The purpose of the UFOOLogy series is not to change anyone’s minds on anything. The purpose is to share something good with those who have intuition which remained functional and are not afraid to use it: you are not alone in this.
I have come to realize that there are 2 types of people in this world:
- researchers
- believers
If you are number 1, feel free to click on the image below and move to “Appendix B UFOs and Area 51 ……………………………………………… 397”:
So far I am seeing lots of comments from believers holding on to their beliefs.
Where are the researchers? If they don’t see this post, where do they hang out?
Which page of the Appendix section is he referring to?
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Believers have seen, so will always believe. Researchers want to believe, so try to meet those who’ve seen, and often ‘steal’ their stories for the kudos of being published. Experiences are true believers who have no choice but to believe the evidence of their own eyes, especially, if like me, you’re always stone cold sober as a lifelong teetotal, and never use drugs, either legal, or illegal, because you’re immune deficiency condition allergic all meds and vaccines. So then we too become researchers, seeking the Von Daniken(s) among us, to compare and maybe one day convince them of our truth, and share what we experience. To this end l bought all of his books as they were published throughout the seventies and onward. However, there comes a time when those who never saw and wish they did, get too far ahead of their important sounding reputation, both inside and publicly, and begin to pall and irritate, because assumptiveness steps in, and they’re called ‘experts’ yet you know that they’ve never seen, and in old age you lose respect for them. I’ve been seeing UFOs, ghosts, and unexplained my whole 78 years of life, why the hell should l explain myself, would be believers must either learn to look,listen, and observe beneath the surfaces of life, or give up trying and live for the day, and not their imaginjngs of the night. Because paranormal, God, ghosts, UFOs, aliens, are 24/7. And those of us affected by them without trying, are not duty bound to share. We try when young and get punished for fibbing. We try as adults and get labelled as insane. We try in mud and later life and we’re ageing with dementia. There comes a day when a sharp fist is attempting response,but l’m a lady, so, l’m once again staying polite. God, ghosts, aliens, UFOs, exist. I know, that will suffice for me. No edit grrrr.
As a person in the research category, with zero belief in alien invasions, I share the following anecdote and thoughts. I live in Santa Clara County in the San Francisco Bay Area, which is prone to earthquakes.
There is also a rocket launch facility in the area. One day, a test launch resulted in a large number of local residents calling the emergency phone lines to find out about the earthquake! An observed phenomenon and its true cause and nature are not always correctly interpreted. There is a similar reaction and misperception when residents see experimental NASA vehicles in flight. They may well be called Unidentified Flying Objects, since they are unknown, but have nothing to do with aliens. The xenophobic fears of the 1950s when residents were building their own bomb shelters against possible Soviet nuclear attack are also part of local history.
Unfortunately I have been a witness to the conditioning process of the past 14 years where an old poll of mine resulted in maybe 15 percent believing we are being visited by aliens. Now it is close to 50 (among Rh negatives). This is not my favorite subject, but at this point I feel obligated to share the other side… the possibility that not only what is seen are military operations, but that Area 51 is completely empty with its only purpose being the seed growing through the minds of those who are confused to begin with.
Liken it to a grumbling appendix, that flares and subsides lifelong. Unless and until it inflames badly, or, ruptures without warning, you’re never really going to know you had one, since ovarian cysts have much the same imprint. I know, because l had both, and eventually, both were removed that side within 48 hours of life threatening surgery. But only after fooling surgeons into believing they were cancer. Since scans did not exist, nor did the appropriate tests to show them what they were. It’s scary being told very suddenly, “you have cancer, we’re 85% certain, and if we don’t operate tomorrow (Christmas Day) you’ll die!” I said “No, you operate on Boxing Day, if it’s my last day on earth, l’m spending it with family.” And to the consternation of my husband, my estranged son was brought into my home so l could be with all five of my children. It wasn’t cancer as you see, that was 1981, but it was underlying causes they hadn’t once considered. That pain was lifelong on and off and constantly worse monthly, since my periods began aged thirteen. It was seriously real, bringing me to my knees frequently, but two different causes, same area. UFO’s are real to those of us who see them, like those double whammy pains were real to me. It’s so easy to sit on the sidelines as a wannabe experiencer, and go either way to suit prevailing winds, pretentiously believing, ‘researching’ becoming a so called ‘expert’, to have your foot inside a chosen door and have your day of kudos. It’s far less easy to see, experience, ghosts, paranormal, UFOs, and without a camera handy, which didn’t happen in my day, before mobile phones and cameras got glued inside our palms, which were costly and bulky in my youth, the ability to maintain proof was not in your daily possession. So people like myself, who see ghosts, paranormal, UFOs and even aliens, became the target of lifelong ridicule. And though we are the experts, it’s others who’ve never seen, but make a name, who become the actual ‘experts’ to the world! Yet like everything in life, they’re filching from me, and people like me, as we are the experiences, and the word expert starts from ‘experience’!
Both you Mike, and Richard come across sincere, so here’s what l say not in defence, l’d die before l’ll defend the gifts and insights my creator gave/gives to me, but, in mature conversation.
Last night again l watched a UFO, now, bright, way too bright to see what it emanates from. It sits just under cloud, a brilliant light that no-one seems to see but me. Positioned above hill and road and buildings built up along a climbing and descending road, affording lots of shadow from the ground. I just happen to be situated on the opposite hilltop. I see up and down into the village. No one passes either way, sky, or road, without me seeing them. Last night at gone eleven, l actually went out to stop a passerby to point it out, then thought ‘crazy-lady syndrome’ you’ll scare him to death, and came back in, just as the guy l saw came past. Such a brilliant bright light. Reminds me of the star of Bethlehem. It sits for hours, no noise, but once, a year or two ago, it had a beam down to the ground, which kept on shining for at least two hours, and no one saw it except me, weirder and weurder..l was running commentarying it on the phone to my brother, and telling him that no police cars came running. He’s retired career soldier, active service, Falklands War, seen UFOs hinself. No helicopter sounds emanating from it, he asked. It disappears for months, then l wondered where it went, and it returned that night, just like that, now that’s what moves it from science fiction into paranormal! l can see it often coming in from the West, it’s slow, but under cloud, often, it stops in the same area of sky, it is above the church and trees, or beside them, or behind and above them both. Even l know stars are fixed, they don’t move left, right and centre, they don’t go under cloud, they don’t go up and down It sits for hours, but plays games, it knows l’m watching, it goes behind the tree top again, then minutes later l look again, it’s reversed back to beside the trees, or, above the trees, or behind the church but above the flag on top. It moves like it’s playing hide and seek, and this is nothing new to me, darn thing hears me speak, inside my mind as well as voice. I’ve had witnesses to this years back, grown men, one of 6’4″ who nearly wet himself l shouted, “Wait!” As one cruised above us, it had suddenly appeared as we chatted whilst l toileted my dog outside on the grass before my bedtime. It was about fifty feet up, cruising over our two story block. “Don’t, no Jeanie, don’t, you’re scaring me, it slowed when you said wait!” And it did, and t speeded up again when he said that, like it felt his fear. And that one was a bright red sphere, not white like the one out here, and it was travelling like it was on a sightseeing trip along a river, but the sky was black. I’ve seen them most places that l’ve lived, and l’ve moved 55 times in my life with two husband’s life choices. All over the country (England) except the south, and nearly four years living in the loM and that’s a very busy UFO highway, and they dive into the sea. I’ve seen them. My family don’t see them, which is weird, they’re all atheists as well. Yet strangers do. And they’re so glad to be believed as well. They’re never their first sightings either. I’ll never join in group watching, l find that sad. l’ll debate sightings all they like, but pretentiousness of expertise l leave to others. I’m as in the dark today, on who and where they’re from, as l was the first three UFOs l saw in 1949. But, my psychic gifts are never wrong, and they warn me not to dabble, they say they’re bad news, not here for our benefit, but, for their own. So, l watch, l film, l’m even buying myself a monocular tomorrow, that will attach to this phone, and let me take photos closer up, darn them, l will see behind that brilliant white light it’s hiding behind. And see what they look like before l die! I know that little person at my door in 2016 was an alien, l can’t explain, but yellow eyes aren’t human. l know, my psychic side is never wrong, it surprises me at times. I’m not afraid because l know God’s in charge. That would take too long to share, and faith is way too personal. Each must find their own way to God, and steer the unexplained. The first step is to stop being afraid, and don’t believe other people’s truth, find and believe your own. Not even mine, even though l say that through gritted teeth, you must find your own path on the paranormal highway. And UFOs are as paranormal as ghosts. Word of advice, truth is not inside text books, or ‘expert’ opinion, there are no experts in paranormal, and God, ghosts, UFOs, are all.paranormal… it’s inside you, and inside the ones that show themselves to you. Just be careful what you wish for. Once you open up the Pandora’s box if paranormal trickery, you’re not in control. Only faith protects you. There’s only one being to call! The Creator is the boss!
Addendum: l got my monocular today, it arrived two hours ago by post. It’s neat, strong, high quality, waterproof, shockproof, and literally everything else-proof. Though it’s safe enough with me, l bought expensive Binnie’s for my ex in 1977, he just forgot to take them when he left;-) So, at 25/50 this one lens beats my ancient large 10×50 binoculars. And they showed craters on the moon. So, let the games begin. At least l’ll die looking up, not down!