Subject: The Man Cries Wolf.                                 June 20, 2012.

  Here is information from a man called Michael Wolf who
talked about UFOs.

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From: leslie o <oliveleslee@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mind Blower! ETs / "M--12"'s Dr. Michael Wolf

Further down in the article, it will describe details of what has
been allegedly going on in s-cret between ETs and the US
G-vernment.

If this fascinating article doesn't blow your mind, I don't
know what will. The book: "Catchers of Heaven" by Dr
Michael Wolf is an amazing read.

Friends,

British investigator Chris S-oner's article (below) on Dr.
Michael Wolf, of the U.S. National S-curity Council's
Special Studies [UFO] Group, closely tracks the information
I got from my friend Dr. Wolf during our years of conversation.

- Richard B-ylan, Ph.D.

Chris St-ner Inteviews Dr Michael Wolf - Former N-A Consultant

Dr. Wolf says "I sense you want to know the truth."

I'll never forget those opening words. The voice deep and
gravelly - the delivery slow and deliberate. I had just picked
up my trilling phone. Then a pause. "I am Dr Michael Wolf. My
publisher sent me your fax."

It was an October evening in 1998. A friend had told me of
a book I should read called `Catchers of H-aven' and a little
about the background of its author. My journalistic instincts
had taken over. I immediately contacted the American
publisher D-rrance asking where I could buy this specialist
book and whether it was possible to speak with the author.
The deep voice gravelled once more. "What do you want to
know?"

So began a two year phone relationship. Over 30 hours
of conversation; 10 audio tapes worth of recorded material;
and a telephone bill to match. Perhaps, some of the most
exciting and challenging months of my life. I remember
after our first 90 minute conversation, going to bed and
being unable to sleep. I was too excited. Intuitively I
knew this man to be genuine. Like any investigative
journalist I'd dreamt of discovering my personal deep
throat'. I sensed I had found him. I knew how Bernstein
and Woodward must have felt with their Watergate.

Trust and respect were the keys to developing our
relationship. If he said, "I can't talk about this area,"
I wouldn't push. If he said, "Ask me the question
again in a few months." I would leave it a while. I
warmed to the doctor and I felt he warmed to me.
Simply put, we got on well together. He had several
annoying traits including a strong tendency to repeat
the same information over and over again.

Michael also suffered from a rambling verbal diarrhea
which would lurch back and forth between the
environment, p-litics, an ET crash retrieval and TV
soaps all in one operatic marathon sentence.
Stopping him talking to ask the next question was
often a feat in itself. At first I phoned him twice a
month - I didn't wish to outstay my welcome - then
each month and towards the end every three months.
I recorded each phone conversation however banal
and then typed the relevant information via a
computer.

The UFO information he gave me was challenging,
mind-blowing and at times quite unbelievable. He
forced me to expand my consciousness ever wider. I
knew all about the cover up, so I thought, but never
did I realise how deep and complex this deception
went. At times I refused to accept it. Not even a
Hollywood hack could write such an extreme
conspiratorial film plot. Self doubt attacked me many
times until I was able to assimilate the knowledge.
Fortunately, I had other journalists who were also
regularly speaking with Michael.

Primarily, an American, Dr Richard Boylan and an
Italian lady called Paola H-rris. I could compare notes.
I spoke with Paola various times on the phone. She
had visited Michael at his home in Hartford,
Connecticut on two occasions before ill-health had
got the better of him; taken many photographs of
the doctor; and seen some visual evidence including
a photograph of him and C-inton standing together
along with a signed letter from the P-esident
thanking him for all his work. While I never spoke
to Dr Bo-lan I regularly frequented his website where
some of the information I had been told was also written
up.

The Canadian UFO researcher, Stanton F-iedman, had
attempted to discredit Michael, which upset him
greatly, but as the doctor explained, "He wanted me to
be the smoking gun but I refused." This comment
summed up Michael's attitude. He kept repeating, "I've
signed the oath of s-crecy. I don't wish to commit
tr-ason. I can only say so much."

One sensed a man torn between the loyalty for his
superiors and country and the human desire to speak
the truth. The frustration must have been intense. For
here was no tea-boy but a top manager within the
satellite go-ernment - probably the highest ranking
member to step forward to date. A man who held so
much knowledge, so much information about the ET
reality and UFO cover up that what is written in the
feature is just the tip of a vast iceberg. UFO researcher
Linda Moulton-H-we once spoke to Michael about
the 1964 Holloman A-rforce base incident. He gave
her such a detailed and explicit answer that Ho-e's
response was, "You're too good to be true!" The
doctor never heard from her again.

One day a real X-Files incident occurred. One which
helped me understand Michael's general reticence.

Being head of MJ-2s Al-hacom Team, a research
group set up to catalogue, study and evaluate the
different ET r-ces in the universe, I was naturally
curious to learn more. One day I asked him about the
ra-e on Mars. Having read Courtney Brown's book
on his remote viewing experiences where these
ETs are mentioned, I was interested to know if they
actually existed. The response was immediate - the
tone one of incredulity verging on anger. "I can't
tell you about them!"

"Why?" I asked, slightly hurt - a knee-jerk reaction -
all respect briefly gone.

Then I discovered the reason.

Every phone conversation was monitored by his
superiors. I was on candid camera - being tested. If
I asked a question which Michael was not allowed to
answer a red light would flash. No light and he could
proceed. Now I understood why he kept repeating
himself. A smoke-screen to stop me from asking too
many awkward questions. Mars was a definite no-no!
Michael was a willing puppet for the satellite
gov-rnment. Their mouth-piece to test the waters of the
'deceived' world. The doctor explained that he and
his superiors would regularly chat about which
information to leak and which was out of bounds.
Concerning the Monolith (see feature) he said with
a tinge of rebelliousness, "They chewed me out
over that one. I wasn't supposed to discuss it!"

One triumph came when he began talking about the
Altaran rac-. Over a period of four months I had
gently, gradually, nudged him to offer me details.
He had hinted at these ETs in the early phone-call
days.
During the conversation he suddenly said in an
elated tone, "I'm surprised I'm being allowed to
tell you this information." Perhaps, the red light
was stuck on green. Out poured the knowledge he
and his A-phacom Team had accumulated. There
was a sense of relief almost joy in his voice. Like a
dog let loose from its lead. A tiny slither of
frustration released.

Another time I asked him about an ET crash/retrieval
incident. "Hold on I'll find out," he replied. He put
the phone down. Some minutes later the doctor
returned. "I've just checked the list. No, it wasn't
that date. It occurred a year later." Michael explained
that in his safe was the official satellite gov-rnment
crash/retrieval list going back to 1941.

His health was a constant factor.

Some times he would be too ill to talk. On one occasion
he sounded almost paranoid. "The C-bal - they're
trying to k-ll me!" he groaned.
His GP had put him on a new drug and his body was
abreacting to it.
On other occasions he sounded alert and well. Excited
to be able to discuss further revel-tions. Towards the
end I was privy to his personal life. I chatted to
Michael's lovely fiancee and heard about their future
plans for marriage. Wonderful that a terminally ill man
was still planning ahead.

The last time I spoke to him was in late July 2000. He
sounded gravely ill and could only muster a few
sentences. I sensed his time was near. In August Michael
was moved to a hospice. On September 18th 2000 he
d-ed.

The doctor was not afraid of de-th. The ETs he worked
alongside in underground bases like Area 51 and Dulce
told him that our bodies are merely containers for the s-ul.
When people di- their consciousness simply passes
into another dimension. The greatest lesson I learnt
from him was to always keep an open mind. However
extreme or absurd the information may sound. As Arthur
C. Clarke once said, "The only way to discover the
limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the
impossible." I feel privileged to have known Dr Wolf. A
unique, courageous and extraordinary man. And I hope
the seekers of truth will honour him with the respect
and gratitude he so richly deserves.

Part 1.

John Winston.   johnfw@mlode.com