhume the body and will go to court if necessary to open the grave, director Hayden Hewes said Wednesday."
"After checking the grave with metal detectors and gathering facts for three months, we are certain as we can be at this point [that] he was the pilot of a UFO which reportedly exploded atop a well on Judge J.S. Proctor's place, April 19, 1897," Hewes said." "He was not an inhabitant of this world."
For some video about this incident, check out the History Channel report and the March 14, 2009 Jim Marrs' lecture.
I want to thank Marjorie Higgins for sending this article to me. Many persons are not aware of the 1897 Aurora UFO crash.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:23 AM
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
PAT McGUIRE DIED MAY 14, 2009
This article was written by Bonnie McGuire.
TODAY I FOUND OUT THAT PAT HAD PASSED AWAY ON MAY 14, 2009. I WAS IN SHOCK. PAT WAS A GOOD FRIEND AND SPENT MANY NIGHTS AT OUR HOUSE. HE WAS EXCEPTIONAL AND MADE ME LAUGH. HIS EYES WOULD SPARKLE AND YOU WOULD KNOW HE WAS TEASING. I AM GLAD HE WAS MY FRIEND. THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER PERSON LIKE HIM. I WILL MISS HIM. AT LEAST NOW HE KNOWS THE ANSWERS. - Aileen
Many years ago we were visiting relatives in Wyoming, and I asked an aunt if she knew anything about the strange cattle mutilations reported throughout the west. She quietly nodded and brought out some news clippings about a Cousin's personal experiences concerning cattle mutilations, his abduction and other events connected with UFO's. According to detailed accounts in The Casper Star-Tribune (6/29/80, 9/28/80, 6/2/83) his adventure began when he felt a compulsion to dig a well on his ranch, a 1,100 acre parcel situated about 30 miles north of Laramie near Bosler. The prairie basin area is about 7,200 feet above sea level, and (in 1971) was mostly covered with sagebrush. Most people didn't think there was any water, and well digger companies refused to drill for what wasn't there. Pat was convinced there was water, so he and a friend built their own rig and started drilling. A geologist was helping Pat in the final days of digging the well. Pat had invented a special drill blade to cut through the rocky ground. One evening there was a huge bang on the side of the trailer house where Pat and the geologist were sleeping. The geologist was scared to death. Pat jumped out of bed and into his boots. He hit the floor running and yelling, "the water is here, the water is here." Sure enough the well gushed 8,000 gallons of pure, soft water per minute.
His neighbors thought he was crazy, but their jokes turned to awed disbelief when they realized he'd tapped into an underground river at 350 feet. Pat was able to turn his sagebrush ranch into an oasis of irrigated grassland. His was the only land in the area with enough water for cash farming. Neighboring ranches failed to find any water. The next summer Pat planted crops. Through difficulty he got the water wheels to water the crops. In the mornings he would go out to inspect the equipment. More often than not he would find that someone had tampered with the wheels and he would have to repair them. He did see someone once at night through his telescopic scope. Pat never did figure out who was sabotaging his water system. After the crops were harvested Pat took them to the elevator. It was a prime crop, perfect in every way. All the elevators were full so they stockpiled the crops on the ground. When it was time to sell the crop someone had mixed a lot of other types of crops into his. The buyers said it was tainted and would not take it. Pat had been counting on the money from the crops to pay for the ranch and the water system. After that everything went downhill for him.
We remembered seeing a strange story on television's "That's Incredible." In October 1973, a man elk hunting with his brother-in-law in Wyoming's Teton Mountains became lost for six hours. When he was found he couldn't remember anything during those hours. At the time we didn't realize the man was Pat. It wasn't until 1978 that Pat began to realize what happened. That's when he met Dr. Leo Sprinkle, a noted parapsychologist and UFO authority at the University of Wyoming. Under hypnosis, Pat recalled being lost in a snowstorm while hunting Elk in the Tetons near Jackson, and of being taken aboard a spacecraft into an oval room, where aliens telepathically instructed him to plan for the well. The aliens appeared to be humans about 6 feet tall, weighing around 200 pounds. They had large eyes, thin lips, were bald and had no bridge on the nose. Their clothing was black except for a silver belt buckle with a star resembling the Star of David. Pat wasn't sure about them being from outer space, or another dimension, but their craft was propelled by a sophisticated magnetic system. If the destination was a distant planet, the system simply locked onto the planet, and the planet's magnetic pull drew the craft to it at tremendous speed. They could hover motionless indefinitely, or perform impossible maneuvers.
The aliens told him that they were monitoring his well for some reason. Once he tried to shoot at them, but they paralyzed him from the neck down until they left, so he decided to leave them alone. Dr. Sprinkle believed his experiences, descriptions of the craft and beings, because they were similar to the accounts of about 200 others he'd worked with.
In 1980 Pat invited Dr. Richard Fleck from the University of Wyoming, Star-Tribune newspaper photographer Richard Foertsch and reporter Greg Bean out to the ranch to "watch the show" as Pat called it. That night they camped on a hillside overlooking the vast basin where the farm was with cameras ready to photograph their first UFO. Around 3:00 a.m., a strange sequential light flashing blue, red, yellow and white appeared on the horizon. It moved straight up and down...several hundred feet at a time. Then stopped and rocked back and forth across the sky. For about fifteen minutes the object continued it's cosmic dance and then flashed across the sky. According to the reporter, "The landscape was too dark to allow a photograph with perspective, and the object was too far away to recognize any exact detail." The witnesses weren't certain about what they saw, but felt less skeptical.
Pat's sister said she didn't believe him either when she and her husband first moved there, "But when one of the things lands in the field in front of the house, or hovers directly overhead, it's hard to ignore." At first Pat's children were frightened, but eventually got used to the intrusions. The craft were about 300 feet wide and 60 feet tall. The Star-Tribune reported that the only time Pat was frightened was after he and his brother-in-law saw a hovering craft pick up a young calf one evening in 1976. He thought it was a government craft. He became determined to catch whomever was doing it. Night after night he watched and sure enough one night a light from a craft came down an picked up a calf. At that point he was watching through his telescopic lens on his rifle. He started to squeeze the trigger. At that moment he became completely paralyzed. He could only move his head. An entity named Michael allegedly appeared for the first time right beside him. Pat almost had a heart attack. The entity was six feet tall, and wore a black, skin tight jump suit that looked like spandex material. He wore a belt with the insignia of a six pointed star on the buckle. Two weeks prior to the incident, two of Pat's cows had been mutilated within a few miles of the house. After that there were no other mutilations or other aggressive actions, so the family felt relatively safe.
A 1983 article by Peter Rondinone in Anuti Matter magazine (p. 151) related that Wyoming's Governor Ed Herschler defeated Pat (in 1982) after one of the most bizarre gubernatorial primaries in American history. During his first rally in a shopping mall, he yelled, "A vote for me is a vote for extra-terrestrials." The governor expressed dismay that the 8,000 votes for Pat proved a lot of people in Wyoming had seen UFO's. However, Pat thought his UFO pro-Israel claims made some people think he was nuts. In fact, his children were asked by classmates if that crazy man was their father. Things got worse. On June 2, 1983, Pat notified the Star-Tribune that he was going to file suit in the federal court at Cheyenne against the CIA, the FBI and Air Force intelligence. His complaint was that these agencies suppressed information that UFO's working with an unnamed foreign power were vandalizing his property. He asserted that the FBI said they knew who was doing it but they couldn't tell him. The overall result was that he suffered complete financial ruin and the State Loan Board foreclosed on his property. According to one of his acquaintances, "The land was confiscated and sold at auction to the Federal Land Bank...Last we heard it was sold to the University of Wyoming."
His experience was so bazaar that relatives don't want to talk about it. The more we read about his contacts with the entity Michael, the more schizophrenic he appeared to be. His recollection of the "men in black," seems to have occurred during his 24 hypnotic sessions with Dr. Leo Sprinkle, after which he followed the political directives of the entity Michael. This prompted me to visit Sprinkle's web site. Researching on the Internet is like stepping inside an encyclopedia shopping mall. I found it interesting that the University of Wyoming psychologist also recalled having been on board a UFO when he was a boy. "It happened when I was a fifth grader in a small town in Colorado. I was aboard a space vehicle of some kind, looking out a large window at the stars rushing by. A tall man (at least I believe it was a man) was standing beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder...He said to me, 'Leo, learn to read and write well. Then, when you become a man, you can help people learn about their purpose in life."
Many scholars wonder about the effects of hypnosis on those subjected to it. Consequently, criminal evidence obtained in this manner is no longer acceptable. Pat's strange experiences became reality after hypnosis. The aunt who gave us the newspaper articles wrote us that, "This McGuire never drank or smoked that I know of. He had a real nice wife and children. He wanted to do big things....and went up this side of Laramie and drilled a well. It put out a terrible big stream of water. I saw him plug the pipe so kids wouldn't crawl in it..." She mentioned that after he got in with Dr. Sprinkle he changed, wound up divorcing his wife and married someone else. "The Federal government took part of his place on top, and the State took the other part." She said, "He didn't talk about the UFO's anymore, although they were reported all over the country..."whether this is real or imagination...time will tell, I suppose."
The result of Pat's strange experience was summed up by his friend who wrote, "Through the years I have observed him going through many disheartening events until today he is a broken man, without hope. If ever there was a person that needed help and compassion from his fellow man, it is Pat. The last time I saw him the laughter was gone and I found it hard to coax a smile out of him. Pat is an Irishman and you all know how they love to laugh. When he laughs the sparks jump right out of his bright blue eyes. He is a great person to be friends with."
It appears that Pat wanted to get to the bottom of things that were happening on his ranch, so he went to an expert at the University for help. Instead of getting better, things went from bad to worse.
AND NOW MY ARTICLE I WROTE ABOUT PAT (While he was still with us)
Pat McGuire, Laramie, Wyoming rancher became a good friend during our stay. In fact we bought a snowmobile from him. We became very familiar with his contact story as he came to stay overnight with us at Arlington, Wyoming several times.
To know Pat is to love him. He is so funny; that is -- when he is happy. In the last few years he has not been very happy due to the treatment he has received in Laramie. Pat and I have always had a special relationship laughing and joking. At this point there are only a couple of people in the UFO field Pat will trust. He has been treated shabbily by UFO researchers.
Pat's story began when he was living on his 5,000 acre spread. He kept a lot of livestock on his ranch. One night he observed a UFO picking up one of his calves. He thought it was a government craft. After that night he had quite a few mutilatons. He became determined to catch whomever was doing it. Night after night he watched and sure enough one night a light from a craft came down and picked up a calf. At that point he was watching through his telescopic lens on his rifle. He started to squeeze the trigger. At that moment he became completely paralyzed. He could only move his head. Michael, his contact, appeared for the first time right beside him. Pat almost had a heart attack. You would too. Michael is one of the gray/white skinned aliens, only in his case he was six feet tall. He wore a jump suit that is skin tight, of black, what looked like spandex material. Around his waist he wears a belt with an insignia of a six pointed star on the buckle.
Michael told Pat not to shoot. From that point on Pat has been contacted by Michael. Michael told Pat he works for the Supreme Being and he is the archangel Michael. Pat is not the only one to have seen Michael. I know of two other people who have definitely seen him.
Pat was instructed to dig a well on his property. Michael told him if he placed three rocks that they would bring the water right to where he placed them. It took Pat seven years to get the materials together and complete what he had been instructed to do. All the while he was working on the well he was to fly the Israeli flag over it. He also was to buy a tank motor to run the well as he would need something big. When he fired up that motor you could hear it for miles! Everyone wanted to know how Pat would know how to fix the motor if something went wrong. That is a story in itself.
From the beginning Pat was picked up by Michael's ship. He was put into Ariel Sharon's body. In Sharon's body he was in the Six Day War in Israel, and in many battles the Israeli's fought. As Sharon he was in the tank corp. Pat learned how to work on tank motors. He even hurt his leg in one battle. Sharon limps from that injury AND SO DOES PAT!
Pat needed a loan from the bank to buy equipment for his ranch. Some of that equipment was the water sprinkling system which he planned to use to raise crops. Alcoa Aluminum wanted to find water on the property too. They dug 26 test holes - everywhere but where Pat told them to. They said there was no water there. The bank then would not finance Pat.
A geologist was helping Pat in the final days of digging the well. Pat had invented (through help from his alien friends) a special drill blade to cut through the rocky ground. One evening there was a huge bang on the side of the trailer house where Pat and the geologist were sleeping. The geologist was scared to death. Pat jumped out of bed and into his boots. He hit the floor running. He was yelling, "the water is here, the water is here." Sure enough it was. 8,450 cubic feet per minute.
Later Michael told Pat that they brought an underground river from Canada in 10 minutes. At the point where the well was dug it made a turn upwards. This was the biggest well ever dug in the United States. Alcoa was off by inches. Of course, they weren't supposed to find the water, Pat was.
The next summer Pat planted crops. Through difficulty he got the water wheels to water the crops. In the mornings he would go out to inspect the equipment. More often than not he would find that someone had tampered with the wheels and he would have to repair them. He did see someone once at night through his telescopic scope but again he was prevented from firing. Pat never did figure out who was sabotaging his water system.
After the crops were harvested Pat took them to the elevator. It was a prime crop, perfect in every way. All the elevators were full so they stockpiled the crops on the ground. When it was time to sell the crop someone had mixed a lot of other types of crops into his. The buyers said it was tainted and would not take it. Pat had been counting on the money from the crops to pay for the ranch and the water system. After that everything went downhill for him.
Religion has been an important part of Pat's life. He is Irish Catholic. During his marriage to Wanda they had eight children. Eventually about the time of everything going downhill Wanda became pregnant with the ninth child. She was very upset because at this point they couldn't afford the children they had. When she took this attitude Pat was instructed to divorce her. Wanda miscarried. There is a statue of the Virgin Mary and Jesus on a hill overlooking the ranch. That is where the baby is buried.
Pat was told he was to bring forth into this world 13 children. One for every tribe of Israel. After he divorced Wanda he married a wonderful girl by the name of Lynn. They had two children. One was name Ariel Sharon and the other one is Michael.
Michael gave Pat instructions to find seven pure men to make a journey to a safe place he and Pat picked out for any future eventualities. Pat was instructed not to ask anyone that had anything at all to do with an abortion, whether it was to lend the money for one, or the cause of having one done, etc. Pat was to lay in supplies in this safe place. As far as I know he has never taken the journey.
Michael made it clear that abortion is one thing that the "Supreme Being" is very upset about. He even instructed Pat to send a telegram to the Israelis stating that if they didn't stop abortion in Israel that Michael and the Supreme Being's forces would not help Israeli pilots in the wars they are constantly fighting. Pat did as he was told.
Pat was also instructed to run for governor of Wyoming. Again he did as he was told. He was given press releases by Michael to send to President Reagan. Also press releases for Pat's campaign and what THEY wanted stated in the papers.
It was in this way that one of the persons who also saw Michael, came to have that experience (whether she wanted it or not). The young lady was to provide a press release for the campaign but she had been putting it off because of other pressing matters. She attended the University or Colorado. One evening she was walking across the campus. Right in front of her Michael appeared. He said, "I am Pat McGuire's Michael. Why haven't you written the press release? I want it done -- now!" She was so frightened that all she could do was go to her room and start typing. While she was writing the article Michael again appeared to her in her room. This time she was so upset that after that press release she quit the campaign. She told Pat she no longer wanted anything to do with Michael, or Pat.
Pat was instructed by Michael to quit campaigning. Even at that, he still garnered 15% of the total vote for Governor.
He had been instructed to visit the Indian reservations up north. He met a lot of Indians who were interested in supporting Pat as Governor. On the day of the election there was one of the worst snow storms in the history of Wyoming. No one on the reservations could come down out of the hills to go vote.
Everyone asks why did Pat have to go through so many hurtful things. We don't have the answer.
We have noticed that contactee's lives are more stressful and hard to deal with than most persons. Perhaps we have more to learn in one lifetime than other people. How can we be compassionate in every situation if we haven't been there before the people we are trying to help?
Pat's life now is one step above poverty level. We don't think it is fair. But we cannot see the future, only God can do that.
Posted by P. Urial at 3:17 PM
Sunday, July 24, 2011
This article was taken from Phantoms and Monsters blog who took it from MUFON!
Recent alien visitation - Cape May, New Jersey
My wife and I were on a short vacation in Cape May, New Jersey this past weekend. We were staying at a B&B on Beach Ave. with a view of the sea.
I was asleep when I was awakened by something. I opened my eyes and saw two beings standing at the foot of the bed. It was dark, but there was adequate light coming in from the street for me to see them very clearly. I estimate that they were between 4.5-5 feet tall because I could only see them from the waist up. They were identical in every way. They were wearing black or dark green, form-fitting outfits that resembled scuba diving dry suits. These included snug hoods that extended from the back of their necks over top of their skulls. On their upper chests was a rectangular, gold or bronze colored plate about 6x4 inches with two rows of inscribed symbols or buttons on them. It resembled an instrument touchpad of some sort.
They were no more than six feet from my face and they were both staring right at me. It was a cool, appraising look. It's the look a cat might give you.
Their crania were very large, perhaps twice as large as a man's. But it was their faces that really got me. They had huge, wraparound, black eyes set above high cheekbones. Their skin appeared coppery or orange in color. I couldn't detect a well defined mouth or nose, but along the rim of their jaws and down to their chins were some kind of organ-like structures. Gills? Mandibles? Not sure. I couldn't see their hands, so I can't say how many digits they had.
As I say, I had a very clear view of them. When I realized that this was not a dream I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better view. Strange, but I felt no fear. I was about to say something, when I got this very clear thought, "Something is wrong. He sees us." I suddenly became extremely sleepy. I tried to fight the urge to lie back down, but it was no use. I felt my eyes closing and that was it. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was awakened by the sunlight streaming in through the balcony door. Once she was awake I asked my wife how she had slept and she said it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a while. No dreams.
This isn't the first time in my life that I've had what could be called nocturnal visitations. As a child and teenager they were very frequent. And often terrifying. As an adult they tapered off to the point where I chalked up my youthful experiences to dreams, hormones, flights of fancy, etc. I had even stopped thinking about them. But this is the first time as an adult that I had such a clear and unambiguous sighting of these creatures.
If one thing stands out, it's the sense of almost military precision and discipline that I got from them. It's hard to explain, but I got the feeling that these were no-nonsense 'men' who had a job to do and followed orders to the letter. They were not there to be my friend or to tell me any of the universe's secrets. They were under orders and would no sooner go against them than would one of our Navy Seals. And one last thing, they were supremely confident and felt not the slightest fear towards me. I am absolutely sure of that. - MUFON CMS
Posted by P. Urial at 7:55 AM
Thursday, July 21, 2011
A Soldier Encounters St. Michael
This was forwarded to us by a reader:
There's a story about a young Marine named Michael who wrote a letter home to his mother while he was in the hospital after having been wounded in Korea in 1950. A Navy Chaplain named Father Walter Muldy apparently was given the letter, checked the facts and concluded what was in the letter was true. A year later he read the letter in public for the first time, to a gathering of some 5,000 Marines at the Naval Base in San Diego. Here is the letter:
I wouldn't dare write this letter to anyone but you because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard but I have got to tell somebody. First off, I am in a hospital. Now don't worry, ya hear me, don't worry. I was wounded but I'm okay you understand. Okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month.
But that's not what I want to tell you.
Remember when I joined the Marines last year; remember when I left, how you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn't have to tell me that. Ever since I can remember you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well I always have.
When I got to Korea, I prayed even harder. Remember the prayer that you taught me? "Michael, Michael of the morning, fresh chord of Heaven adorning," you know the rest of it. Well I said it everyday. Sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.
Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up over the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold, my breath was like cigar smoke.
I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when along side of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any other Marine I'd ever seen. He must have been 6'4" and built in proportion. It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body near.
Anyway, there we were trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start conversation I said, "Cold ain't it." And then I laughed. Here I was with a good chance of getting killed any minute and I am talking about the weather.
My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, "I have never seen you before, I thought I knew every man in the outfit."
"I just joined at the last minute", he replied. "The name is Michael."
"Is that so," I said surprised. "That is my name too."
"I know," he said and then went on, "Michael, Michael of the morning ..."
I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that you had taught me? Then I smiled to myself, every guy in the outfit knew about me. Hadn't I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen. Why now and then, they even referred to me as St. Michael. Neither of us spoke for a time and then he broke the silence.
"We are going to have some trouble up ahead."
He must have been in fine physical shape or he was breathing so lightly I couldn't see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds. There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself, well with the Commies all around us, that is no great revelation. Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
"Michael," I shouted in sudden alarm.
I felt his hand on my arm, his voice was rich and strong, "This will stop shortly."
His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol, there was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.
Mom, my heart stopped. There were seven of them. Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only there wasn't anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us.
"Down Michael," I screamed and hit the frozen earth.
I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael still standing. Mom, those guys couldn't have missed, not at that range. I expected to see him literally blown to bits. But there he stood, making no effort to fire himself. He was paralyzed with fear. It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake. At least, that was what I thought then. I jumped up to pull him down and that was when I got mine I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit, now I know..
I remember feeling strong arms around me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying. Maybe I was even dead, I remember thinking well, this is not so bad. Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor. As I say, maybe it was the sun in my eyes, but he seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide, maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an angel. In his hands was a sword. A sword that flashed with a million lights. Well, that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I do not know how much time had passed. Now and then I had but a moment's rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.
"Where is Michael," I asked.
I saw them look at one another. "Where's who?" asked one.
"Michael, Michael the big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us."
"Kid," said the sergeant, "You weren't walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out. I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow."
He looked at me, curiously. "How did you do it kid?"
"How'd I do what?" I asked half angry despite my wound. "This marine named Michael and I were just ..."
"Son," said the sergeant kindly, " I picked out this outfit myself and there just ain't another Michael in it. You are the only Mike in it."
He paused for a minute, "Just how did you do it kid? We heard shots. There hasn't been a shot fired from your rifle. And there isn't a bit of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there."
I didn't say anything, what could I say. I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.
It was then the sergeant spoke again, "Kid," he said gently, "every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke."
That is all I can tell you Mom. As I say, it may have been the sun in my eyes, it may have been the cold or the pain. But that is what happened.
The prayer in the story seemed to be:
Michael, Michael, of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today
And in time of temptation,
Drive the devil away.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:29 AM
Sunday, July 17, 2011
UMS Only Delivers Information (http://umsonline.org) (Thank you for this important information - P. Urial)
University of Metaphysical Sciences isn't saying whether drastic things will happen or not. It is simply our job to do research and present you with information that you can use as you wish. No one knows what is going to happen, but since many people have these questions, we present to you what our research has brought up.
Preparations Leading Up To 2012
Keep in mind that these preparations are only for what leads up to the 2012 shift, which may or may not happen on that date, maybe after or before. Mayans say it can happen as late as 2015. Scientists are divided and say a pole shift could happen even as late as 2017 and might even take a hundred years to complete. No one knows exactly how it's all going to happen. This is uncharted territory. It is a window of time that is depicted for the shift to happen.
After the shift, no one knows what will be going on. Many say it will be a whole different dimension, maybe not. These preparations are more for dealing with the human dramas that will unfold in an unpleasant way leading up to that point since there will be so many people in a state of fear, anger or despair. Once the polar shift happens, none of these preparations will be necessary. These preparations are for the time that unfolds before the polar shift.
Inward Preparation of Consciousness
The first and foremost 2012 survival preparation that must be done is the preparation of your consciousness. You could do all sorts of physical preparations, but if you consciousness is not in alignment with the higher vibrations of the new paradigm coming after 2012, it won't matter what you do at the physical level to save yourself. If you are not fully in an open hearted condition, you will not be in alignment with the new paradigm that comes after 2012. Alignment with the post 2012 shift does not mean that you have to know all the mysteries of the universe, know all the metaphysical and new age teachings, attain spiritual powers (siddhis), or even have a lot of experience with meditation and spiritual endeavors. All that is necessary is that you have an open heart toward others and toward yourself and are willing to surrender to a peaceful way of being and living in the world.
Meditation is something you should begin right away so that you can expand on your abilities to be at peace with your past, be in a state of surrender to the Godself within you, and realize yourself as eternal being that is immersed in a temporary experience of being in the world of form. What is most important is that you develop your ability to be the source of love on this planet, a source of love to others, and develop unconditional love. That is what the new paradigm for humanity is all about. Business must be conducted in a loving way in the future, governments must be run in a loving way, all actions must be done from a place of love, and the caretaking of the Earth must be done in a loving way.
There is no way around this and this is what must be inside you if you are to be in the right place at the right time for the shift that is going to take place. Do not skip this step. This is far more important than all the physical preparations put together. Skipping this step annuls and voids all physical preparation and none of that will matter if you are not in alignment with the new paradigm coming after 2012.
Food Storage Is Most Important
Food is the most important item to be prepared with. Vacuum seal at least enough food for a year for yourself, your family, your pets and some friends and even strangers to share with if you can afford it. Food is easy to stock and store. If you don't have much space because you are a renter, perhaps you can rent a small storage space for very little money. If you don't have much money just do what you can. You still have a some time. Make sure you have sproutable grains so you will have fresh vegetable energy and don't have only dried foods. Get things that expand with water, too. Those are the smallest to store and yet supply a lot of meals. Dried fruits and nuts are ideal as well. You might want to stock up on your favorite vitamins and mineral supplements and perhaps any medicines you might think you need.
Leave The Cities
Cities will be places of unrest in most locations. There will be many people who haven't given any thought to their spirituality, looked what is deeper in themselves, and don't know that the material trance induction is coming to an end. For many people this will be very upsetting, disorienting, and some might see it as a chance to take advantage of the situation and take from others or even harm others. If you live close to a city, you might want to ask yourself if you are on the pathway of people who might be refugees from the cities and might be desperate. Cities would be the hardest hit by social unrest from desperation, military influence, and food shortages. This is not to mention that cities are targets for bio terrorism, destruction and war.
Small towns are ok if you feel that everyone would work together. Some towns will work together and some will not. Small towns are good because if you are far enough away from a metropolis, the military will not be likely to get around to your town right away if there is martial law induced upon the citizens of any given country. There are safe pockets everywhere and small communities will be where those places are.
Pick Your Neighbors Wisely
Judge the nature and the general attitude of the people in any given town if you cannot be in the country. Ask yourself if the people will work together or struggle with one another. The smaller the town, the more likely people will work with one another. They don't all have to believe the way you do, know the same things you know, or even be like you. All they need to be is open hearted toward others and willing to cooperate. Those are the type of people you want to be around. There are people from all faiths and all walks of life who fit into that category. You don't want to be around angry, fearful or aggressive people. Groups where that is the energy present will not be where the safe havens are.
Live At High Elevations
Some scientists say the pole shift would take a long time, decades or hundreds of years, others say the opposite could happen. Scientists don't really know for sure. If they do, they simply aren't telling us. Other scientists say that Planet X Nibiru is coming through our solar system and will wreak havoc on the Earth's gravitational field. Supposedly, Nibiru's passage is what will cause the Earth cataclysms. Other scientists say that no such thing exists. No matter what, if something drastic happens water is a moveable substance. Coastal areas could be considered "slosh zones" if the planet's water gets a little wild. Some say you need to live around a 5000 foot elevation to be safe, others say 8000 feet. Since human history does not contain accurate and verifiable data as to how something like this would play out, it is anyone's guess.
Don't Live Near Disaster Zones
If you know you live near a possible disaster zone, perhaps it's time to move. If you live near a volcano, an earthquake fault-line, tsunami zone, flood area, or a place where hurricanes or tornados happen, these are the places to avoid. There isn't really any place that can be guaranteed to be safe, but these areas are not ideal places to stay if it is possible that there will be Earth cataclysms triggered by either a celestial event or human manipulations.
Water & Water Filtration
Clean water will be a must. Even if you live near a clean river, make sure you have a good filtration device. It doesn't have to be fancy. Even a hand held camping filter will be good enough for most people. If you don't have that, make sure you can boil water.
Shelter & A Wood Stove
Shelter is another very important aspect to deal with. If you are a renter, moving is easy if you're not in the right place. If you own a house in a place you feel might not be safe, plan a second place to either rent or attain cheaply where you think it might be safe, and try to rent something you feel the owner won't want to move back into for some reason.
Some people say that very high winds will happen. If that is the case having a space underground might be necessary which can be created , but not many people will be able to do that. Simply do the best you can. Don't live on a mountain top. Instead, be down in the valley but not in a place that could flood. Have protection from the mountains if you can. Don't live in a place where a landslide could happen, but make use of the shelter from wind that a mountain could provide. Make sure you don't live in a windy place.
Live in a place where you will have access to a wood stove. Make sure you have lots of wood for it. Heating systems that run on electricity or gas will have a limited usage, and if those things are unavailable, you will be without heat. Even if your woodstove will only heat up one room or so and not the whole house, that is good enough.
Prepare For Being Without Electricity
If you can set up back up power that doesn't depend on fuels you have to buy, do so. If you can access, water, wind or solar power, it's there for the taking if you set up the equipment to use it. Don't depend on diesel or gas generators. The fuel might not be available for a price you can afford.
Stay Happy, Stay In Present, Cherish Everyone
More important than anything in your survival through the 2012 Paradigm Shift is your attitude and approach to things. Stay in a positive space. Don't see the coming challenges as a bad thing or something to resist or be afraid of. See the coming challenges as an exciting adventure you are on, an incredible experience you are participating in inside God's imagination. All of this is happening in the mind of God, of which you are a part of, and it isn't often that an entire species goes through a consciousness expanding exercise such as the one humanity is about to go through.
Try not to be sad or depressed, and definitely don't be in a fearful space. Being in a positive pole state of mind will cause you to be in the right place at the right time while you journey through this wild mass event. None of it is really as serious as it seems from the perspective of the bigger picture so have fun with it as you go through the next few years and see how things unfold. Even if hell unfolds in many places in the world, you can be in a heavenly space at the same time. It will be a bit odd to see such extremes manifest in physical reality over the next years, but you can be in the peaceful zones if your consciousness resonates with that. Everyone will move toward what they resonate with.
Live in a state of constant gratitude. Cherish everyone and everything in life and appreciate every day that you are here. It is a blessing to be alive and a state of gratitude brings you more things to be grateful for. So cherish every moment that you have with those who you love, and cherish life itself.
You have to really want to be here to stay. If there is part of you that wants to leave, you might. Decide to stay and commit yourself to that fully in your heart. Watch out for any unconscious "suicidal" language in your mind or in your words that you say to others. Yes, many people are tired of being here because it has been so oppressive to live in this world due to the economic difficulties and other difficulties, but now is not the time to resonate with that energy if you really want to stay here. Going is fine too. Some people feel that they have had a good life and they don't want to do all the work it takes to relocate or change anything. Some people are really ready to go. If you are not truly in that mindset, then you need to fix that way of thinking so it doesn't impinge on your other desire which is to stay on the Earth in the new paradigm.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:47 AM
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Hairy tales of the Northwest’s mythic man
By: Tanya Davidson
It’s been close to a decade since I started exploring the outdoors, and I have come a long way from the city girl who had never set foot in a canoe or off a well-signed, gravelled trail—yet the true backcountry still unnerves me. As beckoning as nature is, it also boggles with its sheer adversity, challenges with its imperviousness, and taunts with its secrets. Our Northwest wilderness harbours histories that reach back at least as far as the end of the last ice age, ten to twelve thousand years ago.
The original inhabitants of this land, generation upon generation of coastal and inland First Nations, spoke of upright, long-haired wild men (and women) of the woods. Many early European settlers and their descendents encountered a similar beast (and/or his tracks, smells, sounds, or nests). Houston, Babine Lake, Grassy Plains, Moricetown, Hazelton, Terrace, Masset, Juskatla, Skidegate, Klemtu, Hartley Bay, Kemano, and Kitimaat are just some of the many locations where the Sasquatch has popped up.
Myself, I’ve never seen any evidence of Sasquatch—but I’ve never looked, either. Truth be told, I find nature in all its glory already intimidating enough. However, if you’re the type that doesn’t balk at solo ventures in the great outdoors (as a friend said, “Sasquatch doesn’t visit groups”), or you have a penchant for the outlandish and curious—read on. And try to keep an open mind; when asked what the smartest animal is, the Andean wise man replied, “The one that is barely seen and never found.”
In the beginning
First Nations lore in the Northwest includes Sasquatch and some Sasquatch-like figures, although many are reluctant to have an outright discussion about what is known. Some feel that to see a Sasquatch is a blessing; others say it is a curse. In Gitxsan he is called Bah-diks, and may be associated with a large footprint found in a rock near the village of Kispiox. Called “Wegyet’s footprint” (after the Gitxsan trickster figure), the rock was destroyed during road-building by the Department of Highways.
The Tlingit have their Kooshdaa Khaa (Land Otter Man) which, rather than being a Bigfoot per se, is described as the the shapeshifting souls of lost or drowned Tlingits – definitely still spooky and forest-dwelling, although not large, and not big-footed. Across the water, the Haida have Gagiit, a man of the woods whose description meshes more with what we expect Sasquatch to be: tall, upright, hairy and with enormous feet. And the Tsimshian speak of Bowis, while the Haisla have B’gwus. (Farther flung regions are no different: pre-contact oral traditions and artworks from around the world indicate that Sasquatch is global.)
The Eyes Have It
Robert Michael Pyle in Bigfoot Walks: Crossing the Dark Divide states that only some see Bigfoot because only some are looking in the right way. Perhaps it is similar to drawing, where the real skill is to see what you are looking at. Maybe some of us just aren’t seeing properly. Our European perspective demands that in order for Bigfoot to be true, we need to see him clearly, up close, and often. We want to find our tall, hairy friend whenever we look for him. Yet how realistic is that? We believe in cougars, spirit bears, and other reclusive, intelligent animals which few of us have actually seen under such circumstances.
It doesn’t help that nowadays, when most people hear “Bigfoot”, they roll their eyes and think of tabloid covers that scream “Woman births Bigfoot Baby!” or beer commercials where Mel the Sasquatch steals a cold one and escapes by snowboarding down the glacier. Given the hard-nosed, no-nonsense, pragmatic nature of most people that live in the north, perhaps it requires more bravery than wackiness to speak up. Even if you were convinced, would you want to tell anyone?
Some First Nations perspectives tolerate more ambiguity than our Western eyes. In the novel Monkey Beach, a coming-of-age tale narrated by a young Haisla woman, B’gwus comes to the main character in dreams, yet also peeks at her while she is berry-picking and runs in front of her car while she is driving. The grandmother, mother and daughter credit the daughter’s visions and experiences as valid (although the father does not). (Pyle calls this “seeing with Indian eyes” and references the southern BC Kwakiutl First Nation [northeastern Vancouver Island] as an example of a different, more fluid reality. There, an object can be solid one day and phantom the next, yet is still considered real.)
Visitors Who Never Left
Copious First Nations oral legends involving Sasquatch are supplemented with numerous reports and sightings upon arrival of the white man. Early white traders tell of First Nations showing up at trading posts with warnings and stories of Sasquatch, and many European immigrants (prospectors, hunters, fishermen, farmers) began to speak up about different occasions where large, hairy humans were spotted.
In 1924, Albert Ostman headed up to the mouth of Toba Inlet near Lund, BC to check out a possible gold mine. His Indian guide warned him of “the big people of the mountains” which Ostman brushed off as nonsense, yet he asserted until his death in 1975 that his subsequent kidnapping and harrowing escape from a family of Sasquatches was true. (Ostman’s detailed, lengthy account is one of BC’s classic Sasquatch encounters.) In 1929, Macleans magazine ran an article titled, “Introducing British Columbia’s Hairy Giants.”
Kooky or Kosher? You decide:
A nine-foot-tall walking ape was seen crossing the highway at Hazelton, and 17-inch footprints, suggesting a seven-foot stride, were found on the bank of the Skeena. A man fishing the Kincolith River in 2003 watched something gigantic and two-legged play in the water downstream of him for over an hour; he called to it repeatedly, was ignored, then watched as it up and walked into the forest rather than into town.
In 2006, 30 kilometres from Dawson Creek, a man described a den formed by windfall that had two- to three-inch-long matted, stringy, reddish-orange hair tangled up in it—along with an approximately size-14 footprint and some branches snapped off in a fashion he had never before seen. In the same year a trucker (who is an avid hunter) reported a series of howls unlike anything he had ever heard before and the persistent feeling of being watched while at a rest stop near Bell 2 along Highway 37; he was scared enough to hop in his rig, lock the door, and hit the road.
A New Aiyansh resident has spoken with more than 40 witnesses over a number of years and described a number of reported encounters—not least among them a fight between two “big” bigfoot males.
A Telkwa resident spoke of time spent in Haida Gwaii where fear of and respect for Gagiit was simply common sense: pregnant at the time, she was told that she should take care when camping. (I found more references to Sasquatch’s apparent soft spot for pregnant women while researching this article.) Just last summer a female in Houston went public with a detailed sighting of a Sasquatch, and her story was picked up internationally. Brian Vike, who lives in Houston and collects and updates a heavily visited database of sightings of paranormal events, spoke to the number of reports regarding Bigfoot recently: “There have also been recent sightings in Campbell River and Port Renfrew. It appears Sasquatch is making his presence known in BC.”
Prank or possibility?
One scientifically plausible argument for Sasquatch’s origin is that he may be a leftover, a relict species (his cousins died out but he survived). Perhaps he’s just a shyer version of the erect, bipedal (two-footed) primates some would call our ancestors.
When all’s said and done, I don’t need to see Sasquatch to feel like there’s a lot out there that we still don’t know, and I also don’t find it a hard stretch at all to imagine that Sasquatch is smart enough to steer clear of us—we are not exactly a quiet or subtle species. If we headed into the bush without our motors, gadgets, attitudes, and irreverence, who knows what might find us? Ultimately, we all choose to see what we want to see, and, as George Orwell said, “Myths which are believed in tend to become true.” Clearly, the reverse applies as well.
ORIGINS OF THE WORD ‘SASQUATCH'
From the Salishan language of southwestern British Columbia meaning “wild men” [sesq_c]; variations: Saskehavas, Tselatiks, Sehlatiks, Seeahltk, Salatiks, See’atco.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
In July Randy Barnes spoke at “The Aerial Phenomena Research Group” here in Cortez, Colorado. Randy and his wife put on the Aztec Conference every year. We had met him when we attended and asked if he would speak at our meeting since he used to live here and had many experiences.
Rany brought along handouts, this article being one. Since many persons are not aware of the Aztec Crash in 1948 I thought it would be worthwhile to type up this article so everyone will be aware of what happened way back then. Thank you Randy!
THE AZTEC RECOVERY1948
It was the columist Frank Scully who first alerted the world to sensational stories of recovered flying saucers and little men in his best-selling book Behind the Flying Saucers published in 1960. Scully claimed that up to that time there had been four such recoveries, one of which was alleged to have taken place around Aztec, New Mexico, when sixteen humannoid bodies were recovered together with their undamaged craft. According to Scully’s informants, the disk that landed near Aztec was 99.99 feet in diameter, its exterior made of a light metal resembling aluminum but so durable that no amount of heat (up to 10,000 degrees was applied) or diamond-tipped drill had the slightest effect. The disk apparently incorporated large rings of metal which revolved around a central, stabilized cabin, using an unfamiliar gear ratio. There were no rivets, bolts, screws or signs of welding.
Investigators were eventually able to gain entry., Scully was told, because of a fracture in one of the portholes, which they enlarged, revealing a knob inside the cabin which, when pushed with a pole, caused a hidden door to open. Sixteen small humanoids, ranging in height fromj 36 to 42 inches, were supposedly found dead inside the cabin, their bodies charred to a dark brown color. Scully was told that the craft landed undamaged, having
landed under its own guidance.
The craft was eventually dismantled, the investigators having discovered that it was manufactured in segments which fitted in grooves and were pinned together around the base. The complete cabin section measuring 18 feet in diameter, was lifted out of the base of the saucer, around which was a gear that fitted a gear on the cabin. These segments together with the bodies, were then transported to Wright Field (Wright Patterson AFB). Some of the bodies were later dissected and examined by the Air Force, and were found to be similar in all repects to human beings, with the exception of their teeth, which were perfect.
NEW SUPPORTIVE EVIDENCE
According to important information published by William Steinman in 1987, there is a large grain of truth in the Aztec story, and he has managed to acquire some astonishing supportive evidence. Like Scully, he is unwilling to divulge his sources, which inevitably lays him open to charges of fabrication.
Steinman discovered that the Aztec disc came to earth on 25 March 1948, having been detected by three separate radar units in the southwest, one of which was said to have disrupted the craft’s control mechanism. The area of impact was calculated by triangulation and the information was immediately relayed to Air Defense Command and Gen. George C. Marshall, then Secretary of State, who allegedly contacted the MJ-12 group as well as the Interplanetary Phenomenon Unit (IPU) of the Army Counterintelligence Directorate. The IPU operated out of Camp Halo, Colorado, at this time. Steinman claims, and its main function was to collect and deliver disabled or crashed disks to certain specified secret locations. The craft was recovered within hours by the IPU scout team about 12 miles northeast of Aztec. General Marshall ordered Air Defense Command to go off alert status, and the radar units werre advised that there had been a false alarm. Marshal then gave orders tothe commander of the IPU to organize a recovery team and contacted Dr. Vannevar Bush - the head of MJ-12 to gather together a team of scientists to accompany the IPU to the crash site. Steinman has named these scientists as follows: Dr. Lloyd Berkner, Dr. Detlev Bronk, Dr. Carl Al Heiland, Dr. Jerome Hunsaker, Dr. John van Neuman, Dr.Robert J. Oppenheimer, Dr. Mark A. Tuved Dr. Horace B. van Vandenberg..
The IPU convoy used a route to the site that avoided main roads and on arrival roadblocks were set up at strategic points within two miles of the recovery area.. The owner of the ranch and his family were allegedly held incommunicado and told never to discuss the matter . Equipment hauling trucks were camouflaged to look like oil drlling rigs during the operation.
INSIDE THE CRAFT
A team of scientists arrived at the site a little later than the IPU team and began dissecting the disc.According to Steinman, they entered the craft one by one, entry having been gained via a fracturd porthole as described in Scullys account. The portholes themselves looked metallic, and only appeared translucent on close inspectin. Inside the craft they found two humanoids, aout two feet in height, slumped ove an instrument panel charred deep bown. Anothr 12 bodies lay sprawled on the floor in chamber wthin the cabin, making a total of 14 bodies (not 16 as Scully had been told).
An instrument panel supposedly had several pushbuttons and levers with hieroglyphic-type symbols, as well as symbols illuminated on small display screens. Bush and an Neumann discovered that the control panel had drawers which rolled out, but no wiring could be detected. A book composed of parchment-like leaves with the texture of plastic also contained the strange hieroglyphs similar to Sanskirit, Oppenheimer thought. This was given to General Marshal, who then passed it on to two leading crytoplogical experts for analysis. Wiliam F. Friedman and Labros C. Allihamos (who both later led distinguished careers in the National Security Agency).
Dr. Bronk, a physiologist and biophysicist, examind the bodies and asked Bush to get hold of cryogenic equipment with which to preserve them. Cryogenics specialist Dr. Paul A. Scherer,a colleague of Bush’s was contacted and advised Bush to obntan some dry ice.. Meanwhile, another small group of scientists and military personnel examined the craft and were eventually able to dismantel it when several intelocking devices were found which opened up seams at specific points.
Three days later the segments were loaded onto three trucks, together with the bodies, and covered with a tarpaulin marked “Explosives.” The convoy headed, at night by the least conspicuous and most laborious route to the restricted Naval Auxiliary Airfield Complex at Los Alamos, arriving one week later. Here they remained for over a year, Sheinman claims, before being transported to another base.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:18 AM
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Approximately twenty miles south of the town of Lovelock, Nevada, near the top of a high hill, there’s a cave known now as Lovelock cave. But in the 1800s, the cave was known as Horseshoe Cave, probaby because of the shape of the interior. The cave is about forty feet deep and one hundred and sixty feet wide, with the sides curving around like a horseshoe. The cave was probably formed by the collapse of a limestone dome and wave action during the time it was under Lake Lahontan, a prehistoric lake which covered most of western Nevada. Emigrants traveling the trail to California, known as the Humboldt Trail, referred to the cave on a hill overlooking the Humboldt Sink in their memoirs.
The cave was pointed out to early Nevadans by the Piutes, who told stories about their battles with the white giants with the red hair and were living in the area where the Piutes first arrived. They claimed to have ambushed and fought the white giants until they had killed all but a few who had retreated to the cave. According to Piute legend, after they had cornered all the remaining giants in the cave, they piled sagebrush in the cave entrance and set it on fire. The Piutes said they killed any who tried to escape. They kept the fire up until all the giants had been smothered.
In 1911, a company was formed to mine the bat guano in the cave for fertilizer. The guano was in layers four to six feet deep. After about four feet of the guano was removed, artifacts started showing up Before archaeologists were brought in, many of the findings were discarded or damaged. But what was then found was staggering. The history in the cave goes back over four thousand years and yes, they found red haired giants.
In fact, they found that what the Piutes had told them was true. There was a layer of burned material and there were broken arrows that had been shot into the cave. The dryness of the climate plus othr factors had indeed turned many of the giants to mummies. Among the many beautiful artifacts was a donut shaped stone that has 365 notches on the outside rim and 52 notches on the inside rim. Many of these artifacts now reside in the museum at Winnemucca, Nevada.
While searching for a lost gold mine in Nevada, for a documentary film that I was making, I took the opportunity to explore the Lovelock Cave and visit the quaint, little, but very interesting museum at Lovelock, Nevada. The curator told me about a skull from one of the “giants” that was in the Winnemucca museum.
Prior to a subsequent trip to the area, I borrowed a full sized plaster dental model of the lower teeth of a normal modern adult from a friend, who was also my dentist. I took the plaster model with me when I next visited the area, in the hopes that I would be able to compare it with the jaw from one of the “giants.”
As I had hoped, the curator at the Winnemucca museum graciously allowed me to comparre the plaster model with the jaw from the skull of one of the “giants” in the museum’s collection. She placed the jaw down on her desk. I was allowed to place my plaster adult jaw next to the jaw from the skull for purposes of comparison. The plaster model was much smaller than the jaw from the skull. In fact, the teeth of the jaw from the skull were almost twice the size of those of my plaster model. There were other factors, too, that distinguised it from today’s humans.
On your treasure hunting expeditions, always keep in mind that some of the most fascinating artifacts are to be found in smaller museums because they are inclined to display everything in their collections and not hide artifacts away in a dusty closet.
Brian Scott was contacted by giant red haired alien beings!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
WHAT HAVE I LEARNED?
What have you learned about the greys from your experiences? Are they tall or short?
The small greys are under 4 feet tall. I saw two of them beside my bed Aug. '99 and noticed the standing one, one was kneeling, was shorter than my dresser and I measured it later and it's 4 feet tall. They were wearing silver jump suits with a zipper up the middle with a black insignia on the left chest. It looked like a long upside down triangle with a squiggle around it some have described as being a serpent which some think links them to reptilians.
Can you describe your surroundings when taken?
When I was 4 I suddenly got a defiant attitude, they probably gave me, and I went marching into the middle of the woods near my home where my mom told me not to go because I could get lost. I got in the middle of it and looked up and saw a bright white light hovering above a very tall old pine tree. It was their ship but I didn't know that then. It was as bright as the sun.
I looked down and a small grey leaned out from behind a tree and then walked up to me and touched me then we both floated up to the ship. Then I was in a room with about 25 greys, tall and short. A tall one about 4 1/2 feet tall told me telepathically "Don't be afraid. We are your friends." I said "You are?" He said "We are your friends." I got a brain implant during that and it was off the charts traumatic.
Afterward the tall grey stared at me for what seemed like an eternity as we stood next to the operating table. He told me he would always be with me; watching me. I've read this is how bonding happens with them. When a tall grey stares at you he is connecting to your mind via your optic nerves and basically it's a Dr. Spock mind meld where you're minds connect so he knows all your thoughts, memories, feelings, fears, hopes, dreams, etc. It's parasetic in a way how contact becomes a part of you forever.
When I first got on the ship I noticed it smelled horrible like really bad body odor. I told the tall grey It stinks in here. He looked at me and said you have a very strong sense of smell. It's true I do and I can sense odors before anyone else around me like I'm part dog or something. They change us when they take us in many ways. My psychic abilities, and we all have them, are increased after contact. I have been invisible to others many times in my life and I think I do it subconsciously or they are controlling it, not sure which. Sometimes I'm told what's going to happen before it happens and it always comes true. Sometimes I'm shown visions in my mind's eye of what is going to happen and later it happens that way. Usually, they take me as I'm about to fall asleep or am asleep. I'll sense their presence and feel a knot of fear in my gut and mind. I become paralyzed and can only move my eyes. Then they make my entire body vibrate very hard all over for several seconds then they take me to their ship.
One time, Summer '84, I was driving to my parent's for dinner. It was 5pm. I saw a bright light coming my direction on the other side of the highway flying above tree top level and slow. The red light turned green and I turned right onto the highway and thought I gotta see this and pulled off the road, rolled down the window, put the car in park and turned it off.
At that time my memory went blank at the point the light was directly across the highway from me. I was slumped over open mouthed drooling on my leg and looked at the clock wondering why I was now facing the other direction and slumped over looking at the clock. It was 28 minutes later with no explanation where 28 minutes went. I had missing time. It wasn't until March '03 when they woke me up that I recalled it.
They landed on the highway, landing gear down with a narrow metal stairway coming down from the side of the ship with a small landing at the top next to the door. A man in a pickup truck was about to pass me at full speed when they froze everything in the area. His truck froze beside my car. A small grey came and told me "Hurry, we gotta go." They took the man from the truck beside me and me and followed the man up the stairs to the top of the landing. I leaned against the railing next to the open door and thought This is so cool. Then I went inside and there was the tall grey and a white man wearing a tangerine colored jumpsuit. That man is usually with the tall grey everytime I'm taken. It felt like a reunion even though my gut was in a constant knot of fear. I said "Hey, How you doing? What's it been? 5 years?" I shook hands with both of them. I'm always hyper excited, scared to death, and very curious every time they take me.
Next thing I recall I'm on the exam table face down and the tall grey is doing something to my back, removing fluid I think for the hybrids maybe was the gist of what the tall grey was relaying telepathically. It's a matter of interpreting the grey's thoughts as to what he means, mixed in with occasional telepathic sentences. He told me "You're going to have back problems when you get older." I do and it's lower back pain big time. I wish now they'd replace my spine because I know they could. If I don't exercise it hurts.
Then they told me to get inside a box. It was like a sweat box you get inside only I was completely enclosed. I have no idea what happened in that box.
Next thing I recall I'm becoming conscious in my car and I drive to my parent's house. I get there and they had already eaten. I said I can't believe you didn't wait for me. My sister said Phil we waited an hour for you. Where have you been? Talk about feeling confused. All I remembered was seeing the light back then. It wasn't until almost 20 years later I recalled what happened.
What are the common factors that occur in all your abductions?
Examine me on the operating table. Replace implants sometimes. Sometimes make me have sex with a female hybrid which I don't want to do and detest recalling. Inject me with a huge shot in my arm. Some say it is to modify our DNA. I think it probably keeps us healthy as well as heightens our ability to make contact with them etc. Just a guess as I have no idea what's in that shot.. Some say it makes us more like them, probably. However they could be taking blood too. Upload information into my brain via needle probes in the back left side of my neck into my brain stem. I think they can also download whatever we know for what reasons I don't know. I think they make clones of us in case we need replacement parts because I saw mine in a tube that went from the floor to the ceiling standing in bluish fluid. Or maybe it's a replacement body. They have the technology to transfer souls from one body to another. They play God.
Why do they do the things they do to you?
From what I've read, those they take have a certain special genetic marker in our DNA that lends itself well for the creation of the hybrids. I've been active in their breeding program since puberty, age 13. I lost my virginity to them for God's sake.
Do you believe they are operating under their own free will?
Best I can tell the greys do what they do by their own free will. There are theories they are under Reptilian control and that the Reptilians are under Annunaki control. But how can anyone prove that is true? The greys don't usually tell anyone why they do what they do. Best I can do is determine why from their actions.
Do you believe they feel for their captives i.e. Stockholm Syndrome?
As for me, and I can only speak for myself, I think the greys try to treat me gently most of the time because my DNA is important to them for the creation of hybrids. They give all abductees this overwhelming obsessive feeling we have some very important task to perform in this life and that we are very special people but we have not got a clue what that mission is. They've told me telepathically all my life when I am at home or just minding my own business out of the blue You are the chosen one. They tell all abductees this. It's how they process all of us.
I try very hard not to lead a fearful life in fear of them and of being taken but it is a fact of life for me and many abductees. Everyone's experience is different. An abductee of the greys reading this post will tell you their experience is different or similar to mine. I learn more about my own experiences or recall more when I read another abductee's experiences. We each hold little pieces of the big puzzle of why they do what they do because they've shown or told each of us different things. They don't interact with all of us the same way so we each come away with different experiences. The hard part is getting an abductee to overcome their programmed fear to open up and share their experiences. That was a big step for me, that and fearing being attacked on public groups or ridiculed by skeptics and paid debunkers. Being an abductee comes with a huge harassment factor. We debate among each other whether the greys are benevolent or malevolent. Their actions speak volumes in that regard. The truth is they can be both or neither depending on their agenda with the individual. I think being cooperative makes the encounter go positive as opposed to fighting and I have fought before.
Posted by P. Urial at 6:51 AM