Posted on 03/30/2009 8:50:45 AM PDT by JoeProBono
The nine silver spheres hover above a row of shops, including a Coral bookies, on the internet giant’s new Street View service.
Sun reader Faye Sharpe, 18, discovered them while viewing her neighbourhood of Wolverley Street in Bethnal Green, East London.
Faye said: “I was checking out the road to see if I could spot my mates. I thought it looked very strange and zoomed in.
“I thought it was some planes but they look pretty close together for that. Maybe they are UFOs.”
Yesterday baffled ufologist Nick Pope said he was “very excited” by the image, which he labelled “truly fascinating”.
He added: “It appears to show nine objects flying in near perfect formation. About the only thing I know that can do this is the Red Arrows — and it’s not them.”
Mr Pope, who used to investigate sightings for the Ministry of Defence, said: “I’ve run through the list of possibilities that normally explain these things, but I can’t find an answer.”
Yesterday The Sun visited the street to talk to locals about the mysterious find. Holly Riding, 19, said: “It’s definitely weird.”
Karishma Daswani, 22, added: “The fact that they are flying in formation is very strange.”
Oriele Calvert, 44, said: “This is definitely the strangest thing I’ve ever seen in Bethnal Green.”
Street View, on Google Maps and Google Earth, shows 360-degree views of 25 cities throughout the country.
A New York man experienced a group of UFOs "assembling" over his home - and later describes what could be an "alien abduction" - somewhat resolved with "a sign from God."
He writes that sleep "is now replete with danger and loss of control of consciousness."
With strange events taking place inside his home, he asks for a sign from God - the apperance of a white bird at his window. And his prayer was answered.
Special thanks to our new graphic artist Matthew Whiting, who earlier created some awesome illustrations for "Rural motorcyclist witness to massive triangle UFO." Welcome Matt and thanks for your excellent work.
Following is the original witness testimony. Only minor editing has been done.
It started at 8:00 P.M, Saturday night , December 2nd, after a series of ice storms in New York. The ground ice crunched under my feet, white-blue icy-snow covered the sidewalks, underfoot; overhead, a total, low, thick, overcast ceiling (temperature about 30 degrees, and very little wind.)
I glanced up, coming down my driveway into my backyard pantry door and almost dropped my groceries. UFOs were assembling, overhead, their engines, below, glowing dark red against the blackness. I stared, puzzled ,arms akimbo, stared up at a strange, but not yet disturbing or revealing sight.
Overhead, a clean, crisp hole was cut into the overcast, revealing bright stars amidst the reddish circular craft bottoms; It was as though a cookie-cutter had sliced a clean mile-circular hole, into the cloud cover above.
Everywhere else was thickly overcast, but almost at zenith, was a perfect circle of clearing.
My mind could not accept sudden realization. What looked like a red child's balloon floated into view, a bright red against the stars and outlined blackness. The first red balloon stopped, joined by two more, which floated in and hovered equidistant from the first.
All three, now four and five, now,six and seven, now eight and nine balloons hung red, overhead, stopped, in the center of the cloud 'hole'. As I stared upwards, at neck breaking zenith, puzzled at their no longer drifting motion, three more floated into view, at the rear of the growing formation, a flotilla of closely assembled red balloons!
All hung motionless, overhead , as I slowly, now for the first time, felt a sense of awe grow; my mouth fell open with raw wonder. As one more joined, slowly, from the rear, assembling North to South, overhead, a group of nine or ten escaped red- children's balloons, hovered in the center of a circular blackness with bright stars, cut into a heavy white cloud cover. What could they be? Balloons drift with the wind, I thought, not group, in place, together; they're not migrating, hovering birds; what are they!?
I stared in wonder, awe tingling my forehead, stomach and arms. My mind reached out to them for a long minute, in intensity.
Their color changed from bright red to light lavender purple, all together, all at once. Quickly, flashing away, like minnows in a pond, they peeled off in pairs, from West to East, heading toward Montauk, and were gone in several seconds leaving the hole overhead,still twinkling with stars,but craft empty.
I am convinced that this "sighting" has everything to do with the onset of spiritual and mind experiences of high strangeness.
Did they climb down the ladder of my awe to find me? Or is it that my "sighting' was no 'accident'?
Which one came first, the chicken or the egg? Maybe, it was the farmer that came first. Was that 'circle, in the clouds necessary for their needing visibility, or was it designed, for me needing visibility?
These meddling, harassing, unseen entities may be, in fact, the occupants of those 'crafts' I stared at. I cannot be truly alone; there must be many like me, aware, resistant, troubled, and amazed.
Possible alien abduction?
If nothing else, these 'critters', operating those craft, have renewed wonder, in my life, that long lost sense of AWE and also renewed much faith. I now trust that the unseen does exist for malevolent UFO entities. They've also destroyed the actuality and concept, itself, of getting a "good night's sleep." Sleep is now replete with danger and loss of control of consciousness. Now, my astral body wanders unknowing, while I sleep, among beasities and monsters.
A tapping, delicately, on my back. I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other.
Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature. Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano.
They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person’s spine. Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves.
Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately, fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables, like marionettes playing human harpsichords.
These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret, as yet unbidden DNA sequences, which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee. (After an incident my finger and toe nails had to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.) There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly as well. Inter dimensional leaking occurs; one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself.
Are we being programmed?
What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords? We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.
Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension? Pranks predominate. Objects disappear to return days later in strange places, and there's always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes. On a Tuesday afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house, passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots, each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants, looking tropical in nature and in full bloom.
I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step. Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over. The wide elephant, ear-like leaves and tall orange-red flower tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second. I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization. I would likely need entity removal and aura cleaning and protection, as in addition to this poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: nightly evil nightmares, a sense of pervading anxiety and a confluence of accidents and surgeries.
And all these experiences AFTER my sightings of UFOs and recalling some abductions.
Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best defense. Who, in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with? Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people. Why did things get worse?
In deep despair and confusion, (the plants overturned, overwhelmed me with poltergeist shock that was so sudden and so profound), I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.
Asks for a sign from God
“God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign.”
I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.
The next day, on route to work, following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn, and high over the street of cars, I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead, as if attracted by garbage or a dumpster, although none was in evidence. As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me. It lasted maybe two seconds.
Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it’s significance.
After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull.
I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.
Had I been given that sign the very next morning? I decided to be skeptical but not cynical. What would be a critical test? I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate, not a sign that I asked for. Repeatedly, in my minds-eye, I was haunted with an odd afterimage, a close up of the birds black beadlike eye. Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast, so fixed in my mind?
For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere.
I never saw one bird.
I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing entities.
Maybe you don’t see them because....they are no longer there? I don’t think they were parked.
Streetview isn’t a live image, it is a one time run through of an area with a camera car. Unless Google suddenly did another run through in the past few days, it is pretty apparent that the image The Sun is posting isn’t a Streetview image or it is a manipulated version of it.
I just looked on google maps and found it. Just search
Wolverley Street in Bethnal Green, East London. Click on street view and look around. Pretty neat although could be satelite camera.
That’s really weird. Is that possibly an old link?
I have to say it does look like a smudge until you zoom in and see the reflection.
My link was the one from current Google Street View, and based on the date of this article, if it is a re run through that area, it must be very recent..
It seems more likely this is just a hoax, someone either gave The Sun a faked image or The Sun faked it themselves.
Sry. I guess embed doesn’t work.
They look like the refrigerators that some gal saw on our east coast the other evening when they heard lould “kabooms”.......
Will try to get back to this interesting post later.
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