Wednesday, November 19, 2008


This is a warning that has been issued before and ignored. Perhaps this dire and final warning will be heeded, especially since some proof is now available on the Internet for public viewing.

As you may know, not everyone was happy with the recent election of Barack Obama. Namely those members of the approximately 1,000 white supremist groups in the United States. Proof now exists that these white supremists are indeed planning to start a race war. This is NOT something Obama will create but instead a dire situation that others will create because of his election. He would not want this to happen.

What WILL happen is that, on or near January 4th, 2009 these supremists will begin attacking blacks and their families. When the Klu Klux Klan did this in the 1930's the blacks simply took it as part of their fate. The danger this time is that they will no longer take it and that EVERY white American will be in danger during what will be called The American Race War when blacks and eventually other non white victims will kidnap, torture and kill every white person they see.

Areas most dangerous to live in for non supremist whites are as follows:
Washington State
North Dakota
South Dakota

The plan is to eventually "cleanse" the land west of the Mississippi River. Those white Americans living east of the Mississippi, especially those living in the midwest, will be safest. Those who refuse to leave the west and refuse to fight will be placed in concentration camps already being set up in various locations within those states.
White supremists already plan to have "guardians" at the Canadian Boarder so fleeing to Canada may not be an option.
Don't take my word for it.....go now to

and view their plans for yourself.

The leader of the ministry that is issuing this warning is

May God bless us all!


Reports of 'Wanstead Bigfoot' Encounters Continue

Posted: 18 Nov 2008 09:27 AM CST
More people have come forward claiming to have seen a Bigfoot-like creature in the Wanstead and Woodford area.

Last week we revealed how fitness instructor Michael Kent saw a peculiar-looking Bigfoot-like animal emerge from trees near the Hollow Ponds area of Epping Forest, on the border between Wanstead and Leytonstone.

And now pensioner Irene Dainty, of Love Lane in Woodford Bridge, claims she was left shaking after she came face to face with a hairy creature which surprised her in her street.

Mrs Dainty told the Guardian she was “absolutely convinced” that what she saw was not human, or a normal species of animal life.

She said: “I had just come out of my flat and just as I had turned the corner I saw this hairy thing come out of nowhere. I really don’t want to see it again.

“It was about 4ft tall and with really big feet and looked straight at me with animal eyes. Then it leaped straight over the wall with no trouble at all and went off into the garden of the Three Jolly Wheelers pub.

“I was so terrified that I went around to my neighbour’s house and told her what happened. She couldn’t believe it and asked me if I had been drinking, but I said of course I hadn’t – it was only about 3pm.”

Park officials have poured scorn on the so-called witness claims and are adamant there are no strange creatures roaming in Epping Forest.

Orelia Vaivadaite works at the Three Jolly Wheelers Pub in Chigwell Road, but said she had not seen anything odd in her back garden.

She added: “The manager who lives upstairs may have seen it, but he has recently resigned. He didn’t mention anything to me though.”

Tim Beckley was recently on Coast to Coast am. He told about a Bigfoot crossing a golf course in Long Island, NY! They seem to be getting more friendly!

Then on C2C television "The Unexplained" a Bigfoot researcher was on last night, Tuesday, Nov. 18, 2008. He played a tape of a bigfoot screaming and the video he shot of it. Interesting.

Thursday's Child

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


From Phantom and Monsters newsletter

Strange Lights / Glowing Creature Reported In Elk County, Pennsylvania

Posted: 07 Oct 2008 11:31 AM CDT
On October 4, 2008, two hunters in Elk County, Pennsylvania, encountered something strange which they are still trying to find an explanation for. The two men entered the woods at about 4:45 a.m. It had been raining, and it was very dark. For lighting they had only a "hat light" and a mini mag light.

As the fellows walked further into the wooded area, they heard the sound of a coyote howl and the two men stopped. A short time later, they heard coyotes howling from various locations all around the woods. It appeared to be three different packs of the animals. The men had hunted quite often. The one witness told me that he had never heard so many coyotes howling like that before. At times, it was hard for the two men to communicate with each other.

Suddenly about 150-200 yards ahead on the other side of a field, they noticed two very dim glowing lights. The lights were about the size of a baseball and about two feet apart, and estimated to be about 15 feet above the ground. They glowed, "like the indiglo color of a watch." The two men thought the lights were odd, but considered that maybe there were some hunters ahead. The men shut off their lights. As they walked forward, in the distance toward where they saw the first glowing lights, they now observed what looked like a flashlight beam flashing back and forth between the tree line.

They did not think this was odd, since it was archery season, and there was the possibility that other hunters were in the area. Within minutes of seeing the single light beam, about 10 individual white beams of light suddenly appeared. These light beams which "flashed around," seemed to originate from one point, and were not moving around as if being carried by someone. The beams appeared to be about 10 feet above the ground, and projected parallel with the ground, and extended straight out from the originating location.

The other hunter asked out loud, "how many are there?" It seemed odd to the two hunters that these lights did not seem to be trying to find a path through the woods. The men were confused as to what they were seeing. Their attention was then drawn to a glowing figure, moving from the area of the beams of light. "It seemed as though one light beam led it to the field." The glowing human-like form moved about 20 feet out into a grass field. The grass in the area was about six inches tall. The other beams of light suddenly went out.

One witness described the being as similar to "a silhouette of a person just glowing, completely glowing." The man said the best way to describe what they saw was if someone took glow in the dark paint, and rubbed it on a person's body. The being was estimated to be about three feet tall, the head may have been a little larger than a human, and the upper part of the body seemed to lean forward.

The arms appeared to hang straight down, and were longer than that of a human. The legs were hard to see, as the glow was blocking out the shape. The color of the glow was described as a light green, lime color. The being seemed to be moving at twice the speed of the two men, who were walking fast. It actually gave the impression that it was gliding, and no sound was heard.

The one man recalled that he was becoming quite shook up during the incident, and he began to whistle out loud. Moments later, the being, which had been moving steadily, just"stopped on a dime." It remained motionless for about 30 seconds. It then moved about 20 feet into the field, "then suddenly just vanished." It disappeared in front of their eyes, and was not seen again. Within about two minutes after the being disappeared, all of the coyotes in the area suddenly stopped howling. The entire incident lasted a total of about five minutes.

As one witness told me, "I know what I saw. I just don't know what it was." The men went back to the location later that day and looked around for any traces where they had seen the lights and the mysterious being, but nothing was found. The men tried to rationalize what they had experienced, and would be interested to know if anyone has seen anything similar in that area.

This incident occurred amongst a series of other UFO reports, which have been ongoing across Pennsylvania in recent weeks and months. Actually, UFO activity has been active all year across the state. My PA UFO Hotline, as well as the National UFO Reporting Center, and the PA MUFON, have all been receiving sighting reports. While there have been numerous observations reported in the eastern part of the state, there has also been UFO activity in the southwestern areas as well. Among the recent UFO sightings which I have been investigating are the following.

About 2 a.m. on the morning of August 12, 2008, a witness who lives in a rural area between Greensburg and Youngwood, PA, in Westmoreland County, observed a bright light shining in a window. Upon looking outside, the witness observed what was described as two huge double headlights side by side. The lights, which had a yellow cast to them, were just across the road in front of another house, and very low above the ground. At first the observer thought that it must have been a helicopter, but there was no sound, and no rotor blades were apparent. After several minutes, the lights rose very slowly, and moved off into the sky over the trees.

There were a number of independent UFO reports from Allegheny and Westmoreland counties, reported during the early morning hours of September 5, 2008. About 12:30 a.m., near New Stanton, a witness observed some oddities in the sky. In the distance, what looked like a fire in the sky above a tree line was observed. (Another similar report came in later from another area.) The luminous display soon disappeared, and a strange object was soon observed in the western sky. This object was round and glowed white, with flashing blue and red lights at the bottom area. The object suddenly vanished, as though someone turned off a power switch.

A second object soon appeared toward the south. This object was moving and was larger in size than the first, and somewhat football shaped. This object moved rather fast, and appeared to drop close to the ground in the distance. With binoculars, the glowing white object, appeared to be perfectly round, with glowing red rectangular lights that did not flash, and were evenly spaced around the outside perimeter.

At almost the same time, another report was received from a man who was driving near South Park, outside of Pittsburgh. The driver suddenly observed two brilliant lights which were equally spaced, which he noticed as they came into view above his windshield. The lights came from the back of his car, and had moved towards the front. Within seconds, a second set of similar lights came into view. These lights were about three feet in diameter and did not blink.

The driver indicated that the layout of the lights would mimic the proportions generally of a standard piece of typing paper with a large light at each corner. The lights seemed to be attached to an object, which was estimated to be about 20 feet wide, and 50 feet long. The object was no more than 100 feet above the ground and was completely silent. The object made a sharp bank and accelerated into the sky above some trees.

At about 2:50 a.m. that same morning near Jeannette, a large orange ball of light was observed moving slowly across the clear sky. The light was estimated to be about a 1,000 feet up, moving east to west, and seemed to be almost floating. It suddenly vanished from sight as though someone shut off a switch.



Sunday, September 21, 2008


I recently read her book on predictions her guides gave her as to what will happen to Planet Earth. There were many pages about the Shift they predicted. This book was written in 1999. Since then Ruth has passed on. What I was interested in was what they said about the president, assuming it is the candidate that is running now.

By Ruth's Guides

"Approximately five years ago the Guides said that they now foresaw a delay in the shift, explaining: "We have always told you that we could not tell you its exact time, because that is in God's hands. But we have also foreseen a Walk-in American president in place before then, preparing jobs and housing in safe areas. Since we do not now see a Walk-in president during this last decade of the century, we feel certain that the Shift will be delayed."

Inasmuch as no Walk-in candidate is yet in sight, this would indicate that no shift will occur before 2010 or 2012, since four years elapse between our presidential elections, and the then-president would require a few years to put his plan into operation after his election.

Readers of my previous books are aware of the Guides' prediction that a Walk-in will become president of the United States before the Shift occurs, and will be extremely helpful in preparing our nation, as well as others, with sage advice.

For those unfamiliar with the term, the Guides define Walk-ins as high-minded entities from the spirit plane who are permitted under certain circumstances to take over the unwanted bodies of other human beings, who then depart into spirit.

The motivation for the Walk-ins must be humanitarian, to help others and benefit humankind. The exchange cannot be made for selfish purposes, and it bears no resemblance to the many documented cases of possession, in which multiple egos, or malevolent spirits invade an inhabited body, creating havoc for all concerned.

The Guides have consistently refused to make known the identity of the Walk-in president. They indicated that the transferal of egos occurred rather recently and that the current occupant of that body is not yet fully aware of his destiny, "although he has been through a traumatic experience that will awaken him to that awareness."

The Guides said the Walk-in has already "come to some prominence, although he is not currently viewed as a savior of the nation. He will providentially appear and announce such sensible plans for rescuing the economy and feeding the starving people that both parties will listen to him. (It is) one who has held a public office before he became a Walk-in.'

Describing the Walk-in president as "a dedicated, spiritual person," they declared that he will be a "godsend not only to Americans and Canadians, but to others throughout the planet, as he advises their governments and gives counsel to many."

In the 1991 message they further wrote: "The Walk-in whose name is already familiar to many but not to all Americans will undergo the transformation within the next two or three years, and thereby be ready to assume the helm. His reputation will already have been established under the present identity, but many will remark the alteration in him shortly thereafter."

The following day they declared that "during the next few years there will be tremendous alterations in the weather patterns, so that these recent years will be regarded in retrospect as idyllic." Continuing their predictions of earthquakes, floods, and "tornadoes that will rip through the heartland of America," they added: "That is when the Walk-in will become exceedingly prominent, as he will by then have undergone a revolution from within. His candidacy will be announced, and he will be overwhelmingly elected, as he advises people on safe moves and prepares to set up government-endorsed housing and businesses in Sections of America that seem most likely to survive the Shift. Meanwhile, leaders in Europe and Asia will be casting about for similar projects and seeking advice from this American president."

From time to time I sought to know the identity of the promised Walk-in, but the Guides have consistently refused to divulge it. They did occasionally drop hints, as if we were playing a guessing game on Jeopardy! In May of 1993 they said that the individual "is already in office, in a rather unpublicized position, and will be assembling a fine set of solutions before his presidential race."

In January of 1994 the Guides were still reporting that the mysterious president-to-be had not completed the soul exchange. Referring to the body's present identity, they said: "the future president is now prominent but has not yet become a Walk-in. That will occur when he suddenly awakens to the futility of politics and the power game and will surrender his soul to the spirit plane, making way for his own replacement. When that occurs, many will be amazed at the alteration in his personality and goals. Some will scoff that it is for political purposes, but it will actually be the Walk-in who has taken over and who plunges into the task of preparing people for dramatic alterations in Earth and weather patterns."

Another day they tantalized me by writing: "His advent into body will occur shortly, so watch for hints of a rather radical change in a fairly prominent man. The Walk-in will be full of ideas and plans as he enters the new body that is already well established politically. He foresees from this side what needs to be done to alert people and prepare the safe areas for habitation by large numbers."

The exchange of the souls had apparently occurred between the Walk-in president-to-be and his predecessor, because in July 1998 they wrote: "Now for the Walk-in. His name is recognizable to you, although you do not know him. He has been in the government in some very good spots heretofore, and now that he has become a Walk-in he will begin to energize that body and formulate plans for meeting the crises facing America and the world. The substitution of ego has occurred, although not in a particularly dramatic way. His predecessor in that body was dispirited and sick of politics for the sake of playing games, and was ready to depart. Since he was in a good position to step forward through name recognition, he was willing to let another take his place, and that has been effected. He is still adjusting but will be heard from more dramatically as the time approaches for the nominating conventions. He is neither liberal nor conservative, as those terms are used today. He is sensible and aware, and has great sensitivity to the needs of others. He will be nominated and elected. All for now.


Later they contributed another "progress report." Reminding me that the Antichrist is now in a "somewhat minor position in government," they added: "But he will begin to rise as he realizes his full potential for evil. Let us emphasize that he is not Satan, but a longtime disciple of that rebellious one, and has had many previous Earth lives. He is fairly young still, but on the borderline of becoming eligible for the presidency at the turn of the century. That will be his ambition, and after the Walk-in president is installed in office, the Anti-Christ will try to move forward, making waves and attracting attention.

"As the Shift approaches he will begin to propose logical-sounding propositions to solve the problems and will attract followers, as he is a compelling speaker with what will seem to be a pleasing personality. He cares nothing for truth, so he will promise everything to everyone and say that he is the one person who can lead them out of the miseries of this decade. He will not be elected in 2000, but he will move into the turmoil immediately following the Shift, calling on all to follow him, and many will do so for a time, until he is unmasked for the evil incarnate that he is.

At a later date the Guides added: "The Antichrist will make his real grab for power after the Shift, when people are beset by problems and frantic for solutions, and he will soon attempt to become a dictator with powers to regulate all human activities. This will awaken thinking people to the perils of following such a person. His true colors will be seen, and he will eventually meet physical death through violent means. We do not wish to say more about him at this time."

Does that sound like anyone you know? Be aware. Be very aware.

Thursday's Child

Monday, September 15, 2008


Classic Mysteries
Retired College Teacher Recalls UFO Alien Contacts & Little Man Encounter
By Brent Raynes

Dr. Edward Carlos has retired now from his many years as a teacher at Tennessee’s University of the South in Sewanee. For 34 years he taught there, while also directing the University gallery and chairing the Fine Arts Department. When I wrote some about his experiences years ago, we had to be careful because of his professional career and reputation. “Now that I’ve retired and cannot be fired for speaking about those mystical and/or visionary experiences/encounters that befall me, I no longer hide myself from anyone,” he recently wrote.

In fact, Dr. Carlos would like me to let you know about his art center called IONA: Art Sanctuary, located in Sewanee, Tennessee. Check out his website: He explains that his artworks “actually stem from thoughts/expressions/insights concerning the encounter-oriented messages, teachings, and visions thereby related to an altered state/perspective. I don’t mind that being known as I lecture/talk about the experiences stemming from these encounters to all visitors now.”

Dr. Carlos even met and worked some with the noted abduction researcher Dr. John Mack, spoke on UFOs at Harvard, and was included in a chapter on his experiences in Dr. Mack’s book, Abduction: Human Encounters With Aliens (1994), though he never felt that Dr. Mack had a real clear understanding of the so-called “abduction” phenomenon and the complex elements that composed it. Earlier I had written about the influence on Dr. Carlos’s artwork connected with experiences he had on the island of Iona, off the coast of Scotland, with strange illuminations in the sky and on the landscape, psychological disorientation, and inexplicable lapses in time.

Recently Dr. Carlos shared with me this personal experience that also happened to him and a “priest-friend” on that Scottish island. It is truly a classic episode in terms of the mythic landscape on which this incident is said to have transpired, a land steeped in the traditions and legends of those famous beings of classic British Isle mythology: elves, fairies, and leprechauns.

Dr. Carlos wrote:

“On Iona island in the Inner Hebrides many years back, a priest and I

became lost and disoriented a bit on the high mountain summit area of

the island; as evening commenced we realized we would have to locate

and follow the coastline of cliffs and crags until we reached an area

we might know in order to make our way back to the little town of

Iona. The hikers' path would disappear in the darkness, and with

night at that time of the year (autumn) temperatures fall drastically.

Climbing with great struggle over some coastline ridges we pulled

ourselves up to the height of a small flat ledge (maybe 30 x 30 ft.

in area-size jutting out from the higher cliff) to find a stone house

with maybe 8 ft. high walls topped by a moss-covered roof, no doors

and no windows). Surprising a wee being (maybe a foot and a half-two

feet high) (dressed in knickers et al and who looked like the

traditional leprechaun image), this small guy leapt off the ledge

near where he was standing in the opposite direction from us into

what looked (later when on the ledge) to us like a large rough

mass-jumble of boulders. We could not find him, once on the ledge,

but we walked all around the house, touching the sides, but as night

was ensuing, we had to continue and move on. When my St. Michael's

Triumph altar artwork was dedicated at a subsequent Sunday morning

mass, the sermon given by the priest-friend was on belief in angels,

spirits, and fairies. On another (trip) to Iona maybe 18 and/or 20 years

later, I searched but could not find any area resembling our earlier

climb, and, thus, no ledge and no windowless-doorless house and no

little guy.”

As Jacques Vallee pointed out nearly four decades ago in his thought-provoking book, Passport To Magonia, perhaps there is a deep and profound fabric of significance to the centuries old “little people” lore of the British Isles (and numerous other parts of the world) and the “little men” associated with our modern UFO encounter accounts.

I had shared Dr. Carlos’s story with Priscilla Wolf (read Reality Checking), and she in turn shared this interesting story:

“My cousin, who goes elk hunting in the Colorado mountains, along with his brother, went to an area they never been before. He said by a big Ponderosa tree there was an untouched cabin home not lived in but beautiful, and they check it out and marked the big tree to come back later and find the owner and try to buy it. Oh well, later he said they went back and they found the tree marked but no cabin. Only the forest full of trees.”

Getting back to Dr. Carlos’s UFO encounters, he described his beings in those instances as consisting of those who are about five feet tall, seemingly “telepathic,” and the “little ones” who are about three feet tall and from whom “no communication ever has occurred.” He has seemingly had some pretty amazing “alien” encounters and discourses. He recalled another encounter in Kentucky as he wrote: “Returning from my daughter’s graduation from college. We stopped at a motel, and while I was getting our suitcases from the trunk of the car (my daughter was already in the motel room), a somewhat large (wider than the motel, circular in form) craft came down almost immediately above the motel and parking lot. As it went overhead É the stars were blocked from sight. I screamed for my daughter to come out on the balcony, but she missed it. The craft flew over the highway and on into/over a large open field (not landing, I thought) across the road.”

“That craft wasn’t so huge actually, but it was wider than the motel unit but not as long, and circular which is almost always the case for me. Actually pretty much ‘standard’ size (I know; what is standard size?) I would estimate the craft to be about the size of six-eight cars parked close together or perhaps just wider than two motel rooms side by side unless that would be less in width than the motel unit.”


Check out Brent Raynes Alternate Perceptions magazine. All articles by Brent Raynes are used with his permission.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Video: Livestock Mutilations, Close Encounters - Tappen, North Dakota

From Phantoms and Monsters
Posted: 05 Sep 2008 11:20 AM CDT

Video from - close encounters, abductions and livestock mutilations in and around Tappen, North Dakota.

The story was featured on the front page of North Dakota’s largest and conservative newspaper, the Fargo Forum, on October 28. It’s being called one of the “most legitimate and credible” human-alien confrontation stories in decades, and the story is nothing else if fascinating and sensational. Here is what has been happening, as reported by the Fargo Forum:Evan Briese, 16, woke early on the morning of Sept. 16 and saw something big moving among a corral where a number of very large hogs were kept -- the hogs were basically family pets. Evan grabbed a gun, thinking it might be a coyote -- but what he saw in the corral shocked him to the bone! Evan Briese encountered two creatures standing 8 to 9 feet tall that were doing something to one of the hogs. He fired his .22-caliber rifle at one creature which emitted an unearthly scream. Another creature then grabbed the boy and threw him to the ground, causing him to black out. When Evan Briese awoke, he found that Ruthy, a 450-pound sow that had been ready to give birth, was gone.

The boy ran to the home of his older sister, Trista, a short distance from the house he shares with his parents.Trista Briese made a frantic phone call to her parents and it wasn’t long before they, and later the Kidder County sheriff, were on the scene. The sheriff, Doug Howard, then left but came back the next day. He ultimately came to no conclusions about what happened to the hog, Myra Briese said. Several days later, with the help of a hypnotist, Evan Briese remembered more details.Five entities had been in the corral. Two were in the process of dragging what appeared to be a dead hog when the boy interrupted them.As for the other incidents, one was in April when Evan and his cattle dog, Buster, were checking on cows during calving season, his parents said. Investigating a flashing glow, the pair walked over a hill and saw an object resting on the ground that appeared to be scanning a waterhole with an intense beam of light. At first, boy and dog could do nothing but stare. The spell was broken when Buster ran barking at the craft, which took off into the night, causing what amounted to a sonic boom.“It woke Myra up,” Torrey Briese said of the sound, adding that he, too, witnessed something unusual this past summer. It happened one night in July, when he was giving a neighbor a ride into town. Briese said he and the neighbor noticed a bluish light in the sky, which stopped when they stopped and moved when they began driving.

“We spent about a half-hour watching it,” Briese said, adding that at one point the object flew so fast it went several miles in a matter of seconds. Based on the description of the object his son saw in April, Briese links the two events, adding that he’s never been given to flights of fancy.“Evan and I are very skeptical,” Torrey Briese said. “We used to watch ‘The UFO Files’ on TV and laugh out loud.” Briese said he wouldn’t be surprised if people feel the same about his story, but he said the family doesn’t feel a need to prove anything and they’ve moved on. “We’re not out looking for aliens every night,” he said.Brice Barnick, the mayor of Tappen -- located off Interstate 94 between Bismarck and Jamestown -- said visits by UFOs are the talk of the town, though he himself is not quite on board. “I’m not saying it can’t happen. But I’d have to see it to believe it,” Barnick said. At the time of the April incident, the Brieses were put in touch with Richard Moss, a UFO investigator who happened to be in Tappen for a funeral.Moss, of Long Prairie, Minn., is the Minnesota representative of the Mutual UFO Network, an organization based in Colorado dedicated to the study of UFO phenomena. Moss, a former high school science teacher, said that in many years of investigating UFO reports, only a handful have impressed him as having the potential to be genuine. The Tappen incidents, he said, fall into the latter category.“There are a lot of people out there who are telling false stories. The credibility of the witness is a big thing,” Moss said. In the case of Evan Briese, Moss said it was interesting to view the boy’s demeanor before and after the hypnotic regression. Prior to hypnosis, “He (Briese) had a sort of unsure look on his face.

He was still really wondering what had happened. After the hypnotic regression, he knew. He was made to remember,” Moss said. Sheriff Howard was off duty Thursday and could not be reached for comment.John Lemieux, a Kidder County deputy, said he did not believe the incident in September resulted in a written report. Torrey Briese said strange things are still happening. A relative who farms in the Tappen area recently had a sheep die, and a veterinarian who examined the animal found no obvious reason for its death, Briese said. A cause of death wasn’t the only thing missing. Someone, Briese said, removed a single testicle from the animal. It was done with surgical precision, he added.

Friday, August 29, 2008


By Brad Steiger August 19 2008

With all the feuding, fighting, and fussing that has always seemed to divide the Bigfoot Hunters among us, there appears to be at least one point of agreement: Every Native American tribe seems to have ancient accounts of some kind of interaction with these large human-like creatures that stretches back for centuries, long before the Europeans invaded the shores of Turtle Island.

There are numerous points of contention. First of all, does Bigfoot, Sasquatch, whatever, even exist. If there is some kind of agreement that the creature fits into some category of beingness, the arguments may grow more intense and include 1.) the possibility that the Bigfoot is not a physical being, but a multidimensional interloper, and 2.) that there is a direct tie between UFO's and these giant creatures. Numerous UFOlogists have argued the possibility that such great hairy bipeds could be experimental creatures from spacecraft left loose on Earth.

Some years ago, James C. Wyatt of Memphis, Tennessee, sent me a copy of his grandfather's journal which contained fascinating and startling entries, written in straightforward fashion, which, if interpreted literally, may indicate that an association between Bigfoot-type creatures and UFOs has existed for quite some time.

In a journal dated 1888, Wyatt's grandfather records that he was somewhere along the Humboldt Line in the "Big Woods Country" where his father and several cowhands had wintered with a local tribe after delivering some cattle to a fort further north. Grandfather Wyatt was fluent in many tribal languages, proficient in sign language, and partook of most of the tribal activities.

One day he came upon a man from the tribe carrying a large platter of raw meat.

At first the man seemed afraid to answer Wyatt's questions concerning his errand, but he finally bade the cattleman to follow him.

In a shallow cave in a cliff face dwelt a beast with long, shiny black hair that covered its entire body, except for its palms and an area around its eyes. The manlike creature did not seem wild or vicious; it sat cross--legged, Indian-style, to wolf the raw meat. Wyatt described the creature as built like a big, well-developed man, except for its lack of neck and its long body hair. The creature's head seemed to rest directly on its shoulders.

Wyatt visited the man-beast in the cave more than a dozen times. After much questioning, and receiving two pounds of tobacco, a compass, and an axe, one of the men from the tribe took Wyatt to a high pinnacle of rock one clear night to tell him of the creature's origin.

"Crazy Bear," as the thing was called by the Indians, had been brought to the "Big Woods" from the stars. A "small moon" had flown down like a swooping eagle and had landed on a plateau a few miles away from the tribe's encampment. The beast in the cave and two other "crazy bears" had been flung out of the "moon" before the craft had once again soared off to the stars.

The man told Wyatt that other "crazy bears" had been left in the vicinity over the years. Wyatt's guide and several of his fellow villagers had occasionally seen the "men" who put the crazy bears off the small moons. They did, nor look like the giant hairy ones, but appeared to be more like men such as themselves. The men from the small moon had much shorter hair than the tribes people, though, and they wore shiny clothing. They always waved to the Indians in a friendly manner before they closed the door in their small moon and flew back to the stars.

The crazy bears had been led to the village by the Indians, and at no time had the hairy giants offered any resistance to their benefactors. The Indians believed that the crazy bears from the stars had been sent to bring them powerful medicine, and they would not permit the creatures to stray away lest they be captured by rival tribes.

I cannot help wondering if the oft-reported monsters and robots seen near UFO landing sites are similar to the "crazy bears" that certain Amerindian tribes were well aware of back in the last century.

Perhaps, as some researchers suggest, the Bigfoot-type creatures are deposited here by extraterrestrial UFOnauts to test our environment in the same manner that we might one day in the future deposit primates on a planet whose atmosphere we wanted to evaluate in terms of a potential landing.

In a lengthy letter to me, James Wyatt speculated: "Who is to say the Crazy Bears weren't exiled to our planet for some crime or other infraction of the laws of another planet [or dimension, we might add]?

"On the other hand, it is not inconceivable that the hairy ones are the food animals of some distant world and have been planted here on Earth to produce herds, just as the old shipmasters used to place pigs and goats on islands to multiply and furnish food for later voyagers.

"That they have not proliferated in great numbers may be due to their inability to provide for themselves, especially if they have been kept as produce animals for generations.

"Or, perhaps, the climate, the atmosphere, or the food available to them is against their best survival purposes. Who knows?"

Who, indeed? I do know that I have spent a good many years attempting to find out. It may be a bit unnerving to suggest that Bigfoot may be the property of some other-dimensional interlopers or potential extraterrestrial colonists. By the same token, so may we fit into a similar category--and I find that infinitely more unnerving.

Sunday, August 17, 2008


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The following is a "Life After Death" (LAD) experience of Louis Famoso in the year of Our Lord 1963, from a car accident.

I felt a little cramped with my head presses against the roof of the Fairlane and then I looked down to see the three girls crying and shouting hysterically to the driver to hurry up, when it hit me, "WOW, that's me on their laps and there's nobody home!"

I'm looking at what was left of my poor, crumpled Mustang from out the window. The other me is just laying there without a care. I tried to tell the girls I was alright and they could stop the crying and slow down a bit. I reached for the driver to get her attention and she turned her head slightly toward me. She seemed to be talking to the girl holding my other head and not to me. She was saying that she was going as fast as this 8 banger would go.

I looked at the 110 on the speedometer and thought, "Well hell, I could go through another crash again. That last one was now a piece of cake but I don't know about that other me laying on the girls laps. He looks in pretty bad shape even to me.

I felt no pain, no fear and I was with five girls speeding down the highway, me and me. What a night so far!

It's a good thing the girls had a base sticker on their car because the guard at the gate barely had time to wave them through. They were way ahead of him and through the gate in a flash, shouting to him that they were going to the hospital. I kind of chuckled and waved to him out the back window as we flew bye but he never waved back.

When we pulled up to the hospital, both girls in the front ran out like it was a relay race and they hit the doors running. I started to get out and headed for the swinging doors when they were back already with two corpsman and a gurney. I stepped aside to watch them load that other me on it and as they whisked him away, I watched the other three girls compose themselves. All five headed toward the emergency room.

I decided to follow since no one seemed to notice me and I wanted to see what all the commotion was about.

There were nurses and corpsmen and a doctor all fussing about and a couple of the girls were at the front desk giving information about me to the desk clerk while the rest of them were pressing their noses against the operating room windows. I walked down the corridor and looked at some of the people sitting on the benches and chairs, apparently waiting their turn to be attended to, but there was the other me at the head of the line, so I excused myself and headed there also.

I walked straight through the doors and walked around the doctor and nurses who were tearing off my clothes and swabbing me down. The doctor noticed the large hole in the side of my head and was cleaning it up when the corpsman, that was standing toward my side, asked if he could stitch up the gash on my hand. The doctor said it would be OK since he [the doctor] didn't think I would make it anyway.

He said something about having to put a "plate" in my head but that I had lost a tremendous amount of blood and didn't know if I would survive much longer. The nurse asked if she should have the base Chaplin standby, so the doctor lifted my dog tags.

When he read "Agnostic" and Blood type "O neg," he said " I don't think this kid would care but you can call him if you want!"

I thought that was a bit insensitive, and I wasn't happy about a corpsman practicing on my hand either. I thought to myself, "I should lodge a complaint," but just as those thoughts flickered past, I started to float up toward the ceiling.

It finally hit me that I could see myself on the table being operated on desperately and I could now see the me that was mostly translucent floating above it all.

I looked around as I floated higher and higher and noticed the dirt and dust on the florescent lights in the operating room and thought, "Somebody's going to hear about this too."

I heard the doctor say, "Tag`n`bag him. We're not going to need that plate nurse. Corpsman, are you done on that hand?"

"Yes sir," he replied.

The doctor said, "Fine, sheet him for now son."

I knew what was going on just then to the me I knew. But I wasn't ready for what was about to happen to the "me" I now was.

I was about to attempt to reach the girls that were now crying and hugging each other but instead of going forward. I was being pulled backward and upward. I had no sense of fear, none of loss. Actually, all I felt was wonderment and curiosity and an anticipation of what was to come.

I entered what I thought looked like the Holland tunnel without the cars and traffic and the ability to see what looked like light at its end. It was dark but not black. The path was slightly illuminated from what I thought to be the sunlight shining from the other end.

As I was being drawn toward the lighted end of the tunnel, I carefully looked around, even squinting to see into the darker recesses.

I passed what I thought to be very religious men doing what they would do when praying to their GODS. They were all dressed in their finest garbs, robes, togas, head dresses, loin cloths and the like. Most of them were off to the sides of the tunnel, but one of them, that I seemed to float right over, looked oriental with a long grayish Fu Man Chu, sitting there in the middle of the tunnel with his hands clasped and his feet crossed.

Since I had just completed two tours "in country," I figured he must represent the last of the religions I sought to make my own. I was raised Catholic but withdrew from that faith at an early age and delved into many others from the Mian to Koran to Hopi as well as all North and South American Native beliefs. It looked like they were all represented here.

When I floated past the monk just below me, I thought he could actually see me because it appeared like he began to smile a smile of passage. All the other religious men were mumbling sounds of prayer and were moving their arms about as if making gestures of a blessing. I wasn't sure if they were blessing me or the tunnel. I noticed none of them were actually standing or sitting in the tunnel but appeared to be levitated. I wanted to stop and speak with some of them, maybe ask a few questions like who they were and how long have they been here, but I was being whisked away toward the light.

I saw wisps of smoke I believed to be incense. It came from all portions of the great tunnel from one end to the other. I could see and smell, but I had yet to have the sensation of touch since my feet were never touching the tunnels floor. I seemed to be traveling squarely in the center as I drifted toward the end. The closer I got to the end of the tunnel, the brighter things got, and as I neared the end, it was like coming face to face with a huge canvas that was just recently blazed in the brightest white of whites. An empty canvas, ready to be painted upon and I awaited that painting.

Then in an instant, my entire life, starting from birth through the present was flashing before my eyes like a strobe light at half speed. Frame after frame, some parts in freeze frame, if only for a second, then on to the next. I felt as if I was being subjected to a test to see if this was in fact the "me" that was supposed to be here. Then it ended as fast as it had begun. The last scene was that of a rolling mass of metal finally bursting into flames, and I was looking at the canvas again.

While staring into the vast whiteness, I glanced down to look at my body and use it for a reference, only to find the translucent outline I once had was no longer there.

I thought, "How could this be? Am I now part of this empty white canvas, but if I were, then where are my thoughts coming from to be asking these questions?"

Instantly I recognized a brilliant glowing ball of gold headed my way. It grew larger as it grew nearer and when it reached about the size of a beach ball, just above and in front of me, it radiated brilliantly and transformed into an indescribable being of pure LIGHT, now levitated right in front of me.

It was larger then the tallest person I had ever seen, wider then two of me but so evenly proportioned as to be of Magnificent Stature. It's features were outlined as if made with a fine ink quill. Hair, face, robe, all Golden and flowing as would an electric charge perhaps even a nuclear charge. This was energy personified. As its form took on a more solid shape, all that was behind It did as well. It was as if the entire canvas of white, I had come to at the end of the tunnel, was now alive and I was part of it. Other figures appeared in front and behind the being and myself. Soon there was activity all about, above and below, on every side, more beings, each of different brightness, sizes, and hues. Structures and landscapes sprung from everywhere all in a crystalline state, all inhabited by these lesser light beings - some winged, most not - some fully formed, others not - yet even others appeared only as glowing Orbs of light and color, bouncing as would bubbles in a glass of carbonated water.

I could stand it no longer, every emotion I had ever known was welling up in me ten fold. Just when I thought to speak, to question, the being spoke to me. It's voice was as a chorus of voices, not male not female, not loud not soft, not deep but perfect and all encompassing.

As I looked at the two gigantic, magnificent beings dressed in brilliant capes just off to It's side, IT said, "That is Michael and Gabriel. Michael has chosen you as his and Gabriel shall teach you the ways."

I looked past them to another large being, so beautiful but darker in contrast, as was the sprawling robe it wore. This being had eyes that pleased but pierced with its gaze, and the light being said, "That is he who has been cast out. You who I have given choice may go with any of these of your choosing."

I thought as I had a choice, and Michael had already chosen me then I would chose him.

He appeared so strong and mighty, as did the others, but in his eyes seemed a fire that was drawing and captivating to me. Gabriel's eyes were softer and gave more in an understanding manner and I thought, "Oh, how absolutely beautiful are these beings."

I then looked to the being before me and Its eyes were full of love and warmth, authoritative and compelling. He seemed to have approved of my choice. Then said to me, "You will be my soldier and you will go with Michael for a while. Gabriel will come to you at times. I will send others to you and your fruit shall not fall far from the tree in the time of the Gathering."

Just then I saw five Orbs of light. They seemed to be playing, swirling round and about the being and myself. They had appeared from the outlying landscape and I noticed they were all the same size and shape but of different hues as subtle as shades of rose petals, save one which had a bluish hue. Two of the pinkish ones seemed exactly alike, the other two were yet deeper in shades of red and orange. Before I could ask, IT spoke and said, "They, like all here are of you, who are of me, but these will come to you and you will care for them more. They will fly apart but come together at the time of the Gathering."

I thought the being might be telling me these were my children but I was only 21 and not only had never been married but had no plans to. I didn't understand how all this was of me and me of HE.

Then a magnificent crystal serving platter appeared and it shimmered the colors of many rainbows. In an instant it shattered into thousands of pieces, each piece brilliant in its own right. Ever so slowly, all the pieces began to rejoin themselves to once again form the original serving platter. I now knew what this Being of Light was showing me. We pieces are the platter. I was just one of those thousands of pieces, as were all those I was seeing here and those back in the "world."

Now my mind was still trying to ponder the Gathering. As I thought what could this mean, the being answered, "Here you will see the signs that bring forth the Gathering,"

With that I saw frames appear like screens on a TV set. When I looked into the screens, the visions would gather up, pop off in an image, and enter my mind. I felt as if I was being pushed back with its impact.

They were only glimpses but they were so realistic, as if happening right there in front of me in the now. I could not turn away.

Then it seemed that I had become a part of each of these visions. There were scenes of men in uniform killing other men in uniforms. I recognized some of the insignias and some were from the USA. There were also thousands of them not in uniforms killing even more thousands not in uniform. It was like looking at toy figures moving on their own, mowing down other figures, different countries, different nations, different religions, different weapons, different decades, but always resulting in hundreds of thousands dead and dying. I wanted out of there. I could feel the pain these people were suffering.

I asked the being, "Why was this and how long was this to go on?"

The being said, "Man will prey on man until man will pray for man."

The next vision was of floods - many of them spilling across the earth on different continents in different seasons. I am again walking among it, feeling the force and taking in the smell of death. Hundreds of lives and acres upon acres of crops were lost as well as hundreds of stock and wild animals floating away into the abyss.

Then I was watching volcanoes from around the world erupting, first one then another. The molten lava burying whole towns and villages and the people and animals within them. I gazed among the ruins and saw little left of what once stood there.

The last vision I saw in the screen were of earthquakes destroying sections of almost every continent. One was a massive one in America - most others were in Europe and the Orient. Again, thousands are killed. Structures are crumpled. The landscape leveled. I turned again to the being and he said, "There will not only be more of what you have seen but there will come a time when it will all happen at the same time and it will come at the same time of mans' greatest sins."

I didn't have time to ask, when HE said, "They will turn from ME and claim themselves like Gods."

With that Michael beckoned me to go with him and I am now part of the Universe. Novas, suns, planets, all that I looked at from the earth, not so long ago, or was it?

We traveled toward the beginning of it all, the inner portions of the universe. Kazillions of planets around kazillions of suns. The closer to the center we approached the more concentrated the number of galaxies. It is like the plate you saw, the largest part. After it shattered, it was at the center. Those parts that shattered first were sent the farthest from the center. So is everything in the universe. All is but a circle within a circle wrapped in a circle. Each level, each dimension is but a layer of the original which is without end.

I watched as millions of Orbs systematically entered the many planets before me. They appeared as bees flitting from flower to flower, pollinating each, one after another. Michael took me closer and I could now see that so many of these planets had life on them. The Orbs were joining with the creatures of these planets. Not every creature was the same on every planet but they all had some commonalities, a head, a body, extremities and the light beings would animate them for a time.

We headed away from the center now and Michael said that Gabriel would have more to explain to me and that he, Michael, wanted me to know that he was pleased with the many times he had called on me to do his bidding and that I performed my duties well. His parting words were "You will never again be made to forget"!

I was journeying back to where I knew earth would be and watched as comets and asteroids casually passed by me or I passed them. The colors of the gaseous cloud formations were striking. I started looking at these infant galaxies as one would cloud formations back on earth, imagining what shape they were taking on. This one a boat. This a bird with wings. This a scarf floating in the breeze. I recognized what was the constellation ORION and I knew I was getting close to my destination.

While drifting through ORION, I noticed two blazing celestial bodies racing parallel to its center, looking as twin arrows exiting from an archers bow and headed straight for the "Blue Marble" of home. Immediately, a vision of millions of people crying because of the devastation of portions of New York City came to me. I became aware of a strange feeling I had not known previously, and I thought that might be because this was the city I had grown up in. I saw a huge earthquake, a magnitude of 8.6 in someplace named EUREKA. A ham operator or radio announcer was directing thousands of people migrating from areas of frequent disasters to places of safety. A space station appeared to be falling from the heavens because of an internal explosion. Missiles were being simultaneously fired into space from several nations. I thought the light being had shown me all there was to see but these were different, stronger and there was no pre-screening as before. Gabriel appeared beside me, I thought because I had felt shaky, but it was to explain the now sprawling galactic view of my galaxy.

The sun was expanding and spewing off huge ecto-plasma balls, more then it has ever done in its past, and in the very direction the planets would orbit through. I could not take my eyes from the earth and as I watched what effect these eruptions would have on the earth.

A large mass passed me, larger then any of the planets known to me, and as it passes, I see the earth wobble wildly as would a top toward the end of its spin. The rotation stopped and slowly started again but it was tilted now and I was drawn in closer like the zoom of a lens.

The ash clouds that had engulfed the earth thinned, and like a tack welded piece of metal being dismantled, I could see the ocean bodies starting to rise - first the Pacific along the "Ring of Fire", then the others, synchronistical.

As the waters shifted upon the landmasses, the landmasses started to sink under the waters added pressure upon it. When the pressures equaled out, to the spin of the changing axis, the earth no longer looked as it did moments before. It was newer, cleaner, more beautiful with darker greens and lighter blues. Some of the new landmasses looked similar to a few of the other planets I had recently visited with Michael.

People were upon this earth and appeared happier and more content although seemingly living like the native populations of old.

Cities, built by the Ancient Ones, that were buried beneath the oceans, were now being populated by the surviving people in this new world. I saw tribes joining tribes and small nations forming, but it was what I didn't see that made my heart burst. There were no more wars. True peace and happiness had finally befallen on humankind.

Gabriel now tells me that this is his message that I must take back, to let others know that there is little to fear, for the earth will go on forever as did all the planets I had visited. I am to tell the world to look to ORION and they will know when the new world will come upon them.

I ask him, "What of the others there on earth during the change?"

Gabriel tells me that all will be lifted. Some will be lifted higher then others and no longer enjoy the physical realm, while some will be left on the earth to replenish and rebuild the physical. They too will be of a higher elevation then any that are living there now!

I was now before the light being of gold again. Those five orbs were still darting about. I wanted to stay and explore this realm with all the other light beings but I was told I could not.

I was brought here to go back to tell the others who would be coming after me, that if they would spread the love they brought with them to the physical world, they would know their Creator eagerly awaits them.

The being told me that should I ever have questions of the heart or mind, he will answer them if I only look within myself, for that is where he will dwell. From this time forward I need only think it to be so, and it will be so, for I would forever know the truth.

I was told there was much work left undone and that he had set a road of rocks before me that I must sweep away for passage. Many will be set before me that I may help in my presence, and more I will not. But I must not set aside wrongly, for a soul should not be lost within my heart.

I asked how I would know and before I received an answer I was being whisked away through that darkened tunnel like a dust bunny in a vacuum, with about as much control as a runaway freight train.

A loving voice was telling me I must go back today.

The nurse was wiping off my head.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

BALLS OF LIGHT - From Phantoms & Monsters Blog

Mysterious Valleys
By Scott Corrales
(c) 2008

There is no shortage of strange or haunted locations on our planet, and Argentina’s Calingasta Valley is definitely among them, located near the town of Barreal in the province of San Juan. Drivers who have to cross this arid region out of necessity have reported seeing a variety of strange lights in the darkness: orbs of yellowish or white energy described as being around the size of a soccer ball which can be mistaken for the lights of a distant, oncoming automobile. Much like the Marfa Lights of Texas, these Argentinean orbs appear and vanish only to reappear further down the road. On some occasions they engage in frantic pursuits of trucks and cars along the road; on others, they stand in the way of traffic, causing understandable consternation.

Journalist Patricio Parente mentions the case of a schoolteacher anxious to return home and, lacking a car, hitched a ride with a truck driver. After the vehicle was on its way, the teacher mentioned that she could see distant lights like small candles, which appeared to be following the truck. But even more alarming than this was the fact that a bigger light had already placed itself above the truck’s cab, endeavoring to slow it down or bring it to a halt, in spite of the driver’s best efforts to maintain speed. Are we dealing with a normal “earthlight” phenomenon or some kind of South American ignis fatuus of the desert, or something stranger?

Parente also mentions another of the region’s unusual features – a vast dry lakebed known as the Barreal Blanco or Pampa del Leoncito. Measuring some seven miles long and three miles wide, the plain is popular among those who are engaged in wind sports involving wheeled vehicles (“carrovelismo”, in Spanish) or just anyone interested in putting a four-wheeled vehicle through its paces, making it a famous location for racing and shooting television commercials, or for calibrating airborne and satellite sensors. But aside from its popularity, it has also become known as a place haunted by the strange lights. A driver and his wife, lost in the dry lake at night, managed to find their way out thanks to the sudden manifestation of a white ball of light that appeared to try to guide them toward the road leading out of the area. When he discussed the event with others, he was told that the “fools’ lantern” had come to his aid. Intense flashes of light of unknown origin have also been reported in this curious area of the Andean foothills. Alfredo Cruz, a resident of this inhospitable region, remembered seeing these “lanterns”, which he could see in the distant Andean foothills. Some believed that the sources of light were “flying bags of bones” – as weird a concept as that may seem – that could be either good or bad, either lending assistance to stranded travelers or accosting them for no reason at all.

Other folklore preserved from pre-European and Colonial times maintains that the strange lights are supernatural indications of the presence of lost mines or buried treasure – something to tantalize Indiana Jones with, perhaps. But other traditions hold that the Barreal Blanco lights are far from sanguine and fall under the classification of luces del mal (evil lights) and are the handiwork of the Devil. Any would-be treasure hunter would have to make a pact with the dark forces before coming across the promised treasure. The belief in the unwholesome nature of these structures is such that the residents of Albardón, a village on the edges of the Barreal Blanco, have erected a formidable cross to ward off witches and vampires, and the lights whose very presence is a cause for distress.

We can add Salta’s enigmatic Valles Calchaquíes to the list of haunted places in South America. Spanning the length of the provinces of Salta, Tucuman and Catamarca, these geological features consist of at least six lesser valleys or chasms, and the Calchaquí River itself. Reaching the town of Cachi, one of its better known UFO hotspots, for example, involves a hair-raising ascent to four thousand feet above sea level along truly terrifying precipices.

In May 2008, the COPENOA news service reported that Residents of the town of San Carlos had seen a small creature no taller than forty centimeters in height, with an unusual characteristic: the little creature appeared to produce some kind of force field that kept people from approaching it.

Walter Lopez and Omar Ferlatti, the witnesses to this high-strangeness event, told the authorities about the creature, describing it as “small, glowing and wearing pants”, seemingly protected by “a magnetic field” – this apparent close encounter of the third kind took place as the entire valley region was in commotion over a large UFO reported in the area.

“Kids aren’t going out at night out of fear of the strange creature and the UFO,” claimed a resident of San Carlos in a statement to the COPENOA news agency. Ferlatti and Lopez’s account dovetails with the one given by a shepherdess on the hills, who was startled by the strange visitor. Police have stated that both stories coincide and that local residents are indeed frightened. “It hasn’t been seen again. It would be good for it to return, to ascertain that the events were indeed as described,” said deputy sheriff Luis Comenares.

Not all locals were as agitated about the diminutive visitor. Andean peoples have an extensive tradition of small creatures usually lumped under the classification of imps or goblins, and they are purportedly the spirits of children who died unchristened or attacked their parents. Pablo Villarubia, a tireless journalist of the occult, visited the Cafayate Museum in the city of Salta to speak to curator Elga Brabo, who was very forthright in their discussion on the subject of these half-magical, half-real subhumans. When asked if imps had ever been reported in Cachi, she replied affirmatively, adding that the creature was even known as “el duende de Toma Colorado” (the Toma Colorado Imp) – an entity that was more playful than perverse, but which hadn’t been seen for years.

Some of these “neighbors”, for want of a better term, aren’t so engaging. Brabo told Villarubia that some doctors from the village of Angastaco were forced to seek the help of a local witch doctor to banish the presence of a duende who had taken up residence in their home, apparently fascinated by the couple’s baby, which it would turn around in its crib, or else prompt the child to scream or laugh for no reason at all.

The Diario El Tribuno newspaper carried an even more impressive account: on July 19, 2008, residents of the town of Cachi (marveled at the sight of a colossal UFO, “an extraordinary vision”, in the newspaper’s opinion. Evangelina Romero, a schoolteacher, was among the witnesses who gave a detailed description of the sighting. Ufologist and mountaineer Antonio Zuleta, the author of a number of startling videotapes of UFO activity in the high Andes, discussed the sighting on his morning show, interviewing Evangelina Romero and her husband, Ruben Guitian. The general description of the object was “a disk-shaped metallic object that projected white, purple and orange light from its mid-section as it moved from South to North in perfect silence despite it size, which the couple compared to that of a soccer pitch.

Another witness, Hugo Alcoba, a well-known folk composer, corroborated the Romero sighting, adding that the object had been a “classic flying saucer like something out a movie from the 1950s”. Many locals were perhaps reminded of another colossal UFO –measuring two hundred fifty meters in diameter - that allegedly crashed in the area on August 17, 1995 in the Sierras Coloradas region.

For his part, Antonio Zuleta was probably thinking about his own giant unidentified flying object, the one he recorded in June 2001 as it moved placidly over one of the mountain ridge known as Nevados de Cachi, the second highest of its kind in the world after the Himalayas. Zuleta had been at home with his wife on June 23, 2001, just about to take his young daughter to the hospital at 21:00 hours when he saw the massive unknown structure sailing over the mountain range. “It gave off lights like streamers of red and green,” he said at the time. This one, the first of many such recordings, had a duration of 20 minutes before the object accelerated became lost from sight.

Zuleta’s video of the strange phenomena common to the Calchaquí Valleys became a worldwide sensation. Saltan ufologist Daniel Quiroga of the Red Argentina de Ovnilogía (RAO), was of the opinion that the Cachi UFO video was "a document of undeniable scientific value.” Quiroga studied the videotape for three hours and reached the conclusion that "it is one of the best recordings I've seen," noting "I have no doubt that it is a mothership, in other words, an extraterrestrial device of gigantic proportions, capable of transporting lesser units and which have been repeatedly seen in different parts of the planet for years.” After analyzing the filmed material, I'm able to state that it is an unconventional phenomenon. The object makes intelligent movements that are impossible for known human technology. It accelerates and decelerates at prodigious speeds, is surrounded by a green outline, has a white core and produces red and blue flashes while projecting violet and sky-blue beams. It is oval in shape, although in the video, its movements give it
the appearance of changing shape constantly."

Elsewhere in the World

When it comes to these enigmatic regions, perhaps the strangest of them all is the rocky mountain canyon known as Barranca de Badajoz on Tenerife in the Canary Islands. Unlike other mystery places, photographic evidence has substantiated the high strangeness that makes the fog-enshrouded canyon so famous. Lush vegetation protrudes from harsh, ancient lava flows that lead to the sea. The Guanches, Tenerife's original inhabitants, considered the canyon to be the dwelling place of Chaxiraxi, "the mother who bears the world."In 1912, states Padrón, a crew of ore miners was about to drill a hole in a mineshaft when three humanlike creatures, as white as a sheet of paper, emerged from the rocks. The terrified miners abandoned the works and ran for the nearest Guardia Civil station to notify the authorities of the frightening event. Padrón points out that to this very day, local residents believe that the "beings in white" are real and even leave offerings of food for them. Newcomers and explorers are advised to leave these eldritch creatures alone, "since they mean no harm." Local lore also includes enigmatic references to two non-human races, the lunos or "lunar people" with their gleaming whiteness and the nanos, a dwarf race living in the tunnels that allegedly exist under the region. While the existence of these tunnels has not been established by geologists, Canarian legend speaks of a bet between two friends in the 1890's, concerning who could reach the city of Santa Cruz de Tenerife faster: the one on horseback or the one on foot through the tunnels. Needless to say, the latter won.. A group of vacationers who visited the ancient step-pyramids of Chacona at nearby Güimar chose to spend a night in the canyon when their camping excursion was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a colossal creature heading straight for them. Terror gripped the campers as they made for their vehicle, leaving their possessions behind. Thinking the worst was over, the campers stopped at Socorro Beach to recover themselves from the fright. Their brief respite was interrupted by the appearance of large, glowing light in the sky that appeared to be chasing them. The hysterical vacationers fled to the city. Perhaps the most interesting piece of information gathered by Padrón in his investigation of this haunted area is the photograph of an enormous winged creature, made up of pure energy, which flew over witness Teyo Bermejo in July 1991. Bermejo took a photograph of the creature, which clearly shows a winged, golden-orange figure against a black background. Another photograph shows a group of children completely unaware of a towering white humanoid walking behind them at an angle. A closeup of the image shows a blurry but rather well defined figure: a denizen of the hidden world?

posted by Inexplicata at 10:47 AM

I have been to Marfa, Texas twice to see the lights. The state has even made a turnout on the highway with a picnic table for curious investigators to watch the lights. My friend, on one of my trips there, was determined to catch one up close. So at midnight he drove down this long dusty road towards where they would show up. Every time he got close the light would move to another place. They definitely had intelligence. The interesting thing is that the Spanish Wagon trains in the 1500's also saw the lights. We know they weren't car headlights then!

Thursday's Child

Tuesday, August 12, 2008


Last evening Frosty Wooldridge was on Coast to Coast am (August 11, 2008). He told about how overpopulation is depleting earth’s resources which will hinder us as humans. He agreed that the earth would survive long after man has vanished off this planet. The Earth has its own way to deal with what is taking place and it will continue on. You can see this for yourself if you watch what is happening on the weather channel or see documentaries on overpopulation in India and China. India is becoming wall to wall humans. They have had a hard time feeding their populace for years but now and in the future it will become even worse.

We have been warned about global warming. Some don’t believe it but from what we hear about the glaciers melting that have never melted before it would seem to stand to reason. Bare land at the north pole has been claimed by Russia. Bare land had never shown up there before because ice covered it. What I am leading up to by saying this are three books I have just read by Dr. Hank Wessleman. The first was “Spirit Walker”, the second “Medicine Maker” and the last, “Vision Seeker”. These were eye opening books.

Hank Wessleman is an anthropologist with a scientific mind. Through a series of paranormal experiences which happened out of the blue to him he somehow connected with his descendant 5,000 years in the future. I know that sounds fantastic but eventually he was able to experience what his descendant saw, felt and heard through connecting with his mind. Ultimately his descendant was able to communicate with him. But what he learned was mind boggling. This is the point I am making.

5,000 years in the future all of California’s Inland Valley was ocean. It was ringed by hills to the east. People had come from Hawaii in double hulled canoes of large size. The people had to leave there because of cataclysms. They brought their native plants wrapped in Ti leaves placed in mud. They had to make sure they made it without dying so when it rained the plants got watered before the people had anything to drink, even though they were parched. The Hawaiians started villages around the inland sea and their plants began to grow.

The descendant of Hank Wessleman became a Kahuna. He told about a journey of going out away from the villages to see if he could find people. The land had become tropical with birds that previously you would only see in the jungle, as were the monkeys, lions, elephants and only animals we have heard of living in Africa.

Over the mountains to the west were great plains where horses roamed. On his quest he met people that had come from what we would consider back east in Canada. They were Acadians mixed with very primitive stock. They were hunters and gatherers and kept moving. He became friends with them and learned the way of the Shaman from the leader. The leaders daughter became his wife. Those were the only persons he ever found. It was a case of reverting back to the original inhabitants of the planet as there were no machines of any kind and it was primitive.

Hank’s descendant referred to ancient English that was spoken before “The Great Fall” of the planet before everything changed. All we know is that there was approximately a 5,000 year time gap by the time he discovered his descendant. We do not know what happened that caused The Great Fall or when it happened. I was hoping he would discover that. The most important point is that something did happen due to a great catastrophe but we don’t know what caused it, whether it was global warming, nuclear annihilation, or a pole shift. Whatever it was caused California (the only place he observed) to become tropical with wild animals that were not native to that area. He thought perhaps these were animals that had been in zoos and when the catastrophe happened had escaped to survive on their own. How else could they be there?

Back to Frosty Wooldridge’s article on over population; as I said the earth will survive but the humans won’t. Perhaps they would have if they had listened about over population, containing the resources, and preparing for any eventuality.

For your own discernment find the books by Dr. Hank Wesselman and see for yourself what he experienced. He said we can do the same if we practice.


The Titanic and the United States
Website Mission Statement by Frosty Wooldridge

Much like the Titanic that sank on April 15, 1912, the United States stands at a critical juncture in the history of our nation. Few realize it, but, like the Titanic, this nation smashed into a piece of legislation in 1965 that was never asked for or approved by the American public.

In 1965, our 'Captain' Lyndon B. Johnson along with helmsman Senator Teddy Kennedy drove America into an 'iceberg' of massive, unrestricted immigration that opened up the flood gates with the 'Immigration Reform Act'. At first, the flow of one million immigrants annually wasn't noticed. We were benevolent. Our country was big. There was plenty of room and resources.

However, the massive flow of humanity from that hit is still pouring into our country 38 years later and few seem to notice--much like the party-goers and dancing on the Titanic that kept up for hours after hitting the iceberg in the North Atlantic. However, even the invincible Titanic could not survive the onslaught from the constant flow of incoming water--slowly, methodically stealing its ability to stay afloat.

Today in the United States, 70 million immigrants later and pouring in at 2.3 million annually--both legal and illegal--our nation shudders from San Francisco to New York and from Chicago to Miami. We rose from 200 million to nearly 300 million in three decades. What was once a benefit to our country is now a full-scale overpopulation and societal crisis.

The Titanic From stem to stern, our English language is under assault and our schools are drowning in ethnic violence, rapes, drugs and gang warfare. In California, Texas, Florida and Arizona, our hospitals suffer bankruptcies from non-paid services for 350,000 annual 'anchor babies'. Ten million illegal immigrants displace jobs from America's working poor and depress wages for many others. Leprosy, tuberculosis, Chagas Disease, hepatitis and other diseases 'pour' into our country within the bodies of illegal immigrants who avoid health screening before coming on board the United States. Even worse, clashing cultures with religions that celebrate 'female genital mutilation' and subjugation of women are growing in enclaves around our country. As Lincoln said, "A house divided against itself cannot stand."

On the environmental front, our nation explodes toward an added 200 million people that will approach half billion by mid-century. We are creating an 'irreversible crisis' with 'unsolvable problems'. California is slated to add 20 million in 30 years. Colorado will add five million by mid century. Arizona will add four million. They already don't have enough water. Florida cannot survive another five million people. New York shudders with its population problems. Air pollution poisons what we breathe and massive sprawl devours our once lauded spaciousness. Species extinction accelerates as we add numbers. Much like the Titanic, our standard of living drops and our quality of life sinks with the influx of unrestricted immigration. Soon, we too, will become like the countries of Bangladesh, India and China.

On the employment front, our leaders are outsourcing and offshoring our jobs to Third World countries while they import the Third World into our country. America's middle class is being driven into the unemployment lines. Our schools are becoming dysfunctional towers of Babel with over 140 languages. We cannot stay afloat with this kind of linguistic chaos. Yes, we have compassion for immigrants, but it's our country and our children. Their leaders need to take care of them in their countries. Unfortunately, Congress and leadership of this nation refuse to step below the water line to see how fast we are sinking. We're $6.8 trillion in debt. There were 20 different languages on the California recall ballot. Whose country is this anyway? Our leaders are standing in the wheelhouse totally insulated and isolated from those of us who shovel the coal, build houses, repair cars, teach our kids, drive school busses and plow roads.

We cannot save the world, but we can destroy our country if we fail to act.

Like the Titanic that cracked in half before plunging to the depths because no one stopped the incoming water, the United States like all great nations before us, could sink. You can see the signs all around our country. If you look around you, we're shuddering from bow to aft - from the stacks to the rudder. Who is steering our nation and why are they heading toward more icebergs instead of changing course? What can you do? You are just as much an American patriot as Paul Revere, Betsy Ross, Thomas Jefferson, Teddy Roosevelt, Susan B. Anthony, Lincoln and the soldiers from Valley Forge to the Jungles of Vietnam and deserts of Iraq. It's time to start riding, stitching, writing, charging, demonstrating and fighting for our country within our country. We need to seal our borders against this incursion.

Since our leaders won't stop this invasion of an 'unarmed army' of legal and illegal immigrants, it's up to you. Our children face a dangerous future if we fail to take action. It wasn't George Washington who beat the British army. It was every militiaman who shot from fence lines and trees. It wasn't Ike who won WWII. It was every GI who slung a rifle over his soldier. Susan B. Anthony marched and Dr. Martin Luther King demonstrated. They, in their time, paid the price for defending America so we could enjoy our freedom. This is your time.

This web site is provided to help you become more informed and to encourage you to become effectively involved in stopping our current immigration/overpopulation crisis. The power of the Internet allows you to leverage your power. On the national level, go to and send faxes to Congress for free. To find local and state-based organizations, see the links section. If you need further assistance, please contact me. Each of us possesses a talent that will add to our growing grass roots action.

The worst decision you can make is to think that you can do so little that you do nothing at all.

Frosty Wooldridge

Tuesday, July 29, 2008


Georgia Bigfoot Claim: 'Body Was Accidentally Found'

Posted: 29 Jul 2008 01:36 AM CDT
Rick Dyer of Forest Park, Georgia from claims that the Bigfoot body in his possession was accidentally found in the deep woods approximately 7 miles from a road.

On the radio show on July 28th, Dyer explained that it took 6 people 1 1/2 days to drag the 8'8", 600lbs. corpse to a vehicle. He refused to disclose the gender of the creature. Dyer also stated it was found in early June and assumes it had been dead a few days. As well, he mentioned that the Bigfoot is being stored in a 10 ft. freezer.

Dyer also claimed that other 'live' Bigfoot creatures were observed in the same area where the body was found and that he has photographs.

Listeners were allowed to field questions.

Dyer said that at least one researcher had refused to believe his find and that the YouTube campaign was started in order to belittle other well known cryptozoologists.

Ask what the creature looks like, Dyer answered that it looks 'more human than ape' and that he sought legal counsel in order to copyright photographs. He states he already has a buyer who has offered $10 million.

Dyer did say that he never believed in Bigfoot and didn't research the creature before he stumbled across the body.

Dyer claims that the proof and evidence of their find will start being released to the public on September 1st, 2008. The attorney handling Dyer's affairs in this case is Monroe Ferguson of Ferguson, Ferguson & Morris, P.C. of Jonesboro, Georgia.

Georgia Bigfoot Claim: 'Body Was Accidentally Found'

From the Paranormal and Monsters Blog

Tuesday, July 22, 2008


Hey Aileen,

Ted Phillips will be speaking at this year's premier UFO symposium: Show Me the Evidence: The Science of Ufology on Sunday, August 17 in Tinley Park, Illinois.

Speakers include: Stanton T. Friedman, Sam Maranto, Donald Schmitt, and much more! Also, the SIU (Special Investigations Unit) will be present for questions and answers regarding ongoing research into ‘Marley Woods’ & 'Project Moonshaft'. Plus, Ted Phillips will be making a Huge Announcement.

It's the cheapest symposium around at a modest $20! So what are you waiting for!?

For more information please visit the following web address:
Thanks for your support!

Center for Physical Trace Research

Friday, July 18, 2008


Lorna Byrne: 'To Me, Seeing Angels Is Natural'

Posted: 17 Jul 2008 01:54 PM CDT

Lorna Byrne's memoir has been bought for a six-figure sum by the publishers of The Da Vinci Code, but she doesn't see her powers as unusual, says Peter Stanford

"I don't always see the angels' wings," admits Lorna Byrne, "but when I do, they are beautiful beyond words. The other day I was with someone and, as she walked into the room, her guardian angel opened up for me and I saw its golden wings in such detail. I could see the feathers individually."

We are sitting in a central London café. To me, a mere mortal, there is nothing out of the ordinary to detain the eye - groups of people at tables, sipping drinks and chatting. But for the 54-year-old Byrne, as her eyes flit around over my shoulder, there is a whole other dimension.

For as long as she can remember, she has been able to see angels - as she describes in Angels in My Hair, a memoir that has become a runaway bestseller in her native Ireland and has just been signed up for a six-figure sum by the American publishers of The Da Vinci Code.

"I'm seeing spirals of light behind people," she reports. "Those are the people's guardian angels. We've all got one. They are usually about three paces behind us."

"And then I'm also seeing the other angels, too, the ones that I call the helpers and teachers. They are white and beautiful. All angels have a human appearance, but that's just for us, so we are not terrified."

It all sounds slightly bonkers - as if she is describing a long-forgotten Old Master, or a scene from Wim Wenders's 1987 flight of fancy, Wings of Desire, in which gentle, trenchcoated angels minister to battle-scarred Berliners.

But Byrne is no painter or arthouse filmmaker: she's a mother of four from Maynooth in Co Kildare.

"I know what I'm seeing, whatever anyone thinks of it," she says, as doubt crosses my face.

Byrne's red, shoulder-length hair is cut neatly, and she is conventionally dressed in a lime-green cardigan and navy skirt. She would be easily overlooked in a crowd, especially as she is so small and apparently fragile.

But as soon as she starts talking, there is something beguilingly otherworldly about her, rather as I imagine one of the medieval mystics now so beloved of mainstream Christianity might have appeared.

She admits, in a soft, slow voice that you have to lean in to hear, that she has been rather taken aback by the controversy and attention her book has generated.

"To me, seeing angels is quite natural. It's been happening for so long. I'm only discovering now, when people like you ask me questions about it, that others don't find it natural."

Byrne is not alone in believing in angels: three quarters of Americans and more than a third of Britons are also convinced that such heavenly helpers exist. But claiming to be able to see them is something else entirely. There are, I calculate, several possible explanations. She could be a charlatan, out to make a quick buck. She could be mad. Or she could be telling the truth.

The first option is the easiest to tackle. Her website contains the predictable testimonials from Irish celebrities.

Singer Daniel O'Donnell describes Byrne's insights as "breathtaking"; Jim Corr of the Corrs hails her "guidance… in times of universal deceit".

More substantial, though, are those from the less celebrated - such as this, from a Dublin therapist: "One patient, a girl from Sarajevo, had suffered major damage after a grenade had been thrown into her home. Her body was literally peppered with shrapnel, particularly the spinal area.

Lorna, without the use of X-ray, was not only able to point out where all the shrapnel pieces were, but to indicate what the effect of each piece was on the girl's body."

How did she know? "The angels told me," Byrne explains. Why did they tell you? "I haven't the faintest idea," she replies simply, rather as a child would. "They don't always tell me why."

So it is not just that Byrne sees angels - and has done since she was growing up in a rundown cottage next to her father's bicycle repair shop in Dublin in the 1960s. She can also communicate with them. I suggest that rather than being heavenly beings, they might be a kind of outward manifestation of an inner voice.

"People have called me all sorts of things in the past," she responds, unaffronted by the suggestion.

"I don't like 'psychic'. I'm not a psychic. Sometimes other people have said, 'Where's the healer?' when they have come to find me, but I don't heal. That's not me. That's God. The angels carry the message, helping me to intercede with God."

So can she talk directly to God, too? I lower my voice instinctively as I ask the question. "I know it sounds strange," she laughs. I wait. Finally, she answers: "I do, yes."

If Byrne were indeed a charlatan, she could have been putting her gifts to good use for years to feather her own nest - "make a load of money", as she puts it.

Instead, she stayed in her poor childhood home, attending a school where she was always treated as "retarded" - "I'm dys… what's the word, I still can't say it, you know - not good with words."

Then there was a loving, but cash-strapped, marriage to Joe, and four children, along with a variety of menial jobs to make ends meet.

Joe died young, as the angels had always told her he would. She recalls nursing him on his deathbed. Did that make her angry with God?

"No, I was allowed to see his soul [after he died] on one occasion. It was beautiful." She believes her romance was predestined.

"From the moment Angel Elijah showed me a vision of Joe, I was always in love with him. I was only maybe nine or 10 at the time, but the connection was made."

Byrne reveals quite how otherworldly she is when, in the course of talking about evil spirits (she says she has confronted the fallen angel, Satan, on at least one occasion), I mention Robert Mugabe as a potential candidate for demonic possession.

"Who's he?" she asks. As I explain, she is constantly looking away. From her perspective, there is clearly so much else going on in the room that the details of Zimbabwe's crisis don't hold her attention.

"I live in a parallel world," she explains, "between spirit world and human world. Angels, you see, are not souls of people who have died, as is sometimes said. They are creatures, another being, a spiritual being. So if you ask me the question of which world I'd find it easier to live in, I'd have to say the spirit world."

Her sincerity is unmistakeable, but it still leaves open the possibility that her visions are a form of mental illness. She has obviously heard the accusation often enough. "If I had told people what I was seeing when I was a child," she says, "I would have been locked away."

Throughout history, there has been a thin - some would say invisible - line between strong religious attachment and apparent insanity. Byrne remains, she says, a regular at Mass, and feels that too many people today are shy about admitting their faith.

"They are frightened to acknowledge that part of themselves that has anything to do with God, because they don't want to be thought of as mad, too."

So we come to the final option - the baffling idea that Byrne is telling the truth. Or, to be more precise, her truth. The churches, it seems, have so far been wary of endorsing her claims.

"The religions are putting angels out of the equation as much as possible, in order to have control over human beings," she explains. "And I mean all religions, all churches. I can see angels in churches, in synagogues and mosques. They are everywhere."

We've come back full circle. Is there any form of proof, other than her word, that she can offer for her claims?

"The response from the website. My book has given people back hope and belief in life itself, and that for me is wonderful. There are people who tell me they haven't prayed for years, since they left school, but now… It's the hope the world is crying out for."

Tuesday, July 15, 2008



Of all the interviews I’ve conducted with former or retired ICBM launch officers over the past three decades, this was perhaps the most disturbing. According to the source, David H. Schuur, a UFO had apparently activated the launch sequence in most of his Minuteman missiles.

In August 2007, Schuur told me, “I saw your request for information in the [June 2007] Association of Air Force Missileers Newsletter. I was involved in a UFO incident at Minot AFB in the mid-1960s. I had read your earlier article [in the September 2002 AAFM Newsletter] but was hesitant to respond.” I asked Schuur why he had been hesitant. He replied, “Well, we were basically told, way back when, that it was classified information and, you know, it didn’t happen and don’t discuss it. I guess I was still operating on that idea when I saw your first article.”

Schuur had obviously had a change of heart. He continued, “Anyway, I was a Minuteman missile crewmember in the 455th/91st Strategic Missile Wing at Minot from December 1963 through November 1967. I was a 1st Lieutenant during that period and the deputy commander that night. Since the incident occurred some 40 years ago, my memories are a bit foggy but, based on who my commander was at the time, I would say it occurred between July 1965 and July 1967.”

I asked Schuur if he could narrow the time-frame during which the incident occurred, by associating it with another event. He replied, “Not really, but my sense is that the incident occurred toward the end of my duty in the [missile] field, so it was probably during 1966, or ’67. I was pulling alert in the Echo [Launch Control] Capsule and was at the console at the time, probably early in the morning when the commander was sleeping. I know I was at Echo because that’s where I pulled almost all of my alert duty. My crew commander at the time has died. He was a Lieutenant Colonel at Minot, in his 50s—he was in the reserves, an old Korea veteran, who was recalled to duty in the early 1960s.”

“As far as the incident, here’s my best recollection of it: Alpha capsule, which was east of us, reported on PAS—the Primary Alerting System—that their security personnel were observing a large, bright object hovering over some of their missile sites. It was moving from missile to missile. I think the Alpha missile crew also reported that they were receiving ‘spurious indicators’ on their missile control console, but I’m not certain about that. I know that a few minutes later our capsule had spurious indicators—anomalous readings—from some of our missiles.”

I asked Schuur to explain PAS. He said, “It was an open line between SAC headquarters and the wing command posts. There was a speaker in each launch capsule and when the command posts issued a directive, or whatever, we were able to hear it. When Alpha had their UFO sightings, they alerted the command post, at which time the command post called SAC headquarters. So, when the report of the sightings went out, we all heard it on PAS.”

Schuur continued, “But it wasn’t just Alpha and Echo. Over the next hour or so—I don’t recall exactly how long it was—all of the flights reported that their [Security Alert Teams] were observing a UFO near their facilities. The path of the object could be followed as it passed over each flight area by the reports on the PAS. The object moved over the entire wing from the southeast to the northwest, following the layout of the wing.”

Schuur elaborated, “All of them—Bravo Flight, Charlie, Delta, right on down the line to Oscar—were reporting sightings of this object. Minot’s missile field is laid out like the letter ‘C’. Alpha is located southeast of the base, and the other flights—Bravo, Charlie and so forth—were south, southwest, west, northwest, then north of Minot. Oscar, the last flight, is at the top of the ‘C’, north of the base. The object—as far as I know, it was only one object—came across Alpha Flight, then moved all the way around the flights and ended up at Oscar. We could hear that on PAS. At Echo, it didn’t come close to the Launch Control Facility, it just visited the LFs (silos), then passed onto the next flight.”

“As far as our flight, Echo, a few minutes after hearing the report from Alpha, I received a call from topside security that a large bright light—actually, a large, bright object would be more accurate—was in the sky, to the east of the launch control facility. When the guard called down, he may have used the term ‘UFO’ but I don’t recall. He didn’t describe it’s shape or altitude because it was too far away. It never got close enough to the LCF to see any detail. At its closest, it was two, three, maybe four miles away from us, near one of the missile sites.”

Schuur continued, “However, when the object passed over our flight, we started receiving many spurious indications on our console. The object was apparently sending some kind of signals into each missile. Not every missile got checked [out] by the object, but there were several that did. Maybe six, seven, or eight. Maybe all ten got checked, but I don’t think so. As this thing was passing over each missile site, we would start getting erratic indications on that particular missile. After a few seconds, everything reset back to normal. But then the next missile showed spurious indicators, so the object had apparently moved on to that one, and did the same thing to it. Then on to the next one, and so on. It was as if the object was scanning each missile, one by one. The Inner Security and Outer Security [alarms were triggered] but we got those all the time, for one reason or another. However, on this particular night, we had to activate the ‘Inhibit’ switch because we got ‘Launch in Progress’ indicators! After a few minutes, the UFO passed to the northwest of us and all indicators reset to normal.”

I wanted to be certain about what I had just been told. I asked Schuur, “So, if you get a Launch in Progress indicator, does that mean the launch sequence has been triggered—that the missile is preparing to launch?” Schuur replied, “That means the missile has received a launch signal. When that happens, we get an indication in the capsule that a launch command has been received by that missile. If that happens, without proper authority, you flip what’s called an “Inhibit” switch, to delay the launch for a given period of time. If an Inhibit command comes in from another launch capsule, that shuts down the launch totally. But if that second command doesn’t come in, the missile will wait for a specified period of time and then launch automatically at the end of that expired period—theoretically. Of course, that night, we had all kinds of other indicators coming on from each missile so, in that situation, the launch probably would have aborted itself. I honestly don’t know.”

I asked Schuur if the Launch in Progress indicator had ever been triggered on any other occasion, either before or after the UFO incident, while he was on alert duty. He replied, “No, never.”

I asked Schuur if he had heard about missile maintenance teams having to replace components or whole systems in the affected missiles—the ones that generated the spurious readings. He replied, “No, if that happened, I never heard about it.”

Schuur said, “Upon returning to the base the next day, my commander and I were met by the operations officer. He just said, ‘Nothing happened, nothing to discuss, goodbye.’ Our logs and tapes were turned in. Every capsule had a 24-hour tape that, as I recall, recorded the communications that went over the PAS system, so all the reports would have been on that tape. But we were essentially told that nothing had happened that night and to discuss it no further. It was a non-event. We were never debriefed, by OSI or anyone else. We just went home. Most of the returning missile crews drove back to the base from their facilities, so they all arrived at different times. There was no group debriefing that I know of. I never heard another thing about the incident.”

I asked Schuur, “I know that you were given no feedback from your superiors, but what is your personal assessment of the event?” He replied, “Oh, I think something was up there, uh, scanning the missiles, seeing what was going on. Some kind of a scanning process.” I asked Schuur whether he thought the launch activation had been incidental or deliberate. He seemed surprised by my question and said, “I think that the scanning just set it off. It set all kinds of things off, we were getting all sorts of indicators. There were some kind of signals being sent [from the UFO] to the missile that inadvertently triggered the launch activation, but I don’t think it was deliberate. I hope not! That would have been—.” Schuur didn’t finish this sentence. His voice broke and he heaved a deep sigh. Apparently, the thought that those aboard the UFO might have deliberately attempted to launch his nuclear missiles that night had caused him to pause—and probably shudder—over 40 years later.

I obviously accept Schuur’s report as credible, but am of course attempting to locate other former members of his squadron who are willing to corroborate it. As Schuur candidly admitted, after reading my first article in the September 2002 AAFM newsletter, he waited some five years before approaching me. It was only after my second published request for information from former/retired USAF missileers, that he decided to unburden himself. This hesitant response is not atypical. Many of my former missile launch officer sources have not readily or easily divulged their UFO experiences to me, for one reason or another.

Importantly, to my knowledge, Schuur’s testimony represents the only credible report on record of a UFO temporarily activating a U.S. nuclear missile. However, there is one other reliable report of such an activation—in the Soviet Union. That incident will be discussed at length in a later chapter.

Minuteman ICBM Was Launched By UFO Claims Former Crewmember