Posted on 01/17/2009 1:52:28 PM PST by JoeProBono
CHAMA, NM - Several meandering V-shaped UFOs near a mountain slope here turned up on a woman's digital photos. Three photos shot with a 21 megapixel camera caught multiple crafts approaching in the first frame, one craft in frame two moving close to the ground while the others take positions in the sky, and then frame three shows all of the crafts moving out of the area.
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“YOU CHOOSE to disbelieve those extremely credible first hand experiencers, workers, witnesses who were paid good money and high status to work with such things.
You CHOOSE to disbelieve.”
Damn, it is laughable. So, these 400 witnesses have seen it but we have absolutely no pictures, video, or news reports (outside of the National Enquirer) just a bunch of witnesses who we have to believe just because they say so. I love that term “senior military.” It always ads that extra panache to the story. Kind of like “It’s been documented.”
SHOW ME THE PICTURES OR VIDEO!!!!!!!!
It’s not even slightly worth the bother.
Some good pics and videos have been around for years. And in the last year, the number and quality has shot up.
Hasn’t fazed the naysayers even slightly.
Minds are made up.
Until a UFO lands in your lap and castrates you . . .
or shows up on CNN nightly with Presidential commentary, you likely will not believe.
LOVE IT.
SAVING THAT ONE.
“It’s not even slightly worth the bother.
Some good pics and videos have been around for years.”
Would you mind posting one or two? Not the fuzzy ones in the sky, but the one where the “senior military” guys are chatting with the aliens, or something like that. I’ve never seen them except for that Alien autopsy thing on tv a few years ago.
Which word did you not understand?
It appears that We do not have a shared enough dictionary to have a meaningful dialogue.
YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE.
YOU HAVE CHOSEN NOT TO BELIEVE.
YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO BE CASTRATED BY A TYPE II ERROR IN YOUR MAD COMPULSIVE VAIN SELF-RIGHTEOUS CRAZED DOING BACK FLIPS TO AVOID A TYPE I ERROR.
Enjoy the ignorance.
“YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO BE CASTRATED BY A TYPE II ERROR IN YOUR MAD COMPULSIVE VAIN SELF-RIGHTEOUS CRAZED DOING BACK FLIPS TO AVOID A TYPE I ERROR.”
Oh hell, at my age castration is the least of my worries.
There have been some links to worthy videos posted on these recent threads.
I say again . . .
YOU will NOT believe . . .
until . . .
they land in your lap and/or CNN talks about them nightly and you see them routinely in your neighborhood skies.
When “V” type contact is routine . . .
THEN MAYBE
you MIGHT believe, slightly.
. . . around the edges.
MAYBE.
I can well understand that feeling.
“When “V” type contact is routine . . .”
When “V” type contact (whatever that is) is routine of course I will believe it. When I see pigs flying I will believe that, too. Until then a few goofy websites and stories of vast coverups are not the kind of evidence proving aliens are here or that pigs can fly. You, my friend, are infected with serious wishful thinking.
Not at all.
You seem to be lacking quite seriously in
1. never having had a relative nor close friend work around the stuff.
2. never talking to more than half a dozen world renowned experts in the field privately face to face.
3. not reading 10’s of thousands of pages on the topic since 1962.
4. in sufficient objectivity to remotely fair-mindedly assess the probabilities of a TYPE II ERROR in this topic area vs a TYPE I ERROR and therefore choosing rather foolishly to worship wholesale at the feet of trying to avoid a TYPE I ERROR at ALL costs and excuses . . .
5. evidently in a world view and cosmology of sufficient robustness to handle dealing with the most probable realities in this area without frizzing all your circuits . . .
6. evidently in sufficient courage to face the better sources and narratives with even a minimum of fair-minded objectivity and boldness to accept the facts wherever they lead.
7. evidently in sufficient skills to sift through massive amounts of information and discard the chaff while holding on the the more probable facts.
That’s all plenty sad . . . however, the seeming rigidity, narrowness of thinking; etc. seems rather unbecoming someone as bright as you seem to purport to be and give some evidence of being.
“not reading 10’s of thousands of pages on the topic since 1962.”
My mother in law read thousands of pages on palm reading since 1940. I don’t believe that silliness either.
You are equating things that are not remotely equal.
Palm reading has nothing to go for it and serious Scriptures against it.
Thousands of pages of satanic blather and horse biscuits still amounts to nothing useful.
In the UFO field, the material goes from very minus and useless to incredibly useful in terms of assessing what’s going on.
To class it all as useless indicates that the classifier is totally ignorant &/or totally unskilled and incapable of making such an assessment with any functional objectivity and practicality.
THAT’S JUST A FACT.
However, folks like that have lots of company amongst the more ignorant of the naysayers. They all seem to have a similar mentality. Amazing. It’s actually kind of 4th grade in terms of skills, abilities, mentality, attitudes etc. Embarrassing when folks one prefers to respect and care for pontificate out of such ignorance, attitudes and mentalities.
HERE’S an interesting link with some interesting sublinks.
http://www.sonora-sightings.com/Triangle_UFOs.html
and a MIB narrative and video here:
http://www.sonora-sightings.com/MIB_Intimidation_.html
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, yazoo . . .
be the FIRST
to tell us that you don’t believe the
BLACK UNMARKED COPTER in the video here is real:
http://www.sonora-sightings.com/MIB_Intimidation_.html
LOL.
BTW, the daylight sighting of the smallish triangle UFO at this link
http://www.sonora-sightings.com/Triangle_UFOs.html
is in the 2nd video window on that page and labeled:
“First clip”
It looks identical to one Joya and I saw through binoculars at dusk. Ours was a lot further away—higher, mostly—but the binoculars were good quality.
“BLACK UNMARKED COPTER in the video here is real:”
Sorry my response took so long. Took me a while to stop laughing. A guy films a helicopter and assumes it was put up there just to watch him. He’s as crazy as you are.
Excellent example of your closed mindedness.
The person in the open door of the copter was observed over some period of time aiming something at the photographer . . . so the copter and personnel
DID, IN FACT, WATCH THE PHOTOGRAPHER
and quite plausibly was there specifically for that . . .
regardless . . .
IT DID WATCH THE PHOTOGRAPHER and may well have been filming him.
However, closed minds are not interested in facts . . .
yet again . . . obviously.
Much appreciate your confirmation of that fact.
From:
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread428755/pg1
and:
http://www.nicap.org/exeterdir.htm
1:30 A.M. While hitchhiking home in the early hours of September 3, teenager Norman Muscarello was terrorized by a large object with four or five bright red lights that approached from nearby woods and hovered over a field near the road. He went to the Exeter police station, pale and shaken, and reported the incident. Officer Eugene Bertrand drove him back to the field to investigate. About an hour earlier Bertrand had come across a woman parked on Route 101. “She was real upset,” he said, “and told me that a red glowing object had chased hen” When he was called to investigate Muscarello’s report, the earlier incident caused him to pay attention. At first Bertrand and Muscarello saw nothing, but when Bertrand flashed a light around the field, a huge dark object with red flashing lights rose up over the trees, moving back and forth, tilted, and came toward them.
Exeter Patrolmen Eugene Bertrand, Jr. and David Hunt, and Norman Muscarello saw a large silent, dark, elliptical object with a row of 5 bright red lights oriented about 60° to horizontal, move slowly and erratically around houses and trees at 100 ft height to SE [or 60-70 ft height 100 ft away], lighting up the ground and houses in red light, while lights blinked in sequence; falling leaf motion. Farm animals very noisy. Disappeared at 160° magnetic after covering about 135° arc
I felt kind of foolish walking out here on private property after midnight, looking for a flying saucer!”
Bertrand then suggested that we go out to the field so that he could show me where he and Norman had been. We got out of the car and strolled into the field toward a corral.
“We walked out about this far,” he said “I waved my flashlight back and forth, and then Norman shouted——’Look out, here it comes!’ I swung around and could hardly believe what I was seeing. There was this huge, dark object as big as that barn over there with red flashing lights on it. It barely cleared that tree right there, and it was moving back and forth.”
“What did you guys do when you saw that thing?” I asked.
“Well, it seemed to tilt and come right at us. Norman told me later that I was yelling, ‘I’ll shoot it! I’ll shoot it!’ I did automatically drop on one knee and drew my service revolver, but I didn’t shoot. I do remember suddenly thinking that it would be unwise to fire at it, so I yelled to Norman to run for the cruiser, but he just froze in his tracks. I practically had to drag him back!”
“How close was the object to you then?” I asked.
“It seemed to be about one hundred feet up and about one hundred feet away. All I could see at that point was bright red with sort of a halo effect. I thought we’d be burned alive, but it gave off no heat and I didn’t hear any noise. I called Dave Hunt on the radio. He was already on his way out here and arrived in just a few minutes. Whatever it was, it must have really scared the horses in that barn.”
http://www.nicap.org/fowler1.htm
Raymond Fowler report:
The alarm clock jolted me out of a sound sleep. It seemed as if I had just set it! It was mighty tempting to just turn over and go back to sleep. I was dead tired, but my conscience was wide awake and putting in overtime, telling me what a fink I was for not taking the kids to the zoo. But I slipped out of bed, showered, shaved, ate and was soon on Route 95 heading towards Exeter. To tell the truth, I was really wondering whether I shouldn’t have waited until definite appointments had been set up with the witnesses. No one knew I was coming, and I had no assurance whatsoever that I would be able to talk to any one of them. My approach to this case was highly unorthodox. I had made it a personal rule never to send an investigator to the field without first performing a telephone investigation and setting up definite witness interviews in advance. In this case, I had done neither. Here I was, well on the way, and there was no turning back. I headed directly for the police station. “Who knows?” I thought, “perhaps Officers Bertrand and Hunt will be on duty and be willing to talk right now.”
The little town of Exeter at 6:40 A.M., on Saturday morning, September 11, was dead. It was still fairly dark, and neither traffic nor pedestrians were to be seen. I parked in front of the police station, took a deep breath, and strode into the front lobby, trying to look as official as possible. I dropped my NICAP ID card in front of the semiconscious policeman hunched over the front desk. He looked up, startled. Before he had a chance to say anything, I said in the most authoritative tone I could muster, “Good morning, officer, my name is Raymond Fowler. I represent the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena in Washington and have a few questions to ask about a UFO sighting in this area!”
“The National what?” he said.
I then proceeded to tell him about NICAP and our interest in documenting the Exeter case.
“Oh,” said another officer who had been standing unnoticed on the other side of the room. “You’re with that Major Keyhoe’s group.”
I replied in the affirmative and asked if it would be possible to talk with Officers Bertrand and Hunt.
The officer at the desk chuckled. “That’s Hunt right there!”
I turned to look at Hunt, who had just turned a shade of red. “Well,” I said, “can we sit down and talk about it?”
“What’s there to talk about? It’s all in the papers,” he cautiously replied.
I showed him the standard, eight-page Air Force questionnaire and explained that I wanted him to fill it in and sign it. It took a bit of convincing at first, but he finally agreed to do it.
Officer Hunt explained that he had been called to the UFO sighting area to assist Officer Bertrand, who had radioed the station for help. Bertrand had gone to a field earlier with a teenager, Norman Muscarello, to investigate the boy’s story that a UFO had chased him. While walking in the field with Norman, the UFO had suddenly appeared again and made passes at them. “By the time I got there,” Hunt said, “the object was moving off to the tree line, performing fantastic maneuvers. It made right-angle turns and sort of floated down like a failing leaf. Then it took off toward Hampton and chased another guy in a car.” Hunt then gave me directions to Norman Muscarello’s house. He said that if I returned to the station at eight o’clock, he would phone Officer Bertrand and ask him to cooperate with me. I thanked him and headed off to Muscarello’s house.
The house was unlighted when I arrived and knocked on the door. Mrs. Muscarello warily opened the door just a crack and we talked. She would not let me in and seemed very upset about all the phone calls and publicity. She told me that Norman had left the state and would not return until September 14. She related to me that both Air Force and Navy officers had visited to question him. I obtained Norman’s account through her and made arrangements to talk to him personally at a later date. I then returned to the police station, where Hunt called Bertrand arid persuaded him to talk with me. Hunt went off duty and I left for Bertrand’s home, whose address, believe it or not, was Pick- pocket Road!
Officer Bertrand invited me in and proceeded to interrogate me! He explained later that he wanted to assure himself that I wasn’t “some kind of a nut.” He told me that several days after the sighting, a man had driven into his yard in a car that had a sign on it reading “UFO Investigator.”
“Somehow, the guy persuaded me to let him into the house, and he made some real crazy remarks. He really scared my wife. He told her that perhaps ‘they,’ the UFO operators, were after me!”
“Oh, I think I know who that was,” I said. “Was he a real friendly looking fellow with a bald head?”
“Yeh, that’s what he looked like. When he said that to my wife, that was enough for me.! got rid of him real fast! You seem to be serious about this, and I’m willing to tell you exactly what happened but no more. I don’t want to speculate about it. If you’ll drive me down to the field where I saw this thing, I’ll fill out your forms and talk to you about it.”
As we drove to the field, Bertrand told me how he had come upon a woman parked in an automobile on Route 101 about an hour before his own experience.
“I thought she had car trouble, but she was real upset and told me that a red glowing object had chased her! I looked around but didn’t see anything except a bright star, so I sent her home. Then, about an hour later, I got a call from the station telling me to report in at once. A kid had just come into the station all shook up about some object that had chased him.”
“What on earth was a kid doing out that time of night?” I asked.
“He was hitchhiking between Amesbury and Exeter along Route 150. He’d been visiting a girlfriend.” Bertrand continued and related to me how he had gone back to the station, picked up Norman, and brought him back to the field where he had seen the UFO. “I know this kid,” he said. “He’s real tough. It would take a lot to scare him, but something must have really scared him. He could hardly hold his cigarette and was as pale as a sheet! Whoops, slow down. This is the place, right here.”
I turned around and parked at the head of a field that lay between the Clyde Russell and Carl Dining farms. Bertrand continued his story as we sat in my car.
“Norman and I came out here and I parked right about where we are parked right now. We sat looking for several minutes but didn’t see anything unusual. I radioed the station and told them that there was nothing out here. They asked me to take a walk into the field for a quick look before coming back in. I felt kind of foolish walking out here on private property after midnight, looking for a flying saucer!”
Bertrand then suggested that we go out to the field so that he could show me where he and Norman had been. We got out of the car and strolled into the field toward a corral.
“We walked out about this far,” he said “I waved my flashlight back and forth, and then Norman shouted——’Look out, here it comes!’ I swung around and could hardly believe what I was seeing. There was this huge, dark object as big as that barn over there with red flashing lights on it. It barely cleared that tree right there, and it was moving back and forth.”
“What did you guys do when you saw that thing?” I asked.
“Well, it seemed to tilt and come right at us. Norman told me later that I was yelling, ‘I’ll shoot it! I’ll shoot it!’ I did automatically drop on one knee and drew my service revolver, but I didn’t shoot. I do remember suddenly thinking that it would be unwise to fire at it, so I yelled to Norman to run for the cruiser, but he just froze in his tracks. I practically had to drag him back!”
“How close was the object to you then?” I asked.
“It seemed to be about one hundred feet up and about one hundred feet away. All I could see at that point was bright red with sort of a halo effect. I thought we’d be burned alive, but it gave off no heat and I didn’t hear any noise. I called Dave Hunt on the radio. He was already on his way out here and arrived in just a few minutes. Whatever it was, it must have really scared the horses in that barn.”
“Why do you say that? Did you hear them from here?” I asked.
“Yeh, you could hear them neighing and kicking in their stalls. Even the dogs around here started howling. When Dave arrived, the three of us just stood there and watched it. It floated, wobbled, and did things that no plane could do. Then it just darted away over those trees toward Hampton.”
“What did you do then?” I asked.
“Well, we all returned to the station to write up our report. We’d only been back a short while when a call came in from the Hampton telephone operator. She told us that she’d just talked to a man who was calling from a phone booth and was very upset. He said that he was being chased by a flying saucer and that it was still out there! Before she could connect him with us, the connection was broken. We went out looking for him and even went to the hospital to see if he’d been brought in there, but we never found out who he was.”
As Bertrand and I walked back toward my car, I was thinking to myself, “This really happened! He’s reliving a real event!” My heart was literally pounding in empathy as we sat down in the front seat to fill in forms and continue the interview. I sat there entranced, wistfully looking at the field while he penciled in answers on the questionnaire. As he passed me the forms, I remarked to him, “This one will go down in UFO history!”
I spent the rest of the morning interviewing people in the general locale. Some had already been questioned by the Air Force just a week ago. Bertrand had also mentioned these investigators, who had questioned him and Officer Hunt just a day after the sighting. The Air Force team had told them to keep quiet about the incident so that it would not get printed up in the newspapers.
“We told them that it was a bit too late for that,” Bertrand had recounted to me. “A local reporter was in the station that night and had tipped off the Manchester Union Leader. It was really funny. We were all standing there talking about what had happened when someone pointed at the front window. We all jumped! There was this reporter peering through the glass at us with a helmet and tight jacket on! He had motorcycled all the way up from Manchester.”
I laughed, “Thought the spacemen had landed, huh?”
I finally arrived back home just before three o’clock in the afternoon, weary and with an empty stomach. Margaret was worried when I hadn’t shown up for dinner, and I had been too busy to think to call. After gobbling down some warmed-up leftovers, I informed her rather hesitatingly that we’d have to take a rain-check on the afternoon drive because I had to get back to Exeter to take some photographs. I’m afraid at that point, she definitely did not share my enthusiasm! I explained to her that I had discovered a set of power lines that crossed the road about a half mile from the field where the object had been seen. It looked to me as if they might have passed just behind the trees from where the object had first appeared. In any event, I wanted to walk back there and check this aspect of the sighting out, as well as take some photographs of the sighting area. I phoned my brother Richard to assist me, and off I went to Exeter again. I wasn’t usually so callous in putting flying saucers before family, but this was an exceptional case!
We took some photographs and then drove down the road to where the power lines crossed Route 150. Leaving the car, we began hiking along the lines until stopped short by a swamp. Our feet were soaked as we headed back to the car, but it was a worthwhile jaunt. The power lines did pass directly behind the field. When I arrived home bedraggled and wet, Margaret just gave me that “you must be nuts” look and shook her head.
Washington, D.C.-The Pentagon believes that after intensive investigation, it has come up with a natural explanation of the UFO sightings in Exeter, N.H., on September 3. . . . The spokesman said, “We believe what the people saw that night was stars and planets in unusual formations.” (6)
WOW, sounds like the Pentagon is party to abject idiotic cluelessness as well.
Who’d a thunk! /sar
ROTFLOL.
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