A Different Look at a Life Long Abductee –Less Hollywood More Reality

I have spent a great deal of time talking to and writing the story of a woman who has trusted me to tell her extraordinary life of on going Paranormal Experiences. Since early childhood this woman has been taken by other beings as an experiment, some type of progect or for reasons none of us can understand. She feels that telling her ordeal with her lifelong encounters and extreme experiences will help bring others like her to the forefront.

This woman’s life events are not glamorous or filled with elaborate Aliens of grays and blue who leave her with god like messages for all to benefit from. This woman’s story is more simple and startling. It is a straightforward account of how her life has been interfered with, without glory or want of attention. It took me years to convince her to tell her story. I agreed to protect her and her family. I also agreed to tell it as she tells me without fluff or fancy added. I will tell her story one article at a time. I may not write them not in chapter or order but as she tells her story to me. I think she is extremely interesting and will do my best to bring her world into ours. Lets start at the beginning

The life of Diane -Not Like the Other Kids! The Start of a Paranormal Life

I have been questioned about when I first knew my life was a bit different. I thought about this for a long time. I do not have a smooth linked recall of my childhood. I do know it was not like other childhoods. I will tell you what I can remember.

The earliest event I recall was when I was age three or four. It was a memory of being placed back. That is the best way I can explain it. I was in a small forest. I was gathering pine cones with my mother. I became separated from her. I recall her screaming my name and the sensation of being placed down. I can remember looking up at a funnel or tunnel but do not know what I was looking at. I recall my mother lifting me. She was running towards the road screaming for help with me held closely to her. I recall the pounding of her heart and how terrified she was, that is all I recall.

The memories of my life that I am fully aware of began when I was five years old. We moved away from the house where the pine cone forest was located. We were in a new house located in Huntington New York on Long Island. I was on a street of new houses filled with lots of children. I was a happy little kid. I played all day, went to kindergarten and lived the typical life of a five year old, until nighttime.

Bedtime during this time in my life was hell. My parents talked about it being night terrors, and were determined to simply “Wait it out”. I knew it was a far bigger problem, but at age five, all you have is your family to depend on. If they think nothing is wrong, there is little a small child can do, but wait it out!

It would start once the house was silent and my family asleep. I would wake up to bright neon ticket tape symbols crossing the border of my room where the ceiling and wall meet. This display would play bright colored letters, numbers and images of toys and child like interests, bikes, games etc. After a few minutes the symbols would start. Odd shaped lines and writing which looked very ancient. I did not know what they were or why I was seeing this. This would go on, around all four walls of my room until it changed over to events. War like scenes, pictures of the earth, frightening things. At this point I would jump out of my bed and go screaming in terror in to my parents room.

I would chalk all of this off to child hood nightmares or night terrors except for one thing. It went on every single night, until I was seven. The same exact things, the same images, the same exact ordeal night after night.

My parents took me to a doctor. He told them I was fine and just a bright child with an active imagination. I was becoming exhausted from lack of sleep and confused at this bizarre nightly routine. During this time my parents moved. We moved often during those years.

We moved to a beautiful town on the south shore of Long Island on a gorgeous river. I had tons of friends and truly loved my new home. Now in the second grade I was able to express myself a great deal better. A change in my nightly horror was developing as well. Now, when I went to sleep at night, the interference into my night was less. Now I would only see a few recurring images repeated in my sleep. This was combined with a weekly recurring dream of many people I loved dying along with a display of world events that later during my life would come to pass. It was better than before but still very disturbing as my nights continued to be a time of turmoil, exhaustion and screaming for my family during the long terrifying hours of my bedtime.

During the second grade I started to make a strange symbol on the bottom of my

work pages in school. I was not aware I was doing it. My teacher called me to her desk one day and asked me about it. I recognized it as one of the symbols I saw at night and frankly was shocked I was drawing it on my papers. I was told to stop and of course I said I would.

A few weeks later my teacher called my parents to tell them I was still writing this strange symbol on all my school work and would not stop. I did not recall doing it. I was very upset and frightened, as I honestly did not remember placing this mark on my papers. It continued. I was punished for it in school and at home, but did not know how to make it stop. Thankfully summer came and this symbol situation ended.

The next few years must have been uneventful, as I do not remember much about them. The only thing I can recall is this is when I started to understand if a person was good or evil by one glance. I would tell my mother daily who were the good and bad people around us. My mother found this odd on one hand but later I found out she also paid close attention to the warnings of her strange little girl.

I was 10 when things picked up for me paranormal wise. I was older and allowed more freedom. The kids in this river community ran in packs and played along the banks of the river and surrounding beautiful countryside. I would pack a lunch on a summers day and leave in the morning on my bike and not return till dinnertime. We rowed our small rowboats in the river, we fished, swam, played ball in the f

ields, and explored the woods. It was a great life. I was just a regular kid having a wonderful time. Except for the time issues and pain problems.

At age ten I started to realize that I would get home at days end much later than I thought. I kept arriving home at dinnertime when I thought it was only 4 or so in the afternoon. I had a watch, which really confused me as often, not always, but a few times a month; I would head home at 4pm and arrive home at 6pm. I kept telling my mother I would start for home at 4 but she would only accuse me of being irresponsible, playing along the river too long and yell at me. I knew I left for home, a 5-minute bike ride home at 4 and not get there till 6. I had no explanation other then the fact I was 10 years old!

Having raised children of my own, I now know the next memory I have of this time in my life was extremely odd. I would notice during the days I got home late, that I

would also end up laying on the living room floor, after dinner, crying about the severe pain in my back and legs. I can recall the pain like it was yesterday. It was just awful. I would beg my mother to do something. She would give me a aspirin and fix me a hot tub to soak in. I would go through this until I was about 12. My parents told me it was growing pains. I remember asking my best pal George one day how he tolerated those growing pains? He looked at me blankly and said, “what growing pains?” When I reported this response to my parents they responded by giving me more milk and cheese and making me go to bed earlier.

This summer was a strange summer. It was the summer my river community had a UFO sighting by a group of adults at one of the town’s docks. It was a strange summer and one I often think about as my life unfolded and more mystery was added year by year.

At this point things did settle down for a few years. My memories seemed to be normal, however, the leg and back pain continued with my coming home late until I was 11.

I wonder about those years and wish I understood more of what was happening

around and to me. I know my 12^th year was calm and rather pain free. I was becoming a young woman and things would soon change on many levels as I entered into a new phase of life.

This also was a turning point for me not only from child to young woman but also a step up with my lifetime involvement with the paranormal.

Right now I will leave you with one thought. If your child tells you something

is happening, do not disregard them. If your child claims something to be true do not accuse them of lying until you find the truth. And lastly, if your child is in pain, listen to them and take them to a doctor. Children should not cry in pain, not from growing. Mostly and foremost if anyone you love, especially a child loses time, do not dismiss him or her. Do all you can to find out what is happening to them during those lost hours. It may be the most important thing you could ever do for that person.

I will continue to write more about this life long abduction case during the next few months. It has been this woman’s lifelong burden to deal with the strange interference of others taking and interrupting her life. This woman has suffered enormously as a result of this ongoing mystery of evasion into her life.

This is the actual symbol this woman has been driven to copy over and over for nearly 50 years in a compulsion starting when she was a very small child. She has asked me to include this in my article in hopes someone out there will recognize what it is. If you have

seen this before please contact me at chrishollyufo@yahoo.com

♥ Copyright © 2008- 2009 Chris Holly

Chris Holly’s Paranormal World into the Endless Journey

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L.O.W.F.I. Official Blog!

The
"elfin yellow journalist" Skylaire Alfvegren has created the official L.O.W.F.I. site! L.O.W.F.I. is the League of Western Fortean Intermediaists; a group of writers contributing Fortean events in their areas, like Lesley from The Debris Field, Beyond the Dial, etc. on New Mexico, Andrew Colvin (Mothman's Photographer) from Washington state, Adam Gorightly from California, myself from Western Oregon, etc. While you're at Skylaire's site, you must check out her turquoise wedgies; they're fantastic!

Ann Druffel on Tim Binnall

Ann Druffel appears on Tim Binnall's BOA. I haven't listened to it yet, (just about to though!) but I'm sure it's going to be very interesting!

Druffel is co-author, (D.Scoot Rogo) of The Tujunga Canyon Contacts, a classic in UFO literature. This book is one of the early books I read on UFOs, and the experience drew me further into the realm of UFOs. Born in Los Angeles and living all over Southern and Northern California, I had a particularly strong reaction to the experiences in that book.

Here are some links: you can order the book via Anomalist Books. And listen to the interview on Tim's site here.

The 60’s A Hot Bed of UFO Activity for Long Island New York

I have written about many experiences by those who lived on Long Island New York. It is my home state and Long Island is where I grew up and now reside.

I started to write about my own experiences and those of people I have interviewed over the years however was not ready for the huge amounts of accounts that have been flooding to my email since I opened up this topic of Long Island UFO paranormal encounters.

I have people who live all over the world that once lived here on Long Island writing to me about what they encountered while living here on the Island.

A huge amount of mail came in concerning the Blackout in 1965 that occurred in New York. It seems many recalled odd encounters during that period including seeing the same fireball I did – to sightings of UFO’s and even those who claim to have been abducted and implanted.

Without question New York and the 60’s were tied tightly to the UFO arena. Those who live here who continue to endure abductions and witness sightings will tell you it has never stopped. I have and will be writing over the next year reports that continue as we speak about these encounters in my area.

Recently I interviewed a man who goes by the id on the Internet of California Jack. Jack lived on Long Island when he was growing up. He lived here in the 60’s in a small town on the south shore of Long Island called Bayport. This town was a sleepy small little village at the time, in fact isn’t that much changed even today. The basics of the area have remained true in makeup much as it was back then.

Jack Stamper was about 16 during the summer of 65. He was a typical Island kid and spent a great deal of time on his boat between Long Island and Fire Island.

Jack told me of one summer night when he and his pal Steve were returning from Fire Island to Bayport via crossing the Great South Bay which is the large water way between both islands. The boys were coming home late at night about 1 or 2 a.m. when they noticed something unusual in the sky. Jack told it to me this way:

“I was with my pal Steve. We were coming home from Fire Island on our boat across the Great South Bay to my hometown Bayport. It was maybe 1 or 2 in the morning. There was no moon,. It was black as pitch out there with a sky full of bright stars.. We were probably 2 1/2 miles out - about half way across the bay.

As we made our way across the bay we first noticed a odd light overheard like a yellow light bulb that stood still for a few minutes, then took off straight up till it mingled with the stars and was gone. We didn’t get very excited at first as it looked like stuff lots of people report seeing. It just got us a little bit excited, but nothing to really tell anyone about.

That quickly changed as we made our way across that bay. We were looking up when we saw 4 of this things to the left and 4 to the right, miles high and what seemed miles away in the distance. We stopped the boat. One from the left formation changed color from yellow to green and began dipping slightly from its level position.

With incredible speed this thing crossed the sky and joined the 4 objects on the right. The speed was incredible. What was even more amazing is that it then came to a complete stop and just was standing there still with the other 4 on the right.

Watching this made Steve and I really nervous as we afraid we might be abducted and wanted to get out of there as fast as we could.

We pulled the engine to life on our 14-foot speedboat and headed for shore. We sped towards Bayport creek as fast as that boot could travel thankful that the water was calm and windless that night. We would have never made it back as fast if there had been waves or wind.

We raced the 2 miles across the bay towards Bayport Creek. The streetlights at the mouth of the creek were my only direction beacons for guidance. During this frantic ride back to shore my only focus was the black water surging by and the roar of the outboard. Steve was in the back seat watching the yellow lights- we never spoke.

We entered the creek proceeding down it a lot faster than usual. I finally throttled down and came to a stop. No one was around. We were hoping there would have seen someone. We also saw that the formation of 8 yellow lights were gone which made us feet a bit safer.

At harbor speed we slowly cruised about half way down the creek near to my docking space on mirror smooth water along that dark country creek. Then it happened!

Out from behind the trees that lined the creek came the most perfect saucer anyone could ever dream they would see. It was directly in front of us.

At the end of the creek the trees dipped in the middle, like an old tree lined road. As this happened I first veered left and crashed into the reed bank. But seconds later something changed in my mind and I reversed my boat, straightened out and proceeded slowly towards this thing hovering over the waters edge. I don't know if Steve agreed with this decision but he stayed in the boat anyway.

It was large and I realized much further away than I thought. It had a yellowy green glow around it, which stood out against the black of a dark night. It was perfectly clear. I've seen it many times since in my minds eye.

Most peculiar was a flat topped (truncated) black pyramid shaped door or scanner part of the craft that slowly moved around the top portion. I have estimated it took about 45 seconds or less for this part to make one complete circuit. We kept moving towards it till it slowly banked and tilted to the left revealing maybe 6 glowing lights underneath towards the rim. It then slipped from view behind the trees and was gone.

As my memory serves we were a bit stunned and after the UFO floated behind the trees and out of sight we just turned the boat around and motored to my dock. We tied up, got out, and went home. I can't remember talking much about it to Steve, but we must have shared something. He went to his home about a mile away and I went into my house to find I was home alone.

I picked up the phone and called the police to report the sighting, but first I asked whether there had been any carnivals with Ferris wheels passing through Middle Road (the heart of town) in Bayport that night? The answer. Was no so I gave my report about the huge UFO on the creek to some desk clerk and went to sleep.

Next morning everyone was out of the house already by the time I woke up about 10:00 a.m. As I was just waking up a police officer knocked on the door. His cruiser #310 was in the driveway.

He asked if I was the one who phoned in the report. I said I was and we sat down at the dining room table so he could take a report about our sighting.

The first thing I did was to ask this policeman if anyone else had seen anything? He said I could ask questions after the report was finished.

He took down all the details of our sighting including a map of each light on each saucer. He also had me make a good drawing of all I had seen.

"Now" he said, " Do you have any Questions?" First I asked him if he had seen it, he answered that he had not. Then I wanted to know if anyone else had seen it? He told me there were over 1000 calls from others who also witnessed something. I asked him if it had been over our small town of Bayport? He told me to my surprise that it was thought to have been approximately in the center of Long Island which would have made it about 10 miles away. That would make this thing considerably larger than I thought.

The policeman told me that they thought it was estimated at somewhere like a mile in diameter. It was proceeding eastward down the center of the island. He told me they think it s course took it over Brookhaven National Laboratory along the electric power lines, down the center of Long Island till it went out to sea past Montauk Point.

Thousands more were suspected to have seen it that did not or could not call in to leave a report.

This is where my part of this sighting ends. I regret not following it up during the rest of that summer. Now years later I wish I knew what it was I saw so clearly that night when I was 16. That event has stayed with me my entire life. I hope this may be the year we all learn more about all these experiences, encounters and sightings so many of us share. “

When Jack shared that story with me I was fascinated as I too saw a UFO that year about 7 miles from the location he did in October. I too noticed a revolving top on the craft I saw and I too was with friends who really did not have much to say after the event.

I do not know what was going on at that time on Long Island but I do know many islanders did see things. I also know that many sightings were seen on Fire Island, which is faced out to the open Atlantic Ocean.

I will continue to write the stories of the paranormal events that surround Long Island and hope one day we can all understand and figure out what is going on with this very unknown yet constantly seen world of the UFO ‘s and those who pilot them.

Jack has renewed his interest in what he saw that night long ago and is going to investigate his sighting by researching all he can about that night and that event.

For now be careful out there and keep looking up! Remember the best thing to do if you see something you do not understand is to find others and remove yourself from any danger by keeping your distance between the unknown and the known!

♥ Copyright © 2008- 2009 Chris Holly
Chris Holly's Paranormal World into the Endless Journey
@ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

Mythic Birthplace of Zeus Said Found

Mythic Birthplace of Zeus Said Found:

The Greek god of thunder and lightning had Earthly beginnings, and scientists think they finally know where.

Ancient Greeks first worshipped the omnipotent Zeus at a remote altar on Mount Lykaion, a team of Greek and American archaeologists now think. During a recent dig at the site, the researchers found ceremonial goods commonly used in cult activity and dated at over three millennia old, making them the earliest known "appearance" of Zeus in Greece.

The discovery challenges the idea that Zeus worship began on the Greek island of Crete, which at least one classical historian names as the god's mythic birthplace. The latest finds on Mount Lykaion, in the mainland province of Arcadia, are as old as the idea of Zeus himself, said the project's senior research scientist David Romano, of the University of Pennsylvania.

Rest of story at link.

Cyrpto Squad USA and The Ghost in Conser Lake

Nick Redfern has started a new venture: Crypto Squad USA, a collection of bloggers across the U.S. contributing research and articles on all things crypto. Various individuals from different states are on board, like Micah Hanks from North Carolina, Raven reporting from Michigan,Melissa Miller from Oklahoma, Greg Bishop from California, Brian Gaugler and Ken Gerhard. Be sure to check out Crypto Squad USA for all kinds of crypto goodness.


You can also find a link to my blog Frame 352 where I have an article up about a white Bigfoot event here in Oregon many years ago (The Ghost in Conser Lake) as well as the link to the paracast with Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzmann on Paratopia. Also on Frame 352 is an item about psychic and author Nahu and his experiences with Bigfoot, including his interactions with Bigfoot researcher Eric Beckjord (deceased.)

Paratopia

The fifth episode of Paratopia is now available. Hosts Jeremy Vaeni and Jeff Ritzmann interview me here. I spent an hour or more babbling, fresh home from a long day at work, and right to the phone. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.

He Watched It All Yet Said Nothing- The UFO Crash of 1992 Long Island New York

Years ago the newspapers reported a suspected UFO crash on November 24^th in South Haven Park located in Suffolk county New York. You can find reports on this event with an easy Google search.

I remember the event as I lived in Suffolk county New York at the time and recall all the talk and newspaper reports. It seemed to be the main topic of conversation for a short time but soon lost its interest as the holidays were just starting and the UFO story seemed to lose its headlines to Santa and the Malls.

A few days ago this event was brought up in conversation. I always had an interest in this case but for reasons that I have kept my own, until now.

During that period of time I was involved with a weekly group of women who would walk together in the malls early in the mornings for exercise. It was a trend at the time and very popular during the long cold winter months.

One of the women I walked with I knew from High School and as we circled the interior of the mall again and again we would talk. We renewed our old friendship and started to meet for lunch as well as our exercise sessions at the mall. During our friendship I learned that she had never married (we were in 40’s) but did have a serious relationship with a man who lived out near Shirley, near the South Haven Park.

She talked lovingly about this man but secretly I was a bit concerned at some of things she told me about her new found love.

This man lived in an old fixed up cabin on a very rustic rural area of land. He made very little money and was fixed on remaining that way. His theory of living was to survive off the land and not to get caught up with the rat race of society.

I found her stories about this man a bit disturbing but could see she was very taken with him so just listened and smiled and was happy she was happy.

I meet him a few times and frankly was shocked at this mans appearance and life style. He was a tall man who had long dark hair to his waist worn in a ponytail, old worn jeans and a torn washed out flannel shirt. He wore worn out boots and drove a beaten up orange pick up truck that always seemed to contain some kind of firewood over flowing from its bed.

Once I took a ride out to his cabin with my friend to see where he lived. My friend dropped off some old clothes of her brothers as his new winter wardrobe. My friend and this man where going to host a dinner party the next day and she wanted him to have his pick of her brothers old shirts for the event.

I do not know what I expected but I know I was not ready for the degree of rural rustic lifestyle this man was living.

The cabin was a very old very dilapidated three-room building that he was holding together with duck tape and hope! Two large wood burning stoves heated it with his water supply borrowed by way of hoses from his neighbor’s barn. I do not recall if he had electric or not but I do know he heated water on his stoves to take a bath every few days.

He lived off the land, which meant he helped himself to the local farmers crops taking his vegetables and fruits from their farms at night by way of flashlight and climbing fences. He also hunted in restricted areas, fished often and always killed the ducks in the area for his seasonal dinner parties. He would brag openly at how little he actually purchased to live or entertain. I found him to be a cheap thief and tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Years passed and so did the distance between me my lady friend and her hippie boyfriend.

About 1999 I ran into this couple at a party being held out on the Island by a mutual friend who lived near South Haven Park. At the end of the evening we were sipping coffee and sharing the desserts we had all brought when the subject came up about the UFO crash in the nearby park years before in 92.

As the man who lived in the cabin and lived off the land devoured the homemade peach pie, he made from the peaches he had stolen the night before from his neighbors fruit trees- he grunted out something about seeing it.

Another guest heard him first and stopped the conversation and asked what the pie eating old hippie had seen? “I saw that crash” he said as if it were a off handed comment about the weather.

At once the people around the table became silent and turned towards him. “What do you mean? You saw the UFO crash in South Haven?” He kept chewing while his girlfriend picked up the subject for him. “Oh I guess we never mentioned it before. He was out gathering wood that night in the park and saw the whole thing.”

As you can imagine every set of eyes in the room were now focused squarely on the pie-eating hippie. He finally looked up from his peach pie plate at a room full of people waiting for him to explain more.

He looked from one to the other around the table knowing he had to confess now as all ears were waiting for his words as the room fell silent. “ Ok, I will tell you but you cannot talk about this as I will deny it. You know your not allowed to take wood out of the park but there were tons of it just laying there rotting. I live right near there and would wait till nightfall. I can get in there from a few back roads I know and go in and gather up what’s laying around.”

Knowing this guys way of life no one was at all surprised that he did this. In fact we knew that he would hunt there at night also. It was a favorite area to collect meat for his winter house parties!

He put down his fork, looked at us all, and as nonchalantly as he could told us his story. “ I was out for a wood haul in the park. It was early around 7 at night I think. I parked my truck on a back road like I always do and was getting out my ax and basket to carry the wood back to my truck. I first heard it, like a huge rushing air sound with a high-pitched whine to it. I looked around and didn’t see anything at first. It was getting louder. My senses just made me look towards the noise and I saw it coming in out of the night sky down towards the woods. At first it looked like a big fireball. As it got closer it changed direction and dipped lower coming in over the park. It was a huge dark colored UFO craft looking thing coming in on its side. It was partly on fire across the one side of it. It was really moving fast. Within seconds I heard it hit the ground. It sounded like a big splat rather than an explosion. I just stood there a minute kind of shocked and kind of frozen in fear. I thought I heard some kind of movement coming from the park from the direction of where this thing hit. I was really terrified as I didn’t have any hunting gear and no one knew where I was. I threw my gear in the truck and tried to start my truck. The damn thing wouldn’t turn over at first. I was thinking about making a run for it back to the main road and my cabin. I tried one last time to turn over my truck and she kicked in. I backed down that dirt road in record speed and got the hell out of there. I think I was just crazy scared and cant swear to it, but I thought I heard yelling or screaming coming from the crash area. I knew I was going to be in trouble if I was caught in there at night so I took off. When I hit the main road I saw all the red lights coming towards the park. I knew I had to get home and lock my self in and that’s what I did. I drove home and locked up that old cabin of mine. I stayed awake all night with my shotgun, just incase what ever was hollering in that woods found its way to my place.”

We all looked at this man in stunned silence. The host of the party began to question him. Did you ever tell the police what you saw; does anyone from the government know you saw the thing crash? Were you able to get back into the woods to see what was going on?

The answer to all of those questions was no. It seems this old hippie was so afraid of being caught over all his sticky finger habits and out right illegal behaviors that he never reported his sighting to anyone other than my lady friend and now us.

He told us that he watched the next few hours as trucks, jeeps and helicopters flooded the area he lived, which was backed up to this area that includes the South Haven Park. He told us that flat bed trucks that looked to be military would drive in empty and come back down the same back road with a load on it that was covered in green canvas.

He said he tried to walk his old hound down the road close to where all this activity was going on only to be told to go home and stay there until further notice by men in what appeared to be orange hazard suits. He did not know if the phones were knocked out as he did not have one at the time but did say his truck would not start easily for days after the incident.

Finally after about a week passed the people, trucks and helicopters were gone and the park seemed to stand barren and silent.

“I can’t explain it but the park seemed dusted of even dirt after that happened. It was like they came in and took every twig and log and leaf that was lying around in the woods. It was as if the whole place had been swept and a false fake wooded area was left behind.

I was still frightened of the place and since they took all the wood out there was no reason to go back. Funny I haven’t been back there since”

The conversation then turned towards others who lived in the area who remembered losing phone service, electric service and having car problems that week. Everyone recalled seeing the trucks and helicopters around. Thanksgiving weekend was a day or so after this event followed by the holidays. Interest in this event seemed to simply get lost due to the time of year it occurred.

I think about this strange man living out in his cabin unwilling to share his watching this craft crash right in front of him. I wonder how many other people have similar reasons that also prevent them from reporting incredible encounters for rather simple human reasons?

Over the years I have spoken to many people who live or lived in that area near that park who also witnessed that craft fly over the town and bank a turn into the park where it then crashed. Many watched as the clean up took place and the craft removed yet for some reason this amazing event passed by us all rather easily.

I guess we are creatures of our own habits traditions and needs. A UFO crashing over the holiday season when people are caught up in hectic preparation for the holiday Christmas traditions is a perfect time for something like this to be kicked under the carpet.

I will never forget the fact that this mans need for a frugal life style and his fear of being caught doing rather shady things was stronger than the fact he witnessed an incredible event. He simply did not want to get involved. I wonder what he will do if one summer night while stealing peaches from his neighbors peach trees he comes face to face with whomever or whatever was flying one of those crafts. Makes me wonder if he may one day end up being the one taken! No one would know, as he never tells anyone when he slips off to fill his basket with stolen fruit!

I haven’t thought about this event in a very long time. I wonder how many others clearly watched as that craft crashed that November night in 92?

♥ Copyright © 2008, 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

Seeking your weird memories...

I'm collecting weird memories for something I'm writing for my Medusa's Ladder column. Below is the text of the post from my Beamships Equal Love blog:

Because weird things happen and people love it. I'm collecting more weird memories--to hopefully start a recurrent thing in my Medusa's ladder column. Anything goes--anything that falls into the category of "what the hell just happened?" Or, "Could this have really happened the way I remember?"

Stories don't necessarily have to be paranormal or spooky, just weird. Take a look at some of the things people have previously posted here and here. Some of the better stories are in the comments sections. The "typewriter head" has haunted me a little bit.
So, either post your stories with the comment section of [the original post here], or email them to me at cemeterylegends@yahoo.com

Unless otherwise specified I will be using just first names, or user names. Keep in mind they may be used in my column here.

Who Are The Aliens Anyway?

I have been wandering around the Internet reading, listening to and joining in chat rooms, sites and groups where the subject is Aliens, what Aliens are like and their ultimate agenda.

I hear, read and find all types of ideas earthlings have about the Alien agenda and the human race from being here to simply observe us to riding in on silver crafts to save our day!

I did a small count of the most popular theories. I also did a count of what chat rooms and groups gathered the most people to them. I found the more logical or less Hollywood bent the theme being discussed the less people. The more Hollywood the ideas the bigger the groups of people were found. This went along with different popular blogs, groups, sites and of course chat rooms. I must admit I was not shocked at all that most people prefer the Disney land –Hollywood version of Alien perception over the more logical scientific ones.

Long ago I learned that the more Hollywood style an idea is presented the more widely accepted it becomes. The information given by people who had very bland encounters or those with memory loss were often over looked. Even when the encounters told were stunning in detail and believable it seemed they went over looked or ignored for the fluffier more colorful reports and I might add were far less believable.

I soon realized that when you question those who reported encounters the ones who stood out in my mind were always the people who were serious and sincere. I rarely picked up new ideas or information from the Hollywood descriptions. I did find some incredible information from the serious calmer more direct reports. Usually as soon as a report is given to me where people had lovely tours in comfortable UFO’s by fuzzy cute creatures promising world peace, I am yawning and have long placed down my pen.

I am concerned however how many people are drawn to the very dangerous wing of those who use this subject of the unknown as a game or place for attention and silliness. I would have no difficulty with any of it if they called themselves fantasy, fiction or even based on some truth ideas or stories concerning the UFO Alien subject. I do find it on the edge of being problematic when this subject matter of unknown science (which may be one day be extremely important during our life times) is dealt with in the same consideration as Sponge Bobs Square Pants, or a new Men in Black movie.

I have talked with many human beings who have had contact with beings that were not human. I am not talking about those who make up their adventure as they go -placing cute little hooded outfits on cuddly little Yoda type creatures that enlightened them with the wisdom of the ages. I am talking about people who were terrified beyond words, sometimes burned or harmed who had experiences truly of the unknown and with beings not of our world.

I thought about those who have encountered non-human creatures and realized a common tread ran through many of the sightings. First and foremost I did not find many who were willing to relive another experience if they could help it. I found many if not most frightened and uncomfortable about the ordeal and reluctant to discuss it. I found most people were left with physical reactions starting at dull headaches to full-blown wounds, cuts and burns on their bodies. Others were marked or implanted with small items while still others found odd items in their possessions they feared planted during their encounters. I did not find any descriptions from the people I believed had real experiences that related to a Hollywood set, or a Disney ride or movie. Not by people who actually had a real unknown encounter. You can visit dozens of outlandish chat rooms, sites and groups to easily find those so called abduction experiences.

Why does the public, need to have this serious subject of other life forms so sugared down and fluffed up before they will look at it? Is it incredible fear of these subjects? Is the idea of other life forms, of actual UFO”S and beings that are not human so terrifying that a huge spoon full of sugar is needed to make the reality go down?

From what I have found both by way of investigations, interviews and my own experiences -Aliens are not cute and cuddly little stuffed animals that are here to bring you happiness love and wealth. Aliens do not seem to care what happens to us. I see no reason to think that it would be another life forms agenda or business to fix what is going on here on our planet. I do think that job is our own. I do know that when they look they see a world out of balance with food shelter wealth and health for some yet death starvation war, disease and genocide for others. It is hard to think they would have a view of this planet being in its own control by way of the condition of the over all planet and the human species. Does that seem harsh to you? Maybe a visit to Africa, the mid east or many of the poor villages in the Far East would change your mind. I can tell you as beautiful as our earth is for many of us it can be a living hell for many others. I know I have seen it.

The number one fact you need to accept before you fantasy all your thought out reasoning and theories on Aliens is this- ALIENS ARE NOT HUMAN.

Don’t just brush past that remark and go about your endless rants of why and what and how you see the Alien Agenda unless you can understand what I am telling you. Aliens are not Humans. They do not think like you. They do not feel like you. They do not understand emotion, or love or want or desire. They do not care if you hurt or starve or live or die. They are not a human, they do not think like a human nor feel or desire any of the things you do. Aliens may not relate to hate or greed or need. Aliens are more advanced technology wise but that does not mean they have the same spiritual makeup or compassion we possess. Perhaps Aliens long ago combined their biological parts with machines and lost part of the soul along the way. Maybe the creatures that visit our planets are only machines and have no interest in anything other than the mission they were sent to do. Aliens may be pure logic or energy. Aliens may be one of a million things however the ONE THING THEY ARE NOT IS HUMAN.

I understand how terrifying it is to deal with something that is not human, is not of earth and that is in full control when you are faced with dealing with them. I am not alone in this knowledge and I can only try to shake you into the understanding that you are sadly mistaken if you believe for even a second these beings possess human traits. If we as humans are ever going to be able to accept and understand other life forms we MUST stop insisting they possess human characteristics and qualities.

Of course I understand that space is non-ending and the life forms out there may be complex and many. I also understand that if they wanted to be part of our existence more than they already are, they would be. We can barely get off this planet- can you really grasp the difference in technology and advancement of these visiting beings compared to the little advances we are finally starting to develop. With that said understand that there is no rule written said that because these beings are more advanced science and technology wise than we are that they are more advanced spiritually or even yet have experienced the soul. We truly have no understanding of what we are dealing with, as it is for us completely the Unknown. I often wonder what it is that seems to interest them about us and always come back with one answer. Our emotions and souls. I think the word love is as unknown to them as is the method of travel they have conquered is to us.

Do any of you consider the idea that if they are much older than we that they also are most likely planetary in nature or even complete solar systems that are working as one species. By this I mean working as we do as one nation they work as one world or solar system. We are still fighting each other on the same planet much less combined as a planet system that looks towards other planet or solar system races to co- exist with. I think we have miles to go before we could even conceive what these beings must be like. Do they have emotion or are they total logic? Do they have family units or do they self reproduce? Do they share our chemical makeup’s or are they made from that which we yet have any concept or idea?

These are the things humans need to consider. The one thing that is a must for earthlings is to STOP GIVING ALIENS HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS. Aliens are not human; please stop thinking up all human reasons why they do things or why they behave as they do or even what they may look like. Has it not occurred to you that just as we need protection from atmospheres or simply extremes by way of protective suits, so may the Aliens. Maybe the grays, blues, whites, and reptiles are all protective skins or suits leaving us with no idea what these creatures truly look like. They may look like bugs with exterior skeletons or fish or be solid light or energy. The combination of ideas is endless just like our universe.

I think it is time we started to act like grown ups with a new frontier filled with great unknowns ahead of us and stop acting like dim wits watching a cartoon show or good fiction movie.

Unknown crafts and beings are out there. We have no idea what they want or when they will allow us to know them. All we do know is that they are in the drivers seat concerning our relationship with us and THEY ARE NOT HUMAN! Don’t you think it is time we started treating them that way?

Next time you find yourself dealing with this subject consider my words and take heed of them. There may well be a day you find yourself facing your own experience of the unknown. Please do so with intelligence and care. You will find it far wiser to arm yourself with the best knowledge you can in life. This subject is no different. My advice to those who may find themselves in the middle of the unknown is to always seek out other humans, lights and safety. Never willingly give yourself over to the unknown and if you find yourself in one, stay calm, and find your way back to safety as soon as you’re able. Foremost always pay attention to your surroundings, and be careful out there.

Be careful out there and pay attention to your surroundings.

♥ Copyright © 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

The Alien Giving Rides to Chatters!

One day I decided to roam the science chat rooms to see what was going on in the Paranormal Internet forums. I came across a room with about 25 people in it. It was called Alien something or other. I entered the room in the midst of a woman giving an address over the microphone for all in the room to hear. I thought it odd as such a move could surely prove extremely dangerous. The Internet is the new Wild West, after all, and potential danger lurks behind each and every door. I didn’t think people would take a chance at doing something like this.

I listened and yes, she was announcing her address and phone number in the open chat room!

I decided to stay a while to see what this was all about. As soon as this first woman released the microphone another was on it and she too was not only giving her address but also spelling it so there would be no mistake. She repeated her telephone number twice and then typed all the information into the chat room for all to see. I wondered what in the world could be going on.

As I watched and listened I heard a small monotone male voice begin to speak. He sounded as if he were standing too far from his microphone. He had a very slight hint of an accent. I could not distinguish what kind of accent he had but the hint of it was there. I adjusted my own headphones to hear him. He sounded distant and bland. He started to talk about “being there within the hour” after he drops offline. The others were asking questions in type: Will you be alone? Will you come in your craft? How long will you stay? Questions like that.

I still could not figure out what was going on. I decided to simply ask. I went to the voice option and asked the room, “So room, what is going on today?” I was told we were in the presence of an honored guest and I should wait my turn. Wait my turn? What were they doing? Maybe this man was sending out free books or a CD. I sat back and listened.

The man returned to the microphone and started to tell this room full of people that he picked out only “special” people. He said he could see us all clearly and knew which of us were special. I thought, oh--he must be giving out free readings or some such thing.

He then started to talk about the place he supposedly “came from.” He told the room it was dry and cool at his homeland. I thought he must not come from around where I live. I continued to listen, still being a bit dense myself. He then said the big difference between his home and ours is that his sky is green rather than blue. That is when I did my first big HUH?

He continued to give a description of this fantasy landscape and talked about hut-like glass houses and sand-powered hover cars. I could not figure out what was going on. I sat and listened with care. The man talking in a very faint low whisper talked about a place far different then the world I knew. We did not have green skies, nor did we time travel in large orbs with our children back in time as a history class.

This man talked about a world that did not use money or have hospitals, as none of his kind was ever ill. He talked of sciences we did not have and places we have not seen.

I listened to him as I watched the reaction of the people in this chat room with total amazement. No matter what this person said they took it as absolute truth. Not one person questioned him or seemed wary of him in any way. I found the entire encounter odd and uncomfortable.

What was extremely disturbing was that this man would stop his recital of another universal home with demands the people in the room supply him with personal information. He wanted addresses, phone numbers and full names. He wanted to know if they lived alone or had close friends or family near?

This person frightened me, however the others seemed hypnotized by his every word.

I listened as a few of the people in this room took turns on the voice option telling the others that they did have this ‘Alien’ visit them in their homes and that he was a gift to them and healed them of illness, saved them from crisis’s and took them on rides in a orb type craft far out into space where they viewed the earth and moon from a distance.

They talked about him as if he were a god. I felt fear and danger as this situation unfolded right in front of me.

The people were lined up for voice time and madly typing their private information into this public chat room. The Alien person continued to talk about his planet of sand and neon colors where there was no aggression, no poverty and from what it sounded like no joy. I could not help but notice the cold mechanical lifeless way this being sounded. He had no life, no light, and no expression in his communication. It was as if he was a machine reading a scripted play about an enchanted land.

I realized that this person, being, thing- had been doing this for some time and that others had already had some type of interaction with him. I also noticed that those giving witness to his visits sounded cold and dry. They seemed to be as emotionless as he was.

The people in the chat room would not allow me to speak on the microphone. I was blocked as this man creature and his followers dominated the voice option.

I was able to type into the room. I started to question this man about his intentions. Why did he want all their private information? Why did he need to know if they were alone? If he were a true Alien why did he need our primitive form of communication at all? Couldn’t he detect where the computers were located without being told?

I asked as many questions as I could. I knew this was a bad situation and tried to get those being over taken by this man to think about how odd and dangerous this was.

The Alien was becoming agitated with my constant questions and told me to stop interrupting the meeting of beings. Meeting of beings? Again I questioned this man, what meeting of which beings?

He told me that he had been visiting this planet for a long time and was only allowed to interact with humans that fully and willingly gave their permission for him to visit with them. He told me he met many people via the chat room system and often would visit four or five a night all over the world all from one visit to this chat room.

I became very concerned that this was some horrid scam where good people may end up robbed or far worse missing. I started to plead with the people not to give this person their information. I begged them to investigate anyone claiming to be able to visit four different places on earth in one night as an incredulous statement and begged them to seek out proof of his claims before giving this stranger their information.

Two people came onto the voice option and told me that both of them were the proof needed. The one person claimed to live in England, the other Las Vegas. They swore this being; this man with the whisper of a voice visited them within one hour of each other just the week before.

I could not convince the people that this was impossible and that all of these people may be in some kind of scheme together. In my heart I also feared that there was some truth to this outrageous story and that this man was something from somewhere else and was visiting these people. I also had a feeling deep in my soul that told me this was a bad event and that he was not a good being.

I could not stop what was going on. I could not snap the people out of the stupor this man seemed to have them in. They continued like robots to line up to give him their information and all begged him to visit them next. It was in my mind a living nightmare.

What happened next is hard to explain. An odd sound started to come over the sound into this chat room. At first I thought it was some kind of music but then it sounded like a code of beeps and static.

Although I was glued to the screen and what was going on in this chat room, I cannot explain how it all ended. I was sitting there one second listening and watching and the next I was sitting looking at an ad for swimwear! I looked and blinked and was completely stunned. Where did the room go, I was even closed out of the chat system!

I tried to quickly return to the chat area and find the room but found my computer locked and my efforts fruitless to do anything other then shut down my computer.

I did manage to get back on line and did go back to search for that room but it was gone. I looked around the other rooms in that section of rooms to see if I could locate the people who were in that room but had no luck at all.

I went back the next day and searched for that room and those people but found nothing. I contacted the chat service and told them I thought it was a dangerous room, but was basically ignored. I looked for weeks to see if he came back, but never did see him or his room again.

I have thought about that experience often since it occurred in 2004. I do not know what that man was doing. I do know he was dangerous, or if he was some type of creature, he was not a good one!

I do know it happened and that the people involved willingly placed them and those around them in danger. This story had no good ending. This man was either a criminal setting up people for some evil wrong doing or some strange being using people for some strange purpose. I do know he sent chills down my spine and set my danger radar spinning.

I hope all of you stay alert and know that the Internet can be a wonderful place of learning and sharing. It can also be a dangerous land for those with evil intentions and maybe even Alien or other creature needs and uses.

Never ever set yourself up for the unknown with the unknown. You could end up missing, robbed or god knows waking up on a planet with green skies and emotionless beings.

I do not know what happened that day to those people or who or what that being was controlling them in that chat room. I do know the entire event made my skin crawl. Be careful out there!

♥ Copyright © 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

Vatican Cracks Down, ....

I have something up at UFO-Mary about the Vatican's recent cracking down on those who experience Marian Apparitions. It's a bit chilling.

Bush/Cheny pushed through, even in their last, gasping days, their agenda to continue the wolf slaughter.

Lesley posted a couple of interesting photographs she took in Washington of the BVM with orbs.

I comment about the hilarity of the so-called UFO Iconoclasts bloggers and their ridiculous assertion I, along with Lesley and Lehmberg, are "bringing down UFOlogy."

My musings on 2012 on Binnall of America.While there at Tim Binnall's, be sure to read Richelle Hawks, Tina Sena, Richard Thompson, Lesley and everyone else! Also listen to the great podcasts.

Lastly, my Mothman's Photographer III by Andrew Colvin, arrived today! I am so excited, I've only read the forward by Nick Redfern and leafed through it, but it promises to be great.