Has anyone seen any UFO before in spore?
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did u see any ufo in spore in the past???i only saw one small silver dot...round and slowly moving around katong area...high up in the sky.it could be a satellite but many other students and a teacher saw it too during recess time.
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hey...i ate that at a pasar malam....always buy the one with the prawns on top of it!!sings songs after talking cork stories!!!
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Originally posted by Terminator Hitman:
did u see any ufo in spore in the past???i only saw one small silver dot...round and slowly moving around katong area...high up in the sky.it could be a satellite but many other students and a teacher saw it too during recess time.
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Originally posted by ditzy:
Yummy, have not taken my breakfast...yummy..who care ufo... -
In Singapore, I think saw some UFO branded longan in heavy syrup at some supermarket before.
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u mean no one saw any ufo in their life???how bout some boy boys helium ballon that got flown away???maybe if someone tilt their head up like me anbd look at the sky........
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this particuliar flight configuration was seen over in other parts of the world and latest in singapore too.
Occupants were described as 3 feet tall pilots who look more like praying mantis.no harm was done to human subject.
these type of aliens are difffernt from those peeping tom big eyed greys as seen in classic ufo alien abduction cases and are not froim the alien sex-crazed reptlian family either.
Below is an encounter excerpt of above aliens with a triangle like spaceship formation:
Hi i am a new member of this site, this heading caught my attention because not many see this type of alien.
A story my sister told me when she was just a young girl was that she was abducted by a similar species right from her bedroom one evening when she was awoken by this thing!
Suddenly she found herself floating!!! up this sound stupid but being drawn up the chimney in her bedroom and was taken aboard a craft where this being watched over her while greys done an examination on her.
The creature was very large and she discribed it to be insect like it's overall appearance was that of a prayingmantis.
She thought she was going mad but when she looked across the examination type room she was shocked to see her little friend who lived nextdoor he too was teleported up and was abused like herself.
They had no choice but to suffer this awful examination then abruptly put back from where they were taken.
She had marks on her body and distinct red blotching.
The next day she told her friend that she saw him in a dream, it was no dream he said i was there and i saw you!
For fear of being ridiculed they told no one for my sister has seen many things when she was young and was always smacked for telling lies! -
THE GREYS
The "Greys" are the aliens with whom most Earthlings are familiar, and the species about which we have the most information. The Greys are small and vaguely human in shape, with large oval heads and oversized, almond-shaped eyes. While extremely intelligent as a collective, they have no sense of "individual" and work within a "hive" structure.As in Earth-based hive species (bees, ants, etc.) there are variations within the types of Greys found within the hive. Drones are typically shorter and less intelligent; they perform the majority of the legwork for the hive. The Supervisors (or "Doctors") are often over four feet in height, and direct the drones. In addition, they also conduct the majority of scientific work done by the Greys. The Greys reproduce through cloning, and feed by bathing in the remains of missing children. For this reason, they often stink and often steal deodorant while they are in the process of abducting unsuspecting humans. The Greys are not a "natural" species, but were genetically engineered from dolphins by another species. Their brain activity is largely based on electromagnetic activity, and they communicate mostly through telepathy.
THE INSECTOIDS
The "Insectoids" directly oversee the Greys. There have been very few contacts between the Insectoids and the New World Order; they prefer to communicate through the Greys. The Insectoids are very tall, very thin, and insectlike (hence the name), and usually dress in high-collared robes.
DRACOS ("REPTILIANS")
The most sinister of the alien groups (and, therefore, our favourite) is the Dracos, or Reptilians. The Dracos are not native to Zeta Reticuli, but are actually the leaders of the Space Aliens. The Dracos are reptilian, and resemble something like a cross between a human and a lizard.While the Greys do most of the work of the Space Aliens under the direction of the Insectoids, the Dracos command the Insectoids. The Dracos, in fact, play the most important part of the entire New World Order conspiracy; whereas the rest of the aliens are merely demons, the leader of the Dracos is none other than the one and only Satan! This is extremely significant, in that Satan is a direct ancestor of the Jewish Bankers and the object of worship for the Illuminati. The Dracos are originally from Mars, where they had a thriving civilization until Satan and God’s little spat. They are responsible for the face on Mars.
CONTACT
It is known that the Space Aliens had been studying the planet for quite some time. This study had been conducted in secret, however, with minor assistance from the Illuminati. In 1933, the Space Aliens contracted with the U.S. government to supply technology in return for the right to abduct and experiment on animals and humans. In 1947, a vehicle carrying several Greys crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. This crash led to contact between Majestic 12 and the Space Aliens. At that time, Majestic 12, more powerful than the U.S. government, offered the Space Aliens a deal: they would cover up the presence of the aliens, continue to allow them to abduct humans for genetic experiments, and give them free cable television. In return, Majestic wanted the alien technology they had previously been giving to the U.S. government. Although the aliens agreed to this arrangement, tensions were high, and a major firefight broke out between alien guests and Majestic guards, leaving several guards dead. This incident, known as the Dulce Wars, caused a serious rift in human-alien relations, and it took several years and approximately 13,000 gallons of beer to resolve. Relations between the aliens and our other terrestrial members have improved in recent years, allowing us to continue on to our eventual goal: the enslavement of all humans and the worship of Satan!THE LESSER KNOWN HISTORY:
The Space Aliens were present for the creation of the Earth. At the time, there existed an alliance of extraterrestrial governments, led by an advanced alien named "God." (If Satan is a Space Alien, then God must be an alien, too. Right? Right . . . ?) Satan was a member of the Pan-Galactic Council, and leader of the opposition Evil Forces Party. After being fired for not creating blond-haired, blue eyed humans, Satan led a rebellion in the Pan-Galactic Council, leading to his expulsion from "Heaven" (the name given to the Council's chambers).The Evil Forces Party then called for early elections, but the call was ignored when God survived a no-confidence vote in the Council. A civil war ensued, and that war has continued until today. Earth has been largely ignored by the warring factions in the Pan-Galactic Council until recently. The Space Aliens have gone largely unanswered by Heaven in their attempts to infiltrate and take over the Earth. For the most part, Heaven has responded by sending agents (described as tall, blond, and Nordic in appearance) to gather intelligence. The rest of Heaven's forces are engaged in strategic battles elsewhere. It is assumed that once Satan's forces take over the Earth, there will be a major battle for control of the planet.
The Space Aliens greatest recent impact came in the final merger of the World Order and the United Nations. It was the Space Alien's technology and knowledge of the outer planetary systems that allowed the United Nations to confirm the non-existance of Krypton. With it firmly established that Krypton had never existed, it became apparent that the story of Superman had been created as a disinformation campaign meant to scare the various conspiracy groups away from actually implementing their plans for world domination. Without a superhero to prevent the groups from achieving dominance, and with the revelation that Satan was actually a Space Alien, the merger of the World Order and the United Nations became inevitable.
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Twenty years ago tonight, at approximately three thirty in the morning on December 26, 1985, I heard odd noises and felt as if I had fallen out of bed. I opened my eyes to a scene of such extraordinary horror that I am still suffering from the effects of that moment, two decades later.
What I saw before me was a small room like the interior of a tent, populated by enormous insects. These insects were at once strange, distant-seeming creatures, totally unlike me and not communicating any sense of the human at all, and yet at the same time aware of me in a way that eloquently and terrifyingly signaled intelligence.
Immediately, I was seized from behind and there was a swooping rush around me. An odd, machine-like voice commenced repeating again and again the phrase 'what can we do to help you stop screaming?'
The terror was beyond words, beyond imagining. They were rough with me, pressing a needle into my head and raping me with a device that I now know is called an electrostimulator. In those days, such devices were used to induce erections in sex clinics, and they are still used to gather semen in animal husbandry.
I am not a prude, but I am a modest man and quite shy physically. I was appalled at finding myself naked with these creatures. I can remember trying and trying to wake up, to somehow find my bed around me again, to embrace my wife.
But my wife was not there. I was alone in the night with these things and I had no idea what might happen to me next.
This experience has left me with a disease called post-traumatic stress disorder. The last time I awakened with my heart practically slamming out of my chest, my breath coming short and so frightened that I literally dared not move a muscle was last night.
In fact, for at least five out of seven nights since the event happened, I have been waking up in terror between three and four in the morning. I have tried many treatments for this, ranging from conventional psychiatry and psychotherapy to every sort of esoteric treatment you can imagine, to no avail.
The disorder that began on that night will, I believe, remain with me until the day I die. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Because, on that night, the woman whose portrait is on the cover of the book Communion said to me, 'you're the luckiest of the lucky.'
She was precisely correct. Yes, it has been hard and it has shattered me on the deepest possible levels. The public reaction has pained me as much as it has inspired me. But I have had a truly remarkable opportunity offered to me, and I have taken as full advantage of it as has been in my ability.
The morning after the experience, I asked my wife if she remembered anything unusual that night. She said no. My son, also, seemed entirely untroubled. So I decided that the riotous memories that were troubling me must have been some sort of a nightmare.
The memories were quite clear. I remembered being carried. I remembered being roughed up. I remembered being raped. Also, though, meeting somebody I felt that I had known for quite some time, somebody, even, who had in some way trained or prepared me.
During the next few days, I wrote a story called "Pain," about an angelic being who administers pain in order to free people from themselves, to use pain, in effect, as a means of transcending the ego.
I remember how I felt as I wrote that story, the curious sense of surrender that it brought me, as if I was reliving a very, very powerful experience with someone who had loved me so hard that it had broken me heart and soul.
The weekend came, and by the time Monday rolled around I was in pain. My rectum hurt. The side of my head hurt. And I could not sleep at all. I was living in a state of terror. By then I was pretty sure I had been abused in some way. What I could not figure out was how or by who. I could remember these big, black eyes staring at me, but could not figure out where they had come from.
I did not yet know that a friend of mine had also had a very disturbing experience that night. He was a retired state policeman and he had been coming home in the wee hours with his wife from a Christmas party. We lived in a pretty lonely corner of the world--not entirely isolated, but quite dark and quiet at night, with lots of woods around, stretching for miles.
He'd been about two miles from our houses traveling along a lonely stretch of road when he'd observed what looked like a large gray object in a field. It was a dark night and the object wasn't very distinct, but it was big enough to make him think that it was a crashed blimp. He stopped his car and got out, whereupon he heard somebody screaming. As he walked toward the thing, lights came on all over it and it began moving toward him. As it was obviously under power and not in need of help, he got back in his car and drove home.
I did not know about this for over a year, unfortunately, after I had written the book Communion and was well into its sequel, Transformation. It took him that long to tell me, and when he did tell me we were both just sort of silenced. What were we to think?
By that time, though, I was already well along what has become the road of my life.
A few days after the event, I believe, on the Wednesday, I drove into New York City to see my doctor. He listened to my story and examined me. There occured during that examination one of the most agonizing experiences I have ever known. He took one glance at the condition of my rectum and blurted out, "you've been raped." I was so terribly, terribly humiliated by this that it has taken me these twenty long years even to put those words down on paper. Only last June did I utter them to another person, when I told Anne what he had said, and told a psychologist I am thinking of working with this spring. And now I have said it.
I have been the victim of endless jokes for having been raped. If you are a woman reading this, think of how you would feel if you had been raped and had been made a laughingstock for it. Your very soul would be eaten by the acid of that. It has made me despise our society to the very depths of my being. I loathe the world I live in, because I was raped and everybody laughed.
But I do not loathe you, because I know that reading this are many people who have been down this same hard road.
So, why in the world are we lucky? What's lucky about getting raped and being scorned and rejected after having a devastating, soul shattering experience that most people think is a lot of hooey and a big fat joke?
Well, in, I think, early February of 1986, I completed a series of mental and physical tests that convinced me that I was not suffering from any known disease. I had an MRI scan, a battery of psychological tests, a test for temporal lobe epilepsy and a thorough neurological workup.
The results of these tests were three: one, I was suffering from severe stress; two, I had some unknown bright objects in my brain which occur in about 2% of people tested with MRI scans and are benign; three, my brain was not only not seizure prone, it was unusually stable.
I then decided that these remarkable beings I had seen must therefore have been real. I very well remember the moment this thought first crossed my mind. I had just left the psychologist's office after getting her evaluation. So all the pieces were in place. I wasn't psychotic and I had no organic brain disease that would explain what I remembered happening to me.
I therefore began to attempt to solve the mystery. But where to turn? I really had no idea. I went out in the woods, revisiting the place I had been carried. A very odd part of the memory was that I had seen somebody familiar in the woods just before I ended up in the little chamber with the insects. This was an old school friend who had joined the CIA. He had told me about a design flaw in the containment of some sort of engine that was being tested on a high performance aircraft.
I have written little about this part of the experience and mentioned it only a few times in interviews because it has always disturbed me deeply, but not for the reason that you might think. I tried to look him up that February, only to discover that he was dead, and had been dead for more than a year when I saw him in my woods in the company of what I then regarded as aliens.
I didn't know what in hell to make of this. Only after I published Communion and began to get hundreds of thousands of letters from other close encounter witnesses did I realize that it's routine for the dead to appear with the visitors. The two things go together--not in every encounter, by any means, but in enough of them to make it more or less part of the routine.
By that time March had come along, I had read Jenny Randles' book about UFOs that had a description in it that made me think I might have encountered aliens. The book led me to Budd Hopkins, who wanted to hypnotize me. I found Budd to be a very nice fellow and also quite brilliant, but I declined to be hypnotized by him because he was not appropriately credentialed. So he introduced me to Dr. Donald Klein, who was an eminent psychiatrist and one of the world?s leading forensic hypnotists.
When Dr. Klein first hypnotized me, there was an explosive reaction. I did not go back to the indicent in December, but rather to the previous October. I still remember that session vividly: the absolute terror that I felt when I had awakened one night in our little country cabin and seen a small hooded figure standing near the bed?a figure that had proceeded to rush at me and strike my forehead with a stick that shot out electric sparks.
In the second hypnosis session, I did address the December 26 experience. It became somewhat more vivid in my mind, but nothing new was added to my memories. However, during the session, I spontaneously reverted to the age of twelve, and recalled another incident of meeting this extraordinary woman who is the real subject of this essay and is, in fact, a great light in my life. She lives and functions across the divide of what we call life and death, and beyond the confines of time.
This recollection seemed to the doctor to be similar to the sort of memories that emerge in people who have experienced repeated abuse that they have been unwilling or unable to articulate to themselves. The mechanism by which difficult memories may be repressed is well explained by Dr. Jennifer Freyd in her book Betrayal Trauma. Dr. Freyd is the daughter of two of the founders of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, and has accused them of abusing her.
This memory led me to return to my home town of San Antonio, Texas, where I explored my own childhood, which I recounted in my book the Secret School.
Before that, I wrote two additional books about my close encounter experiences, which continued and expanded after I began walking in the woods at night in an effort to re-engage with what it had become obvious to me were some very remarkable beings who had been with me, in a hidden way, throughout my life.
I remained engaged with them for eleven years after the initial encounter. It only ended in October of 1997, when I moved out of the upstate New York cabin and returned to Texas. I did this both because I wanted to explore my past, and because we no longer could afford to live in New York. Our son?s education was demanding of our resources, and the long and terrible depression that had followed the rejection of my claims of encounter had taken their toll. I had become unable to write more about my encounters after the book Breakthrough. I saw that acknowledgement of the existence of the visitors would bring enormous rewards to our society, and also the venial reasons for the secrecy. I saw how eagerly the egocentric media and scientific institutions supported the government in keeping the secret of their presence. And I watched as the visitors patiently waited, knowing, as they do, that our species is in the process of making a deeply spiritual decision about whether to enter the cosmos or go extinct.
I was having too many thoughts of suicide to stay at the cabin any longer. I felt that I had failed in one of the most important missions ever entrusted to a human being, to open the mind of man to the existence of another intelligent species. In so failing, I had seen that humanity would most likely give up on the greatness that is mankind, and choose to turn its back on five billion years of earthly struggle and the patient, hopeful waiting of those who long for us to join the stars.
It was a truly fearsome failure. I also had been given, in the eleven years I had with the visitors, the opportunity to see the fate of souls, and I suffered the most terrific sorrow over what was happening to the people who were getting drawn into the trap of lying about the existence of the visitors in order to support government policy. I began to see government as a machine for the killing of souls. The terror of the situation was simply overwhelming. I will tell you this about the way a soul dies: for the universe, it winks out of existence the instant the supporting body?s electrical system fails. But for that soul, the moment of death remains forever.
What kills souls is quite simple: choice. They choose to die because they despair of themselves. They die of lack of love. Our lives must be rich with compassion both for ourselves and others. This is what enables us to thrive and live in the body of consciousness that is this universe. The body is a brief passage, a place of decision. It is here, in this engine of forgetting, that we can only decide from our essential truth whether we are going to go on or not.
This is as true for the species as it is for each one of us. I have chosen life. I believe that this species is worth saving, that we can ascend into a great journey if we so choose. So when I see us being captured by the people of the death wish?those who concentrate on material wealth, who ignore suffering, who fight, who lie, who ignore the needs of the planet?I feel the touch of despair.
By 1997, I was in utter despair. I felt that I needed the support of old friends and family, so, on a night in October of that year, I sat down for what I knew would be my last meditation with the visitors. I will not get into why they couldn?t follow me to Texas. It?s too complex and too far from the subject of this essay. Suffice to say that the could only come there in a much more limited way than was possible at the cabin. In part, the reason is that they are physically much more vulnerable than you might think, and keep themselves concealed not only through the use of technology, but primarily by stealth. When you strip away their ability to affect the mind, their quickness and a couple of other things, what you will find is a small, delicate person whom a child could crush between his fists. But also in that vulnerable, wobbling head a world that reaches across space and time, that penetrates not only this universe and its secrets, but many others as well, that is ancient beyond belief and, in a way that I can hardly even begin to explain, impeccable.
I?m not saying that they?re pleasant. They?re as tough as nails, as mean as snakes and as dangerous as plutonium.
Now I'm going to return to my life with that woman. Firstly, she has been with me for longer than life itself. I am one of her many projects. In the world of the soul, she's rich, on a big journey in the direction of ecstasy, and seeking to travel there the only way you can, in a great chorus of free souls. This is what it's about, it's why we're here. It is the core urgency of life, what you feel at the moment of birth, of sexual union, and of death.
On that first night, she took semen from me to try to make a baby out of the two of us. This did not work. She came again to me many times, and gradually we became gentle enough with each other so that it did work. I learned a very secret art, which is the art of touching people who are in a state of higher energy without trapping them in our level. If you can imagine what it might be like to embrace a cloud without destroying its form, that's what it's like to engage with the visitors without turning their communication into a version of one's own thoughts.
I wonder if that makes any sense to somebody who hasn't done it? I hope so, because anybody can. The difficulty is, how do you explain how it feels to ride a bicycle before anybody has ever ridden one?
Let me tell you about her. She lived both in the country and in the city, just like I did. Yes, she walked the streets. An editor from William Morrow & Co., Bruce Lee, saw her and her husband in a bookstore in Manhattan, a story which I recounted in Transformation. Another friend of mine saw her on 14th Street on the day I drove off westward forever. She asked him, 'are you going west'? He replied, as he was stuck in traffic and trying to go east, 'no, I'm going east!' She said, 'that's good,; and stepped off into the crowd. It was her way of expressing her regret at my departure.
What we did together, in trying to create that living bridge, was not a disloyalty to her husband or my wife. Think of it as a scientific experiment in the power of love to transcend. But it could not transcend the limits of the physical, and there is no magical child here now to show us the way--at least, not that I have ever met. Instead, we have the people of the death wish leading mankind down the road to extinction.
So what happens, then, to the souls that do not enter memory? In fact, to most of you reading this. You would not be on this website, or this deep in this message, if you had not made the opposite choice from the rulers of our world. So what happens to you when mankind is no more? You will find a sort of magnetic appeal that will draw you into new companionship. The utterly unique ecstasy that would accompany mankind's ascension will never be tasted, but its loss will be part of your beauty. I can't explain farther than that because of the limitations of language, but you will certainly find your way, of that be assured.
Where are we now, twenty years after an effort was begun to bring mankind into real contact with another intelligent species? A vast number of people have been awakened to the reality of the visitors. Millions, I believe. Even more, of course, remain as they always have been, a great, formless ocean of unrealized potential. At the same time, the general culture has totally failed to address the reality of the visitors. To an extent, they have pulled up stakes. They left upstate New York in 1999, two years after I did. They still come around in various places, but it's only to monitor those who might be of some interest or other. The fifty years between 1947 and 1997 were, as far as they were concerned, the time of decision. And we decided, thanks to those who so effectively kept their reality secret, to continue as we have been in history, and to do so despite the risk that will will not be able to manage the coming failure of the planetary environment properly without their support, and therefore that it might kill us.
As far as the close encounter experience is concerned, science is absolutely nowhere. Fantastically, the intellectuals, who so distrust the government in every other regard, swallow its lies about this without the least complaint. Perhaps it's because the visitors completely shatter the secular view of the world. Or maybe they threaten the fragile ego of the educated human being, whose soul knows that all his fine knowledge is but an engine of forgetting. You cannot be with them without also being with your own truth. Then you see what you really are, a little fragment in a vastness so great, so various and so shockingly, unimaginably conscious that it completely swallows you. To enter the universe as it really is, you've got to leave your self-pride far behind, and that is a hard, hard thing to do.
Other worlds have faced these same problems. Understand, there are not all that many worlds with intelligent species on them that have survived very long. Often, they come to tragic ends, undone by chance or, more often, by aggression even more excessive than our own. In some places, though, there have been very remarkable solutions to the survival problem.
Some intelligent species have been able to see that their intelligence was a precious asset that could actually intensify itself. They have learned to increase the quantity of this valuable commodity by altering themselves, by creating machine intelligence, and by conferring it on other species on their planets. As if we'd hit upon the idea of genetically engineering brains to greater intelligence, and included not only ourselves but the animal world as well. In such places, life becomes very, very rich.
But mostly it doesn't happen that way. There are people who worry about the fate of consciousness across the universes. (And there is more than one, as we will soon discover.) They worry because so often intelligence--which is the single most important way station on the road to consciousness--fails. It's incredibly rare, and it fails. Thus the journey toward ecstasy is compromised.
The more consciousness, the more ecstasy, and consciousness cannot come about without intelligence. What is worse, until a species is conscious, intervention is very, very difficult. That's the problem that the visitors are having here. If they intervene openly, our culture totally refocuses itself toward them and all human innovation stops. We end up locked in a state of profound disempowerment that will take many generations to recover, and that will leave a permanent scar.
The visitors cannot reveal themselves to us. We must reveal ourselves to them.
So, where are we? Certainly, we are avoiding facing the reality of their presence here. Where we are is on the edge of a new world, and it's not the best of all possible new worlds, believe me. The environment has already begun collapsing in irrevocable ways, and over the next half century many, many lives will be lost. Personally, I do not think that we will go completely extinct, not unless we?re helped along in some way. I think that we are going to defy the odds and live and thrive anyway, no matter that we're led by people of the death wish, no matter that the visitors have turned their backs on us. I have this faith in mankind precisely because I am among the very rarest of human creatures: I have really and truly been outside of mankind, insofar as I have treated with nonhuman intelligent beings. I have seen what they are, and therefore now see my own kind to a degree as an outsider. And what I see compels me to wonder. You really have no way to know how marvelous you are. Mankind is like a scattering of jewels in the blue of the world. You can't even see the dead and dying souls. They don?t matter and they are surprisingly few. They just make a lot more noise than the great, sacred majority.
No, I have failed to link us to the visitors. I have failed to break the bondage of official secrecy, or to save the souls of the keepers of the secrets. I have failed to raise the eyes of the average man.
But I have not failed entirely, because I did not fail in my contacts, and I have not failed with you. In time--and time is what this is, in the end, all about--my small successes will emerge as being far more important than my great failures.
I miss my dear and dangerous friends. I miss those days of the very highest adventure, the sheer thrill that would come over me when, a mile or so back in the woods in the dead of night, I would see the quick, darting movement and then the terrible eyes. Then I would sit down on the ground, and open my swooning, terrified mind as best I could, and there would be wonder.
I miss my life with her. The various things we tried, in our effort to tame each to the other. We could not be face to face for more than a few seconds, so she took to riding on my back. It was the only way we could embrace without me getting scared and her suffering grave anguish because of my fear. So we would stay like that, with her little soft body clasped around me from behind--soft, but with bones like iron and a grip of steel. We were sensually repellent to each other, but we made romance in our hearts, anyway, and if in time they do emerge more into the life of man, this is how it will be.
It will be so hard. They're bad, never doubt it. They sin and fail and are weak and venial. They can be murderously indifferent when they?re concentrating on an important objective. They do not find us nearly as important as we find ourselves, and they can therefore be cruel in the pursuit of their goals. But when you connect with them, the rewards are very, very great. Stupendous, actually. Beyond measure.
One fifteen. It's quiet here. December 26. A Monday, this year. I am not so far from death, the unknown country. But I've traveled it a good deal, actually, so it's not so strange to me now. I understand how the mystery of the soul works. They showed me by example; the Master of the Key explained it intellectually. Not the slightest breeze flows, not a night bird cries. The kitchen clock hums, my eyes grow heavy, another day comes rolling on. Very faintly, from where I sit in this moment, I can hear the sea's sighing night voice. The most ancient sound of the world, the ocean.
Now I will lie myself down. In a few hours, my heart will start pounding, my flesh again recoiling from the touch of the unknown. But not in this moment. In this moment, peace abides. I see rising as if in the soul's hidden earth, a new sun. This is us, this sun, mankind rising from our broken world, on the strong two wings of the good human heart and the good human mind.
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sounds like herzog zwei.
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now the ufo's are in australia. there are so many of them appearing that you just can't help believing that they exist. people from another world or planet are really coming over here in our planet. they have their own planet. these are beings from another world or planet but far superior than us that is why governments are afraid of confirming there presence because they are far superior than us and our air force jets are no match from their space ships. the movents of their fying saucers are far superior
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Three UFO's Over the Air Force- Italy 1945
In this picture taken from the ground as an Italian air force troop flies by you can see three very perculiar lights far into the heavens. They were proven not to be stars or dust on the camara and were taken very seriously with the defence department.
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I have been abducted by aliens, says Japan's first lady
Peter Popham - 3 September 2009
Move over Michelle, watch your backs, Carla and Sarah. There's a new kid on the first lady block, and she looks like upstaging the lot of you.
Miyuki Hatoyama, wife of Japan's Prime Minister-elect, Yukio Hatoyama, is a lifestyle guru, a macrobiotics enthusiast, an author of cookery books, a retired actress, a divorcee, and a fearless clothes horse for garments of her own creation, including a skirt made from Hawaiian coffee sacks. But there is more, much more. She has travelled to the planet Venus. And she was once abducted by aliens.
The 62-year-old also knew Tom Cruise in a former incarnation – when he was Japanese – and is now looking forward to making a Hollywood movie with him. "I believe he'd get it if I said to him, 'Long time no see', when we meet," she said in a recent interview. But it is her claim in a book entitled "Very Strange Things I've Encountered" that she was abducted by aliens while she slept one night 20 years ago, that has suddenly drawn attention following last Sunday's poll.
"While my body was asleep, I think my soul rode on a triangular-shaped UFO and went to Venus," she explains in the tome she published last year. "It was a very beautiful place, and it was very green."
When the new Japanese first lady related her adventures to her then husband, he told her flatteringly that it was probably just a dream. But she is confident that Yukio, the man now entrusted with the task of hauling Japan out of its deepest recession, would have reacted very differently. "My current husband has a different way of thinking. He would surely say, 'Oh, that's great'," she wrote. Mrs Hatoyama's self-confidence in projecting her personality, and shattering the traditional expectations of a political wife, probably derives from her early years as a dancer in Japan's legendary all-female Takarazuka theatrical troupe.
Founded in 1913, Takarazuka has long enjoyed cult status in Japan. The star players in its glitzy, saccharine, ferociously camp productions of US classics like Gone with the Wind enjoy superstar status among the armies of women that flock to the shows. Takarazuka's actresses are picked from thousands of teenage hopefuls in a stringent selection process and subjected to a quasi-monastic training regimen. While a handful become household names, the great majority, like Mrs Hatoyama, retire after a few years. But the aura of belonging to this exclusive sorority clings to them for ever.
After six years Mrs Hatoyama quit the troupe and went to the United States. It was there, while working in a Japanese restaurant in San Francisco, that she met Yukio, then a graduate student at Stanford University. Miyuki was still married to her first husband. "The average man chooses his mate from among unmarried women," Mr Hatoyama boasted years later. "I chose mine from among all women."
Rejecting the reticence that is customary in Japan, Mr Hatoyama makes no secret of his devotion to his multi-talented wife. His website has a photo of the pair of them in an affectionate pose, and he admits happily to being what the Japanese call a "my-home-papa". "I feel relieved when I get home," he says. "She is like an energy refuelling base."
Though Mr Hatoyama is a multi-millionaire and the fourth generation of his family to rise to the top of the Japanese political world, his appearance is unconventional by rigid Japanese standards: his hair is unruly and he rejects the navy uniform of the political world in favour of suits of brown and moss green.
It is this refusal to bow to convention, as well as his tendency to drop conversation-stopping remarks – like his call, during the election campaign, for a "politics full of love" – that long ago led other Japanese politicians to dismiss him as an uchujin, an alien. Though not, presumably, the one who took Miyuki to Venus.
Japan's new Prime Minister, Yukio Hatoyama, with his wife, Miyuki, in the early days of their marriage
Another Politician Leans Toward Disclosure
Billy Booth - About.com February 7, 2009
Another politician has come forward with promises of UFO disclosure, if he is elected, that is. Great Britain's Conservative Party leader, David Cameron, vowed at a news conference that if he is elected Prime Minister, he would end secrecy surrounding the country's UFO and extraterrestrial activity.
He claimed that he would have a government that would be "entirely open and frank." This sounds very similar to what Obama has said in America, although no direct reference to UFOs was made at the time.
The possibility of UFO disclosure seems to be gaining more and more momentum, as a number of world governments have disclosed at least some of their previous "top secret" files. As a matter of fact, Britain's Mod has just released some more files from 2008.
Is it possible that the day will come when all of the previously hidden files will be made public?
U.S. President Truman inspected UFO crash - in 1947
scepticfiles.org
A British politician says the U.S. government recovered the bodies of four extraterrestrials and the wreckage of their starship in 1947 - and he has the secret report to prove it!
"The United States has been involved in a massive cover-up of alien contact for better than 40 years," said the politician, who asked to remain anonymous whin he gave copies of the document to reporters in the House of Lords.
"This is bigger than any mere Watergate," he added. "This is a cosmic Watergate - and it's time the truth was told."
The papers, signed by President Harry Truman who saw the dead aliens, were addressed to the most powerful figures in Britain. Then Prime Minister Clement Atlee got a copy, as did Winston Churchill, King George VI, the Queen Mother and select members of the House of Lords.
The leaders' reactions reportedly ranged from shock and amazement to outright fear. The document itself stressed the need to keep the recovery operation secret to avoid "a massive religious backlash and worldwide panic."
It went on to describe the extraterrestrials in chilling detail.
"Four small human-like beings apparently ejected from the craft before it exploded and crashed in America's southwest," said the report. "All four were dead and decomposed due to predators and exposure to the elements before their discovery. The beings were between four and five feet tall. They wore tight-fitting silver jumpsuits. Their heads were disproportionately large, with oversized brown eyes, slanted in the head. Their noses and mouth were mere slits. They had small holes for ears."
The document went on to say that pieces of the starship were strewn for miles. Analysis showed fragments to be a strong and lightweight metal but were otherwise inconclusive. The report did not pinpoint the location of the crash, nor did it say where the bodies and fragments were taken. But the likeliest destination was Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio - where the bodies of four more humaniods were taken after a second crash 10 years later.
Though the U.S. Government has never confirmed either crash, UFO experts are convinced that both wreckage and bodies are still preserved. In fact a super-secret government agency, code-named PI 40, keeps tabs on alien visitors and briefs U.S. Presidents on UFO developments past and present, the British source said.
Gerber Pasche, founder and president of the Swiss UFO watchdog group, Alien Encounter, was appalled to learn of the cover-up. He told reporters that the governments of the United States and Britain should be held accountable - and tried in the court of world opinion.
"The irony of all this is that everybody knows what's going on - we've known for years," he said. "Space aliens exist and have a deep and abiding interest in our planet. This is a concern of all mankind - not just superpower leaders."
Politician and pilot spot UFO in Meath
Belfast Telegraph - 29 September 2008
The truth is out there - and if a police officer, a politician and a pilot are to be believed, aliens are keeping a close eye on us from above.
Dramatic eye-witness testimony was heard at a conference over the weekend which, delegates were told, provided "definitive" proof of recent UFO activity in the skies around north Dublin and Meath.
Footage, filmed on a camera phone at 10.35pm on August 3 near Dunboyne was also played and replayed to over 70 delegates who attended the fifth Irish International UFO conference in Carrick-on-Shannon.
The triangular shaped image, with lights at each point, which appeared to send a red laser-type light towards earth, drew gasps of amazement from the 70 or so delegates who attended the world premiere of the footage.
A senior garda officer who was driving when he noticed the unusual light formation in the sky stopped to film it.
"There is no footage like this in the world. It is the most amazing and spectacular I have ever seen," said Carl Nally, co-founder of UFO and Paranormal Research Ireland and joint author of 'Conspiracy of Silence'.
Five days earlier, on July 29, an off-duty pilot who photographed lightning from Howth pier just after midnight later noticed what appeared to be a triangular-shaped object to the right of the lightning fork in the developed image.
And Fianna Fail Town Councillor in Trim, Jimmy Peppard, ran indoors for a camera on August 8 when he spotted a triangular-shaped object measuring "about a mile in diameter" in the sky, where it remained static for about half an hour.
"What we have here is sightings of three objects east, west and south-east of Dublin airport, each five days apart by reliable and trained observers and even since I have arrived here I have received another image from a pilot," Mr Nally told the conference.
He later described the laser beam footage as the best footage on the planet and said it would be shown all over the world. "This is what the sceptics are crying out for. What all this footage has in common is that trained observers, honest people, took it. What better could you get than a senior garda, a politician and a pilot," he said.
He added that he would not rule out speculation that increased UFO activity in the north Dublin and Meath areas was linked to the road construction works near Tara. "We cannot rule this out as a possibility. We are talking about a very ancient sacred place," he said.
Ross Hemsworth, who presents a TV show on Sky which investigates the paranormal, said he would reserve judgment until he examined the footage more closely.
"There have been a lot of sightings in Ireland in a lot of strange places and the proximity to the digging of the motorway may have opened things up," he said.
Delegates at the two-day event, organised by Betty Meyler, President of the UFO Society of Ireland, otherwise immersed themselves in talk of orbs, luminosity, crop circles, alien abductions and star children. And ex-oilfield executive Ian Crane warned of plans for a fake alien invasion to be staged at the 2012 Olympics in London by the terrorists behind 9/11 and other atrocities, in their quest for global control.
For organiser Betty Meyler the conference provided an opportunity for like-minded people to come together and make friends. "Before, people were afraid to report sightings because they did not want to be thought of as 'cuckoo' but that has changed now," she said. -
sg also got what... u go MBS side then look over the merlion direction.. u will see a UFO beside it one.... landed in it's parking lot lor... waiting to fly again...
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Dont really want to believe or not.
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oh ya..... i saw a UFO flying around jurong point tonight leh... near the RVHS side...... then fly slow and low got colour light one.......heard there is more during weekend... u all dun believe go see ok... sure got one...especially around evening time
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Originally posted by angel7030:
In Singapore, I think saw some UFO branded longan in heavy syrup at some supermarket before.
what is 'longan'. you cannot use vulgarities here har little girl. -
Now the courageous woman is coming forward with her horrifying story, hoping that she can help others who have suffered similar ordeals by revealing that they are not alone.
What I went through was terrible, but I know I'm not the only woman who has had this happen to her, says Connie, 34. UFO experts have told me that as many as one out of every 50 Americans has been abducted by aliens. I want the government to stop covering up the truth about aliens. They are all around us, they are taking citizens off the streets, they are damaging people's bodies and minds. As long as we deny that this is happening, we will be the helpless guineapigs of extraterrestrials.
Connie was abducted from the terrace of her high rise apartment on the night of Aug. 3, 1993. She and her small daughter Tina, 2, had gone to bed earlier in the evening and Connie had awakened to a bright light shining in her window. She stepped onto the terrace of her 23rd floor apartment and suddenly found herself paralyzed in the glare of a spotlight coming from above.
Incredible, she found herself floating in the air, suspended above the streets of New York and rising into a giant, disc-like spacecraft. Once inside, she was subjected to horrifying medical experiments - and raped by a extraterres- trial with gray skin and bulging, egg-size eyes.
Connie passed out and awoke hours later on her own bed, her body bruised and battered. She went to a hospital emergency room, where doctors treated her as a rape victim and urged her to report the attack to police. But the shell- shocked mom kept her experience a secret.
I was afraid to tell - afraid no one would believe me, Connie now admits. I felt guilty and ashamed. It was only later, when I heard a radio program featuring four people who'd been abducted by UFOs, that I realized I wasn't the only one. And I realized I had a duty to come forward and tell what happened to me.
I believe there are many other women like me - women who've been sexually molested by aliens and who've suffered in silence the devastating feelings that all rape victims suffer. I want them to know they aren't alone. I want them to contact me and tell me their stories.
Space alien rape victim Connie Renblosser recalls every moment of her shocking ordeal as if it were seared - second by second - into her memory. Here, in her own words, is a description of what she suffered at the hands of her extraterrestrial tormentors:
I was physically paralyzed, but my mind was alert. I can remember being taken inside the metallic spaceship and carried by four small, hairless beings with large eyes up a dimly lit corridor. They took me through rooms full of instruments and machinery with flashing lights and beeping monitors.
The spacemen carried me into a room where they laid me on a metal gurney. I was wheeled into a glass or plastic enclosure with huge lights suspended from the ceiling and attached to wires and metal rods. After that, the agony began.
A tall gray skinned space creature with a huge bulbous head and bulging eyes appeared at my side and ordered the little ones away. Then he began examining me, using giant needles to puncture my skin and using strange instruments to measure and probe my body.
I can remember that he inserted something into my womb. I could feel it wig- gling around inside me, but I couldn't move, I couldn't stop it. The pain was so terrible I passed out.
The next thing I knew I woke up in my own bed. I was covered in blood. I had a puncture wound behind my left ear and another hole near my navel, both of them still oozing blood. My thighs and arms were badly bruised. A huge chunk of hair was missing from the back of my skull.
I went to the hospital they told me I had internal injuries. They said my cervix was bruised and the walls of my womb had been damaged. They thought I was a rape victim and counseled me to report the crime to police, but at the time I couldn't face it.
Since then I've had all the normal reactions of a rape victim - only worse. Because I know that the creature who violated my body was not of this world. I know I was molested by a monster from outer space and I will never, ever, be the same again.
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It is better to have some photos showing ufos.
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sometimes you tell ppl your own experiences they won;t believe. like i got a friend jobless for many months. the recruiters see hisresume whakao jobless so long still survive. so instead of getting serious about introducing jobs to him they started asking questionabout this and that. some think mayb know how he can survive for so long mayb he got some secret to itthey alsowant to know how to make secret money.
this one 90s shit see enjoy. humans molesting aliens
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is ok....i know people go jobless for many years and in the end got stat board job.
