Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent Describes Face-to-Face with Non-Human “Grey”
Doktor Dark
Incident Date: 1978
Location: Arizona
Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
“It started with a flood. There was a dam upstream from a small
Arizona town that was deliberately broken open by Blond aliens. I was
with a unit that investigated non-human activities - we could go
anywhere, anytime. And most everything that happened was covered up
pretty easily. I once worked an operation in Idaho where a silver disc
had crashed into a remote reservoir. Our job was to retrieve it
without anyone knowing. So, we did a mild explosion to a hillside to
create a ‘natural’ landslide across the only road into the area and
posted warning signs.
“My unit associated the lens-shaped discs and the domed discs that
have three balls underneath with the Blond types that are usually
between 6 to 7 feet tall and human enough to walk crowded city streets
without detection. But when you are up close to those types, the
irises of their eyes are bigger than humans - more like the diameter
of a nickel instead of a dime. The ones I know about were pale blue,
almost like clear aquamarines. There were no black dots and lines like
human eyes have. I know there are some Blonds that have gold eyes,
like the Greeks. Have you ever seen the statue of Apollo in Athens?
You can see those gold eyes staring at you from a long way. Eerie!
Greek civilization was E. T. hybridization, I guess, by the Blonds.
“Then there are the Grey types, the ones I know as ‘extraterrestrial
biological entities’ or EBENs, that mostly use white, egg-shaped craft
supported on the ground by ‘erector-set’ legs. My unit worked through
NSA's Project Sigma to communicate with the Greys because we had
learned some frequencis and mathematical communications that would
usually connect to the Greys. At least we could send out signals to
them to try to communicate. But with the Blonds, there was no
communication, except if we tried going through the Greys. I was told
a long time ago those two types had a long war against each other, but
now I understand even though they don't get along, they fight now
mostly with their minds and cloning and the Greys will intervene
sometimes on our behalf with the Blonds.
“That's what happened that night in Arizona. We sent out a signal to
the Greys to ask why the dam was broken and flooded the town. The next
thing I knew, I'm getting an order to chopper to a site a few miles
from that town. When I get there, I have orders to report to our boss.
He tells me that a Grey craft has landed not far away.
“He said, ‘It's time you understand what a telepathic download is like
from one of these Greys. One has agreed to do a demonstration. I'm
going to take you to some tents where the Grey is waiting in one for
our signal. You'll be several meters away at the beginning and some of
us will be off to the side, so you don't need to worry. It's safe, but
you might faint. That's why I'm telling you this now. When you see the
Grey, it has agreed to keep its feet on the ground. They prefer to
float, but they know that scares the hell out of humans. It will walk
on the ground and that will look like Donald Duck. This Grey is only
about four feet high to your six feet, so you'll be looking down on
it.
‘But remember what I'm telling you now - when that Grey gets a few
feet from you, your whole body is going to want to run away. You'll
feel the same fear as you would if someone had a flame thrower aimed
at you. Every cell in your body is going to be screaming to run, but
you can't. You've got to stand there. You'll probably feel like
fainting, too, but don't! If you do, we'll catch you, but I don't want
you to faint or vomit or run away. Is that clear?!
‘The next thing that happens is the Grey will start raising its eyes
to look at your eyes. That's when you'll lose all control of yourself
and your mind and you just need to let it happen so you'll know why
humans are never going to be sitting down for coffee to talk about the
universe with these guys.’
John Smith told me at that point he felt cocky and unafraid and
thought his boss was being melodramatic. “I can handle it, don't
worry!”
Then he saw the tent flap open and a small, grey-colored being waddled
out, “just like Donald Duck in the cartoons, I'm not kidding! And it
kept coming straight for me with its eyes down. About six feet from
me, my knees began to shake. Then my whole body started to shake and I
thought I would faint. I wanted out of there! I did want to run! The
only thing that kept me standing in that spot was my thinking about my
boss, hearing his voice in my head and saying to myself, ‘Fuck it! I'm
not going to fall apart while my boss is watching.’”
What happened next completely overwhelmed John Smith. He told me that
while he was trying to force his body to stop shaking, he saw the Grey
head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint. My boss
and his men caught me. I guess I passed out because I don't remember
anything more until I woke up on a cot in one of the tents.
“And that's why humans aren't going to be sitting down with Greys over
coffee to learn about the universe. After all that, and with the Greys
trying to help us communicate with the Blonds, we never did learn why
the Blonds broke the dam. But I'll tell you one thing I do know - the
Blonds don't do anything without a specific reason.”
The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel
> Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AFOSI
Maybe the aliens were selling drugs on base, or liberating steaks from
the chow-hall?
Yeah, no: somebody's been watching too many "Six Million Dollar Man"
reruns.
--
C.
Doktor Dark
<chaos_isr...@antisocial.com> wrote:
> On Dec 10, 7:38 pm, Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com> wrote:
>
> > Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AFOSI
>
just john
I was assigned to AFOSI HQ in the early 80s. Right next to the
"academy" where the agents are trained.
In my experience, these guys aren't rocket surgeons.
And while we're talking about Agent John Smith, what about Agent
Pocahontas?
Doktor Dark
> On Dec 10, 11:15 pm, Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com> wrote:
>
> > On Dec 10, 10:54 pm, "The Rev. Dr. Lt. Chaos Israel"<chaos_isr...@antisocial.com> wrote:
> > > On Dec 10, 7:38 pm, Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>
> > >http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AFOSI
>
> > Heh. "Aligned with Region 8: Air Force Space Command".
>
> I was assigned to AFOSI HQ in the early 80s. Right next to the
> "academy" where the agents are trained.
>
> In my experience, these guys aren't rocket surgeons.
>
the dorm?
Zapanaz
wrote:
>Blonds don't do anything without a specific reason.�
cool story.
--
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International Satanic Conspiracy
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:: Currently listening to Out of This World, 1965, by John Coltrane, from "Live in Seattle"
John Cook
> On Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:38:59 -0800 (PST), Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com>
> wrote:
>
>>
>> Incident Date: 1978
>>
>> Location: Arizona
>>
>> Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>>
>> Arizona town that was deliberately broken open by Blond aliens. I was
>> with a unit that investigated non-human activities - we could go
>> anywhere, anytime. And most everything that happened was covered up
>> pretty easily. I once worked an operation in Idaho where a silver disc
>> had crashed into a remote reservoir. Our job was to retrieve it
>> without anyone knowing. So, we did a mild explosion to a hillside to
>> posted warning signs.
>>
>> �My unit associated the lens-shaped discs and the domed discs that
>> have three balls underneath with the Blond types that are usually
>> between 6 to 7 feet tall and human enough to walk crowded city streets
>> without detection. But when you are up close to those types, the
>> irises of their eyes are bigger than humans - more like the diameter
>> of a nickel instead of a dime. The ones I know about were pale blue,
>> almost like clear aquamarines. There were no black dots and lines like
>> human eyes have. I know there are some Blonds that have gold eyes,
>> like the Greeks. Have you ever seen the statue of Apollo in Athens?
>> You can see those gold eyes staring at you from a long way. Eerie!
>> Greek civilization was E. T. hybridization, I guess, by the Blonds.
>>
>> biological entities� or EBENs, that mostly use white, egg-shaped craft
>> supported on the ground by �erector-set� legs. My unit worked through
>> NSA's Project Sigma to communicate with the Greys because we had
>> learned some frequencis and mathematical communications that would
>> usually connect to the Greys. At least we could send out signals to
>> them to try to communicate. But with the Blonds, there was no
>> communication, except if we tried going through the Greys. I was told
>> a long time ago those two types had a long war against each other, but
>> now I understand even though they don't get along, they fight now
>> mostly with their minds and cloning and the Greys will intervene
>> sometimes on our behalf with the Blonds.
>>
>> the Greys to ask why the dam was broken and flooded the town. The next
>> thing I knew, I'm getting an order to chopper to a site a few miles
>>from that town. When I get there, I have orders to report to our boss.
>> He tells me that a Grey craft has landed not far away.
>>
>>from one of these Greys. One has agreed to do a demonstration. I'm
>> going to take you to some tents where the Grey is waiting in one for
>> our signal. You'll be several meters away at the beginning and some of
>> us will be off to the side, so you don't need to worry. It's safe, but
>> you might faint. That's why I'm telling you this now. When you see the
>> Grey, it has agreed to keep its feet on the ground. They prefer to
>> float, but they know that scares the hell out of humans. It will walk
>> on the ground and that will look like Donald Duck. This Grey is only
>> about four feet high to your six feet, so you'll be looking down on
>> it.
>>
>> feet from you, your whole body is going to want to run away. You'll
>> feel the same fear as you would if someone had a flame thrower aimed
>> at you. Every cell in your body is going to be screaming to run, but
>> you can't. You've got to stand there. You'll probably feel like
>> fainting, too, but don't! If you do, we'll catch you, but I don't want
>> you to faint or vomit or run away. Is that clear?!
>>
>> to look at your eyes. That's when you'll lose all control of yourself
>> and your mind and you just need to let it happen so you'll know why
>> humans are never going to be sitting down for coffee to talk about the
>>
>> John Smith told me at that point he felt cocky and unafraid and
>> worry!�
>>
>> Then he saw the tent flap open and a small, grey-colored being waddled
>> kept coming straight for me with its eyes down. About six feet from
>> me, my knees began to shake. Then my whole body started to shake and I
>> thought I would faint. I wanted out of there! I did want to run! The
>> only thing that kept me standing in that spot was my thinking about my
>> not going to fall apart while my boss is watching.��
>>
>> What happened next completely overwhelmed John Smith. He told me that
>> while he was trying to force his body to stop shaking, he saw the Grey
>> head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
>> eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
>> ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
>>
>> At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
>> different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
>> the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
>> symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
>> questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
>> in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
>> But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
>> Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
>> was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
>> what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
>> was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint. My boss
>> and his men caught me. I guess I passed out because I don't remember
>> anything more until I woke up on a cot in one of the tents.
>>
>> coffee to learn about the universe. After all that, and with the Greys
>> trying to help us communicate with the Blonds, we never did learn why
>> the Blonds broke the dam. But I'll tell you one thing I do know - the
>
> cool story.
>
It is.
Sounds like personal experience but probably just good writing.
You got me thinking how it could almost be a short story in one of those
old mags like Analog, no 'Weird Tales'.
--
John Cook
Reality is not Democratic
Rev. Richard Skull
The pale greys are really just guys from the IT Department on
vacation. They just don't get enough sun. Thats what happens when you
do COBAL mixed with RPG and FORTRAN
Rev. Richard Skull
> Zapanaz wrote:
> > On Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:38:59 -0800 (PST), Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com>
> > wrote:
>
> >> Incident Date: 1978
>
> >> Location: Arizona
>
> >> Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>
> >> Arizona town that was deliberately broken open by Blond aliens. I was
> >> with a unit that investigated non-human activities - we could go
> >> anywhere, anytime. And most everything that happened was covered up
> >> pretty easily. I once worked an operation in Idaho where a silver disc
> >> had crashed into a remote reservoir. Our job was to retrieve it
> >> without anyone knowing. So, we did a mild explosion to a hillside to
> >> posted warning signs.
>
> >> “My unit associated the lens-shaped discs and the domed discs that
> >> have three balls underneath with the Blond types that are usually
> >> between 6 to 7 feet tall and human enough to walk crowded city streets
> >> without detection. But when you are up close to those types, the
> >> irises of their eyes are bigger than humans - more like the diameter
> >> of a nickel instead of a dime. The ones I know about were pale blue,
> >> almost like clear aquamarines. There were no black dots and lines like
> >> human eyes have. I know there are some Blonds that have gold eyes,
> >> like the Greeks. Have you ever seen the statue of Apollo in Athens?
> >> You can see those gold eyes staring at you from a long way. Eerie!
> >> Greek civilization was E. T. hybridization, I guess, by the Blonds.
>
> >> biological entities’ or EBENs, that mostly use white, egg-shaped craft
> >> supported on the ground by ‘erector-set’ legs. My unit worked through
> >> NSA's Project Sigma to communicate with the Greys because we had
> >> learned some frequencis and mathematical communications that would
> >> usually connect to the Greys. At least we could send out signals to
> >> them to try to communicate. But with the Blonds, there was no
> >> communication, except if we tried going through the Greys. I was told
> >> a long time ago those two types had a long war against each other, but
> >> now I understand even though they don't get along, they fight now
> >> mostly with their minds and cloning and the Greys will intervene
> >> sometimes on our behalf with the Blonds.
>
> >> the Greys to ask why the dam was broken and flooded the town. The next
> >> thing I knew, I'm getting an order to chopper to a site a few miles
> >>from that town. When I get there, I have orders to report to our boss.
> >> He tells me that a Grey craft has landed not far away.
>
> >>from one of these Greys. One has agreed to do a demonstration. I'm
> >> going to take you to some tents where the Grey is waiting in one for
> >> our signal. You'll be several meters away at the beginning and some of
> >> us will be off to the side, so you don't need to worry. It's safe, but
> >> you might faint. That's why I'm telling you this now. When you see the
> >> Grey, it has agreed to keep its feet on the ground. They prefer to
> >> float, but they know that scares the hell out of humans. It will walk
> >> on the ground and that will look like Donald Duck. This Grey is only
> >> about four feet high to your six feet, so you'll be looking down on
> >> it.
>
> >> feet from you, your whole body is going to want to run away. You'll
> >> feel the same fear as you would if someone had a flame thrower aimed
> >> at you. Every cell in your body is going to be screaming to run, but
> >> you can't. You've got to stand there. You'll probably feel like
> >> fainting, too, but don't! If you do, we'll catch you, but I don't want
> >> you to faint or vomit or run away. Is that clear?!
>
> >> to look at your eyes. That's when you'll lose all control of yourself
> >> and your mind and you just need to let it happen so you'll know why
> >> humans are never going to be sitting down for coffee to talk about the
>
> >> John Smith told me at that point he felt cocky and unafraid and
> >> worry!”
>
> >> Then he saw the tent flap open and a small, grey-colored being waddled
> >> kept coming straight for me with its eyes down. About six feet from
> >> me, my knees began to shake. Then my whole body started to shake and I
> >> thought I would faint. I wanted out of there! I did want to run! The
> >> only thing that kept me standing in that spot was my thinking about my
> >> not going to fall apart while my boss is watching.’”
>
> >> What happened next completely overwhelmed John Smith. He told me that
> >> while he was trying to force his body to stop shaking, he saw the Grey
> >> head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
> >> eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
> >> ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
>
> >> At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
> >> different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
> >> the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
> >> symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
> >> questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
> >> in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
> >> But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
> >> Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
> >> was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
> >> what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
> >> was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint. My boss
> >> and his men caught me. I guess I passed out because I don't remember
> >> anything more until I woke up on a cot in one of the tents.
>
> >> coffee to learn about the universe. After all that, and with the Greys
> >> trying to help us communicate with the Blonds, we never did learn why
> >> the Blonds broke the dam. But I'll tell you one thing I do know - the
>
> > cool story.
>
> It is.
>
> Sounds like personal experience but probably just good writing.
>
> You got me thinking how it could almost be a short story in one of those
> old mags like Analog, no 'Weird Tales'.
>
> --
> John Cook
>
>
> - Show quoted text -
Or some really great acid trips
John Cook
> On Dec 11, 7:37 am, John Cook <FunCoT...@Me.Com> wrote:
>> Zapanaz wrote:
>>> On Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:38:59 -0800 (PST), Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com>
>>> wrote:
>>>> Incident Date: 1978
>>>> Location: Arizona
>>>> Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>>>> Arizona town that was deliberately broken open by Blond aliens. I was
>>>> with a unit that investigated non-human activities - we could go
>>>> anywhere, anytime. And most everything that happened was covered up
>>>> pretty easily. I once worked an operation in Idaho where a silver disc
>>>> had crashed into a remote reservoir. Our job was to retrieve it
>>>> without anyone knowing. So, we did a mild explosion to a hillside to
>>>> posted warning signs.
>>>> �My unit associated the lens-shaped discs and the domed discs that
>>>> have three balls underneath with the Blond types that are usually
>>>> between 6 to 7 feet tall and human enough to walk crowded city streets
>>>> without detection. But when you are up close to those types, the
>>>> irises of their eyes are bigger than humans - more like the diameter
>>>> of a nickel instead of a dime. The ones I know about were pale blue,
>>>> almost like clear aquamarines. There were no black dots and lines like
>>>> human eyes have. I know there are some Blonds that have gold eyes,
>>>> like the Greeks. Have you ever seen the statue of Apollo in Athens?
>>>> You can see those gold eyes staring at you from a long way. Eerie!
>>>> Greek civilization was E. T. hybridization, I guess, by the Blonds.
>>>> biological entities� or EBENs, that mostly use white, egg-shaped craft
>>>> supported on the ground by �erector-set� legs. My unit worked through
>>>> NSA's Project Sigma to communicate with the Greys because we had
>>>> learned some frequencis and mathematical communications that would
>>>> usually connect to the Greys. At least we could send out signals to
>>>> them to try to communicate. But with the Blonds, there was no
>>>> communication, except if we tried going through the Greys. I was told
>>>> a long time ago those two types had a long war against each other, but
>>>> now I understand even though they don't get along, they fight now
>>>> mostly with their minds and cloning and the Greys will intervene
>>>> sometimes on our behalf with the Blonds.
>>>> the Greys to ask why the dam was broken and flooded the town. The next
>>>> thing I knew, I'm getting an order to chopper to a site a few miles
>>> >from that town. When I get there, I have orders to report to our boss.
>>>> He tells me that a Grey craft has landed not far away.
>>> >from one of these Greys. One has agreed to do a demonstration. I'm
>>>> going to take you to some tents where the Grey is waiting in one for
>>>> our signal. You'll be several meters away at the beginning and some of
>>>> us will be off to the side, so you don't need to worry. It's safe, but
>>>> you might faint. That's why I'm telling you this now. When you see the
>>>> Grey, it has agreed to keep its feet on the ground. They prefer to
>>>> float, but they know that scares the hell out of humans. It will walk
>>>> on the ground and that will look like Donald Duck. This Grey is only
>>>> about four feet high to your six feet, so you'll be looking down on
>>>> it.
>>>> feet from you, your whole body is going to want to run away. You'll
>>>> feel the same fear as you would if someone had a flame thrower aimed
>>>> at you. Every cell in your body is going to be screaming to run, but
>>>> you can't. You've got to stand there. You'll probably feel like
>>>> fainting, too, but don't! If you do, we'll catch you, but I don't want
>>>> you to faint or vomit or run away. Is that clear?!
>>>> to look at your eyes. That's when you'll lose all control of yourself
>>>> and your mind and you just need to let it happen so you'll know why
>>>> humans are never going to be sitting down for coffee to talk about the
>>>> John Smith told me at that point he felt cocky and unafraid and
>>>> worry!�
>>>> Then he saw the tent flap open and a small, grey-colored being waddled
>>>> kept coming straight for me with its eyes down. About six feet from
>>>> me, my knees began to shake. Then my whole body started to shake and I
>>>> thought I would faint. I wanted out of there! I did want to run! The
>>>> only thing that kept me standing in that spot was my thinking about my
>>>> not going to fall apart while my boss is watching.��
>>>> What happened next completely overwhelmed John Smith. He told me that
>>>> while he was trying to force his body to stop shaking, he saw the Grey
>>>> head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
>>>> eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
>>>> ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
>>>> At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
>>>> different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
>>>> the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
>>>> symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
>>>> questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
>>>> in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
>>>> But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
>>>> Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
>>>> was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
>>>> what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
>>>> was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint. My boss
>>>> and his men caught me. I guess I passed out because I don't remember
>>>> anything more until I woke up on a cot in one of the tents.
>>>> coffee to learn about the universe. After all that, and with the Greys
>>>> trying to help us communicate with the Blonds, we never did learn why
>>>> the Blonds broke the dam. But I'll tell you one thing I do know - the
>>> cool story.
>> It is.
>>
>> Sounds like personal experience but probably just good writing.
>>
>> You got me thinking how it could almost be a short story in one of those
>> old mags like Analog, no 'Weird Tales'.
>>
>> --
>> John Cook
>>
>> Reality is not Democratic- Hide quoted text -
>>
>> - Show quoted text -
>
> Or some really great acid trips
Yes, I was thinking it might originate in a 'real' experience heavily
modified by conditioning/hypnotism and/or psychoactive drugs
The bit describing the mind transfer is a very vivid & believable image
that sure sounds like Tripping to me.
p.s. That date sounds like when they were fuking around with LSD too.
p.p.s. But what's the point of convincing him he's seen aliens?
Zapanaz
wrote:
>Zapanaz wrote:
>> On Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:38:59 -0800 (PST), Doktor Dark <drd...@37.com>
>> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> Incident Date: 1978
>>>
>>> Location: Arizona
>>>
>>> Source: Retired U. S. AFOSI Agent, John Smith
>>>
>>> �It started with a flood. There was a dam upstream from a small
>>> Arizona town that was deliberately broken open by Blond aliens. I was
>>> with a unit that investigated non-human activities - we could go
>>> anywhere, anytime. And most everything that happened was covered up
>>> pretty easily. I once worked an operation in Idaho where a silver disc
>>> had crashed into a remote reservoir. Our job was to retrieve it
>>> without anyone knowing. So, we did a mild explosion to a hillside to
>>> create a �natural� landslide across the only road into the area and
>>> posted warning signs.
>>>
>>> �My unit associated the lens-shaped discs and the domed discs that
>>> have three balls underneath with the Blond types that are usually
>>> between 6 to 7 feet tall and human enough to walk crowded city streets
>>> without detection. But when you are up close to those types, the
>>> irises of their eyes are bigger than humans - more like the diameter
>>> of a nickel instead of a dime. The ones I know about were pale blue,
>>> almost like clear aquamarines. There were no black dots and lines like
>>> human eyes have. I know there are some Blonds that have gold eyes,
>>> like the Greeks. Have you ever seen the statue of Apollo in Athens?
>>> You can see those gold eyes staring at you from a long way. Eerie!
>>> Greek civilization was E. T. hybridization, I guess, by the Blonds.
>>>
>>> �Then there are the Grey types, the ones I know as �extraterrestrial
>>> biological entities� or EBENs, that mostly use white, egg-shaped craft
>>> supported on the ground by �erector-set� legs. My unit worked through
>>> NSA's Project Sigma to communicate with the Greys because we had
>>> learned some frequencis and mathematical communications that would
>>> usually connect to the Greys. At least we could send out signals to
>>> them to try to communicate. But with the Blonds, there was no
>>> communication, except if we tried going through the Greys. I was told
>>> a long time ago those two types had a long war against each other, but
>>> now I understand even though they don't get along, they fight now
>>> mostly with their minds and cloning and the Greys will intervene
>>> sometimes on our behalf with the Blonds.
>>>
>>> �That's what happened that night in Arizona. We sent out a signal to
>>> the Greys to ask why the dam was broken and flooded the town. The next
>>> thing I knew, I'm getting an order to chopper to a site a few miles
>>>from that town. When I get there, I have orders to report to our boss.
>>> He tells me that a Grey craft has landed not far away.
>>>
>>> �He said, �It's time you understand what a telepathic download is like
>>>from one of these Greys. One has agreed to do a demonstration. I'm
>>> going to take you to some tents where the Grey is waiting in one for
>>> our signal. You'll be several meters away at the beginning and some of
>>> us will be off to the side, so you don't need to worry. It's safe, but
>>> you might faint. That's why I'm telling you this now. When you see the
>>> Grey, it has agreed to keep its feet on the ground. They prefer to
>>> float, but they know that scares the hell out of humans. It will walk
>>> on the ground and that will look like Donald Duck. This Grey is only
>>> about four feet high to your six feet, so you'll be looking down on
>>> it.
>>>
>>> �But remember what I'm telling you now - when that Grey gets a few
>>> feet from you, your whole body is going to want to run away. You'll
>>> feel the same fear as you would if someone had a flame thrower aimed
>>> at you. Every cell in your body is going to be screaming to run, but
>>> you can't. You've got to stand there. You'll probably feel like
>>> fainting, too, but don't! If you do, we'll catch you, but I don't want
>>> you to faint or vomit or run away. Is that clear?!
>>>
>>> �The next thing that happens is the Grey will start raising its eyes
>>> to look at your eyes. That's when you'll lose all control of yourself
>>> and your mind and you just need to let it happen so you'll know why
>>> humans are never going to be sitting down for coffee to talk about the
>>> universe with these guys.�
>>>
>>> John Smith told me at that point he felt cocky and unafraid and
>>> thought his boss was being melodramatic. �I can handle it, don't
>>> worry!�
>>>
>>> Then he saw the tent flap open and a small, grey-colored being waddled
>>> out, �just like Donald Duck in the cartoons, I'm not kidding! And it
>>> kept coming straight for me with its eyes down. About six feet from
>>> me, my knees began to shake. Then my whole body started to shake and I
>>> thought I would faint. I wanted out of there! I did want to run! The
>>> only thing that kept me standing in that spot was my thinking about my
>>> boss, hearing his voice in my head and saying to myself, �Fuck it! I'm
>>> not going to fall apart while my boss is watching.��
>>>
>>> What happened next completely overwhelmed John Smith. He told me that
>>> while he was trying to force his body to stop shaking, he saw the Grey
>>> head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
>>> eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
>>> ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
>>>
>>> At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
>>> different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
>>> the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
>>> symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
>>> questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
>>> in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
>>> But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
>>> Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
>>> was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
>>> what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
>>> was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint. My boss
>>> and his men caught me. I guess I passed out because I don't remember
>>> anything more until I woke up on a cot in one of the tents.
>>>
>>> �And that's why humans aren't going to be sitting down with Greys over
>>> coffee to learn about the universe. After all that, and with the Greys
>>> trying to help us communicate with the Blonds, we never did learn why
>>> the Blonds broke the dam. But I'll tell you one thing I do know - the
>>> Blonds don't do anything without a specific reason.�
>>
>> cool story.
>>
>It is.
>
>Sounds like personal experience but probably just good writing.
>
>You got me thinking how it could almost be a short story in one of those
>old mags like Analog, no 'Weird Tales'.
You know that's the thing about a lot of new-age stuff to me. Like
Carlos Castaneda's "Don Juan" books, or the science fiction story that
underlies Scientology. Or Whitley Strieber's books.
Sure, it's bullshit.
Probably. Scientology I would say is definitely pure bullshit.
Castaneda I would not argue that it isn't bullshit, but I find myself
capable of believing it. SubGenius or not, I do have a kook streak in
me. Strieber I would say 99% likely it's bullshit.
But bullshit or not, I find the stories fascinating.
Somehow the stories that they write when they are trying to make them
sound like they are real-life are vastly more interesting to me than
stories that are written as fiction.
--
Zapanaz
International Satanic Conspiracy
Customer Support Specialist
http://joecosby.com/
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but with a whimper.
T.S. Eliot
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John Cook
> On Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:37:52 +1000, John Cook<FunC...@Me.Com>
> wrote:
>
>> Zapanaz wrote:
-------
>>> cool story.
>>>
>> It is.
>>
>> Sounds like personal experience but probably just good writing.
>>
>> You got me thinking how it could almost be a short story in one of those
>> old mags like Analog, no 'Weird Tales'.
>
> You know that's the thing about a lot of new-age stuff to me. Like
> Carlos Castaneda's "Don Juan" books, or the science fiction story that
> underlies Scientology. Or Whitley Strieber's books.
>
> Sure, it's bullshit.
>
> Probably. Scientology I would say is definitely pure bullshit.
> Castaneda I would not argue that it isn't bullshit, but I find myself
> capable of believing it. SubGenius or not, I do have a kook streak in
> me. Strieber I would say 99% likely it's bullshit.
>
> But bullshit or not, I find the stories fascinating.
>
> Somehow the stories that they write when they are trying to make them
> sound like they are real-life are vastly more interesting to me than
> stories that are written as fiction.
>
I agree - A good KookTheory/lie/fiction story/religion/whatever has to
have some element of truth to give it a hook.
When I read 'Dianetics' I gave some credence to its theory that things
experienced when semi or un conscious are not processed properly before
storage in memory and cause all sorts of psychological problems later.
I was at the time doing a lot of graphics work - creating postscript
files (in Adobe Illustrator) from bitMapped files (scans of corporate
logos). It was in those changeover times when stacks of the old
physical art work was being brought onto computer.
Anyway the analogy struck me of perceptions being initially a sort of
raw 'bitmap' that is processed by the brain into something much smaller
as it is stored as a memory but if something disrupts that process the
'bitmapped' memory gets stored instead...
p.s. did that make sense?
Rev. Susie the Floozie
> head begin slowly tilting upward and could see the large, black, shiny
> eyes with narrow points near the center of the Grey's flat face that
> ballooned out as the eyes slanted up and outward.
>
> At the moment of eye contact with that Grey, it was like seven
> different feature films started rapidly running through my mind all at
> the same time with sound, temperature, touch and 3-dimensional gold
> symbols superimposed over the films. I knew my mind was trying to ask
> questions, but that seemed to create all the branching pieces of film
> in my mind - like visual answers to whatever my brain was thinking.
> But while those films seemed to have something to do with where the
> Greys came from and why they are here, I also felt like my entire mind
> was being transferred into the Grey's mind. If God himself asked me
> what was communicated by that Grey, I don't have a clue! And when it
> was over and the Grey lowered its eyes, I did start to faint.
Just like looking into The Mahar's eyes.