by Paul Schroeder
- Giordano Bruno- February 1600 (burned at the stake by Church Bishops for teachings against the Church) "Innumerable suns exist! Innumerable earths circle around their suns, no worse and no less inhabited than this globe of ours.
For no reasonable mind can assume that heavenly bodies that may be far more magnificent than ours would not bear upon them creatures similar or even superior to those upon our human Earth."
Dr. Paul Schroeder and his wife, Susan were boating on North Conway Lake in New Hampshire, near the North Conway mines, on May 13, 2008.
They paddled into a deep hidden canyon, entering between huge boulders which formed a narrow gateway.
It was a place that they had been to before, to make love in the wild flowers, in a vast hidden field .
Both pulled the boat up onto the narrow beach shadowed by overhanging willows and had a cold lunch of chicken and white wine.
It was a pristine landscape to wander in and dream.
Soon they felt the air vibrate strongly like an explosion's aftershock. A wave blast of air and temperature.
"What in God's name was that?" Susan asked.
Her husband answered, "Likely, it's a shockwave from a dynamite explosion, miles behind us, at the North Conway mine."
"But there was no sound, and we're miles and miles, too far from the mine."
She added," You must remember, that mine's long been closed!"
He thought for a moment, "You're damned right."
He climbed the boulder behind him and said, "It came from just outside this hidden cove, but I should be able to figure out what happened, if I can see out over the lake, from up there."
He pointed.
"You'll probably fall and kill yourself," his wife warned.
After hard climbing, he reached the top boulder which was split and he could look out through a sharp cleft within the rock.
Two large, shiny, round craft floated on the water just beyond the narrow entrance to the cove.
He didn't stop to look twice.
What he had seen was so unbelievable that he scrambled down to get his wife. His astonished aspect, a slack jaw and wide eyes, was all the convincing that she needed.
Both climbed up to the well hidden perspective.
Both metallic craft were fifty to sixty feet wide, twenty feet thick at the center and fifteen feet thick at the rim.
Round, black-edged ports covered the rim at a distance of every four feet.
On the top sides, hatch covers were open, and moving slowly around its surface were spindly creatures, who moved in unison, like robots.
On both ships, over their heads from a central position, was a slowly rotating hoop-shaped object.
When the hoop reached a point directly opposite the husband and wife, it stopped.
So did all of the creatures.
They stared toward the couple's hiding place and remained motionless.
The husband, in a frantic whisper pulled at his wife's dress, "Jesus, Lord, get down!"
Both did.
They were sure that the creatures had spotted them.
They hid, staring round-eyed at each other , and noticed a quick movement; a deer below, had come to the water's edge, to drink.
They were sure that the strange creatures were instead watching the deer and they slowly rose for another good look.
The hoop was rotating once more, operated by a creature, standing below it, who wore a small, scarlet head covering.
All were small and wore close-fitting dark suits and blue helmets.
One creature placed a shiny green hose in the water, drawing in water and at the same time discharging something from another hose.
Again the hoop stopped and all the figures froze.
They stared toward the couple on the rock.
Husband and wife ducked and counted to thirty before they inched up for yet another look.
Two hours later, dazed and confused, missing time, the couple ambled back into their boat and headed for home.
They were both grim faced and neither spoke for the whole trip back, and the further they traveled from the lake, the more their amnesia of the incident grew.
They traveled home, bereft of memories.
A week passed during which
each night's "dreams" held disturbed and bizarre scenarios.
One night, as his son slept, he stole gently into the bedroom where a child was sleeping, and removed three books, by J.M.Barrie.
He felt strongly protective and oddly repulsed by the notion of Peter Pan, a never-aging figure, who comes down from the sky and floats children out of their bedroom, at night, accompanied by a little ball of light, Tinkerbell.
AFTERWORD:
"The overall patterns in these cases are so remarkably consistent, often down to even tiny details, that people reporting these experiences often sound so inherently credible that the phenomenon simply cannot be dismissed."
Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the abilities, of aliens, by recreating and reverse engineering:
- lasers,
- fiber optics,
- nuclear power,
- cold fusion anti gravity,
- microwaves,
- stealth technology,
- nanotechnology
microchips,
specialized surgical tools,
cloning-genetic engineering-
and most recently, the scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft, which chameleon-like, alter shape and color according to background environments.
All of these magical technologies, from E.T., successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.
We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, -"The Day the Earth Stood Still"- though he is the diametric opposite of the charming, handsome, gracious, elevated spirit in alien form, in that film .
He, in reptilian, mantid form- and in grey form- instead see us, in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens: a harvestable livestock crop.- And one does not ever remotely, seriously consider equanimity, with chickens
EPILOGUE:
Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 
BIO:
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL he saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence he never suspected that he had; a soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with people, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls ,stuck to your energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
