Stephen Cook: Former Canadian Minister for Defense, Paul Hellyer, is still doing all he can to seek full disclosure of our galactic family during his latest interview on this week’s edition of the RT show Sophie & Co. Thanks to Lance.
By Sophie Shevardnadze, RT.com – December 30, 3013 | Thanks to the Golden Age of Gaia.
He was Canadian minister of Defense in 1960s, ruling over the country’s armed forces during the time of the Cold War – and when he retired he publicly stated that we are not alone in the universe, and some guests from outer space actually live here, on planet Earth. Is this fantasy? Is someone actually watching us? Today we ask the man who says UFOs are a serious business – Paul Hellyer.
Sophie Shevardnadze: Our guest today is the Honorable Paul Hellyer, former minister of Defense of Canada, and he believes that life forms from space are present on Earth. It’s great to have you on our show. Why do you say that UFOs are as real as airplanes flying over our heads?
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Full transcript:
Paul Hellyer: Because I know that they are. As a matter of fact, they’ve been visiting our planet for thousands of years and one of the cases that would interest you most if you give me two or three minutes to answer is that during the Cold War, 1961, there were about 50 UFOs in formation flying south from Russia across Europe, and Supreme Allied Command was very concerned and about ready to press the “Panic” button when they turned around and went back over the North Pole.
They decided to do an investigation and they investigated for 3 years and they decided that, with absolute certainty, four species – at least – had been visiting this planet for thousands of years. We have a long history of UFOs and of course there has been a lot more activity in the last few decades, since we invented the atomic bomb and they are very concerned about that and the fact that we might use it again, and because the Cosmos is a unity and it affects not just us but other people in the Cosmos, they are very much afraid that we might be stupid enough to start using atomic weapons again, and this would be very bad for us and for them as well.
SS: No serious scientist has ever publicly confirmed evidence of an encounter with extra-terrestrials – why would scientists not confirm the facts if they exist?
PH: I’m afraid they must go out of their way not to find out. Even if they do 10 percent of the amount of research I’ve done in the last 8 years they would be as convinced as I am. I mean, they could do it even faster. Might take it a little longer, when they didn’t have military background, but there are so many wonderful books that tell these stories and they’ve been authenticated; the sightings have been authenticated by more than one witness and also by radar, and they have landed in various places around the world, including Russia. There’s famous case there, I can’t remember the name of the place, but it was widely reported at the time, a man wrote a book about it and then the French bought the book rights so it wouldn’t be circulated around… There’s just so much evidence, if anybody will take a time off to do a little bit of research and study. Some people are interested and will take the time, and the others just say “Oh, you know it’s just fantasy”. Since I’ve been public on this subject I get probably three or four emails a week from all over the world, from people who’ve actually witnessed sightings, and some of them who’ve actually been on the ships, and some of them who’ve actually been transported to another planet. This information… it is top secret in a way that governments don’t talk about it, but if you listen to whistleblowers and to the people who have worked in the industry, and who know what is going on, there’s just a lot of information out there and it doesn’t take very long to get your hands on it.
SS: See, the problem is that some who report UFOs sightings and alien abductions have been shown to make things up to be famous, to make money – or just for a prank. How do we tell fiction from a fact?
PH: You have to spend a lot of time trying to find…we use to say “separating wheat from the chaff”, and it takes a lot of effort. When I was minister I got sighting reports and when we checked them out, about 80 percent, 8 out of 10, were not real, they were sights of Venus or of plasma or a dozen other things, but there were 15 percent or 20 percent for which there was no explanation and they were the genuine unidentified flying objects. One of the conferences I went to… it was in Las Vegas… was promoted by chap who had written a book about crashes and there were dozens and dozens of them and many of them very-very well authenticated, so it would be impossible to read of that evidence and not come to the conclusion that these vehicles were real.
SS: Have you ever had your own encounter with aliens?
PH: Not encounter with aliens, no. I’ve seen a UFO, about 120 miles north of Toronto, over Lake Muskoka, where I have a cottage. Two years ago, at Thanksgiving, which is October, [my wife?] said that she wanted to go out and look at the stars, so…I’m not much of a night man… but I put on my cap and went out with her and she looked into the eastern sky and said, “There’s a star” and I turned the other way and said, “Oh, there’s a much brighter one over here” and she looked there and we watched it until our necks almost broke for about 20 minutes, and it was definitely a UFO because it could change position in the sky by three or four degrees in three or four seconds. I checked out – there were no satellites that could do that, a space station wasn’t going by and it isn’t able to move that fast anyway and there was no other explanation except that it was the real thing. Two days later I went down in the dark, got a comfortable chair, and watched. It came back almost at the same spot and entertained me for as long as I could take it. Then I went back to the cottage but it was very interesting because it would drop down in the sky and then it would roar back up and it would shift across a few degrees and do a circle and come back at just an astronomical speed, since you know they travel very-very fast.
SS: So does it just look like a falling star that falls really quickly and then rises again? What does it look like?
PH: Well, it looked just like a star.
SS: It looks just like a star?
PH: I don’t know if you personally have ever read the Bible or not but I think the star of Bethlehem was one of God’s flying saucers.
SS: You also told me that people write you emails, three to five emails a week, and they’ve actually been abducted or they had encounters with aliens. Do they actually tell you what these aliens look like? I mean, everyone’s interested – how would I know if I see an alien and he abducts me?
PH: First question you have to ask is how many species are there? I used to think there were between two and twelve. Apollo astronaut, Edgar Mitchell, who came to Toronto a few years ago and had with dinner with us agreed there were something around two and twelve, but the latest reports that I’ve been getting from various sources are that there are about 80 different species and some of them look just like us and they could walk down the street and you wouldn’t know if you walked past one. They are what we call “Nordic blondes” and also the Tall Whites who were actually working with the US air force in Nevada. They’re able to get away with that, they had a couple of their ladies dressed as nuns go into Las Vegas to shop and they weren’t detected. I have a friend who saw one of the men walking along the street, he is somebody who can recognize that they were different, and he did. Then there’s the Short Grey’s as they are called, and they are the ones you see in most of the cartoons, they have very-very slim arms and legs, they are very short, just a little over 5 feet, and they have a great big head and great big brown eyes. But, there are different species and you have to know that they are different species and know that they all are different. If you saw the Short Greys you’d certainly know there’s something up that you’ve never seen before, but if you saw one of the Nordic Blondes, you’d probably say “Oh I wonder if she’s from Denmark or somewhere.”
SS: So these species that you are describing – are they all different in terms of nice and mean? Are some of them nice and benevolent and others nasty, how are they? Are they good to people on Earth or are they here to harm them?
PH: It’s a difficult question to answer, because they have different agendas and maybe all of us on Earth should have the same agenda, but you couldn’t say, maybe, that Russia and China and the US all had the same agenda at every turn, because they don’t. I would say that nearly all are benign and benevolent and they do want to help us, there may be one or two species which do not. That’s one of the things I’m investigating at the moment, to see who they are, what they are up to and what their agendas really are.
SS: These extraterrestrial creatures – where did they come from and how did they get here, to Earth?
PH: They come from various places. For a long while I only knew about ones who came from different star systems – the Pleadis, Zeta Reticuli and several other star systems…but in the past few months I have met [those] who made me aware that there are some in our star system, and that there are actually extraterrestrials who live on a planet called Andromedia, which is one of the moons of Saturn and that there are others on Venus and some on Mars and that they may be interacting between themselves – I suspect that they are because there is what is called a “Federation” of these people and they have rules. For example, one of the rules is that they don’t interfere with our affairs unless there are invited to – and that’s one of the reasons, probably, that we haven’t seen more of them until very recently…
SS: But, what do you mean, there are lots of people who want to interact with them, there are a lot of people who actually want to see them and to know who they are. What, do they need a special invitation to interact with us? What does it mean – “they don’t want to interfere with our affairs”?
PH: They don’t want to tell us how to run our affairs, they have accepted the fact that this is our planet, and that we have the right to run it, but they are very-very concerned: they don’t think we are good stewards of our planet, we’re clear cutting our forests, we’re polluting our rivers and our lakes, and we’re dumping sewage in the oceans, and we’re doing all sorts of things which are not what good stewards of their homes should be doing. They don’t like that and they made it very clear. As a matter of fact they have given us a warning.
SS: How?
PH: This has come from more than one source…
SS: How have they made it clear, what have they done?
PH: They have talked to people. One of the chaps I’ve talked with about a month ago was interacting with them in 1974, he and his brother, in Peru. They were taken to Andromedia, teleported. They were told what people there think and that we’re really wrecking our planet and in fact that something dreadful is going to happen to it if we don’t smarten up and change our ways. We spend too much time fighting each other, we spend too much money on military expenditures, and not enough on feeding the poor and looking after the homeless and the sick, and that we are polluting our waters and our air and that we’re playing around with these exotic weapons, thermonuclear weapons and atomic weapons, which have such devastating effects both on Earth and other areas of Cosmos. They don’t like that and that’s the reason they would like to work with us, to teach us better ways, but only, I think, with our consent. They work through individuals; they try and pick out individuals who won’t be frightened to death by them, because they can get you quite afraid. One of the cases I’m familiar with was with the Tall Whites in Nevada, where the US airman working with them was just frightened to death of them, and one, Charles Hall, rescued the daughter of one of the high-up people in the Tall White and as result became very good friends with the mother, and as soon as they could trust each other, they had a wonderful relationship. He wrote a book about it, called “Millennial Hospitality” – it tells you how you go through these stages, of being scared out of your wits, but then, when you establish a trust and a working relationship –you can have the same kind of relationship that you would have with someone here on Earth.
SS: But here’s what I’m thinking: if you are outing their presence, which is clearly not what they want, since they are hiding, why aren’t you afraid of repercussions? You are obviously stating that they are here, among us, telling me all these species that exist…
PH: They are here among us and I’m not afraid because in most cases, as far as technology is concerned, they are light years ahead of us, and we have learned a lot of things from them. A lot of the things we use today we got from them, you know – led lights and microchips and Kevlar vests and all sorts things that we got from their technology and we could get a lot more too, especially in the fields of medicine and agriculture if we would go about it peacefully. But, I think, maybe some of our people are more interested in getting the military technology, and I think that’s wrong-headed, and that’s one of the things that we are going to have to change, because we’re going to have to work together, all of us, everywhere on the planet.
SS: You’ve mentioned military technology and swapping technologies and barters in-between aliens and people in American government. I want to ask you as a former minister of Defense of Canada – is interstellar war a possibility? Should we be creating a Star Wars force to defend ourselves from possible invasion or something like that?
PH: I think it’s a possibility, but it’s a possibility especially if we shoot down every UFO that comes into our airspace without asking who they are and what they want. Right from the beginning we started scrambling planes, trying to shoot them down, but their technology was superior enough that we weren’t able to get away with it, certainly not for a long while. During that period of time they could have taken us over without any trouble if they wanted to, so I think, rather than developing our own Star Wars to protect ourselves against them, we should work with the benign species that are of a vast majority and work together, and rely largely on them, of course, and cooperate, so that we would be contributing something at the same time; I don’t think there’s any point in us developing a galactic force that would tempt us to ride on our own and get into mischief, which is one of the things that some of them are concerned about.
SS: What do you expect to happen if people start to believe in alien existence on Earth? Things are definitely going to change: our lives aren’t going to be the same anymore.
PH: I hope that’s the case. I am all for full disclosure, and I’m going to push very hard for full disclosure in the book I’m writing, to give some reasons for it, things that we really have to know and have a right to know. Our future as a species, and here I mean all of the species in the world, is potentially at risk if we don’t figure what’s going on and work together to try and make life more amenable for all of us, and to work with our neighbors from other planets as well.
SS: Still, I’m thinking to myself – if they’ve been here for such a long time as you say, and they are interested in helping humanity, as you say, why is our world such a mess? If you want help someone, you just help someone, you don’t wait for that someone to invite you to help that someone, no?
PH: I think parents sometime say to their children – “this is what you should do”, but that doesn’t mean children are going to do it, does it? The Cosmos is based on free choice. We’re given the option of making mistakes, of making wrong choices, and I guess, what bothers some of us, is that we’ve made too many wrong choices, and not enough right choices. So we’re going to have to start switching our priorities and stop spending so much time and effort on weapons to kill each other, or to dominate each other, and spend a lot more time on how to help each other to have a better life and a more just society, and life which is healthier. When the healthcare is better and when the food distribution is better and when the air is cleaner and water is cleaner and all of those things that are waiting to be done, if we just get together and, as we say, row in the right direction, in the same direction, it’s possible, but it’s a tall order and so far we haven’t done it. My thesis is that we have to do it, we have to start doing it right away.
SS: Thank you so much for this interesting interview and insight on extraterrestrial life. That was Paul Hellyer, a former Canadian minister of Defense, who says aliens exist and live among us on Earth. That’s all the time we have for today, I will see you in the next edition of Sophie&Co.
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“Close encounter of the FIFTH kind”
This is a story of an astonishing true account of a which a man named Richard R. Giroux, experienced on October 12, 1994 on the rim canal of Lake Okeechobee, Florida. The contact was deliberate and the communication profound.
The visitors shared in detail their true nature, their mission, and the reason for their connection with Earth since before the dawn of antiquity. The details of what they shared were not provided through conversation, but via a direct implant of knowledge. They also shared numerous and detailed future sequential events that will verify their message.
The Visit:
This is a completely true but amazing experience, and I strongly feel it will interest you. It’s another strange thing that’s going on with some people, a twist of things happening in recent years, worldwide. It was Wednesday, October 12 1994. In what follows a name is changed withholding a man’s identity. Everything else is exactly as it happened. That day around 9:00 p.m. we arrived at Okeechobee from our day’s work in Boca Raton. Okeechobee is a Seminole Indian name meaning Big Lake. Joe was with me. We are computer engineers developing an important product for a big client. It was a difficult job. We needed a change of scene and he was glazed over too from the day’s problems. A ride in the country would give us a change to rest our heads. Escaping our noisy hotel was part of the answer, so driving eighty-five miles to Big Lake was welcome. The beach is usually good but typically it’s a parking problem. At Okee there’s cool clean air with a chorus of wild creatures to hear all around … Relaxing. There‘s no stress or tension. What a place!
We arrived with just time enough to fix a drink and walk outside by the rim canal. It felt so fine being there on a perfectly clear cool moonless night. The air was wonderful and stars were bright. Looking to the right we immediately saw a light coming. It was over the canal about 800-feet in the air a quarter-mile away. Something close was flying our way. I was thinking This ought to be interesting. Little did I know!
It seemed like a helicopter by its speed and height, with a big light under it. At the same time there was a twin engine plane flying out over the lake just behind it about two miles away. The plane was noisy and gaining altitude from take off at Okeechobee Airport. So it’s natural that I wouldn’t hear a helicopter coming our way. Only it wasn’t a helicopter, not a plane either, and it’s coming along in the air too quietly. We’re near Route 441 with some distant sounds of traffic going by. But I couldn’t hear this thing coming and it’s getting close. We saw a steady bright glow under it, like a big searchlight playing into the canal. Whatever it is, it had no flashing lights of any kind. But all aircraft are required to have strobe lights at night. As it came from behind a nearby tree into clearer view, we saw it’s a brightly lit disk and still moving toward us.
I said What the hell is that? Joe was glued. I just watched without a thought and looked hard trying to decide what it was. The disk was still flying toward us, slowly, maybe 20-mph. It flew the same way over the canal until about 300-yards away. Then it went gradually higher to about 400-yards, almost over head. It’s changing direction slightly now, moving to the opposite edge of the canal and over a point about 100-yards in front of us. It slowed, descending as it went by. It’s absurd not being aware that it’s a UFO but it never entered my mind. A UFO is exactly what we saw, the real thing. I never saw one before and this one is really close. It didn’t get closer than 200-yards to where we stood. As the craft flew by, it was perfectly circular, about 35-feet in diameter give or take five. At that height it looks bigger than, say, a full moon rising on the horizon and it’s brighter. As it moved it made a bright white glow with a hint of yellow, bright but without a strain… easy on the eyes.
No sound, I said – it was totally silent. By then there’s no noisy plane nor any road traffic being heard, no more distractions anywhere. The craft was coming down, low, slowing to a stop and moving east 100-yards toward Nubbin Slough. In five seconds it flew from high over head to where it’s hanging in the air over the levee. We saw it clearly, parked a little above the levee up a 20-degree angle. As it descended the disk-glow was harder to see the lower it came, because the angle was smaller and the glow diminishing. It came to a stop, suspended motionless in the air 100-feet past the ridge of the levee toward the lake, a distance of about 250-yards from us. The craft became dark. Two small soft lights appeared, one each side, square light images although not big as windows. They are reference lights to help us with what happened next. It’s on edge-view and I saw its silhouette, because there’s a lot of light in the haze behind it from the well lit power plant 15-miles away. The plant was under construction around the clock and covered with lights for the night shifts. It looked like a vaudeville straw hat on edge view.
The upper part of this thing was dark but showed a rectangular silhouette, flat on top, and not as wide as its base where we had seen the glow. The top is a shallow wide cylinder shape. The top part is three times thicker than the base and eight times wider than thick. The base is thinner and a third wider than the upper part… maybe 15% wider on each side than the top. I looked for how the base is connected to the top, curved or straight, but couldn’t see it. It’s a lame description but it was dark. When the craft came low and to a stop, I was thinking Now I will see what they’re doing! Without thinking UFO I knew they weren’t like us inside. This was really different. It amazes me, not realising the things I know. Like, how might I know ostensibly never having seen one before? Did they send me subconscious thoughts already? And I mean, Lake Okeechobee is a military operating area, and there are rumours we may have flying craft of similar appearance. But this craft is nothing of ours. No question, this technology is special.
Very quickly after this thought, something happened to me. I didn’t remember it clearly for weeks. What I remembered instead was, that at about this point we turned and went into the house for a few minutes, then came out to look for it again. It’s still visible, glowing over the levee about two miles down, past Nubbin toward the southeast and Indiantown. Again, we turned away with it still in view and went back into the house. The clock read 9:45. Wasn’t that something? Joe said Yeah, you know, some things just happen. He couldn’t function either, both of us were subdued. I was drained. Sitting in the house I was tired and empty of thought. I just couldn’t put two thoughts together.
I went outside looking at things again and found my vision was different. I could see really well in the dark but soon came back inside. We immediately turned in for the night without a word. Next morning it’s never mentioned by either of us, nothing. Joe never brought up anything about it, not ever. It’s awhile before I came around to it with him. Months later after remembering most of what happened, I phoned Joe about what he recalls. He said Nothing. Months after that I sat him down and probed him to see if he remembered them talking to us. All he’d say was Maybe they were talking to you. And with a grin he said They found no intelligent life here and moved on. It seems all he remembers was seeing a ‘fast moving’ light. It’s a clue …maybe he’s on different ‘time’ than me in this experience. I’d been thinking He simply didn’t want to remember. And he doesn’t want to talk about it at all. At least he knows they came, I’m thinking. He’s my witness.
We saw the most incredible event in anyone’s life experience, uncommon in all human experience, yet we lost interest in it? We turned our backs, headed inside and simply went to bed. Nothing like this could happen in normal circumstances. But there’s certainly nothing normal about these circumstances. Something very different happened that October night. After they left us I was mentally washed out, tired and just about dysfunctional. It’s the chance of a lifetime for two curious people like us, who are no pedestrians to technology and who earned educations in four scientific disciplines between us.
We could’ve done much more investigating at the time, because there were binoculars, a camera, and a 2½-inch refracting telescope all within five yards of the door from where we stood. None of it mattered. We simply couldn’t function acting on our own will. We had no initiative, none, zero. Best I could do was look and wonder. After weeks of trying, memory and the details began coming. I did it mostly while driving to work with plenty time to think. Eventually I got nearly everything back. Here’s what happened. We watched as the craft came lower, stopped, and became darker. Two small lights appeared. The craft was parked in the air just inside the levee of Big Lake maybe as close as 200-yards away. As we watched, something hit me, a marvellously happy feeling and I knew at the time it was coming from the craft. I thought THIS is a really good sign whoever they are.
The happiest feeling of anticipation had suddenly come upon me. I knew to expect something wonderful to happen between them and me. They were doing something to affect my mental state giving me a wonderful feeling of euphoria. It‘s nothing like anything I’ve ever felt, a totally joyful happy feeling beyond description. I was so glad they were here and understood, waiting for something. I dared not move a muscle although knew I wasn’t restrained. Whatever came next I wanted to be part of it. Next, I was sensing a projection of thought to me, when soon thought-speech appeared in mind in my own idiom. But there’s some fumbling, because I first heard some unintelligible words and a series of growls. I thought It’s growling at me. But it definitely seemed like a recording coming up to the wrong speed.
Sure, as in, they don’t know how to operate their ship. Much later I saw they were showing me that technology is being used. It sounded like technology was being engaged and directed to me. It’s growling, why’s that? … thinking This might become difficult… how very odd all this is. Next I heard the word…Mrep! (Visitor) Mrep, what the hell is…? With that exchange we were talking. It’s like they’re tuning on what I was getting. How could they know? Yes, they’re already reading my thought responses. We’re communicating! They’re talking with me and the warm feeling of expectation was at its height. I thought this is actually happening, happening here and right now. Right now! Wide-eyed I couldn’t believe it, thinking It’s too fantastic… they’re real, what a discovery!
A man’s voice was very friendly, saying Yes, up here. We’re here. You’re looking at us and we can see you. You hear us talking to you. We know you’re interested in us. It’s okay, we won’t harm you. (Visitor) At this exact moment Joe said Damn! Obvious excitement, because he realised he could hear them too. They’re here and they’re talking to us! But there’s a problem, I notice these speech-thoughts went by really fast for a typical English-speaking dialog. It wasn’t like two people speaking with each other, where more time is inserted between thoughts, where we allow each other time to think in the process. It was going by as a flood to grasp, near my limit. I found it difficult and didn’t want it this way, but it was also all clearly heard and understood. There was only time to respond, no time to form any questions, which may have been deliberate. It seems to account for speed of the exchange. They were deliberately pacing the exchange so we couldn’t ask them any questions.Next the voice said…We want to meet and show you around.
We do stop and show others sometimes and they have a good time. We want to be friendly.
Would you like to see everything here and have a ride? (Visitor) Immediately, a silly image of a guy popped into mind. The guy was sitting in a deckchair with sunglasses, a blue blazer, white slacks and shoes, with a captain’s cap. If this was supposed to be an image of me having a good time, it struck me as totally bogus, because I would not imagine something so ridiculous in my situation. They must have sent it. I thought nice try. But it’s also okay with me. My thought in exchange made it okay, because I obviously knew it wouldn’t be like that. It was humorous. I’m thinking now, these guys do have a sense of humour.Imagine that? I’m invited. I was so excited and thought Really! …and emphatically thought Yes! I was so happy, so excited and grinning hugely. I shot a glance at Joe. He had on his biggest smile, too, although he didn’t look at me. Quickly, I looked back to the craft feeling they didn’t want my attention anywhere else. No voice said so but I understood a thought to be…Now look here a moment. (Visitor) I replied thinking Okay …doing just that. We had switched from our explicit dialog to a direct implicit thought-flow between us; telepathy, explicitly vs. implicitly.
Between reference lights I could see a tiny spot beginning to boil and enlarge. There’s a grayish-green circular spot and it’s getting bigger. A fuzzy spot had formed and was expanding but slowly at first. It appeared to be swarming with motion and became a cloud-like image emanating from the edge-center of the craft. It was swarming in the sense that it appeared to be boiling with a lot of motion and was fuzzy to look at. It was fairly uniform. Next I saw circular arcs being traced out one at a time. The circular cloud was growing out of a tiny port on the craft. Arcs appeared at the edge of the circular cloud at twelve o’clock and moved on a curve to its center at the port. Arcs emanated from the same point-source and immediately began getting bigger, growing into a tear-shaped envelope. One of the yin-yang symbols on the South Korean flag comes to mind, the one curving left, but was narrower.
In all five or six formed, each growing onto the upper right side of the circle-like cloud. After they were all formed the cloud became more oblate, squarer with rounded corners. The envelopes formed sequentially, the first beginning from the 12 o’clock position. Each one was growing on the lower edge of the preceding one. The tear-shaped envelope is a sort of bottle. Next, I saw contents of the bottle growing from the smaller back at the edge toward its larger front at the port. It’s growing into the space rather than filling into it. This is a biological process and how it grew was amazing. The process took only a few seconds to complete each teardrop envelope of its contents. Growth would suddenly appear in discrete steps, not gradually filling within chambers of the envelope. I saw its compartments being filled in.
Each cell of the envelope is irregular in size, shape, and volume. It reminds me of compartments of a complex soap bubble, itself being formed of bubbles within the biggest bubble. The inner bubbles are the cells being filled in a flash-instant of growth. There’s a tiny pause, then the process moves to an adjacent cell. The progress of moving between cells reminds me of how water drops suddenly connect together moving down a dry surface. Just a tiny hesitation before they merge. The next one would get its space filled, and so on until the envelope was totally complete. Each cell was filled with different stuff; some of it was light, some was darker color. The only thing coming to mind that’s similar is tadpole jelly from the swamp I played in as a kid. As each envelope filled with growth, a new envelope was immediately traced out under it. It would fill and so on until all of them were complete. The envelopes developed in a clockwise stack under each other, the last one being grown at the five o’clock on the cloud-circle.
When the processing was complete the cloud-object changed its character, getting bigger much faster. It changed to greenish-yellow from gray-green …more yellow now. Next it began coming, moving rapidly down to us.It travelled the 200-250 yards in under three seconds, closer to two. I was startled to have it come so fast but I wasn’t scared. As it came, it changed the angle of descent twice. It started down steeply and changed to half the angle at half the distance. Within the last 100-feet it changed again by half the angle, arriving with a shallow slope only slightly above us as it swept in. As it came I saw the cloud was 3X taller than wide, luminous but not bright and without distinct features. That is, except for a perfect black ellipse centered in its upper third, the major axis at vertical. The cloud was symmetrical about its vertical. That is if you could fold it in half, both sides would match exactly.
The black object seemed like a tunnel in the cloud, like a big eye, but wasn’t. I searched hard as the mist approached, looking for any definition but saw no detail anywhere. The elliptical feature disappeared without me noticing as the cloud arrived. I feel it’s there merely as a focus, a diversion but nothing significant. The cloud was strange-looking, much bigger than us but wasn’t itself a creature. At its edges I vaguely recall seeing separate forms the instant it arrived, the kind of thing you can see if you don’t look directly at it. They came so fast I couldn’t focus my eyes fast enough. It’s like they’re on each side of it, the landing party of workers sent by who’s ever in charge. I’m thinking This is my chance to see something …but no way.
Another interesting point; the light cloud approached low over water, yet I saw no reflection from the water as it came. It’s low enough near the end and I should have seen it. But it didn’t happen. For a year the subtlety escaped me, as in, what’s wrong with this picture? What sort of light is that anyway?
I know that Joe saw the cloud come, too, because as it arrived he hollered No! Joe felt threatened, and anyone would trying to hold onto normal reality. Here is his only known world. Something like this has no place in ordinary life experience… does it? As the light cloud swiftly engulfed us I felt nothing different. We were immersed in a yellow mist. I struggled to see something, anything. Then looking down and to the right I saw motion. Something smaller was moving toward Joe. I saw a small person like a five-year-old shuffling past at a half-run followed immediately by another exactly like the first. I only saw them from the belly down. The glare of yellow light was masking everything. No one came toward me. They went toward Joe, standing to my right four feet away.
Besides their size I made two other observations of them. Their knees are simpler, the same thickness as their thin non-muscular legs. Their knees are nothing like our thick knobby knees. When they run they don’t lean forward enough as we do. Their backs are nearly straight. Nobody runs like they do. I’d fall down trying to run like that. I’ve imitated their posture trying to make a step but couldn’t move. I’m thinking they’re really lightweights. Their upper bodies are minimal. As I watched them go I’m thinking There’s no sidewalk over there. They loped past about three feet over the edge of the sidewalk, out over water. Their loose silvery metallic-looking clothes glowed from the surrounding mist, but less bright than the light. How many came I don’t know, I saw only two. But an interesting thought comes to mind.
I’ve seen bodies of these workers being custom grown, all six of them. A biological process happened just before they came. Seems they use such bodies to work here with us, like we wear our jeans and jacket. If it’s so, what technology! But it makes a guy speculate about what form they’d normally take, to assume biology-wear as a work suit. It’s what happened.
The mist was a nuisance, I couldn’t see much. I looked carefully at what there was to see. I remember looking at the bright yellow light source at floor level. The bright object was lighting the cloud creating the mist. It’s on the ‘floor’, parallel and even with the edge of the concrete sidewalk but beyond water’s edge about four feet.
The light’s a half-ellipse two inches high, eight inches long. It’s the mechanism making a platform under them, extending over the water where they’re working. The light had bright radials sticking up from it in the vertical plane and was located parallel to the edge of the concrete sidewalk. I saw the bigger radials of light are separated at 20-30 degree angles from each other, bright from the source and quickly becoming less distinct, fading a few inches above source.
Radials would all shift together at irregular intervals, hopping back and forth, yet holding their places and distances to each other as they all jumped to another position. My impression was, it’s compensating for load dynamics on the platform as the workers moved about.
I closely studied this light show until I understood what it’s doing. I looked up and forward into the mist thinking Now, what next? Then I felt I was going… Going? It’s really subtle. No weight off my feet or of being uplifted, but a feeling of departure, upwards. Then… blank. I was blanked for a time, because next I remember coming to, realising I’d been blanked. I was again conscious, present, feeling some air. I seemed to be back on the sidewalk where I’d been. My body was still standing there just as before. I felt the gentle air from the canal. My eyes were still closed, although I felt I could open them if I wanted but didn’t. Seems, somehow I knew we weren’t finished yet.
I heard a slow vibration, about 8-Hz, like a flutter. Then quickly it’s gently against my forehead. In a moment it went in. It’s inside my head! It was not interfering with my mind, I could still think. But I’m being buzzed by a wave, a gentle, extremely low frequency (ELF) wave… thinking What’s it doing?
ELF wave was getting harder, slowly rising in intensity and in frequency. I felt like it was charging my brain, like a capacitor, more, more, and more. It kept on increasing, the frequency going up, up, ever upwards. On and on and I’m thinking Will it ever end? …Knowing it’s going to my limit and wishing it would find it soon.
But it kept going higher, higher. How could it go so high? I wasn’t happy with the wave continuing upward. It’s tough to take but it went to an unbelievably high level before finally hitting my limit. It abruptly stopped with a pop at the top of my head. Receiving the buzz was an extremely rude experience. I was grimacing, eyes and jaws tightly clenched to withstand its powerful effect. There’s never any pain, just a force. When it ended, I got released and it doubled me over spinning me around clockwise. I saw Joe’s feet where he’d been, still standing next to me. I shouted What the hell was that? Damn!…Thinking I am back. Have I just landed on my feet? . I’m on my feet. It felt strange being back, like where had I gone? Physically I don’t feel I went anywhere.
I was zapped hard by something and was afraid, thinking Maybe I’m ruined. It’s the most physically stunning experience. I staggered around a long moment, 10- or 20-seconds, trying not to fall into the canal. I was cursing trying to get a grip on reality, trying to get my balance. Everything’s distorted, nothing making any sense as I look around. For once I’m scared, thinking I might stay this way. The wave was forceful and its release was like having grabbed a 240-volt AC line… new meaning to the word stunning. It also cleared out my thought processes but not where I live in my mind. That part was still unaffected, because I was myself the whole time. Rude as it was I still had the glad feeling like before. Maybe it’s all in friendship, and if so I’d hate to be on their other list. Good time, is it? The only thing coming to mind was that they’d given me a capacity test, taking a measurement. But Guinea pig? There’s obviously nothing else it could be.
Finally I was coming out of it, looking around for them. The disk was moving away, flying over the canal a mile to the east. It made a curious manoeuvre, a small move to the right to back over the levee. But it did so in a spiral motion, first moving left then rolling in a downward circle coming up to the right, all the while keeping its horizontal axis parallel to the ground. It’s a victory roll.. Way too odd! I’m thinking Someone’s got a real sense of humour in there. Their job clearly has some humour in it, watching me deal with effects of the Buzz. More than coincidental, the manoeuvre was for my benefit, because I understood it as a wave goodbye. The little buggars!
They had to know I was looking, like they were watching through my own eyes somehow. But what’s the relationship and why so friendly? Well, I’d actually discover why four years later. There’s more ahead about them, you’ll be impressed. It’s easy for me to see their manoeuvre, because my eyes were so slowed down. My eyes were now like a video screen, with light-paint lingering, delayed in a sort of light-smear, tracing out its path as I watched the craft circle moving back over the levee. I was thinking Fishermen at Nubbin Lock are getting a big surprise as this thing flies low over them …right …about …now. I laughed to myself about it.
Shortly later I looked toward the Nubbin again, still getting my bearings. White lights all looked very yellow now, blurred …even smeared. They’re much bigger than usual although not brighter. What seemed different was, when I moved my head, the lights smeared to over where I was now looking. Then the smear slowly faded. Also, I had tremendous night vision, almost like day. I could see everything around me, up and down the canal. Everything is clearly lit by a yellow light glow. There’s more. I also had eagle vision at will. I could will myself to have a close-up frame of any object I wanted to see. It would simply appear closer and bigger. Such total surprise! I stood looking at things in a residual yellow-light effect. I could see better by it. The light cloud was gone, of course. At the time, there were very few lights down the canal and not big. But that night they helped light up the whole canal. Otherwise it’s blackness down there when there’s no moonlight. I enjoyed my newly given ability only briefly, because we were washed out and tired.
At that point we stopped looking and went inside but soon came out, again, for another look. I saw the disk glowing brightly two miles down, still near the levee. Back inside the house it was drab, really dull and uninteresting after being outside seeing things. Artificial light so close to me inside was annoying. My vision had changed. I was sensitized to see by different light and its effect is awesome. If the Army only knew that a directed ELF produces fantastic natural night vision. Fat chance though, that they’d make anything happen like this in a hundred years. It’s modulated ELF. We sat in the house a few minutes saying nothing. I felt so different than normal, like being at arms length from myself. I could still think but I couldn’t scan-think, like in thought synthesis. It‘s the processes needed for reaching conclusions. Thoughts wouldn’t flow in that way.
Then without discussing it we headed for the bedrooms. I threw myself down on the bed and stared to the ceiling, trying to rethink what happened. In the pitch-black room my new night vision didn‘t help. I couldn’t see.Next, it’s morning …a dreamless sleep all night. Like flatline, there’s nothing in my head. I woke up rested with the event first in my mind. Again, Joe and I didn’t speak of it the whole way to Boca. It’s perfectly ridiculous, but we’re keeping the same ‘secret’ from each other. It’s too taxing to discuss, besides I only wanted to relive it privately. By that night my special night vision was gone. But my eyes played tricks concerning eagle vision. Sometimes it’s in, sometimes it’s out. It gave me problems driving, because scanning for traffic in the mirror sometimes a car seemed too close, nearly on top of me. Seconds later, it’s back to normal. The car was where it should be. It’s annoying and dogged me for days. Weeks passed. I’m rethinking the event everyday while driving. Gradually more and more came back and I wrote everything down. Finally I had it all except for being blanked. That part wasn’t recovered… if I got my ride after all.
PS: Years later someone explained to me that ELF is extraordinary stuff. It’s like my visitors used a handheld device, working up close while doing me with ELF. That’s interesting technology, because governments communicate with their submarine fleets using ELF. But there’s a difference. All our efforts need an antenna big as a football field to create such long waves.
As a result of the encounter, he wrote four books with the information they gave him and asked him to write in astounding detail. Those books are self-published on Amazon.com, but are still essentially unknown works. Simply do an author search under R. R. Giroux. The titles are:
I AM DARIUS – Awakening
I AM DARIUS – Special Knowledge
I AM DARIUS – Divine Family
I AM DARIUS – Expectations
Recently all four books have been collated into a single 8.5 X 11 volume of 562 pages titled, “The Last Prophet”. The Last Prophet is a compendium detailing the “big picture” workings and purpose of our existence and the interconnections and multiple levels of reality itself. The contents of these books provide the rationale for our lives and the answers to questions that mankind has been asking since the beginning.
This work is the ultimate UFO-Bible connection story from a modern day Enoch. It provides the background and rationale for all other historical and biblical “encounters” as well as those continuing today. The books reveal the reasons. The elegance of the truth is stunning!
Giroux is retired living in Okeechobee, Florida.. He received a BS and MS in Mathematics from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst and was a successful mathematician and statistician for over 40 years.
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