The Fukushima Disaster and More…

Nuclear Energy and Why it Spells Doom for the Planet.

The Fukushima Disaster and More…

(This is a paper in work)

The best information that we can find on the Fukushima disaster comes from primarily two different sources of which comes with our highest recommendation:

One: Arnie Gundersen of;

And Australian Dr. Helen Caldicott;

These two independent scientist and researchers have been trying to bring about global awareness to the flaws in nuclear power since the days of The Three Mile Island partial meltdown. A simple way to access the myriad of information, that these two academics have to offer, is by simply entering their names (independently) into the “You Tube” search box field.

Tremendously, the circumstances at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear power plant [Units: One, Two, Three and Four] is ongoing and continue to get worse (exponentially) on a day-by-day basis, since March 11, 2011.

A veil of misinformation, disinformation, lies, deceit, cover-ups, conspiracy, and an uncomfortable and an uncountable amount, of horrifying consequence surrounds this catastrophe. The events, of which are continually unfolding, in Japan are of the highest global concern. This situation; a catastrophe without precedence, commands the attention, involvement (participation) of everyone on the planet who values any kind of life.

The radioactive isotopes being released from at least four General Electric Mark 1 nuclear reactors and at least one (open to the environment) is being used as a Plutonium, spent fuel rod containment pool, has the potential of killing every form of life in the Northern hemisphere (if not the entire planet if these containment pools detonate). Even in its (Unit 4), present condition is spilling untold amounts of highly radioactive isotopes into the Pacific Ocean every minute of every day (24/7) for over this last year.

[Unit 4 is a MOX (Mixed Oxide) fuel containment vessel teetering on three stilts with a behemoth amount of highly enriched “spent” fuel rods sitting on top of the reactor unit. This is simply the way in which the General Electric Mark One Nuclear power plant (A boiling water reactor) is designed. This is only one of the problems plaguing the poorly designed Mark 1 reactor, which is over a forty-year-old design.]


TEPCO (Tokyo Electric Power Company) continues to pour seawater on the pool to the tune of at least One hundred Tons of water per day, which then freely runs off into the Pacific Ocean.

This attempt to keep the rods cool and to keep them from being exposed to Oxygen (which if that were to happen we would experience a catastrophic event of which before has not even been conceived of happening). When the zirconium rods, containing the plutonium fuel pellets, exposed to oxygen, they will then spontaneously combust at over two thousand degrees. If this were to happen, a detonation would occur, not a deflagration. The first explosion at unit three was a hydrogen explosion and it was a deflagration, which means the exploding mass moved at slower than the speed of sound.

Nevertheless, if reactor four explodes, it will be a detonation like what happened in the second explosion, which was a detonation, where pellet sized pieces of plutonium fuel pellets, found up to two miles from the plant-baffled scientist. This material moved at faster than the speed of sound. The government of Japan, TEPCO, and mainstream media claims that this was another “Hydrogen” explosion. We see evidence that this was a “Nuclear” explosion. However, not on the scale if unit four were to detonate. We will have to *analyze the difference in the two different kinds of explosions.

*Analysis and illustrations added soon. We do not use copyrighted images without permission. This is a paper “in work.”

If Unit 4 were to detonate then this would release fallout that is more radioactive then all of the nuclear bombs ever exploded, since humankind first split the atom, put together. In addition, this would release enough plutonium to kill everyone on the planet. The amount of plutonium, which would be, released us unimaginable, when it takes only one millionth of a gram to be fatal. Yet plutonium may be the least of our problems. There exist more radioactive particles than can be listed here. In addition, radioactive isotopes, there are “Noble Gases” and “Hot particles.” Hot particles were found in the air filters of automobiles as far away as Western Canada and Vancouver as early as mid-April of 2011.

The BBC put this documentary together [ ] (uploaded by You Tube user; openasia2000) This documentary reveals a lot of valid information yet it us the impression that the worst is over, and this is absolutely false. The worst is yet to come.

There are suggestions that Fukushima/ Daiichi situation is now 85 times worse than Chernobyl. Chernobyl currently attributes to over a million deaths and many more genetic mutations in humans, as well as flora and fauna mutations. In Chernobyl there is now over a 350 square mile exclusion zone, which will not be habitable for at least hundreds of years.

The Japanese government were seriously considering the complete evacuation of Tokyo (Is that 23 million people?) within weeks of the disaster. We believe that they should have and still should. There is strong evidence, which suggest that this catastrophe is so great, in its magnitude, that the governments of the world are willing to sacrifice over 30 million people to stave off global panic. Not only that the evacuation of Tokyo would not only take a global concerted effort, in logistics alone, but also the cost would exceed trillions of dollars, and then of course the obvious question; where would we put them? Nevertheless, the evidence speaks for itself. Do not take our word for it.

Most of the radioactive fallout will follow the Jetstream and ocean currents: Here is a link to moderate the Jetstream

Let us chase this rabbit… The Prime Minister of Japan (Naoto Kan) resigns in tears claiming he had failed the Japanese people over the events of Fukushima (Yet he went into no-detail of the extent at which he had “failed” the Japanese people.).

On August 26 2011, then incumbent, Prime Minister Kan, announces his resignation. Born October 18 1946 he is 64 years old. After achieving what seemed to be his lifelong ambition; becoming Prime Minister, in June of 2010, he resigns, after being Prime Minister for a little over one year. Seems like he was feeling a lot of guilt, when now, nearly 8 months later, he nearly is proclaimed as a hero (clearly represented in the BBC documentary:, for saving the planet, in the way, forcing TEPCO to not abandon the plant after the first explosion and the way in which he had handled the Fukushima crisis? Or did he handle anything at all? We strongly believe that he did not “handle it.” We feel the world will soon know of the dire situation we are in because of the ongoing cataclysmic event and the continuing meltdown of these reactors.

One of the motivations for a cover-up is not only are we revealing a global catastrophe here, but we are also talking about what was until recently the world’s third most powerful economy with TEPCO located at the top of that economy. It seems almost ghoulish that world administrators would put finance above the value of human lives but this is a reality and always has been a reality in the world that we live in.


There are estimates coming out in the past two weeks (This article written in June of 2012) that over 14,000 U.S. deaths attribute to Fukushima, mostly children and the elderly, claims Dr. John Apsley on a “Coast to Coast” interview:

Professor Christopher Busby, of the European Committee comments on Radiation Risks. You Tube (This interview aired May 31, 2011/ uploaded by “Russia Today”.) watch:

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We have not researched Professor Busby and recommend you research his profession beginning with “Wikipedia”

Now U.C. Berkley seems to be one of the few University involved with what we view as honest monitoring of the Fukushima crisis. U.C. Berkley has been conducting many studies. Scientists at U.C. Berkley have been finding high levels of radiation in rainwater samples but they are now finding mutations in plants such as, Dandelion’s.

Blackcat systems have recorded levels of radiation across the U.S. at over 700 times background rads!

Radiation now  found its way into the food chain at high levels. It was showing up in the Milk within two weeks in New York City. Now it is everywhere, it is in the Tuna, the kelp off the coast of California. A real life E.L.E. is currently taking place right under our noses. In the next issue of this paper, we will attempt to connect the mass animal deaths and chemical spraying of the atmosphere with the nuclear issue. We believe that these nuclear power plants have been killing us since their first construction.

One has to consider the “half-life” of some of these elements. In some cases where the half-life is minutes, days, months we will see effects right away, like with some of the radioactive iodine half-lives. But there are half-lives that go up to hundred, thousand, hundreds of thousands and then millions of years. We will not see some of these effects in our lifetime but they are now with us forever. Moreover, in the outbreak of Thyroid cancers, oh you will witness this right away.

So why is this being withheld from the public? Why does a mainstream media play down the topic. Physicist Dr. Michio Kaku who primarily gets his “bread and butter” from Turner broadcasting is really playing his cards very close to his vest on this one. However he has made a few startling statements, like; “The Japanese government has been lying to us, they have been lying to us all the time. To say that they have ’it’ under control, is like hanging by your fingernails, over a cliff and then they start to break one by one.”

Units 1, two, and three have experienced explosions, fire, and a complete core meltdown. There is evidence to suggest that at least one of the reactors not only melt through the bottom of the 8 inch thick steel containment vessel but continued on through the several foot thick concrete floor and is now in the earth and leaching into the ground water and then onto the Pacific Ocean a thousand yards away.

“It’s just a big blob of molten radioactive muck, a puddle if you would imagine, that has now seeped through the holes at the bottom of the containment vessel, and now I suspect it is sitting on the concrete floor beneath.” Says Gundersen; back in Oct 2011.

“We have observed steam venting from the ground around the plant so I suspect that the ‘puddle’ is made its way through the concrete floor and is now leaching radioactive material in the ground where it will find its way to the water table and leach into the Pacific ocean.” *Continues Gundersen.

*Authors Note: This is not a verbatim quote but it is close enough. You can watch the interview yourself on Youtube.

Nearly forty years ago when this reactor was designed, that it was so flawed that  engineers Dale G. Bridenbaugh and two of his colleagues at General Electric resigned from their jobs because they were convinced that this design would cause an overwhelming incident to devastating proportions.

Here is a link to a good read about the Mark 1:

Arnie Gundersen is a former nuclear power industry executive, some thirty years ago when expressing some concerns over the reactor design (I think it was the Westinghouse AP1000). Which he was overseeing the assembly of some 70 plants when he was immediately fired from his job when he filed a formal complaint over design flaws? Arnie is a brilliant nuclear engineer with around forty years of hard line experience. We highly recommend that you use him as your primary guide.

There are 23 the G.E. Mark one nuclear reactors in operation in the U.S. today.

Nuclear energy as a cheap and safe way to create electricity is a myth. [THE ONLY REASON TO EXPLOIT NUCLEAR POWER IS TO BUILD NUCLEAR WEAPONS!]

Forcing a country such as Iran to arm itself with nuclear weaponry, in order to protect itself from western financial interest is an embarrassment, to say the least.

Mankind’s, (Mankind~ is fit here~ these phallic missiles fully fit the description and psychological profiling by/ from Dr. Helen Caldicott.) exploitation of the atom is the furthermost injudicious act of humanity. Moreover, these aging power plants and nuclear waste may end up being the death of us all. Are they mad; thinking that they can bomb one of the facilities without creating a global disaster worse than Fukushima? This nuclear foolishness must stop in our generation or it will spell the end of humanity, period.

Nuclear power has to STOP! NOW! PERIOD!

Within days of the catastrophic event, which took place at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant, owned by TEPCO (One of the biggest corporations in Japan) as a result, of the March 2011 earthquake and resulting tsunami, all of the governmental radiation monitoring stations across the U.S. and Western Canada were suddenly turned off! We presume that this was as an attempt to curb the possibility for public panic. Then within weeks the standard for exposure to “safe” levels of exposure to all radioactive isotopes were raised! The FDA increased these “safe levels to exposures to radiation across the board.

Here is a link to a site where you can access a nationwide grid of private, active radiation monitoring systems. Although these “Rad. Meters” are not, as technologically advanced, as the governments, you can better trust these readings than anything the government is now offering.

The writer of this article is not associated with “blackcatsystems” in any shape or form.

It is nice to know that there is a developing vanguard of a Public Media Network. We would like to see each and every one of you to get involved “take-part” and spread global awareness to these most trying of times.

Let the people of Iran have their sovereignty, or trigger a Global Nuclear Nightmare; this is your choice people.  Do not let your government start a war with Iran, period.

Even the potential for accidental nuclear war, to happen, is beyond the scope of sane reasoning. Do they really think that they can bomb even one of these active facilities in Iran without triggering a chain reaction? Are they Mad? What are the odds that Iran already has “The Bomb”? Do you think that our government would let us know? Surely, they must already possess the means by which to create a Dirty-Bomb.

With today’s technology, there exists the potential of truly creating free energy. Even using Tesla technology combined with the computing ability of ONE of today’s mid-range laptop computers is not without outstanding capability. Not only is nuclear power obsolete but also so is the necessity to burn carbon based fuel (Coal, Oil, Natural Gas, etc.). This is another myth that has been sold to the world.

There are great unknowns and surreal realities of just how humanity could successfully go about the task of shutting all of these plants down, getting rid of the highly toxic and deadly nuclear waste, unless we send it on a spacecraft and then direct it at the sun…, which could be the wrong thing to do, we are not scientist. We are you, normal people utilizing the vast network of resources and not mainstream media. Nevertheless enriched plutonium, depleted uranium, and all of these―, manmade radioactive isotopes must get off the planet earth, now! However it may, already be, too late!

One cannot run far enough away from radiation. Even, now, with the known amounts of radioactive pollutants infesting the global environment, scientist have no idea how to save the world for the future generation’s and possibly, just the next generation).

First, there must be a wellspring of education, starting with world political leaders including our incumbent, above average I.Q. president Barack Obama. Most of us, and that is an estimate of 99.999999999 ad infinitum… do not have a clue of just how dangerous nuclear energy is. Remember this; there are NO safe levels to exposure to radiation.

The layman thinks that something miraculous and magical happens, when creating nuclear power. This has been a veil thrown over us so we do not see the reality that the process Of creating nuclear energy, taking some of the most brilliant minds in history and currently living in the world today, to do so, was all put forth and brought together to achieve in the end a Steam Generator! For Christ-sakes! Hector of ancient Greece was inventing near to perpetual steam motion motors, millennia ago.

Even by using current computing abilities we could “Revamp” the already in place power systems of which are nuclear free, we could even use and salvage the current grids, for example).

We have all been sold this myth. Moreover, the frightening thing about the whole selling of this myth to the public is firmly imbedded in the roots of diabolical greed, and a true evil.

The true “axis of evil”

The Axis of Evil~

We have all heard of them and their atrocities. J.P. Morgan, Carnegie, The Rockefeller’s, The Bilderberg Group, The Illuminati, the Free masons, The Walberg’s, the Rothschild’s, The Military industrial complex; The list almost seems endless. However, is it? Is it endless? Actually, it equates to less than two percent of the western modernized population of which whom own more than 80% of the world’s wealth. These are the controllers. The world’s elite.

They have an agenda; anyone who has ever opposed them has been ruined, threatened, or murdered. Including Abraham Lincoln when he tried to stop the Federal Reserve, John F. Kennedy when he and his brother, the then acting Attorney General were both assassinated by a supposed *“Manchurian Candidate” when they both tried to go against The Military industrial complex. You know this! Everyone KNOWS this!

You know it, but you put it away in the clutter box of your mind, you store it in the attic. For some of you it is stored in neat file cabinets, with dates, pictures and headlines that changed the world, or spoke of doom for all of mankind. Then later, it would be stored in the “Nut-Box basement of your mind. With a dog-chain gate hanging across the door, with an, either, a “do not enter” sign attached to the rusty old brittle chain or pass with caution for the sake of your sanity.

You know all of this and more. Much more, in fact, more is adding up in your mind every day, but you go about your business. The kids have to eat; car payments and bills have to be paid. You tell yourself; “What does it matter, it matters not what you think, then you tell yourself “it doesn’t matter anyway and what can I do about it.” You tell yourself stupid shit like a poor scared little child fearing the monster under his bed.

If you try to talk with someone about it you are labeled a lunatic or a conspiracy theorist at best. You first try to talk with you close friends and family, they call you mad, crazy, insane mostly. But if you are successful then they will call you eccentric, but they will still say that you are crazy. Then when you buy the guns to protect yourself, and stow food and articles of necessity to stay alive the will fear you and then as things worsen on the planet they may respect you for a time, everyone is looking for a leader. However, the problem is too big for you alone; you do not want to be a “leader” a leader is not what is needed. Being a leader will be fatal and you will find yourself ALONE!

Then there are the lists of Doomsayer’s, the parasites of who profit from the chaos, the Alex Jones’s, The Masters, The religious zealots. This list is greater and more in depth and deadlier than the elite’s.

There are some disturbing facts coming to the surface. Facts of which may begin with The Georgia Guide stones. We are not prophets of doom. We are not religious zealots and we are not people without lives hoping for the end anyway. We are a group of concerned humans of who, above everything else, wish to SURVIVE.

We continue to try to avoid a posture of beliefs that  there is some kind of conspiracy afoot here. But the more we try to avoid it the more it shouts in our faces.

Monsanto ad GMO (Genetically Modified Organisms) Food


It seems that, at least, Monsanto has been aware of radioactive fallout for a long time. We believe that ever since the first nuclear power plant went on-line that it became to irradiate farm crops at alarming levels. We believe that the government, well aware of the destructive fallout instituted the spraying of Barium and Aluminum chaff into our atmosphere as a means by which to moderate or control this poison in our skies.

We are in for some very rough times friends, get prepared, stay informed < eyes open>.

Authors Note: This is a rough draft and a paper in progress. Please take some liberty with my mistakes and get the information out there.

More coming soon, have to spend some time with my loved one right now.

Peace and May the Great Spirit be with you.


Links: Blog Page for people like you and I, great source to stay on top of the crisis:


This is a decent article by New York Times Examiner ;


Know the competition:

The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) is a federal agency focused on the condition of the oceans and the atmosphere.

This article put out by the FDA and NOAA gives you an idea of the lies they are trying to pawn off on us:

NOAA seems to have a world of scientist behind them yet none of them will speak out publicly, you can find them on this list. We suggest you email each and every one of them with intelligent questions:

Yet another link to government sponsored propaganda:

NOAA~ according to them how many micro Sieverts of radiation it is safe to receive, at different altitudes’

You might have better luck monitoring the global surf watch for speculating when the West Coast of the US is in danger of more contamination from Japan go here:





Bigfoot on Mars?


I produced these images from actual satellite imagery from Google/Mars.

I have never been a believer of “The Bigfoot anomaly.” This anomaly was found while scanning the satellite imagery over Mars on Google/Mars and this happened quite unexpectedly. Bigfoot was the furthest thing from my mind.

This next picture reveals that the creatures are from 8 to 12 feet tall and that there seems to be children present as well. You can certainly see the difference between a smaller creature and a larger one squatting or sitting.


The adults seem to be very busy as if tending crops, gathering or farming while the children seem to be sitting in the bushes.

The ancient Egyptians spoke of “”The ladder to the realm of the ‘Star Gods’. According to Egyptian priest they were able to travel to other worlds including Mars via a network of ladders or portals located within the “Underworld” or Egyptian Labyrinth.

Paradoxically, i am not a believer of “The Bigfoot creature”. Yet here exists this anomaly.

This image shows one location where the anomaly can be found.

This image (above) reveals that the size of the creatures are between 8 and 12 feet. in addition, there seems to be “children” 2 to 3 feet in height.


This is the latitude:   8°41’9.24″S

This is the Longitude:   79°39’56.85″E

Wow! Another harvester just showed up; now there is two!

I took the first picture depicting one machine six months ago. Today another machine showed up!

I will have to make some comparisons between the two machines

Close up enhanced

I was about to dismiss this this anomaly as a crater when the other one showed up.

The rectangle image measures about 350 ft. by 380 ft.

They do appear to be excavating and there seems to be roads and “tracks” left by them. I realize that the original satellite imagery is all square pixels but you have to admit this is kind of odd.


I found this picture in the location located above. I call this “The Harvester” I have found these in several locations on Mars, all of which appear in these vegetation areas.

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My UFO Abduction Experience

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This is a sideshow of a UFO I accidentally caught on camera in September of 2009 I have many more pictures of this craft, it skimmed across the surface of the moon before landing (more pictures upon request).

Below is a true story of an account I had.

Indeed we were a rowdy bunch in those days; the four of us. However, that night, in early October of Nineteen Seventy Seven we were not up to our normal raucous ways. That night the heterogeneous pack of us was in a mellow mood.

After individually picking the motley crew up at their homes, I pulled my Orange Chevy Van (known then as the ‘Tangerine Van’) into the parking lot of ‘Village Liquors’ to get a ‘six’r’ and a bag of ‘Nacho Cheese Chips’.

“One six pack of beer between the four of us.” I curse to myself as I get out of the Van.

“If I am to get three bottles of Tuborg Gold out of this six’r, then someone’s going to have to do without”, I think to myself as I walk into the liquor store. “

“You better get Brian back before 11:30.” I am hearing the imaginary grating voice of Brian’s Mom reverberating in my head. It was the last thing she said as I pulled out of Brian’s drive way, yelling at me from the open doorway of their home. Brian’s Mom didn’t want her son hanging out with the likes of me, me and the rest of us. After all; most of us were teen -age misfits and still in high school. Randy was the only one older than the rest of us.

“OK; so Brian doesn’t drink and I don’t smoke dope, sounds like a good trade to me.” I rationalize to myself as I looked down at the carton on the counter containing the six gold-labeled bottles. The chick at the cash register did not know that I was under-age.

“So where do you wanna go party?” I ask’ Bill, Randy and Brian as I pull out of the parking lot. “Let’s go to Park Wilshire, its close, we don’ have a lot of time.” Bill offers.

“Sure, Park Wilshire sounds fine.” I cheerfully reply.

Park Wilshire (And I never understood why they called it Park Wilshire.) was exactly that; a place to park, off Wilshire road, on the very outskirts of town. It was a barren hill overlooking a town and the Pacific Ocean beyond about two miles away. Directly behind ‘Park Wilshire’ and all around us was a Twenty Five Thousand acre Redwood Forest. This land mass was a wild life preserve: The Forest of Nisene Marx, named after the old woman that donated it to the county.

Within the small town that I grew up in, there existed a legend, of sorts; that Nisene Marx was a mean and powerful witch. I had spent a lot of time in that forest as a young boy with my Brother. The Forest of Nisene Marx was very thick, dense and dark. Giant Redwoods (Sequoia Sempervirens) stole the light from the sky above, leaving the forest below, in shadows of black wet darkness. This forest was eerie and often left me feeling uneasy. I always had the feeling that someone or something was watching me when I was in the darkness of that forest.

I had just opened my second bottle of beer and was worrying over how I was going to pull off getting the third bottle away from them, when I heard a strange sound coming from behind me. It was coming from the direction of the forest. Bill, Randy and Brian were in a huddle, puffing away, a few paces from me. Something told me not to turn around; I felt something. This was an odd feeling. I suddenly had the sensation of being in the presence of something far greater than me. I immediately noticed Bill, in front and to the right of me. He was pointing to something behind me. He had a look on his face of shock and bewilderment. Bill was a tall person but now he was half- bent over slouching in a peculiar way. He was half-slummed and rigid at the same time; he seemed really short and small. His upraised arm as well dangled in the air in front of him as if suspended from some unseen marionette. He was pointing to something behind me. I noticed that his jaw was slackened and his eyes were opened too wide and they appeared to be black abysmal pits with no bottom. Randy and Brian were in the opposite direction and they were preoccupied with passing the smoke back and forth and giggling. They did not appear to notice anything.

I turn around ever so slowly and it was then that I saw it; a flying saucer. For me it is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. I become hysterical with laughter. My mind cannot and will not accept or grasp what I am witnessing. I first think it is a balloon of some kind. I expect to see a U.S.N. insignia on it. It is close to Halloween, I remember thinking, “This must be some kind of Halloween joke put on by the Navy.” The saucer and bowl shaped object was so close that you could almost reach out and touch it. At that moment, it did not appear to notice us. I felt an immediate connection with the occupants of the craft. I sensed that they were preoccupied with making calculations. I think that this is why they did not notice us at first.

“It even has round porthole windows? Come on.” How absurd, I think to myself. The craft is pulsating while emitting a low oscillating sound. This sound is a hum of sorts, in two mutable and distinct low octaves. On the lower end of the two oscillations, the craft becomes a dark gray metallic looking object. When the pitch of the strange sound changed to the slightly higher frequency, it seemed then that light was radiating from within the craft. The craft emitted an eerie translucent glow from within.  It looked like light coming from inside of an eggshell, it had this semi-transparent kind of orange glow coming from within. The oscillations between the two octaves; the low and the high, are between one and two seconds apart. This is a slow rhythmic and methodic drone. At the time, I entertained the illusion that this vessel was oscillating in between time and space. I felt I was near a tremendous source of power. It scared me a little. It was kind of, as if it was oscillating between materializing and dematerializing. It gave me the impression that it was preparing to do something extraordinary. The object was very close and moving incredibly slow!

By now, I am literally jumping up and down yelling, “It’s a flying saucer. It’s a flying f-nnn saucer. Do you see it? Don’t you guy’s see it!” I am shouting repeatedly.

“Shush-ShhhuuuusSH!”  Annoyingly Brian gets in my face and with his fat index finger pressed firmly against his disgusting lips Brian makes the irritating hush sound. Brian is scared “Don’t let it know we are here.” Brain warns, threateningly.

“What are you crazy, I want to go aboard!” I say to him. I then start yelling as loud as I can and jumping up and down.

“Over here! Hey come back.” I yell as the object has slowly moved off in the direction of the sea. The saucer/bowel shaped object was now nothing but a light and had traveled a distance of about a quarter of a mile away. Then suddenly the object turned several different colors. The object became white, then blue, then red and then green. It was then that I was abruptly overwhelmed with the most terrifying feeling; a feeling of which I pray I never feel again. I felt hunted. I felt as if I were prey. I felt as if an invisible hand of sorts reached out and then caught me in its grip. This invisible hand held us tightly in its grasp long before the craft was over our heads. Looking back now, I think that it must have been a priority for them to pick us up, because it was as if suddenly they were on ‘high alert’ when they finally did seem to notice us. I again felt or sensed a powerful psychic connection with whatever occupants were in the ship. This was a very odd sensation. I felt completely empathic with the beings. This feeling was something akin to the Vulcan mind meld that Spock would do on old Star Trek episodes. In addition, this was the strangest feeling, quite terrifying, really. I was suddenly alarmed and then shaken as I now sensed an entity that was *malevolent.

*Author’s Note:

Maybe the sensation coming from within the alien ship was not malevolent but their proceeding actions were indeed violent and violent in an unemotional sort of way (if this makes sense). I assure there was nothing benevolent about the experience. The abduction was an assault and an intrusion. Their capture of us was not only a mugging in the physical sense but it was an assault on our psyche. They were kind but they definitely had an agenda. It was very important to them that we were not afraid. This was significant to them. I did not have the feeling that their concern for us was bred from any kindness nor compassion on their part; it seemed that their thoughtfulness had more to do with their ‘agenda’ than anything else did. I think that when they collect their samples and do their reproductive experiments, it gets all messed up, when the sample is infected with fear.

The craft changed colors very rapidly as it cycled through the light spectrum. The spectacle then instantly darted from where it was to end up directly over our heads. This all happened rather quickly, so rapidly, in fact, that I did not observe the movement of the craft from point ‘A’ to point ‘B’.  It was as if the craft had suddenly teleported to our location.

I would have to say that the bowl shaped disc resembled that of the ship reveled in the Gulf Breeze sightings, more than other U.F.O.’s that I have seen photographs of.  Now this event took place in Nineteen Seventy Seven and I remember that I had not seen ‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ yet. At that time in my life, U.F.O.’s were the furthest thing from my mind. I clearly remember the circular vehicle descending upon us. I remember looking up at and then it coming down upon us. I remember seeing the two concentric rings one of which consisted of several smaller white lights rotating in a counter clockwise rotation and the other concentric ring of individual lights rotating in the opposite (clockwise) direction. I then remember seeing a solid blue band of light in a yet smaller concentric ring with in the other two bands of light beneath the craft. It was then that this blue light shot out of from beneath the ship to envelop us. The giant ship was descending down upon the now terrified lot of us. It was getting bigger and bigger. I remember thinking; “This thing is gigantic!”  Then I remember it ascending away from us. I remember thinking at the time; “That’s weird. Why would it come down on us like that to then just move away?” At this point things become hazy. I vaguely remember driving off the mountain. I remember that no one spoke.

The next thing I do remember is dropping Brian off at his house and then, looking at my watch, and realizing much to my surprise and dismay, I saw that the time was 1:30 A.M. Where did three hours go? In addition, I distinctly remember looking at my watch shortly before the encounter. I remember the red digital number’s on the brand new Texas Instruments, digital watch (which my Father had recently given to me) blinking on and off. I was obsessed with that watch. It was the first of its kind. I believe my Father had paid over One Hundred Dollars for it at that time. This was lot of money in those days.

I awoke the next morning in pain. There was a sharp burning pain coming from my groin. Then I looked there and saw a fresh bright Red Crescent shaped scar. The scar was unusual in that it appeared as if the gash was fused (laser surgery?) or closed by some method of burning. The wound was deep and it hurt like hell. This wound bothered me for years afterwards. I still have the scar there today. I have shown it to a Doctor and he said, “Oh My God, what happened to you there?”

“You don’t want to know.”  I hesitantly answered him.

I then decided to tell him my story. Afterwards he dismissed my entire experience with an attitude of arrogance and denial, stating;

“Well, you must have had surgery .You cannot get a scar like that unless something serious happened to you, you just don’t remember”

“Yeah, you got that right.” I said, under my breath.

I asked my Mom about it; whether or not I had ever had surgery there (when I was a baby, perhaps and do not remember?). She then assured me that I had not.

The scar, to this day, remains a mystery.


I sometimes think that I have accessed memories from the ‘missing time’ phenomena. Yet I am skeptical and careful. I do not believe ninety-nine percent of what I hear about mainstream U.F.O. phenomena.  I have seen many science fiction movies since this experience and consequently read so much on the topic, that it is impossible for me to filter through those vague memories of the ‘missing time’ with  much honest objectivity. The ‘missing time’ memories are extremely vague, whereas the above memories are entrenched deep within cognitive thought. These memories have always been ‘frontal-lobe memories’ however, if I were to take a great leap of faith stretching my imagination to impossible and immeasurable depths; I would say this:

The entity I spoke with told me to go and comfort my friends because they were afraid. The Gray entities aboard the ship seemed to be quite worried that my friends were in distress.

My friends were isolated in a different area of the ship. It seemed to me that they were in a green room with a black border. This room seemed ‘fake’ (This is the only way I can describe it) and I had the feeling that they were being ‘contained’.  When I entered the ‘green room’, it seemed that I passed through some kind of electro-static fog or some kind of ‘field. One of the entities escorted me there and it seemed as if he pulled a curtain away or something. The creature did not enter the room with me; it seemed concerned not to enter the room. It was as if my friends were quarantined. I also remember that I needed the assistance of the creature to leave the green room. Again, they were very concerned about the anguish of my friends, namely Bill. I do not clearly remember where Randy and Brian are at this time. It was almost as if Bill’s agony was an infectious disease to them. I Remember Bill sitting on the floor leaning up against a ‘fake’ wall. I remember there was a green chair or bench of sorts that was part of the wall. The chair had that same fakeness to it. I asked Bill why he did not sit in the nice chair that they had provided for him. When I entered the room and as well when I left the room, Bill had had the palms of his hands pressed firmly against his face trying to shut everything out. During this time, while I was trying to console him, Bill was crying as he mouthed the solitary word of the incredulous and the beguiled; “No!” and “No!” “No! NOoooo!” Moreover, he repeated this ominous chant continually. He was hysterical I do not believe that he was aware of my presence. The entities, and I say plural at this time, seemed to be quite curious about my jovial attitude to the whole affair. This indeed perplexed them. After I spent a few minutes with Bill, I was led down the arc of a semi-circular hallway. After that, it seemed as if we descended a few steps to enter what appeared to be the ‘flight deck’ of the ship where I was then introduced to another grey entity with a bigger head. This creature was shorter than the others were. I gathered that this was the ‘leader. It then seemed as if we went on a journey to many different galaxies and planetary systems. I was shown a view screen that I think was the main view screen for the ship located in the flight control area of the ship. This view screen was oval shape and it stood on some kind of pedestal or something. I remember the creature gesturing its hand over the screen then different star systems would come into view, it was as if the screen held a catalog of celestial maps and when a map of a distant star system was loaded then we would suddenly be there. It was like the creature would load a map and then a transparency would overlay the map on the screen except that the transparency was the real star system. So it was almost instant. It took a few seconds for the two images to interlace one another. Somehow both images were alive or real but not in the sense of a live creature nor alive in the sense of artificial intelligence. This was something else. The images had to line up and ripen, I want to use the word ripen or mature here, anyway it all had to match up somehow and there was this lensing effect like focusing. This reminded me of developing an old photograph in a darkroom. But the entire process was kind of backwards, it was as if the transparency (the real star system in time and space) was the developer and the static image was the photographic paper and the ship was the film and the lens. But then there was more than one lens here. Yes kind of like that. The process was strange. I think the ship was alive in the sense that it knew, or was one with the universe, and it (the ship) acted like a lens of sorts. I think the being was trying to tell me where they were from, how they came to be here and why. I was not afraid but I was quite intimidated by those big black insect-like eyes and the vastness of knowledge they seemed to contain. As well, I was terrified (I say terrified, but I was not afraid of them. I was terrified more in the sense of the word as we use “That was a terrific roller-coaster ride.” I was deeply intimidated by the creatures’ intelligence, its knowingness and its lack of emotion, compassion, empathy and its inability to love. They have absolutely no sense of love) because this being seemed to have neither empathy nor emotion. This completely alien creature seemed very old and I mean old, maybe millions of years, perhaps billions of years. I remember thinking something about them being the ‘spawn of the universe’. I felt that there was an infestation of them throughout the galaxies. Almost as if they were a virus, infecting and propagating throughout the cosmos. It seemed that these entities had created their artificial biological bodies to transfer their consciousness into for their survival and their desire to be immortal. It seemed that a very long time had passed since ‘they’ had real biological bodies. In a way, they were more insect-like than machine-like. I was under the impression that they had grown the artificial biological bodies of which they currently possessed. Perhaps they stole these bodies from some other civilization of which they had previously absorbed. It seemed to me that they wanted something that we had, something that can only be experienced from the mortal. They seemed very aware of their immortality. And it seemed that they had lost something of the spiritual. At one time, I had thought that they were we i.e. humans that evolved millions of years from now. I theorized that perhaps they had time traveled back to their past to restore that which they had lost. The being I conversed with was acutely interested in our belief system of God. I almost sensed anger when we addressed the subject. It seemed I was asked if they could meet this God. They wanted his address so they could go and talk with him. When I shared with them that this is an unseen God that the people of the earth worship they judged this inconsequential fantasy. At that moment, they seemed to give me the impression that they considered themselves as our God. Or that they wanted to be our God.

I think that it is quite plausible; that they have an agenda of infiltrating into the population of humanity. I think that they will transfer their consciousness into the hybrid embryos of which they are creating and thus ‘incarnate’ into the human fetus to then intergrade into the human population. But in order for them to do so they must alter the D.N.A., F.N.A. and the R.N.A. to create a third strain or triple helix in order to successfully transfer their consciousness. I do not believe that they are looking to survival of their species. This would signify an altruistic purpose. In our species, procreation is the most sacred act. Through the act of procreation, is the way in which we emanate God and it comes with great sacrifice on our part (The act of procreation in and of itself is an act of selfless unconditional love). I do not believe they are creating offspring of their species I do not think they do that sort of thing. I got the feeling that there is a lot of them, maybe a Google of them (a Google is the number one with one hundred zeros behind it) rather they are creating vessels for their consciousness’s I do believe there is nothing, neither altruistic nor benevolent, about them. They are, in my opinion, completely self-serving. Moreover, I think they are like a virus and an insect in that they multiply only for the sake of multiplying and I believe that they devour other species through the process of absorption, so it is not really killing, but it is.

I think that they did something to my sperm, altered it somehow. If they propagate here amongst our species then our species is doomed and the human being will become extinct, as we will be ABSORBED!

*On another note, I probably would not have realized the missing three hours if it were not for a few key factors. One I had to have Brian home before 11:30 and I do remember picking him up before Ten P.M.

I was obsessed with the new fancy digital watch my father had just given me. And for these two reasons I most likely looked at the watch when we arrived at Park Wilshire. It was 10:20 P.M. when we arrived there. I probably would have forgotten all about the incident if it were not for the painful wound I awoke to on the subsequent morning.

About one year after the incident I brought the topic up with Bill, I asked; “Do you remember when we saw that flying saucer?” He abruptly replied with a startled look to his countenance. “We are not supposed to talk about that, remember?”

Well in fact, I did not remember that at all, but I dropped it. What I do remember as clear as a bell; are all of the events surrounding the abduction and they are crystal clear and the ‘story’ has not changed. I wrote the synapsis of the experience down a few times throughout these past thirty odd years and the details of the experience have not changed. They say; “The devil is in the details.” The details of this experience are overwhelming. I do not suffer from selective memory. I have a photographic memory. I embellish sometimes, because this is fun but there is no embellishments in this writing.

On another curious note: It was not until a good ten years had passed since the experience that I ever shared the story with anyone( I call it a story sometimes because the experience is so far from any kind of reality we live in that I often refer to it as my UFO story). Whenever the topic of UFO’s came up, I would cognitively acknowledge the memory of the experience to myself but I could not offer one word of sharing the experience with anyone. It was as if my mouth were suddenly filled with hot, sticky glue!

I became clean and sober in March of 1982. For all of these past years since then I have practiced diligent spiritual work on myself, striving for a clean mind based in reality. Meditation has been a daily discipline. I have done a little work trying to retrieve some of the memories of the ‘missing time’. Nothing has been forthcoming other than what I shared above save for a few other occurrence’s. It is quite possible that there have been at least three or more ‘other’ encounters. In trying to retrieve memories, I once had the strong impression that it had happened Four years prior to the above experience on another mountaintop in Santa Cruz County. Then I think it happened again in 1990. However, the abductors were quite furtive and thorough in wiping my memory, clean those times. However, those erased memories seem to be intermixed within the memory I clearly remember. Does this make sense to anyone? Memory is a funny thing. At the age of forty, I realized most people with ‘selective memory’ actually believe the goods they are trying to sell. I always thought these kinds of people were trying to pull one over on me. This then enabled me with the ability to have compassion for these people instead of resenting them.

A case in point; I became a professional tree climber and I taught my skills, well to many individuals, but one individual in particular was an apprentice of mine of whom I taught many things before he moved away. About a year later, I moved to the town that he had moved to and I taught him a new knot for tying off branches. Two weeks later, he says, “Cerey, come over here I want to teach you this new knot I thought up myself.” He grabs a piece of ‘bull-rope’ and proceeds to tie the knot I taught him two weeks earlier! He was absolutely convinced that he had discovered this knot on his own. I could never convince him otherwise.

Acknowledgements: Real character’s mentioned or included in this story; (Save for my family) I have omitted their last names but their first names are real.

Bill has spent most of his life in Prison; I lost touch with hi in 1981.

Brian as well spent a lot of time in Prison; I last saw him in 1984

Randy was killed in an automobile accident in 1981.

Bart Lee Runyon: My Brother was murdered in 1974

Edgar Paul Runyon: My Father dies shortly after this experience Oct 1977

My Mom is well.