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Author: Lori Carter

Lights at the Sheriffs Dept.

Lights at the Sheriffs Dept.

Sunday, March 10, 2013 and it’s raining outside again. I wonder if we will experience the same thing tonight that we did last night. Butler, “The Electric City”, so named for being the first city west of the Mississippi River to have electricity loses power whenever the weather changes. If it rains, if it snows, if it is hot, or if it blows you should automatically start reaching for your flashlights. They usually get it back on pretty quick, and it usually only goes out in pockets.

If our electricity goes off, we can usually see lights on one block to the south of us, and one block to the north. If it is evening, you can usually see the glow of other lights around town reflected on the horizon or off the clouds overhead, but last night was different. Last night the whole town was plunged into darkness for close to two hours.

I had just set my watch ahead, from eleven to twelve, as we were getting ready to shut everything down for the night. The lights flickered off, not once or twice, but five times before we were plunged into total darkness. Luckily I already had a flashlight nearby because of the forecast of thunderstorms. Another odd thing about this was the fact there was no thunder near the time the electric went off. We heard a few very distant rumbles a few hours before.

What is strange about this scenario, is the fact that they flickered so many times before they went off, that the whole city, with the exception of the Sheriff’s office and the county jail was plunged into complete and utter blackness and the fact that it was off for so long. I have never seen it this way in the almost six years that I lived here and Richard says he doesn’t ever remember it happening this way in the almost thirty years he has been here.

Within a few minutes, I found myself standing at the north facing window of the house, looking out over a darkened city as I watched Richard walk down the sidewalk, north toward the square. I checked my watch, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes I stood there shivering, not sure if it was fear setting in or the lack of heat in the house.

As I stood there, I realized “this is how it could happen”. One little town at a time, plunged into total darkness just about the time most people are getting ready for bed. Everyone just shrugs it off, goes ahead and says their good-nights and wanders off into the slumber of the unaware.

Whether it would be a military power, our own government, some radical militia group, criminals, a super storm or an actual alien invasion, how much simpler could you make it. Everyone wakes up the next morning, unaware of what might have taken place overnight. Maybe several have disappeared from their homes, maybe your block is surrounded by military trucks, or soldiers come knocking at your door. Maybe none of this happens right away and you just sit there, waiting for the electricity to come back on.

All it would take would be several smart bombs aimed at the right targets. Smart bombs originated with the Germans in 1943, how much more exact could they have been developed by now. A smart bomb is aimed at a particular target, with less explosive force to take out that target with minimal damage to surrounding property and structures. It has been determined that one or two E-Type smart bombs, strategically aimed could knock out all the power within their radius of effect.

We bought a little transistor radio a few weeks ago when the two snow storms that hit were predicted, only to find out that it would only pick up one station, the local station, which on weekends might be pre-recorded. We were unable to get any information that would explain this strange blackout.

Technology is a large part of our lives. People don’t buy daily or weekly newspapers like they used to. They watch the news on cable television, scroll through it on the internet, or listen to it with their earphones. No one waits for a letter from a relative. They simply e-mail, text or call them.

What would happen if the whole nation was plunged into darkness, or the whole world for that matter? If all the grids were taken down at once, there would be no way of communication.

Maybe it’s time to look into the way they lived in the middle ages. How did they cook? Where did their food come from? How did they protect themselves? How did they live?

Take into consideration that HAARP is rumored to have been the cause of some of these super storms while some scientists believe that a pole shift has caused the super storms that hit areas like New York, New Orleans and other states on the East Coast. Thousands were plunged into darkness for longer periods of times than we were. Maybe these are practice sessions to start teaching us how to survive should the technology and energy grids go by the wayside.

I guess it is time to get a better radio, stock up on more of each kind of battery and maybe look at a way to cook outside. Whether it is martial law, meteors or asteroids or sun flares, whether it is a military take over from our government or that of another nation or whether it is an alien invasion or a multitude of super storms, we could eventually find ourselves thrown back in time, to the days when people actually had to live without the conveniences and technology we have in our lives today.

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Author: Lori Carter

The Midnight Observer was first started back I 2008, a few months before our abductions. The intent of the site was not to log the weird, dimensional, UFO or extraterrestrial information that it has been inundated with. Our main goal was to track cultic, criminal and possible dangerous situations in our rural county and to alert the citizens, neighbors, family and friends as to areas to be aware in. Before we were done building the site, we were abducted.

For three years, searching for who and what happened to us became our life. The physical, financial and emotional toll it took on us can never be fully understandable to most. We would take our last few pennies to put gas in the “Old Grey Ghost, our jeep, to make one more nightly run. We always found something. It was almost like we were drawn to it, but we never found the answers we were seeking, but we believe we have shown that there is a clear and present danger, always around us, always around everywhere.

The pictures and articles on the Midnight Observer speak for themselves. Our lives have been in danger several times. We were stalked, threated and several times Richard was injured with no indication of whom or what did it and no memory.

We have secured our home and are always wary and observant of what is around us day and night. We never leave the house without a camera, but as Richard has said “we are tired, we are done”

We are not taking the Midnight Observer down. No, instead it will transition into the sight it was meant to be from the start. All the pictures and articles will remain, but new articles about the day to day problems, dangers and precautions of normal life will be posted. There will be commentaries, suggestions, instructions and informative articles posted as we see fit.

An article of the weird, supernatural or UFO type may creep in at some point. They will be posted when we are contacted by someone or hear about it from our friends. Our research has taken a large toll on our lives. For now, we are not planning anymore trips. This may change at some time, but at the present we have our health, physically and emotionally to consider. Please check back often as we will still be posting articles about “Clear and Present Dangers.”

Please continue to enjoy the site and contact us if you wish. Also please remember that everything on “The Midnight Observer, articles and pictures, is copyrighted and is not to be used in any way to gain financial increase. They also are not to be used in articles, videos, at conferences or in books without our explicit written permission. Anyone found violating these rights will be prosecuted.

Lori


Author: Lori carter

This question has been plaguing me for days. As I was going through some photos that we haven’t posted yet, I started thinking again “where do we go from here?” It has been 3 years and 3 months since our initial abduction(s). I do not believe we are any closer to finding out who/what accosted us in the woods east of town on that September night in 2009.

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Domino craft

Archie alien

Alien in Archie

We initially contacted a “UFO” investigator when we realized we had missing time, no memories of events and voices that were on the tapes in the car. We were promised “regressions” and a lie detector test and advised against going public with what we thought had happened. The regressions and lie detector test were supposed to be administered to us free of charge, but that changed quickly to them asking us if our insurance would cover them, which of course it would not.

The investigator encouraged us to keep making our trips and wanted us to turn anything we found over to them right away. It was almost two years into the investigation when we found out that the investigator, who, by the way wanted to write a book about our experiences, had not turned out report into the organization but was investigating our case on their own. We immediately cut our contact off with this person and starting looking for a different investigator.

All we found were groups who wanted to chat online, see our pictures, and make comments. We ended up in several arguments and were actually accused of photo-shopping some of the photos. We have never done anything more to our photos than lighten, darken or enlarge them. Needless to say we stepped away from these groups also.

the shape is roughly oval yet possibly with a saucer like rim around its middle, my eyes cant figure it out, can yours?

the shape is roughly oval yet possibly with a saucer like rim around its middle, my eyes cant figure it out, can yours?

eye in tree

Eye in a tree

So here we sit, three years later. We have already run one car into the ground and are hoping the one sitting in the driveway will last a little bit longer. We don’t go out on runs as often or as far as we used to but still shoot the sky around us whenever we leave the house.

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Grey in the woods

We have found some really strange entities, apparitions and craft in the pictures we have taken. We have had many harrowing and chilling experiences throughout the last years, some that included an indication that Rich had been taken out of the house a few times and came back with injuries that were unusual and unexplainable including coming to without his clothes out in a field a mile away from the house.

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Greenish Grey under bridge in Passaic

We have photos of a grey in the woods, lighted domino type craft in the sky, a large awkward creature under a bridge, a figure in the field, faces of unknown creatures peeking out at us from between the foliage and Clem, the green guy that looks like a grey off the bridge out in Passaic. We have shared everything we have found, have been on a radio show, and have sent our pictures everywhere including newspapers and television stations, only to be utterly ignored.

One of our original motives for getting into these photographic studies, besides looking for the group we ran into, was to warn others in our small town of the possible weird and dangerous things they should be watching for.

Are burned out? Maybe just a little. Are we still interested in this subject? Absolutely, but we just don’t seem to have the gusto for the adventures that we once had. We will still study the skies, go on small trips and share what we do find, but in the end, what can we prove and what can we do about it.

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Possible craft that followed us from Adrian

There are reports all around the world, day after day, of strange beings and craft. The funny part of this is the fact that many pictures that end up on the internet are familiar to us, for the reflect similar ones we posted a few months ago, a year ago and even three years ago.

We have discussed many subjects on our website including aliens, UFO’s, paranormal, spiritual, and criminal events. We have even discussed the possibility of dimensions, elves, fairies and such. The fact remains that there is a lot of strangeness out there that we had never once thought about, and now it is an everyday subject in our lives.

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Reptilian?

So where do we go from here? All of this has become a big part of our life, so the research will continue, and whether we ever find out the truth or not, we will continue to share our findings with anyone who is willing to open their eyes and see.

The pictures posted are reminders of what we have found in the last three years, and these are just the tip of the iceberg.


These articles you’ll find in the Hall of Havoc ,are  a door to an improvised armory of sorts, .  .   In this area  we will discuss means of self-defense, tools that can be converted to weapons, decorative and functional arms and other hopefully useful precautions you might be able to take in extreme situations.

In the tongue in cheek world of zombie talk some believe, and are preparing for a time of upheaval, at the very least a time of civil unrest, a change in people, one that may threaten all we hold dear.

Whether that change is drug or disease induced madness in a population, a real supernatural or extraterrestrial event, or just men and women turning away from sane answers to societies problems, and embracing violence as a way of life, massive civil disorder , whatever that change, I agree there is wisdom in planning for you and your families personal defense.

What you find here will be suggestions for a worse case scenario,  things that might be found nearby, things that might be easily put together.   Tools you can use for self defense, (you have to remember weapons like the Nunchuku, the Tonfa, and others were originally farm implements used  in the in places where it was a crime for the average  man to own a sword.)  The common man has protected himself for centuries with weapons  used for reaping crops butchering animals and breaking stone.
Take what you find here and sort out what is useful to you but first and foremost remember the context it is offered in,,also look into the laws of your state your county or your city and be legally aware before making any decisions or purchases

I have to admit, with Halloween only a short time away, I was lured, as many are, into a binge of monster movies. Lori and I have seen more than a few zombie flicks during this month.

Normally I try to make a costume for Halloween. In fact I won the contest on the square 5 years in a row doing this, and had a ball making each costume.  But this year, not really into the public part of it, I was thinking a bit more practical, about, not only the flicks we’d watched, but about the serious nature of the worlds decline. 

Maybe some will be confused; I know we have more means of entertainment than ever before, more innovations to make the mundane chores less time consuming and medical updates and improvements in procedures and medicines available. All are a literal God send to many like me.

But a point proven repeatedly through history still rings true. Not all individuals or cultures can handle success.   Rome became lax in their decline and allowed their slaves to enter the army. In fact a large portion of the standing armies were at times non-Roman.  Unburdened by Patrician pride or any true loyalty to Roman law, these men realized whoever controlled the armies, had the real power. They also were being called back from costly foreign campaigns, at the pressure, undoubtedly, of the Senate and the rich that controlled the senate.

Reducing foreign lines of defense was a sign of weakness that the barbarian people of the Britain’s, Anglo Saxons, Jutes, and Vandals, among others, easily recognized.  The rest is history, one we seem to be reliving in the present. Make no mistake; the trappings of success are by no means a surety of security in a turbulent world.  They are just opulent baubles that further infuriate and embitter second and third world nations tired of our presence, unable to let us just walk away.  The similarities of history and the present seem starkly clear to me.

Okay, back to Halloween, bearing in mind that there are many of these sort of threats, present, and of course the Zombie Apocalypse! We should consider the scenario of a suddenly present threat, where Creepers, Rioters, or bands of Marauding thugs were present, seeking to break into homes to victimize and take the resources of those in their home. What might you do in a siege type scenario to protect entrances to your home, and how could you do it with the least vulnerability possible?

Well, if your home is impregnable (few are) and you have supplies you have it covered. If you have a full suit of Kevlar, you may have the gunfire issue under control.   But let’s say you don’t, you have been sitting around watching news reports until the stations go off the air, never really wanting to believe this nightmare would reach you, occasionally going to windows and doors to peek out.   If you wait until the Boogey man, in whatever form he shows up in, arrives and is hammering at your door with the intent to get in, you’re probably S.O.L.

Maybe you have guns and bullets. They, depending on how much you have, may get used up fast.  They also might be a signal beacon to those wanting what you have to try all the harder to leave with it.  So the precious commodity of firearms and ammunition will be precious and hoarded, not used recklessly.  None of the ballistic strategies will be the first choice. Just remember the scene years ago on TV of two black rioters attacking a truck driver with a brick, and I’ve made my point.

So, I thought about what the average American family might have around, things you could use as defensive clothing like Riot armor the police have used for decades. It came together pretty easily.  The shield was the only the thing I thought you might need to manufacture. The other stuff could easily be put together if you had a heavy duty glue gun, some kid’s baseball and skateboarding equipment.  Oh yea, and a roll of duct tape.

My armor was painted in a camo style because I’m into my guns and had just customized one.  The shin and knee protection are from a catcher wears, and the elbow guards for skateboarding, and finally a hard hat, a face guard from a paint ball mask and the front plate from an Iron Man mask (with its eye openings enlarged);these were used.

I went through about 8 or 9 sticks of hot glue. First I used metal snips to open the eyes holes and hot glued the iron man mask in place into the front of the forehead and crown area of the hard hat. Secondly I removed a badly scratched up set of goggles from the paintball mask and glued this in place over the iron man mask. It was made of a dense rubber and I felt it was adequate reinforcement for the face plate.  I then took some shooting glasses that will take a 177 caliper pellet without breaking, and glued them in place after removing the bars that rest on your ears. I left an opening on the underside of them so air could get in, to keep them from fogging up.   The top was connected firmly to the under section of the face plate and hard hat above sealing the top from debris that might enter there.

The idea is it would have to be something you could put on fast, and detach yourself from quickly if you needed to move quicker (run).   So I figured that a kid’s shin guards were long enough to protect a man’s forearms to some degree. The knee pads might fit as elbow protection, and other pieces might be used on the upper arm, not pretty but a good deal of protection for the arm you would hold your weapon with.  I figured gloves of most kinds with a smaller pad on the back of the hand would be good enough.

To do this, I took a smaller knee or elbow pad, one that has a band like back that firmly keeps it in place. I cut a hole about the size of a fifty cent piece in this fabric on the back side of it. Then with the glove on, I stretched it over my hand allowing my thumb to come out the hole. This secures it on the hand yet allows gripping use of the hand. The back of the hand and knuckles are well protected from that side.  Kind of turtle shell in appearance, these pads would be a great thing to use, as spur of the moment riot gear.

Finally, a shield for the other arm, to keep scratching wounds away at a distance, to deflect and absorb blows from a weapon. We’re not talking about King Arthur here. We’re talking about a little piece of plywood with two straps that are screwed, nailed or attached somehow to the back. The wider these are the more control it gives. It stabilizes the shield on the arm, and you hold one strap, the one attached in a smaller loop. Your forearm should rest snugly in the other. Place these in the center of the shield’s back. This will put your hand and elbow out of harm’s way.

It will allow you to use the shield as a weapon as well, striking both in front of you and behind you if you pressed with its edge. You would be surprised at the punishing power that is focused in that edge when it is swung hard into something.

Anyway, I painted it and made a quick short sword using a heavy straight blade that holds an amazing edge, a pipe I hammered on as a handle, some duct tape wrapping and to keep my hand from sliding if it got sweaty, 3 curtain rings, 2 stacked and slid over the blade down to the handle. The hollow well around the blade, in both, I filled with hot glue, a surprisingly substantial guard.  The last ring was squeezed over the pommel a bit and it’s well was filled with glue. The grip was duct tape. I had an old machete sheath it fit well in.

In my case, I am a sword fan with years of martial arts experience. Practicing with one of various types, our house would not need one thrown together from odd pieces. The point is, weapons with a little imagination, could be thrown together to serve for a short time.  I went overboard because it’s a fun challenge, and I’m a little too artistic at times, but the result you’re looking for is a protective covering for as much of your body as possible.

In a world of limited access to and existence of medical facilities, staying un-banged up, un-cut and un-bruised will be very important. If your legs are injured you’re in a heap of trouble. If your eyes or head are damaged, it’s a similar case. These are fun problem solving exercises for a time hopefully none of us ever have to see, but in the meantime it’s good to remember we live in a changing, volatile world. It may not be such a sin to err on the side of caution, not so paranoid to address the possibilities.

You pay for different forms of insurance, for your home, your family and your car, but the only insurance you can have against the dark days that may well be ahead of us and the bad decisions of our leaders are a realistic, understanding of human nature, and a little preparation.   You may feel silly doing it now, but then again you may cherish the wisdom you used in doing it, later.


Sept the 28th 2012 was almost a no go for a number of reasons, and  there’s no way around it, we were having troubles coping.

I say that because getting ready isn’t that hard. Getting dressed to go is much simpler, and the equipment necessary just not that rough to select.

But we were hesitant, me especially. I had that same feeling I’ve got numerous times before that makes me unsure if its a good idea that night.

Allowing for instincts to play that much of a part in your decision making process, is restrictive to say the least, but that’s if you listen to it.   Lori’s and mine,(our instincts ) are no psychic marvel but they have been very accurate.

They’ve shown us (we believe ) on occasion, times we never should have left the house, and on others taken us out on nights that our best finds took place.

Photos of figures, things following the vehicle were in, actually compressing our roof in a heavy impact, that good/bad stuff. Unfortunately it’s the trace evidence, the proof of things seen that further proves the phenomena.

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objects to the south of 52 highway as we headed east.

The night was heavy atmospherically. It was humid ,  with a full moon or one very close to it.The area we were looking into was a couple of rural  highways  and the off roads connected to them in a fairly wooded area.  It has been a focus of our attention since we found a Grey in daylight one late afternoon. More importantly, in a great experience of two of our friends, two Nurses saw the same object.  They traveling in the same general direction home, fifteen or twenty minutes apart.  

In this general area another lady working at the same facility, mentioned an experience her son and a friend had while hunting, seeing a  similar object in the woods, it setting on the forest floor close to the area and time of the nurse’s sightings.

We took the country club drive out through Butlers south side to 52 Highway and headed east.  Because of my state of mind I wasn’t taking pictures as quickly as usual, but I focused on the sky to the south as we drove east.  As you’re well aware, using a flash on the night sky reduces your vision even further, down to the perimeter of light caused by the flash, so I was shooting without it, and really just hopeful that later, when the examination of the photos began, some shape or silhouette might be found.

This is not as ridiculous as it sounds. You can trip on objects walking across a dark yard or through a dark house. Your visibility of the sky may seem clearer, further but that’s only while a portion of the sunset exists.  You would be amazed just what can be near you, outside of the circle of vision the night allows.

So I took images at intervals, slowing to a stop for them as we worked our way down O-Highway, and then crossed over to N-Highway on our way back to 52 and Butler.  We’ve  explained why long stops are no good, within the sight of houses or farms, or even on roads or highways remote and sparsely housed.    There were sounds. There are always sounds,  but mostly it was the expected. 

Early on I saw something out to the right of the car. It was a  faint two white lights with a dull glow between, but I had thought it  nothing striking enough to stop for, probably just two stationary lights.  I couldn’t make out the color of the glow but thought it was red. Later I found it was.
There was that and an object much closer, within 100 yards of us, just around a turn. It was crossing over the road about 40 ft up,  probably much less.  It was moving, I think, into the south west and was lost in the darkness again after it had moved a short distance. It is remarkable, though, because it was in the vague outer edge of the cars headlights, just long enough to give up a portion of it’s shape, it’s outline.   Now I’m not suggesting that there wasn’t more higher up, or on the other side of it, immersed in darkness. The shape I was able to discern wasn’t something the pilots at Butlers airport would describe as aerodynamic, and it wasn’t all that was seen that night.

Backing up to a gate, we had difficulty turning. The road was more a trail with grass grown high in the middle. As we backed up I thought I saw something through the bars and jumped a bit, cussing myself as I took pictures, then out my side.  Lori inched back and forth getting out without having to test the four wheel drive in a ditch and we headed back for the small high way.

But, while in that turn, we were near something, something watching us in curiosity ? It was something that appeared to have large orange eyes.  FACES in the brush, in the ditches, or the tree groves are nothing new. We believe we have images of at least 10 different types of (Things). We  don’t say alien for a very good reason. We have no way of knowing exactly what we’re finding,  or its place of origin.  Some of those home addresses may be much more terrestrial than we’d be comfortable with.

The origins of these objects and the pilots  within them is even further clouded with the “Drone Menace !”.  Sounds like a really bad star wars movie, doesn’t it?    If the numbers of them in the air are true, how are we to know  the variety of shapes these might take? Or why they would be flying so low over our neighborhoods and public roads. Of what interest could too old UFO researchers be to our government?

No, I believe these craft (the drones) are obviously at work and at war, but there has been such a variety to the weirdness we have found that I think it even exceeds our countries capabilities, its intentions.   Like God, we apparently are not supposed to understand their motives or thinking.   We don’t try anymore. We merely record what we find and  pray that extraterrestrial life, governments, or whatever the  force seen or unseen, able to rule us, is  a benevolent  one.

These objects must be captured in as many images as possible; deer cameras or more sophisticated video equipment. Almost everyone has a video camera these days within their sophisticated phone or in their camera, even birdwatchers now have the option of purchasing a set of binoculars with a video camera attached to it, to record everything found within it’s two lenses.

The answer is so simple. If you truly want to find something , you generally have to get up and look. These truths all come at a cost. Is it one your willing to pay?

Richard Carter.

48 Hours


You understand that we are always trying to be aware of our surroundings. We always keep a camera nearby. Yet, there are certain events that stand out above the rest, that are jarring reminders of the reasons we take this so seriously.

Two nights ago was just such an evening.

I was out on a regular trip, a necessity. It is one that takes place every 48 hours. During the summer months, I make this trip by bicycle. It allows me to enjoy the evening air and contribute further to the regimen of exercise that I’ve found is vital to my overall health.

This, and the fact there are a lot of things I’ve never outgrown, one of which is my love of riding. Lori, is at these times safe, visiting with my mother who has a carry and conceal permit ,,and a  large Doberman named Mindy.

I had started, as I finished my chore, going down a little further to the west, to the railroad trestle and the mound I’ve written of on many occasions, just one of the hot spots in town. It is usually dark by this time, roughly 9:00 at night.

In our hundreds patrols around the overall Bates County area, on many occasions we’ve had a follower,

a light or set of lights once close enough to make our contact with our jeep’s roof. On foot, as well, we’ve not only had lights but visible structures flying over us. Not just within the city limits, but in the very heart of town (the 10 block area in which the Courthouse is centered). So, every time I go out with Lori or alone I know the chance is there.

I had gotten in and they had finished with me quickly, and as I left, I already knew there was a good cloud cover overhead hidden in the darkness. I turned and rode with the bike’s light on, west towards the mound. It was only a few blocks to the corner, past the football and track field, and then to the very dark, seldom lit spot, that stretched a city block or more on the other side of the trestle.                                                                                                                                                               

I was at the intersection, only lit by the eastern sources of light overhead and behind me. The trestle was only 40 ft or less away. Through the opening below it, a streetlight illuminated a patch of road at the far corner of the block. This was the backdrop I saw something move against. The area of road illuminated was far enough away that nothing in the foreground of view could be completely revealed in it.

I’m not about to guess at height, but the figure moved across the street with what might have been chest shoulders and head illuminated by the back drop. It was crossing to the north. This placed it in the general vicinity of the mound area.

To explain this better; as you pass beneath the low trestle, you immediately are met by two walls of foliage. The one to the south bearing view of the saw mill, and the other to the North, following the western slope and ridge the Trestle is laid upon.

To the west of this, well within a hundred feet is the Mound, itself and to it’s west is the old, deserted CO-OP building and further to the north sits a dog food plant.

After seeing the form move by, just a dark silhouette, I instantly knew it wasn’t an animal. No known animal is of that height and structure.

So, I figured it had to be a person, for some reason not wanting to be seen, avoiding the open street. Any number of explanations could be the reason for it. None I could think of were good and I decided not to go through, but felt myself heading across the street down into the hollow and through the opening anyway.

On the other side, I stopped as quick as I could, stepping off the bike with it in between me and whoever was to the north, visible nowhere.

The street, to my left, was the best lit area. I was facing the brush with the trees and the slope to my north. There was heavy movements in the brush and among the trees. I looked up the slope to see if the figure was climbing to cross over to the other side. There was nothing and the sounds weren’t receding into the distance. They were as close in their proximity as the first noises heard, very close.

I clicked a few flashes at the area the sounds were coming from, but in the light of each flash there was nothing visible that I could make out during their short bursts. I took 3 there in that initial spot. I pointed the bike’s light into the area sweeping it, and not hearing anything else swung a leg over my bike and onto the pedal and prepared to move a little closer to the mound to take a few more.

Now, what happened next would have to have been funny to an observer. No one or nothing had rushed me or made a menacing statement from the dark. I couldn’t find anything there in my immediate view so I reasoned it/they had gotten far enough back out of sight and were just waiting for me to leave.

It wasn’t by any means the scariest situation during our investigations of the area, so I figured it a curious event like many others and prepared to move on, only I couldn’t leave (I couldn’t move). I had started to stepped up onto the pedals and just couldn’t move a muscle. The bike fell over into the sparse tall dead grass and dirt, the bike half in the road, half out of it with the light still on.

I didn’t make a rush at getting up, knowing my position was not good. A car might come through and not see me till it was too late, or the noise I heard might begin again, this time coming towards me.

I just laid there like I had no place to be. The stuff in my back pack sandwiched between me and the ground. It wasn’t that I wasn’t trying to get up, i couldn’t.

When I was able to, I noticed that I wasn’t scratched up, but i did have an odd aching a tingling in my right hand towards the finger tips  The only thing similar I’ve ever experienced was during the worst portion of a hospital stay in the city. They kept me asleep as much as possible (out of it) but I woke once hearing their voices around me. I wanted to let them know I was awake but couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I was wide awake inside, in terror thinking I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move a muscle. I tried to make my eyes bulge or jump to make them move, so one of the nurses might see. Finally I heard one’s voice saying hey he’s coming around, in a minute I was once more asleep. But this was a drug induced situation ordered by a doctor.

The differences are that in the street episode I wasn’t scared, I was aware I couldn’t move but it was okay. I got up, but didn’t take pictures of the mound as I’d planned earlier. Instead, for no good reason, I turned and rode back out through the trestle, stopped on the other side and walked along the east face of it taking pictures. I heard movement through brush, but it was fainter leading me to believe whatever or whoever was there was moving along the western side, possibly monitoring my progress.

I went home with no further incident. Lori and I walked the bike home together the last few blocks, after I stopped for her at my mothers home. The pictures reflect a much different trip home, with presences near us we were completely unaware of.

In closing I need to add that 80 percent of the places we examined during the study were areas I’d never seen before, places we’d never been in before. I got out at each location for some amount of time, many times walking in the dark a block in front of the jeep, taking pictures of both sides of the road. So I’m comfortable with the process.

We’ve been on bridges, struck by invisible objects that sent shudders through the concrete and steel, and shook the Jeep, had aggressive hillbilly types try to trap us on dirt roads, and literally went home with our guts in knots for days after things we saw and heard. So, the regular pursuit of this subject, though it always is approached with caution, is not approached like Don Knots in the Ghost and Mister Chicken type fear.

There is no life without some possible immeasurable degree of fear. There is logical fear.

But, fear given its reins, cripples us and steals all the fruits of discovery. If when I go out,I’m unreasonably afraid, then it will inhibit reason as well making the trip pointless. I was not frozen with fear, otherwise I’d have been near sick with it on the ground. If it was never a factor before, I don’t see it as one in this case.

Also, there is one important detail. I tried to call Lori from the Hospital, just to see how the visit was going. My cell phone, tried both inside the waiting room and outside would not work. I tried it over and over, maybe 7 or 8 times, sure that I’d just charged it. I was kidding with Lori and asked her if she had taken the battery as a prank, she was offended a bit and we checked, everything was in place, and the phone now worked when I tried it.

Examine the photos and the facts. Is there something else that may have occurred ?


The world is rapidly changing and not the least of these changes is the alterations to the climate of certain areas.  This year alone, much of America has suffered from a killing drought one that has struck animals of all types.

Farmers in our area have mentioned how they are having to offer their animals older feed and are glad to still have that option. There is even talk among them that soon corn will no longer be grown here due to the harsh summers and depletion of crops.   Some have are already mentioned that they are considering relocation further north, next summers climate being a defining element in this decision.

Racial tensions seem to be at a near all time high,      Khallid Muhammad Calls for White Extermination   http://imkane.wordpress.com/2010/07/08/new-black-panthers-call-for-murder-of-whites-and-babies/   “I said if we’re going to be merciful we give ‘em [whites] 24 hours in South Africa to get out of town by sundown. I said if they don’t get out of town; we kill the men; we kill the women; we kill the children; we kill the babies; we kill the blind; we kill the cripple; we kill the crazy; we kill the fagots; we kill the lesbians; I said goddamnit, we kill ‘em all.”—Khalid Muhammad   This mans video is also a must see,  for reasons I’m sure you’ll understand.

The same views have been pressed here, and crimes committed in obvious agreement,White woman attacked on bus: 9 black youths charged; Possible hate crime;   http://www.sullivan-county.com/wcva/baltimore.htm

Excerpt 😦In recent weeks, I have posted a great many articles on the ongoing outbreaks of black on white violence in this country and elsewhere—and not just “ordinary” criminal violence, but violence of a specifically savage and threatening character)(http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/011157.html ( the title  – Black and other nonwhite violence against whites: a grim collection) If you don’t ever read the Observer again, make sure you read this article above!!

I think if you look into the information above you will agree about its serious nature, and  find  that with the coming of possible  food and water shortages, that those once satisfied with “Their Hitler like comments in the media”, might finally see the ultimate excuse to up the anti.  Insane organizational  leaders, will see the  strength in these shortages which could  lead to stark and brutal competition. They would fuel with their message with this added tension.

Your message has been the need for the extermination of the white devil, and suddenly you and that devil are in the grocery line competing for the last of the beans, you, him and people of every nationality all with the same need. What are you going to do to a group of people  you’ve already  discussed exterminating?  With those devils eating food your family and your friends families could have, will it finally be time to take action?

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What if the problems of man’s diminishing  surpluses and our inability to replenish them quick enough continue?The United States has a massive population. Could the unspeakable really happen?

Could enemies suddenly becomes what’s for dinner in a Donner party type need, one fueled by hate and an ability to strike back finally in the most savage and basic of ways, one of the most complete? (Cannibalism has been occasionally practiced as a last resort by people suffering from famine, including in modern times)wikipedia

When we think of the Donner party and other incidents at sea, that called for this as a means of survival, it’s different. This would be a different sort of resolution among a group of people, one that could take place in America, and other spots throughout the world.  This will not only be ‘groups foraging for food, but strategic acts of war as well.”  Enemies in the past have fallen on each other with clubs, swords, muskets and automatic firearms, but these attacks would be preludes to feasting as well.

We know things of this sort have happened in the past, and Europeans , and Americans have been involved.  We know that there were numerous Crusades to claim the Holy Land, but do you remember anything about the European knights and foot soldiers that literally cannibalized villages  along the way on more than one occasion?

(Reports of cannibalism were also recorded during the First Crusade, as Crusaders were alleged to have fed on the bodies of their dead opponents following the Siege of Ma’arrat al-Numan. Amin Maalouf also alleges further cannibalism incidents on the march to Jerusalem, and to the efforts made to delete mention of these from western history).[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannibalize

Finally ask yourself, outside of  a string of cannibalistic murders and attacks in the recent media, could this happen in less isolated cases?

 Earlier this year the United Nations accused rebels in the Democratic Republic of Congo of cannibalizing their enemies, and of forcing families of the victims to eat the organs of their relative.  http://cannibalworld.com/The_Latest_Cannibal_News.html

Cannibalism has recently been both practiced and fiercely condemned in several wars, especially in Liberiaand Congo/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannibalism

RUF was a revolutionary group based in Sierra Leone in Western Africa. By the late 1990’s they had been mired in a long bloody campaign to topple the central government. These insurgents terrorized rural Sierra Leone in an effort to control the nations diamond mines. Aided by factions of the National Patriotic Front of Liberia, these groups committed horrific atrocities which included forcing children to become soldiers, amputations of limbs and cannibalism of enemies, including peacekeepers and United Nations personnel. Their motives for eating their enemies were to receive “strength” from eating human flesh and as a tool for intimidation. The exact number of victims is unknown.Gallery2 8

There were accounts of Japanese troops cannibalizing victims in world war 2,    www.monstropedia.org/index.php?title=Cannibalism

It seems most peoples, at one time or another, in one strait dire enough, have succumbed to need or racial hatred and been part of it, and what about our photos? What do they represent? It is possibly nothing more than animal blood and tissue strewn along a hillside, one of the two bloody white buckets visible.

But just like so many images taken in the dark , passing the strangest of scenes,   there are details forever left behind, the rest of the scene that our cameras flash just couldn’t reach.  Those details, in these all but forgotten spots, may indicate much more, things we never thought to find in our visions of the job ahead, the search.

Remember that the couple fighting down the hall from you or in the next room has an equal living in some remote house.   The odd stranger, who lives alone, coming and going at night is a fixture in the city and the country as well, except in the country as in the movie Alien,in some places, there’s no one to hear you scream.

( When police went to Ed Gein’s Plainfield, Wisconsin farm home to investigate the disappearance of a local woman, they had no idea they were about to discover some of the most grotesque crimes ever committed.)

There’s really no way to just look at someone and know what their capable of, and it seems its always been that way.  The points raised above are just facets of our changing reality, things that can’t be ignored if we wish to be wise planning and protecting our futures.   The wolf has always ranged outside the fortifications of the past looking for the unwary.  The wolves of our age are calculating  silent men and women, and those also more than willing to tell the world how badly they want your blood on their hands .
Could the   shortages we’re bound to experience in the lean years of the future and the irreparable breaches between us, lead to the horrors I’ve guessed at?
Not since Nazi Germany has there been such serious and evil intent. Our grandparents crossed the world to deal with that evil. Ours is much closer to home.    What do you think?

Richard

Author: Lori Carter

Some of you may think that we have changed our research in mid stream. This is the furthest thing from the truth. Although we have said it before, we will say it again. The Midnight Observer was first started to share the dangers of everything we find with our neighbors, friends, family members and others. It just so happens that at the time we started, we ended up having our abduction experience.

This experience directed our paths for a long time in the search for who or what happened to us. We have delved into conspiracy theories, covert and criminal groups, extraterrestrials, UFOs and the paranormal for a long time. The old grey ghost was incapacitated over a year ago, so we took to doing night runs around our little town on shoe leather express. The old Grey Ghost has gone on to better things, so for the time being we are on shoe leather express until such time as a vehicle comes our way that we can afford.

The jeep was a faithful servant. It got us out of ditches, mud-holes, around purposely downed trees and more. Even though it stopped once in awhile, it would always start and get us out of sticky situations at the very right moment.

It is my belief that many things in this world are connected. Paranormal may very well be connected to dimensions and extraterrestrials and their craft. UFOs could very well have human contact and cooperation in many of their ventures. Criminals do not care who they work with. They only care that the end result benefits them. Besides the normal aliens, sightings, fairies, elves, ghosts or goblins, there is a plethora of strangeness in our world.

If a race wanted to diminish our population, what better way to do it than have us start killing each other off. This may very well explain all the constant wars, drug cartels, criminal infested cities and more. What other way to draw our attention from something that is being planned than by scaring us with the things other humans do. For example, Eugene Rudy’s attack on his victim seem to have spurred the news of many similar attacks.

While we are watching these events unfold, our mind is taken away from our current and immediate surroundings. We are so worried about a zombie apocalypse that we quit worrying about what may be lurking around the corner from us on any dark and dreary night.

We are researching a lot of different subjects right now, and yes we are still observing the skies. We just recently watched an interview on a DVD set we picked up at Walmart called Alien Encounters From Fear to Truth, a 13 documentary set. Although it has some of the older stories we have already read about, there is a documentary about Black Ops that you might find very interesting. Especially check out the one about the Philadelphia experiment and Montauk. It is quite bizarre to say the least.

Things seem to be quiet around here lately. The people who had reported to us early on about UFO’s and strange occurrences state they haven’t seen much of anything lately. We understand, that in a small town like this, people are not willing to speak out about what is considered crazy or abnormal events.

In the meantime, Richard is presently going through some sky shots we took the other day and we will be posting anything of interest that we find. Keep your eyes and ears open. If you have a sighting, and doesn’t necessarily have to be paranormal or UFO related and want to speak to someone about it, you can leave a comment at the site or email us at carterbushman@yahoo.com. You can remain totally anonymous if you wish, or we can give you credit for any events or pictures you would like to share.

 

Come on People!!


(Here at the Midnight Observer, our attention won’t always be fixed on the strange and bizarre, though the following, we feel, falls into that category also.)

Lori and I , here at the Midnight Observer, are, I guess, activists after a fashion.  We try to arouse further awareness of the unusual conditions growing around us, one we naively thought had precedence over  other more mundane  priorities.   Our focus was so intent on this we turned our back on the worlds other issues, figuring the least of those worries were people getting along in our country.  With men and women away in war and the country’s financial state at a near all time low, there seemed enough to keep everybody busy, possibly in a mutual fashion, heading towards the  solutions we all know are  a necessity.

When I stopped turning to the TV for my daily dose of negativity and we focused our attention completely on our paranormal research, we had no idea how much we were already out of touch with the reality of things brewing under our nose.  I took a break from writing the other day and decided to catch up a little; to follow the tracks in Yahoo news and you-tube  flicks  towards a more up to date picture of the world we’d ignored.

I might as well have crawled into a time machine and set it for the 1960’s. What in the hell is going on?   Back when we started filling our days with research on the computer, the processing of photos, long hours of field study and the acquisition of images , there was Obama in the office of president and other black politicians seeming  able to posture themselves for their own possible run for the office of president.

The richest woman in America was, I believe, Oprah Winfrey, and a number of the positions of Judges in courts both high and low were likewise occupied by black individuals.    TV programs of both fine and crappy quality were a melting pot of faces and ignorantly I thought our world had finally began to level out.    But I hadn’t taken the rabble-rousers into consideration, the  saboteurs of society both white and black always marching beneath the banner of the Race Card. Extremists  that cling to crimes over a hundred years old in an effort (not to educate the young about the cruelties of harsh opinions and separatism of people) but to instead to sell the same message of hate Hitler and others have disguised as a plan of survival.

Most bizarre of all  it was the rhetoric of an ex-professor, a black teacher, an absolutely abominable statement made by a “supposedly” educated man.  That rhetoric?( His message was “the need for the extermination  of all whites.” )  One of the new leaders of the Black Panther Party backs him in a ho-hum fashion at least during interviews on news programs like Hannity, Bill OReilley, and others.   Where is this coming from?   Why are the beatings on buses and city streets of white children by groups of black children taking place with reversed racial overtones? Why is this now, of all times, on such a rise? And the insanity of killing of all whites and their children, risen to become a priority  more important to some than preserving our planet for future generations of life? or getting our soldiers home?

If I’m angry with a man, I’m going to get satisfaction with him verbally if possible, and physically if no other means of settling it are at hand, but  I’ll not have it out with his great ,great , great, grandson. I don’t believe most of us would damn a whole family for the crime of one of their ancestors. Hatfield and McCoy’s  type vindictiveness has no place in the workings of modern society. If their logic held water, then the persecution of all Germans related to concentration camp  leaders would still be in full swing.  But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it, ?

In that hypothetical situation, Jews,  feeling  justified in slaying or physically beating those modern day German descendants of the monsters in World War II, would be a crime equally if not proportionately bad. It is agreeably the friction of middle eastern conflict and the  separatism due to religion on the British Isles have similarities. For some reason we, as a species, have always been able to justify killing if God has been worked into the cause somewhere. We can’t escape from those truths about our world.   Our Civil War was fought in a massive sacrifice of Americans lives to bring about  that  first costly, bloody step towards freedom.  It was the admittance that something was terribly wrong, something  they no longer wanted to be part of .  If those still in such contention over Slavery would  look with an equal passion at the scores of photos of the horrific losses, examining the numbers that died, they might see in the dead faces of the men who died, largely in their cause, a reason for gratitude.  The history of slavery in this country  has not been about their story alone.    The Irish slave trade began when James II sold 30,000 Irish prisoners as slaves to the New World.  70% of the total population of Montserrat were Irish slaves.

From 1641 to 1652, over 500,000 Irish were killed by the English and another 300,000 were sold as slaves. Ireland’s population fell from about 1,500,000 to 600,000 in one single decade.

Ireland quickly became the biggest source of human livestock for English merchants. The majority of the early slaves to the New World were actually white.

How have they handled existing in the country of their ancestors servitude?  How many angry Irish faces do we see on Saint Patrick’s Day?

This isn’t a question asked in a mocking tone, its just a very good example of a people being able to get on with life, getting on with life

With the statement about the “necessary extermination” still hanging in the air, I have to ask a question that should be asked repeatedly in conversations all over this country and that is why, when we are willing to cross seas to battle terrorism on foreign shores, why do we ignore the seeds of  malignancy at home that have just as great a potential for the  disruption of our union, not through foreign attacks, but in the acts and words of those among us that don’t want to see the fulfillment of our countries  potentials?

They are those unable or unwilling to see and benefit  in the changes of conditions and opportunities, the  rising state of maturity in America.   What were all those white and black lives for that were spent to free blacks?  The tens of thousands strung throughout battlefields all over this country, men who could have walked away from the job, men who knew full well what their end might be.

The words of Martin Luther King, and, god, he knew as well what lay ahead,  but he still spoke not like Pancho Villa, but as a leader concerned with the quelling of violent ideas, not the instigation of them. Finally all the people of color some of whose names may never be known,  they, too, even on the horizon of their physical freedom, had to know inside just how far away  a more complete freedom lied.

It may not occur to you that there is any problem, that you in your associations don’t seem overshadowed in racial tension.  You may think that there is no grounds for such possibilities, but the crimes of people 100 some odd years ago are laid at your door. On a racially charged talk show  hosted by one of the most popular hosts in America, a statement was made that we made up a derogatory term towards blacks.

That is incorrect. We did not, not one person, those hideously evil or those saintly within the life span of those living,  was present the day  it was conceived. We had nothing, anything at all to do with it. The weakness within some to use it is their own separate quarrel, but those that don’t should not be categorized with those that do strictly on an assumption and the color of our skin.

We were the nation all eyes turned to, but we can become the butt of the worlds jokes.  We can also become our own worst enemy by fighting amongst ourselves when so many wolves are at the door. This isn’t a time to digress back into the past,  in conflict and decide to relive the worst of it in different roles.  No reparations will bring back the individuals lost in the camps and furnaces of World War II, and none will be forth coming here.  Those losses we unjustly receive in life are rarely those that are satisfactorily settled. We have to remember the good in the age we live in, and never forget the changes and their cost paid in one form or another by us all.


We all have stories about our glory days. Mine were average in most ways. I didn’t really find my strongest times till long after high school. Still, I was able to play football and run some track,.  There were other physical activities mostly, solitary ones.

I don’t mention these in an effort to brag but as way of better describing the level of my participation in physical interests.  My obsession with these limited the time I allowed for spiritual and mental growth.

The years passed and the illness worsened.  I had to learn to cope with my declining ability to pursue physical activities.

For years, I was  involved in private study in the martial arts and weight training, as much as my body would allow. A hereditary illness was building up steam and finally came to disable me, but  I began, before that, to understanding that one of the keys to not just surviving  my  illness, but making it easier on me and physicians as well was the control of my emotions during attacks, so I truly studied and practiced a few different forms of meditation, finally with constructive results.

Jump forward 20 some odd years and I’m in my 50’s and I’m living in Butler, and have  had the experience with Lori, out east of town. We’ve published, hesitantly, an article on it and surprisingly, in time found our suspicions are true. Others in the area have related similar tales to us. Some were very respectable people employed at the hospital in town.

Others are business owners and even one crew of employees.  This makes our own experience no easier to deal with because we are aware of the stress it has caused us, and can only guess at the effect it has had in their lives.  But there are peripheral issues that seem possibly traceable to the time of our  abduction.

There has been a response in us that seems more than coincidence in the pace of its regular occurrence.  We aren’t just aware of what the other will be thinking a couple of times a day, as some couples and friends do after a long acquaintance. But we are reaching for the same thing at the same time, and other regular events that have us saying half- kidding to one another “stay out of my mind”.  This said with an uneasy laugh.

Now this is, for some, common place and I’m fully aware of that.  I know that,  from it alone, no lines can be drawn to psychic ability or paranormal action.  But it isn’t this alone we’re talking about.  An odd series of what seem mental abilities, psychic maybe, are becoming more and more prevalent in our lives.

Do you know anyone who has problems with insomnia?   It is sapping if not attended to.  I have, since I was a child, had problems with it. The reasons are unimportant.  After the event east of town, I was more watchful than usual and found, of all things, my cure is to grab a battered hard bound copy of Salem’s Lot or another book I find relaxing and attempt to read a few pages.  I say attempt, because after 15 to 20 minutes, I’m nodding off .  One in particular that deals with Visualization.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Sometimes at night  due to insomnia, I wander through the house in the dark.  This night I snatched my camera, a few batteries and a flashlight and  I headed for the kitchen table to study it further and possibly get it adjusted  to a finer setting.   I took a few shots with the flash then and in play turned it on myself. I took a few and was satisfied I had it on the fine setting, and that I really didn’t have the knowledge to to improve it.  Then, I got a squirrelly idea, which is not uncommon for me.

I concentrated like I was going to project something  and took a picture, (really comic book thinking ), but I was semi surprised to see this triangle of light on my forehead. I figured I was miss-interpreting  it somehow.  Sometimes the flashlight, at the right twisted setting, will intensify the beam towards the center of its own beam,  lessening at the same time the width of its illumination.

So, I changed that and this time took it a bit more seriously, knowing how to focus my thought from years of Meditation. I  tried to get myself into the breathing rhythm necessary and concentrated hard, not really knowing at first what result I was after, and then, suddenly, chose a generic male human form as the  attempted projection. Again, this was not as halfhearted as the first playful effort

I tried even harder on the next one, shooting two without a break to preview them each individually.  When I did, I found this triangle more developed and from this area,  like a Polaroid shot exiting the camera from its front, there was an image coming out sideways from that area of my head.  I tried to figure out what  this was, because something, some kind of recognition kept me interested in it. Finally I turned the image around on its side and before I turn it further, I saw what it was.

It was the fuzzy image of something half- portrayed. It was like an image of a mans head and shoulders below water, just half of it. Very vague.  This was uncertain in its detail, but, in the next one, the next photo with my brow looking almost puffy and my eyes looking angry, the same effect was coming from my head again.  Only this time the image was much more developed and it was clear who it was.

IT WAS ME! With the hair I had at the time, the neck and chest and shoulder structure,  and even the hollows at the point where  the neck meets the chest and shoulders, and the line of the clavicle, the bone running across, it was me.

Being an artist and doing portraits and murals of people  for years I had a fairly good understanding  of the appearance of the anatomy through the skin.   Beside these points,  were the well-defined chin, hair, nose and one eye that had an eerie mannequin like appearance to it.

I knew this was no miss-interpretation. I knew it; the photos before and those after it taken in the same lighting were completely different.   So, I was intrigued by it.  Later I decided to see if colored light had any effect and took a series in red light. Nothing occurred this time. I wondered if that failure had been due, not to the light or the environment, but my level of preparedness .

I tried it again, this time giving it a lot of thought.  The breathing, a part I’d not done in the previous failure, was used as in the very first white light shots.    This time I envisioned a woman’s generic form, hoping at least for arms and legs.  There was an odd red shape, but I was very frustrated thinking that maybe the very first success had been a fluke.

After some time I tried again, only this time I did something I wouldn’t advise for anyone to do because it has to be hard on the eyes. I held the red light in a stabilized  position,  but at an angle till  it threw rays up in a filmy type of sheer, obscuring vision beyond it.   Then, instead of grunting in angry concentration, I visualized I was able to mold this light; that a portion of it was being folded and folded and pulled into an hourglass shape.

This was very difficult.  I was almost certain, upon examining the images, I’d find another failure. There were the most incredible results,  one so clear, I was equally depressed by it.  Knowing the nature  of groups in the UFO and paranormal world, there was no way they would believe the photo.  I’ve presented this before, but I do again because it is GENUINE.  The look on my face is odd. The angle my head is bent back at, doesn’t make sense, and the rounded forms, VERY material in nature, that seem to be pushing my head aside, are at once both hilarious and the most incredible contradictions to common sense I’ve ever acquired.

If this is a spiritual manifestation, it is one that strongly suggests  that those in the spirit world are not without a sense of humor.  The perceived gesture? Well it seems to place me more in the role of their entertainer than a serious researcher here, but I can live with that.  If this is the answer to the this image, I would find it extremely pleasing to know that in a world of true searches  and those others that are fakes, I found a trigger for this kind of connection,  though at the present it is an unconscious one

One thing disturbs me, though. There are other possibilities for the origin of this and one is a mystical, supposed ability.  In it individuals or groups use a united effort to focus and create.

The form they attempt to mold is called an Egregore,    Egregore (also egregor) is an occult concept representing a “thoughtform” or “collective group mind”, an autonomous psychic entity made up of, and influencing, the thoughts of a group of people. The symbiotic relationship between an egregore and its group has been compared to the more recent, non-occult concepts of the corporation (as a legal entity) and the meme.

First I am involved in no occult groups that I am aware of.   I, likewise am Christian or its equivalent and my only experimentation with this has been alone. I believed when I was projecting an image or trying to, it was just that; a visual somehow transmitted from the mind to a point in the air that digital photography could capture it.  Why it is possible or how it occurs are answers I’m unaware of.

My questions are one:

One: Is there a difference between the two results I had?  Secondly, why was I able, while alone,  to make that much of a form show up on film with a solid appearance?. I understand that Egregores, (even with my results)  are not yet proven to exist, begin as thought forms.  The speculation from there gets even spacier.  I’m not saying their existence is an impossible. I’m not saying my experience wasn’t with a partially formed one. I’m just saying, as titillating as the possibilities are, it may be a long time before the jury is in on this one.   Rich                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

The pictures were all taken from a sitting position.

They were with varying states of preparedness.

One result seems to be a figure or portion of one.

The other result is ticker tape like , more like a hologram projected from my head.

The statements made in this article were guesses, assumptions, drawn from my limited paranormal background.

The Photos were all genuine.  I will be willing to back my statements with a lie detector test .