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The Ongoing Investigation of the Nazca “Mummies” Deserves a Fair Hearing

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Earlier this year, I began to hear about the so-called Nazca “Mummies” found near Nazca in Peru. These are not technically mummies in the Egyptian style but preserved well by an exterior coating with a white powdery substance.  So far, they claim to be in possession of five (5) specimens. Some are so small, it is hard to wrap the mind around.  But, just look at all the diversity of life already known about on this planet.

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I have quietly followed this story for months, keeping in mind that they could be proven fakes at any point. However, this has not occurred thus far.

I am creating this quick post simply because the discovery and investigation of these finds deserve a fair hearing.

I will not go into details here. I have instead provided some specific links at the end of this post so these investigators can speak for themselves.

The chorus of political, science, and media skeptics is rising, but I have not seen one of them base their claims on even a cursory investigation of the evidence. Nor have I heard or seen any of them mention that the investigation is now being  studied widely by biologists, forensic anthropologists, medical teams, and others around the world who are independent of government control—finally.

Initial tests have produced some very interesting results so far:

Initial DNA testing of the first specimen produced mtDNA, after which she was named “Maria.”

Carbon-14 tests date the specimen “Maria” to between 249-410 A.D.  The “white powder” that covers Maria’s body has been tested and appears to be a mixture of diatom/plant material.

One of the small entities has been diagnosed with an apparent bone disease.

One has been shown on X-ray to have what appear to be three (3) “eggs” in the abdominal area.

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A press conference was held in Peru on July 11, 2017 [link below], although it has received little-to-no attention in the USA/UK [because it threatens the Old Paradigm]. It is mainly being covered by French and Spanish media, and alternative news.

During this conference, a gentleman referred to as forensic anthropologist Dr. José Zalce gave a detailed and informative presentation on anatomical features based on X-rays and CT scans he had reviewed [link below].  He was preceded by ufologist and journalist Jaime Maussan. Mr. Maussan has been maligned in the past for some discoveries that proved to be false; however, he is not heading up this investigation.  So far, most blogs and articles I have seen appear to focus on Mr. Maussan and his past failures and do not point out that during this press conference, a call to the international community of anthropologists, medical and forensics specialists, and other credentialed scientists was made to join the research team to get to the truth of these specimens.  Unfortunately, there was no English translation on screen and the Google translation was far less than ideal. However, it is worth wading through the translation and sound problems for anyone wanting to know more about these discoveries.

There are at least two separate teams undertaking this investigation:

Gaia com – This site has a paywall but does have excerpts from updates freely available.

The Alien Project – This is a French crowd-sourced project that has raised the money to fund their own scientific investigation into the mummies. French investigative archaeology journalist Thierry Jamin has posted a short documentary [link below] on those findings thus far.

If evidence of a hugely elaborate hoax around these entities is proven at some point, then a lot of skin will be off the noses of a lot of surgeons, forensics specialists, and journalistic investigators involved in this. In this case, a hoax itself would be huge news simply because of the intricacy of the work.

If these mummies prove to be a genuinely unique/hybrid species found on our planet, their discovery will take its place in ushering in the major paradigm shift that is upon us all. I have already outlined other discoveries forcing a paradigm shift in my blog “Gobekli Tepe, The Sphinx, Electric Universe: Emerging Discoveries Standing Dogma on Its Head“.

Specific Links:

Gaia Com : Unearthing Nazca

Documentary [medically informative!]: Peru’s Relics story with Thierry Jamin [Alien Project]

Update 07/25/17: Gaia has posted a cleaner version of the 7/11/17 press conference, with English subtitles available. 

Podcast: Ep. 680 FADE to BLACK Jimmy Church w/ Jay Weidner [Senior Director of Content at Gaia com] : The Nazca Mummy : Is is an ET? : LIVE [Interview begins at 32 min 55 sec]

Earthfiles: Linda Moulton Howe reports on the Nazca mummies

Biologist José De La C. Rios López is part of the investigative team and is updating information on his Facebook page [posts can be translated]

New 07/27/17: click HERE if you’re interested in hearing what TroikaRV remote viewers have to say.

Update 08/17/17: Last week, a neighbor brought me a few books he’d bought at a garage sale.  Among them was a book titled “Witness to Roswell”, written in 2009 by Thomas J. Carey and Donald R. Schmitt (2009 Revised and Expanded Edition).  This morning, I reached page 158 and my jaw dropped.  I had listened to some lectures on Roswell and heard about witnesses describing bodies among the Roswell debris, but this is the first I have seen of an actual drawing of such alien body.  The first was done by ufologist Leonard Stringfield in 1978.  It was based on witness testimony to an alleged autopsy of one of the bodies by “medical sources”. I was struck by the arm length and hands–how they resemble the specimen “Maria” among the Nasca “mummies” [although this one shows four fingers rather than three]:

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This 2nd drawing by artist Walter Henn, based on witness recollection:

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These drawings are from the web site Roswell Proof [Roswell Mortician Glenn Dennis’ Story, ‘Nurse x’, and Much Other Testimony about Small, Non-human Bodies

New Doc from English investigators 08/24/17 [Part I]: Three Fingered Peruvian Mummy Documentary that Will Make You Question Everything
Incidentally, the investigator tells us around 14 min in that he was “told” that a “foil” akin to the type allegedly found in the July 1947 Roswell “incident” was allegedly sold to a buyer in “Asia” for $8000 as part of an international Mafia/Crime trade scheme.

Interestingly, on page 84 of the 2009 book “Witness to Roswell” [referenced above], Maj. Jesse Marcel is alleged to have told a relative just before he died that the “alien pygmy” beings had “white powdery bodies“.

So, two different sources over time and space that could link Roswell [foil, white powdery bodies] with the Nazca bodies.

Documentary: Origins Of The Nazca Lines And Their Lost City of The Dead

American Museum of Natural History website: Mummies in Peru.

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
– Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159-167

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Plasma and Consciousness–A Personal Exploration

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Many experiences that may seem “paranormal” appear as natural to me now as, say, leaves changing color according to the seasons or caterpillars transforming into butterflies.  I learned in school why leaves change color and the biology that transforms that caterpillar into a butterfly. What no school or governmental body ever taught me was the phenomenon of unidentified aerial objects, even though Roswell in 1947 and the mass UFO flyover in Washington D.C. in 1952 had occurred when I was still just a twinkle in my father’s eye.

Over the past several months, I have immersed myself in the information flow concerning unidentified aerial phenomena (or UFOs) being seen around the world.  I’ve always been interested in the subject, particularly since I witnessed a UFO floating so gently right over my vehicle in 1980.  However, I rarely find anyone who wants to discuss such subjects.  Therefore, it has been left to the curious, the adventurers, and the experiencers to learn about and incorporate into our collective consciousness what is learned.

One recent bit of information that has stirred my curiosity is that plasma is often described during UFO encounters or sightings.  This has prompted me to revisit my 1997-98 journal entries written during my father’s terminal illness, where he described seeing “plasma” images appear.  At that time, I only understood that word in the context of the bloodstream so could not really grasp what he was seeing. Here’s an entry:

January 31, 1998 (early a.m.): Poppy woke me in the middle of the night.  He wanted me to come sit with him in the living room.  He said he has been having very strange experiences:
I looked at the end of my bed and there was a folder of papers.  I stretched out to get it, but it was like a ghost; no, like plasma.  It was a plasma substance, honey.  It didn’t have any dimension.  My fingers went right through it.”
[…] Poppy had to stop trying to describe this, because it was impossible.  But what struck me was how he changed the description from ghost to plasma.

The next day, he observed this same type of “effect” when he opened the refrigerator and described the “largest, purest glass of orange juice” but when he went to grab it, it disappeared.

He had more than a few of these experiences and described them as though they suddenly just occupied a portion in the middle of our otherwise ordinary space.  (To read my journal entries on our evolutionary journey into other dimensions of consciousness as we lived his dying experience, click HERE.)

From wiseGEEK.org:

Plasma is a phase of matter distinct from solids, liquids, and gases. It is the most abundant phase of matter in the universe; both stars and interstellar dust consist of it. Although it is its own phase of matter, it is often referred to as an ionized gas. This is similar to a normal gas, except that electrons have been stripped from their respective nucleons and float freely within the material. Even if only 1% of the atoms have lost their electrons, a gas will display plasma-like behavior.

The atmosphere in our home was highly charged during these months of his dying—I, along with at least two other family members, experienced an incredibly heightened conscious awareness of at least two other dimensions (or parallel realities)—in our dreams, in my long-deceased mother’s “life force imprint” coming in and out regularly to assist,  telepathic information, and other experiences. This was particularly true when he started experiencing the plasma that he insisted was feeding him and informing him from some “opening” that formed.

Now, I recently watched a documentary on the experience pilots had with UAPs when I heard related an observation that pilot Captain Phil Shultz made to the researcher about his experience:

He said when it first appeared, it impressed him as if it was breaking through the atmosphere; like splitting the blue sky open in order to emerge.

(The story of Capt. Shultz’s UFO experience can be heard HERE starting at 21m 15 sec.)

That is almost exactly how my father tried to describe his experiences with the plasma images–as though it just broke through from somewhere else.

Learning what I have over the past several months, many things that seemed inexplicable in 1997-98 now make much more sense now.  I am coming around to the high possibility that at least a portion what we experienced was pure consciousness that expressed itself visually through a sort of transmitter involving a gaseous plasma.

UFO experiencers often describe what they are seeing as gaseous-like “orbs” that seem to fade in and out.  Some report telepathic communication or at least a heightened intuition during these experiences.

Might it be that at least some of these craft are basically imaged and manipulated by consciousness itself?

What we call our “normal” consciousness is itself, in actuality, just another form of altered consciousness.

I have much more to learn.  This is but a stub post on which I hope to expand later. However, I do believe that everything begins with the matrix of consciousness, and this probably applies to interdimensional space travel as well.

Wedge-Shaped Objects, Rattlesnakes, and Ions–Oh My!

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As I was writing in my journal this morning, I suddenly felt an impulse to start writing down an image that was playing through my mind like a short movie.  It feels like an event—perhaps occurring in April or August of this year (letter “A” prominent). First, I am impressed with some sort of temporary regional darkness occurring around the same time as an “out-of-this-world” object appears in a large crowded city such as New York, London, or Atlanta.  The object is as foreign to the witnesses as—say—a cell phone would appear to people in the 19th C. But, this object is much bigger than a cell phone—more like a wedge shape; a mustard colored Swiss-cheese type structure that just quietly appears on a freeway or a wide street.  It hovers, waiting for people to notice it.  No panic, danger, or destruction—it’s just there.

It seems like this wedge-shaped object is initially more amusing than threatening to the people in the vicinity. I sense that theaters are in the vicinity, causing some to assume at first that this really strange wedge-shaped object is part of a theatrical promo. But, several people later begin to report a “telepathic message” conveying that this is from the future and based on a mathematics not currently known to the public.  All I see then are some curlicue-like symbols emanating from this object that make absolutely no sense.

And, for no rhyme or reason, these “curlicues” caused my mind to call up a really weird dream I had on 04/06/1998:

Dream of 04/06/1998: I am in a wide-open place, like a desert I think. A man is demonstrating a ‘futuristic’ ability to me. He points to objects and I watch as sizzling light beams focus on and envelop them, making them exceedingly shiny new and sparkling.   I especially recall a beautiful purple object all lit up in black space with an awesome gold-like, sparkling aura.  This man, who I recognize as a traditional Native American medicine man, then holds an object up in front of him as he approaches me with great intensity in his eyes.  He holds this object right up to my eyes until the object is all I see. It is a rattlesnake tail.  I can hear his voice as he explains a process about utilizing positive and negative ions—very thorough on explaining this electrical process of “renewal”.   As he shakes this rattlesnake tail in front of my eyes, he says something like, ‘this worked well because of what is INSIDE the tail’ or the percussion of the tail.   He then holds the rattlesnake tail very close to his ear and shakes it again while intently searching my eyes to make sure I understand this concept. He keeps telling me never to forget this.

My knowledge about “ions” is very basic; I have no idea what he was talking about.  I did do some cursory research on rattlesnake tails only to find that there is nothing inside them at all. The closest I ever came to snakes would come two years later during a tour of the ancient Mayan ruins in Yucatan.  At Chichen Itza during the autumnal equinox, we watched as the tour guide described the light from the sun creating the effect of a snake crawling down the stairway of this pyramid. He mentioned that the ancients believed the tail of this “sun snake” pointed up from the capstone to the Pleiades. So, Pleiades energy inside that tail?

And what do “ions”, “shamans” and “rattlesnake tails” have to do with this mustardy wedge shaped, time-traveling object?

So, back to the “curlicues” drawn in my journal:

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Perhaps my imagination has slipped into overdrive due to my interest in the Rendlesham/Bentwaters “time travel” aspects of their experience. However, the dream about “planes crashing in the East”  just before 9/11/01 [near bottom of that page] also seemed wildly absurd and ridiculous to me before it occurred. So I’ll just post this here and see what, if anything, occurs around April or August 2017 involving a “time travel” wedge-shaped object. If not, maybe someone could use the material for a science fiction thriller :-/

[I just checked online to see when/if there will be a total solar eclipse this year since I sensed a “temporary regional darkness” around this event.  It appears one will occur on August 21, 2017 and—interestingly enough—will be seen at “greatest extent” near Hopkinsville, KY where the “Sleeping Prophet” Edgar Cayce was born.]


[Added 08/24/17] Interesting to note that on 08/17/17, a crop circle laid down in Sutton Hall, Essex, England has been interpreted as a possible “alien” radio tower schematic that might indicate a method of sending a “coded radio message from space…”.  I wouldn’t be surprised if sometime soon, something along these lines surfaces on a mass scale. But, time will tell.

My Mother The Neptunian – 1987

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On the night of April 01, 1980 I was among those at the deathbed my Italian grandmother whose name was Orsolina, meaning “Little Bear”. As we several relatives stood around her bed in the hospital with only a dim light over the headboard to illuminate the room, I was the one holding her hand. At the moment she died, an amazingly powerful “electric shock” went from her fingers into mine. It was so powerful, I was knocked backward and was caught by a cousin standing behind me. At the same time, I saw a very thin wisp of “smoke” arise from the back of her head, up through the dim light and out the ceiling. I was so stunned from these two simultaneous events, I could not speak for quite a while.

When we returned to my childhood home for the funeral reception, I began to ask family members if they had seen anything weird occur when grandma died. I just kept getting a blank stare. My parents were worried that I was suffering shock, getting a little “ditsy”. Most wondered why I fell back with such a jolt (they thought I had sort of fainted although I was alert through it all), but none saw anything of any kind around grandma’s headboard, so I tucked it all away in the depths of my mind.

Since that day, scattered episodes of extraordinary realities in my otherwise very ordinary life have seemed to randomly drop in as a reminder that there is a much wider context to consider and explore in life. One of the endearing recollections in this area surfaced in a conversation with my mother seven years later in October 1987.

For background, mom was straight-laced in her thinking (from my point of view). Over the years, she would roll her eyes at me when I dipped into subjects such as Astrology [“You don’t really believe that stuff, do you?”]. When I tried to describe my UFO experience, she asked if I was taking drugs. She refused to discuss anything of a metaphysical nature with me. In fact, the family nickname for mom was “Puritan Pilgrim” because of her Quaker background and Pilgrim ancestry. Nuff said there.

In September 1987, mom had suffered a completely unexpected heart attack and was in hospital. A pacemaker was placed during that hospitalization. A few days after she came home, we were chatting together when she suddenly looked up from the knitting she was doing to see if anyone else was around. Then she put her knitting down on her lap. She stared at me for a moment over her eyeglasses. She said quietly,
“I have something to tell you. I’m telling you because you seem to understand these things and won’t criticize me.”
WOW! I was all ears and opened a page in my ever-present journal. This is what she told me:

I was lying in the recovery room after the pacemaker operation. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful lady floating, hovering over the foot of the bed. She was somewhat transparent but had on a beautiful lavender gown that flowed with the air as she hovered. She stretched her arms out to me and said, ‘Do not worry. Everything will be okay and you will be home soon.’ Then she slowly disappeared. I closed my eyes and I must have fallen back to sleep. The next time I woke up, I saw a Pink Lady (hospital volunteer) come into the room to tidy up things and asked her who had been in the room earlier. She said that no one had been in the room since the time I was wheeled in. She told me I had been in a very deep sleep so they monitored me from the nurse’s station outside but that a nurse would be in soon since I was now awake.

I remained riveted and silent as mom told me about her experience. I knew it was very hard for her to comprehend. Since we seemed to be opening up to Spirit here, I brought up the “electrical shock” from grandma’s fingers into mine at the moment she died. Mom simply said,
“I always thought your grandma was being silly with her superstitions. I used to think that coming from the Old Country, she held strange ideas, but she was right on many things. I know that now.”
She paused, then said, “Please keep this between us“. She picked up her knitting and carried on as though this conversation never happened.

Okay, so grandma “Little Bear” had now brought mom and me together on an issue that had been a lifetime taboo to discuss. But she asked me to promise I would not tell anyone, and I never did—until now.

In late October, we were celebrating a birthday at a Chuckee Cheese pizza parlor for one of the foster children she and my father had taken in. All the children were having fun playing games and were scattered throughout the parlor. After doing some supervisory duties with the children, I came back and sat with mom. No sooner did I sit down than she said without a blink or blush:

“I came from Neptune, honey.”

What could I say? Oh, that’s cool…I have a mom from Neptune? Her matter-of-fact declaration floored me. I briefly wondered if there was lack of oxygen to her brain. I never had a chance to follow up with her on that revelation of hers, as the children all started piling back to the table for cake and ice cream. I meant to ask her about it later that evening but it was not to be.

That evening, mom was in hospital again and died two days later. What would turn out to be just hours before her death, I was sitting at her bedside. She reached out her hands and the only words that I could hear were, “Take me home”. She repeated that over and over in a most distant, slow voice. At first, I thought she was trying to ask me to take her home. I was quietly telling her she was too ill to go home right now. Then I realized that she appeared to be staring at the ceiling with her arms still outstretched—it was not me she was addressing.
It then hit me. The “lavender angel” was there. She was asking her to take her “home”. In the time it took me to grab a bite to eat and then return, mom was gone from this world.

In the months before she passed, she often spoke about returning to her home state of Indiana to visit some cousins. In the week after she passed, I was waiting at a stoplight and deep in thought and grief over losing her. I glanced at the license plate of the car in front. The plate holder stated in big letters around the out-of-state plate, “I’m at home in Indiana.”

In 1987, I could not have known that her death was simply a necessary prologue to the upcoming major role she would play from another dimension by assisting my father and me in facilitating his own transition 11 years later….

…but that is another story.

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January 11, 2017 at 8:56 am

My “Alien Visitors” Dream – 1999 Los Alamos

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For background, my arrival and establishment in New Mexico in 1999 was a surprise to just about everyone I knew in my home state of California. I had no clue what to find here and no rational explanation for going, even to myself. I had just buried my father, for whom I had been caregiver during his last 17 months on earth and had been struggling with the next step to take when I awoke one morning in our California home with yet another urgent inner call to move to the Southwest. I had nothing but faith in this feeling and the dreams I was having to assure me that I would find a comfortable home, secure a job, and find friends soon…..and then just wait. Wait? For what?

My son and I left California on August 3, 1999, both having sold or given away anything that did not fit into the van. We had no idea what was ahead for us and simply camped our way through the Southwest deserts of Arizona and New Mexico for ten days. We were sitting at a picnic table playing cards late one night in an Albuquerque KOA campground when all of a sudden the night lit up in a flash. A meteor had just whisked over the Sandia mountain range heading toward Colorado; it appeared so low in fact that we were sure it must have hit somewhere in Colorado. We looked to each other and said together “We’re staying!”

Having just moved into my 3rd floor apartment two weeks later, I experienced five consecutive nights of what I can only call dream visitations by two extremely intelligent “Aliens.” Each dream appeared absolutely real—every detail of my room just as it was in my reality. There was a fullness of compassion and concern on the part of these beings, one always on each side of my bed, engaging in discussion with one another based on my “reactions”. Although I cannot recall everything in every dream, I will never forget that on the final night, after all this dialog and book-giving apparently took place, they escorted me to what was definitely my own real bedroom window. I saw the moon in its ordinary state, the city below in its usual state. What was surreal was that they asked me to look to the north, where I watched a fiery explosion occur in the distance. Then they asked me to look south, and I saw the same thing…a fiery explosion. I was so stunned, the only thing I can recall after that is asking how that happens. I am told that it would come from underground . I vaguely recalled it involved an AFB (I later assumed it to be Kirtland AFB). I am then shown a map and see a huge red cross. (I was told this was “The Crossroad.”) However, I got the impression that this was presented as a high probability but not set in stone, so to speak. Then the dreams of these two highly intelligent visitors stopped for six years to my knowledge.

After the third night in this series of dreams, I very timidly asked a new friend (since I didn’t know what she would think about my situation at the time) if New Mexico had any connected tunnels. She mentioned that it is commonly thought by the locals that Los Alamos and Sandia Labs are connected by tunnels. I didn’t know at that time what Los Alamos or Sandia meant in this state, and her eyes lit up and said “Don’t you know that they are secret labs? Do you know that there are supposedly even nuclear missiles right here…hidden in the Manzano mountains**? My mouth dropped of course.
But, six years had passed and although the tragedy of 911 occurred two years after the dreams ceased, things in NM remained relatively uneventful and there were no more dreams about “intelligent beings”…until 1.5 years ago or so. I only recall one visit and recall one of them turning a page in some large book and handing it to me. They appeared to me to be the same two visitors as in 1999. They have not appeared in my dreamscape since then to my knowledge.

I had the impression that they were only pure intelligence/consciousness but were appearing somewhat human for my benefit. They seemed like Ambassadors from a highly advanced realm on a mission of some kind, which still amazes me because I am about the last person I would think of that such “informed Beings” would want to visit in a dream state. I have no credentials at all on this subject. I can do no more with it than just throw my experience into the brew of millions of other strange stories out there for the sake of posterity. However, I have documented at least one dream in my 1986 journal that actually occurred in great detail 11 years later. [Page 16 in Poppy: August 19, 1998 entry]

I believe that in any case, great minds and Light workers are working hard to prevent the Dark T-shirt guys from shaking our Little Blue Marble into oblivion.

[ADDENDUM 2008}: Was just going through old diaries I found in my garage. I opened the third diary to a page on which I described on Friday, 08/20/2004 an apparent third dream visit (one which I had forgotten), as follows: “Last night, I dreamed of being shown two books, thick books. I think with red covers and with black/white symbols and words. I had the impression from these ‘intelligent beings’ that I was nearly completing the first book but they were now giving me a second book that looked the same but was a ‘sequel’ or a continuation of the first book. I had a strong sense that I was to proceed slowly, not try to take it in too fast, this would be a long, long process. I sensed when I awoke that genealogies were listed within this book, but that this was only a portion of the story. I recall Roman numerals or similar symbols. “]
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Update 06/20/17: This. Here. I’m only hearing about the severe safety lapses now but this has been going on for a long time. Fair warning. Shut it down.
Safety lapses undermine nuclear warhead work at Los Alamos 
Update 06/26/17: Now, Sandia: Light penalties and lax oversight encourage weak safety culture at nuclear weapons labs

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January 9, 2017 at 2:03 pm

My 1980 UFO Sighting near Rancho Seco Nuclear Power Plant

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It was sometime in August 1980 as I recall.

Bill and I were returning home from a long day in Lake Tahoe, CA. It was about 1 a.m. but the evening breeze was still very warm so our windows were down. We were driving on Grant Line Road, which served as a shortcut route bypassing the City of Sacramento proper. The only other vehicle seen on the road was a camper driving ahead of us. At one section it ran rather near to Rancho Seco Nuclear Plant, which could be seen lit up brightly in the distance. As Bill drove, I was peacefully feeling the breeze on my face as I stuck out my head and watched into the darkness around us. The stars were magnificent. Suddenly, out of that darkness a bright spotlight appeared from near the nuclear plant, as though its pilot had just remembered to turn on a headlight. It caught my eye of course immediately. As I watched it approaching, I was giving a little narrative to Bill about it, speculating that maybe it was a helicopter since it only had one huge bright light. But as it approached what I thought would be within earshot of us, I noted it had no sound…nada…completely silent like the night. At this point, my narrative must have sounded a little shaken because I recall Bill saying in a voice that sounded distant to me, “What? What’s wrong?” I don’t think I answered because by this time, the spotlight had once again turned off and all of a sudden I could barely see a somewhat triangular outline blotting out a section of the night stars that surely was no helicopter….and it was huge. I quickly glanced ahead and behind us for other vehicles and still saw only the camper, but way ahead at this point. My eyes returned to this craft, which was now almost on top of us. Silent and dark as though it were floating on an unseen cloud. No sign of disturbance of the environment below it.

Then, a wondrous light burst forth and bathed the entire craft in red halo. It was a transparent pulsing red, more like a glowing aura than lights. I was mesmerized and tried to absorb as much detail as I could. What I saw then (Bill still could not see it from the driver’s side) were portholes all around it, which were not lit from behind but dark against the red glow. I was amazed that even though we were traveling down the road at about 55 mph that this craft stayed with us. When I say “huge”, I mean my conservative guess would have been football field size. Although it had appeared rather triangular in shape when I first saw its outline, it seemed overall to be more of an oval craft. The bottom of it, which I could now see very clearly, also had portholes in many places. I was continuing my narrative but was not even conscious of how my description of this craft was affecting my driver. I just know that I felt a jerk when he stepped on the gas quite suddenly. I later knew that he had by then seen the craft on his side and was not going to hang around to see more. But it didn’t matter how fast we went; the craft seemed to keep pace effortlessly with us as it “glided” from my side to the driver’s side. The camper ahead was nowhere to be seen. I continued to watch as it passed completely over us very, very slowly and definitely as though floating. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished–either by shifting into warp drive or by leaving our dimension altogether–poof! Gone!

Bill was not willing to talk about it. He did not believe in UFOs, he said, and that it had to be some experimental aircraft that flew out of the nearby Air Force Base (I think McClellan). As for me, I could not stop trying to draw what I had seen as the days went by. Even at work on breaks, I spent time trying to duplicate it on paper. But I just could not capture the awe of it.

I decided a few days later to call McClellan AFB to report this. I spoke with a very nice screener, and our initial conversation went pretty well. She asked general questions on location, time, etc. and then said, “Just a few more questions and I’ll let you talk with the officer on duty.” This is where I totally blew it. She asked me to describe it in detail. I started off well enough, describing the spotlight, red aura, and the portals, but then it flashed in my mind to say without thought “Actually, it could be described as a flying strawberry…I mean…uh…” End of interview. But….

A few days after that incident, I found a very brief news article buried in the daily newspaper that told of two men who were fishing several miles south of where we were that night on the river banks in Rio Vista. They had described seeing the very same type of craft, but they must have been wiser about how to describe it since they at least made it into the newspaper. I had to content myself with trying to draw this exquisite craft and take the guffaws from my friends and family, but I did not care. I knew what I saw and that was all that mattered. For Bill’s part, he denied later he ever saw it, which was sad to me.

I have not seen anything like it since, although I keep my eyes peeled. For me, it was an awesome, peaceful experience. Despite the chaos playing out in my life, I felt no fear whatsoever in that short time; in fact, I felt a fleeting sense of complete harmony and calm. I had this brief sense of clarity that there was a reason my life was unfolding in such uncharted territory that would in time be revealed. Just for that brief moment, I felt I was being looked after by something ‘out there’. What has happened since in terms of the direction of my life has been to say the least an interesting journey, but as I continue my blogs, snippets of my journey might be seen as patterns of Spiritual color interweaved in my outlook and writings.

So, are we being visited on this planet by extraterrestrials? My answer would be that rather than “visiting” us, our worlds are merging interdimensionally as the veil becomes thinner and transparent and somewhere deep within me is a sense that our changing Sun is somehow acting as facilitator to that end.

A friend and I were discussing over breakfast the interesting parallels between my sighting in 1980 and the Stephenville sightings Jan/Feb 2008. She remarked with a grin, “Don’t you think in the span of 27 years, they would have updated the style of their spaceship? ” to which I responded “Who’s to say that the one I saw in 1980 didn’t simply leave my time/space and a second later by their ‘watch’ end up in 2008 Stephenville? Hummm……

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January 9, 2017 at 1:18 pm

Phantom Images and Glimpses of Time Jumpers

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In the latter part of 1999 after I had moved to New Mexico, I was relaxing while reading one afternoon on my airbed in my 3rd floor apartment. All of a sudden, what I would describe as a “phantom” or “hologram” figure came running through the closed bedroom door, jumped right over me, and then disappeared through the opposite outside wall. He was short, wore a dingy white shirt, a brown belt or holster at the waist, had on a straw hat, appeared to be of Spanish or Mexican ethnicity, and appeared to be from a prior era such as the mid-19th C. Oddly enough, when he jumped over me, I had the very clear sense that he did not see me and in his world was jumping over a tumbleweed, rock formation or even a dead body (in his timeline). That was amazing enough but then, someone or something appeared to come running through the closed door behind him, but that figure completely faded before I could register any detail.
I would say this “timeline merging” incident was completely random in the sense that two or more timelines running parallel to the one we work through very occasionally “dips” or “merges” into ours. Perhaps parallel timelines are recording all events of all time but at different rates of “speed.” I draw it here (top line is our recorded timeline; bottom if slower moving recorded timeline.)

timemerge-graph

This is much different than the experiences of the “presence’ of mom during the time I was caregiving for my father (See ‘POPPY). In her case, it was perceived by me that she was interacting with us in a way that she was in essence “aware” of our present time, although from a an entirely different dimension altogether.
We base time in our world on one revolution of earth (24 hours). But what if there is some slower or faster rate of recording time’s events (18 hrs or 28 hrs) based on some undetected rotation beyond atmospheric earth or within it? Just a thought.

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January 9, 2017 at 12:44 pm

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