Hey folks...I'm going to post just a few odds and ends today because of the July 4th holiday. We've had a lot going on lately at SRI...a few new intense cases that are going to require a lot of time and energy. Have a safe holiday and weekend...Lon
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My Alien Hybrid Son
Fowlerville, MI - 1/28/2013 - unedited: My hybrid son was taken mid April of 2012. "They used the word claimed. I carried him for about 2 months. I knew he was a boy and I named him Drax. Named after Max(his human father) and the Draonian Reptilians I am involved with. During my pregnancy my ex was shut down and I was taken for several hours. When I was coming to I saw a figure standing to the side of the bed making circles above my stomach. I knew I had just been returned and I knew they were making one last check on the baby. He was brought to me October-10-2012 for breastfeeding and bonding. I am sending pictures of my pregnant stomach and claw marks where he held on to my left breast as he fed from the right. He didnt mean to hurt me. There was absolutely no feeling to the red and infected looking claw marks and they were basically gone in 4 hours. However, my right nipple felt like it had been pla ced in a vice. The only other time I experienced that pain was when I breast fed my daughter. The tracks that were left in the snow (see videos) were left 1-28-13. I didnt know what they were until a couple weeks later. I was standing in my kitchen and I heard these words.......Drax Tracks. I stood in that kitchen laughing and crying. I know it was my son who told me. I felt it....I knew it.
There is so much more to this than I could possibly try to write. "They" have been manipulating my pineal gland. They are able to use me as a computer, loading and downloading information. I feel as if I am "ahead of time." I have received many messages from them and continue to.
I have many very credible witnesses. They include an attorney, a fireman/farmer, and a prison guard.
I have been regressed 5 times and some are recorded. The psychologist who regressed me would be willing to speak.
I need help. I have reached out to many people. The only time I feel ok is when I am sharing what is happening to me. Some of the things that are happening are difficult to share because they make others very uncomfortable. So I am left holding all this inside.
I have been doing illustrations and writing down everything and keeping track of dates the best I can.
This all started in 1961 when i was 12. It was a sighting (daylight) with several witnesses including two police officers. I am still in contact with the Chief of police from back then. Unfortunately, he is 93 and in bad health along with good and bad memory days. He was at the station and said he fielded calls for over 20 minutes. One of the calls was from a fellow officer at the scene and another was a city councilwoman. I was discouraged from talking about this in hopes that I would forget. It was the worst thing my parents could have done. I never talked about it.....for 50 years I never talked about it. It was only when I met a Ufologist and college professor September 1st, 2011 that I opened up. I told him of the sighting.......thats all I thought it was for 50 years. But, I lived with PTSD and panic attacks. I havent had a papst smear in 20 years and still am unable to watch someone get a shot of tv. I have always had physic abilities. He was a smart man and knew there was more to it than that so he found the regression therapist. At the end of my first regression I felt myself immobilized and going up into the ship.
One of the very first messages they gave me in 2011 was, "All memories are packed and taken with us in each new life." "When the load becomes to heavy or we no longer have the energy to carry it we travel as, LIGHT KNOWLEDGE ENERGY."
"THEY TOLD ME TO TAKE THIS BATON AND RUN WITH IT"........that is what I am trying to do. MUFON CMS
Children Of The Greys
The Starchild Skull -- Genetic Enigma or Human-Alien Hybrid?
Alien Agenda: Investigating the Extraterrestrial Presence Among Us
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It's Time To Disclose My Experiences
Indiana - 2/1/1999 - unedited:
INTRUDER ALERT - 1309YY XYZ BUG
Serious events often happen in this world that cause me to worry. When things of a national or global nature occur, many people’s lives are affected. There isn’t a lot I can do, but I don’t feel totally helpless. As a citizen, I believe it’s my civic duty to write letters to public officials. I write to express my views when I think there’s a chance I can help people in positions of power understand reality a little better.
When I write, I often use symbolism and analogies. Since everything in the universe is relative, it’s sometimes easier to step back and look at the situation from a different, relative angle. Once I grasp the basic principle, I’m in a better position to apply my knowledge to the situation. Some can get the wrong idea about what I’m trying to do when I write letters.
In September, 1998, I felt the need to write a letter to the President of the United States. Our president was in the process of being impeached from office and impeachments don’t happen every day. I thought he might be able to use a little moral support from a fellow citizen.
I thought I was writing him a private letter, but I learned there is no such thing as a nine-page, private letter written to the president. The number-10 envelope was about an inch thick. I’m certain the envelope raised eyebrows when it reached the White House - and possibly, before it got there.
I had serious doubts as to whether I should mail it. I wanted to be certain I was doing the right thing by expressing my thoughts. The letter sat on my desk for a few days before I finally decided to mail it.
On the way to the post office, a man in an old car with an American flag on the front bumper pulled up behind me. I heard one of those little voices inside my head. I thought the voice was telepathic and coming from the man in the car. The voice said, “That’s a good letter, Avery.”
I wondered, How does he know it’s a good letter? There’s no way he could have read it.
After I mailed the letter, I didn’t think much about it until the following day. I was on my way home from my real estate office. A guy in a truck pulled up beside me at one of many stoplights. He was in the next lane to my left. I glanced over and saw him covertly pointing a thumb into his chest. I thought it was strange. Then I looked into my rear-view mirror and saw a dark blue car with a small red and blue light in the front windshield. The man appeared to be telling me an unmarked police car was following me.
I thought, Come on you crazy people, it was just a letter.
I guess any time a suspicious letter is sent to the president, there are people who make certain no one means to do him harm. I can’t fault anyone for doing their job, but all the attention I was receiving caught me a little by surprise. One evening, a couple of days later, I got a little more attention than I’d bargained for.
It was a Friday evening. A friend of mine was staying at my house because he had taken a new job. The change required him to move to another city. [Item removed/CMS/rjl] needed a place to stay on the weekends while he visited his friends and family.
I wanted to go out to a nightclub and party. I asked [Item removed/CMS/rjl] if he wanted to join me, but he said he was too tired. He’d worked all week and wanted to stay home and relax.
I said, “That’s fine.”
Then I went to the club on my own.
I don’t remember the exact time I returned home, but it was after midnight. I walked through the front door and closed it behind me. [Item removed/CMS/rjl] was stretched out and lying face up on the sofa. The lamps by the sofa were on; there was plenty of light in the room. I looked at my friend and stopped dead in my tracks. Something was terribly wrong with him.
[Item removed/CMS/rjl] was looking at me with a silly grin. He appeared to be in shock and frozen in time.
I gave him a curious frown and asked, “What?”
He responded telepathically, “They’re here!”
I thought, They’re here! What the hell does he mean by that?
Something else caught my attention and I looked ahead. Twelve feet away, someone stepped out from the doorway of my kitchen. As I looked to see who it was, a red laser beam was all I could see. For the next few moments, I couldn’t help but focus on the pinpoint of red light, wondering what it was. Then I saw three bright flashes of white light, which nearly blinded me. A second later I felt as though some kind of energy weapon had ransacked my mind. There was no pain, but the energy of my body had been significantly drained.
I instinctively yelled, “Oh!” as I turned away and went down on my right knee. I regained my composure, rose to my feet, and saw a “Gray” alien. The strange-looking creature was about four feet tall, and had big, dark, almond-shaped eyes. It limped slightly, but walked with determination in my direction. It looked like your typical extraterrestrial on television, but this one was real and in my house.
When the alien was about two feet away, it looked up into my eyes. It asked in a telepathic voice, “Do you mean to do harm to the president?”
I was angry about being assaulted by the alien’s energy weapon. It may have been the seven beers in me talking, but I didn’t care who this was. I wasn’t going to take this kind of s**t from anybody. I responded in a louder telepathic voice of my own, “No! Of course not!”
The alien quickly moved backward a foot. I sensed it was surprised at my loud telepathic response. The being quickly regained composure, stepped forward and stared into my eyes again.
It asked telepathically, “Then why did you write the letter?”
I responded in a normal, audible voice, “Well, I just wanted to express my opinion.”
The alien replied in an equally calm, yet telepathic voice, “Okay. That is what we thought. We were just checking."
The being stepped back, made a quarter turn to its right, bowed its head, and reported to someone who wasn’t in my house, “It is a good letter.”
It turned back to face me, looked up, and projected another thought, “Keep your nose clean.”
I responded, “I will.” Then I thought for a moment and said, “Well, I’ll try.”
The alien walked over to my friend on the sofa, stared at him for about ten seconds, and then ordered, “Roll over and go to sleep.”
[Item removed/CMS/rjl] quickly complied.
I watched intently as the alien walked to the lamp on the end table on the right side of my sofa. I laughed to myself when the alien reached up underneath the lampshade to find the switch. The bail that holds the lampshade was pressed hard against the power knob. It isn’t the kind of lamp that turns on and off with a switch. All you have to do is touch it.
The alien was keeping a close eye on me as it bent over to turn the lamp off. I thought it was funny when the alien touched it, and it got brighter. I had a three-way bulb in the lamp. After a few seconds, the alien managed to turn it off with a touch from its slender left hand. It walked to the lamp at the left end of my sofa and quickly turned it off as well.
The house became awfully dark, but not totally. There was light emanating from my computer monitor in the back bedroom. I’d turned the bedroom into a home office.
My eyes hadn’t totally adjusted to the darkness, but I could see the alien walk over and stand in front of me. We stared at each other for a few moments.
The darkness didn’t frighten me, but I was apprehensive about the intentions of the small, strange-looking being.
It moved its head slightly to the right and looked at the side of my face. I mirrored its movement. It moved its head to the left to see the other side of my face. I mirrored its movement again. We continued to stare quietly at one another for about fifteen seconds. I then heard it stepping down what seemed like a volume switch in its mind, then the alien barely whispered telepathically, “You are good.”
I gave the alien the biggest smile I could muster. I knew I was good. I also knew the extraterrestrial was testing me to see how telepathic I was. A smile was my friendly way of saying, “You’re going to have to do better than that if you don’t want me to hear your telepathic test.”
I quickly, intentionally put a serious look on my face as I continued to stare back at the alien. I slowly tried to raise my right arm and hand, wanting to see if it would shake hands. When I tried, my left arm moved instead. I thought, This being has my body mechanics crossed up some how.
My experience with this Gray seemed incredibly surreal to me. I continued to stare at the alien for a few more seconds. Then I laughed. It wasn’t a big laugh. It was more of a slight grin and a, Humph!
The alien leaned its head back and started laughing too. The sound the alien made was, “Ack, Ack, Ack, Ack, Ack!” Its laugh sounded like the Popeye cartoon character.
The alien turned and walked through the doorway leading into my unlit kitchen.
After a few seconds, I could move my entire body normally and with ease. I cautiously walked to the kitchen and said, “I don’t appreciate this. Who invited you into my house?”
I turned on the kitchen light and searched the room. The alien was gone.
I asked, “[Item removed/CMS/rjl] , did you invite him in here?”
Donnie was asleep and didn’t answer, but from a distance, I heard a telepathic voice reply, “No.”
Then, as if someone had cut and pasted time, I found myself standing on the driveway outside my house. I felt as though something strange had just happened but I didn’t know what it was. In this new timeline, I had no immediate knowledge of the extraterrestrial contact that I had just had. I walked down the sidewalk, up the front steps of my house, I opened the front door and walked in. It was exceptionally dark. The only light in the house was that coming from the computer monitor in the back bedroom. I walked over and touched the lamp on the right end table. When the room became illuminated, I saw [Item removed/CMS/rjl] asleep on the sofa.
I turned on the television with my remote control and put a movie into the VCR. It immediately ate the tape. My VCR had never done that before and I became angry. I began ranting, raving, and stomping through my house. I knew I was overreacting from a malfunctioning VCR, so I felt something else must be terribly wrong.
I remember saying to myself, “This is a little too obvious!”
[Item removed/CMS/rjl] awoke and asked what my problem was.
I responded, “Somebody broke my VCR.”
In his defense he said, “It wasn’t me, [Item removed/CMS/rjl] I haven’t used your VCR!”
“I know it’s not your fault. There’s something else going on here and I don’t know what it is,” I replied.
I sensed my friend’s thought, “Maybe he has had too much to drink.”
Before he could say the words, I responded, “No. It’s not that.”
It wasn’t until the next day that I was able to recall the event of the extraterrestrial contact, and piece my memories of the event together. I sat on my sofa and thought about the experience at great length. I knew it wasn’t a dream; it was too real and detailed. The flashes of light were like this being had taken a three-dimensional picture of me. I had the feeling the alien was trying to teleport a part of my being - but not my physical body - to another place and time. I thought I might have sent forth a scout-type soul a few minutes ahead of my physical body. Through clairvoyance, the report I received back was the alien visitation.
During the encounter, once I stood back up, I felt immobilized. I could only move my head. I knew why the Gray being paralyzed me. The alien was acting in self-defense. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d had the ability to move my entire body freely and normally; I never had the chance. I’m not a violent person. I don’t believe I would have tried to harm the alien unless it had tried to hurt me.
It temporarily paralyzed my body below the neck by manipulating the circuitry of my brain. For the creature from outer space, this may have been as easy as remotely flipping the correct circuit breakers on the electrical service panel of a house.
I was a little intoxicated, but I wasn’t that drunk, not enough to have imagined something like this.
When I entered my house, [Item removed/CMS/rjl] said telepathically, “They’re here.” This told me, although I only saw one, there may have been more than one alien.
My friend’s experience may have been more traumatic than mine. Looking into the eyes of one of these extraterrestrials for the first time is like a deer looking into the headlights of an approaching car. It stuns you. Intuition and deductive reasoning told me these beings interrogated my friend. They may have mistook [Item removed/CMS/rjl] for me. Prior to my returning home that evening, they probably made Donnie tell them what he knew about me. This may have included the worst things Donnie had seen me do. It would have been a logical way for the aliens to determine if I posed a threat to anyone.
The extraterrestrial was wearing gray clothes. I’ve never examined their fabric, but it looks soft and conforms closely to their bodies like spandex. I have no idea how strong their fabric is, but they’ve worn it in all our encounters.
I don’t know how the alien knew I’d written the letter. Considering the advanced technology of these beings, it wouldn’t have been difficult for them to read the return address on the envelope from space or overheard conversations of influential people.
The alien may have laughed because it found the needle in the haystack. I was a human who had created disruptions for this species in the past, and they had discovered me by investigating a small, unlikely lead. The alien may have been laughing from what it saw in my house. I have a wooden plaque my sister gave me as a Christmas gift. The plaque is hand-painted in blue and says “WELCOME FRIENDS.” I felt a need to hang it in the wrong place. Nobody can see this sign when entering my home because it’s on an inside wall next to my front door. When the alien stared at me in the darkness of my living room, it may have been looking past me and reading the words. If the alien had taken a picture, the “WELCOME FRIENDS” sign would have been in the background of the photograph.
After piecing together this close encounter event, I stood from my sofa and walked to my home office. I looked at my computer monitor and saw something amazing. I saw the same thing written repeatedly.
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
1309yy________________________________________________
I read it and thought, What does this mean?
I highlighted the first line and deleted it. The line mysteriously reproduced itself at the end of the bizarre repetitions. When the strange text reappeared, it inserted itself over the text of a story I was working on, effectively erasing what I’d written.
I thought, Oh no! Not another computer virus!
I scrolled down to the end of the repetitions, deleted the last line, then scrolled up to the top to see if anything had been erased above the weird insertion; it hadn’t. I erased it, line by line, from bottom to top, until it was gone.
Oh! Thank God, I saved it! I thought.
Since it had been a few weeks since I’d backed up my computer’s hard drive, I would have lost a lot of data if I hadn’t cleared the virus.
I said out loud, “1309yy xyz in a box.”
(I cant reproduce the xyz in a box here. It was above the line and located at the right.)
A voice inside my head shouted, “That’s a bug!”
I analyzed the strange insertion, wondering what it meant. Was the Grey or someone else sending me a coded message? I remembered the one red light, the three white flashes and going down on my knee and yelling “0h!” but what did the number 9 mean? I kept thinking number 9, number 9, number 9. It reminded me of a Beatles song.
I thought “yy” might be a question from two different sources or two questions from one source. Was someone asking me a question? I wondered if the “xyz in a box” was someone’s way of saying, “Fill in the two dimensional space with an ending.”
I questioned why the strange insertion could only be removed in reverse. No logical reasoning for the computer bug made much sense, but I thought it had something to do with my alien encounter.
I’d referred to this type of alien as a bug in the past. This message in the bottle of my computer may have been its antagonistic way of saying, “We’ll show you a bug.”
If this alien had wanted to talk, I wish it had knocked on my door and asked to be invited in. I don’t like it when they teleport in and out of my house the way this one did. It is better than them teleporting me into one of their spacecraft as had happened twice in my past. Once when I was 17 and again when I was 21. Being teleported onboard an extraterrestrial’s spacecraft can be a much scarier scenario.
This wasn’t the first time I’d encountered aliens of this kind. It was the fifth time I could remember making contact with this species, but there would be other species, and more encounters to come. - MUFON CMS
Nightmare Alley: Fearsome Accounts of Alien Abduction: New Evidence You Could Become Their Next Victim!
Unholy Communion: The Alien Abduction Phenomenon Where It Originates And How It Stops
Countdown to Oblivion: The Definitive Alien Abduction
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Massive Bee Deaths Continue
As scientists struggle to find the cause of the massive die-offs, a phenomenon they call “colony collapse disorder,” Elmwood beekeeper Dave Schuit is pointing the finger at neonicotinoid pesticides. Schuit lost 600 hives.
Research suggests that even at nonlethal does, the world’s most popular class of pesticides can confuse bees’ navigation and make it hard for them to find home.
After a record-breaking loss of honeybees in the United Kingdom, the European Union has banned multiple pesticides, including neonicotinoid pesticides.
Bees are critical to our food supply; one out of every three bites of food comes from a plant pollinated by honey bees and other pollinators.
“More than 85 percent of Earth’s plant species — many of which compose some of the most nutritional parts of our diet — require pollinators to exist,” Eric Mader, assistant pollinator conservation director at The Xerces Society, told Whole Foods. “Yet we continue to see alarming declines in bee numbers.”
"In the United States alone, native bees contribute at least $3 billion a year to the farm economy,” Mace Vaughan, pollinator program director at the Xerces Society, told the National Wildlife Federation.
The evidence linking pesticide use on our crops to bee deaths is compelling. - MSN
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Coming July 22nd...
Lee Brickley's Terrifying New Book
UFO's Werewolves & The Pig-Man
(Exposing England's Strangest Location – Cannock Chase)
"UFOs, werewolves, orbs, more monsters than an old Universal Studio film. Cannock Chase has them all, and now Lee Brickley is bringing them all into your living room in his exciting new book." - Brad Steiger
The eternally mysterious woodlands of Cannock Chase in Staffordshire, England are known throughout the
world as an entry point for bizarre and unearthly, paranormal phenomena. From werewolf sightings and
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experiences more inexplicable activity than you even dare imagine.
In this book, Lee Brickley chronicles his investigation into the very location many researchers call “England's
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