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The Boy and the Priest

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2021

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Scene from movie OLIVER

He was like a bomb about to explode!  His fist drew blood in the scratches he inflicted upon himself as he punched the bark on the oak tree.  He had tried for three weeks to seduce Mary Jane Williams in any number of ways, and each time something had stood between him and his goal.  Either Jack Sampson wouldn’t loan him his car to keep a date with her, or his mom and dad had ‘cracked down’ that night and didn’t want him meandering into those darkened, devilish areas of the city; he dreaded another brawl.  Besides, everyone knew she was an easy ‘make.’   A pretty one, but an easy one.

And now he had an oil stain on his shirt from an unfinished burglary attempt at ‘hot wiring’ an old car down the street.  Even though he had wrapped his jacket over the smudge, and zipped it shut, you could smell the heavy odor of oil.  Some dirt had caked into the grooves of his fingers, and he was unaware that a streak of it was across his chin.   He wished he could have gone home, but he was locked out of the darkened duplex which appeared to him as a foreboding  evil and sick.  He needed to be in a nice warm bed—he needed someone to talk to—some friend.  As he analyzed that feeing, he became unconsciously ware of his next destination, somewhere along the river where its hourly chimes would echo across the lower-income neighborhood.

The traffic bothered him, and he had stepped-back three times at the demands of angry motorists who honked at him impatiently.  “What a cruddy-looking kid,”  shouted one girl from the backseat of the last auto to pass by.  She rocked back into the seat as a bundle of laughter.  Bud Hendricks made his way at a frantic pace across the street, glancing back on the passing hulks of metal, he spit on the street in contempt.  He looked over his shoulder, up Vermont Avenue to the confectionery two blocks north.  The Pepsi sign outside was waving in the chill wind.  It would lap against the wind, then hang somber.   After a moment, it would lap again.

He’d go there and play the pinball machine and think—think as to whether he should knock on that solid oak door with a small stained-glass window in the center: a radiant picture of the Good Shepard. Then a gentle swing its pewter-like hinges, the doorway would be graced by the slim shadowy form of an older priest, who was no comparison for the younger priest,  Father Raymond Herbert.  Bud recalled his last discussion with Father Herbert:

“I’d like for you to keep coming back, dig man?” asked the young priest.   Father Herbert kept talking, flipping his almost shoulder-length hair behind him.  Bud had heard about some of the liberal innovations the younger priests were bring about in the Catholic Church, especially since the most recent Vatican Council.  But seeing them in person was a little more startling. 

“Like, we have made quite a few changes, dig?   And I don’t think you understand what is in store for you?  Right?”  The priest was bouncing around before the boy, looking much like one of his wisecracking exuberant boyfriends. It made Bud feel comfortable, familiar, identifiable with the priest; yet, at the same time, he felt a sight revulsion, a disgust at these theological innovators.

“Like, you know, new things are happening.  The Holy Spirit promised to lead into all truth!   Well, man, it’s happening—-it’s today—-it’s the New Creation!  You’re part of it, cat!  Dig?  The Church is not against you.  Why not split to my office now and then, we’ll have a little discussion?   I don’t know if I can talk to you every time you come—-Father  Eugene O’Brien   usually handles the Religious Study, but don’t split the scene.  Keep  coming.” 

He did keep coming back.  He returned.  Bud was split between  exhilaration , and, yet, a form of disillusionment.

The boy was still sipping on the Pepsi when he walked away from the pinball machine in the corner of Pat’s confectionary.  He paced back and forth by the glass window—-restless, wearily, like a lion in a stinking cage, but only more discouraged.  His freshly washed hair shone in the store’s ceiling light highlighted by a recent palmful of Brylcream.   He hiked one leg, put it down, then placed the other up on the store window counter.   From there he could see the girls coming home from school, carrying their books close to their sweaters, brazenly flaunting the rear ends from the hem of the miniskirts. 

“The bitches, how do they keep their asses from freezing?” Bud mumbled to himself in a low growl.

The trees outside bent and bowed in the wind.  His soda dribbled down his chin as he set the empty bottle with a thud on the counter.  He smeared the auto oil streak away from his chin with the soda drippings.   A bunch of teenagers, gruff, disheveled, shaggy, bustled through the door. The bell above the door rang tinnily and was drowned out by the kids.

“Praise the Lord, praise the Lord Almighty!”  sang one teenager demanding change from the cashier to play the pinball machines.

“Sing man, sing!  What did Father Hubert give you in Science, Dan?”  another asked from the midst of the confectionary.

“B?  B-plus?  I don’t know.  Should have been an A,”  the other boy cracked back.   “Hey, give me those nickels!”

The bundle of flesh and noise had finally moved over to the pinball machine carrying their customary confections and soda.   They took their usual vulgar stances intermingled with the traditional “go to hells’’ and other “ah go screw yourselves”-type obscenities.  Later they would settle down to  their nightly routine of doing their schoolwork—-provided they felt like doing it.

Though a high school drop-out himself, Bud could feel nothing but contempt for the parochial school kids.   “So, you are the Light of the World?”  he thought to himself as he casually lit a cigarette.   It was a term derived from his talks with Father O’Brien.  Too many talks, Bud protested to himself, but it was getting to be a habit for strange reasons.  It was about to be fulfilled  again tonight.

Bud forced his way outside in a brisk manner.  There, he took two robust puffs on the cigarette.  He threw it down and crushed it lifeless.  He walked swiftly to the street corner.  Bud noted it was about to rain, placing him in a somewhat somber mood.

“What about those rumors telling of the Communists and their takeover?”  Bud had asked the shaggy-headed Father Herbert  during one visit. “Wasn’t there something said about an avowed ‘psychological infiltrations’ starting way back with Lenin?”

“Bunk!”  the flippant priest jested back.   “Christ hid the purpose of the New Creation until after his death, and now the Holy Spirit has that Church into ‘all truth.’  Communism is not an enemy but a phase, a necessary transition to the ultimate conquest by Christ of the universe.  Even democracy.’’   The priest smiled mysteriously.

“Yah, but didn’t consecutive Soviet leaders avow Lenin’s same purpose to ‘debauch us from within?’”   Bud brought the question up during one visit. “Wasn’t there something about an avowed ‘psychological infiltration’ starting way back in history with Lenin?’’  Still, they sometimes barred rock music and censored dirty movies and such in their naïve country,  Khrushchev said that he would ‘bury us,’ meaning….

“So,” Father Herbert countered, “America has room for Communism, rock music, liberal movies—-those are very charitable acts.  Christian acts, dig?  Like, Christ said His Father’s house had many mansions….’’  The priest smiled with an Alice in Wonderland’s Cheshire Cat expression. 

“Sounds a little strange.  But, yah, it could mean that,” exciting visions and scenic sights burst in the boy’s head. “But Father O’Brien disagrees.  He feels that the Anti-Christ is personified…’’  

“Father O’Brien!”  The priest suddenly became solemn, a barely subdued sneer upon his lips.   “Father O’Brien,’’ he continued more softly, “will have to learn of the evolving trend of the New Creation, as will everybody else!” 

On Shara Avenue, Bud noticed one unusual house in the middle of the block.  In its small front yard was a solitary flagpole with an eagle with outspread wings atop the pole.  The front porch desperately needed painting  and strips of the old paint lay on the ground.  There was a light within the house and a certain melancholy atmosphere hung over the structure.   Who lived in the house?  An elderly couple?  When was the house built?   Before the Second World War—-earlier, when?  Bud identified closely with the house.   He wondered how little houses—-little people—-could survive in this big town, this big nation, this big world. 

And then he noticed many things around him.  Maybe it was the damp, dark weather that was requesting persons and things to silently ask humanity to cuddle, examine and befriend the scenery:  there was the yellow crabgrass that sprouted out from the edges and creases of the sidewalk,  how many years ago could it have been when they made sidewalks out of red brick laid in a cris-cross pattern?   The gas station on the next corner had an ancient-looking building next to it; its  chimneys were bent, broken and ready to fall; the windows were boarded; rubber ties; automobile oil pans and general litter lay in the front yard.  Sixty, eighty, or a hundred years old?  How old was the building?  

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The flashing beacon on top of the  filling station that Bud’s vision encapsulated seemed to recede to a dot between revolutions.  It reminded him of the little white dot that appeared at first when the television is turned on and a picture appears an instant later.

(“Tingle Soap,”  the broadcaster in the television commercial had been saying, “will give you that magical feeling from head to foot, as if a beautiful Polynesian maiden had caressed you.”   A teenage boy in a bathtub was wiggling his toes at one end of the tub as he exhibits a broad grin.  “Tingling,”  the broadcaster continues, “like the new dawn freshness of a beautiful south sea day.”   Off  comes a bosom halter from the maiden.  The boy’s toes wiggle fanatically, and the boy’s smile turns into a lusty grin.  “Tingling,” the broadcaster continues,  “like  a boy rejuvenated by the desire of a  South sea goddess.”  The boy appears to be erotically aroused.  The girl in the commercial laughs exhilaratingly—-off comes her skirt.  “And now, back to our movie feature THE BONTUS: THE FLESH EASTING SEA FIEND.)

In two more blocks, Bud would turn down a side street heavily pockmarked with cracks in the hard topped street.   The city needed to repair it but it probably would remain dilapidated for a year or more. From where Bud stood, Bud would be able to see the stately lawn to the priest’s parish house and its plush evergreens along the small white and spotless walkway to the noble redbrick building.

The setting Sun, an enormous orb looming from beyond the buildings and homes to his back, had thrown a golden hue on everything.  The dark clouds of the late autumn afternoon had dissipated briefly as if to allow the Sun to give a final goodnight salute.  Bud turned the corner towards the priest’s house, and the two-story vacant house diagonally across the street seemed aflame with the golden red rays of the setting Sun and the multiple windows defiantly reflecting that source.

When Bud reached the lawn of the vacant house his eyes rolled in anxiety as he examined the scene.  He glanced back and forth across the street, up and down the extent of the building and the church on the conner,  then back to the vacant house with its first-floor windows overlayed by strips of plywood nailed diagonally across them.  The thick front door was boarded shut with two big boards. The shrubberies were unkempt with long reeds thrusting through them, the concrete steps were chipped and crumbled.  The lawn was bare in spots with stubs of crab grass spread about.  Bud felt just as emotionally desolate.

Bud stood there momentarily, shivering, undetermined.  Suddenly, another youngster came shuffling along the street out of a nearby alley.  He barely noticed Bud standing there and was snapping his fingers to the latest Hit Tune, a melody which could be heard coming from the bulge of a small radio in the boy’s hip pocket.  The strolling youngster’s hair had been combed high onto his head and the nape in a Duck-Butt fashion.  His shirt was a plaid design of red and black, barely discernable beneath a leather jacket—a jacket much like the one Bud wore, but much more soiled and torn. The strolling-youngster’s face was strained and enveloped in pleasure to the tune he was hearing.

Bud watched the boy disappear around the corner as the boy’s feet made a horrid sound of something dead being pulled across a concrete lot:  it was the boy’s black boots being dredged along the pavement. 

Bud spat on the street, then drew his eyes back onto the priest’s house.  Bud lazily climbed the lawn to the front porch of the vacant house.  When he sat down, the streetlights flickered on and he noticed several homes already appeared well-lit in the dusk of the evening.  The rectory windows added their radiance to the scene.  Bud suddenly realize the time as the church bell chimed the hour.  A tugboat on the river gave a low moan adding to the melancholy.

“Why do I want to waste my time looking about a small Catholic rectory?”  Bud questioned.  He would have been at Louie’s house right now, Bud told himself, planning an evening at Betty Breg’s place.  Her parents were never home and there was always a refrigerator full of food—-and a whole evening for ‘games.’  Bud liked Betty.  She was a real swinger.   He thought he could ‘make’ her if he really tried.   That is if Louie didn’t run interference.

Maybe Louis wasn’t even home now.   He never seemed to be home much lately.  Often, he and Louie would end-up to be sitting in that two-room shack that Louie called home, staring into the pot-bellied stove for hours on end,  talking about cars and sex, and then, sex and cars.  What he needed was Jack Sampson and his car.  That would make things right, Bud rationalized.  If only Jack could suddenly materialize and help rid him of this insufferable ache of loneliness.  “I need to screw Mary Jane, damn it,”  Bud told himself; Bud knew where Jack was tonight, and it wasn’t playing guitar out at Hartsville like Jack’s sister said, it was more like Mary Jane than Hartsville.   He had to fill this hole of loneliness, this stabbing in his heart caused by many drunken fights of his mother and stepdad, the screaming threats, banging of human bodies against hardwood floors, the smashing of beer bottle glass, and the guggling of someone’s fist on a human throat.   Bud couldn’t recognize the teenage elements of fear, the deep shame of his acne, the puzzle-pieces of the love-hate relationship his mother carried within her ( probably going back many generations to hear her tell of her own family discipline episodes), and general childhood angst living in their lower-class scenery.

But above all this,  Bud wanted to believe his mother deeply loved him.

“It’s not that you’re so shy, Bud,’’  his mother had told him one night, “you’re simply different from your friends. You like to read, for instance.  You don’t particularly like to get your nose into hard dirty work like your pals—-you are just more serious  about mystical things than they are.   But why do you get involved with such punks?”

Bud couldn’t reveal his feelings of the terror and longing he carried like a bundle or bricks on his back or  the slab of concrete in his stomach.  Instead, he euphemistically tried to state it more commonly:  “I want to be just another happy guy, Mom!   Doesn’t a guy have a right to have fun?”

Bud wanted to tell her that he had to make ‘the scene’  the same as his buddies;  they were natural at the art of seduction; but how does a guy tell that to his mother?

“But you have good friends.  Go back to Church.   You went to Sunday School once before, Bud…’’

“Mom, you don’t see the ‘picture’…’’

“Mom…”  How could the boy explain?  Explain that the world was not what she said it was.   That a whole jungle of insects and bugs and green slimy things grow out in the world that aren’t even listed in her encyclopedia of facts—-or, perhaps the worst possibility:  she wasn’t telling all the facts!

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The sky had become dark.   The Moon was partially hidden behind passing bundles of grey-white clouds.  The trees swayed in the autumn breeze, and Bud noticed that in his ongoing anxiety he had knotted his protruding shirt cuff into a winkled ball.  “Ah, the loneliness, the infernal loneliness, the gnawing loneliness!’’  I’ll go home, he thought at first.  No, no.   Try Jack’s place again?   Nope,  he wouldn’t be home, and besides Bud couldn’t stand his old lady coming to the bar smelling of Hill and Hill whiskey and eyeing Bud seductively.  Anyway, Jack’s got a dog that barks worse than a herd of hyenas.   And then Bud felt  growing rage.  He needed to expose his soul, he screamed in his thoughts, waving his hands about as if a lecturer, a rather pitiful sight as he stood on the steps of the deserted property.   He was now acting-out his frustration—-not just looking at bodies on the covers of magazines (hurriedly hidden beneath a stack of shoes), and the pornography inside, or the faces of cute girls……he meant OUT!

His eyes had developed an intensity of rebellion as he glared over to the rectory door.

“Who do you think you are fooling, Father O’Brian?  I’ve read my Bible.  Can you prove any of it?  Isn’t just more of this gobbledygook – those myths mankind and the Church have been handing out?’’  His thoughts were bold and direct.

The ornate rectory stood mute before his silent charge.  The moan from the tugboat whistle from the muddy waters of the river gave another nocturnal sigh.  Bud could smell that opaque odor of the muddy river—-so much soft dripping dirt, so many trunks and limbs of trees protruding the water as if thorns on some submerged victim:  It was also the smell of so much urination and human waste from the city drainage; so much green foliage; and just so much dank mud that could have been likened to as the smell of the blood of civilization’s torn flesh. 

From somewhere he could smell the heavy stink of sickening garbage from some alley nearby, of which he directed his thoughts to other memories in an act of avoidance.

Bud shoved himself erect.   In his lingering frustration he kicked bits of gravel aside with his shoe (noting the rents alongside of the high- heeled boots).   In lessened anger he glanced over at the rectory door as he skipped down the steps of the old house:

“Okay, O’Brien, okay.  At least it’s warm inside your little office,’’ Bud was thinking, “if you’ll have me; yah, if anybody will have me.”

Bud was greeted at the door by the elderly housekeeper.  She was wiping her hands on her apron.   “Yes?”  she asked in a quivering voice.

“Ah, Father O’Brien here?”  Bud asked politely but nervously.  The old woman recognized Bud from a previous visit and eyed him curiously.

“Just a minute please.”  She hobbled off into a well-lit backroom.  Bud was thinking to himself:  “Why do places like this always seem to cater to older people?”   Bud was leaning on the doorway, and visions of the fictional Hunchback of Notre Dame came to mind as the classic Hunchback crawled amongst those medieval spires and steeples; places like this seem to attract the old and downtrodden and emetic; but then, what did he expect:  movie actresses like the late Elizabeth Taylor?

Within the hallway a dark shadow appeared at the bottom of a stairway; soon the light from an antiquated chandelier reflected on the face of Father O’Brien.  O’Brien’s slippers slapped on the floor like a snap of a belt strap.   Father O’Brien was still unaware as to who had come to visit him.  The priest’s face held a slightly grim business-like expression.

“If you’re busy Father, that’s all right, I just took a chance and dropped by again.  So…”  Bud was apologetic.

Father O’Brien immediately recognized the youth and his face lit up in a  warm smile.   “Ah, Bud, yes.  Yes.   I did say that.’’  I must have gotten the old man at a good moment, thought Bud, but so what, he might change his tune after hearing me out. 

“Come in.  Come in,’’   the red-faced priest instructed, holding the screen door open, “what brings you tonight?”   Yes, what, indeed brings me, asked Bud inwardly.  

“Well, you said if I had any questions, to come over.  I got a copy of the New Testament from a publishing house in California a translation from the original Greek, you know, like you said.   Well, I found those passages we talked about last month…’’

‘’Did you bring that Bible with you?”  the tall, thin priest asked ushering the boy into one of the side offices off the corridor.  He gestured that the boy to be seated in front of a huge oak desk.  The priest took out a cigarette from his pocket and began to light it as he situated himself in the large, cushioned desk chair.   “Did you bring some notes?”  queried the priest.

“Naw, no, I didn’t.   However, I did stay up late several nights to read, so I still have a fairly good idea of the passages.”  Bud informed the priest.   The priest looked amiably at the boy, with his arms folded on the desk and his face somewhat clouded in a puff of cigarette smoke.    As the evening progressed, the priest would place the cigarette in an ashtray near him  following a series of nervous puffs.   “It’s a literal translation of the original Greek, ah, it’s put out by the Concordant Publishing Concern.   Ever hear of it?”

“No, but it sounds interesting.”  The priest continued to smile as he reached into one of his desk drawers.   The veins in the underside of his wrinkled arm seemed to have risen prominently, denoting his age.  How tired he looked, Bud was thinking, but the smile on that pixyish Irish face caused Bud to ask of himself: I wonder if my laughter looked as amiable, a smile that had perpetual look of youth.   “And I…and I have my Jerusalem Bible,’’  continued the priest.  He placed the Bible squarely in front of him like an attorney presenting his court brief, or an oriental marketman presenting his wares, placing his hands on the item in a show of authority.

(Well, already it felt like home, Bud was thinking, and he began to relax.  But his easing was short-lived as his memory starkly found himself  in the terror of on-coming conflict in his single room, waiting for the sound of the front door to open and bang against the vestibule wall.

“You son-of-a-bitch!  Don’t talk to me!  Go on!   Go to bed!  You…” would come the shouting, the slurred drunken diatribe of his mother.

“Go to hell!  Go to hell!”  answered the rough drunken monotone of his stepfather, “I do what I damn well want!”

“Go watch your TV….”  Came his mother’s intoxicated slur.

“I’ll do what I want!  Why don’t you, dear, go back down to your friends…’’

Then would come a few quick steps.   The floor would violently vibrate as if wall boards would give way.  Someone pushed  someone else against a dresser drawer and  knocking perfume bottles over, midst grunts of pain and even terror.  Then  in exasperation:

“All right!  All right!’’  his mother was saying to the stepfather.  “You lousy…lousy…’’    A huge crash as his mother  slammed the front door.  Bud could hear plaster fall from parts of the house  from the vibration.) 

Outside the priest’s office window from the hilltop location, looking along the curve of the river towards the north, Bud could see the lights of the downtown area of the city.  Red and white lights trailed all along the river’s bend indicating factories, granaries, and barges.  One could still hear the vague drone of the tugboats, even though the sounds of thunder outside said that a storm was either coming or finally going.

“You like to read, Bud?”  the elderly man asked as he ran his slender fingers through his hair.  The priest relaxed into the desk chair.  He had taken off the heavy black coat and was down to his white shirt and that magnificent clerical collar  that always was attractive to Bud.  The cigarette was hidden in his hand long one side of his head, giving the impression that the smoke was somehow arising from there.

“Well, yes, I guess it’s one of my secret pastimes.   I have a good-sized library at home.  I guess I am different from other kids that I know.”   The priest nodded understandingly. 

“Don’t get me wrong, father, I dig girls and cars,  I collect jazz and rock records.  I…”  

“But still, you seek something more?”  the priest interjected.

Something more!   Something more!   Something more!  The words rang deeply in his mind and caused discomfort in his chest.   “Em, yes, I guess.  I guess.”   Bud viewed the man curiously.  Bud has heard those words before.

“Another thing, Father, while I’ve read the Bible, even gone to Sunday School, I want you to understand that I don’t dig all this Scripture stuff!  You hear?  I mean, you’ve got a lot against you, Father.  You know?”

The priest smiled serenely, stood up, placed his hands to the arch of his back and stretched.   Then he walked to the window and looked out.

“You have a lot against you too, you know.”  The priest wasn’t trying to be directly sarcastic.  He turned to look at the boy, “we all do.”

“Well, I know what you mean by that, Father, but get my point:  I believe in the truth,  and I’ve seen nothing but perversion of the truth in my life.”

The priest quickly turned to look at the boy.  The priest still held a grin, though it was slightly subdued.   “Truth?”  the priest emphasized,  “Bud, I have heard men, famous and infamous, spout that word:  Truth!  Are you familiar—yes—you said you were familiar with the stories of the Marque de Sade?  Now, there was a man who believed that every wicked, idiotic thing he did was some form of the ‘truth.’”

Bud quickly recalled the thick glossed-cover paperback he had hidden in his closet.  The book was a colorful history and photographic portrayal of the Marque de Sade, all the bloody orgies and sensuous rituals.   There had been one picture that overwhelmed Bud greatly:  a nude female with her face looking outward, her one hand upward and stretched in anguish, her eyes agog, as a man, painted a vile devil scarlet was performing some anal sexual act on her.  “Yes, but de Sade felt that ‘act’ could be done or not—-that the truth  was yet to be discovered in its totality.  That no one had that right to say what ‘act’ was or was not to be done.  I mean, just maybe de Sade was on to something good.”   

The priest shook his head.  Boy, this fella seems to have changed his tone since I last talked to him, the priest confided to himself.   The priest touched a tapestry made by the Christian Youth Council, it bore a big crucifix and the words ‘Come forth Holy Spirit, come!’ in big jovial-felt letters.  Then the  priest turned back to his desk and sat down again.  He folded his hands one more time  and eyed Bud mysteriously.

“If someone came to you, Bud, pointed a gun to your head and fired it pointblank —-would you,’’  the priest’s forehead wrinkled when he said those words, “say something good  has come of that?”

Boy, the teenager’s thoughts were whirling about him: You can pick some ‘good ones’ can’t you Father?  Bud gave a sick little smile and nervously crossed his legs.  Bud noticed that the office had appeared somewhat dull for what he had expected of a rectory.   There was a well-used filing cabinet.  A buffet table with religious books.  The desk.  Two chairs.   One tapestry.  One crucifix.   And a small picture of Christ hanging on a cross with an aerial view of mourners praying at His feet.

“Well, I guess nobody wants to die.   But who can say what would come out of my death?”  Bud began to speculate.  “I mean maybe somewhere there are cults of murder…”

“There are!”  Father O’Brien interrupted sternly.  “But come on, Bud, are you trying to tell me that people—-that you—-wouldn’t care if somebody blew your brains out?   That’s fine in theory—-nutty theory—-but in actuality?  Don’t you see, Bud, it’s more of this ‘abstract’ mumbo-jumbo various people are handing out today.”

And the Church, Father, and the Church, Bud jeered to himself, but we’ll get to that shortly, my pixie-looking friend.

“You see, Bud, Jesus was just that way.  He was a down-to-earth, so-to-speak realist, but an idealistic-perfectionist too.   He said that your conversation be ‘Yea, Yea and Nay, Nay,’  not this mystical jargon and doubletalk.  He laid things down in black and white  Remember what he said about His Law?   That it should not pass away; that Heaven and Earth could disappear first.  He said that He came not to destroy, but to fulfill the Law.”

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The scream of automobile tires were now flooding Bud’s memory.   One, two, three dragsters pulled out of the auditorium parking-lot of Saint Jude’s parish.  It was a breezy-night and Bud and two of his friends stood around a petite, nice-looking teenage girl.   All three boys chomped rudely on chewing gum wads; Bud had his hands astutely entrenched in his pockets.   His collar was turned up in hipster style.

“Come on doll, Jake’s got his car running; it’s a buet, ain’t it”  Bud asked the shyly smiling girl.  ‘‘Let’s swing.  We’ll drag out of here; get some sodas.  Take a little ride.’’   Bud winked at one of his friends casually leaning out of the car door.  His friend smiled fiendishly back, “And then, well, we’ll take you home.”

Her smile broadened and she nodded sheepishly.   “All right, but I have to be home before midnight.  I must go to Mass tomorrow morning.”    Jake’s words  “it only takes a little while”  were drowned-out by the squall of a dragster’s tires.

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“You made a point of the fact that I like to read, Father,’’  Bud fidgeted with the pages of a Living New Testament that he found on the corner of the desk.  “Well, it’s a little more than a pastime.   I think I am looking for something—-the truth.  The truth.   Have you read some of the Higher Critics?”   Bud smiled wickedly.

The priest looked a little alarmed. He tapped the ash from his cigarette somewhat nervously.   What a weird twist for a neighborhood renegade, the priest was thinking! I would have expected this conversation to be saturated with cars, girls, and beer.  “Yes.   They claim that Jesus hadn’t really been the Messiah, just a human being who did no real miracles.’’  

“That’s correct,”  Bud promptly replied.  “Guignebert, Mead, Legge, Angus, Potter—-others like those”

“I know them,” the priest answered coolly, “ and they hadn’t added one bit for or against the question.”  He lowered his eyes just for a moment and parted his lips slowly.  “You know Bud, I ‘ve heard this argument before.   And it has usually been put forward by those who are often less than honest.’’   Twitch, twitch, twitch tingled Bud’s nerves in his chest.   ‘‘One man,” the priest lowered and raised his right hand as if to show it floating on an air-cushion,   “wants to see Christ as anything but the Supreme.  He wants to see Him as a man as weak and mundane as himself, so he goes into the written history of the Man —- or his bibliographies  —-  and begins to tear them apart bit by bit —- like a nefarious attorney.”

“And what do they hope to gain by that?” the boy asked innocently.  The priest smiled dryly and again grew sober suddenly:  “Their lust, Bud.  Their lust.”

“Lust?”  asked the boy.   Twitch, twitch, twitch continued tht nervous tingle.

“Money.   Those that feel that they need large amounts.   They want more.  Christ somehow stands in their way.   Power: some see great gains in position and ownership.   Christ, again, seems to stand in the way.   Or, Bud, they crave human flesh.  Sensuously, they worship one creation of God—fiendishly—-all out of proportion and more than their Creator’s intention.”     

“And if they’re correct?” the boy began to narrate a few biblical passages as he spoke.  The priest looked nonplussed; his mind began to wander as he gazed at the sheen of the boys hair.  For a moment, the priest saw himself so many years ago; much, much healthier then; missing was the arthritis that completely tacked his aging body—-and the stiffness and aching of his left arm which carried a stinging sensation that would reach all the to his fingertips.  It was cancer!   Cancer, the priest thought solemnly, cancer!   But that was a recent development and the priest thanked God again that it hadn’t always been like this.  Soon the effects of drugs would wear off and he would feel somewhat guilty for being so selfish to think of his own infliction.

“Let us make one thing clear, Bud.   Either Christ was everything He said He was, or, He was the biggest liar that ever existed, for He claimed to be God’s Perfect Son!”   The priest looked statuesque at the boy; the gaze was different than any other he had seen from the older man.   It was a gaze that seemed to say that  ‘games’ had beginnings and endings, and that some moments were more than frivolous pastimes, moments to be flitted away; that life and death were stark realities; and here was a person who had a different—-sober and different—-way of looking at the situation.   And just as suddenly, Bud began to feel a rage building-up within himself: partly due to an adolescent vanity, but also due to the  alarming indifference, compliancy, and dank degeneracy that he had crammed into his nineteen years of life.

“And if he wasn’t?”  Bud asked gristly.  Someone, perhaps a fellow priest, had a stereo playing upstairs.  The strings of Tchaikovay’s Piano Concerto No. 1 weaved its way downstairs.  The priest raised himself up again and shut the door cautiously, all the while as if in deep thought.  He began to caress his aching arm, successfully camouflaging  the pain. 

“We’ve been through all this before, Bud.   You don’t think this big organization called  the Christian Church began out of a hoax?   There is something there, Bud.  Do you remember what Christ said about the Holy Spirit and the guidance of His Church?”

“Yah, I read that, Father.  I  also remember where Saint Paul said that ‘wolves’ had entered the fold way back then.   Besides, if all those churches are Christian, how can they qualify for  Christ’s description as a small flock?”

“Comparatively speaking,”  the priest answered rapidly.   “Christianity comprises only a tiny percentage of the world population.   So, you see, Bud, we still are a small flock.” 

“Yeah, well, you might just have thrown it in a drain.   It’s done no good.”   The fury in the boy had begun to build.

“Wait a minute, let’s be fair.  I know that you are going to say.  But Christ said His Church was flesh and blood human beings; and they did make mistakes.”

‘“ Be ye perfect even as you Father in Heaven is perfect…’”   The boy was reading a passage in the Bible.

“Yes, but not totally in their present human bodies!”

“But ‘God has not called us unto uncleanness, but unto holiness,’” Bud cited another passage he saw after flipping a few more pages.

‘‘Ah, this won’t get you anywhere.  First things, first, Bud.” said the priest.  “Your ignoring quite a bit of Church History.   The lives of the Saints.  Some of the better Popes.  Modern miracles.  It’s a matter of logic and priorities.   Have you heard of the Miracles of Lourdes—-or even the Vision of the Virgin at Guarabandel, Spain?’’

The smoldering frustration within his limbs had finally exploded, but the fumes of that explosion leaked through his mouth slowly but more delicately.

“Let me tell you something, Father,  when I was seventeen, I was dating a girl who had been a Catholic since her childhood.  When I first met her, she was attending Mass every Sunday!  Every Sunday!   She mut have attended Confession too for I recall her telling me that the Confessional priest had told her not to see me anymore.  He was right:  I was seducing her quite often, at least once a week in the leisure of her own home.   She was sixteen.”

The two people just stared at each other momentarily.  The priest looked completely paralyzed.   O’Brien was thinking:  I don’t want to ‘tear’ into this kid, for he is much more than one single boy—-he seems to be ‘every’ boy—-any boy, any person, that needs a loving father;  at least, how often have I heard that?   But then, when Satan is face to face with you, O’Brien conferred to himself, you only feel contempt.

“That’s a Catholic girl,” Bud continued, “but I could say the same thing for Lutherans, Methodists….” 

“I’ll be damned!”  The words fumbled out of the priest’s mouth.

“That’s another thing, Father, that a religious person could curse so…’’

“It’s only an expression, no one is making a solemn oath.”

“Sodom and Gomorrah were damned,” Bud continued, ‘that’s supposed to be real and very solemn.”

“It’s an expression, you’ll hear priests and Catholics say it,”  the old man explained  resolutely.

“So, if fornication and drunkenness are accepted, does that mean we can do as we please?”  the boy protested  disingenuously.

“Those are realities, Bud, not just expressions!”

(It had been a rough day for Father O’Brien in many different respects.   The Parish was in bad need if funds.  It was a common problem in the Church. Annually, budgets were far from being met, and the extravagant measures that various priests invented to raise money, in the least,  were ludicrous and sometimes dishonest.  For Father O’Brien, it meant  the debt of $4,000 to the carnival supply for the school picnic.   The picnic proceeds had gone immediately to pay the salaries of three High School teachers who had been threatening sojourns.   The Covent Nuns were limited to Grade School instruction and all appeared, based on rumor and experience, horrified to face High School students.  Admittedly, there seemed to be a general and growing unrest, a continual anxiety as to the general  quality of the Catholic Education here and at other Parishes.)

Father O’Brien rubbed his diseased arm, looking at it sympathetically.  His affliction turned for the worse this day.   Upon another visit to the hospital, the worse that he had suspected had come true:  he had only  a short time  alive, to be on this Earth.  Maybe a few months, he was told, maybe a year; but certainly, no more. 

The priest looked at his covered arm, his Armageddon personified and covered before him.  The Hill of Midiggo mentioned in the Book of Revelations, became more than just a description:  It became the towering walls of the seemingly small priest’s  office.  The whole world seemed to suddenly converge on the youngster; a mysterious substance of love, hate, warmth, cold.   The priest suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Mrs. Holleran  just the week before as he and the parish housekeeper prepared an evening meal:

“I get so confused, Father, by all the unrest and confusion in the world.  It worries me sometimes,”  Mrs. Holleran was explaining as the priest smoked his after-meal pipe.  “But the one place a person should feel completely safe, Father, is in the Church.”

“That’s one of its functions,”  the priest spoke amiably as he puffed on the pipe. 

“But that’s not my point:  It is not!  It’s not safe, not like it use to be,”  the woman interjected, “it seems to me that years ago one heard the word ‘Sanctuary’ of the Church; and that meant a lot of things, but mainly that a person could look to the Church for sanctuary for himself, I suppose.  That the disciplines the Church asked  members and society to adhere to be a way of people protecting themselves from the world and themselves.  Now, Father,  it seems to be so confusing, so upside-down, anything goes — nealismistic—is that the correct word?”

‘‘Nihilistic, Mrs. Holleran, nihilistic.  Yes. But if that’s true, for the Catholic Church, then it’s true for all Churches; Lutheran, Baptists….”  The priest paused for a moment.  “Besides, didn’t Christ say that He guaranteed the safe existence till he returned?  That was a promise!”

Mrs. Holleran stopped placing dishes on the kitchen sink to soberly look at the priest .  “I’m not a Bible Student,  mainly I thought we Catholics weren’t allowed to read the Bible until about 1947, and it was always in Greek, literally that is.   But I know a few things, Father, and no one has adequately explained how this hodge-podge of murder, wicked politics and rebellion that’s going on today, can’t be partly blamed on the Church.  There’s a conspiracy of assort, Father, and some of these new teachings don’t hit the nail on the head.  They just don’t.’’

“Well. The Church will always have problems, Mrs. Holleran.   But people tend to see things in a limited light.  If Christ is in the world, how can anything be really wrong?”

“I read Matthew the 10th Chapter the other day.   Are you sure, Father, that Christ  is in the world?’’  She smiled slightly.

‘‘You mean that He doesn’t exist?”

“Oh no.  I mean, maybe we aren’t  a part of his plan – maybe ‘ we’  aren’t on his side like we thought.  Maybe, maybe, Father, we misinterpret His strategy!”

Strategy!  Strategy!  Strategy!  The words rang in the priest’s mind causing a vibration that ended when he put out the stub or his cigarette.   He began to rub his arm nervously.   The pain had rapidly reached a certain level, and he knew it would only be a few more minutes before he would leave the room least he make a spectacle.  Why are all the forces of evil working against me tonight?  Now and then, flashes from the past, pleasant little memories of his days at the Seminary, and of his childhood, would filer through to his consciousness.

“You mean, Father, that as long as a Church-member has ‘faith,’” Bud was beginning to jeer, “that this allows him to do as he well damn pleases?  Ha!  You mean a family could be in some dire situation, personally ought about by themselves; poverty; crime; some degeneracy; but if they keep a Bible out on a dresser that is glanced at every now and then, that these people are virtuous hiding behind this so-called ‘faith?’’’ 

“No, no, Bud.’’  The priest gritted his teeth to hide growing pain in his arm.  “It takes obedience to God’s Laws.”  Father O’Brien was planning an exit strategy to get himself out of the room and out of the conversation and somehow to masquerade the pain.

“God’s Laws?” Bud smiled wickedly.  “I attended a Catholic Mass a few times, Father; first your greeted by shapely thigh of a well-stacked female parading in front of you; then two, three or four  and more girls wearing short skirts.  I don’t suppose you realize how much a girl’s  buttocks incites a young man’s passions?”

“We don’t approve of all these questionable fashions,” the priest said grimacing.   “We have an organization in the Church that criticizes immodesty of dress.  Besides, you can’t keep people from Church just because of the way they’re dressed.”

“But it’s okay for a man to ‘lust’?  Let me tell you something else, Father,  I know come of the kids that go to Church and I can tell you some of the  stupid, lewd, dirty things they do when they go home and venture about.  Not just Catholics, but Lutherans and a  glut of the neighborhood.  Betty Carson had invited me to her Youth Fellowship Night  at the Messiah Lutheran School last year. Oh, they had basketball and ping-pong; but do you know what went on behind open doors, in the shadows, he hallways.   Sex, Father, plain, raw sex.”

“Stop it, Bud!”  O’Brien churned painfully in his chair.  Briefly, momentarily, O’Brien visualized himself as a small   boy of four-years walking in his mother’s garden trying to catch  a beautiful butterfly. O’Brien would dip over the brick guard, politely trying to avoid crushing the flowers.  Suddenly, he tried too hard, tripping, and falling.  He began to cry.  Within minutes the soothing voice and caressing arms of his mother were about him.

O’Brien’s childhood vision vanished from him and once again he became focused on the teenager seated before him.  “I know some very fine and commendable people in the Church, Bud.”

“Father, I would just love to believe you.  Heart and soul.  But I can’t, not until I get this out of my chest:  I need to make you see, Father.  Can’t you see, Father?”   Bud was vehement  and pleading; the boy had been looking for that attracting lodestone of morality and truth!   He had looked for it in the faces of his friends, of his schoolmates.  He had looked for it  in the stories of and tales of great writers and the not so great.  There were always the various  grownups that  were able to produce an air of sophistication, nobility, and more so, popularity.   But here, before him, was another type of individual —- a priest; the one type of person that he could have thought of as good and fine.   Well, Bud would try —- if just a little;  but no tricks, O’Brien, Bud announced to himself, no tricks.

“Bud, there is just so much that we could go into.   Catholicism is built on an exceptionally fine tradition.  Look at the Saints.  Saint Sebastian, have you heard of him?”   Saint Sebastian was the Captain of the soldiers who guarded the Roman Emperor but he also befriended suffering Christians.  He was put to death for his compassion, he was martyred.   “And there are many others:  Saint Francis, Saint Lawrence…”

“What is a Saint considered today, Father?   To be a Saint today, you must be a ‘demythologizer’—-denying all miracles in the name of what is called ‘natural science?’”   Bud argued sardonically; his face barely hid a growing rage.  “And what does that mean?   First, that a lot of your ’Saints’ are nonexistent myths; that the New Testament miracles of Jesus are fairy tales; that Moses didn’t really make water come out of a rock; that modern visions such as Fatima are the works of mass hysteria.  The psychologists call them hallucinations of the collective unconscious…”  The boy wrestled uncomfortably in his chair.   Outside, the soft pitter-patter of rain had begun  with the cool trickles glazing on the windows.  “…that we are the end product of a long line of animals formed from a primal primitive ooze at the dawn of time: Evolution, and some try to keep God in the picture—-theistic evolution, I believe…”

“I know that some of the younger priests like Father Herbert feel that way, Bud,”   sullenly continued the priest.  “Maybe quite a few of them do.   But I assure you, Bud, that I don’t.   I guess I am dedicated to that ole’ time religion, I don’t know.   But it is true, there is a movement to liberalize what I would consider certain immutable teachings in the Church.”

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In a moment of sad  remembrance, and despite the increasing pain, Father Eugene O’Brien suddenly recalled a moment of himself as a  10-year-old as he walked the extra six blocks to Saint Jude’s Church.  It was early Winter.  Everything surrendered to the cold nip in the air.   Eugene could have carpooled but instead walked twelve blocks out of the way, every morning now for several months so that he could attend an early mass.

“Eugene, don’t you think it’s a little special,”  Sister Veronica had said to him one day, ‘‘that you  walk several blocks out of your way everyday just so you could go to mass?’’

“I don’t know, Sister, I guess I never thought about it,” the young ‘priest-to-be’ said.   Gene quickly grabbed a tissue from his pocket to wipe his dripping nose.

“It’s so cold these mornings, and most children haven’t been attending Mass regularly because of the weather.   Do you think God’s been calling you?”   The boy just looked at the Nun questioningly.    “What do you want to be when you grow up?   Have you thought about it, Eugene?  Have you thought about becoming a priest?”

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As the pain stretched further and further into O’Brien’s  shoulder and to the foremost corners of his fingers, the priest swore to himself that he would order the boy to leave any minute.   It was a short-sighted mistake not to have brought more pain tablets downstairs; and he would not feel guilty at all to ask the boy to leave.  Still, the priest suddenly realized that some fateful reality depended deeply on him at this moment.   It was as if he had a vision of things as never before, and slowly, things had begun to fall into place.   Maybe he had begun to wake-up from the slumber so many others had particularly accepted as part of their struggle;  at that, when did the priest begin to even think it was anybody else’s responsibility?

Before O’Brien sat someone that he could have sworn he had seen so many time before: in different seasons, different circumstances, but whose purpose was always the same.   The moving lips, the quivering face of the boy, became the  personification of the evils of other times, of other eras.   Father O’Brien remembered the banner headlines of newspapers during his boyhood: the racketeers, the machinegun massacres.  Why was it so convenient to pretend that the “New Creation”  depended on something so untampered, so disassociated from this wickedness?   What was the strategy of the Almighty, and wasn’t it a little foolish for a priest to be asking this question?

“Man, that’s crazy,”  Bud stood-up quickly and began to pace the room, “‘certain Immutable’…I can only tell you what I see, Father.  What do you priests do in your spare-time anyway, close yourself off from the rest of the world?  Read only book out of the seminary libraries?   You can read some pretty weird stuff there now, I understand.”

“You have to live up to it, Bud”  the priest said, “you can’t just keep denying your part in God’s Plan…”

“I’ve been telling you what the kids today have been doing with ‘God’s Plan’——what’s the use?”

“Should we give up?”   the priest grimaced, wrinkling his forehead.  The priest began to perspire heavily.

“Should we keep pretending that colorful statues, pretty hymns, and wicked Church picnics are going to make any difference with the lewd ‘double life’ the people are leading?”   Bud raced to the edge of the desk, leaned forward, smirking daringly into the priest’s face.   Bud’s voice echoed within the room.

Was this the priest’s Waterloo?  His Appomattox? His personal Armageddon?  Or, was it the beginning of the end of all mankind?  The answer was not available for the moment.  Instead, O’Brien drew a folded handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed the perspiration from about his face.  His diseased arm lay limply on his lap, and it appeared hard and swollen with a pale greenish color in varying degrees.

Sudden feverish flashes out of the past appeared in O’Brien’s memory. His Theology Studies at Jackson Seminary.  The beautiful choir and the crucifix held high before the long row of graduating priests.  He recalled his first administrating of the Eucharist (“The Body of Christ,”  “The Body of Christ…”) going from one parishioner to the next.  His first sermon before a live laity (“The New Creation begins—-we are The New Creation…’’ the sermon started.) And one of his most remember able Confessionals (“Father,  I have gravely sinned, I have murdered…”) between the priest and a middle-aged lady.)

“Are you so sure you have any of the answers?   Is not the Church a sinking ship that every able-bodied is trying to abandon by changing its doctrines and meaning to suite their own comfortable philosophy?”  Bud said angrily, tauntingly pacing the floor in front of the desk, “That is, farther, if the doctrines of the Catholic Church are even accurate to begin with!  Why, Concordant translators of the original Greek say there is no such thing as ‘everlasting hellfire’ in the Greek, the original Greek speaks only of ‘age-lasting chastisement,’”  Bud picked the Jerusalem Bible up and then brought it down again with a slap, “they say that King James saw only what he wanted to see in the original manuscripts.  They say that the doctrine of the Trinity wasn’t a part of the original.   They say that two-thirds of the Old and New Testament prophecies pertain to our own present-day age and the destruction to come upon us!”

The priest wanted to interrupt Bud’s soliloquy but his pain prevented him from interjecting and he sat immobile in torture, his arm riddled with throbbing pulsations.  Bud continued:

“They say Catholicism is replete with Paganism  —-  from its inception to the present day!  They say the Church is the ‘whore’ mentioned in the Book of Revelations and that the Church is in apostasy.   You see, Father, I’ve read a little!”

(Bud’s memory took him momentarily to another cloudy day.  Bud had slowly  walked to the front of an old Catholic Church and observed the Church’s medieval-style architecture.  In the center of the towering steeples was the stature of some famous  Catholic Bishop from a century now lost behind us.  The statue’s nose was chipped and a few fingers were missing from the hand which was grasping a shepherd’s staff. Because of this vandalism, a mystery to passerby’s, the parishioners enclosed the statue in a hard plastic booth.   What an odd religion, Bud had thought, and Bud immediately began to recall the conflicting views he had read in the circulars of the Baptists and Jehovah’s Witnesses that had been placed in the front screen door  from time to time.)

As the priest tried to sit erect, he began to cough, and small strains of saliva dribbled out of his mouth, but he held the spit back successfully by coughing.   He felt very nauseated, and he wanted to make a formal prayer, but what resulted was only a crushed alibi: Satan, why did you tempt me with such an amiable boy, turned dragon?   Where there had been hope last month, now had turned into a curse.

(“Eugene,”  the Archbishop told the priest several weeks before, “you’ve been doing  a very able job at Saint Matthew’s.  You know it, and I know it.  But from what the doctor’s report is saying, your health is failing and the X-rays on your arm don’t look promising.”

(“We have some major projects going on here at Saint Matthew’s,”  the priest retorted.

(“Yes, well, I think you’ll understand that I have to look after my people.  You’ve always wanted to go to France and Lourdes.  Well, go, and with my blessing!  And when you come back, you will find that God will still provide you with a task in keeping with your strength.” )

“Satan is a myth!”  the intense lips of the teenager continued,  “The Scriptures are a myth!   And now, are you so sure, Father, that you too aren’t a myth?”

“What of the realities?  Nobody can deny the realities?”  the priest rocked forwards as if to stand, but all he could do was to continue to feel the neurological stings of his disease.  ‘‘Spiritual realities!  What of Love?”

“Love?  Is it love that caused my bother  to die from venereal disease?  Is it love that caused the massacre of thousands of infants in Red China during the ‘purge’?  Was it love that allowed my mother to divorce my father, ruining the best years of my life?   And what about the news headlines, or, is that a myth also?   Is this all there is of the New Creation?”

Bud was now swirling around and around in the room as if to lecture to an invisible assembly gathered high above him.

“I am a priest!  I am to give you answers!  You must ‘Love’!”  

The room began to swirl about Father O’Brien now as he tried to raise to his feet, holding a tight grip to the edge of the desk.  “You must ‘Love’!”

“Oh, I’ll love all right, Father.  I’m going to plow every able-bodied—-and maybe not so able-bodied—-female, one by one, in a bed, or any other place I can screw them.  I’ll get mine!”   Don’t fool me, old man, Bud angrily jeered to himself.   “Drugs, liquor,  excess—we’ll freak out, man: and in the end we’ll have ‘loved,’ yeah, sure, will have….’’

“You must ‘Love’!”  the feeble priest demanded pounding his knuckles into the desktop, his face aflame with agony and his body quivering in exasperation.  “You must ‘love,’ for God’s sake,  ‘Love’!”

Instantaneously, the office door smashed against the office wall!  The black smock of a fellow  priest tore from a rack and thudded against the office window!   Pencils and pens in a desk canister rose vertically several feet , suspended momentarily, and then went crashing against a wall.  An accompanying office chair flipped completely over.  In true poltergeist fashion,  books on the office shelf propelled out into the office.

A fellow priest, Father Raymond Herbert, as well as the white apron of the housekeeper, appeared into the matrix.    “Father O’Brien!” came the startled voice of Father Herbert.   “Get out of here!’’ shouted the housekeeper.  Bud could feel someone yanking on his jacket and forcing the boy out of the office.   “Get out of here, you beast!   Get!”  The housekeeper was waving a broom in Bud’s face.  Swap, lash, slap!  Bud felt a peculiar exhaustion as if in a boxing match: everything was happening so suddenly.

The screen door slammed into his face, and Bud quickly got a glimpse of the elderly Father O’Brien being led into the hallway: no longer the stout priest who Bud had spoken to over the previous weeks, but a decrepit old man, doubled-up in in pain, whimpering as they led the priest to the stairway.

Bud exhaustingly found himself looking down at his shoes and outside of the thick rectory door.   Stunned,  Bud stood staring momentarily at his feet.  Then he slowly walked across the lawn pillared by the forlorn evergreens.  He glanced over his shoulder to see the stairway light turn on. The haunting sounds of the river businesses were being accompanied by rain drizzle.

Bud looked at one window on the second floor of the church rectory that he knew would light up any minute.  It, however, seemed like an eternity, but finally a glow arose from within the room.   Its yellow radiance stood out as a beacon in the darkened neighborhood.

Bud began to bite his lip as he was choking on his emotions.  He knew now that the priest was no enemy:  He could tell the difference between the teardrops and the raindrops on his cheeks—-he continually cried until near midnight when the light no longer shone from the priest’s window and another day was about to begin.

Mary Jane would just have to wait indefinitely.  Tonight, Bud had felt and learned of a special and  unique‘love.’

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The Late, Great Planet Serpo

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Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2014
This article was published in the September 7 through 13, 2014 issues of UFO Digest.
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Anonymous” introduced an UFO Internet thread list to Victor Martinez in 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2011 telling of a supposed highly classified “Top Secret Codewood” about an interstellar Exchange Program in which twelve U.S military personnel arrived by alien spaceship in 1965 on a planet popularly known as Serpo.

Monitored by the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA), Project Crystal Knight, bits and pieces of this adventure was disclosed by “Anonymous” on Bill Ryan’s website. A mysterious “Red Book” was discussed as a compendium of our relationship with UFO intelligence “from 1947 to the present day.”

“Although he never mentions it,” said Author Len Kasten, “it seems very likely that he is, or has been a member of Majestic 12 (MJ-12), the secret organization set up by President Harry S. Truman to deal with extraterrestrial affairs.”

(Secret Journey to Planet Serpo, Len Kasten, Bear & Company, One Park Street, Rochester, Vermont, 05767, www.bearandcompanybooks.com, 2013, 282 pages, $18.00.)

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GERMANY AND THE SOCIETY OF GREEN MEN.

According to Kasten, the most influential person in the history of UFOs and extraterrestrials was Karl Ernst Haushofer who blended the “ultra nationalistic, militaristic and fascist” Japanese Black Dragons with the occult-based 1918 Thule Society.

“It is now well known that German aeronautical engineers were working on antigravity discs beginning in 1933,” said Kasten. “And by 1945 they had developed a highly sophisticated circular craft that was able to fly at very high altitudes and with incredible speed using electromagnetic propulsion technology.”

Largely a small Buddhist Monastic sect possessing occult and black magical power created Nazi inspiration: The Green Dragons, Society of Green Men; this cabal taught German militarists the power of astral travel and visits to a “snake world” of a serpent race called the Negas.

“It is said to be a massive, seven-level complex of huge caverns and tunnels, deep underground,” said Kasten. The teachings of the Green Dragons led directly into the Nazi Aryan Race doctrines..

THE EXPANSION OF GOTTERDAMMERUNG.

Nazi Germany eventually expanded into a Fourth Reich with seeds of a Wunderwaffee (Wonder Weapon), Twilight of the Gods, the Haunebu I and II, the “dreadnought,” that finalized into an integrated space program in the United States. Chief regime components were shipped and secreted to Neuschwabenland in Antarctica that had been established through 1930’s and 1940’s. Neu Berlin housed a community of about forty thousand civilians by the end of the war; a German-Japanese crew attempted a suicide space mission to Mars in 1945.

An armada headed by the late Admiral Richard E. Byrd, sent to squelch the Nazi operation, was surprised in 1947 by unexpected Nazi flying discs.

“Now certain that the Third Reich had survived in Antarctica and had perfected their flying discs,” said Kasten, “it is likely that alarm, and even panic, prevailed at the Pentagon.”

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With the crash of alien discs in New Mexico in 1947 (as well as other places), a completely new game plan had to be invented.  An alien that was detained but treated well by American military forces, contacted its home planet and eventually repatriated. The story continued by claiming that this led to the establishment of some sort of relationship between the American government and the people of its home world – said to be a planet of the binary star system Zeta Reticuli.

Further disc crashes and capture of extraterrestrial biological entities (EBEs) “opened up an entirely new era of our planet history.”  An Executive Summary, The Red Book, was supervised by “Anonymous.”

Zeta Reticuli had a history in ufology (including the Betty and Barney Hill abduction and the Bob Lazar story), having been claimed as the home system of an alien race called the Greys.

“It was the first baby step for Earth on the stage of galactic affairs,” said Kasten, “and it initiated a lasting alliance between the United States and civilization on a distant planet.”.

VISIT FROM ZETA RETICULI.

“…the Ebens did send another scout craft to Earth,” said Kasten, “on May 20, 1953. And that craft did not crash – it landed.”

The four Ebens were taken to the Los Alamos Laboratories. The craft went to a Nevada test site.

Intelligence “turf wars,” well into the 1960’s, the Kennedy Administration, all prefaced the creation of an “exchange program” with the Ebens that had scientists go to their home planet of Serpo.  Majestic-12 clandestinely supervised the events.

Portions of the book described the selection and training of the Serpos astronauts and their scheduled landings on Serpo. Readers are best to determine for themselves the “guts” of the book that described the adventures of our astronauts on Serpo. Those events were laced through various narratives about the life of the Ebens and their inventions that, frankly, resembled “campy” science fiction on a 1950’s television series. Movie producer Steven Spielberg was supposedly “leaked” classified UFO files. The late scientist Carl Sagan, said to be part of the Serpo adventure, supported its planning..

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Movie Scene Replicating a Serpo Crew.

“Evidently, the actions of every Eben were controlled by orders or directions from a central authority via the device worn on the belt,” said Kasten, “and the movements of the sun. The central authority is apparently an agency of the council of governors, so named by the Team. This makes the Eben populace almost robotic. It would even be appropriate to use the term enslaved.”.

THE RETURN AND QUESTIONS.

After thirteen years on Serpo, the crew returned to earth on August 18, 1978. Two remained on Serpo. Military debriefing ran from 1978 until 1984. The Air Force Office of Special Investigation (AFOSI) became the astronauts’ “handlers.”.

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The Mysterious World of Serpo.

The Ebens did return on November 11, 2010 and November 2012.  A Final Report was written in 1980.

Kasten had an easy, and sometimes polished, style of writing and a few acclaimed books to his name; unfortunately, as it so happened in so many UFO ‘legends,’ the “tide can turn” with the swell of investigations that researched beneath the surface. “All that glittered was not gold.”

Questions had risen about the events described in the book. Steve Erdmann saw gaping holes in Kasten’s Eben history. It seemed that a lot of alleged UFO history activity was taking place as a continual basis on Earth, despite the sketchy “trips” from Serpo in 1947, 1953, 1965, 2010 and 2012. A whole range of UFO activity existed since 1947. This history included the testimony of a co-pilot, Mike Dinan, one of two airline pilots who were directed away from Area 51 in 1988 during multiple “lights” zipping at terrific speeds onto a landing strip (The Unexplained Files, “Paranormal Highway of America”, Chuck Zuchowski, investigator, Sean Smith, director). What was the progenitor of all this UFO activity for the past 67 years?

Further alleged UFO bustle could be seen in another book that highlighted various fluid UFO activities..

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RAECHEL’S EYES.

The Serpo story, in several ways, seemed to resemble the same story line of fiction possibly fostered off as fact in the book Raechel’s Eyes: coauthored by Helen Littrell and Jean Bilodeaux and published by Wild Flower Press, 2005.  The authors tell the story of a teenage female hybrid called Raechel and her attempt to “pass” among humans as one of them.

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“Raechel” – Helen Littrell

An unusual roommate showed up named “Raechel Nadien” in the book and “Racheal” with a differently spelled last name in the ARC Dean of Enrollment Services confirmation at a nearby school. With Racheal was her “father,” USAF Colonel “Harry Nadien.”  The Colonel would eventually tell Helen and Marisa (two characters in the book) that he had worked since 1956 at a highly classified underground facility called “Four Corners” many miles south of Ely, Nevada.  This was a connection point in route to the northern edge of Area 51, Groom Lake, Nellis AFB, Nevada — long associated with secretly housing a few live extraterrestrials and trying to back-engineer extraterrestrial craft and technologies..

http://www.earthfiles.com/2014/05/30/part-1-racheals-e-t-human-hybrid-eyes/.

The problem with such similar and multiple scenarios is that they left incongruous cracks in the tales of extraterrestrials coming to earth.  In the case of  Raechel Nadien and fellow ET visitors, visits to ATIC and other secret areas were regular and often: there were no allusions to Serpo and those clandestine visits, though Nadien’s space traffic was systematic.  I am quite sure that the ‘tellers’ of such tales would act quickly to repair these cracks, but, perhaps revealing only more ‘cracks.’

The “Eyes” book began with Air Force Colonel Harry Nadien, the man who in the 1970s presented himself as Raechel’s father and his assignment in 1956 to Four Corners, a secret military base in Nevada, where it was believed that several times a year craft carrying extraterrestrials would land; Raechel appeared in the 1970’s. Did Colonel Nadien tell anyone or Marisa the entire story about how he came to be involved with aliens and how he adopted Raechel as his daughter? Again, the story alluded to much UFO traffic..

http://paolaharris.com/english/home-page/breaking-news-helen-littrell-comes-forth-permits-videotaped-interview-by-researcher-paola-harris-after-8-years-the-truth-behind-raechels-eyes.

Unfortunately, some investigators found further into their investigations a disappointing mixed bag of events in the Serpo tale:

Author and filmmaker Linda Moulton-Howe had been informed about an Earth/alien exchange program in 1983, when doing research for UFOs: The ET Factor, a documentary for HBO. Given approval by his superiors to allow her to Top Secret Air Force information and video footage in her documentary, Air Force Sergeant Richard C. Doty approached Linda..

RICHARD DOTY, GOVERNMENT FOUL.

“Some of the information, Doty said, involved an alleged exchange program of humans who left Holloman Air Force Base in 1964 for Zeta Reticuli. Howe was told that three humans went but one died on the alien planet; one went insane (but there was no information on his fate); and one returned to Earth and was then living in a U.S. government safe house on an undisclosed island.”.

https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/sociopol_projectSERPO08.htm.

One criticism of Project Serpo stems from the lack of forensic proof of one of its alleged witnesses, Sergeant Richard Doty. Doty has been involved in other mysterious UFO-related activities (see Majestic 12 and Paul Bennewitz); he appeared to be a discredited source (or a purposeful provider of disinformation). Additionally, there is no physical evidence supporting the project’s existence. According to Tim Swartz of Mysteries Magazine, Doty, who promised evidence to Moulton Howe, before he began to back out, has been involved in circulating several other UFO conspiracy stories. Swartz also expressed the opinion that the specifics of Project Serpo have diverged considerably with different versions. It was alleged that the entire series of posts were designed to be “viral marketing” for a new book by Doty..

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.(“FALCON: Sgt. Richard Dick Doty, USAF (Ret.), Special Agent, Air Force Office of Special Investigations, reported to have engaged in UFO disinformation projects, including reportedly hoaxing TV producer Linda Moulton Howe concerning availability of a tape showing a UFO landing at Holloman Air Force Base, NM.  Doty was also allegedly waging psychological warfare on Albuquerque defense electronics contractor Paul Bennewitz, concerning Bennewitz’s electronic monitoring of UFO activity around Kirtland AFB/Sandia National Laboratories, Albuquerque, reportedly causing/exacerbating a mental breakdown in Mr. Bennewitz. Reportedly, FALCON claims to have seen the Roswell Alien Autopsy film (shown worldwide August 28, 1995) some time ago at Los Alamos National Laboratory.”) .

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2014/aug/14/men-in-black-ufo-sightings-mirage-makers-movie.

An investigative film entitled Mirage Men was extracted from the 2010 book of the same name by the British author Mark Pilkington, who is also involved here as writer, producer and onscreen talking head. The film was highly focused, converging on the U.S., specifically a handful of well-known figures and events in UFO circles. One paramount player in both the book and film is Richard Doty, a former counterintelligence officer with the U.S. Air Force Office of Special Investigations (AFOSI), who claimed to have spent decades deliberately spreading disinformation about extraterrestrials: “weapons of mass deception,” as one interviewee hauntingly put it. Another is UFOlogist and author William Moore, whose books included The Roswell Incident and The Philadelphia Experiment..

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Mark Pilkington.

“Mirage Men doesn’t break any new ground in discussing many of these topics: readers will find discussion of them in books ranging from Jacques Vallee’s Messengers of Deception through to Greg Bishop’s book on the deception aimed at Paul Bennewitz, Project Beta (Bishop himself appears extensively in the documentary),” said Greg in A Fractured Hall of Mirrors, 4:46 p.m., June 17, 2013.  “What it does do though is gets Richard Doty, a notoriously slippery man to corner, in front of the camera discussing the things he has done, along with a number of the other significant players. The intelligent viewer will however ask why Rick Doty came forward willingly to be an interview subject for this documentary, given every move he has made on the UFO topic seems to have been precisely calculated to have a certain effect.   He seemingly has no reason to offer all this information.

So why is he doing it? And why does he admit to so much, but then deny involvement with Serpo when investigators seem to have caught him red-handed (via email IP addresses)?”.

https://ufologie.patrickgross.org/htm/serpo.htm.

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Artist Conception of the Serpo Crew Contact.
DEVIL IN THE DETAILS.

Further criticisms of the story included the usual arguments against the various UFO theories, descriptions of the UFO data, and faster-than-light travel, as well as astronomical knowledge of the Zeta Reticuli system.  A list of complaints (though not the final count) went as follows:

  • There was currently no evidence of life in the system and no evidence of planets because the stars are widely separated (several thousand astronomical units).
  • Zeta Reticuli was not a close binary: the two stars are one light year apart.
  • Claims of excess radiation because of the presence of a second star are nonsensical.
  • UFO researcher Greg Bishop quoted “Request Anonymous” in “Serpo Was a Big Fat Fake” (UFO Mystic, Thursday, February 22, 2007 [7:30 p.m. CST].): “The 12 remained until 1978, when they were returned to the same location in Nevada.  Seven men and one woman returned.  Two died on the alien’s home planet.  Four others decided to remain, according to the returnees. Of the eight that returned, all have died.  The last survivor died in 2002.”  Bishop pointed out a simple error: The math is wrong.  How could eight people return to Earth out of twelve when two died on the planet and four decided to remain?
https://www.sott.net/article/124496-Abovetopsecret-com-Project-Serpo-Psy-ops-and-the-Pentagons-Flying-Fish
  • “Anonymous” claimed that Ebens weighed the equipment of the Team, which calculated to 4.5 tons or 9,000 pounds. Allegedly, military style C-Rations were carefully planned for 10 years. However, the true math, instead, would be as follows: C rations, that is a box a day for each person: Weight of a box: 7 pounds, i.e. a little more than 3 kg.  There were 12 astronauts, therefore 36 kilos per day. Per annum: 13 tons. For ten years that, however, would be 130 tons.
https://ufologie.patrickgross.org/htm/serpo.htm
  • “In the UFO hoax stakes this is still way below UMMO (another sophisticated tale eventually discovered to be a hoax…S.E.); the science fiction is derivative; the story is obvious rubbish, with absurdities such as humans actually being able to eat alien food,” said reviewer Roger Rogerson. “The society makes little sense as a source of advanced technology.  If they think they can make a film out of this, I reckon that Steven Spielberg and the creators of Star Trek would both have a good case for plagiarism.”
https://ufosrealorhoax.blogspot.com/2014/?m=1

(Roger Caleb Rogerson is a former Detective Sergeant of the New South Wales Police Force. He was one of its most decorated officers, having received at least 13 awards for bravery, outstanding police-officer-ship and devotion to duty including the Peter Mitchell Trophy, the highest annual police award.  Sadly, as the ironies of Fate would have it, Rogerson stepped into crime and in a final trial on 15 June 2016, Rogerson and Glen McNamara were found guilty of  Jamie Gao’s murder.)

  • According to Tim Swartz of Mysteries Magazine, Doty, who promised evidence to Moulton Howe before backing out, has been involved in circulating several other UFO conspiracy stories. Swartz also expressed that the details of Project Serpo have varied considerably with different accounts.  It has been alleged that the entire series of posts were designed to be viral marketing for a new book by Doty..

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Author Tim Swartz.

As can be seen, on a more fundamental level, it is entirely possible that the messages originating the story were deliberate hoaxes.  The postings were to Internet forums that cover conspiracy theories and UFOs, and a cursory examination of such forums shows that hoaxes are very possible. Some UFOlogists have even claimed that the messages were a hoax perpetrated by the American military and intelligence communities as a cover for real secret programs..

http://alienjigsaw.com/milabs-psyops/MILABs-REABs-and-the-New-MKULTRA.html.

All of the information presented to Victor Martinez and Bill Ryan by ‘Request Anonymous’ came in fact from Richard C. Doty.   Martinez may have suspected Doty’s involvement, but Bill Ryan knew from the very start that he was getting the Serpo material directly from the former AFOSI security guard. Doty has continuously denied being involved in the story, despite the mountains of evidence to the contrary. In addition to Doty, Martinez and Ryan, the behind the scenes ‘Team of Five’ who collaborated extensively on the project is completed by Dr. Christopher ‘Kit’ Green – a former analyst with the CIA, and physicist Dr. Harold (Hal) E. Puthoff.   “The material to follow will show that Serpo was not a lone-gunman operation, but collaboration between three friends, who between them already had many years’ experience of scamming the UFO community.   This investigation, told in full for the first time, is the precursor to our main report into the Imaginary Intelligence Agency, a group also known under the name Scammers Inc.”.

http://theunexplainedmysteries.com/2018/02/05/project-serpo-exchange-program-aliens-humans/

Bill Ryan, a chief proponent of publicizing the Project Serpo claims, announced on March 5, 2007 that he was stepping down from his role as webmaster for the Serpo material. Ryan nevertheless maintained his belief that an extraterrestrial exchange program did occur – although he stated that the Serpo releases definitely contained disinformation..

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Planetary_objects_proposed_in_religion,_astrology,_ufology_and_pseudoscience#Serpo%EF%BB%BF.
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UFOlogist Bill Ryan

.SERPO, A FINAL ANALYSIS.

An investigator that went by the alias of “ryguy” said he was fortunate to intercept raw emails from the hidden players in the hoax. On Sunday, May 20, 2007, 1:09 p.m., Ryguy said:

“Our team of researchers determined that TheWizardofZin@lycos.com was the original ‘Anon’s’ email address, and ‘Sylvester McCoglin’ the name behind Anonymous.

“In an effort to identify who in fact was behind the Serpo story, an email account was created called the wizardofzin@yahoo.com and on February 16, 2006, an email from this account was sent to Victor Martinez. Victor responded just over 30 minutes later.”

Steve Erdmann presented some of them, uncleansed and in virgin form. Readers examined and deciphered them:

“[From Sylvester]
“Victor:
We must be careful. TRUST NO ONE!!!
You were NOT FIRED.
WE WERE FIRED.
“I now need your help to identify the imposters.
DO NOT SHARE THIS MESSAGE WITH ANYONE
Send me copies of ALL Messages you have from me and
the imposter. THEY MUST BE EXPOSED TO MY SUPERIORS SO
THAT WE MAY PROCEED.
“I will explain more soon. The lycos address is
compromised. Give this address to NO ONE and do not
tell anyone that we are in contact.
reply immediately. I miss our chats.
SM.”

“[Reply from Victor]
“SYLVESTER:
“WOW! I have tried sending messages to THIS lycos address but they have
ALL bounced, so I removed you from my stream e-mail list as of two (2)
weeks ago. WHAT happened?! WHO was sending the postings? Bill Ryan
has been getting ALL of the postings, NOT me so I have NO messages to
forward to you at all!
“Also, per your request, I ERASED ALL of your e-mails prior to Dec
19/20, so there are NONE to compare them with! I RESPECTED YOUR WISHES.
“MANY people have suspected that Bill was dealing with an IMPOSTER
because his streams had a different “feel” to them than mine. What I
can do is stream the postings since you left,… would you like those?
REPLY IMMEDIATELY!”

“Editor comment:
1. The Lycos email account has been inactive since last December.
2. Why would the original Anonymous have asked Victor to delete the original emails?

“Victor continues his due diligence in authenticating thewizardofzin@yahoo.com as his original ‘Anon’.
“As you will notice, even before doing this authentication, Victor acknowledges sending a ‘flurry of emails’ to this address.”

“[From Victor]
“SYLVESTER:
I am 99.99% CERTAIN that it is ‘you’ by a key phrase you used of  ‘I
miss our chats.’ [me too!]

“But you also said ‘TRUST NO ONE!’ so this should include YOU, should it
not?

“OK, so to make 100% CERTAIN that it’s the “old” ANONYMOUS, let me ask
you two (2) ‘trivia’ questions which you should be able to answer
easily:

“1) When was your LAST posting sent to me which comprised the journal
entries for POSTING #11?

“2) Pull out a trivia question from your OLD lycos.com account and then
answer your own question and send it to me at your NEW yahoo.com
account,… how’s that for MY being careful?

“I just sent you a flurry of e-mails catching you up with Everything
that’s been going on.

“FLASH: ‘Project SERPO’ is on the FRONT COVER of the new Feb/March
issue of ‘UFO Magazine’ with virtually the ENTIRE issue devoted to it! CHECK
IT OUT! I’ll send you and the members of the DIA-6 ALL copies of it if
you wish!

“NOTE: I will NOT include this new e-mail address in new future
postings just to make SURE that your ID is NOT compromised; I’ll send you any
future postings privately and to you ONLY; no ‘cc’s’ OK?

“AC-626 358-xxxx – landline
AC-626 824-xxxx – cellphone.”

Reality Uncovered investigators tried to untangle the mishmash of names and researchers that have been deliberately and, perhaps, unfortunately sewn together in order to bolster the claims of Anonymous and supporters; Ron Pandolfi was one such individual caught in the web: 

There were a few things people should know about the incident Gary referred to, where Ron and Green appeared to be discussing the “Serpo” hoax.  The facts were as follows:

– Ron Pandolfi did not volunteer his time or attention to the hoax – he was contacted and drawn into it (possibly intentionally) by Dr. Green.

– Ron conducted an unofficial, brief query regarding a few alleged DIA names that Dr. Green told Ron Pandolfi might be relevant and important.

– In the course of trying to ascertain where the names Dr. Green received came from, Ron Pandolfi interviewed Rick Doty via email.

– All of the above activities were done out of a personal, private request from his friend Kit Green – otherwise Pandolfi would have had no interest in this drama

“From: Ronald Pandolfi [mailto:xxxxx@cox.net]
Sent: Sat 9/2/2006 2:29 PM
“To: Green, Christopher
Subject: RE: PRIVATE: Search For Two DIA Sources

“Kit,

“I was not with you during the meeting you had with Barry Hennessey about Rick’s polygraph records.  The meeting you and I participated in included Barry Hennessey, Col. Weaver, and the CIA CI Director and did not involve any discussion of Rick’s polygraph records. So the quote from Ms. Loscowski regarding what I did and the circumstances of the meeting could not have been correct.  More likely the person who claimed to be Ms. Loscowski described what she had read on the Internet concerning the fabricated story that you and I had met with Barry Hennessy to discuss Rick’s polygraph records. Therefore, the lady who contacted you most likely was not Col.Weaver.

“Your expansion of the story of the two DIA employees visiting LANL and being known to others has me concerned.  The names you provided do not correspond to any DIA employees. There are no people with those names that have TS//SCI clearances.  If the story of the sources/visitors is true, they are falsely representing themselves as DIA employees, possibly to access sensitive facilities and acquire classified information for a foreign service.

“I am nearly certain that Rick fabricated this entire story, and that he is Mr. Anonymous, Ms. Loscowski, and the two DIA sources/visitors.  If so, Rick may just be having a good time, and we need not be concerned for national security.  If not, there may actually be a network of foreign agents penetrating some of our most sensitive facilities under the false flag of a DIA operation.  Therefore please be very clear in describing the form of communications you had with Ms. Loscowski (e.g. phone, e-mail, etc.); how you acquired the additional background concerning the DIA sources visitors; and what you know of about the many people who know them.

Ron .”.

RYGUY’S FINAL SUMMATION.

“On February of 2006, in collaboration with the RU research team (at the time), I wrote part 9 of the Serpo expose – which combined a long communication stream that took place between Marilyn Ruben, myself, and Kit Green, as well as background research conducted by the team, mostly by Hidden Hand on the Rubens.  The resulting article concluded as follows:

“With the publication of this article, I am personally concluding my research into Serpo. My personal focus will no longer be on this hoax, but instead on the larger issues where individuals have been involved, both inside and outside of U.S. Intel for many years.  The larger issue of what the government truly knows (or doesn’t know), what incidents remain unexplained that represent authentic sightings and encounters, and how all governments have dealt, and continue to deal with such phenomenon.

“Since that article, we have worked to move our focus away from the Serpo drama and to follow the leads related more to government intelligence associated with ufology, and talking with researchers who focus more on intel, counterintel, and espionage.  These are researchers who also recognize the same patterns that we’ve recognized can be found running through ufological stories and folklore for many decades.

“One particular thread of inquiry has brought us back to this article from last year. New data has now become available that sheds new light on the ‘TC/Seinu Group.’   In light of this new data, it would be inaccurate and unscientific if I didn’t correct part of my previous conclusion from a year ago, and replace it with data that more accurately replaces that previous conclusion.  The first step is to correct that previous conclusion.

“The conclusion was as follows:

“The legend of Serpo will be that it was a fabrication of Collins and Rick, as part of a viral marketing plan to generate buzz and interest for a book. It is this writer’s conclusion that the only ones ‘behind’ Rick Doty, in the creation of this hoaxed information, were Bob Collins and Douglas and Marilyn Ruben.

“While the premise of the entire article was accurate – laying out the connections of a book promoter to this particular book author, as well as the fact that a collaborator (Doty) of the author’s (regardless of their silly staged ‘arguments’) was in the process of distributing the Serpo releases – that one final paragraph was speculative and, now we realize, not completely accurate.

“While Marilyn did in fact help Collins to promote his book, and in addition assisted the team of 5 in fending off attacks that would expose Rick as the source of the releases – we have uncovered enough additional information to be convinced that she was not one of those who were creating these releases.

Our subsequent investigations after February 2006 have shown that there are others who are more likely to have been working with Doty in creating the releases, and so it must be pointed out, in all fairness and accuracy, that Marilyn most likely was not one those people.  The article on the main page will also be edited shortly to reflect this – Ry.”.

http://www.realityuncovered.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=871&sid=b2f4e3fa6bcd27fb606fb8c2d4153610%EF%BB%BF.
DANGERS OF DISINFORMATION CONTROL.

Ken Adachi, Editor of  http://educate-yourself.org/mc/index.shtml, said in The Ultimate Terror:

“The first phase of government mind control development grew out of the old occult techniques which required the victim to be exposed to massive psychological and physical trauma, usually beginning in infancy, in order to cause the psyche to shatter into a thousand alter personalities which can then be separately programmed to perform any function (or job) that the programmer wishes to ’install.’  Each alter personality created is separate and distinct from the front personality.  The ‘front personality’ is unaware of the existence or activities of the alter personalities.  Alter personalities can be brought to the surface by programmers or handlers using special codes, usually stored in a laptop computer.  The victim of mind control can also be affected by specific sounds, words, or actions known as triggers.

“The second phase of mind control development was refined at an underground base below Fort Hero on Montauk, Long Island (New York) and is referred to as the Montauk Project.

The earliest adolescent victims of Montauk style programming, so called Montauk Boys, were programmed using trauma-based techniques, but that method was eventually abandoned in favor of an all-electronic induction process which could be ‘installed’ in a matter of days (or even hours) instead of the many years that it took to complete trauma-based methods.”.

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The Montauk Facilities.
EVIDENCE NOT INSINUATION.

We had entered an age where the perception of reality can be created and controlled by conspirators, handlers and Power brokers that have intruded – even into the possible quantum level – upon our scientifically established world.  This should have behooved us to be evermore perceptive in distinguishing the nature of facts and findings.  A large portion of the world’s population showed a tendency to believe that UFOnauts are here today, without holding any solid scientific evidence as investigators and readers to back up these beliefs.  These citizens are especially vulnerable to psychotronic mind manipulation.

Could some aspects of such a tale somehow be truthfully hidden beneath all the rumor, entertainment and speculative clamor?  That, as is with most objective reality, had to be ‘proven’ somehow.  The byline should have existed as ‘beware.’  Modern Paranormal investigators had to be three times as smart and grounded in scientific and forensic reality over and above what practices had been in the past.

“A modern version of MK-Ultra is presently in widespread operation in many nations,” said investigative researcher Jeff Polachek, “it involves the covert implantation of classified neurotechnology into the brains and bodies of non-consenting and unaware subjects.  This is accomplished by ‘black operations’ involving home entries, complicit personnel in medical and custodial settings, and possibly other means.  The civilian population as a whole, including children, is the target.”

“Concerted efforts are made to prevent subjects from understanding what is happening to them,” continued Polachek, “amnesia is artificially induced to prevent them from recalling anything about these events, most likely by means of electrical stimulation of the claustrum or other parts of the brain using previously-implanted neurotechnology and/or the application of drugs such as anesthetics or benzodiazepines.

“The secrecy of these programs is preserved with the aid of disinformation campaigns or ‘cover stories.’  These campaigns include a number of carefully chosen themes.”.

http://www.jeffpolachek.com/mind-control/mc-exhibits/313-mc-301-common-disinformation-themes.

As readers might demand clarification about further details and proof of the Serpo story, contradictions and falsification may perforate the tale even further.  If this would happen, the summation would not be about a grandiose adventure to a distant planet, but a swansong for the late, great planet Serpo.

Author Len Kasten has a B.A. degree from Cornell University, where he majored in psychology and minored in literature and philosophy. After graduating from Cornell, he entered the U.S. Air Force Aviation Cadet program.  While in the Air Force, he experienced a UFO encounter that had a transformative effect on his life, although he did not realize it until a few years later. After serving in the Air Force, he moved to Richmond, Virginia.  On frequent trips to Virginia Beach, he spent a lot of time in the extensive New Age library at the Association for Research and Enlightenment (A.R.E.), the organization founded by psychic Edgar Cayce, where he acquired a self-education in metaphysics.  He then moved to Boston where he was introduced to Theosophy and joined the Boston Theosophical Society.

Then later, while working in Washington D.C. in the 1960’s, he felt drawn to join the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP). NICAP was the most prestigious organization in the country investigating UFO phenomena.  Len then moved to Hartford, Connecticut where he joined the American Philosopher Society.  Upon the death of the founder, Cyril Benton, Len became the president of the society. In the 1980’s, the APS, under Len’s leadership, commenced a program of weekly public lectures by prominent metaphysical and ufology researchers, writers, and leaders.  While living in Connecticut Len became the editor of an early New Age publication, Metamorphosis Magazine, co-founded with Gordon-Michael Scallion..

https://www.coasttocoastam.com/guest/kasten-len/49227.

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“Needless to say, the story is total bollocks, as the Brits would say. The reason this is coming up again right now is because of the people involved. One of them is Richard Doty, a well-known UFO fabulist, which is no surprise. He has confessed to supposedly providing disinformation to the poor, mad Paul Bennewitz on behalf of the Air Force. (I say that Bennewitz (1927-2003) was ‘mad’ because he was literally using tinfoil to keep out alien thought rays, even before he had any contact with the Air Force.)  Although in my view it’s much more likely that Doty was operating as a free-lance disinformation agent, telling B.S. stories to Bennewitz for his own inscrutable reasons.”
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https://badufos.blogspot.com/2019/03/aawsap-meets-serpo-hoax.html.
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Skinwalker Reality!

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From a stanza of the Navajo ‘Ghost Song’: Wana’yañ Ma’niye

Wana’yañ ma’niye,
Wana’yañ ma’niye.
Tata’ñka wañ ma’niye,
A’te he’ye lo,
A’te he’ye lo.

Translation:

Now he is walking,
Now he is walking.
There is a buffalo bull walking,
There is a buffalo bull walking,
Says the father,
Says the father.

An infamous ranch called the Skinwalker Ranch lies in the heart of ancient Native American Lands in Utah. A number of Indian reservations surround the ranch, influencing residents in rich, traditional culture and the spirituality of their ancestors. Asazi, Fremont, Ute, Paiute, Shossone, and Uintah Indian legends speak of “portals” to the spiritual world, often fraught with forms of witchcraft.    

There were two types of spiritual tribal shaman members: Medicine Men and Skinwalkers. Skinwalkers evolved into black magic, deception, and cursing, inflicting pain and suffering. They could not enter the dwellings of victims (unless invited in) but could lure them into the open where they could instill fear or harm. A Skinwalker was a shape-shifter, often a mortal man, but also a women or child, that could appear as an animal (a wolf, bear or eagle) extending those attributes and traveling by supernatural means.

A typical story involved a female Indian newspaper deliverer whose automobile was accosted by a “half man, half beast” with red eyes and a “misshapen” arm, opening her car door and trying to grab her baby. She managed to drive her car off, but the creature kept pace with her vehicle and still attempted kidnapping. When she pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store, the patrons chased the creature away.

STALKING THE SKINWALKER

By: 

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C,  Steve Erdmann, 2015
This article was published in the April 21 through May 10, 2015 issues of UFO Digest
It is published here with permission
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(Skinwalker Ranch: No Trespassing: Read at your Own Risk, Ryan Skinner, D. l Wallace, Create Space Independent Publishing Platform, www.skinwalkerranch.com (org), Charleston, S.C, November 13, 2014, 266 pages, $13.95.)

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The Skinwalker Ranch (known for reports of hyper-mysterious happenings) “consists of 480 acres located in North-East Utah south of US Interstate 40, which enters Utah from North-Western Colorado, winds through miles of sparsely populated territory – interrupted only by the city of Ver Nal and passes through Ballard on its way west.”

The Ranch property is located along the southern border of the Uintah-Quray Indian Reservation near the Bottle Hollow Reservoir, north of the Ranch; Road 27505 leads from Hill Top Road east along the northern edge of the Ranch property. There is a North Gate, South Gate, and an East Gate. The ranch house is located in the north-east corner of the property. 

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The Skinwalker Ranch

BAASS AND BIGELOW

Many of the earliest strange events are related in Colm Kelleher and George Knapp’s 2005 book Hunt for the Skinwalker: Science Confronts the Unexplained at a Remote Ranch in Utah (Paraview Pocket Books, December 6, 2005).

Robert Bigelow of Bigelow Aerospace Advanced Space Studies (BAASS) bought the property in 1996 and established the National Institute for Discovery Science (NIDS) to investigate many of the incidents. About 2009, Bigelow entered into a short-lived agreement with the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON).

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Gate Leading to the Skinwalker Ranch

Indian legends in that area bespoke of a Trans mutative creature, both half animal, and half human. Some creatures took the form of “apparitions and whirlwinds.”

EARLY CASES

Earliest records indicate that a Ken Meyers and his wife Edith lived on the property from the 1930s till 1987. Not much was reported about paranormal activity on the ranch then, but the local Indians had a “wage pool” as to how long the Meyers would stay “before being driven off.”

The Meyers had placed deadbolt locks on almost all the doors, even inside of the house. The Meyers also owned large and unfriendly dogs chained just outside the door leading into the house. 

Another neighbor said one of his cows disappeared about 1996. And the man’s nephew, Dean Derhak of Salt Lake City, said he was riding a horse on his uncle’s property in 1980 when he saw a silver sphere on the ground of what later became the Sherman ranch.

“It was fairly big, about 30 to 40 feet wide. It looked like a bowl upside down,” said Derhak, who was eleven-years-of-age at the time. “It scared me and I took off.”

The farm was bought by Terry and Gwen Sherman in 1994. One of the first phenomena the Shermans noticed were geometric circles of varying diameters that appeared as if some heavy bodies left their impressions.

Further investigation, however, revealed three of the families living nearby have experienced unusual activity. The Uintah County Sheriff’s Office confirmed that John Garcia, who lives east of the ranch, reported two of his cows were mutilated earlier in 1996.

Some of Sherman’s cattle were found to be mutilated, drained of blood; one was cored through the anus and gave off strange chemical odors. Four other cattle disappeared.  One cow appeared to have been pulled up leaving scorched branches..

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Cattle Mutilation

Roosevelt, Utah veterinarian Dan Dennis said that eventually ten mutilated cattle were reported on the Sherman ranch.

http://www.thelivingmoon.com/41pegasus/12insiders/Robert_Bigelow_001.html.

The Shermans also had their share of UFOs: strange light sightings and strange voices.  Voices were heard coming from about 25 feet over the heads of two family members. Gwen Sherman witnessed a manned aircraft, and she had witnessed a figure over seven feet tall exit the craft.

MULTIPLE UFOs

At other times, a 40-foot object and a football-field-sized aircraft (both with multi-colored lights) were sighted. Baseball-sized blue lights were seen to ‘‘both emerge from and disappear into orange-colored portals, and behaved as if controlled…hovering…(then) high speeds.” 

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UFO Photographed on the Skinwalker Ranch

In one instance, after sending three of their dogs to chase the light, one of the dogs began crying out. Later, three “greasy blobs” were found in three “scorch spots.”

Residents in the area reported seeing a “gigantic” craft with many lights. UFO historian Joseph Hicks had investigated more than 400 similar sightings in the area..

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Bigelow and NIDS had up to 15 scientists and PhDs working by 2001 at any one time on the Ranch.

A particular mutilation case involved a pregnant cow. Later, a large foot-ball-field-sized UFO was sighted. “Pete Pickup,” a NIDS investigator, noted that “while blood and tissue samples were still fresh,” a mutilated cow was found. The left eye and part of the left ear were removed “with a sharp surgical instrument.” The UFO was spotted on June 25, 2000, and had “intermittent flashing of a separate light source and making some rhythmic sound.”

STRANGE TRACKS

BAASS investigator Dr. Colm Kelleher, who had a Ph.D. in Biochemistry from Holy Trinity in Dublin, interviewed two Ranch investigators who photographed and recorded strange tracks. The two investigators (designated as investigators 1 and 2) reported a howl and a “distinct, foul odor” that the family reported to them. The smell was described as “very putrid sulfur, rotten flesh.”

Investigators next discovered and photographed strange tracks on the property (p. 51). The tracks appeared to have had a strange “gait” or step in the snow. An Indian administrator, who was very familiar with wildlife trails, could not identify the tracks.

“And there was no snow kicked up in front of these tracks,” said investigator 1. “There was no snow kicked behind the tracks. Whatever left these tracks (that) we obtained video and photographs of, walked up not only with great dexterity but easily.”          

Kelleher and the investigators discussed reports of a creature that was reported in the Fort Duchesne area, jumping “literally from roof to roof,” about four houses and then disappeared. The creature was described as a muscular, hairy creature with “big round eyes” and pointed ears.

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Artist Depiction of the Skinwalker

“Whatever, it was proved elusive. The surveillance cameras that were installed atop telephone poles were attacked and dismantled, but whatever did it was invisible. Dr. Colm Kelleher of NIDS said, ‘We checked the time stamps on this pole versus this pole. We looked at when the camera lost power and nothing was on the tape. There should have been something visible because the range of these things is pretty good.’ As yet, the mystery of Skinwalker Ranch remains unsolved. Kelleher said, ‘If anything, it has created more questions that I had when I came into this thing.’”

BURIAL GROUNDS AND BALLS OF LIGHT

BAASS investigator collected reports of hovering lights, orbs of light, as well as reports of a “two-legged creature, dog” – seen sometimes near Indian or tribal burial grounds along the mesa known as Skinwalker Ridge.

“…I asked Bob (a witness) about the smell associated with this dog creature because everybody has talked about his smell,” said one investigator. “Horrible, horrible smell.”

Ryan Skinner tells the readers about balls of light that landed with “black, thick smoke” that materialized into a “wolf.”  Skinner says that sightings of the wolf “have been around the property for at least 30 years and there is a picture of it on the internet, and it hasn’t aged a day.”

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The Wolf Spirit.

A number of ‘Remote Viewers’ applied their talents and came to a varied and confusing picture: “The psychic images perceived both individually and collectively by the viewers are general and without much detail.”

“The phenomena is mostly hallucinations,” says Skinner, “there may be some spirits from Indian grounds – not too sure; I also believe what you see/experience is purely on what mindset you have.”

INVESTIGATORS: TRIPOD, HOBBY HORSE, AND OTHERS

Logs of investigators “Tripod” and “Hobby Horse” ran the gamut of mysterious events: a missing knife, a sighting of a blue UFO, orb phenomena, poltergeist happenings, mystery sounds, camera malfunctions, shadow images, and medium phenomena.

“On the other hand,” says Skinner, “both the Ouija Board experiment and the experiences provided by Rocky suggest a yet strong presence of the spirituality associated with the original Native American inhabitants of the region, and which manifests itself in the form of paranormal entities such as Shadow People and the Skinwalker.”

Investigator “Ranch Hand” speculated that the “presence” moves in and out of some “dimensional portal” and are “relative to the state of mind and level of the expectations of the individual.”.

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A depiction of a Skinwalker

Another investigator named “Rich” gave his suggestions as to what is taking place on the Ranch:

# The phenomena seems to be a “nexus” of all kinds of alien activity, the traditional as well as the atypical.

#  Humans are the key to something that holds importance to them. They need ‘us’ to survive.

# Sometimes ‘abduction’ should be viewed as a universal, spiritual experience, maybe even a karmic contract..

           FURTHER STRANGE INCIDENTS       

Other Ranch investigators spoke of further paranormal happenings. “Jeremy K” told of his encounters: “My experience involves seeing strange lights, white, blue, red and faint cloudy lights. Also very weird noises in the river bottom near the line of cotton trees. I could actually hear something very large breathing, but with light feet. I would get within 20 to 30 feet of me and freeze.”

Ryan Skinner speaks about the reports of a mystery helicopter that he has also seen. The helicopter made no noise. Investigator “Jeremy K” said on November 6, 2013: “We sat down and there was a completely blacked out helicopter flying above and around us. It was the weirdest thing. You couldn’t hear standard helicopter noises.” (p. 197)

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Mystery Helicopters

Skinner presents stories and testimonies from neighbors and Indians associated with the Skinwalker Mesa. Most offer interesting insights as to what could be happening there.

Using a typical UFO sighting as an example, Skinner shares some of his personal feelings about witnesses that seem indifferent to their contact with the paranormal.

“I never could fathom people’s reactions to seeing one of these things,” says Skinner. “It was like a mental defensive block or something. People for the most part absolutely were frightened to death. So they ignored it totally.” 

Skinner tells of a UFO ‘disc’ hovering over a baseball game, for nearly twenty minutes, everyone looked once, and then ignored the UFO. “I can’t explain reactions like that, can you?” asks Skinner. “I wondered was it (the UFO) spraying those zombies with pixie dust or what?” 

OTHER HOT SPOTS

The Utah Ranch is not the only “Hot spot” Skinner writes about. There are, apparently, other areas of concentrated paranormal activity around the globe, similar to the Skinwalker mesa. Skinner talks about a Texas ‘hot spot’ at the end of an airfield “runway” north of the Alabama-Coushatta Indian Reservation that once belonged to the Indians. It is now covered by extensive tracts of trees, brush and “some unidentified evil.”  Like the Utah Ranch, similar phenomena decorated the site over the years.

“I am not convinced 100% whether this was all alien, or a mixture of the paranormal sort of a portal being used by many, many entities,” says Skinner. “It’s a dimensional thing, I guess. Makes one wonder whether or not some of the disc and other oddly shaped craft are simply vehicles which carry these beings from one dimension into another, not intergalactic spacecraft.”

Skinner concludes that paranormal activity, indeed, focused on the property:

“…most of it was categorized as aerial anomalies; the resident does acknowledge encounters consistent with Native American legend, specifically the manifestation of what appeared to be Indian spirits and the appearance of wolf-like entities.”

TROUBLE ON THE RANCH

BAASS had not been without its share of criticism, especially in its NIDS phrase. One of its more unsettling conflicts revolved around finding several “rods” on the ranch which investigators for NIDS and MUFON projected a story that they seemed to be the same Element 115 that Bob Lazar of Area 51 fame said that he worked with as a technician in Area 51’s hidden retrieved UFO lairs.

Aerospace scientist John Schuessler said that the rods were carbon and not element 115: “As for the rods found on the Skinwalker Ranch, I was on the NIDS Scientific Advisory Board back in those days and can verify that rods were found. They were not heavy Element 115 rods. Instead, they were thin carbon rods that are used in arc lamps to make very bright lights in field operations. I have personally used this type of rods in arc lamp operations many years ago.”

According to Schuessler, Element 115 would have been far too unstable to have existed in the wild, open ranchland.

James Carrion, MUFON, said this demonstrated a certain amount of carelessness that NIDS and BAASS investigators needed to avoid:

“It appears that once again in Ufology there are more questions than answers; common fare for a field where the waters are muddied but never cleared. If you consider yourself a truth seeker then perhaps it is time to take a stand against these forces of ambiguity that seek only to obscure the truth rather than bring it to light. It is time to promote truth and not a mystery in a field that has too many mysteries already. It is time to reveal the truth by not compromising ethics or principles or by allowing truth to be censored. It is time to stop falling prey to fear and lies but instead to hunt the Skinwalker forces of deception in their own territory. Who is up for a hunting trip?”

[Tuesday, February 8, 2011]

http://www.ghosttheory.com/2011/02/10/ex-mufon-director-questions-skinwalker-ranch-claims
http://followthemagicthread.blogspot.com/2011/02/hunting-skinwalker.htm

(Bob Lazar never associated with the claim that Element 115 was found on the Skinwalker ranch. Many Fortean investigators claim, besides, that the jury is still out on the Bob Lazar question, as some of his claims seem to be vindicated over a period of time. Though Element 115 did not exist in 1989, subsequently it was invented and discovered in 2004, when Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory and the Joint Institute for Nuclear Research in Russia (JINR) discovered isotopes of Element 115, known as “ununpentium.”)

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(Lazar continued to be believed by several researchers who felt that Lazar was truly involved in UFO projects, indicated by his passing of lie-detection tests and hypnosis and the testimony of researchers such as Norio Hayakawa, John Lear, Gene Huff, Mike Thigpen, Boyd Bushman and Terry Tavernetti, to mention a few.

http://gravitywarpdrive.com/Element_115.htm
http://www.presidentialufo.com/articles-a-papers/379-the-area-51-lazar-conclusion)

FUTURE PLANS

Ryan Skinner discovered the government’s interest in the Skywalker Ranch: D.O.D/Department of Defense :http://skinwalkerranch.org/rank.html
“This agency has been identified as providing funding via a research grant with Bigelow Aerospace for Skinwalker Ranch. We are unable and unwilling to provide evidence to support this claim. This funding was provided with the oversight of an unnamed high-level politician and several military advisors.  Currently, the understanding is that the agency has withdrawn funding, but will reallocate in the future.  On a side note, three high ranking military officials have frequented the property on more than one occasion.  One of these officers was a three-star general and a CIA representative. The branch of the military that the general represents is unknown as well as his identity. However what is known is that a faction of the US government does fund research and security activity in conjunction with Bob Bigelow on the Ranch…Contact: it’s a black project and it is going to remain that way!”

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The Late Robert Bigelow

Alfred Weber wrote in “Robert Bigelow’s and MUFON’s Hybrid UFO Investigation…” that Bigelow, MUFON, and the FAA created a special UFO reporting form that they hope pilots will use to report aerial phenomena.

A BAASS UFO hotline staff was on duty to receive UFO reports. One of the special areas said Weber, that BAASS was interested in were “cases where physical effects of a UFO are reported or where ‘living beings’ are allegedly sighted or where ‘reality transformation’ is said to occur.”

April 7, 2010: http://www.examiner.com/article/robert-bigelow-s-and-mufon-s-hybrid-ufo-investigation-venture-under-review-2010.

The Star Team Impact Project (SIP) was to investigate “cases where physical effects of a UFO are reported or where ‘living beings’ are allegedly sighted or where ‘reality transformation’ is said to occur.” Weber also discovered: “On examination of confidential BAASS-MUFON documents that were anonymously leaked to this reporter, it is clear that a clash of corporate and non-profit cultures and lack of mutual communication framework between an accounting-oriented corporate contractor and a mission-driven volunteer organization – rather than any wrong action – triggered the temporary suspension and review of the hybrid arrangement that parties in both organizations seem to want to continue.”

http://www.examiner.com/article/robert-bigelow-s-and-mufon-s-hybrid-ufo-investigation-venture-under-review-2010.https://www.intellihub.com/mufon-ufo-data-deferred-bigelow-areospace/

Billy Cox, a writer for The Herald Tribune, likewise gave a revealing summary of Bigelow’s plans in the paranormal industry (Wednesday, June 9, 2010): “Robert Bigelow, the zillionaire hotelier who wants to build the world’s first private space station, doesn’t do much media…In a nutshell: With NASA phasing out of the launch business, Bigelow’s aggressive development of inflatable habitation modules — and his willingness to invest up to half a billion of his own $$$ to make it happen — put him at the forefront of the privatization of space. He and anyone else wanting to exploit the high frontier will need wheels to get there. And the Obama administration plans to spend $6 billion over the next five years to encourage the private sector to produce the next generation of launch vehicles. “His space stations are not his only interest in space. ‘I’ve been a researcher and student of U.F.O.’s for many, many years,’ Mr. Bigelow said. ‘Anybody that does research, if people bother to do quality research, comes away absolutely convinced. You don’t have to have personal encounters.’ “Other views that run counter to mainstream science include a belief in the power of prayer and a disbelief in the Big Bangtheory.”

http://devoid.blogs.heraldtribune.com/10965/shrugging-off-bigelows-killer-ufos/

Visions and sentiments imbued by the American Indian seem manifested on the Skinwalker mesa and synchronized with the dreams of Bob Bigelow:   The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air.  That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that. The hawk swoops down on its prey, so does the Indian. In his lament, he is like an animal. For instance, the coyote is sly, so is the Indian. The eagle is the same. That is why the Indian is always athered up, he is a relative to the wings of the air.

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Perhaps Chief Crazy Horse’s lament goes to the heart of the matter: Upon suffering beyond suffering: The Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world; a world filled with broken promises, selfishness, and separations; a world longing for light again. I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again. In that day, there will be those among the Lakota who will carry knowledge and understanding of unity among all living things and the young white ones will come to those of my people and ask for this wisdom. I salute the light within your eyes where the whole Universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am that place within me, we shall be one.

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The Skinwalker Ranch
 
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UFO Photographed on the Skinwalker Ranchhttps://www.facebook.com/Skinwalker-Ranch-113934658636368/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8OXOycxAAA 

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A depiction of a Skinwalker

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 StalkingtheSkinwalker Black Elk 836466181adf3ef7eb1d83451f6e58beChief Black Elkhttp://www.native-net.org/indians/black-elk.html. 
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More than Coincidence!

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The Noir of Murder Incorporated

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2014

This article was published in the February 8 through 18, 2014 issues of The UFO Digest. 
 It is printed here with permission.
ufodigest.com/article/noir-murder-0127  and also  ufodigest.com/article/noir-murder-0128
Reviewers and journalists may quote small portions as long as full credits are given about the original article

A version of this article can also be seen at https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/07/22/murder-and-the-noir/

(Hit List, An In-depth Investigation into the Mysterious Deaths of Witnesses to the JFK Assassination, Richard Belzer and David Wayne, Sky horse Publishing, 307 West 36th Street, 11th Floor, New York, N.Y, 10018, info@skyhorsepublishing.com, 337 pages, 2013, $26.95.)

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Part I

AVOIR PEUR DU NOIR.

The book opened with this stentorian statement: “In the three-year period which followed the murder of President Kennedy and Lee Harvey Oswald, 18 material witnesses died: six by gunfire, three in motor accidents, two by suicide, one from a cut throat, one from a karate chop to the neck, three from heart attacks and two from natural causes. An actuary engaged by the London Times calculated the probability that at least 18 witnesses would die of any cause within 3 years of the JFK assassination as 1 in 100,000 trillion.”   (Quoted in the promotion of the 1973 film Executive Action.)

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Authors Belzer and Wayne actually said the odds were much higher:  ‘‘The obvious counter-attack to that will be that there weren’t really 15 ‘true’ deaths of witnesses – we have verified that there were actually more than 15…The numbers get even worse, moving forward, because witness deaths increased dramatically at the time of the 1977 Congressional Investigation”; the authors quoted Richard Charnin in “JFKRelated Deaths” and “JFK Assassination: A Probability Analysis of Unnatural Witness Deaths.

https://richardcharnin.wordpress.com/2013/04/18/hit-list-an-in-depth-investigation-into-the-mysterious-deaths-of-witnesses-to-the-jfk-assassination/

“In the 14 years following the JFK assassination, there was a minimum of 70 unnatural deaths out of approximately 1,400 witnesses. The probability is 1.40E-33 or 1 in 714,705,498,316,173,300,000,000,000,000,000.”

ASTRONOMICAL

The authors further quoted Richard Charnin: “That number is greater than all of the stars in the universe and grains of sand on earth. There are an estimated 300 billion trillion (3E23) stars in the universe. That’s three followed by 23 zeroes: 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. There are an estimated 700 thousand trillion (7E17) grains of sand on earth or 7 followed by 17 zeroes; 700,000,000,000,000,000.”

In an email to the authors, dated December 4, 2011, Charnin stated emphatically, “I have proved mathematically what many have long suspected: the scores of convenient JFK unnatural witness deaths cannot be coincidental.”

The House Select Committee on Assassinations (1976-1978) may have revealed even further “witnesses”: “Some of the documents are still sealed; scheduled to be released at a future date. It was basically what is known in intelligence parlance as a ‘limited hangout’; they admitted it was a conspiracy but slammed the door on delving deeper into it.”

RISING BODY COUNT

The authors portrayed further suspicious deaths. For example, six high-level FBI officials connected to the investigation of the JFK assassination died during a six-month period in 1977 shortly before testifying before the Congressional Committee. Charnin described such “bizarre series of events” as “mathematically impossible.”

The authors contended that ultimately the deaths should have included additional witnesses to the crime, reporters investigating the case, U.S Intelligence linked to the matter, mafia linked to the crime and/or to the U.S. Intelligence. In that matrix, the authors selected fifty classic deaths in which they presented their case, typical “witness deaths” that ranged from Officer J.D. Tippit to Senator Robert F. Kennedy.

(In-depth analyses invite all of the readers to go beyond this review where the readers can examine the cases up close and at their leisure: The reader will have to review Hit List and its sources to determine the situation for their personal conclusions.)

SOME TYPICAL CASES

The death of police officer J.D. Tippit on November 22, 1963, paraded as the lynch pin to proving the guilt of Lee Harvey Oswald, proved the opposite upon a close examination of the evidence by the authors.

J.D. TIPPiT

The authors speculated that both Tippit and Oswald were Intelligence operatives. “Lee Harvey Oswald was operational with U.S Military Intelligence.” (Tosh Plumlee, a former pilot for the CIA and a Military Intelligence veteran in under-cover intelligence operations.)  Both Oswald and Tippit had somehow operated in support of “broader US intelligence operations.” One of those operations, unbeknownst to Oswald as a target, was that of being “sheep-dipped” as a possible “patsy” in the assassination.  According to Oswald’s New Orleans girlfriend, Judyth Vary Baker (Me and Lee: How I Came to Know, Love and Lose Harvey Oswald, Judyth Vary Baker, 2011, Trine Day), Oswald began to trace the assassination plans and told Baker that he would do something to abort it. Until he could have accomplished that, Oswald faithfully followed operative orders, and he believed he was gathering covert intelligence and implementing operative plans. Tippit also was available for any “intervention.”   (pp. 20-21)

One:   Oswald was seen by his landlady at a bus stop at Tenth and Patton at 1:04 p.m.  Tippit was shot a mile away at 1:08 p.m.: that was a ‘mile’ away, and Oswald was waiting for the northbound bus and headed in the opposite direction.

Two:  Eyewitness testimony described a man talking to Tippit that did not fit Oswald’s description.  Six witnesses saw not one, but two men involved in the shooting of Officer Tippit. Mrs. Acquilla Clemens described two men; one man was “short and kind of heavy…kind of chunky.” Warren Reynolds and Domingo Benavides were further witnesses.

Three:   A jacket discarded by the suspect/murderer at the Tippit crime scene was not Oswald’s jacket, as testified by Marina Oswald.

Four:  The Revolver taken from Oswald at the Texas Theater was not the gun used to kill Tippit. Oswald’s revolver had a defective firing pin that completely prevented it from firing a bullet. The bullets in Oswald’s revolver were never conclusively linked to the four bullets in officer Tippit.

Five:   James Files, the bodyguard and driver to Chuck Nicoletti, identified Gary Marlow, a highly professional cold-blooded killer, whose mission that day was to murder Oswald to prevent his further involvement:  Something obviously went wrong.

Six:   A fake wallet deliberately left at the crime scene with the name “Alex Hidell” – Alex Hidell was a “floating alias” that was used by many operatives as an operational cover name.

Seven:   James Files believed Oswald was on his way to meet his Controller at the Texas Theater (Files said that may have been David Phillips).

LEE BOWERS

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View from Lee Bower’s Train Station 

Bowers was a Tower Man with the Union Terminal Company and stationed in his 14-foot tower directly behind the Grassy Knoll on the day of the assassination. Bowers observed strange automobiles and persons near the wooden stockade fence.

On August 9, 1966, driven off the road by a black car, Lee Bowers was killed when his car crashed into a concrete abatement in Midlothian, Texas. He told the ambulance people that unknown culprits at a coffee shop had drugged him.

Bowers told his friend, Walter Rischel, that he had specific information that was more cogent, and was afraid to “go public.”  He had disappeared for two days. “…one of his fingers was missing on one of his hands, which his brother, Monty, could not trace to any hospital, clinic or doctor’s office.”   The mysterious auto accident shortly followed that incident.  Bower’s widow confessed:  “They told him not to talk.”

Charles Good, a former member of the Texas Highway Patrol, investigated the incident:  He concluded that culprits forced Bowers off the road.

MARY PINCHOT MEYER

A killer shot Mary Meyer to death on October 12, 1964.

Mary Meyer, former wife of Cord Meyer, a CIA operative and principal handler of Operation Mockingbird, an infiltration of major U.S media. The Meyers were also close friends with James Angleton and his wife. Angleton was head of Counter Intelligence at the CIA.

Meyer filed for divorce in 1958. Following that, she felt under surveillance and unknown culprits invaded her apartment.   She blamed James Angleton.

Mary also had a rather serious love affair with President Kennedy; they shared many intimate details (as well as marijuana and LSD; page 145).  Legend speculated that Mary learned quite a bit from James Angleton. She was upset about the “absence of authentic information” in the Warren Commission.  She felt that it was a “whitewash.”

“Mary left her home on the morning of October 12, 1964, to go out for her morning run. Someone shot her twice at direct range with a .38; the first shot was toward the back of the head and the second shot was to her heart.  She died instantly.”

A Raymond Crump was set-up to take the ‘fall.’  It was a smear job.   The trial was a sham. The CIA and President Lyndon Johnson (as well as President Kennedy’s “power circles”) were topics that were “never allowed to be spoken of in the courtroom.”  Hidden was the fact that “Mary appeared to be killed by a professional hit man.”

Ben and Toni Bradlee confronted James Angleton at Mary’s apartment, all looking for Mary’s diary – a diary that disappeared.  A bloodstained sweater also disappeared.

Peter Janney summarized in Mary’s Mosaic (Sky horse, 2012) that William L. Mitchell (an alias) was a member of the “Army special forces – the order was given to ‘terminate’ her.”

GARY UNDERHILL

Gary Underhill was a veteran CIA agent.  His alleged suicide was on May 8, 1964, but Underhill was right-handed “and it would be extremely awkward – not to mention totally pointless — for a right-handed person to commit suicide by shooting themselves behind the left ear.”   (p. 112)

Underhill left no doubt that someone was after him:  “This country is too dangerous for me.  I’ve got to get on a boat. Oswald is a patsy. They set him up. It’s too much. The bastards have done something outrageous. They’ve killed the President! I’ve been listening and hearing things. I couldn’t believe they’d get away with it, but they did…a real violence group. I know who they are…they know I know.”  (Paul Golais, April 8, 2001, The Citizen’s Voice.)

Underhill confided to a friend.  The friend said, “Underhill said that he knew the people involved (and that they knew he knew) and he fled Washington for his life…a small clique in the CIA was responsible…”  (Gary Richard Schoener, “A Legacy of Fear,” May 2000, Fair Play Magazine).

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The authors speculated that the highly secret CIA and military Intelligence Unit named Executive Action had turned against Kennedy and killed him.   (pp. 113-114)

OSWALD, RUBY, BANISTER

U.S Senator Richard Schweiker, Co-Chairman of a U.S Senate Subcommittee to investigate the JFK assassination in 1975, said in 2007 that Oswald defected to the Soviet Union in 1959 as part of the False Defector Program. Author Joan Mellon confirmed the Top-Secret CIA/ONI False Defector Program. Oswald infiltrated the Fair Play for Cuba Committee and Alpha 66 anti-Castro Cubans, simultaneously joining pro and anti-Castro groups. Oswald strongly denied having shot Kennedy and said he was set-up as a “patsy.”  His recorded words subjected to new voice analysis technologies that showed that he was actually telling the truth.  Mobster Jack Ruby, who seriously hooked up with just about everybody suspected of playing a major role in the assassination, shot Oswald.  (p. 29)

Jack Ruby, the murderer of Lee Harvey Oswald, maintained throughout his incarceration that a product of bio-weapons experimentation at his time would murder Ruby.  A well-known MK-Ultra expert was to perform the murder.   Ruby died of cancer on January 3, 1967.

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Ruby knew the entire key “players” who visited him at his jail: MK-Ultra was the Top Secret CIA program to control an individual’s will, even in the assassination drama, including Chicago mobsters, anti-Castro CIA agents, and the three top mafia bosses. Ruby and Oswald shared connections to the CIA and the mafia as well as also experiences in the Cuban crisis in the USA.

Part II

“Ruby was clearly in fear for his life,” said the authors, “both before and after the shooting of Oswald….he was not safe in a Dallas jail. He pleaded with Chief Justice Earl Warren to take him to Washington, D.C…” where he could testify.

Ruby was suspicious of Vice-President Lyndon Johnson and he said he had knowledge of conspirators in high places. He told psychiatrist Werner Teuter that the assassination was “an act of overthrowing the government…I was framed to kill Oswald.” Ruby told the Warren Commission:  “…I tell you that a whole new form of government is going to take over the country…”

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Jack Ruby Speaks at His Trial

Guy Banister ran a detective agency at 531 Lafayette, New Orleans, Louisiana, and Banister had been involved with far-ranging and under-bellied patina of anti-Communist and Castroist party-liners. Banister’s mistress and employee, Delphine Roberts, said that both Oswald and David Ferrie frequently associated with Banister. Banister’s private investigator, Jack Martin, said that Oswald and Ferrie were part in the Kennedy scenario. Martin told District Attorney Jim Garrison: “The problem is that we’re going to bring the goddamned Federal government down on our backs.  Do I need to spell it out?  I could get killed – and so could you.”   

Culprits ransacked Banister’s office and some files disappeared after his death.

MANY DEATHS 

“It has become pretty obvious at this point that Oswald was set-up to ‘take the fall’ for the assassination of President Kennedy,” said the authors, “even though he was set up as a component of the conspiracy to all the players in the drama…the perfect patsy. From that perspective, it all makes perfect sense, and that scenario also explains the National Security cover-up that followed the assassination of JFK.”

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Lee Harvey Oswald continually stated his innocence, including “I am just a Patsy”

Gary Revel, assassination researcher, under the banner of Truth Is All (Closes the Book on the Warren Commission Apologists”, April 18, 2013) totted praise of the book: “This book is a unique and welcome addition to the massive trove of JFK Assassination literature. There is no conjecture here, just the facts concerning fifty mysterious witness deaths presented in an easy-to-read format. Warren Commission apologists are reduced to irrelevancy; the proof of conspiracy is overwhelming and beyond any doubt. The authors cited my probability analysis in the background information presented in the beginning of the book. The calculations are fully explained in my blog post:  http://garyrevel.wordpress.com/.”

REVEL REVELATIONS

Revel summarized the mathematical statistics: 1400 JFK-related witnesses, the probability of at least:

– 15 unnatural deaths within one year of the assassination: 1 in 167 trillion.
– 33 unnatural deaths within three years: 1 in 137 trillion, trillion.
– 70 unnatural deaths from 1964-77: 1 in 714 million, trillion, trillion.
– 40 homicides from 1964-77: 1 in a billion, trillion, trillion, and trillion.

Five hundred and fifty two Warren Commission witnesses:
– Exactly 10 homicides in three years: 1 in 31,000 trillion.
– Exactly 14 homicides from 1964-1977: 1 in 4,000 trillion.

Posted by Gary Revel on September 19, 2013, at 11:08 a.m.

http://www.garyrevel.com/news/jfk/jfkheadshot.html.

Revel went on and said about the 34 – 39 deaths mentioned in the book by Belzer and Wayne that six top FBI officials linked to the Kennedy assassination had died in a six-month period prior to their scheduled testimony. Gary Revel was also a Special Investigator commissioned for the official investigation into the Martin Luther King, Jr. assassination: Revel said he had continually tried to unravel the bizarre happenings of that year (1977). Revel’s brother, his cousin’s husband, William Sullivan, and five other FBI agents or former FBI officials, who could have been valuable to his investigation, died mysteriously or killed that year. Revel said that the deaths of these FBI Special Agents could have been more significant than realized because all six of these FBI SAS identified to Revel as being ‘important witnesses for the House Select Committee on Assassinations’ (Hit List, p. 206).

(Gary Revel was the creator of Dream Killers, the series co-written with French Screenwriter, Jordan Tate, of Don’t Stop Dancing: the true-life story of Michael Jackson.  He was also co-writer [with Frank Burmaster] of the screenplay Polka Red Dot Dress, the thriller/mystery that investigated the assassination of Presidential Candidate Robert F. Kennedy.)

http://www.amazon.com/Hit-List-Investigation-Mysterious-Assassination/dp/1620878070.

BONDED BY TRUTH

“What bonded the victims together?” asked Samantha Reba (6/20/2013). Reba answered: “The Truth!  All of the victims knew the truth and they knew that the people who did it knew. The victims had been able to put two and two together.  But before they could go to court and testify, they were silenced forever. All documents from the victims that may have contained the truth or anything evidence have disappeared from this Earth. The JFK assassination is a conspiracy whose truth will never come to light. Those who knew: knew too much.”

http://thecelebritycafe.com/reviews/2013/06/hit-list-depth-investigation-mysterious-deaths-witnesses-jfk-assassination-review#jbobHLSVJxPDKYxZ.99.

HOW DARE THEM!

Mark Alfred said on July 15, 2013, “If that ‘lone nut’ killed the President and was bumped off by an over-reacting Kennedy family sympathizer (Jack Ruby), why would this cause the switching out of the rifle originally found for the one history now accepts as ‘the murder weapon’?  Why is there evidence of somebody pretending to be Oswald running around Dallas at gun ranges and taking test-drives (Oswald could not drive)? Why was evidence messed up and switched?

“If it was only a crazy guy with a rifle how could that ‘truth’ have caused the government’s own photographs of the autopsy to NOT MATCH UP with the government’s own x-rays supposedly taken at the same time, of the same head with the same wounds?

“This is a valuable book, and it’s put together well. It synthesizes years and generations of findings to make the point that things should not have happened the way they did, and certainly not with help from some bad men. The fact that some of these bad men tried to justify their murders by justifying them with spy babble or face-saving rhetoric only makes their personal foulness and depravity stink even more. People who had not been given the right — they decided to change the government of our country. How dare them! Amos 5:24: ‘But let judgment run down as waters, and righteousness as a mighty stream.’”

http://markssuperblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/book-review-hit-list-by-richard-belzer.html.
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DEALEY PLAZA 

Part III

 “Reality is so Complex”

BELZER BLASTS OUT

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Richard Belzer

“I’ve found you don’t have to make anything up,” Belzer said. “Reality is so complex and fascinating and horrible and beautiful. I’ve been studying this case my whole adult life, and I’m still finding stuff about the case because, over time, things come out…People say you can’t keep a secret.  Well, you can.  But after 50 years, the secret starts coming out.”

As for why they killed Kennedy, Belzer said it was primarily due to Kennedy’s interest in pulling America out of Vietnam, which caused threats to the Elite with those looking to profit off America’s venture abroad.  Belzer explained why the cover-up occurred, Belzer said: “I believe a lot of people, for noble, patriotic reasons, covered up the real story because we didn’t want the world to think we’re a ‘banana republic.’”

“We’re at the height of the Cold War, and the president’s head is exploded in broad daylight, so they had to get this patsy who was clearly set up. That’s common knowledge that Oswald was a fake defector and was a patsy…Ninety percent of the American people believe there was a conspiracy involved in the assassination of the president. The other 10 percent work for the media or the government, probably. The public knows. Most people believe Lee Harvey Oswald did not act alone at the very least.”

Belzer’s fascination with the story was because “the Kennedy assassination is one of the ghostliest parts of our history.”   

http://www.politico.com/story/2013/05/richard-belzer-book-tackles-jfk-conspiracy-91153.html#ixzz2qJitr9aI.

DYING ALL OVER THE PLACE 

Award-winning photojournalist, Gene Barnes shared his life and times as a camera operator for NBC News during the radical 1950’s and 1960’s.  His stories were in-depth and thought-provoking actions and comments that we still talk about to this day.  He was in Dallas on that day that killers shot Kennedy. Early news came over the wires.   Multiple questions gripped the minds of the reporters: Who was Oswald? Had Oswald connections to the mob? Eventually, answers seemed to come slowly and laboriously: Oswald seemed to have been a CIA operative who had fronted as a communist, worked out of New Orleans, establishing his connections; but why would he want to kill Kennedy?  Others speculated that Castro was involved.  Speculation had built up.

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Newsman Gene Barnes

Barnes followed leads as swiftly as they developed. Barnes was thankful that many of the leads were unsuccessful, for if successful, he said, they would have drawn them deeper into the web of danger. One incident was when Robin MacNeil and Barnes went to Jack Ruby’s apartment to photograph and see what we could uncover. He said he recalled Ruby’s sister as being at the apartment and she yelled obscenities at them through the open apartment door. She ordered them to leave. Barnes said he later felt protected that they did not stay: people associated with Ruby or his apartment seemingly died in assorted fashions. Network Chief Bill McAndrew warned them that their investigative reporting endangered them and ultimately would lead to their demise.

At the time, NBC was the only news agency that seemed to mention David Ferrie’s name. Ferrie’s background revealed that he was a flagrant homosexual (with heavy dark painted eyebrows), and was an airplane pilot. A daisy chain of information concerning Ferrie soon developed; some from the news desk, some from fellow cinematographers, and some from neighborhood gossip, but it all eventually untangled in scarce, spooky, mystic fashion. There was talk about the possibility that Ferrie was allegedly involved with a plan to fly two or three men out of Dallas right after the assassination from a secret site.  Later, Barnes heard that Ferrie turned out to be the pilot who flew Mafia boss Carlos Marcello back to New Orleans from Puerto Rico. Robert Kennedy had Federal agents dump Marcello in Puerto Rico because Marcello kept insisting he was Puerto Rican, not Sicilian.

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One of the Clay Shaw’s Parties

New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison launched a conspiracy trial involving Clay Shaw whose secret lifestyle involved macabre people sporting leather, whips and chains, and bizarre homosexual paraphernalia. Ferrie was to be his first witness: Investigators found David Ferrie dead in his apartment the day before. The headlines concerning Ferrie’s death did not surprise Barnes; Barnes speculated that it seemed that anyone connected to the Kennedy assassination in almost any fashion contributed to the growing dead-body-count.

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The  Harvey Oswald Funeral
INTO THE ABYSS OF DARK THINKING

Robert Reckmeyer, Consultation Services, as a reformed criminal of marijuana sales, had long ago paid his debt to society and reemerged as a solid citizen now dedicated to combating High Priority Criminals. His hard-earned-life-experiences have allowed him to gain penetrating insight into the criminal mind. He applied that insight into the JFK assassination:

“Many can speculate on who was responsible for the planning and execution of our young President on that fateful day in Dallas Texas. In my view, since that November day, one can see quite clearly, that those with a Nazi philosophy have been ascending and the liberal democrats have been in decline. The Nazi goal to take over the world has not been diminished, and, in truth, the New World Order is upon us.

“We know what we know and we know what we don’t know…we know that John F. Kennedy was gunned down, by more than one shooter and the lone gunman theory is the least plausible theory of all, in fact, it is impossible. We know there were more shots fired than one person could possibly get off, in the few seconds available, and the kill shot came from the front. We know, without a doubt, that it involved a well-planned, well-financed conspiracy and they had help from the highest levels of our government, i.e. Gerald Ford, Allen Dulles, Richard Nixon, George H.W. Bush, Lyndon Johnson, and many others who have gone on and played a pivotal role in our current American history.”

http://www.robertreckmeyer.com/dark-forces-jfk-conspiracies.html.

“The Zapruder film haunts our consciousness,” said Joseph McBride, a film historian (and the author of Into the Nightmare: My Search for the Killers of President John F. Kennedy and Officer J.D. Tippit). “The maze-like element of the assassination can become a wilderness of mirrors.  When you begin to understand something, it opens up a whole different way of looking at it. It can become dizzying.”

http://www.thewrap.com/jfk-assassination-50th-anniversary-paranoid-thrillers..
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The Kill Shot.

Phil Butler is editor-in-chief of Everything PR and senior partner at Pamil Visions PR:  his summation sentiments the thoughts of millions:

“I’ve always known JFK was the victim of a conspiracy.  Even as a kid I never believed a lone gunman, the weaselly looking Oswald, capable of downing the most powerful man on Earth. Nobody really believed such, let me tell you. Seeing the chaos that ensued, remembering the tall figure of a leader coming to us through our radios and TVs, telling us to ‘ask not,’ living in the promised land of shiny Cadillac’s and miraculous devices, with a whole planet blossoming into a potential Utopia, there was just no way. We smelled something really, really wrong, nobody needed CBS’s Walter Cronkite to reveal the ‘the’ killers, his early reporting of the events, they were noise in the background of a word of mouth utterance by a whole society.  It’s one still faintly heard. ‘Who killed the Kennedys? After all it was me and you,’ as the Rolling Stones song goes.”

http://everything-pr.com/half-a-century-past-jfks-assassination-camelots-fall-still-only-dark-truths/247309/.

HUMAN GOALS AND CONSCIENCE

The authors quoted the late District Attorney Jim Garrison that our society had evolved into a proto-fascist state, emerged from prosperity:  “It’s based on power and inability to put human goals and human conscience above the dictates of the state.”  Garrison spoke of Eisenhower’s “Military-Industrial-Complex…which now dominates every aspect of our life…what happens to the individual who dissents? In Nazi Germany, he was physically destroyed; here, the process is more subtle, but the end results can be the same.”

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District Attorney and Investigator Jim Garrison
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Richard Belzer
http://www.nndb.com/people/141/000023072/
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The Oswald Funeral
https://redice.tv/news/lee-harvey-oswald-s-coffin-goes-on-auction-block
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One of the Clay Shaw’s Parties
Left to right: unidentified man, Robert Brannon (in overcoat), Fritz Paul, Clay Shaw, Jeff Biddison and party host Wynn Pearce (kneeling).  Print courtesy of David Blackburst.
http://www.jfk-online.com/jgphotoscs.html
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Newsman Gene Barnes
https://iwitnesslife.wordpress.com/page/5/
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Investigator Jim Garrison
http://www.maebrussell.com/Disappearing%20Witnesses/Disappearing%20Witnesses.html
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Jack Ruby’s Gravesite
http://www.death2ur.com/jack_ruby_gravesite.htm
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Jack Ruby Speaks at His Trial
http://kennedy-photos.blogspot.com/2012/06/kennedy-gallery-107.html
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Lee Harvey Oswald continually stated his innocence, including “I am just a Patsy”
http://fiftiesweb.com/pop/lee-harvey-oswald/
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More than Coincidence!

DEALEY PLAZA
http://altereddimensions.net/2013/john-f-kennedy-assassination-oswald-conspiracy
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The Movie Executive Action
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070046/fullcredits/
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Depiction of Executive Action-type Ghost Sniper Team
http://www.centurytimesonline.com/2014/02/26/call-of-duty-ghosts-the-specters-of-modern-warfare-understanding-the-aggression-felt-while-playing-videos-games/
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View from Lee Bower’s Train Station 
http://educationforum.ipbhost.com/topic/10951-on-the-two-men-bowers-saw/?page=3
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A Matter of Perspective!

About UFO Paradigms and Evidence.

By:.

 Steve Erdmann.

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2013.
This article was previously published in the December 22, 2013 issue of UFO Digest Magazine, and is printed here with permission.  
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UFOs, ETs, and Alien Abductions summarizes the evidence about UFOs and close encounters,” said author Don Donderi, “it explains why that evidence is reliable and why we react to it the way we do.  It explains why most professional scientists ridicule or ignore the evidence.  It argues that governments should reveal what they know about UFOs and close encounters.”

(UFOs, ETs, and Alien Abductions: A Scientist Looks at the Evidence, Don Donderi, PhD. Hampton Roads Publishing Company, Inc., Charlottesville, Va. 22906.  www.redwheelweiser.com/newsletter, 978-465-0504, 2013, 231 pages, $22.95.)

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TRAIL OF EVIDENCE.

Donderi’s biography said that he graduated from the University of Chicago with a BA and BSC in biological psychology; he was an applied psychologist for IBM Corporation as a developer of navigation displays for the B-52 bomber, also an Associate Dean of the Faculty of Graduate Studies and Research at McGill University.  He stated that his professional expertise has concluded “that some people have come into involuntary close contact with extraterrestrial, and I think that government statements about UFOs conceal more than they reveal.”.

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Dr. Don Donderi, Scientist, Author and UFOlogist.

The author started on a series of UFO cases that he personally gave credence to, some are “classic” UFO cases, others are fairly unknown: the summer, 1973 Ottawa UFO and humanoid sighting by Mr. and Mrs. X, the July 17, 1957 Rb-47 case, the October 18, 1973 Coyne helicopter incident, “Low, Big, and Slow” V-shaped or triangular UFOs, Belgium, 1989, Yukon territory UFO of December 11, 1996 (“…diameter of this round UFO was nearly one mile, and its estimated height from top to bottom was one third of a mile.”),  the Fall, 1976 Tehran UFO, and a host of other classical cases..

INQUIRY STAGES.

The author ventured through the various stages and investigators through the years, beginning more or less with Donald E. Keyhoe, a retired Marine Corps officer and pilot (December 26, 1949), the various UFO groups, both civilian and government, the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON), The Center for UFO Studies (CUFOS), the hallmark group of the Air Force Technical Adviser and astronomer, J. Allen Hynek, continuing into the Air Force Project Blue Book and further into the Condon UFO Committee (1966-1968), the Congressional Hearing of 1968, as well as the Advancement of Science Symposium (AAAS) of 1969, and others.

Donderi pretty well accepted Hynek’s seven classes of UFO reports, including abduction by occupants.  He acknowledged that the contactees of the 50s-60s were “self-delusion” (Page 76).  He slid into findings of UFO and abduction researchers George O’banski and Budd Hopkins. Donderi built a number of, what scientist R.V. Jones referred to as, evidence “touchstones.”.

ABDUCTION TOUCHSTONES.

Donderi considered the Barney and Betty Hill case of September 19, 1961 as the “Index Case” (though he stated that Betty’s grandiose post-1961 claims, “…sometimes verifiably, sometimes with more imagination than common sense,” worked against her).  He went on to mention similar cases of abduction that would tend to substantiate these as “touchstone” cases: the Buff Ledge Camp, August 7, 1968 abductions, Burlington, Vermont, the Linda Cortile November 30, 1989 abduction, Manhattan, the Flagler, Colorado, November 7, 1989 abduction case, among others..

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The Barney and Betty Hill Abduction Case .

The author toured the various “commonalities” in Touchstone cases.  By the time he added all the important features (pp. 128-129) of the Touchstone cases, he also disclosed narratives that didn’t seem all that far afield from the Adamski, Bethuram, Angelucci-type contactees he so decried (pp. 17-18), “….include a tall insect-like creature acting in the role of examiner, and occupants whose facial features are a blend of a terrestrial reptile and conventional humanoid and whose skin is rough and greenish.”.

ABDUCTION RESEARCHERS.

Don Donderi said that there was “no reason to doubt the competence or veracity of the abductees or the reporters, and the information presented about those six cases is credible.” (p. 130)  He pointed to a number of tests administered by professional psychologists.  Donderi said that the research also indicated that the “abduction reports” were made by persons who were “no more, no less” involved in fantasy-prone tendencies than “anyone else.” (In Steve Erdmann’s purview of individuals, UFOlogical or otherwise, he has seen conservative and so-called respectable people fabricate and lie quite convincingly: some of their ‘stories’ are quite creative, and their motivations are often hidden and only known to themselves.)

A large portion of Donderi’s concern was the use and authenticity of hypnotism.  He stated that the reported abductions can be attributed to something that “did actually happen” or is an “unwitting fabrication” by a “collaborative effort” by UFO reporters and the researcher/handlers.  Even including the similarities and consistencies of abductee stories, Steve Erdmann contended that this arena is basically hearsay without the hard physical evidence: hypnotism, may be a part of, but certainly not the crux, and was no substitute.

“Jenny Randles also gave a strong warning to the use of hypnosis in suspected cases of abductions – Hypnosis destroys evidence and creates memories.  It is not a serum of veracity, she also said.”

http://www.ufo.se/ufofiles/issue_4/konf_uk.html.

“From this data several conclusions emerged.  Various witnesses explained their doubts about hypnosis.  They felt it made them more confused, not less so.  They were unclear of the reality status of their experience.  Some felt positively harmed psychologically by the trauma of hypnosis.”

http://ufologie.patrickgross.org/htm/hypnosisats.htm..
A LARGER SAMPLING.

When the larger scenery of reported UFOs are taken into account, more than the six cases that Donderi considered “touchstone,” must be contended with.  Humanoid cases described a large variety of UFOnaut appearances and actions, some that didn’t seem to directly relate to the “steps” or “angles” in Donderi’s recommended cases.  UFO researcher Jacques Vallee has long contended and compared some UFO cases surrounding occupants to folklore legends about elves, haunts, ghosts, urban-tale-like stories; Vallee, a computer scientist and prolific writer on the subject, demurred, and he gave five reasons why, to quote:

“(1) Unexplained close encounters are far more numerous than required for any physical survey of the earth; (2) The humanoid body structure of the alleged ‘aliens‘ is not likely to have originated on another planet and is not biologically adapted to space travel; (3) The reported behavior in thousands of abduction reports contradicts the hypothesis of genetic or scientific experimentation on humans by an advanced race; (4) The extension of the phenomenon throughout recorded history demonstrates that UFOs are not a contemporary phenomenon; and (5) The apparent ability of UFOs to manipulate space and time suggests radically different and richer alternatives.”.

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Aliens About to Abduct (Movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind).

But by 1969, when he published Passport to Magonia (Regnery), Vallee’s assessment of the UFO phenomenon had undergone a major shift. Much to the bewilderment of the “scientific ufologists” who had seen him as one of their heroes, Vallee now seemed to be have shied away from the extraterrestrial hypotheses and promulgated the radical view that UFOs are paranormal in nature and a modern space age manifestation of a phenomenon which assumed mysterious guises.

“When the underlying archetypes are extracted,” Vallee wrote, “the saucer myth is seen to coincide to a remarkable degree with the fairy-faith of Celtic countries…religious miracles…and the widespread belief among all peoples concerning entities whose physical and psychological descriptions place them in the same category as the present-day ufonauts.”.

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Vallee, in fact, has co-authored a book on historical UFOs wherein the authors relayed accounts that are intertwined with ancient gods and angels and other mystical beings.   Some cases contained far more fantastical elements than those given in the six Touchstone cases Donderi offered. (Wonders in the Sky: Unexplained Aerial Objects from Antiquity to Modern Times by Jacques Vallee and Chris Aubeck, Publisher: Tarcher. Year: 2010.)

“They reveal that unidentified flying objects have had a major impact not only on popular culture but on our history, on our religion, and on the models of the world humanity has formed from deepest antiquity,” said researcher David Taylor.  “What this book does is put transient aerial phenomena in a proper historical context. So for example, in the seventeenth century, we have reports of sky battles and in the medieval period we have encounters with fairies and the Blessed Virgin Mary who descend from luminous objects.  This book is a delight to read, for both the ‘paranormal’ investigator and the historian, as it gives insight into the social beliefs of the periods when these experiences were reported.”

Taylor continued: ‘‘The approach of both Vallée and Aubeck leads to an intelligent analysis of the sightings and their impact on human culture and beliefs, which is enlightening. For those who believe that UFOs have no place in the realm of psychical research – this book will show you how very wrong you are.  UFOs are central to a whole tradition of transformative psychic experience throughout the ages. Highly recommended.”

Professor David Hufford concurred:  “Their rigorously scientific insistence allows Vallee and Aubeck to retain the most challenging and interesting aspects of these events without the distraction of premature commitment to any particular interpretation.  That, I believe, is true science: to follow the data wherever they lead and to move away from established theory when it fails to deal adequately with the data.”  (Professor David Hufford, Penn State College of Medicine, Author, The Terror that Comes in the Night.)

English researcher Jenny Randles took a look at the question:  “Do we need the concept of aliens in the modern UFO pantheon or are these beings just a space age equivalent of the dragons and the fairies – a once culturally relevant motif, that suited a particular time and place from which we have since moved on?”

Fortean Times No. 297, March 2013, p. 29. http://ufos-scientificresearch.blogspot.com/2013/07/alien-end-game-jenny-randles-and-uap.html.

Likewise, taking into account the large variety and diversity of the UFO phenomena, it was suspected that scientist Paul R. Hill’s theorems on UFO sightings (Unconventional Flying Objects, 1995) are not fulfilling “the goal being to build a coherent understanding” about UFO ‘function.’  His approach was a little too pat, particularly if – in actuality – UFOs are from different ‘causes,’ not a single origin..

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Are UFO Abductions Just Fairy Creatures?.
UFO FAIRY ANTICS.

The UFO phenomenon described antics of the UFO landscape that went beyond suggested conventional Touchstone depictions.  There are many examples, but we will take just one: The Kelly–Hopkinsville encounter, also known as the Hopkinsville Goblins Case, and to a lesser extent the Kelly Green Men Case, was the name given to a series of connected incidents of alleged close encounters with supposed extraterrestrial beings on the evening of August 21, 1955.  The following was a summation from Wikipedia:

“On the evening of August 21, 1955, Billy Ray Taylor of Pennsylvania was visiting the Sutton family of Kentucky. The Sutton family home was a rural farmhouse located near the towns of Kelly and Hopkinsville, in Christian County, Kentucky (the farmhouse still stands today although the Sutton family moved soon after the incident).  There were a total of eleven people in the house that night, including the children of the two families..

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The Kelly-Hopkinsville UFO Encounter.

“The Sutton farmhouse had no running water, causing Billy Ray Taylor to go outside to the water pump for a drink at about 7:00 p.m.  Taylor said he observed strange lights in the sky to the west, which he believed to be an unusual craft.  He described it as disc-shaped in appearance, and featured lights on its side that had ‘all of the colors of the rainbow’.  He ran back to the house excitedly telling the others about his ‘flying saucer’ sighting, but no one believed him; instead thinking that he had become overly excited after seeing a vivid ‘shooting star.’

“At about 8.00 p.m., the families began hearing strange and unexplained noises outside.  The Sutton family dog which was in the yard outside began barking loudly and then hid under the house, where it remained until the next day. Going outside a few minutes later with their guns, Billy Ray Taylor and Elmer ‘Lucky’ Sutton then asserted that they saw a strange creature emerge from the nearby trees.

“When the creature approached to within about 20 feet, the two men began shooting at it, one using a shotgun, the other man using a .22 rifle.  There was a noise ‘sounding like bullets being rattled about in a metal drum.’ and the creature, they said, then flipped over and fled into the darkness and shadows.  Sure that they had wounded the creature, Lucky and Solomon went out to look for it.  Hendry writes that as the men were stepping from the porch, they saw one of the creatures perched on an awning.  They again shot at the creature, and it was knocked from the roof.  Again they heard the rattling noise, although the creature was apparently unharmed..

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Artist Depiction of the 1955 Kelly-Hopkinsville UFO Encounter.

“Lucky and Solomon returned to the house in a disturbed state.  Within minutes, Lucky’s brother J. C. Sutton said that he saw the same creature (or at least a similar creature) peer into a window in the home; J. C. and Solomon shot at it, breaking the window, whereupon it too flipped over and fled.  The creatures could be heard loudly scurrying about on the roof, and scratching as though trying to break through.  For the next few hours, the witnesses asserted that the creatures repeatedly approached the home, either popping up at the doorway or at windows in an almost playful manner, only to be shot at each time they did.  The witnesses were unsure as to how many of the creatures there were; except for one sighting of two at the same time, all other sightings were of only one, although the first story claimed twelve to fifteen. At one point the witnesses shot one of the beings nearly point blank, and again would insist that the sound resembled bullets striking a metal bucket.  The floating creatures’ legs seemed to be atrophied and nearly useless, and they appeared to propel themselves with a curious hip-swaying motion, steering with their arms. Clark writes that ‘if the creatures were in a tree or on the roof when hit [by gunfire], they would float, not fall, to the ground.’”

http://www.countryliving.com/life/a44064/eclipseville-hopkinsville-ky-history/.
NO REASON TO LIE.

Michele Carlton covered the story for the Kentucky New Era News, describing the impish and circus-type behavior:

“‘Lucky’ Sutton and other family members said they had a gun battle with the creatures that lasted for hours. Most of the Sutton family members who said they fought the aliens off with shotguns are deceased.  However, Hawkins and her younger brother, Elmer Sutton Jr., of Trigg County, said their father shared his Kelly experience with them. Hawkins, 41, and Sutton, 35, are the children of “Lucky” Sutton and Glorine Powell, of Trigg County.   Their father died on Dec. 5, 1995.

“He talked to me about it because I was one of the last ones to leave home,” the younger Sutton said.  “I prodded him about it a lot. A lot of times he wouldn’t talk about it.  If I’d catch him in the right mood, he’d sit down and talk for hours about it.  When he did, I’d listen.  To be honest with you, he knew some day he’d die.  I guess he wanted one of us to know the truth.”

http://www.ufoevidence.org/Cases/CaseSubarticle.asp?ID=533.
HOW ADVANCED?.

Mankind has made tremendous advances since the days of Ben Franklin: just look at the adventures since Orville and Wilbur Wright in 1904 in aviation alone.  Ray Kurzweil extended that progress to its natural progression and he called it “The Law of Accelerating Returns” (March 7, 2001.):  “An analysis of the history of technology shows that technological change is exponential, contrary to the common-sense ‘intuitive linear’ view.  So we won’t experience 100 years of progress in the 21st century — it will be more like 20,000 years of progress (at today’s rate).”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Accelerating_change
http://www.kurzweilai.net/the-law-of-accelerating-returns.

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F-14 Tomcat – Sample of our Modern Technology .

If superior UFO Races are also bound by The Law of Accelerating Returns and they have been far advanced beyond terrestrial technology hundreds of years prior (UFOs by which radar has tracked at over 9,000 miles per hour and accelerations in the range of 1000Gs [p. 153], possibly approaching the speed of light), wouldn’t their technology have well advanced beyond “campy” and “cartoonish” depictions?  Compare the inventions of Leonardo da Vinci to our present-day SR-71 Stealth craft: multiply that 2000 times..

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Isaac Asimov.

A similar theme was voiced in Isaac Asimov’s science-fiction story “The Last Question,” a tale of trillions of years of evolution and how mankind will evolve from trapping the energy of stars with 100% efficiency, Hyper-stellar travel, emigration to other Galaxies, Body-Mind separation and fusing the mind with an all-knowing, omniscient computer, a Self-correcting and Self -Adjusting machine capable of learning and building its own predecessor, had become so powerful as to recreate light after all the stars entropy in the end and the universe begins again.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Question
http://www.arunchinnachamy.com/isaac-asimov-the-last-question-analysis/.
THE LAST QUESTION.

“The story is interesting and enters the black hole of Physics and Religion simultaneously.”   It is about “How mankind will evolve, pioneer in space travel and set foot in all the distant Galaxies with the help of Analog Computers (AC).”   “The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down…One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.”

http://filer.case.edu/dts8/thelastq.htm.

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And So, The Scientists Posed “The Last Question” to the Computer.

With that type of Laws of Accelerating Returns:  Where would that presently leave the UFO occupants?

Steve Erdmann had not debated UFOs as an intelligent and superior phenomena, he just debated how the evidence should be handled and what it encompassed.  Why should such a civilization need “cartoonish” artifacts?  Why would it need “domed” aircraft with “spinning rim lights,” and onepiece outfits with “back packs” (Wllie Begay and Guy Tossie, Ririe, Idaho, November 2, 1967)?  Would they be far advanced beyond “oval doorways,” medical “probes,” “books,” (pp. 96-97) “tables,” and “benches” (pp. 113, 114, 116); for that matter, would they need ramps, panoramic portholes, flashing lights, as if a “display” as seen in various assorted descriptions, much like scenes out of a 1950’s sciencefiction movie?  UFO vehicle designs seemed to far out-number the innovations seen in the terrestrial automobile market..

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Some UFOs seem to be Replicas of Our Own Conventionality.
SCIENTIFIC FEAR.

Donderi seemed more cogent when he spoke of the “paradigms” of science, and how “fear” of  the UFO phenomena caused our place in the universe as being threatened.   “The existing paradigm constraints normal science, regardless of the evidence.” (p. 164)  He said: “Those institutions administered by a meritocracy of capable people: the cultural elites.” (p. 190)

The question arose, however: just how much “fear” and “ignorance” are involved with humans if governments have crashed UFOs in their possession? (pp. 176-184)  Donderi went into detail concerning the 1947 Roswell UFO crash.

“The small group of senior scientists who helped the government in the immediate postwar period was the people most likely to be asked for advice about the security threat posed by technologically superior UFOs,” said Donderi, “but who the UFO overseers were then, and who they are now, is not known.  It is one of the better-kept secrets of the U.S government.”

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Aliens About to Abduct (Movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind)
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Dr. Don Donderi, Scientist, Author and UFOlogist
http://montrealgazette.com/news/local-news/qa-with-don-donderi-on-aliens-roswell-and-his-ufo-course-at-mcgill
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The Barney and Betty Hill Abduction Case
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http://greyfalcon.us/The%20Hill%20Abduction.htm
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Are UFO Abductions Just Fairy Creatures?
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The Kelly-Hopkinsville UFO Encounter
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Artist Depiction of the 1955 Kelly-Hopkinsville UFO Encounter
https://cogitz.wordpress.com/2009/09/26/kelly-hopkinsville-encounter/
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And So, The Scientists Posed “The Last Question” to the Computer
https://devosdiscovery.wordpress.com/2013/04/26/520/
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Isaac Asimov
https://bibliotecaucs.wordpress.com/2015/08/21/infografico-trabalhos-incomuns-de-autores-famosos/
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F-14 Tomcat – Sample of our Modern Technology 
https://theaviationist.com/2014/05/13/two-new-stories-baranek/
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Decipher Attempts of the Famous Ramey Memo from 1947 Roswell
Where are the Overseers of the 1947 Roswell Technology Today?
http://www.express.co.uk/news/weird/809242/Roswell-UFO-decipher-Ramey-memo-General-Roger-Ramey-aliens
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Some UFOs seem to be Replicas of Our Own Conventionality
https://www.usnews.com/news/articles/2012/10/19/ufo-sightings-pose-danger-to-aviation
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Reality not so Obvious

Down Under

By:

Steve Erdmann.

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2013.
This article was originally published in the January 2, 2013 issue of The UFO Digest Magazine, and is printed here with permission.
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Richard S. Shaver once said about the Hidden World beneath us: “The unseen world beneath our feet, malignant and horrible, is complete in its mastery of earth.  And most horrible of all, it is a world of madmen.”.

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Artist Depiction of Richard Shaver’s Underworld.

KEEP OUT! was a smoothly written book about the various super-secret government and military sites about the world and the accompanying legends, stories and myths that have culturally arisen about these tales.  Many accounts had to do with claims of how powerful and cryptic institutions have joined with stories of monsters, UFOs, and government experimentation with elements of public control.  I am not sure that Nick Redfern meant, however, for the book to be a realistically scientific journal.

(KEEP OUT!, Nick Redfern, New Page Books, a division of the Career Press, Inc., 220 West Park Way, Unit 12, Pompton Plains, N.J. 07444, http://www.careerpress.com,  http://www.newpagebooks.com, 288 pages, $15.99).

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Investigator Nick Redfern.
Animal Deaths.

Redfern tells of mysterious animal deaths associated with the Dug Way Proving Ground; there were the sheep deaths – about 6,000 – in 1968.  Fifty horse deaths were believed connected in 1978. Redfern outlines where humans were probably experimented upon with viruses and biological warfare.  Animal and cattle mutilations are also on the scale of interest, though officially debunked as only predator damage.

Mysterious animal deaths and mutilations have been occurring around the globe in almost every conceivable country.  Redfern speaks of cases primarily in West America, but cases have happened in South America and even British Columbia:  horses, sheep, deer, rabbits, cats – often in snow and mud with no signs of struggle, dropped from above causing broken ribs and bones from the impact.  Special parts are taken from the bodies as if done by surgery..

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Animals are Mysteriously Mutilated and Dropped from Above .

MAPIT and Stephen Mera of Manchester’s Anomalous Phenomena Investigative Team of Congleton, Cheshire, England told of  cases were farmers were only a few hundred yards away and the animals were in good health a short time before, only to find them mutilated immediately afterwards: no footprints, some in mud, and in weather too cold for insects.   Others were found tangled in telegraph poles and wires.

“The simple fact is we are no nearer to the discovering the truth behind mutilations,” said Darren Perks, investigator and UFO researcher from Shropshire. “We know that there is a pattern to them, which in most cases would suggest that there is a ‘purpose’ to all this, but what is that ‘purpose’?  (August 7, 2012.)

WORLD WAR II PLUNDER.

Also covered is the World War II plunder of artifacts and gold by the Nazi Regime.  Hitler and his cohorts were not only seeking world conquest but also obtaining the world’s riches and the hiding of same in various clandestine hideaways.  There was also $440 million in gold in the Reich bank. The Holy Grail, The Spear of Destiny, Noah’s Ark, and other ancient artifacts became targets of the Utashi.

Redfern could have gone into various connected stories.  There were many allusions to “hideouts” that the Nazi Empire had in planning, should the war not turn out to their advantage.   Much of the plunder was spread about in various locations: Tuplitzsee in the Styrian Alps, the village of Hradistro near Stechovice, Aussieland Mountains, San Oreste near Monte Soratte, Rome, Italy, Lend, Austria, central Thuringen, Jonas Valley between Crawinkel and Arnstadt and, of course, Argentina, and their hidden empire in the Antarctica.

Allied forces believed they spied Nazi armies moving loot (“long trains heading south in Germany”) into an Alpenestung, either a refuge or a redoubt effort, a large 240 mile-long, 80-mile wide complex of underground tunnels and bomb-proof factories as a “final prolonged resistance.”   It was called the National Redoubt, also referred to as the Goterdammerung.  Later, the allies found huge underground caverns at Peenemunde, Lake Garda near Limone, and the Hartz Mountains. Colonel R. Allen said some of these were literal “subterranean towns.” It was in these complexes that the fearsome flying weapon, the Kugelblitz, was invented and sighted by pilots.  There was talk about the Amerika Rocket, the Nazi atomic bomb, and many others..

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The Guinness Book of Records lists the missing Reichsbank treasure as the greatest unsolved bank robbery in history. Where did it go?.

During this same period, a Nazi terrorist group was invented by Peter von Heydebrecht (Hans Otto Heydedreck), born out of German National Socialism, composed of ferociously-trained German youths, called ‘The Werwolfs.”  They were referred to as Wolfsschlucht – Wolf’s Ravine at Bruly-de-Peche (“Werwolf: The History of the National Socialist Guerrilla Movement,” Alexander Perry Biddiscombe), also called the Unternehmen Werewolf.  Under the lead of SS Police General Gutenberger, Operation Carnival, they murdered the Mayor of Aachen, Franz Oppenhoff.

 Göbbels’ pre-victory broadcasts spoke of these on Radio Werwolf:

“God has given up the protection of the people . . . Satan has taken command.” Göbbels broadcast of spring at that time: “We Werewolves consider it our supreme duty to kill, to kill and to kill, employing every cunning and while in the darkness of the night, crawling, groping through towns and villages, like wolves, noiselessly, mysteriously.”

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The Nazi “Werewolves”.
UNDERGROUND UFOs.

The topics of super-secret bases that harbor UFO plans are amply covered. Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Area 51, RAF Operation Rotor, Rudloe Manor, The London Underground, The Doomsday Bunkers of Washington and U.S. Naval Observatory, Raven Rock and Site-R, China’s Sanya Base, Russia’s Yamantau and Kosvinski secret bases in the Urals, are just a few of the hidden sites.  There are also Russian Zhit Kur and Kosvinsky Yar hidden societies..

UFOs OVER RUSSIA.

This author found such reports of UFOs over the Russian secret site of the Kapustin Yar Cosmodrome in 1970 as Russian rockets were being launched: a gigantic black dirigible-like object was seen hovering over the site and shooting needle-like green rays scanning the rockets.   Several soldiers fired at the UFO with their weapons causing the UFO rays to stop: the soldiers were then beset with intense headaches which caused them to scream in pain.  The UFO vanished. In November 1979, a bright green, elliptical UFO was again seen over Kapustin Yar, hovering about 30-minutes over secret Russian rockets on the test range. A similar UFO was reported on October 5, 1982, over the Cosmodrome for about four hours.

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Russian Progress Rocket at Baikonur Cosmodrome – June 28, 2010.

The site was again visited on July 28, 1989, where several servicemen reported a UFO advancing about the facility for two hours; at one point it was only 19-feet above the ground and appeared to have a blinking signal similar to a camera flash.’  It hovered over the rocket weapons depot at about 65-feet.  Its hull was dim green light, like phosphorous, and the object looked like a semi-spherical disc that shot beams of light to surface objects. Ensign V. Voloshin, communications-officer-on-duty, Private G. Kulik, and Ensign B. Levin eventually witnessed three objects altogether over the facility, the third appeared to be cigar-shaped, multicolored with flashes of red. One object flew to a second object and both disappeared (Russia’s Roswell Incident; Stonehill, Mantle, Torres, 2012).

DANNY CASOLARO AND THE MONSTER.

The government secret base at Pine Gap, Australia, the home of multiple rumors, also housed a number of UFO secrets and spy stories.  One such mystery not mentioned by Redfern was the death of investigative journalist Danny Casolaro. Researcher Kenn Thomas said this of the Casolaro mystery on June 7, 2001:

“Circumstances shrouded Danny Casolaro’s death in mystery, the single aspect of his research that led to his death may never be known for certain. Hotel workers in Martinsburg, West Virginia found the writer dead in August 1991 in what looked like a faked suicide.

“The ‘head’s up’ warning flashed among students of the conspiracy culture when they learned that files he had on him were missing and the details of his investigative work slowly emerged from friends, family and fellow investigators. Casolaro previously had warned these same people not to believe any reports that he might have wanted to take his own life in some form of ‘accident.’  The fishy circumstances of his death and the probable motivations of his possible killers remain oblivious.

“Danny Casolaro sought to document and expose a sea of covert operatives, super-surveillance software, and transnational spies.  He called the monster he saw swimming in that sea ‘the Octopus.’  It consisted of a group of US intelligence veterans that had banded together to manipulate world events for the sake of consolidating and extending its power.

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Danny Casolaro as depicted in the Chicago Theater production Danny Casolaro Died for You.

“Of course it involved the Kennedy assassination, but that was just one of many coups and assassinations pulled off by the Octopus since the end of World War II.  The group had come together over a covert operation to invade Albania that was betrayed by famed British turncoat Kim Philby. The Octopus had overthrown Jacob Arbenz in Guatemala in 1954.  It had targeted operations against Fidel Castro culminating in the Bay of Pigs.  It also had tentacles in the political upheavals in Angola, Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, Nigeria, Chile, Iran, and Iraq.

“Casolaro had as his main concern Octopus involvement with putting Ronald Reagan in power–the infamous October Surprise—and the role that played in introducing the PROMIS software into police systems around the world.

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Casolaro Headlines.

“Casolaro’s catalogue of membership in the Octopus included such notorious spooks as John Singlaub and the late CIA director William Colby.  As heads of the Phoenix assassination program in Vietnam, they had implemented an early version of the PROMIS tracking software to keep tabs on the Viet Cong.   Other Octopus tentacles included characters like E. Howard Hunt and Bernard Baker, who later emerged as Watergate burglars.”

MY! WHAT TANGLED WEBS

Financial suspicion, in this case, was identical to one that happened on Assassination Day, November 22, 1963.  A mysterious Tony DeAngelis misrepresented his holdings of thousands of tons of salad oil with faked American Express warehouse receipts in order to get bank loans.  The New York Times editions that came out before the assassination on that date spoke suspiciously of these facts.  “Many people profiteered from the short-selling spree on the markets consequent to that and news of JFK’s murder, including American Express magnate Warren Buffet and a transnational entity called Bunge Corporation, known in the financial literature of the time as The Octopus,” said Thomas.  A dramatic book on the JFK assassination (We Were Controlled?), and its pseudonymous author Lincoln Lawrence, argued that DeAngelis, Jack Ruby, and Lee Harvey Oswald were all mind-controlled in their actions on that day. Thomas’ book NASA, Nazis & JFK: The Torbitt Document and the JFK Assassination (Kempton, IL: Adventures Unlimited Press, 1997) laid out the pattern of events.  The twists and turns seemed endless: Earl Brian, at one time a brain surgeon, and the other Watergate-Inslaw connection, E. Howard Hunt, had a phone relationship with Casolaro; this all seemingly connected to mind control operations, and the Casolaro story took-on some extremely interesting intrigue..

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FRED LEE CRISMAN: INTELLIGENCE AGENT

PROMIS (Prosecutor’s Management Information System) was invented in the 1970s and 1980s as a means of domestic and global surveillance, later developed by the Inslaw Corporation.  The coup de grace was the ‘development’ of such plans by President Ronald Reagan’s running-mate and later Vice-president, CIA Director George H.W. Bush.  As was eventually discovered, the muddled mystery extends far into Spy and Spook Land (far beyond the length of this report) with roots that reach for miles.

Informant Michael Riconosciuto claimed that he had made his modifications to PROMIS on the tribal lands of the Cabazon Indians in Indio, California as part of a joint project the tribal administrators had with a private security firm known as Wackenhut.

Casolaro’s death may have had to do with the Octopus and manufacturing fraud at Hughes Aircraft, a company that had a long history of exclusive and secret deals with the US government (many involving Area 51) for aerospace technologies.  The mystery probably extended far beyond fathomable discovery. Casolaro, however, had crashed into this corruption in his pursuit of Octopus. A contact he made the day before he died, Bill Turner, gave him documentation of the fraud at Hughes.  Turner noted that Casolaro added these papers to the companion bulky file of Casolaro research.  After they found Casolaro’s body, Turner got himself arrested on a bank robbery charge in order to remove himself from any further involvement.

The joint venture between the Cabazon Indian tribe and Area 51’s Wackenhut did exist, at least between 1981 and 1983, and Michael Riconosciuto certainly was involved with it at least in some capacity.  A report from a task force of the sheriff’s office of Riverside County, California placed Riconosciuto at a weapons demonstration with Earl Brian (“of the CIA”) put on by the Cabazons and Wackenhut.

Riconosciuto also claimed that he had a tape documenting threats made against him by another Justice Department official, but he had thrown it in a marsh near Puget Sound the night he was arrested on trumped-up methamphetamine charges. Casolaro spent many days searching the Puget Sound bog to no avail, looking for the tape that ostensibly could verify the claims of “Danger Man,” Casolaro’s nickname for Riconosciuto.

The Puget Sound incident connected to a famous early UFO event, the 1947 Maury Island UFO case.  That event of six flying saucers seen by harbor seamen that left behind slag debris that had been witnessed, or hoaxed, by the business partner of Riconosciuto father, a man named Fred Lee Crisman. (In the 1960s, Crisman was subpoenaed by New Orleans district attorney Jim Garrison as part of his investigation of the Kennedy assassination.  Some researchers claimed that Crisman was one of the “railyard tramps” arrested near Dealey Plaza on November 22, 1963; others note that he possibly gave refuge on his Oregon ranch to a member of the Minutemen, an early militia group investigated by the Warren Commission).

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Fred L. Crisman

In Joan Mellen’s book A Farewell to Justice, Fred Crisman had been identified as one of the hundreds of ‘spooks’ working secretly for the Intelligence community. In her voluminous research on the history of Jim Garrison and the Kennedy assassination, Mellen discovered that Crisman had an association with the Offut Air Force Base and worked with the United States Army Air Defense Command. An FOIA request of September 13, 1969, revealed Crisman as Agent 4250. A comment appeared: “…a man that is dangerous to the future of America.”

PINE GAP

What did Casolaro know of the Crisman connection, the part it played in Area 51 and the other secret airbase that held his attention, Australia’s Pine Gap?

Pine Gap is the top-secret American underground base located near Alice Springs in the Northern Territory of the land down under, officially known as the Joint Defense Space Research Facility.  It was built in 1968 officially to share program data with the Australians.

Renowned intelligence defector Victor Marchetti, who served in the CIA director’s office from 1966 to 1969, now acknowledged that he co-authored the secret agreement between the agency and the Australian Department of Defense on the establishment of the Pine Gap station which investigated spy satellites and intercepted and decoded broadcast communications between foreign powers unfriendly to the U.S: It would check geostationary satellites for wide-ranging information on enemy telemetry, radar emissions, and telecommunications.

Opposition from the Australians to Pine Gap grew as its nature as an espionage facility outside of Australian control became clear.  In his book Crimes of Patriots (New York: W.W. Norton & Co, 1987), author Jonathan Kwitny demonstrated that covert manipulation led to the early end in Australia of the administration of Labor Party Prime Minister Gough Whitlam because of his opposition to Pine Gap. Casolaro saw Kwitny’s inability to see the tentacles of the Octopus.  “It didn’t take many people to design the apparatus that would ensure the renewal of the lease for the Pine Gap installation near Alice Springs, Australia,” Casolaro wrote.

“After all, how could a democracy spit up a Prime Minister that could sack the security of the Western Alliance?”

Indeed, Gough Whitlam was rousted after his attacks about intelligence agency deceptions over the tragic US policy in East Timor, and the CIA’s funding of Australia’s right-wing Country Party [National Party], as well as his opposition to Pine Gap.  Whitlam was not driven from office by an election but was removed [“The Dismissal”] on a technicality. Similarly, George Bush, Jr. “won” the 2000 election in the US on a court-imposed technicality by a governor-general he had appointed, one who had strong ties to the CIA [and represented the British Commonwealth].

No doubt there was suspicious drama about this destabilization, political intrigue, and deception.  Much like the investigations into the labyrinths of the John Kennedy assassination, The Casolaro Mystery intertwined and connected through many modern and latent mysteries:

“The Inslaw case is indeed an octopus with tentacles reaching into many dark places, and this telling barely scratches the surface of the layers of deception and intrigue,” said researchers James Retherford and Sherman DeBrosse on February 2, 2010, The Rag Blog. “Like any good spy story, the IslawPROMIS saga is marked by its trail of dead, disappeared, and discredited, with claims of as many as 50 murdered.  The most remembered casualty was investigative reporter Danny Casolaro, whose naked body was found in a blood-filled bathtub in a Martinsburg, WV, hotel room with multiple slash wounds on his arms and wrists..

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Investigative Reporter Danny Casolaro was “suicided” and His Notes and Tape Recorder were Missing.

“Missing was his ever-present briefcase, tape recorder, and notes and outline of his proposed book about the web of intrigue surrounding Iran-Contra, the savings and loan meltdown, BCCI, Contra-connected Wackenhut, Wackenhut-connected INSLAW, the INSLAW-connected October Surprise, and possibly including a secret group of well-connected work-for-hire former spooks running drugs for the Contras.”

RICHARD S. SHAVER

Redfern branched out into wider underground possibilities, such as the Richard S. Shaver Mystery telling of an abandoned race, the Dero, and Tero, which live beneath our feet in the bowels of the planet and do much to hamper and terrorize the lives of surface dwellers.  These beings are remnants of ancient civilizations that that long ago left the earth to other worlds to escape from catastrophes on earth. They are also called cryptoterrestrials.

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Ray Palmer Edition of the Shaver Mystery

“I began to acknowledge that the extraterrestrial hypothesis suffered from some tantalizing flaws,” said the late author Max Tonnies. “I envision that the cryptoterrestrials engaged in a process of subterfuge, bending our belief system to their own ends.”

“Elements of the pulp science fiction glory days and the Shaver Mystery exist in the very foundations of ufology and in conspiracy literature on underground alien bases at Dulce, New Mexico,” said Richard Taranto, a California newspaper reporter, columnist, and researcher into the Shaver mystery.  “In a 1985 Shavertron interview, John Keel, a longtime FATE columnist and author of such classics as The Mothman Prophesies and Why UFOs?, had this to say about the Shaver Mystery: ‘If Shaver and Palmer had not existed, there would be no ufology.  It’s that simple.  Palmer started FATE Magazine and he kept the subject alive during its darkest periods. The mystery had to be created before anyone could undertake to solve it.’”

Taranto also said: “The men who helped create the vocabulary of flying saucers, abductions, and an Underworld full of strange and ancient civilizations are gone now.  They died in ordinary and not-so-ordinary ways.  As the future unfolds, their memory may linger only in the legends they helped create.

“‘Shaver described the flying saucers, and predicted their appearance,’ said Ray Palmer in an interview just before his death.  And all this he said from the information he got from the caves.  So whether or not it came from his own mental process of some kind, the information was correct and the information he’s given us has been correct so many times that it’s impossible to discard it as fiction.”

https://hotsitepanini.com.br/vertigo/series/frequencia-global/.

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Intelligence Agent Fred Crisman was Shot by a  Ray-gun in a Dero Firefight in a Jungle Cavern   .

If  Ray Palmer and Richard S. Shaver had not existed, there would not have been a Fred Crisman connection:

“Fred Crisman was flying fighters in the Pacific until the end.   Somehow he seems to have been connected with the OSS in World War II also; it may have been in his Air Commando group.  In a link to Palmer, he sent a letter to his magazine saying he was hit by a Ray Gun in a cave in Burma. Somehow this was linked to the ‘Shaver Mystery’ and the underground world of the Deros.  This does seem very strange and some would say Fred is a few bricks shy of a load but in my investigations, I found the Japanese were working on a Ray Gun in World War II.  It was in development for a long time and tested on animals. The microwave energy caused numerous problems for the researchers.  Officially it was never used but officially the A-bomb didn’t exist until it exploded above Hiroshima.  When he got home they made him a liaison for Veteran Affairs. Fred ran for county coroner in 1945 but never won the seat.”

http://gehlen.greyfalcon.us/underground.html.
ANTHRAX ATTACKS

Expansive coverage continues including mysterious deaths of scientists that were contributing to medical breakthroughs at Porton Down and Fort Detrich facilities.  Redfern includes the 2001 anthrax attacks.  Concerning allegations against the late Dr. Bruce Edward Ivans, Redfern says that “one theory suggested that Ivins was nothing more than a Lee Harvey Oswald–style patsy and that the anthrax attacks were actually the work of rogue elements within the Busch administration.” (p. 193)

The government’s statements had deepened the questions about the case against Ivins, who killed himself before he was charged with a crime.  Searches of his car and home in 2007 found no anthrax spores, and the FBI’s eight-year, $100 million investigations never proved he mailed the letters or identified another location where he might have secretly dried anthrax into an easily inhaled powder.

Earlier that year, a report by the National Academy of Science questioned the genetic analysis that had linked a flask of anthrax stored in Ivins’ office to anthrax contained in the letters.

“If you want to commit the perfect crime, first find the perfect patsy. What better candidate could there be then Dr. Bruce Ivins?  If you want to rule by fear what better way than an almost invisible poison that could be anywhere,” said Dr. Elliot Lyons on August 4, 2008.  “Could this be only a part of a greater conspiracy?  I leave it to you to ponder.”

NOW YOU SEE IT, NOW YOU DON’T
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Similar intrigue developed in the topic of “invisibility experiments” and a retelling of the legendary Philadelphia Experiment at the Montauk military installation (now called Camp Hero State Park) and the alleged disappearance of the U.S.S Eldridge from the Philadelphia Naval Yard transmigrated to the Norfolk, Virginia shipyard in a 1943 operation called Project Rainbow.  Part of the tale had to do with the materialization and missing of crew members.  There was a vague news item about displaced sailors popping-up in a bar and then suddenly vanishing before witnesses.  UFO researcher Jacques Vallee believed the underage sailor was slinked out the back door by barmaids giving a semblance of disappearing (February 21, 2007).  Talk about secret canals with which submarines could be moved 200 miles from point to point, seemed to add mitigating factors.  The use of these Chesapeake and Delaware canals – part of Operation Drumbeat – led to the reality of the central claim that the Philadelphia experiment may have a basis in fact, however.   Edward Dudgeon described the event:

“I was in [a] bar that evening, we had two or three beers, and I was one of the two sailors who are said to have disappeared mysteriously…The fight started when some of the sailors bragged about the secret equipment [radar, sonar, special screws, a new compass, etc.] and were told to keep their mouths shut. Two of us were minors…The waitresses scooted us out the back door as soon as trouble began and later denied knowing anything about us. We were leaving at two in the morning.  The Eldridge had already left at 11 p.m.  Someone looking at the harbor that night might have noticed that the Eldridge wasn’t there anymore and it did appear in Norfolk.  It was back in Philadelphia harbor the next morning, which seems like an impossible feat: if you look at the map you’ll see that merchant ships would have taken two days to make the trip.  They would have required pilots to go around the submarine nets, the mines and so on at the harbor entrances to the Atlantic.  But the Navy used a special inland channel, the Chesapeake-Delaware Canal that bypassed all that. We made the trip in about six hours.” (Jacques Vallee, Anatomy of a Hoax, February 21, 2007)..

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Keep Out at the Montauk Time-travel Research.

Still, there had been experiments aboard a U.S.S Timmerman with high-frequency generators producing corona discharges.  Redfern does not have much information about the Corona Discharge experiment on the U.S.S Timmerman because there is not readily available information.  The following was an alleged summation:

“The Navy performed another experiment on the USS Timmerman’s generating plant in the 1950’s.  The experiment tried to obtain 1,000 Hz instead of the standard 400 Hz from the generator (Department of the Navy).  It resulted in light discharges.  These light discharges may have been witnessed by Carlos Miguel Allende and caused him to start writing letters to prominent men in the scientific community.  The Navy believed that Allende mistook the experiment on the Timmerman for the Philadelphia Experiment.”

http://www.crystalinks.com/phila.html/phildelphiaexperiment.

Dr. David Lewis Anderson had pointedly stated that decades ago he worked on time-travel concepts at the Edwards Air Force Base in California (p. 226).

Researcher Sharon K. Grossman (March 8, 2012) found Anderson to be an intriguing and mystifying person, who had somewhat disappeared – himself – lately.   After making the circuit of radio and stage shows speaking of his long career in ‘invisibility research,’ Anderson has somehow become hard to find. Grossman researched into his credentials and he appeared to be everything he said he was, inclusive of many years of professional ventures.  One of the companies he was associated with was the TTRC – a company looking into Advanced Time-Technology..

THEY’RE EVERYWHERE, THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!

Redfern tries to cover, at least fleetingly, every conceivable military hideout and spy facility, with a few exceptions.  He discusses the suspicion that governments are also into weather modification and control, and he highlights HARRP (High-Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) at Gahom, Alaska as being involved in severe weather, including January 12, 2010, Haitian earthquake, global tsunamis and other destructive weather.

He is much diversified: Redfern even displays Project Horizon operations telling of hidden plans and visual sightings of possible governmental basses on the moon.

“We now know that 50 years ago the U.S. Army was quietly looking to construct just such a facility on the lunar surface via its ambitious Project Horizon plan,” says Redfern.  “Karl Wolfe has disclosed truly astounding data related to a huge alien installation on the far side of the moon…Ingo Swann…a vast moon-based-facility…”

Erdmann could have added onto this riddle wrapped inside an enigma (there is so much that Redfern could have written about): a theory and story had developed that movie director Stanley Kubrick was hired, due to his vast technological skill and knowledge, to help simulate our Apollo moon landings; this would help disguise what we really did there and what equipment we really used on the moon.  Kubrick’s ‘battle’ with the Illuminati Controllers can be glimpsed in the undertone and symbolism in his films, such as 2001: A Space Odyssey, Barry Lyndon, Dr. Strangelove, and Eyes Wide Shut, The Shining and others..

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Stanley Kubrick and Movie Crew Preparing a 2001 Movie Scene 

The work Room 237, created by Rodney Ascher, Tim Kirk, Todd Hughes, and P. David Erieksole, was a film that goes into depth on the topic of the hidden meanings and personal travails of Kubrick’s The Shining..

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The Clandestine “Inner Circle” Mansion – the Movie Eyes Wide Shut.
KEEP OUT AND THE EYES SHUT!

Through the revelations of his wife Christiane and other facts, it was suspected that a special movie set was held-over for filming by MGM in England.  Kubrick felt he would then be accepted into a larger ‘inner circle’ of elitism, but instead, he was shunned.  His mea culpa and confession was hidden in symbolism and hidden messages in various films, such as The Shining and Eyes Wide Shut.  It was ironic that at the time he was producing 2001, Kubrick was also reading the book Eyes Wide Shut..

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The Inner Circle – William Harford Uninvited and at Risk (Eyes Wide Shut)

Kent Daniels Bentkowski, as well as other researchers, has examined the double entendre and hidden symbolism in Eyes Wide Shut – 24 figures that lead to and cover for the Illuminati, the Iron Fist, the Velvet Glove, and the Synarchy: the Synarchist Group of Global Rulers.  This scary group was traced back to the Occult Theocracy as far back as 1520 and even the Knights Templar in 1118. (Occult Theocracy, Edith Miller.)

“This is also a fitting metaphor for our times,” said Bentkowski, speaking of the Alice Through The Looking Glass and Down The Rabbit Hole metaphors outlined in the movie, as in the use of mirrors, “as many people seem to be fast asleep as to the evil that is being carried out in their names, and in the names of their children, and our nation: the down the Down The Rabbit Hole metaphor…the corruption of all levels of Law Enforcement and the Judiciary, where justice can indeed be purchased, if the price is right.”.

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William Harford, Alert, Watching
(Scene from Kubrick’s Movie Eyes Wide Shut)

Stanley Kubrick mysteriously died four days after delivering the final cut of Eyes Wide Shut to Warner Brothers.

Inherent in the scenery are allusions to media propagandists like Conrad Brean and Stanley Motss in the movie Wag the Dog, hired mogul-theatric-guns, that even competed with or work aligned to the CIA and the intelligence community to create politics as “much the art of media manipulation” (Mimi Lu, November 30, 2007).  ‘‘The essential elements of propaganda in stirring up public sympathy for the government cause,” said Lu, “with enervating cynicism, it (the movie) satirizes the hypocrisy of the government and malleable media and the exasperatingly naïve public.”

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Manipulating the Media.
ORWELLIAN TERRITORY

“Whatever the truth behind these very latest developments in the world of secret government bunkers, bases, and installations, I will say…as our society heads off into Orwellian territory… a certain pair of words…KEEP OUT!”

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William Harford Blocked at the Gates to the Elite Mansion (Scene from Eyes Wide Shut)
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Nick Redfern – Author
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Russian Progress Rocket at Baikonur Cosmodrome – June 28, 2010
https://www.123rf.com/stock-photo/cosmodrome.html?mediapopup=7298286
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Fred L. Crisman
https://www.fold3.com/page/73567473_fred_crisman/
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Keep Out at the Montauk Time-travel Research
http://mysticalraven.com/history/2813/the-real-time-travel-experiment-of-montauk-that-inspired-stranger-things
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Danny Casolaro as depicted in the Chicago Theater production Danny Casolaro Died for You
http://www.stageandcinema.com/2014/10/02/danny-casolaro-died-for-you/
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Danny Casolero and the Synchroncity of Assassinations
http://lunaticoutpost.com/thread-685827.html
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The Guinness Book of Records lists the missing Reichsbank treasure as the greatest unsolved bank robbery in history.  Where did it go?
http://nazigold.greyfalcon.us/
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Intelligence Agent Fred Crisman was Shot by a  Ray-gun in a Dero Firefight in a Jungle Cavern   
https://hotsitepanini.com.br/vertigo/series/frequencia-global/
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Ray Palmer Edition of the Shaver Mystery
http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Richard_Shaver
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Artist Depiction of Richard Shaver’s Underworld
https://stefanpoag.com/category/shaver/
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Investigative Reporter Danny Casolaro was “Suicided” and His Notes and Tape Recorder were Missing.
http://www.groundzeromedia.org/2015/11/11/the-octopus-conspiracy-spectral-evidence.
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William Harford, Alert, Watching
(Movie Scene from Eyes Wide Shut)
http://paulmcguire.us/nwv030116.html
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The Inner Circle – William Harford Uninvited and at Risk (Eyes Wide Shut)
http://topicstock.pantip.com/chalermthai/topicstock/A2888379/A2888379.html
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https://vigilantcitizen.com/moviesandtv/the-hidden-and-not-so-hidden-messages-in-stanley-kubricks-eyes-wide-shut-pt-ii/.
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William Harford Blocked at the Gates to the Elite Mansion (Scene From Eyes Wide Shut)
https://yts.ag/movie/eyes-wide-shut-1999
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Animals are Mysteriously Mutilated and Dropped From Above 
http://www.santafeghostandhistorytours.com/cowm.html
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Stanley Kubrick and Movie Crew Preparing a 2001 Movie Scene
https://indieethos.com/2013/04/22/how-stanley-kubrick-broke-the-rules-of-classical-hollywood-cinema-and-made-a-better-film-with-2001-a-space-odyssey-my-ma-thesis-redux-part-1-of-4/
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Manipulating the Media
Wag the Dog (1997)
Photos with Robert De Niro, Anne Heche, Dustin Hoffman, David Koechner
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/manufacturing-fake-news-ok-gain-publicity-azuan-muda.
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The Eldridge:  Philadelphia Experiment – Philadelphia Harbor – August 1943
http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/time_travel/esp_ciencia_timetravel08a.htm.
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The Nazi “Werewolves”
http://monkey-paw.deviantart.com/art/Werewolf-and-german-greatcoat-159192778.
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Steve Erdmann – Independent Investigative Journalist 

 

 Another version of this article can be seen at https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/hidden-places/

 

A Strange Area 51!

Pay Attention to – The Men behind the Area 51 Curtain

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C,Steve Erdmann, 2012.
This article was published in the September 30, 2012 issue of The UFO Digest Magazine, and is printed here with permission.
ufodigest.com/article/pay-attention-–-men-behind-area-51-curtain.
Small portions can be quoted by reviewers and journalists as long as full credits are given back to the original article.

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“He who is not courageous enough to take the risks will accomplish nothing in life.”  Muhammad Ali

The Magnificent Oz told Dorothy and her two companions in the Wizard of Oz to “pay no attention” to the “man behind the curtain.”   We asked Annie Jacobsen to do just that.  As a veteran news reporter and journalist, Jacobsen seems ideal to dissect formerly secretive information telling about the super-secret, and sometimes nonexistent, test sites in Nevada that allegedly sectored out of a large section of the hidden desert of about 4,500 acres, and eventually tagged AREA 51..

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The Wizard of Oz Man Behind the Curtain.

Actually, the secret base encompassed areas 22, 25, and other mysterious areas such as 5 and 4, with the White Sands Proving Grounds and the Groom Lake Bomb Sites, also included – if not many others. (Area 51: An Uncensored History of America’s Top Secret Military Base,  Annie Jacobsen, The Little, Brown and Company, Hachette Book Group, 237 Park Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10017, www.hachettebookgroup.com, May 2011, 523 pages).

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BEHIND THE CURTAIN.

Jacobsen’s excursion begins with the Black Project Manhattan that gave us the first practicing atomic bomb that was used to destroy Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan.   She glides through the years, detailing the creation of an all-powerful Atomic Energy Commission, Project Nutmeg, Project Hood, Operation Sandstorm, Zebra, Greenhouse, Tall King, Elint, Project 57 – continuing into the creation of Project Oxcart, the espionage of the U-2 spy plane, and projects such as Skylark and Dragon Lady.

“It is from the Atomic Energy Act of 1946 that the concept ‘Born Classified’ came to be,” says Jacobsen, “(The Project) would be born classified and that even the president of the United States would not necessarily have a need-to-know about it.”.

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Annie Jacobsen.

Jacobsen details the subplot of the Nazi underground scientists comes to America, Operation Dragon Return and Operation Paperclip, the hunting down, surrender and incorporation of Hitler’s special Nazi scientists, and the eventually discovered Horton Brother’s “wingless, tailless, saucer-like craft,” the Horten X and the Horten 13 (that many say greatly resembled Kenneth Arnold’s June 1947 mystery aircraft spotted near Mt. Rainer, Washington).   All blends of these technologies were run through the Office of Policy Coordination (OPC).   It was suspected that the Russians had also gained Nazi technology.

Out of this World War II confluence came the U-2 spy plane (Project Aquatone) and the evolution of the CIA test-facility in Nevada, escalating into promised space projects such as a nuclear Mars spaceship called Project Orion and Project Nerva.  Some researchers believed the project was secretly continued to the present day into a super-secret space “Navy.”   These same investigators pointed to the extensive underground tunnel systems that allegedly are existent across America, as Jacobsen also points out.

But, as is inevitable with discussions of Area 51, the topic of “flying saucers” also come up surfacing in the topics of mysterious associations with UFOs at Area 51..

DO NOT MENTION.

“Jim Friedman remembers the first time he brought up the subject of UFOs with his EG&G supervisor at Area 51,” says Jacobsen, “…middle of the 1960s…’I heard through the rumor mill that one of the UFOs had gone to Wright-Pat and was then brought to a remote area of the test site; I heard it was in Area 22’…(the supervisor replied) ‘Jim, I don’t want to hear you mention anything like that, ever again, if you want to keep your job.’”

Jacobsen points to the Bob Lazar allegations of Reverse-engineered alien spacecraft, which sticks out as an incongruous sore-thumb oddity in her book, with no real explanation (more and more, the Lazar story appears to be a psychological plant), despite the fact that Jacobsen had been privy to a dearth of previously classified and secret Area 51 files under the Freedom Of Information Act.   She demurely states that two lie-detector tests administered to him were inconclusive..

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And then it gets more intimidating and suspicious: the Roswell UFO crash came to Area 51, but it was not from outer space – it was from Russia.   A reputable Area 51 scientist (she claims to have investigated his background and it is impeccable.  Subsequently, he turns out to be Dr. Alfred O’Donnell, an 89-year-old veteran of Edgerton, Germeshausen and Green, Inc. [EG&G] who worked at Groom Lake in 1947, was an early member of the Manhattan Project and the Atomic Energy Commission) privately told her that Stalin invented and flew a “helicopter version” of the captured Nazi stealth craft the Horton Ho 229 (which had a swept-back appearance and may have been sighted by Kenneth Arnold as he flew near Mt. Rainer in 1947) to Roswell, manned by surgically altered mutant children invented by none other than the mad-Nazi scientist Josepf Mengele on a sojourn to Russia.

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WAR OF THE WORLDS

The purpose was an elaborate psychological publicity stunt by Russian dictator Joseph Stalin (who had also been interested in creating an army of mutant gorilla-human soldiers; and Stalin had been very slighted by our securing and inventing the atomic weapons first); he wanted to scare the hell out of Americans, very much like the panic the radio broadcast by Orson Wells’ War Of The Worlds produced.  This story has drawn its share of criticism..

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Orson Welles’ October 30, 1938, War of the Worlds Radio Broadcast

T.D. Barnes, a former electronics radar and communications “road runner” at Area 51 in 1968 claimed the incident never happened.   Dr. Melvin Morse, Md., said on June 15, 2011, that the genetic manipulation alleged was not possible now or in 1947   (Dr. Morse is a clinical associate professor of pediatrics at the University Of Washington, as well as a graduate of George Washington School Of Medicine, and he has worked in pediatrics at the University of San Francisco and also in pediatrics at the Seattle Children’s Hospital).

Auschwitz prisoner Alex Dekel said of Mengele: “I have never accepted the fact that Mengele himself believed he was doing serious work – not from the slipshod way he went about it.”.

THE ANGEL OF DEATH

Following Mengele’s escape, all of his records were destroyed.  Those diaries and letters turned over by his family, while revealing his evil philosophy, gave no meaningful laboratory data.  Files from his infamous C.A.N.D.L.E.S experiments on twins have been lost.  The question remains: where did Mengele perform his Russian experiments; when did he do so in Russia; and how do you prove this happened?.

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Josef Mengele  (Center)

On January 27, 1945, Mengele was in a camp at Gross Rosen in lower Siberia, which was dissolved under the Russian advance.   On May 3, he was at the Wehrmacht Medical Unit led by Otto Kahler, captured by the Soviets, and taken as a prisoner of war by Americans.  He was released in June, 1945 and his papers show him as Fritz Hollmann, staying briefly in Rosenbaum, Bavaria as a farm hand from July, 1945 to May, 1949. Via Innsbruch, Austria and Genoa, Italy, he made his way to Buenos Aires, Argentina through generous donations and payments from his wealthy family and a mystery network called ‘Odessa.’

Mengele would probably be targeted by Stalin for Stalin’s ‘First Circle’ Gulag for scientist prisoners; not a private laboratory (Solzhenitsyn’s Gulag Archipelago).

Also, if Stalin had a technologically advanced stealth craft – that may have been overflying America in early 1947 – Kenneth Arnold and a number of sightings of similar objects  –  would Stalin have not used this craft for much more than ”psychological tricks”?  Further investigation is needed to resolve these questions.  Was Alfred O’Donnell lying, deluded or confused?.

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March 1952 Fantastic Adventures Magazine: “Flying Saucers: Russia’s Secret Weapon?” (Milton Lesser) .

Radio program host George Knapp of the Coast To Coast program told his audience on August 22, 2011, 12:55 a.m. CST, that he had interviewed O’Donnell twenty years earlier and was told a different story by O’Donnell on Roswell.  Knapp said he would not divulge the details until he spoke to O’Donnell once again.  On December 19, 2011, at 1:47 a.m. CST, Knapp further commented that in that earlier interview with O’Donnell that O’Donnell made cryptic remarks regarding “aliens from ‘somewhere’ that spoke in a strange language.”

I can’t help feeling it somewhat of a sad ending and even anti-climactic to the glorious picture of Area 51 Jacobsen portrays throughout most of her book and Groom Lake’s drive to advance technology and national defense: and the climb to new highs in the Space Age.

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Annie Jacobsen
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Annie Jacobsen
http://www.theufochronicles.com/2011/05/
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https://noriohayakawa.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/my-comments-on-annie-jacobsens-book-area-51/.
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https://noriohayakawa.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/my-comments-on-annie-jacobsens-book-area-51/.
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Josef Mengele  (Center)
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/world/the-times/angel-of-death-nazi-josef-mengeles-bones-used-for-science/news-story/4d132d37f37273f3b54d61d61510a939.
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The Wizard of Oz Man Behind the Curtain
https://arthritisashley.com/2014/11/19/pay-no-attention-to-the-man-behind-the-curtain-public-selfies-private-illness/
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out Annie Jacobsen
http://gcmag.org/exclusive-interview-annie-jacobsen-the-woman-who-blew-the-lid-off-area-51/
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March 1952 Fantastic Adventures Magazine: “Flying Saucers: Russia’s Secret Weapon?” (Milton Lesser)
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The issue of the magazine has the headline, “Flying saucers: Russia’s secret weapon?” The story is “He fell among thieves” by Milton Lesser. This has the promotional line, “When this Martian crashed the Iron Curtain … He fell among thieves.”
The incidence of UFO sightings in the US in the 1950s was unbelievably high and this story puts forward a reason: Russia had captured a Martian who had helped them build flying saucers, and these were now being used to spy on the US.
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Wizard of Oz – on the Yellow Brick Road
https://yearone2015.wordpress.com/2015/03/09/tootle-jar/
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Steve Erdmann – Independent  Investigative Journalist

 

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The Face of the Humans!

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https://www.newsweek.com/artificial-intelligence-hijack-brain-computer-interface-control-decisions-ai-705511
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The following article was published in the May 3, 2020 issue of Universal Digest and is reproduced here with permission.
Small quotes are permitted along with full credits to the authors from reviewers and researchers.
Copyright, C, 2020, Steve Erdmann and Ed Smith
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As the site develops, comments are most welcome to help ‘tweak’ the various menus and subjects of interest in order to supply the readers and viewers the information they request.  The purpose and direction of Universal Digest are not to bring just breaking news or fad articles to the public.  It is more apt to state this site is bringing more relevant, poignant and credible information persons can read, view, and watch that covers many times, years, and eras of human history one may find not only enjoyable; it is educational, informative, and useful for all ages from around the world;  the goal of Universal Digest is to publish in area of ufology, science, history, world, regional, and some local news and events; experiencer, telepathic and paranormal subject matter are also published.
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HOMOSAPIEN 

By:

Steve Erdmann

It was the quiet little chirp of the wren somewhere outside the house that first caught his attention.  Like some vague feeling pricking the top of his body hairs ever so lightly, the incessant chirp from that little brown feathery body perched on the tree limb outside the bedroom window kept infiltrating his mind.

Peaceful.  Yes, it was very, very peaceful, restful, and gracious.  He lay motionless underneath the linen sheet he used as a blanket.  His face, a smooth lineless continence of tranquility, and his mind somewhere between the darkness of his dream-world and the dawning of the first rays of daylight beaming through his bedroom window and bathing him in a brilliant white.

A fly lazily buzzed to and fro about the man’s face.  Like a miniature household servant come to wake its master, the fly landed on the man’s head.  When it crawled from his head onto his arm skin, the man instantly perceived it was there.  He squirmed beneath the sheet.  The insect took to flight, circled about, and gently, very, very gently, landed near its previous landing spot, urging the master to arise.

This time the man stretched his arms, turning slowly about in the bed.  He blinked for a moment, glancing out the window, realizing that it was time to once again start a daily routine.  He momentarily closed his eyes, allowing the caressing sunshine to rest upon his features.

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He was amused at the melodious singing of the little bird outside.  He smiled.   Then he lazily moved his legs to the edge of the bed, and like a mighty Zeus emerging out of the surface of the sea, he slowly vacated the bed, pushing himself like a bear just awaken from hibernation.

The housecoat felt warm and comforting about him, but the floor was ice cold, making him give out a sigh of relief as he put on his slippers.  He pulled the strings to his robe tight, secure, and shuffled off into the kitchen; there he perked the coffee till short puffs of steam came out of the spout.  Every now and then, a few drops would sputter out of the spout and dribble down into the flames below, making a hissing sound.  From the range a warm radiance spread out into the kitchen in ever-widening ripples.  The small old-fashioned clock hung over the hovel of the sink and pantry, and the sweeps of its stubbly pendulum seemed to say ‘hello, hello.’

It took some effort to control his memory of those frightening nights in the dark bedroom with no sound, no children noise, no words, just the flashbacks of the divorce courtroom and the horrid masquerade of reality that came true before his eyes when the so-called legal system turned black into white and the memories of brighter days into dank dark desertion.  Many following nights he fought the dysgeusia and copper taste of fear and flight anxiety attacks until those more stable moments when they would disappear now and then.  This morning seemed to be one of those.

Next came the sizzling beacon and the crackle of the frying breakfast sausage, slowly, slowly making the morning whole as bits of reality, as churning mechanisms seen in household appliances, flashes of electricity through the grey matter of the human brain, all going into operation as one coordinated, smooth picture.  He thoughtfully meanders through his breakfast.

Socks; warm; skin-fitting; the latest pair bought.  New trousers; freshly creased. A leather belt with sleek sheen; followed by a white shirt; high collar to cover his long neck.  Soon followed were pearl cuff-links; the tie; a nice charcoal color to match his pants.  No wrinkles in pants: new.

Like a sculptor of marble, his personal appearance began to take shape.  Each movement of his hand brought with it a snug packing of the clay in the imaginary statue.  Shirt tail whipped in, straight and even; tie-knot, tight and in place.  His short hair groomed and styled.

The man tapped the top of his dresser to show pride in his creation, another accomplishment in the early morning serenade of awakening.

Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack: the rhythm of someone’s shoe taps could be heard faintly outside in their hurried walk down the sidewalk.  Too industrious, thought the man, but still permissible; the announcer on the radio spoke in serene, low monosyllables; short, musical statements in a base voice; evenly pronounced and not harsh.  The announcer was saying that it was going to be a beautiful autumn day, and the temperatures might reach a pleasant 75-80 degrees this Halloween.  Don’t put away all your summer clothes, the announcer is saying; you might want to wear them still today.  The man smiled to himself and nodded in agreement. Let’s see, wallet? Money? Credit cards? Notebook? Bus pass? Handkerchief in pocket?  All here.

The early morning sunlight covered the kitchen as if the radiance were bathing the room in a baptism of rejuvenation.  The strong aroma of fresh coffee intermingled with the brisk, mystic smell of men’s cologne, and he further imagines a bathed lady that equally had sensually dabbed her body with perfume.  He grabbed his well-blocked hat out of the closet, sitting it on his head: no, he suddenly decides, he would not wear it today.  He finally reached for the knob of the front door and summoned his courage to leave his day-dream environment behind.  It was a Halloween holiday and one that he hoped would not be matched.

Bright morning sunlight still shone through the door Venetian blinds reminding him of similar recollections of himself as a little boy playing with neighbor children on sun coated sidewalks  back on Castleman Avenue.

Opening the front door, he is slightly taken aback by the heavy drone of a big truck that seemed to emerge out of nowhere, blocking his view of his direct neighborhood.  Its big red letters seemed to immobilize him until the heavy vibration of the truck was gone.

The man collected his thoughts, shifting his chin as to try to straighten his collar, dislocated by the sudden appearance of the truck.  Instead, he fidgeted the knot of his tie with his fingers; smoothed his coat along its sides. As he headed for the sidewalk, he briefly glanced back to his house, bathed in the golden hues of the morning sunlight.  A sparrow landed on the steps before him, twisting its head side to side, ogling the oncoming giant beside him.  Then it darted away, blended into the glare of the sun.

At the bus stop he tasted the fresh, crisp air with its underbelly of autumn decay.  The acrid smell of the chemicals at a nearby paint factory seemed disjointed from the smell of the close evergreen shrubbery.  The bus stop was attended by two talkative ladies, both projecting their respective, strong perfumes.  They wait for the bus too, he thought to himself; such staunch, middle-class ladies; the salt of the traditional America; Conservatives dressed in their placid best; such a no-nonsense color for an overcoat; PTA, Ladies’ Solidarity, and Bible-reading grandmothers.  See how they chatter, gossip, the man thought to himself, tending to the world of everyday events?

“That’s what she told me, yes indeed…”  The one lady spoke energetically. 

The bus is coming.  The doors hiss open.

 “I’ll be, Marriene, she didn’t?” the other exclaims as they climb aboard.

“Yes, yes she did…the bitch!

“No,” the man thinks, and slumps his head to look at their shoes, “I didn’t hear that remark on this quiet morning of autumn.”   There is a lullaby of barking dogs and teenage laughter in the background.  No, he thinks to himself, it was not our all-American grandmothers who said that.

As the door hissed shut, the voices of the two quarreling grade school kids fighting over a bicycle could be heard on the steps of the nearby church.

“Get your god-damned foot off the peddle or I’ll break your god-damned, son-of-a bitch….”

The back seat of the bus is warm, almost hot from the rays of the sun.  He nestles in the bough as if a cold bird into its nest.  He glances out the heavily smudged window, looking beyond the lipstick smears and obscenities drawn there sometime last night.  He blinks hard, pretending that it is only a momentary obstruction.  He can see the expressions on the motorists below the window, which is all that matters to him.

When the bus reached Elm Street at the intersection of Genevieve, he had counted some twenty ‘families’ driving in autos.  He instinctively knew they were families because of the three or four children between the back and front seats. Mom sat almost statuesque by her “daddy” at the wheel: he, holding a cigarette so very authoritatively in his fingers, or her placing one hand on her husband’s knee, as if to signify her claim to ownership.  Sometimes, the pose would change from car to car, and when it was a car that carried adolescent boys and girls, the scene sometimes changed dramatically; the teenagers would hug tightly, entwining their limbs as if to squeeze every drop of intimacy into each other.  Her hair would lie on his shoulder; another’s hair would lie on his chest.  But when he saw nothing but a blanket of smooth, flowing velvet, the strains of which made a shining blanket across the boy’s lap, his face went flush, and then red.  He turns his gaze quickly away from the window, his pulse racing higher.

At the intersection of Sydney and Spring the bus jerked to a stop.  Four fuzzy-headed teenagers bang at the door, rudely with impact, not waiting for the driver to release the door hydraulic-pressure.  The man noticed the bus-driver’s face was mysteriously nonplussed and emotionless to the outburst.

“Thanks Pop!” said the tallest boy; he had to bend his neck to keep from scraping his head on the bus ceiling.   All but one paid their fares; the last stood momentarily defiant before the driver, his fists clenched straight down to his sides.  Not a word said, just a stone-cold stare between the two. Without paying his fare, the shortest of the four swaggered his way back through the aisle, much like a bully burst through the saloon-house door.  The four arranged themselves along two larger side-seats; they extended their legs out into the aisle, punching each other with furious deviltry, revealing gaping holes in the sides of their jeans.  Squeals of hysterical laughter riveted the bus, but no one looked except the man who manufactured a prolonged gaze that eventually contracted a wall of hateful wonderment from the gang of boys.

“Anything wrong with you, Pop?” the tallest queried.

The man just gazed on.  Slowly, oh so slowly, his lips moved in a quiver.  “No,” he spoke softly, “no,” he said again even softer.  He turned back to the window, gazing on the churning smoke from a chemical factory’s chimney.  He tries to mentally close his ears to their obscenities; instead, he concentrates on those long, thick vapors that churned in and around themselves as they circled upwards, higher and higher.  He will keep his gaze on this until the factory falls from his range of vision, hoping that peace and tranquility will be restored and this invasion of civility would be over.

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The crowd builds on the bus as they near the downtown area; so filled that the man can barely see the “No Smoking” sign towards the front of the bus.  It has become laden with the cigarette smoke from unconcerned passengers.  The aisle has become jammed with men, women, and children, each holding tightly on some nearby artifact, such as a pocket of a mother’s coat, or the sweat-lubricated chrome seat handle.

Splat! Splat! Splat!   Three shaggy-haired grade schoolers race out towards the middle of the street, bogging down traffic which nearly brought about their injury: from their dirt-stained hands are thrown three MacDonald’s restaurant hamburger sandwiches.  The guts of these missiles ooze down the glass panes in a sickening avalanche of garbage___as sickening as the vulgar retorts off the lips of the three boys rambling back to the curb.   Motorists impatiently honk at them.  The youths signal obscenities at them and rush off laughing wildly and indifferent.  No one looks, other than the drivers who nearly hit them; everyone seems unconcerned.

The bus begins to stop and start in aggravating jerks, descending deeper into the city traffic.  The heights of buildings begin to grow taller as the bus creeps deeper into the interior of the city metropolitan jungle.   Peculiar taps and nudges are felt by the man as the mass of humanity closes upon him.  The rock-like bulge in the pocket of a grey-haired, well-groomed man next to him is suddenly removed by that man, revealing itself as a bottle of Johnny Walker whiskey.   He watches as the imbiber caresses the bottle containing the putrid-smelling liquid to his quivering lips, small drops travel down his chin and dangle from his cracks in his face. No one stares at the swigged performance and the bottle is quickly replaced unconcerned back in a coat pocket.

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 The man begins to feel suffocated.  He sees his destination two stoplights away.  Suddenly the surroundings don’t seem the same.  It looks peculiar, almost as if a scene in a dream where quasi-shapes and half-familiar sights appear.  But its strangeness might seem like some sort of ‘home,’ only if he could safely make his way through the limbs, human bosoms, and torsos to the exit.

Slowly he begins to nudge his way through the “meat factory,” and he begins to visualize racks of butchered meat hanging from hooks.  Bad breath followed next by a sweet candy-smelling perfume.  The smell of mothballs from a jacket recently removed from summer hibernation.  He steps on someone’s shoe; he gets cursed.   A newspaper flares up into his face as a pedestrian turns a page during the person’s transit-reading.

The plunging, hissing sound of the air compression of the door appears as a welcoming gateway into cool, fresh air.  He bounds out into a conveyor of sidewalk pedestrians that, even here, nudge and shuffle him; but he doesn’t mind as he hopes he has obtained new freedom.

He bustles through the revolving door, shoulder to shoulder with customers, into a drone of sounds, clinking coffee cups, and incessant monkey-like chatter of the crowd.  The smell of the latest perfumes, colognes, and sweet milk chocolate are from the nearby counters.   Perfumes that drip off of dark, lovely skins that zip by in micro-mini-skirts and colorful pantsuits; meaty scents that one could almost be tempted to bite into.

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Towards the middle of the department store floor he is held back by a swarm of people gushing from the escalator.  They branch off in all directions, leaving him huddled in one spot.   He timidly walks towards the ‘up’ escalator. “Can’t do it,” he sneers at himself, feeling the latest pangs of motion sickness from the gasoline smells that escorted his bus ride.  He couldn’t stand that fight at the top of the escalator steps.  Resigning himself to the task of getting more fresh air, he wipes the perspiration of his forehead and bounds through the crowd to the farthest exit.

“What the hell?” indignantly queries a husky man who attempted to crowd the same revolving door with the man, who, in the growing depths of nausea, smiles back at him in apology, allowing the husky person to command the door.  The man waits patiently until no one wants to use the portal, then he ventures outside.

“Daddy, daddy, be so good to me,” blurts the large Walkman radio swinging from the hip of a Negro with shinning leather boots and a large sombrero hat.   “Baby! Baby, do it to me now! Baby…..” 

“Chick, com’on, doll, cause you the biggest love bun in the block, dat why,” giggles a sleek, sensuous Negress secured lustfully to her boy-friend’s arm.   Metallic loops dangle from earlobes beneath bleached, blonde hair; her buttocks brazenly protrude from the rim of her skin-tight red ‘hot pants.’  On they stumble – “Daddy, you won’t make a move on me, doll….”

“Gum? Anybody buy gum?” churns the words from a twisted mouth of a Paraparetic, cane in hand, tin cup in the other, limping along at a snail’s pace.  “Gum?” he pleads to around him careening by him in a river of flesh, “Want to buy some gum?”   He shakes the battered tin cup, the coins forlornly jangle.  One man instantly searches his pocket for loose change.  The crippled man nears him, only a few feet away, “Gum?”   “Here you are,” the pedestrian reassures the cripple, reaching for the tin cup.

Down the cripple goes!   The earth turns about him and he suddenly finds himself being scuffled by boots, shoes, and sandal-ed and nearly bare feet.   Someone leaps over him as the crowd momentarily rearranges itself to make room.  A blur of bodies – one, two, three young girls in hipster garb race down the street into the maze of humanity onto the next block.  A few feet away from the girls moving on in express, the cripple churns his neck about, searching the passing crowd, looking for a helping hand.  His cup with money is now a lost companion.  He is unable to say anything but the words he has memorized, drilled, and forced him to learn in month over months of repetition: “Gum?”   He extends his hand pleadingly to the astonished and indifferent people that pass on by.  The cripple slowly, painfully, arches his back and uses the cane to resurrect an upright stance.  The atmosphere about the par paretic becomes a cubicle of woman’s nylon against nylon and feminine deodorant, pierced by cigar smoke blown in his face.

“Move on! Move on, damn ya!”   A group of jelly-bellied conventioneers have flanked the sidewalk, almost arm in arm, as if the front line of an infantry sweeping the battlefield.  Racing backwards in faltering steps, the cripple extends one hand over his head, waving it to keep balance and also seeking Samaritan assistance, only to find him in the animal-like huddle at the “No walk” sign at the corner. 

The sweet and putrid smells of perfumes and after-shave fragrances cascade over our traveler, as he finds himself hurdled into the mass of flesh, clothing, and the gut of the mob.   Perspiration begins to trickle down his cheek, his nose itches from the threads of sprayed hair belonging to a fat, chunky female shadowing him.  If only he could turn around and attempt to see the fate of the crippled man.

“Go!” instructs a skinny boy, knees black with dirt glaring below the rim of his stained shorts.  The boy’s hair flops about his eyes like the mane of a St. Bernard dog.  He drags his mother by the hand into the crowd of street-crossing pedestrians unfortunately blocked by a negro boy and white girl standing immobile in the middle of the traffic: the boy is passionately kissing the girl, holding her back into the cradle of his arm, and with the other fondles her breasts, and then, in snake-like fashion, rushes his hand under her short-shorts seeking the crease in your buttocks.  No one stares; no one looks.  They gush around the two like foaming water around jagged rocks in the middle of racing water in a stream.

The man is carried along, stumbling; stepping on feet, careening through ‘out-flung’ newspaper pages, till he locates the curb and with a heave, lifts him onto the sidewalk.

He has come to rest near a restaurant; he presses his radiant face on the cold panes of air-conditioned glass and closes his eyes to decide as to if he should go inside and find a seat.  The smell of gasoline has found him again, like a phantom from bus to sidewalk, sidewalk to sidewalk, and like a developing nightmare, nausea is created in his stomach.  He notices a scratch on his hand and he reaches into his pocket fumbling for a handkerchief and he dabs his wound.

“Get your Raw World News here!” shouts a tall, thin boy, his hair draped over his head and shoulders from the rank humidity as if someone poured a bucket of water on it, and continued to soak every strand, progressing down his cloths as if to pull them to his feet.  The man expected to see this happen but was suddenly alarmed to see the boy’s bare feet.   Instead, the boy’s clothes stubbornly hung on to him as he shouts, “Raw World News, here. The only original people’s militant-pagan review in the city! Raw World, here! Raw World!”

A lady with two cardboard boxes under each arm and a bag lodged underneath her chin, stops to examine the front page of the newspaper: it is a photograph of Lillian Swan, number one militant libertine giving a close-up of her middle finger extended upward in protest; the headline reads: “Country Must Change, or Else Die!” 

The lady wants to maneuver herself so she can turn the page of the newspaper, but –wham! – knocked from her under the barrage of street-people, the swarm carries her parcels, being kicked heedlessly, down the sidewalk, some people divided in attention by a commotion back up the street where the Paraparetic had been knocked down, others intent on seeing the colored boy and white girl, now engaged in actual fondling on the corner of the street, both laying prostrate to one side of the nearby trash container as a ring of people jealously guard their sensuous privacy.

“Hey! My boxes!” shouts the lady, trying to fight into the swarm.   “Out of the way, damn it! My boxes! Oh!”

Pressed into this incongruous activity, the man slides nervously along the cold glass storefront till he meets the end of the building.  The side of his face is caressed by a gentle breeze flowing out of the nearby alley across from him and just a few feet away.

“Take it, damn it! Take my purse!” cries a whimpering voice from a mascara-streaked face of an old whore held at gunpoint.  The man leans to one side to get a better view.  He barfs slightly, swallowing back the vomit as he fights the sickness of carbon monoxide poisoning.  From the record shop across the street, through its overhead loudspeakers, booms the beginning of Schubert’s Symphony No. 8, the Unfinished Symphony.

“Here!  Take it!”  The whore holds out a fist of money and jewels that drip from the sides of her hand.  Her watered eyes plead to the snub-nosed revolver held directly at her face. “Oh, God! Take it!”

Why no one investigates the alley, the man wonders as Schubert’s symphony progresses into the allegro moderato.   He notices the prostitute staggers towards the gunman, moaning, “…no, no….”

Bam! Bam! Bam! 

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The symphony hits a peak as everyone crossing the alley stops and stares as if an unfortunate ‘intrusion’ was forced upon them.   And like cattle turned out of a gate, they stampede into the narrow passageway.  Symphony No. 8 begins its slow dirge, its whining andante con moto, and as if synchronized with the pulse of actions comes the sirens of police cars that burst around the street corner: revolving lights flashing, brakes squealing, as squad cars nearly careen into the middle of the people in the alley.  The people dash to the sides of the buildings to keep from being hit.  The crowd immediately closes back in about the officers slinking out of their cars and into the murder scene.Homo Zombie_Apocalypse

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The man barfs again.  He realizes he must move to a clearing near the bus stop area.  He staggers to the bus sign, leans his head on a cold metal pole and shuts his eyes as he focuses on nothing but the low dirge of Schubert’s No. 8.  “Bus, come on, please, come on!” he begs inwardly.  “I want to go back home,” he mumbles to him, “back, back home.”

Hiss!  As if by his direct command, a miracle, the smell of bus-rubber surprises him, and the bus doors open before his face.  Pushing, lunging people force him up the steps, the driver,  oblivious that the man did not attempt to show his pass as he was nearly knocked to the floor.  The man quickly grabs a chrome seat handle and pulls himself into a nearby seat of the bus.  Thankfully, he lodges his head on the pane-seal of an open window that someone created despite the air-conditioning.  Schubert has gone into his dramatic allegro con brio. Once again, a police officer squad car careens around another corner.  The bus driver impatiently honks for the crowded street to clear so he can be on his way.  The bus inches a few feet….stops….inches a few more….stops….to ward off his stomach sickness, the man holds his handkerchief over his mouth. “I must concentrate!” he pleads to himself.  “Concentrate on that glorious ending of the 8th, that allegro con brio.”.

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“Out of the way, you bastards!” commands the bus driver, his voice barely discernible in the zombie-like rows of people compressing the aisle of the bus.    Finally, the jerks of the bus combine into longer, smoother flows, lasting at least the length of a block.  “Oh, the pain!”   The insufferable ache in the pit of the man’s stomach fights an epitome battle against a world of the intertwined smells of perfume, cigar smoke, gasoline fumes, bubble gun and whiskey breath.  “Move! Please, move bus!”

Bam! Bam! Bam!  The man again visualizes the smoking tip of the revolver in the murder scene, and that blank stare that appeared on the prostitute’s face, her pupils suddenly becoming dilated, and her mouth suddenly twisted and contorted.  The contents in her hand dripping out onto the ground, much like the spreading blood from her stomach.

At Spruce and Murdoc, the man opened his eyes and peered out the window to discern a row of broken-down tenements, the small front yards with foot-high weeds and grass and a barely visible walkway.   In front of the paintless fence were two toddlers, caked with mud and crying profusely.  Once again, the man laid his head on the sill of the window, feeling the violent vibrations of the bus through his skull; rough, yet comforting enough by providing some distraction to his physical displeasure.

Broadway and Juniata: large beads of sweat drip down his check.  He dabs them gently with his handkerchief.  “Just a few more minutes,” he assures himself.

Ahead, he sees his bus stop creeping up.  Painfully, he lifts himself up and pushes forward around a rather obese woman who looks at him rather amusingly.  When the bus jerks to a stop, the man practically falls out of the door, but catches a low tree limb to steady him.

After dodging the reckless, perusing traffic, he glances over to the nearby church steps, only to see the broken, bent body of the bicycle the two boys had argued over earlier.  In the distance, he could hear the ferocious barking of his next-door neighbor’s dog.  Only minutes away; he prays for strength.

Agitated, he jabs the key into his front-door lock; drops of perspiration fall upon his fist, only to be shaken off by the tremble of his hand.  The door crashes back against the vestibule wall as the man feverishly staggers into the kitchen, slips to his knees, but stands once again and staggers to the bathroom.

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For a moment, it was as if the explosion of the revolver had also become the pounding of the divorce court judge’s gavel: Bam! Bam! Bam!   He remembers the firing of the revolver again to the back-ground music of Schubert’s Unfinished 8th, crescendo to a loud ending: he falls before the commode and lets out a heavy heave of vomit into the bowl.

As an accessory to this bizarre symphony, comes the very real chirp of a wren outside the bathroom window, not unlike the one that the man began his morning with:

A peaceful chirp, very, very peaceful.

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Epilogue

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The Grand Quantum Being is aware of this man’s events, and the Spark Streaming of the Being’s grandiose Mind, beyond any Positronic Computer, greater than any Quantum Algorithm, that Mind knew for eons the next stage of atomic arrangement that will take place in this man’s life.  He constantly told men and humankind that they had ‘freedom,’ but it was a lie!   That life will continue instantaneously, more keenly scrutinized as microbes in water would be by some  ethereal microscope, hiding and masked  in some infinite complacency, behind the shadows of time, across the gulfs of space, beyond the blending of colors, vibrations, any singing of the Strings, any Logic Gates, as it was performed in the beginning (and ever will be) since It called Itself  the  “The Word.”

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Complexities of UFO Science!

 Pure UFO Dynamite.

By:.

Steve Erdmann.

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2013.
This article was originally published in the October 21, 2013 issue of The UFO Digest Magazine, and is printed here with permission.  
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“Reports that say that something hasn’t happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know.  We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know.   But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”  Statement by Donald Rumsfeld, February, 2002, press briefing on the instability of Afghanistan.

This tome is a precursor to Stanley’s later book on UFOs flying over or inducted into the United States D.C. Capitol; the book chronologies fly-overs of the Prohibited and Restricted Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ), Flight Restricted Zone (FRZ) and P56 – an area with multiple accounts from 2006 and as far back as 1850.

(Close Encounters on Capitol Hill, Robert M. Stanley, Unicus Press, Providence Rhode Island, March 2011.  www.uincusmagazine, 379 pages, $25.00)

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INCURSIONS OVER WASHINGTON

Stanley cited the National Capitol Region Coordination Center (NCRCC) in Herndon, Virginia, represented by the Department of Defense, the FAA, the Secret Service Customs and Border Protection, The Transportation Security Administration, as well as the Department of Homeland Security, the U.S. Capitol Police, and the Domestic Event Network (DEN) (p. 371): from January 27, 2003 to July 17, 2005, there were 3,495 air space incursions with 655 attempted aircraft intercepts.

JESSE MARCEL

The book is peppered with little known tales of UFO activity associated with the Washington capitol, such as the late Colonel Jesse Marcel, Jr.’s 1991 clandestine meeting at the Capitol sub-basement with an unnamed official who said that the Roswell UFO crash incident was completely true.

The Capitol area has had a long history of stories of paranormal occurrences, such as the 20-year-old man who ran into the Capitol building “being chased by the devil” (Later deduced to be a UFO). 

Page 379 gives a date-by-date listing of UFO sightings in Washington, D.C.  These are usually triangular or disc-shaped and are very elusive.

INTERVIEWS WITH THE MATRIX

Pages 24 through 200 covers interviews with noted Ufologists, though not much debunking or critical analysis is offered.

Particularly interesting to this writer was David Adair’s story about being taken to Area 51 to examine a crashed UFO that appeared to be almost organic or amoebalike in operation.   Adair’s connection was his scientific interest in building rockets in the late 1960s.  Not all comments from researchers indicated that Adair is being completely truthful; some were suspicious and accused him of being a skilled and pathological liar..

DAVID ADAIR.

Adair’s connection to the UFOs and Area 51 was his scientific interest in building rockets in the late 1960s. Congressman John Ash brook helped fund Adair’s experiments with “second generation fusion rockets,” later gaining the interest of General Curtis Lemay, and eventually becoming a disciple of Dr. Steven Greer’s Disclosure Project..

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David Adair.

”Wow! I’m surprised this guy hasn’t made the Hoax list here.  This guy is one weird story. Just type ‘David Adair’ into YouTube searches from some very fun stories from a ‘rocket scientist,’” said ‘Inconceivable’ on May 15, 2008, Thursday, 4:22 a.m.   “He’s apparently been around for a while and has some kind of track record in aeronautics though I don’t know if any of that child prodigy news checks out.   I just saw his stuff on YouTube for the first time yesterday.   Apparently Dr. Greer interviewed him for the Disclosure Project a few years back but even he must have thought Adair was over the top.  I just finished reading the Greer’s Disclosure Project and Adair’s story is not in there.”

“If you Google his name it’s hard to find any debunking investigation of his claims. Incredible claims combined with that ‘I’m just a humble engineer with ‘only the facts face.’   It’s hard to beat that combination; clever,” ‘Inconceivable’ continued.   “Ufology today is a minefield of con-artists, hoaxers, disinformers, the misinformed, the gullible and even the mentally ill.   But you have to admit, it’s great entertainment!”

TRIP TO AREA 51

It was Adair’s prototype fusion rocket crash that provided him with a trip to Area 51 where he allegedly observed a crashed UFO that had a spooky “brainmachineinterface”; its “parts” acted almost organically symbiotic: Adair said he was taken into the belly of a captured alien spacecraft.

Opinions vary as to the reality of Adair’s claims.   ‘Oli’ commented on September 30, 2005, “….is the guy deliberately lying or does he believe his own bullshit, and why does the reporter take him at face value?   The numbers quoted are outlandish, and everything he says is accepted as gospel.  Surely, this sort of crap doesn’t help anyone’s case?   Or, are pro-UFO fans ingeniously willing to take anything at all provided it supports their beliefs?”

http://www.sciforums.com/dishonest-or-delusional-t-48991.

‘Oli’ pointed out that Adair has suspicious math in a few instances.   How do you calculate 8,759 mph in “about 4.6 seconds”?   Would “carbonite” withstand the G-loads in acceleration?   “Why do you need to create a ‘synthetic black hole’ for a fusion engine, asked ‘Oli,’ “a sufficiently strong magnetic field (is all that is required).”

On September 17, 2006, “Phlogistician” stated he couldn’t locate any “fusion rockets” displayed at any Science Fairs..

ARTHUR RUDOLPH.

In the middle of his adventure, Adair also had the opportunity of meeting Dr. Arthur Rudolph, the Nazi Gestapo agent during the building of the V-2 rockets and later the creation of Operation Paperclip rescues into America.   Through his demonstrations of his rocket technology, Adair was taken to Area 51 on June 20, 1971..

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Dr. Arthur Rudolph .

Rudolph was a real Nazi character in the analogs of the German Gestapo, culminating in Operations Overcast and Paperclip. Germar Rudolf documents Rudolph’s management of the Apollo Moon Landing program at Huntsville, Alabama (Gestapo USA).   Operation Paperclip, inspired by Allen Dulles and approved by Harry Truman, was to bring 1,000 Nazi scientists into the United States.   The CIA created the Capital International Airways in 1947 so they could avoid custom inspections and background checks.   Some clandestine agents “were building the new CIA out of some very interesting back-stage fragments of the German war machine.”

Riverrun, Tuesday, November 27, 2001. www.everything2.com/the-stars-of-project-paperclip.

However, this knowledge is available to anyone who cared to do research – even Adair could have found it and incorporated it into his story.   Adair, however, insisted he was actually there!

CROP CIRCLES.

Entered crop circles and Adair’s belief they contain “complex, fractal, energy patterns.”   His attachment to crop circles may be the weakest link in his substantiation as it has long been suspected by myself and other researchers that a body of sophisticated hoaxers, for the main part (not so sophisticated in others), create many of the circles – some are even in competition and offer money to farmers to accompany the fraud.   Unfortunately, Adair seemed too friendly to what appears a tainted topic, a suspicious association.   Crop circles may be the intersection where hoax, religious belief, and science blend into a “flying saucer theology.”

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Crop Circle Makers Rod Dickinson and John Lundberg.
STANDARD METHODS

Crop circle designs, said Amis, are from standard methods of Euclidean geometry using no-graduated rulers and compasses.   Also, no advanced mathematical figures have been found at Nazca, for instance, and some crop circle patterns are “incomplete.”

Creative Commons spoke of a group called The Circle Makers who were involved in commercial competition – such as the prize awarded by the Arthur Koestler Foundation and PM Magazine.   Some companies paid well for their creations (Jones, 2009, Guardian.co.uk).

Gabor Takacs, Robert Dalles, Matthew Williams are a few who had been arrested.  Hoaxers have been caught (2004, Netherlands, Margyr and Roodenburg, Reframing Dutch Culture, pp. 143-145).

The July 28, 1999 Avebury Stone Circle was heralded by UFO researchers Linda- Moulton-Howe and Whitley Strieber as “BEST PROOF.”   The circle was disproved with a confession by Team Satan circle-makers that were commissioned by the Daily Mail.  Seven people created the circle between 11:00 p.m. and 4:30 a.m.   They were witnessed by reporters and photographers from the Daily Mail..

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The Avebury Stone Crop Circle..

Both Adair and our government were feeding off the UFO phenomena and experimenting, says Stanley, with “electromagnetic fusion containment systems.”

AIRSHIPS, NAZI UFOS, AND WALT DISNEY

Stanley equally explores scientific claims of John Searl, Nassim Haramein and journalist Philip Krapf.   While interesting, their stories can’t be ‘finalized’ and Stanley’s portrayals are not critical or truly penetrating analysis.  Krapf’s “Verdants” seem just more of the growing class of “UFO religiocultists” that have arisen in the UFO arena.

Stanley devotes quite a bit of space to early sightings with several 1890 “airship” cases.  Another period he focuses upon is the 1930s, several sightings being of “triangular” crafts.  June 1, 1930 was a typical sighting at Franklin, New York.

An origin of NAZI-Germany knowledge of alien craft came from capture of a craft in 1937 in the town of Czernica.   Scientists Wehner Von Braun, Herman Goring, Max Von Laue, Otto Hahn, and Werner Heisenberg began Nazi incursions into their own aircraft inventions..

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Depiction of the 1937 Czernica UFO Crash

One airship/cow kidnapping case Stanley uses is actually a tale from a “Liars’ Club”: Mark Cashman documented the tale of April 1, 1897, wherein Le Roy Hamilton and cohorts were signers of the aforementioned affidavit, an organization of ‘tall-tales.’  This story unfortunately keeps resurfacing to the detriment of true and honest claims of UFOs.

www.rense.com/ufo/cattlehoax2.htm.www.rense.com/ufo/ufocattle1897.htm. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/list-of-ufo-related-hoaxes.

Retired Air Force Lieutenant Colonel Wendle Steven spoke of a March 19, 1995 Walt Disney UFO documentary that quoted Disney Chief Executive Officer Michael Eisner on the reality of UFOs as space visitors:

“For governments determined to maintain their authority, extraterrestrial contact is pure dynamite,” stated Eisner.   On April 19, 1995, Dr. Seth Shostak of the Seti Institute took issue with the content of the Disney feature: “….imagination alone should not be sold as science, especially when science is every bit as interesting as the fantasy.…you should at least temper your skewed presentation of contact with cosmic inhabitants by mentioning the scientific attempts….in matters of discovery nothing rivals the power of fact.”.

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The 1995 Walt Disney UFO Documentary

 

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Steve Erdmann – Independent Investigative Journalist

 

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David Adair: His presentations have inspired many organizations and his list of clients include the American Society of Mechanical Engineers, Carolina Power & Light Company, Clemson University, Consolidated Freightways, Edison Electric, Georgia Power Company, Hanes Corporation, Hoechst-Celanese Corporation, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Reynolds Aluminum, R.J. Reynolds, Thomasville Furniture Industries, Union Electric Company, and the United States Army, Air Force and Navy to name but a few .
https://allaboutdavidadair.wordpress.com/
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The Avebury Stone Crop Circle
http://www.cropcirclesecrets.org/circlemakers.html
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http://www.unicusmagazine.com/p2.htm
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That the formation made by Dickinson and Co. is an excellent, if imperfect, work of art was acknowledged (despite the crude representation of a Mandelbrot Set in the center).  Despite many poor hoaxes each year this one was by far the best man-made effort at that time in the early 2000s..

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Crop Circle Makers Rod Dickinson and John Lundberg
http://www.circlemakers.org/cereal_entrepreneurs.html
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Dr. Arthur Rudolph 
 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rudolph
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Depiction of the 1937 Czernica UFO Crash
http://www.phantomsandmonsters.com/2009/12/czernica-fuhrers-roswell.html

 

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The 1995 Walt Disney UFO Documentary
http://www.paranoiamagazine.com/2016/06/banned-disney-ufo-documentary-alien-encounters/

 

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UFOs Over the Capitol
Photo by Robert Stanley  July 28, 2008 at 3:45 a.m. in the prohibited P-56A  Fly Zone
http://www.unicusmagazine.com/freeDCUFOphotos_2.htm
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Fear over the Capitol!

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They Fly Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

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Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2012.
This article originally appeared in the October 1, 2012 issue of The UFO Digest Magazine, and is printed here with permission.
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Small portions may be quoted by reviewers and journalists as long as full credits are given back to the original article,

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A somewhat handsomely packaged chronology of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) over the District of Columbia’s Prohibited Air Defense Identification Zone (ADIZ), these are violations of the P-56A airspace restriction of the controlled capital area.  The National Capitol Region Command Center (NCRCC) statistics averaged these violations about four a day. Government aircraft intercepts averaged five times a week (p. 275).

Many intruders did not appear to be conventional aircraft.

(Covert Encounters in Washington D.C., Robert M. Stanley, Unicus Press, Providence, Rhode Island, 2011, 417 pages. $28.00.  www.unicusmagazine.com.)

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The penalties for these violations are codes of Federal Regulations: 14 CFR Part 99: “….to enter US airspace, without inducing the scrambling of fighter interceptors, these rules must be complied with and followed.”  A Fact Sheet in regards to Prohibited Area 56 states: “Failure to follow these procedures may result in interception by military aircraft and/or use of force. This applies to all aircraft within the ADIZ, including Department Of Defense, law enforcement and Operating Aeromedical Operations.”

Heavy Fines and Detention

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P-56A Restricted Air Space

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Wendelle Stevens was a Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Army Air Corps and a flight test pilot at Kelly Field, as well as Technical Specialist operating hi-tech, data–surveillance equipment on B-29s in Project Ptarmigan. He tells his tale of accidentally flying through the edge of the Restricted Zone:

“Especially since the airspace over Washington, D.C., is either restricted or prohibited: nothing is allowed to fly through there without permission.  One day, while piloting an aircraft, I cut the corner on a restricted area like that, and I was ordered to land at a nearby military base. They took me in and checked my airplane all over thoroughly…They really grilled me for cutting through the corner of that restricted air space.  They knew immediately when I had crossed over the line.  They knew exactly which airplane I was and called me on the radio by my tail number and ordered me to land…”  

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“I eventually got out of the $10,000 fine by protesting that I couldn’t afford it on my pilot’s salary…I got a letter from the Comptroller General stating that it was costing them more to process my check than they were getting, so they told me to cease sending any more checks.”

The Capitol Under Attack

The book goes as early as 1850 to begin its search of Washington D.C. sightings. Rather than decrease in violations of the P-56A, UFOs appear to increase over the prohibited area, with a definite spike in 2010.  The only other similar spike was in 1952, the year of the famous July 26, 1952 ‘invasion’ and attempted intercept by military jets.

“According to public documents, there were more than 90 known underground military/government bases surrounding D.C.,” says Stanley.  “Allegedly, these are connected by high-speed rail systems and are extremely well-guarded, actively tracking the maneuvers of UFOs.”

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Tunnel System Under the Capitol

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Many of the reports and cases Stanley talks about are anecdotal  – they appear to be honest accounts – reports of UFOs, but one can’t be sure how well-investigated they were originally.   Some are quite fantastic; some more fantastic than others..

On July 26, 1952, a piece of a UFO was retrieved from an aerial attack on a UFO over Washington, D.C.  It was discovered to contain magnesium orthosilicate and thousands of 15 micron spheres (p. 41).  In March, 2010, a flying “septeloid’ or ‘‘cephalopied’ (allegedly from the star system Delta  Pavonis) was seen flying over D.C., also secretly infiltrating our government: the 7602nd Air Intelligence Wing at Fort Belvoir was said to be involved (pp. 288-290). 

Touching Distance

On January 1, 2000, during America’s Millennium celebration at the National Mall, eight or more triangular, cylindrical and blimp-like objects careened and zipped before thousands, Stanley tells us, including police. Some objects swooped within touching distance.  One witness counted about 20 triangle-shaped craft flying in mass like a “group of gnats’’ moving “quick and nimble.”  A “mystery man” in a business suit, speaking mysteriously about the UFOs, was seen wandering through the crowd (pp. 150-161).

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Group of Pulsing White Spheres  Over Capitol.

Chevron-shaped, boomerang-shaped, triangular-shaped, “gigantic rectangular wing”-shaped UFOs are often seen over D.C. (July 22, 2003, December 8, 2004,  March 8, 2004, March 9, 2005, June 14, 2005).  Many UFOs are traced on radar (July 27, 1952). Most were described as disk-shaped, oval, globular, with colorful, flashing lights, some moving at erratic and fantastic speeds. Some appeared to “shape-shift” (July 21, 2002).,

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UFOs Over Capitol.
Even More Bizarre

The stories of UFOnauts being held in storage beneath the Capitol are equally intriguing. One such case was that of Peace Prize Winner and professional statesman Cordell Hull who confessed to his cousins the supposed hidden bodies and craft of aliens under the capitol.

The book branches out into paranormal cases of the bizarre in the area of the Capitol, such as the 1949 demon possession case, and the “demon cat” which stalked the D.C. area since 1862.  The 1949 demon possession case seems somewhat askew to UFOs, except to mention that certain UFO “hot spots” are also host to multiple paranormal events. These are not always obvious during first investigations.

Stanley quotes extensively from the personal diary of the late Colonel Philip Corso, whom, unlike the popular Bill Birnes’ Day after Roswell, reveals what appear to be revelations of intimate contact of our government with UFOnauts.  This is extended into what Stanley calls “the Satanic Underground” and the ‘Luciferians” of Washington—entailing a list of participants such as Robert McNamara (“Temple of Understanding”), Satanist Lieutenant Colonel Michael Aquino (“Satanic Temple of Set”)..

Throughout Washington.

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A Meeting at the Bohemian Grove

Victims Kathy O’Brien and Paul Bonacci testified that statesmen Richard Byrd, Dick Thomburgh, Jim Trificent, Presidents Ronald Reagan, George W. Busch and others were celebrates of Satanism at various times and places (pp. 328-330)..

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Photo Taken at the Bohemian Grove.
Washington Hot Spot

“During my research, I was quite surprised to discover that, statistically, Washington, D.C. had had more UFO sightings per square mile than any other location on earth,” says Stanley.  “Furthermore, it makes no sense that anyone, especially the military, would repeatedly fly top secret, advanced, exotic space craft over Washington, D.C.”

“When the governments of the earth finally admit we are not alone, it will truly be a dawning of a new age, and a new public perspective, that will affirm the existence of extra-terrestrial and extra-dimensional entities.”   

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A Meeting at the Bohemian Grove
http://newsjustforyou1.blogspot.com/2012/11/devil-worshiping-us-government-fact.html.
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Photo Taken at the Bohemian Grove
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/False%20Religions/Wicca%20&%20Witchcraft/bohemian_grove_exposed.htm.
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Group of Pulsing White Spheres Over Capitol 
Taken by Robert Stanley – January 5, 2010.
http://www.unicusmagazine.com/freeDCUFOphotos_2.htm
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UFOs Over Capitol
Photographed Over Capitol – November , 2008.
http://www.unicusmagazine.com/freeDCUFOphotos_2.htm
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Tunnel System Under the Capitol
https://wearechange.org/theres-hidden-network-tunnels-underneath-washington-dc/
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https://www.createspace.com/3450553
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20344926-covert-encounters-in-washington-d-c
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Restricted P-56A Area
http://pilotsfor911truth.org/forum/index.php?showtopic=3566
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