It appears NASA has began to slowly release information they have hidden until now.  This is probably part of the slow disclosure the whistle-blowers said the Cabal had agreed to.

Quote:NASA have recently begun to release an enormous cache of images captured of the surface of the Moon. These photographs were taken over many decades by the various missions to the Earth’s only natural satellite by the astronauts and scientists working on the many Apollo missions. UFO researchers and space enthusiasts have been pouring over these images and have identified some highly unusual and interesting anomalies on the lunar surface.

The most recently discovered anomaly may be one of the most interesting yet. NASA photograph shows curious anomaly which may be a UFO. This photograph was captured during the Apollo 11 mission on the 20th of July 1969. It is not known which astronaut actually took the picture, but it is presumed that it was either Neil Armstrong or Buzz Aldrin. UFO researchers have identified a curious detail about this picture which appears to show a vessel of some kind rising out of one of the many craters that scatter the lunar surface.

Rumours that the moon was once colonised or perhaps even created by a highly advanced alien species have proliferated for years, and there is a great deal of evidence to support these claims.

The moon is much older than the Earth and is comprised of a huge quantity of highly surprising materials such as precious metals used for the construction of space travel technology and uranium enriched to a quality practically unheard of by scientists here on Earth. This baffling picture has added fuel to these theories which have identified the object as some kind of alien vessel which is clearly in take-off mode. However, others have suggested that things are not as simple as that.

Working on the assumption that the Moon is no longer inhabited by the alien beings who created a base there, some people are suggesting that this is a missile that was launched by NASA themselves. Proponents of this theory had said that it might have been the case that NASA used this missile to destroy evidence of alien habitation on the Moon at a time when public scrutiny and interest in the natural satellite was at its height.

Oh I got one…


I remember that time, my sister and I were up the northern parts of New-Brunswick, a province here in Canada, and were trailing in a national park where they had those “Beware of Black Bears” signs every other foot or so.


As we were seeing these signs that looked like these:









All I could think of were signs that said this:









All day we ventured and always had those signs at the back of our minds. Actually, every now and then, I’d go “shhhh….I hear something…” just to see the look on my sister’s face…not nice I know but fun !! (For me it was, anyhow…)


We then decided to put our tent up in a camper’s area, that they had conveniently set up for visitors, but made sure that we were far enough from anyone else, so not to be bothered by their burps, farts and other nocturnal activities some couples do while camping…


A small group of people had started a small campfire, coincidentally reminding me think of this contest here, now that I think of it…but as I was saying, a small group of people had started a small campfire and we decided that we could join them for a little while. It seemed like they were having fun, from the sounds of their laughter and we brought a few beers over to join in.


The sun was setting and as it did, more folks joined in. We had brought a case of 12 and soon enough, those were history and so others would leave, get more beer for everyone, and get back.


No need to tell you that we were all pretty wasted in a pretty short amount of time. I blamed it on the walking along the supposed bear trails all day.


I have no idea what time it was when we decided to hit the sack. Must have been late and as we were slowly leaving the campfire behind, the darkness was becoming more and more intense in front of us.


My sister turned her flashlight on as we figured that one flashlight wasn’t cutting it. The pitch black area we were in was that intense. I started to get under her skin once again with…”you know that if we get lost here, we could start walking in circles for hours, right?”…type of thing.  Oh…and “what did these signs say all day today?” with huge grins on my face…


My sister no longer thought I was funny. But we finally made it back to the tent, uninjured, dead tired but uneaten by black bears.


Once in the tent and as we were about to get to sleep, in those crappy sleeping bags that make you feel more like sardines than human beings, I decided I’d bring the scare level of my sis up a notch.


“Have you noticed that some people left the campfire site to get beer but never returned?”


“They were just getting freebies off the others, I guess…” was her reply.


“Maybe…but what if it was something else?”


“What else could it be?”


“Have you ever heard of the missing 411 files?” I then asked her.


“Nope.”


My sister knew that I was a member on abovetopsecret.com at the time and so I told her all about David Paulides having been asked as a guest on one of those AMAs they had every now and then.


So I started telling her about the people that go missing by the thousands every year in mysterious circumstances, and most of them in the deep of the woods.


I also told her that I had told Paulides that I liked hiking and trailing in the woods and he kind of freaked out at the idea that I would always do so unarmed. Well, he called me an idiot for doing that, actually.


So I began telling my sister stories of aliens presumably abducting people, Big Foot, finding remains of human mutilations…people being found miles and miles from where they originally disappeared, to be honest, Paulides had no clue as to what was happening in the woods and in National Parks but he knew something was out there, or some things…to be more precise. The numbers didn’t lie.


At that point, my sister was no longer sleepy, wonder why. But I was, and so I kinda left her there, high and dry, with thoughts of god knows what lurking in the woods….and now in her head.


I had been sleeping for god knows how long when she woke me up in a sweat.


“Listen…there’s something out there…” she murmured as low as she could but with the certainty that I’d understand it.


“For all we know, it could be bunnies doing what bunnies do…” I answered, not whispering, thinking it was a funny reply…


“Bunnies don’t growl…” she then murmured once more.


That got my attention. So we both sat up and remained extremely quiet.


We could distinctively hear something breaking branches in the woods behind the spot where our tent was. Bunnies don’t break branches.


A million and one things were now racing through my mind. Paulides and his calling me a fool for hiking woods unarmed, signs of the bears we had seen all day long…and the fact that it was so pitch black that we could hardly see our hands when holding them up in front of our faces were all sending me signals of danger nearby.

Then I heard the growl.


My blood freezing in my veins, my hair sticking up on my arms, the goosebumps, the faster breathing, my heartbeat skipping a beat or two, it all reminded me that fear was settling in, slowly but surely.


And then it growled once more, seemed closer this time.


Blind as a bat, well, by that time it was more like a scared shitless bat, I started touching stuff around me, on the ground beside my sleeping bag, in search of my backpack where I knew I had a knife. Hey, at least Paulides convinced me of having something. I’d carry a 12 gauge shotgun but those are pretty much illegal here in Canada.


My sister, most probably under a certain panic mode, lit up her flash light, that I instinctually slapped out of her hands, jumping on it in the tent to turn it off faster that it could ever be recorded in any Guinness Record book.


“Are you fucking crazy? NO LIGHTS.” I whispered, as low as I possibly could.


And then we heard it again. Not the growl, the presence. Right.Near.Our.Tent.


As if it was (it being god knows what – but I was assuming bear) on a scout mission, we could hear it breathe.


I am 100% sure that neither my sister nor I were. Breathing, that is.


More like frozen, petrified by the unknown that was now so close.


Then we heard a growl again but it seemed to be further away, no longer besides the tent…and we both started breathing again. Senses were gradually coming back into life.


It took a while to fall back to sleep, as we were now convinced that whatever it had been, it went away.


The next morning, we went around the tent and we couldn’t find a trace of anything. No prints, and judging by the growl it did, this wasn’t a cute little bambi. I walked to the woods behind us and noticed that some branches were broken at five or six feet off the ground.


Whatever it was, we’ll never know but it had to be huge. We asked other campers that were out there, and no one heard a thing, just us.


So I blamed it on a vivid imagination from both my sister and I. My sister agreed that our imaginations, following the ‘stupid stories’ I had told her (her words, not mine) were probably into high gears. I smiled.


I never told my sister about the broken branches. To this very day, she doesn’t know.


The End.

"...They'll be back soon..." the old guy sighed and tossed another chunk of pre-cut timber onto
the campfire. The fairy-sparks rose into the air in front of the girl and she hoped her gazing at the
dancing flecks in the night sky would imply she wasn't wary of being alone with this man.

Dan Albright smiled to himself as he settled himself into the camping chair and focused on the
flames, he knew she'd be nervous. It would be another twenty minutes before the two men would
get back from the store and the seated chap in the Park Ranger uniform also knew that this time
would trickle slower than sap from a Lodgepole pine in winter for the young lady across from him.
Darla, her name was Darla.

The radio in his truck sputtered some incoherent message that was lost on both of them, but Dan
guessed it was just Margie signing off for the night. The large white Dodge Pickup with 'Ranger'
stencilled above the gold badge seemed to offer some officialdom to the strange scene and Dan
hoped this would take the edge off the quiet and awkward situation.

"Yer' still at college, heh?" Dan asked easily and offered a sympathetic smile over the glowing
blaze and Darla responded with a slight nod and a mumble that he was correct. What courses
she was taking and how she was handling her education would need more cajoling from the man
in the dark Smokey Bear hat.

It was another twenty seconds before Darla actualy formulated her first full sentence.
"I'm wanting to be a Journalist..." she said and grunted to clear her throat. "...It's something
I've always wanted to be"

The slim, auburn-haired woman in the large parka coat peered back at Officer Albright and
waited for his opinion on her chosen vocation. She wasn't too bothered if he responded or not,
for someone who works out here in the wilderness could hardly understand the nuances and
skills needed to write an informative piece of non-biased literature.

"I wanted to be a writer..." Dan said with a hint of forlorness in his voice. "...Yeah, there was
a time when 'ah thought I would write a book and be famous" he added and feigned interest
on stirring the embers at the side of the fire with his boot.

Darla raised her eyebrows and altered her mouth to indicate a 'Oh well, never mind' expression,
but it was lost in the flickering glow as Officer Dan didn't look up from his stoking. The crackling
of the burning fire took up a few more seconds of the gap between them.

Just as a faint hoot of an owl wafted into the clearing that Miles, Jerry and Darla had agreed
would make a good place to camp for the night, the Park Ranger who had come across them
ten minutes later, asked a question that caught the young woman quite unawares.

"Can 'Ah read you one of my stories?" Dan asked and stared hopefully across at his only host.
The question hung in the air for around two seconds before Darla answered it.

"Well, I'm no expert on creative writing, Mister..." she began and the gently-smiling Officer with the
wide-rimmed hat interrupted Darla's admission with "Call me Dan, okay?" and once more, she
was caught off-guard.
"Okay..." she said softly and with a hefty dollop of nervousness "...Dan, I'll listen" and simpered
a smile.

Without another word said, the man who had told the camping trio that no fires were allowed
in the park and then excused them with a 'we're all guys together' piece of banter, strode away
to his truck and left Darla contemplating her next move.

In the movie, she would flee and the crazy Park Ranger with the blood-soaked chainsaw would
chase her through the forest until the panic-music ended. Ideally, she'd just be in a bikini and
not very intelligent. And blonde... yes, they were always blonde.

The clouds would hide the moon and there would always be the hot panting from the maniac
heard above the music, she would run blindly through some leafy branches and maybe Miles
and Jerry's severed heads would be on a makeshift gibbet and...

"It's not much, but 'Ah think 'Ah'm gonna enter it into one of these online competitions" Dan said
suddenly and dragged Darla from her B-movie wool-gathering. She didn't scream, but she was
sure some pee came out a little.

The slightly-overweight man in the water-proof jacket -that he must have also obtained whilst
visiting the car, stood beside her holding a couple of sheaves of papers. " 'Ah wrote two, but
this 'Ah think is my best one" Dan said proudly.

Controllling her gulps for air and her look of surprised horror, Darla watched Officer Dan return
to his seat and settle again. The chair creaked in it's annoyance.
"Yer' sure yer' don't mind?" he asked politely and his only audience -excluding the owl, nodded
that it was fine.

Throwing another log on the fire and a smile of gratitude towards Darla, he began.
...........................

As Billy Marrs placed the box of soap-powder into his trolley and quickly pondered the red-head
in the far-too short skirt checking out the ingredients of 'Captain Clean's Glass Cleaner' he also
wondered about his plan to remove the sad vacuum that was impersonating his sex life.

Okay, he's a little overweight and yeah, it's true his unshaven face didn't remind people of Brad Pitt,
but he had other attributes going for him. The fact that his job was well-paid for one thing and that
he owned his own home (now Ma was gone) -was another.

The container that proclaimed your 'Whites-Will-Be-Whiter-Than-White' slumped sideways between
a large box of Twinkies and a gallon of undiluted juice-stuff as Billy turned the trolley back towards
the DIY aisle and left the potential Stepford-wife reading how to clear birdshit off her windows.
He needed more duct-tape.

Back in the nineties, a woman -not too dissimilar from the woman with copper tresses behind him,
had almost been Mrs. Marrs. Billy had been leaner then and with the company expanding, he saw
his future laid out ahead of him like a golden road.
With sawn-off denim-shorts-wearing chicks looking to hitch a ride.

Billy passed the large rolls of chains and plastic rope without a second glance. That stuff was far
from escape-proof he assured himself and steered the trolley away from some young punk with
acne gazing at the plastic-wrapped bundles of cordage.

The smell of protective oil and wax paper were prominent here and it seemed to Billy that whenever
you entered this area that he deemed 'a man's place'... there was always the requisite to push one's
chest out. To look manly.

Yeah, Billy's future was rosy. Redder than the bimbo with the glass cleaner and brighter than any
soap powder could boast of. Except for Ma of course... Ma didn't like girls around the house and
it didn't matter how many times they'd watched Hitchcock's 'Psycho' together, the old battle-axe
never saw the irony.

It would be another ten years before the girl of his dreams pulled her little blue pinto onto the dusty
yard claiming she had took a wrong turn. Of course, Ma wasn't really the owner by then and in no
real condition to chase anyone off the property.

The youngster with the task of choosing whether to buy the rope that was made from something called
'polypropylene' or just stuffing the bundle into his jacket and sneaking away, felt as if the air had suddenly
cooled around him.

With the latest falling-out with his girl and the fact that her father wanted his wreck-of-a-car removed
from the driveway of their home, the twenty-something year-old deemed this drop in temperature
as an omen that he was being watched and stayed his hand at being a shoplifter.
'Shit to it...' he thought and letting the Foofighters play their overhead song, he made off towards
the exit. Suzie's Pa can have the clunker.

The duct-tape was pricey and if there was a security camera pointing his way, they'd have recorded
Billy's frowning face as he perused the sticky bindings. Now as he cupped his fingers and slid the
roll onto his hand like a bracelet, he thought about his oncoming marriage and what the ceremony
would entail.

"Witnesses" he whispered without realising he'd actually given it utterance and decided that the
respective rolls of grey and black tape would suffice. And it was true, the tradition demands that
witnesses should be there to observe the joining of the pair.

Billy was confident Ma would make a fine Preacher and with the mail-man standing in as Darla's
father...

"What did you say...?" the girl snapped from across the fire and began to stand up from her metal
-framed chair. "Darla...you said Darla?" Darla reiterated and stood to her full height.

The Park Ranger made his mouth into a 'O' shape and looked shocked for a moment. Then leaning
foward to the firelight, he scanned the papers he was reading from. "Oh my" was all Dan murmured.

At that moment, the sound of a car-horn blared out and told the two people that Miles and Jerry were
only moments away. "Oh my indeed" Officer Albright mumbled to himself and moved his vacant features
to form a smile of revelation.

Darla watched warily as the man who had wrote the weird story also rose from his seat and began to
turn towards his pickup. "I'll have to fix this quick" he said without looking at the woman peering out
towards the dark road.

With the knowledge that her two friends were coming soon, Darla felt encouraged to say something
pithy bound in a tone of insult towards the retreating red-neck official in the brown hat.
"Where are you going... for your pencil?!" she sneered and changed her stance to show her confidence.

Officer Dan Albright looked up from his scrutiny of his story and seemed bewildered for a moment before
answering. "Er, no..." he said absently "... for my duct-tape"

The End.

Quote:Plantation, Florida:

Last week police were called to investigate an attempted armed robbery:
 
The 72-year-old retired Marine who opened fire on two robbers at a Plantation, Florida, Subway shop late Wednesday, killing one and critically wounding the other, is described as John Lovell, a former helicopter pilot for two presidents.
 
He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, and he works out every day.  Mr. Lovell was a man of action Wednesday night.  According to Plantation police, two masked gunmen came into the Subway at 1949 N. Pine Rd. just after 11 p.m.  There was a lone diner, Mr. Lovell, who was finishing his meal.
 
After robbing the cashier, the two men attempted to shove Mr. Lovell into a bathroom and rob him as well.  They got his money, but then Mr. Lovell pulled his handgun and opened fire.
 
He shot one of the thieves in the head and chest and the other in the head.  When police arrived, they found one of the men in the shop, K-9 Units found the other in the bushes of a nearby business.  They also found cash strewn around the front of the sandwich shop according to Detective Robert Rettig of the Plantation Police Department.  Both men were taken to the Broward General Medical Center , where one, Donicio Arrindell, 22, of North Lauderdale died.  The other, 21-year-old Frederick Gadson of Fort Lauderdale is in critical but stable condition. 
 
Mr. Lovell was a pilot in the Marine Corps, flying former Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson.
He later worked as a pilot for Pan Am and Delta Airlines.  He is not expected to be charged authorities said.  ''He was in fear for his life,'' Detective Rettig said, "These criminals ought to realize that most men in their 70's have military backgrounds and aren't intimidated by idiots."  Something tells me this old Marine wasn't 'in fear for his life', even though his life was definitely at risk.
 
 
The only thing he could be charged with is participating in an unfair fight.
One 71- year young Marine against two punks.  Two head shots and one center body mass shot.  Outstanding shooting!  That'll teach them not to get between a Marine and his meal. 
Florida law allows eligible citizens to carry a concealed weapon.

Don't you just love a story with a happy ending?
 

Well, who woulda thunk it, eh?  Kazakhstan ahead of the US in a league table - very nice!

But seriously, this is a bit worrying, imo.  In some countries, eg Bangladesh, Pakistan they have had female leaders for many years, and yet some people say it is a Third World/backward country.

Quote:The United States has finished behind countries including Algeria and Kazakhstan in a new ranking of the best and worst countries in which to be a girl.

The report compiled by Save the Children suggested Sweden was the best place for young females to live. Niger finished at the bottom. The U.S. was rated 32nd on the 144-country list.

Not all rich countries are doing as well as they could for their girls, according to the non-governmental organization. It singled out the U.S. in particular.

"There are things where we do not shine on the U.S. side," said Carolyn Miles, president and CEO of Save the Children. One major example she pointed to was female representation in national government.

The rankings are based on a series of five factors the organization selected as key predictors of the ability for girls to thrive — rates of early marriage, adolescent fertility, maternal mortality, women in government and lower secondary school completion.

"The Girls' Opportunity Index provides a snapshot of the situation of girls in countries the world over — their opportunity to control their own lives and to fulfil their potential," the report states. "While it is impossible to capture the full range of barriers that are holding girls back in life in a single index, we have sought to identify issues that provide insights into the some of the most extreme violations of girls' rights, which stem from deeply entrenched discriminatory norms as well as from economic and political barriers."

The U.S. was hurt by relatively high rates of teenage pregnancy and maternal mortality compared to other countries in the same income bracket.

Whoa...didn't expect that one...

Quote:WikiLeaks’ purloined emails cover a wide range of issues that were handled by Hillary Clinton’s campaign chairman, John Podesta, but the farthest-out issues may well have to do with E.T., alien energy sources and Apollo 14 astronaut Edgar Mitchell.

While GOP presidential candidate Donald Trump focused his fire on what the WikiLeaks file had to say about Clinton’s Wall Street speeches, UFO fans dwelled on what Mitchell was telling Podesta as he made the transition from the Obama White House to the Clinton campaign in 2015.

In an email from January of that year, Mitchell asked for an urgent meeting with Podesta about “disclosure and zero point energy,” and promised that a colleague named Terri Mansfield would “bring us up to date on the Vatican’s awareness of ETI.”

Mitchell sent another plea via email that August.

“Remember, our nonviolent ETI from the contiguous universe are helping us bring zero point energy to Earth,” Podesta was told. “They will not tolerate any forms of military violence on Earth or in space.”

Quote:A new face has been added to the solar system's family portrait: Scientists have discovered a new dwarf planet looping around the sun in the region beyond Pluto.

The dwarf planet, called 2014 UZ224, measures about 330 miles (530 kilometers) across and is located about 8.5 billion miles (13.7 billion km) from the sun, NPR reported today (Oct. 11).

For comparison, Pluto's largest moon, Charon, is about 750 miles (1,200 km) in diameter, and reaches a maximum distance of about 4.5 billion miles (7.3 billion km) from the sun

A year on 2014 UZ224 (the time it takes the dwarf planet to orbit the sun) is about 1,100 Earth years. One Pluto year, for c is about 248 Earth years.

The new object was also confirmed by the Minor Planet Center.

Quote:David Gerdes, a professor of astronomy at the University of Michigan, told NPR that the new dwarf planet was discovered using an instrument called the Dark Energy Camera (DECam).

The universe is not only expanding but accelerating in that expansion, and "dark energy" is the name scientists have given the mechanism powering that expansion. The DECam was built to observe the movement of galaxies and supernovas (exploding stars) as they move away from the Earth. The goal is to provide more clues that will help reveal what dark energy actually is or where it comes from.

A project called the Dark Energy Survey is using observations from the DECam to create a map of the universe that provides information relevant to the study of dark energy. The DES maps have already been used to study dark matter (which makes up about eighty percent of all the mass in the universe but whose exact nature is still a mystery) and to find previously unidentified objects.

Quote:The region beyond Neptune's orbit is known as the Kuiper Belt, a disk that is believed to contain thousands of icy, rocky bodies. Beyond that is a region known as the Oort Cloud — a sphere of icy, rocky bodies that surrounds the rest of the solar system. Most comets originate in the Kuiper Belt or the Oort Cloud, but their wide orbits bring them close to the sun.

While the outer regions of the solar system are thought to be made up mostly of objects smaller than Pluto, there may be another planet nearly the size of Neptune lurking in this outer territory. Recent research has shown that the movement of known bodies in the outer solar system may point to the existence of this ninth planet (which scientists have dubbed Planet Nine); that research has prompted efforts to spot the new planet with telescopes.

Who has heard of this UFO sighting and Crash?
I only came upon it because I was watching this Video.
 Yes it's an hour and a halk long, but good.
Anyway the Maury Island UFO was interesting and I'll attach a video and the Back Story for you.
 The Maury Island incident – Crisman and Dahl sighting of six UFOs over Maury Island sparks conspiracy and coverup.

Quote:On June 21, 1947, Harold A. Dahl, his 15-year-old son Charles, the family dog, and two crewmen were patrolling the harbor in Puget Sound just north of Seattle, Washington. At the time, it was common in Puget Sound for logs to break loose from “jams” and float freely in the open waters. Informal “harbor patrols” worked to snag the logs from the water to sell to the lumber mills for a salvage fee. Around 2:00 PM in the afternoon, as Dahl was travelling in his workboat searching for lumber, he spotted six large, round, metallic objects hovering about 1,000 feet in the air above Maury Island. Dahl described the objects as being saucer or round-shaped (newspaper reports described them as doughnut-shaped), about 100 feet in diameter, with a 25 foot area in the center that was either lit with bright light or consisted of a hollow cavity. Dahl noted that there appeared to be round portholes or windows on the edges of the aircraft (some reports indicate the windows were located inside the inner lit area) and it was obvious to him that the unidentified objects were intelligently controlled.
Dahl and the other witnesses were on the eastern side of the island (at that time, Maury Island was not attached to Vashon Island via a causeway and the only way to reach the island was by boat) as they witnessed five of the objects circling a sixth object that appeared to be having mechanical problems. The object in distress dipped slowly to about 500 foot above the water and hovered there silently. After about five minutes, one of the objects broke free from the circle and lowered to join the ailing craft. The two objects “touched” each other and remained in contact for several minutes. As Dahl recalls, suddenly, one of the objects made a loud “thud” sound and the ailing UFO began spitting out pieces of metallic debris. At first Dahl thought the object was dropping newspapers. He told investigators:

Quote:“Immediately following this sound the center aircraft began spewing forth what seemed like thousands of newspapers from somewhere on the inside of its center. These newspapers, which turned out to be a white type of very light metal, fluttered to earth, most of them landing in the bay.”

Dahl noted that the material falling from the object appeared to be constructed of a lightweight metallic substance. Some debris landed on the shores of the Maury Island beach while other pieces landed in the water where they emitted steam as they penetrated the surface. Dahl beached the boat on the shores of Maury Island as debris rained down on his vessel. One piece burnt his son’s arm while another killed his dog. Dahl, dragging his son by the arm, ran onto the shore and took cover under a stack of nearby logs.  He remembered seeing another fragment of debris landed on a seagull, killing it.
He later described two types of metallic debris.  Some of the material was described as being a lightweight, white metallic substance while other pieces were said to be darker, heavier chunks that looked like “lava rock”. Dahl was taking pictures of the objects when suddenly all six of the strange craft “headed off west, towards the ocean” (the ailing craft appearing no worse for the  wear).

Quote:As the objects flew off into the distance, Dahl attempted to call for help on his radio but the radio would not function. He quickly gathered up some of the debris from the beach, tossed the dead dog into the water (giving it a “burial at sea” of sorts), and jumped back onto the boat to head back into Tacoma. Upon arrival at port, he rushed his son to the hospital emergency room and then reported what he had witnessed to his supervisor, Fred Lee Crisman.

Quote:“We picked up some of the metal which looked like falling newspapers. … I related our experience to Fred L. Crisman…we gave him the camera with its film and the fragments of metal we had loaded aboard as proof of our story.”

Fred Crisman, who served as a pilot in the Korean War, was dubious. He did not believe Dahl’s fanciful story and was angry about the damage to the boat. At this point our story begins to branch in several directions – and becomes even stranger.
The next day, June 22, 1947, Crisman decided to take the boat back to Maury Island to check out Dahl’s story. There he found “tons of debris” scattered about the island’s shores. While examining the debris, Crisman says one of the objects again appeared overhead – as if it were watching him.
Meanwhile, Dahl, who was taking a well-deserved rest at home, received a visit from a mysterious man dressed in black. The man invited Dahl to breakfast so they could discuss Dahl’s UFO sighting. Dahl followed the man, who was driving a black Buick automobile, to a local restaurant. While eating, the man in black remained silent and asked no questions about Dahl’s experience. Then the man laid down his silverware and told Dahl that he had seen something he was not supposed to see and recounted in great detail what he knew Dahl had witnessed. He told Dahl:

Quote:“I know a great deal more about this experience of yours than you will want to believe.”

The man in black warned Dahl that “bad things would happen to his family if he told anyone of the incident”. The meeting of course, shook Dahl up – but not enough to make him keep such an amazing experience to himself.

Kenneth Arnold investigation
A few weeks after the incident, Dahl and Crisman sent a letter and pieces of the debris to Ray Palmer, the editor of eight Ziff-Davis publications including the popular magazine Amazing Stories which specialized in bizarre and unusual tales (Palmer would later be fired from Ziff-Davis and would go on to found an even more popular paranormal magazine – Fate magazine).  Palmer was immediately interested in Dahl’s story and called Kenneth Arnold (yes, *the* Kenneth Arnold) from his Chicago office. He passed the details of the incident to Arnold, who was already in the Pacific Northwest investigating other reports of UFOs in the area.

Note: Kenneth Arnold is considered one of the first documented UFO reports (read more about the Kenneth Arnold sighting here). He was so moved by his experience, he began actively investigating other UFO sightings across the country in an attempt to find answers to the strange objects he himself had seen in the sky earlier that month.

It was late July 1947 when Kenneth Arnold called good friend and United Airlines pilot, Captain E.J. Smith, to ask for assistance with the investigation. Smith eagerly agreed and flew to Tacoma to join Arnold.  Meetings were arranged to take place in a local Tacoma hotel (Winthrop Hotel, room 502) to interview Dahl and Crisman and examine the physical evidence that they had collected. Oddly, when they arrived they found that Dahl’s son, Charles, had since “disappeared” and was not available to be interviewed (it was later reported that he was found in Montana with no recollection of how he got there).

Air Force investigation
Upon hearing their story, Arnold was so excited by the incident and the physical evidence that he was shown, that he called First Lieutenant Frank M. Brown (U.S. Army Air Force) and asked him to fly to Tacoma to see the evidence for himself.


On July 31, 1947, Lt. Frank Brown flew from Hamilton Field in San Francisco, California to Tacoma to join Arnold’s investigation of the Maury Island incident. Accompanying Brown was Captain William (Lee) Davidson. Both men were pilots. Both were intelligence officers. Together they interviewed Dahl and Crisman in the presence of Kenneth Arnold.
Brown and Davidson only had a single day to conduct the interviews as they had to fly back to Hamilton Field for a historic air show in celebration of the split of the Air Force branch from the U.S. Army. Witnesses recalled seeing Arnold take pieces of the debris from the trunk of a car to hand over to Brown and Davidson which they supposedly transported and loaded onto a B-25 airplane to fly back to Hamilton Field.

Brown and Davidson flew out of McChord Air Field where a local intelligence officer had been permanently stationed. The officer later said that both men had told him they thought the Maury Island incident was a hoax. He said that they believed the material they received from the wreckage was nothing more than aluminum. Embarrassed for Arnold, they told the officer that they had told him nothing of their findings before leaving.

Air Force investigators die in plane crash

Captain Davidson flew the plane, which took off at 2:00 AM on morning of August 1, and Brown rode in the cockpit as the acting copilot. Two other crewmen flew with them – a Crew Chief and a “hitchhiker”.  Fifty minutes into the flight, at 2:50 AM, the B-25 that they were flying caught on fire and crashed near Kelso, Washington. The two crewmen parachuted to safety and survived. Dense fog in the area made an immediate search for Brown and Davidson impossible but later it was discovered that both had perished in the crash. In historical terms, they had just become the first casualties of the newly formed U.S. Air Force military branch.


The unexpected plane crash and death of two Air Force officers, along with testimony from witnesses on the ground who reported hearing a loud shot before the crash (implying that the airplane had been shot down), prompted a flurry of activity within the U.S. government.  In additional to the investigation of the plane crash, the Air Force took a deeper look into the Maury Island incident. Even FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover launched a separate FBI investigation of the case.

Meanwhile, less than an hour after the B-25 crashed into the ground and before any official word of the casualties had been released, Tacoma Times reporter Paul Lance began receiving several mysterious phone calls from the same anonymous caller. In one call, the caller gave Lance the names of the pilots who had been killed in the plane crash, before those names had been released by the Air Force. In another call, the caller claimed that the plane had been shot down with a 20mm cannon. Three more calls followed, each revealing more and more about the strange crash and its relationship to the Maury Island incident.

Running with the insider information, the following day the Tacoma Times ran a front-page headline: “Sabotage Hinted in Crash of Army Bomber at Kelso with a sub-headline that read “Plane May Hold Flying Disk Secret” Written by Paul Lance, the article stated that the plane had been sabotaged or shot down to prevent shipment of flying disk fragments to Hamilton Field, California for analysis.  Needless to say, the Air Force was not amused.

Air Force investigation of Maury Island continues

Air Force investigators completed their investigation of the B-25 plane crash and concluded that the left engine had burnt an exhaust stack which caught the left wing of the plane on fire. According to their report, the left wing broke off and struck the tail section, splitting it from the plane. The plane went into a spin and while the two crewmen were able to parachute to safety, Brown and Davidson were trapped inside and unable to escape. They admitted that classified information was being carried on the plane but claimed that it had nothing to do with the Maury Island incident.

During the plane crash investigation, the Air Force reopened the investigation of the Maury Island incident. The official finding was that the entire incident was a hoax. They claimed that the stated damage to the boat did not match what Crisman and Dahl described and that the debris found at the site was ordinary slag from a nearby metal smelter. They also told Crisman and Dahl that if they dropped the entire matter, the government would not prosecute them for fraud and implicate them in the unfortunate deaths of the two Air Force officers.

Crisman and Dahl retract their stories
The next day, on August 3, 1947, Crisman and Dahl publicly retracted their stories and refused to give any further interviews. Years later, friends remembered Dahl being very angry over the affair and according to an FBI report, told friends that “he was sick of the entire business and that if the was ever contacted by the Army or the authorities he was going to deny ever having seen anything and claim to be ‘the biggest liar that ever lived.’”
Meanwhile, Frank Arnold’s investigation of the matter also came to an abrupt halt. Angry at the entire affair, Arnold packed up his backs, boarded his single engine airplane, and flew home. In a surprising twist, Arnold’s plane also crashed – at Pendleton. Although he was not injured in the crash, an investigation of the downed plane revealed that a fuel valve had been purposely turned off.

More mysterious deaths and the FBI does not believe it was a hoax

1 days later after Crisman and Dahl retracted their stories, on August 14, 1947, Tacoma Times reporter Paul Lance (who received the anonymous phone calls regarding the Maury Island incident) suddenly died. Pathologists studied his body for 36 hours but could not find any cause of death.


Shortly after the death of Tacoma Times reporter Paul Lance, the United Press “stringer” for the Seattle area, Ted Morello, also died. The Tacoma Times operated for a few more months and then quietly closed it doors forever.

The same day as Lance’s death, FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover sent a teletype to FBI Seattle field agent George Wilcox.  In it, Hoover said:

Quote:“It would also appear that Dahl and Crisman did not admit the hoax to the army officers.”

Agent George Wilcox responded with the following:

Quote:“Please be advised that Dahl did not admit to Brown that his story was a hoax but only stated that if questioned by authorities he was going to say it was a hoax because he did not want any further trouble over the matter.”

It would seem that Crisman and Dahl’s retraction of their story had been submitted under duress.

Aftermath

In January 1950, Crisman told Fate magazine that the incident did indeed happen and that the claims that he retracted his story were a “bald-face lie”.

Crisman’s life continued to be filled with adventure. In 1968, as he was driving home from work, his car was riddled with bullets by an unknown shooter.
Two weeks later, New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison subpoenaed Crisman to testify in the John F. Kennedy assassination investigation. Crisman claimed he had no knowledge of the assassination.
Although no further legal action against Crisman was taken by Garrison, early JFK researchers identified Crisman as one of the three mysterious “hobos” that had been arrested and photographed shortly after the assassination of President Kennedy.

Unanswered questions

Who believed it was a hoax?

Rumors of the incident being a hoax propagated rather quickly after the Air Force’s findings were made public. Among those who officially claimed the incident was a hoax were Edward J. Ruppelt, one-time head of the U.S. Air Force project investigating flying saucers (Project Bluebook, which Ruppelt took over in 1951) and Dr. Edward Condon who gave the incident 115 words in his Scientific Study of Unidentified Flying Objects paper.  Both Ruppelt and Condon are highly disreputed within the paranormal community.

Was Crisman a conman?
Many reports point out that Crisman was a conman but official FBI reports counter this claim. An FBI investigation into Crisman noted witnesses saying he was “a clean cut young man of good character and clean morals”, “a fine person whose character, morals, and loyalty were beyond questions”, and that “no defamatory information whatsoever was heard regarding him”.  Claims that Crisman was a conman seem to be misplaced and in fact, Crisman went on to become a City Councilman.

What happened to the photographs that Dahl took of the UFOs?
The photographs of the incident have never surfaced. Dahl never showed anyone the pictures. Evidence hints that the Air Force investigators took the pictures with them on their fateful trip back to Hamilton Field. Dahl claims that the pictures were useless anyway saying that shortly after the “men in black” visited him, the pictures became fogged and spotted – as if exposed to some sort of radiation.

Bigger than the Roswell crash?
13 days after Crisman and Dahl reported seeing a distressed UFO break into pieces, another UFO reportedly crashed in Roswell, New Mexico. Some believe that the more important news story took place on Maury Island and that the Roswell crash was nothing more than an attempt to direct attention away from the Maury Island incident.

Additional Information
Update 12/2/2013: Researchers from the Northwest Museum of Legends and Lore have uncovered a 1947 Tacoma Times newspaper headline related to the historic Maury Island crash.  In the article, it is stated that a Air Force Chief of Staff confirmed that the crashed planes had been on a “disc mission”.  The text of the article reads:

Wrecked Bomber Carried Disc Secret Mon. – Aug. 4, 1947, Tacoma Times
Army Says Data Was On Plane
By Paul Lantz
The army air forces Monday confirmed reports the B-25 bomber which crashed at Kelso Friday carrying classified secret material pertaining to discs.
According to a United Press report Monday, Brig. Gen. Ned Schramm, chief of staff of the Fourth air force at San Francisco, confirmed a story carried exclusively in the Tacoma Times Saturday that the planes had been on a disc mission.
The Times, which was the first newspaper to break the story, had been informed by an anonymous tipster that the fallen plane carried disc data at the time of the crash.Still unconfirmed is the tipster’s statement that the crash was caused by sabotage.
It was revealed Monday that specimens obtain on Maury Island by two Tacoma businessmen are of a substance unknown to the University of Chicago metallurgists.

Posted this in another thread but after looking at it more closely I thought it deserved its own place in history.

Newly discovered evidence of a possible Trillary or perhaps Hillump relationship unfolding?




Is love in the air?   And more importantly...what does this mean for the White House? Will all be revealed next Month?

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Many of Rogue Nations members had been invited to Arizona by Mr. and Mrs. G for a night out in the Arizona desert with Mr. G's night vision scope and Mrs. G's telescope. The invite had said bring bug spray and an appetite..


Directions had been given to an area where the G's liked to camp, fish, and do target practice so it was a simple matter to plug the gps coordinates into our trusty ride, buckle up and count the miles to our meet up destination.


I had planned on arriving close to sunset for even though it was the end of October, Arizona could still be to darn hot for my liking. Our mileage was clicking off in a most satisfactory manner until we had to get on a rutted pot hole filled dirt road for the remaining 12 miles. As we bumped along with the air conditioner still putting out a reasonable temperature, off to our one o'clock position there was a brief flash of blueish white light. My wife was the one to take notice of its' actual position for I was to busy avoiding crevasses and pot holes to divide my attention on much else. All I saw was the desert turned into white daylight for the briefest amount of time.


She wondered if it had been a meteor or some other heavenly event for the light had lasted about as long as a brilliant flash bulb going off on an expensive camera rig.


Finally after our bone jarring dirt road ride we arrived at the meet and greet coordinates to find seven other cars and a campfire that was still in it's healthy young stage...... as if it had been made less than fifteen minutes before.


We exited our car and walked to the fire; no one was around. My wife said everyone had probably moved to a dark area to watch the sky which was possible however I kinda had my doubts as Mr. and Mrs. G would not leave food out unattended in an area like this. There was food laid out ready to be cooked over the open fire on a heavy wire mesh grill. The food cooler and containers was where my wife headed as I walked 360 degrees around the fire looking for foot prints and a possible direction everyone had headed. I found nothing except for the foot prints leading from the parked cars to the fire place.

As I returned to my wife she said there was something wrong for someone had evidently left in a big hurry. A can of pork and beans had fallen and spilled upon the rocky ground and there was a rack of ribs left out of the cooler and partly covered in barbeque sauce but, the brush that had been used to spread the sauce, had also fallen into the dirt as if it had just been dropped.


I repositioned my 9mm pistol and asked my wife if she could get a signal on her cell phone ? No signal was available evidently for we were in a valley surrounded by high ground.


I was torn between waiting and or going to someplace to get a signal so I could call Mr. or Mrs. G to see what was up? If failing to make contact with either of them I was calling the cops for the camp sight really was weird.

I told my wife to take the car and drive back out of the valley until she got a signal but before I even got half way through my suggestion she informed me “NO” that was not in the plans for tonight ! She had watched to many horror movies where those who separated usually ended up in a pool of their own blood. She did have a point but.... I had not escalated the missing people.... up to the point of full blown nefarious intentions...... by some creeps out to harm our friends quite yet.... But... sometimes I am not paranoid enough.....


O.K.

We spent the next few minutes hollering the different names of those who were supposed to be here tonight. We both knew our voices were carrying way out there because in the distance there was an occasional coyote howl that seemed to be a long way away.


We had given up on finding anyone without tracks or a response to our hollering so we decided to head back to the car and find a cell phone signal down the road.

Police report filed three days later on 2 November 2016:

8 cars found with tracks from cars to desert fire pit. No sign of struggle. Only one sign of tracks walking around the fire location. No other sign of tracks other than to and from the vehicles to the fire pit location.

Tracking dogs were used but they could not find any spore of where the campers might have gone. It is as if they all just vanished into thin air..... An area for 20 miles around the fire pit has been searched by foot patrol, air assets, and trackers all to no avail. I recommend the search be discontinued unless there are new developments.


Capt. Richardson AHP