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Military now says planes flying in area of UFO reports (Stephenville "UFO")
Houston Chronicle ^

Posted on 01/24/2008 8:40:09 AM PST by mnehring

FORT WORTH — So much for aliens in Texas dairy country.

At least that's what the military said today, reporting that 10 F-16 fighter jets were training in the Stephenville area the night dozens of residents reported seeing a UFO.

Although Air Force Reserve officials at the Joint Reserve Base Naval Air Station in Fort Worth initially said none of their planes were in the area Jan. 8, they said today that they had made a mistake and wanted to set the record straight "in the interest of public awareness."

Some residents aren't buying it, though, saying the military's revelation actually bolsters their claims because several reported seeing at least two fighter jets chasing an object.

"This supports our story that there was UFO activity in that area," said Kenneth Cherry, the Texas director of the Mutual UFO Network, which took more than 50 reports from locals at a meeting last weekend. "I find it curious that it took them two weeks to 'fess up. I think they're feeling the heat from the publicity."

From well-respected business owners to a county constable, several dozen people swear that what they saw was larger, quieter, faster and lower to the ground than an airplane. They also said the object's lights changed configuration, unlike those of a plane.

"I guarantee that what we saw was not a civilian aircraft," Steve Allen, a pilot and freight company owner, said today.

Allen said that the planes' training area in the Brownwood Military Operating Area that includes Stephenville's Erath County does not include the airspace where he saw the object. Also, Jan. 8 was not the only day sightings were reported.

Anne Frazor, who owns a fabric store in Stephenville, about 70 miles southwest of Fort Worth, said many in town have seen military aircraft zoom overhead from time to time as part of training operations. But she said that is different than what she saw Jan. 8.

"I couldn't begin to say what it was, but to me it wasn't planes," Frazor said.

Since the reported sightings two weeks ago, the 17,000-resident town has had some fun with the international publicity. Some high-schoolers made T-shirts that read "Stephenville: the new Roswell" on the front and "They're here for the milk!" on the back. A picture features flying saucer beaming up a cow.

This week Tarleton State University is even hosting a lecture by a UFO researcher on the U.S. government's secret response to UFOs, based on previously classified documents obtained under the Freedom of Information Act.

The U.S. Air Force says it has not investigated UFO sightings since 1969 when it ended Project Blue Book, which examined more than 12,600 reported UFO sightings — including 700 that were never explained. That program started a few months after the 1947 crash near Roswell, N.M., which the government said it was a top-secret weather balloon but others involved later said was an alien spacecraft.

"What we want is the government to admit there are UFOs and what they know about them," Cherry said.


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To: DCPatriot

Thanks.

Not sure about your not expressing things . . . but lots of people are wary for lots of reasons—real and imagined.

Much appreciate your bother.

Check your FREEPMAIL, please


421 posted on 04/12/2008 11:30:19 AM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: All; ALASKA; ActionNewsBill; airborne; albertp; Alex Murphy; andysandmikesmom; Angelas; ...

62 African children visited at school yard.

Left with feeling something is going to happen.

Left with msg about technology harming the earth.

Harvard psychiatrist Dr Mack interviewed them.

BTW, at YOUTUBE—title: luy = lie. 62 children did NOT lie!

YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5PQleH2Hz8


422 posted on 04/13/2008 9:07:08 AM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

Wolverines!

Since the school yard landing happened back in ‘94, I wonder if the kids, now adults, have been interviewed recently.


423 posted on 04/13/2008 9:30:33 AM PDT by mtbopfuyn (The fence is "absolutely not the answer" - Gov. Rick Perry (R, TX))
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To: mtbopfuyn

Haven’t heard of any adult interviews.

Here’s some additional links to portions of the program:

part 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd1eo4YWxfQ

S01E25 Destination Earth 2 of 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYUE8TzUs8M&feature=related

S01E25 Destination Earth 3 of 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjiFwaei-Cw&feature=related

S01E25 Destination Earth 4 of 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O42Mivskq5g&feature=related

S01E25 Destination Earth 5 of 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5QBlK-JL_k&feature=related


424 posted on 04/13/2008 10:08:37 AM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

Yeah, I googled the story and found there were several articles.


425 posted on 04/13/2008 10:11:44 AM PDT by mtbopfuyn (The fence is "absolutely not the answer" - Gov. Rick Perry (R, TX))
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To: mtbopfuyn

Please post them here.

if they are interesting.


426 posted on 04/13/2008 10:13:21 AM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

It’s just the google links

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=africa+school+children+ufo


427 posted on 04/13/2008 10:28:05 AM PDT by mtbopfuyn (The fence is "absolutely not the answer" - Gov. Rick Perry (R, TX))
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To: Quix; All; mtbopfuyn

THANKS MUCH, mtbopfuyn;

here’s some more links

Additional YOUTUBE UFO video listings:

WEIRD TRAVELS TRAVEL CHANNEL: PT 1:

‘1 IN 7 Americans have seen or know someone who’s seen such phenomena’

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqFv9nDdkEA

PT 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewY56Pz1gHw&feature=related

PT 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVgkUq75Sng&feature=related

PT 4 INCL MEXICAN FLYING HUMANOID VIDEOS & NARATIVE; PHX LIGHTS: INCL MD KITEI’S REPORT OF HER SIGHTING; INCL HER PHOTO FOOTAGE THAT SHE HAD TESTED BY A LAB;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1Hy6qcRZkU&feature=related

PT 5 INCL HISTORICAL RECORD, PETROGLYPHS ETC

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU7Q4xzQiuo&feature=related

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USO PT 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8dXwRZkT58&feature=related

USO PT 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxDoPTj2NWM&feature=related

USO PT 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlTmc_TSi84&feature=related

USO SHAG HARBOR NOVA SCOTIA PT 4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPF4muGGEn8&feature=related

USO SHAG HARBOR NOVA SCOTIA PT 5

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y4Cp-4c77o&feature=related

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428 posted on 04/13/2008 10:50:22 AM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

INTERVIEW WITH JOHN CARPENTER ABDUCTIONS & MISSING TIME

[low technical quality in terms of set and background noises but interesting info]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2d_pfBWcZQ&feature=related

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LARGE UFO over Salt Lake City daylight interesting video to a degree. no narration. From the rear, looks like a large silver blimp/derigible. Seems to fly like one, too. At end, trees are in the frame. Otherwise, against a blue sky.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbED8TZeOaA&feature=related

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429 posted on 04/13/2008 1:18:55 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix; All

My relative who used to see UFO’s frequently in his job in Nev adjacent to their base . . . and who rode out to the Aztec crash site on horseback a few days afterwards and found all manner of heavy truck tracks . . .

Just got back in touch with me by phone and email and sent me the following links . . . which I have not really checked out yet. But they look interesting so here they are:

http://www.all-natural.com/dulce-11.html,

http://www.kimballcollege.com/index.php,

http://www.kimballcollege.com/index.php

http://www.ancientamerican.com/ http://www.johntitor.com/

http://www.drlenhorowitz.com/ http://www.drjohnlerma.com/

http://www.stevequayle.com/ http://www.endgamethemovie.com/

http://www.infowars.com/ http://www.ancientx.com/

http://www.wexclub.com/pages/contact.html

http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/


430 posted on 04/13/2008 5:00:09 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix; All

Evening’s gleanings via ATS

. . .

FLORIDE HAZARDS

http://www.ecomall.com/greenshopping/fluoride.htm

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National Security Presidential Directive51= no elections

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlB966zQIZ4

ATS THREAD:

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread348458/pg1

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MASS SIGHTING IN SPAIN 1968

ATS THREAD:

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread348039/pg1

[EXCERPT BELOW. MORE AT THE THREAD LINK—INCLUDING VARIOUS DOCS AND PICS]

Mass Sighting Over Spain In1968

In the past four decades or more we have been witness to many reports of UFO’s and in these recent times specifically the anomalous Triangles that seem to be everywhere and whose description and maneuverability in almost all cases match in their capabilities . In this report you will find many situations which are similar to occurances in current times even the scepticis
and government shananigans.

Thursday September, 5, 1968 in the afternoon Madrid underwent an important Trafic Jam. This was the first time in Spains history that an unknown flying object provokes a total collapse of traffic. In that afternoon thousans of Spaniards [Madrilenos] stopped and stepped out of their vehicles to the ground to contenplate an object in pyramid form with “three lights”[sounds familiar?]. the spectacle made a strong call to the attention of citizens journalistand and scientist, to the point that the spanish Air Force had to scramble from Torrejon Air Base an F-104 jet. The misterious pyramid object remained in the skies of Spain for the span of 65 minutes. Sufficient time so it could be observed with binoculars, telescopesof all kinds and of course photography. By the end of that time the floating pyramid disapeared behind a cloud at thirty thousand kilometers in altitude.
Alerted to the presence of the ufo the Spanish Air Force scrambled an F-104 that went in direction towards the object. When the jet reached 50 thousand feet [some 15,000 kilometers] , the pilot communicated that the object was much higher and that he had to return to base because he was running out of fiuel.The pilots report was confirmed by another plane which was flying at 36 thousand feet. According to sources the radar from Military Air Command managed to observe that the object moved very slow and at an altitude of thirty kilometers. The object was also viewed from an astronomical observertory from Madrid. There a journalist gave faith that the ufo emited a blinding light. The shape— affirmed from the observertory was triangular. At first sight it seemed solid on one of it’s faces although it resulted translucent on other sides.

Proximate zones near Madrid as in the case of the meteorlogical base in Cuenca — the object was also observed with clarity and for the space of various hours.

At the roots of these observations other witness have declared seeing strange flying objects over Spain. For example — the important case of the pharmacist in the local of Duenas to the north of Madrid, which after two days after the graet “ Pyramid” incident was followed by an ovoid formed object.
The ufo wave over Spain was so intense that in that same fall, the office of the Air Ministry of Spain made public a note which solicited that all citizens who would be witness to any of these objects ,should communicate to the corresponding air sector [authorities]. That official note was going to be the first indirect acknowledgement by the authorities in Spaniard Avionics of ufo’s.Another Pyramid Over Spain

In one of those official files precisely dated June,3, 1967, the Air Defense was explaining the intent of an interception of another UFO in “Pyramid” form by saber F-86 fighter jet.

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TALK TO SHEEPLE, ALL YOU GET IS BLEATS

ATS THREAD:

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread346357/pg1

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WILLIAM SHATNER SAYS INFO ON MARS SOON:

http://trekmovie.com/2008/04/09/shatner-claims-to-know-about-life-on-mars/

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DATS ALL; GETTING VERY SLEEPY


431 posted on 04/15/2008 9:39:00 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

LOL.....oh, was just having fun with the phraseology. By the way, I enjoy your posts.


432 posted on 04/16/2008 4:29:12 AM PDT by RightOnline
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To: RightOnline; All

Thanks for your kind words.

Here’s some interesting stuff from

HTTP://WWW.ALIENRESISTANCE.ORG

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AlienResistance.org

RESISTANCE is FERTILE

.

What do you mean with the phrase, “Every Knee Shall Bow?”

(from sign in your photo)

Interestingly, the strongest hints in the Bible of the possibility of extra-terrestrial entities are found in the first and last books - Genesis and Revelation. Genesis 2:1 says, “Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them.” After the “war in heaven” described in Revelation Chapter 12, the 12th verse reads “Therefore rejoice, ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the inhabitors of the earth…” Clearly a distinction is made that there are those that live on the earth, and those that do not.

Checking the original languages, heavens refers to both the seeming metaphysical “abode of God” (Strong’s 3774 Greek) and “the realm above the clouds, where celestial bodies revolve” (8064 Hebrew). The honest Bible scholar will admit that these references could refer either to angelic beings, or perhaps even to beings inhabiting other planets. It is clear from the scriptures however that only Adam was made in God’s image, created to exercise dominion on this planet (Gen 1:26-28). No other living being(s) have authority to speak for God or rule on earth. After The Fall however, the Bible teaches that “Adam begat a son in his image (fallen), in his own likeness…” (Gen 5:3). Now we are born into this world separated from God, without His authority or dominion.

Enter the God-man. Referred to in scripture as “the last Adam,” God became flesh and dwelt among us. “He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not” (John 1:10). The creator of the universe walked on the earth in the form of the man, Jesus Christ – “Who is the image of the invisible God... For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth… all things were created by him … and having made peace through the blood of his cross to reconcile all things to himself, whether they be things on earth or things in heaven…” (Colossians 1:15-20).

The astounding claim of the Bible is both that there are beings that do not live or exist on earth, and that Jesus Christ is credited with their creation. Jesus’ death and resurrection offers redemption from the curse of Adam, as the sin that separated humanity from God was atoned for at the cross. Now each of us has a choice to make - whether to be reconciled to God by faith in this redemption. The Bible teaches that all intelligent life – whether on earth or the outermost heavenly realms – will one day confess that Jesus Christ is the true Lord of ALL creation.

“God has given him a name which is above every name – that

at the name of Jesus

every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord…” Philippians 2:9-11.

Modern channelers and contactees sometimes report that Jesus is actually with or directing the aliens they speak to, but it is not Jesus of the Bible they are speaking of, or even authentic aliens they are usually found to be speaking to. Put them to the tests described in 1 John 4:1 and 1 Cor 12:3 - they will flee or become extremely irritated with you! We are told in the Bible to have communications only with “spirits” that will confess the fleshly incarnation of God in Jesus Christ. Good angels - or even extra-terrestrials that know and serve God - will confess that God came to Earth in the flesh, as Jesus of Nazareth.

But according to all modern accounts, the so-called “aliens” being reported today teach doctrines that are in 180 degree opposition to the Bible - just as false gods and fallen angels always have. Would intelligent beings travel the cosmos solely to discredit one religion? The angelic understanding of Genesis 6 (and texts from almost all ancient cultures), combined with the fact that abductions are stopped in Jesus’ name (below) places a new burden on the ufologist to PROVE that these are authentic beings from other worlds, rather than fallen angels.

The “extra-terrestrial hypothesis” simply does not hold up to scrutiny. There may yet be life on other planets, but what we are currently experiencing ain’t it folks. In our search for the truth of what’s out there, know that wherever one is from (Earth, or the Pleadian star system), it’s not a matter of IF one chooses to confess Jesus as Lord and bow before him, only WHEN. So choose your allegiances carefully, as many seek to lead us away from the destiny of the born-again, to inherit their destiny: “Then shall he say to them, Depart from me into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels” (Matt 25:41). Every knee of every creature in all creation shall bow before Jesus one day, and every tongue confess that He is the Lord of All. Our purpose is to exalt Him, offering you that choice today.

“To all who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God...” John 1:12

What is meant by the phrase “Resistance is Fertile?”

These entities are the violent angelic enemies of mankind, whom the church is instructed to wage warfare against - just as Israel was to destroy the hybrid races.

ex: David & Goliath

However, the church is authorized to war only “in the Spirit,” ie, by prayer, fasting, and proclamation of God’s Word. Today, “... our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.”
Ephesians 6:12

This is what Alien Resistance does – offer freedom. Despite the reputation “greys” and others may have, they are not unstoppable.

“Submit yourselves therefore to God; resist the devil, and he will flee…”
James 4:7.

MANY case histories are listed on our website of people terminating abductions by using the authority of Jesus Christ. This serves to help prove the hypothesis that the “alien” phenomenon is merely a deceptive guise, interpreted over history in many forms
(such as medieval fairies, sirens of the sea, and the hybrid man-gods of world mythology). Deception is involved, but the beings are real, and dangerous to all humanity - seeking worship, sacrifice, and some even claiming to be our creators, according to most UFO cults. However, these deceptions are being openly challenged, and the numbers of people being set free from the lie grows daily. People are finding freedom in Christ. Resistance is Fertile!

For detailed information, visit www.alienresistance.org
Select CE-4 Research Group detailing Joe Jordan’s (MUFON) research of abductions stopped in Jesus’ name,

Guy Malone’s online book and personal testimony,

Come Sail Away: UFO Phenomenon & The Bible
or Pastor Chris Ward’s extensive guide on How To Stop Abductions


433 posted on 04/17/2008 8:45:06 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

BTTT


434 posted on 04/17/2008 9:09:30 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: RightOnline; All; Alamo-Girl; airborne; American in Israel; AnimalLover; auggy; backhoe; ...

Here’s a dream/vision I hadn’t read before from 1937:

A question for the skeptics . . . How would one explain to one’s self his accurate description of the dress of our era including men with earrings?

This ATS thread discusses the dream:

http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread348545/pg1

Which obviously didn’t happen on 17 April. I don’t know where that date came from . . . unless it’s tied to the volcanoes.

END TIMES, DREAMS, VISIONS, PING LIST PING . . . Please let me know if you want on or off the list:

From a Joe Brandt age 17 recovering from brain surgery/accident in FRESNO in 1937:

http://www.angelfire.com/ne/newviews/jbvision.html

Vision of California Earthquake

This vision was written by Joe Brandt, age 17, while recovering from a brain concussion in a Fresno, California hospital in 1937.

Previously published in “California Superquake 1975-1977?” written by Paul James

Again published in “When the Comet Runs” by Tom Kay, 1997

I woke up in the hospital room with a terrific headache—as if the whole world was revolving inside my brain. I remember, vaguely, the fall from my horse—Blackie. As I lay there, pictures began to form in my mind—pictures that stood sill. I seemed to be in another world. Whether it was the future, or it was some ancient land, I could not say. Then slowly, like the silver screen of the “talkies”, but with color and smell and sound, I seemed to find myself in Los Angeles—but I swear it was much bigger, and buses and odd-shaped cars crowded the city streets.

I thought about Hollywood Boulevard, and I found myself there. Whether this is true, I do not know, but there were a lot of guys my age with beards and wearing, some of them, earrings. All the girls, some of them keen-o, wore real short skirts...and they slouched along—moving like a dance. Yet they seemed familiar. I wondered if I could talk to them, and I said, “Hello,” but they didn’t see or hear me. I decided I would look as funny to them as they looked to me. I guess it is something you have to learn. I couldn’t do it.

I noticed there was a quietness about the air, a kind of stillness. Something else was missing, something that should be there. At first, I couldn’t figure it out, I didn’t know what it was—then I did. There were no birds. I listened. I walked two blocks north of the Boulevard—all houses—no birds. I wondered what had happened to them. Had they gone away? Again, I could hear the stillness. Then I knew something was going to happen.

I wondered what year it was. It certainly was not 1937. I saw a newspaper on the corner with a picture of the President. It surely wasn’t Mr. Roosevelt. He was bigger, heavier, big ears. If it wasn’t 1937, I wondered what year it was. . My eyes weren’t working right. Someone was coming—someone in 1937—it was that darned, fat nurse ready to take my temperature. I woke up. Crazy dream.

[The next day]. Gosh, my headache is worse. It is a wonder I didn’t get killed on that horse. I’ve had another crazy dream, back in Hollywood. Those people. Why do they dress like that, I wonder? Funny glow about them. It is a shine around their heads—something shining. I remember it now. I found myself back on the Boulevard. I was waiting for something to happen and I was going to be there. I looked up at the clock down by that big theater. It was ten minutes to four. Something big was going to happen.

I wondered if I went into a movie (since nobody could see me) if I’d like it. Some cardboard blond was draped over the marquee with her leg six feet long. I started to go in, but it wasn’t inside. I was waiting for something to happen outside. I walked down the street. In the concrete they have names of stars. I just recognized a few of them. The other names I had never heard. I was getting bored, I wanted to get back to the hospital in Fresno, and I wanted to stay there on the Boulevard, even if nobody could see me. Those crazy kids. Why are they dressed like that? Maybe it is some big Halloween doings, but it don’t seem like Halloween. More like early spring. There was that sound again, that lack of sound. Stillness, stillness, stillness. The quiet is getting bigger and bigger. I know it is going to happen. Something is going to happen. It is happening now! It sure did. She woke me up, grinning and smiling, that fat one again.

“It’s time for your milk, kiddo,” she says. Gosh, old women of thirty acting like the cat’s pajamas. Next time maybe she’ll bring hot chocolate.

Where have I been? Where haven’t I been? I’ve been to the ends of the earth and back. I’ve been to the end of the world—there isn’t anything left. Not even Fresno, even though I’m lying here right this minute. If only my eyes would get a little clearer so I can write all this down. Nobody will believe me, anyway. I’m going back to that last moment on the Boulevard. Some sweet kid went past, dragging little boys (twins, I guess) by each hand. Her skirt was up—well, pretty high—and she had a tired look. I thought for a minute I could ask her about the birds, what had happened to them, and then I remembered she hadn’t seen me. Her hair was all frowzy, way out all over her head. A lot of them looked like that, but she looked so tired and like she was sorry about something. I guess she was sorry before it happened—because it surely did happen. There was a funny smell. I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t like it. A smell like sulphur, sulfuric acid, a smell like death. For a minute I thought I was back in chem [chemistry].

When I looked around for the girl, she was gone. I wanted to find her for some reason. It was as if I knew something was going to happen and I could stay with her, help her. She was gone, and I walked half a block, then I saw the clock again. My eyes seemed glued to that clock. I couldn’t move. I just waited. It was five minutes to four on a sunny afternoon. I thought I would stand there looking at that clock forever waiting for something to come. Then, when it came, it was nothing. It was just nothing. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the earthquake we had two years ago. The ground shook, just an instant. People looked at each other, surprised. Then they laughed. I laughed, too. So this was what I had been waiting for. This funny little shake. It meant nothing.

I was relieved and I was disappointed. What had I been waiting for? I started back up the Boulevard, moving my legs like those kids. How do they do it? I never found out. I felt as if the ground wasn’t solid under me. I knew I was dreaming, and yet I wasn’t dreaming. There was that smell again, coming up from the ocean. I was getting to the 5 and 10 store and I saw the look on the kids’ faces. Two of them were right in front of me, coming my way.

“Let’s get out of this place. Let’s go back East.” He seemed scared. It wasn’t as if the sidewalks were trembling—but you couldn’t seem to see them. Not with your eyes you couldn’t. An old lady had a dog, a little white dog, and she stopped and looked scared, and grabbed him in her arms and said: “Let’s go home, Frou, Frou. Mama is going to take you home.” That poor lady, hanging on to her dog.

I got scared. Real scared. I remembered the girl. She was way down the block, probably. I ran and ran, and the ground kept trembling. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t see it. But I knew it was trembling. Everybody looked scared. They looked terrible. One young lady just sat down on the sidewalk all doubled up. She kept saying, “earthquake, its the earthquake,” over and over. But I couldn’t see that anything was different.

Then, when it came, how it came. Like nothing in God’s world. Like nothing. It was like the scream of a siren, long and low, or the scream of a woman I heard having a baby when I was a kid. It was awful. It was as if something—some monster—was pushing up the sidewalks. You felt it long before you saw it, as if the sidewalks wouldn’t hold you anymore. I looked out at the cars. They were honking, but not scared. They just kept moving. They didn’t seem to know yet that anything was happening. Then, that white car, that baby half-sized one came sprawling from the inside lane right against the curb. The girl who was driving just sat there. She sat there with her eyes staring, as if she couldn’t move, but I could hear her. She made funny noises.

I watched her, thinking of the other girl. I said that it was a dream and I would wakeup. But I didn’t wake up. The shaking had started again, but this time different. It was a nice shaking, like a cradle being rocked for a minute, and then I saw the middle of the Boulevard seem to be breaking in two. The concrete looked as if it were being pushed straight up by some giant shovel. It was breaking in two. That is why the girl’s car went out of control. And then a loud sound again, like I’ve never heard before—then hundreds of sounds—all kinds of sounds; children, and women, and those crazy guys with earrings. They were all moving, some of them above the sidewalk. I can’t describe it. They were lifted up..

And the waters kept oozing—oozing. The cries. God, it was awful. I woke up. I never want to have that dream again.

It came again. Like the first time which was a preview and all I could remember was that it was the end of the world. I was right back there—all that crying. Right in the middle of it. My eardrums felt as if they were going to burst. Noise everywhere. People falling down, some of them hurt badly. Pieces of buildings, chips, flying in the air. One hit me hard on the side of the face, but I didn’t seem to feel it. I wanted to wake up, to get away from this place. It had been fun in the beginning, the first dream, when I kind of knew I was going to dream the end of the world or something. This was terrible. There were older people in cars. Most of the kids were on the street. But those old guys were yelling bloody murder, as if anybody could help them. Nobody could help anybody. It was then I felt myself lifted up. Maybe I had died. I don’t know. But I was over the city. It was tilting toward the ocean—like a picnic table.

The buildings were holding, better than you could believe. They were holding. They were holding. They were holding.

The people saw they were holding and they tried to cling to them or get inside. It was fantastic. Like a building had a will of its own. Everything else breaking around them, and they were holding, holding. I was up over them—looking down. I started to root for them. “Hold that line,” I said. “Hold that line. Hold that line. Hold that line.” I wanted to cheer, to shout, to scream. If the buildings held, those buildings on the Boulevard, maybe the girl—the girl with the two kids—maybe she could get inside. It looked that way for a long time, maybe three minutes, and three minutes was like forever. You knew they were going to hold, even if the waters kept coming up. Only they didn’t.

I’ve never imagined what it would be like for a building to die. A building dies just like a person. It gives way, some of the bigger ones did just that. They began to crumble, like an old man with palsy, who couldn’t take it anymore. They crumbled right down to nothing. And the little ones screamed like mad—over and above the roar of the people. They were mad about dying. But buildings die.

I couldn’t look anymore at the people. I kept wanting to get higher. Then I seemed to be out of it all, but I could see. I seemed to be up on Big Bear near San Bernardino, but the funny thing was that I could see everywhere. I knew what was happening.

The earth seemed to start to tremble again. I could feel it even though I was high up. This time it lasted maybe twelve seconds, and it was gentle. You couldn’t believe anything so gentle could cause so much damage. But then I saw the streets of Los Angeles—and everything between the San Bernardino mountains and Los Angeles. It was still tilting towards the ocean, houses, everything that was left. I could see the big lanes—dozens of big lanes still loaded with cars sliding the same way. Now the ocean was coming in, moving like a huge snake across the land. I wondered how long it was, and I could see the clock, even though I wasn’t there on the Boulevard. It was 4:29. It had been half an hour. I was glad I couldn’t hear the crying anymore. But I could see everything. I could see everything.

Then, like looking at a huge map of the world, I could see what was happening on the land and with the people. San Francisco was feeling it, but she was not in any way like Hollywood or Los Angeles. It was moving just like that earthquake movie with Jeanette McDonald and Gable. I could see all those mountains coming together...I knew it was going to happen to San Francisco—it was going to turn over—it would turn upside down. It went quickly, because of the twisting, I guess. It seemed much faster than Hollywood, but then I wasn’t exactly there. I was a long way off. I was a long, long way off. I shut my eyes for a long time—I guess ten minutes—and when I opened them I saw Grand Canyon.

When I looked at Grand Canyon, that great big gap was closing in, and Boulder Dam was being pushed, from underneath. And then, Nevada, and on up to Reno. Way down south, way down. Baja, California. Mexico too. It looked like some volcano down there was erupting, along with everything else. I saw the map of South America, especially Columbia. Another volcano—eruption—shaking violently. I seemed to be seeing a movie of three months before—before the Hollywood earthquake. Venezuela seemed to be having some kind of volcanic activity. Away off in the distance, I could see Japan, on a fault, too. It was so far off—not easy to see because I was still on Big Bear Mountain, but it started to go into the sea. I couldn’t hear screaming, but I could see the surprised look on their faces. They looked so surprised. Japanese girls are made well, supple, easy, muscles that move well. Pretty, too. But they were all like dolls. It was so far away I could hardly see it. In a minute or two it seemed over. Everybody was gone. There was nobody left.

I didn’t know time now. I couldn’t see a clock. I tried to see the island of Hawaii. I could see huge tidal waves beating against it. The people on the streets were getting wet, and they were scared. But I didn’t see anybody go into the sea.

I seemed way around the globe. More flooding. Is the world going to be drenched? Constantinople. Black Sea rising. Suez Canal, for some reason seemed to be drying up. Sicily—she doesn’t hold. I could see a map. Mt Etna. Mt. Etna is shaking. A lot of area seemed to go, but it seemed to be earlier or later. I wasn’t sure of time, now.

England—huge floods—but no tidal waves. Water, water everywhere, but no one was going into the sea. People were frightened and crying. Some places they fell to the streets on their knees and started to pray for the world. I didn’t know the English were emotional. Ireland, Scotland—all kinds of churches were crowded—it seemed night and day. People were carrying candles and everybody was crying for California, Nevada, parts of Colorado—maybe even all of it, even Utah. Everybody was crying—most of them didn’t even know anybody in California, Nevada, Utah, but they were crying as if they were blood kin. Like one family. Like it happened to them.

New York was coming into view—she was still there, nothing had happened, yet water level was way up. Here, things were different. People were running in the streets yelling—”end of the world.” Kids ran into restaurants and ate everything in sight. I saw a shoe store with all the shoes gone in about five minutes. 5th Avenue—everybody running. Some radio blasting—bigger—a loud speaker—that in a few minutes, power might be shut off. They must control themselves. Five girls were running like mad toward the Y.M.C.A., that place on Lexington or somewhere. But nothing was happening in New York. I saw an old lady with garbage cans filling them with water. Everybody seemed scared to death. Some people looked dazed. The streets seemed filled with loud speakers. It wasn’t daylight. It was night.

I saw, like the next day, and everything was topsy turvey. Loud speakers again about fuel tanks broken in areas—shortage of oil. People seemed to be looting markets.

I saw a lot of places that seemed safe, and people were not so scared. Especially the rural areas. Here everything was almost as if nothing had happened. People seemed headed to these places, some on foot, some in cars that still had fuel. I heard—or somehow I knew—that somewhere in the Atlantic land had come up. A lot of land. I was getting awfully tired. I wanted to wake up. I wanted to go back to the girl—to know where she was—and those two kids. I found myself back in Hollywood—and it was still 4:29. I wasn’t up on Big Bear at all, I was perched over Hollywood. I was just there. It seemed perfectly natural in my dream.

I could hear now. I could hear, someplace, a radio station blasting out—telling people not to panic. They were dying in the streets. There were picture stations with movies—some right in Hollywood—these were carrying on with all the shaking. One fellow in the picture station was a little short guy who should have been scared to death. But he wasn’t. He kept shouting and reading instructions. Something about helicopters or planes would go over—some kind of planes—but I knew they couldn’t. Things were happening in the atmosphere. The waves were rushing up now. Waves. Such waves. Nightmare waves.

Then, I saw again. Boulder Dam, going down—pushing together, pushing together breaking apart—no, Grand Canyon was pushing together, and Boulder Dam was breaking apart. It was still daylight. All these radio stations went off at the same time—Boulder Dam had broken.

I wondered how everybody would know about it—people back East. That was when I saw the “ham radio operators.” I saw them in the darndest places, as if I were right there with them. Like the little guy with glasses, they kept sounding the alarm. One kept saying: “This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to high places. Get to the mountains. All states west—this is California. We are going into the...we are going into the...” I thought he was going to say “sea,” but I could see him. He was inland, but the waters had come in. His hand was still clinging to the table, he was trying to get up, so that once again he could say: “This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea.”

I seemed to hear this, over and over, for what seemed hours—just those words—they kept it up until the last minute—all of them calling out, “Get to the mountains—this is California. We are going into the sea.”

I woke up. It didn’t seem as if I had been dreaming. I have never been so tired. For a minute or two, I thought it had happened. I wondered about two things. I hadn’t seen what happened to Fresno and I hadn’t found out what happened to that girl.

I’ve been thinking about it all morning. I’m going home tomorrow. It was just a dream. It was nothing more. Nobody in the future on Hollywood Boulevard is going to be wearing earrings—and those beards. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. That girl was so real to me—that girl with those kids. It won’t ever happen—but if it did, how could I tell her (maybe she isn’t even born yet) to move away from California when she has her twins—and she can’t be on the Boulevard that day. She was so gosh-darned real.

The other thing—those ham operators—hanging on like that—over and over—saying the same thing:

“This is California. We are going into the sea. This is California. We are going into the sea. Get to the mountains. Get to the hilltops. California, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona, Utah. This is California. We are going into the sea.”

I guess I’ll hear that for days.


435 posted on 04/18/2008 12:28:46 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

Here’s a YOUTUBE link to one of the SO. Am volcanoes erupting.

Interesting and dramatic view.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOIcxC59VCU&feature=related


436 posted on 04/18/2008 12:31:16 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

Additional puzzle piece bits:

eprinted from: Living Water, Vol 1X, Number 2, April-May-June Issue 1969.

The man who wrote this was a personal friend of the publisher at the time. The article is given as he wrote it in 1937, in boyish handwriting. He had fallen from a horse at age 17 and for days he had a concussion. During this period of time a continuing dream came night after night.

= = =

Another link to the above dreams . . . but with some analysis.

http://www.futurerevealed.com/christian/modern/1937-california-quake.htm

The following link seems to be a kind of summarizing bit of various conjectures about such things with related links:

http://www.angelfire.com/ne/newviews/index.html


437 posted on 04/18/2008 12:38:38 PM PDT by Quix (GOD ALONE IS GOD; WORTHY; PAID THE PRICE; IS COMING AGAIN; KNOWS ALL; IS LOVING; IS ALTOGETHER GOOD)
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To: Quix

Thanks for the ping!


438 posted on 04/18/2008 8:38:01 PM PDT by Alamo-Girl
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To: Quix

Wow. Just. Wow.

Marking post #35.

Thanks Quix.


439 posted on 04/18/2008 10:25:32 PM PDT by Joya (Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior, have mercy on me, a sinner!)
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To: Quix

Wow. Just. Wow.

Marking post #435.

Thanks Quix.


440 posted on 04/18/2008 10:26:24 PM PDT by Joya (Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior, have mercy on me, a sinner!)
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