The Subversion of the Royalists


By Steve Erdmann

 (Copyright, 2016, Steve Erdmann – All Rights Reserved)
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Part I

“Thomas Jefferson laid out in an 1816 letter to Samuel Kercheval ‘…a totally ‘free’ market, where corporations reign supreme just like the oppressive government of old, could transform America ‘until the bulk of the society is reduced to be mere automations of misery, to have no sensibilities left but for sinning and suffering.   Then begins, indeed, the bellum omnium in Omnia, which some philosophers observing to be so general in this world, have mistaken it for the natural, instead of the abusive state of man.’”   (p. 63, The Crash of 2016.)

(The Crash of 2016: The Plot to Destroy America – and What We Can Do to Stop It, Thom Hartmann, Hachette Book Group, 237 Park Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10017, 2013, 291 pages)

Thom Hartmann, no stranger to writing on the “abusive states of man,” takes us on a trek of those “stages” where “in the real world, humans must confront both nature and other humans”  (p. 63).


Hartmann takes us on a trek through the formative years of the American Revolution and how the colonists conducted what could be termed “corporate vandalism” (which included the famous Boston Tea Party) against Britain and against political factions such as John Adams’ Federalists and Congressional Acts and the Alien and Sedition Act to lock up political dissenters that were called “the rabble”—Hartmann, comparing a faction known as The Royalists, speaks of a 1786 letter in which Thomas Jefferson gave “his most explicit warning about this threat from plutocracy within, and advocating unwavering vigilance against it.”

Hartmann gives multiple examples of how The Royalists (in the form of the East India Company, the North and South expansion in the American Civil War, the crash of 1893, others) exploded and grew.  Hartmann quotes President Grover Cleveland in 1888:

“Corporations, which should be carefully restrained creatures of the law and the servants of the people, are fast becoming the peoples’ masters.”

In 1907, Teddy Roosevelt passed the Tillman Act which banned corporate contributions in political elections, which was quickly countered by two dark eras of economic Royalist Rule by “Corporate behemoths” which resulted in a Gilded Age after the Great Crash of 1857 and the Civil War.

Hartmann explains the stages in which economic “bubbles” arise and how they interact with war, market crashes, the Economic Royalists, and the Great Forgettings.  Teddy Roosevelt acknowledged what had been referred to as the “Robber Baron Economic Royalists.”   President Franklin Roosevelt said in 1936:

“Here in America we are waging a great and successful war.  It is a war for the survival of democracy.   We are fighting to save a precious form of government for ourselves and for the world.”


Gerald MacGuire and General Smedley Butler spoke of a “Business Plot” to oust FDR to maintain Royalist Rule.  In testimony before the house Un-American Activities Committee, co-conspirators were named, ranging from the Rockefellers, the Mellons, the Morgons, the DuPonts, and the Remingtons.

“In the 1960s, a solid middle class had emerged,” says Hartmann, “the Royalists were horrified.  The conservative intellectual base, such as Russell Kirk and W. F. Buckley, genuinely feared that if a middle class grew large enough___and politically and economically powerful enough___it would inevitably lead to social chaos.”   (p. 29)


Lewis F. Powell, Jr., as a Supreme Court Justice, wrote a Declaration of War “memo” on behalf of the Economic Royalists against both democracy and, what they judged to be an overgrown middle-class.  The “confidential” Powell Memo, urging the courts to be used as a “social, economic, and political instrument,” aimed at the Chamber of Commerce and other Royalist-controlled-so-called ‘free market’ systems, and the instilling of “pro-plutocratic perspectives.”

The Economic-Royalists continued in spades in the Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, and Bush family’s assorted Presidencies and associations.   FDR proposed a Second Bill of Rights (which included eight “Rights.”   One of which said there should be “the Right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident and unemployment”), but it never came to fruition.

The Wagner Act of 1935 guaranteed Americans the right to form a union and bargain collectively with their corporate employers.  These new protections allowed the middle-class to thrive. Unfortunately, at times, “even attempting to unionize in the workplace,” says Hartmann, “would get you fired, at best.   At worst, it could get you killed.”   (p. 70)


In 1981, the national debt was a bit under $1 trillion; Ronald Reagan tripled the debt to about $3 trillion: more than any single president before him and one of his stated, biggest regrets.   President George H. W. Bush added a trillion dollars more. George W. Bush added more than $6 Trillion to date, and nearly $16 trillion has been added to the actual debt. Most politicians promised to lower deficits and reduce the national debt.

“This could be written off as run-of-the-mill political-flip-flopping and pandering,” says Hartmann, “but it’s not.  There’s a cunning political strategy behind it.”

Hartmann describes economist Jude Wanniski as a “Republican strategist/faux” in which Wanniski patterned the “Two-Santa Claus Theory”:   Democrats concentrating on ‘gifts’ such as Social Security and Medicare, and the Republicans centered on “massive tax cuts.”

It was a double-edged sword, in which Republicans would Santa Claus their way into tax cuts and eventually force the Democrats to reverse roles, “play Scrooge, and eventually shoot Santa Claus.”

(Jude Wanniski: “Taxes and a two-Santa Theory,” National Observer, March 6, 1976 [http://capitalgainandgames/blog/bruce-bartlett/1701/jude-wanniski-taxes-and-two-santa-theory].)


In the matrix of the ideologues, it was Democrat President Bill Clinton, besieged by Royalist Robert Rubin (Goldman Sachs) and Alan Greenspan (Federal Reserve), who signed in the Personal Responsibility and Work Opportunity Reconciliation Act of 1996 (upholding the fraudulent myth of the ‘Welfare Queens’), and disregarded Ross Perot and allowed America to grow from a modest $15 billion deficit in 1981 to an enormous $539 billion in 2012.

“A Democrat just elected to the Presidency made no difference to the shadow government of lobbyist, corporate-funded think tanks and political fund-raiser,” says Hartmann. “Clinton chose political expediency.   He chose to carry the Royalist agenda forward.”

Clinton signed the free-trade death warrant for the middle class.  The Democrats turned into Eisenhower Republicans, as the Republicans turned into something completely different: they stepped up their assault, they culled a no Leisure Society; instead, just a “cataclysmic crash.”


Hartmann quotes economist John Kenneth Galbraith about the on-going psychopathic “madness”:   “The sense of responsibility in the financial community for the community as a whole…is nearly nil. Perhaps this is inherent…in a community where the primary concern is making money, one of the necessary rules is to live and let live…to speak out against madness may be ruin those who have succumbed to it.”

Hartmann quotes journalist Chris Hodges who described such modern-day oligopolies as Worldwide Royalists:   “It’s similar to the age of the Robber Barons but in fact worse because there is no loyalty to the nation-state.  The corporations are actually hollowing the country out from the inside…we’re creating a kind of neofeudalism” (p. 98)

Hartmann speaks about the tentacles of this worldwide, growing control and the looting of America by Global Psychopaths:

“American transnational corporations have historically cavorted with nations whose interests were similarly opposed to the United States – morally, at least.”

In Jeff Bercovici’s article for Forbes (“Why (some) Psychopaths Make Great CEOs,” June 14, 2011), Jon Ronson is quoted on millionaire psychopaths:

“The way that capitalism is structures really is a physical manifestation of the brain anomaly known as psychopathy.”


(In the following continuation, Thom Hartmann continues to delve into the fatalistic madness of our politicians and economists who mask themselves behind hidden agendas.  We also explore what Hartmann’s critics say and how he defends his beliefs).


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Part I I

In Part I of our review of Thom Hartmann’s book, The Crash of 2016: The Plot to Destroy America, I outlined the American historical scene and the present-day character of the “Royalists” who Hartmann says are working to over-throw America.   In Part II, I continue to review his expose’ and also speak about his critics and some further information.

(The Crash of 2016: The Plot to Destroy America – and What We Can Do to Stop It, Thom Hartmann, Hachette Book Group, 237 Park Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10017, 2013, 291 pages, $28.00.)

“Just replace the kerosene and torches with less-lethal rubber bullets and pepper spray, and this sounds like a story from 2011, when the Occupy Movement flared up and began setting up tents in public parks all around the nation, from New York City to Chicago to Seattle.   But it actually happened exactly eighty years nearly earlier, when the nation was drowning in President Hoover’s Great Depression, and not President Bush’s Great Recession…We do know that no matter how bad things get during the Crash of 2016, organized people will always find one or another and begin building the movements necessary to take on the Economic Royalists.   It happened in the 1930s, and it will happen again following the Crash of 2016.   We must rely on them.” (pp. 206, 207, The Crash of 2016.)   (It is not a concrete prediction that a crash will definitely happen in 2016, but Hartmann warns that it will be soon, as do many other economists—SE.)


The relentless drive for the deregulation continued, following the dictates of the Powell Memo.   Kenneth Lay of Enron wanted badly to run a division of his own company as a bank and to gamble on energy derivatives, without any regulatory oversight.   Wendy Gramm (Office of Management and Budget’s Office of Information and Regulatory Affairs [OZRA] and the Commodity Futures Trading Commission) worked for Enron. Gramm, along with her husband Senator Phil Gramm, rushed for the Commodity Futures Modernization Act, the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act, and the elimination of the 1935 Glass-Steagall Act, which Bill Clinton signed into law.

“The Madness had returned.”

Hartmann says this was a weird world of exotic financial instruments built upon “credit default swaps” and “collateralized debt obligation.”   Under George W. Bush as President, the psychopathic banksters ran wild, creating out of “thin air” over $800 trillion worth of unregulated derivatives: more than ten times the annual GDP of the entire planet.

Hartmann quotes economist Steve Keen (Debunking Economics):

“It’s the structure of finance itself.  There’s inherent instability in a capitalist system,” selling and creating as much debt as possible. Royalist banksters: “force-fed” the nation more and more debt.  Debt financing went from 10 percent of GDP in the 1920s to 20 percent of GDP up to the year 2008.

Not only “mega-banks” (Goldman Sachs) were involved but also “mega-insurance” corporations (AIG), both “too big to fail” and “drenched in systemic risk.”


Royalists, through a series of legal and political gyrations—such as pleadings in the South Clara County verses Southern Pacific Railroad Supreme Court case—pressed for recognition of corporations as “persons” having Fourteenth Amendment Rights, and eventually guaranteed them 1st Amendment Rights, allowing them hundreds of millions of dollars in campaign advertising and protections of “speech,” but as a means to “politically destroy” any opponent.  These maneuverings, says Hartmann, “blew open the doors to a corporate takeover of American politics, the corrosive influence of corporations’ having ‘rights’ was already evident.   Now these ‘unequal consequences’ have been put on steroids.”

Despite the large, unfriendly consensus of the public in 2008 that the multiple billion dollar “bailout” should not have been given to the predatory corporations, “steadily – and stealthily,” Goldman Sachs and other banking elite were “carrying out a global coup d’tat.”

A portion of the book travels through names, descriptions and profiles of entities that have contributed to the present global “crisis.”   Hartmann, however, ends with several possible solutions that may give hope to citizens.

Hartmann talks about “cooperatives”—companies that are owned by employees directly bringing $500 billion in revenue to about 42 million people.   He speaks about the world “after the crash.”   He warns:

“…be very careful that, in doing so, you don’t hand your generation of Economic Royalists another tool they can use to one again rise up like lords and kings to take control.”


Hartmann also warns: “In just over three decades, the Royalists have crept in to power, destroyed the fundamentals that supported a strong middle class, allowed Wall Street and corporate psychopaths to devour working people and transform the economy into a massive get-rich-quick scheme, and nearly crashed everything, only to rise again and promise to do the same thing all over again…this is the cancer stage of capitalism…this is where we are today.” (pp. 175-176)

Hartmann says elsewhere:   “Meanwhile, large corporations, wealthy people, and banks are all making money simply playing with money.  This ‘financialization’ of our economy is driving us to the edge of a massive crash.   Policymakers, from the Fed to the IMF to the BIS to the US Congress and the White House should all be looking back at the lessons of the 1930s – because we’re about to learn them all over again.”

( July 3, 2014, 8:38 a.m.)

Hartmann believes the solution lies in the hands of people who know the possibility of a stable world at peace, and are willing to sacrifice and work and put themselves on the front lines of history to build a better world.”  (p. 272)

“History – and the examples of Germany and Scandinavia – show us that high levels of unionization,” says Hartmann, “trade and taxation policies that favor the working class over the rich, and heavy regulation of the banking and speculative industries will build a strong and healthy working and middle-class, and thus a strong and healthy economy.  Instead, the United States and much of the EU still cling to Thatchernomics and Reaganomics, and the result is the continuing decline of both economies.”



Several questions have circled Hartmann’s previous associations (   Erdmann has even raised such questions about his possible associations with the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) in regards to his co-authoring a book that clearly attempts to point away from the CIA and to the mafia as the culprits of the Kennedy assassination (The Mafia and the Government: Two Sides of The Same Coin, UFO DIGEST, and May, 2016).

One can only scratch their head at this point, as Hartmann’s book is decidedly a Left wing, Progressive  diatribe against the established and coercive ‘ruling class’ which is about to bring down the walls of stability upon us.

The structure of the CIA has been traditionally to the Right Wing and the defense of the ruling class.   What could be an explanation for such a political Condondrum? The possibilities to consider are that the CIA works with all fronts and sources, liberal or conservative (especially world-travelers such as Hartmann); and  that Hartmann has had a change of heart as to the over-powering CIA grasp and does not see the CIA as the primary culprit in our present dilemma. Other researchers, such as James DiEugenio and Hugh Manatee Wins, felt Hartmann’s interest and sympathy for the CIA has been far too friendly (even though CIA personnel, going against critics viewpoints, see themselves as protectors of our democracy): would they go so far as to speak out against (through Hartmann) “the Royalist Ruling Elite”?


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Murray N. Rothbard of the Mises Institute said in his book Left and Right: A Journal of Libertarian Thought, that the CIA as working through both political wings, Left or Right, depending on their inner needs; we quote at length and in its entirety:

“Such, then, is the face of Liberalism nakedly revealed for all to see.   Here are men—and youths—willing, just as the Egg of Head was depicted in Barbara Garson’s brilliant MacBird, to accept any conditions in exchange for working within the corridors of Power.   Here are men whining in terms of liberal rhetoric about the open society while they accept covert handouts and domination from America’s hired gang of patriotic thugs.   And, when found out, worried about their ‘image’ and ‘credibility’ and about the poor ‘liberal’ wing of the CIA!  Sheldon Sachs, president of the student government at the City College of New York, expressed not only the Liberal creed but the larger American Credo as well; in commenting on the affair he called it ‘grossly exaggerated’: ‘The funds have to come from somewhere.’  Yes, don’t they?
“Also illuminating is the revelation of the role of supposedly private and independent and charitable tax-exempt foundations in serving as covert conduits for CIA money.   This sort of thing needs extensive investigation; part of it was revealed a few years ago in the pioneering work The Invisible Government, by David Wise and Thomas Ross, but obviously this was only the beginning of study of the problem.

“Above all, let us carry away from this affair the insight that, to put it baldly and bluntly, Liberalism is, in essence, a front for the CIA!”



Hartmann has never admitted that his CIA association blemished his private writings.  Only time will tell if his book is truly ‘biting the hand that feeds him’ or are his ‘inner feelings speaking for his conscience’?    Maybe honest, human error can explain some of this.   Or, even, that there are those within the CIA and government that still uphold the Constitution and are truly concerned for our welfare.


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UFO Digest & The UFO Spotlight are proud to announce the publication of Chris Holly’s long awaited book on the occult and paranormal experiences of ordinary people “like you and me.”  For many years, Chris Holly has been one of our most prolific writers as well as one of our most popular contributors to UFO digest in the field of UFOlogy, ghosts and paranormal encounters of all kinds. 


“Journey with the Unknown by People Like You and Me” is highly recommended, but best read before bedtime
Chris Holly is one of those remarkable authors who makes readers feel as though they have been invited into her home for a cup of coffee or tea.  After a bit, when everyone is comfortable,  Chris begins in more serious tones to ask:
“Do you believe in ghosts?”
or …
“Have you ever seen a UFO?”
“Did I ever tell you about the time there was a monster waiting in our house to do me ill?
Even the policemen we called were frightened by this strange creature. And no one knows what it was!”
And now, from that point on, you are hooked.  You aren’t going to move until she finishes the story.  So it is with her new book “Journeys With the Unknown by People Like You and Me,”a book of chilling accounts with ghosts, UFOs, Alien Abductors, Bigfoot, Vampires, Past Lives, Strange Creatures from out of someone’s Nightmares, and Psychic Sensitives—all of which happened to “people like you and me.”
A word of advice:
Sherry and I have been investigating haunted houses and haunted people, conducting exorcisms when demonic activity so warranted, and encountering UFO intelligences across the USA and overseas for decades, but the inexperienced may find some of Ms. Holly’s accounts more than a little unsettling.  Be forewarned: This book is not bedtime reading—or you will be awake the rest of the night jumping at shadows.
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Chris Holly is a long time veteran journalist in the paranormal realms of the internet.  Both her personal perspective and her passion for capturing authentic stories that involve real people, have distinguished her from the standard “woo woo” fare of blogs and YouTube channels.  The stories she presents mix urban legend, disturbing event, with a wry wit and a twist of psychological “whodunit”. Her voice is one of both the curious observer and involved participant, mixing empathy with a distanced reasoning facility.
These stories are “real”—not because we can prove them—but because they spring from the collective mirror reality that merges “fiction” with hardcore life experiences.
Chris chronicles the events, small and large, that go unnoticed by the average person. These temporal synchronicities we call the “paranormal” are reflections of the human psyche—“snapshots” of the collective dream we call life. Many of the experiencers you will meet in these books are “normal”, stable, everyday people who stepped into the dark zone of a life unbidden.  Chris, as always, focuses on the HUMAN aspect: the part of us that both rejects and embraces the fantastic; and in doing so, she invites us into another world, where we can choose to become magnificent creatures of light and spirit, or merge into the shadowlands of the horrifying.
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Since 2009, Randy has explored the fringes of science, technology, the paranormal and human experience under the operative:
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What Lurks Behind the Closet Door!

This story I know is true as it happened to me.  I was living on Manistee Lane located in East Islip, New York and the year was 1967.

I was 16 years old and had my junior driver’s license, which at that time meant I could drive until dark where I lived in New York.

It was summer and life was happy and fun.  Now being able to drive, even if only up until dark, gave me a new freedom and allowed me to enter the world ‘hanging out’ with the older teens who could drive at night!

At least, my friends and I could sit and sip a coke in Mc Donald’s parking lot until about 9 p.m. or dusk before having to return home.

On a typical evening, my friends and I would hang out at the McDonald’s hamburger place in town in my car until dark and it was time to bring my car home.

As dusk approached we would try to find an 18-year-old, with a senior license who could drive at night, willing to follow us home.  If we were lucky we could talk an older teen into following us home and agree to take us back to the teen hangout so we could continue being part of the crowd.

Most nights, however, we simply ended up bringing home the car before dark and our hanging out at McDonald’s parking lot would be over for the evening. Anyone caught driving with a junior license after nightfall would lose his or her driving rights altogether so we were careful about being home on time.

Consequently, the hours between 7 o’clock and 9 o’clock became critically important each evening. If we did not have our ‘after nine’ pals lined up by then, we were home for the night by nightfall.

The night of the incident was a Saturday night in the summer of 1967.  My parents were off visiting my grandparents.  I was allowed to drive my mother’s convertible with my pals until nightfall.  I was to return the car to our house by 9 p.m. – or else.

I was out with my two friends, Sally, and Sara.  We were hanging out with all the other teens in town at McDonald’s.

My friend Sally’s older brother said depending on what was going that night he might pick us up at my house at 10 o’clock that night so we could continue hanging out -after I had taken my mom’s car home.

He agreed to take us for pizza in town. It was a big deal to us at the time as my friend’s brother was a 20-year-old.  Being seen at the pizza place with him was a feather in our 16-year-old caps.

The time came for us to take the car home so we headed to my house to meet Sally’s brother.  I drove the car home and parked it in the driveway in front of the house.  We all rushed to my front door as a few hours of cola-drinking at McDonald’s left us all in urgent need of the bathroom.

The three of us ran to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and laughed as we yelled at each other to hurry up and swore off all additional cola-drinking during future McDonald’s visits.  I was last in line and rushed into the bathroom as my two friends stood brushing their hair in the mirror in the vanity area of the bathroom while I used the water closet.

When I returned back to the vanity area where my two friends were standing, Sally turned completely white and said to Sara and me:

“I have a horrid feeling–we are not alone in the house. I think I heard something.”

We all froze and listened. I thought I heard a sort of bump too. I said;

“Let’s get out of here!”

The three of us blasted through the bathroom doorway, down the hallway, and out the front door.  I slammed the door and locked it.  Luckily, I had placed my keys into my pocket but I left my pocketbook inside the house.

We ran to the car and I backed it into the street.  We quickly closed the convertible top and locked all the car doors.  We were all in the front seat.  We sat there terrified.  I could feel my heart pounding with a fear I knew was real and warranted.

After a few minutes, we thought maybe we were just suffering from ‘The boogie-man” syndrome.

I thought I should, at least, go back inside and get my pocketbook.  Then I could call my parents and have my license and money with me as well.  I was getting out of the car to go back to the house when something caught my eye.

As I stepped outside of the car, I thought I saw the front porch light flicker.  My friend Sara stood beside me in the street as we looked up at the house.

We watched then as the light over the front door turned on and off again and again.  I felt a fear I had never before known.  Somebody was definitely inside the house and playing with us as well.

We jumped back into the car and locked the doors again.  I started the car so we could go call the police and my parents.  As I turned the ignition key with my trembling hand, I continued to watch this person inside my house continuing to flicker and light up all the lights in the living room.

As we pulled away, my friend Sally said:

“Oh God, he is in your room! He turned on your light!”

I felt sick and angry all at once, knowing as I drove for help that someone was in my home, intentionally toying with us.  We reached the end of my street just as my friend’s brother turned the corner on his way to pick us up.  I blew the horn and told him to pull over.  We all started screaming at once.

He had brought two of his football pals with him so we all decided to return to the house for one more look.

We both parked in the street and everyone watched as lights inside the house kept switching on and off every few seconds — first the kitchen, then the den, and then over to the living room.  The front porch light was apparently turned on and off every time this intruder passed the switch inside.

The boys watched this taking place and clearly felt the same fear we did.  My friend’s brother decided we needed to call the police.  He sent one of his friends in his car to call for help.  The rest of us stayed locked in my mother’s car — the three of us girls, Sally’s brother, and Sally’s brother’s friend.

We sat there for what seemed an awfully long time but in truth, it was only a few minutes.  I was very fearful this person in my house would leave before the police arrived.

We sat anxiously as the seconds ticked away and occupied ourselves by watching lights turning on — and now staying on — throughout the house.  Soon the house looked like a barn fire on a dark beach as every light appeared to be on — including outside floodlights and driveway spotlights.  We sat silently watching.

Suddenly from deep inside the house came this animal-like, wild growling scream.  I will never forget this non-human screaming until the day I die.  Whatever was in my house seemed to be howling in anger.

As this thing screamed it must have been pounding on the backside of the front door or a front wall.  The house echoed this wild animal-like screaming and muffled banging with such force I began to shake and cry.  My friend’s brother touched my shoulder from the back seat with his hand and said:

“We need to leave.  This is way too much for us to handle.”

I was shaking so much I could barely place the car into gear.  We started down the road but had rolled only a few yards when our friend returned with a police car following right behind him.

Coincidentally, my parents were turning the corner right behind the police car.  I stopped my car and waited until the policeman was standing just outside my car door.  I rolled down the window and then we all started to tell him at once what was happening.  The policeman looked up at the house to see the last of the light changes occurring.

As the policeman stood looking at the house the creature inside let out one last howling scream.  The policeman reached for his side arm and whispered:

“Mother of God!”

My parents ran to the side of our car and the policeman asked my father for the keys to the house.  He then withdrew his gun, called for backup and started up the driveway toward the front door.

Before the policeman unlocked the front door, another policeman arrived.  He ran to the front door to aid the first policeman and they entered the house together.

We all stood outside watching as the policemen made their way through our house.  It seemed as if a very long time passed maybe ten to fifteen minutes — then one of the policemen called my father to the house.

Again they seemed to be searching the house, this time, all three of them.

My dad eventually returned to the rest of us, still standing by the cars, and told my friend’s brother to take all the kids directly home and to lock his car doors and not stop for anyone or anything.

As my friends drove away, my dad told my mother and me to get back into the car.  He got into the car with us and quickly locked all the doors.

He then told my mother and me the policemen discovered the back door had been ripped open.  He said the person who broke in had taken some of our clothing and makeup and threw it around the house.  My dad then looked at my mother in a way that told me there was something more he was not saying.

By this time, there were many police cars around the neighborhood.  I saw two policemen with a dog searching the neighbors’ yard closest to our house.  My friend Kim lived there with her family. We sat in the locked car for a long time.  Both of my parents were upset and I was scared to death.

Finally, a policeman appeared at our front door and motioned for my father to come back inside the house.  My dad left us locked inside the car and did as the policeman directed.

My father talked with the policemen for a few minutes and then motioned for my mother and me to come inside the house as well.

When my mother and I walked into the house, one policeman and my dad took my mother by the arm to show her something down the hallway while another policeman tried to distract me in the living room.

I wanted to stay with my parents and I started to walk toward the bedroom area where they had gone when my mom let out a horrible scream and burst into tears.  I took off in a full run to where my parents were standing.

They were in my bedroom.  I walked into the bedroom to find my parents looking behind my open closet door.  The policeman was looking behind the door as well.  I leaned forward and pushed the closet door closed in order to see what they were looking at behind it.

On my bedroom floor, no longer hidden by the closet door, sat a little wooden chair my dad normally kept in his office located behind our garage.

Draped over the chair, as if someone had been sitting there holding it in his hand, was a long piece of brand new rope. It looked as if someone had just let it slip from his hands as he stood up to leave.

On the floor beside the chair were a long sharp carving knife from the kitchen and some matches.  My makeup had been used to paint strange marks and symbols on my bedroom wall.  My nightgown was torn and thrown into the wastebasket next to my desk.

On my bed was an outline where something had laid on it and left an imprint.  Across my headboard on the wall were long claw marks where something had torn into the wall.

I also noticed a putrid order lingering in the house.  I took it all in despite my paralyzing terror and then I looked one more time at the little chair and rope no longer hidden by the closet door.

I ran to the bathroom and vomited.  My mom, crying, came in after me.  I knew I had missed losing my life that night by the mere luck of my friends needing to use the bathroom.  If I had entered the house alone, my life surely would have been taken.  The question was, by who or by what?

It was a big deal that night.  The police stayed with us for hours.  They did not pretend the incident was just a robbery or some silly kid staging a prank.  I knew clearly, as they did, that I had barely escaped a cruel and untimely death.

The Police searched the area for hours that night.  They scanned the house for fingerprints and took great care in recording the details of all we had seen and heard.

The police talked to my dad before leaving and told him they knew of another incident in the area with similar details.

A woman had been lured into her basement by the unexpected sound of her washer and dryer running.  She also heard the horrid screams of this vile intruder and ran for help.  It was not the first time they had to deal with this, and we could tell the police were both concerned and frightened.

I slept on the floor in my parents’ bedroom that night.  In fact, I slept on their bedroom floor until my dad fitted all the windows and doors of the house with either heavy-duty locks or steel bars.  I refused to go outside by myself or drive anywhere in the car alone.  I was terrified.

Weeks passed and life started to return to normal.  My older brother had returned home after serving in the military and was back living in the house and I was beginning to feel more at ease.

One night as my family and I sat around the kitchen table eating dinner the phone rang.  My father answered it.  It was the neighbors next door.  They asked my father to come over as they needed to speak with him.

My mother, brother and I were still sitting at the kitchen table when my father finally came back.  I could tell by one look at my Dad’s face something once again was terribly wrong.

My father sat down and told us that our neighbor’s daughter, who was my friend, Kim had been sitting in the families den watching TV.

She was home with her mother and little brother.  She was sitting on the couch beneath which was under the window when something from outside the house grabbed the window — frame and all — and ripped it right out of the side of the house.

I could not understand what he was telling me.  I asked my father what he was talking about.

He repeated — someone or something with incredible strength grabbed the window frame and ripped the entire thing out of the wall of the house.

Kim jumped up screaming as an arm swatted for her from outside the window shell.  Kim claimed she felt what seemed like a claw skim across her neck as she jumped off of the couch.

Her mother heard all the noise from another room.  She grabbed her husband’s loaded rifle and ran into the den where she saw the window ripped out of the wall and this arm reaching for Kim.

By this time Kim was on the other side of the room screaming.  Her mother took aim and fired at the space where the window had been. She could not tell whether she hit it.  Whatever it was ran away when she fired the gun.

Once again the police searched the area.  Dogs were used.  Police cars covered the streets.  Once again this creature escaped.

I remained terrified the rest of that summer.  I refused to leave the house without another family member accompanying me.  I refused to drive alone in my car.

I never stayed home alone and progressed only as far as sleeping in my bedroom with the door open – provided my brother or my parents kept their bedroom door open as well.

I went away to school the following year. I would never again spend time alone in that house.  If my family went away, I would go out too and stay out until they returned.  I never again felt safe in that house again.

As far as I know, whatever entered our house that summer night was never caught or identified.  I do know he or ‘it’ intended to tie me up and hurt me.  I do know he or it had little or no fear and enjoyed terrifying us that night.  I also know he or ‘it’ was a beast and far from human given its loud haunting screams and incredible physical strength.

I will always believe the monster that ripped the window and frame out of Kim’s wall was the same monster that intended and tried to kill me.

I am thankful I ran out of the house that night and was not home alone,

I am grateful that my friends were there with me to help me think things through.  Sometimes our fate is just a quick decision we make without thinking it through.  I am glad I listened to my friends and ran out of the house when I did, and did not go back into the house or try to handle the situation alone.

That night fate gave me a helping hand.  Many a day since I have pondered how lucky I was to survive that horrifying event.  It haunts me still as I continue to wonder what type of creature I could have faced alone that night.

We all often wonder where did it come from?  And where did it go?  I often think about this experience as one of the greatest mysteries of my life.

It just goes to show one never knows what lurks behind the closet door!







Sunday, July 3, 2016
Steven Gaal Explains


Posted at The Education Forum

in rebuttal to Warren Commission defenders

Purchasing the Rifle

YES, ‘7.65 mm MAUSER’ HAS BEEN STAMPED on some Mausers!

It has long been held that a key piece of evidence in the guilt of Lee Oswald is documentation that he bought a Mannlicher-Carcano rifle and the .38 pistol. In his possessions was a found a receipt dated March 12, for the money order he allegedly used to purchase the rifle (no receipts were ever found for the pistol in his belongings). The purchase amount was $21.45. This was for one rifle with a four power scope, but no clip or bullets. The letter had a postmark of 10:30 AM. So, Oswald had a window of 8:30 AM to 10:30 AM to purchase the money order and mail it off.

One important fact to remember is Oswald’s post office box was authorized for his name only.  He ordered everything under his alias, A. Hidell. Any piece of mail coming to his box with the alias would be marked “addressee unknown, return to sender.”  Keep this in mind for as we shall see later, the box plays an important role in Oswald’s acquiring of the weapons.


Another hitch is that Oswald’s work records show he was employed that morning at Jaggars-Chiles-Stovell with no absences.  The nearest post office was 11 blocks away.  A long walk back and forth for a man with no car. Even more curious is the postmark date has zone 12 listed on it.  Zone 12 was roughly two miles away in downtown Dallas.  Since it was established that the money order was purchased in zone 3, who would buy a money order at one office and then travel two miles to another one to mail it?  Plus, Oswald didn’t have the time even if he had a friend to drive him there and back.

The order arrives at Klein’s Sporting Goods in Chicago the next morning and was sent via Airmail.  Very good for pre-FedEx days! Kline’s reportedly deposited the money order in its bank account on March 13. However, under closer inspection the money order is missing many of the bank routing stamps which would show its path through the banking system. Only the endorsement stamp of Klein’s is there; it’s missing the stamps from the First National Bank of Chicago, the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago, and finally, the Federal Postal Money Order Center in Kansas City.  None of those three routing stamps are on the back of the money order.  The stamps have to be there to show that each bank pays only once, if not you have a mess on your hands.

Other money orders that Oswald bought, such as the ones he used to pay off his State Dept. loan, all have these routing stamps.  So this is most unusual and never investigated by the Warren Commission, the FBI, or any other agency. It certainly gives weight to the idea that Oswald’s payment never made it through the banking system.

One problem with case and which is largely ignored, was in the spring of 1963 Klein’s only selling the 36” model of the Mannlicher-Carcano.  This is clearly shown in ads they had running in various sporting magazines.  The rifle found on the sixth floor near the sniper’s nest was a the 40” model.  Kline’s was not selling that model in March of 1963.

Adding to that, the FBI went through Klein’s microfilm records and found no sale of a Mannlicher-Carcano with a serial number of C2766 for March of 1963 or any month in that year.  They went back a year and never found one sold with that matching serial number in 1962 either.  It seems to have disappeared from the inventory.

However, there are several accounting records with the amount of $21.45 listed.  One entry is for March, 1963, but another for February 15th.  One is listed under the heading, “checks.”  But checks are a different type of financial instrument than a money order and should not be listed under that heading.

There is also a listing for “other banks” but what banks are those?  There is no serial numbers identified for the amount of $21.45.  It could be C2766 or somebody else’s order.  It should be noted that Klein’s went out of business in 1973 and it’s remaining financial records were destroyed.  Also, many accounting records on microfilm disappeared while in FBI custody (Armstrong, p.475).

What is known is Klein’s received a shipment of rifles (carton #3766) and Mannlicher-Carcano, C2766, in that shipment.  Also, it was stated by Louis Feldsott, President of Crescent Firearms (wholesaler) in a sworn affidavit to the Warren Commission that he found a record of a sale of a Mannlicher-Carcano, C2766 to Klein’s Sporting Goods, Inc., for June 18, 1962.

Affidavit of Louis Feldsott, President of Crescent Firearms.

June of 1962 is an important date.  It’s the same month Oswald, his wife and child, traveled back to the USA from the Soviet Union.  His DOD ID card expires that year (sidebar–his mother’s tax returns are sealed from 1956, ending in 1962.).  Apparently, one must conclude that somebody created false paperwork to connect Oswald to the rifle, from Klein’s Sporting Goods accounting to bogus money order missing it routing track.

Back of money order

(It should be noted the original money order was found in the National Archives by one of the employees there, Robert Jackson.  Jackson was never interviewed by the FBI in regards to how he found it.  How it made it there is unknown.  Oswald’s receipt was found in his personal possessions but that is suspect because of the all the difficulties already mentioned.)

The Controversy With Post Office Delivery

It’s been implied by some researchers, such as John Armstrong (Harvey and Lee) that Oswald’s P. O. Box was authorized for his name only and any mail arriving with another name, in this case his Hidell alias, would result in a return to sender.  This makes getting his gun shipment to him problematic to say the least.

The Warren Commission knew this and simply stated in the final report that, “It is not known whether the application for post office box 2915 listed ‘A. Hidell’ was a person entitled to receive mail at this box.”  They had the original application, published in evidence volume 19, page 286.  While it lists Lee Oswald as the applicant there is no authorization for mail under his name only.

There are other issues at play to further complicate this besides the mail box.  One of the postal regulations at the time required that anybody purchasing a firearm had to fill out and sign a 2162 form.  Not only the buyer but the seller as well.  This form was to be kept on file for four years.  This form was never found on either end, from buyer or shipper.  The FBI never requested it and Klein’s never volunteered a copy.  Dallas Postal Inspector Harry Holmes told the Warren Commission that it basically didn’t matter than Oswald could have received the rifle under his alias.

Interestingly, Holmes had been monitoring Oswald’s mail for up to a year since he was receiving subversive materials in the mail (i.e., FPCC and other communist literature) but couldn’t tell the Warren Commission that Oswald had received a package with a gun in it.  Why didn’t he know?  Oswald’s box was basically flagged.  Oddly, Holmes apparently never mentioned that Oswald would have to have filled out the aforementioned 2162 form if that were the case.

All indications are that Oswald did not pick up the rifle package at the Post Office in Dallas.  There is no paperwork to prove it and no witnesses to the fact.

The Smith & Wesson Pistol

If the weirdness with rifle is not enough, enter the .38 caliber pistol that Oswald allegedly used to kill Dallas police officer J. D. Tippet.  Sold from Seaport Traders, Oswald took order of a snub nosed Smith &Wesson .38. Before he could order it he would be required under Texas law to get a “certificate of good character” from either the Justice of the Peace or a District Court Judge.  This would be hard to do since he was ordering the pistol under his Alek Hidell alias.  Imagine applying for a certificate verifying your character using a phony name!  Apparently, he never did. The certificate would have to have been shown to the shipper before the firearm was released to the buyer.

Like the Mannlicher-Carcano, there is not a lot of solid documentary proof that Oswald bought the pistol.  There is one invoice (#70638) saying the gun was shipped COD via Railway Express Agency to a A. J. Hidell. This particular invoice is a copy–the original was never obtained by the FBI. It also states that it was shipped to his post office box address which of course can’t be done and was shipped to REA office for pick-up.  The FBI could have checked the bank records of both Seaport Traders and REA but never did.

When a shipment would arrive at REA it was common procedure to send a postcard alerting the buyer the gun had arrived.  Once again, since Oswald had a post office box authorized in his name only, he would never have seen the postcard.  It would have been marked “returned to sender” like his rifle should have been.  Researcher John Armstrong looked into this in great detail and found that a phone call would determine if an order arrived at REA.  No ID was required to show up and pay the COD charge and retrieve the package.  Anybody could have appeared at the office and paid for the pistol.

There are no receipts of any kind that were found in Oswald’s personal belongings.  No invoices, no postcard alerting the arrival of the shipment, no receipt for paying of COD charges…nothing.  Oswald obtained a leather holster and bullets for it but no receipts for any of those items either.


In Summary

Here are the major points covered:

•Post office box address only authorized for his name Lee Oswald. Anything sent with another name (as the rifle allegedly was) would be marked return to sender.

•Money Order not marked with proper routing stamps proving his path through the banking system.

•Work records at Jaggars-Chiles-Stovell show Oswald was employed at the time the MO was allegedly purchased and mailed.

•No finger prints found on the MO or the order coupon.

•MO eventually found in the National Archives in Washington, DC rather than the final resting place in Kansas City, MO.

•No 2162 form ever found from the buyer or the shipper.

•Oswald ordered the 36” model but apparently possessed the 40” model not for sale at Klein’s Sporting Goods at the time of sale.

•Klein’s financial records did not list a sale of a rifle with C2766 in March of 1963 but instead, June of 1962–when Oswald could not possibility have ordered it and spent part of that month out of the country.

•No “certificate of good character” acquired for use in receiving the .38 handgun.

•Both the rifle and pistol are different models than the ones he ordered.

How do we resolve all of this?  Evidently, somebody else bought the guns and fabricated a false paper trial linking it all to Oswald.  The missing routing stamps on the back of money order indicate that it was most likely never deposited in Klein’s bank account and even the VP of the company could not verify it was deposited.  Oswald’s work records show he never left work the morning of March 12 when he is supposed to have mailed the order to Klein’s for the rifle.  When means he couldn’t have done it.  In regards to the .38 revolver, that is even more murky and nearly undocumented.  Only one receipt is in existence and it is a copy.  Oswald himself may not have been aware of the set up that was going on behind his back.  If he did he never told a soul.  The guilty man has been framed once again.


Sources: Newman, John, Oswald and the CIA; Armstrong, John, Harvey and Lee; McKnight, Gerald, Breach of Trust; Warren Commission Report; Douglass, James, JFK and the Unspeakable; (Probe Magazine article archive); [slightly edited for spelling by JVB]

Edited by Steven Gaal

26 May 2015 



ME & LEE. 





He had been taken from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old.

His father, shot-gun in hand, and he had been climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and scrub.

They had hunted coyote there before,

and had used a coyote lure, a blow- into device that produced a sound that resembled a rabbit’s cry of pain; with their backs to the setting sun to blind the predator’s approach, they had shot and killed six, that evening.

But soon they had been prey and not predator.

A craft had appeared overhead.

It had appeared from nowhere, instantly.

It was blue like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then silver as though the color progression change of metal cooling.

Later, when his father had awoken, a shell had been discharged, missing from the chamber, but he had no memory of ever firing the gun.

The seven year old had been swept aloft into an overhead craft and examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings with large pear-shaped heads extended in the back.Alien Mind Scan
They had a thin torso, long arms with three long fingers, spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouth.

The large black eyes strangely had compelling power.

“You will not remember!”

But he had remembered..

He had felt pain unlike any ever imagined and he screamed

The large black-wet eyes had stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his head.

“This will not hurt.”, they had said.

But agony had suffused lines and channels throughout his body.

Terror, rage and pain had overcome him.

The creatures had been puzzled by his pain, saying,” You will not remember.”

When he was returned to the desert floor, some forty minutes later, his father  looked switched off, eyes glazed; saliva dribbled from the right corner of his mouth.

It was his sobbing, he had then believed that had awoken his father.

His father had told him that he had imagined and dreamed it.

“The Texas sun can give you heat stroke, make you see things”, he had said, holding the shaking boy close and placing a hand over his son’s forehead.

” Let’s find some shade.”

They had walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and had eaten bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard and had washed it down with canteen water.

During this, the child had held his father’s hand and  had not let go; while his father had chewed slowly watching his son in puzzlement, the child had stared upwards in fear.

When he was seventeen,  an abduction’s violence became mutual, one night  :


Photo taken over Scotland on September 20, 2011

*One night, a creepy psychic feeling had prevailed, and aware of them, and their approach, he had pretended to be asleep, had gone into deep, regular breathing, and had visualized a dream he would like to be in, but instead, he had waited.

‘The wallpaper on three walls had distorted and bulged and animal-like small snouts and pear-shaped grey heads, on small creatures had waggled in rapid fashion, back and forth.

They had seemed to melt out of his bedroom walls, had stood coldly  to surround him and his bed, one close by his side, two at the footboard, and another by the doorway.

He had jumped up and had grabbed the closest one to him around the neck, had clutched the feather-like being’s back to his own chest, pinioning him.

The creature had frantically struggled to hit him with a small hand-held rod-like device, but the pillows had

prevented the creature from reaching the teenager’s body with it.

In panic, the lightweight creature had squirmed and had thrashed in the boy’s tightening grip.

The others had in quick moves, like jumping spiders, scattered from the tight circle.

He had tightened his grip and had squeezed hard until

something brittle had snapped in the creature’s neck.

Suddenly the scene had changed; he had seen his whole family, brother, mother and father surgically eviscerated, but alive and in tears.

On a black floor under hospital lights, had been lungs, intestines, strewn amidst their gore,  and as they had laid there amidst their organs, they had pleaded with their eyes for him to save them.

The image had been so real that it had successfully worked to confuse, startle and distract him.

He had been convinced that real harm had come to his family and he had quickly loosened his grip.

His parents  had writhed in agony, butchered horribly in front of his eyes.

There had been a dank, musty smell that had then permeated the bedroom.

The creature in his arms, in self protection, in desperate panic to free itself,  had flashed the imagery into his mind, but he was sure he had killed one of them.Alien Mind Scan

They never came for him physically, after that night;  when he was safely deep within R.EM. sleep; they would tease away, vibrate out his astral energies/ soul, from his body, like chopmeat left behind in bed, in alien astral abductions, and he’d awaken with vivid screen memory “bad dreams”, feeling even more bereft, completely unable, in out of body abductions, to strike  back at his tormentors.

He once read that another abductee wrote:

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‘A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality’.

For me, the concept of, “sleep” and “dreams” have forever been altered.

To my mind, to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the motives and tactics of  the pilots of UFOs in our universe, is in itself, quite an amazing thing.

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to eight feet tall, scaled reptilian alien beings, with webbing between their claws, yellow/red cat-like eyes, rule the galaxy and command UFOs..

. These upright saurian ‘monitor lizards’, Mothmen, alien reptilians who look upon us, as we fancy veal, were the Gods of Nordic, Sumerian, Mayan, Greek myths and the ancient Hebrews of Old Testament Bible.

What have abductees gleaned about our being  alien food?

Small Greys, synthetic-job-beings with no digestive tract, bathe in a solution of human fluids, endocrines to absorb them as food through their skin.

And reptilians eat human babies and youngsters, a delicacy whose flesh isn’t yet inundated with drugs and chemicals.

Highly advanced Nazi type aliens have always relished us, on this preserve of theirs, that we call, “Earth”, and as ancient masqueraders of “God”, ordered

ancients to follow Biblical kosher laws,  fed them manna-, just as we feed corn to Omaha cattle and grains to snails to improve their culinary flavor.

The mystery of dietary commandments unfurls as

human  farming , from the beginnings of time,  as we animal ‘husband’  living creatures who we  later slaughter, and  eat.

What could be worse?

Rather than seen as a sentient race, we are

a simian crop, to Draco reptilians,  who revealed their punishing diabolical brilliance,  to insure that human “diet” , by an ancient  masquerade of a possessive , demanding, Biblical ‘God’.

‘The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form.’ an abductee wrote.

‘Knowing that the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind.’

‘Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality.’

It is essential to think  about what too many researchers have gleaned :

that we are stuck in an reptilian imposed matrix, a time-space created / tethered- play-pen, on their preserve for us, that we call, “Earth”.

One must  think of our world,  wrapped in a dream, for after a nightmare, one awakens to think, “It was only just a dream.”

And the world, is very much like that.

And he knew forever, by her words, that Earth is being invaded, one person at a time, and that abductees, are all alone, together..



Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual “shift”  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.

Unlearning fear is a step by step acceptance and assertion, of one’s spiritual ‘self’, a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one’s material physical self.

One’s longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.

For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.

From the stance of self-recognition as an eternal spirit, one can then insist on “one’s own space’ as spiritual fruition.

Avoid  church-based , organized religions and force yourself to put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy ;

God, is real, but He has always been down a long hall, and somewhere else..

*based, in part on a Gulf Breeze account, from the sixties.


Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had: a nonphysical soul.

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

Paul Schroeder

April 22, 2015



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By Bruce Maccabee, Phd. 

(Copyright 2016, Bruce Maccabee – All Rights Reserved)

<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>


This describes my experience with the NIGHTLINE TV show that occurred before the first “INDEPENDENCE DAY (ID4)”


During the late spring of 1996 many people were anticipating the early July opening of the blockbuster UFO “epic” film, INDEPENDENCE DAY .

It was during this time that I was contacted by the ABC Nightline show and asked to appear on a special documentary “SETI and UFO” show they planned to do in early July.

I was told that they had a video of “strange lights” obtained from a telescope in Hawaii which normally did classified research.  They wanted me to view and analyze the video “live” on camera. They would not let me see it first.

I disliked this requirement that I couldn’t view the video first because I suspected they were going to try to make me look like a fool (for claiming the lights were related to ET), but I did it anyway. Probably few people even recall this rather good documentary and fewer still recall the video of strange lights.

Robert Morningstar & Bruce Maccabee Nov 12-07 Washington DC.JPGRobert Morningstar & Dr. Bruce Maccabee at the National Press Club  with USAF Colonel Charles Halt (background left) at Leslie Kean’s Generals, Pilots, and Government Officials’ UFO Press Conference Washington, DC – Nov. 12, 2007

Nevertheless, because ABC News, in 2007, released this documentary (available from Amazon) I feel that I should “set the record straight” regarding the “UFO video.” To learn about the difficulties of this sort of research and to learn what “it” probably was, go to my web site. Note, by the way, that I reported to Nightline the final result of my research but Nightline never reported that to the television audience.

Gulf Breeze UFO 4

Gulf Breeze UFO – Polaroid photo by Ed Walter


The Nightline UFO Video:

No Longer a Question Mark

The spring of 1996 was characterized by, among other things, the “run up” to the opening of the “blockbuster” UFO movie, INDEPENDENCE DAY. It was in this context that I received a late June phone from Jay LaMonica, the producer of ABC’s “Nightline” show which was hosted by well-known newsman and commentator Ted Koppel. He called to tell me that he had a video of some strange lights that had been recorded by a special “GEODS” telescope system on Mt. Haleakala which is on the Island of Maui in Hawaii. He wondered if I would be willing to analyze it. He said there were three bright lights which crossed the field of view and that initially it was thought these were lights on an airplane, but then the people who first saw the video noticed that star images passed between the lights without blinking so they thought that perhaps it wasn’t a plane after all. Sometime, he didn’t say when, after the video was first seen in early December, 1993, someone, he wouldn’t say who, had passed along a copy of the unclassified video to ABC.

Jay went on to say that Nightline was going to do a show on UFOs and SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Life). (I immediately assumed that this was to be a “tie-in” with the opening of the movie.) He wondered if I would be willing to appear in the show. I said “sure” and “when can I see the video,” or words to that effect. He responded that I couldn’t see the video until the taping of my segment because he wanted to get my reaction to seeing the video for the first time. I was a bit irked at that because I knew he would be asking me to base a conclusion on “instantaneous analysis,” hardly a scientific way to approach the situation. Since I couldn’t see the video I asked him for as many details as he knew. He did not know much. He said it took several seconds for the lights to cross the field of view which he thought was about 2 degrees. He also said that the telescope was pointed at or near the horizon. I asked for the name of a person to call so I could learn more details, but he wouldn’t give me a name. I therefore asked him to recontact his source and find out everything he could about the telescope and where it was pointed.

We had some difficulty in setting up the exact date and time for the interview. In subsequent conversations, as we tried to specify the interview date, Jay told me that he had contacted someone involved with the project which took the video. He now believed that the field of view was probably 5 1/2 degrees rather than the originally mentioned value of 2 degrees, but he couldn’t be certain because there are several telescopes on Maui and he didn’t know which one had taken the video.

The big day came over a week later, on July 11, 1996. I arrived at the ABC studio in Washington. D.C. equipped with a ruler, a calculator and a pad of paper. Although I had only sparse information I was determined to do the best analysis I could under the circumstances. From what Jay had told me I knew I would be able to estimate the angular velocity and angular spacing of the lights. Knowledge of these angular quantities might allow me to reject, or at least set limits on, the various potential explanations.

As soon as the camera crew set up the TV monitor and video machine I began running the video over and over. Text at the beginning of the video stated that it was taken by a GEODS telescope during the year 1993 on day 335 at 032444Z (335th day of the year, December 1, at Greenwich Mean Time of 3:22:24 AM which corresponds to 5:22:24 PM, November 30 in Hawaii).

I determined that it took almost exactly 3 seconds for the lights to cross the FOV (assumed to be 5.5 deg), from left to right, in a straight line tilted slightly upward. This corresponded to an angular rate of 1.83 degrees/sec or 0.032 rad/sec. (Note: 1 degree = 0.0174 radians or 0.0174 rad. Multiply the angle in rad or the angular rate in rad/sec by the distance to get size or speed as measured perpendicular to the line of sight.) There were three lights, equally spaced and traveling in parallel with the central light a bit ahead of the lights above and below. I measured the length of the image of each bright light and found it corresponded to an angular size of about 0.005 rad while the angular spacing between the upper and lower lights was about 0.01 rad. Close to the central bright light were two much fainter lights, one above and one below. Hence there were a total of five lights (3 strong, 2 weak) traveling through the FOV of the telescope. If I had known the distance to the lights I could have calculated the actual size and velocity (perpendicular to the line of sight) from the measurements I had made. Unfortunately there was no way to determine the distance from the available information.

After watching the video several times and thinking about it I gained the distinct impression that if the information I had been given were correct (5.5 degree FOV; telescope pointed at or close to the horizon), then both the airplane and meteor hypotheses had problems. The images of the lights were spaced too far apart to be from an airplane near the horizon unless it was extremely close to the telescope and had a very large wingspan, but in this case it would also be traveling very slowly. On the other hand, if the images were meteors the angular speed was too low unless they were so far away that they might be outside the sensible atmosphere, in which case they wouldn’t glow.

Whether either of these potential explanations was correct, or if neither was, depended upon the actual angle of elevation of the telescope: was it pointed exactly at the horizon? Was it pointed 5 or 10 degrees or more above the horizon? Unfortunately I didn’t learn the answer to this important question until many weeks later.

Dr. Michael Guillen, the science correspondent for ABC TV, was the interviewer. The first thing I said to him after being introduced and well before the cameras were rolling, was “This is the worst investigation I have ever done.” I said that because I had never before made a public statement about a potential UFO case without first carrying out an investigation that at least included talking to the witnesses. (I realized that no one had actually seen the objects at the time of the taping since the video had been recorded automatically, but I knew that someone associated with the project could answer the technical questions.) I then let Michael wait a bit while I did some calculations of angular sizes and speeds. At the bottom of my note pad I wrote “Distance not actually known, nor (angular) elevation of camera (telescope). Hence can do no more than make educated guesses.”

Michael spent 30 minutes or more trying to get me to identify the lights. We played the video over and over as we both watched. The failure of one star image in particular to disappear when it passed between the upper and middle bright lights (where the wing of an aircraft would block the star) was obvious to both of us, as it had been to Jay. This seemed to be strong evidence that the lights were not connected by an opaque body, namely, the wing of an airplane. However, I pointed out that we couldn’t be certain because the failure of the star image to dim very briefly might have been some artifact of the camera electronics or the recording mechanism about which we knew next to nothing. As an example of the possible effect of the camera operation on the recording of a star that is momentarily blocked by a wing, imagine a 10 ft wide wing and a wing speed of 300 mph which is 440 ft/sec. The star image could be blocked by the wing for about 10/440 = 0.023 sec. The typical camera frame rate is 0.03 sec per frame. Thus the blockage would occur during one frame time which was too short to be observed under the circumstances – viewing on a (analogue) TV monitor with electronic noise and “twinkling” of the star causing brightness fluctuations at all times.

Michael told me that he had shown the video to Dr. Robert Nathan, formerly of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and a long-time UFO analyst with whom I have worked on UFO photos and videos during the 1970’s and 1980’s. Jay and Michael had been rather surprised when Robert had immediately identified the lights as meteors without any analysis other than viewing the video. I told Michael I was suspicious of the meteor explanation (for the reason given above), but that I could not be sure whether or not it was correct without knowing the angular elevation of the telescope. Furthermore, I doubted that a meteor which had broken into three parts before entering the FOV would have three nearly equally sized pieces that could travel in parallel at exactly the same rate and could travel without creating a trail of burning particles.

For many minutes he seemed be “browbeating” me into making some positive identification. It seemed to me that he wanted me to say I thought it was a real UFO or Extraterrestrial Craft. However, I refused such an identification and repeatedly stated that more investigation was needed before any answer was to be proposed. Finally, Michael asked me how I ranked the video in terms of credibility and strangeness and I said that the video had a high degree of both but that it would have to remain a big question mark. At least I would not provide any speculative explanation.

After I left the ABC TV station I began the real investigation. I hoped to have a definite answer before the video was shown nationally on Nightline. Unfortunately, that was not to be.

After a more careful theoretical analysis I was able to put more specific restrictions on the potential explanations. It became apparent that if the telescope were within 10 degrees of the horizon the meteor hypothesis could explain the angular velocity, although it still couldn’t explain the constant speed along parallel tracks without any sign of a meteor trail. Similarly, if the telescope were within 10 degrees of the horizon the airplane hypothesis was unlikely because the angular size and angular speed would only be consistent with a very large aircraft (well over 100 ft wingspan) flying at a very low speed (100 mph or lower) at a short distance from the telescope (a mile or less). The upshot of this analysis was that if the telescope were pointed close to the horizon the suggested explanations were severely strained if not simply unacceptable. Hence the possibility that one — or three — or five — UFOs were involved had to be considered. It all depended upon the angular elevation of the telescope, which I did not know and which I was not able to learn before Nightline showed the video on July 16, 1996.

Because I had to locate the telescope operators by asking for help from other people, it took well over a month to get the “real data.” The crucial information turned out to be far different from what I had been led to believe. I had been told by LaMonica that the angular elevation was low, maybe several degrees (“near the horizon”). However, I learned from the operators that the actual angular elevation was much greater and, in fact, was nearly straight up (85 degrees). I also learned that the telescope was about 10,000 ft above mean sea level (AMSL).

This put a whole new light on the matter. It took me all of five minutes (or less) to determine that under this circumstance the lights could be on an aircraft of some nominal wingspan traveling at several hundred mph at a reasonable cruising altitude above the telescope. In fact, any combination of wingspan, W in ft, speed S in ft/sec and height H in ft AMSL which obeys the relations S/(H-10,000) = 0.032 rad/sec and W/[H-10,000] = 0.01 rad would work. (Note: since the telescope is at 10,000 ft AMSL, the assumed H should be no lower than, say, 11,000 ft. Also, the assumed H should be no greater than 45,000 ft which is an upper altitude for typical aircraft). For example, if H = 20,000 ft AMSL the wingspan could be W = 0.01 x (20,000 – 10,000) = 100 ft and the speed could be S = 0.032 (20,000 – 10,000) = 320 ft/sec or 220 mph. Similarly, the video would be consistent with a plane having a wingspan of W = 40 ft and a speed of S = 128 ft/sec = 87 mph providing it were flying only about 4,000 ft above the telescope at H = 14,000 ft AMSL. Naturally there are many (an infinite) number of possible combinations of W, S and H that would satisfy the requirements of the video.

The telescope operators told me that, upon seeing the video, they had immediately suspected that it was an airplane, but then they questioned that explanation because they rarely, if ever, see an airplane overflying the telescope installation. One of the men called the FAA to find out if there was any record of an airplane scheduled to fly over Mt. Haleakala at the time of the video. He was told there was no such record (no air route passes over the mountain). Of course, an aircraft could have flown over the mountain without the FAA having a record of its exact flight path.

One aspect of the imagery seemed to directly contradict the airplane hypothesis: at one time a star image appears to pass “through” the space between the bright central lights and the upper “wing” light. This had been pointed out to me by LaMonica as evidence against the aircraft hypothesis because one would expect the star to be momentarily blocked by a solid wing. When I first saw the video I wondered whether or not that could be explained as an artifact of the electronics. Subsequently I learned from the telescope operators that the nature of the image forming and capturing electronics (RCA ISIT microchannel plate and image scan device — like a vidicon — plus a scan converter to make an ordinary VHS video) could have failed to record a brief blockage of the starlight, that should have resulted in a momentary “turning off” of the star image, because of time delay (integration time) in the processing devices.


A UFO is as a UFO does. If a UFO does nothing that an IFO (identified flying object) could not do, then there is no reason to call it a UFO. In this case it appears that an airplane would be consistent with the observational evidence. Although I can not prove there was an airplane flying over the telescope, there is no reason to believe that an airplane could not have done so. Since there is no evidence in the video which conclusively contradicts the airplane hypothesis there is no good reason to claim that the lights were something else. Weeks after the show I reported to LaMonica that the lights were probably on an airplane. So far as I know, this information was never conveyed to the audience of Nightline.

Gulf Breeze UFO 1 Photo
Polaroid photo taken close-up to a craft hovering over the road.

An example of the opposite situation, where an unidentified object does something a conventional object could not do under the conditions of observation, is recorded in a daylight video taken July 21, 1995 in Gulf Breeze, Florida. This video shows an oddly shaped object, nearly rectangular in outline and brownish colored, of roughly 30 ft width, looking nothing like an airplane or a helicopter or a balloon/blimp, which reverses its direction of travel from roughly 500 mph rightward to about the same speed leftward (a 1,000 mph velocity change) in about 1/3 of a second (over 100 g’s of acceleration!). There is no man-made or naturally occurring object in the sky which can accomplish such a feat under the conditions of this observation. Hence that object remains a true UFO.

Bruce Maccabee, Phd.

Independence Day

July 4th, 2016


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Gulf Breeze UFO Polaroids by Ed Walter