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Ruski pregled nezemeljskih ras (knjiga)

25/5/2015

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Knjiga je bila napisana leta 1946-47, od takrat do danes pa tudi večkrat dopolnjena. Pri pregledu lahko opazite več že bolj ali manj poznanih nezemeljskih ras, kot so npr. Plejadci, Zete, Reptili in Annunaki.

Knjiga prav tako omenja Zbor 5-ih, ki združuje 5 nezemeljskih ras, ki naj bi že tisočletja varovali Zemljo in nas Zemljane. Zavedali naj bi se, da se bomo slej ko prej pridružili drugim miroljubnim galaktičnim rasam, ker so našo DNK križali in se z njo ukvarjali Annunaki.

Zbor 5-ih sestavljajo predstavniki ras: Orela, Egarot, Ginvo, Redan in Emerter.



Glede na sporočilo knjige, so Emerterci najvplivnejša rasa. Celo trikrat naj bi se, skupaj še z nekaterimi visokimi ruskimi predstavniki, srečali tudi s predsednikom  ZDA Dwight-om Eisenhower-jem. Baje naj bi jih zanimalo srečanje tudi s predsednikom Nixonom, vendar naj bi se predsednik Nixon preveč bal, da mu bodo brali misli in posledično njegove namere, zato se z njimi ni želel srečati.

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Skrivnost plemena Zulu, nezemljani in okupacija sveta

15/8/2013

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PictureDarth Maul (Vojna zvezd)
14.avgusta 2013 je bil na YouTube kanalu UFO TV objavljen zanimiv posnetek (6 ur), kjer lahko vidimo znanega raziskovalca paranormalnih pojavov Davida Icka med pogovorom s šamanom Credom Mutwo. 

Credo Mutwa je eden od dveh trenutno še živečih varuhov skrivnosti plemena Zulu. V zahodnem svetu jih pozamo tudi pod izrazom "šamani".

Skrivnost, o kateri je govora v posnetku, je zgodba tako o nastanku naše civilizacije, kot tudi o njenem usmerjanju razvoja. To po njunem mnenju počnejo ti. reptili (oz. "čitauli", kot jih imenuje Credo Mutwa) in sicer skozi skrbno načrtovane in dandanes tudi trdno vzpostavljene vzvode, s katerimi se manipulacije družbe. Osnovni namen je ustvarjanje negativne energije, s katero se hranijo.

Informacije, s katerimi razpolaga šaman, podpirajo tudi dosedanje raziskave Davida Icka. 

David Icke je angleški raziskovalec, ki že preko 20 let trdi in dokazuje, da je trenutno živeča človeška rasa na Zemlji genetski hibrid staroselcev na Zemlji in prišlekov iz vesolja. 


Zgodovinski in še posebej "sveti" spisi so prepredeni z (milo rečeno) čudnimi dejanji in zahtevami pri čaščenju bogov. Od zapisov o gorečih grmih in božjih glasovih (beri: nezemljanih v vesoljskih ladjah), preko žrtvovanj devic, otrok ipd., kar so normalno čutečemu človeku tuja in zavržena dejanja, pa vse do zahteve "bogov", da se nikoli ne sme upodobiti "boga" z njegovim pravim videzom (islam je v tem pogledu najstrožji). 

Omenjeno in še kup drugih informacij v posnetku priča, da obstaja velika verjetnost, da z obstoječo "uradno" zgodbo o nastanku naše civilizacije, nekaj ni čisto v redu. Naj spomnimo, da naj bi bila naša civilizacija nekje do cca 5000 let pred našim štetjem na nivoju napredne opice, potem pa naj bi se z razvojem kmetijstva (!?) stvari razvile do današnjih višav civilizacije.

Naj omenim dve zanimivi podrobnosti, ki jih izreče oz. o njih v posnetku razmišlja Credo Mutwa, šaman in varuh izročila plemena Zulu: 

1. Šaman ob opisovanju nezemljanov (čitauli) uporabi znameniti lik iz znanstveno-fantastičnega cikla filmov Vojna Zvezd tj. lik Darth Maul (glej sliko zgoraj). Kar ga posebej preseneča je, da je omenjeni lik tako zelo podoben čitaulom. In teh ni videl samo on, temveč mnogi v njegovem plemenu. Iz tega med drugim izpelje tudi sklep, da se približujemo trenutku v času, ko se bodo omenjeni "čitauli" tudi javno pokazali. Zato je sedaj potrebno človeški um v naprej pripraviti na to dejanje. Po njegovem je očitno, da nekdo omenjene čitaule očitno zelo dobro pozna tudi v Hollywoodu.

2. Stavek, ki bi moral še posebej nagovoriti tudi tiste, ki vztrajno zavračajo možnost njegove teorije razvoja dogodkov (ki jo med drugim zagovarja tudi David Icke). Credo Mutwa med drugim tudi pravi: "Mi (danes) ne napredujemo. Zgolj odkrivamo stvari, ki so bile znane ljudem pred tisočletji." (2:16:40). 
Med drugim omenjena trditev seveda kaže na možnost, da nas nekdo pozna do obisti in to tudi s pridom izkorišča za doseganje svojih ciljev. Torej, da ne napredujemo, temveč se kot nekakšne ovce vrtimo v krogu in sledimo zgolj izbrancem. Tistim, ki so všeč in delujejo po navodilih omenjenih "čitaulov".
Pripravil: Edvard Kadič
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Levitacija - budistični mit ali znanost  

1/1/2013

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Lebdenje (levitacija) je veliko bolj naraven pojav, kot se nam zdi. Še posebej pa kot ga razumemo tisti, ki smo šli skozi šolanje zahodnega izobraževalnega sistema. 

Poučili so nas namreč, da je gravitacija sila, ki deluje na vsa telesa na Zemlji (tj. znotraj gravitacijskega polja) in da v primeru, da želimo uiti gravitaciji, potrebujemo anti-silo.  

Torej, če želimo neko telo na zemlji spraviti v položaj lebdenja, moramo naj delovati z enako, vendar nasprotno silo, kot je sila gravitacije. 

Enostavno, mar ne? Da, vendar pa to ni nujno vedno tako.

Slika zgoraj (Henry Kjellson) velja za eno najboljših, sicer pa zelo redkih, upodobitev znanja budističnih menihov, ki s pomočjo zvoka premikajo večje predmete, kot so npr. skale. Na sliki vidimo na levi množico menihov, ki v točno določeni formaciji (pod točno določenimi koti) in z bobni v točno določenem ritmu, premikajo skale navzgor na hrib.  Z podobno (mogoče celo enako) tehnologijo naj bi se gradile tudi najstarejše piramide po vsem svetu.

Različni raziskovalci po svetu so že zdavnaj ugotovili, da je v obstoječi znanstveni paradigmi v zvezi s premagovanjem gravitacijske sile nekaj hudo narobe. 

Če si pogledamo samo čmrlje. Po nam "znanih" zakonih aerodinamike, čmrlj ne zadosti niti najbolj osnovnim pogojem letenja. Razen to, da ima krila in dejstva, da leti, je vse ostalo v nasprotju z znanstvenimi dognanji. 
Pa čmrlj vseeno leti.
 
No, ta čmrljeva skrivnost pa že dolgo ni tako velika skrivnost. Viktor Grebenikov, ruski znanstvenik, je že precej let nazaj skonstruiral napravo, ki uporablja enako "tehnologijo", kot jo uporablja čmrlj (in še mnoge druge živali). 

Gre za fazni zamik v izvornem polju, ki ga lahko imenujemo tudi izvorno vibracijsko polje (teorija strun se je zelo približala razumevanju tega polja) . Torej, čmrljeva krila ustvarjajo nekakšen dežnik okoli čmrlja v izvornem polju energije, da čmrlj dobesedno lebdi znotraj tega anti-polja. 
Za lažjo predstavo si lahko predstavljamo zračni zvonec, s katerim se pokrije potapljač in gre pod vodo. Kljub temu, da je pod vodo, še vedno lahko diha. In čmrlj lebdi znotraj "zvonca antigravitacije". To polje ustvarja mahanje kril oz. njihova posebna struktura, ki s svojo vibracijo posega v izvorno polje na takšen način, da se ustvarja antigravitacijski balonček okoli čmrlja. 
(Več o tem glej npr. David WIlcock ipd.) 

Spodaj je fotografija in krajši posnetek, kjer nam Jerry Decker pojasni to mogoče nekoliko bolj podrobno (v angleškem jeziku). 

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Viktor Grebenikov - antigravitacijska letalna naprava
Pred časom pa so v družbi Argonne Labs javnosti pokazali zanimiv video posnetek, ki prikazuje levitacijo tekočin na napravi, ki so jo razvili za NASO in simulira mikro gravitacijo.

Ta akustična levitacijska naprava uporablja dva zvočnika. Z njihovo pomočjo ustvarja zvok (zvočno valovanje), ki pa je rahlo nad frekvenčnim razponom, ki ga še zaznavajo človeška ušesa. Gre za frekvenčni pas cca 22.000 Hz, človek pa običajno zaznava območje od 20-20.000 Hz.

Ko sta zgornji in spodnji zvočnik pravilno nastavljena, ustvarjata par zvočnih valov, ki sta v popolnem nasprotju torej čisti interferenci in ustvarjata fenomen, ki mu v fiziki pravimo stoječi val.  

Na določenih odsekih (točkah) stoječega vala, poznanih tudi pod imenom nulta točka tj. točka, kjer val prehaja iz pozitivne v negativno vrednost, v polju ni nobene spremembe energije (neto vrednost spremembe je 0). 

Verjetno nismo več prav daleč, ko bo nekoč skrbno varovana skrivnost faznih zamikov in uskladitev frekvenc ponovno vstopila v naš vsakdan in nas osvobodila preživete fizikalne paradigme, ki jo pri življenju vedno bolj očitno vzdržuje naftni lobi. 
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CCTV kamera zabeležila teleportacijo

18/9/2012

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Spletni portal UFO Sightings Daily je 16. Septembra 2012 objavil zanimivo novico. Oseba nezemeljskega izvora naj bi  rešila domačina (Kitajca), za katerega je bilo gotovo, da ga bo na cesti povozilo manjše dostavno vozilo. Omenjeni naj bi bil rešen s pomočjo teleportacije v  časovni zanki. 

Ni zanimivo le vprašanje, zakaj se je to zgodilo, temveč predvsem, kako se je to zgodilo!

Spletni portal UFO Sightings Daily vodi Scott C. Waring, avtor in raziskovalec NLP fenomenov. Omenjeni g.Waring je sčasoma postal zelo priznan astronom, predvsem zaradi svojih neodvisnih raziskav anomalij v vesolju in na različnih planetih kot je npr. Mars. Naj omenimo tudi to, da je bil g. Waring v preteklosti precej tesno povezan z ameriško vojsko (letalstvo), trenutno pa vodi ti. ESL šolo na Tajvanu (ESL je šola, kjer pouk poteka v angleškem jeziku.)

G. Waring je takole opisal prizorišče ...:

“Glede na to, da živim le dobro uro stran od Kitajske (Tajvan) lahko povem, da gre za tipično sceno na tukajšnjih cestah. Seveda brez teleportacije."  Žal so nesreče z manjšimi, a hitrimi dostavnimi vozili v Aziji precej pogoste.

“Te male kombije tukaj pri nas v Aziji vozijo zelo hitro. Kot primer naj povem, da sem v enem in istem križišču samo prejšnji teden videl kar tri nesreče ... in povsod so bila udeležena takšna vozila... žal le dobrih 10 metrov stran od osnovne šole. Da, scena je še kako resnična."

... in celoten dogodek pojasnil še bolj podrobno.

“Oblačila, ki jih nosijo udeleženci dogodka so za ta letni čas normalna. Tukaj je trenutno zelo vroče. Tako predelana kolesa pa uporabljajo pretežno zelo revni, ki prevažajo različen kosovni material, ki je še primeren za predelavo, a ga drugi zavržejo... policija se za takšne ljudi ne zmeni prav veliko. Vse skupaj deluje zelo resnično.”

Omenjeni Scott C. Waring je prav tako opozoril na nekatere fizične značilnosti nezemljana, katere lahko sami spremljate in opazite na spodnjem videu.

“Bodite pozorni, da nezemljanove roke in noge žarijo. Gre za pojav, ki je posledica spremembe iz humanoidne oblike v svetlobno ter nato nazaj v humanoidno. Bodite pozorni, kako takoj po odhodu s prizorišča skrije svoje roke in obraz.

V videu vidimo šokiranega voznika dostavnega vozila, kateremu očitno nič ni jasno. Ta gre mimo možnega nezemljana, še preden se ta vrne nazaj v svoj časovno-prostorski kontinuum. Seveda je tudi oseba, ki se je na takšen način izognila težkim posledicam oz. je bila rešena, ravno tako šokirana. ..."

Posnetek:

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"... Naj za lažje razumevanje in predstavo o celotnem dogodku omenim znamenito ameriško-kanadsko nanizanko "Na robu znanosti". Tam nastopajo (igrani) liki, nezemljani, ki so poimenovani "Opazovalci".  V eni od nanizank npr. neposredno vplivajo na človeško dimenzijo (prostor-čas) tako, da "popravijo" dogodek oz. izzid dogodka. Naj še kot dodatno zanimivost omenim, da tudi znameniti raziskovalec NLP pojavov dr. Michael Salla verjame, da nam nekateri znanstveno fantastični filmi in TV nanizanke kažejo "resnico pred nosom, a je žal ne vidimo".  - - - Vir: TUKAJ 
No, do tukaj vse lepo in prav. Teleportacija, svetlikanje, bleščanje itd. 

Vendar pa se (žal) izkaže, da gre za posnetek videoigrice, ki je doživela izjemno promocijo prav na takšen način. 

Več o igrici na spodnjem posnetku:
Iz celotne zgodbice o tem posnetku se lahko naučimo več stvari:
- da se lahko zelo hitro ujamemo v dobro izdelano prevaro
- da o teleportaciji vsi skupaj vemo več, kot pa mislimo
- da nismo več daleč, ko bodo tovrstne tehnologije tudi v javni uporabi. Če se samo spomnimo "naprednih" tehnologij v 
  znamenitih Zvezdnih stezah in Vojni zvezd, potem glede na hitrost razvoja verjetno res nismo več daleč tudi od teh 
  tehnologij (v javni uporabi)
- če je nekaj pripravljeno v marketinške namene, to še ne pomeni, da ni resnično
- da specialno bojevanje za človeški um vključuje tudi načrtne prevare s ciljem, da se zanika vse, kar ni podano  
  (preverjeno) iz točno določenega vira
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Edvard Kadič

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Zakaj verjamemo, da smo v vesolju sami?

9/3/2012

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Avtor: Edvard Kadič

Marsikdo se bo ob tej moji trditvi, da smo vse prej kot sami, verjetno nasmehnil in dejal: 

„Naj pridejo, naj se pokažejo, pa bom verjel.“

Komentar se mi zdi korekten in glede na splošno stanje zavesti v Sloveniji danes, 9.marca 2012 tudi pričakovan.

Če pustim ob strani tiste inteligence, ki bivajo v drugih dimenzijah ali pa vsaj obvladujejo med-dimenzijske prehode in prenose kot so npr. pojavljanje in izginjanje "škatel" oz. točneje vibracijskih blažilnikov (o čemer so  pred nedavnim poročali celo nekateri slovenski mediji tukaj) in se v dobro poenostavitve osredotočim samo na nejevernim Tomažem prijaznejše oblike tj. človeku podobne prebivalce nekje tam zunaj, je vseeno zanimivo, da povprečen slovenec še vedno verjame, da je izven atmosfere zgolj temna hladna praznina, kjer ni ničesar. Razen parih satelitov in kupa smeti, ki kroži okoli Zemlje in ja, kdaj pa kdaj kakšen komet ali pa druge vrste kamen, ki prileti mimo... in to je to.

Torej, moj  odgovor na uvodno vprašanje je preprost: zato, ker smo navajeni to verjeti. Prepričali so nas, da živimo na tretjem kamnu od Sonca in očitno se nekdo zelo prizadeva, da pri tem prepričanju tudi ostanemo. 

A že če si nekoliko pobližje pogledamo znameniti incident l.1947, ko je v bližini mesteca Roswell v ZDA padlo plovilo s tremi nezemljani lahko ugotovimo, da so bili poizkusi prikrivanja pravih informacij skoraj neverjetnih dimenzij. Od začetne ugotovitve, da gre za nekaj nezemeljskega, pa do "uradnega pokritja" z informacijami, da je šlo za vremenske balone ipd. 
Danes si lahko enega od treh takrat preživelih bitij ogledamo celo na videoposnetku.

 
 Dobro dokumentiran je tudi stik ameriškega predsednika Einsenhower-ja z "malimi sivimi" (Zeta Reticuli). Imel je najmanj tri sestanke (najbolj znan je tisti z dne 20.2.1954) in z njimi je sklenil dogovor, s katerim so bile nezemljanom „dovoljene“ določene preiskave na ljudeh (odtod ti. "ugrabitve" ipd.) v zameno za izmenjavo tehnologij. 

 Kasneje se je sicer izkazalo, da je bil dogovor precej ohlapen in predvsem, da ga nezemljani vse prej kot spoštujejo. V zameno naj nebi bilo na voljo kakšnih resnih tehnologij (to sicer ne vemo zagotovo, saj ne vemo kaj imajo v ameriški vojski dejansko na razpolago) niti nezemljani niso spoštovali dogovora, da mora biti prav vsaka „ugrabitev“ sporočena oz. prijavljena. 

 A prav zaradi teh „prijav“ je nekoliko lažje razumeti, zakaj so se na licu mesta ob tovrstnih ugrabitvah takoj pojavili „ljudje v črnem“, ki so urejali „umazane podrobnosti“ s posamezniki, ki so bili ali priče tovrstnim dogodkom ali so bili celo sami udeleženi v njih.

 V video posnetku v nadaljevanju o tem, da je bil predsednik "vsaj obveščen" o nezemljanih, spregovori Henry W. McElroy Jr., član širše politične elite v tistem času: 
 Za še boljši vpogled in čim boljše informacije za ustvarjanje lastnega mnenja o omenjenem stiku takratnega predsednika ZDA in nezemljanov si poglejte še naslednji posnetek, še posebej od 4.minute dalje

Verjetno najznamenitejši dokaz o obstoju civilizacije na drugih planetih pa je prišel leta 2001. Zanimivo je, da tega večina ljudi sploh ne pozna in da mediji o tem dogodku praktično sploh niso poročali.  

 Gre za prav posebno sporočilo v obliki slik na žitnem polju. Spodaj je video, ki vse skupaj lepo pojasni, a je v angleškem jeziku. Za lažje spremljanje naj pojasnim nekaj podrobnosti, ki so dokumentirane nato v posnetku.

 Torej, 16.avgusta l.2001 se je na žitnem polju pred observatorijem Chilbolton v Angliji pojavila „slika“ oz. formacija, ki je bila očiten odgovor na znamenito „Arecibo“ sporočilo, ki ga je NASA l.1974 poslala v vesolje.

Tukaj se sicer lahko kar takoj vprašamo, zakaj niso nezemljani odgovorili naravnost NASI temveč so svoj odgovor izpisali v žitu. 

 A že bežen vpogled v protokol, kaj naj npr. SETI (SETI = Search for Extraterrestrial Inteligence, ameriška ustanova, ki se ukvarja z iskanjem nezemeljskih inteligenc) stori, če pride do stika nam pove, da o tem najprej informira predsednika. On potem odloči, kaj in kako naprej.
 Iz tega sledi pravzaprav moj poklon nezemljanom v smislu, da tako za njih mogoče ve še kdo drug in ne samo predsednik ZDA in še nekaj pomembnežev zraven. 

Torej, na polju se je izrisala podoba tj. obraz oz. vizualni izgled nezemljanov in neposredna primerjava informacij glede na posredovane informacije o nas iz leta 1974.

Na našem sporočilu iz l.1974 smo „komurkoli že“ pojasnili naš binarni sistem števil, prevladujoč kemijski element v našem eko-sistemu, nekaj informacij o naši DNK, človeških dimenzijah in obliki, lokaciji našega planeta v našem osončju ter skico našega primarnega komunikacijskega modela.

Odgovor l.2001 pove sledeče: "ravno tako uporabljamo binarni sistem, v našem eko-sistemu prevladujejo silikati..." 
In celo sliko kako izgledajo so narisali zraven !!!

Kaj naj bi nas torej prepričalo, da v vesolju nismo sami? 

Problem pa nastane, če nezemljani (ki jih je bilo ob oddaji sporočila cca 21 mrd, na treh planetih) tudi menijo, da so v vesolju sami. Da nas ni in da nas bodo priznali le, če se jim tam pokažemo. 

Potem bomo pa drug drugega verjetno še kar nekaj časa čakali. Vsaj oni nas. 

Z našim premogom in nafto ter razumevanjem časa in vesolja takšnega kot ga imamo danes pridemo največ do Lune in nazaj, mogoče še do Marsa, kaj dlje pa zaenkrat (vsaj uradno) precej težko.

Torej, je tam zunaj še kdo drug ali ne?

Poglejte si sami v naslednjem videu (video je v angleškem jeziku) in si ustvarite svoje mnenje:



Torej, je res potrebno, da nekdo pristane na našem planetu, da bomo verjeli, da nismo sami?

Človek se lahko upravičeno vpraša, čemu služijo stotine dokumentiranih izjav pilotov in drugih ljudi po celem svetu, tisoči posnetkov takšnih in drugačnih plovil in neznanih bitij na YouTubu, številne organizacije, ki organizirajo srečanja "ugrabljencev" ipd.? 

Mogoče je pa čas, da se človek kljub vsemu malo zamisli in vpraša: 

"Zakaj pravzaprav tako vztrajno verjamem, da smo edini v vesolju?" 
 
Je mogoče komu v interesu, da gledamo le v eno stran in vsak naš pogled kam drugam označi kot teorijo zarote, šarlatansko razmišljanje ali prazne marnje?

Če obstaja nekdo s takšnimi nameni, mu gre očitno zelo dobro od rok. 
Če pa ne, potem nam v svoji zaverovanosti v svojo neskončno pomembnost lahko pomaga samo še Bog. 

Če seveda obstaja. 
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Mary Rodwell: Novi ljudje (Blip.tv)

21/11/2011

 
Mary Rodwell je akademik in ena vodilnih raziskovalk paranormalnih pojavov v Avstraliji in na svetu. Predavala je že na vseh kontinentih, redno je gostja na različnih nacionalnih TV in drugih programih kot je npr. BBC, Dicovery Channel ipd., redno sodeluje na različnih akademskih forumih in razpravah, o fenomenu NLP pa je med drugim sodelovala tudi l.2006 na Univerzi v Oxfordu (VB).

V predavanju govori o novih ljudeh. O tem, kam se človeštvo tudi razvija in kdo so tisti, ki nas bodo popeljali v nove čase.

Indigo otroci, kristalni otroci, bitja z drugih svetov, 17 mesečni otroci berejo knjige preko energetskih odtisov, kaj se skriva pod Sfingami v Egiptu, kako so se gradile piramide ipd.

Predavanje je  v angleškem jeziku. 

Odziv na izjavo Bele hiše o nezemljanih

13/11/2011

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Izjava za javnost: Paradigm Research Group 

64 let po dnevu, ko so leteči diski postali svetovni fenomen, je vlada ZDA prvič v zgodovini dala v javnost tudi formalno izjavo, s katero se opredeljuje do tega vprašanja.


V petek, 4.novembra se je Urad za znanstvena in tehnološka stališča (OSTP-Office of Science and Technology policy) odzval na dve peticiji, ki so jih prejeli preko spletnih strani. Odziv Bele hiše podaja stališče glede na vedno večje število raziskovalcev in aktivistov, ki leteče diske potrjujejo kot nezemeljske pojave z inteligenco ne-človeškega porekla. (Več tukaj: http://bit.ly/tQTxGT  in www.disclosurepetition.info)

Phil Larson, raziskovalec OSTP, je zapisal:  
"Dejstvo je, da ne posedujemo nobenega verodostojnega dokaza o prisotnosti ne-zemljanov na Zemlji“.

Ta ugotovitev je seveda napačna, kljub zaledju, ki ga OSTP in Obamina administracija ima. Mogoče celo sramotna, saj kar 50% američanov verjame, da nezemljani obstajajo in kar neverjetnih 80%  verjame, da vlada ne govori resnice.(vir: Paradigm Research)

Obstajajo vsaj štiri možnosti za takšen odziv OSTP:

  1. Gre za politično laž. Karkoli že vodilni vedo o prisotnosti nezemljanov, administracija tega ne more potrditi zato, da tako varuje Predsedniške interese na naslednjih volitvah

  2. Gre za laž nacionalne varnosti. Administracija ne more potrditi prisotnosti oz. vedenja o nezemljanih zato, ker je to vprašanje nacionalne varnosti. Torej govorimo o takšni resnici, ki je ljudje ne morejo prenesti.

  3. Gre za dokaz, da vladajoča struktura, vključno z vojaškimi, znanstvenimi in obveščevalnimi svetovalci, nima praktično nobenega vedenja o izjemnem številu dokazov, ki so se zbrali v zadnjih 60-ih letih s pomočjo posameznikov in posameznih znanstveno/resničnostnih gibanj. V tem primeru sledi, da vlada nima pojma in je pravzaprav nesposobna.

  4. Da je izjava pravilna in da so vsi zbrani materiali le 60-letni globalni nesporazum

Drugih možnih razlag ni. Vladna administracija bo takšno formalno izjavo morala braniti glede na eno od omenjenih možnosti.

Paradigm Research Group zato poziva ameriško vlado, da naj v luči izjave OTSP preuči sledeče:

1) Izjave visokih uradnikov, ki so se zbrale skozi več desetletij: www.paradigmresearchgroup.org/QuotesPage.html

2) Bazo podatkov in videnj pilotov med poleti. Bazo upravlja NARCAP: www.narcap.org

3) Knjige: UFOs and the National Security State - Vols. 1 and 2 (Dolan), UFOs and Nukes (Hastings), Witness to Roswell (Carey/Schmitt), UFOs: Generals, Pilots and Government Officials Go On the Record (Kean), Missing Times: News Media Complicity in the UFO Cover-up (Hansen), Above Top Secret (Good), Abduction: Human Encounters with Aliens (Mack), Top Secret/Majic (Friedman).

4) Dokumentarne filme: Out of the Blue (Fox/Coleman); UFOs: 50 Years of Denial (Fox); The Day Before Disclosure (Toftenes)

5) Javne izjave dveh astronavtov (legend): Col. Gordon Cooper in Dr. Edgar Mitchell. Glej: http://tinyurl.com/742xm4p in http://tinyurl.com/62az8q

6) Pričanja pred vladno komisijo v projektu „Disclosure“. Glej: www.disclosureproject.org/access/

Omenjeno predstavlja manjši del dokaznega materiala Bele Hiše, ki sedaj tudi formalno trdi da ali ni kredibilno ali pa ne obstaja.

Od začetka l.1993 do konca l.1996 je milijarder Laurance Rockefeller angažiral Clintonovo administracijo (skozi OSTP), da bi prepričal predsednika Clintona, naj javnosti odpre vso dokumentacijo o NLP/ET zadevah in prekine embargo na resnico o teh stvareh.

Zakaj je to za obstoječo administracijo relevantno?

Osebe, ki so bile takrat neposredno vpletene ali pa so vsaj vedele o tem, kar se je poimenovalo „Rockefellerjeva inciativa“ vključujejo: Billa Clintona, Hillary Clinton (državna sekretarka), John Podesta (Obama), Webster Hubbell, Leon Panetta (CIA Director/Minister za obrambo), Dr. John Gibbons; Albert Gore, Bill Richardson (Governer Nove Mehike).

Nihče od imenovanih visokih uradnikov ni nikoli javno govoril o Rockefellerjevi inicijativi niti nikogar nihče nikoli ni javno ničesar vprašal o omenjeni iniciativi.

Mogoče pa je sedaj pravi čas.

Poglej tukaj:

http://tinyurl.com/2o526u
http://tinyurl.com/7h5a2ym
http://tinyurl.com/7josyls

PRG izjava za javnost je shranjena tukaj: www.paradigmresearchgroup.org/Press_Releases/Press_release_index.html

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Razkritje nezemeljskih bitij - Izjava za javnost

1/11/2011

 
Naslednjo izjavo za javnost smo pravkar prejeli in jo prevedeno posredujemo s posebnim pisnim dovoljenjem g. Roberta Stanleya. Naprošamo Vas, da jo posredujete dalje ali o tem s pomočjo povezave na to stran obvestite svoje bližnje. (povezava na izvorno sporočilo: TUKAJ)

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G. Robert Stanley: Izjava za javnost

Spoštovani sostanovalci na planetu Zemlja,

nastopil je čas, da razkrijemo tiste, ki nadzorujejo človeštvo. 

Kot boste videli v nadaljevanju, to niso zemljani. So nekakšna amebam podobna bitja, ki se hranijo s človeško energijo in sicer z ti. negativno emocionalno energijo. Ni jasno, kdaj točno so ta bitja prišla na Zemljo, vemo pa, da so jih različni šamani po svetu odkrili že pred mnogimi leti. Pred kratkim smo jih uspeli tudi fotografirati.


Zagotavljam Vam, da ne gre za nikakršne špekulacije, prevaro ali izmislek nekakšne domišljije. Te parazitske kreature so še kako resnične in jih je potrebno nemudoma onesposobiti, če želimo, da človeštvo napreduje pri svojem razvoju.

V nadaljevanju je najprej serija avtentični fotografij, posnetih v infra-rdečem spektru svetlobe, nato pa dva zapisa, ki govorita o teh bitjih.

Prosim vas, da posredujte to sporočilo naprej prijateljem in drugim članom družine.
 
Robert M. Stanley
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Fotografija (NASA) istega telesa - povečano.

To niso vesoljske ladje... so živa bitja, ki so jih pionirji raziskovanja tega področja (v 50' ih letih) poimenovali nebesne ribe ("skyfish")

Samo nekaj let kasneje je z besedami velika, temna, ploska riba, ki lahko leti opisal bitje Carlos Castaneda v knjigi Aktivna stran neskončnosti, ko se je naučil, kako je ta prikrita bitja mogoče videti.



V nadaljevanju sta dva odlomka ( v angleškem jeziku) in sicer iz knjige Carlosa Castanede (prevedena tudi v slovenščino pod naslovom: Aktivna stran neskončnosti) ter iz novele Roberta Stanleya The Malibu Mystic.


Odlomek iz knjige "Aktivna stran neskončnosti", Carlos Castaneda v angleškem jeziku: 


"[Long ago, the native sorcerer/shamans of Mexico] discovered that we have a companion for life," he said, as clearly as he could. "We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos, and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile; helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so."

It was very dark around us, and that seemed to curtail any expression on my part. If it had been daylight, I would have laughed my head off. In the dark, I felt quite inhibited.

"It's pitch black around us," don Juan said, "but if you look out of the corner of your eye, you will still see fleeting shadows jumping all around you."

He was right. I could still see them. Their movement made me dizzy. Don Juan turned on the light, and that seemed to dissipate everything. Don Juan said, "You have arrived, by your effort alone, to what the shamans of ancient Mexico called the topic of topics. I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico."

Why has this predator taken over in the fashion that you're describing, don Juan?" I asked. "There must be a logical explanation."

"There is an explanation," don Juan replied, "which is the simplest explanation in the world. They took over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them."

I felt that my head was shaking violently from side to side. I could not express my profound sense of unease and discontentment, but my body moved to bring it to the surface. I shook from head to toe without any volition on my part. I heard myself saying, "No, no, no, no. This is absurd, don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers, or for average men, or for anyone."

"Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you?"

"Yes, it infuriates me," I retorted. "Those claims are monstrous!"

"Well," he said, "you haven't heard all the claims yet. Wait a bit longer and see how you feel. "I'm going to subject you to a blitz. That is, I'm going to subject your mind to tremendous onslaughts; and you cannot get up and leave because you're caught. Not because I'm holding you prisoner, but because something in you will prevent you from leaving while another part of you is going to go truthfully berserk. So brace yourself!"

There was something in me which I felt was a 'glutton for punishment'. He was right. I wouldn't have left the house for the world; and yet I didn't like one bit the inanities he was spouting. Don Juan said, "I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradiction between the intelligence of man the engineer, and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs; or the stupidity of his contradictory behavior. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of beliefs; our ideas of good and evil; our social mores. The predators are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations, and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal."

"But how can they do this, don Juan?" I asked, somehow angered further by what he was saying. "Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?"

"No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. "In order to keep us obedient, meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous maneuver- stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist; a horrendous maneuver from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, and filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now.

"I know that even though you have never suffered hunger," he went on, "you have food anxiety which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its maneuver is going to be uncovered, and its food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which after all is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. The predators ensure in this manner a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear."

"It's not that I can't accept all this at face value, don Juan," I said. "I could, but there's something so odious about it that it actually repels me. It forces me to take a contradictory stand. "If it's true that they eat us, how do they do it?"

Don Juan had a broad smile on his face. He was as pleased as punch. He explained that sorcerers see infant human beings as strange, luminous balls of energy covered from the top to the bottom with a glowing coat something like a plastic cover that is adjusted tightly over their cocoon of energy. He said that that glowing coat of awareness was what the predators consumed, and that when a human being reached adulthood, all that was left of that glowing coat of awareness was a narrow fringe that went from the ground to the top of the toes. That fringe permitted mankind to continue living, but only barely. As if I were in a dream, I heard don Juan explaining that, to his knowledge, man was the only species that had the glowing coat of awareness outside that luminous cocoon. Therefore, he became easy prey for an awareness of a different order; such as the heavy awareness of the predator.

He then made the most damaging statement he had made so far. He said that this narrow fringe of awareness was the epicenter of self-reflection where man was irremediably caught. By playing on our self-reflection, which is the only point of awareness left to us, the predators create flares of awareness that they proceed to consume in a ruthless, predatory fashion. They give us inane problems that force those flares of awareness to rise, and in this manner they keep us alive in order for them to be fed with the energetic flare of our pseudo-concerns. There must have been something in what don Juan was saying which was so devastating to me that at that point I actually got sick to my stomach.

After a moment's pause long enough for me to recover, I asked don Juan, "But why is it that the sorcerers of ancient Mexico and all sorcerers today, although they see the predators, don't do anything about it?"

"There's nothing that you and I can do about it," don Juan said in a grave, sad voice. "All we can do is discipline ourselves to the point where they will not touch us.

"How can you ask your fellow men to go through those rigors of discipline? They'll laugh and make fun of you; and the more aggressive ones will beat the shit out of you... and not so much because they don't believe it. Down in the depths of every human being, there is an ancestral, visceral knowledge about the predators' existence."

My analytical mind swung back and forth like a yo-yo. It left me and came back, and left me and came back again. Whatever don Juan was proposing was preposterous, incredible. At the same time, it was a most reasonable thing; so simple. It explained every kind of human contradiction I could think of. But how could one have taken all this seriously?

Don Juan was pushing me into the path of an avalanche that would take me down forever. I felt another wave of a threatening sensation. The wave didn't stem from me, yet it was attached to me. Don Juan was doing something to me, mysteriously positive and terribly negative at the same time. I sensed it as an attempt to cut a thin film that seemed to be glued to me. His eyes were fixed on mine in an unblinking stare. He moved his eyes away, and began to talk without looking at me anymore.

"Whenever doubts plague you to a dangerous point," he said, "do something pragmatic about it. Turn off the light. Pierce the darkness; find out what you can see." He got up to turn off the lights. I stopped him. "No, no, don Juan," I said, "don't turn off the lights. I'm doing okay."

What I felt then was a most unusual, for me, fear of the darkness. The mere thought of it made me pant. I definitely knew something viscerally, but I wouldn't dare touch it, or bring it to the surface, not in a million years!

"You saw the fleeting shadows against the trees," don Juan said, sitting back against his chair. "That's pretty good. I'd like you to see them inside this room. You're not seeing anything. You're just merely catching fleeting images. You have enough energy for that."

I feared that don Juan would get up anyway and turn off the lights, which he did. Two seconds later, I was screaming my head off. Not only did I catch a glimpse of those fleeting images, I heard them buzzing by my ears. Don Juan doubled up with laughter as he turned on the lights.

"What a temperamental fellow!" he said. "A total disbeliever, on the one hand; and a total pragmatist on the other. You must arrange this internal fight, otherwise you're going to swell up like a big toad and burst."

Don Juan kept on pushing his barb deeper and deeper into me. "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico," he said, "saw the predator. They called it the flyer because it leaps through the air. It is not a pretty sight. It is a big shadow, impenetrably dark, a black shadow that jumps through the air. Then, it lands flat on the ground.

"The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when it made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights and feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man."

I wanted to get angry and call him a paranoiac, but somehow the righteousness that was usually just underneath the surface of my being wasn't there. Something in me was beyond the point of asking myself my favorite question: What if all that he said is true? At the moment he was talking to me that night, in my heart of hearts, I felt that all of what he was saying was true, but at the same time and with equal force, I felt that all that he was saying was absurdity itself.

"What are you saying, don Juan?" I asked feebly. My throat was constricted. I could hardly breathe.

"What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat. There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic."

Don Juan's words were eliciting a strange, bodily reaction in me comparable to the sensation of nausea. It was as if I were going to get sick to my stomach again. But the nausea was coming from the bottom of my being, from the marrow of my bones. I convulsed involuntarily. Don Juan shook me by the shoulders forcefully. I felt my neck wobbling back and forth under the impact of his grip. The maneuver calmed me down at once. I felt more in control.

"This predator," don Juan said, "which, of course, is an inorganic being, is not altogether invisible to us as other inorganic beings are. I think as children we do see it, but we decide it's so horrific that we don't want to think about it. Children, of course, could insist on focusing on the sight, but everybody else around them dissuades them from doing so. The only alternative left for mankind is discipline. Discipline is the only deterrent. But by discipline I don't mean harsh routines. I don't mean waking up every morning at five-thirty and throwing cold water on yourself until you're blue. Sorcerers understand discipline as the capacity to face with serenity odds that are not included in our expectations. For sorcerers, discipline is an art; the art of facing infinity without flinching; not because they are strong and tough, but because they are filled with awe."

"In what way would the sorcerers' discipline be a deterrent to the flyers?" I asked.

Don Juan scrutinized my face as if to discover any signs of my disbelief. He said,"Sorcerers say that discipline makes the glowing coat of awareness unpalatable to the flyer. The result is that the predators become bewildered. An inedible glowing coat of awareness is not part of their cognition, I suppose. After being bewildered, they don't have any recourse other than refraining from continuing their nefarious task. If the predators don't eat our glowing coat of awareness for a while, it will keep on growing.

"Simplifying this matter to the extreme, I can say that sorcerers, by means of their discipline, push the predators away long enough to allow their glowing coat of awareness to grow beyond the level of the toes. Once it goes beyond the level of the toes, it grows back to its natural size. The sorcerers of ancient Mexico used to say that the glowing coat of awareness is like a tree. If it is not pruned, it grows to its natural size and volume. As awareness reaches levels higher than the toes, tremendous maneuvers of perception become a matter of course.

"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin. The [alien mind control of these creatures] comes back, I assure you, but not as strong; and a process begins in which the fleeing of the flyers' mind becomes routine until one day it flees permanently.

"That's the day when you have to rely on your own devices which are nearly zero. A sad day indeed! There's no one to tell you what to do. There's no mind of foreign origin to dictate the imbecilities you're accustomed to. My teacher, the nagual Julian, used to warn all his disciples that this was the toughest day in a sorcerer's life for the real mind that belongs to us. The sum total of our experience after a lifetime of domination has been rendered shy, insecure, and shifty. Personally, I would say that the real battle of sorcerers begins at that moment. The rest is merely preparation."

I became genuinely agitated. I wanted to know more, and yet a strange feeling in me clamored for me to stop. It alluded to dark results and punishment, something like the wrath of God descending on me for tampering with something veiled by God himself. I made a supreme effort to allow my curiosity to win. I heard myself say, "What-what-what do you mean, by taxing the flyers' mind?"

"Discipline taxes the foreign mind no end," he replied. "So, through their discipline, sorcerers vanquish the foreign installation."

I was overwhelmed by his statements. I believed that don Juan was either certifiably insane or that he was telling me something so awesome that it froze everything in me. I noticed, however how quickly I rallied my energy to deny everything he had said. After an instant of panic, I began to laugh, as if don Juan had told me a joke. I even heard myself saying, "Don Juan, don Juan, you're incorrigible!"

Don Juan seemed to understand everything I was experiencing. He shook his head from side to side, and raised his eyes to the heavens in a gesture of mock despair. He said, "I am so incorrigible, that I am going to give the flyers' mind which you carry inside you one more jolt. I am going to reveal to you one of the most extraordinary secrets of sorcery. I am going to describe to you a finding that took sorcerers thousands of years to verify and consolidate."

He looked at me, smiled maliciously, and said, "The flyers' mind flees forever when a sorcerer succeeds in grabbing on to the vibrating force that holds us together as a conglomerate of energy fields. If a sorcerer maintains that pressure long enough, the flyers' mind flees in defeat. And that's exactly what you are going to do; hold on to the energy that binds you together."

I had the most inexplicable reaction I could have imagined. Something in me actually shook, as if it had received a jolt. I entered into a state of unwarranted fear, which I immediately associated with my religious background.

Don Juan looked at me from head to toe. "You are fearing the wrath of God, aren't you?" he said. "Rest assured, that's not your fear. It's the flyers' fear, because it knows that you will do exactly as I'm telling you."

His words did not calm me at all. I felt worse. I was actually convulsing involuntarily, and I had no means to stop it.

"Don't worry," don Juan said calmly. "I know for a fact that those attacks wear off very quickly. The flyer's mind has no concentration whatsoever."

After a moment, everything stopped as don Juan had predicted. To say again that I was bewildered is a euphemism. This was the first time in my life ever, with don Juan or alone, that I didn't know whether I was coming or going. I wanted to get out of the chair and walk around, but I was deathly afraid. I was filled with rational assertions, and at the same time I was filled with an infantile fear. I began to breathe deeply as a cold perspiration covered my entire body. I had somehow unleashed on myself a most godawful sight: black, fleeting shadows jumping all around me wherever I turned. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the stuffed chair.

"I don't know which way to turn, don Juan," I said.

"Tonight, you have really succeeded in getting me lost." Don Juan said, "You're being torn by an internal struggle. Down in the depths of you, you know that you are incapable of refusing the agreement that an indispensable part of you, your glowing coat of awareness, is going to serve as an incomprehensible source of nourishment to, naturally, incomprehensible entities.

"And another part of you will stand against this situation with all its might. The sorcerers' revolution is that they refuse to honor agreements in which they did not participate. Nobody ever asked me if I would consent to being eaten by beings of a different kind of awareness. My parents just brought me into this world to be food, like themselves, and that's the end of the story."

Don Juan stood up from his chair and stretched his arms and legs. "We have been sitting here for hours. It's time to go into the house. I'm going to eat. Do you want to eat with me?"

I declined. My stomach was in an uproar.

"I think you'd better go to sleep," he said. "The blitz has devastated you."

I didn't need any further coaxing. I collapsed onto my bed, and fell asleep like the dead.

[When I arrived] home, as time went by, the idea of the flyers became one of the main fixations of my life. I got to the point where I felt that don Juan was absolutely right about them. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't discard his logic. The more I thought about it, and the more I talked to and observed myself, and my fellow men, the more intense the conviction that something was rendering us incapable of any activity or any interaction or any thought that didn't have the self as its focal point.

My concern, as well as the concern of everyone I knew or talked to, was the self. Since I couldn't find any explanation for such universal homogeneity, I believed that don Juan's line of thought was the most appropriate way of elucidating the phenomenon. I went as deeply as I could into readings about myths and legends. In reading, I experienced something I had never felt before: Each of the books I read was an interpretation of myths and legends. In each one of those books, a homogeneous mind was palpable. The styles differed, but the drive behind the words was homogeneously the same: Even though the theme was something as abstract as myths and legends, the authors always managed to insert statements about themselves.

The homogeneous drive behind every one of those books was not the stated theme of the book. Instead, it was self-service. I had never felt this before. I attributed my reaction to don Juan's influence. The unavoidable question that I posed to myself was: Is he influencing me to see this, or is there really a foreign mind dictating everything we do? I lapsed, perforce, into denial again, and I went insanely from denial to acceptance to denial. Something in me knew that whatever don Juan was driving at was an energetic fact; but something equally important in me knew that all of that was guff.

The end result of my internal struggle was a sense of foreboding; the sense of something imminently dangerous coming at me. I made extensive anthropological inquiries into the subject of the flyers in other cultures, but I couldn't find any references to them anywhere. Don Juan seemed to be the only source of information about this matter.

The next time I saw him, I instantly jumped to talk about the flyers. I said, "I have tried my best to be rational about this subject matter, but I can't. There are moments when I fully agree with you about the predators."

"Focus your attention on the fleeting shadows that you actually see," don Juan said with a smile. I told don Juan that those fleeting shadows were going to be the end of my rational life. I saw them everywhere. Since I had left his house, I was incapable of going to sleep in the dark. To sleep with the lights on did not bother me at all. The moment I turned the lights off, however, everything around me began to jump. I never saw complete figures or shapes. All I saw were fleeting black shadows.

"The flyers' mind has not left you," don Juan said. "It has been seriously injured. It's trying its best to rearrange its relationship with you. But something in you is severed forever. The flyer knows that. The real danger is that the flyers' mind may win by getting you tired and forcing you to quit by playing the contradiction between what it says and what I say.

"You see, the flyers' mind has no competitors. When it proposes something, it agrees with its own proposition, and it makes you believe that you've done something of worth. The flyers' mind will say to you that whatever Juan Matus is telling you is pure nonsense, and then the same mind will agree with its own proposition, 'Yes, of course, it is nonsense,' you will say. That's the way they overcome us.

"The flyers are an essential part of the universe, and they must be taken as what they really are; awesome, monstrous. They are the means by which the universe tests us. We are energetic probes created by the universe," he continued as if he were oblivious to my presence, "and it's because we are possessors of energy that has awareness that we are the means by which the universe becomes aware of itself.

"The flyers are the implacable challengers. They cannot be taken as anything else. If we succeed in doing that, the universe allows us to continue."

Odlomek iz zgodovinske novele "Mistik iz Malibuja", avtor Robert M.Stanley, v angleškem jeziku:
In 1985, as usual, summer officially ended on September 21, the fall equinox, which was just another postcard-perfect day in Malibu. Bert was still working even though it was very quite at the beach. All the kids were supposed to be back in school and Bert's seasonal job was nearly at an end. In some ways, those last few weeks of work felt more like a paid vacation.

While stationed at the public walkway, Bert could visually survey the entire private beach. He had a weathered, old, circular, redwood table and a folding chair. His surfboard was leaning up against a brick wall that defined the public walkway, and his ATV was parked nearby. As usual, one of the local dogs, a wet and sandy golden retriever, stood by impatiently waiting for someone to toss a tennis ball into the water.

Bert's girlfriend Mandy, and her friend Eva, had skipped school and come to the beach for a visit. Since he wasn't busy, Bert invited the girls to go for a swim. While they splashed, screamed, and laughed in the surf, Bert caught a few waves. Afterwards, Bert took his surfboard over to a storage area at a nearby beach house. He quickly put the board away, walked to the other side of the house and took a hot, outdoor shower which was a real luxury.

As he walked from the house back to the beach, he noticed a young boy, who looked about eight-or-nine-years old, digging in the sand. "Havin' fun?" Bert inquired.

"Yeah" the boy replied without smiling or looking up.

To Bert, it seemed odd that the boy wasn't glad to be out of school and playing at the beach on such a beautiful day. Curious, Bert then noticed a large, deep scar on the boy's forehead and wondered how he had got it, but decided not to ask. Perhaps the kid was home from school because he was feeling ill. Bert considered that a blow to the head hard enough to create that type of scar could also cause severe headaches.

Realizing there was nothing he could do for the boy Bert shrugged his shoulders and jogged back to his beach chair, rapidly rubbed on some suntan lotion, and got comfortable. After a few minutes, the intense sunlight had warmed his copper-colored body to the bone and he began feeling very relaxed and glad to be alive. It was a rare moment that he wished would last forever.

Suddenly, the shocking sound of a very large piece of plate glass breaking rippled through the calm morning air which caused Bert to reflexively turn his head toward the event as he jumped up from his chair. He was surprised that, for some reason, time seemed to slow down and his vision telescoped toward the sound. The gut-wrenching sound had come from the house where minutes earlier he had just taken a shower. In a surreal moment, Bert saw a boy behind the glass. His head violently bounced backwards after slamming into and shattering the large, sliding glass door located on the second story of the beach house.

It was then that Bert realized it was the boy he had met just minutes ago. Bert watched in horror as the boy reflexively clutched both his hands to his bloody face. In the next instant, a tall, adult man appeared from the shadows behind the boy and swept him up in his arms. Then, time seemed to suddenly speed up as massive amounts of adrenaline surged through Bert's body. He sprinted to the beach house with superhuman speed and quickly opened the door without knocking. Although the owners of the house knew him well, Bert realized the people using the house that day were just guests.

As he ran up the stairs, Bert didn't hear the boy screaming or crying which worried him even more. "Security!" he yelled as he raced to the top of the stairs. He then walked quickly into the living room where the boy's grandmother was standing in shock. The color had drained from her face and she was staring into space like a statue.

"Has anyone... called 911?" Bert asked while trying to catch his breath.

"My husband took Tommy to the bedroom to stop the bleeding."

"Did you call the paramedics?" Bert asked in deadly serious tone, still trying to catch his breath. As the grandmother silently shook her head Bert spun around, quickly scanned the room, found a phone, and called for help. After he hung up, he surveyed the scene.

"The paramedics are on their way and should be here very soon. Do you have something I can clean up this glass with?"

"I guess so," she replied still in shock. Bert searched the house and soon found what he needed. But as he was carefully cleaning up the bloody, razor-sharp shards of broken glass, something invisible touched him like a cold breeze, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Whatever it was, it caught one hundred and ten percent of Bert's attention. At that moment, he had an illogical, horrifying feeling that some kind of paranormal parasite was in the house, and it was actually feeding off the negative energy generated by the physical pain and fearful emotions of the traumatic event. Bert didn't want to upset the grandmother any further, but his curiosity and survival instincts had now kicked into over drive.

"How did this happen?" He asked while trying to appear calm.

"I'm just glad the sliding door was shut or... this could have been a lot worse."

"Excuse me?"

"I really can't explain it. He was just sitting there on the floor in front of me. The next thing I knew... he was running full speed across the room toward the balcony. If the sliding door was open... he would have jumped over the railing and fallen to his death."

"Look, I know it's really none of my business, but earlier I saw your grandson playing out in front of the house and I noticed he has a large scar on his forehead."

Looking puzzled she said, "Yes, you're right, he does."

"May I ask how he got that?"

"It was about a year ago. He was in the back of his dad's pickup truck playing with a cat. The cat jumped out of the bed of the truck and Tommy jumped out after him head first and hit his face on the trailer hitch. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but for some strange reason, Tommy thinks he can fly."

Alarm bells suddenly went off in Bert's head as he visualized the boy jumping out of the truck. It was clear that something was very wrong with this situation, but he instinctively knew this wasn't the right time or place to deal with the problem: he needed more information... and a plan.

Later, after the paramedics had stabilized the boy and drove off with their sirens blaring, Bert walked slowly back to his post with a pain in the pit of his stomach that felt like it was draining his life force away; eating at his soul. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

He was deeply troubled in a way he had never known and was trying to stay calm in the midst of the mental chaos he was experiencing. It was a survival technique he had learned during his training as a Junior Lifeguard. He knew that if you get caught in an undertow in the surf you don't panic because it only makes things worse. You have to save your energy until you reach calmer waters and then swim for shore. But, hard as he tried, Bert couldn't shake the feeling there was something supernatural in that house that had touched him and it was angry with him.


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NLP, stiki četrte stopnje in posledice

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 Nobenega dvoma ni, da neznani leteči predmeti (NLP) burijo človeško domišljijo. Že v zapisih zgodnjih civilizacij lahko zasledimo različne opise obiskovalcev (bogov), ki so prispeli z neba. Običajno je govora o gorečih kočijah, letečih ščitih, žarečih krogih ipd.

 Faraon Tutmozis III. nam je priskrbel enega od prvih tovrstnih zapisanih poročil. Zapis pravi: “Bil je krog ognja, ki je prihajal z neba. Teh stvari je bilo vedno več. Na nebu so se bleščale bolj od sonca. Nato so se ti goreči krogi dvignili višje v nebo in odleteli proti jugu. Faraon je ukazal, da se dogodek zapiše kot se je zgodilo.”

 Prav povsod po svetu obstajajo izročila, ki opisujejo pojave iz katerih lahko upravičeno sklepamo, da opisujejo NLP. Npr. hindujski sveti tekst Mahabharata opisuje vozila, ki jadrajo po zraku na žarkih (Vimana), Sveto pismo govori o „goreči kočiji na nebu“ in „kolesu v kolesu s številnimi očmi“ ipd.

 Znameniti dogodek l.1947, ko je blizu mesteca Roswell v Novi Mehiki (ZDA) na Zemljo treščil NLP z nezemljani, od katerih naj bi bil eden po nesreči še živ, je odprl popolnoma nov pogled na možnosti v zvezi z nezemljani.

 Že pri starih Sumercih zasledimo namreč nekaj, kar sega mnogo globje od samega opazovanja. Različni ugledni raziskovalci in avtorji, z Zechario Sitchinom na čelu, so namreč ugotovili, da je človeška zgodovina na Zemlji tesneje prepletena z „prišleki od drugod“ kot pa se zdi na prvi pogled. Trdijo namreč, da je moderni človek pravzaprav stvaritev križanja med geni obiskovalcev in takratnih prebivalcev Zemlje. Obdobje križanja je obdobje (nepojasnjenega) evolucijskega preskoka razvoja človeka v ti. „modernega“ človeka, homo erectus...homo sapiens.

  A ne glede na točnost omenjenih ugotovitev velja omeniti, da različne pristojne inštitucije letno zasledijo na tisoče različnih obiskov zemeljske atmosfere, od smeti različnih vesoljskih odprav, planetarnega drobirja, … do predmetov, ki so leteči in opazovalcem tudi neznani.

  Dr. J.Allen Hynek (1910-1986), ameriški astronom, ki je sčasoma postal osrednja osebnost uradnega preučevanja stikov z nezemljani pri ameriški vladi, je med drugim na podlagi različnih poročil (osebna srečanja z očevidci, ugrabljenci itd.) sestavil celo klasifikacijo bližnjih srečanj z nezemljani.

 Prav to je npr. uporabil tudi znameniti režiser Steven Spielberg v svojem filmu Bližnja srečanja tretje vrste. (Pri tem filmu je bil dr. Hynek tudi uradni tehnični svetovalec). Klasifikacija bližnjih srečanj z nezemljani se poenostavljeno glasi takole: 1-videnja, 2-fizični učinki, 3-poročilo o življenjski obliki in 4-transformacija realnosti (fizični stik).
 
 Bližnja srečanja ti. četrte vrste pa so tista, ki zbujajo največ strahu. Fizični stik z nezemljani lahko namreč pomeni vse, od stiska roke, dotikanja, božanja, pogovora, med-dimenzionalne komunikacije, sanjskih slik itd. pa vse do ugrabitve, izvajanja poizkusov pri polni zavesti, brisanja spominov, vstavljanja implantov za sledenje itd.
 
 Verjetno najbolj znan primer ugrabitve je vsekakor primer Travisa Waltona, drvarja, ki so ga 5.novembra l.1975 ugrabili nezemljani, medtem ko je skupaj z drugimi drvarji sekal drevesa v Arizoni (ZDA). Ko so ostali drvarji njegove ekipe po dogodku so-krajanom razložili kaj se je zgodilo, se je nemudoma pričela obsežna iskalna akcija. Waltona niso mogli najti, po petih dneh intenzivnega iskanja pa se je pojavil sam od sebe, sredi noči, gol in na smrt prestrašen. Čez čas je o svoji izkušnji napisal knjigo, po njegovi knjižni predlogi pa je posnet tudi film z naslovom „Ogenj na nebu“.
 
  Konec lanskega septembra je bila v Washingtonu (Press Club) v ZDA odmevna tiskovna konferenca, kjer je več visokih častnikov ameriške in angleške vojske skupaj javno razkrilo prisotnost neznane inteligence, posebej na področjih, kjer hranijo nuklearno orožje. Tiskovno konferenco so prenašali vsi večji mediji.

  V zadnjem času, tudi zaradi trušča novic v zvezi z koncem sveta decembra l.2012, velja za stike z nezemljani res veliko zanimanje.

  Že samo letošnja sezona filmov v kinematografih nam je postregla z najmanj 28 visoko proračunskimi filmi na to temo (Kavboji in vesoljci, Paul, Stvor, Super 8, Extraterestrre, Prometej, …).
 
Možnost, da bi prišlo do stika z nezemljani na način, da bi le-ti stopili pred kamere in dejali: „tukaj smo, vaši smo“, je po mojem mnenju relativno majhna. Če pridejo z miroljubnimi nameni, obstaja veliko blažjih načinov za ne-vznemirjanje ljudi, če pa pridejo z zlimi nameni, pa ni razloga, da se nam posebej predstavljajo, mar ne?

 A ne glede na kakšen način bo v nekem trenutku vsem na Zemlji postalo jasno, da nismo sami v vesolju, bodo posledice verjetno za vse nas zelo obsežne in zahtevne.
 
Kar naenkrat bo potrebno marsikaj popraviti v učbenikih, na novo premisliti kakšen večji dosežek v zgodovini (npr. koraki po luni naenkrat ne delujejo več tako veličastni kot prej), občutek mednarodne varnosti se bo zagotovo spremenil ipd.
 
Posledice bodo podobno zahtevne, kot je bilo nekoč zahtevno sprejeti ugotovitev, da Zemlja (žal) ni center vesolja.

Edvard Kadič

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