Chapter 10: Remembering The Past, The Boy And A Rainbow Car

 Before the boy's sister was toddling, before she was a person, the boy himself was a toddling child getting into all sorts of mischief and mayhem.  The boy was a wanderer, he was the type of child that did not know that sitting still was a thing.  He could be found in any location attached to the property or even an adjacent strip of land or dwelling that he could manage to meander into.  An occurrence that was often the dilemma of the Mother.  The many letters that follow a child's name today as a manner of diagnosing the reasons for the meandering and not acknowledging the sitting still part of life had not been invented yet, the boy was a seeker, a finder of things unknown to human eyes.

There was a stream on the back side of the property that spilled into a small lake.  The lake had trees and grew around a small beach of white sand that the family would enjoy swimming from and have an occasional picnic.  The property was an oasis in the middle of the northern expanse of the Great American Desert.  For miles around the land was brown and dry in the summer, and cold and frozen in the winter. but on the property hay grew green, the trees reached for the sky, and wildlife would commune and flourish.  It was a small piece of heaven that The Old Man and Grandma had been working for generations with Mom and Dad and the boy helping as family should. 

The boy was wandering.  No one was sure this time how long he had been gone.  It could be the manner of minutes or hours.  He was supposed to be napping.  Apparently the boy had ditched a diaper, grabbed his favorite blanket and crawled prowled out the back door of Winston, this was before the Bel Aire had been added to the front.  

A massive search was begun.  Grandma was looking, Mother was panicking, Dad was walking toward the back side of the property, and The Old Man was chuckling and grooming his roan.  A reddish brown mare that loved the attention.  After he finished giving the horse the attention she thrived The Old Man put his brushes and comb away then walked towards the back of the main barn.  It was getting dark.  

In the barn The Old Man could hear some shuffling and giggling coming from up above the floor.  He flicked the light switch and the barn opened up to him.  The stalls in front where all empty, the horses were out in the field running.  The back of the barn was dark with saddles and tac lining rows of hooks and hangers.  Then he heard a giggle and looked up.  The boy was standing high over head looking down at The Old Man, arms stretched out.  The Old Man chuckled and stepped towards the opening under the second floor of the barn. He smiled up and the boy who then jumped and fell into The Old Man's arms.   A game they had played before.  The boy was not afraid, he was happy. 

The Old Man carried the boy back to Winston and waited for the rest of the search party.  He redressed the boy and gave him some warm cereal.  The boy smiled and drooled as he ate his snack.  The world was good.  The rest of the family was not as happy at the boy which was a source of amusement for The Old Man.  He knew, the boy was just like him.

As the summer progressed the boy would occasionally wander and bring back treasures from his walks.  Colored rocks, funny shaped sticks, and a puppy.  The Mother was unsure, the Dad was ok, Grandma had a questioning look, and The Old Man picked up the puppy, "Where's your mother little fella?"  The puppy was a runt wolf pup.  

Dad left to go search and came back a short time latter.  "The mother is dead," he said.  "Looks like she's been shot."  Wolves are usually not appreciated by the neighbors.  Fortunately the closest neighbor is miles away.  Grandma took the puppy and began cleaning it up.  He turned out to be a loyal pet. 

It was the beginning of August now and the boy was was again wandering.  He managed to walk to the back of the main stall area of the horse barns.  The lights in the stalls were off, but the boy could see.  He could see a rainbow.  It was coming down from the sky in the middle of the field.  The lights covered every thing he could see.  The rainbow was soft and warm, the boy was happy.  After awhile he could hear some music and voices.  Someone was talking to him, they were asking him his name and where he came from.  Things that people would ask a lost child.  One of the voices, a lady with a soft sing song voice, picked the boy up and carried him into a large car.  Inside the car the rainbow was all around and the music could be heard everywhere.  The boy smiled up at the lady, who looked like sparkling lights.  He could hear the motor running, a high whine.  He could feel himself moving in the car.  There was another voice, his was lower, but soft.  The music kept playing and the car stopped.  

The lady carried the boy out of the car and put him down on some soft grass.  The boy knew where he was.  The voice said, "Wait here, they'll be here to take you home soon."  She brushed his hair out of his face and disappeared.  The boy saw the car back away then fly straight up into a cloud followed by the rainbow.  He was alone on a small hill in the grass.  

The boy didn't know how long he was there, he didn't know about time yet, but he heard his Mother's voice, then Dad's, and Grandma's, finely The Old Man, he was laughing.  They found him on the hill and took him back to the house on the rise in front of a lake.  This was not the same lake on the property it was a lake 250 miles away next to the house of Dad's cousin in Billings Heights.  No one knows how the boy got there, but the boy was happy.

Peace and Balance,

John

 

Chapter 5: A Short Ride, Fishing, And Blue People

 The family lived in a couple single wide trailers that stood about 15 feet apart at the front of the property.  One was a fancy model, a Bel Aire that had a lowered floor and raised roof over the living room area.  And a trailer that the Old Man called Winston.  It was never revealed why, Winston, but the name stuck.  

The Old Man, and Grandma lived in Winston, while Mom, Dad, the boy and toddling girl lived in the Bel Aire.  It was a good arraignment.  The boy was free to wander from trailer to trailer at will. Occasionally with the toddling one in tow, more times not.  Grandma always had goodies at the ready just in case raiding parties of wayward teens showed up at the door.  The boy and his friends were in constant battle with factions of invisible 7th, 8th, and 9th cavalries.  The boy always used the Old Man's US Cavalry tach as proof of victory of many battles.  The raiding parties always succeeded in counting many coup on the invisible horde.  The end of the battle always signaled snack time.  Grandma was always ready. 

Parked next to the garage was the Old Man's truck.  A Peterbilt tractor that was fully loaded with climate control and a sleeper in the back of the cab.  During the summer the boy would either sleep out in the open under the stars or in the Old Man's sleeper if he wasn't out on the road.  During his driving career the Old Man had contracts with two companies, United Van Lines, and Mayflower.  The Old Man owned his truck, but would change the paint depending on which company was hiring his business.  Mom was seen once repainting the lines on the doors of the truck from green/blue and gold to orange.  She just said, "the Old Man switched companies." Again. 

Because he actually owned his truck he was considered Independent,  always a source of chuckling from Grandma, and the Old Man.  It seems the only truly independent man died a couple thousand years ago and every one since has been reliant.  The joke was over the boy's head. Independent trucking is an illusion.

In the morning early, the Old Man woke the boy and said he was going on a run and the boy needed to get out of the sleeper.  Grabbing his blanket and pillow the boy headed to the bench seat in front of Winston to lay back down.  The sun wasn't even thinking about coming back up yet.  Sometimes the Old Man had a strange sense of humor.  On his way out of the truck The Old Man told the boy to take care of his sister, and watch the clouds at night if  he  decided to sleep out. The skies are unpredictable. Then he got in his truck, fired her up, and drove off taking a right at the end of the driveway and headed down the dirt road to the highway.  He had a trailer to pick up and deliver somewhere in Wyoming.  He would be gone about a week.  The boy waved and went back to sleep.  The bench was pretty comfortable.  It had a quilted mattress that was just long enough for him to stretch out.  Later in the morning as the sun decided to make an appearance the boy was awoke by the smell of breakfast as Grandma was holding a plate under his nose saying softly, "Get up and eat.  Then go feed the horses and milk Bessy."  Every milk cow Grandma owned was named Bessy.  This was actually Bessy number 4, and she wasn't as young as she looked. 

After doing the chores, and finding out that the toddling one was with Mom for the day, The boy packed a bag, grabbed a sleeping bag, saddled Pacos, his horse, and trotted out to the back forty.  The back forty acres of the property had running through the middle of it a nice bubbling stream, to big to be a brook, and a set of large White Birch trees that offered shade.  To one of the trees was set a hook that made a convenient place to hang a fishing rod.  A box at the foot of the tree with a supply of crawlers was kept to bait the hook.  From the back of the saddle the boy unwrapped a mesh net and hung a hammock between the two large trees.  He stocked a campfire, grabbed the rod, baited the hook, cast the line out into the stream.  Setting the pole between a few rocks the boy jumped into his hammock and stared up at the sky listening to the water, birds, and breeze, then slept.  Zen in action.

A little bell woke the boy up.  He looked over at his pole and noticed it was bending at the pull of the water.  The bell tied to the top of the pole was ringing, a sign that he had caught a fish.  He jumped down and checked his line, yes indeed there was a fish on the other end.  He waged a short battle and reeled in what appeared to be a nice rainbow trout.  The boy was pleased with his catch.  He looked up checking on Pacos and said to the horse, "Look, I caught one."  Pacos just snorted and put his head back down in the short grass and nibbled.  The boy got the impression that the horse didn't care one way or the other.  Horses just aren't into fish.  

The boy cleaned the fish and liberated a cast iron skillet he found tied to the back of the other tree.  Throwing a couple more sticks onto the fire he found a small bottle of olive oil in his pack and poured a small amount in the skillet and put it on the coals.  Letting the pan get hot he put the boned and cleaned fish in the pan and started frying dinner.  After eating the fish he noticed the sun was sitting low on the horizon.  Pacos was drinking from the stream.  It was time for bed. He jumped into the hammock and watched the darkness come.  The stars were bright, the breeze was light he was tired.  

The boy felt someone tapping on his shoulder.  He was dreaming and told the toddler to go back to bed.  Again there was a tapping on his shoulder, this time followed by a light tug on his big toe.  The boy finely began waking up and looked in the direction of the campfire.  The fire was out, but he could see the red glow of the embers.  In the glow he saw a shadow.  He couldn't quite figure the shadow out it didn't make sense he had come here alone.  The shadow looked like a small person somewhere between the toddling girls size and his own.  That would be about 5 feet tall.  This was all happening in his head as his conscious mind finely kicked in.  Then he heard it.  

There was a soft voice just over his right shoulder.  He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a soft blue glow.  Standing in the glow was a short girl.  She was wearing a blue jump suit and had what looked like light blue skin.  Her hair was a dark and he noticed she had very large dark eyes.  She looked like she might be about his age.  Then he heard the voice again, this time in his head, "Hello." 

The boy was confused and tried to get out of the hammock.  He landed with a thud.  "Ooof." Followed by an, "Are you ok?" in his head again.  

He stood up and said, "I'm ok."  Then he saw the other one.  A boy a little taller than the girl petting Pacos' mane and rubbing his shoulder.  The horse nuzzled the boy and blew out.  He only does that when he's happy.  

"Holly shit! What the Hell is going on!"  The boy began to panic.  

Then he heard the voice in his head again, "It's ok.  No one's is going to hurt you.  We're friends."  Then the soft blue light became comfortably warm, and the boy was calm.  Pacos trotted away.

He heard another voice, "My name is Marcus, her's is Leta."  

The boy thought his name, but before he could answer he heard, "Pleased to meet you. We can hear your thoughts. We have something to show you."

The soft blue light became brighter, and brighter.  Then on the horizon he saw a disc coming toward him getting larger and larger the closer is came.  Before he could react straight over his head was a huge circular object glowing blue and making unusual music that sounded very much like something the Mammas and the Pappas would play, or even the Association.  The boy had a complete feeling of joy come over him in a rush.

He woke up riding Pacos on his way back to the horse barn.  He looked around him and everything was with him, and even looked like he hadn't even used it.  He arrived and unloaded the horse, brushed him down, fed him some oats, hay, and gave him a bucket of water and left him in the coral with the gate to his stall open so he could wander in and out as usual.  The boy was still feeling very happy, but didn't know why.  

When he returned to Winston he found the Old Man waiting for him.  How long had he been fishing?  The Old Man smiled then winked at him and asked, "How was the trip?"  

Peace and Balance,

John

  

I See It Too.

 

When you look into the sky and see something with your own eyes that doesn't make sense, when your mind can't make heads nor tails of what your eyes are seeing, then what you're seeing is unidentified, and flying, an Unidentified Flying Object.  

You can see these things with your eyes, but you still try to deny what you see.  You're not willing to accept what your own eyes are telling you.  You deny the existence of something that you can actually see.  This causes a disconnect and separates your mind and your body.  You become confused and border the realms of insanity.

There's a split, you see a thing, but refuse to accept that it is real.  Any good analyst would take that apart and charge you an ungodly amount of money to tell you that you're denying your own reality. Thus is the plight of the seer of things that the majority tells you doesn't exist.  Acceptance in these things is a big step in healing your understanding.  Let go, and believe...

So, when you look up into the sky and see those things that make you weep with wonder, accept them and welcome, you've just joined a larger universe.

Peace and Balance,

John

Visits From Galactic Cousins

 Sometimes you sit and watch the sky.  During the day you look up and it's that special blue hue, a slight breeze pushing waves of wispy clouds by, and birds fly over head and sing their flying songs.  Flying high you may see the occasional jet plane that lays down a line of white stuff followed by a roar proving that things can fly faster than the sound they make.  Occasionally smaller planes buzz by makings the sound of angry bees.  I have visions of Snoopy battling the Red Baron.  Beautiful days.

The night comes and you still stare at the sky.  Stars blink and twinkle their hellos, and you look for shapes hidden within the designs in the heavens.  You might hear a roar then see the lights blinking red, green, and white, the sign of a jet airliner full of sleepy passengers. A brisk coolness in the air and a fire makes the night complete. 

Then you view a sight that should not be there.  It might be a plain white orb, or light moving silently through the night sky.  Not blinking, no sound emitting from it's wake, just a moving bright orb, unidentified in the night.  In the North Country when the company is just right and the need and want fits the scenario, you might just see something wonderful flying by.

Around 10:00 pm. last evening myself and two of my mystical brothers saw a first, flying very high and silent across the sky.  Resembling a bright string of pearls flying vertically, perpendicular to the ground, an object that from the distance hypothesized at must have been absolutely huge flying on it's side, silently, very high, very fast, and wonderful.  

Our galactic cousins came to visit. 

Peace and Balance,

John  

The Three, Gossip, And A Fly Bye.

 

The Three met last night to discuss important things that needed discussing.  Things like the weather, flooding, other people, rumors, gossip, the state of affairs, and why Trump should be incarcerated.  You know important things.  Not to spread further gossip, but to add a sprinkle of healing into the mix so folks can get beyond the rumor mill and look forward.

When the Three get together strange things happen.  Suddenly birds in the area begin to talk back and forth.  They answer questions, and sometimes seem either amused or slightly irritated.  Birds are like that.  They can be fickle creatures.  

The neighborhood dogs would begin barking in unison, and squirrels bounding from tree to tree antagonized the dogs as they chuckled at the Three.  In jest I often refer to squirrels as angry creatures, but the opposite is actually true.  Squirrels are mischievous little buggers with a serious sense of humor.   Two times, at least, in history have squirrels influenced the development of mankind with a practical joke.  The first was the acorn tossed at Gautama as he sat under the Bodhi tree just before attaining his ultimate enlightenment. Being beaned in the head by a well tossed acorn can do wonders.  The second was when Sir Isaac sat under a tree and was bopped on top of the head by a well aimed apple.  No one ever speaks of the squirrel atop the tree, little bugger.  An applied lesson in Gravity. 

Clouds took positions and layers in the sky that can not be replicated by any artistic practice of man.  If tried onlookers will not believe that the painting was a real event.  

Stories shared by the Three, embellishment an art, promoted the spiritual growth of listeners and receivers of mystical things.  Just as the night's end began to take shape and gazing at the evening sky was the thing to do, an object was seen flying high over head reflecting white in the last sun.  The object moving slow and silent, but left no trace nor could it be heard.  So bright was the sky rider that no real shape could be discerned.  It flew into the Northeast to take an abrupt right angle turn to the North and disappeared in the cloud. 

No guiding lights, no running lights, no markers what so ever, just the bright light, then gone.   A sleepless night, a busy night, leaving wonder in it's wake.  

Peace and Balance,

John

Global Truth

 

Eye's to the sky, as they say.  Don't miss the incoming.  The question is, "Incoming what?"  According to Dr. Steven Greer and his panel, we might just have a lot more to look at flying over head.  As disclosure begins and the light is being shed on the subjects of UFO's, UAP's, USO's, and other exotic technologies, we might have cousins from other places, spaces, and time visiting on a regular basis.  

History is a strange thing.  It is written by the victors of whatever skirmish has taken place in that geographical area.  It is also manipulated by those same victors.  First we change history to hide the truth from the prying eyes of foreign entities.  Then we change history to hide the truth of events from our own citizens.  The later usually happens when the government gets to the point where there is no one else from outside looking in and starts covering up things from internal sources.  These are usually called conspiracies.  The longer conspiracies live the more teeth they develop and are taken for granted as truth.  Usually they are projected smoke screens to take the attention of the people away from the actual truth, which can be much stranger than the fiction  

Depending upon how important it is for the government to keep these secrets depends on how much security is required to keep them.  This could include some pretty heinous acts projected on the people by the government, up to and including death. 

Eisenhower said that an informed population is required to keep it's government honest and transparent.  Unfortunately this is not how it works out.  If it did we would indeed be the most powerful people on the planet, not the most paranoid.  That is a title we share with both the Russians and the Chinese.  This paranoia fuels and is the catalyst for the many versions of a Cold War we have been undergoing since the late 1940's.  Nuclear weapons, Trade Secrets, Space Race, Computer Technologies, Artificial Intelligence, and now, Aliens in our back yards.  When is the Truth going to be spoken, and when is the killing going to stop?

Dr. Michio Kaku, occasionally talks about the existence of Super Governments on levels outside of our understanding.  That these governments are what we lower level folk would call Demi gods etc.  It turns out that these Governments are instead illegal Black Budget projects that have been thwarting and extorting monies away from our Democratic Republic for generations, and that these Projects are the ones responsible for keeping the secrets that many citizens have died trying to shed light upon, and that this is a world wide pandemic.  There are Illegal Black Budget Projects all over the globe.  

Cover up is a terrible declaration.  It declares that the ones that are supposed to be looking over us and out for our well being and nurture our development as nations have been lying to us to hold onto an agenda all of Their own.  This could be by some, considered the epidemy of Evil.  That would mean we've been living in the Devil's house and it's time to be free.

I remember the promise.  It was bold and wise.  It would give us each a piece of Heaven, be it within, or without.  I remember that muse, and want my Flying Car.

Peace and Balance,

John

  

Disclosure Begins.

 

Five days ago a former Intelligence officer working for the DOD, Department of Defense, David Grusch blew the whistle on the United States Military's withholding the facts about our involvement with and custody of at least 12 alien space craft from other than Human origins.  After leaving his post in April, Mr Grusch blew the whistle.  He claims that the United States has had in it's possession possibly more that 12 retrieved space craft some of which are operational.  His interview can be seen on YouTube so I'm not going to rewrite what the reader can go find themselves.  

There was some speculation that Mr. Grusch was a ploy, a tool being used to spread disinformation.  However, Johnathon Grey, a current Intelligence officer at the National Air and Space Intelligence Center, (NASIC), confirmed the existence of what the Agency calls Exotic Materials.  He further stated that, "The non-human intelligence phenomenon is real, We are not alone."  And that this is a global phenomena. 

It seems that after so many years of coverups and misleading stories and phony news, the truth is about to be presented to us and the rest of the world.  My Question is a simple one, "Should we welcome the new visitors, or should we be running and hiding under our beds?"  It seems the monsters have come home.

Peace and Balance,

John

Who Are The Aliens?

 

We human beings are curious creatures.  If we see things we don't understand we tend to wander over to take a gander at it and poke at it until it either bites us or whimpers and goes away.  Who's to say there aren't other curious critters wandering our multiverse just as willing to poke and prod us until we are the ones who bite or wander off whimpering.  

I remember reading about the events of July 1947 when there was an interesting something that crashed in the desert right outside Roswell NM.  Just like the curious folk we are our, green clad citizens hurried out to the crash site in jeeps and helicopters to poke at it.  What we found was fantastic.  

There was indeed a crashed thing and some wandering around little lost fellows.  The fellow clad in green picked the lost little fellows up and hurried them off to Roswell Airfield then to the future Wright Patterson Air Force Base, which is now the Headquarters of the US Space Command, to poke, prod, question, and further irritated the little lost fellows.  Now think about this for a moment, these little guys came here from somewhere out there in a ship that we had not the tools or understanding to fathom.  Should we be prodding these fellows?  That may have been a large mistake.

When we are children in the summer time we often do foolish things.  Things like taking a magnifying glass and burning ants and other innocent insects that are presumably minding their own business.  We, ourselves may be as far removed from the lost little fellows as we are from the ants we burned in childhood, but in the other direction.  Is it a good idea to poke and prod these guys?  Maybe not.  I occasionally look up to make sure I'm not accidentally standing under a large magnifying lens.  That whole prospect bothers me just a bit.

In recent years much more information has been coming to light about many races of these not so lost little and not so little fellows.  Some of these guys are friends, some aren't.  Pay attention to the news, there rarely goes a day or two without hearing and seeing something more of these guys flying around our space.  Who's poking and prodding whom now?  Just ask the cows. 

Maybe we should reach out a hand and accept things as they are, and hope we aren't the ants.

Peace and Balance,

John

High In The Sky

 

Early Sunday past I woke early and headed out the door for work at our local Walmart.  The sky was a sight to behold.  Appearing as if God had laid brush to canvas and painted in hues of blue and grey.  Dark lines atop lighter drops, the sky dipped and rose appearing as waves upon a pond.  

These clouds coincidentally are called wave clouds because of their appearance.  Beautiful to behold.  When I parked my pony in it's spot I texted two of my personal conspirators who search for the strange and unusual.  My text was simple and read, "Go out and look at the sky."  

Pictures of the sky over Northern New Hampshire has hit the news.  We are breaking weather news an evening after the event.  It is pretty Far Out after all.  The first thing I thought was, "Hey Man, the UFO's are playing in the sky."  That wasn't the case but, hey what can I say?  

The clouds remained for most of the day.  Still being out when I left the place of Wal at my end of the day.  It was still pretty darn Cool.  Being a Science guy I find weather anomalies pretty Groovy.  It made my day.

Apparently this type of phenomena is a low ceiling cloud usually at or below 7000 feet. These clouds flow and react just like a meandering river in the sky.  Clouds are created by water droplets at different stages of development, so the river analogy makes sense.  Fantastic.   

Keep an eye to the sky this summer.  Be prepared to see all sorts of wonderous anomalies and environmental works of art.  Or perhaps other unknown things in the sky.  You never know what may present itself to the willing.

Peace and Balance,

John

  

Vimana

The text below is the product of this author's imagination and inquiry, and has no affiliation with any organization or government what so ever.   

Ancient Hindu text describes craft that fly, travel to the stars, and were used by Krishna, and Vishnu to defeat their enemies during the great war between Good, and Evil.  These flying machines are referenced in virtually every ancient text.  The study of these craft in Hindu lore is called, Vimana Shastra.  

Vimana Shastra is the ancient text that specifically describes the creation and operation of these craft.  One of the descriptions talks about a Mercury vortex drive that would give the vehicle the ability to fly invisibly, defy gravity, and travel at unbelievable speeds to and from different planets.  In the texts, many of which have not been translated to English, there is mention of these craft traveling from one plane of existence to another.  Giving them the power to travel beyond and through our reality.  

Shortly after July 1947, and even earlier, the United States began a huge upsurge in anti-gravitational research.  Some conspiracy theorists believe that during the 30's into the 40's and 50's there where several crashes of "Space" craft in different locations around the globe.  Many in the United States.  The theorists claim that our military collected these craft and began back engineering them eventually creating space craft of our very own, and even using intact ships themselves.  

Nazi Germany had a whole program depicted to the creation and eventual use of an anti-gravity ship to use in their war effort against the Alias during WWII.  They called this craft, "Die Glocke" (the Bell).  It was supposedly the product of the contact that Hitler had with aliens sharing technology.  Fortunately the war was already rolling to an end and the Alias defeated the Nazi's and Hitler committed suicide.  

During this period of time the United States had a classified project called, "Paper Clip", in which we bribed and assimilated the most gifted scientific minds of Germany at that time.  These were the scientists that were working on Die Glocke.  These included Verner Van Braun the scientist that we put in charge of the, "Manhattan Project", where we created the, "Bomb" our greatest mistake. 

Fast forward to today and we witness an uptake in UFO, IFO, UAP, and strange flying phenomena all over the globe.  SRB3, the Black Manta, a triangular shaped black craft that has been seen all over the planet, is an American created flying machine that uses a Mercury vortex drive (Anti-gravity) that was created in conjunction with stolen, found, and technologies from the Hindu text, the Vimanas.  

What our government is not telling us is that we have had Space traveling craft drifting throughout the solar system controlled by American pilots and crew, with shared technologies from many races of aliens that come from many worlds, different star systems, and realities, since possibly the 1940's or 50's.  

The question I have is, "What is the agenda of our Government in collaboration with these aliens?  Who are we, and who are they?"

Peace and Balance,

John 

Declassifying The TR3B

Steven Spielberg made a movie that opened in 1982 called, ET, about a lovable little lost alien child that made friends with some children in a Southern California town waiting for his parents to come and take him home, "ET phone home."

Regardless of what you call them, UFO, UAP, flying saucer, other worldly space ship, whatever, the fact is that we see things flying above our heads that we can not explain or identify is not mistakable.  It is happening.  How we identify these things is what's changing.  

The closer we get to admitting fully that there are beings visiting our planet from some other place, betters our understanding of what we are seeing flying in the skies, under the waters, hidden in remote caves, and traveling from north to south faster than the blink of an eye.  The closer we are to the Alien Presence here on the Earth. 

At this time our government is slowly, painstakingly going through the process of declassifying the TR3B, (Tactical Recognizance Triangle shaped, what the B stands for I don't know...) Space Ship that the United States and it's alias have had in it's arsenal for generations.   The ramifications are unknown, serve it to say we are about to reach the levels of Buck Rogers and the Star Command.  

On June 24th 1947 amateur aviator  Kenneth Arnold spotted 9 unusually shaped objects flying near Mt. Rainer in Washington state.  He claimed the objects flited from side to side and flipped in unison like the tail of a Chinese Kite.  He estimated they were traveling at about 1700 MPH, faster than any known aircraft at that time.  Then almost an exact month after there was the crash of 3 separate craft in fields outside of Roswell New Mexico.  These incidents have since been boiled down into one incident and one craft that has made it into popular UFO culture.  

Shortly after a government funded project looking into the existence of UFO's was opened called, "Project Sign" looking for signs of extraterrestrial existence. This was the first of three project the US. government funded, followed by Blue Book, and finally, The Condon Report.  Then, supposedly, the search for ET went cold.  

Then at the turn of our current century a resurgence in public interest in the UFO phenomena was reignited with the disclosure that US military pilots have been having encounters with unidentified flying things while flying sorties.   With our current ability to record and photograph objects undefinably clear, it is hard to cover up the existence of objects that we have no idea of where they came from.    We are now faced with the questions, "If they aren't ours, who's are they?"  or, "They are ours, why are our governments keeping the truth from us?"  Both questions are ominous. 

As Bob Rich of the National Astronomical and Space Administration, (NASA) recently told a congressional committee overseeing our space interests, "We Now Have the Ability to take ET Home."  

Peace and Balance,

John

Silent Friend

 Quiet is a term used for solitude, pensiveness, peace, and things you say to school children. Quite combined with a sudden calmness, lack of outside influence, and a sudden invisible visitor can be quite the trip.  

This morning I took a short walk in my back yard and went through the short stacks of rocks I've got set up as an outside entry way when everything went very quite.  It felt like I was standing inside a building, there was no movement from the wind and all sounds stopped.  I got to a spot in my yard that has a triangle of natural stones when I felt a tap tap on my left shoulder.  It felt like someone was standing behind me and tapping me on the shoulder.  I turned to look, no one there.  I got the feeling I was being watched and everything returned to normal.  Weird.  

I did a little clean up before the pending storm and went back into the house.  Normally on Friday's a couple of my bestest buds and I get together and partake of Sacred Coffee around a camp fire until the UFO's go home.  It's all good fun. However, we are under a severe storm warning and it seems the weather is making plans for us.  Perhaps one of our evening friends was just saying HI?  One may never know.

I felt a friendly warmth coming from whoever or whatever tapped me on the shoulder.  There was no malice, all was good.  I have a healthy relationship with rocks, stones of all sorts.  I like their energy and the connection with the Earth Mother.  I have a great respect for the energies of the Earth, and all within.  They, she are my family.  

I can't help but wonder if I wasn't tapped on the shoulder by a relative of nature?

Peace and Balance,

John

Lights in the Sky

The night sky is a wonderous sight.  When it's clear and all the lights are presenting themselves, things can be seen that may defy the viewers sight.  

Flying things that are Our flying things are usually easily identified.  Airplanes have blinking lights and make sounds of different types depending upon their  engine structure.  Our craft leave traces of fuels, condensation, and purposely deposited trails behind them.  In general we all know what a plane looks like.  

Then there are those flying things that first look like a distant star that suddenly moves from one point in the sky to another point in the sky.  Or, slowly tracks across the sky, these are usually our satellites, TV, Military, Exploration, whatever.  But, the ones that stop and go, and suddenly change direction.  You'll look up and say, "Hey what's that." As it looks so bright in the sky, then blinks out because you're looking at it.  That's just not playing fair.

Last evening while enjoying our Friday Coffee and staring at the sky, it was noticed a couple faint white lights appearing high in the Eastern sky.  These lights became a cluster of white lights in the sky that seemed to stop, move, stop again and all collect in an area directly up and East of our location.  It was a potential armada of flying things, Cool man!

We don't get to worried about the ramifications of such things, just enjoy the experience and move with the groove so to speak.  

UFO's have been re-designated as UAP's.  They have changed from Unidentified to Unknown or Unusual, depending on how the designation is used in the conversation.  This implies that an agency or agencies doing the investigating knows exactly what they are looking at.  We, know what we are looking at as well.  However, I'm still partial to the UFO designation.  I grew up with that one.  

Peace and Balance,

John

Missing Time

 Occasionally, not as often as It used to happen, but occasionally I suffer from a malady called, "Missing Time."  For instance yesterday Mona and I visited the medical community for what should have been a short 30 minute talk.  We left the house at about 11:20 AM, the appointment was for 11:30.  Only being a couple minutes around the corner from the appropriate office we arrived in plenty of time for the meeting.  The appointment went off without a hitch and we left the place about 30 minutes later and came home.  That would have made it around noon to 12:10.  I got Mona situated and went to the store for a few essentials.  That process was a short one, I don't like the shopping experience my anti social nature tends to prevail and I came home at about 1:30 ish.  We had a short talk, which involves some poking fun at each other and other folks.  She wanted to play in her books and I decided to send a text inviting my two compadres Ray, and Michael over for Weekly holy beans.  Then I suddenly noticed it was 3 o'clock.  We lost about 90 minutes of time.  Poof, gone just like that.  

Missing time has plagued me for most of my life.  I have had spells where entire days have disappeared without a trace.  I discovered early on that trying to find lost time is much like looking for air.  You know it's there, but can't see it.  Unless your in the LA area.  But, that's a whole other universe.  

More than just a few years ago, I had an appointment with a student in my office on Main Street.  I got up early and had some breakfast and decided to take a bath, we didn't have a shower, our apartment was in a house that was a tad over 100 years old and the plumbing was not exactly up to date.  I was soaking and decided to go through a short meditation while in the hot water.  Always a relaxing process.  I came out of my meditation and noticed a message on my answering machine, one of those old types that use tape to record the messages.  At that time that's all that was available.  The message informed me that I had missed my appointment with the student by a little more than four hours.  Shhhhsh.  Missing time.  

Lapses like this one have plagued me since I was a grasshopper.  An explanation may be in a later blog.  When it makes sense to me.  

Peace and Balance,

John