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Even the devil was an angel once upon a time. The world has its own rules, and these rules
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Now, before I begin tonight, I do want to say that for the most part, these reports are
not the happy and feel-good experience of reports. A lot of, and quite frankly, I've been involved
with all these accounts. You know, it's human nature to be fearful of the unknown, and that's
been stated. Many people are aware that there is more to our existence than what we just
see on Earth, and we seek answers to questions about higher intelligence beyond the bounds
of this planet. So, during these inquiries, we ask if the powers that be have secret knowledge
of non-terrestrial races and technologies. Eventually, we wonder if official disclosure of the truth will ever be communicated to the populace. You know, I truly doubt that
will ever, you know, ever be, ever happen, unless there's an overwhelming incident that
leaves the government no other choice. So, but then I expect we've kind of been spoon-fed
the information just to calm the masses. Now, abduction and ailing contact experience
of reports can trigger some skepticism in an investigator, especially if the information
is received by a telephone or in person. The demeanor of the individual is usually full
of fear, confusion, and uncontrolled emotion. It's important to listen and avoid making
instant judgments based on the first interaction. But sometimes you get that call in which you
know that something remarkable actually occurred in this person's life, and that you are now
going to become part of their story. So, in this episode, I will describe the reports
and incidents in detail and answer all questions from the chat room. Now, I will say, each
of these cases I'm going to talk about, I've been involved with, and I've done the best
of my ability to try to give the answers to the, to the experiencers and try to calm their
fears. But sometimes I'm not even given that chance, and we'll find out about that as we
go on. This first account is probably one some of you have heard before. It was in my
book. I get a lot of comments about it, and I get a lot of requests to actually talk about
it on the show. So, I'm going to do it tonight. So, in July 2009, I received a call, and it
was a young woman named Mandy. She stated her life had become a living hell, and that
she could no longer live in the house, you know, leave the house in the evening. She
told me, I'm literally afraid of the dark and under siege in my own home at night. Now
Mandy was living in a farmhouse outside of a small town in east central Washington state
less than a mile from the Idaho border. About two weeks prior to contacting me, she and
her mother had noticed bright red and white lights hovering above the cordelene house
As they watched the lights, Mandy began to feel dizzy and fearful. At night, she had
a horrific nightmare that involved constant flashing lights and loud mechanical noises
The next morning, she woke feeling nauseous and lightheaded. Mandy was a schoolteacher
but had to call in sick that day. So, by the next day, Mandy began to feel better
but the lights over the mountains continued on for several nights. She no longer had any
dreams, but she still had this sense of fear lingering with her. Her mother thought that
Mandy was simply overreacting to the spreading of the lights. But then, a few nights later
Mandy and her mother were in the kitchen cleaning up after her late dinner. They began to hear
popping sounds coming from the backyard, and as they looked out the window, they both noticed
hundreds of small red and white lights flying in all directions. Each time a pair of lights
collided, there was a distinct popping. Mandy ran into the living room and looked out the window
There were red and white lights everywhere, out by the road and in the field across the road
Her mother picked up the telephone in order to call the police, but there was no dial tone
There were also strange sounds coming from the roof, similar to scratching
This continued for about five minutes, then suddenly stopped. They were both confused and
scared. The phone was now working, but her mother thought there was no reason to call the police at
that point. So, Mandy walked outside to see if there was any indication of what had just occurred
Everything seemed fine, but there was a slight hooter in the air. She told me that it reminded
her of burnt motor oil, but she couldn't find the source. She eventually went back into the house
but was still bewildered at what had happened. The next night, at approximately 10.30 pm
Mandy was getting ready for bed, and while standing in front of her bathroom mirror
she noticed two loud thuds on the roof. She went into her mother's room to see if she had heard
the sound, but she was already in bed asleep. Now, while walking in the upstairs hallway towards her
room, she heard several more thuds on the roof, as well as stamping sounds in the attic
She looked out of the bedroom window and once again witnessed hundreds of red and white lights
flying about in all directions. The noises in the attic had awoken her mother. They both yelled
for each other, and all the electricity in the house cut off. They ran into Mandy's room and sat
nervously on the bed. The thuds on the roof and the stamping in the attic continued. They lit a
few candles, hoping the activity would soon end. They felt like prisoners in their own home
worried about what would happen next. Then, suddenly, the lights came back on. The noises
stopped. Mandy later told me that the commotion went on for at least an hour. Neither of them
got much sleep that night. A few days later, Mandy contacted me by telephone. I was referred
by Paranormal Investigation here in Spokane. As soon as I began talking to Mandy and her mother
I sensed that this was not a run-of-the-mill, unexplained encounter. They had once again
experienced similar activity the previous night. Mandy commented that she felt like they were both
in danger and asked if I had ever heard of similar experience. I was understandably dumbfounded by
the series of events, but at the same time, I was convinced that the activity may eventually
lead to a physical intervention. But I didn't mention my unease. I believe that we talked for
about three hours. There was nothing excessive about Mandy and her mother. They had lived together
in their family home since Mandy was born. There was no information offered about Mandy's father
so I didn't press the issue. Now, her mother had recently retired from her position as a state
worker. I asked them to keep a journal in the attitude and to contact me. And this is my normal
routine when working on cases. During the interview, Mandy asked, why is this happening to us
I didn't want to tell her that they may have been singled out, but I really did sense that this may
have been the case. Little did I know it would be my last contact with Mandy
After I got off the telephone with Mandy and her mother, I started to examine several incident
databases to find any similar events. Continued activity to the same witnesses over a period
is somewhat unusual, and I was concerned that there may eventually be an escalation
The next day, I expected to receive a follow-up telephone call from Mandy. In fact
I called her up to message asking her to let me know if there had been any further activity
I waited for three days, and those telephone calls or emails came my way
General Sunday afternoon, the anticipated call came. It was Mandy's mother. She apologized for
not getting vaccinated, but there was an obvious distrust in her voice
and after a brief pause, she calmly said, Mandy is missing. I got a sudden sick feeling in my
stomach. Mandy had gone to bed not long after we had talked on the telephone. Her mother remained
downstairs in the living room watching television. At about 11 p.m., she decided to go to her bedroom
and as she passed Mandy's bedroom, she noticed light coming from the bottom of the door
She knocked on the door to order a check on her, but there was no response, and as she opened the
door, the room went completely dark. She flicked on the light switch by the door and observed that
Mandy was not in bed. She called out to her, but there was no response. Panic was beginning to set
in, and she literally screamed, Mandy. While running throughout the house, there was no trace of her inside or out. Mandy was gone
The local authorities had no explanation. All of Mandy's personal items, including her car
remained. It was as if she simply vanished. Now, since Mandy was an adult, there wasn't much that
investigators could do. They suspected that she had taken off with someone during the night
I asked her mother to keep me updated, but I never really expected to hear back from her
As far as I know, Mandy has never returned home. The last time I made an inquiry was
the Washington State Police, her case remains unsolved, so that's been, what, 12, 13 years now
Mandy's disappearance still haunts me, and I'm certain that she was abducted by an unknown
force, but that doesn't absolve me from feeling a set of guilt. I realize that my regret seems
somewhat ridiculous since there was nothing I could have done, but nonetheless, I suspect the
stigma of her ordeal will always remain with me. And I'll be honest with everyone, that's probably
the one case that has affected me more than any, and I still do occasionally check in with the
authorities and no hide and seek of her. Since that time, her mother has passed away. I did find
that out. So, I don't know who lives in the house now, if they've had any problems or anything, but
according to the authorities, Mandy has not appeared anywhere. So, on Saturday, November 3rd, 2007, at approximately 8.30pm, my life ended. Now, that's what the witness told me
Not literally, but everything I had gained and achieved to that point was taken away from me
Since that day, I can only recall bits and pieces of my past, but barely enough to independently
get by. Fortunately for me, my mom and dad have persevered with me through and without them
I'm not sure if I'd be able to survive on my own. I will attempt to describe what happened to me
even though much of my personal history before that day had been provided by my parents and
other acquaintances. The remaining information comes my way in my therapist who has extracted
and recorded from deep recesses of my mind by means of several regressive hypnotherapy sessions
So, here we go. During the evening of that fateful day, I had spent most of the afternoon attending campus
events at Georgia Tech, where I was in my fourth year. I was accompanied by a few friends who
like me, were biomedical engineering majors. I was looking forward to continuing my graduate
studies at Duke University the following year. Now, around 8 o'clock p.m., we had just finished
eating dinner at a local restaurant, decided to go to a friend's dorm and watch TV
This is where things get fuzzy. I was told by friends and others that we were walking on
McMillan Street about a block from the friend's resident hall when I told the group that I needed
to see someone and that I would catch up with them later. The first thing I remember after that point in time is that I was laid back into a large
recliner-like chair, but I had no idea where I was. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything
other than blurry bright white light. I also felt paralyzed and couldn't speak. There was no sound
other than a low droning that seemed to vibrate all around me. I had no idea how long I was there
but I would wait for a few minutes and doze off again. For some reason, I sensed that I had been
in a recliner for a very long time. At some period, I woke to a series of chirping sounds
as well as the sense of something moving around me. I also noticed that I had no sense of smell
although I could still breathe in my nose. Again, I would continue to doze off and on
My perception of time was non-existent. When I would wake, I felt like I had just wanted to die
because I feared that I would be in this state for the remainder of my life. Anxiety and frustration
overwhelmed me, but I couldn't move or yell for help. This was all I could consciously remember
about the incident. I was found 45 hours later wandering aimlessly in one of the terminals at
Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, which was on the other side of the city
I had been reported missing by my friends, and my parents had already driven from their home
in Raleigh, North Carolina. The police took me to a nearby hospital where I was kept for several days
I don't remember my hospital stay. My parents drove me home to Raleigh after I was released
from the hospital, and this is where I have remained since. During the past four years
I have attempted to redeem what I had forgotten, but I am not progressing very well. I remember
my parents, my sisters, and other relatives and a few flashbacks from college, but little else can
be recalled. I have undergone many neurological tests and have been prescribed a few medications
but I am still unable to remember my past. In fact, I have experienced a few bouts of
deep depression and I am afraid to venture far from home unless someone is with me
I have a tremendous hypnotherapist who has used regression therapy to help me express my feelings
during my abduction. Yes, that is what my hypnotherapist believes happened to me
I will attempt to describe what my regression sessions produced. At some period during the
abduction, I must have been able to see my past because I provided a detailed description
while under hypnosis. These things were about five foot tall and had body-similar to humans
They wore yellow and printed overalls made of very thin material. The heads were shaped like
humans, but each had pointed chins, small noses, and ears, as well as a narrow mouth with dark
thin lips. The eyes were larger than human eyes and circular with dark pupils, but you could tell
that they focused on you because the pupils were narrow and the eyes would expand in size
I never heard them speak, but they would emit an odd chirping. They had bald heads and no
noticeable hair. The skin was translucent with a yellow-green tint. The hands had five-fingered
nails, but the thumbs were short compared to humans. I don't remember any procedures being
performed on me, but I do recall writing answers to questions on a device, though I don't know how
I was given the questions, if that makes any sense. Some of the questions were psychic questions
and others were related to human psychology. Beyond that, I couldn't recall anything more
I truly believe we're being observed by another species. I don't know if they are alien or if
they have been on this planet longer than us, but I think that you should be concerned. I have tried
to avoid feeling sorry for myself, but I cannot stop thinking that I will most likely suffer
permanent effects as a result of my adjustment. Regardless, I can say that I still possess some
hope that I'll one day snap out of this ordeal and do well in my life. I had been promised exclusive
access if this experience is able to recall further information from this ordeal. Now
I had also asked to stay keep in contact with me, and to this day, there hasn't really been
any significant progress. And quite honestly, I haven't talked to this experiencer in many years
so I just don't know what it became of us. So, that's a little disconcerting, but many times
that happens. Now, this next case is pretty odd. I know the wife of this gentleman did a lot of
soul-searching as a result of this. So, she writes me, In 2005, my husband Bill and I purchased a house near Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Bill was stationed
at the base, and we figured that he would most likely stay since he was a wounded veteran from
Operation Iraqi Freedom, and had accepted a permanent position at headquarters. The house
was built in the 1890s and had a Victorian style to it, though there had been several renovations
and additions. We had three children, all girls, who were aged 9, 11, and 15 at the time we bought
the house. There was a lot of space for everyone to find, including a large yard with woodlands
surrounding the property. When Bill returned from the physical rehabilitation, he didn't
elaborate on how he sustained his injuries, nor did he talk about his time in Iraq
We had been married for 12 years before his deployment, and I was content with my life
as an Army spouse. When he returned, things had not really changed until we had settled
into the new house. Now, one morning I woke and noticed that Bill was not in bed. It was around
6.30 a.m., and he usually slept in until 7.15, and he would get up, eat breakfast
and head to headquarters. I woke the girls to school and made my way downstairs to the kitchen
to start making breakfast, and when I walked into the kitchen, I noticed Bill was seated at the
table, arms down his side, and staring straight ahead. It shocked me because I had never seen
him like this. I sat across the table and looked directly at him, and for a minute or so
he looked into my eyes and said, I need to tell you something. He decided to stay home that day
while I proceeded to feed my girls and get them off to school. Bill continued to sit at the table
the entire time, not saying a word. I could tell that the girls were a bit confused since he did
not speak to them. When I returned home from dropping the girls off at school, Bill was
sitting in the living room drinking a cup of coffee and reading his paper. I sat down with
Bill fearing that I was about to hear bad news. He looked at me and said, I think I'm going to be
leaving soon. I was in shock. What exactly are you telling me? He looked away for a second and
then looked back toward me. It had something to do with what happened in Mosul. His division was
deployed in northern Iraq near the city of Mosul. His hands and lips started to quiver. Something
happened that I can't explain. I couldn't report it to the command because of the ramifications
He stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down beside me. The wounds I sustained were not
from enemy orders. I was abducted by a group of people or something. He explained that his platoon
was on night patrol east of the city when the firefights began. Several of the soldiers went
down requiring a retreat in order to get the wounded out of harm's way. At one point, Bill was
alone covering several soldiers to help others back to the city. Things had quieted down and Bill
was about to head back toward the base when suddenly he was knocked off his feet by a
tremendously loud thud. The next thing he remembered he was lying face up on a table in a
spacious room of bright yellow lights all around. There were four beings that looked human but were
dressed in thick dark wool-like robes. Each had a small circular cap on their head that reflected
the yellow light. One of the beings told Bill that he was become one of them and that he had
no choice in the matter. Other than that, after that, he had no further memory of the beings
When he became conscious, he was in a medical helicopter on his way to Baghdad
He was told he was being transported for medical treatment at another location. He was then given
what he thought was a sedative. He woke sometime later in a dark room, unable to move. At some
time, a nurse came into the room and told him that he was in Germany and being treated for his wounds
She injected something into an IV and left, and again the room went dark
Bill thought from that time forward he was kept in a semi-conscious state for a long period of
time, possibly for weeks. About a month after sustaining his injury, he was admitted to the
hospital for rehab. This was the first time he was able to see the extent of his injuries as well
as an explanation of what he was facing. Both of Bill's legs had deep, long scars on the front and
back. He was told that he lost a considerable amount of nerve and muscle tissue, but he did
not recover much of his strength and sensation through rehabilitation. He inquired about the surgery record, but was told no surgery was performed
He then asked how the wounds were closed. The physician said that there were no descriptions
or features of skin grafting in the record. The physician agreed with Bill that this seemed very
irregular. For over a year, Bill tried to get answers, but was still moored by military and
medical officials. When he returned home, I was surprised Bill was able to move around as well as
he did, even though the scars on his legs indicated significant trauma. So, I felt that beside me
His voice started to shake. They didn't come back for me. I had no way of avoiding it
I was still awestruck by everything I had heard. I said, is there any way the medical staff support can help you? He looked away and said, it's beyond
that. We continued to live a fairly normal life despite what Bill had told me. He never mentioned
the incident again. I tried to forget. As time went by, I assumed Bill had suffered some form
of battlefield stress disorder, so he maintained a busy productive schedule at home and at work
So, one warm evening in July 2007, Bill left us. He had been working in the yard when suddenly
my youngest girl leapt out a horrific scream. I ran out the back door into the yard and witnessed
Bill's lifeless body lying near the poplar tree. He had taken a pocket knife and drawn it across
his throat. It was so abrupt and unexpected. Bill had stated that he did not want a military
funeral and wanted to be cremated. After a foreigner's inquiry, he determined that Bill
had taken his own life. Now, last year, I was cleaning out Bill's clothes in personal effect
when I discovered an envelope in a foot locker that he kept in the garage. I pulled out and read
the single sheet of paper it read. They told me it was time to leave. I'm sorry
though I'm sure you'll understand. No, I don't understand, and it's simply beyond the bill
So, I told you folks these are not going to be happy stories, but you got to take it what it's worth. You know, when I get a lot of these
many times I'm shocked by them, and when I get back in contact, when I get in contact with the
witnesses, you know, many times I wonder how am I going to approach this when I'm talking to them
Now, this lady whose name started with a K, it's been several years until she wrote me, but
I, she was reliant on the fact that it happened, and, you know, and she was getting on with her
life, and the girl seemed to be getting on with their life, but still, you know
that's something that, you know, you just don't really expect to hear. She had to shoot me, folks, I mean, having some sign of Jesus in me
So, this next account. Dear Mr. Struckler, three years ago, my uncle, my father's brother
passed away. He lived in Lansing, Michigan at the time. I was born and lived in Lansing until I
moved to West Lafayette, Indiana for college. After I graduated, I moved to Arizona where I
currently reside. A few weeks after my uncle passed away, I received a package from the
Executive Minister of the state. The contents included several personal items that had belonged
to my father and a large envelope with several photographs from the 1960s
Most of the photos were of my father and my uncle at various hunting camps. The envelope also
contained a letter written by my uncle to me. There was no date, but I could tell you it was
written. Here is the exact content of the letter. Please forgive me for not telling you this in
person. I never knew how to explain what happened. In 1966, not long after you were born, your dad
a guy, and I were in North Bay, Ontario, meat hunting. We had been out in the forest for almost
six hours and were making our way to the cabin. It was dusk and it started to become dark quickly
Now, as we got nearer to the cabin, we could hear strange whirling sounds coming from the
direction we were heading. It was now dark and we could see a bright green light shining above
the cabin. We stopped walking and watched the light as it slowly circled about 50 feet above
the cabin. The light was oblong in shape. I could not judge the size since there was aura around it
The swirling sound continued also. The next thing we remember was waking up in our cabin
bunk the next morning. All of us had a sharp pain around our ears and eyes. We couldn't explain what
had happened to us. We packed our gear and headed for home as soon as we could
By the time we reached Lansing, your dad was terribly ill. Your mom rushed into the hospital
that same night. The doctor said he had the flu, but I knew better. I didn't suffer any effects
the guy was okay as well. Your dad was in the hospital for four days and started to feel better
but he was really never the same. I believe the instant the cabin assessed him
he would say that he continually had sharp stabbing pains all over his body
It became so bad that he couldn't work. Well, you know the rest of the story. I felt like you
deserved an explanation of what had actually happened. I don't know if you should tell your
mom, but that's your decision. For as long as I can remember, my father was in and out of
treatment. When I received the letter, my mother had already passed away. I don't know if she ever
knew what happened to my father. Now, my mother was a sole breadwinner for our family. We did
receive some money from the state for my father's disability, but I know it wasn't much, and those
pains would stop soon after my father took his own life in 1975. I wish I knew more about what
had happened that evening at the cabin. And quite frankly, I get a lot of stories like that
you know, where the experiences, instead of telling the family what had happened
they'll write a letter and then they'll find it when they pass away. I get a lot of that
And in this case, I don't know what happened. I don't know if he contracted something or was
adopted and, you know, something was done for him. I don't know. So, in January 2010, I received an
email from a new mother. Now, this is a long, this is a long account, but I think it's very important
because it comes in multiple sections. The following narration is from my initial report
and the follow-up information that I received. I received a rather mysterious email from a woman
I'll refer to her as Lisa, who had a traumatic experience recently. Lisa didn't place much
content in the email and attach the telephone number. So, I called Lisa the next morning
I attempted to write down notes as best as I could. She was very distraught. She gave me
permission to post her account anonymously. I will state that she lives in the United States
West Coast. So, two months ago, Lisa gave birth to a baby boy. She never mentioned any about the
child's father, but I assumed by some of her comments that he was not in the relationship
Her pregnancy was unavoidable, so the OB-GYN insisted that she remain at home for the last
trimester. The reason he gave was that Lisa was slightly built and it would be safer
better to be safe than sorry. She lived with her mother and sister, so there was someone usually
there to watch over her. So, in the last months of her pregnancy, the OB-GYN told her he and a
nurse would come to her mother's house for her exams instead of her coming to the office
Now, she didn't give her much thought at the time, but did recognize that this was a bit unusual
The exams were not anything out of the ordinary, except for one
occasion when the nurse gave her an injection of a mild sedative to relax her during the cervical
exam. I asked her what had happened during that exam, and she whispered
I don't know. Lisa had fallen asleep and was under strong sedation, but only remembers the
nurse applying a cold compress to her forehead just before she got ready to leave. She said
that she thinks the examination lasted almost a full hour from what she could tell or what she
could recollect at the time of day. I asked if her mother and sister were home, but she said that
both of them weren't working that day. I've got to get this right. So, in early November 2009, Lisa gave birth to a six-pound, eight-ounce baby boy from
Loka Hospital. The labor and birth went easier than she had expected. Her contractions lasted
about 10 hours, but she said it was more bearable than she had imagined it would be. This was her
first child. The procedure was performed naturally without any pain medication, though she said she
did suffer a slight infection a few days after, which required her to remain in the hospital
two extra days. Her OBGYN performed a delivery, and the nurse who had come to her home was also
present. Everything was fine with the child and Lisa. She had taken the baby to another OBGYN
because her regular doctor was on a long vacation, so another doctor in his clinic was taking care of
his patients until he returned. A few days before the new year, Lisa was feeding her child when she
noticed that the baby's eyes were dark, almost violet in color, instead of the normal blue hue
She said that the baby acted fine, but she called the doctor's office anyway
She was told the infant's eye color had changed quickly and there was nothing to worry about
This is part of the growing process, and after a few days the child's eyes seemed to lighten
It was late morning on New Year's Eve, and Lisa was at home alone because her mother and sister
were friends away. She was in the living room when the baby started to suddenly scream like it was
being hurt. Lisa picked him up and noticed that his eyes were very dark violet but seemed to shine
when the baby blinked. The baby continued to scream but then stopped on its eye
The child's eyes opened wide, looked directly at her, and blinked sideways
membranes hanging across both eyes from the corners, and blinked like in her words a lizard
I asked Lisa to continue her story. She said she immediately called the doctor's office and was
told to go to the hospital since the doctor was on call. When the baby was examined, it was determined
that he was fine and that there was nothing wrong with his eyes. Then Lisa inquired to the emergency
room doctor about her regular OBGYN. She was told that someone would get back to her on that question
About a half hour later, the OBGYN who was on call and had filled in for her regular doctor came to
the examination room. She looked at the exam reports and stated that everything was fine
Then Lisa was told in a matter-of-fact manner that her regular OBGYN had quit his practice
Lisa asked about his attending nurse. The doctor looked at her like she was crazy and said that
the nurse was a white nurse. She described the nurse and was told that no one in that
description worked at the clinic or the hospital. Now, since that day, Lisa says her child's eyes
are a light violet color and that she has not noticed the strange side-to-side blinking at all
but swears there's something wrong. The child looked at her in a strange manner with very
wide eyes and slowly closes his eyes and gives her an unsettling smile. She said she has a
designated OBGYN and had found that he was licensed to practice, but not anywhere to be found
She told me there are a few words to describe how I felt. In the meantime, I began to wonder if I was
having my legs pulled. After some checking Lisa as to who she said she was, all the information
I was given was true. I did ask her why she contacted me, and I was told that I was referred
to her and that I would give her some idea of where to go. I gave her some contact addresses
and links as well as assurance that I would remain available if she needed to contact me
And my last question to Lisa was, what is going on? As I expected, she tells me that her theory
of reptilians and alien hobbits, and that the OBGYN and nurse may be aliens, etc. I'm not
discounting any of her thoughts, but as with every other in-story case I've researched, I'm not
taking all information to spec. Now, I truly believe Lisa's sincere, and I'll continue to
keep in touch with her. But in the meantime, I'll continue with an open and somewhat skeptical mind
So, this is in the end. So, on Monday, January 2nd, 2012, I received the following email from Lisa
Lon, I hope you've had a very nice holiday. Yet, I ask to contact you if there is any notable
information concerning my son, indeed. He's doing well and is very healthy. My mother has remarked
that he is the healthiest baby she had ever seen because he doesn't catch colds or exhibit any
other any minor illness, including fever. In fact, his pediatrician has also remarked about seeing his
medical records, but has not mentioned it as a problem. But I am concerned because this just
doesn't seem right to me. We moved into an apartment a few months ago, and goes to daycare
on some days and stays with my mother on others. We have all noticed the strange characteristics
that he has exhibited for the past year or so. Sometimes he will sit on the floor with his arms
folded and stare straight ahead for up to 10 minutes. I've noticed that his eyes will turn a
darker shade of violet during these episodes. He doesn't make any noise and is almost impossible
to rouse. At the work, he acts like he's been jacked to his energy in which he occasionally
takes a brief nap. Have you heard of this type of activity before? I made you aware of my thoughts
on alien involvement during our first conversation. I honestly don't know what you think about that
Since then, I had thought less of that theory, but now I'm wondering if there's some type of intervention
I have still not been able to contact the OBGYN who suddenly left this practice. The AMA has no
further record of him practicing anywhere. Now, I'm starting to be wary of the pediatrician, who I agree
is somewhat paranoid. As before, if you or others you know could offer reassurance
I would be very grateful. So, I contacted Lisa Buffone the next day and she was at her office
and so we had made... we may have been more discreet than before. The meeting was quite
unusual. She was very concerned that something was seriously amiss in relation to her son's
physical and mental well-being. She was also worried that some procedure may have been
performed on her during the time that she was sedated while pregnant. She had a few odd
physical changes that I was asked not to describe, at least for now. She had promised to keep me in
the loop, though I felt like she needed to come forward in order to receive extensive medical
treatment. Now, she continued to maintain that her family and I were the only parties with
knowledge of her identification and situation. So, on January 15th, 2013, a year later, I received
another email update from Lisa. Hello, Ron. I hope you're doing well. I've been receiving your email
newsletter daily and enjoy it. Our situation has changed since I last heard you. We now live outside
Los Angeles. My son is now three years old and attends preschool, though it has been difficult
because he refuses to join activities that involve other children. He'd rather sit by himself and draw
or read. His reading level has been tested at third grade level and is very accomplished at drawing
He has the ability to draw almost perfectly straight lines and circles. He has been seen
by psychologists who said that he is antisocial, possibly a savant. I totally disagree with this
assessment and have decided to have him tested at a local university. The testing includes a
full physical evaluation, which has me a bit worried. I'm scared that something unusual will
be discovered that may lead to a more intensive examination. I'm probably being paranoid, but I
am concerned. As before, he occasionally sits on the floor with his arms folded and stares directly
ahead for up to a half hour at a time. I noticed that his eyes still found a darker shade of violet
but he doesn't rant for more than a few minutes. He doesn't make any noise and it's impossible to
get his attention during his periods. Afterwards, he takes a brief nap. This only happens to him
The preschool staff has never mentioned this behavior. Now, if you get a chance, there are a
few things I'd like to ask you about someone not for public consumption. I don't mind you publishing
this because I want your readers to offer advice. I look forward to talking to you. So, I called
Lisa a day or two later and we discussed a few other odd instances. I personally thought that
Lisa's son may have been influenced by others, so I didn't want to get too deep in that subject
with her until her son was examined. Unfortunately, I have not heard back from Lisa since January 2013
I made several attempts to contact her, including inquiries about her mother and her job
No one would offer me additional information, which was quite odd. Had the incident occurred or was I being placed? I truly feel that this was a true set of incidents
but I can't imagine what happened to her and her son. So, you know, I haven't heard from her since
so I don't know what to make of it. So, would she blame me? Would she tell me the truth? Is
she trying to get attention? Who knows? But it is an odd account. Now, here's the last account
for the night. So, if you have questions, you can start putting them up in chat
I believe that the following account offers some insight as to what many experiences are already
aware of when it comes to higher intelligence and possible personal connections with alien beings
In the summer of 1965, I was living in the small town of Kermit, Texas
It's just my mother and I because my father died before I was born. At least, that's what my mom said. I never did see any proof of his death on a gravesite
I was 10 years old that summer. So, one evening, my friend and I were in her backyard, lying on
our backs and looking at the stars. We were talking small talk when all of a sudden, I got
the urge to look towards the western sky. It was like a voice told me to look for a bright star in
the west. I started to look. I saw a bright yellow light getting bigger and bigger. This
light was headed towards the ground. I asked my friend if she saw this, but she didn't answer
I looked over and she was totally knocked out. I shook her, but she was not responding
I was worried about her, but then I heard a voice, a man's voice. I turned my head
and there was a man standing about 20 foot away. He was tall. I'd say about six and a half
feet tall. Once again, he said, are you Elfie? I looked at his face and it seemed very familiar
Yellow light was stationary in the sky and had dimmed. The man looked at me and smiled
I responded, yes, I'm Elfie. Who are you? He answered, I believe you know who I am
Then the face became recognizable. He looked like the picture of my father that my mother had on
her dress. Are you my father? He shook his head in the affirmative and said, yes, Elfie, I am
I sat down on the grass staring at this man. How could this be my father? Where did he come from
He crouched down on his knees. That's when I noticed he was wearing a silver bodysuit and
was terrified. He looked at me and said, I have been watching you all your life
But all of a sudden I found out I introduced myself to you. I started to cry. I really did
want to believe that this was my father and I asked, didn't you die? He looked away for a second
or two and then looked back at me. Elfie, I have a future. I had to return home before you were born
I had no choice, but I assure you I did not die. By this time I was absolutely confused and upset
I managed to ask him, but can you stay here with us now? He looked up and said, no
I must leave soon and I will see you again when I'm able. I love you, Elfie. I got to my feet
and moved towards him. Wait, wait, where are you going? By that time he had vanished
and the yellow light ascended at high speed into the stars. I looked into the sky hoping the yellow
light would reappear. I could hear my friend say, what's going on? I said nothing, turned and walked
home. I never told my mom what happened because I believed it would have upset her. She loved my
father deeply and mentioned him often, but she still never told me what happened to him even when I asked
So in July this year, and this was about seven or eight years ago, my mom passed away
I recently started going through her private papers and found an envelope with Elfie, please read
written on the front. That was a letter that was dated July 21st, 1965
which was the same day on which my mom passed away. The letter read, sweet Elfie, I know your daddy came to visit you a few days ago
He told me he would. I love your daddy and miss him terribly, but he cannot live with us
All I can tell you is that he will come for you one day. On that day, we will all be together in
a place I have been before. It is another world, another existence that people on earth would never
understand. It's beautiful and wonderful. I don't know when you'll receive this letter, but if you
have your Hoon family by then, they will join us at their time of departure as well
Stay strong and hopeful. I love you with all my heart, Mom. My husband and I talked about the contents of the letter, and we discussed it with our adult
children. We are convinced that our ancestors are extraterrestrials. I know this seems impossible
but I believe that you and others can understand why I feel this way. That is why I am writing to you. My father has not returned in 51 years
but my family and I believe that we will ascend to the stars when our day comes
Elfie. Now, I had to read that email three times before I decided to contact her
and Elfie is actually not her real name. We talked on Skype for about two hours. In fact
I talked to most of the family as well, and they are all convinced that they are star people
And will join their non-human race when their human bodies die. I asked if any of them had
extra abilities. Elfie and her daughter said they have very keen intuitions, which may
come very useful in a case. Elfie's husband confirmed this, saying that their abilities
were a bit scary at times. I asked her husband if he believed he would join the family since
he was not a descendant. He said that he can only hope, but believes he will. And Elfie
has said I post emails so others will feel as though for she and her family
Now, this is one of the most unusual accounts I have ever received, but it was also probably
one of the most uplifting having the opportunity to talk to Elfie and her family. I gained some
assurance that many of us on this planet will rejoin our cosmic families someday
I believe that there are many incarnate extraterrestrials and angels on Earth. These
star people have many characteristics like other humans, but express themselves in a way that
distinguishes them from other individuals. This is a subject I would like to write about in detail
one day, and maybe I'll do that, I don't know. But that's the end of the account, so if you have
questions I'm going to go ahead and try to answer them. I want to thank mortal clown Wendon as an emitter for the donations, much appreciated
Okay, let's see what we got here. David Burns Walker, will you go down and investigate David Eckhart? You know, now that my health, or when my health is
better, and I am doing much better, you know, I've lost a lot of weight, I've, you know
I've gotten through the cancer surgery, and I do have a surgery on Monday, but
that's pretty insignificant. But I got a winter, and I plan on going down there one day
That's all I can say, because I recently, I haven't really thought about it. But I probably will
And mortal clown says she does not want me to. She knows all about the cage, her and I
her and I are pretty close, and we, you know, have talked to her about a lot of things. George Penguin, how widespread do you think the infection phenomena is in 2023? I think
it's pretty widespread. You know, something, you know, you just heard some of the things I've read
and those are all accounts that I've got directly from people, and, you know
cases I've been involved with. Of course, you know, David's case is probably the most
intensive alien case, or alien encounter case I've ever worked on. And
but it is widespread. I think it continues on. And, you know, it evolves. I mean, if you read
my book, I've talked about how I believe that the address in scenario encounters have evolved over
the years. And I believe that's going to continue on. To what degree, I don't know
I wish I did, but I don't know. And Bernadette says I shouldn't go down
Everybody's looking out for me. I tell you, my wife honestly did not want me to go down
And quite frankly, I never wrote about David's account until my wife passed away. And I promised
her I wouldn't write about it because she was afraid I was going to get some repercussions
from writing about what I did write about. So, though that hasn't happened for the most part
Amy Crews, who's the man in the picture behind Juan with the big hat? Thank you. Oh, that's not a
hat. That's actually Edgar Allen Poe with the raven behind his head. That's Sam Sheeran's
artwork. And you ought to go to Sam Sheeran and look at some of his artwork. It's fantastic
So, any other questions? Yeah. Awesome. Next book, Ron. You know what? I've got enough of four books right now and I
haven't really gotten started on any of them, quite frankly. Thomas Carroll, do you think some of these religious cults like Heaven's Gate may be
guided by the EP? Well, I think in the Heaven's Gate instance, I think no. I didn't buy into any
of that Heaven's Gate stuff. I think maybe some groups may have some insight
but I don't think it's to the extent that a lot of them believe what's going on. I mean
I think a lot of them take it too seriously. That's just my opinion. I know a lot of other
people don't believe that, but I don't think for the most part that that's true
Jose Sanchez, have you heard about the Dark Skies original EP movie IPO? It wasn't the
cutest pie version, cutie pie version that eventually became a flying cluster
I hadn't heard about it. Maybe you can write me and tell me about it. I hadn't heard about that
David Jones Walker, what do you think of the new Mexican aliens? Ha! Well, I did make a statement about it the other day. With Jaime and the Spawn being involved
with that, I think a lot of the crap. I mean, I think the man's a hoaxer. I don't buy into much
of it. He's been called to do these alien body stunts before. And I just cannot trust what he
says anymore or what he gets involved with. I know it sounds a bit closed-minded, but that's
just the way I feel. Moral Clowns, do you think people have consolated ETs and angels? Yeah
I do. I do think they're one and the same for the most part. I think angels are ETs. I don't
think there's a religious aspect to them. I think they are ETs. I think, you know
if I talk about guarding angels and angels contacting your angels, you and I have talked
about that. And I think they stay with you. I think if you need something from them, you demand
it from them. They don't take exception to it. And I think it does help you. It has helped me
I truly believe that. I may get into that at one point. I may get into an angel show
and get deeper into that. Savage Granny, do you agree that praying is, in the name of Jesus
protective from abductions, aliens? I don't believe in that. I really don't. You know
I'm not a very religious person. You know, I don't dispute with people's faith
If they believe in Jesus or another deity or religion, that's their prerogative. I'm not one
to really question that. So, if they believe it helps them, then maybe it does. But for me
I just don't believe it does. Well, we kind of went over an hour tonight. So, folks
thanks for coming on. And I really appreciate, you know, for watching and chatting. If you've
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send it there as well. So, until we meet again, and look, I don't know about next Friday night
Like I said, I'm having surgery next week. I don't know what's going to be, what kind of condition I'm going to be by Friday night. I do have a guest lined up
but you know, he may not hang out. But I'll give everybody plenty of notice
So, again, until we meet again, stay healthy, safe, and have a good night
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