Please open the Contact Pictures blog link on right > Picture 1: The first picture shows me at the age of two in 1959. I looked up and saw a Grey leaning over me with an emerald green motion x-ray screen showing my vital organs (you could see the image from below and above on the screen). Then I left my body to see myself being scanned from the corner of the table because I was startled. This is when my sister and her friends saw the UFO at the end of Swan Street at Briscoe Junior High School in Beverly Massachusetts. That same year, I climbed up onto a towering organ bench and played Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.
Lengthy & Detailed Age 5 1963 Contact Event Revealing Mentoring, and ET Cities in Space and Beneath the Sea
At age five, an even more profound experience took place. It was September 1963, two months before JFK’s unfortunate demise. I was standing in my yard at Beverly MA staring at my red and green jungle gym, contemplating whether to brave a climb. Looking up above it, a "V" shaped craft (Pictures 2 & 3a) of brilliant metal like a mirror with white running lights and slender orange lit domes on the upper and outer sides just sat there in the sky without making a sound. Then along a wide flaring ghostly white beam came two grays who escorted me up into the craft. Immediately upon entering the control room which had long slender curves and archways of mirror-like metal, black screens, and tiny blue and white lights, I noticed a strange dark gray metal square in the center with a bright metal flexible tubular frame around the bottom of it. Though the room was lit with great ambiance, there was no trace of light reflecting from the square whatsoever--not even a satin sheen (Picture 3b).
I was placed on a shiny metal table in a main control room only for a few moments and then released again--it was for rapid acceleration into space. Next I was shown 3D lifelike images which hung in space in front of the curved wall of the dome. The first image was of a nuclear explosion--horrifying to say the least. The next image was of multiple lightening strikes--possibly another man-made no-no weapon. Next I was taken down the length of the V on the right side and came to the visual and a sonic cloakers. The sonic cloaker resembled a bowling pin with three metal rings around it. The visual cloaker or photon frequency modulator resembled a pyramidical emerald crystal with a solid dark metal base beneath it. Then I was returned to the control room and taken to a slender arching gate which was over to the right. And I passed through an ultra thin arch way, felt a zap in my finger tips and toes and was over in the other disc. Here, I witnessed the approach to a gigantic stealthed city in space (Picture 3c).
The stars were obscured more and more as a black circle got bigger and bigger. Then a small white light appeared in the center. It was actually a large docking bay. The ship was guided in on a blue laser type beam. Apparently only the left dome of the V shaped craft docked. The rest of the ship stayed behind somewhere. I saw a huge docking bay with discs to the center, white molded honeycomb shaped shipping crates and passageways to the right and open operations levels off to the left (Picture 3d). Notably, the levels were clear of equipment as if most of it had been offloaded to earth. The laser guided docking system sat to right center between the huge cargo crates (each about four times the size of a van) and the passageways which were ramps you could float above while being whisked along. There was a small security robot standing about 21⁄2 ft. tall upon entering a curving hall. I wanted to stay and play but was told we had to move along in a kind but matter of fact tone. At the end of a long curving corridor were self illuminated white rectangular boxes lying horizontally lining the hall right up to the door which opened into the last main security area before entering the city. I was frightened as my thought was that people might be in those boxes. I was told not to worry (Picture 3e)--they might be awaiting burial in space. Through the hatchway/doorway, the room seemed huge maybe 1⁄4 mi. in diameter and 300 ft. high. Out toward the right, toward the center was an antenna array perhaps 280 ft. tall. Directly across from the hatchway at a distance of about 150 ft. was a free standing rectangular cubical with a door to enter in and a door leading into the main central mall of the city. It had 6’ sections of windows running its length. There were about 25 humanoid types like in a reception area of an airport waiting to greet the various visitors and perhaps disembark on various missions on Earth. I think this group was here to see me. I will never forget the feeling of entering the main mall of the city. Hundreds, maybe thousands of humanoids and Greys were walking along to and fro, some in large groups, some in small. The architecture was breathtaking with slender curves and archways of bright metal and gem like accents, lights and windows everywhere. I couldn’t see to the top so I asked telepathically about the dimensions of this mall. The answer was, 275 ft across x 60 stories high x 2 miles long. At that instant I was told I was being taken to someone I "will really want to meet." I was already becoming very excited. Fear and uncertainty were not a factor. The feeling was like that of going to a friend and mentor whom you go way back with--and the relationship had always been beyond excellent. It was most similar to the feeling I had when the point contact ship sat behind me at Manchester MA in 1976 years later while watching the waves with Phil and Bruce. The ramp and office to him was conveniently near the rear city port of entrance. He showed me a paper thin screen bearing a simplified omega symbol in the upper left corner (looking at the screen, you could also look out his window into the mall. I had entered below to the left (Picture 3f). With kinetic energy from a finger tip, you could scroll images on the screen. There were symbols fast flying by. The friend/mentor said, "You know all these." But I became concerned I would not be able to remember them all. Immediately, he knew I was being mistreated back home. He then led me around a corridor in back of the office cubicles and down a succession of ramps to the belly of the city. As I descended the lower ramps down toward a large opening, time seemed to slow and I was in absolute awe. There seemed to be a gigantic pool on the bottom. The same flexible tubular frame seen aboard the first disc surrounded this pool only it was many times larger. But instead of the reflection-less metal plate in the center, there was moving water--waves! Upon reaching the floor, we passed though a beaming gate to small discs positioned near the pool (Picture 3g).
Suddenly I was just above the ocean and then plunged into it. My immediate impression was that the whole city had dropped out of high orbit and plunged into the ocean. But then I realized we had passed through space folding in one of the small four seater discs. We traveled undersea for about six miles. I was in awe of the deep blue and underwater rifts appearing beneath the craft. At each passing rift, we were submerging deeper and deeper. Then, at 400 fathoms, I could see the entrance to a city beneath the sea (Picture 3h). Sea life was artistically highlighted all along a rounded entrance tunnel which then opened up into a series of domes within a large outer dome. Walking now outside of the craft in the underwater city, I noticed the deep emerald green light patterns from the water reflecting on the dark shiny floor. We started toward what looked like a giant manta ship (Picture 3i) and I blacked out--too much stimulus for the little child I was then at age five. I awoke just above my house and could see it in a screen from about 200 ft. above it as I was about to be put back in the yard. I had left at about 8:30 in the morning and returned at about 4:30 in the afternoon. My mother thought I had been out playing in the yard the whole time.
In all these years, I had thought that I went out to play but the day ended very quickly. And I had simply fallen on a piece of barbed wire which pierced my right thumb so I wailed for my mother. When I was put back in the yard, I had fallen on the piece of barbed wire all right (which was crushed down between the edge of my backyard and an adjoining field), but I was already crying loudly because I did not want to return. And when I fell to the ground in a gesture of defeat, I landed my own thumb on the protruding piece of wire. Joe heard me cry and almost began to cry himself. Then I cried out in pain. At this, Joe brought me out of it. During the age of five, I began to know my way around astrophysics and celestial mechanics. END OF THE AGE 5 EVENT.
Picture 4: "1968 Cousin Gail," a simultaneous family sighting. My cousin, Gail Wilkins, was a nurse at the time and was driving home late in the evening through Wenham MA. She saw a gigantic cylindrical object while driving along Linebrook Road.
Age 10 1968 Contact Event Revealing Spiritual, Genetic & Emotional Connection, Various Technology and Preparation for Mission
In my regression with Joe Nyman in 1997, it was uncovered that I was actually taken aboard a ship which had been launched from that same cylindrical mother ship a few miles from it in Danvers Massachusetts "1968 age 10" (Picture 5). Male and female Greys were kind and gentle to me. The male reflected tenderness by placing his hand on mine while the female was helping me to remember about our mutual love for waterfalls(?). I was shown a simple test tube with yellow and red blood cells; genetics/incubation technology; self-sustaining deep voyage artificial environment production technology; and microscopic liquid chips. Then they escorted me though a curved corridor running between the inner drum shaped central control room and the outer edge of the disc. Just 15 feet or so around the curved corridor to the left was a room on the right which was very dark without room or control lights. There was "homeworld head" there who examined me closely and then reflected approval to the male and female Greys about the project which in this case was me. I noticed, as my eyes adjusted to the dark, bumps all over his head. At first I thought it was a disease but then I saw they were laid out in a perfect pattern. Then I saw a hair-thin line on his forehead. He was wearing a skin tight cap which perfectly matched the gray of his skin bearing sensors. Upon telepathic inquiry, it was revealed they were for [wireless] multitask fleet communications.
Picture 6: The 1972 silent white glowing globular objects: I was playing street hockey with a friend on a stretch of tar between stores along Enon Street in N Beverly MA--Ray Fowler lived a few miles up the street. A net was set up against the south building which was a grocery store. I happened to look up and there were 4 white globes just above the very low cloud cover of about 200 ft. that day. They formed a rectangle with the greater length running north to south and the 4 globes moved as one heading South. The globes are estimated to be about 35 feet in diameter (about the size of a plum held at arms length). There was no engines noise whatsoever. And this was an extremely low pass exhibit. My fellow hockey mate, Mike Flynn also saw the aerial display as I immediately prompted him to look up. We maintained visual for about 12 seconds. In 1976, the same sized globes return--in that instance, there are three.
ETs Spell Out My Importance to the Governments
Three Globular Craft On September 26, 1976 at exactly 10:08 pm EST, a globular object emitting red-orange light— the point vehicle—the first visually acquired of three—was sitting geometrically/equidistantly at perfect center amidst the four stars of the pan of the The Big Dipper (Picture 7); and the pan was sitting notably flat just above the northern horizon. The pan sitting flat or parallel to the horizon occurs within a two minute window thus making it easy to note exact time using astronomical software. I sent a message with my mind saying, ”Approach, I am not afraid.” The object immediately began a descent along a sloping downward trajectory straight for me (Picture 8). As the object approached, Phil Oxford and his friend, Bruce, were coming up behind me from the beach. They saw me holding up my arms in welcome and stood on each side of me in awe--Phil to my left and Bruce to my right. The object closed within 50 feet just across the road, was 30 feet in the air and was as big as a two story house—or in size perspective, a basketball at one foot. It then stopped and immediately changed from glowing red to brilliant white (Picture 9).
Suddenly there was an effect as if time had slowed. Then, after some time had transpired, a Manchester Police officer emerged onto the beach, turned on his blues and bolted out of there in a hurry (Picture 10). At first, I thought he didn’t see what was happening on either side of him in plain view but instead had caught sight of drunks further up the beach. But he drove past them and left the beach completely. Then the object receded backward along its original approach trajectory heading, stopped at a halfway point, elevated vertically to 4,000 ft., made a right angle turn and headed straight over our heads, aligned perfectly in between two other globes and the three objects moved away in an ”I” formation toward the eastern sky and out of sight. I didn’t know it at the time, but there was some serious time missing that night which was later verified using astronomical software and in regression 21 years later with Mr. Joe Nyman, a founding American UFO researcher (Picture 11): I stood looking out though a curved window or screen at a star field. Though I tried to visually acquire land or ocean below, there was none. I had also been given a sleek and small unmarked silver canister of nitrox(?) as a worry stone which didn’t include a hose and mask. I remember seeing myself looking down at it as well as though the eyes of the Grey who was off to my right and a little behind me. This memory was jarred loose thanks to the benefits of regression. When two major childhood events were uncorked, memories of other events flowed on their own. But there are contact memories were no regression was needed as well.
At the close of this event, there was an intense meteor shower which lasted for an hour and the bay at Kettle Cove was full of long silver fish jumping high out of the water by the thousands. I reported this entire event (except for the knowledge of having gone aboard) to the county seat police station in Salem. The desk sergeant confirmed without reservation that dozens of calls had come in concerning the objects. I had also called the Air Force Antenna Station at 16 Skytop Rd. Ipswich MA and a Lieutenant admitted it was official policy not to tell me anything. The Iran and Allagash Incidents also occurred in the ballpark of this timeframe. The objects were identical to the objects seen previously in 1972.
Within less than a year, I began to travel and headed west. Phil came along on that first trip and we had another mutual sighting (same reddish glowing globular craft) in the wee hours of July 4, 1977 just east of Kingman Arizona (Picture 12). This object would follow on the driver side and then cross over to the passenger side so that we could both plainly see it. We reached the Santa Monica cliffs just in time for the evening of the 4th of July 1977. The beaches below were packed with people stretching as far as the eye could see. And just then, five major fireworks along the coast commenced and we could see them all from that spot. More than the exquisite welcome to California this was, it was also a welcome to the advent of peaceful open contact. END OF 1976/1977 EVENTS
In the February 1978 ice storm while driving from San Diego to Boston, I was swept off the road by the wind sheer from a truck cab while attempting to pass on black ice approaching Ft. Worth. I spun 180 deg., landed in the median ditch, bounced out onto the oncoming lane on the opposite side of the highway with my rear end facing perpendicular across the fast lane lane... There was a convoy of trucks bearing down on my position also on black ice. Moreover, the car had stalled. I had about 2 seconds to decide whether to get out of the car or try to start it. The thermostat had been removed in San Diego which was making it hard to start averaging about 11 tries after stopping. But some force guided my hand to the key and turned it. The car started. Next, even with an impulse to floor it to escape pending doom my foot was eased onto the pedal barely touching it and the car spun on the black ice just enough to rest parallel facing the oncoming trucks which then wind blasted me back into the median ditch. Gently turning the wheel to the right with slow increase to acceleration, I ascended the opposite slope of the median, popped out between oncoming cars and made a graceful turn in the slow lane heading back for Ft. Worth. People honked furiously. Sorry. This ice storm scenario... well, I'll leave it to you.
In April the same year, I had driven out to Salinas CA and was en route eastward again across northern Nevada along I-80. It was 2:30am and I had forgotten to fill up in Reno. I continued east in hopes of finding a roadside filling station--no such luck and my gauge was nearing "E." I was maintaining 65mph and suddenly I am waking up as the gauge read 35mph and falling. I look up to get my bearings and see a sign moving slowly by saying, "Elko 12mi." But two seconds ago, I was near Lovelock traveling along the W. Humboldt Range (Picture 13). In the distance, I noticed red and white business lights along the right side of the road. As they neared, I was still uncertain as to whether it was a convenient store or gas station that might still be closed. The engine stopped and I was now at the mercy of momentum and I threw it into neutral. The car rolled to a perfect stop next to a gas pump and the station was open. I was happy to see the attendant and he was happy because I was happy. That seemed to matter more than whatever had happened back there. But after regression many years later, memories returned which were triggered by other memories being uncovered. On that April night in Nevada, a wide beam of white light had picked up the car, a 1966 Cadillac, with me in it. I did not see the interior of the craft above this time, but we can go there later, I'm sure.
Download of Mankind's Non-propagandized History
Some days after arrival to my destination in Columbia MO, I was awakened from a sound sleep. I was in a trailer in a decent tree filled trailer park with a swimming pond in the back. A male Grey visitor appeared standing outside under an oak tree. He held a silver rod with a sleek marquee shaped slit centered running 3/4 the length of it with something like a 1/2 carat sapphire set in the center (Picture 14 a & b). I heard a barely audible "ping" sound and then an massive information upload into my biological computer, the brain, began in a steam of light patterns passing between the rod and my head (Picture 15). Then I asked him his name and he answered, "Teil" (not teal though the sound is the same). I could also see the word as it is said in English reading, "Teil." I noticed the features of this gray well. Rather than coveralls, he was in a tight fitting pants and jacket type attire with a fine seam like a zipper line running up the middle of the jacket. There was a naru or thin turtle neck type collar and the gray skin tones matched the gray of his attire. There was also a soft boot made of the same material in the same color. He was friendly and obviously approachable. For the next five minutes, I somehow trustingly relaxed while swimming in these extensive thought patterns. Then they quickly faded and I fell fast asleep. The next morning, I was grabbing paper and writing down some very high order of thinking formulas spanning law, physics, nature, you name it burning up page after page. Friends were wowed but also concerned about me. People stopped coming by like they used to. Fortunately, I had a rare opportunity to save a drowning child at the pond. He was extending his arm for help but no one noticed, so I jumped in clothes and all and pulled him out. This at least kept the possibility of my being totally out of my mind down to a soft roar of "undecided." I very much had to deal with all this alone. END OF 1979 EVENT.
Intervention from Ancient Orange Being
1986, Harrison ME, comes an amazing experience with a wrinkled orange type Grey. At the time, I had been writing spiritual music and was also applying hands on work on forest beautification and restoration--taking landscaping to the next level with the inclusion and enhancement of the forest environment. The knowledge, talent and sense of forest enhancement mission was coming from somewhere else.. While asleep, two memories were being fused into one: All the pain and trauma especially of my 17 years of Child Abuse and 14 years of Bullycide were crossed with happy and elated memories of performing on piano in major hotels. Because I had been with a fundamentalist Christian group in the early 80s, I suspected the visitor was trying to cripple my talents. And I confronted the being (Picture 17) saying: "What are you doing here?!" and he quickly departed like an image being pulled upward. But in retrospect and after deep reflection of late, I now know he was trying to point out how my pain was getting in the way of my talents. One major point of consideration on this is that the next morning, I was finally able to draw my 1981 Election in Paradise account which I struggled with for over five years to no avail. Suddenly, that beautiful morning after, it flowed out of me and I couldn't make a mistake if I tried! Crippling my talents? Hardly. That Noble Being from the stars was trying to help them and help me and did.
Conservation Exchange: The Vision of all visions and Command to the Nations
In 1988, after volunteering to restore a peninsula damaged by the spruce bud worm at Moosehead Lake in northern Maine, I was hired at a supervisory capacity to take care the 35,000 acre Bigelow Preserve and Flagstaff Lodge. The 4,500 Bigelow summits could be seen to the south and Flagstaff Lake could be seen to the north though the grand viewing windows of the lodge. All around was an intact spruce-fir forest. Here, the Global Conservation Exchange vision was received. At that same moment, staff and a visiting friend ascended the stairs of the lodge and saw me glowing in white light. The plan was faithfully and immediately offered to the State of Maine and then to the United States. Officials were split as to whether the vision was true or if I might have a psychosis. Here is the essence and framework of the vision and plan:
Global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact. Lasting global peace is achieved swiftly though common mission and no longer merely observed philosophically. That is just the beginning. Trillions in monetary units and resources otherwise earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can then be sent to Advanced Individualized Education, Fuel-less Technology, Medical Cures, Affordable Energy and Environment Savvy Homes, Long Life Products/Materials, Major Costs and Tax Relief, The Needy and all people, environment and technological reformation programs that are designed to benefit all people/all life and to succeed. Rich or poor, we can no longer tolerate the violation to life, the natural wonders and the common liberty, happiness and well being of all. How does this impact other worlds? Conservation Exchange will become the universally accepted principle of governance and the means though which peaceful open contact will occur. Symbol for it: Picture 18.
Civil Rights Exercise & Contribution: Mental Health Board Integration
In 1991, I took my case headlong into the mental health system as I was complaining of memory black outs. And I laid all my cards on the table about the experiences I was aware of. Because of all the negative propaganda about alien abductions and demons, I was somewhat confused and afraid. Memory painted one picture but government, movies and pastors painted another. I was then tested right away for Temporal Lobe Epilepsy (TLE) and seizures, given MRI and CT scans, and passed with flying colors. I decided to stay in an outpatient capacity for the benefit of therapy. During this time, I was enlisted as an advocate for people stigmatized because of their mental health label. One significant achievement, aside from related national involvement with the arts, was to help integrate patients and ex-patients onto the board of mental health. In 1993, I was elected chairman of a state council. And by 1994, I had moved on.
Escort to Intergalactic Council (and Proof Ignored by MUFON)
In April 1995, my wife noticed a little ad in the local paper mentioning a UFO Conference to be held at Plymouth State College in Plymouth NH. There, I was given the floor to speak a little about September 26, 1976. When I realized that the professor was a regional director for MUFON, I asked to file officially. One thing that is so hard for experiencers with multiple lifelong encounters and abductions is that official reports are geared to one sighting and the questions are narrow in content: ”Were there power lines?; were you drinking or using hallucinatory drugs?, etc. But where are the questions about visitor/human interaction; about technological discovery and disclosure; social discovery; genetics; history; science; art? It seems the reports are designed to place most cases in the ”swamp gas” category. For instance, I was forced to trip over whether there were power lines nearby as the questioner had wrongly noted there had to have been some in order for this or other cases to be taken seriously. The regional MUFON director was tongue and cheek with me even when he was made witness to my triangular scar and even though he had also seen a white globular object the same size as mine in Vermont a few years before this which was zipping along setting speed records after doing a close fly-by.
Escort and Proof: Triangular Scar
On September 5, 1995 at 10:30pm, I fell asleep in the living room chair. At 3:30am on September 6th, I awoke with wet shoes and a terrible itch on my upper right arm just below the shoulder. There was a large round cap of drying blood. So I went into the bathroom for good lighting and peeled it off. Underneath the drying blood was a perfect triangular biopsy with an even depth of 1/45 of an inch and perfect laser geometry along its lines and to its 3 points. A tare? No way (Picture 19). Of course, the researcher happened to be away in Europe and every second he was gone was agonizing. Fortunately, within four days, he returned. I had left an urgent message (well actually a few urgent messages). He knocked on the door and I showed him the perfect triangular biopsy/scar. Somehow, it was nonchalantly treated as if this might have been a put on of some kind. Then I contracted a terrible case of pneumonia with lasted 4 months which may have come from trace bacterial or viral pneumonia from someone else who was placed in the breathable fluid tank which slipped by visitor bio invader scans.
Within days of the event, I started to have sudden and spontaneous recollection of events of September 5th and 6th. I know that certain places, smells, objects, etc. can trigger memories. But these would come regardless of stimuli. But it was agonizingly slow. An explosion of three distinct initial memories followed by a 2 month wait. The first thing recalled was sitting in a molded type chair with a city passing beneath me seen through a large curved screen or window. Seated across from me and a little to my right was a young boy who apparently had been abducted as well. We seemed to both be passing in and out of consciousness. At this particular point in time, our eyes briefly met. Judging from the particular curve of the window, it seemed that we were near the bottom of a globular craft (Picture 20). In the second memory, I am conscious again but now a floor or two higher up in the orb as the curve of the window was now straighter. Here, I was in a molded chair right up against the window and I didn’t see anyone else. But out the window, I saw an African fishing party (would love having help to identify the weave and pattern of the long gown they were all wearing—and then pay a visit) who were attempting to run away from the descending craft--and I could see them trying to run away through my window (Picture 21). I remember thinking, ”They’re not going to get very far.” There was a winding brown muddy river off to their left and dry yellow grass all around with some short, thorny shrubs. Then I faded out again. And it was daylight though this flight embarked at night. Third memory: Was carried/floated backward through a control room area in the middle section of the globular craft. There were two grays at the controls (Picture 22), two carrying me and one watching from the entrance I had just come through. The two who were carrying me placed me in some transparent tank resembling a bathtub filled with a cool and almost light as air breathable liquid which was picking up cool-dim blue-green glow from the room. I was immersed but barely panicked as I was reassured I was in no danger and could breathe normally.
At first, the liquid (and the level of communication) seemed cold. They levitated the tank to an upright position, and remarkably, the fluid stayed inside the tank area. I could see the control panel again but the two grays who had been there were now gone. The two grays with me watched me from about a foot and a half away (Picture 23). They saw I was not afraid and they also read my thoughts about conservation exchange and technological conversion. Everything suddenly changed. Now there was warmth. I felt included and even honored. At this and as the ship suddenly slowed down, I was allowed to freely walk to a window and witness pre-docking maneuvers with a mother ship in space (Picture 24).
At MUFON conferences, I felt like a wet-behind-the-ears lad while a wealth of disclosure was blatantly being ignored. So I rolled up my sleeve and showed the NH director, Peter Geremia, the triangular scar which at this point in time was beginning to heal over and the geometry was softening and the scar area was getting smaller though it was still very plain. Even so, I was left in an agonizing need of support. MUFON should absolutely have a serious experiencer support facet or at least a sweeping and comprehensive network for this. And when the evidence doesn't appear to be there, the experiencer must still not be discredited and disowned. Interestingly, a circle of yellowed grass which accompanied the scar had also been ignored. But a memory which took over two years to surface confirmed the yellow circle of grass. You see, I couldn’t remember being carried out at first. Why? I had been carried out backward! We are used to moving forward, not backward. But as an artist from a young age, there was one minor detail which my very sharp eye didn’t miss. Between the living room chair and the back yard was a large sliding glass door and window array. There was a huge neutral-yellowish curtain which was pulled closed at night before bed. The curtain was illuminated from out in the backyard. That is, a brilliant white light was out in the back yard and I could see the illuminated curtain in the eye of one of the two grays whom was not concealed by my own shadow. There is a picture for this called: "The Curtain." Somehow it didn't make it onto the site. Now...that...this...memory...finally...jogged...loose, I remembered the back yard as if it had just happened. The grass was blindingly lit. Still styled backwards, we went up through a semi rounded hatchway and the grass was only a few feet below. In that yard, there were tall pines as a barrier from I-93. So the ship sat near the ground for general concealment. The curvature of the walls at this entry matched the curvature of my very first memory in the seating room near the bottom of a globular craft. As my eyes adjusted to the darker interior of this room of the craft, I began to see details like a small panel of buttons on the wall but then passed out. By the time this all gelled, research into this case was long gone. There are further profound aspects to this case: A council of composite species and evidence of intergalactic members.
On September 26, 1996, one year after my 1995 abduction (and 20 years to the day after the 9-26-76 three globular ship event), I just happened to escort my wife out to the car for her then early morning commute. Off to our left and to the north over Plymouth NH, a cylinder mother ship, in this case bathed in a green glow was moving fast from east to west. At a point directly across the road from us at a distance of about 1/2 mi. and about 5,000 in elevation, it launched several discs as we both looked on (half ruler at arms length and buckshot sized discs). A few days later, Cherie saw a 40' slender mirror dome-less disc vertically positioned straight in front of her while driving along I-93 S through Thornton NH (silver dollar on edge at arms length). Two days later, I saw a mirror silver disc--exactly like hers--in a horizontal position out the front door of our place then in Ashland just to the east over the highest point of the nearest hill exhibiting a falling leaf pattern of flight; rose again in elevation and moved straight along to the west; exhibited a falling leaf flight pattern; rose again in height and moved in a straight line to the west... It did this 7 times. What grabbed my attention was a mid afternoon's nap dream of being able to see into a situation involving a child in an institutional foster home (aided remote viewing) and how he lives to adapt and get along. He had a friend sitting on his bed with him talking and then they ran out of the room together in some planned game or adventure. At this, I sprang off the couch and went to the front door. Looking to the hilltop, I saw the glistening of the sun on the mirror finish of the craft (Picture 25).
So far, all these memories and occurrences were taking place without the aid of regression. But when I did get to regression, two major childhood events confirming peaceful contact were revealed. I went there to gain even more about September 5th & 6th 1995, but instead ended up at some incredible childhood experiences first. These began to disclose a peaceful agenda—at least among these particular grays. My first memory recovered in regression was a 1968 Age 10 experience. There were male and female grays being very gentle with me and a home world head who reflected approval over this project(?). I was shown genetics technology, deep voyage artificial environmental replication technology, liquid sub micro chips, water as for beauty and energy, wireless micro communications sensors. The very first thing to appear as out of a haze were the rectangular yellow lights running around the rim of the room. In session two, still in want for more up to date revelation, I ended up going to age five and to a city in space and a city beneath the sea. This story will probably take up the same space or more than all the accounts thus far and it is full of insight into humanoid/gray cooperation, technologies, and interaction with man. I will address it in a third stage. I had pictures upon pictures of this in a Windows 95 computer and then it crashed. But now with a powerful PC and Win XP, I can work to my heart's content.
One consolation during all this was I had friends living nearby at Stinson Lake who have been seeing UFOs around there for years (and catch a lot of hick mistreatment and witch hunt because of it). The land there, formally of military interest, could now be being used for extraterrestrial mining purposes. Buster Hinkson snapped this photo of a strange UFO which seems to be either changing shape or has other smaller globes around it (or both). Under strict scrutiny using Corel 9 imaging, it is clear that a dark area below the craft (the shadow) is being reflected on the underside with mirror perfection. This is strikingly apparent at 600% magnification (Picture 26). UFO photo on Rense: http://www.rense.com/general10/STUNEY.HTM
Witnessed Extraction from House (more proof having been ignored) and Alliance of Factions
On December 9, 2002 an event was seemingly planned in advance. A witness was arranged. Tom Doucet, an experiencer from Joe Nyman’s group, contacted me and I asked him to come up and visit at the Prescott Farm Audubon Center in Laconia New Hampshire where I lived as a caretaker/property steward. The weather according to reports was to be clear. Tom drove up from Massachusetts to visit and an unsuspected snow storm caused him to have to stay the night. That night of December 9th and the early morning of the 10th, I was abducted (or extracted) and he was witness to it. The next morning, we had the same descriptions of three short Greys and one tall Grey who was all business and seemed to be a science official of some kind. The tall Grey used something on the back of Tom's neck to keep him immobilized while he reassured him that they had come for me and that everything was all right and I would be brought back safely. I remember seeing the approach to a smaller mothership than the usual gigantic mirror-like cylinders covered with windows and lights. This was a dark gray and black shark-like ship about one third the size. The silver globular object docked in a mirror-like ribbed pee shooter corridor instead of in a large docking bay hanger. I remember the door between the dock/launch corridor and the interior of the mothership. It was white with bright metal-mirror like designs which were also security and air locking parts. The door itself was like a curved "A" and quite pleasant to look at. So was the design of the interior corridor running the length of the ship which had a slanted wall of bright metal and black accents and the ceiling was notably shorter than our own. There was a failed hybrid on a slab in front of me--possibly a genetic offspring. I was taken to a science lab and the lab director--the serious tall one, spun me psychokinetically in the air like a windmill for three spins. But I landed on my feet looking him straight in the eye. At this, the other three short Greys were kind and helpful. One handed me a cup of water in a short and wide cup. Tom later suggested this was to accommodate their long fingers. Tom also pointed out how during the intense moments we are extracted from our homes, everything is watched most carefully so that people don't awaken frightened and boiling water is not spilled on a baby, etc. And he concurred about the personalities of the four Greys. Another Grey brought me a molded chair. And the third one pointed out how I am on their "Abductee Journal"--the name of a site I was involved with then. A new species was introduced as an image on a paper thin screen like a clipboard placed in front of me. It was gel-like, clear and had green veins connected to globules in its center region. It was hub shaped and had about 100 appendages like sensors or arms that were tapered stubs about 8" long. I was shown small zoological specimens that were void of physical senses but were telepathic and had radar capability similar to bats. I guess the San Diego Zoo will have to add on a wing. Interestingly, an unexpected snow storm kept Tom at my house that night. For the sake of humor, he pointed out the "Visitor Parking" sign buried in the snow outside the next morning (Picture 27).
Speaker at the ARC 2003 Conference http://www.cosmictribune.com/ct/Extraterrestrial/Arch/2003/Hal/mck_7_1.html http://www.cosmictribune.com/ct/Extraterrestrial/Arch/2003/Hal/mck_7_9.html After 45 years of waiting, I finally had the podium. It was great to be with Travis Walton again and this time as a co-presenter. I was the first speaker. I knew from past MUFON conferences that the credibility hurdle for an experiencer is near impossible to attain unless you have a book or movie. The bar is set too high even for Superman. So I decided to write an opening speech beginning with the point that visitor security is the reason for much lack (but not total lack) of evidence. Though I was a little nervous at first, I had my notes, my speech, the pictures and knew how to interact personably from music performance and advocacy experience. I did well and loosened up nicely especially when we were into the visuals. Eyes and ears were glued and no one had a negative word to say. It was all positive and educational and it just doesn’t get any better. Topping off a relieving first delivery in conference was the time we all shared in the alpine zone on the North Carolina border. I will never forget this wonderful and enriching event for as long as I live.
A Helpful Visitation
White ET downloads libraries of data under 3D rain of semi-transparent subject representative symbols several sheets deep
On August 27, 2003, interestingly the same day Mars was at its closest approach, a very awesome being named, "FELA" appeared over my bed in a projection type of contact and it was daylight. Her image was suspended in the air yet her long fingers made contact with my forehead and temples. Her features were extremely fine. She was a powdery white Grey and highly respected among visitors. Her usual art is to provide uplifting mental stimulation therapy to visitor leaders and dignitaries. In this case, she was sent to me to do the same so that I could receive a tremendous upload of information without suffering major damage to the nervous system. During those moments with her, I was in a state of complete bliss and free of all physical and emotional pain and wear (Picture 28).
Since the early 1980s, I have performed on piano in major North American hotels, concerts, radio, television, studios and state and national talent shows. I have also performed at national conferences to aid the cause of arts and ending stigma for the mentally ill earning awards and have worked with developmentally disabled children. Later, I made contributions in forest care and parks management earning awards there also. Then in 2000, I competed in New Hampshire Talent America winning first place and in NYC Talent America winning a first runner up trophy. After this, I took on estate caretaking and finally was promoted to Estate Manager last year in the Berkshires.
After 20 years of being separated by many miles, Phil Oxford (co-experiencer of the 1976 three globular ship incident) and I had a recent reunion at the Beverly Depot Restaurant and Pub in Beverly Massachusetts (Final Picture). We told our story to the room and everyone was highly interested. The photographer was also an experiencer named Dorene Pinciaro, a purchasing manager for a major electrical equipment corporation. Phil lived in Ft. Meyers Beach Florida and since our reunion has returned home to Beverly Massachusetts.
An Equation from a Blue ET Scientist
In 2005, I was visited by a dark blue Grey type Star Person with extra moist and glossy skin. He was a scientist and had a very timid personality. My impression of him was he wasn't much of a visitor or communicator but spent most of his time in the lab and in recreational mind therapy. Anyway, on his fist visit, he startled me by walking though a vortex which was just three feet from my bed. I was not asleep but was laying on my side and suddenly there he was! He had passed though a swirl like effect right through my desk next to the bed and I was looking straight at it as it happened. So when I reacted, he did also and receded straight back into the vortex which then closed. I felt bad and spoke aloud so I could be heard by my transceivers saying: "I am so sorry I was startled. I usually never react with fear. I embrace all Star People with love and honor. Please come back and give our meeting a second chance."
Sure enough, he returned two nights later and this time, he transmitted with his mind to my mind an "M Equation". He delivered it personally to me. That was his mission. There were two other visitations thereafter. One struck me as some kind of wizard like Merlin who projected his voice into my bathroom using its acoustics as an amplifier jut once saying in a gruff voice: "Kabbalah Ka!" So I got up, walked into the bathroom (nothing scares me anymore) and he was not there.
He had slipped up and out into a higher dimension or something. But I kinda' mocked him repeating "Kabbalah Ka?"
Then there was a visit from a Mantis Type very tall: 8 or 9 feet.
He had some mirror-silver inlays around his exoskeleton and was otherwise whitish-gray in color with spines and so forth found on the similar insect design. This was a very super intelligent being. And I believe he just wanted to come out to me to see the man who was given the M Equation. I was not frightened in the least, but felt at home and intellectually stimulated. Telepathy (or transmission) was super fast with this one but never a struggle. I get a kick out of the question by people: "What did he say?" The answer might be pretty close to right on by stating: "What didn't he say." If you have a few years, I could go over the libraries that were transmitted in a few short minutes--both ways!
Most communications for a while now were purely transmitted. If you recall, the Council had a pod implanted under my right wrist containing nano transceivers which stayed there for months until I finally had my son touch it which activated the release of the transceivers and the pod shell immediately vanished. The micro transceivers are placed throughout my body thus making it a dish and antenna in itself. And they run on minute amounts of power from the body. Yes I get tired a bit, but this kind of close mind to mind constant contact is most desirable for me.
At one point, I began to rail at President Bush not just for non-disclosure, but also for Koresh (which was stone’s throw from his Texas estate), election fraud, 911, false war and all war, the continuous ignoring of my End of All War (Conservation Exchange) and Technological Conversion mandate from God with full support of the Intergalactic Council and how he was committing genocide by serving greedy war monger tyrants and not the People and the Earth. This, along with my striking case, was unsettling to he and Chaney so they tried to have me neatly erased without making it obvious to the information community.
I was out in the yard by the sea at a private estate I was managing on the Coast of Maine. So they called in a Navy P3 Orion out of nearby Brunswick Naval Air Station outfitted with their latest anti personnel weapon: a microwave beam canon that was slated to be formally introduced two months later and to be used only in riot conditions on foreign soil and only on low power so that the target basically falls to his knees and can then get up and leave within a few seconds. But they had this thing mounted in a dark gray unmarked P3 Orion sub hunter plane with the power turned way up in order to cook my liver and hit me with the beam from well out over the water. Had I not moved quickly, I would not be here to write this now.
As it is, I was laid up immobilized for about two months in intense pain. I remember laying flat on the grass and the pilot of the P3 Orion passed directly over the edge of the yard just above tree top level giving him close direct line of sight to me to confirm the kill. At that moment, I was laying still, so Cheney thought he had his trophy. But guess what? A few days later, despite intense pain, I was right back on the internet and never once cowered.
Suddenly, not long after, the owner of the estate and benefactor of this wonderful job I had on a heavenly property on which I also resided in absolute style passed away quickly and mysteriously with spinal meningitis. It took him in three days flat. The man was healthy, ate all the right foods, exercised and was staying physically and intellectually active.
He was jovial and did kind things for us from time to time. His immune system had to be in peak condition. But after what was just attempted on me, I overlook no possibilities of another attack. This sort of thing was typical of years past. Whenever I was about to be helped to gain platform, something would happen to that person instead of me. In the meantime, I'm left standing alone looking like a lunatic. This fit the profile. The P3 Orion/microwave beam attack was against protocol and acted out of sheer anger and frustration with increasing anger from the public. The dust settles but still no change.
On Memorial Day in 2008, discs swooped in partially cloaked surrounding the park so that you could see them as a shadowy mass. I noticed them because I was aware of their often appearing that way (see Compton's Scattering 1911). And directly overhead, a fully uncloaked craft sat directly above glinting in the setting sun and also radiating it's own white light. The object moved to the West and then to the East. My wife's dad said it was a satellite. But when I pointed out satellites don't reverse direction and ping pong. He was totally stumped.
Allied Plan to Wirelessly Undo Disinformation and Demonization
On July 4th, 2008, in the wee hours of the morning, I was brought aboard a giant triangular mothership which was full of small triangular ships packed tightly amidships. This was also a new type of Star People to me who were like little white and extremely friendly people with slightly bigger eyes than human which were black. Again, like with all previous boardings, I was treated like a head of state. This time, I was even given the captain's seat aboard the triangular mothership to view a magnificent crescent blue Earth from orbit. This particular mission has to do with sending out signals at close range to sleeping minds that will undo disinformation and demonization in the global public mind. And I had been asking for interventions days, weeks, months and years before making the argument that the people's minds have been take captive by tyrants on an ancient and well thought out plan of global conquest and domination by an elite group. So this is one facet in the theater of change. And the Great Change will occur despite all doubt and lack of faith.
It’s Mankind's Move
Visitors from the stars (an extreme number of species) are on yellow security alert since a significant portion of mankind is still considered a threat to all environments and life. This is why visitors leave no physical evidence and poor photographs at best as a rule.
My dad was on the Philadelphia Experiment (among two other ultra black projects). It was not about invisibility. It was about folding space. Invisibility is more easily achieved by changing the frequency of photons.
So the US has ultra secret space folding, the bomb and now powerful energy beams. If I were a stellar neighbor (or a council and coalition of peaceful worlds), I would be concerned. Herein lays the ET motive for having bases throughout our solar system along with the even wiser cooperative plan with the divine of the Great Change.
I've been in contact for 52 yrs. The US is suppressing peaceful contact and US research is mostly all about information extraction and containment. In fact, information extraction and containment along with seizure of artifacts and technologies is an all too long lived practice which has been responsible for technology going into reverse so that tyrants and thieves can profit at the expense of planet and peoples. Aware of this both in terms of Earth not really being primitive but instead held captive and also that there are indeed wonderful people here, visitors are helping here, there and everywhere. Health, biological improvements, extended life, increased forest growth and heightened awareness to name a few while encouraging the developments of fuel-less technology, medical cures, advanced individualized education, affordable environment and energy savvy homes and quality helps for the needy and poor including all useful, lasting and peaceful technologies which can be summed up as: Technological Conversion.
Global Conservation Exchange is the key to getting there. If global military forces and civilians work together in a Forest Recovery/Enhancement and Crops to End World Hunger Pact, lasting global peace will come almost overnight though common mission. Trillions in monetary units otherwise earmarked for weapons and weapons platforms can then be sent to Technological Conversion. I hope that you will support the experiencer and help institute these measures for peaceful contact and the end of US and global isolationism from the stars.
With all the best in mind,
Jeffrey Morgan Foss
Native American Ascended Masters Blessing