MY LETTERS RETURNED IN THE HANDS OF THE MIB -> By Cherry Hinkle

 
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MY LETTERS RETURNED IN THE HANDS OF THE MIB

By Cherry Hinkle

(Copyright 2017, Cherry Hinkle – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert Morningstar>

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For fifty five years I have been trying to enlighten the world about the E.T./UFOs that fly across the skies of Earth and it has become obvious that the military forces of Earth care helpless against these beings. They can fly circles around in our military craft. The military Air Force of this world are limited to fly in linear paths – the UFOs are not limited that way they can make right angles in mid-air, instantly stop, or take off in any direction faster than you can blink your eye. (NOTE: this is a hint, so pay attention.)

The higher ranking men and women of military of Earth know the truth of the beings, and a few of the more mundane citizens of this planet sometimes stumble across the truth while doing UFO studies, when we do find the truth, we just stop and wonder why the rest of the world haven’t found it too. I believe it is because no one can believe anything so basic can be so real. The truth is fantastic, and beyond belief —- but real.

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The problem is, every time a citizen accidentally finds the truth; “They” stop you from telling anyone. I am one of the citizens that stumbled across the truth, and I thought “can this be the big secret? This silly idea is the Secrets of Secrets?” I decided to send three copies of my idea to three well known UFO researchers, I sent the copies through the normal U.S. Postal service – the next day three men showed up at my door – I had barely had them inside my home and invite them to sit down and the produced the three letters I mailed the day before.

I was shocked, of course, but the important thing is I want to point out is that my letters to the researchers was still sealed – they didn’t open my letters – in other words, the letters hadn’t been opened and resealed, my letters never reached the researchers I sent to them, but one of the men told me exactly what my letters said – even stranger was the fact he also knew I kept my original letter and demanded my original letter too. I bulked on that one, and told them I wanted to keep my original letter and told them my letter belonged to me, and they have no right to claim my own letter and I refused to give it to them. (No one knew I hid my original letter inside a book) But one man walked straight to my stack of books opened the third book, took opened my original letter. It was then, that day I became afraid because I knew they knew you can’t keep a secret from the MIB.

That day – and all days since then, I found I can’t share the secret knowledge that I found strictly by accident. But it doesn’t matter if you found it by accident – the fact is that I DO know – and that seems to be detrimental to their lives. I am pressing my luck by writing this much – but the world needs to stop looking for a wild complex theory and think that will lead them for the truth – instead they just need to look for the basic simple most logical thought – and then will find the simple truth. “They” – the “MIB” refuse to allow the basic truth be told – so all I can do is give you a few clues – but before you start looking for the truth, please be aware that if you do guess the truth, your life will never been the same.

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If you try to warn your friend even one person, and tell them what you suspect, it is too late and “they” will show up before you can tell your friends. When you guess the truth – “they” will show up and block you, they will give you a choice to live or die – I chose to live. But if you think you can out smart them, and find a way to sneak the truth out – think again, that day your life will be end, like several of my friends they had sudden heart attacks, or the sudden urge to commit “suicide” – or be “suicided” by the hand of the MIB. If you guess the Ultimate Game – keep your mouth shut and you will live on. I am speaking from experience.

Cherry Hinkle

April 29th, 2017

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THREE OF MY ENCOUNTERS: Bigfoot, Reptilians & MIBs (Men In Black)

THREE OF MY ENCOUNTERS

By Cherry Hinkle

 Bigfoot Encounter in the California Forest

I must admit I did experience a Bigfoot in the forest in northern California back in 1977, but I rarely want to talk about it because I was not supposed to be there anyway. I had been driving all day and had traveled by any side roads that were not highways. That made the trip from Lake Tahoe, Nevada to a California point that was in the northern part of the state. I was in the northern rugged mountains of that state, and deep inside a vast forest and beside a beautiful mountain river. There was nothing to see but mature trees and shrubs from all directions. Imagine a forest so vast it reminds me of huge waves of deep green trees – or like an Ocean of trees, nothing to see but endless tree covered mountains.

It must have been nearly late evening, but since it was summer, there was still a lingering hint of light in the sky. There was no way to hide my fatigue if someone found me, and I knew I was too tired to drive on to the next town because I was in need of a few hours of sleep, at least that my mood at exact at that time, too tired to explore, and too tired to open my cooler and eat a piece of fruit. I could only think of rest and how good the sleeping bag would feel right now.

I am usually careful and always abide by the laws of the land and do not knowingly break any laws or rules posted by the roads. I guess that night I didn’t care that I ignored the sign that said ‘no overnight camping,’ but that evening I just pulled into the very wide area. There must have been enough space to park 50 or 60 cars in that area, but I was alone when I pulled the car close to the river. It was a beautiful area, trees, smooth dirt roads, lots of beach-like sand beside the cold water in the wide river. Some of the beautiful trees grew so close to the water they provided a lot of shade that part of the river. The parking area if clear of debris, just tall Ponderosa trees and a few sparse boulders here and there near the river. If wanted to, I could have parked much closer to the river and I suspect I could have open the driver’s door and cool my feet in the cold water of the brisk water. But I parked about 10 to 12 feet from the water edge. I just wanted to rest, not swim or cool my feet.

I had a vague plan in mind that I’d just sleep for a three or four hours and then head up into Oregon, it couldn’t be more than an hour’s drive at the time, with me being so tired that idea sounded great.

I think it would be a good idea that I tell you about my car at this point. Back in the late 1970s my car was a station wagon and this car had the back seat folded down flat and had deep a foam pad under my sleeping bag and pillows. No one could be more comfortable that me than the cozy roomy area I fashioned for this planned long road trip. I even had hanging lantern type lights so I could read a little if I wanted to – but I used the lantern mostly to read the local maps to find the back roads and avoid the highways and freeways, it is a wonderful way to enjoy a leisure trip.

Before I left home that summer, I had designed blackout curtains in the back of my car, lots of pillows, and plenty of extra blankets to give me a cozy spot to sleep, safe inside the locked car. The crisp night air would drift under and over the curtains and it sure made sleeping a pleasure. Too, I had curtains on both sides and the back window, and between the front seat and the back the area was very private, so at night no one could look into my sleeping area. I felt comfortable and very safe back there.

On the night I encountered the gargantuan creature known as Bigfoot, I had a few items I needed to do before decided to sleep. I settled in the sleeping bag, plumped up my pillows, turned on the lantern for a few minutes to check the map. I looked for the next town on the map, making sure the route I’d follow in the wee hours of the morning was clear in my mind.

I had both the back side windows open about an inch or so, and the smell of the cool night breeze hinted of aged pine and maybe the scent of brisk cold water babbling along the river, I could hear the water splashing on the rocks a few feet from my car. It was so tranquil and peaceful to be there in the mountains, enjoying the fresh mountain air, so cool, so fresh – it was wonderful – until the sickening smell of skunk-like odor hit me.

It was also about that time I became aware of the well-defined sound of heavy footsteps slowly approaching. The steps sounded overly heavy and about 60 feet away. Judging from the sound, the steps were in front of my car, and near the river. The heard the distinct sound of brittle leaves crushed and the sounds of branches snapping under his feet as he approached my car. The clear and vivid sounds became closer and my heart started to pound in my ears. I listened carefully – holding my breath – when I realized he was sneaking up on me, very slowly, several seconds between each step. There is no way I could be mistaken on this; I could clearly hear his approach getting closer and closer! I sure didn’t like that idea one bit and I knew I might be in serious trouble. I felt my mouth getting dry and longed to drink deep from my canteen, but resisted that urge. I quickly turned off the lantern and fumbled around for a weapon I could use if I needed it, I found my car jack on right side of the car. Meanwhile the stench of the powerful odor got stronger with each step he got closer.

The smell was repulsive, and nothing you want to smell twice in your lifetime. This odor was overpoweringly strong and unpleasant, similar to a skunk. Not only the stench was very unpleasant, I kept thinking that the smell it’s self created a wave of fear. All these notions were in my mind as I lay there getting thirsty and afraid in the cool night air. I tried to allow reasoning take over and consider the idea but the thought refuses to believe this is not happening, because I love being outside, love the dark, the forest up in these mountains is dense and so beautiful I never fear the wonder of the forest at night. But this night, I felt a clear sense of sharp fear and an unreasoning fear that goes against everything I believe and felt all my life. I was never afraid at night in the forest and the sound of steps outside my window – they never bother me in the past, so I thought “this bad odor is creating the fear I feel.”

My normal methods to overcome fear refused or ignored and that night my apprehensive tactics did not win the battle. I knew had to escape and avoid the sound of the determined humanoid that was approaching my car! I pulled my keys out my jeans pocket, my fingers found the ignition key in the dark car and grabbed the curtains between the front the seat and ripped the curtains open fast, I quickly slid into the driver’s wheel position and started the car. My hands froze on the steering wheel, locked in position and ready to take off in a cloud of dust – but I couldn’t move. My eyes witnessed the spectacle of a huge Bigfoot standing beside the right front fender. My eyes too felt frozen in place, taking in the sight of too big non-human humanoid standing only inches from my car.

When I say he was huge you can really trust me on this one – he must have been 8 to 9 feet tall, and his body was covered with thick long fur on his very broad shoulders and face, I could see his wide chest, be was built like a powerful gorilla, with one hand he put his left hand on his chest and he looked like he was about to put his right hand on the fender of the car. In the light of the moon above I could see him clearly. I turned on the headlights, and I could see the auburn fur in the reflection of the headlights. He was so tall I couldn’t see all of his face, just his angular jaw and part of his wide dark lips.

All of this I saw it clear as a bell in the clear night, it takes a long time to describe all of it, but at the time it happened, it took only seconds, and I turned and looked once again at the smelly creature standing beside my car fender – and the overpowering fear hit the pit of my stomach. Meanwhile, I kept thinking this fear is not real, I am never afraid with animals, people, aliens – why do I fear this time? But the fear won, and I pulled the transmission gears into drive, stomped on the gas, and left the side if the river and the amazing Bigfoot still standing in place.

Sometimes I contemplate that amazing night, wondering why the fear was so unstoppable. Other times I wonder what might have happened if I conquered my fear and stayed beside that river. Would I be now one of the few humans that communicated with a Bigfoot? Or would I just be just another missing woman, another lady that the authorities assume I got lost in the forest? I’ll never know for sure because that night I didn’t stop my car until I found a town with street lights. I sat filled with fear, and I parked under the street light, and stayed in that position for another hour until the sun came up.

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Reptilian Encounter in the Nevada Desert

By Cherry Hinkle

Henderson Nevada

The city of Las Vegas and well-known Las Vegas Strip with is their glittering casinos, as well as the communities of North Las Vegas and Henderson, fills this crowded desert Nevada valley.

Black Mountain looms over the desert community of Henderson, situated on the east slopes of the valley. That dark mountain is the home of many television towers and other towers on the top. It is the home of mines and caves that pock the sides of Black Mountain.
Today, there are businesses and homes, and a freeway that cut into the slopes of that mountain, but in the middle of the 1970’s just open desert from the middle of town to the mountain. More open undisturbed miles of desert until sparkling Las Vegas. With the building boom, homes and businesses crowd the once open desert.

In 1977, every kid in town knew the rules – do not climb or play on that mountain. All parents understood of the constant danger of the deep open mines and caves, but danger lures the younger set, and several deaths occurred on the slopes of Black Mountain.
It was on a pleasant day, and my thirteen-year-old son Marc and his friend Harry, roamed in the empty desert between my house, and the forbidden Black Mountain. Being adventurous boys, the chance to explore a cave and carry back a rock or two, and a lifetime of memories is enough to break the rules.

They hiked maybe the scant one mile across the desert and climbed the little hills in front of Black Mountain. On the backside of one of the little hills, Marc and Harry located a cave. They had to squirm into the narrow opening, and belly crawl through the cave to the larger room and turned on their small pocket flashlights. They saw a circular room roughly nine feet across. Near the back wall, they spotted a large deeper hole. They found several large branches that someone had dragged a couple large branches about a mile from closest tree, and tossed the branches into the hole creating a makeshift ladder to climb down into the lower pit.

The pit was roomy, with a short annex. Occasional debris littered the rocky floor, like a tin can or two, a battered teen magazine perched on a small outcrop of rock that served as shelf. The boys explored to main cave, then turned their attention to the short tunnel or annex.
Sounds carry in a cave, and the walls slightly vibrate if a loud voice reverberates throughout the small room. It was then, that the boys heard the sounds of a voices and maybe the distance humming of machines. Intrigued by the thought of they were mining nearby, the boys went a deeper into the tunnel. On the far end, they found a rusty metal door, and near the door a strange metal rod. The one-foot rod was lightweight and resembled aluminum, with a cap on one end and a few strange engravings on one side.

Marc weaved the rod in the belt loops of his jeans, focused the beam of his flashlight on the door, and tried the doorknob. He discovered a strong bolt secured the door from the reverse side. Harry shook the doorknob and pounded on it a few times. Startled, the boys heard the sound or guttural harsh voices talking, and the certain sound of approaching footsteps. They suddenly felt a wave of fear, knowing they were inside a forbidden cave, weaponless, and an angry animalistic growling voice attempted to open to the door any second.

Marc, the taller of the two, pushed Harry up the makeshift ladder and scrambled up the wood branch to the upper level of the cave. They heard the metal door clank and squeak loudly as the door it opened. The boys crawled as quickly through the narrow tunnel, and outside, the stood up and ran about the distance of a city block away from the cave entrance. They laughed at their dirty hands and faces, relieved the escaped from and the unknown man with harsh voices in the cave. They looked at the strangely engraved rod, trying to figure out what language might include circles, ovals, swirls and triangles.

Without a warning, they heard a loud threatening growl. Harry and Marc looked back at the cave entrance and to their horrified eyes; they watched as a very large greenish humanoid struggled to force his big body out of narrow cave. The boys screamed and started running down the slope of the hill, running top speed! They didn’t look back until they were near my back yard. They slowed down, breathing hard and glanced back to the mountain.

To their shock and fear, the huge humanoid was trotting towards them! They started screaming again put on a burst of speed and ran into the house; Marc locked the door screaming “MOM! MOM! Help us Mom! He’s going to get us!” Alarmed, I ran into family room, and both boys threw their arms around me, crying. They both were shaking, not just their hands, but also their entire body shook! Wet tears left muddy tracks across their cheeks. Marc begged, “Don’t open the door Mom, he going to get us!”

Meanwhile, Harry added, “He is big, and looks mean! Don’t open that door – please, please, don’t open that door!” Instantly I was furious with the man that generated such terror these young boys! At thirteen, boys are usually trying to impress everyone how brave they can be, so I know it took a lot of nerve to admit that much fear.

“Boys, you go get a drink of water and let me go talk to this man,” I suggested, but they tightened their grip on me, screaming “NO, NO, NO! That guy will kill you! He is not a man! Don’t go out there Mom!”

I managed to coax one arm free from each boy. I looked into their worried eyes. “Boys – nobody is going to kill anybody, and you know I won’t allow anyone hurt you! Now – what do you mean he is not a man? It’s a woman that is threatening you?”

“No Mom, it’s a man, sort of, he looks like a man, but his face looks like a snake or YEAH, like a lizardman! He’s ugly and he doesn’t wear anything. He’s naked, except a wide belt with stuff on it.”

I stared at my son, imagining some teenager wearing a Halloween costume. I laughed a little, and said, “Boys, it was just someone playing a joke on you!”
Both boys started protesting again, both talking at the same time. I could hear the panic in their voices rising again, and finally Harry said, “That guy couldn’t be wear any costume, he could barely squeeze himself out of the cave, he would have ripped he costume into pieces!”

“What cave? Did you go boys up on Black Mountain even when you knew the danger?” I asked.

“Mom – listen to me, it was a lizardman and he was naked. I’ve never seen a costume that shows EVERYTHING, he was naked Mom, and it was NOT a costume! You know what I mean Mom?”

With difficulty, I untangled myself from the tight grip boys, and looked out the window. I peered carefully out the widow expecting the spectacle of a lizardman, but nothing moved, not a child, not a man and no lizardman. I reassured the boys the danger is in the past and the man was long gone.

It was at that point, I noticed Marc was holding a strange metal rod. “What do you have in your hand son?” Marc glanced at the rod and threw it on the floor as if it would burn his hand. I leaned to pick it up but Harry grabbed my arm, warning it was dangerous, maybe a weapon. I picked it up reminding them they carried it from the mountain safely all that time, so it couldn’t be too dangerous.

The rod was approximate one and a half inch across, maybe a foot long with a slight indentation at one end and a plain gray cap on the other. I looked at the bizarre symbols engraved in a three-inch section of the rod. It was just symbols, from spirals, circles of different sizes, a few triangles, and a few unknown symbols. There were no levers or buttons, and the cap at the end didn’t seem to move. The rod, with its professionally created symbols and smooth to the touch, I knew it was not a toy, but nothing I recognized.

It was late afternoon, and the long shadows cast ominous shapes in the yard, I knew Harry was still too nervous to walk home alone. Marc and I walked the distance of two houses and made sure he was safe inside before we walked home.

That night, Marc was still nervous, peeking out the curtains often, expecting the worse. Marc played Scrabble with his sisters, anything to keep his mind busy. Near midnight, we went to bed.

It must have been around two in the morning when Marc shook me whispering harshly that someone is trying to get into his bedroom window. I hoped it was just a nightmare, or his nerves were still on edge. Quietly we slipped into his bedroom and listened to the sounds of scraping at the window edge! He was not mistaken – in the light of the moon I could make out the silhouette head and shoulders of a man.

I was alone with my four kids, no husband to protect us, so I grabbed my flashlight; suddenly tossed the curtains open to face the man. There was a glare from the flashlight on the window, but past glare that I could clearly see a large head with ridges on the top, other ridges on his cheekbones, and the glow of golden eyes. Marc and I stood still, unmoving, both fear and shock kept us frozen. The lizardman didn’t move either, his hand still poised in his attempt pry the window open. He hand was large, with webbed rough, gnarly looking fingers, with powerful claws.

After a couple minutes, not seconds, but long agonized minutes with our hearts pounding I knew I had to do something. One hand still holding the flashlight beam on his face and my eyes still locked into those golden eyes, I fumbled around in the dark with my other hand, hoping to find something to use as a weapon, is needed. He glanced at my hand, looked back into my eyes. He turned his head a little, as if he was asking a questioning, he slightly opened his lipless lips, displaying four of his pointed teeth, and suddenly he turned and ran off into the desert.

Marc suddenly closed the curtains, grabbed my hand and led my shaking legs to the edge of his bed. We sat there for a few silent minutes. We just sat there, trying to comprehend the incredible event, with little success. We started talking at the same time, and started checking the doors and windows repeatedly. His sisters were completely awake by then, and we all talked all night, going from windows to doors until full sunlight.

Later in the morning, we decided the reason the lizardman was breaking in the house was to reclaim that metal rod. Marc and I hiked back to the cave and placed the strange rod beside the cave entrance.
The lizardman never again attempted to enter this house, and for that, I am relieved.

After a few days, I went outside and looked at that window. It was then that I found that that bottom edge of that window is close to six feet high from the ground. It was a shock to realize the lizardman must have been very tall, over seven feet tall! Inside the windows are high, but about five feet high, from outside there is no way no one could look through this window – unless they were extremely tall.

This event is real. “Harry” is not the real name, but since I have been unable to locate him and ask permission, I used a pseudo name. Marc’s name is real, and he was my only son. Marc died in 1999. I still live in sight of Black Mountain. People living close to that mountain sometimes report underground rumbling at night when it is quiet. UFOs are often seen and photographed over Black Mountain, that shouldn’t be too surprising; we live not far from Area 51 in Nevada.

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THE MEN-IN-BLACK ABDUCTED ME FROM MY HOSPITAL ROOM
By Cherry Hinkle

(To understand the “why and where” I offer this pre-information regarding what happened in this case. *Thanks.*) {In 1978 I was in a car accident that torn the muscles in my back, it left me in a rigid brace back and rigid neck brace, (I wore the back brace for over 11 years) and I suffered headaches from that car wreck. I moved from Las Vegas Nevada to Colorado in September 1979. In December 1979, Tom Castello visited me in Colorado and talked to me about the infamous Dulce Base. In January 1980 my doctor suggested I should have an angiogram to find out why I had these headaches. (Meanwhile, the CIA, FBI and other groups visited my home, many times, looking for Tom Castello.) I agreed to take this medical test, but the small Colorado town I lived in didn’t have a medical facility, he suggested to a different town in a different state, roughly 80 miles away. In early February 1980 I scheduled an appointment for that medical test. And now you can understand the following events.}
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Abducted from my hospital room? I would have laughed if someone suggested it might happen… the thought is ludicrous, things like that never happen in federally owned hospitals, right? But don’t laugh yet – because sometimes Fate gives you a big shock, a wake-up call. Looking back wondering could I have prevented the horrid experience of three men abducting me from my hospital room in the middle of the night. Let me go back and attempt to explain what happened.

My Colorado doctor promised it would be no big deal, a simple angiogram to determine why I had severe headaches; it was hardly more than a Cat-Scan or X-Ray of my brain, a simple one hour medical procedure. My doctor suggested it would be best if I would agree to an overnight stay in the hospital because they want the medical test at 6am, and I lived over 80 miles away, in a different state.

I checked into the hospital at 9pm. At bedtime took the little white pill the nurse gave me after she assured me it would allow me to sleep well, and the doctor wanted me rested for the angiogram in the morning.

I don’t how long I’d been sleeping when I felt the palm of man’s hand firmly over my mouth. I struggled to clear the sleep from my mind and to see the thin face of the man leaning over my face. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull his hand off my mouth, but he was strong and determined to keep me from crying out. “If I remove my hand off your mouth will remain silent?” the man asked. Looking into his dark sunglasses I silently nodded my yes. I was a small trim five foot woman, so it was easy for the two other men to lift me off my bed and strapped me firmly on a gurney, and draped me with sheets. The third warned me to remain silent, if I wanted to survive. The man dressed in black had a large dark wool scarf wrapped over his other hand, and I suspected a weapon was wrapped in that scarf. I saw no one in the halls; it was if the entire hospital was sleeping, except us.

I didn’t say a word to the men, just stared up at the other two men dressed in hospital scrubs, trying to use will power my mind to remember their faces, and the third – tall gaunt man wearing a black suit, dark sunglasses, black necktie and matching hat. He looked like character from a bad 1940s detective movie. But this was the wrong era, today it was the second month of 1980 – and this man looks out of place. The three men rolled my gurney down the hall to the elevator. Inside the large hospital elevator I felt the surge as we dropped several floors.

We entered a cavernous room that looked like a storage area for mixture of medical equipment; I saw three X-ray tables, and four MRI machines and other medical equipment I didn’t recognize. I watched nervously as we approached the last MRI machine, it was a little wider and higher than the others, and I noticed someone had moved the table to the left, allowing the gurney – and me – to be push through the round entrance of MRI machine. The men ducked to enter the MRI machine. To my bewilderment, the wall opened and the three men pushed me through the door into a well lighted hall, and the wall silently closed again.

It was then I felt the sting of an injection needle in my left arm and my heart started racing. My mind struggled to remain awake, and rejected the concept of forced to sleep. I tried to fight off the injection’s solution, it was a powerful drug, almost instantly I felt a little confused and dazed, and in a few seconds more I felt as if I was floating, in my mind I thought the hospital walls were melting around me. My last conscious thought was the Men-In-Black were abducting me from this hospital! God help me, what did I do to deserve being this abduction? And then the nothingness of drugged sleep.

I remember waking up slowly, keeping my eyes closed, calmly listening to the rhythmic clicking of the wheels down the very long underground passage; I opened my eyes and watched as dim overhead lights clicked in and out of view in the narrow corridor ceiling. “What a strange dream,” I thought “I am dreaming of a tunnel, how odd.”

“She’s awaking up Doc, want me to put her back under?” one of men in hospital garb asked.

“No, we are almost there,” the MIB agent mumbled.

In the few seconds it took to utter those few words, I was fully awake and frightened – and I knew this was no dream! I felt the coldness of fear in my chest, and I turned my head to my right, to see the MIB agent tautly sitting beside me. I noticed his sallow skin, the prominent boniness of his face, the hollowed wide cheeks, and the jet-black hair jutting from under his hat, I knew he wore a bad toupee. The two men in hospital scubs looked average in size; the both wore cropped brown hair, and were muscular in build. One man had small brown eyes that were too close to his nose; the others had blue eyes, and had a surgical scar at the base of his throat. Now that I remember the abduction, I wanted to escape the three men sitting only inches away, but I remained strapped down, going underground in a tunnel and only God knows where I’d end up. I didn’t know how long I slept from that injection; it could have been minutes or hours. I turned my head and looked at the 1940s man, “Please, where am I? Where are you taking me?”

I looked at the MIB expecting a response, but said nothing in return; never even indicated he heard my question; he just totally ignored me, as if I didn’t exist.

I took a deep breath and struggled with the braided canvas-like restraint, hoping I could wiggle my hands free, but the straps were sturdy, I had no chance I could escape. I felt the wheels of the electric cart start slowing down, and to my horror I watched a huge grotesque humanoid approach the cart. He wore a copper colored uniform, but just past his wide shoulders I noticed what looked like tan wet leather wings, with thick veins in sight. In shock I couldn’t speak, but just stared at the reptilian face with ridges on his cheekbones, forehead and skull.

“Is this one you told me about Doc? Isn’t she the one from Nevada – the female that have seen our race before?” the reptilian man asked. His voice was raspy and rumbling, with accent was heavy from an unknown language. I couldn’t believe he was so large, it is just a guess but I think he must have been nearly eight feet tall with a barrel chest. He was right, three years ago; in 1977 my son and his friend and I witnessed a reptilian in Nevada.

“She’s the one. I knew you’d want to see this one, she’s been a major headache for us for weeks,” 1940s man replied and took off his dark glasses, cleaning the glass with his handkerchief. He looked up at me and I looked directly into his eyes, suddenly I felt a wave of fear because his entire eyes were black, with no white parts of his eyes, not one section of his large eyes that didn’t gleam a jet black. I don’t know what frightened me more – the reptilian giant or those solid black eyes. The MIB called ‘Doc’ helped me off the gurney and escorted me into a roomy but Spartan room, the furniture was plain, two maple wood library tables, one elongated wood box and a half dozen of padded brown office chairs. Not one picture or documents added interest to the plain drab rock walls, but beige tiles on the floor sparkled from a recent coat of wax, I considered that floor was the most decorative part of the room.

During the long dreary hours I spent in that underground facility, they placed photographs and images and objects on the table in front of me, they never explained why they wanted me to see these items, and they didn’t request comments regarding them. Later, they asked questions about Tom Castello, questions about my family, my children, my sibling and my parents, I never really answered those questions about my family, they already knew all about them. They seemed more interested in intimidating me with comments like rather or not I wanted to survive these questions. To this day, I am not allowed discuss the details regarding the threats or how they threatened me, but I can confirm I was in fear for my life. They warned me to never reveal the details of these questions, or discuss the other bizarre events I witnessed inside that facility. I am not at liberty to confirm or deny the name of the underground facility. They warned me that either I will sign a document they had already prepared for me, or I will never again see the blue skies of the surface of Earth.

I noticed the paper alleged to witnessed by “my personal physician” – at least that is what the document stated, but I do not know that “doctor,” and never met him in my life; he wasn’t even one of the three men that abducted me. The reptilian humanoid stayed in the room the entire session, but he did not question me. Once or twice men wearing the same copper uniforms glanced into the room or hesitated a few seconds at the door, but didn’t enter the room.

I was thirsty, hungry and tired, but they three men, the 1940’s man called Doc and two other MIB in suits questioned me. They were the only three people in suits, everyone else wore uniforms. I was supplied a warmer uniform rather than my thin nightgown, for that, I was grateful.

The two men in scrubs from the hospital may or may not be workers in that hospital, after they took me from the hospital room and transported me to this underground facility in a western state, I never saw them again.

These three MIB questioned me about Tom Castello, and demanded answers, sometimes they threatened to kill me, or even worse, to silence me – medically. Being maimed or tortured is enough to strike fear in your heart, I didn’t know exactly ‘how’ they meant to silence me, but before that 24 hour session ended, and I fully understood what he meant.

Being at least slightly intelligent, I offered to trade my information for their information, I didn’t really wanted any information they might have, I just said it in an effort to buy time, to find a way to get out of this abduction alive, because they were getting angry with me. I kept telling them I didn’t know anything – and they knew better. They partially agreed to trade, mostly to find out what I wanted. Without hesitation asked for the ultimate truth – the Secret of Secrets – who are the ancient gods and who are the aliens that float through Earth’s skies.

It took them about 15 minutes for them to clear the information I demanded – the UFO truth – then they carried a thick Manila envelope in his hands, the MIB said “ok, I’ve got the information in my hands, now you tell me what I want – where is Tom Castello and how do you contact him?” I looked at him, and laughed – you can be very certain he didn’t my laughter one bit.

I freely admit I was frightened, it was a faked laughter, but I didn’t want them have the satisfaction of knowing I was terrified, “Oh please, I promise you I was not born yesterday, and that is a very weak and pitiful trick. I told you I would trade for information, I didn’t say ‘you lie to me, and I’ll believe anything.’ You better get serious gentlemen, because I am not going to fall for that worn out trick.” I folded my arms against my chest and then added, “You know all about me – so you know I am natural psychic, when you tell me the truth, I will know it, and if you know try to trick me, I’ll never tell you a thing.”

The three men mumbled together quietly for a few minutes near the door of the room, but they knew I was dead serious, they knew I was born psychic and can see the colors of human aura. They knew I would know if they lie, because their aura turns the color a muddy reddish brown and the outer edges of the aura gets tinged with a sickening pea green when someone lies.

They decided to tell me – all of it, and looking back on that event, I truly wish they didn’t tell me anything. But you can’t “unheard” things you heard, once you know something, there is no way you can pretend you didn’t know. For the rest of your life you must be responsible for that knowledge.

In this case, the MIB agent just opened up and told me the ultimate horrid truth. For the next hour they talked about the horrifying truth and I felt sick to my stomach, betrayed spiritually, and angry. The more I learned, the more upset I felt. I didn’t want to hear any more, I wished I never heard it – but it is too late, know I do know. Everybody claims they want to know it all – but when you learn all of it – you wish you could go back in time and unlearn it.

Everything I thought was true facts – was dead wrong. Evil was good and good was evil, and every aspect of this life is a joke.

The MIB agent placed a bible on the table and opened one or two references in the spiritual book, offering to prove his words. I closed the book.

I wanted to escape the bitter truth – now that I learned the truth, I didn’t want to hear it. I turned on the MIB agent, lashed out like a wild animal. I slapping him, the other men grabbed me and I pushed them away, and took off running down a long hallway. I knew they’d catch me, because there is no way out, but still I felt the need to calm my mind a little. I needed to digest the disturbing information they told me. I know I asked for the ultimate truth, but I didn’t know that horrid truth, I thought it was strictly information about aliens – the secret of the aliens. I was wrong. I ran as fast as my short legs would move, but after a few minutes two men caught me from a side door, and escorted me back to back to the first room.

I was surprised when they gave me a glass of cool water and allowed me to rest for a few minutes, thinking silently. When I rested a few minutes, the man they called ‘Doc’ told me they knew how I felt, and that everybody feels that way when they learn the truth. They almost seemed sympathetic towards me. They refilled my glass of water, and let me just sit there for a few more minutes, and then they wanted Tom’s information. I looked at the MIB agent and I sipped the water, and then replied – “Look, I’m sorry but I don’t have any information about Tom. I kept telling you over and over, but you don’t want that answer.” That was a fact, they didn’t like it one bit.

Once again, they tried to warn me, to threaten me, kill me, or worse, to maim me and other frightening tactics. I stayed firm and repeating the same thing, Tom left, I haven’t seen him since early December 1979. They tried getting loud and when the more they yelled, the quieter I got, after a heated hour or so, I refused to talk at all. They injected something into my arm to force me to talk – but instead of making me talk, it made me vomit, and I still didn’t talk. They gave me “one more chance” (as they called it) I was exhausted, had nothing in my stomach except that one glass of water, and they had removed me from the hospital almost 23 hours ago. I felt the urgent need for sleep and food.

“Cherry, I can keep you here in this base, or release you try to cooperate with me,” Doc said.

“I’ve never said these words to anyone Doc, but you go straight to hell.”

“I gave you a chance – I rarely do that – but you had to be unreasonable. For the rest of your life you will regret your lost chance. You will remember this for the rest of your life Cherry, but you will never tell one about it.”

He sat in his chair staring at the floor for a few more seconds and then nodded his head, gestured to a table nearby and three men again strapped me down on a gurney again. I said nothing while they injected an amber liquid into my left arm. Once again I saw lights melting and then blackness.

I heard the sound of crisp steps walking near my bed and with an effort, I opened my eyes, I knew they returned me the hospital, and I judging from the large room with filled several beds, this must be a recovery room.

The nurse stood beside me and it was obvious she ask a question. I looked up at her and I knew she was she was speaking to me, but I couldn’t understand her words. I glanced around wondering if they MIB placed me in a foreign hospital, but nurse’s words were more than just a different language – it appeared she were uttering total gibberish. I attempted to reply to her, but I seemed to have forgotten how to speak, I was astonished. I tried a few more times, but each time all I managed to so be moan or groan, not one clear word. I could think clearly, but no words.

Using my left hand I searched around in the sheets trying to find my right hand, it was numb, and couldn’t feel it at all. I thought it had fallen asleep and was numb, but when I finally managed to pull my right hand and arm onto my chest, it felt like a heavy log. I rubbed my arm trying to coax feeling into my arm and hand, but after a few more minutes I felt a sinking fear in my heart and I knew my right arm didn’t work. The fear magnified when I attempted to move my right leg, and it didn’t respond at my efforts to turn and sit up. Quietly, desperation took over and I cried like a baby for the first time in many years. By then, I knew I had suffered a major stroke, and I know it was from the hand of the MIB.
A few hours later, after I recovered from my sudden storm of tears, I managed to pull my right leg to the edge of the bed, and I attempted to stand up and walk to the sink, it was in sight, just a few seven or eight feet away. I needed to wash my face, in hope it might clear my thoughts and the hope the little walk might do wonders, and restore my worthless right limbs. I stood up carefully, took one step and felt my body collapse to the floor. I felt like a limp ragdoll, and another wave of fear hit me when I discovered I was on the floor and had no way to get up. I inched towards the bed, hoping I could use the bed to help pull myself up and get back in bed. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t get up.

I don’t know how long I stayed laid on the floor, it felt like a long time, hoping someone would come and help me. I dozed a few times on the cold hard floor, but I could only turn flat on my back, or try to sit up, but I couldn’t get back onto the bed. I was weak, and dizzy and starting to shake from the cold floor. Finally I heard someone enter the room to bring my evening meal. He placed the tray on the table and left, in another minute or so, he and another attendant and together helped me get off the floor and into bed.

I was aware, fully aware, but couldn’t speak, and couldn’t understand anyone. I found out I wouldn’t read or write either. I remember Doc’s warning that I would regret my chance to give him the information. I knew I was in grave danger, but I couldn’t speak, couldn’t walk, and I suspected Doc was still watching me.

The next few days were just a blur, and they kept me drugged, and what was worse, they put me in a strange room, a room hidden off a broom closet. I don’t expect everyone to believe this; looking back it still horrifies me remembering that bizarre room, I can only testify that everything is 100% just as I claim it.

That hospital room looked like something from a science fiction movie, with two way cameras with a small monitor screen beside my bed and overhead rods with hand grasp levers to help me move position. I rarely saw anyone, only when meals arrived. Later, when I was able to speak and ask questions, I found out I was missing from that hospital for 23 hours, and they claimed I left during the night, without telling one. The nurses claimed they searched for me in the hospital, and after not finding me, they assumed I left. What is worse, they decided I left on my own, and were baffled when they found me in the recovery room. When they found me in the recovery room, I couldn’t say a word, and I couldn’t understand the words of the medical team. I wanted to explain I had been abducted, I no way to communicate what happened.

I stayed there nine more days, I would have been longer because the medical facility told my family I had checked out, and no one knew exactly what happened to me. My teenage son, Marc, refused to give up and kept looking for me. Even after the hospital claimed I left, Marc searched for me in every room, and finally noticed a broom closet, through the glass door window if the janitors broom supply room, Marc saw another door and on the door it claimed “private” – he entered that room and found me. Quickly, he got my things together, helped me dressed and sneaked me out of the hospital. I’m alive today because my son – at age 15, drove over 80 miles in a borrowed car and refused to believe I left the hospital willingly.

DULCE BASE & A NEW WAVE OF TECHNOLOGICAL TERRORISM

by Cherry Hinkle

For the real “Peter Piper” and his “brother”

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There are dark secrets of under the Apache town of Dulce, New Mexico.

A certain person that claims to be a member of the elusive Committee of 12, an obscure intelligence group, which is working to educate the public about the joint alien/repton threat to America.  This person talks a lot, but is not brave enough to put his own name on any piece of paper, so it is up to one elderly lady – me – to talk about it.

Please be notice that I am not a “weenie” and I am using my real name, not some fake title like colonel or commander or supreme glorious leader.  Unlike like these cowards with fancy and fake titles, I’m not hiding under assumed names.  This will be a mish-mash report of tidbits found online and other sources.  It is interesting, if nothing else.

There were over 650 attendees to the 1959 Rand Symposium.  Most were representatives of the Corporate-Industrial State, like: The General Electric Company; AT&T; Hughes Aircraft; Northrop Corporation; Sandia Corporation; Colorado School of Mines, and others.

Bechtel is a super-secret international corporate octopus, founded in 1898. I have read that Bechtel is really a part of the so called ‘shadow government’ or at least a strong working arm of the CIA.  It is the largest Construction and Engineering outfit in the U.S.A. and the world.

Also, I read that the most important posts in the U.S.A. Government are held by former Bechtel Officers, I did not contact these leaders and asked about their previous jobs. Maybe so – maybe it’s just a lot of talk.  However they are supposed to be part of the web which links the Trilateral plans, the C.F.R., the Order of Illuminati and other interlocking groups.

But then, there are several researchers think I am part of the this powerful group.

Wow. Can you imagine that?  Me, a housewife in Nevada, wouldn’t that be great?

I could be jetting here and there, controlling UFO groups, being part of some secret government organization that sets up plans for aliens and humans. {Sigh}  I wouldn’t mind, but how would I find time to control the world when I have to do the laundry and make sure dinner for you hubby is on time.  Know what I mean?

Why would any intelligent UFO group consider me as a dangerous and powerful agent of the shadow government?  Can you imagine the faces of the REAL shadow government when they read that some UFO researchers are afraid of a five foot tall gentle and reclusive lady in Nevada?

Friends and nervous researchers – I am not part of anything – no secret groups, no shadow people groups or I’m not part of ANY real government.  I don’t know how he came up with the idea, but the well known researcher that started that rumor KNOWS there is not even a hint of truth there.  OK, now lets get back to the report.

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Mind Manipulating Experiments – The Dulce Base has studied mind control implants.

That is true and the devices they use are now in use world-wide; they use bio-psi units, even the so called “Date Rape Drug” started in the fourth level studies of Dulce; E.L.F. devices capable of mood, Sleep and heartbeat control, that too is real and also known as biofeedback and other similar devices.

D.A.R.P.A. (everyone knows the letters mean:  Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) is using these technologies to manipulate people.  They established the projects, set priorities, coordinate efforts and guide the many participants in these undertakings.

It is part of the MK- ULTRA Program, and that too is well known, and started in the fourth level of Dulce Base. 

Related projects are studied at Sandia base by the JASON Group. They have secretly harnessed the dark side of technology and hidden the beneficial technology from the public.  One of the secret things behind the JASON name: July August September October November – look at the first letter of each month. Interesting isn’t it?

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Other top secret projects take place at Area 51 in Nevada: Dream-land; Electromagnetic Intelligence; Code EVA; Program HIS (Hybrid Intelligence System); Infrared Intruder Systems; Project BI-PASS; Project REP-TILES, and others.

Between the Nevada Test Site and the New Mexico secrets projects, the USA secret stuff is REALLY big, and If you are really ready to spend more than ten minutes of researching just actually look at the vast secret government facilities that are visible on the surface of those two states! (much less the even larger underground facilities!)

The secret studies on the notorious “Level Four” at Dulce include human aura research, as well as all aspects of dream, hypnosis, telepathy, and related research.  Through study and experiment they learned to manipulate “the bio-endoplasmic body.”  They lower your heartbeat with delta waves, induce a static shock, then they reprogram the brain, via a brain computer link.

They can introduce data and programmed reactions into your mind, and blow your mind.

You can enter the facility with one mindset, and leave with totally different points of view, different religious mind set, and capable of working as a secret agent, unknown to your family and friends; you could enter the place as a gentle and meek man, and leave as a top agent hit man – a paid assassin for Dulce.  That’s a Spooky thought.

Notice the amount of new “sudden men” that suddenly “go nuts” and kill a group of people? Do you want to guess where that started?

We are entering an era of technological psychic ability.

The development of techniques to enhance man/machine communications; Half man, half nano-man; Nano-tech; Bio-tech micro-machines; PSI-War; electronic dissolution of memory; radio-hypnotic intra-cerebral control; and various forms of behavior control.  Now they can create these people, AND they can control them all over the world, from space.

Surviving the Future”

Well, I wish you “Good luck” on that one – The Dulce facility consists of a central hub. the Security Section, the deeper you get, the stronger the Security.

There are over 3000 cameras at various high-security location – that was in 1979, their methods their cameras are more advanced and for frequent in 2011.

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Now, you can’t even see the cameras, they are so small.  Think about the tiny phone/cameras everywhere, hats with cameras built-in, look at your tiny camera on your laptop that is looking at you right now?  Not very big is it, and yet it can see and record everything you say or do, BOTH directions.  In other words, it is not just when you turn on the camera, that camera is always on, recording, listening….

There are over 100 secret entrances near and around the small town of Dulce, NM, many around Archuleta Mesa, others to the source around Dulce Lake.

Again that was back in 1979, so that information is out of date.  Want to guess how many secrets in that area now?  Not may, these days they have been changed, moved…. if you had a secret room and you knew everybody from all over the world would be looking for your secret room, what would you do?  Yep. You would make sure no one could find it.

Inside the Dulce Base – Security officers wear jumpsuits, with the Dulce symbol on the front, upper left side. The ID card has the Dulce symbol above the ID photo. government officials use cards with the great seal of the United States. True.

The phantom board: above the law Most meetings of the Dulce board are held in Denver, Colorado and Taos, New Mexico.

An unnamed former U.S. Senator has full knowledge of Dulce, as well as seven astronauts – that are no longer living, they get rid of witnesses, you know.  He was among the group that included a number of very prominent government figures who toured the base.

In 1979, a cattle mutilation conference took place in Albuquerque, New Mexico. This meeting was used to locate researchers and determine what they had learned about the link between the cattle mutilation cases and of course, how much the public knew about the alien interaction with the world governments.

It is dangerous to know too much

So, I don’t know much, right?

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Cherry Hinkle

New Mexico, USA

March 1st, 2017

THE HIDDEN SCIENCES

 

THE UNIVERSAL CONSORTIUM OF SECRET SCIENCE

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, 2017, Steve Erdmann. Permission given to quote for review and advetising purposes.

“…secrets that could benefit mankind, that are being withheld to give an economic adventure to a greedy few, or secrets that control groups in order to subjugate the masses, I will gladly reveal…there exists technology that goes way beyond anti-gravity and allows for travel anywhere in space and time.   If this concept is too difficult to wrap your mind around, for your own mental comfort you could consider this book to be a science-fiction novel.   But if you do the research, as I have done, you might realize that much of it could actually be true.”   (Secret Science and the Secret Space Program, p. ii in the Foreword and p. 194.)

(Secret Science and the Secret Space Program, Herbert G. Dorsey III, Herbert G. Dorsey Publishing and Outskirts Press, Inc., www.outskirtspress.com, 10940 S. Parker Road, Unit 515, Parker, Colorado 80134, 2015, 203 pages, $16.95.)

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Dorsey tells the reader that he has had a “broad education in Electrical Engineering and Physics that go beyond what is taught at the university level.”   He has investigated “free energy” inventions and even spoke to people “that worked on ‘black projects’…these inventions, in the past, have been vigorously suppressed.”

                                                         SECRET SCIENCE       

There existed a “secret science” used in “black projects” that is not taught at the university level, says Dorsey, and incorporated back-engineered extraterrestrial technology:

“As far as a secret space program goes, do you really believe that the U.S. government would land men on the Moon in the 1970s and then never go further?   If so, you really don’t understand how the secret part of the U.S. government really works.”

Dorsey chronologizes a long, tortuous history of this “secret science,” beginning with John Worrell Keely and his science of Sympathetic Vibratory Physics (SVP), his “Vibratory Disintegrator,” which could dissolve atoms “as easily as molecules into Aether.”   Eventually, Keely claimed to have overcome the force of gravity, as described in the April 13, 1890 Philadelphia Evening Telegraph as an eight-pound airship model.

“It must be stressed that Keeley’s theories were based on years of experiments that he actually conducted,” says Dorsey, “not on purely mathematical constructs, as so many theories today are created.”

Author J. Allen Danelek wrote in his 2009 book The Great Airship of 1897 that the worldwide airship reports from the 1880s to 1890s “was the work of an unknown individual, possibly funded by a wealthy inventor…built in secret to safeguard from patent infringement as well as to protect investors in case of failure.”   (pp. 6-7.)

Dorsey advances to tales of the Secret Aero Club and member C.R.A Dellschau (1880-1923).   The Club originated in Sonora, California and, in 1858, was headed by George Newell and the Nymza organization. Their craft purported to have used a “NB gas” with antigravity properties.  Dorsey continues into the Keeley airship flights of 1896.  About that time, the inventions of inventor Nicola Tesla were taking center-stage.

“About this time Tesla was approached by members of the secret Nymza organization of New York that oversaw the secret Aero Club out west in California,” says Dorsey.  “Tesla may have shared the secrets of his electrical antigravity craft with them.  If so, it all was kept pretty secret.”   (p. 11.)

Inventions realized by Tesla included a “wireless power transmitting station called Warden Clyffe,” “a vertical takeoff aircraft,” “an electrical antigravity craft,” and, in 1895, “time alteration.”   Later, Tesla worked on a “Tesla Shield” (Thomas Bearden), as well as participated in the “Philadelphia Experiment” (Project Rainbow) that eventually resulted in the disappearance of the U.S.S. destroyer escort Eldridge on August 12, 1943.

THE SPY GEORGE SCHERFF

Dorsey writes about the German government placing spies close to Tesla to learn his secret technology.   One such spy was a George Scherff, actually George H. Scherf from Dolitzsch, south of Leipzig, Germany.   His name was altered upon his migrating to the U.S.   Scherff had the alias of Prescott Sheldon Bush.  His son was known as George Herbert Walker Bush—later becoming Director of the CIA and President of the United States (The Bush Connection, Eric Orion, 2003, Amazon Digital Services, LLC).

“Using his double identity, Scherff/Bush stole Tesla’s inventions, sold them to the Union Banking Corporation (UBC) through his vice-presidency and directorship under the alias of Robert Sheldon Bush,” says Dorsey, “to be forwarded to Paul Warburg (banker), Fritz Thyssen (industrialist) and I.G. Farben (the largest conglomerate of chemical companies in the world)—the latter two being industrialists loyal to Hitler’s Nazi Party.  Some of Tesla’s discoveries would later be used by the Third Reich in their secretive flying saucer program.”

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Tesla utilized a Dynamic Theory of Gravity using “Aether,” combining a high voltage and a high frequency alternating field mixed with a high static voltage field, according to Poynting’s Theorem.   Tesla used these to propel his “electric air ship.”

The Nazis incorporated all Tesla, Thomas Townsend Brown, and Victor Schauberger’s antigravity and vortex implosion technology. Schauberger called it a “Repulsine.”

“Most of Germany’s flying saucers were still under development by the war’s end and not regularly used in combat,” says Dorsey.  “Many were destroyed so as not to fall into enemy hands and others were flown away to secret bases in Antarctica and Argentina.  However, some of the saucer technology and the technicians that developed them were captured by the U.S and Russia and has been kept secret from the public ever since.”

SCIENCE PANORAMA

Dorsey takes us on a rapid-advanced excursion through scientists and science that enfolded what he called “secret science” that “at no time” (was) mentioned or taught at “universities or even mentioned.”

Thomas Townsend Brown, Rudolf G. Zinsser, George Sagnac, Ernest Silvertooth, Dayton Miller, Dan. A. Davidson, Joe Parr, Tomas Bearden, Theodur Kai Uza, Howard Johnson, Richard Willis, Edwin Grey, John Bedini, Donald Smith, Stanley Meyer and Bob Boyce are a few of the scientists “outside” the normal arena of “space-time” science.

Gravitator-electrokinetic fields, Joe Parr Gravity Wheels, Extended Electromagnetics, and Floyd Sweet Specially Conditioned Magnets were the bedrock of the secret science.

“There are many more ways to trap the ambient energy of the medium of space, whether one calls it Aether, virtual particles, or dark matter.  And convert it into useful energy,” says Dorsey.

Secret science further connected to the manipulation of time.  In 1975, Tesla made breaches of time and space with highly charged, rotating magnetic fields.  Later, Electrical Engineer and past head of the Department of Communications in Canada, Wilbert Smith, was involved with the secret Project Magnet to investigate “ways to tape the Earth’s magnetic field for propulsion and energy.” (p. 51.)

Tesla’s experimentation with radio frequencies and the transmission of electrical energy through the atmosphere would lead “to the infamous Philadelphia Experiment and the Montauk Time Travel Projects.”

Russian scientists Nikolay A. Kozyrev, Dr. Spartak, Gennedy Shipov, Dr. Vadim Chernbrov, Albert Veiaik, along with scientists David Lewis, Eric Julien and Dr. David Lewis Anderson and others, says Dorsey, experimented with “time control technology.”

ERA OF NAZI FLYING SAUCERS

Most of these experiments became incorporated into Nazi German science and the creation of the Vril Society created by Medium Telepath Maria Orsic who converged into the Thule Gesellschaft and the All German Society for Metaphysics.  These efforts continued through to the 1920s when scientists invented the Jenseitsflugmaschine (JFM).

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“By 1922 development of a working prototype was underway,” says Dorsey.   “Meanwhile, Germany saw the inception of the National Socialist Party and Adolph Hitler’s rise to power, fueled in part by the Utopian visions of a new world order inspired in part by the Thule and Vril Societies.”

Professor Winfried Otto Schumann and Maria Orsic were considered the seeds for German Flying Saucers.  Quickly followed through the 1930 and 1940s were the Jenseitsflugmachine 2 (JFM2), the Rundflugzeug (RFZ), and the Vril and Hannebu disks.

It is here that Dorsey begins to enter what many might call a “fog of believability,” telling of questionable facts and somewhat unproven speculation (which he carries to us in likewise manner to the end of the book), such as a claim that the Nazis sent a Vril 7 “Jager” to planets around a sun called Aldebaran by means of a “dimension channel independent of the speed of light.”   There was also the Vril 7 “Giest” in 1944, in which Maria Orsic flew telepathically using a Mind Control Head Band.  Dorsey deals much more realistically with his knowledge about ‘unknown’ science, rather than his worrisome history on extraterrestrial liaisons.

(Dorsey claims to have developed an intuitive sense of what is true or false by developing a fine perception of keeping an open-mind and a healthy amount of skepticism; however, by the lack of hard-citation of verifiable sources, one might question his ability to show proper ‘skepticism.’  Forward, p.ii.)

The Nazi SS took command of the German flying saucers. The “Replusine” worked with diamagnetic levitation forces___Repulsin A and Repulsin B.   A bio-submarine was called by the SS: the “Foreller.”  There was also the Flugkieivsal, the RFZ1, RFZ2, the SSE-IV (Entwiekiungsstelle 4), the RFZ-4, the Haunebu II Do-Stra, and the Hannebu III.

Much of this technology was flown to secret Nazi bases in Argentina and Nue Schabenland, Antarctica, using JU290s and JU390-“Flying Trucks.”  One-hundred-thousand Nazis escaped to Argentina with gold.   As part of an Odessa operation, a base was created around San Carlos de Bariloche, Argentina. “Many underground bases and above ground roads, bridges and an airport were constructed there.”   The Nue Schabenland and the Nue Berlin bases were carried on in the Antarctica.

END OF WAR SCENARIOS

The end of the World War II saw several related scenarios.  Dorsey, by his inclusion, somehow endorses them:

# A massive bombing raid in 1944 on a critical ball-bearing plant at Schweinfort by over 150 British and American bombers had one quarter of the bomber contingent shot down by ten to fifteen “Nazi discs.”   If the Nazi discs had been fully operational, it would have been worse.

# In 1947, a U.S. military expedition of an aircraft carrier, a submarine, 20 surface ships and 4,000 elite navy troops, called “scientific expedition Operation High Jump,” as led by Admiral Richard Byrd, unsuccessfully attempted to invade the Nazi Antarctic base, but was pushed back by Nazi disc aircraft.

# On March 17, 1945, Maria Orsic and her Vril group went to a Messrschmitt hanger in Augsburg to man the Vril space ship. On March 18, a large circular-shaped flying craft was spotted by Lt. Col. Walter Fellenz, Brigadier General Henning Linden, and others, of the U.S. 7th Army advancing on Munich; the craft quickly disappeared.

From this juncture, Dorsey enters into stories of how various alien civilizations began to visit Earth and establish various “liaisons” with human governments.   Of course, Dorsey does not get into the nitty-gritty procedures of laying out hard and objectively provable details to each story (other than some popular references and sources), and, at various times, challenges he readers to investigate for themselves and to use their own common sense.  Dorsey does the same thing concerning claims of “time travel” and its associated science and stories.  Often, Dorsey would point to government “censorship” and suppression of the facts as another complicating factor.

What follows are quick and somewhat meatless chronologies, of which the reader will need to read the book and begin their own analytical adventures.  Dorsey does portray them, however, in dramatic fashion.

Dorsey says that a “recent history” first-meeting took place on July 11, 1934 between U.S President Franklin D. Roosevelt on a U.S Navy vessel at Balboa, Panama.  The aliens were what has become known as “Greys” (a common feature of aliens since 1947), but they (themselves) were controlled by “Reptilians” (those outlined usually by researcher David Icke) from the Alpha Draconis star system.   An “unconstitutional” agreement was created for “obtaining extraterrestrial technology” in exchange for allowing “human abductions” in an alien genetics program.   Roosevelt refused alien cooperation that would recreate the Earth into a paradise if earth-people would give up war.   “Roosevelt refused.”

The same offer was given to Adolf Hitler by the Pleiadians in 1934, asking that Hitler “not (to) attack the Jewish people,” but Hitler broke the agreement upon getting “some technology.”  “The Pleiadians pulled out of the treaty in 1941.”   The Greys reinstituted a similar “treaty,” but this time the “German Aryan people” were exempted in trade for people “in the concentration camps.”   (Historically, this is highly unusual as an “Aryan” race of people is debatable.)   (pp. 80-81.)

ALIEN LIASONS, NEW SCIENCE AND TIME TRAVEL

A “peripheral” index of Dorsey’s historical renderings tells of some fantastic happenings:

# The February 25, 1942 “Battle of Los Angeles” told of where anti-aircraft guns fired “flack shells” at a saucer-shaped aircraft which eventually disappeared.

# Army Chief of Staff George Marshall created a Highly Classified Unit (IPU) within the Army’s G-2 Intelligence Agency.

# Richard Helms acted as an advisor to the MJ-12 secret group and was a contributing editor to the “red book” compendium on extraterrestrial activity supplied to the President.

# According to Dan Burisch (a biologist at Area 51 Sector 4) and Arthur Neumann (a physicist at Livermore Laboratories) the occupants that crashed at Roswell, New Mexico in 1947 “were from the future of our own planet.”  (Burisch’s claims are hotly debated – SE.)

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SCIENTIST DAN BURISCH

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# The Psychological Strategy Board (PSB) was created under the National Security Council to coordinate government-wide psychological warfare strategy.   The PSB war also used to debunk UFOs to the U.S public.

# “The Greys were given an underground base at Dulce, New Mexico on the Jicarilla Apache Indian Reservation,” says Dorsey.   “Some Greys were later taken to Unit S-4 at Area 51 and to (to) an underground base at Indian Springs, Nevada.”   (p. 98.)

# Dorsey claims “contactee” “Billy” Eduard Albert Meier could have contacted and photographed Plejarens from the planet Erra.  “It is located in a dimension which is a fraction of a second shifted from our own dimension…”

# Former MJ-12 member Dr. Michael Wolf told that there are many ET groups visiting the Earth—Zeta Reticulums, ETs from the Altair Aquila star system, races from Orion, the Federation of Worlds, and many others   (p. 114).

# Hitler, Roosevelt and Eisenhower had made faulty and misguided treaties with the Greys that “led to Hell on Earth” by Mind Control by aliens.   (pp. 121-122.)

# On January 24, 1953, Eisenhower established the Advisory Committee on Government Organizations, in which MJ-12 was head by the Director of Central Intelligence.  “Later, Eisenhower would regret that decision, as he realized that the corporations which the CIA cleared to work on secretive back-engineered alien technology were becoming more powerful than the U.S government itself and came beyond government control.”   (p. 139.)

By 1958, MJ-12 decided that “antigravity research was to be highly classified under National Security and any corporation with military contracts would keep the research and development ‘black’ if they wanted to do further business with the military.”

“Officially, these ‘black projects’ are called Special Access Projects (SAP).  In the DOD Manuel titled National Industrial Security Program Operating Manuel…measures taken to keep secret the existence of unacknowledged programs…there is no actual Congressional oversight of how tax-payer money is being spent…antigravity technology being developed was being kept secret and there were the inevitable, occasional, but cautious leaks (pp.140-143).”

# “One technology developed by ACIO is called (the) Blank State Technology (BST).  BST is a form of time travel technology that allows history to be rewritten…changing history is a complex operation that requires the ability to correctly forecast the desirable outcome from tampering with the time stream.”   (pp. 150-151.)   (ACIO – Alien Contact Intelligence Organization…SE.)

DARK SCIENCE PROGRAMS

“The public space program via NASA is merely a ‘smoke screen’ to hide the real but secret space program,” says Dorsey.  “Why waste your time and money on rockets to get into outer space when you already have antigravity technology?…The secret development of the German flying saucers into improved U.S flying saucers…Solar Warden is part of a secret extraterrestrial treaty agreement with the Stat Nations___the organizations of advanced intelligent civilizations in space___and the United Nations.”   (pp. 156-165.)

Dorsey talks about the “time travels” of Edward Cameron, Andrew Basiago, Michael Reife, and Randy Cramer.

“So there exists technology that goes way beyond anti-gravity and allows for travel anywhere in time and space,” says Dorsey.   “If this concept is too difficult to wrap your head around, for your own mental comfort you could consider this book to be a science-fiction novel.   But if you do the research, as I have done, you might realize that much of it could actually be true.”

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“So, by the early 1960s, the U.S had its own operational anti-gravity flying saucers and other types of space craft which were developed in secret ‘black projects’ largely financed through Waivered Unacknowledged Special Access Projects with money diverted from other military programs.   By 1962, the Russians and the U.S jointly landed on Mars and by 1964, they had established a base there.   By the late 1960s, the CIA was also operating time travel and teleportation technology in Operation Pagasus.”    (Secret Science and the Secret Space Program, p.197.)

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Steve Erdmann, February, 2017, St. Louis, Missouri.

 

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HERBERT G. DORSEY III

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HERBERT G. DORSEY III

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C.R.A  DELLSCHAU

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“Scherff had the alias of Prescott Sheldon Bush.”

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Mysterious Scrapbooks Found in a Dump Reveal Secret Writings of NYMZA.

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One of the first actions taken by the CIA was to initiate the creation of an inter-agency government group called the Psychological Strategy Board.   July 18, 1951 – Gordon Gray (right), being administered the oath as the first Director of the new Psychological Strategy Board by Frank K. Sanderson (left),  while President Harry S. Truman (center) witnesses the event.

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BIOLOGIST DAN BURISCH

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EARTH: AN ALIEN ENTERPRISE -TIMOTHY GOOD’S UFO UNIVERSE

Alien Invasion

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EARTH: AN ALIEN ENTERPRISE

 TIMOTHY GOOD’S UFO UNIVERSE

A UFO Spotlight Book Review

By Steve Erdmann

(Copyright, 2017, Steve Erdmann – All Rights Reserved)

<Edited By Robert D. Morningstar>

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(Permission to quote for review and educational purposes)

“This book examines in-depth claims that they United States in particular, and some other countries, including the U.K., have developed advanced space craft, thanks partly to the recovery of a number of crashed alien vehicles and, more comprehensively, an alien liaison program.  I also feature numerous reports of encounters and contacts with aliens of varying types, many of them published here for the first time.  

As will become evident, some of these aliens have our best interests at heart.  Others do not.  We are not the only ones with a vested interest in Earth.”    

— Timothy Good from the Preface of Earth: An Alien Enterprise, pxxv. 

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EarthAn Alien Enterprise 

Timothy Good, Pagasus Books, LLC,

80 Broad Street, 5th Floor, New York, N.Y 10004, 2013,

466 pages, $28.95.

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INTO THE LIVES OF ALIENS

Renowned UFO Researcher, Timothy Good, has written several books on the topic of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs). His latest book, EarthAn Alien Enterprise,  covers not only classical or merely conventional stories of UFO sightings, but quite casually, he recounts cases of supposed Encounters of the Forth Kind, i.e., human interludes in the lives of aliens.

This seeming acceptance of multiple accounts of contact with extraterrestrials, so easily and casually, is perhaps one of the sore points for this reviewer of the book.

Good even has a rather obvious acceptance and sympathy for the tales of the late contactee, George Adamski, who has drawn great skepticism by researchers who strongly doubt Adamski met a Venusian pilot named Orthon (as well as other Adamski claims).  Adamski was among the first to claim regular contacts with aliens, but also closely associated with certain high-ranking military and political personnel.

Good apparently has taken Adamski’s claims as literal and legitimate (even has written a book with Lou Zinsstag defending Adamski’s contacts), and saying that the witnesses to Adamski claims of November 20, 1952 with Orthon to be credible (p. 102). Good also claims to have had Adamski-type contacts in 1963 and 1965, and saw “Adamski-type scout-craft,” and that Orthon lived occasionally near Vista, California before leaving in 1955.

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Among the many bizarre claims that Adamski had made, he claimed that his space ships also came from Saturn, as well as Venus.  Another tale is related on pages 383-384 where it is told that Adamski had invited President Kennedy to a landing of a huge mothership at a secret base at Desert Hot Springs, California where Kennedy spent several hours talking to the alien crews.  Adamski gave the original invitation through a side door at the White House.

ALIEN LIAISONS

Good likewise takes the reader on an excursion through noted and major “alien liaisons.”  One such affair was called the “Amiciza” group; another called the W56s; another called “G and L,” so on and so forth (all treated as equal realities, though spacecraft descriptions and various alien modus operandi vary greatly). The same attitude exists in Good’s renditions of hidden or underground alien bases, which Good speaks matter-of-factly as if there is no doubt about such claims.  Good is “convinced of its relevance” to legitimate ufology (p. 193).

MELDED WITH THE GOOD

Some of the suspicions and criticisms of Adamski’s claims have been amply covered in various sources.  Two famous critiques on Adamski have been in Jim Mosley’s Saucer News, Special issue #1, Whole Number 27, October 1957,

http://www.jimmoseley.com/2014/05/saucer-news-presents-the-george-adamskiexpose/ 

— As well as Marc Hallen’s Skeptic Report (www.skepticreport/sr/? p+101).

Mosley portrayed his personal conversations, correspondence and contacts with witnesses and associates of Adamski, indicating that Adamski accounts were questionable and possibly falsified.

G. L. Bloom told Mosley that he was “grossly misquoted” in Adamski’s book Inside the Spaceships.  According to Mosley, the Adamski story broke apart when Mosley questioned Alice Wells, Lucy McGinnis, Jerrold Baker, Mrs. Manon Darlaine, and other involved characters. Many of the witnesses to the “desert landing” were already “ardent believers.” Bloom confessed that he saw no “landing” of a saucer.  George Williamson had no ‘degree.’   Jerrold Barker told of a “pre-planned” scenario of the desert “landing” that Adamski told to Barker.

Al Bailey confessed to Moseley that he did not see the landing as was recorded. The drawing of the suited spaceman by Alice K. Wells was doubtful in as much as she was a mile away and the ‘spaceman” couldn’t be plainly seen from her vantage point.

HIDDEN BASES

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George Adamski with Orthon Portrait

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Marc Hallet covered similar discrepancies.  One such suspicious item was the description of the desert spaceman which resembled a September, 1950 story written by Oscar J. Friend’s “Kid from Mars” published in Science Fiction Stories.

Hallet also discovered that Adamski’s 1952 contact was nothing other than a story that Adamski previously wrote with Lucy McGinnis in the 1940s called Pioneers of Space.

Writer Arthur C. Clarke wrote in the Journal of the British Interplanetary Society in March, 1954 that Adamski’s “scout ship” looked suspiciously like an “electric light fitting with tennis balls.”

In fact, according to Baker, Mrs. Manon Darlaine and Karl Honrath spoke of seeing an artificial spacecraft model built by Adamski.

A book by Colin Bennett (Looking for OrthonThe Story of George Adamskithe First Flying Saucer Contactee and How It Changed the World, Cosimo Books, 2008) likewise gave a chronology of Adamski errors.

The reader will have to read some of these extensive criticisms of Adamski’s so-called ‘findings,’ and make a judgement as to how Adamski truly fits into overall authentic ufology.

Good likewise details a number of places were alien space crafts were being ‘stored’ and also examines various locations were hidden  alien bases were located, such as the island of Malaita, the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico, Alaska, Mexico, and “bases at the bottom of the oceanic basins beyond the dive capacity of our best submarines.” (P. 374.)

Good talks about the experiences of Marius Borrayon, an engineer who had numerous experiences in Guadalcanal and Maiaita.  He quotes Borrayon:  “Many Solomon Islanders have told me of flat stringy-type UFOs with big round lights underneath them that hum as they go along.  They sometimes see them flying low over the jungle and resurfacing out of the sea near where they are fishing.  The UFOs have landed near villages, and (white or black) people who get out of them have strange gray uniforms, not seen anywhere else in the world.”

A CASE IN POINT        

Good tells of Maria M. Rivera who, along with her family, began to experience a series of alleged encounters with alien beings in Aquada, northwest Puerto Rico, from 2005 to 2010. 

In her diary of these events, Rivera outlined a February 25, 2007 alien encounter:

“Maria observed a disc-shaped craft, similar to the one she had seen before, from her bedroom window.  About thirty feet in diameter, it was hovering motionless some 130 feet from the house and the same distance from the ground.  She was able to observe aliens, who in turn were observing her through viewing ports, silhouetted against a bright greenish-blue background.  No sounds could be detected.  By the time she had woken her husband, who picked up a camcorder, the craft had gone.”

The book is peppered throughout with UFO sightings that seem to rank above the more questionable “alien entity contact” stories that Good is prone to include.  One such UFO sighting was that of Teresa Tresca who told of her 1986 sighting at a Vandenberg air show.

The object approached witnesses rather silently, making only a somewhat high-pitched humming noise.  The craft appeared about twenty-five-feet wide and ten-feet high.  The bottom seemed ‘bowel upwards,” all in one piece, silver-colored, with a dome on top.  This craft seemed to be accompanied by a “triangular” craft.

“…completely silent…tipped forward and backward and turned around its axis, rose another ten feet at least, and then took off silently at great speed…dull black (not shiny) with a pitch-black  smoky non-see-through dome on top…’lights’ at each triangular corner…”  (Witness, Philip Waterhouse).

Good also tells of the wave of UFO crafts in February 5-6, 1992 in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, where a barrage of triangular, boomerang-shaped, bell-shaped and disc-shaped objects were sighted.

The author also describes a large, slow-moving object that was accompanied by eighteen “pale yellow lights.”  Missiles of “undetermined origin” were fired at the object, but did not cause damage.

As one witness named “Andy” said: “[The huge object] seemed to me to look like some kind of transporter because of its lighting, color, and shape: it was dull and workman-like with only three strips of light___at least that I could see.”

By about 5:00 a.m., the UFO was rapidly vanishing.

SMORGASBORD OF UFO ACCOUNTS

It soon would become apparent to readers in their viewing-venture of Good’s book, that the book was a wide smorgasbord of almost everything ufological, good and bad, questionable and not so questionable and authenticated.

Some were classic cases, such as the July 17, 1955 public landing in London Borough of Bexley, London, England, where a mother, a child, and a physician were ‘shadowed’ by a UFO which eventually landed at the corner of Chessington/Ashbourne Avenues!

What at first appeared to be a swirling mass with protruding “wheels” moved to the crossroads and hovered about four feet off the ground.  Many children also witnessed the event; maybe a total of 130 people watched.

The craft appeared to have portholes and riveted seams.

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Margaret Fry says she saw the saucer on July 17, 1955.

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“It was a typical bell-shaped craft,” said Margaret Fry.

“The surface seemed like pewter; dull, yet at times it shone as well.  It could have been described as silver, grey, blue, metallic, yet not really quite like any of these hues.  In fact, it looked literally just out of this world.  We all knew instinctively what it was.  We were aghast.”

The craft rose and disappeared in minutes.  A similar craft was sighted “a few days earlier” by Rodney Maynard and about 29 other witnesses.

PLETHORA OF INCIDENTS

The following are samples of the many unusual mentions that parade throughout Good’s book:

1. Curious tales surrounded the history of President Barack Obama.  Wayne Madsen, former National Security Agency employee, said that government files reveal that Barack Obama, Sr., and President Obama’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, conducted CIA operations in 1960s post-coup Indonesia, including the East-West Center at the University of Hawaii, the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), as well as the Ford Foundation.

2. Obama’s stepfather, Lolo Soetoro, according to Wayne Madson, was “recalled to Indonesia in 1968 to serve as a senior Army officer and to assist General Suharto and the CIA in the bloody overthrow of President Sukarno.”

3. President Obama “himself” worked from 1983 to 1984 for the Business International Corporation, “a CIA front that conducted seminars with the world’s most powerful leaders and used journalists as agents abroad.”  (p. 388.)

4. Researcher William Steinman investigated Dr. Eric Henry Wang, who had apparently been involved in retrieval of crashed UFO craft.  Wang taught engineering at the University of Cincinnati and also worked at the Wright Air Development Center from 1949 until 1956.  In an interview with his widow, Mary Steinman was told to contact Dr. Henry Kissinger (H.A.K) as a leader in the “flying saucer program.”

“In fact,” said Maria Wang, “he was completely in charge of it at the time that Dr. Wang was still alive and involved in it.”

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Good summarizes Kissinger’s security history from 1943 to 1946:

Kissinger served in the U.S. Army Counter-intelligence Corps (CIC) and from 1946 to 1949, he served as a Captain in the Military Intelligence Reserve.

In 1952, Kissenger was a consultant to the CIA’s Psychological Strategy Board and the Operations Coordination Board.  Later, H.A.K. worked for a number of organizations such as the Rand Corporation, as well as serving as the Secretary of State (under Nixon).

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Non-Terrestrial Officers???”

Military Intelligence expert, L. Fletcher Prouty, spoke of Kissinger as “the titular head of the intelligence community’s clandestine operations reaction faction,” retaining, says Good, “a close association with the alien situation to this day.”  (pp. 353-354.)

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Scientist Paul LaViolette

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Physicist, Paul LaViolette, and NASA Ames director, Simon Worden, spoke of alternate space programs.  Computer hacker Gary McKinnon broke into U.S. Air Force space command (AFSPC) database and found information relating to ‘fleet-to-fleet-transfer,’ a list of ship names and names under the heading of “Non-Terrestrial Officers.” 

LaViolette had received information that the U.S. secretly launched the first satellite in 1948 using a modified V-2 rocket, and presently, independently of NASA, the U.S. Air Force had “its own shuttle fleet” with a base on the Moon.  Director

Worden spoke of a secret NASA/DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) project called the Hundred Year Starship (pp. 248-252).

THE SECRET TEAM

Good’s book was certainly an encyclopedic collection of information on UFOs.  The reader will have to research enough to pick and choose which facts are the most reliable and true.

Interviews with retired U.S. Air Force colonel and former CIA associate, L. Fletcher Prouty, revealed national security intelligence in revelations from his book The Secret TeamThe CIA and its Allies in Control of the United States and the World spoke of a ‘One World Cabal’ (-> p. 365):

“This is the age of global companies, of global communications and transport, of global finance and____ just around the corner____ global accommodation of political systems…It is time to face the fact that true national sovereignty no longer exists.  We live in a world of big business, big lawyers, big bankers, even bigger money-men and big politics.  It is the world of ‘The Secret Team.’”

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“Also, there are parallels with reports of the notorious ‘men in black’ – MIBs.  In his initial appraisal of the case, Hakan cites John Keel, the well-known author and leading investigator of the MIB phenomenon. 

‘On a number of occasions,’ wrote Keel, ‘I actually saw the phantom Cadillacs as advertised, completely with sinister-looking Oriental-like passengers in black suits.  On Long Island, following the directions given me in an anonymous phone call, I pursued one of these cars down a dead-end road where it seemingly vanished into thin air…’”  (p178.)

Steve Erdmann

St. Louis, Missouri,

January 27th, 2017

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THE MISSING GRUDGE REPORT CHAPTER 13 – CONTENTS REVEALED

THE GRUDGE 13/BLUE BOOK INCIDENTs By William S. English

<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar> INTRODUCTION

Many nights I go outside of my home into the yard where I look up through the clear, crisp, desert night, to look at the bright stars and wonder. Sometimes I am reminded of nights similar to these when I stood upon the high plateau of Glastonbury Tor in England, looking at stars so bright you could almost reach out and grab a handful of them, and almost relive the legends of CAmelot and Arthur the King. When I think back, I remember the pleasant times and joy that was once a part of my experiences in England, and with my family. As I think back on it all I also remember the pain that was caused me during that time.


			

RICHARD DOLAN HEADS INTERSTELLAR UFO PANEL AT NEW YORK CITY’S NEW LIFE EXPO – OCTOBER 22nd, 2016

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RICHARD DOLAN HEADS INTERSTELLAR UFO PANEL

AT NEW YORK CITY’S NEW LIFE EXPO

OCTOBER 22nd, 2016 

<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>

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Richard Dolan, world renown author of “UFOs & The National Security State,” will be a featured speaker at the NEW LIFE EXPO UFO Panel in New York City on October 22nd, 2016.

UFO sighting in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia on April 6, 1966

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The UFO Panel is part of a 3 day conference being held from October 21st through October 23rd, 2016 at New York City’s famous Hotel Pennsylvania.  Also speaking on the NEW LIFE EXPO UFO Panel will be UFO Digest Editor Robert Morningstar, ETAP (aka alien abduction) experiencer Marc Brinkerhoff, as well as UFO author Ben Mezrich, and Nathan Rosenblum, author of “The Secret History of the Solar System .”ufo-panel-new-life-expo-2016The UFO Panel will convene at Noon on Saturday (22nd of October).

With the Presidential Election in high gear, and with the topic of UFOs featured prominently in the “WikiLeaked emails” of Clinton chief of staff, John Podesta, the subject of UFO Disclosure (i.e.  the “When? Who? and What?” of UFO Disclosure) will certainly rank high on the list of topics for discussion by the panel.

NEW LIFE EXPO

EVENTS

OCTOBER 21-23, 2016

NEWLIFE EXPO For Health, Rejuvenation, and Enlightenment.

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New York City | Hotel Pennsylvania

Across the street from Penn Station and Madison Square Garden, this classic Midtown Manhattan hotel in a 1919 building is a 7-minute walk from the Empire State Building and an 11-minute walk from Times Square.  The low-key, traditional rooms come with free WiFi and flat-screen TVs. Upgraded rooms offer minifridges and access to a club lounge with free continental breakfast. Suites add separate sitting areas.

Dining options include a sophisticated bar/grill and a casual lobby cafe. There’s also a fitness center and access to a gym, indoor pool and sauna next door, plus a business center and 32,000 sq ft of meeting space (including 3 ballrooms).
Address401 7th Ave, New York, NY 10001

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Speakers

Alan
Time Modalities And Bending Reality
The world as we know it is shifting its frequencies. Our minds are opening to wider and wilder possibilities. We must learn to bend the nature of time and the nature of reality, as we evolve into the 5th dimension. That means freeing ourselves from the past and stepping off the old timeline and becoming something new, unknown and not yet conceived. Alan is the host of the awesome TV program ‘New Realities.’
ben_mez
UFO Panelist
A National Geographic survey showed that 36% of Americans believe extraterrestrials have visited Earth. And the same poll indicated that 80% of those surveyed believe the US government has kept UFO information hidden from the public. Popular television programs and radio shows delve into these unexplained phenomena. Ben will be giving the facts in this enlightening lecture. He has published eighteen books, including the New York Times bestsellers “The Accidental Billionaires.”
kat james
Saturday-5:00 London Room

Total Transformation: The True “Extreme Makeover” for Your Health, Your Looks, and Your Life

Twenty-five years ago, award-winning author Kat James saved herself-and has since helped free countless others-from multiple digestive, autoimmune, metabolic, emotional, addictive, skin, and weight disorders after doctors gave up. Today, we see a tidal wave of scientific research in support of her once-controversial meth- ods. calibration, and doctor-verified outcomes in successfully harnessing the incredible power of the master hormone, leptin. Unlock the key to your own extreme natural makeover-without surgery or suffering-with the woman SELF calls “a master of self-transformation.” Learn more at http://www.informedbeauty.com.

mark becker

Fine-Tuning Your Yoga Asanas

This event is for the yoga teacher who wants to improve his/her tech- nique or the student who wants to further their practice and avoid injury. Learn the higher reasons why we really do asanas. Learn new corrections to take the student to the next stage. Learn how to breathe in each pose to reach your maximum potential. Mark Becker founded Serenity natural Healing Center in 1975 (NYC’s first non-religious yoga center). He is a master yogi with over 30 years experience and has trained over 1,000 instructors.

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UFO  Panelist
The Secret History of the Solar System
Take an Extraordinary Voyage of Discovery with Dr. Nathan Rosenblum and discover:The inhabitants of other planets in the solar system!Their relations with inhabitants of other star systems!Their historic and current connections with Earth! Evidence from clairvoyants, contactees, ancient traditions, and the secret government! The Truth will Amaze You! quixote121@aol.com
richard-Dolan
UFO Panelist
Globalization and technological change have led to an unprecedented level of propaganda and deception in our world.
Now, in the 21st century, the United States is attempting to finalize unrivalled control over the resources of the world, especially over oil- and gas-rich regions, via regime change and other covert means.
In addition, the transformation of global power over the past several decades has led to an increasingly restive population that (in the opinion of those who rule), needs to be controlled. As a result, we are now faced with a sophisticated propaganda system which includes not only domination over mainstream media, but infiltration of social media, entrapment operations, and many other provocations. It also includes the ultimate weapon in the propaganda tool kit: the false flag.
Simply put, a false flag is an act of deception designed to elicit fear or anger from a target audience (that usually means you), with the aim of justifying actions (wars, repressive laws, etc.) that could never otherwise be justified. And of course, something which is blamed on another party. These days, that usually means “terrorists” or certain other nations. Historian Richard Dolan will explain why we live in an era of false flags, and will describe some of the most important false flags that have shaped our world–in previous generations as well as today. He will describe how false flags are possible, why they are psychologically effective, how they have evolved over the years to become sophisticated and diverse operations–not always targeted against nations, but often against populations, and sometimes against specific individuals. Moreover, Richard will provide an analytical framework to help us identify specific elements of false flags, enabling us to spot them more easily in the future.
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Robert Morningstar
Editor-Publisher, UFO Digest
UFO Panelist
Robert will discuss government deception through the alteration of photos
and documentary evidence in cases involving close encounters or contact with UFOs. 
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UFOs Fly Over Salem, Massachussets 1952
Official US Coast Guard photo

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About New Life Expo

Hello NEWLIFERS,

Welcome to the NEWLIFE Health, Expo in our 26th year, back on the 18th Floor of the Hotel Pennsylvania, concentrating on the health of your mind, body, spirit and emotions. Unlike other expos we bring you experts from around the world to assist you in reaching your goals.

We will be having lectures every hour on every facet of health as well as classes on Yoga, Chi Gung and Meditation and panels on Nutrition and Vibrational healing. Our exhibitors will be available to discuss personally with you how to improve your well-being and if you get hungry our Natural Foods Dining area will feed your palate with delectable delights.

So if your life isn’t as healthy or vital or as exciting as you would like it to be, come and join us and thousands of others like yourself who want to learn the same things as you.

Take a day out of your life and enjoy an extraordinary world of possibilities that may change your life forever.

Your $20 ticket to fulfillment ($15 in advance) includes the exhibit hall, dining area, lectures, classes and panels.                                    about-home

   Om Sholom

    Mark Becker

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