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Over the years, in a somewhat snotty
way, I distained personal accounts of UFO encounters. Most seemed
way over the top and some, frankly, sounded like they had been written to
impress their wealthy Grandmother or to get attention.
I have therefore refrained over the
years from reciting my own specific UFO experiences, which total three in
number.
The first was while in attendance of a
lecture, which among other things was about, would you believe, UFOs. Not
about the tin pot kind with flashing lights and loud music playing like a
giant pipe organ, but about those from the vast fleet of the Heavenly host
sitting in orbit outside the orbit of Pluto in the Kuiper belt.
The lecture was being delivered out of
the living room of a small second story apartment in Vancouver British Columbia
in the winter of 1971. The full topic of the lecture was taking responsibility
in the aftermath of the Luciferion Self Will Rebellion of the Cosmic Overplus,
now officially ended.
The lecturer had gone for awhile and
then called a short break. A couple of us ended up on a back porch balcony
together discussing aspects of the lecture. The porch door was closed. One
of the others was a young eighteen year old girl from Columbian who had just
recently come to Canada. The other was a six foot nine young fellow
from Vancouver who you just had to suspect was an incarnated Sasquatch by
his unlikely height and slightly splayed front teeth.
We had just gotten onto the UFO aspect
of the lecture. It was about eight thirty in the evening and the sky was
heavily laden with a thick low hanging layer of uniform overcast cloud. The
light from the city were reflecting off the cloud layer giving a soft yellow
hue to the overcast.
This was back in the day when Sabre
Jets were the air plane weapon of choice for the Canadian armed forces.
We used to see them flying overhead on a semi regular basis. This was before
the roaring small behemoths that like to fly by nowadays shattering all your
windows and teeth.
The Sabre Jets used to look just like a
silver version of the smoothed out white dove of peace used universally in anti
war posters everywhere in the world. A very distinctive sound of the jet engine
could be heard hanging aback somewhat from the plane due to the slow speed
of sound compared to that of light.
I had just started to say something
about the UFO topic then stopped. A silver Sabre Jet had started moving
across the sky quickly from right to left under the cloud canopy, just as if
somebody had started flashing the Bat signal off the clouds from a spot light.
And was sweeping it right to left.
I instinctively turned to hear the
characteristic jet trail whoosh of the engine somewhere back of the jet. But
no sound. The flying object was as silent as a leaf floating on water. I started
to stammer, 'It's-s-s-s a a a ---. The girl from Columbia was standing with her
hand raised over her head, and cut right in, 'When ever I saw a UFO in Columbia,
I would get a big buzz over top my head'.
She had no sooner than finished the
sentence when the back door opened. The lecturer stuck his head out and
with a great big grin on his face said, 'Well did you see it, did you see
the flying saucer.' then went back inside.
The second time I saw a flying saucer
was about four months later. By now I was batching it up with one of the other
participants of the lecture. We were living in a small two room apartment on
the second floor of an old house on Albernie street just off the downtown core
of Vancouver.
Vancouver was already well into the
transformation of its downtown periphery from stately old rooming houses and
mansions into less stately towering high rise apartments and office buildings.
Except for a few old houses still left on Albernie street, most of the buildings
were ten stories and higher. Meaning that if you stood in the middle of the
street and looked west, all you could see of the sky was a thin slice between
towering high rises on either side. Like standing at the bottom of a very deep,
very narrow canyon.
I had been in my room working on a Sci
Fi novel that was nearing completion at the time but which never got
published. My brother, who had also been at the lecture was over for a visit.
Suddenly the room mate leaped into the room gasping out that a UFO was
sitting straight overhead in the middle of the street.
I dropped everything and tumbled down
the stairs as fast as could go without falling. An identical Silver Saber
Jet type UFO was sitting as still as a board in the sky overhead, positioned
clear as a bell right in the middle of the gap between the two high building
on either side. As soon as I saw it, it suddenly zipped out of site behind
the tall building on the left.
Seconds later my brother came tumbling
out of the house yelling, "Where is it where's the flying saucer'? He had
missed it by about three seconds. Apparently he wasn't supposed to have seen
it.
The third time was down in Denver Colorado
in nineteen seventy three. the lecturer and his wife had moved to Denver and
about a dozen of us had followed suite to continue with the lectures and survive
by selling flowers in the bars and restaurants around Denver. After about nine
months, four of us decided to move up to Spokane Washington. The morning we
were scheduled to leave, the lecturer and his wife held a farewell barbeque in
their back yard with the others present to help send us off in style. Directly
overhead for the whole morning was a long narrow sausage shaped cloud that
seemed noticeably too close overhead as opposed to normal clouds. It also
shimmered around the edges making the edges completely diffuse looking, unlike
the normal well defined edges of cumulous and similar clouds. It actually had
the same kind of ephemeris shimmer that some of the clouds have high up in
the Jet stream. Only this one was directly overhead, no more than about a
thousand feet straight up.
Eventually it was time to go. We said
our good byes and headed out on the divided highway due north out of town.
The lecturer and his wife had decided to follow us out on the freeway as an
honour guard send off. About twenty miles out, the shimmering cloud was
still directly over their car trailing about an eighth of a mile behind.
Forty miles out the cloud was still there, straight overhead of their car
about a thousand feet up.
At the forty mile marker they decided
to head back into town. They crossed over a meridian to the other
direction of the freeway and faded off into the distance back into town. The
cloud faded off into the distance back into town with them.
Over the years since I have come to
recognize the bare faced presence of Radionnic ships in the fifth dimension
by the characteristic magnetic ionnic signatures they create in the
atmosphere overhead. A detail of the signature, including photographs is
available at
http://www.waftit.com/under as the topic titled
'RADIONNIC UFO SHIP
SIGNATURES'.
Actually, in hindsight of the ship
signatures, I came to realize that I had once been looking at a whole fleet
of UFOs without recognizing the relevance. One day in the summer
of nineteen seventy one, the lecturer had organized an outing for the day at
Vancouver's Second beach on English along Vancouver's West End. A few days
before, the lectured s remarked that if we were really on our toes we might
see a UFO or two.
It was beautiful sunny clear day, except
that the sky was covered by crisscrossing lines of clouds like broken glass as
far the eye could see in all directions up and down the eighty mile of open
Georgia Straight, and over to the mountains of Vancouver Island twenty miles
across the straight to the west. No one saw a flying saucer, but the broken
glass overhead stayed like that for the entire day.
Radionnic cloud signatures radiate out
from a point of center like the spokes of a wheel. If two Radionnic ship
signatures crisscross from different directions, they will crisscross looking
a bit like broken glass. If a whole pile of them are crisscrossing at the same
time, it will look like very very broken glass.
I know now that we had all been looking
for the whole time that day at the magnetic signatures of a whole pile of
Radionnic Ships on show for no doubt our benefit without even realizing it.
The lecturer long since passed away in the late nineteen eighties. The core
of his teaching went into the beginning of website
http://www.revelatorium.com, which has expanded many times since,
now providing
a complete picture of the picture.
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