Tis the Season

Tis the Season

January 29, 2009

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January 28, 2009

New Ideas About Those Nagging Trails Over Head

By now you all know I have written a few articles questioning the extreme lines left in our skies known as chem./con trails.

Many of you have sent me emails concerning this subject. Many times I have stood outside looking upward and wondering what the heck is going on.

I have questioned military men, scientists, pilots and many others I thought might have a clue to what was going on.

I found the answers to my questions on this subject as wide and endless as the never-ending lines themselves. I have been told everything from-they have always been there, (which I know as a middle aged adult to be a flat out non-truth.) to it is due to climate, or it is aliens, government weather control, plus dozens of other theories.

I know these lines are seen all over the western world as I have received emails from everyday people from all over the world complaining about them. I have read articles and I have watched hundreds of you tube videos. I am not sure if it is worldwide to be honest. I have not researched areas outside the area considered western.

I have talked and questioned and wondered about this subject for many years. I have yet to have anyone give me anything I would consider a solid answer, until now.

As a last ditch effort to try to find solutions for this ongoing display of pick up sticks across the sky I decided to make one last effort to talk to who in my life are the smartest people I know. I found them a bit more willing to discuss this subject since I published my last article concerning the jet-black contrails I witnessed over the New York Area this past December.

I found a new degree of interest coming from those who up to now brushed me aside on this issue. I took the new interest as my last try at finding out what they REALLY think is going on in our skies.

The one man is a scientist and in my opinion a brilliant person. He told me that he felt the amount of lines being dropped was due to something being added to the craft fuel delivering them. He also felt it may be something added to all air craft who travel certain lanes of flight in order to deliver some type of chemical reaction to a pacific area of the atmosphere. He thought it had to be a well-planned and immediate need and additives to the fuel the best method of delivery.

The other man I discussed this was is a genius that thinks in ways the rest of us just do not. He told me that after my persistence on this matter he started to include a sky check in his routine each time he was out doors. He said he also felt that there was something more to all of this and waving it away as business as usual at this point a bit ridiculous.

He told me what gives this a obvious identity is that the lines are without question being laid down in grids and patterns. He noted the grids and patterns were not the normal lanes of commercial or military air traffic. He told me he had been studying them and without question these grid lines or patterns were carefully planned and made with extreme precision with so many craft involved that is was indeed a well-planned event.

I asked him why he thought this was being done and he told me that his thinking was it had something to do with defense. He thought it might be some form of increasing or beefing up our radar capabilities or to block communications or in some way be used in this grid fashion to increase or scramble our defense systems. He also told me he felt it could be to alter the reflection of the sun and or climate. In fact he felt the grids could have endless uses and that they were without question deliberate.

I at least felt I was getting somewhere with this tangled mess of lines being dumped into our lives and knew I was also limited in my knowledge to do more than tell you what these men told me.

I will leave this issue now to others and hope somehow someone can give us all the makeup and understanding of what is going on over our heads.

I had one last theory thrown my way by a very interested reader via an email. He felt it was a way to counter act the Aliens from freely using our air space. He thought it somehow made it harder for them to travel our skies or cloak themselves above our homes.

I am left with these new theories and still no answers. However I do feel at long last we are coming out of our darkness, pulling our heads out of our caves and understanding we have been missing the forests for the trees. Please dear readers keep aware of your surroundings and always keep looking up!

♥ Copyright © 2008, 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 24, 2009

He Watched It All Yet Said Nothing- The UFO Crash of 1992 Long Island New York

Years ago the newspapers reported a suspected UFO crash on November 24th in South Haven Park located in Suffolk county New York. You can find reports on this event with an easy Google search.

I remember the event as I lived in Suffolk county New York at the time and recall all the talk and newspaper reports. It seemed to be the main topic of conversation for a short time but soon lost its interest as the holidays were just starting and the UFO story seemed to lose its headlines to Santa and the Malls.

A few days ago this event was brought up in conversation. I always had an interest in this case but for reasons that I have kept my own, until now.

During that period of time I was involved with a weekly group of women who would walk together in the malls early in the mornings for exercise. It was a trend at the time and very popular during the long cold winter months.

One of the women I walked with I knew from High School and as we circled the interior of the mall again and again we would talk. We renewed our old friendship and started to meet for lunch as well as our exercise sessions at the mall. During our friendship I learned that she had never married (we were in 40’s) but did have a serious relationship with a man who lived out near Shirley, near the South Haven Park.

She talked lovingly about this man but secretly I was a bit concerned at some of things she told me about her new found love.

This man lived in an old fixed up cabin on a very rustic rural area of land. He made very little money and was fixed on remaining that way. His theory of living was to survive off the land and not to get caught up with the rat race of society.

I found her stories about this man a bit disturbing but could see she was very taken with him so just listened and smiled and was happy she was happy.

I meet him a few times and frankly was shocked at this mans appearance and life style. He was a tall man who had long dark hair to his waist worn in a ponytail, old worn jeans and a torn washed out flannel shirt. He wore worn out boots and drove a beaten up orange pick up truck that always seemed to contain some kind of firewood over flowing from its bed.

Once I took a ride out to his cabin with my friend to see where he lived. My friend dropped off some old clothes of her brothers as his new winter wardrobe. My friend and this man where going to host a dinner party the next day and she wanted him to have his pick of her brothers old shirts for the event.

I do not know what I expected but I know I was not ready for the degree of rural rustic lifestyle this man was living.

The cabin was a very old very dilapidated three-room building that he was holding together with duck tape and hope! Two large wood burning stoves heated it with his water supply borrowed by way of hoses from his neighbor’s barn. I do not recall if he had electric or not but I do know he heated water on his stoves to take a bath every few days.

He lived off the land, which meant he helped himself to the local farmers crops taking his vegetables and fruits from their farms at night by way of flashlight and climbing fences. He also hunted in restricted areas, fished often and always killed the ducks in the area for his seasonal dinner parties. He would brag openly at how little he actually purchased to live or entertain. I found him to be a cheap thief and tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Years passed and so did the distance between me my lady friend and her hippie boyfriend.

About 1999 I ran into this couple at a party being held out on the Island by a mutual friend who lived near South Haven Park. At the end of the evening we were sipping coffee and sharing the desserts we had all brought when the subject came up about the UFO crash in the nearby park years before in 92.

As the man who lived in the cabin and lived off the land devoured the homemade peach pie, he made from the peaches he had stolen the night before from his neighbors fruit trees- he grunted out something about seeing it.

Another guest heard him first and stopped the conversation and asked what the pie eating old hippie had seen? “I saw that crash” he said as if it were a off handed comment about the weather.

At once the people around the table became silent and turned towards him. “What do you mean? You saw the UFO crash in South Haven?” He kept chewing while his girlfriend picked up the subject for him. “Oh I guess we never mentioned it before. He was out gathering wood that night in the park and saw the whole thing.”

As you can imagine every set of eyes in the room were now focused squarely on the pie-eating hippie. He finally looked up from his peach pie plate at a room full of people waiting for him to explain more.

He looked from one to the other around the table knowing he had to confess now as all ears were waiting for his words as the room fell silent. “ Ok, I will tell you but you cannot talk about this as I will deny it. You know your not allowed to take wood out of the park but there were tons of it just laying there rotting. I live right near there and would wait till nightfall. I can get in there from a few back roads I know and go in and gather up what’s laying around.”

Knowing this guys way of life no one was at all surprised that he did this. In fact we knew that he would hunt there at night also. It was a favorite area to collect meat for his winter house parties!

He put down his fork, looked at us all, and as nonchalantly as he could told us his story. “ I was out for a wood haul in the park. It was early around 7 at night I think. I parked my truck on a back road like I always do and was getting out my ax and basket to carry the wood back to my truck. I first heard it, like a huge rushing air sound with a high-pitched whine to it. I looked around and didn’t see anything at first. It was getting louder. My senses just made me look towards the noise and I saw it coming in out of the night sky down towards the woods. At first it looked like a big fireball. As it got closer it changed direction and dipped lower coming in over the park. It was a huge dark colored UFO craft looking thing coming in on its side. It was partly on fire across the one side of it. It was really moving fast. Within seconds I heard it hit the ground. It sounded like a big splat rather than an explosion. I just stood there a minute kind of shocked and kind of frozen in fear. I thought I heard some kind of movement coming from the park from the direction of where this thing hit. I was really terrified as I didn’t have any hunting gear and no one knew where I was. I threw my gear in the truck and tried to start my truck. The damn thing wouldn’t turn over at first. I was thinking about making a run for it back to the main road and my cabin. I tried one last time to turn over my truck and she kicked in. I backed down that dirt road in record speed and got the hell out of there. I think I was just crazy scared and cant swear to it, but I thought I heard yelling or screaming coming from the crash area. I knew I was going to be in trouble if I was caught in there at night so I took off. When I hit the main road I saw all the red lights coming towards the park. I knew I had to get home and lock my self in and that’s what I did. I drove home and locked up that old cabin of mine. I stayed awake all night with my shotgun, just incase what ever was hollering in that woods found its way to my place.”

We all looked at this man in stunned silence. The host of the party began to question him. Did you ever tell the police what you saw; does anyone from the government know you saw the thing crash? Were you able to get back into the woods to see what was going on?

The answer to all of those questions was no. It seems this old hippie was so afraid of being caught over all his sticky finger habits and out right illegal behaviors that he never reported his sighting to anyone other than my lady friend and now us.

He told us that he watched the next few hours as trucks, jeeps and helicopters flooded the area he lived, which was backed up to this area that includes the South Haven Park. He told us that flat bed trucks that looked to be military would drive in empty and come back down the same back road with a load on it that was covered in green canvas.

He said he tried to walk his old hound down the road close to where all this activity was going on only to be told to go home and stay there until further notice by men in what appeared to be orange hazard suits. He did not know if the phones were knocked out as he did not have one at the time but did say his truck would not start easily for days after the incident.

Finally after about a week passed the people, trucks and helicopters were gone and the park seemed to stand barren and silent.

“I can’t explain it but the park seemed dusted of even dirt after that happened. It was like they came in and took every twig and log and leaf that was lying around in the woods. It was as if the whole place had been swept and a false fake wooded area was left behind.

I was still frightened of the place and since they took all the wood out there was no reason to go back. Funny I haven’t been back there since”

The conversation then turned towards others who lived in the area who remembered losing phone service, electric service and having car problems that week. Everyone recalled seeing the trucks and helicopters around. Thanksgiving weekend was a day or so after this event followed by the holidays. Interest in this event seemed to simply get lost due to the time of year it occurred.

I think about this strange man living out in his cabin unwilling to share his watching this craft crash right in front of him. I wonder how many other people have similar reasons that also prevent them from reporting incredible encounters for rather simple human reasons?

Over the years I have spoken to many people who live or lived in that area near that park who also witnessed that craft fly over the town and bank a turn into the park where it then crashed. Many watched as the clean up took place and the craft removed yet for some reason this amazing event passed by us all rather easily.

I guess we are creatures of our own habits traditions and needs. A UFO crashing over the holiday season when people are caught up in hectic preparation for the holiday Christmas traditions is a perfect time for something like this to be kicked under the carpet.

I will never forget the fact that this mans need for a frugal life style and his fear of being caught doing rather shady things was stronger than the fact he witnessed an incredible event. He simply did not want to get involved. I wonder what he will do if one summer night while stealing peaches from his neighbors peach trees he comes face to face with whomever or whatever was flying one of those crafts. Makes me wonder if he may one day end up being the one taken! No one would know, as he never tells anyone when he slips off to fill his basket with stolen fruit!

I haven’t thought about this event in a very long time. I wonder how many others clearly watched as that craft crashed that November night in 92?

♥ Copyright © 2008, 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 22, 2009

January 20, 2009

Just When I Think I Should Move On I See Huge Black Chemtrails! What In the World is Going ON?

I have written more than a few times about my concern with the Chemtrails/ Contrails that cover our skies. I have watched as the sky over my neck of the woods have been covered in long white lines until the sky above looks like a game of Pick up Sticks thrown on a blue rug!

I have talked to military and commercial pilots who gave me insight to the difference of a contrail (normal ice crystals and exhaust) and Chemtrails. I was told that the normal exhaust follows in a short line and dissipates in a timely fashion. The Trails we see here over the New York area are long, hundreds of miles long. They change into feathered out clouds, or shapes and last all day. Some are illuminated as if they were backlit art projects. You often find a cloud with a backdrop of pink or rainbow light streaming from behind it when the sun is found on the complete opposite side of the sky.

Recently I spoke with an ex military pilot who told me he did feel all these trails are being made by commercial and military aircraft. I asked him why we did not see these trails all of our lives if that was so? He did not really answer me. We always had heavy air traffic where I live yet I know that this issue of long feathering cloud-forming trails has only been an addition to our skies over the past 10 years or so. I now wonder if what we see is the results of additives to the fuel to deliver some type of climate control via the air travel crafts. I could go on and on with other ‘could be’ thoughts of what and why the fuel could be tampered with, but I will leave that up to those with far more knowledge about these things then I have.

I receive emails daily now concerning these lines of cloud forming whatever it is from people all over the world. The people who write to me all share their concern not only over what these things may be but also about the way everyone around them ignore them.

I thought I was done writing about this subject and decided to leave it alone as I have so many other encounters, interviews and articles lined up to write in this New Year of 2009. I was prepared to let it go and move on until a few days ago.

I was out shopping and once again persuaded a family member to go into the store while I waited in the car. I had a new novel a good friend had sent me for Christmas and I thought I could hide out in the car and read while getting out of the food shopping. I think I have mentioned dozens of times my hatred of stores and shopping.

While sitting in the car reading in heavenly peace I happened to glance up at the sky as I adjusted my seat to a better reading position. My jaw nearly hit my knees as I looked at what was going on right over my head. I was so startled I threw down my book and got out of my car. Above my head I found a gray bleak sky covered, and I mean 50 or more criss crossed long jet-black chemtrails. Some were already formed; some were in the process of fanning out and some were being freshly made. They looked as thou someone had taken a black magic marker and was drawing long thin almost solid lines across the entire sky. These black lines would linger for hundreds of miles in a thin solid black line before they started to fan out into gray then white then pink clouds that covered the entire gray sky. As these lines transformed from solid jet-black lines into feathered multi colored clouds they gave off an illumination of pinks, oranges and yellowish light behind them. I did not have my camera but I did manage this time to get dozens of people in the parking lot to stop and view this show in the sky with a bit of concern.

When I returned home I called my friends and relatives who lived in different parts of my area. I asked them to go outside and look up. I needed to know if this was happening on my coast only or the entire Long Island New York City area. I waited for those I called to look at the sky where they lived. The calls started to come in almost immediately from all over my area. Yes they all were seeing the black lines and all realized that something was very wrong with what they were viewing. A New York City schoolteacher told me that the lines were covering the city skies there as well. At last I had the attention of those who previously just shrugged it off when the trails were lovely white and turned fluffy. These new black monstrous looking things were definitely an attention getter!

I went out that night and found to my fascination that whatever was going on over our heads was still happening. Even in the dark gray night you could see the dense long black lines being formed well into the evening. I felt very uncomfortable and really concerned about what this new black stuff could be. I cannot recall ever seeing anything like this coming from the back of any flying craft before.

I realize I have to charge up my camera and take it with me from this moment on. I could not find any pictures on the net that represented what we all witnessed that day in our sky. I hope to see this again and to be able to take pictures.

If during my life when I looked up at our beautiful sky I saw the long changing lines I do today coming from our air craft I would think nothing of this. I just do not understand why all of a sudden these long extreme contrails appear and I am being told they always were there and to forget about it. I also want to know why on similar days with similar temperatures and climate conditions you will have hundreds of these trails in the sky and the very next day none? If it is business as usual why does that happen? Lastly I wish to know how these contrails are able to change form and color and turn into huge clouds that last for hours and hours? I won’t even try to understand how contrails could form the neon colors and illumination behind the clouds that are formed. If all of these are the reaction of simple science why doesn’t someone explain it in full to us so we can stop worrying about it. I especially wish to know what made those ominous jet-black trails that dreary gray day?

For now I hope you all will heed my words and pay close attention to what is happening to your sky over your head. These things are just not something we can toss aside or allow others to try to fluff off as contrails or natural. I fear there is something wrong out there and I think we all need to be aware of it.

Coincidently just as I finished writing this article I received yet another email concerning this subject from one of my readers. I would like to share what she had to say on this issue:

Just read your article and I've noticed these for years, at least since 1997. I tried to do the same thing you did by talking about them to a co-worker, but no response. I too think there is something very odd that more people don't talk about it even when it is talked about on shows like C2C and Rense. I'm a sky gazer myself. Anyway, I go even further by wanting to know what is in the chem. trail, and I believe what is in it is for one barium, aluminum and other chemicals that affect our brains. I don't know what differentiates between those who don't look up or even care and those who do. I do know that it is possible that what is in the trails comes down and we breathe it and I'm thinking that is what is causing alot of people to not remember things they have done and said just a day or minutes before. Has this happened to you? Then there are alot of people on anti-depressants, and I know that they cause people to be in a zone after being on them for a while. Then it dumbs them down so much, that all they care about is coping through the day. Anything beyond that is something they can't deal with. Curious to know what your thoughts are about this.



Another reader sent me an interesting ad that was found in a California newspaper which you can see above in the article. I think we all need to stand back and try to figure this out. Maybe I am concerned over nothing, or maybe I am not worried enough!

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♥ Copyright © 2008, 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 17, 2009

January 15, 2009

Who Are The Aliens Anyway?

I have been wandering around the Internet reading, listening to and joining in chat rooms, sites and groups where the subject is Aliens, what Aliens are like and their ultimate agenda.

I hear, read and find all types of ideas earthlings have about the Alien agenda and the human race from being here to simply observe us to riding in on silver crafts to save our day!

I did a small count of the most popular theories. I also did a count of what chat rooms and groups gathered the most people to them. I found the more logical or less Hollywood bent the theme being discussed the less people. The more Hollywood the ideas the bigger the groups of people were found. This went along with different popular blogs, groups, sites and of course chat rooms. I must admit I was not shocked at all that most people prefer the Disney land –Hollywood version of Alien perception over the more logical scientific ones.

Long ago I learned that the more Hollywood style an idea is presented the more widely accepted it becomes. The information given by people who had very bland encounters or those with memory loss were often over looked. Even when the encounters told were stunning in detail and believable it seemed they went over looked or ignored for the fluffier more colorful reports and I might add were far less believable.

I soon realized that when you question those who reported encounters the ones who stood out in my mind were always the people who were serious and sincere. I rarely picked up new ideas or information from the Hollywood descriptions. I did find some incredible information from the serious calmer more direct reports. Usually as soon as a report is given to me where people had lovely tours in comfortable UFO’s by fuzzy cute creatures promising world peace, I am yawning and have long placed down my pen.

I am concerned however how many people are drawn to the very dangerous wing of those who use this subject of the unknown as a game or place for attention and silliness. I would have no difficulty with any of it if they called themselves fantasy, fiction or even based on some truth ideas or stories concerning the UFO Alien subject. I do find it on the edge of being problematic when this subject matter of unknown science (which may be one day be extremely important during our life times) is dealt with in the same consideration as Sponge Bobs Square Pants, or a new Men in Black movie.

I have talked with many human beings who have had contact with beings that were not human. I am not talking about those who make up their adventure as they go -placing cute little hooded outfits on cuddly little Yoda type creatures that enlightened them with the wisdom of the ages. I am talking about people who were terrified beyond words, sometimes burned or harmed who had experiences truly of the unknown and with beings not of our world.

I thought about those who have encountered non-human creatures and realized a common tread ran through many of the sightings. First and foremost I did not find many who were willing to relive another experience if they could help it. I found many if not most frightened and uncomfortable about the ordeal and reluctant to discuss it. I found most people were left with physical reactions starting at dull headaches to full-blown wounds, cuts and burns on their bodies. Others were marked or implanted with small items while still others found odd items in their possessions they feared planted during their encounters. I did not find any descriptions from the people I believed had real experiences that related to a Hollywood set, or a Disney ride or movie. Not by people who actually had a real unknown encounter. You can visit dozens of outlandish chat rooms, sites and groups to easily find those so called abduction experiences.

Why does the public, need to have this serious subject of other life forms so sugared down and fluffed up before they will look at it? Is it incredible fear of these subjects? Is the idea of other life forms, of actual UFO”S and beings that are not human so terrifying that a huge spoon full of sugar is needed to make the reality go down?

From what I have found both by way of investigations, interviews and my own experiences -Aliens are not cute and cuddly little stuffed animals that are here to bring you happiness love and wealth. Aliens do not seem to care what happens to us. I see no reason to think that it would be another life forms agenda or business to fix what is going on here on our planet. I do think that job is our own. I do know that when they look they see a world out of balance with food shelter wealth and health for some yet death starvation war, disease and genocide for others. It is hard to think they would have a view of this planet being in its own control by way of the condition of the over all planet and the human species. Does that seem harsh to you? Maybe a visit to Africa, the mid east or many of the poor villages in the Far East would change your mind. I can tell you as beautiful as our earth is for many of us it can be a living hell for many others. I know I have seen it.

The number one fact you need to accept before you fantasy all your thought out reasoning and theories on Aliens is this- ALIENS ARE NOT HUMAN.

Don’t just brush past that remark and go about your endless rants of why and what and how you see the Alien Agenda unless you can understand what I am telling you. Aliens are not Humans. They do not think like you. They do not feel like you. They do not understand emotion, or love or want or desire. They do not care if you hurt or starve or live or die. They are not a human, they do not think like a human nor feel or desire any of the things you do. Aliens may not relate to hate or greed or need. Aliens are more advanced technology wise but that does not mean they have the same spiritual makeup or compassion we possess. Perhaps Aliens long ago combined their biological parts with machines and lost part of the soul along the way. Maybe the creatures that visit our planets are only machines and have no interest in anything other than the mission they were sent to do. Aliens may be pure logic or energy. Aliens may be one of a million things however the ONE THING THEY ARE NOT IS HUMAN.

I understand how terrifying it is to deal with something that is not human, is not of earth and that is in full control when you are faced with dealing with them. I am not alone in this knowledge and I can only try to shake you into the understanding that you are sadly mistaken if you believe for even a second these beings possess human traits. If we as humans are ever going to be able to accept and understand other life forms we MUST stop insisting they possess human characteristics and qualities.

Of course I understand that space is non-ending and the life forms out there may be complex and many. I also understand that if they wanted to be part of our existence more than they already are, they would be. We can barely get off this planet- can you really grasp the difference in technology and advancement of these visiting beings compared to the little advances we are finally starting to develop. With that said understand that there is no rule written said that because these beings are more advanced science and technology wise than we are that they are more advanced spiritually or even yet have experienced the soul. We truly have no understanding of what we are dealing with, as it is for us completely the Unknown. I often wonder what it is that seems to interest them about us and always come back with one answer. Our emotions and souls. I think the word love is as unknown to them as is the method of travel they have conquered is to us.

Do any of you consider the idea that if they are much older than we that they also are most likely planetary in nature or even complete solar systems that are working as one species. By this I mean working as we do as one nation they work as one world or solar system. We are still fighting each other on the same planet much less combined as a planet system that looks towards other planet or solar system races to co- exist with. I think we have miles to go before we could even conceive what these beings must be like. Do they have emotion or are they total logic? Do they have family units or do they self reproduce? Do they share our chemical makeup’s or are they made from that which we yet have any concept or idea?

These are the things humans need to consider. The one thing that is a must for earthlings is to STOP GIVING ALIENS HUMAN CHARACTERISTICS. Aliens are not human; please stop thinking up all human reasons why they do things or why they behave as they do or even what they may look like. Has it not occurred to you that just as we need protection from atmospheres or simply extremes by way of protective suits, so may the Aliens. Maybe the grays, blues, whites, and reptiles are all protective skins or suits leaving us with no idea what these creatures truly look like. They may look like bugs with exterior skeletons or fish or be solid light or energy. The combination of ideas is endless just like our universe.

I think it is time we started to act like grown ups with a new frontier filled with great unknowns ahead of us and stop acting like dim wits watching a cartoon show or good fiction movie.

Unknown crafts and beings are out there. We have no idea what they want or when they will allow us to know them. All we do know is that they are in the drivers seat concerning our relationship with us and THEY ARE NOT HUMAN! Don’t you think it is time we started treating them that way?

Next time you find yourself dealing with this subject consider my words and take heed of them. There may well be a day you find yourself facing your own experience of the unknown. Please do so with intelligence and care. You will find it far wiser to arm yourself with the best knowledge you can in life. This subject is no different. My advice to those who may find themselves in the middle of the unknown is to always seek out other humans, lights and safety. Never willingly give yourself over to the unknown and if you find yourself in one, stay calm, and find your way back to safety as soon as you’re able. Foremost always pay attention to your surroundings, and be careful out there.

Be careful out there and pay attention to your surroundings.

Copyright © 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 14, 2009

The Alien Giving Rides to Chatters!

One day I decided to roam the science chat rooms to see what was going on in the Paranormal Internet forums. I came across a room with about 25 people in it. It was called Alien something or other. I entered the room in the midst of a woman giving an address over the microphone for all in the room to hear. I thought it odd as such a move could surely prove extremely dangerous. The Internet is the new Wild West, after all, and potential danger lurks behind each and every door. I didn’t think people would take a chance at doing something like this.

I listened and yes, she was announcing her address and phone number in the open chat room!

I decided to stay a while to see what this was all about. As soon as this first woman released the microphone another was on it and she too was not only giving her address but also spelling it so there would be no mistake. She repeated her telephone number twice and then typed all the information into the chat room for all to see. I wondered what in the world could be going on.

As I watched and listened I heard a small monotone male voice begin to speak. He sounded as if he were standing too far from his microphone. He had a very slight hint of an accent. I could not distinguish what kind of accent he had but the hint of it was there. I adjusted my own headphones to hear him. He sounded distant and bland. He started to talk about “being there within the hour” after he drops offline. The others were asking questions in type: Will you be alone? Will you come in your craft? How long will you stay? Questions like that.

I still could not figure out what was going on. I decided to simply ask. I went to the voice option and asked the room, “So room, what is going on today?” I was told we were in the presence of an honored guest and I should wait my turn. Wait my turn? What were they doing? Maybe this man was sending out free books or a CD. I sat back and listened.

The man returned to the microphone and started to tell this room full of people that he picked out only “special” people. He said he could see us all clearly and knew which of us were special. I thought, oh--he must be giving out free readings or some such thing.

He then started to talk about the place he supposedly “came from.” He told the room it was dry and cool at his homeland. I thought he must not come from around where I live. I continued to listen, still being a bit dense myself. He then said the big difference between his home and ours is that his sky is green rather than blue. That is when I did my first big HUH?

He continued to give a description of this fantasy landscape and talked about hut-like glass houses and sand-powered hover cars. I could not figure out what was going on. I sat and listened with care. The man talking in a very faint low whisper talked about a place far different then the world I knew. We did not have green skies, nor did we time travel in large orbs with our children back in time as a history class.

This man talked about a world that did not use money or have hospitals, as none of his kind was ever ill. He talked of sciences we did not have and places we have not seen.

I listened to him as I watched the reaction of the people in this chat room with total amazement. No matter what this person said they took it as absolute truth. Not one person questioned him or seemed wary of him in any way. I found the entire encounter odd and uncomfortable.

What was extremely disturbing was that this man would stop his recital of another universal home with demands the people in the room supply him with personal information. He wanted addresses, phone numbers and full names. He wanted to know if they lived alone or had close friends or family near?

This person frightened me, however the others seemed hypnotized by his every word.

I listened as a few of the people in this room took turns on the voice option telling the others that they did have this ‘Alien’ visit them in their homes and that he was a gift to them and healed them of illness, saved them from crisis’s and took them on rides in a orb type craft far out into space where they viewed the earth and moon from a distance.

They talked about him as if he were a god. I felt fear and danger as this situation unfolded right in front of me.

The people were lined up for voice time and madly typing their private information into this public chat room. The Alien person continued to talk about his planet of sand and neon colors where there was no aggression, no poverty and from what it sounded like no joy. I could not help but notice the cold mechanical lifeless way this being sounded. He had no life, no light, and no expression in his communication. It was as if he was a machine reading a scripted play about an enchanted land.

I realized that this person, being, thing- had been doing this for some time and that others had already had some type of interaction with him. I also noticed that those giving witness to his visits sounded cold and dry. They seemed to be as emotionless as he was.

The people in the chat room would not allow me to speak on the microphone. I was blocked as this man creature and his followers dominated the voice option.

I was able to type into the room. I started to question this man about his intentions. Why did he want all their private information? Why did he need to know if they were alone? If he were a true Alien why did he need our primitive form of communication at all? Couldn’t he detect where the computers were located without being told?

I asked as many questions as I could. I knew this was a bad situation and tried to get those being over taken by this man to think about how odd and dangerous this was.

The Alien was becoming agitated with my constant questions and told me to stop interrupting the meeting of beings. Meeting of beings? Again I questioned this man, what meeting of which beings?

He told me that he had been visiting this planet for a long time and was only allowed to interact with humans that fully and willingly gave their permission for him to visit with them. He told me he met many people via the chat room system and often would visit four or five a night all over the world all from one visit to this chat room.

I became very concerned that this was some horrid scam where good people may end up robbed or far worse missing. I started to plead with the people not to give this person their information. I begged them to investigate anyone claiming to be able to visit four different places on earth in one night as an incredulous statement and begged them to seek out proof of his claims before giving this stranger their information.

Two people came onto the voice option and told me that both of them were the proof needed. The one person claimed to live in England, the other Las Vegas. They swore this being; this man with the whisper of a voice visited them within one hour of each other just the week before.

I could not convince the people that this was impossible and that all of these people may be in some kind of scheme together. In my heart I also feared that there was some truth to this outrageous story and that this man was something from somewhere else and was visiting these people. I also had a feeling deep in my soul that told me this was a bad event and that he was not a good being.

I could not stop what was going on. I could not snap the people out of the stupor this man seemed to have them in. They continued like robots to line up to give him their information and all begged him to visit them next. It was in my mind a living nightmare.

What happened next is hard to explain. An odd sound started to come over the sound into this chat room. At first I thought it was some kind of music but then it sounded like a code of beeps and static.

Although I was glued to the screen and what was going on in this chat room, I cannot explain how it all ended. I was sitting there one second listening and watching and the next I was sitting looking at an ad for swimwear! I looked and blinked and was completely stunned. Where did the room go, I was even closed out of the chat system!

I tried to quickly return to the chat area and find the room but found my computer locked and my efforts fruitless to do anything other then shut down my computer.

I did manage to get back on line and did go back to search for that room but it was gone. I looked around the other rooms in that section of rooms to see if I could locate the people who were in that room but had no luck at all.

I went back the next day and searched for that room and those people but found nothing. I contacted the chat service and told them I thought it was a dangerous room, but was basically ignored. I looked for weeks to see if he came back, but never did see him or his room again.

I have thought about that experience often since it occurred in 2004. I do not know what that man was doing. I do know he was dangerous, or if he was some type of creature, he was not a good one!

I do know it happened and that the people involved willingly placed them and those around them in danger. This story had no good ending. This man was either a criminal setting up people for some evil wrong doing or some strange being using people for some strange purpose. I do know he sent chills down my spine and set my danger radar spinning.

I hope all of you stay alert and know that the Internet can be a wonderful place of learning and sharing. It can also be a dangerous land for those with evil intentions and maybe even Alien or other creature needs and uses.

Never ever set yourself up for the unknown with the unknown. You could end up missing, robbed or god knows waking up on a planet with green skies and emotionless beings.

I do not know what happened that day to those people or who or what that being was controlling them in that chat room. I do know the entire event made my skin crawl. Be careful out there!

Copyright © 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 13, 2009

Update on the Deserted Kings Park Mental Hospital Location

Sometimes when you least expect it a piece of information falls into your hands and you simply have to think Hmmm. That is what happened to me with my investigation of the Kings Park Mental Hospital grounds.

I wrote about this Hospital and its grounds as they have been said to be a dark and sinister mass of land that once housed thousands of lost broken souls. It has a reputation of being haunted and many have claimed to find that a ghostly figure turned up on the photo’s taken at these deserted buildings and grounds.

Along with a team of people, including a psychic, a skeptic and another paranormal investigator, I did a tour the Kings Park Hospital grounds and did find it a bleak and uncomfortable place. It consisted of beautiful grounds that are graced with wonderful waterfront views. However the dilapidated huge hospital building, with their barred windows, make no mistake that this was once a place of gloom and doom for thousands.

It is rumored that many people were either murdered by other inmates or wandered off and became lost in the large wooded areas that surround the hospital grounds never to be found again. It is also said many drowned in the nearby Long Island sound who simply were listed as missing and never heard from again.

This place is one that you cannot wait to get away from the moment you enter its winding roads and deserted buildings of pain and horror. I think it should be knocked to the ground and the grounds completely turned into anything at all other then the sad deserted wasteland that stands today.

There is a long winding road back entrance to the Kings Park Hospital grounds that most people are not aware of. Unless you’re a local resident of the area, this back route is really not known as an entry to the hospital grounds. This back road is through an established area of lovely old homes adjacent to the coastline on the north shore of Long Island. It is a winding small old country road that typically is only used by the people who live on the road. People in the area know that if they use this road and cut through the hospital grounds you can reach the next town over quickly and miss all the main road traffic. Still isn’t used much. Not many are willing to drive through that dreary part of town.

About a year ago I was asked to drive an older lady friend of the families over to that next town over. She wanted to visit her daughter who was ill and no longer drove. I offered to drop her off and pick her up a few days later.

I was behind schedule the morning I was to drop this woman off at her daughters and decided to make up some time by taking this less traveled route that would take us through the hospital grounds. We were driving down the long winding road that would take us to the back entry of the hospital grounds when we approached a large old mansion on the waterfront side of the road. The large home had recently been bought and was in the process of being completely restored to its original beauty.

I slowed down as I was the only car on the road and wanted to view the progress being made on this beautiful old house and its estate full of barns and outer buildings. The work was apparently near completion and done well. The place looked like a photo from a magazine of an old southern plantation. The restoration project was magnificent. As we drove by my elderly friend became very agitated. She turned pale and became nervous. “ I hate this place, every time I drive past this house I can feel the evil drip from it!’ I was stunned at her remark but even more shocked at how upset and frightened she seemed to be. She asked me to please move on, as she felt a bit ill. I did not waste anytime and placed my foot on the gas to get her away from the place.

I didn’t think much about that day until the exact same thing happened again. This time I was with my mother. We were out taking a drive one day when I decided to show her the restoration of this old estate.

We were driving along the road in front of the large mansion when my mother turned to me and said, “This is a horrible place. Don’t you feel the darkness here?” I was a bit surprised to hear my mother say this as she loved older homes and often joined in on historical tours in our area. My mother looked at the house and said, “Something horrible happened in that house”. Once again I hit the gas and left the mansion and the estate it was built on in my rear view mirror.

I didn’t think much about that house since that day. I did not enter the hospital grounds via that route when I did the investigation for my site. I had no reason to connect any of it -until now that is!

I was asked to show the back way into the hospital grounds to a psychic who was planning her own research on the deserted hospital. She happens to know my brother and long story short, I could not say no. She wanted to find a route that was off the beaten path in case she wanted to pull off the road or walk along any areas that beckoned to her while she did her research on the hospital grounds. I agreed and picked her up at mutual destination to show her the back roads into the hospital grounds. She asked if I would drive while she took notes so she would be able to find her way in and out once alone. I agreed and off we went.

Once again we were coming up on the area of the restored estate that spooked both my old friend and my mother. I said nothing and had no intentions of making the mistake of slowing down again. Every time I stopped to look I ended up speeding away!

I was driving along minding my own business calling out street signs for my guest to make note of for her written directions when we started our approach of the old restoration estate site. As soon as the property was in sight the psychic yelled out “ Stop the car!” I threw on the brakes in a panic. Did I hit an animal, ride over glass? Why was she yelling?

I stopped the car. The moment my vehicle came to a halt this woman was out of the car walking towards the entrance to this large estates driveway. Not knowing what to do I sat and watched from my car. I rolled down the window and called after her. She just stood there looking down the long driveway that wrapped around the front of the grand old mansion.

After a few minutes the psychic returned to my car. She immediately began to question me concerning who owned the house, and was it known to be haunted? I did not know the answers to either question. We both sat there looking at this huge old house and its surrounding buildings. There was a barn, what looked like a garage or two and some smaller very old shed type buildings behind the barn that were only partly in view. My passenger just sat there, hands folded in her lap, starring for what seemed like a very long time.

Finally she spoke. “This house is extremely busy spiritually. This place has so many souls wandering about it looks like a busy town-only two hundred years ago. This was not a happy place.” Not knowing how to respond I just replied my stupor like “It wasn’t?” “ No it wasn’t” she continued. She then started to madly write down all she could find about the place. She found a name written on the tree and date, she wrote down its address and cross streets. She would stop and look out at the house every few seconds and smile, as if someone was standing there. She was frightening the day lights out of me and so were the old house and all its buildings.

I finished our tour of how to get to the hospital grounds and took the long way back to our original meeting place. There wasn’t any way I was going to drive past that house again!

The psychic talked non-stop about how she was going to research the old house and would be sure to get in touch with me when she knew something. Frankly I did not know what to make of it all.

A few days ago this lady called me up. She told me she finished her research and thinks she found the answer not only to the past of that old house but the bleakness of the Kings Park Hospital grounds. I sat and listened as she told me she had discovered.

It seems that in the early 1700’s that house was a huge plantation of over 2000 acres here on the coast of Long Island. The unusual thing for me to find out was that it was a slave plantation. I was not aware that there were large slave run plantations on Long Island.

The people who now owned the land restored what was left of the estate back to its original condition. The old buildings behind the barn were a few of the actual original slave quarters. The history of the place was bleak and unhappy. How else would a place that used slaves be? The area was known to be a harsh place where torture of both those working the plantation as well as the owner took place. I found this knowledge disturbing and knew at once that was what all the women were picking up as we drove past this house.

During the late 1920’s, just as the depression was hitting the country, the land was taken away by the state unwillingly from the family who owned it to build the now deserted mental hospital. The bleak darkness of the land went from bad to worse going from slave trade and unhappiness to insanity and lost hope. The entire area seems to have absorbed the pain of so many which is why today it leaves such a dark impression on those who are sensitive to such things.

I did not know what to say. I had no idea about any of this history. I do know I now believe that powerful dark energy can be absorbed by its surroundings and released over time to those able to sense it.

I have decided to leave this area to those more equipped to deal with such over powering years of grief and broken dreams. Maybe somehow someday the past history of that beautiful land can somehow be made whole again.

Until then my heart aches for all those who walked so sadly before me under those beautiful trees and along that golden coastline of slavery and lost lives. I often think about what it may have been like to be born during a different time in history.

Even being born 50 years before would have brought me to a very different life experience. The only thing I can think to say about this entire encounter is that but for the Grace of God go I.

Copyright © 2009 Chris Holly, Endless Journey and the Knight Zone @

January 9, 2009

Interview with a Vampire!

With all the new shows out concerning Vampires I thought it might be interesting to find someone who claimed to actually be a Vampire!

I knew there were sites and even chat rooms on the Internet with those who live the life style of the Vampire. I decided to try to find a real life Vampire to interview and write about.

This adventure of Vampire hunting proved to be a long and difficult road. I could not find a site I could easily negotiate much less join in, being a non-Vampire myself, so I searched the chat arena where I remembered seeing Vampire chat rooms.

I was finding this entire idea of interviewing a Vampire quickly losing its appeal. I tried at first with curious gusto to visit the different Vampire based chat rooms. Some met me with cold indifference- others out and out hostility. A few even threw me out of the room before I opened my mouth or typed one word. I began to lose hope this idea of a Vampire interview would take place and gave up trying to join in on their closed chat societies.

One night before I shut down my computer I noticed one of these Vampire chat rooms open. I decided to go in and give it one more attempt. I just sat in the room and listened this time. I made no attempt at all to join in. On the voice option a woman was talking who sounded normal and rational. I listened to her for a while and thought she was by far the nicest most interesting speaker I had heard to date in any of these Vampires based Chat rooms. I kept her ID with hopes of making contact with her outside of the chat room confines.

About a week or so later I decided to take a chance on contacting the woman I heard that night and sent her a Immediate message telling her that I was a paranormal writer and wanted to interview her. She replied with a polite note that she would do the interview and we set up a meeting for me to talk to her in a private chat room.

Vampypup and I began our interview alone just the two of us. I started by asking her simple questions and found her sharing what I was asking to someone in the background before answering. I realized that the information I was seeking was coming from this other voice and my interview was being done by way of what this other person was saying.

I simply asked the Vampypup if it would be all right for me to talk directly to whoever that was in the background supplying the answers to my questions?

A man came to the microphone and introduced himself as Redforce. I found this man to be a well-mannered intelligent person who then took over the interview. Redforce was very polite as he explained the world of the modern day Vampire to me.

Redforce is a man in his mid 40’s. Looking at his photo he appears to be an average man of his age with the exception of his fangs! They are not obvious and I am sure he needs to open his mouth in a certain way to display his teeth in a manner to view them- but yes, he does have teeth that have been shaped into fangs. Besides that I found nothing unusual about him, of course one does need to get past the sharpened fangs.

As I sat and interviewed this man I found him to be polite, articulate and well versed on this subject of Vampirism. I sat and listened in fascination while he taught me the basics of those who consider and live the life of a modern day Vampire.

The first thing he explained to me was that there are three categories that Vampires fall into.

First you have your Sanguine Vampires who are those who need to drink blood in order to feel they can live normal healthy lives. They feel that the blood gives them a certain energy that they do not get otherwise. I have read on the Internet that this type of Vampire will drink blood from other humans, or some may use animal blood, while others have been known to drink their own blood. Soul feeder does not feed often and when he does he only has a small amount from one donor. He practices his needs in this fashion out of fear of disease. I am not sure if all follow his protocol of dining on blood but this man was fully aware of the dangers involved in this life style. The reason for this behavior according to this Vampire is the over whelming need for fresh human blood to give him the life energy he requires to function properly. I had to wonder if this type of vampire has serious deficiencies in his own blood or body chemistry, which causes this urge for the need to drink blood.

The second type of Vampire found in society is the Succubus Vampire. This Vampire is a sexual draining vampire who receives its needs from draining others via sexual activity. I think society refers to this practice more commonly as people with sex addictions. In the world of Vampires they are known as the Succubus Vampires using sex as a way to pull energy from others. The more sexual activity they engage in the more alive and connected they feel. It is how they feel they replace their energy needs.

Lastly and most likely the most common type of Vampire is known as the Psychic Vampire. I think we all have come across this type of vampire and simply never thought of them with this title.

The psychic vampire drains people of their energy and feeds on their emotions to fill themselves with certain needs missing in their own makeup. I think we all have come across a person be it in ones family or at work even among groups of friends that simply leave you exhausted and drained when you are around them. Most of us can peg people like this and do all we can to avoid them. Many do not realize they are practicing these energy-draining events and just walk around the world sucking the life out of the people around them as the only way they know how to interact, cope and survive. They are however exhausting and do suck the very life out of those who interact with them.

The truly dangerous vampires in my view are those who intentionally and with skill go about finding victims to drain in order to fill their own lifeless souls with the energy of those they stalk for their energy infusions. Chances are if you run into a person who is a bully and seems to flourish on attacking or ripping apart others you are in the company of a lost broken soul trying to feel whole by making others weak and miserable. People like this try to fill the empty hole in them by way of destroying those around them. Those who behave in this fashion are often in some shape or form part of the Psychic Vampire family. It is wise to distance yourself from them as soon as you realize you are in their company, as they seem to feed endlessly without satisfaction. I think the bottom line here is the word endlessly. If doing what they do worked they would somehow not need to be constantly on the hunt to feed.

I found out while talking to my knowledge filled Vampire that with the invention of the Internet, web cams and the voice options the Psychic Vampires are now able feed on unsuspecting people populating the Internet chats. Those who do use the chat systems have all known people who roam from room to room-causing problems wherever they go. Some enter a chat room, bust into ongoing conversations, change the topic, start a nasty fight, argue with good people and then move on to the next room leaving those in the rooms exhausted, unhappy and drained. Some know them as room disrupters others as Internet Psychic Vampires or IPV’s. These predators will enter a chat room full of happy chatters and within minute’s leave it drained and in upheaval. I have witnessed this many times on the Internet and now realize what I was watching. I think we all need to be very aware of such people as they can cause you harm and certainly are not wishing you well.

Redforce informed me of these things, as he does not feel that Psychic Vampires are ethical preying on people without their consent. He explained to me that there are people who have relationships with a Psychic Vampire where draining and being drained seems to be beneficial to both. Those who just target who ever they please and suck the very life from them leaving them weak and emotionally spent without regard or care are not good to be near. Not in real life or on the Internet

Redforce told me that meditation; or concentration should be done before entering public areas to defend against such Vampires. It is known a shielding and used as a way to protect you from things like IPV’s. Visualizing your self in a protective globe or suit to protect against these IPV’s is a must. I wear crystals and quartz and always pray to my guardian angels before advancing into the unknown. I feel the Internet is always a place of unknown danger and protect myself constantly. If an IPV enters a chat area I am visiting I place them on mute or ignore them from my screen. In real life I pray and rebuff those who wish to drain me of my energy by simply refusing to give them my time or attention. I just leave the room or area. It is as easy as just walking away. I think if we all did these things not only would our lives be stronger and fuller, the entire world would benefit.

I questioned my interesting subject about what happens to the different types of Vampires if they are not able to drink blood when they need to, or engage in sexual activity, or drain the energy from someone else. He told me that most can control their vampire life style but it has been known now and then for a vampire to do what is called ‘Vamping Out’, which is a nice way to say ‘has a hissy fit ‘when in need for their vampire fix! He said they might do outlandish things until they can refuel the needs of their Vampire lifestyle. I thought that would be a good time to keep distance between the Vampires and me!

Redforce explained to me that like all of life you have those who follow this lifestyle with care and keep it between willing partners and those who are not as kind right along to those who can be dangerous. Like life you need to be careful of those around you. The world of Vampires is no different. He did tell me however most who practice these things tend to stay to themselves and do not try to cause harm to those not in their circles. Of course you have exceptions and that is why we all need to be aware of those around us.

Redforce also told me that groups of people exist who are on missions to kill Vampires. They try to locate those who live these lifestyles so they can drive a stake through their hearts. I thought he was kidding when he told me this, but sadly he was completely serious. I found the idea of people hunting people to drive a stake into their hearts rather terrifying. I hope anyone considering such actions understand that is cold-blooded murder and think deeply before giving that idea any real attention.

I know I was lucky to come upon this young man. I am fully aware that there are many involved in this subject matter that have taken it over the line and into unhealthy and dangerous limits. I also now know there are people like this man and his lady friend Vampypup that are just into something different from the norm but harmless to those not interested in what they practice.

I found this man to be friendly bright and willing to explain an area of our society that I did not understand. I cannot say I grasp the full reasons for any of it. I do know that I do feel better able to cope with this subject now knowing a bit more about it. I also realize that the Psychic Vampires that prowl through the chat rooms and our lives now have a name and that we can reject them from attaching to our energy. Next time one tries to bully into your path and destroy your day, leaving you with a headache -just turn away, give them no attention or time and keep your life force your own.

As I collected information for this article I discovered that the man I had interviewed was being given a bit of a difficult time by his fellow vampire mates making him uncomfortable with my wanting to use his willingness to enlighten me on this subject. I agreed not to use his information solely and did research this by means of the Internet and a few others I found who took part in the world of vampirism.

I found that this subject seemed to make those involved in it more uncomfortable than other paranormal areas and had to wonder if it truly was a life style they were comfortable living. I also recalled a truly bizarre experience from my past.

Many years ago when I was attending college a friend of mine told me of an extreme experience he had while attending his Ivy League University. He told me that a family line of so-called European royalty had a few family members attending his University the same time he was in school. He told me that there were many rumors circulating at the time that this family of royal bloods were the real and only true line of immortal Vampires. He told me that they were very strange people both in appearance and behavior. I did not think much of it then and in fact had forgotten most of what he told me but for one thing that always stuck with me. He told me that one thing and one thing alone drove the royal bloodline Vampires wild. It was mortal people who portrayed themselves as Vampires. This one thing would move this family into instant rage where they would stalk and hunt down imposters. He told me they searched for these people and had little mercy once finding them.

I always found this to be a extreme myth yet a terrifying one and often wondered if those who are merely mortal humans living a modern day style of Vampirism ever fear they may be walking a thin and dangerous line?

As I say, I know little about this subject and find myself in a difficult place trying to understand it all. I guess it will have to remain on my list of things I do not understand and not easily researched. However, if there were even a slight chance I was making immortal beings wildly angry, I imagine I would stay in the closet too!

I hope this offers a bit more information about the modern day Vampire and also makes you aware of those energy draining people who now have a title of IPV’s. Remember where ever you may be, what ever you may be doing, pay attention as you never know when you will find yourself on your own paranormal journey!

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