Anything's possible in this age of Photoshop and CGI, but before all that came some pretty crazy pictures. Whether you believe or not, these possibly extraterrestrial newspaper sensations, seen by many and photographed by few, mark some of the world's greatest mysteries.
The Battle of Los Angeles Los Angeles, 1942: Just three months after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, this incident occurred between February 24th and 25th, when an unidentified flying object was spotted over Los Angeles. Assumed to be another air strike from Japan, the UFO sparked a massive anti-aircraft military attack. The the true identity of the object is still unknown today.
The Lubbock Lights An unusual formation of lights flew over Lubbock, Texas in 1951. Spotted by three professors from Texas Technical College and later photographed by a student, the 'UFO' featured 20 and 30 lights that flew overhead in a "V" formation. The sighting was so popular and highly publicized that the photos and story appeared in Life Magazine in 1952.
The Washington D.C. Incident First spotted on an air traffic controller's radar, seven objects moved in unusual flight patterns that witnesses called bright orange lights. The most publicized sightings occurred in consecutive weekends with the objects moving over the White House. The incident was so publicized it prompted President Truman to demand an explanation.
Ghost Rockets Sweden, 1946: Over 2,000 "Ghost Rockets" were sighted over from August 9th to August 11th by hundreds of witnesses. The rockets were assumed to be meteors, but UFO talk arose because many sightings occurred during broad daylight while the rockets were described as moving slowly and horizontally, and, sometimes, were followed by strange noises.
The Belgian UFO Wave This series of sightings lasted from November 1989 to April 1990, with 143 witnessed accounts on the first night. The unknown objects were tracked on radar by the Belgian Air Force and described as black triangles with bright lights that would change color. The Belgian Air Force still offers no explanation for the objects.
Roswell, New Mexico The most famous UFO incident and suspected Government cover-up occurred in 1947. Recovered debris from an alien aircraft (or experimental high-altitude surveillance balloon as is claimed) was found in the desert of New Mexico, beginning one of the biggest controversies and mysteries in U.S. history.
See photos here.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
UFO spotted at Virginia amusement park
NEWPORT NEWS, Va. (WAVY) - Denna Smith is a writer who hopes to work with Tyler Perry someday, but, she says, even she couldn't make this story up.
"We were like what is that, we were all stopped and we were astonished," said Smith.
Smith and her family were at Kings Dominion when they saw a black floating ring in the sky. "Is this the end of the world, what is going on?" Smith wondered.
Kings Dominion says the ring is smoke from a ride called Volcano. UFO investigator, Cameron Pack, agreed. Pack said he'd be convinced it was just smoke if it weren't for pictures of a similar sighting at Fort Belvoir, taken sometime in the 1950s.
Smith says she's positive it wasn't smoke.
"Smoke usually looks smokey and cloudy. This ring of smoke was a perfect circle. It was lined up so tight like it was a cut in the middle of the sky," said Smith. She also doesn't think it was a UFO.
"It was like a sign, God gives you signs and I just felt like that was a sign and I'm not sure what that sign meant but it meant a great deal to my family because when we got home we all got in line and prayed together. We were freaking out," Smith continued.
Pack says he plans to follow up with Kings Dominion. Smith thinks his investigation could turn up something.
"I still believe it is still out there we just don't know where it went," said Smith.
Source
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Multiple UFO Sightings in Northwest Missouri spark MUFON investigations
Missouri Mutual UFO Network (MUFON) state section director Margie Kay is reporting an increase in UFO sightings reports.
The following was released by Kay on June 12.
A rash of UFO sightings in the greater Kansas City area have prompted investigations by Mutual UFO Network field investigators. Sightings in St. Joseph, Kansas City, Independence, Sedalia, and Warrensburg from December 31 to the present have increased in number.
Some of the more spectacular sightings are as follows:
Two Warrensburg women witnessed a large circular unidentified object on the evening of December 31, 2008 and the morning of January 1, 2008. Christina Cooper, a professional photographer, and her friend reported the sighting to MUFON. A third witness, who wishes to remain anonymous, and who was in a different location, spoke to the investigator by phone. The sighting occurred on the evening of December 31 at 6:30 PM and again at 12:30 and 1:30 AM on January 1. The object was circular in shape, reported to be close to the road, approximately 60 feet off the ground and had several bright white lights on it. It landed at one point on 50 Hwy.
Since the unidentified object may have been in the area for several hours, it is possible that other people saw it. The locations are Hwy 13 North of Warrensburg and south of I-70, and Hwy 50 between Kansas City and Warrensburg.
In March a UFO was spotted by several college professors in St. Joseph, Missouri, who viewed the object through a telescope. Two of the witnesses made drawings of the object, which were large orange fireballs in a tear-drop shape. The UFO moved away and disappeared.
In late May a large oval object was spotted traveling from South to North from the UMKC campus in Kansas City, and in June a large cigar-shaped silver UFO was witnessed in Sedalia by 20 people standing in an Applebee’s parking lot.
Many other sightings have been sent to the KC MUFON office, some of which were not reported to the official MUFON database.
Source
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Dancers
Yes, I know its getting dark, and I know its getting cold, but just come over here for a minute. It wont take much of your time. There's something I want to show you, someone I'd like you to meet.
Come on. Humor an old man who needs to tell his secret.
It's just there, behind the church. Yes, in the older graveyard. You're not afraid are you? I promise, there's nothing here that would ever hurt you.
Not you.
Watch out for the moss on the stones. Some of the slimier varieties can get embedded in your clothes, and it's murder trying to get it out.
Just about there is usually the best spot. Stand quietly now - let your eyes get adjusted to the dark. You'll soon see why I brought you here.
There she is.
Do you see her? She's standing right there. Look - in front of the large grey angel, just to the left of the patch of moonlight, almost underneath the old elm. Yes, there, beside the largest headstone.
My beautiful Sarah. Forever young, forever twenty.
See how the red of her hair glows like a burning firebrand, a halo around the white perfection of her face. And look - she's wearing the dress. The one I bought her for the dance, the last dance of our youth.
Three pounds two and sixpence that dress cost me - more than a week's wages in those days. Times have changed, haven't they? My mother told me that I was mad, spending all that money on a slip of a girl who was no better than she should be. But I knew that she was worth every penny.
I was drunk with the delight that danced in her eyes when she tried it on, swaying her hips to get the full effect from the long flowing pleats. I can still remember even now, fifty odd years and many strangers' kisses later, the sweet honeyed taste of her lips as she thanked me, the pressure of her hands on my back as we embraced.
I wish she would touch me now. Just one touch, to bring us together at the end. If only she could see me. I have so much that I've never told her.
How still she is, how composed. The wind refuses to ruffle her, the rain refuses to dampen her, the earth refuses to cling to her. Yet there's something more.
Look closer. She breathes; she blinks; her lips part and then connect, but there's no steam. Not like you and I, standing here puffing at each other. It may be almost winter here, but for her it's late summer, always summer.
Those lips. How deep and red and enticing they were that night, glistening moistly as she looked up at me. Smiling, dancing, laughing, we moved across the dance floor. We were young; the war had barely touched us, and I was in love for the very first time. The night held the prospect of many new pleasures.
And then he arrived.
I knew he was going to be trouble. Right from the start I could see what he was. American, charming, arrogant and different. Hello excitement, goodbye dependability. In the space of a minute I'd lost her forever.
Shall I tell you how it happened?
He butted in on our dance. Just barged right in, excused himself, and then off they went, whirling round the floor in a flurry of legs and feet and arms. I tried to stop him as they came round again, but he had all the advantages - height, weight, diet, composure and training - while I merely had my rage.
Afterwards, as I lay there on the floor, my tongue counting teeth as my handkerchief vainly tried to soak up blood, I heard a laugh. Looking up through eyes which had already begun to puff up, I saw her. Only six feet away, but already distant, clinging to the conqueror. Her hair made a red scar where it fell on her shoulder, and in that moment I knew what I would have to do.
Can you see? She's moving. But watch. Do her legs bend? Does she walk like you or me? Or does she glide, smooth and silent like a great white owl? Listen. Can you hear any gravel being trodden underfoot? Or is there only you and me and silence?
You can't tell, can you? She deceives the brain, but doesn't brook too much attention. Try not to look too closely - set your mind on other matters.
Ah yes. The chiming. It must be eight o'clock again. Do you think she's able to hear? She'll be heading for the wall. When she reaches it she'll rest her elbows and look over there, to the field on the left, where the airfield used to be.
I remember the women, silent, waiting, listening for the sounds which would tell them that their men were coming back. They used to peel off one at a time as the planes returned, until only a few were left, watching and waiting and wondering.
See how the moonbeams dance around her, making her glow. So white, so brilliant, so pure. And no shadow to taint the vision.
He was corrupting her. I could see that, even from the few glimpses I had of them together. There they were, laughing and giggling like a pair of kids fresh out of school. And kissing! In public! Right there on the main street for all too see, and again, later, in the pub, flaunting themselves in front of me.
Of course she had stockings. And lipstick. And chocolate. And cigarettes. The price of her innocence, the wages of sin.
I hoped that I wouldn't be too late, that she was still capable of being saved. I watched. I waited. I planned. He continued with her destruction, but soon I'd have my turn.
See how she moves between the stones, not attempting to pass through them. Does she look solid to you? You can't see through her, not like in the books or the films. Do you think that if I went over there and put out my hand she'd be able to take it, be able to feel? Would she notice that I was there?
I have often, over the years, thought about why she returns. It is only now, when I'm near my own end, that I'm able to look at it dispassionately. Maybe, when I go to join her, we'll both understand.
Did you know that I used to be a mechanic? Well I was, and a good one at that. It was easy. I already had the run of the airfield, so it was simple to wangle myself in on the servicing of his plane. Once I had spent five minutes aboard, it was only a matter of waiting for the next flight.
I was subtle though. I didn't want the plane blowing up over land; not over England anyway. My work might have been noticed. No, the explosion would occur only when the plane climbed to more than one thousand feet. That should do it. By the time it reached that height it would be well out over the channel.
He took it out the very night day.
Look. She's reached the wall. See how her elbows stay white, despite the damp and moss and stone? Her eyes will be moist. Will those tears be real? Could I perhaps touch them? Touch them and somehow feel her pain?
The next day I saw the flight take off, twelve planes slowly gathering in formation before beginning their long climb into the sky. I watched them until they rose into the clouds, then listened as they droned away. Was there an explosion? Did the droning lessen? I never did find out.
Whether I'm a murderer or not, he never came back, and I never lost the guilt.
Later that day, when the sky was once more filled with sound, the women left the wall, one by one, until she was the only one remaining, trying to pierce the clouds as she peered avidly eastwards, willing him to return.
I stood, just about here, and watched, cursing her for her devotion, cursing him for his hold on her, as darkness fell and the skies grew silent.
It was late summer, and the temperature was dropping rapidly. A light drizzle began to fall, chilling me to the bone.
And still she waited, and still I watched.
See it. There's the cigarette. How ungainly it looks in those pearl white fingers. It burns - there's a good quarter of an inch of ash on the end - but there's no smoke, no smell.
He started her off on that habit. She'd told me that morning that she did it because it made her look like a real lady. As if she'd not been a lady before that. It made me angry, so angry that I could watch no longer.
See how she turns, surprised. Now she'll look confused for a second. Then she'll see that it's only me; only the young, fresh faced, solid, dependable me.
Watch closely now. You may just catch the disappointment as it flits across her face. Look, she turns her back again, returns to her vigil.
One look and I was consigned to despair. I grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her around to face me, demanding that she explain herself. She struggled in my arms but I held on as we moved around in a parody of a waltz; held her as she screamed, her once-beautiful lips contorted in rage.
She pulled away once more, and this time she was too strong for me to hold on to her. Surprised to be free so easily, she lost her balance.
I reached out desperately for her as she fell, slowly, slowly, towards the unyielding gravestones. And then came the sound, the one I hear late at night in my dreams, the sound of her neck as it broke.
So now we wait, she for a sweetheart who will never return, me for an end to the guilt and the hope of forgiveness. Which of us is more dead?
And the time passes and I watch, every night, as she dances, just for me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
The truth about Roswell?
UFO watchers believe that in 1947 a flying saucer with aliens on board landed outside the New Mexico town of Roswell and that an elaborate cover-up by the authorities followed. The BBC's Kevin Connolly went to Roswell in pursuit of the truth about the Roswell incident.
There is a lunar quality to the landscape of New Mexico which seems somehow appropriate for a state which is our portal to the heavens.
It is here on a dried-up lake bed high above sea level that the radio telescopes of the US government's Very Large Array (VLA) receive signals from the outer edges of our expanding universe, chasing the very moment of the Big Bang through the trackless void of time and space.
And of course it is also here - perhaps - that 62 years ago a flying-saucer crashed to earth on a ranch outside the town of Roswell, killing its alien crew and prompting one of the most elaborate and protracted cover-ups in history.
The power of that possibility and the darkness of the nights here so far from the light pollution of the big cities are what draw scientists and curious tourists alike to this entrancing place.
And it is what motivates watchers of the skies to keep, well, watching the skies, obviously.
Alien ambiguity
If UFO true-believers are right, then nothing much that has happened on our tiny, fragile planet in the years since that stormy summer's night really matters very much.
What, after all, would Watergate, or Vietnam or Iraq amount to if we could establish that the US government knew for sure that we are not alone in the universe?
Most of the big questions about alien life and UFOs can be traced back to Roswell - not least the issue of how life-forms from another civilisation have such an uncanny sense of when the tourist industry in a small US town could use a shot in the arm.
Are we really alone in the heavens, for example, and if we are not, do the civilisations with which we share the heavens mean us any harm?
Is it just a coincidence that aliens have never managed to find an earth-dweller who knows how to operate his own camera properly?
And why, if you have journeyed light years across the unknowable vastness of the heavens, would you confine yourself to a fleeting and ambiguous appearance before a handful of New Mexican ranchers?
Why not go the extra mile and find a research institute of some kind - unless our visitors have a sense of humour, of course.
But we are getting ahead of ourselves.
Let us return to that stormy summer New Mexican night in 1947 when the story of the UFO landing first broke.
It was a world of tension and uncertainty.
The United States had detonated the first atom bombs - they were developed just up the road at Los Alamos, New Mexico - and was uneasily aware that the Soviet Union, its increasingly hostile former ally, had nuclear ambitions of its own. The Cold War was just beginning.
'Switcheroo'
Roswell was in those days the home base of the 509th Bombardment Group of the US Eighth Army Air Force.
Most of the boys in the 509th were combat veterans and when they were tasked to investigate reports of some kind of landing on a ranch a short distance away it seems reasonable to assume they were not too excited at first. That soon changed.
When they got the material back to base, they quickly concluded they were onto something historic.
Their first press release talked of the recovery of a flying saucer - it was only when the suits descended from Washington that the tone of the official communiques changed.
The base intelligence officer who was tasked with taking the wreckage to another base reports leaving it in an office there and returning a few minutes later to find that the space debris he had brought had been replaced with parts of a weather balloon.
The fix was in. Faced with evidence of one of the most significant events in human history the American authorities had responded by pulling the old switcheroo.
One account of those days comes from Julie Shuster, whose father was the press officer at the Roswell base.
She now runs the museum in the town which is the focal point for the local UFO industry (it is on a street where the street lights have been decorated so that they look like alien heads).
For Julie there is a simple issue in all of this which goes back to the version of events her father passed on to her.
"My daddy didn't lie. My father saw the bodies, my father saw the craft," she says.
"He saw bodies - large heads, almond shaped eyes... and material that couldn't be burnt, ripped, cut - anything."
'Majestic 12'
It is not quite so personal for the other true believers in the incident.
Dennis Balthaser, for example, is a retired civil engineer who is perhaps the most meticulous researcher of the Roswell incident.
He has spent years (and thousands of dollars of his own money) tracing every witness and every player from that night in 1947 and is convinced that there was a landing.
But he is at his most compelling when talking about the cover-up which follows.
Dennis lives in a rather frightening world where the US government would be perfectly happy to murder anyone (including him) who got too close to the truth.
He believes the US is really governed by a kind of secret committee of senior military and intelligence officials with the president serving as a kind of hired hand to deal with the public.
"Basically he can't be trusted with information like this" says Dennis.
"Back in Truman's time, we're looking at a thing called 'majestic 12', which was a group of some of the highest military people, some of the highest dignitary people we had. I believe today we still have a group similar to that that calls the shots."
Even before I met Dennis, I knew he believed that space travellers helped build the pyramids - where I, for example, am more inclined to the view that they are probably the work of Egyptians.
I expected to find him hopelessly naive - but the funny thing is he is so lucid and convincing that I left feeling rather naive myself.
(And in case you were wondering - if anyone ever lifts a quote from this article to promote a book or a DVD it will be that previous sentence.)
Missing balloon?
But here is the problem.
I mentioned before that New Mexico is a place where real science and Roswell science-lite co-exist.
And it is in that proximity that our explanation probably lies.
At the VLA (that centre of government radio telescopy) they will tell you that around the time of the crash, the US government was sending up special high-altitude weather balloons made of a then-classified material.
They were looking for atmospheric evidence that the Russians were testing their own nuclear bomb.
On the night of the Roswell incident, one of those balloons went missing.
Until, perhaps, it was found by the boys of the 509th.
And all that stuff about alien bodies being recovered and autopsies being performed? Well I leave you to speculate about that for yourselves.
If you find all that a little disappointing then you can always employ the debating technique favoured by UFO true believers - the deployment of questions designed to expose the lack of absolute certainty in almost all human affairs.
How do you know, for example, that there really is not a government department 27 layers above top secret tasked with keeping an eye on these things?
Perhaps they insist that articles like this are submitted to them for screening before publication.
And maybe this is not the script I originally wrote and submitted - just the script they sent back.
You could hardly blame me for giving in - I am sure you would not want to find my bleached bones left out in the desert, would you?
All I am saying is - keep watching the skies.
Source
There is a lunar quality to the landscape of New Mexico which seems somehow appropriate for a state which is our portal to the heavens.
 Roswell's International UFO Museum is a big draw for tourists |
And of course it is also here - perhaps - that 62 years ago a flying-saucer crashed to earth on a ranch outside the town of Roswell, killing its alien crew and prompting one of the most elaborate and protracted cover-ups in history.
The power of that possibility and the darkness of the nights here so far from the light pollution of the big cities are what draw scientists and curious tourists alike to this entrancing place.
And it is what motivates watchers of the skies to keep, well, watching the skies, obviously.
Alien ambiguity
If UFO true-believers are right, then nothing much that has happened on our tiny, fragile planet in the years since that stormy summer's night really matters very much.
What, after all, would Watergate, or Vietnam or Iraq amount to if we could establish that the US government knew for sure that we are not alone in the universe?
Most of the big questions about alien life and UFOs can be traced back to Roswell - not least the issue of how life-forms from another civilisation have such an uncanny sense of when the tourist industry in a small US town could use a shot in the arm.
 |
Is it just a coincidence that aliens have never managed to find an earth-dweller who knows how to operate his own camera properly?
And why, if you have journeyed light years across the unknowable vastness of the heavens, would you confine yourself to a fleeting and ambiguous appearance before a handful of New Mexican ranchers?
Why not go the extra mile and find a research institute of some kind - unless our visitors have a sense of humour, of course.
But we are getting ahead of ourselves.
Let us return to that stormy summer New Mexican night in 1947 when the story of the UFO landing first broke.
It was a world of tension and uncertainty.
The United States had detonated the first atom bombs - they were developed just up the road at Los Alamos, New Mexico - and was uneasily aware that the Soviet Union, its increasingly hostile former ally, had nuclear ambitions of its own. The Cold War was just beginning.
'Switcheroo'
Roswell was in those days the home base of the 509th Bombardment Group of the US Eighth Army Air Force.
Most of the boys in the 509th were combat veterans and when they were tasked to investigate reports of some kind of landing on a ranch a short distance away it seems reasonable to assume they were not too excited at first. That soon changed.
When they got the material back to base, they quickly concluded they were onto something historic.
Their first press release talked of the recovery of a flying saucer - it was only when the suits descended from Washington that the tone of the official communiques changed.
The base intelligence officer who was tasked with taking the wreckage to another base reports leaving it in an office there and returning a few minutes later to find that the space debris he had brought had been replaced with parts of a weather balloon.
 Dennis Balthaser believes the US government covered up a UFO crash |
One account of those days comes from Julie Shuster, whose father was the press officer at the Roswell base.
She now runs the museum in the town which is the focal point for the local UFO industry (it is on a street where the street lights have been decorated so that they look like alien heads).
For Julie there is a simple issue in all of this which goes back to the version of events her father passed on to her.
"My daddy didn't lie. My father saw the bodies, my father saw the craft," she says.
"He saw bodies - large heads, almond shaped eyes... and material that couldn't be burnt, ripped, cut - anything."
'Majestic 12'
It is not quite so personal for the other true believers in the incident.
Dennis Balthaser, for example, is a retired civil engineer who is perhaps the most meticulous researcher of the Roswell incident.
He has spent years (and thousands of dollars of his own money) tracing every witness and every player from that night in 1947 and is convinced that there was a landing.
|  Basically [the president] can't be trusted with information like this  Dennis Balthaser Roswell researcher |
Dennis lives in a rather frightening world where the US government would be perfectly happy to murder anyone (including him) who got too close to the truth.
He believes the US is really governed by a kind of secret committee of senior military and intelligence officials with the president serving as a kind of hired hand to deal with the public.
"Basically he can't be trusted with information like this" says Dennis.
"Back in Truman's time, we're looking at a thing called 'majestic 12', which was a group of some of the highest military people, some of the highest dignitary people we had. I believe today we still have a group similar to that that calls the shots."
Even before I met Dennis, I knew he believed that space travellers helped build the pyramids - where I, for example, am more inclined to the view that they are probably the work of Egyptians.
I expected to find him hopelessly naive - but the funny thing is he is so lucid and convincing that I left feeling rather naive myself.
(And in case you were wondering - if anyone ever lifts a quote from this article to promote a book or a DVD it will be that previous sentence.)
Missing balloon?
But here is the problem.
I mentioned before that New Mexico is a place where real science and Roswell science-lite co-exist.
And it is in that proximity that our explanation probably lies.
At the VLA (that centre of government radio telescopy) they will tell you that around the time of the crash, the US government was sending up special high-altitude weather balloons made of a then-classified material.
They were looking for atmospheric evidence that the Russians were testing their own nuclear bomb.
On the night of the Roswell incident, one of those balloons went missing.
Until, perhaps, it was found by the boys of the 509th.
And all that stuff about alien bodies being recovered and autopsies being performed? Well I leave you to speculate about that for yourselves.
If you find all that a little disappointing then you can always employ the debating technique favoured by UFO true believers - the deployment of questions designed to expose the lack of absolute certainty in almost all human affairs.
How do you know, for example, that there really is not a government department 27 layers above top secret tasked with keeping an eye on these things?
Perhaps they insist that articles like this are submitted to them for screening before publication.
And maybe this is not the script I originally wrote and submitted - just the script they sent back.
You could hardly blame me for giving in - I am sure you would not want to find my bleached bones left out in the desert, would you?
All I am saying is - keep watching the skies.
Source
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Incubus Demon Stalker
Since October 13th 2008, what started out as a reoccurring Incubus appearing in my dreams has crossed over into real life, resulting in a terrifying experience in my bedroom on Saturday, February 7th 2009 at around 9:25pm. I know that this site doesn't want to hear about dreams, but this demonic/ghostly figure that I was attacked by seems to have come straight out of the dreams I had prior. I am writing about this now, because I wonder if anyone else has ever had a similar experience? It started out like this:
On October 13th 2008, I had the first dream of this incubus and in it he was performing sexual sadomasochistic acts on some women who desired it. He even killed one in the process. When he had finished with them it was like he was the nicest guy to talk to. I have no idea why I would be seeing this but he began hanging out with me like a friend. I was even shocked about his change in mannerism and mentioned to him; "You seem nice though." And he shook his head a little and with a wicked grin he corrected me with; "Friendly". Even though I did see the kind of wickedness he did, I tried to be friendly myself and said; "Even so, for some reason I like you still." But perhaps I should never have said that to this Incubus? As the dream progressed to my alarm he was walking me home at night. I was becoming afraid because I began to fear that at any moment he could suddenly try to hurt me. I wanted to get away from him somehow. Just then a blast of lightning came down from the night sky behind me from the East, and struck the spot where the Incubus was standing. However he leapt back about 10ft. Quickly avoiding the bolt. I watched this with surprise as the Incubus ran away to take cover somewhere. Suddenly to my right side came down three Angels in white, they looked alike.
They were armed with various weapons that threw lightning bolts and they looked beautiful and dangerous. I didn't want to get caught up in any supernatural Angel/Devil fighting so I turned to my left and was about to hurry out of the way when one of the three Angels grabbed my right arm, slightly below my elbow, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at the one who grabbed me and he was looking at me sternly and said; "Come on..." Something inside me told me not to say a word and just "Obey". So I followed his command and walked over to the three Angels and the one who had grabbed me turned around and instructed me to climb onto his back or at least take hold of it. I obeyed and was transported away from that Incubus and later found myself in some airport terminal or some kind of public place. I get this cell phone call and when I answer it, it's the Incubus and he's yelling at me; "Why did you go with them?" I remember saying; "I didn't think arguing with Angels was wise." Does he think he's my boyfriend of something? Anyhow that was the end of that dream.
Now around January 9th 2009, the second dream I had of this Incubus was where he threatened me. In the dream I found myself at night standing at the side of a main street close to where I live at around 4am. There were no cars in sight because of the hour, and I think I was about to cross the street or I was waiting for someone. When I see this billboard advertising a concert coming up that I really wanted to get tickets to. Anyhow, I'm so excited about getting tickets I turn and want to rush back home and suddenly I'm face to face with the same Incubus from the last dream I had in October. But this time he's dressed a little nicer. Like he was ready for a romantic date. He's looking at me with delight and almost romantically and was just standing there on the sidewalk not saying anything at first. But I brush him off and rushed away actually taking flight on my own without the aid of angels this time. And I'm flying away heading back toward my home through the neighbourhood when I hear him yelling; "Hey wait; what about-- Just you wait (he said my full name)... I'll FIND YOU!" He was so angry that I blew him off like that. But I didn't have time or interest in meeting up with him again.
I remember wanting to loose him in case he could follow me because I didn't want him finding out where I lived. So I swoop down toward the tree line to fly through the treetops and just then, he had thrown something that hit the palm of my left hand and clung to it like the sticky side of a "Post it". I couldn't get it off so I tried flicking my hand several times to detach it while I was in flight. I entered the dense tree line and could feel all the leaves as I flew through them easily. I thought that I was able to scrape off the tag or whatever he had attached to my hand. I didn't feel it right away as I finally came to my home street and came out of the trees to land on my front porch and I went inside and just then woke up but the feeling of something still attached to my hand remained. I could still feel the tag stuck to the palm of my hand. I was spooked it was around 2:00am and I began praying. Having seen this demonic guy already once and now waking with the feeling I felt in my hand I was scared. I began praying to Michael the Arch Angel to protect me from this demon who threatened to find me. And I spent sometime praying that night.
Now on February 6th 2009 it was between 1 - 2 PM in the afternoon, I was home for the day with little to do except relax. I was in my bedroom listening to my Stereo next to my bedroom window. I was standing directly beside my window standing and facing my Stereo on the North Wall. My Windows curtains were tied back so I could let in light and be able to look out at our pine trees at the back fence if I wanted to. As I was enjoying my music I turned my head to look out the window when suddenly I spotted a man standing there in front of the Pine Trees in direct view of me some 12 to 15ft., away from my position and I could only see him for a split second before his whole form drifted to his right and he hid quickly behind my curtains that were tied back with a ribbon I was using. He used my curtain to hide his form. But in that split second I saw the same resemblance to the Incubus in my dreams. This time, this was real! This was not a dream and he was in my backyard in broad daylight. I was alarmed but not panicking just yet. Now not being too afraid I let that incident pass but I wrote it down.
The next day on February 7th at around 5pm I remember I felt a little drowsy and I decided to lay down and take a nap before I got up to make dinner. I remember sleeping very nicely I didn't have any bad dreams or anything alarming. But suddenly I opened my eyes and got a terrible fright in an instant. Right on top of me was a black shadow form. Just leaning over my chest from on top of me staring directly down in my face. Even though it was dark in my room I could see this man on top of me. He was as clear as anyone leaning over staring in your face while you slept. I jumped in my skin with fear at seeing this person on me. I remember jolting against the pillow and almost had a heart attack. And as I stared up at this shadow form it suddenly dissolved out of sight. I wasn't paralyzed like people may report with dark spirits being on top of them. And I could see the figure hovering directly over me.
It was frightening and I knew it was him. It was a full dark torso with shoulders and head. His whole form was well defined. I couldn't see his face or eyes it was too dark. He was just a shadow form. I couldn't see his lower body because he was either laying that on top of my abdomen and stomach or he was standing through me and the bed. Once he had dissolved out of my viewing I forced myself to remain calm and not give him anymore power with fear so I calmed myself and reclined against my pillow and letting my arms rest above my head and slighting cocky I said; "So, you found me what do you want?" I waited for some kind of response but I never heard anything. I looked over at my clock and noted the time it was 9:25pm. I then turned over on my left side and closing my eyes to begin to pray.
I got a flash of a man's eyes or the after impression of his eyes staring into mine with what seemed threatening with an fierce possessiveness. I could even see the colour of his eyes, they were greenish hazel. If this was an after impression he was burning into my face while I slept, then his face was extremely close to mine. I said prayers and asked God to protect me. I got up and went to make dinner and my stomach was aching with soreness. As if I was doing stomach crunches or sit-ups. I remember telling my Mom in the Kitchen what happened.
A few days later I remember still wondering what he wanted, since he really didn't hurt me and some words kept popping up in books and even online when I would surf around the words; "I Found You"; kept appearing to me. Oh and I never play with Ouija Boards or Tarot cards. I'm too spooked of Ouija Boards to touch one.
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On October 13th 2008, I had the first dream of this incubus and in it he was performing sexual sadomasochistic acts on some women who desired it. He even killed one in the process. When he had finished with them it was like he was the nicest guy to talk to. I have no idea why I would be seeing this but he began hanging out with me like a friend. I was even shocked about his change in mannerism and mentioned to him; "You seem nice though." And he shook his head a little and with a wicked grin he corrected me with; "Friendly". Even though I did see the kind of wickedness he did, I tried to be friendly myself and said; "Even so, for some reason I like you still." But perhaps I should never have said that to this Incubus? As the dream progressed to my alarm he was walking me home at night. I was becoming afraid because I began to fear that at any moment he could suddenly try to hurt me. I wanted to get away from him somehow. Just then a blast of lightning came down from the night sky behind me from the East, and struck the spot where the Incubus was standing. However he leapt back about 10ft. Quickly avoiding the bolt. I watched this with surprise as the Incubus ran away to take cover somewhere. Suddenly to my right side came down three Angels in white, they looked alike.
They were armed with various weapons that threw lightning bolts and they looked beautiful and dangerous. I didn't want to get caught up in any supernatural Angel/Devil fighting so I turned to my left and was about to hurry out of the way when one of the three Angels grabbed my right arm, slightly below my elbow, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at the one who grabbed me and he was looking at me sternly and said; "Come on..." Something inside me told me not to say a word and just "Obey". So I followed his command and walked over to the three Angels and the one who had grabbed me turned around and instructed me to climb onto his back or at least take hold of it. I obeyed and was transported away from that Incubus and later found myself in some airport terminal or some kind of public place. I get this cell phone call and when I answer it, it's the Incubus and he's yelling at me; "Why did you go with them?" I remember saying; "I didn't think arguing with Angels was wise." Does he think he's my boyfriend of something? Anyhow that was the end of that dream.
Now around January 9th 2009, the second dream I had of this Incubus was where he threatened me. In the dream I found myself at night standing at the side of a main street close to where I live at around 4am. There were no cars in sight because of the hour, and I think I was about to cross the street or I was waiting for someone. When I see this billboard advertising a concert coming up that I really wanted to get tickets to. Anyhow, I'm so excited about getting tickets I turn and want to rush back home and suddenly I'm face to face with the same Incubus from the last dream I had in October. But this time he's dressed a little nicer. Like he was ready for a romantic date. He's looking at me with delight and almost romantically and was just standing there on the sidewalk not saying anything at first. But I brush him off and rushed away actually taking flight on my own without the aid of angels this time. And I'm flying away heading back toward my home through the neighbourhood when I hear him yelling; "Hey wait; what about-- Just you wait (he said my full name)... I'll FIND YOU!" He was so angry that I blew him off like that. But I didn't have time or interest in meeting up with him again.
I remember wanting to loose him in case he could follow me because I didn't want him finding out where I lived. So I swoop down toward the tree line to fly through the treetops and just then, he had thrown something that hit the palm of my left hand and clung to it like the sticky side of a "Post it". I couldn't get it off so I tried flicking my hand several times to detach it while I was in flight. I entered the dense tree line and could feel all the leaves as I flew through them easily. I thought that I was able to scrape off the tag or whatever he had attached to my hand. I didn't feel it right away as I finally came to my home street and came out of the trees to land on my front porch and I went inside and just then woke up but the feeling of something still attached to my hand remained. I could still feel the tag stuck to the palm of my hand. I was spooked it was around 2:00am and I began praying. Having seen this demonic guy already once and now waking with the feeling I felt in my hand I was scared. I began praying to Michael the Arch Angel to protect me from this demon who threatened to find me. And I spent sometime praying that night.
Now on February 6th 2009 it was between 1 - 2 PM in the afternoon, I was home for the day with little to do except relax. I was in my bedroom listening to my Stereo next to my bedroom window. I was standing directly beside my window standing and facing my Stereo on the North Wall. My Windows curtains were tied back so I could let in light and be able to look out at our pine trees at the back fence if I wanted to. As I was enjoying my music I turned my head to look out the window when suddenly I spotted a man standing there in front of the Pine Trees in direct view of me some 12 to 15ft., away from my position and I could only see him for a split second before his whole form drifted to his right and he hid quickly behind my curtains that were tied back with a ribbon I was using. He used my curtain to hide his form. But in that split second I saw the same resemblance to the Incubus in my dreams. This time, this was real! This was not a dream and he was in my backyard in broad daylight. I was alarmed but not panicking just yet. Now not being too afraid I let that incident pass but I wrote it down.
The next day on February 7th at around 5pm I remember I felt a little drowsy and I decided to lay down and take a nap before I got up to make dinner. I remember sleeping very nicely I didn't have any bad dreams or anything alarming. But suddenly I opened my eyes and got a terrible fright in an instant. Right on top of me was a black shadow form. Just leaning over my chest from on top of me staring directly down in my face. Even though it was dark in my room I could see this man on top of me. He was as clear as anyone leaning over staring in your face while you slept. I jumped in my skin with fear at seeing this person on me. I remember jolting against the pillow and almost had a heart attack. And as I stared up at this shadow form it suddenly dissolved out of sight. I wasn't paralyzed like people may report with dark spirits being on top of them. And I could see the figure hovering directly over me.
It was frightening and I knew it was him. It was a full dark torso with shoulders and head. His whole form was well defined. I couldn't see his face or eyes it was too dark. He was just a shadow form. I couldn't see his lower body because he was either laying that on top of my abdomen and stomach or he was standing through me and the bed. Once he had dissolved out of my viewing I forced myself to remain calm and not give him anymore power with fear so I calmed myself and reclined against my pillow and letting my arms rest above my head and slighting cocky I said; "So, you found me what do you want?" I waited for some kind of response but I never heard anything. I looked over at my clock and noted the time it was 9:25pm. I then turned over on my left side and closing my eyes to begin to pray.
I got a flash of a man's eyes or the after impression of his eyes staring into mine with what seemed threatening with an fierce possessiveness. I could even see the colour of his eyes, they were greenish hazel. If this was an after impression he was burning into my face while I slept, then his face was extremely close to mine. I said prayers and asked God to protect me. I got up and went to make dinner and my stomach was aching with soreness. As if I was doing stomach crunches or sit-ups. I remember telling my Mom in the Kitchen what happened.
A few days later I remember still wondering what he wanted, since he really didn't hurt me and some words kept popping up in books and even online when I would surf around the words; "I Found You"; kept appearing to me. Oh and I never play with Ouija Boards or Tarot cards. I'm too spooked of Ouija Boards to touch one.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Bright light zipped straight down, then stood still at about 10 feet off of the ground
I was traveling south on I-5 at about 6:00 PM on a Sunday evening in the fall of 1977. It was still daylight, and I was on the northern outskirts of Salem, Oregon. At that time this area was farmers' fields and small forested areas. The traffic was light.
As I drove, a bright light appeared in the sky to the southeast at about 1000 ft high. It zipped straight down, then stood still at about 10 feet off of the ground to the left side of the northbound lanes.
As I came parallel to it in my south bound lane, it zipped in front of my car remaining at the ten foot height off the ground, and about 50 feet in front of my car. It was about 2 feet in size and remained there for about 5 seconds.
It then zipped off to the right and came up behind my car staying at the 10 foot height about 30 feet behind. Again, it stayed for about five seconds. Then it zipped south again about 50 feet in front of my car.
After about 5 more seconds of hovering, it took off at a 45 degree angle into the sky. I have never seen anything move as fast as this light or remain so still when not moving. I have traveled that stretch of highway a lot. Usually all I see are red-tailed hawks.
source: http://ufos.about.com
As I drove, a bright light appeared in the sky to the southeast at about 1000 ft high. It zipped straight down, then stood still at about 10 feet off of the ground to the left side of the northbound lanes.
As I came parallel to it in my south bound lane, it zipped in front of my car remaining at the ten foot height off the ground, and about 50 feet in front of my car. It was about 2 feet in size and remained there for about 5 seconds.
It then zipped off to the right and came up behind my car staying at the 10 foot height about 30 feet behind. Again, it stayed for about five seconds. Then it zipped south again about 50 feet in front of my car.
After about 5 more seconds of hovering, it took off at a 45 degree angle into the sky. I have never seen anything move as fast as this light or remain so still when not moving. I have traveled that stretch of highway a lot. Usually all I see are red-tailed hawks.
source: http://ufos.about.com
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