mattermysteries
August 7th 03, 01:42 PM
By the way, if we are merely dealing with physical UFO creatures that
abduct people. Things won't be so bad. Unfortunately. These creatures
also made a pact with malevolent spiritual entities. The latter
want to suck the emotions and fears of the victims as these feed
these malevolent beings. Remember Nancy of Zetatalk. There were many
victims like her. The entities initially impressed the victim with
knowledge... make him/her attract a flock of blind followers, then
later abandon him/her to ruin after the followers get victimized too.
It happened several times in different places. The following article
would introduce one to it. It can happen again several times, so keep
your eyes open.
Quoting John Keel in "Operation Trojan Horse"
(sorry for the long post but won't do it again - M).
<Start Excerpt>
"Within a year after I had launched my full-time UFO investigating
effort in 1966, the phenomenon had zeroed in on me, just as it had
done with the British newspaper editor Arthur Shuttlewood and so many
others. My telephone ran amok first, with mysterious strangers calling
day and night to deliver bizarre messages "from the space people."
Then I was catapulted into the dreamlike fantasy world of demonology.
I kept rendezvous with black Cadillacs on Long Island, and when I
tried to pursue them, they would disappear impossibly on dead-end
roads. Throughout 1967, 1 was called out in the middle of the night to
go on silly wild-goose chases and try to affect "rescues" of troubled
contactees. Luminous aerial objects seemed to follow me around like
faithful dogs. The objects seemed to know where I was going and where
I had been. I would check into a motel chosen at random only to find
that someone had made a reservation in my name and had even left a
string of nonsensical telephon e messages for me. I was plagued by
impossible coincidences, and some of my closest friends in New York,
none of whom was conversant with the phenomenon, began to report
strange experiences of their own poltergeists erupted in their
apartments, ugly smells of hydrogen sulfide haunted them. One girl of
my acquaintance suffered an inexplicable two-hour mental blackout
while she was sitting under a hair dryer alone in her own apartment.
More than once I woke up in the middle of t he night to find myself
unable to move, with a huge dark apparition standing over me.
For a time I questioned my own sanity. I kept profusive notes-a daily
journal which now reads like something from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
or H. P. Lovecraft.
Previous to all this I was a typical hard-boiled skeptic. I sneered at
the occult. I had once published a book, Jadoo, which denigrated the
mystical legends of the Orient. I tried to adopt a very scientific
apprto ufology, and this meant that I scoffed at the many contactee
reports. But as my experiences mounted and investigations broadened, I
rapidly changed my views.
While traveling through some twenty states to check firsthand the
innumerable UFO reports, I was astonished to find many silent
contactees, and while the physical descriptions they offered were
varied, it quickly became obvious that they were all suffering the
same physiological and psychological symptoms. Through these silent
contactees (people whose stories have never been published) I actually
entered into communication with the entities themselves. When a UFO
would land on an isolated farm and the ufona ut would visit a
contactee, he or she would call me immediately and I would actually
converse with the entity by telephone, sometimes for hours. It all
sounds ridiculous now, but it happened. My notes, tapes, and other
materials testify to the fact.
I developed an elaborate system of checks and balances to preclude
hoaxes. Unrelated people in several states became a part of my secret
network to that mysterious "other world." I wasted months playing the
mischievous games of the elementals, searching for nonexistent UFO
bases, trying to find ways to protect witnesses from the "men in
black." Poltergeist manifestations seemed to break out wherever I
went. It was difficult to judge whether I was unwittingly creating
these situations in some manner, or whet her they were entirely
independent of my mind.
Now, in retrospect, I can see what was actually taking place. The
phenomenon was slowly introducing me to aspects I had never even
considered before. I was being led step by step from skepticism to
belief to-incredibly-disbelief. When my thinking went awry and my
concepts were wrong, the phenomenon actually led me back onto the
right path. It was all an educational process, and my teachers were
very, very patient. Other people who have become involved in this
situation have not been so lucky. They settled u pon and accepted a
single frame of reference and were quickly engulfed in disaster.
Several examples will be cited in this chapter.
But let's review some of the game playing first. In May 1967, the
entities promised the silent contactees that a big power failure could
be expected. On June 4, 1967, the Arab-Israeli six-day war broke out
in the Middle East. Early the next morning, June 5, a massive power
failure occurred in four states in the northeastern United States.
Throughout that month the contactees were warned that an even bigger
power failure was due. It would be nationwide in scope and would last
for three days, the entities pro mised, and would be followed by
natural catastrophes in July. New York City was scheduled to slide
into the ocean on July 2. The contactees did not broadcast these dire
predictions, yet the rumors snowballed. By mid-June nearly all of the
hardware stores in the flap areas had sold out their supplies of
candles and flashlights. Late that May, the UFO entities had also
declared that Pope Paul would visit Turkey in the coming months and
would be bloodily assassinated and that this would precipitate the
blackout and the disasters. Weeks later the Vatican suddenly announce
d that the Pope was, indeed, planning to visit Turkey in July. Panic
prevailed in the secret contactee circles.
I was astonished when I discovered that these same rumors were also
sweeping New York's hippie community. People began phoning me late in
June to ask me where I was going on July 2. I was not going anywhere.
I refused to join the exodus, and Manhattan did not sink into the sea.
Other predictions received that month began to come true right on the
nose, however. There were predicted plane crashes; a jet airliner
collided with a private plane over Henderson, North Carolina, killing,
among others, J. T. McNaughton who had just been appointed U.S.
Secretary of the Navy, and the next day, July 20, an identical
accident occurred in Brazil, killing some leading Brazilian politicos.
I started to get nervous.
What astonished me most was that these predictions were coming in from
a wide variety of sources. Trance mediums and automatic writers in
touch with the spirit world were coming up with the same things as the
UFO contactees. Often the prophecies were phrased identically in
different sections of the country. Even when they failed to come off,
we still could not overlook this peculiar set of correlative factors.
So convincing were these demonstrations that I finally packed up my
equipment, rented a car, and drove out to the flap area near Melville,
Long Island, to await the assassination and the blackout.
Just before I left Manhattan, I stopped in a local delicatessen and
bought three quarts of distilled water. I figured that a three-day
power failure would certainly be accompanied by a water shortage. On
my way out to Long Island I stopped in on a silent contactee, and he
told me he had received a brief visit from a UFO entity a short time
before. This entity had mentioned me, he said, and had given him a
message to relay to me. The message didn't make sense to the
contactee. It was, "Tell John we'll meet w ith him and help him drink
all that water." (The water was in the trunk of the car, and the
contactee had no way of knowing I had it.)
The Pope was not assassinated that weekend, happily, but I saw several
UFOs. They seemed to follow me around, as usual. And I was stuck with
all that distilled water.
Throughout the fall the predictions continued to come in, and a
surprisingly high percentage of them came true. Later in October I had
a lengthy long-distance call from a being who was allegedly a UFO
entity. He warned me that there would soon be a major disaster on the
Ohio River and that many people would drown. He also told me to expect
a startling development when President Johnson turned on the lights on
the White House Christmas tree in December, implying that a huge
blackout would take place as soon as the President pulled the switch.
The warning about the Ohio disaster disturbed me enough so that I
broke my own silence, and on November 3, I wrote to Mrs. Mary Hyre, a
reporter in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and warned her that we
might expect some sort of calamity in the coming weeks. She still has
that letter.
Around Thanksgiving I returned to West Virginia for a few days and
discovered that a number of people, none of whom knew about my
prophecy, had been having horrible dreams of a river disaster. Mrs.
Virginia Thomas, who lived in the heart of the TNT area, an abandoned
World War II ammunition dump, was one who told me in some detail about
her nightmares of people drowning in the river. Mrs. Hyre told me that
she had also been having disturbing dreams; dreams of pleading faces
and brightly wrapped Christmas pa ckages floating on the dark water of
the Ohio.
During my visit I saw more of those puzzling lights in the sky and
listened to more eerie tales of monsters and poltergeists. As usual, I
stayed in a motel across the river on the outskirts of Gallipolis,
Ohio, and every day I drove my rented car across the rickety 700-foot
span of the Silver Bridge which joined Point Pleasant with the Ohio
side.
There seemed to be an air of foreboding in Point Pleasant that
November-something that no one could quite put his finger on. When I
caught a plane for Washington, D.C., later I felt decidedly uneasy. I
remembered that all of the UFO predictions for July 1967 had come true
except the big one. There had been the plane crashes, and an
earthquake had taken place in Turkey just before the Pope flew there.
Several minor prophecies had also come true. Now, in December, I had a
long list to check off. In October, I had been told that "the Hopi and
Navajo Indians will make headlines shortly before Christmas." Sure
enough, early in December a blizzard struck the Indian reservations in
the Southwest, and they did make the headlines as rescue efforts were
launched to rush them supplies and medicine.
On the morning of December 11, I was awakened by a mysterious caller
who informed me that there would be an airplane disaster in Tucson,
Arizona. The next day an Air Force jet plowed into a shopping center
in Tucson.
On December 15, President Johnson held the usual Christmas tree
lighting ceremony at the White House. Because I was expecting a major
blackout, I warned a few close friends (who by now must have thought
that I was quite balmy) and was joined in my New York apartment by Dan
Drasin, the movie-TV producer, and another friend who is a police
official. We nervously watched the tree-lighting ceremony on
television. The President pushed the switch. The tree lit up, and the
assembled crowd oooed and ahhhed. Everyth ing went off as scheduled.
The nation's power systems did not blow a fuse.
But thirty seconds after the tree was turned on, an announcer
interrupted the news special with a sudden flash.
"A bridge between Gallipolis, Ohio, and West Virginia has just
collapsed," he intoned soberly. "It was heavily laden with rush-hour
traffic. There are no further details as yet. "
I was stunned. There was only one bridge on that section of the river.
The Silver Bridge between Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and Ohio.
Christmas packages were floating in the dark waters of the Ohio.
The World Ended Last Night...
A few hours after the collapse of the Silver Bridge, on the other side
of the world the Prime Minister of Australia decided to go for a swim
on his favorite beach. He vanished. His body was never washed ashore.
The elementals had predicted this.
In the Soviet Union, a series of explosions rocked Moscow that
weekend. An apartment house blew up. A few blocks away, an automobile
belonging to an American newspaperman also exploded into small pieces.
There was no one near it at the time. Another prediction come true.
This is the tiger behind the door of prophecy. Some of the predictions
are unerringly accurate; so precise that there are no factors of
coincidence or lucky guesswork. The ultraterrestrials or elementals
are able to convince their friends (who sometimes also become victims)
that they have complete foreknowledge of all human events. Then, when
these people are totally sold, the ultraterrestrials introduce a joker
into the deck. They had me buying distilled water and fleeing to Long
Island in the summer of 19 67, fully convinced that Pope Paul was
going to be assassinated and that a worldwide blackout was going to
punish the world for three terrible days.
I was lucky. I didn't cry their warning from the housetops. I didn't
surround myself with a wild-eyed cult impressed with the accuracy of
the previous predictions.
Others haven't been so lucky.
Dr. Charles A. Laughead, an MD on the staff of Michigan State
University in East Lansing, Michigan, started communicating with
assorted entities "from outer space" in 1954, largely through trance
mediums who served as instruments for Ashtar and his cronies from that
great intergalactic council in the sky. A number of minor prophecies
were passed along, and as usual, they all came true on the nose. Then
Ashtar tossed in his bombshell. The world was going to end on December
21, 1954, he announced convincingly . He spelled out the exact nature
of the cataclysm: North America was going to split in two, and the
Atlantic coast would sink into the sea. France, England and Russia
were also slated for a watery grave. However, all was not lost. A few
chosen people would be rescued by spaceships. Naturally, Dr. Laughead
and his friends were among that select group. Having been impressed by
the validity of the earlier predictions of the entities, Dr. Laughead
took this one most seriousl y, made sober declarations to the pr ess,
and on December 21, 1954, he and a group of his fellow believers
clustered together in a garden to await rescue. They had been
instructed to wear no metal, and they therefore discarded belt
buckles, pens, clasps, cigarette lighters, and shoes with metal
eyelets. Then they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
That same year, another doctor named Wilhelm Reich was watching
glittering starlike objects maneuver over his home in Rangeley, Maine.
The "space people" had a little gift for him, too: a strange theory
about cosmic energies called Orgone. Dr. Reich had studied and worked
under Freud in Vienna and later held posts at several important
educational institutions. He was a brilliant, highly educated man. But
somehow he became convinced that Orgone was the vital life force of
the universe and that it even powere d the UFOs that were flooding the
world's skies in 1954. His colleagues and the Food and Drug
Administration viewed his theories with some dismay. He was drummed
out of the medical ranks, hauled into court, tried, and jailed. He
died in prison eight months later, a broken man still convinced that
he had unlocked a great cosmic secret.
Two years earlier, in that grand UFO year of 1952, two men were
driving through the mountains near Parana, Brazil, in the state of Sao
Paulo, when they encountered five saucer-shaped objects hovering in
the air. Later one of these men, Aladino Felix, revisited the spot,
and this time a UFO landed and he was invited aboard. He had a
pleasant chat with the saucer captain, a being who looked very human
and very ordinary, and he went away convinced that the Venusians were
paying us a friendly visit.
Then in March 1953, there was a knock at the door of Felix's home, and
his wife answered. She reported that there was "a priest" asking for
him. Because Felix was an atheist at the time, he was a bit surprised.
He was even more surprised when he walked out to meet the man. It was
his old friend, the flying saucer pilot, now turned out in a cashmere
suit, a white shirt with a stiff collar, and a neat blue tie.
This was the first of along series of visits during which the two men
discussed flying saucers and their mechanics and the state of the
universe at large. Mr. Felix kept careful notes of these conversations
and later put them into an interesting little book titled My Contact
with Flying Saucers, under the pseudonym of Dino Kraspedon. It was
first published in 1959 and was largely dismissed as just another
piece of crackpot literature. However, a careful reading reveals a
thorough knowledge of both theology and science, and many of the ideas
and phrases found only in most obscure occult and contactee literature
appear here. Among other things, the book also discusses an impending
cosmic disaster in lucid, almost convincing terms: the same kind of
warning that is passed on to every contactee in one way or another.
Dino Kraspedon's real identity remained a mystery for years. The book
ended up on shelves next to George Adamski's works. (Like Adamski,
Kraspedon claimed that he sometimes met the Venusians in the heart of
cities, one such meeting taking place at a railroad station in Sao
Paulo.) Then, in 1965, Dino Kraspedon surfaced as a self-styled
prophet named Aladino Felix. He warned of a disaster about to take
place in Rio de Janeiro. Sure enough, floods and landslides struck a
month later, killing 600. In 1966, he warned that a Russian cosmonaut
would soon die,* and in the fall of 1967 he appeared on television in
Brazil to soberly discuss the forthcoming assassinations in the United
States, naming Martin Luther King and Senator Robert Kennedy.
The startling accuracy of his major and minor predictions impressed
many people, of course. When he started predicting an outbreak of
violence, bombings and murders in Brazil in 1968, no one was too
surprised when a wave of strange terrorist attacks actually began.
Police stations and public buildings in Sao Paulo were dynamited.
There was a wave of bank robberies, and an armored payroll train was
heisted. The Brazilian police worked overtime and soon rounded up
eighteen members of the gang. A twenty-five-year-old policeman named
Jesse Morais proved to be the gang's bomb expert. They had blown up
Second Army Headquarters, a major newspaper, and even the American
consulate. When the gang members started to sing, it was learned that
they planned to assassinate top gover nment officials and eventually
take over the entire country of Brazil. Jesse Morais had been promised
the job of police chief in the new government.
The leader of this ring was... Aladino Felix!
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(Sanjay) wrote in message >...
> It is terrestrial Sorry for the typo mistake. I am happy to find that
> there are a few facts suppoting inorganic life forms also.
>
> May be we find life made of Iron and Steels then we would need
> artificial Robots to fight with them.
>
> Bye
> Sanjay
>
> http://www.freebulls.com/Astronomy/index.html
abduct people. Things won't be so bad. Unfortunately. These creatures
also made a pact with malevolent spiritual entities. The latter
want to suck the emotions and fears of the victims as these feed
these malevolent beings. Remember Nancy of Zetatalk. There were many
victims like her. The entities initially impressed the victim with
knowledge... make him/her attract a flock of blind followers, then
later abandon him/her to ruin after the followers get victimized too.
It happened several times in different places. The following article
would introduce one to it. It can happen again several times, so keep
your eyes open.
Quoting John Keel in "Operation Trojan Horse"
(sorry for the long post but won't do it again - M).
<Start Excerpt>
"Within a year after I had launched my full-time UFO investigating
effort in 1966, the phenomenon had zeroed in on me, just as it had
done with the British newspaper editor Arthur Shuttlewood and so many
others. My telephone ran amok first, with mysterious strangers calling
day and night to deliver bizarre messages "from the space people."
Then I was catapulted into the dreamlike fantasy world of demonology.
I kept rendezvous with black Cadillacs on Long Island, and when I
tried to pursue them, they would disappear impossibly on dead-end
roads. Throughout 1967, 1 was called out in the middle of the night to
go on silly wild-goose chases and try to affect "rescues" of troubled
contactees. Luminous aerial objects seemed to follow me around like
faithful dogs. The objects seemed to know where I was going and where
I had been. I would check into a motel chosen at random only to find
that someone had made a reservation in my name and had even left a
string of nonsensical telephon e messages for me. I was plagued by
impossible coincidences, and some of my closest friends in New York,
none of whom was conversant with the phenomenon, began to report
strange experiences of their own poltergeists erupted in their
apartments, ugly smells of hydrogen sulfide haunted them. One girl of
my acquaintance suffered an inexplicable two-hour mental blackout
while she was sitting under a hair dryer alone in her own apartment.
More than once I woke up in the middle of t he night to find myself
unable to move, with a huge dark apparition standing over me.
For a time I questioned my own sanity. I kept profusive notes-a daily
journal which now reads like something from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
or H. P. Lovecraft.
Previous to all this I was a typical hard-boiled skeptic. I sneered at
the occult. I had once published a book, Jadoo, which denigrated the
mystical legends of the Orient. I tried to adopt a very scientific
apprto ufology, and this meant that I scoffed at the many contactee
reports. But as my experiences mounted and investigations broadened, I
rapidly changed my views.
While traveling through some twenty states to check firsthand the
innumerable UFO reports, I was astonished to find many silent
contactees, and while the physical descriptions they offered were
varied, it quickly became obvious that they were all suffering the
same physiological and psychological symptoms. Through these silent
contactees (people whose stories have never been published) I actually
entered into communication with the entities themselves. When a UFO
would land on an isolated farm and the ufona ut would visit a
contactee, he or she would call me immediately and I would actually
converse with the entity by telephone, sometimes for hours. It all
sounds ridiculous now, but it happened. My notes, tapes, and other
materials testify to the fact.
I developed an elaborate system of checks and balances to preclude
hoaxes. Unrelated people in several states became a part of my secret
network to that mysterious "other world." I wasted months playing the
mischievous games of the elementals, searching for nonexistent UFO
bases, trying to find ways to protect witnesses from the "men in
black." Poltergeist manifestations seemed to break out wherever I
went. It was difficult to judge whether I was unwittingly creating
these situations in some manner, or whet her they were entirely
independent of my mind.
Now, in retrospect, I can see what was actually taking place. The
phenomenon was slowly introducing me to aspects I had never even
considered before. I was being led step by step from skepticism to
belief to-incredibly-disbelief. When my thinking went awry and my
concepts were wrong, the phenomenon actually led me back onto the
right path. It was all an educational process, and my teachers were
very, very patient. Other people who have become involved in this
situation have not been so lucky. They settled u pon and accepted a
single frame of reference and were quickly engulfed in disaster.
Several examples will be cited in this chapter.
But let's review some of the game playing first. In May 1967, the
entities promised the silent contactees that a big power failure could
be expected. On June 4, 1967, the Arab-Israeli six-day war broke out
in the Middle East. Early the next morning, June 5, a massive power
failure occurred in four states in the northeastern United States.
Throughout that month the contactees were warned that an even bigger
power failure was due. It would be nationwide in scope and would last
for three days, the entities pro mised, and would be followed by
natural catastrophes in July. New York City was scheduled to slide
into the ocean on July 2. The contactees did not broadcast these dire
predictions, yet the rumors snowballed. By mid-June nearly all of the
hardware stores in the flap areas had sold out their supplies of
candles and flashlights. Late that May, the UFO entities had also
declared that Pope Paul would visit Turkey in the coming months and
would be bloodily assassinated and that this would precipitate the
blackout and the disasters. Weeks later the Vatican suddenly announce
d that the Pope was, indeed, planning to visit Turkey in July. Panic
prevailed in the secret contactee circles.
I was astonished when I discovered that these same rumors were also
sweeping New York's hippie community. People began phoning me late in
June to ask me where I was going on July 2. I was not going anywhere.
I refused to join the exodus, and Manhattan did not sink into the sea.
Other predictions received that month began to come true right on the
nose, however. There were predicted plane crashes; a jet airliner
collided with a private plane over Henderson, North Carolina, killing,
among others, J. T. McNaughton who had just been appointed U.S.
Secretary of the Navy, and the next day, July 20, an identical
accident occurred in Brazil, killing some leading Brazilian politicos.
I started to get nervous.
What astonished me most was that these predictions were coming in from
a wide variety of sources. Trance mediums and automatic writers in
touch with the spirit world were coming up with the same things as the
UFO contactees. Often the prophecies were phrased identically in
different sections of the country. Even when they failed to come off,
we still could not overlook this peculiar set of correlative factors.
So convincing were these demonstrations that I finally packed up my
equipment, rented a car, and drove out to the flap area near Melville,
Long Island, to await the assassination and the blackout.
Just before I left Manhattan, I stopped in a local delicatessen and
bought three quarts of distilled water. I figured that a three-day
power failure would certainly be accompanied by a water shortage. On
my way out to Long Island I stopped in on a silent contactee, and he
told me he had received a brief visit from a UFO entity a short time
before. This entity had mentioned me, he said, and had given him a
message to relay to me. The message didn't make sense to the
contactee. It was, "Tell John we'll meet w ith him and help him drink
all that water." (The water was in the trunk of the car, and the
contactee had no way of knowing I had it.)
The Pope was not assassinated that weekend, happily, but I saw several
UFOs. They seemed to follow me around, as usual. And I was stuck with
all that distilled water.
Throughout the fall the predictions continued to come in, and a
surprisingly high percentage of them came true. Later in October I had
a lengthy long-distance call from a being who was allegedly a UFO
entity. He warned me that there would soon be a major disaster on the
Ohio River and that many people would drown. He also told me to expect
a startling development when President Johnson turned on the lights on
the White House Christmas tree in December, implying that a huge
blackout would take place as soon as the President pulled the switch.
The warning about the Ohio disaster disturbed me enough so that I
broke my own silence, and on November 3, I wrote to Mrs. Mary Hyre, a
reporter in Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and warned her that we
might expect some sort of calamity in the coming weeks. She still has
that letter.
Around Thanksgiving I returned to West Virginia for a few days and
discovered that a number of people, none of whom knew about my
prophecy, had been having horrible dreams of a river disaster. Mrs.
Virginia Thomas, who lived in the heart of the TNT area, an abandoned
World War II ammunition dump, was one who told me in some detail about
her nightmares of people drowning in the river. Mrs. Hyre told me that
she had also been having disturbing dreams; dreams of pleading faces
and brightly wrapped Christmas pa ckages floating on the dark water of
the Ohio.
During my visit I saw more of those puzzling lights in the sky and
listened to more eerie tales of monsters and poltergeists. As usual, I
stayed in a motel across the river on the outskirts of Gallipolis,
Ohio, and every day I drove my rented car across the rickety 700-foot
span of the Silver Bridge which joined Point Pleasant with the Ohio
side.
There seemed to be an air of foreboding in Point Pleasant that
November-something that no one could quite put his finger on. When I
caught a plane for Washington, D.C., later I felt decidedly uneasy. I
remembered that all of the UFO predictions for July 1967 had come true
except the big one. There had been the plane crashes, and an
earthquake had taken place in Turkey just before the Pope flew there.
Several minor prophecies had also come true. Now, in December, I had a
long list to check off. In October, I had been told that "the Hopi and
Navajo Indians will make headlines shortly before Christmas." Sure
enough, early in December a blizzard struck the Indian reservations in
the Southwest, and they did make the headlines as rescue efforts were
launched to rush them supplies and medicine.
On the morning of December 11, I was awakened by a mysterious caller
who informed me that there would be an airplane disaster in Tucson,
Arizona. The next day an Air Force jet plowed into a shopping center
in Tucson.
On December 15, President Johnson held the usual Christmas tree
lighting ceremony at the White House. Because I was expecting a major
blackout, I warned a few close friends (who by now must have thought
that I was quite balmy) and was joined in my New York apartment by Dan
Drasin, the movie-TV producer, and another friend who is a police
official. We nervously watched the tree-lighting ceremony on
television. The President pushed the switch. The tree lit up, and the
assembled crowd oooed and ahhhed. Everyth ing went off as scheduled.
The nation's power systems did not blow a fuse.
But thirty seconds after the tree was turned on, an announcer
interrupted the news special with a sudden flash.
"A bridge between Gallipolis, Ohio, and West Virginia has just
collapsed," he intoned soberly. "It was heavily laden with rush-hour
traffic. There are no further details as yet. "
I was stunned. There was only one bridge on that section of the river.
The Silver Bridge between Point Pleasant, West Virginia, and Ohio.
Christmas packages were floating in the dark waters of the Ohio.
The World Ended Last Night...
A few hours after the collapse of the Silver Bridge, on the other side
of the world the Prime Minister of Australia decided to go for a swim
on his favorite beach. He vanished. His body was never washed ashore.
The elementals had predicted this.
In the Soviet Union, a series of explosions rocked Moscow that
weekend. An apartment house blew up. A few blocks away, an automobile
belonging to an American newspaperman also exploded into small pieces.
There was no one near it at the time. Another prediction come true.
This is the tiger behind the door of prophecy. Some of the predictions
are unerringly accurate; so precise that there are no factors of
coincidence or lucky guesswork. The ultraterrestrials or elementals
are able to convince their friends (who sometimes also become victims)
that they have complete foreknowledge of all human events. Then, when
these people are totally sold, the ultraterrestrials introduce a joker
into the deck. They had me buying distilled water and fleeing to Long
Island in the summer of 19 67, fully convinced that Pope Paul was
going to be assassinated and that a worldwide blackout was going to
punish the world for three terrible days.
I was lucky. I didn't cry their warning from the housetops. I didn't
surround myself with a wild-eyed cult impressed with the accuracy of
the previous predictions.
Others haven't been so lucky.
Dr. Charles A. Laughead, an MD on the staff of Michigan State
University in East Lansing, Michigan, started communicating with
assorted entities "from outer space" in 1954, largely through trance
mediums who served as instruments for Ashtar and his cronies from that
great intergalactic council in the sky. A number of minor prophecies
were passed along, and as usual, they all came true on the nose. Then
Ashtar tossed in his bombshell. The world was going to end on December
21, 1954, he announced convincingly . He spelled out the exact nature
of the cataclysm: North America was going to split in two, and the
Atlantic coast would sink into the sea. France, England and Russia
were also slated for a watery grave. However, all was not lost. A few
chosen people would be rescued by spaceships. Naturally, Dr. Laughead
and his friends were among that select group. Having been impressed by
the validity of the earlier predictions of the entities, Dr. Laughead
took this one most seriousl y, made sober declarations to the pr ess,
and on December 21, 1954, he and a group of his fellow believers
clustered together in a garden to await rescue. They had been
instructed to wear no metal, and they therefore discarded belt
buckles, pens, clasps, cigarette lighters, and shoes with metal
eyelets. Then they waited.
And waited.
And waited.
That same year, another doctor named Wilhelm Reich was watching
glittering starlike objects maneuver over his home in Rangeley, Maine.
The "space people" had a little gift for him, too: a strange theory
about cosmic energies called Orgone. Dr. Reich had studied and worked
under Freud in Vienna and later held posts at several important
educational institutions. He was a brilliant, highly educated man. But
somehow he became convinced that Orgone was the vital life force of
the universe and that it even powere d the UFOs that were flooding the
world's skies in 1954. His colleagues and the Food and Drug
Administration viewed his theories with some dismay. He was drummed
out of the medical ranks, hauled into court, tried, and jailed. He
died in prison eight months later, a broken man still convinced that
he had unlocked a great cosmic secret.
Two years earlier, in that grand UFO year of 1952, two men were
driving through the mountains near Parana, Brazil, in the state of Sao
Paulo, when they encountered five saucer-shaped objects hovering in
the air. Later one of these men, Aladino Felix, revisited the spot,
and this time a UFO landed and he was invited aboard. He had a
pleasant chat with the saucer captain, a being who looked very human
and very ordinary, and he went away convinced that the Venusians were
paying us a friendly visit.
Then in March 1953, there was a knock at the door of Felix's home, and
his wife answered. She reported that there was "a priest" asking for
him. Because Felix was an atheist at the time, he was a bit surprised.
He was even more surprised when he walked out to meet the man. It was
his old friend, the flying saucer pilot, now turned out in a cashmere
suit, a white shirt with a stiff collar, and a neat blue tie.
This was the first of along series of visits during which the two men
discussed flying saucers and their mechanics and the state of the
universe at large. Mr. Felix kept careful notes of these conversations
and later put them into an interesting little book titled My Contact
with Flying Saucers, under the pseudonym of Dino Kraspedon. It was
first published in 1959 and was largely dismissed as just another
piece of crackpot literature. However, a careful reading reveals a
thorough knowledge of both theology and science, and many of the ideas
and phrases found only in most obscure occult and contactee literature
appear here. Among other things, the book also discusses an impending
cosmic disaster in lucid, almost convincing terms: the same kind of
warning that is passed on to every contactee in one way or another.
Dino Kraspedon's real identity remained a mystery for years. The book
ended up on shelves next to George Adamski's works. (Like Adamski,
Kraspedon claimed that he sometimes met the Venusians in the heart of
cities, one such meeting taking place at a railroad station in Sao
Paulo.) Then, in 1965, Dino Kraspedon surfaced as a self-styled
prophet named Aladino Felix. He warned of a disaster about to take
place in Rio de Janeiro. Sure enough, floods and landslides struck a
month later, killing 600. In 1966, he warned that a Russian cosmonaut
would soon die,* and in the fall of 1967 he appeared on television in
Brazil to soberly discuss the forthcoming assassinations in the United
States, naming Martin Luther King and Senator Robert Kennedy.
The startling accuracy of his major and minor predictions impressed
many people, of course. When he started predicting an outbreak of
violence, bombings and murders in Brazil in 1968, no one was too
surprised when a wave of strange terrorist attacks actually began.
Police stations and public buildings in Sao Paulo were dynamited.
There was a wave of bank robberies, and an armored payroll train was
heisted. The Brazilian police worked overtime and soon rounded up
eighteen members of the gang. A twenty-five-year-old policeman named
Jesse Morais proved to be the gang's bomb expert. They had blown up
Second Army Headquarters, a major newspaper, and even the American
consulate. When the gang members started to sing, it was learned that
they planned to assassinate top gover nment officials and eventually
take over the entire country of Brazil. Jesse Morais had been promised
the job of police chief in the new government.
The leader of this ring was... Aladino Felix!
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(Sanjay) wrote in message >...
> It is terrestrial Sorry for the typo mistake. I am happy to find that
> there are a few facts suppoting inorganic life forms also.
>
> May be we find life made of Iron and Steels then we would need
> artificial Robots to fight with them.
>
> Bye
> Sanjay
>
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