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The Pictures and Events
Picture 1: The first picture shows me at the age of two in 1959. I looked up and saw a Grey leaning over me with an emerald green motion x-ray screen showing my vital organs (you could see the image from below and above on the screen). Then I left my body to see myself being scanned from the corner of the table because I was startled. This is when my sister and her friends saw the UFO at the end of Swan Street at Briscoe Junior High School in Beverly Massachusetts. That same year, I climbed up onto a towering organ bench and played Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. At age five, an even more profound experience took place. It was September 1963, two months before JFK’s unfortunate demise. I was standing in my yard at Beverly MA staring at my red and green jungle gym, contemplating whether to brave a climb. Looking up above it, a "V" shaped craft (Pictures 2 & 3a) of brilliant metal like a mirror with white running lights and slender orange lit domes on the upper and outer sides just sat there in the sky without making a sound. Then along a wide flaring ghostly white beam came two grays who escorted me up into the craft. Immediately upon entering the control room which had long slender curves and archways of mirror-like metal, black screens, and tiny blue and white lights, I noticed a strange dark gray metal square in the center with a bright metal flexible tubular frame around the bottom of it. Though the room was lit with great ambiance, there was no trace of light reflecting from the square whatsoever--not even a satin sheen (Picture 3b). I was placed on a shiny metal table in a main control room only for a few moments and then released again--it was for rapid acceleration into space. Next I was shown 3D lifelike images which hung in space in front of the curved wall of the dome. The first image was of a nuclear explosion--horrifying to say the least. The next image was of multiple lightening strikes--possibly another man-made no-no weapon. Next I was taken down the length of the V on the right side and came to the visual and a sonic cloakers. The sonic cloaker resembled a bowling pin with three metal rings around it. The visual cloaker or photon frequency modulator resembled a pyramidical emerald crystal with a solid dark metal base beneath it. Then I was returned to the control room and taken to a slender arching gate which was over to the right. And I passed through an ultra thin arch way, felt a zap in my finger tips and toes and was over in the other disc. Here, I witnessed the approach to a gigantic stealthed city in space (Picture 3c). The stars were obscured more and more as a black circle got bigger and bigger. Then a small white light appeared in the center. It was actually a large docking bay. The ship was guided in on a blue laser type beam. Apparently only the left dome of the V shaped craft docked. The rest of the ship stayed behind somewhere. I saw a huge docking bay with discs to the center, white molded honeycomb shaped shipping crates and passageways to the right and open operations levels off to the left (Picture 3d). Notably, the levels were clear of equipment as if most of it had been offloaded to earth. The laser guided docking system sat to right center between the huge cargo crates (each about four times the size of a van) and the passageways which were ramps you could float above while being whisked along. There was a small security robot standing about 21?2 ft. tall upon entering a curving hall. I wanted to stay and play but was told we had to move along in a kind but matter of fact tone. At the end of a long curving corridor were self illuminated white rectangular boxes lying horizontally lining the hall right up to the door which opened into the last main security area before entering the city. I was frightened as my thought was that people might be in those boxes. I was told not to worry (Picture 3e)--they might be awaiting burial in space. Through the hatchway/doorway, the room seemed huge maybe 1?4 mi. in diameter and 300 ft. high. Out toward the right, toward the center was an antenna array perhaps 280 ft. tall. Directly across from the hatchway at a distance of about 150 ft. was a free standing rectangular cubical with a door to enter in and a door leading into the main central mall of the city. It had 6’ sections of windows running its length. There were about 25 humanoid types like in a reception area of an airport waiting to greet the various visitors and perhaps disembark on various missions on Earth. I think this group was here to see me. I will never forget the feeling of entering the main mall of the city. Hundreds, maybe thousands of humanoids and Greys were walking along to and fro, some in large groups, some in small. The architecture was breathtaking with slender curves and archways of bright metal and gem like accents, lights and windows everywhere. I couldn’t see to the top so I asked telepathically about the dimensions of this mall. The answer was, 275 ft across x 60 stories high x 2 miles long. At that instant I was told I was being taken to someone I "will really want to meet." I was already becoming very excited. Fear and uncertainty were not a factor. The feeling was like that of going to a friend and mentor whom you go way back with--and the relationship had always been beyond excellent. It was most similar to the feeling I had when the point contact ship sat behind me at Manchester MA in 1976 years later while watching the waves with Phil and Bruce. The ramp and office to him was conveniently near the rear city port of entrance. He showed me a paper thin screen bearing a simplified omega symbol in the upper left corner (looking at the screen, you could also look out his window into the mall. I had entered below to the left (Picture 3f). With kinetic energy from a finger tip, you could scroll images on the screen. There were symbols fast flying by. The friend/mentor said, "You know all these." But I became concerned I would not be able to remember them all. Immediately, he knew I was being mistreated back home. He then led me around a corridor in back of the office cubicles and down a succession of ramps to the belly of the city. As I descended the lower ramps down toward a large opening, time seemed to slow and I was in absolute awe. There seemed to be a gigantic pool on the bottom. The same flexible tubular frame seen aboard the first disc surrounded this pool only it was many times larger. But instead of the reflection-less metal plate in the center, there was moving water--waves! Upon reaching the floor, we passed though a beaming gate to small discs positioned near the pool (Picture 3g). FYI, short range beaming eliminates germs and viruses since they are excluded. Suddenly I was just above the ocean and then plunged into it. My immediate impression was that the whole city had dropped out of high orbit and plunged into the ocean. But then I realized we had passed through space folding in one of the small four seater discs. We traveled undersea for about six miles. I was in awe of the deep blue and underwater rifts appearing beneath the craft. At each passing rift, we were submerging deeper and deeper. Then, at 400 fathoms, I could see the entrance to a city beneath the sea (Picture 3h). Sea life was artistically highlighted all along a rounded entrance tunnel which then opened up into a series of domes within a large outer dome. Walking now outside of the craft in the underwater city, I noticed the deep emerald green light patterns from the water reflecting on the dark shiny floor. We started toward what looked like a giant manta ship (Picture 3i) and I blacked out--too much stimulus for the little child I was then at age five. I awoke just above my house and could see it in a screen from about 200 ft. above it as I was about to be put back in the yard. I had left at about 8:30 in the morning and returned at about 4:30 in the afternoon. My mother thought I had been out playing in the yard the whole time. In all these years, I had thought that I went out to play but the day ended very quickly. And I had simply fallen on a piece of barbed wire which pierced my right thumb so I wailed for my mother. When I was put back in the yard, I had fallen on the piece of barbed wire all right (which was crushed down between the edge of my backyard and an adjoining field), but I was already crying loudly because I did not want to return. And when I fell to the ground in a gesture of defeat, I landed my own thumb on the protruding piece of wire. Joe heard me cry and almost began to cry himself. Then I cried out in pain. At this, Joe brought me out of it. During the age of five, I began to know my way around astrophysics and celestial mechanics. END OF THE AGE 5 EVENT. Picture 4: "1968 Cousin Gail," a simultaneous family sighting. My cousin, Gail Wilkins, was a nurse at the time and was driving home late in the evening through Wenham MA. She saw a gigantic cylindrical object while driving along Linebrook Road. In my regression with Joe Nyman in 1997, it was uncovered that I was actually taken aboard a ship which had been launched from that same cylindrical mother ship a few miles from it in Danvers Massachusetts "1968 age 10" (Picture 5). Male and female Greys were kind and gentle to me. The male reflected tenderness by placing his hand on mine while the female was helping me to remember about our mutual love for waterfalls(?). I was shown a simple test tube with yellow and red blood cells; genetics/incubation technology; self-sustaining deep voyage artificial environment production technology; and microscopic liquid chips. Then they escorted me though a curved corridor running between the inner drum shaped central control room and the outer edge of the disc. Just 15 feet or so around the curved corridor to the left was a room on the right which was very dark without room or control lights. There was "homeworld head" there who examined me closely and then reflected approval to the male and female Greys about the project which in this case was me. I noticed, as my eyes adjusted to the dark, bumps all over his head. At first I thought it was a disease but then I saw they were laid out in a perfect pattern. Then I saw a hair-thin line on his forehead. He was wearing a skin tight cap which perfectly matched the gray of his skin bearing sensors. Upon telepathic inquiry, it was revealed they were for [wireless] multitask fleet communications. Picture 6: The 1972 silent white glowing globular objects: I was playing street hockey with a friend on a stretch of tar between stores along Enon Street in N Beverly MA--Ray Fowler lived a few miles up the street. A net was set up against the south building which was a grocery store. I happened to look up and there were 4 white globes just above the very low cloud cover of about 200 ft. that day. They formed a rectangle with the greater length running north to south and the 4 globes moved as one heading South. The globes are estimated to be about 35 feet in diameter (about the size of a plum held at arms length). There was no engines noise whatsoever. And this was an extremely low pass exhibit. My fellow hockey mate, Mike Flynn also saw the aerial display as I immediately prompted him to look up. We maintained visual for about 12 seconds. In 1976, the same sized globes return--in that instance, there are three. Formal Contact Suddenly there was an effect as if time had slowed. Then, after some time had transpired, a Manchester Police officer emerged onto the beach, turned on his blues and bolted out of there in a hurry (Picture 10). At first, I thought he didn’t see what was happening on either side of him in plain view but instead had caught sight of drunks further up the beach. But he drove past them and left the beach completely. Then the object receded backward along its original approach trajectory heading, stopped at a halfway point, elevated vertically to 4,000 ft., made a right angle turn and headed straight over our heads, aligned perfectly in between two other globes and the three objects moved away in an ”I” formation toward the eastern sky and out of sight. I didn’t know it at the time, but there was some serious time missing that night which was later verified using astronomical software and in regression 21 years later with Mr. Joe Nyman, a founding American UFO researcher (Picture 11): I stood looking out though a curved window or screen at a star field. Though I tried to visually acquire land or ocean below, there was none. I had also been given a sleek and small unmarked silver canister of nitrox(?) as a worry stone which didn’t include a hose and mask. I remember seeing myself looking down at it as well as though the eyes of the Grey who was off to my right and a little behind me. This memory was jarred loose thanks to the benefits of regression. When two major childhood events were uncorked, memories of other events flowed on their own. But there are contact memories were no regression was needed as well. At the close of this event, there was an intense meteor shower which lasted for an hour and the bay at Kettle Cove was full of long silver fish jumping high out of the water by the thousands. I reported this entire event (except for the knowledge of having gone aboard) to the county seat police station in Salem. The desk sergeant confirmed without reservation that dozens of calls had come in concerning the objects. I had also called the Air Force Antenna Station at 16 Skytop Rd. Ipswich MA and a Lieutenant admitted it was official policy not to tell me anything. The Iran and Allagash Incidents also occurred in the ballpark of this timeframe. The objects were identical to the objects seen previously in 1972. Within less than a year, I began to travel and headed west. Phil came along on that first trip and we had another mutual sighting (same reddish glowing globular craft) in the wee hours of July 4, 1977 just east of Kingman Arizona (Picture 12). This object would follow on the driver side and then cross over to the passenger side so that we could both plainly see it. We reached the Santa Monica cliffs just in time for the evening of the 4th of July 1977. The beaches below were packed with people stretching as far as the eye could see. And just then, five major fireworks along the coast commenced and we could see them all from that spot. More than the exquisite welcome to California this was, it was also a welcome to the advent of peaceful open contact. END OF 1976/1977 EVENTS In the February 1978 ice storm while driving from San Diego to Boston, I was swept off the road by the wind sheer from a truck cab while attempting to pass on black ice approaching Ft. Worth. I spun 180 deg., landed in the median ditch, bounced out onto the oncoming lane on the opposite side of the highway with my rear end facing perpendicular across the fast lane lane... There was a convoy of trucks bearing down on my position also on black ice. Moreover, the car had stalled. I had about 2 seconds to decide whether to get out of the car or try to start it. The thermostat had been removed in San Diego which was making it hard to start averaging about 11 tries after stopping. But some force guided my hand to the key and turned it. The car started. Next, even with an impulse to floor it to escape pending doom my foot was eased onto the pedal barely touching it and the car spun on the black ice just enough to rest parallel facing the oncoming trucks which then wind blasted me back into the median ditch. Gently turning the wheel to the right with slow increase to acceleration, I ascended the opposite slope of the median, popped out between oncoming cars and made a graceful turn in the slow lane heading back for Ft. Worth. People honked furiously. Sorry. This ice storm scenario... well, I'll leave it to you. In April the same year, I had driven out to Salinas CA and was en route eastward again across northern Nevada along I-80. It was 2:30am and I had forgotten to fill up in Reno. I continued east in hopes of finding a roadside filling station--no such luck and my gauge was nearing "E." I was maintaining 65mph and suddenly I am waking up as the gauge read 35mph and falling. I look up to get my bearings and see a sign moving slowly by saying, "Elko 12mi." But two seconds ago, I was near Lovelock traveling along the W. Humboldt Range (Picture 13). In the distance, I noticed red and white business lights along the right side of the road. As they neared, I was still uncertain as to whether it was a convenient store or gas station that might still be closed. The engine stopped and I was now at the mercy of momentum and I threw it into neutral. The car rolled to a perfect stop next to a gas pump and the station was open. I was happy to see the attendant and he was happy because I was happy. That seemed to matter more than whatever had happened back there. But after regression many years later, memories returned which were triggered by other memories being uncovered. On that April night in Nevada, a wide beam of white light had picked up the car, a 1966 Cadillac, with me in it. I did not see the interior of the craft above this time, but we can go there later, I'm sure. Some days after arrival to my destination in Columbia MO, I was awakened from a sound sleep. I was in a trailer in a decent tree filled trailer park with a swimming pond in the back. A male Grey visitor appeared standing outside under an oak tree. He held a silver rod with a sleek marquee shaped slit centered running 3/4 the length of it with something like a 1/2 carat sapphire set in the center (Picture 14 a & b). I heard a barely audible "ping" sound and then an massive information upload into my biological computer, the brain, began in a steam of light patterns passing between the rod and my head (Picture 15). Then I asked him his name and he answered, "Teil" (not teal though the sound is the same). I could also see the word as it is said in English reading, "Teil." I noticed the features of this gray well. Rather than coveralls, he was in a tight fitting pants and jacket type attire with a fine seam like a zipper line running up the middle of the jacket. There was a naru or thin turtle neck type collar and the gray skin tones matched the gray of his attire. There was also a soft boot made of the same material in the same color. He was friendly and obviously approachable. For the next five minutes, I somehow trustingly relaxed while swimming in these extensive thought patterns. Then they quickly faded and I fell fast asleep. The next morning, I was grabbing paper and writing down some very high order of thinking formulas spanning law, physics, nature, you name it burning up page after page. Friends were wowed but also concerned about me. People stopped coming by like they used to. Fortunately, I had a rare opportunity to save a drowning child at the pond. He was extending his arm for help but no one noticed, so I jumped in clothes and all and pulled him out. This at least kept the possibility of my being totally out of my mind down to a soft roar of "undecided." I very much had to deal with all this alone. END OF 1979 EVENT. 1986, Harrison ME, comes the only one possible negative experience with a wrinkled orange type Grey. At the time, I had been writing spiritual music and was also applying hands on work on forest beautification and restoration--taking landscaping to the next level with the inclusion and enhancement of the forest environment. The knowledge, talent and sense of forest enhancement mission was coming from somewhere else.. While asleep, two memories or composite scenarios were being fused into one. All the pain and trauma of life put together in a single moment was crossed with happy and elated memories of performing on piano in major hotels. Because I had been with a fundamentalist religious group in the early 80s, I suspected the visitor was trying to cripple my talents. And I confronted the being (Picture 17) saying: "What are you doing here?!" and he quickly departed like an image being pulled upward. But in retrospect, I think he might have been there to help. Conservation Exchange Global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact. Lasting global peace is achieved swiftly though common mission and no longer merely observed philosophically. That is just the beginning. Trillions in monetary units and resources otherwise earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can then be sent to Advanced Individualized Education, Fuel-less Technology, Medical Cures, Affordable Energy and Environment Savvy Homes, Long Life Products/Materials, Major Costs and Tax Relief, The Needy and all people, environment and technological reformation programs that are designed to benefit all people/all life and to succeed. Rich or poor, we can no longer tolerate the violation to life, the natural wonders and the common liberty, happiness and well being of all. How does this impact other worlds? Conservation Exchange will become the universally accepted principle of governance and the means though which peaceful open contact will occur. Symbol for it: Picture 18. In 1991, I took my case headlong into the mental health system as I was complaining of memory black outs. And I laid all my cards on the table about the experiences I was aware of. Because of all the negative propaganda about alien abductions and demons, I was somewhat confused and afraid. Memory painted one picture but government, movies and pastors painted another. I was then tested right away for Temporal Lobe Epilepsy (TLE) and seizures, given MRI and CT scans, and passed with flying colors. I decided to stay in an outpatient capacity for the benefit of therapy. During this time, I was enlisted as an advocate for people stigmatized because of their mental health label. One significant achievement, aside from related national involvement with the arts, was to help integrate patients and ex-patients onto the board of mental health. In 1993, I was elected chairman of a state council. And by 1994, I had moved on. In April 1995, my wife noticed a little ad in the local paper mentioning a UFO Conference to be held at Plymouth State College in Plymouth NH. There, I was given the floor to speak a little about September 26, 1976. When I realized that the professor was a regional director for MUFON, I asked to file officially. One thing that is so hard for experiencers with multiple lifelong encounters and abductions is that official reports are geared to one sighting and the questions are narrow in content: ”Were there power lines?; were you drinking or using hallucinatory drugs?, etc. But where are the questions about visitor/human interaction; about technological discovery and disclosure; social discovery; genetics; history; science; art? It seems the reports are designed to place most cases in the ”swamp gas” category. For instance, I was forced to trip over whether there were power lines nearby as the questioner had wrongly noted there had to have been some in order for this or other cases to be taken seriously. The regional MUFON director was tongue and cheek with me even when he was made witness to my triangular scar and even though he had also seen a white globular object the same size as mine in Vermont a few years before this which was zipping along setting speed records after doing a close fly-by. Triangular Scar Within days of the event, I started to have sudden and spontaneous recollection of events of September 5th and 6th. I know that certain places, smells, objects, etc. can trigger memories. But these would come regardless of stimuli. But it was agonizingly slow. An explosion of three distinct initial memories followed by a 2 month wait. The first thing recalled was sitting in a molded type chair with a city passing beneath me seen through a large curved screen or window. Seated across from me and a little to my right was a young boy who apparently had been abducted as well. We seemed to both be passing in and out of consciousness. At this particular point in time, our eyes briefly met. Judging from the particular curve of the window, it seemed that we were near the bottom of a globular craft (Picture 20). In the second memory, I am conscious again but now a floor or two higher up in the orb as the curve of the window was now straighter. Here, I was in a molded chair right up against the window and I didn’t see anyone else. But out the window, I saw an African fishing party (would love having help to identify the weave and pattern of the long gown they were all wearing—and then pay a visit) who were attempting to run away from the descending craft--and I could see them trying to run away through my window (Picture 21). I remember thinking, ”They’re not going to get very far.” There was a winding brown muddy river off to their left and dry yellow grass all around with some short, thorny shrubs. Then I faded out again. And it was daylight though this flight embarked at night. Third memory: Was carried/floated backward through a control room area in the middle section of the globular craft. There were two grays at the controls (Picture 22), two carrying me and one watching from the entrance I had just come through. The two who were carrying me placed me in some transparent tank resembling a bathtub filled with a cool and almost light as air breathable liquid which was picking up cool-dim blue-green glow from the room. I was immersed but barely panicked as I was reassured I was in no danger and could breathe normally. At first, the liquid (and the level of communication) seemed cold. They levitated the tank to an upright position, and remarkably, the fluid stayed inside the tank area. I could see the control panel again but the two grays who had been there were now gone. The two grays with me watched me from about a foot and a half away (Picture 23). They saw I was not afraid and they also read my thoughts about conservation exchange and technological conversion. Everything suddenly changed. Now there was warmth. I felt included and even honored. At this and as the ship suddenly slowed down, I was allowed to freely walk to a window and witness pre-docking maneuvers with a mother ship in space (Picture 24). At MUFON conferences, I felt like a wet-behind-the-ears lad while a wealth of disclosure was blatantly being ignored. So I rolled up my sleeve and showed the NH director, Peter Geremia, the triangular scar which at this point in time was beginning to heal over and the geometry was softening and the scar area was getting smaller though it was still very plain. Even so, I was left in an agonizing need of support. MUFON should absolutely have a serious experiencer support facet or at least a sweeping and comprehensive network for this. And when the evidence doesn't appear to be there, the experiencer must still not be discredited and disowned. Interestingly, a circle of yellowed grass which accompanied the scar had also been ignored. But a memory which took over two years to surface confirmed the yellow circle of grass. You see, I couldn’t remember being carried out at first. Why? I had been carried out backward! We are used to moving forward, not backward. But as an artist from a young age, there was one minor detail which my very sharp eye didn’t miss. Between the living room chair and the back yard was a large sliding glass door and window array. There was a huge neutral-yellowish curtain which was pulled closed at night before bed. The curtain was illuminated from out in the backyard. That is, a brilliant white light was out in the back yard and I could see the illuminated curtain in the eye of one of the two grays whom was not concealed by my own shadow. There is a picture for this called: "The Curtain." Somehow it didn't make it onto the site. Now...that...this...memory...finally...jogged...loose, I remembered the back yard as if it had just happened. The grass was blindingly lit. Still styled backwards, we went up through a semi rounded hatchway and the grass was only a few feet below. In that yard, there were tall pines as a barrier from I-93. So the ship sat near the ground for general concealment. The curvature of the walls at this entry matched the curvature of my very first memory in the seating room near the bottom of a globular craft. As my eyes adjusted to the darker interior of this room of the craft, I began to see details like a small panel of buttons on the wall but then passed out. By the time this all gelled, research into this case was long gone. There are further profound aspects to this case: A council of composite species and evidence of intergalactic members. On September 26, 1996, one year after my 1995 abduction (and 20 years to the day after the 9-26-76 three globular ship event), I just happened to escort my wife out to the car for her then early morning commute. Off to our left and to the north over Plymouth NH, a cylinder mother ship, in this case bathed in a green glow was moving fast from east to west. At a point directly across the road from us at a distance of about 1/2 mi. and about 5,000 in elevation, it launched several discs as we both looked on (half ruler at arms length and buckshot sized discs). A few days later, Cherie saw a 40' slender mirror dome-less disc vertically positioned straight in front of her while driving along I-93 S through Thornton NH (silver dollar on edge at arms length). Two days later, I saw a mirror silver disc--exactly like hers--in a horizontal position out the front door of our place then in Ashland just to the east over the highest point of the nearest hill exhibiting a falling leaf pattern of flight; rose again in elevation and moved straight along to the west; exhibited a falling leaf flight pattern; rose again in height and moved in a straight line to the west... It did this 7 times. What grabbed my attention was a mid afternoon's nap dream of being able to see into a situation involving a child in an institutional foster home (aided remote viewing) and how he lives to adapt and get along. He had a friend sitting on his bed with him talking and then they ran out of the room together in some planned game or adventure. At this, I sprang off the couch and went to the front door. Looking to the hilltop, I saw the glistening of the sun on the mirror finish of the craft (Picture 25). So far, all these memories and occurrences were taking place without the aid of regression. But when I did get to regression, two major childhood events confirming peaceful contact were revealed. I went there to gain even more about September 5th & 6th 1995, but instead ended up at some incredible childhood experiences first. These began to disclose a peaceful agenda—at least among these particular grays. My first memory recovered in regression was a 1968 Age 10 experience. There were male and female grays being very gentle with me and a home world head who reflected approval over this project(?). I was shown genetics technology, deep voyage artificial environmental replication technology, liquid sub micro chips, water as for beauty and energy, wireless micro communications sensors. The very first thing to appear as out of a haze were the rectangular yellow lights running around the rim of the room. In session two, still in want for more up to date revelation, I ended up going to age five and to a city in space and a city beneath the sea. This story will probably take up the same space or more than all the accounts thus far and it is full of insight into humanoid/gray cooperation, technologies, and interaction with man. I will address it in a third stage. I had pictures upon pictures of this in a Windows 95 computer and then it crashed. But now with a powerful PC and Win XP, I can work to my heart's content. UFO Photo Witnessed Extraction Speaker at the ARC 2003 Conference http://www.cosmictribune.com/ct/Extraterrestrial/Arch/2003/Hal/mck_7_1.html http://www.cosmictribune.com/ct/Extraterrestrial/Arch/2003/Hal/mck_7_9.html. After 45 years of waiting, I finally had the podium. It was great to be with Travis Walton again and this time as a co-presenter. I was the first speaker. I knew from past MUFON conferences that the credibility hurdle for an experiencer is near impossible to attain unless you have a book or movie. The bar is set too high even for Superman. So I decided to write an opening speech beginning with the point that visitor security is the reason for much lack (but not total lack) of evidence. Though I was a little nervous at first, I had my notes, my speech, the pictures and knew how to interact personably from music performance and advocacy experience. I did well and loosened up nicely especially when we were into the visuals. Eyes and ears were glued and no one had a negative word to say. It was all positive and educational and it just doesn’t get any better. Topping off a relieving first delivery in conference was the time we all shared in the alpine zone on the North Carolina border. I will never forget this wonderful and enriching event for as long as I live. A Helpful Visitation Since the early 1980s, I have performed on piano in major North American hotels, concerts, radio, television, studios and state and national talent shows. I have also performed at national conferences to aid the cause of arts and ending stigma for the mentally ill earning awards and have worked with developmentally disabled children. Later, I made contributions in forest care and parks management earning awards there also. Then in 2000, I competed in New Hampshire Talent America winning first place and in NYC Talent America winning a first runner up trophy. After this, I took on estate caretaking and finally was promoted to Estate Manager last year in the Berkshires. After 20 years of being separated by many miles, Phil Oxford (co-experiencer of the 1976 three globular ship incident) and I had a recent reunion at the Beverly Depot Restaurant and Pub in Beverly Massachusetts (Final Picture). We told our story to the room and everyone was highly interested. The photographer was also an experiencer named Dorene Pinciaro, a purchasing manager for a major electrical equipment corporation. Phil lived in Ft. Meyers Beach Florida and since our reunion has returned home to Beverly Massachusetts. It’s Our Move (and if
we were in check mate or stalemate, this message would not be going forth). My dad was on the Philadelphia Experiment (among two other ultra black projects). It was not about invisibility. It was about folding space. Invisibility is more easily achieved by changing the frequency of photons (which does not cause molecular reconfiguration). So the US has ultra secret space folding, the bomb and now powerful energy beams. If I were a stellar neighbor (or a council and coalition of peaceful worlds), I would be concerned. Herein lays the ET motive for having bases throughout our solar system. I've been in contact for 48 yrs. The US is suppressing peaceful contact and US research is mostly all about information extraction and containment. But visitors are helping with matters such as health, biological improvements, extended life, increased forest growth and heightened awareness to name a few while encouraging the developments of fuel-less technology, medical cures, advanced individualized education, affordable environment and energy savvy homes and quality helps for the needy and poor including all useful, lasting and peaceful technologies. This can be summed up as: Technological Conversion. Global Conservation Exchange is the key to getting there. If global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact, lasting global peace will come almost overnight though common mission. Trillions in monetary units otherwise earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can now be sent to Technological Conversion. I hope that you will support the experiencer and help institute these measures for peaceful contact and the end of US and global isolationism from the stars. Respectfully submitted, Jeffrey Morgan Foss |