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Date: Sat, 28 Mar 1998 01:14:25 +0000
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Subject: {90} part 3 - United Kingdom UFO Network
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[W 11]******
Source: Teletext (ITV text service)
Date: Saturday 14th March 1998
Flaming objects over California
The sun had just set when the sky over Northern California was
filled with flaming objects falling to the ground.
Traffic came to a halt on Interstate 80 and police were flooded with
calls about a possible plane crash.
But a spokesman confirmed it had turned out to be "the king of all
meteor showers" - a 200 mile swath stretching from Sacramento to
Monterey.
uk.ufo.nw says: Although the Teletext date of publication is 14th
March 1998 and the reports are usually from the previous week we
have no specific date for this 'shower'. Is there anyone out there
that can pinpoint a date for us and perhaps forward a fuller report?
[W 12]******
Source: The Fort Worth Star Telegram newspaper
Publish date: 18th March 1998
UFO cult says God will speak on all TVs March 24th at midnight One
week before God materializes March 31 in Garland, Texas, taking the
physical form of a Taiwanese UFO cult leader, he will broadcast live
at midnight on Channel 18, a spokesman for the group said yesterday.
"It doesn't matter whether it's cable TV or regular broadcast TV,"
said Richard Liu of the God and Buddha Salvation Foundation.
The TV set doesn't even need to be switched on when the clock
strikes 12 next Tuesday, said Liu, a former English literature
professor and poet who now speaks for Chen Hon-Ming, the group's
silver-haired spiritual leader.
"God will turn on the television sets and tune each TV in every
house to Channel 18," Liu said.
That's every set "in all the Americas" - North, South and Central,
he said.
And although most members of the Taiwanese cult speak only Chinese,
God will be communicating in English, Liu said. The spokesman
clarified that God will be heard, but not seen. The screen will be
filled with pictures of Garland's leafy Ridgedale Drive where Chen
has predicted God, assuming Chen's own outward appearance, will
appear March 31, clone himself and speak any language.
"God also will tell people how they should prepare themselves for
his arrival," Liu said of the broadcast. "We don't have any further
details."
The Taiwanese, who number about 110 adults and 50 children, began
arriving in the Dallas suburb last fall after Chen decided that
Garland would be the spot where God would descend. To them, it
sounds like "God-land," he explained at a December news conference.
Chen's prophecies include a nuclear holocaust in parts of Asia with
God manning a flying saucer to shuttle between the continent and
Gary, Ind., saving lives
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A FEARFUL SYMMETRY
A TRUE STORY OF ALIEN INTRUSION INTO HUMAN LIVES
By D. Lynne Bishop
A FEARFUL SYMMETRY Copyright 1995 by D. Lynne Bishop
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First Printing September 1995
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CHAPTER 12
As the hypnosis session drew to a close, I pondered the new
information that had been unearthed. The memories I had consciously
recalled prior to the regression had not altered under the hypnotic
trance, and the additional data had fit concisely into a cohesive
whole. The proof of this encounter was based not only on anecdotal
memories, but was substantiated by physical evidence: the pain in my
hands and body, the pulled threads in the bedsheets, and the stain on
my nightshirt.
As I contemplated the weight of the physical evidence, I recalled
one other piece of substantiating information that had lain forgotten
in my mind: the dog had been ill for several days following the
encounter. She had eaten nothing unusual at home that could account
for her ailing, yet she had been lethargic and sick at her stomach.
The images I had seen during the regression, coupled with her
illness, strongly suggested she had been an accidental tourist during
this abduction. I was very disturbed by this possibility--taking
innocent pets by design or by accident outraged me. With a fiendish
delight, I hoped she had torn the aliens' ship apart and spilled
every garbage can they had on board.
On the return trip home, my husband, Jack, Mary, and I talked
excitedly about the abduction phenomenon. We all realized what an
opportunity lay before us--particularly if my abductions were to
remain on a conscious level. Jack and Mary owned a videocamera, and
could attempt to catch an abduction on film. My husband and I, while
not owning a camera ourselves, could easily borrow my brother's.
With eager anticipation, we planned the method by which at least one
of us might obtain proof on camera. Full of optimism, we parted that
day--certain that soon we would obtain incontrovertible proof of the
reality of the aliens--proof that could be shared with others.
Several days passed, and we checked regularly with Jack and Mary to
see if anything had occurred. My brother's camera was on loan to
his older daughter, but he assured us we could borrow it as soon as
she returned it. In the meantime, the evidence from Jack and Mary's
camera was slow in arriving. We shared their laughter as they
described the boredom of watching hours of film containing nothing
but themselves sleeping.
A week passed by in relative calm, and I became lulled by the
sameness of the daily routine. The night hours remained a time of
unrest for me; a dark mystery housing the potential of that altered
reality I had come to dread. Insomnia had become my permanent
bed-partner.
The last weekend in November passed without further incident, and my
husband and I made plans to borrow my brother's camera for the
following weekend. I felt strengthened by my resolve to take
positive action against the unseen foe--and also felt a new sense of
control over my reactions to the phenomenon. It was a heady
combination-- and too good to last.
Monday, the 30th, was one of those days where you fervently wish
you'd stayed in bed. Nothing went right at my job, and by workday's
end, I was tired and disgruntled. After a quiet supper, my husband
began flipping channels on the television with the remote control.
Irritated, I decided I would go to bed, to escape the strangled
sounds of the changing channels. My husband joined me sometime
later, and he easily fell asleep. I dozed fitfully on and off,
watching the digital clock as the hours leisurely strolled by, and
the first seconds of December 1 were heralded.
At 1:00 A.M., I was completely awake and alert. Suddenly, with no
warning, a wave of lethargy overcame me, and my eyes closed--as if
an unseen force had sapped every atom of energy I possessed. My
world spiraled inward as my sense of hearing disappeared, and I lost
contact with my husband and the dog. Panicked and paralyzed, I
struggled against the invisible bonds that held me tightly in
check--knowing it was futile, but determined to try.
I will never know what that alien presence felt that night--if it
felt at all--as it disdainfully lifted the covers off my will-less
body, lying there like a sacrifice upon an unconsecrated altar.
Prolonging a soul-deep agony, the creature removed each blanket,
one-by-one. And I counted them, one-by-one, praying the alien
life-form would not reach the last one . . . praying that
someone--something---would intervene before that creature and I had
no barrier between us.
My prayer lay fallow on the bedroom floor, as I arose from the bed,
devoid of will--a marionette played by a master puppeteer. With my
emotions clamoring inside, I was relieved when my consciousness
finally faded to black.
Struggling back to consciousness, my first clear view encompassed
the gray back of an alien, gliding purposefully a few steps before
me. The long-fingered hand of another alien rested lightly upon my
right shoulder, and I could barely discern with my peripheral vision
the shape of its owner, walking slightly behind me to the right. We
were moving through a curved hallway, the walls and floor a
ubiquitous gray color. Two arched doorways stood before us. As we
neared the first door to the left, the alien in front of me entered.
I paused, unsure of my destination. With an overwhelming concern, I
thought, "But I don't know where I'm supposed to go. Which door am I
supposed to enter?" Within my head, the answer came, "Continue to
the second door." I moved forward again, relieved to have an answer.
Somehow I had been told the first door led into the pharmacy area;
the second into the examination room.
My thoughts in a tumult, and powerless to object, I stepped into the
second room. Haziness engulfed my senses as I passed the threshold,
and I blacked out. I awoke to find myself prone on a table--another
sacrificial altar-- and facing a doorway. In mounting horror, I
stared, wide-eyed, as one of the gray's entered the room,
approaching the table where I lay unable to move. The nonhuman
creature held an object in its hand, and as it neared my feet, my
fears overwhelmed me. Closing my eyes, I mentally drifted away.
After an unknown passage of time, I regained consciousness. To my
surprise, I was now in a large circular room with two tiers. In the
center of the room was a large, raised platform that contained a
tube- or cage-like structure, surrounded by a metal railing, with
ramps leading down either side to the floor below. There were two
doors on the left-hand wall below the platform.
Dazedly coming to my senses, I realized I was standing in this
cage-like structure. Frantic, I ran around the inside perimeter,
looking vainly for an exit. The metallic structure appeared to have
openings at regular intervals, but some strange force prevented my
exiting the holding cage. As I desperately sought a way out of the
tube, I saw innumerable aliens coming and going through the doors
below. I slowed my frantic run to a steady pace, and noticed several
aliens standing below the platform, watching my movements. No
emotion flickered across their impassive faces; no pity registered
in their staring, black, endless eyes.
Feeling like a caged animal in a zoo, I came to a dead halt within
the confining tube. Exhausted emotionally and physically, I angrily
stomped toward one of the openings--and easily passed through it. My
performance had come to an end, as far as I was concerned. I would
not "jump through the hoop" for these inhuman creatures anymore. I
stepped onto the platform, toward the railing, and watched in
consternation as the aliens began departing the room.
The sense of abandonment I felt struck like a physical blow.
Forlorn and bereft, I raced toward the ramp leading down to the
doors, intent on catching one of the entities. I had to let them
know I was human--not one of them- -and they couldn't just leave me
there.
As my foot touched the ramp, I was accosted by my "Oriental" alien.
Physically barring my entry onto the ramp, he reached toward me with
his alien hands. I mentally cried out to him, "Please don't forget
to take me home!", and he hugged me. Engulfed in that hug that broke
the language barrier and spanned the gap between two distinct life-
forms, I was comforted in a manner as ancient as the world. With a
child's wonderment, I watched in awe as he transformed before my
eyes--once an alien, now a tall, dark-haired older man. I sensed an
abiding humor in his response to my heartfelt plea, "These humans . .
. as many times as we've dealt with them, and they never seem to
learn."
My head swam, and I blacked out again. With no transition noted
from the altered state to present reality, I was once again awake, in
my bed. My husband's respirations came very faintly from beside me,
and the dog lay quietly at our feet. With the hairs on the nape of
my neck standing up, I slowly turned my head to glance at the digital
clock by the bedside. It read 2:37 A.M. After several moments spent
in calming myself, I heard my husband move in his sleep, and the dog
snuggled deeper into the blankets at the foot of the bed. On edge, I
watched the clock as the hours slowly passed and night faded into
daybreak.
While my husband and I prepared for work that morning, I related
what had transpired that past evening. The encounter had left me
depressed, and I had difficulty in expressing the elements that had
caused my deep sadness. Having been raised a "military brat," I had
grown up under the stricture of giving only "name, rank, and serial
number" to the enemy. With human beings, this motto could easily be
applied, but in dealing with telepathic creatures, it had no meaning.
My private thoughts and feelings had been used to manipulate me, and
I felt raped. I had, at least, been hugged afterward--but for what
purpose? What astounding secrets could I divulge about the human
race--and why would these entities be so intent on gathering
information? None of it made sense.
Alien Humour
============
Do you know what comes from outer space, and has Three Testicles?
E.T: The Extra Testicle!!
--
Two Aliens in Detroit
Two Aliens land in Detroit, next to a Gas station. The Aliens waddle
out of their ship and look around. The first thing they see that
resembles a being is the Gas pump. The two Aliens approach. The
first one says "Earthling take me to your leader!"
He gets no response. The first Alien looks at his buddy then
addresses the pump again. "Earthling, I said Take me to your leader!"
Still no response. The first Alien then turns to the second and says
"If this Earthling doesn't show me some respect I'm going to blast
him!" . The second Alien replies "O.K. but, I'm just going to stand
down on the next block." The first Alien looks a little puzzled, but
waits for the other to waddle to the next block. He then addresses
the pump a third time. "Earthling take me to your leader!"
No response. The Alien then pulls out his ray-gun and shoots the
pump. After the explosion the Alien gets up dusts himself off then
goes down the block to his buddy, He then says to the second Alien
"If you knew that was going to happen why didn't you warn me?"
The second replies "I didn't know what was going to happen, but I'm
not going to mess with anyone who's pe**s can hang to the ground,
wrap around his body twice, and still stick it in his ear!"
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