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August 31, 2008

Mysterious Sky Phenomenon Observed Off The Central East Coast Of Florida


At around 7:00-7:30pm, August 26, 2008, a Florida family observed a mysterious phenomenon in the Florida sky near the central east coast city of Holy Hill, Florida.

I tend to notice the skies all the time, but in my 46 years, I have never seen anything like this. All clouds and haze abruptly broke off at the edges of this huge “wedge” of blue sky and were completely missing inside it. It was absolutely surreal.

It was almost as if all of the clouds had been sucked down into some sort of massive funnel leaving a huge cone of empty, dark blue sky. It wasn’t moving in any way, just there, across most of the eastern sky. And it didn’t really seem round like a funnel or cone, but more like a flat 2D wedge. But there were absolutely no clouds, no haze, or no vapor of any kind in it.

The first thing that came to mind was some sort of government experiment with a kind of “cloud-buster” device or something. I’ve seen photos of small blue circles of clear sky over these devices in the midst of surrounding cloud-coverings. But this was much bigger, a similar effect, but way too big to be from such a device, even if it was from a ship or something offshore. I would say that the base of it, across the horizon, was at least a couple of miles wide. So then I wondered if maybe some sort of oil spill, spreading for miles across the ocean, could somehow cause such an effect above it, but it extended way up into the sky over our heads, with crisp edges on both sides. Like I said, this was completely unexplainable.

see story @ http://oregonskywatch.com/bluesky/?p=814

August 28, 2008

A Burial at Sea of Another Strange Object





Those of you who have followed my stories know I have had a lifetime of finding strange objects. I have found these objects hidden in my car, in my purse, knapsacks, even on my body. They are not objects that belong to me or my family or friends. They are always unusual in appearance and they are always dangerous.


My first experience was when I was a teenager and found a rather large odd bright red lipstick in my pocketbook. It instantly caused a raw rash on my hand and I instantly threw it out.


Over the years I have dealt with rings, hair clips, small black boxes, huge ballpoint pens, among other things. The list is long but this day I want to tell you about the comb and our Saturday night at sea.


Years ago my husband, my best friend Eileen and her husband all decided to take a short boat trip out to the Atlantic Ocean for a day of sun, fun, and salt air. Eileen and her husband owned a very large boat and thought it would be fun for the four of us to go out for the day enjoying the ocean and ending the trip with a nice dinner on Fire Island. Fire Island is a long thin island off of Long Island in New York that buffers the bigger Island from the Atlantic Ocean. Fire Island is filled with small beach resort towns that offer places to have a nice seafood dinner, hear great music and just have fun for the boaters of both islands.


After a day of fishing and swimming we headed toward one of the small towns to have some dinner before making our way across the big bay that would return us to the mainland.

Once docked we all decided to stuff our wallets and belongings into one knapsack type bag so we only had one item to carry during our time on the island.


We had dinner, heard some music, and decided to head back to the boat. While on the island we picked up a box of homemade cookies from a boardwalk small bakeshop to enjoy with a cup of tea once back on board the boat.


We decided to make our way across half the bay before stopping for our little tea break. The night was star studded and beautiful and we were having a wonderful time.


I noticed once back on board that my friend Eileen was limping slightly. I asked her if she hurt her leg. She limped over to me and showed me her foot. It was swollen and red. She told us she either was bitten while on the island or may have tripped boarding the boat. All she knew was that after we had lifted anchor her foot started to ache, and now was swollen and red.


We stopped for that tea and cookie break half way across the bay. We set up our mugs of tea around a small table on the top deck. Eileen reached for the knapsack, which contained our cookies. When Eileen lifted the small box of cookies out of the sack something fell out of the knapsack onto the ground. Eileen bent over and picked it up. As she did she let out a little yell and dropped the thing on the table.


We all just looked and listened.

There on the table lay a huge golden comb. The thing was at least a foot long. It was wide with large spaces between its teeth. It also looked to be made of solid gold. Eileen’s husband looked at the thing and remarked, “ What the heck is that, a giants comb?”


As we looked at this huge comb I heard a noise that immediately alarmed me. It was making the same low growling sickening hum I heard years before from an odd black box I found in my purse. I also felt a bit sick to my stomach and dizzy. My husband bent closer to it and said “ This thing is vibrating” We all looked at each other. Eileen suddenly sat down. She winced that her foot was really hurting her and began to whimper a bit.


I knew at once that this was yet another strange object that was planted in my belongings and that we had to get rid of it at once. I feared for Eileen’s well being. I feared for us all.


My husband had been through this with me a few times before and understood we had to get rid of this object as soon as possible. He also knew it had to be done away with for good.


He stood up and immediately started to search the boat. He found a heavy length of chain, two hand dumbbells belonging to Eileen’s husband, a bucket and a box of plastic trash bags. My husband took a towel, and with care picked up this huge golden comb and wrapped it in the towel. As he did this he told us that the comb was heavy and seemed to be made or actual gold. The entire time it hummed and shook. Eileen went below to lie down, as she was feeling sicker by the second.


The men continued gathering weighted objects to fill the bucket. They worked quickly placing the odd object in the bottom of the bucket. They then layered the chain, weights and other weighted odd pieces from the boat on top of this moaning comb. Once that was done they placed the bucket inside a few trash bags. It was then duck taped into a tight coffin and tied with rope from the boat.


We pulled in the anchor, started the engines and readied ourselves for a fast take off. My husband hung the bucket package off the side of the boat and let it go. As planned it immediately started to sink. He then yelled to Eileen’s husband “ Hit it, get us out of here.” Like a rocket the boat launched into the night full speed ahead. We stood in the night looking behind us as we placed distance quickly between this strange new object and us.


By the time we tied up at dock on the mainland Eileen’s foot was reducing in size. The pain she was feeling was quickly dissipating and she was returning to normal. My husband and I both knew that if we had not gotten rid of that growling vibrating devil she might have had a far different out come. We had been down this road before!


As with all the other objects we have found and removed we have no idea what this comb was, how it got into that knapsack and why we keep finding similar strange items.


The one thing I do know is that as long as they are placed near my family, friends and I, the quicker we will become in getting rid of them. This is without question a true and deep mystery in my life.


Always be aware of your surroundings and pay attention to what happens around you. There are many unknowns out there. This story is one of them.

Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly, Endless Journey e-magazine blog site @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

August 26, 2008

'UFO mystery' in Stretford


CROWDS of people in Stretford watched in awe as a formation of mysterious orange lights hovered low over their houses last night.

The intensely bright orbs, the colour of the setting sun, were spotted by dozens of residents between 10 and 11pm.

Motorists stopped their cars and neighbours on several streets congregated outside to watch the orbs pass slowly overhead.

Some took mobile phone videos and photos of the strange lights, while others reported the sightings to Greater Manchester Police who sent two officers to investigate.

Matthew Darsley, 31, of Haworth Drive, said: "It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. They looked as if they were on fire, really bright orange orbs. We spotted eight or nine go over my house between 10 and 11pm.

"They definitely weren't helicopters or planes or anything like that, and there was no smoke or sound.

"We were thinking, `this is it'.

to read the rest of this article see:
http://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/s/1062732_ufo_mystery_in_stretford

August 25, 2008

What Would You Do If You Found Yourself Smack in the Middle of a Paranormal Event?


I often ask that question to the people around me. I often write about what others did once they found themselves smack in the middle of a paranormal experience. I try to bring this subject to light as I think the future will roll forth with many paranormal happenings for more and more people.

I can only offer advice by way of personal experience and the reports of those I have talked with who had paranormal events they had to deal with.

The first common thread I found in my own life and in others, when faced with an experience you do not understand is fear. The first thing you must do is not fall to pieces. I know that I have felt fear so deep and terrifying I thought I would pass out cold. However, at the same time knew, if I did not keep my senses about me, I may not live to tell about it.

I think the main thing we need to understand is that a paranormal event will most likely cause you to find yourself in a state of fear so over powering you will feel as though you are going into shock. The most important response to this normal first reaction of total fear would be to somehow dig deep within your being so you can hold yourself together to get past this initial overwhelming fear.

The second reaction after finding your legs are still under your body is to either run away from (or) to walk towards whatever event is before you. This is what I refer to as the do or die moment. I have listened to many reports of people who have done both things. There are those who ran away and others who walked towards whatever experience were before them. UFOs are a common paranormal experience. I have personal knowledge in this area as well as reports from others concerning the reactions when experiencing a sighting. I found that those who removed themselves from a close physical encounter handled the sighting and experience better than those who did the opposite and closed in for a better look. Those who made their way to other people, took cover, and placed distance between them and the unknown had stronger recall, less harm to their person and a more secure confidence in what they had experienced. Those who became too close, on the other hand, often were forced to deal with more than they were prepared for.

My opinion is that if you find yourself in a situation where you are viewing a paranormal event the best way to deal with the experience is to protect yourself first and foremost. The best thing to do, if possible, would be to quickly find other people. This would help assure your safety and add witness’s to the event before you. Along with this reaction I would at once distance yourself so you are not easily accessible to being harmed, taken or worse. I do not think it wise to assume that the event before you is harmless or is friendly. I think being cautious and at a safe distance with other people around you a must. Remember the unknown is just that.

Know that light is always a friend and turn on, flash or run to what ever lights you are near or can find. If an experience occurs at night or in a dark area search for lights. Seeing clearly what you’re dealing with is a must. Light also distracts and retreats things that are lurking in areas that are not fully visible. Of course broad daylight experiences happen every day. That is a time to find safety in numbers or escape to a protected area.

Lastly, try to control your fear through out your experience. It may mean a life of death decision on your part. Try to record as much as you can to memory of what you are seeing or dealing with and never give way to panic. These are the moments in life you need to find your best and rely on your instinct to survive.

I think most who witness a paranormal event do so with out harm or negative aftermath of any type. I just feel as more people experience more things considered paranormal or unknown that basic guidelines in the back of ones mind is a good thing to have.

I wish you all wonderful adventures, and interesting experiences. I also wish for you to be as prepared as you can be for what ever may come along your next journey.

Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly, Endless Journey e-magazine blog site @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

August 22, 2008

Alaskan Mystery Carcuss




Remember the story of the beached mystery animal, posted here before all the Georgia business?

I’ve had the photograph of the Alaskan carcass for a couple weeks. However, I didn’t want to have it get lost in the hoax mania and blackout, so I kept it in reserve until I could post it during a calmer time.

Here it is above. The picture was taken on July 22, 2008. The image was being shared privately, and then forwarded to me after I posted about this on August 8th.

As you will recall, one of the local theories was this might be the qaqrat. The term comes from the Inuit dialect of Cup’ig, Nunivak Island’s native language. It roughly translates as “beast-walrus.”

One person in Mekoryuk – Nunivak Island’s only village – thinks the smooth-skinned corpse might be the beast, the qaqrat, rumored about in local legend.

Others have speculated the body was of a walrus, an elephant seal, a small whale, or a dolphin.

The whereabouts of the carcass, whether any samples were taken, or even if it has been revisited and bones gathered, are all unknowns.

found @ http://www.cryptomundo.com/breaking-news/pic-ak-body/

August 21, 2008

Mysterious Skulls: Dare They Be Called, Human?


Peruvian Skulls

These odd elongated skulls originate from Peru. They were excavated in Nazca - close to the mysterious Nazca lines. As with the horned skull race, skeletal remains reveal that this race was extremely tall - up to nine feet in height. Similar skulls have been excavated in Mexico and are on display in museums. Some of the elongated skulls showed evidence of ancient brain surgery, suggesting an advanced knowledge and understanding of biology. Suggestions that the skulls were altered by a process of binding the skull in infancy, when the cranial bones are soft, encouraging them to grow into an un-natural shape, have been rejected. Nevertheless, skull binding cannot increase the internal capacity of the cranial void - and evidence points to the fact that in the case of the Peruvian and Mexican skulls, the cranial void is significantly larger than in a normal skull. It is intriguing also to consider the Egyptian Pharaoh Akhenaten and his family - who were depicted in hieroglyphics as having a large misshapen skull.

Starchild Skull

This peculiar skull was found in a mine tunnel, 100 miles Southwest of Chihuahua. Dental analysis have ascertained that the skull is that of a five year old child. However, the interior of the skull is 20cm larger than the average adult cranial cavity. The optic nerve is situated at the bottom of the eye socket, rather than the back.

The back of the skull is flattened, but not by artificial means. Carbon dating places the skull's age at approximately 1100 BCE. DNA testing has determined that the child had a human mother, but useful lengths of nuclear DNA for further testing could not be recovered. In 2004, Royal Holloway College of the University of London revealed “fibers” in the bone of the skull and a reddish residue, neither of which are known or recorded to exist prior to the discovery.

The Horned Skull


During an archaeological dig in Sayre, Bradford County, Pennsylvania in the 1880s, a number of human skulls were unearthed. These skeletons were anatomically correct, except for the anomaly of their projections, two inches above the eyebrow, and the fact that their average height in life would have been around seven feet tall. The bones were sent to the American Investigating Museum in Philadelphia, where they were stolen - never to be seen again.

these inteteresting skull tidbits were found @ http://www.cultcase.com/2008/08/five-mysterious-skulls-dare-they-be.html

August 20, 2008

What Horrors Lurk Below!

Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly, Endless Journey e-magazine blog site @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

August 18, 2008

Psychics- The Art of Time Jumping


I am sure all of us have at one time or another known or had an experience with someone with psychic ability.

My family is full of relatives who know what is going on in the family before things even happen in the family!

I have a relative who foresaw a family members murder, but could not stop it. She did however locate the exact location of my poor relatives body. She also prevented another family member from being attacked by a man who was posing as a salesman. She was in time for that event. I have witnessed my family member do incredible things; see things see could not possibly know. Predicts things well before they happen, as well as having visits from those who have passed on. My family member may be creepy to many, but to me she is simply gifted with a well-developed sense of Time Jumping.

I have been to many psychic gathering where I watched the gifted predict or know amazing things about people they did not know. To be fair I must say I also have watched many frauds abuse people looking for answers. I have little respect for those who claim to have a gift they do not and purposely deceive those willing to pay for information they desperately are seeking. As with all things in the paranormal you must be careful of those who prey in a community they feel is an easy place to find willing victims.

There are many good solid psychics out there. Usually the fact they predict correctly gives them a reliable following.

I think the ability of the psychic is tied to their advanced sense of time and all its levels. I think the psychics among us can recall yesterday, today and tomorrow as easily as we recall yesterday and today. The extra skill of these time jumpers is that they can recall other people’s pasts and see other peoples tomorrows. I have always considered this skill the art of time jumping. The psychics seem to be able to control all the dimensions of time the same as we control our two (past and present). I think with this advanced sense and skill comes the added art of seeing the time patterns of complete strangers as easily as their own time patterns.

We all have intuitions. We feel fear or dislike a new person without cause. We stay home on a day we were meant to travel or hesitate and change our decisions without really knowing why other than we just had a feeling about it. Psychics have developed all these senses and abilities advanced beyond the ability of the average person.

I think the ability to see the future as if it were the past or to see another’s life and past an incredible thing. I wonder if we all once had this ability and lost it? Or, is this time travel a new skill of those becoming the next energy we may evolve to?

Time jumping, dimension sharing, knowing all that was and will be. I know it is possible. I have seen it done many times. I hope one day we will all understand it. Until then be aware of those around you. You never know who is visiting your thoughts or deepest secrets. I do know the world seems full of these gifted Time Jumpers! When I look into the eyes of a stranger, I wonder if they can see into my tomorrows? When my relative calls and tells me to stay home that day, without question, I do!

Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly, Endless Journey e-magazine blog site @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

August 17, 2008

Portal to mythical Mayan underworld found


Archaeologists discovered maze of stone temples in underground caves

MEXICO CITY - Mexican archeologists have discovered a maze of stone temples in underground caves, some submerged in water and containing human bones, which ancient Mayans believed was a portal where dead souls entered the underworld.

Clad in scuba gear and edging through narrow tunnels, researchers discovered the stone ruins of eleven sacred temples and what could be the remains of human sacrifices at the site in the Yucatan Peninsula.

Archeologists say Mayans believed the underground complex of water-filled caves leading into dry chambers — including an underground road stretching some 330 feet — was the path to a mythical underworld, known as Xibalba.

read the rest of the article@

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26208873

August 14, 2008

CHEMTRAILS-NEW YORK STYLE!




We just cannot seem to figure out what is going on up there. I spent the last year watching the sky over my home here on Long Island New York. Many days we watched the sky become a mass of blue covered in thin long strips of whatever it is they have been spraying. We watched as the lines grew into wide clouds that hovered for hours above our heads. It is incredible to watch the fat pearl white crafts with short fat wings spray these trails all over the sky. It is more incredible, for me ,to watch and listen to my fellow citizens fluff it off as typical air action of everyday air traffic. The lack of concern over these obvious atypical aircraft behaviors is as concerning to me as the spraying itself. I watched a special on TV today that really frosted my glass! I watched a so-called special on the chemtrail issue that was an insult to me and every other human with a brain.
Instead of really discussing what is going on up there, the entire hour was wasted talking about commercial flight fuel. Hello…telegram, anyone home? What is flying up there is not commercial and what it is spraying isn’t exhaust from engines. I guess those out to discourage the few that do question this event feel binoculars and telescopes are not available to the public! If you look at these machines spraying your skies you will soon see they are usually all white and look nothing at all like commercial jets. At best they are military, or something else.

If your trying to convince those who are questioning these spraying crafts that they are in commercial or military flight patterns, then god help us all! If the air traffic is flying in figure 8s, or crisscrossing each other in the tight patterns in one small area of the sky, we are in trouble! If the commercial flights are turning fast hard right angles at enormous speeds, they are amazing crafts holding some terrified passengers! If this is simply everyday air traffic contrails. … Answer me this? Why has it stopped?

That is right, why has it stopped? I have not seen one spraying craft in weeks. For months it was a daily event. We would go to the beach and sit with our binoculars and telescopes watching the crafts throw out so much spray that the sky looked as if it had been cluttered with pick up sticks made of the chemtrail dust. We watched and watched until…it just stopped. The air traffic through New York is exactly the same. The military lanes used to cross the Atlantic are exactly the same. However, not one chemtrail can be found. We have huge blue skies with huge white clouds during the best summer days I can recall in my 50 plus years on this earth. What we do not have any longer are the crafts spraying long chemtrails.

Now, I may be wrong, but people, you cannot have it both ways. Either it is the commercial and military jets normal contrails making that huge mess or it isn’t? Since the commercial jets and military plane can still be seen every day on time as usual, yet not one chemtrail is now to be found, what should I think? What can I say? The proof seems to be in the trail or is that non-trail?
Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly
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August 5, 2008

The Closet Door- Long Island 1968

image I was 16 years old and had my junior driver's license, which meant I could drive until dark. It was summer and dusk came late--around 9 o'clock. When we planned our days well and were lucky enough, we would arrange with the 18 year-olds who had full licenses to follow us home to drop off our cars before nightfall. They would then take us out in their cars for the rest of the night.
The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly

On a typical evening we would all hang out at the McDonald's in town. As dusk approached we would try to find the 18 year-olds willing to follow us home before the night took hold and the police sorted us out. Anyone caught driving with a junior license after nightfall would lose his or her driving rights altogether. Consequently, the hours between 7 o'clock and 9 o'clock became critically important each evening. If we did not have our "after nine" pals lined up by then, we were home for the night by nightfall.

The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
It was a Saturday night. My parents were off visiting my grandparents. I was allowed to drive my mother's convertible around with my pals until nightfall. I was to return the car to our house by 8:45-or else.

I was out with my two friends, Sally and Sara. We were hanging out with our other pals at McDonald's. My friend Sally's older brother agreed to pick us up at my house at 10 o'clock that night--after I had taken my mom's car home. He agreed to take us for pizza in town. It was a big deal to us at the time as my friend's brother was a 20 year-old. Being seen at the pizza place with him was a feather in our 16-year-old caps.

Time came for us to take the car home and so we headed to my house to meet Sally's brother. I drove the car home and parked it in the driveway in front of the house.. We all rushed to my front door as a few hours of cola-drinking at McDonald's left us all in urgent need of the bathroom. The three of us ran to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and laughed as we yelled at each other to hurry up and swore off all additional cola-drinking during future McDonald's visits. I was last in line and rushed into the bathroom as my two friends stood brushing their hair in the mirror. My friend Sally stood straight up, turned completely white and said to Sara and me, "I have a horrid feeling--we are not alone in the house. I think I heard something." We all froze and listened. I thought I heard a sort of bump, too. I stood up and said, "Let's get out of here!" The three of us blasted through the bathroom doorway, down the hallway, and out the front door. I slammed the door and locked it. Luckily, I had placed my keys into my pocket but I left my pocketbook inside the house. We ran to the car and I backed it into the street. We quickly closed the convertible top and locked all the car doors. We were all in the front seat. We sat there terrified. I could feel my heart pounding with a fear I knew was real and warranted.

The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
After a few minutes we thought maybe we were just suffering from "boogie-man" syndrome. I thought I should at least go back inside and get my pocketbook. Then I could call my parents and have my license and money with me as well. I was getting out of the car to go back to the house when something caught my eye.
The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
As I lifted myself from the driver's seat and stepped outside the car, I thought I saw the front porch light flicker. My friend Sara stood beside me in the street as we looked up at the house. We watched as the light over the front door turned on and off-again and again. I felt a fear I had never before known. Somebody was definitely inside the house and playing with us as well.

We jumped back into the car and locked the doors again. I started the car so we could go call the police and my parents. As I turned the ignition key with my trembling hand, I continued to watch this person inside our house proceeding to light up the living room. As we pulled away, my friend Sally said, "Oh God, he is in your room! He turned on your light!" I felt sick and angry all at once, knowing as I drove for help that someone was in my home, intentionally toying with us.

We reached the end of my street just as my friend's brother turned the corner on his way to pick us up. I blew the horn and told him to pull over. We all started screaming at once. He had brought two of his football pals with him and so we all decided to return to the house for one more look. We both parked in the street and everyone watched as lights inside the house kept switching on and off every few seconds--first the kitchen, then the den, and then over to the living room. The front porch light was apparently turned on and off every time this intruder passed the switch inside. The boys watched this taking place and clearly felt the same fear we did. My friend's brother decided we needed to call the police. He sent one of his friends in his car to call 911. We stayed locked in my mother's car--the three of us girls, Sally's brother, and Sally's brother's friend.

I decided to keep the motor running. At this point I was scared out of my mind. We watched as the light show continued. We sat silently waiting. The air was still. The only sounds we heard were the light chirping of summer crickets and the light hum of the car motor. Nobody said a word. We all knew we were being watched by and played with by some type of madman. Sally finally broke the silence. She said, "Thank God you did not go back into that house." I just sat frozen, ready to drive away if I needed to.

The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
We sat there for what seemed an awfully long time but in truth was only a few minutes. I was very fearful this person in my house would leave before the police arrived. We sat anxiously as the seconds ticked away and occupied ourselves by watching lights turning on--and now staying on--throughout the house. Soon the house looked like a barn fire on a dark beach as every light appeared to be on--including outside floodlights and driveway spotlights. We again sat silently, watching. Suddenly from deep inside the house came this animal-like, wild growling scream. As this thing screamed it must have been pounding on the backside of the front door or a front wall. The night
The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
echoed this wild animal like screaming and muffled banging with such force I began to shake and cry. My friend's brother touched my shoulder from the back seat with his hand and said, "We need to leave. This is way too much for us to handle." I was shaking so much I could barely place the car into gear. We started down the road but had rolled only a few yards when our friend returned with a police car following right behind him.

Coincidentally, my parents were turning the corner right behind the police car. I stopped my car and waited until the policeman was standing just outside my car door. I rolled down the window and then we all started to tell him what was happening. The policeman looked up at the house to see the last of the light changes occurring. As the policeman stood looking at the house the creature inside let out one last howling scream. The policeman reached for his side arm and whispered "Mother of God" My parents ran to the side of our car and the policeman asked my father for the keys to the house. He then withdrew his gun, called for backup and started up the driveway toward the front door.

Before the policeman unlocked the front door, another policeman arrived. He ran to the front door to aid the first policeman and they entered the house together. We all stood outside watching as the policemen made their way through our house-this now eery-looking building we girls had been giggling in just moments before. It again seemed as if a very long time passed-maybe ten to fifteen minutes--then one of the policemen called my father to the house. Again they seemed to be searching the house-this time all three of them. My dad eventually returned to the rest of us, still standing by the cars, and told my friend's brother to take all the kids directly home and to lock his car doors and not stop for anyone or anything.

As my friends drove away, my dad told my mother and me to get back into the car. He got into the car with us and quickly locked all the doors. He then told my mother and me the policemen discovered the back door had been ripped open. He said the person who broke in had taken some of our clothing and makeup and thrown it around the house. My dad then looked at my mother in a way that told me there was something more he was not saying.

By this time there were many police cars around the neighborhood. I saw two policemen with a dog searching the neighbors' yard closest to our house. My friend Kim lived there with her family. We sat in the locked car for a long time. Both of my parents were upset and I was scared to death.

Finally a policeman appeared at our front door and motioned for my father to come back inside the house. My dad left us locked inside the car and did as the policeman directed. My dad talked with the policemen for a few minutes and then motioned for my mother and me to come inside the house as well. When my mother and I walked into the house, one policeman and my dad took my mother by the arm to show her something down the hallway while another policeman tried to distract me in the living room. I wanted to stay with my parents and so I started to walk toward the bedroom area where they had gone when my mom let out a horrible scream and burst into tears. I took off in a full run to where my parents were standing.

They were in my bedroom. I walked into the bedroom myself and saw my parents looking behind my open closet door. The policeman was looking behind the door as well. I leaned forward and pushed the closet door closed in order to see what they were looking at in the space behind it.

The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
On my bedroom floor, no longer hidden by the closet door, sat a little wooden chair my dad normally kept in his office behind the garage. Draped over the chair, as if someone had been sitting there holding it in his hand, was a long piece of brand new rope. It looked as if someone had just let it slip from his hands as he stood up to leave. On the floor beside the chair were a long sharp carving knife from the kitchen and some matches. My makeup had been used to paint strange marks and symbols on my bedroom wall. My nightgown was torn and thrown into the waste basket next to my desk. On my bed was an outline where something had laid on it and left an imprint. Across my headboard on the wall were long claw marks where something had torn into the wall. I also noticed a putrid order lingering in the house. I took it all in despite my paralyzing terror and then I looked one more time at the little chair and rope no longer hidden by the closet door.. I ran to the bathroom and vomited. My mom, crying, came in after me. I knew I had missed losing my life that night by the mere luck of my friends needing to use the bathroom. If I had entered the house alone, my life surely would have been taken. The question was, but by what?

It was a big deal that night. The police stayed with us for hours. They did not pretend the incident was just a robbery or some silly kid staging a prank. I knew clearly, as they did, that I had barely escaped a cruel and untimely death. Police searched the area for hours that night. They scanned the house for fingerprints and took great care in recording the details of all we had seen and heard. The police talked to my dad before leaving and told him they knew of another incident in the area with similar details. A woman had been lured into her basement by the unexpected sound of her washer and dryer running. She also heard the horrid screams of this vile intruder and ran for help. It was not the first time they had to deal with this, and we could tell the police were both concerned and frightened.

I slept on the floor in my parents' bedroom that night. In fact, I slept on their bedroom floor until my dad fitted all the windows and doors of the house with either heavy-duty locks or steel bars. I refused to go outside by myself or drive anywhere in the car alone. I was terrified.

The Closet Door - Long Island 1968, By Chris Holly
We were sitting at the kitchen table when he finally came back. I could tell by one look at my dad's face something once again was terribly wrong. My father sat down and told us that my friend Kim had been sitting in the family room watching TV. She was home with her mother and little brother, sitting on the couch beneath the family room window, when something from outside the house grabbed the window--frame and all--and ripped it right out of the side of the house. I could not understand what he was telling me. I asked my father what he was talking about. He repeated--someone or something with incredible strength grabbed the window frame and ripped the entire thing out of the wall of the house. Kim jumped up screaming as an arm swatted for her from outside the window shell. Kim claimed she felt what seemed like a claw skim across her neck. Her mother heard all the noise from another room. She grabbed her husband's loaded rifle and ran into the family room where she saw the window ripped out of the wall and this arm reaching for Kim. By this time Kim was on the other side of the room screaming. Her mother took aim and fired at the space where the window had been. She could not tell whether she hit it. What ever it was ran away when she fired the gun.

Once again the police searched the area. Dogs were used. Police cars covered the streets. Once again this creature escaped. I remained terrified the rest of that summer. I refused to leave the house without another family member accompanying me. I refused to drive alone in my car. I never stayed home alone and progressed only as far as sleeping in my bedroom with the door open-provided my brother (who was home from college on summer breaks) or my parents kept a bedroom door open as well.

I went away to school the following year. I would never again spend time alone in that house. If my family went away, I would go out too and stay out until they returned. I never again felt safe in that house.

As far as I know, whatever entered our house that summer night was never caught or identified. I do know he or "it" intended to tie me up and hurt me. I do know he or "it" had little fear and enjoyed terrifying us that night. I also know he or "it" was beast-like and far from human given its loud haunting screams and incredible physical strength. I will always believe the monster that ripped the window and frame out of Kim's wall was the same monster that intended and tried to kill me.

I am thankful I ran out of the house that night, that I did not go home alone, and that my friends were there with me to help me think things through. Sometimes our fate is just a slight degree from being something we can or cannot survive. That night fate gave me a helping hand. Many days and nights since I have pondered how lucky I was to survive that horrifying period. It haunts me still as I continue to wonder what type of creature I could have faced alone that night. We all often wonder from where did it come? And where did it go? I often think about this experience as one of the greatest mysteries of my life.

Remember; always be careful out there. One never knows what lurks behind the closet door!

Copyright © 2008 Chris Holly, Endless Journey e-magazine blog site @ http://endlessjrny.blogspot.com/

August 4, 2008

NASA expert claims to have seen ET from UFO standing in Shuttle payload bay during space flight.


NASA veteran Clark C. McClelland confirms alien existence as outlined by astronaut Edgar Mitchell

I, Clark C. McClelland, former ScO, Space Shuttle Fleet, personally observed an 8 to 9 foot tall ET on his 27 inch video monitors while on duty in the Kennedy Space Center, Launch Control Center (LCC). The ET was standing upright in the Space Shuttle Payload Bay having a discussion with TWO tethered US NASA Astronauts! I also observed on my monitors, the spacecraft of the ET as it was in a stabilized, safe orbit to the rear of the Space Shuttle main engine pods.

I observed this incident for about one minute and seven seconds. Plenty of time to memorize all that I was observing.


To all who have faith in ME, I present you with this artists concept of what I saw many years ago at KSC. It was a tall creature, about 8 to 9 feet tall. It had a humanoid body shape with two arms, two hands, two legs, two feet, a slim torso and a normal size head for its size. The color of its skin I could not determine. It appeared to have two what appeared to be eyes, but it was not detailed enough for any other comments.


How did it communicate? I have no idea. It did move its arms a lot. Almost like giving instructions! I heard no voice communications. The helmet was not as large as our two NASA Astronauts, and had a viewport to look forward. It had a small, perhaps a communication device, attached only to the right side of the helmet!


I saw no oxygen tank(s). It had a wide belt like wrapping around it.. It did not appear to be tethered as the two Astronauts were to the sides of the shuttle structure. I observed nothing that appeared to be a weapon. The time of this amazing scene was one minute and seven seconds, I timed it on my Astronaut chronograph watch.


A friend of mine later contacted me and said that this person had also observed an 8 to 9 foot tall ET INSIDE the SPACE SHUTTLE CREW COMPARTMENT! Yes, inside OUR Shuttle! BOTH missions were DoD (Pentagon) TOP SECRET (TS) encounters!


With my verifiable background, there is no Federal Government Agency that can say I am crazy!


to complete this amazing story see:

http://paranormal.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&sdn=paranormal&cdn=newsissues&tm=20&f=00&su=p504.1.336.ip_&tt=2&bt=1&bts=0&zu=http%3A//www.australia.to/index.php%3Foption%3Dcom_content%26view%3Darticle%26id%3D317%3Aufo%26catid%3D41%3Arotator-news

NOTE TO VIEWERS: WHY DO I NEED TO FIND THESE INCREDIBLE NEWS RELEASES OUT OF COUNTRY? THIS ONE WAS FOUND IN AUSTRAILIA

The single hair that could FINALLY prove the Yeti really exists


By Fiona Macrae

He is 8ft tall and has a roar that could start an avalanche.

Despite this, the yeti has always managed to remain abominably elusive.

But yesterday, claims that the legendary beast really does exist took a giant step forward.

Scientists have used microscopes to analyse of strands of hair found caught on some rocks in jungle near the India-Bangladesh border.


The tests showed the thick, wiry hairs do not belong to any of the most common wild animals known to live in the area.

Instead, they bear a 'startling resemblance' to some collected half a century ago by Everest conqueror Sir Edmund Hillary.

Researcher Ian Redmond said: 'The hairs are the most positive evidence yet that a yeti might possibly exist. It might be that the region this animal is inhabiting is remote enough for it to remain undiscovered so far. We are very excited.'

The 54-year-old primate expert said that he and his Oxford Brookes University colleagues had ruled out the possibility of the hairs coming from animals known to roam the area, including black bears, macaque monkeys, dogs and wild boar.

'The hairs are complete with the cuticle, and between 3.3cm (1.3in) and 4.4cm (1.7in) long and thick and wiry and curved,' he said.

'We haven't found a match with the most likely contenders,' he said. 'But there is a resemblance with the hairs brought back by Sir Edmund Hillary. There is the exciting prospect that these could turn out to be something very dramatic.'

DNA tests could help solve the yeti mystery. Mr Redmond said: 'Even if the DNA test cannot identify the creature, it should be able to work out what it is related to. It could easily be an unknown primate even if it is not a yeti.' However, he admitted that his excitement at a potential scientific breakthrough was tinged with fear.

'My concern is that if we do find something unusual, it will be from a very small population of animals and I would want to talk to the state government and Indian government so they are not inundated with people trying to catch one for a museum,' he said.

for the complete article see:

http://paranormal.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&sdn=paranormal&cdn=newsissues&tm=154&gps=279_60_1477_766&f=00&su=p504.1.336.ip_&tt=2&bt=1&bts=1&zu=http%3A//www.mailonsunday.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1039150/The-single-hair-FINALLY-prove-Yeti-really-exists.html

August 2, 2008

Montauk Monster


Living on Long Island I have been following and extremely interested in the Montauk Monster . I am sure you all have seen the pictures of this creature on the Internet. I took care in finding all I could on a local level concerning this newly found Monster.

It is my opinion, and only mine, that this is not a Monster but a half rotting known animal. It could be a pig or dog, but I do not think it is a Monster.

I have my doubts concerning those involved. I feel the actions and story of this so called Monster a bit, well,....' Summer at Mont auk Point ish.'

I may be completely wrong and this could be the find of our time. I am sure we will soon know. It would be incredible to find a creature we did not know existed washed up right here in my own coastal back yard. However, as it stands, , I am having a hard time giving over to this Monster until we have more information.

Happy Summer and Thank you each and every viewer for making my blog a successful venture. Your views make my time and efforts writing this blog a pleasure!

Chris Holly

August 1, 2008

Unidentified Flying Threats


By NICK POPE


ON the afternoon of Nov. 7, 2006, pilots and airport employees at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago saw a disc-like object hovering over the tarmac for several minutes. Because nothing was tracked on radar, the Federal Aviation Administration did not investigate. Yet radar is not a reliable detector of all aircraft. Stealth planes are designed to be invisible to radar, and many radar systems filter out signals not matching the normal characteristics of aircraft. Did it really make sense to entirely ignore the observations of several witnesses?

A healthy skepticism about extraterrestrial space travelers leads people to disregard U.F.O. sightings without a moment’s thought. But in the United States, this translates into overdependence on radar data and indifference to all kinds of unidentified aircraft — a weakness that could be exploited by terrorists or anyone seeking to engage in espionage against the United States.

The American government has not investigated U.F.O. sightings since 1969, when the Air Force ended Project Blue Book, an effort to scientifically analyze all sightings to see if any posed a threat to national security. Britain and France, in contrast, continue to investigate U.F.O. sightings, because of concerns that some sightings might be attributable to foreign military aircraft breaching their airspace, or to foreign space-based systems of interest to the intelligence community.


Most of the incidents investigated in Britain have been easily explained as misidentifications of stars and planets, aircraft lights, satellites and meteors, but some cases have raised national security or air safety issues.

On Dec. 26, 1980, for instance, several witnesses at two American Air Force bases in England reported seeing a U.F.O. land. An examination of the site turned up indentations in the ground and a level of radiation in the area that was significantly higher than ordinary. More witnesses at the same base reported the U.F.O. again on subsequent nights. The deputy base commander reported that the aircraft aimed light beams into the most highly sensitive area of the base — a clear security breach.

On March 30 and 31, 1993, there was a wave of U.F.O. sightings over Britain. One witness described a triangular-shaped craft that flew slowly over an air force base before accelerating away to the horizon in an instant, many times faster than a jet. The British military reported, “There would seem to be some evidence on this occasion that an unidentified object (or objects) of unknown origin was operating over the U.K.”

On April 23, 2007, a commercial airline pilot and some of his passengers reported a huge cigar-shaped U.F.O. — the pilot estimated it to be a mile wide — near the Channel Islands. At the time, air traffic controllers reported to the pilot that radar picked up something, but that it was “unknown traffic.”

In addition, there have been several incidents of near misses between U.F.O.s and known aircraft — enough to prompt the Ministry of Defense and the British Civil Aviation Authority to advise pilots, if they encounter anything, “not to maneuver, other than to place the object astern, if possible.”

The United States is no less vulnerable than Britain and France to threats to security and air safety. The United States Air Force or the National Aeronautics and Space Administration should reopen investigations of U.F.O. phenomena. It would not imply that the country has suddenly started believing in little green men. It would simply recognize the possibility that radar alone cannot always tell us what’s out there.

Nick Pope, the author of “Open Skies, Closed Minds,” was in charge of U.F.O. investigations for the British Ministry of Defense from 1991 to 1994

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/29/opinion/29pope.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

The Ica Stones


In the 1930s, Dr. Javier Cabrera, a medical doctor, received a gift of a strange stone from a local farmer. Dr. Cabrera was so intrigued that he collected more than 1,100 of these andesite stones, which are estimated to be between 500 and 1,500 years old and have become known collectively as the Ica Stones. The stones bear etchings, many of which are sexually graphic (which was common to the culture); some picture idols and others depict such practices as open-heart surgery and brain transplants. The most astonishing etchings, however, clearly represent dinosaurs - brontosaurs, triceratops (see photo), stegosaurus and pterosaurs. While skeptics consider the Ica Stones a hoax, their authenticity has neither been proved or disproved.

THERE ARE EXPLORERS who believe in the possibility that some dinosaurs somehow survived extinction 60 million years ago and continue to live in isolated, largely unexplored areas of African rain forest. The only evidence for their existence, however, are stories told by natives of the region who claim to have seen such fantastic creatures. Perhaps new expeditions to these remote areas will someday find better, harder evidence, if there's any to be found.

But what if there were already better evidence that at least some dinosaurs had survived long enough to coexist with humans? Evidence better than just stories. What if early humans had actually etched pictures of dinosaurs on rock faces. That would constitute pretty good proof, wouldn't it?

Such rocks exist. Known collectively as the Ica Stones (they are found in Ica, Peru), these rocks, varying in size from that of a baseball to twice that of a basketball, are hand-etched with pictures of primitive fish, dinosaurs and Indians using what appear to be tools of advanced technology. The problem is, the age of these rocks cannot be verified. But they are intriguing, and they have delighted tourists and mystified researchers for decades.

By Stephen Wagner, About.com

http://paranormal.about.com/cs/ancientanomalies/a/aa041904.htm
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