In all the years before our experience I would never have guessed, sitting in a field or wandering through the woods, who and what watched me. I had no idea as I knelt to idly scoop a handful of dry soil, and watched as the wind blew it powder like from my palm. In the tall dry stalks of dead  grass , something very alive was witness.

look closely below my ear to the left is a childs head cradled in hands the ear is facing us, it has a leathery appearance and there may be a face above them semi hidden in the shadows.

Within walls of trees and brush, and paths, there was more than just eyes marking my passing,  curious at something they silently read in me.   Long after all the posturing of youth has faded I’m sure, in some mind so alien that defies understanding , yet one almost comforting in its familiarity,the bold play of a boy still echoes humorously.

I sense that, possibly when cars and apartments, and schedules came to claim me, they missed the soft padding of my feet and panting of breath that signaled the exit from my world and my unknown entrance into theirs.    Earth, air, fire, and water are not just the stuff our world is made of,  but the surface and sustenance of theirs as well, a beautiful  playground crafted, not only the new kids on the block struggling for ages  still trying to escape puberty, but those as well with an older claim,who could see the magic ,the life  in each pebble and vine.

I would never have guessed that the viewable  past was reflected, not in cold, flat recorded ghosts scenes forever sentenced to replaying themselves for those able to see, but instead in the form of countless beings who only rest silently, denying us their presence, their communication because they are in their hollow eyes and the short memories of men long forgotten.  Souls waiting to be remembered acknowledged once again.

I would not have realized the sky was alive  not only with the microscopic organisms that enter us with each breath, but with beings far more skilled than the Chameleon, in their secretive existence. Countenances inscrutable, their brief moments on film are a mystery that only they, in their time, will allow us closure or solution to.  We can only hope we are prepared  for whatever likelihood the moment  brings.

As among our own society they have their monsters. This you can be sure of,  but also the pleading in their retched state can be mistaken.  Some may bear tools of destruction while  others may carry a lifeless child or the agony of a love stilled within their hearts in its youth.  It may be that we are closer to them than we think, that they are not beyond humor or compassion.

What of those that are captured in almost cartoon character like playfulness, that press their frolic through the leaves and into the cameras face, showing us possibly that there is not only the thinnest of veils between the formal boundaries, and our limits,  but similar motivations that  press them as well into action.  Since this study began, my beliefs have not narrowed but grown, and in acceptance I see the hand of God, not hidden but predominant in it all.    If in such a short time we’ve learned so much, what wonders still lie ahead?

just some of the group, who is lying on the pavement i dont have a clue,

In our style of photography we are not  aware of much of what is found till later. If we were able to linger in spots for four to five hours of time, our photos would be better, but of what? Nothing is going to stand in its place, knowing your setting up your tripod for a picture of it, nothing that lives with the illusion it is hidden and wants to stay that way.  I’ve watched investigators drag out their high dollar tripods and cameras, talking at the back of their vehicles,  like they are at a still life spot to photograph, a building,or a geographical feature.

one of the great experiences in this study, is the memory of a sighting, not photographic clues from a mystery,

But these sort of actions are ill advised when you are  hunting something, and that’s really what we’re doing right?   We’re trying to catch something on film that may not even have  the semi predictable instincts of an animal, yet could  function from a separate, possibly system of reactions. So, our movements, especially at night in the field, especially when in a small group, should be mobile.  There are many things we’ve captured on film that I would not have wanted to be near very long. We should  not be wandering from the camera to the truck. Our attention should not be divided between the possible subject in our proximity and tinkering with gadgetry .

If possible, we should wear some article of clothing that has multiple pockets, keeping what you need at hand. This allows you to keep your focus partially on the area your in as you change batteries and other necessary adjustments along the way.  To get back to the point, there are lots of things near us that we’re unaware of, yet we do capture, as they examine us at a distance.   We can’t assume that all these are Greys with their mind reading abilities or Nordics with their affection for the human race. Visualize the night as a zoo type environment only weirder. There are not just the humanoids to deal with.

When you visit a place, do you generally take your dog? Some can, I’m sure, and do. The point is, once you decide to move somewhere, you not only would bring your animals but you’d bring your plants you tend and all the things that make you,you.  If the human race planned to take a semi arid planet as our own own, capable of growth, one that could be turned green again, of course we’d do it.  We’d take as much common to our planet as we could things beneficial to us, that we’ve found make our world livable for us.

Well, for any other migrating species on an exodus of their own, wouldn’t those same sort of plans be likely?  If planning to exist on our world, wouldn’t they seek to alter it, fine tune it for their best existence upon it?   Maybe there is too much sun light here allowed through the clouds. It’s   possible certain of their plants or forms of life native to their world could be responsible for its allowance of sun, responsible for the density of their atmosphere. They could release spores or similar sprays that float up into the atmosphere, building it, just as plants create oxygen here on earth.  Those types of plant and life forms would be very beneficial to bring along, especially if they were tested here and found capable of entering the flora here and not only surviving, but eventually having a dominant role.

On earth everything is involved in a complex weave, one to some degree relying on the success of another.  Even lizards, mammals and fish rely on certain plants for food. Some feed on  the other forms of life  that come to these areas themselves for food and water.  Possibly, the Earth is not alone in that, and these traveling races  might bring, as well, these compliments to their system. They could be like Noah, bringing  their lost planets seeds of life. If we believe a man and his family in antiquity created a vessel large enough to house such a collection of life, then sure we have to give beings capable of galactic or dimensional travel the the same capability.

There are lots of questions in the study of UFO’s. One is why have they been here so long yet stayed for the most part out of sight? Why have they not revealed themselves? Surely a group, supposedly trying to take over our world as many think, would have acted after hundreds if not thousands of years. The answer might be, because they are still not ready.  Perhaps they are more patient than we could ever imagine, having ages ago all agreed to a plan they knew might  take generations or centuries to bring to fruition.

They know their control over us as well as our world must come in minimal steps.  How often do you not just walk through nature talking over its beauty, but sit down amidst it examining the same plants and insects you remember as a child?   Every year, maybe every day, we fall more and more under the hypnotic spell of our marvels.  Children use devices that our parent’s heroes used on the outer space adventures. Flights into space for high paying thrill seekers are not a fantasy any longer.  All this, almost abject, worship we lavish on our toys works in a way that could be beneficial to them also.

another object unseen, but recorded

If you want to accomplish something in war, on the football field, in a magic show, you sometimes use a diversion of some kind. you use one that blinds the opposition to your real cause.  The loss of certain creatures in our ECO system could be as devastating as the the introduction of theirs. The loss of honey bees etc., the sudden death of large numbers of fish and birds, certain species  of them, could be just a fine tuning for a day when our losses are much more than that.

If you wanted slowly to seed a planet with your growth and your insects and your aquatic life, could this be easily done in front of a species in touch with their world, involved with it, noticing even minute changes,or would it be easier to pull it off against a people out of touch with it,  a species that show a cold indifference to it?

Families entertained themselves in outdoor activities in the past. They ate outdoors, camped, hiked and vacationed with a focus to” ENJOY THE GREAT OUTDOORS”.  There were educational shows like the undersea world of  Jacques Cousteau, Arther C. Clark’s mysterious world. etc. The Disney channel featured outdoor stories. That was before they became a factory transforming 15 year old girls into slightly different versions of Lindsey Lohan.     Now we consider  reality TV shows of different examples of our worst behavior as entertainment, with shows about cheating housewives competing for the GOLDEN globe award.   It’s like a constantly improving impression of Ivan Sanderson’s Oints. These were the beings he  suggested might have to come to a point in their evolution where they had become abysmally stupid and/or possibly mad.

We have turned on our past,  being so attracted to future, to our next moment with that game on line, to our next essential text, one of dozens a day.  Many of us go about our daily schedule with a machine in our hand much of it. All the things we were taught that were bad, are the mainstays of the idols we follow in this existence, locked deeply in the enchantment of our toys.  Just how often is your face down, staring into a screen?  When you do look up to fulfill the responsibilities we each have,  how quick is the headlong run back  to this nearly oblivious condition? You can say “lighten up, maybe you, Richard, you need to get real, it’s what the world is doing”.   There you have it. The statement spoken or not is true. It’s what the world is doing. The question is with the world this busy, just what are we missing?

inverted image of my sketch, a giant packing home his tropheys,

There are many new images to explore with you, yet sometimes when searching for one in particular, something catches my eye in another that I never considered before. It is so striking that it must become an immediate priority.  These are powerful and focused and in these situations.  I’ve learned to trust my instincts. Only rarely do they amount to a wild goose chase. These are good as well, because once they are proven to be without worth, the end result, the search for truth has still been achieved .

Some of these new discoveries are no reason for celebration. This, I believe is one of those.

Look across the nighttime scene only minutely revealed in the cameras flash,  but what is caught in that second of time.  The grasses beginning their slow death wave in the nights breeze. Waste high, they are beautiful against the backdrop of bushes and trees.   Every few feet, further out, the difference between bush and grass becomes less distinguishable. Finally the forms of  greenery that meet the base of the trees some distance out, are completely lost from view. This is a line of small trees, maybe 20 to 30 yards out. Standing at their base you would only be half as tall.

a description a guide

woman heavy curly hair her face showing through dont you see it,

The image is lightened and a faint white shape is revealed, possibly mottled.  It is the opening, head high, between two trees.  There seems to be a shape in the position, a head would assume on top of a torso. We are guessing it a torso because of its proportion and because what seems like an arm extends away from it.  This assumption is only strengthened by the shapes, the details on what may be a head.  First there are two dark hollows or shadowed indentations, rather jack-o-lantern in appearance.

through the opening in the trees a light colored figure as tall as the small trees around it holds a shape of some kind in its hand

A nose doesn’t jump out, but the area that could be considered for the mouth has a  jagged  horizontal slash that looks menacing. What has brought us back to this image ?   It’s the remaining detail presently missed. Sometimes interpretation comes from odd spots inside us, ones of fear. It can blind us to the facts we are too afraid to consider and thrust other less potent ones on us.

In this case I was absorbed by the presence.  The surroundings meant little compared to the possible humanoid at the images center.  I considered what I thought might be animal, held in its hand, something in the dog or cat range, which may have been a comfort in comparison to the  identification I was now making.

There was pink or a flesh colored shade in 3 spots close together. I studied these, blowing the area up again only this time I walked away from the screen, turned and looked and saw a face. It was sandwiched between two dark wavy surfaces, darker than the gloom on either side of them, yet consistent with the appearance of thick wavy or dark curly hair.  There was a forehead, a nose and lips opened in an “O” that fit perfectly on the  face that I felt was nearly obscured with curls.  There was even a curve to the shirts neckline and a faint outline I felt comfortable referring to as a body.

The only problem in the identification stage was that it seemed hanging in the air at an angle, one that was impossible, unless the body was supported somehow in a harness or in the grip of something.  But  if the light colored thing with the frightening face was what held her, then there had to be a considerable difference between them in size. To hold her by one arm that high off the ground would call for size and enormous strength. I understand that to take this line of thought further should call for a counselor at the least , and that would be the case if the subject of gianthuman like beings has never been seriously considered or proven Biblically and historically.   But their existance has been a matter of record for some time.

a crop from the larger image, i used black to outline the figures ,, can you see the face and thick hair all about it yet?

“In those days there were giants in the earth”.   If that sentence had been framed in our age, it would doubtlessly be talking about the great men and women of our age, but in the time long before Christ lived, in the time when the lives of men were not measured by 6 to 10 decades, but sometimes hundreds of years, when the Watchers came down to men and stole away women to be their own, there were giants.   The offspring of these first unions were monstrous in size  and plagued the earth and mankind who became their food when they could no longer produce enough sustenance for them. It was the extraordinary man, Enoch, who carried the verdict of God to their fathers, a judgement of destruction.

One was taken to the desert and placed in a large hole with rocks on his head imprisoning him. When the other  Angels who served out a portion of Gods punishment were done, there truly were Giants in the earth.   Later in the Bible Moses sends spies into the land of Canaan to gauge the enemies strength,  they return in fear saying “All the people we saw in it were men of great stature. And there we saw the Nephilim, the sons of Anak, descended from the Nephilim: and we seemed to ourselves as grasshoppers, and so did we to them” (Numbers 13:32-33).

The flood is supposed to have cleansed the earth, removed these tormentors from man, but they lived on in small groups still being encountered all the way up to the days of David.  Goliath was not the last of the giants.

sketch of a giant, one of those the flood slew

There are records all the way into the twentieth century of their numerous  graves being found, and even examples in our age of living men who physically towered over us.    The chance for large Alien life immediately grows with each account read.  If our earth could, for centuries, sustain so many examples, why not another?     Why aren’t we as familiar with the  history of giants  here as we are with those of the different Indian tribes, and the Vikings whose settlement failed  for reasons we’ll never be completely sure of?  Why all these accounts  supposedly by credible sources, and no material evidence at hand? Well there has been a few examples in our time.

One of which was; Robert Pershing Wadlow,  born  Feb-22 1918,  and dying  July 15th, 1940,  The Gentleman Giant.  There are photographs and Medical records  that prove his existence  and discuss in detail the illness that caused his growth..

Maybe the problem is because History, quite honestly, has a selective memory, one influenced by many things such as  political and definitely Religious morays.  Even the Bible, one of our most revered texts, comes in a number of forms with differences. Take for instance Enoch, the book bearing his name, meant apparently to be among the others but is excluded from the bible.   Yet, you find his name is mentioned in Jude 1-14, in Hebrews and in the very first book of the Bible, Genesis.  He was a man who was so upright in the sight of God that he was called to heaven without ever having to suffer the pain of death.  He was a man of flesh and blood who read decrees of punishment on Angels and was taken on a tour of heaven and earth,even shown the paths taken by the Angels.

Just out of sight, in the dark , behind a treeline the figure stands holding its ?

the face of a giant

What would have been found lacking in such a book?  What could have been passed on to us from such a man, that the the world needed shielding from?   Maybe it was the time in which he lived. In those days when there truly were Giants in the earth, and the reason for their existence was the fall of a group of angel like beings placed to protect us.  Maybe it is because of the details about the transgression of the angels against man and God.   Maybe they felt certain facts  and descriptions  from the book would confuse us like descriptions of the glorious fires in heaven meant, with the other marvels, to be indicators of Gods greatness, or fire in heaven that the simple people of those times might mistake for the flames of punishment in hell. This was a truth, but a frightening one that might drive away believers in fear,

There were converts who’s coins could not be lost.   So, the trimming down of religion began by trimming away what was repellant and adding  just enough to attract a world of pagans like rituals and vestments, and trinkets of God glistening in what more resembled temples, than tabernacles.  They instituted the praying to saints and the virgin Mary, fashioned after examples of pagan Gods. The simple man left his one room dwelling of straw and mud to kneel in the midst of treasures, to hear what the church  had crafted for him from the whole of christian records at their hands.

This is only one example of the suppressed.  There are truths we are not supposed to know, ones that these organizations could not silence like the fact that Crusaders raped and pillaged on their way to the holy wars, and even in rare occasions committing cannibalism, the horrible deaths linked with the inquisition, and the misdeeds of governments in modern times.  In the view of the open minded, aware of the vaults and warehouses full of secrets we will never see, is it that difficult to believe these finds of giant bone have been descended upon, gathered up, and stored away?  There is also a rumor that the Smithsonian Museum took a cruise out onto the Atlantic Ocean, in a large barge loaded with artifacts and emptied its contents into the sea.

Rumor?  When we hear reports of large aliens,  why must we immediately  hoist one corner of our mouth locking it in a dubious smile?  Something to think on, we believe large numbers of people are abducted each year, and there’s really nothing to suggest this hasn’t always been the case.  So bearing that in mind what would make the giants of those times any less interesting, any less a candidate for abduction or experimentation? Would their seed  be of any less us to them?

In what might seem a  wild scenario, could the larger of these beings spotted near UFO’s, in our time merely be giant descendants of the Nephilim, taken from the dusty rock littered plains, stalking the skies instead, still carrying out the original aim of their kind?

Richard Carter

Below is a list of races found in biblical records:

Kenites

Nephilim

Kenizzites

Kadmonites

Hittites

Perizzites

Rephaims

Amorites

Canaanites

Zuzims

Emins

Zebuzites

Hivites

Anakims

Horims

Aviums

Caphtorims

Zamzummins

This isn’t to say that all of these people were giants, but that the race of giants was among each.

There was a story about an incident in 1952, U.S. Pvt. Sinclair Taylor had the experience while on guard duty. This took place at Camp Okubo in Kyoto Japan. The Pvt heard a loud flapping sound and scanning the sky found what first appeared to be a large bird in the moonlight. It came closer and he put a round in his rifle.

The thing in the air watched the Pvt. for a few moments, not coming closer, then continued its descent. He could see a man like body, one 7 ft tall or more . It’s wingspan from his position seemed very near the height. As it made contact with the ground he emptied his Rifle. When he checked to see the condition of his target, if he’d struck it, it was gone.

The Sargent of the Guard investigating the gun fire told him he believed his story and that a year earlier another Guard had seen the same thing. In a singular case it would have less impact and believability. There is also the point that military personnel, like Police officers, are not likely to discharge their weapons in a haphazard way. There is a stringent set protocol for their use, and the bearer of the weapon is responsible for each round fired.

TENGU sometimes 6 to 8ft tall , and often bearing weapons of their own they were a formidable creature to meet.

There is also the fact that in Asia, these winged figures are more common than you’d think. Ufologist Don Worley also related a tale from Earl Morrison, who was among the First Marine Division in Vietnam. His story is of the same eerie sort, a winged object that once closer, could be identified as a humanoid figure. In this case the soldier claimed it was woman, a naked woman, completely black, hair, skin, wings all the same, yet there was the added feature of a greenish glow about her. It illuminated her in the night.

She flew directly over them, blotting out the moon for a moment, and then surprisingly, once 10ft away they could hear the flapping of her wings, something they had not heard before. She was watched as she flew away towards their encampment. Among the details of this story is the fact that she was completely silent when approaching and over them, and then heard leaving. This seems to point towards an effect she may have used on them. It could also be their shock, initially blocking the recognition of such sound out.

a Tengu, in a classic scene, it stealing someone away

As Lori was reading aloud about these it reminded me of something I’d stumbled on in studying the background and beliefs associated with many of the Martial Art traditions I was interested in decades ago. Among some of the books on swordsmanship,a figure reappeared. It was called a Tengu. Samurai were Pictured rushing into rooms to attempt to save women and children who were being carried away. Sometimes the Tengu had weapons as well, but the image of these bird were like men or demons? This was confusing in a book otherwise meant for instruction. Honestly though it was interesting. I gave it little further thought.

In the last three years a lot of what I’ve been looking at during the examination of photos should have made it seem quite relevant, though. The Tengu, winged humanoids of some importance in Asian mythology, also, at times, are given historic credit. In the 18^th and 19^th centuries the Tengu were regarded as the vigilant protectors of certain forests. This was mentioned by the peasants who more often traveled them. .

They are supposed to have the ability to teleport, use of telepathy, have premonitions, and thought projection. They could invade minds, sometimes causing madness. It was also reported that they could shape-shift. They stole away women and children in the night. There is also a similarity to the large owls mentioned in abduction literature. The Tengu were seen at times as large birds and owls. They were like the Moth-man harbingers of doom, described as cursed humans, demons, or a separate race of beings. There is, among the Japanese, as much a familiarity with the tengu as the western world has with Angels.

The world over the frightening stories of winged figures seen by old and young, and the modern accounts from Air-force bases of all places, should grab our attention. What were the soldiers mentioned earlier in these Asian countries dealing with? Is it too free an association on my part to compare the two, or is it a voice from the past trying to show us a reality. Is it one, that like many extraordinary tales, is misaddressed and ruled of little consequence among the other mysteries of mythology?

(Tengu art by Richard Carter)

This is the first image of three, in this one you are looking at the sky directly overhead,  It is very dark no stars visible.   The edge of my hood is  in the bottom right corner.

There should be nothing overhead, the only awnings in town are near the highschool entry way, and up on the town square.

Were not near either, a good 60 to 80 yards from the highschool in the road, we are taking  pictures directly overhead just as a curiousity to see if we catch odd lights passing over,, they are quite regular here.

There in the second photo you see the lightened image,,,, the sky ?as it has apeared to the digital camera  often ,,This surface is far

too matte like,,, too in consistant with the clouds that brew below a storm..  we even the thought this yellow could be lights reflecting on the bottom of the cloud layer  but it doesnt seem right, we arent that close to intense light.   In the next  image  whatever surface is above us strays to one side too far,,,,, it has a edge like a tarp.. And what is revealed above it is not the stuff clouds are made of.

The third photo is its own explanation,, you dont look in the garage for clouds,, and you sure dont look for hidden metal in the sky  but as in many cases lately ,, thats exactly what you find,,           Theres no need for an elaborate explanation about it,,  We dont know who is responsible,, what is, but it seems men are most likely .     What do you say when you get the picture of the edge of something over your head , and a small glimpse of the guts beneath it,,  The yellow object  looks possibly  flexible    ,, its edge ,,,,,,,,,   This looks designed to mask the body of the aircraft from below,, to allow whoever the crew is the chance to move among cities and neighborhoods unnoticed.    It would hide stalkers that might have the ability to  exit craft by rope, and leave the smallest traces  of their presence  afterwards.   What could such a group accomplish in a neighborhood with their transportation all but invisible to the ground?

below is the image of the concealed area

what we believed to be sky overhead, was dangerously close to us a blind for something else

About us ,

Another year is almost past, One in which we’ve struggled and gloried in our families trials and growths,,  given attention to our causes, and   done what it takes to define who we are .

We have listened to the same tired rhetoric,s of our leaders, as recycled and predictable  as the lusness of spring and the rust of fall. , There  also have been  the  Sermons , the heart-felt ones,that find that part of us still soft,, the ones that in private bring tears to the eyes of the priest who lays awake wondering if his love for his congregation can be felt, and heard in his words.

We look into the mirror seeing what the elapse of another 365 days has marked us with.

Some years are harder than others, and   I believe everyone passes through their own Lincoln term,

For all the running about caught  in the clutches of various passions , and the race for the golden ring ,, what has changed?   How many personal resolutions have taken root,  how many political promises have panned out?     One of the redeeming facts about us is we really on some level ,,,want those positives, planned or wished for to be a reality.

We don’t choose to aspire to them because they are the flavor of the week,, or because they are at the base of the false strategy some of us use to play the game. No( I think,) whether we believe those changes those improvements possible or not, a part of us not naive but reminiscent  is afraid to let those qualities fade away into the dark,  no matter how much present styles and trends almost demand  it.

As long as there is the glow of that positive energy within us, reflected in the kind and selfless acts  of the old and young , as long as we have the ability to let the trapping of our lives fall where they may as we  face the vital issues of our time together with a different purer mindset, We as a people may still be seen  as a force to be reckoned with.   Our ability to put aside beliefs and stigmas long enough to accurately identify  real and present threats in our world may be the key to our continued dominance on the planet or our demise.

The continuing Doubts about the existence of UFO , ?

For those of us who have had  sightings  or live with an ongoing contact experience, the above is a little humorous, ( Its like watching  a child standing in the kitchen in front of his parents waving to them as he intentionally steals cookies from the cookie jar,, and the parents saying with questioning dismay on their faces,   I wonder who keeps taking these?)  Its in front of us,  the whole wind up for Disclosure  seems much like the  approach  of Y2K ?  People panicked in lines at stores watching the last bottle’s of water being bought ahead of them,,and those that saw the  chance to  make a killing did.  The day after it passed people woke to jugs full of water , and other supplies they didn’t need, and the unpleasant  yet familiar feeling most of us have had at one time or another.   I love my country,  all of it,  but loves a funny thing, i love America like the icon it still is, i also love it like excentric uncle no one understands.  You love him sometimes not because of himself but in certain situations in spite of himself.  ( Why do people turn on our leaders in their frustrations about  the study of the unexplained?should we expect perfection from a ruling body made up of us? )  Disclosure will probably be released  like the story  about  my Grandpa Carter,  who was caught(in his younger years)  in a bust (the last man trying and failing  to get out of a house of ill repute in time.)   He later turned to the Lord, and was highly respected throughout the rest of his lifetime.  And that all the more seals the door on that subject, I will never know more about that event than the sentence about it above.  Why should disclosure be seen as the sudden change of heart, and policy,, what has happened that suddenly makes  disclosure a good idea, and event that serves their purpose?.

this disclosure if it is revealed  at all ,will be highly edited.  Most of us are familiar with examples of the UFO, related documents , The Freedom of Information Act  released ,  a time when the stocks on Sharpie Markers, must have gone through the roof.     But to be fair,,,,,Just what really were we ready to hear?  I try to see this from their side as well, Not every step in  keeping  this knowledge questionable, was wrong,

They had the pilots of military jets ,being  forced from their planes, there were objects flying around over the White House itself, ,  ones  they could not control.  there was an object over Los Angelas, that was captured in spotlights eating every shell they could throw at it ,, and the conclusion ? a few dead citizens, with no wreckage from the craft  ,to show for their efforts.   People from every walk of life were reporting about these objects and sometimes their crews,, Policemen, and Politicians , were likewise giving their accounts. Not to mention there were also the  mutilation cases , so frightening they were not allowed to reach the public for some time,,,nor were they listed among those contemplated in Project Blue Book.   The over all body of UFO related report’s  weren’t of a number   easily listed below,, but instead  in their full details would have called for volume’s.

How could they  approach us (.,,,,,a country that had fallen into mass panic over Orson Wells  radio program a rendition of the War of the Worlds ?) with real evidence of not only their existence, but the fact they had been aware of us being abducted, and had not warned us?.) They couldn’t .  This Radio show must seem  incredibly distant to us now,  but you must remember just how serious  how powerful the reaction of the public was.    People were swamping police departments with calls of concern wanting to know just how far away the Martians were,, Groups of men were prowling the  dark between farms and across the  country side  mistaking water towers as martian machines firing in them.

My Mother a child then heard her parents in the next room talking about what they had to do, grim in their determination that if the Martians made it that far, they would not allow their children to be taken by them,  willing to kill them first.   This was a common reaction among parents who had no idea what horrors their children might suffer if captured.  It was a Radio show that had notices promoting its fictional nature, but they were ,missed, To the productions credit, the scenario seemed far too real.

I’m aware time has  passed, decades in which we have become conditioned prepared , and in the last decade an accelerated push has been unconsciously made?     A recent Larry King poll,  had 86% of us believing , and  only 14% not.    We are approaching an eve of sorts,  one that cannot just pass as others have into the discoveries of the next day.  This is one that we must be prepared to face, because the night of that eve ,,may be very  long,,  before the dawn.

            Richard Carter,

detail, covering all the visible straight lines that might indicate structure

Maybe too heady a lead in,,?  i think not.   I imagined our space friends as being anything but Ming the Mercilous,,, And maybe a little closer to Flash.   And almost certainly space marine types from another civilization.

close up

figure to the left hands overhead, possibly secured

I was kinda disappointed when greys looked like it,,  well maybe releaved a bit,, if there weren’t any of the Lizard guys out of Star Trek, that was more than okay,,  even they sounded manageable , But  that was due to the lack of  coordination inherent  in costumes fabricated on a cheap budget ,, also guys like Captain Kirk are just too resourceful  for them, either way it was a relief to think grey, until we found mean looking sharp toothed reasons to think green again.

But back to our feature photo in this article, , okay i can say out of the armada of craft designs the world   has either in sightings or in fantasy fabrications,, that this is original.  It automatically reminds me of the air boats mentioned all through history by different people.

There seems to be a deck of some sort with objects in the background over the low railed side.  There are what we might be figures.

It looks separate, i mean unattached at this point to a larger vessel, with so much uncontained area,  open space, it may have the same very basic purpose a regular sailing or fishing vessel does,,,It has open space for work, or the practice of  Skulldugerous  deed’s.  it looks like  its design is  for silent collection and transportation, possibly to a larger object .With the accumulation recently of many photos of objects that appear to be figures in flight, or in some lift like restraint.  Some even have a faint line running away from their form that could suggest a cable cord, or some sort of deployment or retrieval line.    If were going to look at it  not as a manifestation, but a solid object, a tool for some sentient beings,, it helps to have some idea  about its use.

You don’t have to give this much thought to come up with  possibilities,   Here my opinion on it,, .

IMPORTANT,, read boxes in each of these photos,,

If human’s are in charge,

Its use  could be  one  of a protective measure, ,, the very fact that these vehicles exist, should help us easily allow for other  secrets in our reality.possibly one they know about that we don’t.    Maybe a condition has been released upon us, or there has been a fear of contamination by some non terrestrial threat.   ( They our protectors in this case):)   could be using airborne type techniques to silently come down among us ,,drug us? into a state of compliance and amnesia , and  make their determinations   Upon returning us to the deck , They run necessary checks ,for that contamination ‘s of different kinds  or something  equally infective ,,,,forms of information. The clean up crews who frequent UFO sightings could be the answer,,  we know for a fact this area is very active .   Surely enough to warrant such attention.

Or it could be a group  of some kind, Alien in nature,  possibly very human in appearance, maybe far from human,,perhaps  they like the pillagers of the past,  with  motivations we might  never  fathom, and steal people away during the night.,  For any of a number of purposes. Among abductees  there are many suggestions.   One obviously the interest in our reproductive systems,,  the continued need for knowledge about a species they hope to blend with their own, one certainly complex to them.  There are ,,,, as in all times the slaver’s, it is disheartening to think that beings that far ahead of us might still be victims to the need to subjugate  others , to force them into their service.  Beyond that there is frightening evidence to suggest some of those that are spirited away in the night come to an even worse end.  That they become a form of sustenance  for certain creatures, It has been reported that large vats, of blood and human parts  are on board certain vessels, now before you lose interest in the conversation thinking it ridiculous,,,,there have been large falls from the sky,,examined and  recorded by Doctors , and studied by scientists who verify  the physicians finding’s, that they were made up of blood and small strips of human tissue.     Military personnel  have likewise seen and examined  this material  .  On one occasion it was made up almost solely of embryonic tissue . These falls are terrible in their measured forms, huge swaths usually rectangular of flesh and blood , that seem to have been dropped from a hatch or bay of similar measurement, from high overhead.

The yellowy sky so low we could almost touch it, just out of clear view in the dark,

You might wonder how people could be taken, for this purpose?     Very easily,  These craft supposedly can cross great distances in a short time,,to stop over an area by night, to deploy their (thieves’ in the night) who may have techniques for easy access into homes, that bypass the locks we all use,, or they may catch those wandering about.   How many of us have asked where a certain person is now ,, and been told no one knows the rumor is( they went home to family), (Someone told me she ran away with some guy passing through,,), or( they were young and quickly outgrowing their small town,) and everyone laughed,( yea,, kids cant wait to get out on their own.)    The milk cartons always have a new face of someone far too young lost, and the odd balls in a community, they are the easiest lost, the least remembered or worried over.

These craft then would continue wandering,,  Do you think these unfortunates are picked up, processed, and dropped like shredded wheat  in their own backyard, where DNA might pull their names from such a tragic mess,,   no common sense would dictate they move on shedding their waste over areas, with little or no missing to speak of.

A question-Why is it they suddenly stopped ,,no more  were reported? did those responsible leave the earth? do stories of these sort now by order  fall into that hidden newsroom, with others, forbidden ever to appear in the press?  .?

This object,, if it is what it seems to be , then this should strongly  suggest that our neighborhoods badly  need a group willing to patrol them in numbers, willing to bring the neighborhood watch idea along developing it into a group that try to gather more information on this  phenomena.  One willing to walk routes and photograph the sky, as  well as watch for drug houses.

In the simplest manner,  many cameras might ,catch( as we have )these glimpses of activity overhead,,, and once enough visual proof is  acquired  (then approach the local police,) with the information, seeking some kind of answer. This would be followed by letters and e-mails to senators with copies of the same information.  More is needed first before any requests for help should be made.

I have been ignorant as to the realities we have before us, The article in the Butler paper was written, out of our genuine feeling the community should be informed.   Every outing, every photo since then has been( a search for that ONE) that couldn’t be so easily explained away,  we feel there have been many along the way, ,  This image definitely fits in that category .

Richard

object over the Butler,

It begins ,

A short distance from the hospital it begins.  A light has been overhead but it is also one we are accustomed to,yet now just down the road from the parking lot along the dark portion of Nursery street.   We had taken a different route  in hope of side stepping them, slipping by,  and the result was really no different at all.                                                                             156——-

This time we captured something we are unsure of. Before finding it we were feeling fairly good.  After this, we arrived at the hospital and  my blood pressure, usually in the 107-130 range  over 78, was now 156 over 110.  Normally the walks were therapeutic. Both Lori and I experienced  some of our lowest best readings after such walks in the past.  Maybe what the following images show are a possible suggestion towards the cause for that change.

159

Above image 157–In the next few there is a strange distortion.  It is something that is not in the tree tops, but something that seems to engulf me.  In one image there is even a line, an edge to whatever it is, almost like the side of a net.  It’s the same visually only this looks like electricity (?)

I don’t know what it is. All I’m certain of is when I entered the hospital I was tired, felt terrible and had little or no coordination.

image 160

The building legend around H.A.R.P, the testing of the American public, in relatively small communities all over the country, is done  by who? I’m not sold on the Government blame yet. There are organizations  that can buy and sell Governments.  When we do get to vote in a man or woman to service, they allow it.  Is it them?

Is it the Aliens who got the best part of the deal, the right to us? The unfathomable bast..d that have the power to destroy us all. They have the abilities to manipulate us, to make us just as responsible for our own fall.  Are they really the masterminds responsible for our position?

image 161

The effect in 161 is clear. My head, lifted now, is pressed forward and to the side. Already my hood is nearly impossible to see.  The EDGE of whatever it is can be seen next to the last portion of my face still visible.  I t seems tight and condensed , yet unfolded. Still the odd shapes are visible above  but they won’t be for long.

Now the complete blanket , net whatever it is, has separated me from the purpose of their evening. Ive

inside the hospital

made an extra effort to be aware,  to listen to my feelings, and it’s made no difference at all.

the faint object is just above us as we leave.

We  are just as in the dark as before, just as unaware of it taking place. WHAT IS TAKING PLACE!!! Why do our lives deserve such hellish harassment. We have discussed this over and over.  I have the rare hereditary disease. It has given me physical traits that are different , but not to an extreme  that would warrant attention. Given Alien fascination with the human species, maybe those differences add up to real mysteries in their eyes. Lori and I are older. I’m 53 and she is almost 60, and that must be apparent to them. Neither of us are prime subjects for experimentation any longer.

Then we thought, okay let’s go the

The edge of the large panel hiding the machinery , this when overhead is large enough to easily conceal them in the night sky.

military route, hypothetically. Maybe we are a  set of test subjects. Ones that ae returned to, like tagged animals in the wild would fit.  But, we are experiencing odd lights far too often.  I just can’t see that a bunch of hoodlum soldiers  would be allowed to run around  in their off hours, using multimillion dollar aircraft to jump private citizens with airborne like techniques, committing crimes against the public. I have no doubt there are those capable of it.   I  won’t  believe that yet, but I have to add that my naivety as well as my patience  are both wearing terribly thin.  My personal steps towards better self-defense will escalate alongside  that concern.

They, whoever they are)(whatever they are, believe that using the weapons of the coward, they are untouchable, and they have no face. With each episode I learn more about them and their almost predictable nature.  That predictability alone is a dangerous thing for any enemy to have.

Part two of this evening’s story focuses on the return trip home and one vehicle in particular.

My friends, if you ever had a passion for the truth, this is the one not to miss.

Richard

something sitting near the high school, the railed platform descending

More and more elements of  the fantastic and  the unexpected sit side by side with our daily news.  Are  the representations of the Greek deities,  beings from the sky, shaking off their mythological status, becoming that much more a reality to modern and supposedly enlightened men?    Are some of our travelers  those mistaken by  ancient innocence as Gods, whether they are true agents of God, like his Angels, maybe his Angels or something completely separate from both?

Surely a time is approaching in which we shall  learn the humility that so often eludes us.  It is no longer a question of strength of arms, whether these sources are from far away places or much closer to home, new thinking will be neccessary for us to have any hope of being aware of this threat.It is not from benevolent space brothers and sisters, but from prowling predatorial packs, that not only use darkness to move, but  strip us whenever possible of not only our clothing , but our most basic rights as well.

The sad part is we have more than the manpower, more than enough faces neccessary for a real homeline defense, a watch.  We have the lights to train on the sky. But these are pipe dreams, because no more than 5 of us can’t sit down anywhere in agreement on a subject, or on how it should handled.

When it’s all over and done that will be the information most important and unfortunate to leave for whoever takes our place, the fact that asteroids or aliens were not the cause of our fall, but the dissension that  we spread among ourselves like a virus.  Hopefully God will be with us.

In this article there is an image of a man in flight,  not with a jet pack but hovering almost running in air. How many of these images of what ancient men thought to be gods were merely creatures of the flesh, enhanced with a technology that in the ancients  time could only be considered magic?

We should continue preparing ourselves  for the word that contact has been made for the best of reasons, because it already has.  It has through many individuals just like us.  The problem isn’t in the wait for such news. It’s in the deaf ear many are too willing to lend to our voices.  When they finally realize the nature of the powerful beings around us,their nature and their plans for us, what then?

These entries are each designed for the purpose of catching you up with the activity we have been monitoring. Many times we have stumbled upon it, other times it has come upon us, and we’ve had the presence of mind to still get shots.

Second phase of an encounter -a possible abduction right in front of our house,,

We are completely unaware sometimes that  the process was underway. That makes no sense I’m sure, but its true none the less.  There are many times pictures taken during a sequence of actions, we have no memory of. During that space of  lost memory  I or someone else continues photographing .

It truly is frightening to know you are involved in a situation where, to a degree you have a mental blinder in place.  At some point during the process, you are very much like a monitor or sensor left in a field to gather weather data.  That separation or shielding from the emotional and subsequent  physical responses to some of these happenings can be a blessing to the sanity we cling to.

But somewhere inside, on some subconscious level , I have to believe some damage to the whole is taking place. The anger and the fear of repeated intrusions by beings both human and inhuman must take its toll on all the organs  that don’t handle extremes of stress well.

the same sphere now lit up,

It is in a small way, like the plight of Larry Talbot in Universals  black and white film the Wolfman.  The reason for our block from the events lost to us is, of course different, but the same ambiguity is present the same numb void.  Someone might claim we dressed up as a clown and rode around the square on a bicycle and we’d laugh, having no inkling of anything similar, but how would we ever know?

Only if someone took a photo of the hypnotists subject to immortalize the moment for the hapless participant.  That’s why we are all about pictures here. why they are essential to our work. Both Lori and I can remember things done as a child. I remember the day my little  sister was brought home from the hospital. We have complex memories of events all through our lives.  There is no reason we would have a blank spot  of this kind and duration in our  memories unless  someone or something created that gap.   We could not forget  something frightening or this  completely singular in its nature without help,  unless it was  important to someone else, that it helped them remain anonymous in their actions. It helped them sleep in ease. As long as we were separated from the  memory of the faces or forms involved, those responsible this parasitical existence would continue.

The first photo is of an object we believe parked. Only vague  structural lines show through the dark.  To the left are what I assume are legs for landing, projecting out almost like the supports of a Christmas tree base.  On the right side is the rail (?) of something. I think it could be the ladder fully deployed we’ve shown on the end of the long arm over the power lines in other photos.

There is a lemon shaped object black in the sky before us almost down to road level.  In the next one it comes on illuminated.  In the final you can see this light even brighter with the structural lines of its support overhead.  Long rails slightly curved consistent in proportion  go out from it, overhead, running along the bottom of some larger object.

two people, about 24ft to 30 ft up across the street from our house, in the same block the other photos were taken.

The quote below, it says it all.

“think about this, we have wars going on right now, here on earth. Our planet is in turmoil. People have no concept as to what reality is anymore. We’re too busy fighting terrorists, too busy looking out for human enemies. Is something more sinister awaiting our planet. Are we under observation and under close scrutiny? We don’t know what we are about to learn about the interstellar communities that are obviously among us, orbiting our planet in our immediate solar system. For the moment we have barely tipped the iceberg” (Jose Escamila)

The camera was positioned in my hand so the lens was almost directly up.  At times I took shots level with the eye, at a much more normal angle.

the descent

But, for the most part the camera was held at my side in this upward position. I found one night, accidentally photographing the brim of my hat, that this might be a good thing. If the hood or hat was kept in the shot it strongly suggested we had taken the pictures at just the angle we claim. The progression of these shots may seem boring in their beginning but I assure you when you see the reason for the  electrical activity over us, finally revealed, you may think again the next time you witness such a flare in the night sky.

head going in or coming out of the sphere

Where you see a breach in the numbers, it is because I was taking pictures of the area we were walking in, the houses around us. What is surprising is that already the consistency of the charge in the air  around us is unchanging as we move along,  representing to me, not a condition on or in our bodies that could be responsible, but, instead an object moving along with us. It’s own, almost static, field in the air growing in intensity as it moved closer and closer to us.

As you’ll see these loops and twists of light grow in size, and are like nothing we’ve previously  seen.

part of the ship? overhead????or a cable being connected,, hell if i know

The bay doors is open and the smaller craft or glorified gurney is descended to our position. What for?  To help us? or hurt us ?   You could be doing anything, but being alone or in a couple  seems to be an attraction,especially those on foot are like mice on the ground in the eye of the eagle.

someone , or something being taken up/ note the red and green lines

Victims may be walking their dog, may be going out late to get the last of the laundry off the line,   or out  riding their bike, or walking home from a friends, the guy or girl who forgets something in their car and has to go out to open the trunk after dark. Maybe there is a  business owner closing up late, trying to make a few extra  bucks.  Maybe it’s a man or woman sneaking back in after a liaison , the child sneaking out meet friends or answer that dare. It could be the girl or woman,, whose only fault in this is being too attractive.

i cannot make it out clear enough to be sure, but i sense a figure on a lower ledge lying i guess,, and higher up some other involvement, im equally unsure of.

Unfortunately some of them, far too many of them, will not make it back into the house on that night that their street,  their neighborhood falls under scrutiny from above. Some will wake up in the morning  feeling a bit tired,  will have a peculiar nasal bleeding  or unexplainable sore muscles. They may have bruises about the body, strange ones around the wrists and ankles, that seem to have no cause.  Maybe it will be dreams ,a different kind, very realistic, of being drug from one place to another, being exposed to treatment  that equates with assault.

the stairway to hell, a huge arm we obviously don't remember,, it may have brought one or both of us back to the same street.

Possibly they are having upsetting partial memories, momentary flashes of disturbing scenes,  ones that are abominable, yet  like these photos cannot be  ignored.’

We have shown you individual photos before and the story around the find in each picture. Now we are showing you in a second by second group of images, a veritable film in slide like images, the whole progression, the pursuit and harassment of a couple,  not by a creep out getting his kicks, but by a group of individuals, (whether human or alien) much like our attackers east of Butler.

its just what it looks like,, you tell me..

cloud art?

And remember where this took place, in the heart of Butler, not on its outskirts on dusty half lit roads, but in  neighborhoods near the High school.

Do I need to say more?