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Even though we are no longer doing field research, we still hear about strange objects and events and as we have stated before, we will share these on the Midnight Observer. The following sighting was sent to me on the morning of July 24th, 2014 via Facebook. The young lady that submitted the information to me also included drawings of what she saw. She was, at one time, involved in paranormal research herself. Following is the report as she sent it to us.

“ Okay, here is what happened to me last night on my way home from church bible study. I was driving in the country, and way out in a field I saw three lights, one smaller one on top and two below that were a bit bigger, kind of like a triangle shape.

At first I thought it was a combine, because they do farm in the dark at times. Then I realized the lights were way too far up to be a combine, they were above tree height. It got closer and it was coming quickly. I was afraid that this “whatever” thing was going to run over me.

I stopped my car, turned down the radio all the way, and it came across the road and across the next field really fast. There were no other lights, just those three in the front. From what I saw, when it went in front of me, there was a rounded top, down to two flat wings that went the entire side of whatever it was. It didn’t make much noise and I am not sure that the humming sound was the object or my car, from my radio or from the AC on my car, but it was so totally awesome!!!!

The lights disappeared after it shot past me. I tried to get to the end of the road, grab my phone at the same time and see if I could see it from the next road going west. I was going north at the time and the object went from east to west, probably took ten seconds if even that long to go from where I first saw it to where I lost sight of it.

I was on CC Hwy. just north of 10002. It was about 9:52 pm. I will try to post the pics of the drawings I made. They were terrible, but it’s the best I can do”

this is kinda what the lights looked like from the front across the field

this is kinda what the lights looked like from the front across the field

the top one is what it looked like going by me and the bottom is what i could see as it approached me... hope this helps

the top one is what it looked like going by me and the bottom is what i could see as it approached me… hope this helps

 

 

 

 

 

If anyone else in the area saw something on the night of July 23rd, we would be interested in hearing about it.

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Author: Lori Carter

USA, UK, France, South Africa, Netherlands

USA, UK, France, South Africa, Netherlands

(This map shows some of the countries that have participating members)

I get irritated when I hear of someone hoaxing a UFO sighting or ET experience. It is an insult to those of us who have actually had an experience that has changed our outlook, our lives. We have to live each day with what we saw or what happened to us, knowing and wondering what else is going on that is hidden from us through secrecy, lies and screen memories. Lost time and the indications of unpleasant encounters such as we had on our tapes can haunt you for the rest of your life. Researching, searching, and researching more cannot always help you find the answers, but can, in fact, take you in directions that lead to more discoveries of the strange, dangerous, unknown, and paranormal.

Because of the skeptics, the intrusions in your life, the unknown but indicated and continuing events, life can be difficult to face and often times experiencers, contactees, and abductees find they have to continually defend themselves on their experiences. These are some of the reasons that UFO researchers and experiencers get downright angry when they hear of a hoax.

Normally a hoax is heard of after the fact, after researchers, investigators or curiosity seekers run across evidence that shows the incident or occurrence is not real.  There are those circumstances where the “real” experiencers have been accused of hoaxing, where people have gone out of their way to prove an experience or person as a hoax, when, in fact, they really did have something happen. Stories like the Gulf Breeze sightings, Travis Walton, Stan Romanek and, yes; even Betty and Barney Hill have had their problems with being accused of dishonesty in the retelling of their experiences.

Stan Romanek has been in the news lately with one clip showing him possibly trying to create odd events happening during an interview and the latest concerning accusations that he had child pornography in his possession. Of course he, his friends and wife point to set-ups by others, including accusing the government of putting things on their computer. The outcome to this may take a long time in coming.

Before I stray from the point of this article, let me get back to the reason I am irritated. I received an e-mail from a UFO group that I am a member of, with a link that takes you to a site/ forum where the members are hobbyists involved in remote controlled drones and rotor craft. According to the information, the owner of the site and several other members were conversing about the plans to stage a UFO sighting hoax in April around the world.

They originally planned it for the 1st of April, but as of the last time the site was accessible, they had changed it to April 5th. I went to the link the other day, after some others had heard and posted about this planned hoax, they have changed the front page, making the conversations on the forum inaccessible to non-members.

They claimed to have members worldwide that were going to take part in this hoax but the spread sheet that was included must have had a virus attached because my virus software refused to let me open it, saying it was dangerous. Of course this page with, the conversations planning this event is no longer viewable at the FPVLAB site anymore, however I was able to see that their list of members was over 19,000 and reading another article that was put up after I received the email, the author was able to discover other countries with members who were willing to participate.

As far as anyone knows, at this point now, there is a mass UFO sighting hoax planned for April 5th, with all of the remote craft that will be launched fitted with blue, led lighting. Supposedly it will take place at 8:00 PM around the world, since they believe that is a time when it will be dark, people will still be walking around and more likely to see the blue lights in the sky.

While the members of this hoax are portraying it as something they can joke about later, there are a few things that come to mind. Is it actually a joke or a way to disguise something else that is going to happen? Could they have planned this as a joke, but the initial person was instructed to bring this into development, hoping it would go viral so people wouldn’t be surprised to actually see something in the air, something that might not be their rotorcraft or drones at all, but something that is actually waiting to land unnoticed? Could this have been instigated to draw our attention away from something bigger?

I try not to point fingers or judge. I’ve had enough non-believers and skeptics in my life. I try to look at everything with an open mind, but when I see that something is an actual hoax, when the proof is shown, it irritates me, it makes all of us who believe there is something out there much less credible in the eyes of our friends, family and viewers.  This is the first time I have heard of an actual hoax being planned and if it isn’t a cover up for something bigger, it makes me downright angry.

Just one more note on here: If there are 19,010  members on this site that are willing to participate, how many friends, fellow hobbyist does each member have that might being willing to go along with this hoax, and if it isn’t to cover up something bigger, how much more attention will it draw from those above the earth that are definitely observing/interacting with us?

While some of these articles claim this author discovered the hoax, I have to add that I received the link in an e-mail days before any of these articles appeared and it kind of irks me that someone would use this information to add their advertisement to, trying to get people to buy their book.


Author: Lori Carter

We have said before that we will post any reports. The information that is sent to us doesn’t have to be current. Our goal is to show what is out there, no matter how long ago it was. Following is an e-mail we received after the last article. This dates back to the mid to late 70’s but has haunted this person all of their life. Abductees and experiencers never forget what they have seen or experienced. It stays with them for the rest of their lives.

As with any information, we do not post exact locations or names unless we are asked to. Everyone’s privacy is important and we respect this. Not everyone wants to make a report. Some are worried about what their friends, relatives, and/or neighbors will think, and others have concerns that it will affect their business or employment. We fully understand. We are not affiliated with any of the larger UFO investigative organizations. If you wish to make a report with any of them, be careful. Make sure you know who you are dealing with, Google them, check linkedin, run an online criminal record search.

There are a lot of scams out here and some of them are even associated with larger, more professional UFO/Paranormal groups. Do not sign any kind of release or paperwork until you have it read it thoroughly or you could end up giving up your rights to anything you tell them and any photos you give them. There are some good people out there, just be careful and choose the right one. I am posting the letter as it was sent to us, with the persons permission and the agreement that we do not disclose their name. The attached picture is just a rendition of what they might have seen. This person reached out to us because they needed to talk about it. We are willing to listen and share anything you think others should know about and still keep your name and residence quiet. There is mention of several counties in this letter, because the person wanted us to know that they were familiar with different areas of the state. They do not mention the exact location of this event.

We just want to show that there have been sightings and experiences long before our abduction, and that they continue. Please feel free to share with us anything unusual you have seen or experienced. The letter has been edited for punctuation and spelling only.

1976 Sighting

Rendition of sighting

Rendition of sighting

Dear Sir & Family;

Just wanted to write to you to say I am sorry for all that you have had to go through.

I grew up in St. Francois County Missouri, and spent time in Iron and Reynolds counties as well. My first remembrance of realizing all is not what it seems was around 1975-76. My family was having a reunion on my Grandfather and Grandmothers farm in very rural Missouri. All of the grandchildren were churning home-made ice-cream out in the yard.

It was almost dusk; the sun had just slipped behind the next mountain closest to us. I remember laughing and playing with my cousins….and then everyone became quiet. I realized the adults were looking skyward. All of us youngsters looked up as well– to see at least 6 silver disk shaped objects in still formation above the hilltop (where the sun was setting).

The objects were clearly visible, close proximity, and not making any noise. I will never forget the lights on the objects either. Each object had one row of pulsating white lights that went in a circular motion; you could clearly see the crafts were of a rounded shape. What followed was mayhem. The adults were rushing all of us children into the house, most of us so scared by what we were seeing we were crying. Even most of the adults came into the house with us, and some of my Aunts were crying as well out of fear.

Most of the men of our family stayed outside to watch the objects. When I was allowed back outside, I saw two objects left in the sky and I saw them change their appearance. Both objects became solid bright white lights, like staring closely at car headlights. My Father took us home at that point. I remember one of the lights followed us slowly for several miles. I have since throughout my life seen some strange things in the sky, but never to this magnitude.

This is something that I have not written about or really talked about to anyone, but this experience taught me a lesson at a young age. Over my lifetime (I am now 46) I have always watched the sky, for exactly what I don’t know,-maybe fear, maybe intrigue, maybe even for the day they “officially” land.

I just wanted to tell you-you are not alone in the path you have had to walk. I hope your health will get better and your “walk” will be lighter to bare. Thank you so very much for your website!! Thanks for taking the time to deal with the true reality of what is taking place right under most peoples noses.

Again-Thanks, Take Care, and Blessings to You and Yours

Update

I have been in constant communication with this person. Below is are a few excerpts from  e-mails that I have been authorized to share. There are many details that suggest this person has been abducted at least once, probably more. The dreams that are mentioned, the heightened paranormal activity around the house and the instinctive feeling of being observed or watch are characteristics mentioned in many abductee reports.

Dear Lori;      
Thanks for sending the picture. It is close enough to what we saw that I am shaking as I try to type this and getting nauseated. The disks we saw were a little more silver in color at first( they appeared to be made out of shiny silver “metal”) BEFORE they changed into the bright white lights. That being said, you did an excellent job of the re-creation. The sun set and the beautiful hills pictured are just like being there all over again. This is so upsetting for me, but this needs to be told.
        
That evening, we all truly felt that we were being watched by the “crafts”. I still yet, to this day, get creeped out at times, like they are close around. I get really scared by that feeling. I know that sounds crazy-BUT- I KNOW you understand what I am trying to convey to you.
You have my permission to include the re-creation photo and print my story. In further, this event happened on “AA” hwy in southern St. Francois County, Missouri.
 
Just-a-note-; People are so wrapped up in their day-to-day lives, it is like they do not notice anything out of place anymore. I am sometimes AMAZED — it is almost like people are ” functionaly asleep” — but awake at the same time, just going through the motions of a matrix style pre-programmed life.( Maybe I have that kind of view because of what I witnessed as a child though too). 

Dear Lori;

Thanks for writing back so promptly. Please use any of my emails you need to use for your article.  I have NEVER told anyone the following things I am getting ready to write, save my nineteen year old daughter who also senses when “things” are not “right”.

 Concerning the heightened sense of awareness you wrote of, I have had that all my life as well (since the event). And to be totally honest with you, I DON’T want to know if anything else happened that night. Ever since that night, I have had nightmares of the “smaller greys” being in my presence– at any residence I ever resided at. (Although in my nightmares their color is a combination of green, silver, and pewter kind of all mixed into a strange color)

With these “beings”-there is absolutely NO CHANCE of bonding or forming any sort of human-like or animal-like relationship with them. The feeling I get from these nightmares is of total horror and fear. It feels like trying to find a soul while looking into the eyes of a reptile getting ready to strike at you. It is like there is NOTHING behind those eyes that resembles ANY part of anything like love, compassion, mercy, or even understanding. It is like looking into an utter abyss of black NOTHINGNESS. It feels like being stalked by an aggressive tormentor, that we have no earthly defenses against. (And I still have nightmares of all those flying disks my family saw as well).

Things have also disappeared in our home more times than I can count, only to reappear in illogical, unused areas of our home. We have also had clocks that run without batteries, etc. On occasion, I would get pushed while walking down our stairs, and once my daughter’s boyfriend was pushed on the stairs as well.  Thank God the pushes seemed to be more playful than malicious.  In further, furniture would move around upstairs on the hard wood floors, it made a horribly loud racket. No one was ever upstairs at the time of the furniture moving. It was so common, we would just look at each other and shrug our shoulders.( But having lived here 6 years now, I have noticed the activity in our home is always at peak in the fall months.)       

Note From Author: This person also related that they had paranormal investigators out to the house at one point but their machines and monitors wouldn’t work properly. They never had them come out again. Basically, even though this sighting is from the 1070’s it just proves, again, that when something of this magnitude happens, you become always aware, always concerned and you never forget.


Author: Lori Carter

Although we are not going out as often as we were, we still investigate when we can. After our article in the February 2010 New Xpress here in Butler, we received many e-mails and verbal confirmations about strange occurrences in our area. We still get reports from some of these people and have been remiss in sharing them.

One person, who lives in Rich Hill has sent us a few pictures of orbs appearing during daytime hours in strange places. He also has shared information on Bigfoot sightings in the Four Rivers area. We don’t do Bigfoot investigations because we have no idea what we should be looking for. We did drive down near this area one evening to see if we found anything strange. That was the evening we got the pictures of the burning tree. (see “A Message in Light”)

There are many investigators and UFO followers who believe that paranormal activity increases after a UFO sighting. Many people have reported strange, paranormal activity in their homes after a UFO sighting by one or more witnesses. In the early stages of our case, after our initial abductions, we had what could be described as paranormal activity in our home, still do. There are unexplained noises, objects being moved around and things that disappear for a few days and then show back up, not to mention the fact that there are shadows that move and we both, at several different times, have felt something or someone touch us.

There are also those that believe Bigfoot sightings increase where there have been UFO sightings.  Several people believe that Bigfoot is an alien race. It is listed on the 57 alien species that Clifford Stone says the government has catalogued.

Daytime Orb, Rich Hill area

Daytime Orb, Rich Hill area

These pictures I am posting are from the Rich Hill area where we found several images in our trips that indicate it might be a very busy area including “Bubba” under one of the larger bridges. The one of by the tractor and at the Indian ceremony were shared with us by our friend from Rich Hill.

Bubba, under bridge in Rich Hill

Bubba, under bridge in Rich Hill

The two most recent Bigfoot sightings were very close to the orb sightings and a few other “orange ball” sightings that have been reported to us.

Orange Ball in Orrick

Orange Ball in Orrick

The odd thing about these pictures is the time of day they appeared. Most orb sightings seem to appear after the sun has set.

Orbs at Indian Ceremony in Rich Hill

Orbs at Indian Ceremony in Rich Hill

Does paranormal activity increase around UFO sightings? Could the paranormal and extraterrestrial beings be related? The answer to that question may never be known for sure. No matter where you go to research any of this, you are bound to find those who believe the visitations we get are from beneficial beings and others who believe they are evil, possibly the spawn of the fallen angels. Either way, there is a lot of unexplained activity and sightings around the globe. The one factor that seems to be become more evident as reports come in, is their appearance in less populated areas like rural Missouri.

Places like these are perfect for them to hide what they are doing, what they might be building, or even serve as undisturbed feeding grounds. Many rural areas in our country hold acres and acres of wooded land that isn’t processed or commercialized, and with the many water ways, like those in our area, and the many caves and possible underground tunnels, they would have the means to move around, take care of their business unobserved and undisturbed.


jurt 001One of the most frustrating, yet stimulating, facts about this study is that you’re always going to be that sophomore in high school.  By that, I mean we’re never going to graduate, never going to know in a complete sense the sum total of knowledge in this subject, we won’t even get close.   I have had, during this learning process, to adjust my thinking and shave away a great deal of my skepticism. I’d be a liar if I said the visual portion of our data wasn’t largely responsible for it. But in this I’m referring to photos of odd machines and vehicle like objects in the sky or strange figures moving about in the fields and woodlands. The issue, I’m bringing up today, needs no proving. It is not a question of the proper interpretation of a distant light; it isn’t a guess at what was on a hillside, or swimming at the vague distance below. Its proof is solid. I can walk up to it and touch it.

Our problem began two days ago when we realized that a modification, a repair had taken place in our home. Until two days ago there had been a large crack an inch wide in places, long and irregular. It stretched across the ceiling where a bay window attaches to the house on the north side.  It had appeared rather quickly so I hadn’t ruled out it was settling of the house. I had no other logical explanations for it, and aside of plans to fix it, I had few other thoughts about it. I was as concerned as Lori was about the size of the gap an inch or wider in places; you could see the lathing strips through it.

But something happened, and it almost feels stupid to complain about a fix instead of a problem, except we had nothing to do with it, had no knowledge of it. (We are certain of this) Oh, we spoke on a number of occasions about making it a priority, but, you must understand that I was consciously steering away from the project because I didn’t yet have the mesh I wanted to use to overlap over the opening.  This could not have been done by either of us alone for good reason. . During our waking hours we are together generally in the same room or only a doorway away separated for very short periods of time. Lori has problems of balance due to previous head injuries in her youth. I was born with epilepsy, treated, yes, but I have dizzy spells occasionally, and for mutual reasons we both look out for the other.

Finally, this adds up to neither of us being ninja like in our movements through the house. Neither of us could be graceful nor quiet enough to work on a ladder without the other knowing. Neither of us takes naps during the day, and again if one of us did the other would be roused by the smallest sounds.  Both of us have lived in areas with a high crime rate, and been victims of violent crime, so we learned over the years to sleep light.  I can’t imagine either of us could, in a crowded room, try to balance on a ladder with a trowel full of some sort of wood putty, work over our head, not without the other behind them, below to steady them. It would be a noisy, messy operation to fill a crack wider than my fingers in places in a 7 foot stretch of separated ceiling. There is this and the fact that I believe her when she says she knows nothing about it.

I think the heart of the problem here isn’t that a needed home repair has taken place; it’s that a situation has occurred, something we have no memory of.    Lori and I take pride in our accomplishments as small as they may be and if either of us had done that, fixed the ceiling, we’d still be walking by it in proud moments of satisfaction, commenting about it.  Another disturbing point is that it looks like it was repaired a long time ago.  Finally, we don’t have the paint that would be necessary to blend the repair into the rest of the ceiling. We have only had a complete absence of memory over an important event once before, and that was the nights of our abductions which included strange human voices on our recorder.

So, what possibilities are there? We are buying the house from a very decent man, but one who now leaves these issues to us, to the people buying the house. No, I don’t expect it is even a remote possibility.  Besides, he is very ill, and doubtlessly his money is being spent for his treatments, not hiring repairmen to fix buyer’s houses without their knowledge. He would not be planning this for the short periods we’re out of the house!!  With no key to our new locks, it’s illogical.   Also there would be the smell of the fresh paint. So what else?

Nothing is quite as disconcerting as the belief that others have been in your home. In this scenario, someone has a way in and is there long enough to perform a fairly lengthy repair job. I’ve resurfaced walls, worked with mortar and trowels, repaired and replaced whole walls. I know it is not a quick job. It doesn’t dry quickly enough, and finally gravity works against you.  The wider the openings, the higher the chance of the bonding agent free falling out of the gap, hence the reason I planned to purchase the mesh.

Yes this is the “Midnight Observer” and not “This Old House” and yes, there is a bizarre parallel I’d like to mention. A year or so back, I was involved in meditation research.  During my exercise I would take breaks and get up and walk through the dark house and stretch my legs, carrying the camera along. I would take pictures from the kitchen through the rest of the house occasionally.  In one I found what appeared, in the picture, to be an opening in one of the walls directly facing me. It was like a near perfect square suddenly opening in the wall. Within it was what appeared to be a possible figure, almost stepping down into it. This was not visible to my eyes or at least I was unable to recognize it.

This was all visible through the doorway to that room, that bay window area on the north side of the house.  Now before you say okay, it could have been the shapes of the windows in that bay area, well, no it couldn’t have been. The man we’re buying this house from had not been able to fix the windows in this space and had boarded them up. This was all painted a very even, light tan shade,  boarded over windows and the walls all the same light shade.  The vantage point down the hallway  of my camera was not barred by furniture. There was no explanation for the dark square about 6 ft. tall and 4 ft. wide; this in the same bay window area the healing of the ceiling takes place.

We’ve examined the logical, the physical possibility that reasoning adults would first examine, but that said, let’s wander a bit and talk about other scenarios, theories  far from new others out there a bit more.  Maybe  this person, a stalker of some kind, like (Dwaine Chilliness), might have been watching us, waiting for us to leave and then picked the locks and entered the house. To do what? To rob us? To lie in wait in a closet to kill us? Or to grab the ladder and joint putty and fix our ceiling???

We have a policeman living next door, within view of our back porch entrance to the house. He is aware of the previous problems we’ve had with a stalker. Would you take that kind of chance breaking and entering just to do home repairs knowing they could return at any time?? I can hear the laughter at the police dept. right now as you try to explain that one.

From there you better get the friendly councilor and the white coat that ties in back ready,,  because the last of the theories vying for the role of possibility is just plain out there.  It is  about Unusual suspects,  and not ones you can round up on the corner or around the block at the bar.  These suspects are from way out of town . Its about realms , dimensions and a possible method that some travelers might use. And frankly, to even begin this portion of the conversation and explain these notions, I can’t strongly enough emphasize  its  of a highly hypothetical nature.

Dimensions; Imagine you had the ability to travel between them, well  maybe not travel between them as much as overlap them.  What if you had this method down to a science? What if you had a highly accurate kind of correlations and computations, allowing you to plan the meeting of the two down to the inch?  They could be so precise you could remain within a building in your dimension and pick an exact spot in another and not necessarily move, but instead, align the two locations together, ever so slightly overlaping them. Maybe you could bring them together in such a way, that for all useful purposes, this target would be attached  to your building at the point of this overlapping. This dwelling  and the room you wished to enter would be open to you through this breach caused by the connection, by the overlapping.

In this way abductions or scientific forays could be performed with the least visibility, with the least trauma for your subjects, giving you optimal access to them and everything in their environment.  But lets say   maybe you put a little too much zing in the “way back machine” and you cracked the roof of your subjects home,,,. No problem. This system would give you easy access to return at the right time for repairs once you realized your mistake.  ( Yea, the stalker with the lock pic kit and the  home repairs fetish sounds more reasonable all the time.)

Richard Carter

 Note: There are cultures that still believe in unseen creatures, ones that sometimes plant crops, repair fences, and mend buildings for the people they like.

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 ?


There was an episode on the old Lost in Space program, about a being named the Keeper, who traveled around the Galaxy collecting all kinds of creatures, that  from our perspective would be considered most monstrous.  But how possible would this scenario be?

With the sure knowledge that we have had visitors for some time from outside the earth, might not some races of beings collect species for their curiosity and experimentation?

We break rather easily, so replacements would be needed. Are some of the disappearances without a trace  just signs of another keepers passing?

Researchers are exposed to all sorts of things, especially those in the field of the paranormal. Still, inescapably, there are moments you can never be prepared for, never make sense of.

Many of the things we have brought you are really recognitions of the cameras all seeing eye, largely chance encounters.

But, there are things seen that never fade, never seem less shocking than the moment in which they were committed to your memory.

This is just such a moment; We were on a day trip, a patrol not often done on Dakota st.  The reason for this is, we refuse to travel far down that road without some form of backup,at night or in daylight. Given the fact it is the area of our abduction and subsequent sightings afterward, it is just not a move we take lightly. With the activity on the square , we felt that the two bridges entering and leaving town  to the east still needed occasional photographic examination.

So agreeing only to follow it for a mile, we headed out.   As Lori drives very slowly I watch for areas of visibility back through the canopy of very old trees, ground level openings to exposure within the tree wall.    We stop to take images when necessary, which is often,  and as we  drove down Dakota, with the bridge ahead of us, I was taking images of a weeded area along the face of the forest.

I was holding the camera outside the window, and saw movement in the grass.There was no time to identify it, at 60 or 70 yards possibly 80, it  happened too fast. I just remember jerking my camera up and instinctively aiming, without looking in the view finder.   Something that looked like figures was rising quickly, attached to a rope or cable, being drawn straight up and disappearing into the very low, hanging storm clouds.   I saw with my own eye,  something flesh colored,  twisting loosely in the air like a bunch of  fish on a line.

Remove the fantastic possibilities from the equation and you still have a baffling mystery.  Let’s look at a few possibilities, and please call me out if they sound like B.S.    One;  first maybe an airlift, but of what kind?  Most farmers, as far as I know, have little use for freight helicopters. The area the object was lifted from had weeds of varying heights, some chest high. Above were branches of large trees nearby, that would have made it unsafe for a helicopter to descend into the area.

I know, in various spots and very different climates around the world, certain planes can fly low, hook into lines and fly on with the cargo they have picked up. This is especially effective in the arctic due to the absence of trees.   Still, these operations are usually highly professional and are connected to military or scientific groups.   Far to close to us in daylight conditions for an aberration, you can say they weren’t bodies if it makes you feel better,  but what are they then, and what was the thick dark cable extending far above the treeline into the clouds?   The whole thing took maybe less than three seconds.

Okay lets say they WERE bodies of some kind, possibly skinned animals instead. I’ll agree it could be a possibility, but even in the blurriness of the photo , the lighter form looks like it could have arms raised above its  head.   What could be so important in those woods it would need this exotic treatment?    Aren’t most animals killed, taken to a four wheel drive vehicle of some kind, and hauled away in that fashion?

No , there is an element of haste in this.  What was lifted was taken up on the very outskirts of a small town where its thick wooded areas begin and properties grow sparse.   It was lifted in this fashion because, while hidden in the high weeds, it was nigh invisible. Their claiming of it, bringing it from ground level to their means of transportation amid the clouds, took only 3  seconds, very little time for a public to take notice.  But, the very clouds that hid their means of flight also inhibited their view of the ground. Maybe at the height necessary for this operation they didn’t even hear our engine or the gravel as we came down the road.   Maybe that is why we had the chance to see it.

Objects concealed by clouds  performing mysterious acts, it’s a reoccurring formula isn’t it?

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 .