Posted on 02/21/2009 1:34:04 PM PST by JoeProBono
According to news sources, the Siberian sighting of an unidentified flying object the size of a Boeing 747 on February 15 about 6pm was marked by many witnesses and photos snapped from mobile phones . Observers noted that whatever it was, the entity in the sky had an odd blurriness about it and was gray-black in color. The craft was of a triangular shape with smoothed-over edges, and was completely dark and silent. “Nothing on earth,” were the words used to describe it by Ms. Anna Kotchetkova, one shaken witness. The mysterious craft appeared to be flying between 500 and 1,000 meters (about 1,750 feet) above ground level and moving at an estimated 7 meters (about 25 feet) per second.
THIS ROCKEFELLER DOC IS A GOOD SUMMARY AS WELL:
http://www.newswithviews.com/Cuddy/dennis143.htm
I gather you don’t believe
Kissenger when he declares that OThuga is the one to carry us into the NEW WORLD ORDER and global government?
I gather you don’t believe
Z Breszenski either?
Are you SURE you’re a conservative?
Aren’t you a little young to be burying your head in the sand so tenaciously?
I am so sorry.
You are nuts. Because something is written does not make it true.
You have moved away from scientific truth.
You believe this crap as an article of faith, and faith is the antithesis of reason.
You should be better off without the tinfoil cap.
And yes I did read the quotes
LOL!!!
Kissinger is not a conservative and probably never was.
Z Breszenski is definitely not a conservative. But then you probably think Carter was conservative too.
Yes, I am far more conservative than you will ever be.
My head is not in the sand and I’m not as young as you think.
Very.
All they do is manufacture toilet paper, shop for toilet paper, design toilet paper, compose songs and poems about toilet paper, and advertise toilet paper.
Actually, the conspiracy is that everything conspiritorial is NOT a conspiracy, and everything mundane IS.
Maybe they’re here to pick up Alec Baldwin...
Oh no, not you too! LOL
So, you're saying the Detroit Lions are a conspiracy? It would explain a lot.
ABBREVIATED PING LIST PING—FOR THE NARRATIVE STORY IN THE BOTTOM PART OF THIS POST—BELOW THE DARK HORIZONTAL LINES IF YOU WISH TO SCROLL THERE. Very interesting tale. Who knows how much truth there may be or not be, in it.
The ‘ET’ fallen angel/watcher/nephilium tale strikes me as
either
wholesale disinformation
and/or
more lies, half lies and distortions from hell and hell’s associates.
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techworker:
Good. I’m glad you read the quotes.
The quotes are valid to me because I was responsible for arranging primary and other source materials documenting such schemes from 1965-1969 in my job as acting Director of the University Library Special Collections Dept. We were one of 2 universities in the whole country that collected everything from extreme left to extreme right.
I would guesstimate that 80-85% of the plans I read in the house organs of the Oligarchy in those years have already been fulfilled to mostly fufilled.
I realize you have not had my exposure to the depth and breadth and quality of such materials from the Oligarchy’s movers and shakers.
However, I would expect that someone holding themselves out as CONSERVATIVE on FREEREPUBLIC.COM
would BELIEVE FAR LESS of the MSM’s constructions on reality than you seem to.
Your wholesale addiction to the fairly certainty of a TYPE II ERROR befalling you as you lean over doing back flips to avoid a TYPE I ERROR is troubling. I hate to see it yet again. However, it’s your choice.
BTW, I’m beginning to think you know surprisingly little of
“SCIENTIFIC”
OR
“TRUTH.”
No. I don’t believe such things based on faith.
I have collected puzzle pieces in this field since roughly 1962. That’s a LOT of puzzle pieces.
Along the way, I found out about my relative’s job.
And, I’ve been blessed to meet face to face with Japan’s foremost expert on the topic as well as Stanton Friedman and a host of other famous experts on the topic.
That’s in addition to 10’s of thousands of pages read and prayerfully pondered.
BTW, as a PhD in Clinical Psychology, I’ll take your concern for my sanity under advisement. LOL.
Along a different but related line . . .
The following is from
http://www.earthfiles.com/news.php?ID=528&category=Real%20X-Files
It is from the Subscriber side of things for those who subscribe to
EARTHFILES.COM
This is some excerpts from the first part followed by some from the 2nd part.
Lind Moulton Howe has no firm idea about whether this is fiction, Oligarchic disinformation, fact as reported or what. It is an interesting tale . . .
“It is there. You will see it when it is made visible. Come now!” The creature floated backward until the long arm holding Brandon was fully extended. The second creature’s red eyes glowed in the dark.
“O.K., I guess I have to believe you.” Suddenly Brandon felt helpless, like a sheep being led to slaughter. Till now it had been a myth, an unknown, waiting to be discovered, but now it was real. There was no turning back. He got out of the jeep and the creatures led him across the brush-scattered meadow. He felt light-headed and disoriented. There was no breeze, no sound, just the labored hissing sound emitted by his captors as they breathed. Only his boots made a crunching sound as he stepped on dry brush. The Meues floated effortlessly and quietly.
“We must wait for a time.”
Electrical charges filled the air. Brandon’s skin prickled and itched. He could feel lanugo hairs grow erect on his skin and push against his clothing. Then a high-pitched, harmonic whirring reached the upper limits of his hearing. He looked for the source. The sound throbbed louder and thicker until he thought it would shatter his eardrums.
“Damn, what’s going on?”
His captors were not bothered by the piercing hum. One of them extended his arm and pointed to an area fifty feet in front of them. “Watch!”
“What?” Brandon could not see anything at first. Then he spotted a small ball of brilliant blue light, the size of a golf ball. It grew from the center, like a stone dropped in the center of a calm pond. Within seconds, the light had gone through all the colors of the spectrum while growing. With each color change, the harmonic blaring changed pitch.
Brandon’s eyes widened in astonishment. The color change stopped with a white-orange glow. The whining sound became pleasantly low, almost a chord-like tone. Jerry took his hands away from his ears and stared at the giant ship. “How did you do that? This thing must weigh thousands of tons.”
“It was here all the time. Now it’s in your dimension of existence. You may come aboard.” The Meue’s head turned a hundred and eighty degrees on its long rubbery neck. “Please come.” The Meue walked ahead and waited outside the cone of blue light. He beckoned for Brandon to step through.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Follow me.” The Meue walked into the cylinder, then motioned for Brandon. Within the cylinder, the beings’ skin took on a pale transparent-blue coloration.
Brandon strained his eyes, thinking he could see through the creature. After a short hesitation, he crossed into the cylinder. A mild electrical shock hit him when a stream of blue crackling electrons were drawn to his large silver-and-turquoise belt buckle. They began to ascend. The ground slipped away from his weathered brown boots.
Brandon’s obsession to meet the mutilators was not a reality. He had sometimes thought of the consequences in passing, but the scientific inquisitiveness of his mind had put aside all intuitive instincts for survival.
“You will not be harmed; you are not here for sampling.”
Brandon’s head turned to face the emotionless being who had spoken. “You understand everything, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
The upward motion stopped. They stepped from the transporter beam onto a smooth seamless floor. Everything was exactly as the Crowleys (abductees) had told him. Leaving the sterilization room, Brandon was escorted along a cold, blood-red corridor. At the end, a robed Meue appeared from the thick red mist and greeted him.
“You are welcome aboard our laboratory.” The Meue’s head nodded slowly up and down. “ I would shake your hand, as I believe is your custom, but I doubt you would enjoy it.” He held up his plastic-like hands. “You may put your clothes on; they have been screened for particulate and microscopic pathogens.” He pressed a button that exposed a compartment in the smooth wall.
“How did you know my name?” Brandon asked as he put on his clothes.
“We have known about y our interest in us for some time. Your scientific powers of reasoning and deduction are rather good. I must tell you, though, that you are here only because I am interested in meeting you. No one on earth could communicate with us if we did not wish it. come with me and we will talk.”
The Meue walked several feet down the hall and turned through an open light-lock door. Jerry followed. The room was filled with the same dark-red misty fog. Three small molded chairs stood around a low rectangular table.
“Please be seated,” said the Meue, easing himself into one of the chairs. The chair material molded around his body comfortably, like putty.
“Who are you? Where are you from?” Brandon asked, after patiently following the Meue’s orders. He no longer feared for his safety. He had to learn many things before his fate was decided.
Continued in - The Cattle Mutilators, Chapter 18, Part Two.
http://www.earthfiles.com/news.php?ID=529&category=Real+X-Files
The Cattle Mutilators, Chapter 18 Excerpt, Part Two
© 1980 by John J. Dalton (pseudonym)
Manor Books, Inc., New York, New York
(out of business since 1988.)
The creature’s eyes blinked slowly, his grotesque face wrinkled in thought, pondering a comprehensive answer. The diaphragm mouth began to oscillate, emitting the bone-chilling sounds of an idiot; then came the mental communication: “We are the Meues. We occupy all space.”
“No, I mean which planet or solar system are you from?” Brandon asked.
“Everywhere.” The being held up his long index finger in a manner that urged Brandon to listen. “You see, earthlings, or humans, as you refer to yourselves, live only in the time and dimension that your limited knowledge affords you. You are so preoccupied with finding life in your own galaxy that you overlook the obvious.”
“Are you saying you are from here, earth?” Brandon asked, not understanding.
“Everywhere in the universe or any void in between. We are from a different dimension, a different plane of existence. We have no boundaries or limits, as you have. We are an anti-log of everything you see visually. We can travel in any dimension and occupy the same area as say, earth, but not the same time or space without being observed. The possibilities of existence are infinite.” The Meue clasped his hands, his forefingers twisting around one another.
“In other words, we could both be in the same spot and neither of us would be aware of the other?” Brandon said.
“That’s correct. Now you are within our dimension. Since you have boarded, we’ve moved back into our dimension. Neither the lab or yourself is any longer visible to humans, but we are still here.”
. . .
“You humans use rats and dogs in many of your lab experiments, don’t you?”
Brandon said, “Yes, generally. Sometimes other animals.”
“Let’s assume you put five rats in a small area to observe their interaction over a period of time. Then they began fighting, overproducing, killing. The greater the population increased, the worse the savagery until there exists constant disharmony and death. Would you let the experiment go on or end it?”
“I would have to terminate it at some point. But ...”
“Exactly.” The Meue’s neck straightened. “It is our responsibility to terminate the experiment when we feel earth has reached the final point. That point seems to be very near.”
. . .
http://www.earthfiles.com/news.php?ID=530&category=Real+X-Files
The Meue stared coldly, “It is our responsibility. Can you measure this emotion syndrome scientifically?”
“Well, not exactly, not in a way that would satisfy science, but it is as important to our existence as pure logic is to yours.”
“How can you believe the colony earth will stabilize because of this emotion, when you can’t even measure the parameter? You are a very complex and sometimes paradoxical man, Dr. Brandon. Our sight sphere has followed you many times and we have seen this emotion change your logical mind. It is very hard for us to predict if you will follow your emotion or logic.”
“What’s a sight sphere?”
“A sphere of particles we send out which allows us to view you while we remain here. It takes a vast amount of power to keep us in your dimension, so whenever possible we use the sphere to locate our target, then guide the target to us.”
“But I came here because I wanted to,” Brandon said.
The Meue countered, “You are here because I willed you. I had to meet and talk with you. I had to know why you became so involved in the test humans. I also know about the chemicals you’ve been taking to block our memory dissipater, but there are other ways. In three of your weeks, you will remember everything, but it won’t matter. We will be gone and of course no one would ever believe you.”
“No.” Brandon shook his head, smiling. “You’re right there. I find it hard to believe myself.” He suddenly shifted the conversation, feeling his interview was drawing to a close. “Who are the men in black and what do they have to do with all this?”
“The men in black were our first attempt at genetic transfer. Have you seen them?” the Meue asked.
. . .
“But why?” Brandon asked, surprised. “What threat could we possibly be to you? You could wipe us out in the blink of an eye.”
“But we are a laboratory for testing. We have no weapons. Under certain conditions, this vehicle is extremely vulnerable to your primitive weaponry. When the anti-plane is reversed to enable us to make contact with things in your plane, we are susceptible to the same laws that govern everything in your plane. There are also times when, under certain atmospheric conditions and certain speeds, the positive electrons collect on the outer shell and the ship begins to glow. Many humans have seen us traveling under these conditions. In order to shed these electrons, we must charge the ship with positive force. This makes us visible until the electrons fall away. Sometimes this might take several minutes, during which time we can be seen visually on radar. So you see, we have very critical times. We have passed into your dimension over three hundred times to collect cattle specimens and have been seen many times. If everyone who saw us talked about it, we could no longer pass through. It would be too dangerous and we couldn’t finish our work here.”
. . .
http://www.earthfiles.com/news.php?ID=534&category=Real+X-Files
“They are synthesized in a laboratory, not born. You must be born to have entity or soul, as you call it.”
“Then they’re just flesh-and-blood robots.”
“No, we have no control over them other than to receive their assessment of earth’s condition from their sleeping thoughts. They are truly human with a Meue nervous system and no soul or entity.”
“You can’t sit there and tell me the fate of the entire earth is going to depend on those bastardized things out there,” Brandon said, angrily waving his hand at the tanks containing the albinos. “That’s crazy as hell.”
“There is no other way. Earth has reached a critical turning point in its evolution. It’s become an overcrowded, ravenous pack of rats, like the hypothetical case we talked about. Living within the populace, the nine Meuemen will logically be able to assess when the experiment should be terminated.”
“Why send those things?” Brandon yelled. “It’s your experiment; you watch it.”
“We have since the beginning, but this emotion thing has brought the earth to a state that changes almost daily. At the beginning of the experiment, we returned every one or two hundred years to check on it. But now with all your nuclear stupidity, the earth is on the brink of disaster almost daily. We no longer have the hope, or the time, to waste on the colony earth. But we do have the logical responsibility to terminate the suffering of the test humans when it becomes intolerable.”
“I still don’t see the purpose of having those things out there, then. You still have to communicate.” Brandon felt panicky and helpless.
“A pure evaluation and assessment as perceived through the logical Meue mind from controlling positions in your society. We will not have to visit or linger around earth, waiting. Thoughts have no barriers and can be pulled through time, space and dimensions in an instant. We can be anywhere in the universe or within any plane or dimension and know what’s taking place here.”
“What if we don’t want your logical responsibility for the experiment. What if we just want to be left alone to work it out for ourselves.” Brandon felt hate coupled with fear building inside him.
“You have no choice. We are the monitors of this experiment, as you are in your lab. We will compile and assess the information logically. When the time comes, I will make the decision and it will be done faster than you could ever imagine.”
Brandon stared at the grotesque Meue hatefully. He thought of the words in the Bible, “in the twinkling of an eye.” Could this be the God that everyone prays to for help, who created the heavens and earth? He was sickened and filled with despair. The Meue was right; no one would ever believe him, even if he did live through this and remember. The Meue knew nothing of emotion, just pure, unadulterated logic. He faced the Meue defiantly. “You’re wrong, absolutely wrong.”
The Meue’s neck swept down again until the rubbery face was inches away. “I’m not wrong; everything I’ve told you is logical.”
“That’s the point. I told you the hope for earth was founded in emotion and in caring for the people. Emotion is a variable you know nothing about. Never having felt it, how can you logically leave it out in the determination of the destiny of earth? It’s a variable you can’t comprehend.”
The Meue’s head lolled, his eyes closed slowly, then opened. Brandon’s reasoning had touched the inner workings of the Meue’s mind. Then he spoke, “It is true we know nothing of the emotion variable, but the universe is built on sound logic, abstract mathematics. Earth is the only planet that has emotion, and it is the only one where the inhabitants are nearing complete annihilation.”
“Yes, emotion sometimes brings on critical situations, but it also resolves. It’s a variable of action-reaction. Those things won’t be any good for assessing the condition of Earth.” Brandon waved his hand at the tanked creatures. “They will never understand emotion. And not having lived among the inhabitants, they will not have acquired it. How can they honestly assess people whose actions are governed by emotion as much as by logic? Just leave us alone. We don’t need those bastards spying on us. I have a lot of hope for the earth and its people.”
The Meue remained silent for a long period of time, watching Brandon glare at him. “You have much of this emotion yourself. We’ve also seen it in many of the test humans we’ve encountered. Maybe this driving force can save the colony earth. Only time will tell. But the Meuemen still must be planted among your race. We cannot rely on this strange phenomenon that we don’t understand to prevent disaster. After all that you’ve told me, we are still responsible for what we’ve begun,” the Meue replied logically and coldly.
. . .
The ending is more than a little incredible . . .
Quite a story.
I think it is mostly an essentially fiction story. Designed to manipulate . . . most likely.
Who ever said Kissenger and Brezinski were conservative?
I certainly did not.
I felt Kissenger was a traitor during Nixon’s reign.
I’ve been fiercely conservative all my life of 62 years.
I was even a very conservative teenager.
And you?
What convinces you so irrationally emphatically that you are more conservative than I?
I am encouraged that at least you consider yourself conservative.
Unfounded assumptions are poor excuses alongside facts.
Always conservative.
What facts?
I have no interest in trying to prove the facts to you.
I persistently try and let naysayers swim on their own as much as I can manage.
In terms of the global Oligarchy/world government stuff . . . those facts are coming out of the wood work increasingly all over the place.
Only blind and deaf folks or libtards disbelieve those facts at this point . . . or the grossly uninformed and unthinking.
Neat. It’s bread.
You are terribly worried about the coming of the NWO. OK I get that.
I believe that you are a victim of Alinsky’s 1st rule of Power Tactics.
You are convinced that the NWO crowd are far more powerful than they really are.
Also played were recordings of an astronaut reporting a UFO and then NASA switched to a secure radio frequency, end of conversation!
But I guess that for some, Airline pilots and NASA astronauts are not credible witnesses..?
Worried? I hope not.
I am concerned about folks who are still asleep about such things.
God has it all in hand.
In terms of more powerful—God even uses satan as His tool to display His Glory to all Creation. Satan is far more miniscule than God’s opposite.
THE BIBLE is the one that declares what they will do. I believe The Bile more than their stuff. However, when they say things consistent with the Bible about what they are going to do, I’d be a fool to disbelieve those things.
Alinsky was also a clueless stooge of satan. Sadly, OThuga took lessons from him.
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