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The Psychrophiles Wraith_attack

The Psychrophiles Are Coming!

By:

Steve Erdmann

Part I

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2013
This article was previously published in The UFO Digest –  May 1 through May 7, 2013.
It is printed here with permission.
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Marshall Karlfeldt explores the work of the late Zecharia Sitchin from The Earth Chronicles (Sitchin’s meticulous translations of thousands of Sumerian cuneiform tablets concerning the history of the earliest human civilization).  The tablets contain The Epic of Enuma Elish (The Story of Creation) and The Epic of Gilgamesh, as explained through the works of Sitchen’s deciphers, a civilization some 450,000 years ago from a far distant world called Nibiru.  

(Adam, The Missing Link: The New History of Mankind’s Creation, Marshall Karlfeld, Trafford Publishers, 1663 Liberty Drive, Bloomington, In. 47403, CustomerSupport@trafford, 1-888-232-444, 812-339-6000, www.trafford.com, 2009, 66 pages, $38.95.)

Book Cover

ANUNNAKI

The book contains extremely handsome and elaborate photographs, professionally exquisite graphic charts, illustrations that are well worth the cost: outlining the arrival and rise of an alleged civilization called the Anunnaki; Gilgamesh, the king of Urek; Ekidu, a cloned humanoid of the Anunnaki; Lord Enki, the chief genetic engineer; and Gilgamesh’s mother as an Anunnaki Divine Princess; Gilgamesh’s father was human.

The 6th tablet tells about Princess Ishtar who lusts after Gilgamesh but is rejected by him. Furious, Ishtar travels from an orbiting mothership to Urek, stealing the “Bull of Heaven” from Leader Anu, and uses the laser-device to blast the streets of Uruk killing hundreds of people.  Gilgamesh and Enkidu destroy “The Bull” as Ishtar retreats.

CYLINDER VA/243

Cylinder seal VA/243 is about 4,500 years old.  The story on the cylinder tells of Anunnaki leaders: the Commander Enlil and Genetic Engineer Enki are shown experimenting with animals, says Klarfeld.

The same diagrams show the alleged solar system with 10 planets; Nibiru is supposedly the 10th planet.

CARL SAGAN

Klarfeld, as also so many other people, believes that a double entendre’ existed in the beliefs and statements of scientist Carl Sagan; Sagan always intended his words provoke additional thoughts on controversial topics, says Klarfeld.  In Sagan’s 1985 book Contact, his photograph held behind him a “sentient belief” in Sumerian stories of the Anunnaki.  Sagan once named a spaceship as Gilgamesh. It was Sagan that said: ‘Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”  Klarfeld adds: “I suspect that Dr. Sagan was a believer who wanted to signal his beliefs, without overtly confronting the scientific community.”

THE ENUMA ELISH EPIC

Klarfeld summarizes that The Enuma Elish Epic predated the Hebrew Book of Genesis, and is the bases for the Genesis creation account.  It is the original creation story that was transmitted orally from the Anunnaki. The Epic came to rest eventually in the form of seven cuneiform tablets.

(Why the Anunnaki didn’t use their advanced knowledge and technology to transmit history, as such, in a superior and very solidified means other than ‘oral’ and primitive ‘tablets’ is a curiously tantalizing question.)

THE SEVEN DAYS OF CREATION

Genesis spoke of seven days of creation. There were “seven” tablets relaying the Sumerian tale, said Sitchin. In Genesis, God saw on the 7th day that creation is good, and then He rested; in the Sumerian accounts, the ‘god’ created in the length of ‘six tablets,’ but on the last and 7th tablet, ‘god’ heralded and examined his creation. In the Sumerian seven tablets, creation was portrayed. In Genesis, God created and praised His creation in ‘seven’ days.

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Zecharia Sitchin, Supporter of Planet Nibiru and of the Anunnaki

NIBIRU AND PLANETS AS ‘GODS’

The Enuma Elish tale, according to the late Zacharia Sitchin, named the planets of the solar system in the form of ‘gods’: Sun, Moon, nine planets, and Nibiru as the 10th planet. Starting from the Sun, they are Apsu (which is the Sun), Mummu, Lahamu, Tiamat (the Earth), Kishar, Arislar, Anu, Ea (Neptune). Apparently, Pluto is disowned and disenfranchised by Anunnaki and present-day scientists. Translating the personified conversations in the tale, the solar system was very mobile, causing all kinds of havoc and destruction until the sun stabilized their movements.

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Tower of Babel built to Symbolize Seven Stellar gods 

Earth’s moon is called Kingu, and the moon of Nibiru is called “Northwind.” When Nibiru came close to Earth in its 3,600-year orbit around the sun, ‘Northwind’ careened into the Earth about 225-million-years ago, fragmenting Pangea into continents, causing new orbits for Tiamat (Earth) and Nibiru. The asteroid belt was referred to as the Hammered Bracelet.

LIFE ON A COLD PLANET

If Sitchin was correct, the inhabitants of Nibiru evolved on a planet that had no ‘goldilocks’ zone from a central sun precisely at the adequate distance for life as we know it. That meant that Nibiruites must have had a very peculiar evolution.

Has there ever been precedence in the UFO lore of beings evolving on a “cold planet”? Yes, there have been a few, one in particular: the stories of the late Richard Sharpe Shaver and the late Raymond Arthur Palmer.

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Richard Sharpe Shaver and publisher Ray A. Palmer

THE TRADITIONS OF SHAVER AND PALMER

Through a period of about 1943 to 1977 the publisher of Amazing Stories Magazine, Ray A. Palmer (affectionately referred to as RAP), promulgated accounts of Richard Shaver’s journey into a Hidden World. Shaver, somewhat of a bohemian character who grew up with science-fiction and a dabbling of science, had also, for the most part, been an adventurer from occupation to occupation, talent to talent, territory to territory. Shaver also had an enlarged imagination as he discovered one day while working as a welder in a Detroit auto factory: voices were coming from his welding equipment; the voices were describing obscene depictions, and generally detailing outlandish events of another reality.

Right away, many would be quick to say that Shaver was probably schizophrenic or somehow mentally ill, but Palmer was swift to point out to Shaver’s detractors that much more was happening to Shaver.  Palmer based that opinion on scientific verification of Shaver’s claims. There also existed modern theories on exactly what the brain perceives amidst the latest traditions of quantum physics.

(One is reminded of the movie scene in A Beautiful Mind where schizophrenic John Nash, played by Richard Crowe, was observing the reflections of glass and crystal and seeing great mathematical possibilities: to quote the Halexandria Foundation: “On the one hand, there is the supposition that all of reality is an illusion. As discussed in Mass, the universe is nothing more than a figment of our prolific imaginations, a phantasm. That may be, but on a more, still-in-the-midst-of-this-life’s-drama level, we can ask about the degree to which we may be imagining — and/or creating — our own reality.” [Creating Your Perfect Reality])

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In the Movie, A Beautiful Mind, John Nash (Actor Richard Crowe) Contemplates Unknown Mathematical Possibilities in Crystal Glass and a Tie.

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DELICATE CONNECTIONS

David Darling, an astronomer, and graduate of Sheffield and Manchester Universities in England, spoke of ancient and current practitioners to ‘brain tapping,’ as one example, that by-passes the brain as a modulator to confronting cosmic consciousness. Darling also spoke of Clive Wearing’s Korsakoff Disease (Korsakoff had to reconstruct reality and memory every few seconds):  “Cases such as these speak of more than just the fragile and constructed nature of self. They raise serious questions about the nature of time,” said Darling, “and the delicate connection between psychological time and physical reality. Could it be that time, likewise, is nothing more than a product of the way we think.”  (Soul Search, Villard Books, Random House, New York, 1995, p. 117.)

SANCTIMONIOUS RIGHTEOUSNESS

Darling and other scientists pointed to altered states of consciousness where perception exceeded normal restraints. The sanctimonious judgments of such people, others would say, were probably premature if not also suspect and neurotic.

BACK INTO SPACE

Palmer received a rather sketchy manuscript at his office at Amazing Stories Magazine telling of a vast underground civilization of demented creatures left on earth thousands of years ago by an Elder Race; this race possesses super-technology from their forefathers, who escaped earthly contamination by heading back into space.

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Artist’s rendering of the proposed Mars Transfer Vehicle that would use NTR – Nuclear Thermic Rocket -Propulsion 

AMAZING STORIES

The beings that were left behind on earth are a composite of ‘The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly,’ to use a movie metaphor: abandero or dero, and the not-so-bad, sometimes good, tero. Dero kept themselves “Dosed-up,” so-to-speak, through their machines which allowed them to continue long but torturous lives of radiation poisoning from the sun.

The Tero were a little more fortunate, knew the danger of the destructive “de” from the Sun, as well as the mechanics of surviving in such a surrealistic world. Some Tero actually waged war against the Dero who had the advantage of combat with their Ben-ray, Stim-ray, Telesolidography, and Telepathic-Augmentor.

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And then, there are the “surface dwellers”: we humans, who have to deal with apparitions, ghosts, poltergeists, surface-type diseases and other mysterious calamities.

IT’S HELL!

Out of such a rich but chaotic history grew the legends of other legends; tales of other tales; Atlantis, Lemuria, Mu, The Oahspe Bible, Hades (Hell), and hundreds of other sagas.

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The Hidden Underworld

Palmer reconstructed Shaver’s story-line for Amazing Stories and presented the manuscripts in a serious vain and found himself avalanched by responses from thousands of readers with a chorus of “Real! This is really happening!”  Most were certifiably sane. Carl Sagan said and (quoted by Elz Cuya) “….renamed the scientific method, ‘the baloney detection kit.’  He admitted that science at times had been wrong.”

COLD PLANETS

If Shaver was insane, he also appeared correct, exampled by one such claim that the Elder Race lived on “dark, cold worlds,” away from deadly effects of space and sun radiation (exd) which carries “de, der, dir or d” ash, as compared to good matter – integrative energy – te, ter or t.

Like Zacharia Sitchin (1976), Emanuel Velikovsky (1950), Harold Jeffreys (1924), Shaver’s stories also told of cosmic catastrophe: Planets were dislodged, orbits realigned, and crash events occurred. The Elder Race feared none of this on their ‘dark planet’ of the Nortonean Race.

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THE MEANING OF EVIL

Princess Vanic and other “Elder Gods,” as recorded in Shaver’s I Remember Lemuria (1948), lived on the ‘sunless Nor’: they were “Nortons” who could thrive in ‘dark space’; they were ‘Titans,’ ‘Atlans,’ and ‘Nor-tons.’ They did avoid the “black death” from the “masses of (the) poisonous particles” from any sun or star (also called ‘dis’ or ‘de’). Such poison eventually causes ‘radioactive disease’ known as ‘‘age.’’ 

Nortons were protected by a “carbon shell” canopy. Unfortunately, our sun, Sol, captured Nor and over many eons, the “shell” burned away about 30,000 years ago, allowing the destructive “de, der, dir or d” to enter the surface and cause havoc, disease, and aging. A residual “exd,” or ash, pushed back causing ‘gravity’ (A lot of Shaver’s ‘formulas’, said Palmer, have been found to be eventually true).

Not only was the capture of the “cold planet” a major epiphany-event but there were cataclysmic events and collisions of celestial bodies through the solar system.

This resulted in various legends.

LEGENDS

As mentioned, some legends appeared to be copies or remnant stories of other legends: issue tales of Atlantis, Lemuria, Mu, and Shaver’s strange “Mantong” language and alphabet where each letter denoted meaning: one word could seemingly have been a complete sentence or more.

When the “gods” left earth, they also abandoned superior machinery and diseased monsters that took “surface dwellers” into their Realm as “shanghaied slaves.”

Shaver died in November 1975 (same month I was confronted with the Kafkaesque world of the multi-billion-dollar Divorce Industry, Scam, and Racket). Ray Palmer died in August 1977, just two years after his dear friend Richard Shaver.

THE VISITOR

Donald Wesley Patten referred to such a mysterious celestial body moving tremulously through our solar system as “the Visitor” (The Biblical Flood and the Ice Epoch, Pacific Meridan Publishing Company, 1966, p. 139).  As a professional Geographer, M.A., Patten came to believe that a number of cosmic and planetary events disturbed the evolution of earth and its inhabitants. Rather than a “carbon shell,” Patten believed Earth had a “water canopy” (evidenced by a residual Van Allen Belt around the planet). The “canopy” was destroyed by a combination of events in the solar system. This “canopy” protected the earth from radiation and space debris (referred to in the Book of Genesis in the Scriptures as “the waters above”), allowing a rather deterioration-free world. The intimate details were in Patten’s book and related works of Immanuel Velikovsky and Jim Wentworth’s Giants in the Earth; but all theories and legends held questionable “gaps” and begged multiple queries as yet unanswered or challenged.

STORED INFORMATION DEVICES

Klarfeld answers numerous questions; I cannot say he will answer questions to everyone’s satisfaction. He examines Sumerian and ancient archeology through four categories: S.I.T – or – Stored Information Text (cuneiform tablets), S.I.Ts – or – Stored Information Tablets (cuneiform tablets), S.I.D – or – Stored Information Device (cylinder seals), S.I.Sc – or – Stored Information Sculpture (Ishtar statue, etc.), and S.I.S.t – or – Stored Information Structure (pyramids).

HANDS ON

The pyramids certainly seemed mysterious enough to be classified as possibly an actual alien “structure”: 2.3 million bricks in the Giza pyramid with a satellite view of being only two inches off at the apex.  This is a tolerance of 1/1,000,000 of an inch.

But the question seemed affordable to ask: why did the Sumerians, who consorted with the Anunnaki beings and leaders, not “demand,” or, at least, query their Creators about obtaining or inventing their super-technology? They could have insisted or campaigned as so that the Anunnaki put their laser, radio, and other advanced machinery at their disposal. Conversely, the Anunnaki could have circumnavigated cuneiform tablets and cylinder-seals and ‘had given’ the Eridue superior machines.

WIPEOUT

Why is there only history of the Anunnaki in the Mesopotamian civilization? Or, did the “Nephilim” do a very good job of keeping their existence of technology completely out of the hands of the Enkidu? Why allow ‘any’ technological transfer?

(Tantalizing questions are further posed in Part II of the curiosities of the Elder Gods and the reality of the planet Niberu.)

The Psychrophiles Are Coming!

Part II

CONNECTING THE DOTS OR NOT

Klarfeld offers the mysteries of Stonehenge as another bit of evidence of ancient super-civilizations. Klarfeld says the stones were erected on a prior 285-foot-diameter circle of 56 chalk holes. The Audrey Circle, say its defenders, is an early eclipse-computer with precise knowledge of celestial mechanics. Stonehenge’s earliest portion dates approximately 2950-2900 BCE, Middle Neolithic, and having enormous knowledge about the earth’s relation to celestial bodies, enabled as S.I.D and S.I.S.t devices.

ENGINEERING MARVELS

The Uruk, Nipper, Kishilarsa, Ur, Eridu, and Anunnaki peoples left many clues: stones, says Klarfield, that can only have been chiseled and moved by an advanced technology. One stone weighs over 1,200 tons; the St. Louis Gateway Arch weighs 900 tons. Some megalith stones are found raised 36 feet above the ground and end to end.

STONES

The pyramid of Giza (and several other pyramids) still defied complete explanation by its critics of an S.I.S.t.  Pyramid fascinations included: Its engineers knew of the proportions of “pi” and the Golden Mean, Pythagorean Triangles, thousands of years before Pythagoras lived. Passageways, said defenders, could not be produced with copper or bronze tools; the builders also knew the precise spherical shape and size of the Earth, Venus, Mars, and Mercury and star positions.

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The Pyramids as a Grand Communication Tool

ATOMIC WAR

Sitchin’s legends told of the messenger Galzu, instructed by the Creator of All, telling the Anunnaki to save humanity and advance human civilization.  In “The Lost Book of Enki,” Enki and Enlil debated using “Weapons of Terror”: atomic-tipped missiles stored on earth and used in war: issue Sodom and Gomorrah, the “evil wind” (radiation fallout) which destroyed the Sumerian alien-hybrids. The Halexandria Foundation stated: “Unfortunately, Lot’s wife looked behind her, and was turned into a pillar of salt for her trouble. [6/22/06 – One reader, Paul Cilwa, had noted that ‘In Hebrew, the word used for ‘salt’ also means ‘vapor.’ Lot’s wife wasn’t turned to salt. She was vaporized. When Abraham got wind of the event, ‘he looked toward Sodom and Gomorrah, and toward all the land of the plain, and beheld, and, lo, the smoke of the country went up as the smoke of a furnace.’ (Genesis 19:28).]”

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The Vaporization of Lot’s Wife

The Foundation continued: “The aftermath was so terrifying that Lot and his daughters fled to a cave, where the natural assumption was that the human race was doomed (i.e. no men to beget children). The daughters then took the next step of lying with their father, conceived, and ultimately bore sons.

“Notice how all of the ingredients in the Biblical story account for the destruction of the cities by a nuclear blast.”

RADIOACTIVITY

Possible clues also further substantiated the atomic war. Mark Hempsell of Bristol University, based on the cuneiform symbols in Planisphere tablets of a Sumerian astronomer, postulated a large asteroid passed over the area scorching 386,000 square miles and sending out debris and shock waves. The text spoke of:  “a white stone bowl being vigorously swept along.”

The cities, also known as Bab edh Dhra and Numeira, showed signs of fire from above as well as a “burn layer” at Numeira. “To this day, unnatural levels of radioactivity are found in the water of springs around the southernmost edges of the Dead Sea. One study confirmed that this radioactivity was sufficiently high to ‘induce sterility and allied afflictions in any animals and humans that absorbed it over a number of years. Further evidence of an explosion is being revealed by the falling level of the Dead Sea, which has in recent years dropped from 1,280 feet to 1,340 feet below sea level.’”

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sumer_anunnaki/godsnewmillemnium/godsnewmillemnium10.htm
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The City of Bab Edh Dhra – was it destroyed by an Atomic Blast?

ISOTROPIC

“The isolation of the fossil water body give it characteristic chemical and radioactive properties, including low values of radioactive tritium and radium and the presence of bivalent iron, which indicates a lack of oxygen. One study found that radioactive isotopes had been introduced into the surface layers and mixed throughout the water column before its stratification.”

http://eden-saga.com/en/ancient-nuclear-sodom-salt-lakes-nuclear-world-war.html
https://www.jehovahs-witness.com/topic/186108/jihad-sodom-gomorrah
http://redtodead.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-trade.html

“A strong correlation between radium activity and salinity was also evident in groundwater along the rift valley between the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea, as well as in groundwater from the Judea Group rocks in the Negev. The general rule is that in freshwater conditions, most of the radium remains in the aquifer rocks, while in saline conditions the radium escapes from the rocks and has high concentrations in groundwater. Other studies have established that groundwater with no oxygen also is typically enriched in radium.”

http://www.geotimes.org/may06/feature_RadioactiveWater.html

RADIATION AT HARAPPA

Based on evidence found at Harappa, could this not be the case at Sodom and Gomorrah as well?

“The levels of radiation registered so high on investigators’ gauges that the Indian government cordoned off the region. Scientists then apparently unearthed an ancient city where they found evidence of an atomic blast dating back thousands of years: from 8,000 to 12,000 years.”

http://www.philipcoppens.com/bestevidence.html.

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Some were laid out as if in an Aerial Blast 

BY ANY OTHER NAME

Some artifacts are disputed, some disproven, some appeared to be hoaxes—-such as the Crystal Skulls. All in all, the accuracy of the Sumerian account boiled down to whether an inhabited planet came around our Sun from deep space.

Klarfeld says that legends title this mysterious Planet X as Marduk, The Winged Globe, Treta, Yuga, The Celestial Disk, and Nemesis.

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https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/planets/hypothetical-planet-x/in-depth/
Artist Conception of Planet X

NIBIRUIAN EVOLUTION

Could molecular life as we know it have existed on “dark planets” so far from radiant heat or warmth?

Life on planets in our solar system exists because of ideal or quasi-ideal “goldilocks” positions from a heat source in the universe that “sets the stage.” Mars probes and discoveries on Europa, the fourth-largest moon of Jupiter (which has a possible 50-mile-ocean-breeding-ground) gave wonder about the tenacity of life. Internal heat from volcanism and other factors inspired us to new and fresh viewpoints.

COLD AS HADES

Rare and bizarrely exotic life existed and evolved under the strenuously cantankerous and perhaps perilous conditions. Science seemed to indicate that life “yearns” to exist, even in hostilely macabre environments. In Oymyakon in the northern hemisphere, birds in mid-flight froze because the temperatures are so cold.  The Hot Spring of Sakha (“non-freezing water”) supported life in temperatures of -60-degree centigrade to -71.2-degree centigrade. Vostok, about 1,300 km from the South Pole has a low temperature of -128.6-degrees-farhenheit (and winds up to 60 mph), yet life was found. During Polar Night, in low oxygen at an 11,312-foot altitude, life abounded.

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Permafrost Life- Coldest Living Organisms – Cryptoendoliths
HYDROTHERMAL VENTS

.Scientists pointed to life in Chile’s cruelly dry Atacama Desert, the 10,000-foot-thick ice plateaus in Greenland, the 750-degree-fahrenheit hydrothermal vents on the ocean floor, and mitochondria in a microscopic “harsh world.”

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Organisms Found in Deepest Part of  Ocean 

COLD SHOCK PROTEINS

Antarctica flourished with bacteria living because of ‘cold shock proteins,’ said Dr. William P. McGiven, and proteins carrying metabolic enzymes that allow ‘ice re-crystallization inhibition (RI) activity.’

https://microbewiki.kenyon.edu/index.php/Antarctica
http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0005272814000917#f0010.
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McGiven found that proteolytic cleavage in a creature called hydrogenophilus or chemolithoautotrophy can change the physical structure of the ice around them through “stress chaperones or stress proteins.”

PSYCHROPHILES

Psychrophilic organisms were found at -112-degrees-F; they were “psychrotolerant”: able to survive in either cold or warm temperatures. Archaea creatures were thermophiles that, contrarily, were ‘‘heat-loving,” demonstrating the wide-range of spectacular life.

Toxic cyanobacteria secreted “anti-freeze chemicals,” exopolymers, mucus that allowed insulation; yeast and nematode worms utilized trehalose sugar; and in the Antarctic Taylor Dry Valley, organisms flourished in calcium chloride in the Ross Ice Shelf.

http://greenarea.me/en/168432/atolla-jellyfish/
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EXTREMOPHILE WEIRD LIFE

Carol Cleland and Microbiologist Sheely Copley of NASA’S Astrobiology Institute spoke of a “shadow biosphere” wherein all kinds of “weird life” intersect and thrive on earth, some in symbiotic relationships, but all suspended in diversified and “staggeringly” cooperative and competitively strange and harsh life.

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Tardigrades Survived Cold Outer Space

We must consider: what about life on distant worlds?

THE ROSWELL GREYS

One can only have speculated that in billions of years in crossing space to, briefly (several hundred years out of thousands), pass a sun in its orbit, as to what type of life could evolve on a “dark planet.” Obviously, life would be unique, to say the least, for it would not depend on the traditional “goldilocks” mechanisms we’re usually assumed.

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Pharaoh Akhenaten may have had Extraterrestrial Heritage 

Gravity would be quite different, due to the individual planetary terrain. There would not be the Sun’s “constant” harmful radiation; perhaps such a planet might itself be an “organism” enveloped in some ‘cloud’ or ‘shell’ causing surface evolutionary mechanisms. Such ‘shields’ may become threatened by eventual catastrophe causing the inhabitants to search out artificial survival morphing.

One could envision large, almost “pupil-less” eyes to allow as much light in as possible; thin, elongated features due to odd gravity strains, and inner organs much reported like the artist conceptions in the alleged, famed “humanoid grey creatures” of 1947, Roswell, New Mexico, UFO crash.

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Humanoid depicted at Roswell, New Mexico, 1947
GOLD FOR HEALTH

According to Sitchenites, the Anunnaki created Enkidu-type hybrids to mine gold from the bowels of the earth because Anunnaki had a medical and ecological need for it.   Sitchenites speculated: gold dust or salts have anti-inflammatory uses or the ability to reduce arthritic pain, rheumatoid arthritis, and tuberculosis. Gold, also, has a use in radioisotopes and electrical conductivity.

Obviously, as a basis for our legends, the Anunnaki may have had a “broken” ozone layer or damage to their “cloud-shield.” Gold, as various solid and dust forms, may have been used as an aid or protectant (we see our ‘modern chem-trails’ being sprayed by humans today).

BREAD OF LIFE

Researchers speculated about gold’s anti-cancer properties when induced as nanoparticles to fight “cellular deformations.” It may fix strings of DNA and regulate the hormonal functions of the human endocrine system.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/19580513
https://www.epic.com/epic/post/3105

Gold had electrical aspects as a “superconductor.” Metallurgy and chemistry were still progressing into the monoatomic reality of elements. Theorists talked of arranging the atoms into singular atoms causing very little deletion of energy input, as a superconductor, and enhancing the body brain-power and memory, even acting as a time-machine in some ‘monatomic optimum.’ 

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/04/140427190726.htm
http://www.universalconsciousness.co.uk/monatomic-conductivity.html

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The Anunnaki had a Medicinal Use for Gold 
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread1032495/pg1

Metallurgy and chemistry were still progressing into the reality of the elements.

DEBUNKERS

Sadly, major consensuses of scientists attacked such claims by Sitchen and similar “catastrophists”:

Farley V. Ferrante, SMU Physics Department, August 7, 2012: 
http://blog.smu.edu/research/tag/farley-ferrante/

“Sitchen’s scientifically liberating work is filled with poor scholarship, poor translations, and poor science.”

The Seal VA/243 was later described, by Roger Westcott, professor emeritus of Anthropology and Linguistics at Drew University, as merely ‘stars.’ Michael S. Heiser, M.A and Ph.D. in Hebrew Bible and Ancient Semitic languages at the University of Wisconsin lambasted Sitchin’s translations of the texts as grossly misleading and inadequate.

Astronomers of similar style and rank, said Ferrante, have failed to spot Nibiru in its approach into our domain. Such critics pointed out that Akkadian and Sumerian texts were, supposedly, actually talking about Jupiter as the god Marduk (Nibiru). They “frowned” on the idea of a planet “frozen solid” being capable of supporting life; that out of a 3,600-year-orbit, only 153-years would be in sunlight and supposedly life-supporting: if, if, if……… 

AMIDST A CONFLUENCE

Despite these threads of contention, facing a magnanimous universe, final answers were hidden in the midst of infinite questions; confluence guarded the darkest secrets of the great beyond. Only in the never-ending search, will we finally know if Sitchin, Patten, Velikovsky, Shaver, Palmer, John Keel, and others in this matrix of inquiry, will be found correct: sicitor ad astra (“Thus one goes to the stars”, Aeneid, Virgil).

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Independent Investigative Journalist

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Humanoid depicted at Roswell, New Mexico, 1947
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Statue of Akhenaten – Akhenaten ascended to the throne as the 10th Pharaoh of the 18th dynasty in 1352 B.C. He is depicted in paintings and carvings with an elongated skull, which some ancient alien theorists see as a sign of extraterrestrial heritage.
http://dandan19.blogspot.com/2014/05/
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The Psychrophiles towerofbabel
“The storied tower of Birs Nimrud counts seven of these quadrangular platforms painted in seven colors, black, white, yellow, blue, scarlet, silver and gold, and in the same order sacred to the stellar gods, Adar (Saturn), Ishtar (Venus), Merodach (Jupiter), Nebo (Mercury), Nergal (Mars), Sin (the Moon), Shamash (the Sun).”
http://www.truthbeknown.com/anunnaki.htm.
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The Psychrophiles nasa-ready-to-launch-ufo-flying-saucer-shaped-low-density-supersonic-decelerator-ldsd-rocket
Artist’s rendering of the proposed Mars Transfer Vehicle that would use NTR
https://alfa-img.com/show/flying-saucer-in-space.html
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The Psychrophies archaeon 1-s2.0-S0005272814000917-gr1
Universal phylogenetic tree of life based on 16S rRNA sequences, emphasizing the domains of Bacteria and Archaea. Orange branches indicate hyperthermophiles that grow at ≥90 °C; purple branches, groups that contain known (cultured) psychrotolerant strains; and blue branches, groups that contain known psychrophiles. Note that the (uncultured) marine Crenarchaeota are colored purple because degree of cold adaptation is not known.
http://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0005272814000917#f0010.
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The Psychrophiles Bugs bugs_2a
Permafrost Life- Coldest Living Organisms – Cryptoendoliths
https://www.wired.com/2009/06/extremophile/.
Extremophilic microbes are a wild bunch. They can be found thriving in some of the most hostile environments imaginable – swimming in near-boiling water, eating rocks, lounging in sub-zero temperatures, and hanging out where radiation levels rival nuclear reactors.
https://www.livescience.com/133-wild-extreme-creatures.html.
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The Psychrophiles Ocean blastomussa-coral-fluorescent-vojce-shutterstock_1024
Organisms Found in Deepest Part of  Ocean 
The benthic zone includes the entire sea floor. About 200,000 species of plants and animals live here. They live on the continental shelf and continental slope. Hydrothermal vents discovered in 1977 are also teeming with life. These plants and animals do not need sunlight to exist.
https://www.sciencealert.com/corals-at-the-bottom-of-the-sea-produce-their-own-sunlight-to-survive.
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The Psychrophiles Tough DSC-CR0916_08
Tardigrades are a class of microscopic animals with eight limbs and a strange, alien-like behavior. William Miller, a leading tardigrade researcher at Baker University, says these creatures are remarkably abundant. Hundreds of species “are found across the seven continents; everywhere from the highest mountain to the lowest sea,” he says. “Many species of tardigrades live in water, but on land, you find them almost everywhere there’s moss or lichen.”  In 2007, scientists discovered that these microscopic critters can survive an extended stay in the cold, irradiated vacuum of outer space. A European team of researchers sent a group of living tardigrades to orbit the earth on the outside of a FOTON-M3 rocket for ten days.  When the water bears returned to Earth, the scientists discovered that 68 percent lived through the ordeal.
http://discovermagazine.com/2016/sept/1-surviving-one-strange-trip.
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The Psychrophiles Zacharia-Sitchin
Zecharia Sitchin, Supporter of Planet Nibiru and of the Anunnaki
http://www.annunaki.org/who-was-zecharia-sitchin/
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The Psychrophiles Shaver and Palmer download
Richard Sharpe Shaver and publisher Ray A. Palmer
http://www.tompstewart.com/blog/2015/9/17/ray-palmer-and-the-inner-world-65-years-of-the-shaver-hoax.
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Raymond Arthur Palmer

Editor of Amazing Stories from 1938 through 1949

Prolific science fiction editor and author

Palmer was hit by a truck at age seven and suffered a broken back. At nine, a failed spinal graft left him a hunchback who never grew past four feet. He immersed himself in science fiction, moving quickly from fandom, to fan zine publication, to editor at Ziff-Davis. He published a wide array of magazines over the decades.

He also turns up in many of the key UFO connected conspiracy events of the mid 20th century such as the Maury Island Incident

Ray Palmer’s series of Amazing Stories on the Hidden World 
The Hidden Underworld
http://obscurantist.com/oma/palmer-ray/.
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The Psychrophiles Antarctica Meduza-Atolla

Diplulmaris antarctica
Jellyfish species Diplulmaris Antarctica floats with the current just offshore of McMurdo Station, Ross Island, Antarctica. This species is generally found in Antarctica and the Antarctic Peninsula near the surface in continental shelf waters. It’s colorless umbrella can be up to 18 centimeters in diameter and its diet consists mainly of copepods, euphausiid larvae, medusae, ctenophores, fish larvae and molluscan pteropods.
https://decem.info/top-10-samyh-krasivyh-meduz-v-mire.html.
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https://www.tumblr.com/search/Richard-Shaver.
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The Psychrophiles Art MDJackson_Shaver_5-200x300
The Shaver Mystery is part of the history of Amazing Stories Magazine, but it is certainly not considered one of the magazine’s shining moments.  Barry Malzberg touched on it briefly in his blog post. In a nutshell, the Shaver Mystery was the “UFO phenomenon” before the actual UFO phenomenon. 
  www.amazingstoriesmag.com/2013/02/the-art-of-the-shaver-mystery.
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The Psychrophiles lots-wife-1
The Vaporization of Lot’s Wife
https://spiritskindred.com/tag/annunaki/.
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The Psychrophiles sodomslide2
The City of Bab Edh Dhra – was it destroyed by an Atomic Blast?
http://www.nichewarehouse.com/sodomgomorrahpictureproductpage.html.
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The Psychrophiles mohenjo skeletons
Some were laid out as if in an Aerial Blast 
http://www.ancient-wisdom.com/Pakistanmohenjo.htm.
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The Psychrophiles 111128_GR_pyramidFW.jpg.CROP.original-original
The Pyramids as a Grand Communication Tool
http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/green_room/2011/11/communicating_with_aliens_through_an_interstellar_beacon_.html.
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The Psychrophiles Gold xg5416e38a
The Anunnaki had a Medicinal Use for Gold 
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread1032495/pg1.
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The Psychrophiles Wraith_attack
They came – They saw – They conquered! 
http://stargate.wikia.com/wiki/Wraith.
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A Beautiful Mind” – Actor Richard Crowe (John Nash) Contemplates the Uncharted Designs in Crystal Glass and Fellow Classmate’s Tie. 
 https://jikoman.info/main/gosford-park-cast.ben.
The Psychrophiles Tie abm01
“There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad your tie is.”
John Nash (Richard Crowe) Speculating on Little Noticed Mathematical Designs in Movie A Beautiful Mind.
http://movieimage2.tripod.com/abm/index.html.
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Photos Extra Planet X 383_planet_9_art_1_1400
Artist Conception of Planet X
https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/planets/hypothetical-planet-x/in-depth/
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A simlar article can be seen at https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/the-forgotten-visitors/

CORONA UNMASKED: Chinese Intelligence Officer Reveals True Magnitude of China’s Fake Coronavirus Crisis – 包含中文字符版本

CORONA UNMASKED: Chinese Intelligence Officer Reveals True Magnitude Of China’s Fake “Coronavirus” Crisis

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CORONA UNMASKED

Chinese Intelligence Officer Reveals True Magnitude of China’s Fake “Coronavirus” Crisis

By  Pen Name U  u/WuhanvirusDispersal

Edited by  明亮晨星

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I am a senior Chinese military intelligence officer and I know the truth about the “coronavirus” outbreak.  It is far worse than the media are telling you.

I am a Chinese citizen in Wuhan who occupies — or perhaps occupied — a high-ranking position in military intelligence.  I am also a member of the Chinese Communist Party. As a senior official near the top of the Party, I have access to a great deal of classified information and I have been involved in many top secret government projects.  I have a doctorate from a leading university in a western country, which is why I am able to write my account in English.

I have information that I believe could lead to the overthrow of my government.  It is also relevant to billions of people outside of China, all of whom are now in existential peril.

It will not surprise you to hear that if my identity were to be revealed, my life would be in grave danger, as would those of my wife and son.  I ask you to respect the fact that I have stripped out of this account all facts that would make it easy to identify me.

By now you will be familiar with the recent outbreak of 2019-nCoV, also known as NCP, or simply “coronavirus”. You will have heard that it originated in Wuhan, an industrial city in China, and that it came from an animal — most likely a bat or a pangolin — that was sold in a wild animal market.  You will have been told that it is an influenza-like illness that can in severe cases cause pneumonia, respiratory failure and death.

Finally, you may have heard that although the disease is highly infectious, it is dangerous only to the elderly or to those who have a compromised immune system.  The official lethality rate is approximately  2% or so.

All of that is a bunch of lies concocted by the Chinese state with the tacit support of the U.S. deep state and its friends in the European Union, Russia and Australia, and spread by the docile media in all of those countries.

Let me start by telling you that the world does not operate the way you think it does. Although countries like the US and China vie for global dominance, that competition is restricted to certain limited areas.

In most ways, the two countries are more interested in cooperation so that they can stop other competing countries from gaining more power.  They also have a shared interest in keeping real power out of the hands of their “ordinary” citizens. To this end, they have many different mechanisms by which they control the overwhelming majority of their media outlets.  The Americans in particular have perfected the art of creating made-up “divisions” between their two main parties which are designed to hide the fact that both serve the same masters.

These same nations also posses technology that is far more advanced than you can imagine and which is kept carefully hidden from public view.  This includes advanced artificial intelligence capable of undermining and deciding any election in the world; biological and chemical agents that can manipulate and control the thinking patterns and behaviours of citizens to terrifying degrees; highly sophisticated manipulation techniques using hypnotic practices entirely unknown to the public; and other things that I will not go into now.

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My point is that the great nations do not compete so much as work together. Their principal goal is to shield the true workings of the world from the “uninitiated” public.

Just to give you one example, there aren’t actually any nuclear weapons anywhere in the world.  The U.S. and the Soviet Union scrapped them all in the 1970s, as did their client states.  Everyone realized that those weapons could not be used without destroying the whole world, so there was no need for them; but by pretending that they still had them, the big players were able to keep the non-nuclear powers in line.

Let me return to the virus.

Last year, large-scale anti-government protests erupted in Hong Kong.

The Standing Committee of the Chinese Communist Party considered these to be a grave threat to the integrity and stability of the motherland.  The U.S. government and the EU both knew that the Chinese were secretly working on a biological agent that was supposed to make the protesters docile and obedient.  Without going into detail, I worked on that project.  We tried to develop a sort of spray that could be dispersed from helicopters or drones and that would lead to mental retardation and behavioural change.

Naturally, as Hong Kong is one of the most open and international cities in the world, the Party decided that it was too risky to release the agent in Hong Kong without first testing it.  For this, it needed a great number of human guinea pigs. Two groups were identified for this.

First, we rounded up a large number of so-called “islamic radicals” in Xinjiang Province and took them to what we called “training camps.”

We had already been using these camps for human experimentation for several years, but the Hong Kong protests meant that we redoubled our efforts.  We exposed the inmates to various “alpha” experimental agents.  As these were odourless and invisible, the subjects were not aware that they were taking part in medical trials.

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Escape from Xinjiang:  Muslim Uighurs Speak of China Persecution

https://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/features/escape-xinjiang-muslim-uighurs-speak-china-persecution-180907125030717.html

The resulting high rates of cancer, premature dementia, suicidal depression and death by organ failure could easily be suppressed, as the camps are located in very remote parts of our motherland.

Once the initial experiments had yielded a “beta” agent, it was transported to Hubei Province, where it was deployed in a special military testing facility outside the city of Wuhan.  This was not even a particularly well-kept secret: the existence of this facility has been reported in international news.  Even the fact that it is located close to the wild animal market is a known fact.

By then our President had already introduced a “social credit” system that allowed us to identify disloyal, counter-revolutionary and bourgeois elements in our society.  Using the social credit scores — which are taken from online activity, electronic shopping behaviour and reports from informers in civil society — we selected some of the worst offenders.  These included human rights lawyers and activists, Christians, homosexuals, artists, intellectuals, people who speak foreign languages, and other undesirables.

Once these troublemakers had been collected and placed in the testing facility, we exposed them to the Agent, which is biochemical in nature and spread in an invisible aerosol, akin to certain viruses.  Initial results were encouraging, as we saw significant cognitive decline and reduction in higher mental processing facilities.  Essentially, our undesirables were becoming mildly mentally disabled, which is precisely the effect we wanted to produce in order to pacify the restive population of Hong Kong.

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Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that the Agent also had other effects. About one week after the retardation set in, our subjects developed major anxiety and panic attacks.  Eventually they developed symptoms akin to those of paranoid schizophrenics.  At that point, their bodies rapidly deteriorated.  They developed massive internal bleeding; the walls of their arteries dissolved; they bled out of their eyes and orifices, and their tissue disintegrated.

To put it in a more direct Western manner, they started to melt.

Death usually occurred through multiple organ failure.  This was preceded by at least five days of severe agony which could not be alleviated by painkillers.  It was at this time that I first violated our protocol: one subject, an elderly lady who had published defamatory cartoons of our President, begged me for death with such insistence that I took pity and shot her.  I was reprimanded, but fortunately the complaint was dropped when I agreed to reimburse the cost of the bullet. I swore to myself never again to show such unnecessary emotion.

We decided that our Agent was unusable.  It was far too destructive for our purposes.  We wanted the population of Hong Kong to submit to us; we did not want to exterminate it.

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Naturally, our American friends had by then taken an interest in our work and asked us for a sample for their own research and testing purposes.  They hinted that they wished to use it to resolve certain difficulties in Venezuela.  Normally we would have agreed, as we maintain friendly relations with the CIA, but given the extremely toxic nature of the Agent, we declined.

This, as it turned out, was a grave mistake.  The CIA was convinced that we had developed something very powerful and wanted to keep it to ourselves.  They offered a great deal of money to one of our researchers.

Foolishly, he agreed to sell them a specimen.  We found out just in time for the handover and tried to stop it from happening.  In the ensuing shoot-out — don’t bother to look for it in the news, it was never reported anywhere — several dozen people were killed.

More importantly, however, the Agent escaped!

The shoot-out took place at the wild animal market, which has been reported as the location of the “animal-to-human” transmission that started the outbreak.  But, of course, there was no such transmission; it was just the location where the CIA was supposed to receive the sealed vial containing the Agent.  The vial shattered when it was dropped by the traitor who had agreed to sell it to the Americans.

By now I understand you will be sceptical.  If I really am who I say I am, why would I be sharing this information on the internet?

Let me assure you that I am no friend of the Western system of governance. I love my motherland and I am loyal to the Communist Party.  It has lifted hundreds of millions of my compatriots out of squalor and poverty.  However, I am also a human being and I have a conscience.

Most importantly, I have a wife and a son.

Once we realised that the Agent had escaped and would start to spread, we swiftly put all of Wuhan into lockdown. I was one of those tasked to manage the fallout of the contamination.

Of course, we could not keep such a huge undertaking secret, so we decided to order our state media to report that a “coronavirus” had broken out in Wuhan.

In reality, of course, there is no “coronavirus”. It was all made up.

It was one of my colleagues who came up with the genius idea of pretending that people with the common flu suffered from the coronavirus. This allowed us to hide the true nature of the disease. Let me explain.

It is currently flu season in China. When we realised that we could no longer control the spread of the Agent, we sent our men to all the hospitals and instructed all doctors to diagnose every case of the common flu as “coronavirus”. We came up with a new name — 2019-nCoV — and handed out “factsheets” that described a made-up illness.

The result of this decision was that tens of thousands of individuals who were simply suffering from a cold or flu were now diagnosed as having a mysterious coronavirus that, although infectious, was not often lethal.  While this frightened the public, it allowed us to push the narrative that the disease was not that deadly; it also gave us time to prepare for the catastrophe that was sure to come by imposing a lockdown on Wuhan and other cities in Hubei Province.

You have not heard this in the news — and given the size of Wuhan, with its population of 11 million, it is not known even to many of the residents — but within days thousands upon thousands were infected and before long they suffered the agonising deaths that I have already described.

Within a week, there were so many corpses that we did not know what to do with them, so we ordered the surviving social credit prisoners to drive the bodies into the countryside and bury them in mass graves.

But it was very difficult to keep this activity secret, and we could not even keep up as there were so many corpses.People’s Daily, China

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We planted a story that five million residents had “fled” Wuhan.  In reality, of course, many of those people had died from the Agent.

I was working around the clock helping to orchestrate this cover-up.  When I think back to my actions now, I feel great shame.  At the time I still believed that I was fighting for my motherland and that the rule of the Party was right and just. But deep down, I had already begun to have doubts.

My faith in the Party was shaken even more deeply when I learnt what had happened to Dr Li Wenliang.

Li Wenliang: Doctor who warned about coronavirus outbreak dies after being infected by virus

Whistleblower who was confronted by police becomes latest victim of deadly outbreak

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/li-wenliang-coronavirus-outbreak-dead-wuhan-whistleblower-a9322496.html

Dr Li Wenliang was one of the few doctors who refused falsely to diagnose flu patients with the “coronavirus”.  As a punishment, he was sent to help transport dead bodies to mass graves.  The expectation was that he would be infected with the Agent and die an agonising death, but to our great surprise, he did not contract the illness.https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z_8LnnHMeG4?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent

You have of course read that he died of “coronavirus.”  You have been misinformed.  A sergeant of the People’s Armed Police injected him with a mixture of heroin and mercury that caused his lungs to deflate.

When I found out about this I became unsure whether or not I was doing the right thing.  While I believe that it is appropriate for a government to rule with a severe hand, I do not think that it was right to kill Dr Li.  He was a compassionate and kind man and he cared about his patients; how can our motherland not benefit from having such a doctor?

I shared my concerns with my wife, but she convinced me that I should not say anything to my superiors.  She said that it was too dangerous; that they valued loyalty above everything else; and that I would only find trouble if I admitted to my doubts about their practices.  She also pointed out that we benefited from priority medical treatment.  As senior officials, we received regular supplies of the highly-sophisticated hazmat masks that are the only known technology that can prevent infection.   She implored me to think of our son, who is still small.  If I spoke out and were caught, our lives would be at risk.

Around the same time, it became clear that the Agent was entirely beyond our control.  It was spreading like wildfire throughout Hubei Province and beyond, infecting tens of millions and causing them all to die.

I understand that what I just said is difficult to believe, because you have been told that there have been only about 50,000 infections, and far fewer deaths.

But these are the influenza infections that have been falsely passed off as the non-existent “coronavirus.”  The Agent is far, far more contagious than that, and its fatality rate, unlike the “coronavirus”, is not 2%.

No, its fatality rate is 100%.  Nobody recovers from it.  Everybody who contracts it dies.

And a lot of people are contracting it.

Hubei Province lies in ruins. The various travel restrictions and lockdowns that have been imposed were not created to stop the spread of the Agent — none of them can stop it, not embargoes, not face masks or hand sanitiser — but to stop the survivors from seeing the catastrophe with their own eyes.

                                                                                                                                                      Drones are being used to heard people toward -containment centers.

https://videos.dailymail.co.uk/video/mol/2020/01/31/8187835495158297293/640x360_MP4_8187835495158297293.mp4?_=3?

I am part of the greatest cover-up in human history: the hiding of the deaths of tens of millions. Very soon, Hubei Province will be no more than a giant mortuary, and the truth will come out.

For me, the turning point came when the Party told yet another lie, and that lie was too dreadful even for me to accept.

You may have heard that China built a new hospital, called Huoshenshan Hospital, in Wuhan, in order to provide additional quarantine and isolation facilities for infected patients.  You may have heard that they built it in only ten days.

That too is a lie.

Sure, they did build something in six days.  But it was not a “hospital. ”  The true nature of the building was considered “top secret.”

Initially, I was naive enough to believe that the Party was demonstrating its compassion and care for the people.  But then my superiors sent me to Huoshenshan.

I was shown around the installation by a military police officer called Corporal Meng (this is not his real name).  It was there that I saw the truth.

As I have mentioned, the only way to protect oneself from the Agent is by wearing a special protective mask that is entirely unlike those available commercially. Even medical professionals do not have access to it.  It is available only to biomedical warfare researchers and it contains extremely advanced technology.

These masks need to be kept at a particular temperature to offer full protection, and lose their effectiveness very quickly.  As I have also already said, one of the benefits of my position was that both my family and I had access to regular supplies, which is why were safe when compared to civilians, doctors and even lower-level government officials, all of whom wore utterly ineffective surgical masks in the misguided belief that they would protect them.

And so, wearing this special equipment, I went to Huoshenshan with Corporal Meng.

Whatever you want to call that place, it is not a hospital.

Sure, the entrance looks like a hospital and in the ward at the front of the complex, there are what appear to be normal medical beds.  There, thousands of infected patients lie, all of them in the early stages of the disease.  I walked along those long, white corridors next to Corporal Meng, his angular face dispassionate in his military fatigues, and saw hundreds upon hundreds of identical hospital beds on which squirmed the terrified and diseased inhabitants of Wuhan.  Their cries and pleas haunt me in the long nights in which I now am unable to sleep.

But this was merely the beginning.  Eventually the Corporal took me to the rear of this front section.  There, locked metal gates led to what he called the “middle section”.  The patients in the front are unaware of its existence.  It is there that the more advanced cases are kept, in what most closely resembles a mental asylum.

Immediately upon entering this part of Huoshenshan, I was struck by the dim lighting and stench of vomit and human waste.  Here the unfortunates roamed freely, their minds gradually disintegrating in endless panic attacks and psychotic episodes.  Here too there were no more doctors, merely gorilla-faced men in black uniforms who belonged to some secret branch of the military police I had never heard of.

They appeared to have been selected for their cruelty, for they beat and degraded the patients in the most sadistic manner.  Many of the inmates had regressed to childlike states and lay on the floor weeping like infants and begging for compassion that they did not receive.

There was cruel pleasure in the eyes of these thugs as they brutalised the unfortunates.  They beat them with batons, sprayed pepper spray into their eyes and kicked them with their steel-capped boots.  As I was from military intelligence, the guards did not even attempt to hide their activities.  They even invited me to join; in every way, they treated me as one of them.

Yes, one of them.  I stood in the grey staff bathroom of Huoshenshan and looked into a cheap mirror and asked myself — is this really what you are? Are you really like them?

But the violence was not merely an expression of sadism, for the poor inmates were not there to be cared for.

They were there to work.

There was one more set of doors, and beyond them lay what the Corporal called the “Core.”  And it was there that I saw it — piles and piles of dead bodies, stacked on top of one another all the way to the ceiling.  There were men, women and children, elderlies and toddlers, rich and poor, beautiful and misshapen, proud and humble.

They were all of them dead.  Our Agent made no distinction between any of them.

I gasped when the Corporal led me to the Core.  I cannot count how many there were, but it was many, many thousands.  And in the midst of the piles of corpses was a kind of path, and I heard a roaring sound in the distance.  The miserable patients from the middle section picked up the dead and carried and dragged them away into the dark, even as the guards beat them with truncheons.

It took me a little while before I grasped what was happening.  I simply could not believe what lay at the end of that path in the Core.

It was an enormous furnace, with great fires roaring within.

One by one, their minds destroyed and their bodies twisted, the dying men and women carried the corpses to the furnace and cast them inside in a doomed attempt to hide the dreadful truth.  I saw several of them collapse from exhaustion only for their lifeless bodies to be added to the mountains of corpses on both sides.  In a seemingly endless line they went, their emaciated bodies clad in grey overalls, their backs bent under the weight of their dreadful cargo.  Many howled and groaned in terror and their voices joined in a sorrowful cacophony that lingered over the roar of the fires.

In deep shock, I stared at the boundless horror before me.  Beside me stood Corporal Meng, his freshly-shaved face as emotionless as before.  When I turned to face him, he looked at me.  His mouth smiled, but his eyes did not.

“We use the energy to operate Huoshenshan,” he said. “We save the state considerable resources in this way.  And look,” — he waved at the gallery of the dead — “there are so many of them here.  You could almost describe it as renewable energy.”  He laughed and waved his hand in a strangely camp gesture.

I stood speechless and stared at the infernal scenes before me.  Men in black uniforms screamed like daemons at the wretches who were disposing of the corpses for them.  They stripped the dead of anything that had value — jewellery, cash, expensive clothing — and tossed these items onto an enormous pile next to the furnace.  When I asked the Corporal what would be done with the items, they said that they would be used to pay for the “healthcare expenses” incurred by the patients’ stay in Huoshenshan.

I vomited in the toilet.  When I flushed and came out of the stall, Corporal Meng stood by the door and looked at me.  His face was as blank as before, but in his eyes I thought I registered a very faint trace of contempt.  You are ten years my senior, the look said, but you are soft.

I thanked him for his service and went home.

When I arrived, I saw that I had received hundreds of updates on the encrypted device the Party uses to communicate to insiders.  The news were unimaginably grim.  The State Legal and Economic Commission had allocated funds for the construction of dozens of facilities like Huoshenshan all throughout China.

The Agent had spread not only to every single province of the motherland, but to most other nations in the world. Fortunately, we had agreements in place with other governments — they agreed to pretend that the infections were due to a coronavirus.  They were just as worried as we were that a panic might break out in their countries.  The Americans, in particular, were terrified that the S&P 500 might decline.  This, they said, would be unacceptable in an election year, so we could count on their full support.

Of course the World Health Organisation also helped us.  For a long time, the only issue with the WHO has been that we have been locked in a contest with the Americans about who bribes them more.  They released all sorts of sophisticated misinformation about having decoded the DNA of the so-called coronavirus.  All this has allowed us to stave off a global panic.

For now.

Yet the situation was worsening with astonishing speed.  I am reluctant to reveal too much on this point, as it would make it too easy for my enemies to identify me, but we quickly began to implement measures to protect our most senior leaders.  If you look at the world news, you will see that Xi Jinping, our President, disappeared for approximately one week after the outbreak, before being seen again with the leader of Cambodia.

You should know that the person who met the Cambodian leader was not President Xi.  It was a body double who had, for many years, been trained to look and sound just like our President.  President Xi is of course not careless enough to risk his own death.  He is safely ensconced in a secret bunker underneath Zhongnanhai, the headquarters of the Party in Beijing.

Nor was he the only leader who is in hiding.  In fact, I can assure you that over half of all senior Party members are currently being imitated by trained actors who are following instructions given to them via special implants.

Do you really think that our Prime Minister would risk his life by going to Wuhan?

All of this means that our government has become utterly paralysed and the functions of the state have been taken over by the military.

It became clear to me that our efforts were pointless.  Yes, the lockdowns, travel bans and targeted assassinations of rebellious journalists allowed us to hide the true situation in Wuhan; but I knew that this would not last.

Once the mass deaths begin in the rest of the world — in our estimation, this should happen within the next week or so — everyone will know the truth.  It will become clear that we cannot protect ourselves from the Agent.

Surgical masks, hand sanitiser, gloves — nothing can stop it.  Nothing except the special hazmat masks, but those cannot be produced in anything like sufficient quantities.  You, an ordinary person, will never even receive one, let alone a sufficient number to see you through the coming holocaust.

For those of you reading this, therefore, all I can suggest is that you keep your loved ones close to you.  Hug them, tell them what they mean to you.  Enjoy the time you have left with them.  It is not typical in Chinese culture to express one’s feelings in this way, but I have learnt the importance of such gestures.

I promised my wife that I would show this document to her before I posted it.

Yet I broke my word.

I hear her weep in loud, hoarse sobs in the bedroom, and the keyboard of my laptop is wet with my own tears.  Not long ago, we received results of the regular tests that are part of our “priority medical treatment”, and we learnt that my son had been infected with the Agent.

The military police that has supplied me with the special protective mask had been giving expired and ineffective masks to my son, masks that senior officials had already worn and then discarded when they ceased to protect them.   My own masks, on the other hand, had always been of the necessary quality.

I suppose they decided that my son was of lower priority than me. I suppose my son could not help them with their cover-up.

We had long ago decided that we would be different — we would be honest with him, always.  And so when he asked us, we told him the truth. We told him that he was very sick.  He asked more, and we told him he would not get better.

He continued asking, and we told him that he would die.  He is very small, but he was old enough to understand.

His terrified wails will haunt me for the rest of my miserable days in this world.

Let them come.  Let them do with me as they will. I no longer care.

By   

u/Wuhanvirusthrowaway

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Editor’s Postscript

Here is the True Face of Communism.

The videolinked below shows scenes from Wuhan, China, and graphically supports all the assertions made by the anonymous Chinese Military Intelligence Officer presented above.

The viewer should “Cut to the chase” at the 54 minute Time Mark to see what’s really going on in Red China, emphasis on “Red” as in “bloody China.”These scenes show the ruthlessness of the Chinese Police conducting forced detainment of people suspected of having the Corona Flu.enforcing. Even pets are being thrown out of windows on rumors that pets are spreading the disease (not true).This video also shows clear evidence of intentional contamination and spreading of disease as seen in the elevator with Chinese operatives spitting on tissue and smearing it on elevator buttons, as well as, people spitting in food containers and into food service centers.The following video images reveal the real face of Chinese Communism, which has become today the worst “Death Cult” ever known in the long history of Mankind.

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Go to the 54 minute Time Mark to get a glimpse of

“Hell on Earth”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOOe5XI4JS0&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR1cet–90EKIMbT0dN3WmXVWSLPRe24qwVgIK369u4tE0O63AdyjOczfPk

A Harvard Professor, The DOD & NIH, A Chinese Spy, 21 Stolen Vials Of “Biological Research”, & Nanoscience

Here are some dots in desperate need of connecting, even if the DOJ says it’s all “separate”. Oh yeah, and they tie into the Wuhan University of Technology…

From the DOJ:

Harvard University Professor and Two Chinese Nationals Charged in Three Separate China Related Cases
The Department of Justice announced today that the Chair of Harvard University’s Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department and two Chinese nationals have been charged in connection with aiding the People’s Republic of China.

Dr. Charles Lieber, 60, Chair of the Department of Chemistry and Chemical Biology at Harvard University, was arrested this morning and charged by criminal complaint with one count of making a materially false, fictitious and fraudulent statement. Lieber will appear this afternoon before Magistrate Judge Marianne B. Bowler in federal court in Boston, Massachusetts.

Yanqing Ye, 29, a Chinese national, was charged in an indictment today with one count each of visa fraud, making false statements, acting as an agent of a foreign government and conspiracy. Ye is currently in China.

Zaosong Zheng, 30, a Chinese national, was arrested on Dec. 10, 2019, at Boston’s Logan International Airport and charged by criminal complaint with attempting to smuggle 21 vials of biological research to China. On Jan. 21, 2020, Zheng was indicted on one count of smuggling goods from the United States and one count of making false, fictitious or fraudulent statements. He has been detained since Dec. 30, 2019.

https://techstartups.com/2020/02/10/us-government-charges-4-chinese-military-spies-hacking-credit-bureau-equifax/CHINESE CHARACTER VERSIONOF“CORONA-UnMasked”

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中国情报官员揭露中国假“冠状病毒”危机的真实面目通过

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我是中国军事情报高级官员,我知道“冠状病毒”爆发的真相。 这比媒体告诉你的要糟糕得多。我是武汉的中国公民, 在军事情报领域担任高级职位。我也是中国共产党的成员。作为接近党的最高层的高级 官员,我可以获得大量的机密信息,并且参与了许多最高机密的政府项目。 我拥有西方国家一流大学的博士学位,这就是为什么

我能够用英语写我的帐户的原因。 我掌握的信息可能会导致我的政府被推翻。这也与中国境外数十亿人息息相关, 他们现在都面临着生存的危险。 听到我的身份被揭露,我的生命和我妻子和儿子的生命将面临极大的危险, 这不会让你感到惊讶。我要求您尊重我已经从该帐户中删除所有易于识别我的事实。 到目前为止,您将熟悉最近爆发的2019-nCoV(也称为NCP)或简称为“冠状病毒”。 您会听说它起源于中国的工业城市武汉,并且来自一种在野生动物市场上出售的动物 -最有可能是蝙蝠或穿山甲。 您会被告知这是一种类似于流感的疾病,在严重的情况下会导致肺炎,呼吸衰竭和死亡。 最后,您可能已经听说,尽管该疾病具有很高的传染性,但仅对老年人或免疫系统受损 的人才有危险。官方的致死率约为2%左右。 所有这些都是中国国家在美国深层国家及其在欧盟,俄罗斯和澳大利亚的朋友的默契支 持下炮制的一堆谎言,并由温顺的媒体在所有这些国家传播。

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比赛仅限于某些特定区域。在大多数方面,两国对合作更感兴趣,因此它们可以阻止其 他竞争国家获得更大的权力。他们也有共同的利益,就是将真正的权力掌握在“普通”公 民的手中。为此,他们拥有许多不同的机制来控制绝大多数媒体。尤其是美国人, 已经完善了在两个主要政党之间建立人为“分工”的艺术,这是为了掩盖双方都担任同 一大师的事实。 这些国家/地区还拥有比您想像的要先进得多的技术, 并且应谨慎地将其隐藏在公众视野之外。 这包括能够破坏和决定世界上任何选举的先进人工智能; 可以操纵和控制公民思维方式和行为的恐怖程度的生物和化学制剂; 使用完全不为公众所知的催眠方法的高度复杂的操纵技术; 和其他我现在不会讨论的事情。

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我的观点是,伟大的国家相互竞争不如共同努力。他们的主要目标是保护世界的真实运
作免受“未启动”的公众的侵害。仅举一个例子,世界上实际上没有任何核武器。

美国和苏联及其客户国在1970年代都将它们全部报废。每个人都意识到,如果不破坏整
个世界就无法使用这些武器,因此没有必要。但是通过假装他们仍然拥有这些大国,
大国能够使非核大国保持一致。让我回到病毒。

去年,香港爆发了大规模的反政府抗议活动。中国共产党常务委员会认为这是对祖国完
整与稳定的严重威胁。美国政府和欧盟都知道中国人正在秘密地从事一种生物制剂的研
究,这种生物制剂应该使抗议者服从和服从。在不详细介绍的情况下,我从事该项目。

我们试图开发一种可以从直升机或无人机上散落的喷雾剂,这种喷雾剂会导致智力低下
和行为改变。

当然,由于香港是世界上最开放和最国际化的城市之一,该党认为在不首先进行测试的
情况下释放该代理人是太冒险了。为此,它需要大量的人类豚鼠。为此确定了两组。

首先,我们在新疆省搜集了大量所谓的“伊斯兰激进分子”,并将其带到我们所谓的“训练
营”。

我们已经将这些营地用于人体实验已经有几年了,但是香港的抗议活动意味着我们加倍
努力。我们将囚犯暴露于各种“阿尔法”实验剂下。
由于它们无味且无形,因此受试者不知道他们正在参加医学试验。

逃离新疆:穆斯林维吾尔人谈到对中国的迫害

https://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/features/escape-xinjiang-muslim-uighurs-speak-china-persecution-180907125030717.html

Bill Cooper and Prophecy!

FINAL CONQUEST OF BILL COOPER

By:

Steve Erdmann

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“The fact that Cooper was a fat white guy living on top of a hill in Arizona, and was being described by liberal organizations like the Anti-Defamation League of B’nni B’rith and the Southern Poverty Law Center as a right-wing militia leader, mattered not at all. If anything, it was a plus. Cooper was a former Navy military intelligence man; if he was anything. That George Bush and Bill Clinton were behind the CIA plot to move crack cocaine into the ghetto, and claiming that AIDS was a manmade virus cooked up to wipe out the African people, this was worth listen to. Why would someone from military intelligence say stuff like that if it wasn’t true?”    (PALE HORSE RIDER, p.18.  Italics and emphasis added.)

So was one of the early statements of veteran journalist Mark Jacobson about his mysterious and ingenious subject, Milton William (Bill) Cooper, a man steeped in legend, prescience, occultism and a hundred aspects of our modern and segmented society. Jacobson has investigated Cooper’s furiously fragmented and yet extremely expansive forecasting of all occult and esoteric things that were often deadly.  That even ended with his death at his own doorstep.

(PALE HORSE RIDER: WILLIAM COOPER, THE RISE OF CONSPIRACY, AND THE FALL OF TRUST IN AMERICA, Mark Jacobson, Blue Rider Press, Penguin Random House, LLC, 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10012, 2018, 375 pages, $24.30.)

Two early, major events in Cooper’s life charted the course he was to follow. The first was his enlistment in the military, Air Force once, and the Navy in 1966, eventually working under Admiral Bernard A. Clarey, Commander in Chief of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. Working for Clarey, Cooper had a Top Secret Q Clearance on classified material. As a MCPON (master chief petty officer of the Navy), Cooper had the opportunity to look into Clarey’s secret file that began to end Cooper’s “lifelong slumber”:

“Everything about the war was in there,” says Jacobson, “the story behind the alleged attack by the Vietnamese Navy in the Gulf of Tonken, the death counts, the American dealings with the corrupt South Vietnamese government. One by one the scales dropped from Cooper’s eyes. He was not the defender of freedom he had so longed to be but, rather, cannon fodder in a huge game of Risk played by powerful puppeteers.” (p. 48)   

Cooper discovered that he really was not fighting for his country that his service was “really fighting for big business,” says Jacobson, “the coming one-world government.” It was a devastating realization, says Jacobson, “the lies, the black ops, the cover-ups, the murders.”

The second major event was the loss of his right leg due to a black limousine chase and Cooper’s crashing. On a motorcycle ride on Skyline Boulevard near Berkeley Hills, Cooper was chased by a black Cadillac which caused him to crash. One of the men felt for his carotid pulse, commenting that Cooper would eventually die. Shockingly, a second crash a month later caused by the same black limo, this time, Cooper lost his severely mangled right leg. The two men then appeared at his bedside one night, they questioned to know if Cooper would finally behave, or die. Cooper lied to them, received a prosthetic leg, and headed out into the world of radio broadcasts of his Hour of the Time show and the promulgation of his best-selling book Behold a Pale Horse.

Paperback Behold a Pale Horse Book
BEHOLD A PALE HORSE – Milton William Cooper
http://www.alienresistance.org/majestic-12-milton-william-cooper/

Bill Cooper’s life consisted of many such major events.

Cooper’s “multiple-military-witness sighting” from the USS Tiru in 1966 encompassed a metal craft larger than a football field fell from the clouds into the ocean by sprouting gushers of water into the air. Moments later, the huge craft came up out of the water and shot back into the clouds once again.

Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper: “There was no doubt as to what we had seen. It was a metal craft, with machinery on and around the outside of it. It appeared to have windows or lenses placed around it perimeter. It did not disturb the sub’s electrical systems nor did it affect the gyro compass. It had the shape and form of a saucer with a bowl inverted in the saucer and it was huge.”

Whatever the possession the object had on Cooper’s thoughts, it did not prevent him from seeing UFOs as an earthly government experiment and not objects from outer space: his appraisal of speeches by the late Wernher von Braun and educator John Dewy.

“The presence of UFOs from out space was one more fear tactic,” Jacobson said, “a trick to get a frightened public in line behind a one-world totalitarian government. The most infuriating aspect of the subterfuge, Cooper regretfully admitted, was that he had fallen for it.” (pp. 103-105)

http://www.hourofthetime.com/majestyt.htm

The precluding UFO years before Cooper’s reneging on space ship UFOs, were filled with all kinds of UFO peculiarities and theories. There was John Lear, son of William Lear who invented the first car radio for Motorola, and the fabulous Learjet fortune.  John also wrote the August 25, 1988 “John Lear Hypothesis” that the U.S. government “has been in business with little grey extraterrestrials for about 20 years.” (pp.77-89) There was Operation Majestic Twelve documents (MJ-12), p. 72. There were UFOlogists on the scene, such as Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee, Walt Andrus, Bill English, Norio Hayakawa, Robert Lazar, Chris Carter, William Moore, and others.  Cooper shared the legendary literature of the period such as publisher Raymond A. Palmer and writer Richard Sharpe Shaver, psychologist Gustav Jung, books such as The Protocols, The Bermuda Triangle, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Message to the Blackman, and others.  Cooper was aware of major UFO cases such as the Roswell UFO crash of 1947, also the Kenneth Arnold 1947 sighting of nine UFOs, President Eisenhower’s 1954 Muroc AFB alien encounter, the Betty and Barney Hill UFO abduction in 1961, the UFO Flap over Washington, D.C in 1952, and others.

MYSTERY BABYLON

In the early years of his radio broadcasts of The Hour of the Time, Cooper had ontologically traced the origin of what he referred to as Mystery Babylon (first mentioned by John of Patmos in Revelations 17: 3-5 as “Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth”) revealed to him as “the story of the entire human race, as seen by the Initiates and Adepts” of the hidden religion that ruled the world (p. 141). 

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https://www.bitchute.com/channel/issachar/

Mystery Babylon was certainly on his mind on June 28, 2001 as he summarized his suspicions on a The Hour of the Time radio broadcast from Cooper Hill at 96 North Clearview Circle near Eager, Arizona. Cooper said some “doofus jerk-off reporter from CNN” (yes, ‘that’ CNN…SE) miraculously found Osama bin Laden “in their hideout!”

Cooper said the intelligence community was lying to us, they knew where he had been, and how the Osama bin Laden myth was, says Jacobson, “wholly owned subsidiary of the Central Intelligence Agency…there were rumors floating around the mass media that bin Laden was planning attacks on the United States and Israel, but this was just subterfuge…” Cooper saw “something terrible” in the air. That “something” happened two and a half months later on September 11, 2001.

‘Something terrible is going to happen in this country,” Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper. “And whatever is going to happen they’re going to blame on Osama bin Laden. Don’t you even believe it!” Two commercial airlines flew into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 in a mayhem that killed 2,996 people, including 343 New York City Fire Department personnel.

Cooper’s prophecy had come true.

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9/11 Mayhem
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Our modern-day Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Daniel prophet-totem, William Cooper also prophesied that a war would also break out about seventy-two hours following the 9/11 attack. And then he perked the tuning fork of prophecy up to a finer pitch, Jacobson quotes:

“They’re going to kill me, ladies and gentlemen. They’re going to come up here in the middle of the night, and shoot me dead, right on my doorstep.” (pp. 7-10, emphasis added)

In the plethora and maze of Cooper’s history was his fascination with Stanley Kubrick’s movie 2001: A Space Odyssey and Kubrick’s ingenious way of using double entendre, codes and symbols to speak out. The movie “was for the initiates and the adepts of the ancient religion, those who could understand the ‘symbiology’ of the ‘mystery schools,’’’ says Jacobson. “This was the story of 2001, if you knew how to read the symbiology, Cooper said.  It was a retelling of the Garden of Eden story from the point of view of the Mystery Schools.” (pp. 144-145)

Sharply contrasting with the rest of the movie, the Sommerton palace is completely devoid of multicolored lights. Everything there looks sharp and crisp, contrarily to the hazy feel of the outside world.
“Kubrick’s ingenious way of using double entendre, codes and symbols to speak out.”
https://www.soulask.com/the-hidden-and-not-so-hidden-messages-in-stanley-kubricks-eyes-wide-shut/

The massacre of the Waco, Oklahoma Branch Davidian members on February 28, 1993 definitely tied into the matrix of Mystery Babylon:

“Again, Cooper had been right, called it from the beginning, ‘Mass Suicide’ really meant ‘Mass Murder,’” reports Jacobson. “And if anyone needed more proof that this was the next stage in a series of New World Oder shock tests as described in ‘Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars.’ (In the Waco Branch Davidian situation…SE), the FBI had brought in Lon Horiuchi, the same sniper who shot Vicki Weaver dead as she held her baby on Ruby Ridge.”  (p. 224)

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According to its predestined “plan,” Mystery Babylon went a step further with the bombing of the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. And like Lee Harvey Oswald in the Jack Kennedy Assassination, there had to be a “sheep dipped” “patsy,” and that was Timothy McVeigh: Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper:

‘“Timothy McVeigh is the Lee Harvey Oswald of the American Reichstag!’  Cooper exclaimed pointing out that no real patriot could have attacked the United States of America. ‘We know who did it!  You know in your heart who did it. If I have to tell you what is coming, then you’re as blind as a bat and just as stupid.’’’  (pp. 256-257)

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Blast Site at Murrah
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This seems to be the same McVeigh who came unbeknownst with a friend as mystery guests (uninvited and anonymously) and visited Cooper in St. Johns, Arizona.  Cooper said the two had quirky questions before leaving. They also talked about body “implants.”

THE BIG EVENT

Since the publications of his best-seller BEHOLD A PALE HORSE in 1991, Cooper had become known as somewhat of a prophet concerning the modern scene. Such visionary Shamanism on his The Hour of the Time broadcast happened on June 28, 2001 when Cooper was appraising the reality of the intelligence community knowing the location of Osama bin Laden and was attempting to blame bin Laden “upon the American mind set.” (p. 20)

Jacobson quotes Cooper: “I’m telling you to be prepared for a major attack.  The target will be a large American city.  Something terrible is going to happen they’re going to happen that they’re going to blame on Osama bin Laden. Don’t you even believe it.”

Two and a half months later, on September 11, 2001, that prophecy came true when two commercial airliners flew into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in a massacre that murdered 2,996 people including 343 New York City Fire Department personnel.

Jacobson comments and quotes Cooper: “Freedom, the most elusive of qualities, best distilled in the inspired documents of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, had been dealt a fetal blow. ‘From now on, freedom will be whatever the law allows you to do.’” (p. 10)

“They think they can tell you anything and you’ll believe it,” Jacobson quotes Cooper; this was Mystery Babylon’s victory jamboree and their “unholy bombs-blasting-in-air-bacchanal.”

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Cooper would continue to broadcast about the conspiracy from his microphone and his hilltop, and predict and analyze the various aspects of Mystery Babylon, signified in the black community in the words of Elijah Muhammad in Message to the Blackman as “none other than America…full of riches, hatred, fornication, adultery, drunkenness, murder of the innocent and idol worship.” (p.182) It was also seen in the military-style SWAT team that attacked and devastated the Weaver family on Ruby Ridge and was executed in the Waco Branch Davidian massacre, another classical case.

Cooper saw the rapid extinction and the insidious control of what had been termed “Creator-endowed unalienable rights” in our Constitution: arena after arena, segment after segment, till cooper came face to face with another ultimatum, the Internal Revenue Service.

COOPER MILITIA

Through the friendships Cooper created in his radio career with WWCR, WBCQ and shortwave broadcasting, Cooper grew a ring of protection, one could a ‘militia,’ many of whom were tax-protesters. It had also become a plan for Bill Cooper as well, declaring his anti-tax status in a HOTT broadcast # 28 on February 28, 1993.   

“No, Cooper said, paying income tax was voluntary because the law said so,” expounds Jacobson. “It was simple as that…the phrases ‘voluntary’ and ‘may enter’ carried the significance.”

Thereafter, Cooper was under dark surveillance and his home at 96 North Clearview Circle in Eager, Arizona had become a heavily-armed fortress, the perimeters were hawkishly watched by himself and his airwave friends.

Cooper’s purview had changed over the years due to various facts that he discovered.  He no longer believed UFOs, flying sauces, to be extraterrestrial, but certain lectures convinced him they were government or military inventions, often used as “ploys” in psychological warfare gimmicks on the populace. Cooper knew they existed, however, because he had heard his share of strange-object-reports while fighting on the DMZ in Vietnam (p. 69).

Cooper’s life up to this point was far from healthy and unblemished, having been diagnosed with PTSD, and the symptoms seemed evident during his angry moments. Nine wives later, stressed and challenged by the warrant for his arrest, paranoid about intruders, Annie Cooper packed up their children, Poo and Allyson, and left Cooper alone on “Cooper Hill” to fend off intruders and survive. Daughter Jessica briefly returned to Cooper but it was a short-lived relationship because the feds took Jessica aside and tried to arrange an “entrapment” of Cooper using that daughter.

“Cooper’s family was gone,” says Jacobson. “There was nothing left but the fourth tenet of his Creed, the resolve not to give in.” (p. 309) 

      SHOOTOUT ON COOPER HILL

Cooper had come face to face with the federal agents encroaching on him, but he always successfully avoided them. The line had been dawn in the sand however, and there was no turning back.

“So much has been lost over the years,” says Jacobson. “God remained silent in Cooper’s struggle with the Devil. The Constitution had been victimized out of sheer neglect proving once and for all time that Ben Franklin had been right when he doubted humanity’s ability to live up to the document’s intention.”

One of the many trespassers that Cooper challenged on his property was a Dr. Scott Reynolds Hamblin and his family who visited R.V. Hill (soon called Cooper’s Hill), a spot once visited in the doctor’s youth for bike riding. It was a sensitive moment when they encountered Bill Cooper on July 11, 2001 as Bill had his already heightened fear of federal agents, along with his duties as a member of Neighborhood Watch. It didn’t help at all when Cooper physically threatened the Hamblins.

Scott Hamblin, who claimed to have property himself near Cooper’s property, filed a complaint to the Apache County Sheriff’s Office. The Hamblin’s had a long ancestry of Mormon militias and a high standing in the community; things certainly weren’t going well for Bill Cooper.

A Special Representative Team was planned to capture or takedown Cooper on November 5, 2001. The “entrapment plan” was a team of men to pretend to be riotous trespassers forcing Cooper to approach them. A “decoy” band of agents hid in the back of a truck to grab and arrest Cooper.

Surprisingly, Cooper approached them in his truck rather than on foot, and Cooper shouted a warning to them: 

“I’m calling the cops, I’m going to give you ten minutes to be off this property, or the cops are going to be here.”

Cooper made an attempt to swerve his truck around in the storm-swept terrain and get back to his house to make the telephone call. Commander Tafoya chased Cooper’s truck. The Sheriff’s crew followed in the UC pickup while the “Tac Van” attempted to block Cooper’s path. Sargent Charles Brown shouted warnings and aimed his M4 submachine at Cooper’s truck; Sheriff Brian Hounshell did the same with his combat AR-15. In the ruckus and mayhem, Brown jumped on the running board of Cooper’s “stepside” pickup and knocked Cooper’s hands off the steering wheel with his M4 gun, and then grabbed the gearshift. Cooper’s defense sent Brown falling on his butt. Cooper crashed into the rocky terrain forcing Cooper to run on foot for his house. Deputies Joseph Allen Goldsmith and Robert Marinez attempted to prevent Cooper from running, but, according to Jacobson, Cooper reached for his pistol and fired four defensive gunshots, one paralyzing Marinez, at which point Goldsmith kept firing his Glock .45 until Cooper fell dead, exactly as he prophesied, on his doorstep (pp. 328-332, italics and emphasis added).

Crusher, Cooper’s watchdog, chained securely to a truck, was also shot by the agents.

“Cooper saw himself as a messenger, a midnight-riding Paul Revere on the Pale Horse, warning of things to come, events that often turned out exactly as he said. He always thought that if only the sheeple would just wake up from their slumber, and listed to what he had to tell them,” says Jacobson, “the nation could be saved.” (p. 349, italics and emphasis added) 

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Behind the UFOs

OPENING THE UFO BORDERS

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This article was previously published in the March 2019 issue of Alternate Perceptions Magazine.
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“Brent Raynes has been investigating and researching UFOs since 1967. He is the author of Visitors from Hidden Realms and the editor of Alternate Perceptions Magazine. Brent has traveled extensively across the US and into Canada interviewing numerous witnesses and researchers. He has taken a comprehensive global and historical perspective on the Ufological landscape. He has also participated in Native American rituals and ceremonies, gaining valuable insights and information from his interactions with these wisdom keepers. Brent is able to make revealing comparisons between the interrelated experiences and disciplines of parapsychology, shamanism, Jungian archetypes, and ufology.”

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Descriptions of UFOs seem as varied as do descriptions of the “science” that supposedly investigates them, but everything that pertains to UFOs is suddenly also in flux and question.  The fifteen authors that have contributed essays in this book on the problematic situations and solutions to the aerial mystery agree strongly on one thing: New and radical changes to the modes of investigation need to come about.

(UFOs: REFRAMING THE DEBATE, edited by Robbie Graham, White Crow Books, 3 Hova Villas Hove, BN 33DH, United Kingdom; http://www.whitecrowbooks; info@whitecrowbooksa.com; 2017, 262 pages, $17.99.)

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“Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that any sufficiently advanced technology would be indistinguishable from magic,” says Red Pill Junkie.  “Perhaps he forgot to consider how any sufficiently advanced mentality would equally be indistinguishable from madness.  In the search for the other by which to gauge our own self, what we’re really hoping for is a mirror depiction of our own expectations only slightly ahead of us such that it may still be comprehensible.  Yet a truly alien mind would be from our own earthly perspective, and by the definition of the word, crazy…carnivalesque hall of mirrors….” (p. 152, italics added) 

Red Pill Junkie sees comparisons to the “Joker” in batman and the Dark Knight movies and other Trickster Phenomena such as Indrid Cold of the tales of the 1960s Mothman flap.

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Progressing truly into the UFO Matrix takes both guts and creativity, says Lorin Cutts: “Within the UFO and paranormal experiences, there does appear to be some kind of an external intelligence interacting with us in a variety of ways.  Yet, for obvious reasons, the nonsense and Trickster elements are all too often overlooked.  Certainly building any kind of literal belief system round the UFO contact experience would – to say the very least – appear hugely problematic” (p.79).

By ignoring or negating the parapsychological aspect of UFOs, large portions of science are muted as puzzle pieces. There is no doubt that the UFO Mystery is “multi-casual” and needs to be approached differently.

“Currently, the testimonies of UFO witnesses that describe corresponding high-strange and paranormal events are often ignored or met with ridicule,” says Susan Demeter – St. Clair, “from ufologists who rather not deal with the more bizarre aspects of UFO reports, and the professional skeptic organizations who are open to anything other than the Null hypothesis…in my opinion, is a big mistake.” (p. 169) 

COLLECTIVE SOCIAL REALITY 

The fifteen essayists “leave no stone upturned.” M.J. Banias says the problem is much larger than any physical “Silence Group.”  It is deeply ideological. 

“There is no secret society that has imprisoned UFO discourse; rather, it is our collective social reality, governed by the mechanisms of modern capitalist ideology, that has done so…Today, science is no longer counter-cultured, but is now the arbiter of mainstream culture, the self-proclaimed hub by which all knowledge is.  Ironically, science has become what it rebelled against.” (pp. 133, 135) 

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MJ Banias is an educator, writer and blogger. He was a former field investigator with the Mutual UFO Network, has been featured on multiple podcasts and radio shows, and contributes to Mysterious Universe and RoguePlanet.  His work has been included in Fortean TimesFATE Magazine, and in a book entitled UFOs: Reframing the Debate.  He is the author of The UFO People: A Curious Culture. He lives in Canada with his wife, two children, and a massive  cat.  To learn more, visit:www.TerraObscura.net.

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Banias talks about some of the prevailing elements “distorting” amateurs that affect ufology: Corporate influence is one, and the “ideological constructs” which our present society operates under, is another. 

“We have given ‘science’ a sort of anthropomorphic consciousness,” says Banias, “but science is not a literal ‘thing,’ rather, it is a collection of socially accepted ideological constructs, methods and mechanisms, financially controlled by economic and political forces…various established organizations…a wide range of agendas.” (p. 137) 

Smiles Lewis suggests there is a real “ParaCryptoufology” phenomenon that exists and is seen through a Gaian consciousness, but, at the same time, is being manipulated by covert earth agencies for their own hidden purposes. 

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“This is the problem I have with most people who claim to have an answer to the UFO phenomenon. They pick a theory, but it only fits part of the data,” says Lewis. “That’s also why I advocate for a multi-theory interpretation of the UFO phenomenon. I don’t think there is any one explanation that accounts for all the data; in fact, many of the ideas I’m going to talk about would provide the perfect cover for such traditional extraterrestrial encounters.” (p. 110) 

The end result of such an ‘alliance’ with the UFO denizens and earthly agencies could be seen in the “psychotronic mind-influencing techniques” connected to a “Cyber-biological-Planetary Poltergeist” in ways similarly to which science-fiction foresaw as a worldwide phenomenon of “earth energies” that evil minds about the globe have “hijacked by human agencies for nefarious purposes.” 

“It is clear that quite a wide variety of human agencies have manipulated the superstition and myths surrounding stories of contact with non-human entities – folklore has been weaponized as a means to various ends,” says Lewis, and Lewis spreads a wide blanket of information in his essay (p. 127). 

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People are waiting for some kind of “disclosure” or “physical evidence” that will prove the reality of UFOs.   Micah Hanks offers more definitive “categorization” of the phenomenon, adding many additions such as “experimental aircraft,” “drones,” “psychological components,” and several others. 

“Obviously, science and, more importantly, the scientific method, rest at the cusp of what I seek to address in the present missive,” says Hanks.  “Hence, in pointing out the adoption of a scientific ‘scientism’ amidst the modern skeptic movement is not to detract from the proper application of science by any means…perhaps more answers than we have managed to attain previously.” (p. 74) 

Joshua Cutchin says that to approach the subject as to whether UFOs are nothing but nuts and bolts extraterrestrial space ships (N & B/ETH) would be a mistake: 

“While plenty of cases superficially support the N & B/ETH view, its materialist foundations are shaken when confronted with the High Strangeness characteristics of a majority of UFO Close Encounters,” says Cutchin.  “Alleged ‘alien’ abductees report profound synchronicities manifesting in their lives, battle poltergeist phenomenon in their homes, and occasionally encounter loved ones during their brief sojourn to the Other World.” (p. 51) 

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Cutchin’s astute essay pinpoints many over-looked areas, and especially how “materialistic science” is a fading science being divorced by current evidences of psychic phenomena in a growingly “brick-by-brick” paradigm. Cutchin notes multiple studies by scientists such as Rupert Sheldrake, Daryl Bem, Ian Stevenson, Pim Van Lommel, Alex Tsakiris, and a ‘slew’ of others that say a new world of “psi acceptance domino chains” will eventually rewrite the “rule book” and finally explain many UFO episodes (pp. 55-59). 

Researchers, such as Lorin Cutts, go further and say that “almost everything you think you know about flying saucers is wrong.” 

“We should start to study all aspects of non-standard human experience together,” says Cutts.  “We can no long continue to treat the UFO phenomena as separate from other paranormal, spiritual, religious, esoteric, highly synchronistic or other currently uncategorized phenomena.  Whether we utilize science or also include other methodologies and philosophies, one thing is certain: we need to stop trying to fit that UFO subject into what we want or expect it to be.” (p. 87) 

Cutts blasts “current scientific understanding” as a societal “paper god” that just can’t presently confront in-coming “magical, high strangeness” and experiences that “mystify and confuse!”  New pathways and new escape routes, says Cutts, are needed (pp. 89-90). 

In his own personal experiences Mike Clelland sees UFOs and related phenomena as a “confusing collision of over lapping experiences, a mess of twists and turns,” as the various threads of “synchronicity spill over to the edges.” 

Researchers tend to look upon the UFOs in tight, tidy visions about visiting space ships, says Clelland, but “it’s equally important to look beyond the physical clues…We are dealing with a phenomenon that can seep its way into our reality in ways that are both outlandish and profound.” (pp. 28-30). 

In a distorted, vain, and miscalculated, search for “respectability” and the “perfect case,” says Greg Bishop, “we have backed ourselves into a corner” by routinely ignoring the “fields of psychology, physiology, and even the emerging discipline of information theory” which should be included (pp. 189-191). 

“Can we get ourselves out of the equation to see the phenomenon for what it really is, if there is such a thing?” Adds Bishop, “If there is a non-human consciousness interacting with us, occasionally, there is probably no way to see them except in relation to us.” (p. 205) 

UFO stories come to us out of every culture, says Bishop, in the symbols of “dragons, phoenixes, pearls, holy spirits, saints, giant tanks, honey-combed spider-webbed ships, glowing orbs, triangles with red lights, and football field-sized platforms that block out whole chunks of the sky.” (p. 211) 

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.Methods of investigation have been “haphazard,” “quite harmful,” and witness stories have exploded into “an orgy of squabbles over belief systems, and the wringing of hands over the imminence of government Disclosure.” (ibid) 

There are many fundamental problems and influences that have “distorted” ufology from its beginning, says Jack Brewer, ranging from deceptive opportunists to “charlatans,” (p. 42) to “involvement in the intelligence community” (p. 39), including “the long-arm of the CIA and its UFO-related interest.” (p. 38) 

“To reframe the debate, effectively, and competently, we must not only acknowledge that such dynamics are happening,” says Brewer, “but make consistent decisions to swim against the undertow and be more of the solution than the problem.” 

Brewer suggests better “methods” that will allow researchers to get to the “heart” of the phenomenon: “We would be wise to drop preconceived notions to the best of our abilities.” (p. 47) 

LOOK BEYOND STRUCTURES 

Ryan Sprague says that now is the time for an “expansion of awareness” and move past the mentality we are dealing solely with “nuts and bolts” and “physical analysis” and seek “newly-disclosed perception” which stretches the limits of our perceptional reality. 

“It may be that our established modes of logic limit us so greatly that we can’t fully comprehend the monster we created,” says Sprague. “We must ultimately face the fact that, at some point, the awareness of that monster is going to shape and mold our consciousness completely, moving forward.” 

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Smiles Lewis sees different “origins” of the UFO phenomena in the style of the “Controllers,” “agent provocateurs,” and governmental suspects that are fond of using “psychotronic mind control devices” in “the lens of covert-ops and deception” (pp. 121-122).   MK-Ultra, Project Blue Bird, Project Monarch, Rand Projects, and others that very well have been realized in certain UFO cases such as classical episodes of The Flatwoods Monster of 1952, the Antonio Vilas Boas case of 1957, Barney and Betty Hill case of 1961, and several others of this semblance. 

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But a real phenomenon exists beneath the human nefariousness and shenanigans, says Lewis, and has connected somewhere along the line of activity as a “cyber-biological planetary poltergeist.”  Lewis highlights The Excalibur Briefing by Thomas Bearden:  

“He, too, describes the onion-like aspect of the collective unconscious or the Akashic records and this idea that we could be interacting through these phenomena,” says Lewis, “through the transpersonal channel that I’ve been trying to describe here – with various aspects of our own individual unconscious, the collective unconscious of the entire species or, as he breaks if down, to family, city, state, creed, nations, race, geographical area, species, biosphere, and the universal.” (p. 116) 

Lorin Cutts points to the Yakima, Washington UFO “hot spot” as a classical case-in-point.   Like so many other “hot spots,” there is a need to utilize cutting-edge technology such as super-high resolution cameras.   But Cutts suggest the bigger mystery would be to “measure” the human experience with emphasis on the interaction with the subconscious mind (p. 87). 

When Joshua Cutchin speaks on such “elements,” he is reminded of magician Aleister Crowley’s 1918 summation of an entity called “Lam,” a typical Grey alien, asking us to “move beyond materialism” towards a “non-dogmatic Gnosticism.” 

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“…the materialist paradigm will fall apart given time,” says Cutchin, “and consciousness studies are the proverbial star…” (pp. 61-62) 

Sunday, March 10, 2013 was Mike Clelland’s “Confirmation Event.” When returning from a UFO conference, Clelland and a friend decided to camp along the Utah roadside. Later, he awoke to see a giant round structure on top of a nearby hill that appeared to have a ring of lights around it. He observed it about an hour, assuming it was a large home. 

Clelland went back to that exact spot where the “home” should have existed: nothing was there. Clelland did find that three unusual or paranormal events fell along a 231- mile-long-straight line, including a ‘point’ where one of the events had previously occurred outside of Dolores, Colorado in the Spring of 2010, reminiscent of Aime Michel’s Flying Saucers and the Straight Line Mystery.

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“Synchronicities, more psychic flashes, number sequences, and coyotes,” says Clelland, “all play a part in this frenetic narrative…it’s not just one isolated event; it’s a lot of them…” (pp. 20-21) 

Robert Brandstetter recounts a UFO experience in 1977 that happened to him and a friend outside an ice rink in Northern Ontario. “…two classic illuminated and seemingly metallic ships descend…” within the distance of telephone pole height. Multi-colored lights were around the perimeter. They were completely silent. One object went back to join its partner UFO after passing over a neighborhood house; there were many witnesses. The two objects ascended at an incredible speed and faded into the stars (pp. 222-223). 

Brandstetter claims several extraordinary experiences; one such happening was in 2005 when he observed an object in the sky while he was meditating while walking in the woods, the environment seemed to change about him, “transforming the woods into a surreal aquatic phantasmagoria” resulting in the meeting of a “strange woman.” 

Greg Bishop relates four UFO incidents that do not match comfortably “into a standard narrative.” One case involved Jerry Townsend of Long Prairie, Minnesota which on October 23, 1965 sighted a 40-foot “rocket” standing on three ‘fins’ in the middle of the road. Three small figures that looked like “beer cans on two legs” waddled over to him and balanced themselves on a third leg. They soon disappeared back into the “rocket” which then took off with a “humming” sound, disappearing in the sky.

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THE UFO CRUX IS PERSONAL

The more “traditional stances” to the UFO question (at least those who seem to hold tinges of old-fashioned skepticism) can be seen in the essays of Curt Collins and Chris Rutkowski.   Rutkowski believes that “proper science” is being contaminated by overbearing “UFO zealots” who distort the field and are actually a fantastical “religion” that needs to be ‘negated’ to a separate track of inquiry and apart all together (p. 15). 

Curt Collins examines the November 2013 Roswell Slides case of a purported body of a photographed, retrieved small alien.  A Roswell Slides Research Group was formed and it was composed of numerous skeptics, cynics, even debunkers and some other professional people who diligently investigated the slides as a Task Force, eventually discovering the photos to be an earthly mummified body of a two-year-old boy (pp. 106-108). 

Rutkowski denotes the need for finding hard, cold facts; Collins stresses this also along with good ‘teamwork.’   The conundrum, however, is: What if this does not encompass ‘all’ the evidence and information, and what if it is guided by faulty, fundamental logic and methods that are not attached to the ‘latest’ philosophy and reason? 

Greg Bishop says there are other ways to look at this.   “We labor under this heavy legacy, but it does not have to be so,” says Bishop. “A conscious effort should be made not to assign any origin or meaning to these encounters, because we may have been fooling ourselves for so long about what they are that we have backed ourselves into a corner.” 

The fields of psychology, physiology, and also “information theory,” even Pyrrhonism, are needed (pp. 191-192). 

Ryan Sprague concludes that “new paths” depend on up-coming UFOlogists. Despite their scientific grounding or their metaphysical knowledge, they must give us their time, knowledge, and resources to live with a “foot in each camp.” 

“We must look beyond the structures we’ve helped create,” Sprague stresses again, “and bring life to a monster we want neither to destroy nor resurrect ever again. We must let it live on its own terms and in its own image.” (p.187) 

Other literature:

“Jacques Vallée, one of the first to research the covert manipulation of the UFO scenario by official agencies, concluded: ‘someone is going to an awful lot of trouble to convince the world that we are threatened by beings from outer space.’   But how does this fit in with his Magonian hypothesis? Vallée presented his most explicit statement of the big picture in the story-line of his 1996 novel Fastwalker (written with Tracy Tormé): a powerful group of human conspirators know that the UFO phenomenon is created by entities from a parallel world, but they aim to convince world leaders and the global population of the existence of ‘aliens’ – and then position themselves as the world’s go-betweens.
“Which is basically our own view of the case of the Council of Nine: they have the stamp of the Ultraterrestrial all over them – clowns, conmen and cosmic jokers – but there is also the pernicious presence of very human agencies lurking in the background. The joke is on all those who follow the Ultraterrestrials, however they choose to manifest themselves or however their human allies choose to present them to us.   But, as history has shown, it may be no laughing matter.”
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“It Floated Down Like Kleenex…Many people handled the strange metallic-appearing debris that littered Mac Brazel’s ranch after the crash of the spacecraft. They were all astonished at the bizarre qualities of the small samples they managed to get their hands on. Major Jesse Marcel said ‘[There were] many bits of metallic foil that looked like, but was not, aluminum, for no matter how often one crumpled it, it regained its original shape. Besides that, they were indestructible, even with a sledgehammer.’ William Brazel Jr. (son of Mac Brazel) said, ‘The odd thing about this foil was that you could wrinkle it and lay it back down and it immediately resumed its original shape. It was quite pliable, yet you couldn’t crease or bend it like ordinary metal. It was almost more like a plastic of some sort except that it was definitely metallic in nature. I don’t know what it was, but I do know that Dad once said that the Army had told him that they had definitely established it wasn’t anything made by us.’ Don Burleson (Roswell researcher) said, ‘Brazel set the object up at the base of a pinyon tree and suggested that they fire at it—which they did—with 30.06 deer rifles from a distance of about thirty feet, an easy target for experienced deer hunters. Mr. Croft (Phillip Croft, hunting companion of Mac Brazel) said that when the foil was hit, it spun a considerable distance up in the air and came floating down ‘like Kleenex.’ Upon examining the material, the men found that it showed no effects from having been hit—not even a dent, and certainly no tears or punctures.’ The Battelle ‘Second Progress Report’ to Wright-Patterson is basically a review of Battelle’s effort to develop just such a metal as was reported by the Roswell witnesses. Although there is no direct reference to the Roswell crash in the Report, there are so many personnel links and clues to ongoing UFO research at Battelle that there can be very little doubt that the document was a report on a contract with the AAF to duplicate the metal found at Roswell.”
Quote from the below article:
https://atlantisrisingmagazine.com/article/the-roswell-miracle-metal/?fbclid=IwAR1yyCaiJzhBE9ItEI_LMjzONiLfJsHBg1oULLW7vCsfantTEVMC5FKD2oY

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“A report that bluntly and openly states ‘this is material that was recovered at Roswell’ will never be found. It is only through carefully reviewing the ‘history of science’ many decades later that these connections about the Roswell metal’s history would be made. Only obscure footnotes found buried in military studies – coupled with sleuth work – would lead to the truth about the study of the Roswell metal.
“It now appears that much of the work on the Roswell debris was skillfully and conveniently ‘folded into’ military contracted work on ‘traditional’ aeronautical or naval metals engineering projects of the time. It was the perfect guise. Nobody would put ‘two and two’ together that this advanced materials work – actually inspired by Roswell – was anything ‘special.’ It would be seen as just ‘part of the program.’ Selectively ‘farming out’ portions of this work assured that nobody would make any ‘connections.’ The ‘paper trail’ on the study of the material could also be confused as ‘normal military work’ that they were ‘already conducting.’
Quote from the below article:
https://www.ufoexplorations.com/final-secrets-roswell-memory-metal

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Hynek, the former U.F.O. skeptic, eventually concluded that they were a real phenomenon in dire need of scientific attention, with hundreds of cases in the Blue Book files still unexplained. Even many of the ‘closed’ cases were resolved with ridiculous, often infuriating explanations, sometimes by Hynek himself.
“’The entire Blue Book operation was a foul-up based on the categorical premise that the incredible things reported could not possibly have any basis in fact,’ he wrote in the 1970s, when he was finally free to speak the truth.”
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In the ensuing years, Moriarty increasingly became what is known as a ‘debunker,’ those critics that devoted their lives, as a protection against the destruction of society, to destroying modernistic and what they felt were New Age degeneracy.  Wild progressed to a fairly high extreme, seeing beliefs and modern theories as often a Fabian Communist Conspiracy. Some of his ideas, I could agree with, other ideas seemed too harmful, even though the cases Wild attacked seemed just as hurtful and infuriating. I’ve heard Wild refer to citizens several times as ‘savages.’ (‘… [if the attack had] backfire effects [which] can occur if a message spends too much time on the negative case, if it is too complex, or the message is threatening.’ [en.wikipedia.org/debunkers]). Ben Pile surmised: ‘Far from seeking rationalism, skepticism is increasingly a search for authority…it indulges the same fantasies…skeptics and rationalists ought to be taking a look at their own ideas…we don’t need a police force to protect us from bad ideas.  We just need better ideas.’”
Quote from the below article:
https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/08/28/i-dr-j-allen-hynek-ufos-concern-things-in-physics-right-around-us-phenomena-which-is-beyond-our-understanding-yet-will-eventually-be-natural-november-24-1/

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MUFON
“High school basketball coach Bone was no believer in UFOs — at least not before the night of February 21 when with two team managers and three of his players he was returning home along U.S. Highway 60 near Ellsinore, Mo., about 20 miles south of Piedmont. They were in poor spirits after losing a crucial tournament game by seven points and were rehashing their defeat. Suddenly Bone, who was driving, noticed a “bright shaft of light beaming down out of the sky.”
A few miles later as the car passed through the Brushy Creek area, player Randal Holmes noticed something else. “Look!” he shouted. “There’s that thing we saw back on Highway 60!” Bone pulled over to the side of the road and the six piled out.
It looked like it was about 200 yards off the road hovering over an open field,” Bone said later. (Investigators from the International UFO Bureau (IUFOB) of Oklahoma City later estimated the object probably was about 400 feet above the ground.) “it was impossible to determine the size or shape because of the darkness. Anyway, we saw four lights that looked like portholes: red, green, amber and white. We figured they were about three or four feet apart, all in a row.”
“We just stood there and watched it for about 10 minutes,” Cary Barks, another witness, added. “Then all of a sudden the lights went directly up in the air with absolutely no noise and just disappeared over a hill.
Quotes from the below article:
https://www.mufon.com/piedmont-missouri-case—1973.html

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“I was continually looking at the fields which surrounded us and the sky. We were probably there a half hour or more when I noticed what I thought was a planet in the northern sky. Had that been there before? Then I realized it was moving toward us.  As it approached it began to descend. It passed over the fields directly east of our position and as it passed by, the cattle in the fields began to bawl. It was a symphony of cattle, a cacophony of sound moving like falling dominoes as the object passed over the animals. It was about 500 feet east of us and about 100 feet high as silhouetted against the trees. It was the size of a mid-sized American car. The exterior glowed orange red in color and had ‘windows’ showing a yellow light from inside. There was no discernible sound.”

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http://moufoflap.yolasite.com/

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“Since it was first published in 1952, Jung’s concept has increasingly filtered into popular culture, having found its way into the plot lines of TV shows, works of pop-fiction like The Celestine Prophecy, and the lyrics of rock groups like The Police. In more scholarly quarters, there have been attempts to shed light on this theory through classifying various types of coincidence, scrutinizing it in terms of statistical studies, or even explaining it through quantum physics.”
Quote from the below article:
http://realitysandwich.com/319343/synchronicity-and-the-mind-of-god-unlocking-the-mystery-of-carl-jungs-meaningful-coincidence/

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“Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that any sufficiently advanced technology would be indistinguishable from magic,” says Red Pill Junkie. “Perhaps he forgot to consider how any sufficiently advanced mentality would equally be indistinguishable from madness. In the search for the other by which to gauge our own self, what we’re really hoping for is a mirror depiction of our own expectations only slightly ahead of us such that it may still be comprehensible. Yet a truly alien mind would be from our own earthly perspective, and by the definition of the word, crazy…carnivalesque hall of mirrors….” (p. 152) 
Quote from the below article:
http://www.apmagazine.info/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1279&Itemid=194
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“Attorneys Have a Specific Set of Rules to Follow
“Attorneys have a specific set of rules to follow. These rules ensure that attorneys act in an ethical manner.
“In Paasman v. Paasman, a divorce filed in Superior Court in Connecticut (Case No. FST FA 14-40287), public record shows Plaintiff’s Motion for Contempt: Discovery Order, Pendente Lite. It was filed by Rebecca L. Ciota, a licensed attorney and counsel for the First Plaintiff. The motion was filed in September of 2012.
“In paragraph 17 of the Motion, Ms. Ciota alleges that Broder & Orland violated Rule 3.4 of Rules of Professional Conduct. Ms. Ciota quoted several parts of the rule including how it was unlawful to obstruct a party’s access to evidence and fail to be reasonably diligent to comply with a discovery order (remember all of those continuances asked for to produce financial documents?).”
Quotes from the below article:
https://usaherald.com/20000000000-legal-divorce-industry-broder-orland-lawyers-forefront/
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“As I have noted, America’s deep state is something of a hybrid creature that operates along a New York to Washington axis. Where the Turks sometimes engage in unambiguous criminal activity like drug trafficking to fund themselves the Washington elite instead turns to the banksters, lobbyists and defense contractors, operating much more in the open and, ostensibly, legally. U.S. style deep state includes all the obvious parties, both public and private, who benefit from the status quo to include key players in the police and intelligence agencies, the military, the treasury and justice departments and in the judiciary. It is structured to materially reward those who play along with the charade and the glue to accomplish that comes ultimately from Wall Street. ‘Financial services’ might well be considered the epicenter of the entire process. Even though government is needed to implement desired policies, the banksters comprise the truly essential element, capable of providing genuine rewards for compliance. As corporate interests increasingly own the media, little dissent comes from the Fourth Estate as the process plays out while many of the proliferating Washington think tanks that provide deep state ‘intellectual’ credibility are similarly funded by defense contractors.”
Quote is from the below article: 
http://www.unz.com/pgiraldi/deep-state-america-2/

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“It reminds us of the story about the cub reporter who is sent to cover a routine meeting of the local town council. The reporter later returns to the newsroom without a story. When the editor asks why there’s no story, the reporter responds: ‘I couldn’t get to the government building because a massive train wreck blocked the street.’
“A good reporter, or at least one who isn’t hopelessly biased, would be able to see that the real story isn’t the go-nowhere Mueller investigation, but the more troubling story of abuse of power by Obama administration officials to protect Hillary Clinton and then derail the Trump presidency.”
Quotes are from the below article:
https://www.investors.com/politics/editorials/trump-russia-fbi-politics-investigation-mueller/

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CAVEAT EMPTOR Magazine – No. 9 – September-October, 1973

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“Later, Herrington braces himself inside his trench over-coat as he leaves the building and heads into the increasing snowflakes and wind that lash against the down-turned brim of his fedora hat. He rehearses a mental mantra to himself: ‘I only have a few more years to my retirement.’ He sees how the unkind and inclement weather ensconces itself as compared to this time last year. He recalls that last March was rather warm and ‘quiet’… the ‘quiet before the storm.’ He reflectively muses how a battle is taking place, not just of technology, but also, of the supremacy of power itself. The rules of the ‘game’ are increasingly complex and byzantine. Herrington is thinking of scientist David Bohm’s comments in a book he is reading about the ‘widespread feeling of helplessness and despair.’
“How sad and prophetic.”
Quote from the below story:
https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/somebody-here-i-cant-see/

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UFOlogist Joseph Foster Recounts Viet Nam Era UFO/USO Sightings In the Western Pacific & Nike Bases in the Eastern US (1950s-1970s)

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UFO researcher Joseph Foster

Editor’s note:

On March 5th, 2021, I composed a short essay and sent it to a groups of UFO investigators. My comments were regarding the current global UFO situation and a sense of “Creeping Joe UFO Disclosure” slowly unfolding in Washington, DC. I wrote:

Subject: Huge Spheres Videoed Over Las Vegas

Thank you for the link to the Las Vegas  UFO and your questions about the LV UFOs.

Here is a message with videos that I received this week from Capt. Robert Collins (USAF- Ret) related to UFOs videoed over Las Vegas sent by Steve Barrone.

A Pair of Slow-Moving White Spheres Moving East

I’m not sure if it is the same one, but I am sure that they are related to the unveiling of the US Space Force and the slow UFO Disclosure process that we’re going through, which seems aimed for July 1st through July 4th for the “Big Reveal.”


I think that these overt “fly-bys” are synched with the US Senate-driven UFO Disclosure <organized by Senator Marco Rubio last December> that is part of a long scheduled “Slow UFO Disclosure,” which may be following the pattern for revealing extraterrestrial presence in global affairs as described according the plan described by Arthur C. Clark in “Childhood’s End” wherein a 50-year long disclosure process is followed by world governments before the Alien Presence finally reveals itself.


We are now at the end of a similar multi-decade long UFO disclosure process initiated by the CIA in the mid 1960s, which is apparently approaching culmination now as we approach July 1st and slow UFO related revelations in those days following.

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A most pleasant surprise ensued when I received a remarkable UFO/USO report from UFO investigator Joseph Foster, which is the subject of the following article.

UFOlogist Joseph Foster Recounts Viet Nam Era UFO/USO Sightings

In the Western Pacific

& Nike Bases in the Eastern US (1950s-1970s)

By Joseph Foster

&

Robert D. Morningstar

(Copyright 2021, Joseph Foster & RDM* – All Rights Reserved)

On Sat, Mar 6, 2021 at 9:52 AM Joseph Foster <joseph.foster@millenniumoss.com> wrote:

First of all, I would like to thank all for circulating these LV pictures of the spheres.  There is however one thing that stands out in my mind regarding those pictures of the spheres that may or may not be of importance. 

Back in 1970 while a Quartermaster in the US Coast Guard and on our way back from a deployment in Vietnam, I along with my Captain, the Officer of the Deck (OOD) and my Chief (Quartermaster) were involved with shooting “Morning Stars” (a navigational activity) that takes place about 1/2 hour before sunrise local time). 

The Captain and OOD were using their Sextants and my chief and I were hacking with stop watches while the selected navigational stars were being acquired.

We were on the starboard bridge wing of the ship and on a course of approximately 080 degrees true making speed of about 15 kts.  We were also about a day and a half out of Guam heading back to Honolulu (our home port).  At this time we observed a large “mercury” colored, spherically shaped object closing on us from the front on a reciprocal course (heading roughly 260 degrees true) with a speed of probably 100 mph and at an altitude of between 500 and 1000′.

What I would like to highlight is that with the naked eye, the object was perfectly clear with sharply defined features (I.e., spherical shape and all sea and sky conditions perfectly reflected).  Again, the object had perfect reflectivity with the upper portion showing the blue sky above with some small fluffy clouds and the bottom portion of the sphere reflecting perfectly the blue, south Pacific ocean and capturing the slight chop in the water caused by 5 knot winds.  Cloud cover at the time was about 15%. 

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The reflectivity of the sphere was perfect, at least to the naked eye.  I believe this daylight sighting was classic, unfortunately there were only 5 of us (the lookout on the flying bridge was the 5th crew member) that observed the object.  Even though we had two other sightings onboard this ship while I was part of the crew, there was only one sighting that was reported “formally.” This one unfortunately was not it.

My captain was the Senior Captain (O6) in the Coast Guard at the time and my ship was one of the newest High Endurance cutters with me being part of the first crew after the pre-commissioning detail. 

Unfortunately, none of us had a camera that morning so a good photographic record would not be captured.  Being that we were on the starboard side of the ship (right), when the object passed us at its closest point (500 to 1000′) and it passed us to the Port Side, we did not get a perfectly clear view (because of mast, bridge and rigging, etc.) and I am sure that it would have been a photograph of epic importance (in my estimation). 

My final thought however is that the pictures of the UFO spheres showed the “haziness” surrounding the objects that I believe would be some form of plasma field, perhaps associated with a propulsion system.  The camera obviously was able to capture that aspect however, it is also my belief that this type of spherical craft (similar to the one we observed), when seen with the naked eye would look quite different because to the naked eye, the field surrounding such a craft might not be observed (like our sighting) than if it  were captured with a camera.  Perhaps this feedback may have some utility.

GULF OF THAILAND SIAM
The Gulf of Thailand (also called the Sea of Siam) was the site of a USO passage beneath CGC 717

One day, while stationed in the Gulf of Siam, our crew was given leave to engage in recreational swimming. A shark net was deployed and the crewmen began diving off the cutter and swimming out to a raft that was deployed for the swimmers. I was on the bridge watching the swimming activities when suddenly I saw a huge submerged black object, approaching slowly (at about 2-3 knots) from the starboard side of the cutter only to disappear beneath the ship. l went to the port side with plenty of time to see the object pass at least 18 feet below the waterline of the cutter, swimmers, the shark net, and the raft.

As this USO (Unidentified Submerged Object) emerged on the other side of the cutter, I discerned that it was at least 100 feet in length and 30-40 feet in width. It showed no fins, rudder nor discernible source of propulsion. Our ship was anchored, facing the bow to the North, as the huge black object (about 1/3 the size of our ship) passed from East to West beneath the cutter and the swimmers in complete silence with no sounds of engines or any other sounds to attract attention or disturb the swimmers who did not react to its passage.

Facsimile of Tear-Drop Shaped USO that passed beneath the hull of CGC 717 in the Sea of Siam

It was I then that observed the shape of a large tear-drop shaped object continue to move on and off the the East where it slowly disappeared from view.

Although we had no sharks to contend with, the following video will give the reader an idea of the situation during the recreational swimming session when this passed beneath our ship and crew.

The thought crossed my mind that it might have been a whale, but it’s tear-drop shape with no tail, no discernible undulating motion or any sign of propulsion eliminated that possibility altogether. referring to the classic Janes’ Fighting Ships, we tried to find a similar shape in known submarines of the world, but nothing even close was to be found. So the submerged object remains for me a classic USO, or Unidentified submerged Object.

Photo Composite of USO Passage Beneath USCG 717 Endeavor by Robert D. Morningstar

Below is a video from the series MonsterQuest dealing with such recorded sightings of “sea monsters” throughout history.

MonsterQuest: Sea Monsters Caught On Camera

In a recent email to the editor, Joe Foster wrote:

I see that you previously flew out of Brookhaven airport. 

By any chance have you ever flown out of the East Hampton airport.  I lived in East Hampton for several years on a local farm (my folks moved around a bit) between 1949 and 1954 or so.  In 1954, my folks took myself and my young sister to a drive-in movie theater located in Bridge Hampton on the old Montauk highway.  It was during a movie we were watching that we observed a rapidly zig-zagging, bright white point of light (greater in magnitude than any star). 

After making 3 distinct right angle movements, it disappeared behind the movie screen.  The orientation of the screen to the best of my recollection was facing in a westerly direction towards Brookhaven National Labs that was probably about 30 miles away.  In your travels, have you heard of any other similar sightings on Long Island (extremely fast moving, zig-zagging objects displaying movements that would be extreme with great “G” force activity (at least in our state of physics)?  Of course, a lot of the physics that are currently making the rounds these days would probably indicate much of what Jack Sarfatti has been discussing.

I just thought that I would share this with you.  I did document this event. Also, in this email I have attached a couple of other slides that I have used.  In order they are:

1)  The rendition of the daylight sphere event when doing “Morning Stars” while in the CG.  I tried to represent the object and the sky and sea conditions however, it is not perfect but it does show pretty much what we observed at the time.

2)  The next is a crop circle that showed up on a farm that I lived on as a child (the crop circle showed up in 2002, my family’s sighting was in July of 1958).  This is my story of “synchronicity”.  In the summer of 1958, we observed our first daylight sphere that was flying lazily along what we know as the “Navy Road” (actual name is Normandy road) that is owned and used by the US Navy to move munitions to and from ships in Raritan bay and the storage facilities about 13 miles to the south (Colts Neck). 

This road has been used for years to move nuclear and conventional weapons.  It has also had more than its share of UFO activity including a landing about a mile or so away from the Earle pier facilities in Leonardo.  ( I will share the article from the local newspaper along with a picture of a circular flattened area of swamp grass. 

Nike Ajax Missile photo - Kent Burnett photos at pbase.com
Nike Ajax

Editor’s Note: 

Nike missiles play an important role in many of these UFO related activities, here are several that bear investigation:

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Nike Ajax Missile Battery
  1. Nike Ajax site W-93 (Olney Derwood, MD) – UFO crash outside of launcher area (two weeks of overflights – May of 1958
  2. Nike Ajax site NY-53 (adjacent to the Navy Road – Leonardo, NJ) blew up killing 10 men – 6 soldiers 4 civilians – May 22, 1958
  3. My daylight sphere sighting of object flying south towards weapons storage area (Dorbrook Farm) New Jersey – July 1958
  4. UFO Landing about a mile or so from the Earle Navy pier facility in Leonardo – 2 week period of UFO sightings and landing – July 1970
  5. Nike Hercules site NY-56 (Fort Hancock – Sandy Hook) – the only time warheads armed for intercept in history of site – July 1970
  6. Corroboration of my original sighting by another witness 2 miles away – UFO reported landing in swampy area of Swimming River – 1995
  7. Crop circle (article attached) – 200 yards behind where my house was during the 1958 daylight sphere sighting – July 2002 (article)
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Nike Hercules

The next event of which we spoke yesterday was the sighting that I had while shooting “Morning Stars” while onboard my ship (Coast Guard Cutter Mellon – WHEC717) while returning from a Westpac deployment to Vietnam – June 1970.  Slide is a representation of what we observed as described in my original email.  Picture of object was added (with Photoshop) just to give a rough idea of scale and the sky and sea conditions at the time of the sighting.

I will follow up with another email and pics for several other events that took place while in the CG.

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Talk with Dr. Bruce Cornet – Update, Pine Bush, NY UAP anomalies

UFO Spotlight readers can contact Joseph Foster via email, phone

or through his website linked below

Joseph Foster

29 Bradley Avenue
Oceanport, NJ 07757
home: 732-229-6983

Cell: 908-433-2243

Website:  http://www.MillenniumOSS.com

Email: Joseph.Foster@MillenniumOSS.com

Publisher’s PostScript

The 1970 WESTPAC (RVN) Deployment Crew of the Coast Guard  Cutter Mellon (WHEC 717) can best describe their respect for Captain  Ottis H. Abney by quoting a plaque in front of the Chief of Naval  Operations building in Washington D.C.  

Senior Captain Ottis H. Abney on Storm Watch

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“IN EACH SHIP THERE IS ONE MAN WHO IN THE HOUR OF  EMERGENCY OR PERIL AT SEA CAN TURN TO NO OTHER  MAN.

THERE IS ONE WHO ALONE IS ULTIMATELY  RESPONSIBLE FOR THE SAFE NAVIGATION, ENGINEERING  PERFORMANCE, ACCURATE GUNFIRE AND MORALE OF HIS  SHIP. HE IS THE COMMANDING OFFICER.

HE IS THE SHIP.”  

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Wolfsschlucht

(Wolf’s Ravine)

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2019

This article was published in the February 26, 2019 issue of Watcherstalk website and is reproduced here with permission. 
https://www.iamone.me/a-stranger-in-my-house/
Small quotes are permitted with full credits by reviewer and journalists

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“In spite of all the danger, in spite of all that may be, I’ll do anything for you, anything you want me to be….” In Spite Of All the Danger, the Beatles, 1958.

“People are eliminated. Honey, you don’t know how many people are just eliminated, just on the operating table alone. They just need to be disposed of. And don’t ever believe what you read in the papers.  It’s all made up.” (Joe Shimon, a professional assassin and deep cover operative, speaking belatedly in life to his daughter.) 

The Boxenwolf (also known as the Buxenwolf) was from Germanic lore of the Schaumberg region where a pact had been made with the Devil himself. The victim can be transmuted into a wolf with the help of a magic girdle. The girdle was said to be a device from Hell. When he takes the form of a wolf, he enjoyed persecuting people. Even though he looked like a regular wolf, he is still able to think like a human but gained “wolf powers” as well. His senses were magnified, such as smell, sight, and he was able to run incredibly fast.

http://deitschmythology.blogspot.com/2013/08/the-legendary-hexenwolf.html

Stories and legends continued as old and resilient as evil and the questioning of Power itself.

The Nazi Reich of the mid-century was an assimilation of Black Magic and these occult beliefs.

In 1923, a man known as Fritz Kappe created a terrorist group called Organization Werewolf. Their official banner looked a lot like a pirates’ old Jolly Roger – a black flag with white skull and crossbones (not to mention the semblance to Yale University’s Skull and Bones). At first, the group’s movement spread very quickly throughout Germany. Due to arrests by the Weimar government, the Werewolves never grew into an agency that caused any real threat: or so the popular conception went.  

It is likely that Organization Werewolf was created in response to Adolf Hitler’s desire for Germany’s youth to be like werewolves – cruel and harsh, people that wanted to destroy humankind (history books say that Hitler was obsessed with wolves and werewolves and wanted his men to be more like them).

The name was chosen after the title of Hermann Löns’ novel, Der Wehrwolf (1910). Set in the Celle region, Lower Saxony, during the Thirty Years’ War (1618–48), the novel concerned a peasant, Harm Wulf, who, after his family is killed by marauding soldiers, organised his neighbors into a militia who hunted the soldiers mercilessly and executed any they captured, referring to themselves as Wehrwölfe. While not himself a Nazi (he died in 1914) Löns’ work was also popular with the German far right, and the Nazis reveled his work.

Werner Naumann, Goebbels’s top aide at the end of the war, sent out a noteworthy message by teletype to the Nazi Party’s regional propaganda offices in early April 1945. It called on the residual propagandists throughout Germany to devote their full efforts to building an underground resistance movement that would make Allied occupation insufferably costly. The Allies were in fact worried about the possibility of the Werewolf movement, but in the end, Germans were more than ready to have the war over and not much came of this final effort. (Werner Naumann, “Jetzt scheiden sich die Geister!” National Archives Microfilm Series T-311, roll 169, frames 1071-1074.)

Later, many historians came to believe that the German-American Bund supposedly went out of existence and that there really were no cogent groups such as Odessa after the war. There was mention of U-boats U-530 and U-977 and the 54 German U-boats that “disappeared” in a connection with a mythical Neuschwabenland.  These tales were regulated to rumor and history’s junk pile. We are told that tales about the Nazi “time machine” technology – The Bell – wunderwaffe – was only a flagrant science-fiction-story.

Ironically, despite the myth’s historical actuality, mainline historians agreed to dismiss the legend and continue the disbelief down through the ages.

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Somebody Here That I Cannot See

March 21, the celebration of the goddess Ostara, the evening of the kill shot.

The thud of a closed side entrance way to the Boxenwolf mansion denotes the young heiress’ exit. As she makes her way into the accompanying landscape of the property, a sudden hush comes over the territory, all wildlife becomes still and the wind stops as if upon command. Window light from the enormous manse intrudes upon the night while sharing the jet black darkness of many darkened rooms. The golden sheen of her long hair punctuates her passage towards the gradually rising mound several thousand feet into the property. Her swagger causes the strands to bounce sensuously from one side of her neck to the other. The nineteen-year-old’s erotic and unctuous rhythmic unveiling of her calf and leg through the slit of her gown is constant, disturbed every few seconds by her dodge over a hidden intruder-detection device. Her image recedes. As she gets closer to the mound, the sounds of night-time wildlife revive and quickly rise into a crescendo of sound. She opens a door at her destination that briefly reveals a yellow interior.

Suddenly, several feet away, a rectangular hangar door begins to slide upward. Just beyond it, posed bravely and daringly in the soft yellow-white light of the immense hangar, is a shining and suave Mercedes-Benz black limousine. It looks stark in the hygienically immaculate expanse of multiple pneumatic-operated floor platform/elevators. Their only accompaniment is the laboratory bays running around the inside periphery of the armory. The critters of the forest now sing in full force. For a brief moment, the girl stands in the breeze that is rippling her gown, exposing her youthful flesh and the sensuous curve of a pink calf of one leg. The unnaturally warm night air holds the unusual smell of mulch covering the budding flora growing beneath the earth that even these unseasonable events are also responding to her supernatural presence. Her sparkling blue eyes stare into and challenge the night. Gripped in her right hand is a mass of metal and wood. She swings the driver side door open, thrusts a rifle across the seat, and follows into the sleek interior.

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Her omniscience having performed expertly, the teenager is soon perched high above St. Louis in a selected sniper’s nest. No Rules of Engagement for her: she ‘is’ the Judge Advocate General (she must control herself from going out on these vicious safaris). What a combination, she thinks to herself, a specially designed sniper scope and her marvelous brain to dial-up the shooter solution. The target had left his office and is making his way south on Broadway Boulevard. The target stops to swiftly dispose of a paper bag containing the pulverized remains of a stealth “transient material” spy device into a curb-sewer as trash. The shooter assembles the barrel suppressor and braces her weapon with the help of an armature. Both eyes open on the scope in a mystical deer’s gaze. The jeweled and sparkling city about and below her seems to freeze in a mosaic of multi-colored design and scintillation. She zeroes in on the target’s center of mass and then adjusts the dial for the head. As she settles into her final Engagement Position, the girl begins to hum more of the Milsap tune, but this time in German: There are suspicions that lead to questions, then alibis, and then to lies. Her silky hair slides along her cheek enmeshing with the tantalizing smell, not only of the wolf pheromones of her perfumed shampoo but the unusually embedded aura of rifle lubricant and the sweet smell of her leather sniper gloves. The humming ceases. A deadly moment of dreadful silence dominates. She stops breathing for a second. She jerks the trigger to the right, adjusting for the wind, maybe even a shift in gravity.

The victim’s head becomes a gruesome mass of the bullet’s shock waves causing brain, skull bone, cerebral cortex, subcutaneous tissue, and various dermis to expand forward and upward in a red-white halo amid streamers in a mangled mess of hurt. The body lurches inches upward and forward in the direction of the blast, then drops like a wet rag.

All the technical data in sniper school, about distance, moving targets, running targets, she says to herself, becomes embedded, not just in your brain, but also in one’s arms, hands, and fingers.

However, it is nothing like the dexterity of the Magic she is about to do now in hiding her tracks; life can be stranger than old wives’ folklore tales.

Somebody here, says Milsap, which we cannot see.

March 21, late afternoon, one year later, in the current year.

Axtilgeenix:  An ancient Gitxsan name meaning “he who walks leaving no tracks.”

Detective Lieutenant Wayne Harrington is afraid to answer the phone, even though he is a brave soldier of the Special Operations Unit. Every time it rings, it brings more dead-end information about a murder case in mid-St. Louis one year ago to-date. It had been hundreds of interviews, and multiple tests that had caused the case to languish in a pile of police paperwork that now confronted the detective. He is once again to review the facts and updates. Updates?  The term Cold Case File didn’t do this case justice. He thought of another expression: Dead End Waste Land.

Such exasperation is not unlike the inhospitably callous city of  St. Louis: To the north and east of the metropolis are the beige and chalk-white spires that race to the heavens on steel and concrete diagrid-skeletons and escalating terraces filled with heartless, arrogant, and cowering souls. The streets appear to be bare and unfriendly. Tiny black UAV micro-spy drones circle indomitably, gnat-like to and from the launch pad atop the nearby Police Department headquarters.

An expanded sky-walk from police headquarters, over Spruce Avenue to the Robert A. Young Federal Building, allows transport of homicide case files, easily moved to the recently purchased property by the Police Department: a heavily guarded conference room called the War Room. Special FBI Agent Jerold Schultz stands frozen aside the scenery, an office equipped with two desktop and several laptop computers, several telephones, a large meeting table in the center and one huge picture window from which the railroad yard below and the building line to the south could be readily viewed. Around the perimeter of the room, and on the table, are file boxes. Some of the manila folder contents are stacked haphazardly and spread across the table and several adjoining desks. The black silk suit and tie attiring the FBI detective appear to come alive when he suddenly breaks his stare to the rail-yard below.

“Okay Wayne, let’s see if I can put this all in perspective before I sign off on this review.” His silver-blonde hair and a silver-lined mustache denote his age, now a 20-year-veteran of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He speaks with authority as a Chief Agent of the Critical Incident Response Tactical-Ops Investigator Specialist Group. He turns to look out the window again. He jiggles the coins in his front pocket. His fingers nervously tap the leather of his gun holster hidden on his belt. He abruptly slaps his gun and holster and gets back to the dreary business at hand in a final recitation of the chain of events.

 “Our victim was shot on the evening of March 21 a year ago by a high-velocity-what-appeared- to-be ‘smart frangible projectile’ – possibly a hand-made bullet – that left absolutely no trace residue or hybrid materials – nothing – by a sniper several blocks away from an upper-level office in the 593-foot Metropolitan Square building, of that we are absolutely sure?”

Detective Herrington quietly flips another manila folder onto a stack on the table. He sits in a chair towards the end. He has dressed casually: no tie, dress slacks, but an extra-large plaid shirt that barely covers his stomach. Bags under his eyes denote lack of sleep and a possible kidney problem. His round and pudgy face, as his co-workers conjectured, seem to portray his kindness and his integrity.

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“That’s correct: no copper, no zinc, no nickel, aluminum, antimony, no Teflon…you name it. We cooperated with several laboratories, not just the Medical Examiner’s Office here. Legal medical investigation of all tissue, blood and blood splatter, at Quantico, other laboratories for backup. Neutron-activation analysis, energy-dispersive x-ray spectrometer….it’s all there…” Herrington waves his palm over the table.

The FBI agent continues, “And we know the shot came from a certain office in the Metro Square building because of the algorithm Quantico used on the beveling and tissue dispersal direction – not to mention what was caught on neighboring security cameras?”

“Plus acoustic evidence – Boomerang equipment and hidden street-audio-recordings – blood splatter analysis – the angle of impact – all seemed to pinpoint the Metro Square building in a cone of trajectory.” (A high-end computer-aided design and model that was established.) Herrington continues, “But there was no direct evidence that anyone was in the office at the time: no pertinent fingerprints, no aerosol evidence, the forensic crews went over that office with a fine microscopic-comb. No gunfire traces, no witnesses, no security violations…we hit hard on that.” Herrington hands a manila envelope to the FBI agent. He sits again. “My back is killing me,” the detective says in a grimace of pain.

Agent Schultz turns back to face Herrington, casually reading the contents: “A clear violation of Locard’s rule: ‘Any action of an individual, and obviously the violent action constituting a crime, cannot occur without leaving a trace’.” He stares blankly at Herrington for a good minute: “But also the laws of physics.”

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.He is correct, Herrington muses to himself; a killer always takes something away from a crime scene and always adds something to it, but here the use of the word ‘always’ seemed incongruous. Oh yes, we live in an increasingly new, modern, technological age, he ponders to himself.

“Yeah, we brought in sophisticated, mobile equipment, mass spectral odor analysis, gas chromatograph-mass spectrometers, and so forth,” as part of the latest police equipment used on site. “We checked not just the one office, but all the adjoining offices, the outside ledges, and the window panes; we were practically camped out there for a week,” Herrington stands and arches his back and stretches. “We logged and interrogated every sentient being. Nothing on cameras…” Herrington stops and gives the FBI man a serious stare, as if he had just stepped out in front of a moving vehicle, his eyebrows rose for emphasis, “And how do you fire a rifle from within a closed office without damaging the window glass?”

“The shooter obviously owned the night!”

“To say the least,” Herrington agrees.

Beads of sweat creep over his forehead ridges.

Because of the increasingly bizarre nature of the crime, the Chief of the Homicide Division requested and received special funds. A massive dragnet and manhunt were instituted that very week and the downtown area was practically quarantined with a flood of special officers formed into a Task Force. Other agencies assisted on an emergency basis: The Bureau of Justice Assistance, The National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, and other alphabet insignia. All persons with special rifle skills were located and questioned. It was continuous. A massive job that entailed multiple grids, ground, and dog-sniffing searches, along with countless interrogations. Because Metro Square is home to many attorney suites (commonly referred to as the Lawyer Building; St. Louis had a ratio of five lawyers per 1000 citizens), the Police Department consistently received threats by attorneys for harassment and invasion of privacy. The sniper couldn’t have picked a better spot for gumming the wheels of justice..

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.They utilized several criminal databases: The Criminal Justice Commission Statistical Analysis Center, the United Nations on Drugs and Crime Statistics, and others. None of the data had a direct solution to the crime; only vague suggestibility. After a briefing by the Task Force, The National Security Agency reported that surveillance satellites would not add to a solution. Spy satellites were called into use. Carnivore, Echelon, Prism, and Mainway satellites detected nothing useful. The NROL-75 spy satellite was in use over St. Louis that day: it recorded not a soul or machine that would give them a clue. The Police Department utilized micro aerial drones in St. Louis and surrounding areas, but no pertinent information as to mystery vehicles or persons. The paper bag that the security videos recorded the victim throwing into the sewer: its contents were located, at least, nothing in the Periodic Table of elements that would lead back to him – its self-destruction denoted a high level of technology.

As far as the victim’s background, police had nothing the Task Force could hang their hat on. A young, career-climbing attorney, he had made a prior arrangement to meet his girlfriend farther south of Broadway Avenue at a local grill and pub several blocks away. He was in good health. He left the office early in the evening. The Task Force traced all of his telephone and cell phone calls. All apparently were legitimate. Did he have any enemies? Well, you know, he ‘was’ a ‘lawyer.’

“We looked into his history. He was a Military Policeman in Afghanistan. It gets a little fuzzy at that point. Upon coming out of the Marines, he quickly went about supporting his career as an attorney. There was no response from the CIA as far as any intelligence connections. I’ll work on that,” says Schultz. The agent went back to observing the inbound and outbound railroad below. Shultz is shifting his glances from the outside scenery to his partner now and then, but his features in no way betray his successfully hidden, evil thoughts. Occasionally, there is the shrill frequency zing of a passing high-speed train. Mild snowflakes begin to intermingle with the smoke coming from railroad engines.

Herrington lumbers erect, arches his back and tightens his lips, “I tell ya, a few more cases like this one and I ‘will’ retire.” He runs his hand through his thinning hair, scratching his scalp for relief.

“Haven’t been well?” queries Schultz, glancing over to the detective. Beneath the silk of Schultz’s clothing are the hard, muscular swirls of a Spartan and athletic body. Herrington’s switching of his head side to side was his only reply. “Well, get me that summary – we’ll sign off on it – move the files back into storage for now, and let some other policemen use this office. Have the files shipped to my storage area in Virginia. We’ll keep an eye on it down at Quantico.” Schultz eyes the detective wryly. “You said there were some scratches on the victim’s back or some injury. Do you have the autopsy photos handy?”

“Sure, nothing’s changed on that; it was no injury, except one the victim’s nervous system created. The coroner and the examiners said it was a psychosomatic reaction…” Harrington locates and hands the folder containing the photos to the FBI man. “There it is, ‘psycho-physiological-mind-body-somatic reaction…’ caused at the time and from the trauma of the rifle shot, eh, like a pronounced rash or blushing…hydro-static shock….” (Herrington is having difficulty describing psychosomatic medicine.)

“No animal attributions? Someone says…”

“Nah, we had an expert in here looking at the photos. The marks only lasted a few hours and then went away. The expert was a carnivore biologist and behavioral ecologist, a forensic anthropologist,” Herrington tries to create a smile as his lips were contorted by his back pain, “someone joked about a wolf’s bite-marks. A joke? Someone had misspoken. It was nothing.”

The FBI man was acquainted with the photographic evidence from his previous visits, but he couldn’t resist looking at them one more time. Schultz’s gaze at the photos grew into a barely subdued look of astonishment. He recognized the vague outlines of an emblem he knew all too well. He tried not to allow his look of incredulity to betray his feelings to the other police officer.  He recognized what he was looking at because he had such an emblem tattooed on his ankle in his youth. Because of his tender age at the time, all that remained was a rough vaccination-like circle from surgery that was barely visible. This evidence, however, was all too clear to Schultz, if only to him alone: it was the parallel strikes of the double sig rune – the SS bolts – the runic insignia of the schutzstaffel!

Later, Herrington braces himself inside his trench over-coat as he leaves the building and heads into the increasing snowflakes and wind that lash against the down-turned brim of his fedora hat. He rehearses a mental mantra to himself: “I only have a few more years to my retirement.” He sees how the unkind and inclement weather ensconces itself as compared to this time last year. He recalls that last March was rather warm and ‘quiet’… the ‘quiet before the storm.’ He reflectively muses how a battle is taking place, not just of technology, but also, of the supremacy of power itself. The rules of the ‘game’ are increasingly complex and byzantine. Herrington is thinking of scientist David Bohm’s comments in a book he is reading about the “widespread feeling of helplessness and despair.”

How sad and prophetic.

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In the following weeks, almost spasmodically, investigators of various types and ranks in the case –  die. Lieutenant Wayne Herrington dies in his bed from a heart attack. The Chief of Police is killed in a car crash. The Missouri Attorney General dies in an airline crash. Myriad technicians and news reporters alike also demise. An electrical fire destroys Schultz’s files on this case along with killing two visiting detectives; other unbeknownst but related deaths dance with questions of synchronicity, obscurity, and fate. Schultz, however, seems imperious to misfortune. Individually, each death had a certain amount of rectitude that leaves the deceased with a mindset of normality, but, like a slithering blood slick that trails all the way down to Quantico, the macabre body count is disconcerting but always becomes somehow unquestioned.

The Horrid Eternal Lair:

Wolfsschlucht (Wolf’s Ravine)

Once we have the power we will never give it up!” Heinrich Himmler, Nazi SS Leader; later, “It is our duty to take these children if we have to rob or steal them. It is our duty to take their German blood or destroy it.”

March 21, the morning of the ‘kill shot.’

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Along the forest tree line, the shining eyes of wolves glimmer from lowered heads in fear and unwitting respect for the proprietors. Despite its horrid surroundings, the true value of the property is hidden beneath an unfathomable mountain of scientific and technical espionage labyrinths concealed beyond door chimes that herald Lao Arnaud’s The Buglers’ Dream.

(A history of the realm, buried in the muck and bustle of human activity, is one of the thousands of such asylums disguised about the planet. Many are shrouded with thousands of spy, DNA Reconnoiter, Black Hat and Black Ops devices typical of the Boxenwolf Empire. The regime often chooses special names, titles, and codes of hidden mystical significance.)    

The dim, barely audible voice of the late horror-actor Boris Karloff is but a creeping whisper floating in the lonesome corridors, hidden somewhere within and emitted from a classic B-movie-murder-film playing on a television in the bowels of its inner sanctum. The building’s innards are bathed in the aroma of cigar smoke from many tycoon meetings and overlaid throughout with the scent of basil and underpinnings of cannabis, myrrh and frankincense transfused all over the stony citadel. The movie is interrupted for a commercial break on drastically reduced automobile sale prices. The ad is themed by the barely-heard distant sounds coming from a boy’s television of a classic Beatles song of 1958, In Spite of All the Danger…“In spite of all that may be, I’ll do anything for you, anything you want me to be…”
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A telephone is ringing. A very elderly women trudges towards the incessant sound, one foot sliding ahead of the other in effortful, somewhat painful, movements encrypted with many years of haunted memento. Her haggard features portray profound life-worn expressions of fatigue, fear, dignity, regret, concupiscence, and, yes, horror and revenge that drips from grayed wrinkled flesh. In the shadowy and ghoulishly lit house, she somehow reaches the phone. As a Great Dame, she surrounds her world with rare and extravagantly exotic archetype materials as signs of her immense and boundless authority. Her left hand, almost transparent with age, grips the pure diamond and gold wolf-head knob of an exquisite hand carved stiletto-cane resembling flowing wolf fur. With each step, the staff clangs and echoes as it hits the marble floor. Slowly picking up the receiver in quivering hands, she raises it to her aged ear. A very trembling, low, but audible, juddering woman’s voice speaks into the jeweled, computerized antique-celebrity-decorator phone that is totally secured and completely severed of contact with any normal landline system:

“Yes?”  She speaks sternly with as much authority as she can muster.            

The caller resides in an attorney’s office in downtown St. Louis, one of the larger buildings occupied by so many attorneys it has become known as “The Lawyer’s Building,” a citadel of power. A strong, rather youthful and confident male voice responds:

“I’ve just spent 15 minutes dickering with your security receptionist! Hello? Is Justus Watson there?”

The old woman is momentarily stunned by the scolding; it is apparent the conversation had gotten off on the wrong foot and that this rapscallion thinks he has somehow connived his way [rather, was knowingly permitted] through her security apparatus. The centenarian slowly glances back to her servant partially hidden in the darkness of the hallway. The servant nods his head as his statuesque features rise and lowers in acknowledgment.

“No. No, he is not,” she lies.  Do you mean ‘Boxenwolf’? Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“It’s Bob Felding; I’m an attorney in the Office of the Chief Actuary Staff at the Social Security Administration,” he lies. “An application has been passed down to me for more intimate handling. It was only a cursory examination at the Inspector General’s Office. Ah, it seems…..Justus filled out a form improperly, we just wanted to get with him and help him correct a few things.”  (Bob Felding looks astute with professionally trimmed blonde hair, wearing a classic fit pinpoint dress shirt with black oxford shoes. Bob Felding also works on occasion as a CIA Block and Chain Cutout. His Intelligence privileges allow him to use disposable and destructible special CIA voice-to-skull transmitting equipment.) 

“He’s not here now; is there something I can help you with?  He’s my grandson.” The word ‘grandson’ is pronounced in aristocratic slowness.

“Oh, well, he’s not supposed to write any extra comments on the form; he’s written some messages at the top…”

“Oh, oh, well, what was that?”

“He must have misunderstood some of the questions…”

“Yes?”

“Well, he seemed confused, I guess he got off track, he wrote, among other things, that he was born on 21st of July…”

“Well?” interrupts the Baroness, her cheeks sinking inward as blood flowed away from her face in the rise of anger beginning to rise and ripple through her body. She begins to fidget, crossing her arm over her breasts and tucking her hand beneath the drooping fat of her bent arm. She frequently glances over the shoulder to see if her servant would soon be in pursuit to her side. Nevertheless, she really did not need information as to why this call existed. She twirls her lavishly jeweled ring around her thin finger. She can hear Felding’s breath signaling his exasperation.

There is an interruption and a long pause along with an elderly cough for courage. She recollects the past, where in happier times, she would have spanked Justus’s mischievous butt. Now, she knows Justus was not being particularly malicious in this matter. Her brother, Ignacious Boxenwolf, is somehow aware of this special clandestine governmental project.  The Boxenwolf Intelligence corps knows the telephone call was coming well before it arrived. There was, in fact, no application sent to this man. She will play along with this suspicious person. It is not the first time ‘spies’ have hounded her. She will throw him a curve, and give her staff time to investigate…this so-called ‘stranger’ in her house.

“Oh? Really? I…I…I…don’t recall this at all. You know, you know, I don’t believe he did!”

“No, no. We get misapplications all the time. However, everything seems to be wrong here…we couldn’t find a thing, a thing at all, in our databases. It was like he didn’t exist.”  (Felding releases a small giggle.)

Scuffling her feet awkwardly to show a stance of indignation and to muster a sense of protest, she grips the ivory-diamond phone, all color escaped from her hand under the pressure of her grip. Maybe she can throw the attorney off track.

“No. No. I hope not…I don’t think so…I know my grandson….there’s no indication that he contacted you… know all his friends…”

“Ma’ am, he ‘is’ an applicant…”

She is jabbing the phone closer to her ear in anger, causing the earlobes to redden.

“I don’t think so, sir! I tell you!  He’s been living here for years…don’t you think his grandmother would know?”

“Well, yeah, I would think so…” The great scarcity in official records of any mention of the Boxenwolf family had previously crossed Felding’s mind, but he had no way to know that its universal eradication was due to hyperactive technology and memory dissolution. This matter will be forever seen by everyone as only a preliminary investigation. The complete history was not even revealed to him. Felding is relentless, however, as he fiddles with the settings on his hyper-technical detection device: an outgrowth of global science and DARPA experimentation.

“When would this ‘be’? How could this ‘happen’?”  Her feet move back and forth in nervous little movements, barely staying in her loose but expensive slippers.

“It happens all the time.”

“In other families, maybe, sir, but I tell you, you have no applicants from our family!

Felding continues weak, exasperated laughs. “Mistakes happen to all of us, everyone, lady; you, me, every single, breathing person!”

She gasps in shock at Felding’s brash attitude. “Are you crazy? Maybe you, young man, but I’ve handled major matters in dire situations for all my life…this has nothing to do with us, and that is that!” 

(Life’s magic had often come in evil ways. For Lauren Watson – soon to be Boxenwolf – evil came as she had stood in the 1970 soil of Kenya, Africa. A youthful statue of picturesque female beauty, anchored in the best aristocratic heritage and education, muscularly sensuous with rose-ivory cheeks, exquisite ruby lips filled from healthy blood within. Her demanding blue eyes portrayed her majesty in her female safari skirt, hunting vest, tag boots and slouch hat that covered locks of brilliantly golden hair. Feet planted firmly and boldly braced for her shot, the 8 x 57 MM Mauser raised delicately, scope cradling her eye; she aimed steely at the swirling, lashing bushes. The native boy had come charging to her side, yelling frantically and pointing his finger in fear at the burly, bouncing mass of fur that became known as a shape-shifting monster of the Steytlerville region. It suddenly lurched from the thicket; “Wesens! Wesens! Bawokozi! Save us!” Without flinching, undistracted, undeterred she squeezed the trigger and a powerful, explosive crack riveted the air…the epitome of good warring against evil was suddenly lodged at the end of a rifle barrel.) 

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Felding pauses. He suddenly finds himself confused and at a loss for words. “I am afraid you misunderstand me, I am speaking about ‘human’ beings, lady.”

 “And what do you think ‘I’ am; a courtesan from Mars? You, young people, are going to hell in a hand-basket, you think we all are part of your den of iniquity, calling here, looking for your kind, thinking no one can unravel your mischief…”

Felding leans back in his adjustable leather seat, trying to regain some casual composure.

“He sent us an application, I didn’t ask him to.”

She realizes some technological expertise had to be obtained to call in on such a hidden telephone line; an impossibility. However, Felding connotes much more to her. She knows the type: four to six years of law school and practice gives them the illusion that they deserved salaries greater than the President of the United States. They even feel they outdistance the subterfuge displayed in the Dirty Tricks Division of the Central Intelligence Agency. The legal industry is rife with them. As they speak—unfortunately for Felding—the Boxenwolf security apparatus is functioning expertly: something that even the machinery of the U.S. Special Activities Division Directorate of Science and Technology could not compare with.

“Do you know what you are doing, young man? Do you know with whom you are dealing?”

 “Ma’am, I’ve dealt with all kinds of people in my profession.  I’ve been a Chief Audit Executive in Senior Management of the Internal Revenue Service.  I’ve had FPTE, IE, ETS, CAS work under me. I’ve organized and trained thousands in the IRS Large Business and International Division…”

“Nonsense…!” There is again an interruption to her scolding.

“…we’ve audited a 22,000 square metric factory in Saudi Arabia, and I am presently joining the Affordable Care Act – the Audit Team on the National Health Care…,” lying,  he continues to probe; hoping little bits of information would come out revealing the true nature of the person he is dealing with.

The old woman’s face deflates into an ashen disgust. She knows the conversation has to take a different direction.

“Shut up, you pimple! You ant! We ‘own’ you…” Her voice holds a special quiver on the word ‘own.’

“I am highly educated, lady. I am no dummy. I’ve graduated from Yale and Harvard…” Felding has deliberately left behind all semblances to professional politeness and truth as part of his disguise.

A carnivorous smile comes upon her face. “You don’t ‘understand’, you impudent guttersnipe!  We ‘own’ Yale; we ‘own’ all of them, all of them! I’ve been educated beneath countless tenured professors in our secret bases around the world. Are you a Sharpshooter? I am! I’ve traveled in time and trained in the traditions of snipers: Simo Hayha, Lieutenant Lyudmila Pavlyuchenko,” and the list of historically renown snipers and sharp-shooters begins to unravel at length, and in rapid fashion, “And I’ve personally trained with U.S. Marine sniper Carlos Hathcock on the M-25 White Feather. I am more than an Ojibwa Warrior, trained by many governments.  We destroy ‘governments!”

Felding continues to gourd the old lady, despite the fantastic comments he was hearing; it was all vital information.  “…not ‘the’ government, not ‘this’ government (caustic chuckle.)…it has too much ‘power.’” He continues assuasive chuckles; maybe, Felding says to himself, he could flush the story out of this old hag.

“Power?” Her voice races to a sudden peak of irresolute anger; she pauses only briefly to muster a little strength and determination in her voice.  “I’ll tell you about ‘power’! (Her voice strings out the sound of that last word slowly as if punctuating it. She takes a deep breath and her causerie continues amidst a newfound strength and energy.) I have stood on many a catwalk looking down into the golden glare and searing heat of pristine melted gold poured from ladles in thousands of our gold foundries around the world. We have hundreds of Lutetium, Rhodium, and rare earth factories thousands of feet below the earth. I have sat before the scintillating canopy of hundreds of video screens in one of our Cyber Centers; tabulated visuals portraying the millions of RFID and bioresorbable spy-implant chips in our universal enterprise: charting the lives of billions of public human lives.  Power?  (Her face is rubescent with anger) I do not believe I ‘can’ die, but if that fate surrounds me, I have the best cryogenic laboratory and scientists standing ready to resurrect me. That’s ‘power’! I have talked with CEO’s and CFO’s in over thousands of companies and Presidents of countries. Unbeknownst to them, we own Maharashtra, Uttar Pradesh, Gujarat Energy Development, L.G. Group, Barrack Gold, Bankers Petroleum, Halliburton, SPDR Gold, Teva Pharmaceutical…,” her anger is punctuated from small blood trails as she scratches the ridges of her staff. She names companies ranging from Saudi Aramco to the Rand Corporation…

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“You’re joking?” Beads of sweat are forming on Felding’s face. Seldom had he had to back down as an attorney in the courtroom, but he knows he is up against much more now than a courtroom-witness.

“I thought you were an ‘expert’ at the Internal Revenue Service? Why don’t you know?”  The old woman takes advantage of a silent moment.

“There is a lot you don’t ‘know’!” (She pauses to regain her breath as a token of control.) “Justus is just not in your league, he is working to be a member of a society that you couldn’t even comprehend, and you….you….you…hiding under the disguise of ‘social security’  – there will be nothing ‘secure’ about you, sir…”

The heiress’ attention moves to the pulsating and flashing rainbow of lights on the security alert panel above the telephone podium; each color denoting a stage of security endangerment. To the far left, a button is a steady red: a denotation that a security matter must be attended to privately and personally. She has been waiting for the signal.

“Well, can you have him call me…?” Felding’s face has become a lineless mask of astonishment; a creeping assessment of the situation as critical: perhaps he did and perhaps he didn’t get the information he wanted, but he will make a safe exit now. 

“He won’t be calling you, sir. The secret will be kept!  Coute Que Coute!”

Lauren Boxenwolf instinctively knows that this meandering chitchat has to be ended. Once again, the Power that stalks those who challenge and threaten ‘Its’ divulgence will protect its history. She ‘could’ completely disintegrate and wipe out his identity and history with a flick of the finger. This problemhowever, will be a personal ‘visit,’ and for pure sensual pleasure, a direct hunt.

She presses a buzzer in the mega-gigabyte-memory telephone console-pad. It summons her security concierge, the Boxenwolf Enterprise Guard, and Maintenance Cadre. They will bring forth from the subterranean conclave an armored, technologically seasoned vehicle, saturated with sophisticated superior weaponry, her current-model-Mercedes-Benz-Classic-Black-Bison limousine.

“I’ve always felt there was something fishy about our misappropriations for the ‘social security’… (She deliberately emphasizes the pronunciation of the words.)…So many so-called powerful organizations think they are solely in control, I’ve been watching, truly watching...and now you have come to break my boredom, to milk my revenge…”

Her blood pressure rapidly rises–her brain is firing millions of synapse connections in passion. Visions of her past memories cascade into her mind, flooding her body with a sense of overwhelming revulsion. Throwing the wolf-head staff aside into the air, she drops the expensive silk robe off her body. Standing naked, she reaches for a young women’s elaborate and expensive slit-gown draped over the corner of her expensive leather Arm Chair.

“I’m going to hang up now.” The muscles in Felding’s stomach begin twisting and hardening.

“I know all about you!  I have your number: you are ‘mine!’  Do not try to come here. I’m over 120-years-old; doesn’t mean I cannot defend myself. I have a long-range, multi-shot, sniper weapon with specially equipped Crisp, Creep-free Trigger Pull …”  

A sovereign voice, some ghost off to the side and upward, is whispering. Her eyes jolt into a haunted gaze. Stunned, she slowly arches her head to look up to the invisible phantom speaking to her. Lips quivering, she moans to herself; her body beginning to shiver in an unexpected passion. She unexpectedly releases a small yellow rivulet of urine that runs down her leg; it laces onto her emerald, ruby, and diamond Javier Barrera slippers. It pools on the floor. Dazed, she looks at a rifle silhouetted from the hearth flames; it hangs with an armada of other expensive weapons near the cavernous fireplace mantle–the phone, slightly away from her mouth, she begins to barely whisper to herself in lustful sensuous tones of sexual arousal. Erotic muscles tighten and twinge as little known sexual zones release into an orgasm that suddenly racks her body…

“Remington M24 long-range, multiple-shot, extended…heavy-hammer-forged stainless-steel-Rem-tough-powder-coated-barrel…5-R-rifling…reduced-bullet-deformation-and-metallic–fouling–pressure-curves…high-bullet-velocity…long-barrel accuracy life…aluminum bedding block…highly sophisticated Boxenwolf tactile sighting options…bolt-action…H-S precision Aramid firing…specially created, hybrid frangible ammunition…crisp, creep-free trigger pull…”

Now dispossessed from her unseen lover, her attention is reclaimed fully to an evil task…

“…and I ‘know’ how to use it, yesyes I do…”  She has somehow glided into the dress and tightened the belt.

“Bye now. Bye…” Felding’s voice, laced with signs of fright and apprehension, becomes somewhat weak and trailing.

You weasel, scum, sneaking around…”  She looks at the Collegiate Gothic style front door with an expression that encompasses every bit of dark, malevolent energy she can muster. All her facial and body features are consumed in a voice that is a low, groveling witch’s moan…

“…a stranger, no more!”

As if a wisp of smoke creeping unpredictably through the palace, the muffled, distressing monotone of an announcer to a slash-horror movie trailer can almost be heard from the distant television program in one of the far dens:  “Run, if you must.  Hide, if you are able. Scream, if you can…but whatever you do, don’t answer the phone.”

Disconnect; telephone hum.

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Life’s magic had often come in evil ways. For Lauren Watson – soon to be Boxenwolf – evil came as she had stood in the 1970 soil of Kenya, Africa. A youthful statue of picturesque female beauty, anchored in the best aristocratic heritage and education.”

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“Ah yes, how about my favorite, good ole’ Ronnie Milsap, so appropriate.”
The centenarian in the story.
.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ho3zVZe8Ksc. There’s A Stranger in My House song by Ronnie Milsap. Copyright, 1983 by Universal-MGB Songs, Universal Music Publishing. 

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Michael Barry Reid (born May 24, 1947[1]) is an American country music artist, composer, and former American football player,  born and raised in Altoona, Pennsylvania, Reid attended college at and graduated from the Pennsylvania State University, where he played defensive lineman  the Penn State Nittany Lions football team. He then spent five seasons with the Cincinnati Bengals in the National Football League, earning trips to the Pro Bowl after the 1972 and 1973 seasons, before retiring after the 1974 season. He subsequently focused on his musical career, co-writing several hit singles for country music artists, including Ronnie Milsap‘s “Stranger in My House“, which won a Grammy Award for Best Country Song in 1984. Reid later began a solo recording career, releasing two studio albums for Columbia Records. He charted seven singles on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks (now Hot Country Songs) chart as a singer, including the Number One hit “Walk on Faith“.

“Milsap didn’t write his own songs, but he was a master at choosing them. He said that he and a friend, iconic producer Rob Galbraith, started their own publishing company. One of their favorite writers was Mike Reid, a former professional football player who would go on to have his own successful solo career.

“I’d sit and talk with Mike,” Milsap said. “He’d ask me, what kind of song do you want? I told him, I’m out on the road and the truckers always want to know when am I going to sing something about them.

“About a year later, he came back to me with ‘Prisoner of the Highway.’ When he played me ‘Stranger in My House,’ I told him, ‘You know I’m going to record that one.’”

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The Boy and the Priest

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Steve Erdmann

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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!

***********

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.”

**********

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.

**********

“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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Hybrid Humans & Saurian Traits

Hybrid Humans & Saurian Traits

By Rob Messchendorp

Hybrids were born and bred into the human race to create a best of both worlds being. At first this was done through medical means via Annunaki genetic bio-engineering.

The real history of Mankind’s hybrid origins was revealed by the recent deciphering and translation of an ancient Sumerian cylinder scroll entitled “The Instructions of Enki.’

The Instructions of Enki & The Creation of Adam

As generations passed, it became easier for direct coupling and breeding between hybridized Saurian trait-carrying humans with high percentage of reptoid DNA to create viable fertile offspring.

These offspring would have had the genetic memory of their reptoid lineage. These offspring were instructed about their heritage at an early age and educated appropriately.

Ancient Reptilian Effigies

THE REPTILIAN-HUMAN CONNECTION
By John Rhodes 1994

http://www.reptoids.com/Vault/ArticlesClassics.htm

In our time, more modern hybrid offspring who are unaware of the Saurian traits they carry from generations past often experience a sense of “Othernesss,” or “not belonging.”

A mundane yet observatory position in society where the day to day living of humans seems almost hive-like in hits behavior. These Saurian hybrid offspring often question their own place in the world and begin their search to find their purpose.

Some find others like themselves and live happy and rich lives. Others continue to dig and explore the alternative.

Was the Garden of Eden a Genetic Laboratory?

Saurian Traits

A hybrid offspring has the ability to carry numerous Saurian traits.

Among these traits, to name just a few are:

  1. RH Negative blood type (A-, B-, O-);
  2. Gold, green or blue eyes;
  3. Higher sensitivity to electromagnetic fields;
  4. Heightened extrasensory perception;
  5. Foresight;
  6. Telepathy/Gleaning;
  7. Enhanced empathy and projection.

Some hybrids carry one of these traits or possibly two. The more of these traits a being carries within, the more difficult it is for such people to feel connected within society as others simply do not understand the way hybrids think, feel or operate.

These feelings are normal and there are more of us than you realize. All you must do is reach out and discover such other beings for yourself.

Rob Messchendorp

February 18th , 2021

The Netherlands, EU

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Scientist’s Concept of an Early Saurian Biped

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Extraterrestial Species of the Universe

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About Informed mRNA Vaccine Consent: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

About Informed mRNA Vaccine Consent: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

Published on December 12, 2020

Written by Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

Edited by Robert D. Morningstar

Dear Patients and Friends:

I must have been asked 20 times about the new COVID vaccines. Here are my thoughts. Please pass this information onto many as you can. People need to have fully informed consent when it comes to injecting foreign genetic material into their bodies.

  • The COVID vaccines are mRNA vaccines. mRNA vaccines are a completely new type of vaccine. No mRNA vaccine has ever been licensed for human use before. In essence, we have absolutely no idea what to expect from this vaccine. We have no idea if it will be effective or safe.
  • Traditional vaccine simply introduce pieces of a virus to stimulate an immune reaction. The new mRNA vaccine is completely different. It actually injects (transfects) molecules of synthetic genetic material from non-humans sources into our cells. Once in the cells, the genetic material interacts with our transfer RNA (tRNA) to make a foreign protein that supposedly teaches the body to destroy the virus being coded for. Note that these newly created proteins are not regulated by our own DNA, and are thus completely foreign to our cells. What they are fully capable of doing is unknown.
  • The mRNA molecule is vulnerable to destruction. So, in order to protect the fragile mRNA strands while they are being inserted into our DNA they are coated with PEGylated lipid nanoparticles. This coating hides the mRNA from our immune system which ordinarily would kill any foreign material injected into the body. PEGylated lipid nanoparticles have been used in several different drugs for years. Because of their effect on immune system balance, several studies have shown them to induce allergies and autoimmune diseases. Additionally, PEGylated lipid nanoparticles have been shown to trigger their own immune reactions, and to cause damage to the liver.
  • These new vaccines are additionally contaminated with aluminum, mercury, and possibly formaldehyde. The manufacturers have not yet disclosed what other toxins they contain.
  • Since viruses mutate frequently, the chance of any vaccine working for more than a year is unlikely. That is why the flu vaccine changes every year. Last year’s vaccine is no more valuable than last year’s newspaper.
  • Absolutely no long term safety studies will have been done to ensure that any of these vaccines don’t cause the cancer, seizures, heart disease, allergies, and autoimmune diseases seen with other vaccines. If you ever wanted to be guinea pig for Big Pharma, now is your golden opportunity.
  • Many experts question whether the mRNA technology is ready for prime time. In November 2020, Dr. Peter Jay Hotez said of the new mRNA vaccines said:
  • “I worry about innovation at the expense of practicality because they [the mRNA vaccines] are weighted toward technology platforms that have never made it to licensure before.”
  • Dr. Hotez is Professor of Pediatrics and Molecular Virology & Microbiology at Baylor College of Medicine, where he is also Director of the Texas Children’s Hospital Center for Vaccine Development.
  • Michal Linial, PhD is a Professor of Biochemistry. Because of her research and forecasts on COVID-19, Dr. Linial has been widely quoted in the media. She recently stated, “I won’t be taking it [the mRNA vaccine] immediately – probably not for at least the coming year. We have to wait and see whether it really works. We will have a safety profile for only a certain number of months, so if there is a long-term effect after two years, we cannot know.”
  • In November 2020, The Washington Post reported on hesitancy among healthcare professionals in the United States to the mRNA vaccines, citing surveys which reported that: “some did not want to be in the first round, so they could wait and see if there are potential side effects”, and that “doctors and nurses want more data before championing vaccines to end the pandemic”.
  • Since the death rate from COVID resumed to the normal flu death rate way back in early September, the pandemic has been over since then. Therefore, at this point in time no vaccine is needed. The current scare tactics regarding “escalating cases” is based on a PCR test that because it exceeds 34 amplifications has a 100% false positive rate unless it is performed between the 3rd and 5th day after the first day of symptoms. It is therefor 100% inaccurate in people with no symptoms. This is well established in the scientific literature. See the attachment (False Positive PCR testing is up to 100%!) for more information on this. If you go to the CDC site (file:///C:/Users/docto/AppData/Local/Temp/cdc_97230_DS1.pdf ), you can see that the weekly death rates in the US are now lower than they normally are during an average flu season.
  • The other reason you don’t need a vaccine for COVID-19 is that substantial herd immunity has already taken place in the United States. This is the primary reason for the end of the pandemic.
  • Unfortunately, you cannot completely trust what you hear from the media. They have consistently got it wrong for the past year. Since they are all supported by Big Pharma and the other entities selling the COVID vaccines, they are not going to be fully forthcoming when it comes to mRNA vaccines. Every statement I have made here is fully backed by published scientific references.
  • I would be very interested to see verification that Bill and Melinda Gates with their entire family including grandchildren, Joe Biden and President Trump and their entire families, and Anthony Fauci and his entire family all get the vaccine.
  • Anyone who after reading all this still wants to get injected with the mRNA vaccine, should at the very least have their blood checked for COVID-19 antibodies. There is no need for a vaccine in persons already naturally immunized.

Here’s My Bottom Line:

I Would Much Rather Get A COVID Infection Than Get A COVID Vaccine. That Would Be Safer And More Effective. I Have Had A Number Of COVID Positive Flu Cases This Year. Some Were Old And Had Health Concerns. 

Every Single One Has Done Really Well With Natural Therapies Including Ozone Therapy And IV Vitamin C. 

Just Because Modern Medicine Has No Effective Treatment For Viral Infections, Doesn’t Mean That There Isn’t One.

DR. SIMONE GOLD – THE TRUTH ABOUT THE CV19 VACCINE (2021)

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Cooney, Elizabeth (1 December 2020). “How nanotechnology helps mRNA Covid-19 vaccines work”. Stat. Retrieved 3 December 2020.

Verbeke, Rein; Lentacker, Ine; De Smedt, Stefaan C.; Dewitte, Heleen (October 2019). “Three decades of messenger RNA vaccine development”. Nano Today. 28: 100766. doi:10.1016/j.nantod.2019.100766.

Roberts, Joanna (1 June 2020). “Five things you need to know about: mRNA vaccines”. Horizon. Retrieved 16 November 2020.

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Pardi, Norbert; Hogan, Michael J.; Porter, Frederick W.; Weissman, Drew (April 2018). “mRNA vaccines — a new era in vaccinology”. Nature Reviews Drug Discovery. 17 (4): 261–279. doi:10.1038/nrd.2017.243. PMC 5906799. PMID 29326426.

Kramps, Thomas; Elders, Knut (2017). “Introduction to RNA Vaccines”. RNA Vaccines: Methods and Protocols. doi:10.1007/978-1-4939-6481-9_1. ISBN 978-1-4939-6479-6. Retrieved 18 November 2020.

Dogan, Ellie (25 November 2020). “COVID-19 vaccines poised for launch, but impact on pandemic unclear”. Nature. doi:10.1038/d41587-020-00022-y. Retrieved 30 November 2020.

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Thomas, Katie (22 October 2020). “Experts Tell F.D.A. It Should Gather More Safety Data on Covid-19 Vaccines”. New York Times. Retrieved 21 November 2020.

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Guarascio, Francesco (2 December 2020). “EU criticizes ‘hasty’ UK approval of COVID-19 vaccine”. Reuters. Retrieved 2 December 2020.

Berglund, Peter; Smerdou, Cristian; Fleeton, Marina N.; Tubulekas, Loannis; Liljeström, Peter (June 1998). “Enhancing immune responses using suicidal DNA vaccines”. Nature Biotechnology. 16 (6): 562–565. doi:10.1038/nbt0698-562. ISSN 1546-1696.

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About the author: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD runs the Nevada Center of Alternative and Anti-Aging Medicine.  Hehas been practicing medicine since 1973 and has been a pioneer in alternative/integrative medicine since 1978. He is one of only 16 physicians in Nevada that are licensed both in conventional medicine as well as alternative and homeopathic medicine. Read more at www.antiagingmedicine.com

The Devil Inside You!

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The World of Targeted Mind Control

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 THE DEVIL INSIDE YOU
There on the edge
of a lonely abyss
When the monster in your head
Leaves you shaking in your bed
Whenever you fear the darkness burn
…..I will bring you back from death…..
From the devil inside you.

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We are under attack!  Not just from hidden elements within our government, but many governments!  Worst yet, they are are all part of a Dark Hidden World that we can now see operating behind and at the edges of our societies and private lives!  Evil metastasizes into evil and has a multiplier effort that only deep evil knows.   .  

The Devil Don’t Sleep

Brantley Gilbert

 

Produced by Dann Huff Album The Devil Don’t Sleep

THE DEVIL DON’T SLEEP LYRICS

Lord knows the devil don’t sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin’
Yeah

Battle scars on my heart
Lord knows this war ain’t over, no
It’s just gettin’ started
Just when you thought you had him beat
He’s on your shoulder
He’s in your ear, he’s whisperin’
Lyin’ again, and again, and again
You tell yourself he’ll leave you alone
You turn your back, and brother man, it’s on

[Chorus]
Lord knows the devil don’t sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin’
Heaven knows he’s hell-bent on me
Shackles and chains
Thank God that He can break me free
‘Cause Lord knows the devil don’t sleep

He’s at your door, don’t let him in
He’ll lie, he’ll steal, he’ll kill, he’ll win
Just ask me, I’ve been there
All you’ll have left is a desperate prayer
You pray to God He’ll save your soul
Like He has a thousand times before

[Chorus]
Lord knows the devil don’t sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin’
Heaven knows he’s hellbent on me
Shackles and chains
Thank God that He can break me free
‘Cause Lord knows the devil don’t sleep

The devil don’tsleep, no
Lord knows the devil don’tsleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin’
Heaven knows he’s hellbent on me
Shackles and chains
Thank God that He can break me free

[Chorus]
Lord knows the devil don’t sleep
He never shuts his eyes
You never hear him creepin’
Heaven knows he’s hellbent on me
Shackles and chains
Thank God that He can break me free
‘Cause Lord knows the devil don’t sleep

The devil don’t sleep
The devil don’t sleep, yeah

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http://www.wakingtimes.com/2017/08/28/total-individual-control-technology-insider-exposes-dna-targeted/

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“As I have discussed in previous articles on mind control such as “They” Can’t Read Your Thoughts … Right? the state of current mind control technology is beyond most’s people comprehension and idea of what is possible. Yet, we have had enough out-of-the-closet whistleblowers and leaked or declassified documents to give us a clear idea of the scary extent to which we can be psychically attacked. Whistleblowers such as Dr. Robert Duncan have lectured at length about the capabilities of V2K technology, which is defined as an EM frequency technology that utilizes RF (Radio Frequency) signals to induce sound within the cranial cavity of the target. V2K literally pipes thoughts directly into people’s heads without them knowing it.
“Kofron talks at length about how this technology is fully operational and is already being tested upon those in society who are struggling (such as those who are homeless, poor and who don’t have much family or many friends) since they make the easiest targets. On his website GangstalkerWars.com, he exposes the details of ongoing operations within Seattle (where he used to work for SIS). This social engineering is being done by the Federal Government, the Military Intelligence agencies, private security firms (more on this below), some of the largest US corporations (after all, we live in a corporatocracy), local and state police, and social programs within inner-city America.
“Kofron warns about an alarming trend in American society: the rise of private security companies who mostly employ ex-military and ex-intelligence agents. As I covered in this 2-part series, the US Military Intelligence Complex is completely and utterly out of control. It runs the government and pulls the strings attached to all the puppet politicians, who don’t have the necessary ‘clearance’ to access the truly top-secret information. These security firms, like the MIC itself, appear to operate above and outside the law.”  (Read more in the article.)

https://stillnessinthestorm.com/2017/04/gang-stalking-directed-energy-weapon-mind-control-technology-targeted-individuals/

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“Of course, something needs to be done about this illegal, immoral governmental electronic terrorism. However, seeing the bigger picture, it may be difficult to incriminate the culprits: As mentioned by former CIA engineer and whistleblower Dr Robert Duncan it would be difficult to take the victimization cases to court, as the gang stalking involves a number of people in very high places who could control the law process… Having said that, there are ways and governments are getting pressurized to do something about it: Not just America, gang stalking is happening all over the world.
“Targeted individuals describing their nightmare experiences have shown us that they don’t necessarily have to be major threats to the new world order agenda to be targeted, just people known for having the already mentioned traits and qualities.”  (Read more in the article.)

https://www.wired.com/story/mind-games-the-tortured-lives-of-targeted-individuals/

“Today, technology is increasingly folded into our everyday lives. Some 8.4 billion ‘connected things’ will be used globally this year, most of which are vulnerable to hacking and surveillance. Early this year, a German regulatory agency labeled a blond, talking doll named My Friend Cayla ‘an illegal espionage apparatus,’ recommending its destruction. The FDA recently approved the first pill that can track whether a patient has taken it. These Big Brotheresque developments are worrying even if you are not a suspicious or paranoid person. For the TIs, these devices are their worst fears realized. The technology doesn’t just spy on them or track them. It attacks them.”  (Read more in the article.)

https://everydayconcerned.wordpress.com/tag/targeted-individuals/page/5/?iframe=true&preview=true%2Ffeed%2F

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“The invasion and virtual rape of our lives by covert forces (an activity apparently being given the nod of approval by the U.S. Government) has become a rampant epidemic of sadistic abuse that also appears to be a manipulating tool of augmented fascist indoctrination and conditioning, particularly among those who are recruited to perform these ritualistic acts of torture and psychological terrorism against us. This horrible crime is much more potentially destructive to the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness than any other threat before it, and must be recognized as so.”  (Read more in the article.)
Computer Generated Mind Control Technology – Bing video.

High Tech Brain Computer used for Mind Control?! – Bing video

“Two things must be noted here. Firstly, this can all be done subliminally without you consciously noticing it. Secondly, the idea of pulsed RF signals is exactly what smart meters are doing to destroy your health. Pulsed EM fields are especially dangerous to the human energetic field – and the NWO controllers know it. How will the 5G grid and IoT contribute to all this?
“Interestingly, some have suggested that the TV company Hulu derived its name from Hendricks Loos. Hulu famously released its video ad with Alec Baldwin detailing how they produce programs that turn people’s brains to mush in order to prime the brains up for eating by aliens. Just a coincidence, I’m sure.”  (Read more in the article.)

https://redpillinfowar.com/category/targeted-individuals/
(Not a ‘short’ article)
“That is the delivery of bio-nano-particulates into the environment for all of humanity to breathe in and or ingest as well as absorbed through the skin. These nano-particulates contain all the necessary building blocks for a synthetic DNA conversion or as the powers behind the crime will call it ‘DNA Upgrades.’ The following article explains this process, so if you are not yet familiar with the process then I suggest you read the article linked below by clicking the image:

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https://www.redpillinfowar.com/2017/03/29/the-transhuman-control-matrix-is-here-chemtrails-morgellons-neural-lace/
“What needs to be done with 5G WiFi in order for these psychopaths to put it to use for their purposes is to get it distributed all over the planet as much as it is possible for them to do. One way they are currently doing this, and with your help, is to sell the necessary antenna infrastructure as a service you need or ‘must have’ for ‘blazing fast internet speeds everywhere in your home.’”   (Read more in the article.)

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https://byebyebluesky.com/nanomorgellons-researcher-sofia-smallstorm-living-things-will-be-the-fuel-for-technology/

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https://forums.bohemia.net/forums/topic/202023-logo-in-arma3-not-to-see/

“In my opinion, Morgellons is a Program. It is harnessing the life energy of biology to get it to serve technology”   –Sofia Smallstorm–  (Lisen to a technical video presentation.)

http://www.haciendapub.com/articles/dangers-living-unreal-world-russell-l-blaylock-md

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“Yet beyond that, we have a more obvious and easily demonstrated escape from reality. In this present age, as I have stated, we have two main groups in a fight to the death: The utopians illusionists of the left and the realists of the traditional American conservative persuasion. The left utopians believe in the basic tenant that man is basically good and those that are not good can be molded by the forces of social engineering into being good citizens — good citizens, that is, in their perverted definition. This utopian view assumes that man has been corrupted by his social and mainly economic institutions, such as “white privilege,” capitalism, racism, class discrimination, homophobia and other social phobias. To correct man’s seemingly decrepit state, one needs merely change the institutions of society as they now exist, and in doing so, one can lead mankind into a utopian world. This utopian world, naturally, is a collectivist one of a socialist design in some manner.
“In this view, all crimes and social problems of modern societies are based on a maldistribution of wealth, a lack of tolerance for previously unacceptable behaviors, ownership of private property and an unwillingness of the individual to surrender his or her independence in favor of the collective. What is rarely discussed by the leftist utopians is the perennial question — who shall make the decisions for the collective? Of course, if pressed, they will admit that highly qualified “elites,” much like Plato’s philosopher-kings, will make these decisions. In today’s world, it will be the elite technocrats who will make the decisions.

RULES of Elite Dangerous – Bing video

“Who will select and choose these elites? We are never told. Have they already been chosen by secret councils — the men in the shadows of the deep state? Who shall these elites answer and how shall they be made accountable? We are never told. Worse yet, the leftist in the streets and the leftist scribblers never even bother to think about such things. Most people assume that they will be asked their opinion. Of course, if they knew anything about collectivist political systems, they would realize that once they help usher in the system, they would be dispensed with, killed in mass numbers, imprisoned or marginalized within the lower ranks of the collective. The elite would no longer tolerate moronic opinion.”  (Read more in the article.)

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https://chemtrailsaroundtheworld.wordpress.com/2015/07/30/chem-trail-geo-engineering-patents-lab-analysis-united-states-patent-and-trademark-office-by-chris-ma-cdm/

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Chemtrails contain many strange elements

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“Carnicom’s central message is to alert the audience that chemtrails are far more than for the purpose of atmospheric modification.   His research finds that the aerosols also contain bio-engineered filaments that are infecting the global population with exotic, cross-domain bacteria that do not exist in nature.
“Most people infected with the pathogen may exhibit constitutional symptoms of varying intensity but a minority of victims also exhibit skin lesions that can exude visible colored polymer fibers from within the lesions or from under the skin.  Carnicom chooses to call the condition ‘Morgellons syndrome’ since it somewhat mimics this previously described condition.”  (Read more in the article.)

They Decide What Government Does – The New American

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https://the-wakeup-call.com/viewtopic.php?t=358

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“My major concern is that there is evidence that they are spraying tons of nanosized aluminum compounds. It has been demonstrated in the scientific and medical literature that nanosized particles are infinitely more reactive and induce intense inflammation in a number of tissues. Of special concern are the effect of these nanoparticles on the brain and spinal cord, as a growing list of neurodegenerative diseases, including Alzheimer’s dementia, Parkinson’s disease, and Lou Gehrig’s disease (ALS) are strongly related to exposure to environmental aluminum.”

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“Who will select and choose these elites? We are never told. Have they already been chosen by secret councils — the men in the shadows of the deep state? Who shall these elites answer and how shall they be made accountable? We are never told.”

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You can reach Steve Erdmann – at – dissenterdisinter@yahoo.com  – or – independenterdmann@gmail.com.
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http://www.minds.com – TheDissenter,
http://www.ufospotlightwordpress.com,
http://www.ufodigestblog.wordpress.com,
http://www.ufodigest.com,
Alternate Perception Magazine: http://www.apmagazine.info/.
https://www.facebook.com/TheUniversalDigest/?__tn__=%2Cd%2CP-R&eid=ARB3i9eJwirzOvkPMA5RwMhIUX-3xSP69ME1YHZhQjeSqnxoiNgzhKt1WVX8EUlupUgLBVzd_mX-VXAN

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Steve Erdmann – Independent Investigative Journalist
This article in a similar motif can be found at
https://ufospotlight.wordpress.com/2020/01/10/the-hidden-world/

Another version of this article can be seen at The Global Mind Controllers! – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/

Science and Religion Debates!

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The Gods Behind the Legends.
http://beta.kugali.com/category/comics

Fortean investigators Robert Morningstar, Omar (Faizi) Shemyaza, and Stephen Erdmann explore the behind the scenes of history and the Hidden World!

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Another version of this article can be seen at – Searching for Hidden History! – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07

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Given that we exist, then the universe should be just barely habitable according to naturalism, since the number of barely habitable universes should far outnumber the number of highly habitable universes in any one of the many multiverse scenarios offered up by cosmologists..
https://www.equip.org/article/would-extraterrestrial-intelligent-life-spell-doom-for-christianity/
Quote from the above link:
“The more interesting question concerns the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence (ETI). If we discover ETI comparable in intelligence to a dog or a monkey, then I don’t think the implications would be significant. However, the common view among opinion makers today seems to be that Christians should worry about the discovery of an advanced ETI.  Space.com blogger Clara Moskowitz wrote recently on MSNBC.com, ‘Christians, in particular, might take the news hardest, because the Christian belief system does not easily allow for other intelligent beings in the universe, Christian thinkers said at the 100 Year Starship Symposium, a meeting sponsored by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency [DARPA] to discuss issues surrounding traveling to other stars.’”

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Quote from the above link:
“This should shake our basic view of Christianity,” he said as he sat in his office of the Shalom Hartman Institute in Jerusalem where he is a senior fellow in addition to being the Yehezkel Kaufman Professor of Biblical Studies at Hebrew University. “Resurrection after three days becomes a motif developed before Jesus, which runs contrary to nearly all scholarship. What happens in the New Testament was adopted by Jesus and his followers based on an earlier messiah story.”

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Unidentified flying object landing in a cracked landscape. Unknown object flying over pyramids and sphinx. 3d illustration
“In 1912 in South Africa a giant human-like footprint was found in solid granite. The footprint is of a left foot and is approximately four feet long and eighteen centimeters deep. It is distinct enough to clearly show where mud had squished up between the toes. The footprint is estimated to be about a million years old.” 
Quote from the below article:
http://www.aliens-everything-you-want-to-know.com/AliensinArchaeology.html

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http://www.genesispark.com/exhibits/evidence/paleontological/footprints/
From the above link:
“Here is another one nobody wants to touch. In a riverbed in Paluxy, Texas, archaeologists have found both dinosaur tracks and human footprints together. Both made at the same time. And, not just one track, but dozens. All the tracks are the same age, about 140 million years old, and they were made together. From the spacing of the footprints, it is clear the ancient person was clearly tracking the dinosaur. Several scientists have said it is not possible; however, those that say this have never gone to visit the prints themselves.”
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http://archives.weirdload.com/vat-ufo1.html
Quote from the above link:
“But if they’re not demons or angels, and since Catholicism leaves little theoretical room for ‘neutral’ spirits, perhaps what Balducci is getting at is that these entities are physical beings, with bodies of some kind. His other statements about other ‘children of God’ in the cosmos definitely imply that.”

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Pazuzu – Demon God of  Destruction
https://bcc-cuny.digication.com/nestorcampos/my_assignment2
Quote from the above link:.
“PAZUZU…Ancient Mesopotamian Monster…Pazuzu is a demon – monster originating from ancient Mesopotamia (modern day Iraq), mentioned in tales from ancient cities, Sumer, Babylon, etc. Pazuzu has characteristics of human and animals, like a canine – like head, (also depicted as having a head of a lion) two set of wings, talons for feet & and has serpentine sexual organ. He has the power to cause destruction, but it is also the protector of the west winds.

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http://ludicdespair.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-drives-flying-saucer-1969_16.html

“The title says it all really. Part of a cycle of books in the late 1960s and early 70s purporting to interlink and explain the mysteries of the ancient world as a function of extraterrestrial intervention (the most famous of which remains Erich von Daniken’s Chariots of the Gods). Dione’s shtick is to meld Ufology with Biblical doctrine, claiming that God is not a supernatural being but rather the most technologically advanced entity in the universe.”
Quote from the above article.
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Archaeological discoveries - Fuente Magna Bowl
“New archaeological discoveries show us that history may not be exactly as we learned in school.
“Rather than thinking about history as a picture, try visualizing it as a puzzle that lacks all of its pieces. For centuries, researchers have been trying to put together a consistent timeline of history, but new findings make it difficult to keep that consistency for long. History, although it belongs to the past, is very much alive, and it changes with new archaeological discoveries.”
Quote from the below article:
https://www.learning-mind.com/archaeological-discoveries-challenge-mainstream-history/

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The Psychrophiles Wraith_attack
“A skull unearthed in Petralona Cave near Thessaloniki in Northern Greece is not a new discovery. It was found in 1959 or 1960, and at first, it was believed that this is an ordinary hominin skull, aged somewhere between 100.000 and 120.000 years. If this information was true, Petralona would fit right into the existing puzzle of the development of humankind. Since then, information surfaced that the remains might be 350.000-year-old while others claim that the skull is 700.000-years-old! This makes Petralona cave the oldest human settlement we know of. Another layer of mystery was added when a scientist claimed that the skull doesn’t belong to any of the hominin groups that migrated from Africa to the European continent. Where did Petralona men come from? When were they extinct? It remains unclear.   However, this discovery entirely changes the timeline of the evolution of humankind.”
Quote from the below article:.
https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/the-forgotten-visitors/

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“Klarfeld summarizes that The Enuma Elish Epic predated the Hebrew Book of Genesis, and is the bases for the Genesis creation account.  It is the original creation story that was transmitted orally from the Anunnaki. The Epic came to rest eventually in the form of seven cuneiform tablets.”
Quote from the below article:
https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/the-forgotten-visitors/

The Psychrophiles Zacharia-Sitchin
Zecharia Sitchin, Supporter of Planet Nibiru and of the Anunnaki

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https://mysteriousearth.net/2016/09/19/disclosure-of-classified-x-documents-and-archaeological-aztec-origin-objects-found-in-ojuelos-de-jalisco-mexico/
Photo from the above article:

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https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/08/12/the-forgotten-visitors/

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You can reach Steve Erdmann – at – dissenterdisinter@yahoo.com  – or – independenterdmann@gmail.com.
His Facebook email is http://facebook.com/stephen.erdmann1.
You can friend him at:
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/stephen.erdmann1 –
Or – visit the Dissenter/Disinter Group – https://www.facebook.com/#!/groups/171577496293504/.
His Facebook email is http://facebook.com/stephen.erdmann1.
You can also visit his articles at the following:
http://www.minds.com – TheDissenter,
http://www.ufospotlightwordpress.com,
http://www.ufodigestblog.wordpress.com,
http://www.ufodigest.com,
Alternate Perception Magazine: http://www.apmagazine.info/.
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Steve Erdmann – Independent  Investigative  Journalist 

Searching for Hidden History! – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/