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Friday, October 18, 2013

Newspaper Carries Story On Mass UFO Sighting At Howard Colorado (Diagram/Newspaper Image)


(From Brian Vike’s UFO Files) Posted by Brian.

Date: December 23, 1995
Time: 9:30 p.m.

Hi Brian, Here is a news print from the Salida CO Mountain Mail. This was a mass sighting December 23, 1995 at 9:30 p.m. near Howard CO, 10 miles east of Salida.

I have seen the original several times of this picture. I would say it is one of the most spectacular cylinder of light I have seen. Duration was 20 minutes. The glow in the picture is the fact that the pillar of light illuminated the surrounding country side for at least a mile in all directions almost like daylight.

It appears to be coming out of saddle between 2 knobs of hills 5 miles north of Howard CO. Myself and the local news director for the radio station spent a day walking around in this remote area. We walked a mile from the nearest 4 wheel drive road to access the area.


Witnesses reported it dissipating from the top down and appearing to shoot up into infinity. Freaked out some too as it was 2 days before Christmas. With the incredible UFO activity in this area my belief is that it was some type of star gate or worm hole.

The energy had to be mind boggling to illuminate like it did. It shook up some as they thought it might be the arrival of Jesus as it was 2 days before Christmas.

I didn't personally witness this particular sighting, but know many who did. It took me a year to locate the original picture taker and talked him into bring it to the local paper in conjunction with the Travel Channel coming down to do a story on Salida and CO and my previous UFO videos and pictures.

This is one of many of the major events in the local area that were ignored and overlooked by about everybody back then. Feel free to post this report and picture on your site and rense.com. I have an incredible amount of documentation, stills and video from the Salida CO area 1995-2002 if you are interested.

I am also in the process of transferring my 1995 daylight cigar footage onto DVD. My 6 year old daughter was the original witness at our home. She was also with me in 2002 when we believe we filmed the same craft in South Park CO.


Fox news in Denver did a story on it with an excellent correlation of cigar stills and footage from around the world I received from others. I am also sending you an artist rendition from the perspective we had through binoculars of my 9/27/95 video. In that one we had 5 people at my house that were able to study the craft for over an hour as it danced and hovered near and out from the corona of the sun. It was reported from numerous locations around the state that weekend.

We believed it to be about a mile in length. Lab estimates range from 700 feet to 1/2 mile. Let me know if you want more material. Take Care.

Thank you to the witness for the amazing report, diagram and for sending the newspaper clipping along. Good stuff this.


Brian Vike (Retired)
Box 1091
Houston, British Columbia, Canada.

Email: sighting@telus.net

The Vike Factor (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

Friday, May 6, 2011

The John Tosti UFO/Abduction Story (John Passed Away)

John Christopher Tosti: Born 1-21-70 - Died 3-24-2011 (UFO/Alien Abduction)

Left Image: John Tosti

I bring sad news this evening, Mr. John Christopher Tosti passed away on March 24, 2011 leaving behind loved ones, friends and folks who cared about John. I myself met John only through emails and our telephone calls we made to one another.

I found John to be an intelligent man who loved his family dearly. John contacted me in hopes of finding some answers, or to tell someone about his ongoing experiences with unidentified flying craft, and his alien abduction, which troubled him for years after the experience.

My regret was not meeting John in person as he and I would have had lots in common, and we would have hit it off straight away.

John leaves behind a wealth of information in a report I wrote up on what had been happening to him and what he and his family were observing. I did have everything posted at an old website I owned and operated, but I did sell the website and now much of the photos and video is not posted. I do have everything here, but it was packed away with all UFO material a couple years ago.

Below I have re-posted John’s story.

If anyone would like to send their Condolences to John’s family, please feel free to email your words to me, Brian Vike at: sighting@telus.net and I will forward your message to the family.

Special Report By Brian Vike

As UFOlogists we hear many stories of unusual encounters and sightings of exotic crafts flying through our day and night skies. Every once in a while we come across a case that truly defies explanation. This is one of those cases I am writing about now. I was contacted recently and was sent a couple of photos of something unusual. At least for now it remains unexplained. At first the conversation started over the object itself but what I didn't realize was, that there was a lot more to come.

This story comes from a man by the name of John Tosti who resides in the southern part of Bloomington, Indiana on acreage in a rural setting and who has lived in the area for many years. Back in his younger days he was an avid hunter and enjoyed being in the outdoors. John would leave his home roughly around 4:00 to 5:00 a.m., before the sun had risen so he could get to the back of his property in hopes of spotting game. One day as he made ready to head out, John walked onto his front porch and quickly noticed three bright spherical shaped lights which appeared to be floating above the top of the trees.

One of the lights travelled to the west. This first light wasn't moving erratically and was flying along rather slowly. The color of the light was blue. The light at arms length was approximately the size of a quarter and the other two lights the size of a dime. These two were green and red and were moving erratically around the blue light in a figure eight pattern. They were slightly smaller than the blue lights. The objects were low enough in altitude that they cast their light onto the trees.

An estimate of the distance away from the witness would have placed the lights at around 100 yards away from him. John said he watched them move along slowly for approximately three to four minutes before they disappeared. He stood watching and was totally baffled at the strange sight. John explained he had never observed anything like this before. He said that he has seen all types of different aircraft and helicopters and knows what they sound and look like. These lights made no sound whatsoever.

He eventually made his way back home. He woke up his fiancée to tell her what he had just witnessed. Still half asleep John's fiancée listened with a puzzled look on her face as she didn't understand what he'd seen. He went into more detail about the sighting and took her outside in the cool early morning. He pointed in the direction where he saw the lights. They both stood outside discussing it for a few minutes and eventually she went back inside and back to bed. John sat down on the couch to reflect on what he just had witnessed.

Later that day John talked with a couple of co-workers at the construction site about different things. He made arrangements with his close friend Jim to go out hunting the next day.

John woke up early the next morning ready for the days hunt. His friend Jim pulled up at approximately 4:00 - 4:30 a.m. Both men sat outside pulling on their gear and getting things prepared for the hike to the back of the property. Once again John looked skywards and was surprised to see the same lights were back in the same area performing the same maneuvers. Jim sat there observing, not saying much at all, then finally he turned to John and asked, "what the heck is that ?"

John told his friend that he had no idea what these objects were. He explained he had witnessed the very same thing a day earlier. They both sat watching and looking at each other from time to time and finally shrugged their shoulders and carried on with what they had planned for the morning. Both turned on their flashlights and headed off towards the back end of the property.

Both men were approximately mid-way through the property when they came to a small creek which runs along the side of a hill. John was the first to notice an orange/red glowing ball in the distance in a forested area in the gully. Knowing there was nothing back there to cause this light source he thought it might have been the setting moon, as this was the first thought that came to his mind. The men continued walking, went up the hill and towards the bright colored ball of light which now they saw was sitting in the gully. From their position on the hill all of a sudden they saw the ball of light blink out. Now the two hunters stood baffled, amazed, and nervous at what they both had just seen.

As they looked toward the area where they saw the ball of light there appeared two single lights. John's first thoughts were that a couple of hunters were wearing a strap-on light band around their heads, or miners with the light on their hard hats. But two figures were down in the gully where the orange light was. They were coming in the direction of John and Jim.

Thinking they may be hunters and not wanting to be mistaken for a wild animal and being shot at, John told his friend Jim to get behind one of the larger trees which was close to them. Both men laid down on the ground staying silent and keeping out of sight from the figures that were approaching their location. John would peek around the tree to see if the figures were still heading in their direction as they were able to hear the dry leaves crackling and small branches snapping which indicated the two unknowns were getting closer by the second.

John guessed the figures may have been 30 yards away at this point. He turned and whispered to Jim telling him again to be very quiet as these unknowns were getting very close and were heading straight for the two men. Just as John finished speaking to his friend he peered around the tree once more and the two figures were standing right over top of them.

The approximately six foot tall figures came around the tree and shone their lights down on the two men. John thought, "who are these men, what are they doing on private property and what do they want?" He was frightened! John was blinded for a moment from the light. The next thing he knew, it was daytime. John said when he became aware of his surroundings he was approximately fifty feet away from where they were hiding. Both of their guns were gone. They were nowhere to be seen. Jim was approximately 50 yards away from John, across the creek in a brier patch, waving to him.

John had a sharp pain in his nasal passage and a bloody nose with blood trickling from his left nostril. He told me it felt as if it was a dream because the two men had just been walking through the area in the darkness only to witness a bright glowing object and the two figures, then all of a sudden it is daylight. He was really confused about what had taken place.

The fellows dazed, and confused, started looking around for their guns. John noticed an unusual pile of leaves and went to investigate. Under the leaves were the men's guns. He said they had been covered over by something, or someone. The fellows gathered up their gear and headed back home. When they got to the barn on John's property they removed the items they had taken out with them. Jim spoke up and said,"I don't know what happened to you and I, but I don't want to discuss this ever again." John told Jim, "don't worry about me talking about it as I would not even know what to tell someone." John said "I don't know what took place!"

John told me that he definitely had a missing time event; how much time the two men lost, no one could determine due to them still feeling confused and not looking at their watches. Like John said, he never had given much thought about UFOs, Aliens, Abductions or anything of that nature.

Below photo: On the back of John's neck there is a large red scar. He believed something was inserted into the back of his neck after his five hours of missing time. Both John and his wife couldn't figure out why the baby monitor would go crazy when it was passed over the scar on his neck. Also the batteries would go dead. Still, they can't find an answer to this.

Back home, John tried to explain to his fiancée what he and his friend Jim had experienced. Of course, John found it hard to tell his story as he was still at a loss as to what had happened to himself and his friend. After John told her what he was able to remember, she was just as confused.

Later that evening John went to bed and after falling asleep he began to have a series of nightmares about himself and Jim being back in the area where the encounter had taken place, plus what they went through. As the nights passed, John continued to have the same nightmare about their experience.

Because these nightmares kept playing out night after night John decided to seek out some help. As he told me, he did not know who to turn to. He did not want to speak to his family members about what happened as he thought they certainly would not believe him and most likely wouldn't understand what he was talking about. He waited, or put the whole issue off, for six years. Eventually as the years passed, it was time to seek out professional help from a qualified medical person.

"He needed some answers!"

John continued talking to his fiancée about what took place. Over the course of a year or more after the initial sighting, and encounter, more sightings took place.

At this point in the conversation with John, he was asked how his relationship with Jim was to date. John told me that the two of them had pretty much drifted apart. He also went on to say there were other friends who had been with him on other occasions and they also had witnessed some of the lights/objects John was seeing.

These friends also started staying away from him. John's fiancée couldn't take it anymore and left due to the high strangeness which was continuing to play out around their home. The couple had a baby boy and John's fiancée felt is wasn't a good idea to bring the young child up in this type of environment. John told me it was devastating for him to lose the people who were the closest to him.

The sad fact in this part of the story is that John's fiancée did not want to have any contact with him after she left. John was not to have any contact with "his" child. Legal proceedings were started by his fiancée to keep John away from his child, which I find extremely sad. She thought that John was going crazy.

John gave examples of the things he was observing around him. As he told me, he was seeing these lights/objects around his property on a continuing basis. He witnessed these unknowns pretty much over the same area on the acreage and he began to chase after the objects down the country roads. John felt as if these objects were leading him to certain spots on the property, maybe setting him up for something yet to come.

Even throughout it all he still thought how beautiful the balls of lights were and how they moved so gracefully through the sky. He was chasing after them because he was hoping to find an answer to all of this phenomena. Sometimes there was just one light, sometimes there were two. John said as he chased these lights he would be brought to an old farm where the unknowns would sit stationary and eventually just disappear. It seems that John would be constantly chasing these lights night after night to only see them vanish before his eyes. (Note: the old farm mentioned above is actually owned by the goverment).

Of course at this point in John's life he was living on his own. He met a wonderful lady some months down the road after his break up with his fiancée. Early in their relationship John figured he would share some of the things he had witnessed with his new lady. John cared for his new found love. He wanted her to see these things so she didn't think he was making up these stories. It worked out well as she told John that she also had seen something in the past but wasn't sure what it was. So she had an interest in all of this.

The couple took a drive out on one of the country roads so John would be able to let her see for herself the sights he'd been observing for months. The two of them made their way down to the old farm and sat there. John started to point out what appeared to look like shooting stars, except these lights/objects would come all the way down through the sky and stop over top of the tree line and move diagonally either to the right or the left.

The lady sat there with her mouth wide open as she watched. She didn't know what to say as she was in shock to actually see this unfolding in front of her. John at this point is feeling much better about the whole situation because he had been talking a little about this, and now the new love in his life didn't consider him to be crazy !!

They both watched the lights dance around the sky for approximately an hour. Suddenly the interior lights of their car started to flicker off and on. She mentioned to John that this had never happened to her car before. Finally they decided to head back home and talk about the event they had both witnessed.

Discussing the nights events, she decided it would be good if they got a video camera so this could all be documented. She told John that no one would believe us, we need proof in the form of footage or still pictures. He certainly agreed that it was a good idea to get a camera, if for nothing else than to capture these objects and then show the footage to their other family members. It was very important for them to believe John.

Susan bought a video camera on December 23, and that night John ended up chasing a ball of light down the same country road to the farm where the lights have been so visible on a constant basis. He started filming two balls of light which were low over the trees. After approximately fifteen minutes of filming them, he thought he had enough footage to take back home to share with his family.

He arrived at his house. Shut the vehicle off and walked inside. Susan appeared to be upset about something. She turned to him and asked "where have you been for about five hours". John was shocked to hear this as he knew he had only been filming for a short period of time. The couple ended up in an argument over the length of time he'd been gone as Susan was only concerned for her husband's well-being. She finally told him to look at the clock. The time was 4:30 a.m.! John had left at 11:00 p.m. and thought he was only gone for approximately fifteen minutes. After he looked at the clock he realized why his wife was so upset with him. "I just don't understand where the time has gone" he said.

Eventually things calmed down and he asked his wife to look at the video tape of what he had captured. Both of them settled in to watch the video footage so he could prove to Susan that he was only gone for the 15 minutes and not out doing something else.

While viewing the tape he excused himself as he had to use the washroom. As he was about to enter the bathroom his wife, Susan, yelled out, "what is that?" John turned around to find out what she was referring to. What she observed on the film was a red "thing" which appeared on the upper portion of the TV screen. He walked back and sat down beside her and they rolled the tape back a little so they could replay it and watch for the red "thing" that she had noticed.

John describes this thing as being wand or rod-like in shape. It went through his hand which was in view of the camera. Inside the red rod there appeared to be a white tube which extended down through and out the end of the red rod. Once the white tube reached the end of the red rod the entire apparatus moved rapidly back through John's hand. At that very moment John recalled some type of cloth rubbing together and his arm started to go numb. He immediately got up from the couch and started pacing the floor coming to the realization that something had happened to him when he was out taking footage of the lights at the old farm house earlier that evening.

John was finding it very hard to have a good night's sleep because of what had been going on. The couple just had a baby girl and John was certainly worried about the unknown lights around the home and wondering for the safety of his new born child and his wife. Plus the lights were starting to show up in the daylight hours which was really getting them all stressed out.

One example he gave was when his mother-in-law was in one of the rooms above the main floor of the home and saw a ball of fire drop out of the sky and shoot lightening bolts at the home. Another was of a shimmering blue/white light which constantly showed up in the families backyard. John, not knowing what might happen, would stay up all night until the sun rose the next morning. He finally went to see his family physician to ask for something that might help him get a good night's sleep.

The mother-in-law who saw the ball of fire shoot the lightening bolts towards the home was a skeptic. She did not believe in UFOs, or beings from elsewhere. Matter of fact, she had been holding a cup of coffee when the bolts hit the side of the house and becoming very frightened, she spilt the hot coffee all over her chest. The lady was so scared that she dropped to the ground and crawled underneath a table and stayed there until her daughter and son-in-law came home. She had no idea what happened and no rational explanation for it.

John and his wife were at another house on the property and had witnessed an extremely bright flash and first thought electrical lines might have fallen onto the residence as they could hear the sound of an electrical rush of current or discharge. As they entered the house the flash of light and the sound kept repeating itself over and over as the couple walked through each room looking for John's mother-in-law. Finally they found her hiding underneath the table.

Later she told her them that the flash and sound seemed to be moving around the outside of the home following John and Susan in and out of each room. The couple could clearly see the flashing and hear the sound of high voltage going through the roof as they made their way through the different rooms.

As mentioned above John sought help so he might get a good nights sleep. With all the visitations happening on a daily basis, he wasn't sure if his family was going to be next, or taken, or harmed in some way. It became so bad that he had his family sleep/hide in the closet at night and he guarded the door. John was worn out.

He had lost an excellent job working in construction, etc. He needed professional help at this time. He talked to a lady (she was a director of Mental Health at one of the local hospitals) in hopes he might get a little medication to help him sleep through the night, thinking this may work or at least help him to some degree.

The lady suggested that John and her go talk to a doctor to see what could be done for him, in the way of some medication. The lady asked what was going on, and John thought that just maybe if he told her she might have a better understanding and know what exactly should be done for him. She walked with John over to the hospital, (there are two buildings on the property). At one of the buildings they evaluate potential patients and at the other building patient care is handled).

Medical record (left) gives evidence that John was indeed placed into a hospital for possible treatment. Due to having the footage of what John's family had filmed and the doctors viewing the tapes they came to the conclusions that something was definitely happening over and around the Tosti home.

When the lady and John entered one of the buildings, they immediately got into the elevator and the lady mentioned to John we are just going up to see the doctor, plus you can tell him what has been taking place at your home. When John and the lady arrived at the fifth floor, the elevator doors opened. As he stepped out he noticed two men dressed in white hospital clothing approaching him.

He was wondering what was going on as the two men were looking directly at him which made him feel very nervous. He then turned to ask the lady what was going on when he saw her back step into the elevator as he watched the elevator doors close. Feeling frightened at this point John looked over to where one would push buttons for the elevator which would take you to different floors in the hospital, but he noticed that the elevator was operated by keys only. In other words John was stuck, scared, with nowhere to go.

The two men took hold of John and said that they were going to take him to have his vitals checked, etc.. While this is being done John said to the men that he was just here to see the doctor. One of the men who greeted John told him that the doctor was not going to be back to the hospital until tomorrow morning and informed him that he would have to spend the night at the hospital.

Of course straight away John starts to question what is going on. From the sounds of it the lady may have called ahead to the hospital to have John committed for an evaluation, and the two men did confirm this to John. Being cooperative John asked could he please make a telephone call to his wife as she was going to be worried sick about him because she had no clue that he would be kept overnight. The hospital staff allowed John to call home and talk to his wife.

When Susan found out where her husband was she was totally upset and surprised. He explained that there was no way the hospital staff was going to let him out. He was basically stuck there, at least until the next day. They had no idea what would come after his meeting with the doctor.

John settled in for the night waiting until morning when the doctor arrived to evaluate him. Susan also arrived at the hospital with some of the video footage that they had taken of the strange occurrences from around their home and explained to the lady who got John into this pickle that he wasn't delusional or crazy and everything he had told her was true. She pleaded with the lady to allow her to show the doctor what was on the videos.

The lady walked Susan over to the hospital and they waited in a room to see the doctor. John, the lady and Susan would be discussing the case. Before he was to meet with everyone he was given a shot which made him lightheaded. He guessed it was a sedative of some kind. When he was escorted into the meeting room there were three doctors waiting.

A TV and VCR were hooked up so everyone would be able to view the tapes Susan had brought with her. One of the tapes was placed into the VCR and everyone watched for approximately 5 minutes. The video machine was then turned off and the doctors consulted and looked at John and said, Mr. Tosti, we are sorry but there is nothing we can do for you. So they signed his release papers and John and Susan left the hospital.


Susan, John's wife recounted what took place after the trip to the mental hospital...

Image Left: Susan

I am John's wife, Susan. I'd like to talk a bit about what happened after his trip to the mental hospital. We found out what would happen if we sought help. John thought the best way to stop what was happening to us would be to throw all of the evidence away. Needless to say I didn't agree and we were having a rather heated argument. In the midst of our quarreling a blinding light shot through the window we were sitting next to. It was just like a bolt of lightning and it sounded like 40,000 volts of electricity on the ceiling. However, there was a blizzard occurring at the time so that definitely wasn't it.

We both jumped up and ran into the kitchen to get away from it. As soon as we got to the kitchen it happened again. But this time it came through the kitchen window we were closest to. So we ran to the very back room of our house where there was an outside door. We were going to exit the house. When we went to open the door it came in through the window in the door at us. Each time this happened the sound of electricity was deafening. We thought a power-line had dropped on our house so we called the power company to help us get out of our house. The snow wasn't that deep yet and they made it. To our surprise they said there wasn't a thing wrong.

However we did notice that the snow that had fallen so far had holes melted in it as if there had been sparks falling all around our house. That night we were terrorized and it continued every night for about five days. We would first lose our electricity. This always adds an extra element of terror. Then you realize you are not alone. Bright blue strobe lights or bright white lights from outside would light up our house and sometimes we would see others in the house with us.

One time they were in my bedroom with me and one grabbed my leg and tried to pull me off the bed. I didn't appreciate it too much. My husband also saw a few others but he can tell you about them. I was very scared and I didn't know how we were going to go on. After the blizzard was over and the state of emergency in our county was lifted things got better. But they were still there above our house every night for the longest time and I never knew when they were going to start terrorizing us again. It was not a good time and I feel for anyone that has experienced this.

John has pulled together some eight to ten hours of footage of these strange lights, etc. Also there is the medical form on which it states that John was in the hospital at the time he mentioned. Also since all the strangeness has been taking place there, John's family have observed many helicopters flying close and over the top of his home when they never showed up before. He has footage and stills of the fly by.

Because things were so frightening and not sure what the government might or might not do, John and his family talked to reporters who came to visit their home and related their story to them. The idea was if the information gets into the public eye then government officials would leave them alone if this should ever be a problem. John has filmed military jets flying low over the roads. After he played back the video tape of the aircraft he could clearly see a wobbling object of some kind which was flying directly below one of the jet aircraft. Later that day he went over to a friend's home and saw something with a shape flying over top of his friends house above the tree line. He told me the camera was set at a high shutter speed. Also military helicopters were buzzing the families home on many occasions.

One of John's most memorable videos captured an object that was a moon sized craft that was vertical in the sky and approximately 200 to 300 feet off the ground. John could easily see a number of separate lights on the bottom of the craft. As the object started to lean towards John's direction or location he was able to see a dome towards the back part of the craft as the rim of the object became more visible. The dome portion of it was a blue/white color. As the object started to pitch down in front of John he turned on the vehicle's headlights to brighten up the area.

What he wanted to accomplish was to provide some trees, the long grass etc.. which would show up on the video and give some perspective to show just how low the object was, and to give a good idea of what it looked like and how it maneuvered. As soon as the lights from John's vehicle were turned on, the craft flattened out and dropped down towards the ground with the dome and other features clearly visible.

All of a sudden the bottom of the craft starts flashing until eventually the whole craft starts to flash. As he watches, the object starts to move to his left, which would have been towards the south. Still visible by sight and camera, the object came to a complete stop and hovers. From there it starts to change it's form/shape and moves back to John's right and behind a tree. From there it releases two smaller objects which are red and the other green. These two colored objects were round in shape.

As John watched the large object move again to his left/south he lost sight of the two smaller ones. Keep in mind that he had still been filming and caught the object changing it's form. As it reached a point to his left the large craft started to flash. As John zooms in on the large object the two smaller objects reappeared. One of the smaller objects went to the top of the craft while the other object positioned itself at the bottom. He could clearly see there were three separate objects and that none of them were attached to one another. This piece of footage was shot on January 19, 1996. John estimates the craft to be approximately 500 yards away from his location. He also estimates (roughly) the object may have been some 35 feet in diameter.

After all this being caught on film it was a relief for John to be able to show his whole family that he was not crazy and was certainly seeing all that he was talking about.

The unusual events that have taken place at the Tosti home are still continuing to this day but it comes in patterns over a period of time, then the sightings subside to some degree. When the lights or sightings flare up John notices there are regular military over flights of the area.

An Update On Events taking place around the area where the Tosi family lives right now.

The below email was from a close friend of John's: (October 2004).

I don't know if John told you about the last couple days, two nights ago John noticed lights up in the sky, the dogs were going nuts over here.

John and I live about 1 1/2 miles apart now, so when he or I see something outside we can both usually see it from our places unless their low to the ground.

But yesterday, there was 3 F-16's flying over town, 1 up front and 2 behind, way below the required 10,000 feet level. They were about 1500 feet off the ground, as I headed back home I lost sight of them. When I got there, my neighbor said he heard them, then saw them flying around in circles like they were "looking or chasing" something, then about 10 minutes later Alice heard a helicopter. I looked outside and saw it was a Black Hawk with a gun port on the side. I called (name removed) out to see it as well.

That is when I went to John's to work on sending you the photos, and on the drive to Johns, 5 military vehicles came rushing down the road in the opposite direction... 1 Humvee with a red light on the dash, 3 troop carriers with the tarps pulled over them, and another Humvee following. Johns wife saw a helicopter hover over their house as well.

Brian Vike would like to extend my many thanks to the Tosti family. It takes alot of courage to come forward and tell about the ongoing events which has taken place around their home in Bloomington, Indiana over the years. I would also like to add that the strange lights/objects can still be seen from time to time around the Tosti home. It hasn't ended !

John Tosti Story - Regression With Dr. Woodman Medical Amnesia Hypnotherapist

The regression with Dr. Woodman was taped. I have the first part only.

John initially did not think that he could be regressed. He was prepared to tell Dr Woodman that he was sorry that he had come all this way and it did not work because he was a poor subject. However this was not the case and he turned out to be an excellent subject. It was not as he expected for it was rather easy that he thought. John was talking one minute to the Doctor and in another moment found himself on the beach feeling the sun, the breeze and the smell of the ocean. It was like he was there and then suddenly he was crouching down behind the tree staring at a bright light.

Sessions:

John initially did not think that he could be regressed. He was prepared to tell Dr Woodman that he was sorry that he had come all this way and it did not work because he was a poor subject. However this was not the case and he was in for a surprise. It was not as he expected as all. John was talking and found himself on the beach, not talking to Dr. Woodman but feeling the sun, the breeze and the smell of the ocean. It was like he was there and then suddenly he was behind the tree.

Dr. Woodman: "You tell me that you are aware of something coming towards you and your friend was the first to go down to the ground and hide himself behind this tree and then you followed suite?"

John Tosti: Yes

Dr. Woodman: "Tell me then what you saw when this happened."

John Tosti: "I see a… I see a big red glowing ball. It’s down in the gully. It is not the moon - I thought it was the moon but it is not the moon. Jim is asking me; he wants me to get down on my knees. Jim is on one knee. The red light goes out. I see… that they have lights on their heads like coal miners. I am worried about Jim getting shot. I’m thinking that they are hunters and they are walking straight towards us. I am on my knees now and I am behind the tree. Jim and me are both behind the tree. I look around the tree and I can see them, they are walking straight towards us. "

Dr. Woodman: " What was your feeling at that time, were you scared?"

John Tosti: "Yeah, I was thinking that it was hunters and I did not want to get shot. I have got to be still and not make any noise "

Dr. Woodman: " How far away are you as you watched them?"

John Tosti: " Probably about 100 feet – maybe 50 feet away, they were walking right towards us and making a lot of noise. I could hear them walking towards us. The rustling sound of their footsteps was getting louder. I am telling Jim not to move because I don’t want Jim to get shot. I am thinking that if they are hunters and we just lay still they won’t hear us so they won’t try to shoot us." "For some reason, I am looking around the tree again and I can see them, they are right here, they are right on the other side of the tree where we are at. I got my gun and I took it off safety and I am trying to put myself in between me and Jim because I don’t want nothing to happen to Jim. (The memories recounted are traumatic to John and the fear in his voice is apparent. His voice now sounds audibly distressed on the regression tape)

Dr. Woodman: "You’re safe, very, very safe…very safe, you are in Clinton Iowa, this happened a long time ago. Take a deep breath in ….and out . tell me what happens next."

John Tosti: " We are standing there and all I can see are the lights. They are on their heads and shining on my face. I am raising my gun up. I am telling them to get the hell out of here. I don’t want them to be here. This is my land and I don’t .. I will tell them to leave for trespassing. They are still standing there. And Uh ..OH it’s strange… they look like… I can see one of them and it looks like a fireman."

Dr. Woodman: "Why do you say that, can you describe what you see please? "

John Tosti: "Yeah, he has got, uh, a hat on. It looks like a fireman’s hat.

Dr. Woodman: " With a light on? "

John Tosti: "With a light on. He has got a …. it looks like a long jacket on.. It looks like a fireman."

Dr. Woodman: " Is he a big guy like you? "

John Tosti: "Yeah, he is big, I think he is bigger than I am. I am trying to figure out what is going on. And the other one behind him is trying to get over to Jim. He looks like a fireman too."

Dr. Woodman: " So you tell them to leave, from your property and he does not leave, so then what is the next thing that happens? "

John Tosti: "He is just standing there. He has a funny looking smile on his face. "

Dr. Woodman: " OK, what is the next thing that happens, very, very, safe…take a deep breathe and let it out and when I touch your hand you are going to be twice as deep and twice as safe. What happens next?"

John Tosti: "I can hear Jim and Jim is behind me and he is telling them too to go away. Jim is raising up his gun and Jim says that he is going to shoot. And they are not listening to us. They are just standing there. They are not moving.

Dr. Woodman: " So what happens next? Move forward in time. Safe, very, very safe, it happened a long time ago and you really want to know what happened. Allow your thoughts to come out. "

John Tosti: "I am just seeing black. I can’t see."

Dr. Woodman: " Move forward in time, what is the next thing that you can see? "

John Tosti: "I see a…. it looks like I can see Jim and Jim is screaming. He was screaming at the….at the… telling him to let him go. Don’t touch me. Jim was getting really mad. I think Jim thinks that he is going to try to shoot us. I don’t know. Jim is mad and that guy was trying to grab him or something. I am trying to pay attention to the guy who is right in front of me and I can hear Jim and he is telling him to let him go and. I am getting cold. I am feeling cold.

Dr. Woodman: " That’s fine just relax. You are in Clinton Iowa and very, very safe. What is the next thing you know, are you cold?"

John Tosti: "I am cold"

Dr. Woodman: " That’s fine just relax. You are in Clinton Iowa and very, very safe. What is the next thing you know, are you cold?"

John Tosti: "I am cold"

Dr. Woodman: "Where are you?"

John Tosti: " I am still beside the tree and by this fireman. He is trying to grab a hold of my gun and I am telling him. Don’t touch my gun. He grabs my gun and he is trying to take my gun away from me.

Dr. Woodman: " Does he succeed in trying to do that? "

John Tosti: " No, I am trying to fight with him. I don’t want to shoot. He is trying to take my gun but I am freezing. I don’t know… it was like… he got my gun.
Uh, he is trying to grab me. And I am trying to fight him. I can’t fight he is too strong, I can’t get away from him. He is trying to take me. He is trying to drag me. He has got me by my jacket. "

Dr. Woodman: " What does he do now that he has you by the jacket?"

John Tosti: " He has got me"

Dr. Woodman: " Is he dragging you along the ground? OK which direction?"

John Tosti: "Down into the gully. I am scared. I can’t find Jim

Dr. Woodman: "OK lets let Jim fend for himself for now, very safe, "

John Tosti: " He is throwing me down into the gully and I can’t get away from him. I am trying to kick him but he does not feel it. He is taking me down into the ball. I can see the ball. It is a shiny ball. There is a hole on the side it and he is trying to shove me into it and I don’t want to go. It is cold. "

Dr. Woodman: " You were very scared weren’t you at the time, but you are quite safe now. Something that happened a long time ago, relax, sleep, sleep, sleep and what is the next thing that happens to you, are you in the hole or did you stay outside of it or?"

John Tosti: "He shoved me into the hole. I’m in this thing and I can see somebody and it is not a fireman. "

Dr. Woodman: " What do you see? "

John Tosti: " It’s a boy"

Dr. Woodman: " A boy?"

John Tosti: " A small boy. He looks like he is about, a little boy, about four years old, maybe five? And he is asking me something. He is asking me what I am doing.

Dr. Woodman: "How is the boy dressed?"

John Tosti: "He has got a shirt, a red shirt on and a pair tight slacks. And I am asking him, Where am I? He says that I am in his room and I am asking him: What is this place?"

Dr. Woodman: "Does he seem friendly?"

John Tosti: " Certainly, but I am scared, I don’t know where I am at. "

Dr. Woodman: "You survived it, it happened a long time ago. And you always will survive. OK, deeply, deeply relax. Take a deep breath. Very good, you are twice as relaxed as you were before. Now what is the next thing that happened to you, does he show you around or continue talking or what happens next?"

John Tosti: "He is;… uh, standing there and just looking at me and I am trying to find out where I am at and I am asking him and he does not really say… He says that I am in his room. I ask him if he has seen another person in here. I am looking for my friend and he says that my friend is still outside. So then I ask him how do I get back outside and he said that I can’t go outside and that I have to stay in there. "

Dr. Woodman: "Sooner or later you do get back outside again for you are sitting here right now inside my office"

John Tosti: "He is telling me to lay down"

Dr. Woodman: " On what? "

John Tosti: " On the floor"

Dr. Woodman: "On the floor? Do you do that?"

John Tosti: " I don’t lay down, I sit down against the wall. And he tells me to wait here while I was sitting up against the wall."

Dr. Woodman: "What does the seat feel like, can you describe it?

John Tosti: " A rock."

Dr. Woodman: " A rock, it is hard then. Is it rough or smooth?"

John Tosti: " Rough. He (the young boy) is walking to the door. He opens the door, leaves, and then shuts the door. And I am by myself and I don’t know what is going on.

Dr. Woodman: Y" You are safe, relax, you are a very strong guy and you will survive, you did survive and you know that. Very good, very, very relaxed."

John Tosti: "I see the doorknob move and somebody is coming in. The little boy is standing there and he is telling me to come in."

Dr. Woodman: "Do you follow him?"

John Tosti: "Yeah, and he takes me to a room and it has a bench on the wall and there is another person in there."

Dr. Woodman: "Do you recognize who it is?"

John Tosti: "No "

Dr. Woodman: " Is it a small guy or a big guy or?"

John Tosti: "It’s a big guy and he looks like a hunter. He is looking at me and he has got a strange look on his face and I don’t think he knows where he is at either."

Dr. Woodman: "Do you sit down or what?"

John Tosti: "No, I am standing and the little boy is holding my hand and he walks me over to the bench where this guy is and he tells me to sit down. He is telling me something (the hunter). He is telling me that he does not know what is going on. He is trying to get out and he can’t figure out how to get out. He said that he has looked around to find a way to get out and he can’t get out! I am worried about Jim."

Dr. Woodman: "Relax, Jim was alive too"

John Tosti: "He tells me uh, that uh, he was hunting and somebody shoved him in a hole in the ground. I am asking him who? And he said that he did not know. (At this point in the regression restraints were applied to John for protection as he was becoming agitated)

Dr. Woodman: " Just relax. If you want to relax then just go to your nice warm Florida beach –you can do that. Just relax, you are safe. OK. And if you want to go to bed you can go to bed. All right, do you understand? Do you want to talk about it? Now what happens next, do you sit down? Does the little boy continue to hold you hand or what? "

John Tosti: "No he is walking towards the door and now he is going into the other room"

Dr. Woodman: " Is he still wearing his red shirt?"

John Tosti: "Red shirt. He shuts the door and this guy is telling me something about how he is afraid that he can’t get out of here and he wants to go home and he is asking me where this place is."

Dr. Woodman: "Like the blind leading the blind isn’t it?"

John Tosti: "I don’t know where I am at. "

Dr. Woodman: " So jump forward in time John what is the next thing that happens?"

John Tosti: "He is getting up and he is trying to find a way to get out. He is going to go to the door where the little boy is at in the other room. The little boy is standing right there and he swings the door open. The little boy won’t let him go into the other room. He is trying to tell the little boy something. He is trying to ask the little boy how to get out of here. The little boy is pushing him. The little boy is trying to shut the door. He (the hunter) is mad and he is kicking on the shut door.

Dr. Woodman: "So that little boy manages to shut the door?

John Tosti: "The door is shut"

Dr. Woodman: " That is one way to get your madness out isn’t it- to beat something?"

John Tosti: "Yeah he is screaming at him."

Dr. Woodman: " What are you doing in the meanwhile? Still sitting on the bench against the wall? "

John Tosti: "Yeah. The little boy is coming back. He has got something with him. He has a mask and he is trying to put it on my face. I am trying to ask him what he is doing and he is not telling me. He is putting the mask on my face. It is a mask and it is put over my nose and mouth. He is smiling. He is grabbing a hold of my left hand and he is taking me into the other room. "

Dr. Woodman: "Are you wearing a watch John? "

John Tosti: " No. (The other hunter) is trying to ask the little boy where are we going. The little boy just keeps pulling me. He is pulling me through the doorway."

Dr. Woodman: "Does the other guy come with you? "

John Tosti: "He is trying to. The little boy pulls me through the door and he is trying to shut the door. The little boy wants me to sit down. The little boy is sitting down. He is trying to … the mask is not on right or something so he is trying to put the mask on right. It’s not working right or something. He is messing with the mask. He is telling me that I can go away from here in a little while.

Dr. Woodman: "So did you sit down on what, a bench or a table? "

John Tosti: "The floor. I am asking him where am I? Why am I here? He tells me don’t worry and I am asking him where Jim is. He says that he is still outside. The boy is doing something to my arm. He is looking at it"

Dr. Woodman: "Which arm?"

John Tosti: "My left arm. He is trying to scoot over. He is getting next to me to look at my arm. Looking at my arm and hand. He is getting up and he is going to the door and going into the other room."

Dr. Woodman: "So you are in this room sitting on the floor and what is the next thing that happens. Is there anybody else around?"

John Tosti: "No. I hear a noise, a sound like a….. a sound like a real high pitched whistling sound."

Dr. Woodman: "What else do you see in this room. Take a moment to look around"

John Tosti: "It has got a railing; A rail. At one end of it looks like a rail"

Dr. Woodman: " A handrail?"

John Tosti: "Yes a handrail"

Dr. Woodman: "What height off of the floor?"

John Tosti: " Maybe about three feet."

Dr. Woodman: "Does it go all the way around the room?"

John Tosti: " No, it just goes around part of the room. "

Dr. Woodman: " Is it a circular room?"

John Tosti: "Half of it. Half of it is circular and half of it looks like a normal room and it’s not very big. I smell something funny, I don’t know if it is the mask or what. I want to take the mask off. I am getting ready to take the mask off. The little boy opens the door and tells me…

Dr. Woodman: " Not to take the mask off? Relax. What is the next thing that happens?"

John Tosti: " He shuts the door."

Dr. Woodman: "What is the color of the walls, John?"

John Tosti: " The top half is read. The bottom half is silver."

Dr. Woodman: " So does the railing form a kind of boundary between the red and silver?

John Tosti: "Yes. I want to get out of here. I do not want to be here anymore. Oh. I want to get out. I am getting out. I am looking around. The little boy comes back into the room. He sits down besides me now on the floor and he is holding my left hand. He asks me if I want to play a game. I am trying to ask him what kind of a game. I can’t get off my mask. He is taking my mask off. I am asking him what kind of a game and he is saying Hide and Seek. I am asking him where I can hide. There is nowhere to hide. He is getting up. He is taking me over to this large gray ‘spot’ on the wall. He is telling me that I can hide in there. I am telling him that I cannot hide in there because it is a spot. He is pushing my hand into it. He is trying to tell me that I can go into the spot. He said to go into the spot so I am trying to climb into the spot.
And I am in the spot and there is somebody in there with me.

Dr. Woodman: "Is somebody in there with you?"

John Tosti: "I don’t know, I can’t see. I can hear him. Somebody is grabbing my hand and somebody is pulling me. Oh…. My head is sticking into the next room. I see a gray….it is a little gray guy. He is sticking something up my nose on my left side."

Dr. Woodman: "Does it tickle?"

John Tosti: " No it hurts. He stuck it quickly in and out and it still hurts and he is pushing me back into the ‘spot’. I get the feeling that he does not want me to see him."

Dr. Woodman: "Would you describe him for us?"

John Tosti: " He has got a skinny body, and it looks like his eyes are really spaced far apart. And, uh, he has got big eyes. And his mouth it looks like a skeleton’s mouth. It looks wrinkled. And he was moving really weird."

Dr. Woodman: "What do you mean by that?"

John Tosti: "Quick, Fast. He is shoving me back into the spot and I feel something tugging at my other leg. I am being pulled back into the other room by this little boy. He is asking me if I am going to hide from him."

Dr. Woodman: "Who was puling on your leg and which leg?"

John Tosti: "The little boy on my left leg. I am in the other room with him now and he is asking me when am I going to hide from him. And I am telling him that I don’t know where to hide. I am asking him who was that in the other room. And he said it was nobody.

Dr. Woodman: "So you don’t trust him anymore. Was he lying?"

John Tosti: "Yeah, He is pointing at the wall and he wants me to hide in the wall. And we are walking over to the wall and he pushes me into the wall and I see a bird on the outside. I am outside I see a fireman and I see Jim. I am outside on the ground. The little boy pushed me through the wall. Jim is asleep. He is asleep on the ground."

Dr. Woodman: "Is he still holding his shotgun?"

John Tosti: "No, he is on the ground to the right. They dragged us up the gully. The one fireman dragged Jim across the creek. And then the other went….well he is dragging me like over to the tree and he is pushing me. He is pushing me and he is shoving me real hard and I fell down. I feel like I have got to go to sleep."

Dr. Woodman: "What is the next thing that happens?"

John Tosti: "I get up. It is daylight and I am looking for Jim and I can’t see him. I am getting up and walking and I see Jim. He is in the briar patch. I am looking for my gun. I talk to Jim and ask him if he is okay. Jim has his arms upheld and is waving them back and forth. He is trying to get out of the briar patch. I am looking for my gun and I see a bunch of leaves piled up. I go over there and kick the leaves and found my gun and Jim’s gun was there too.

Dr. Woodman: "Do you feel safe now?"

John Tosti: "Like I want to go home. Jim is across the creek now and he has got a bunch of scratches on his face. He has got a like stunned look on his face. I gave Jim his gun and he was telling me that he wants to go home now. So I told him let’s go back to the barn. We waked back and it was about a quarter of a mile.

Dr. Woodman: "When you get to the barn do you tell him what your experience was like?"

John Tosti: " Uh, he is talking to me about the three lights over by the tree. He is telling me not to say anything about them to anybody about it because he does not want people to know. He does not want people to think he was crazy. We changed our clothes there and I remember that my nose hurt and it was bleeding a little bit."

Dr. Woodman: "Does he notice that? And what does he say about it?"

John Tosti: "Yes, he tells me to get a napkin because my nose is bleeding."

Dr. Woodman: "Do you tell him how it got to be bleeding?"

John Tosti: "No"

Dr. Woodman: " So you don’t tell him anything about your experience aboard this sphere?"

John Tosti: "Never have, I did not know. I did not remember."

© 2005 John Tosti
Thank you to Mr. John Tosti for the transcripts.

The link that I have provided below takes you to another page where I have John’s story posted, but if you scroll down the the bottom of the story, there is a video clip of when John was on the local TV news.

http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/2010/11/alien-experience-in-bloomington-indiana.html

From the Vike Factor (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/


If you have seen anything like this in the same area please be kind enough to contact Brian Vike at: sighting@telus.net with the details of your sighting. All personal information is kept confidential.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

UFO - My Story And Families Alien Encounters

From the Vike Factor archives (Brian Vike) http://the-v-factor-paranormal.blogspot.com/

I would like to thank the person for sending in their story to The Vike Factor.

The story I have to tell is utterly fantastic and I fully expect even you to disbelieve it. It's a story that spans several generations of my family. This story begins with my grandmothers' brothers over 90 years ago and continues even today. Of my family, I alone have been the only person to piece this story together from the stories told to me by other family members and by their friends.

I am the only member of my family who has actively pursued the truth of what has been happening to us as most of my family is unwilling to even discuss it. Finally, I have risen to a commanding role in the corporate world and because of that, I will protect my identity by not sharing it with anyone including you. If you choose to contact me by the e-mail address provided, please feel free to but, please do not share it with anyone.

To provide something in the way of context, I'm a fairly independent person. I'm the type of person who has no problem with dining out alone or going to see a film alone. Much of what I describe here has contributed to my sense of independence. While this message does much to describe the general gist of my experiences, there are things that I intentionally have left out, things I've seen that I have not mentioned, details that I have excluded, circumstantial evidence that I have not included.

These decisions I've made were made because this is the first time I've ever discussed this with anyone, because I do not intend to sit here and write a book and because I believe that there are some things that we're just not supposed to know just yet. Also, parts of this, especially the end where I describe some of what I know, might be jumbled. For this, I apologize. There's so much depth to this and most of it is so new that it's difficult to communicate it.

Lineage

My Grandmother had 4 brothers, all of whom fought in World War 2. Back in the day, families in her community (a small coastal community on the East Coast of the USA) would hang one small American flag from their stoop for each family member they had off fighting in the war. In all the county, her family had the most as her four brothers flags were accompanied by her husbands flag.

Two of her brothers were pilots who were involved in bombing raids against Nazi targets and two were in the Navy. Her husband, my Grandfather, was a SRGT in the Army and all but one of her brothers were in the European Theater. Her last brother, one of the two in the Navy, was in the Pacific. We'll call him Jerry.

When Jerry was young, he was always getting involved in strange things. He would wander off all day and lived a very active life. Just before he turned 18, his childhood brevity seemed to rapidly dissipate and he became withdrawn. One of the things he started doing in the early 1940's, just before the US entered the war, was sleeping with his light on. Before he shipped out for boot camp, he confided in my Grandmother, telling her that she needed to keep the lights on at night because of the "monsters that come late at night".

When war broke out, my Great-Grandfather left his job to work with the Army. He was too old at the time to enlist but, there were plenty of administrative positions with the Army for civilians and my Great-Grandfather wanted to be a part of it.

The position he took required him to relocate, leaving my Grandmother and my Great-Grandmother alone in the family house. My Grandmother respected her brother Jerry's request and left a lamp on in his bedroom the entire time he was away.

Jerry was assigned to a warship in the Pacific and during his time in the service, he slept with his light on. His shipmates teased him about it, which he pawned off as a joke with them, telling them that he was afraid of Dracula - most people back then having apparently had strong feelings about the original black and white Dracula movie.

Since his quarters were enclosed without windows, he was allowed to get away with it. At one point, his light being on grew into the ships "good luck charm" as all throughout the war, the ship never took serious damage.

While Jerry was sleeping with the light on in the middle of a war zone, two of his brothers were piloting bombers in Europe. According to both of them, everything was as normal as war could be. One day, one of the brothers was involved in what was a secret mission at the time to destroy a Nazi submarine base by remotely piloting bombers packed with explosives directly into them.

During this raid, they successfully deployed the remotely controlled planes which completely failed to break through the thick concrete structures of the sub-bases. On the return flight, this brother saw his first "UFO". From that point on, both brothers and countless other pilots saw what became known as "foo-fighters". While I make no claim that they were involved in the first sightings, I mean only to illustrate how the first of the brothers became familiar with them.

For those who don't know, a foo-fighter was literally an unidentified aircraft that flew, often in formation with, aircraft during the second world war. To this day, no one has any idea what they were.

The war eventually ended and my great-grandfather returned to his pre-war job. All of the brothers and my grandfather returned home healthy and whole.

My grandmother and grandfather lived for a time in North Carolina before returning to New York where they started their family.

My great-grandmother died before 1949 from a heart problem and my great-grandfather died a few years later. All of the brothers except for one married and had families.

The brother who didn't marry was one of the two brothers who were in the Navy, we'll call him Steve. Steve wound up buying a small house out in the middle of the woods where he spent his free time doing something that's far more common these days: caring for injured animals and running a small shelter.

Starting in the late 1940's, Steve's brothers and sisters noticed him cradling his right arm. Apparently he had something stuck under his skin. The brothers thought it was just shrapnel but, he was never hit in the war and he refused to ever have it looked at. He would disappear sometimes for days at a time often leaving his home wide open and he would never be able to account for his absences. In the late 1980's, after seeing a Star Wars film with him, he made a comment to me that I didn't take as anything other than a joke until more than a decade later. He said: "If they ("aliens", we were talking and joking around about Yoda) ever stick anything in your skin, remember to leave it alone." He died in the mid-1980's.

In the early 1950's, my grandmother and her three daughters were in the backyard of their house that had an excellent view of a local water tower. While hanging things on the line, they all noticed a large saucer shaped object hovering over the water tower. They all took notice of it but, felt for some reason that it was wholly unremarkable. My mother and one of her sisters felt it was so unremarkable, so not news worthy, that they even went into the house.

This saucer was supposedly huge. After spending a while hovering over the water tower, it eventually moved off and out of sight. For my mother and her sisters, this water tower became a place where they would go and spend a lot of time after that.

Not long after this, my mothers youngest sister began talking about her new friend who she would call "the Ha-Chacha". He lived on the part of the roof that was outside her second story bedroom window and when he wanted to play, he would walk through the window, take her by the hand and they'd fly through the roof together. She called him "the Ha-Chacha" because that's the noise he would make.

This Aunt would be visited by the Ha-Chacha throughout her childhood and, about 18 years ago, she told my youngest sister (who was little at the time) that he still comes and talks to her. For us, the Ha-Chacha was just something that we thought was an imaginary friend that my Aunt made-up as a way of relating to my sisters and I when we were young.

It wasn't until years later that my mother told us that the Ha-Chacha is something that this Aunt has been talking about since she was 4. Apparently the Ha-Chacha was pale, with large dark eyes and was deathly thin. He also carried a board with him that he would touch with his fingers - something that I thought about when I bought my first tablet pc.

Growing up, my mother and her sisters were often afraid at night and would cower beneath the covers too terrified to stick their heads out. They would spend all their free time at the base of the water tower with friends who they can't remember, who they couldn't remember 20 years ago. My mothers cousin, who we're going to call Nancy, would join them.

My grandfather had a difficult time putting the war behind him. The things he saw in the war haunted him until the day he died and when they were young, my mother and her sisters remember having to hide upstairs when "the men" came over. They would shine bright headlights into the first floor of the house so it was all lit up and my grandfather would stand in the living room arguing with them, often shouting at them to leave.

The eldest of my Aunts, not the Ha-Chacha aunt, once crept down the stairs to see what the men looked like and after seeing them, she never told anyone what they looked like. She would tell my mother and my other Aunt that she's not allowed to tell. While speaking to my mother about it several years ago, I asked her how someone could have shone their headlights in through the windows of the first story of the house and she didn't understand how it was possible either.

Jerry lived a productive life after the war. He returned to open an very successful commercial and residential construction business with one of the two brothers who was a pilot in the war, who we'll call Lee. Jerry continued to sleep with the light on. Jerry seemed to be a tortured man at times, though. Jerry had a child, a son, and we weren't really close with them when I was growing up. After Jerry died, his son and I got together for drinks one night.

This cousin of mine immediately started talking about UFO's and aliens and what he described as strange doctors and how his father and he used to see things all the time when he was young. This conversation, the exact details of which would take too long to communicate, is what sparked my interest in piecing together the family's story because I have had experiences of my own that I simply can't rationally explain.

My mother married my father after he got out of the Air Force. Right out of the Air Force, my father joined the FAA, leveraging his experience as an air traffic controller both in Viet Nam and domestically with the Air Force to solidify his application.

While stationed in Maine, "UFO's" were a common thing and they would get constant reports of activity, see activity on their own and detect activity on their instruments. All of these weird things, no one in the family ever thought any of it was a big deal or a topic for discussion.

My Story Begins

My parents had three children. Of them, I am the oldest and the only son. I have two sisters, Kara and Leah. Leah is the older sister.

At a young age, perhaps about 5 or 6 years old, I clearly remember playing with a toy in my bedroom only to see the toy levitate over my head and come to rest on the floor behind me. I remember turning around in awe of it and seeing a small humanoid figure. An instant later, I remember waking up in my bed.

The was the first weird thing I experienced.

My bedroom was on the first floor of the house and I remember laying away at night and knowing I wasn't alone in the room. I remember knowing I had to close my eyes and go to sleep and I would clench my eyes closed tight, lie totally still and would immediately wake up to it being the next morning. I knew that when I was taken, it wasn't going to be bad.

A Turn for the Worse

When I was a few years older, I was looking out at the night sky from the back door of the house. It must have been winter time because the trees were bare and the night sky was perfectly clear. Above the tree line, moving from north to south, I saw something that burned itself in my memory forever. A perfectly round object - like a coin - that was milky white and trailing flame (it all looked cartoonish, unreal, like the flame it was trailing wasn't really flame) moved above the tree line in the back yard and disappeared out of sight.

The object was slow moving of an aircraft and had no marking lights like a normal aircraft would have and it was large enough where if I held up a penny in my line of sight, it would have been the same size only, of course, because it was far away.

I immediately screamed and started crying and felt an overwhelming fear and the object returned, only this time flying from the south to the east and gaining altitude rapidly. This marked a whole new error, it marked when I started really paying attention to the world around me.

From that moment on, I would pay a lot of attention to time and would note when I would be missing time. It happened quite often and sometimes seeing things, seemingly random things, would spark hazy memories. I was afraid of these memories of ships and rooms and strange looking beings.

Identifying Them

As for the beings, there were five distinct types that I knew.

1. Small, perhaps 3 foot tall beings with three fingered hands, large black eyes with no mouths and grayish or maybe greenish skin who would speak into my mind by staring at my eyes.

2. Small, perhaps 3.5 foot tall beings with three fingered hands, large black eyes but who had mouths and grayish or maybe greenish skin and who would speak with voices.

3. Beings that were between 5'2" - 5'8" tall, four fingers and large black eyes who would speak with voices but whose skin was murky and pale.

4. Beings who were about 6 or so feet tall, maybe a little taller, with grayish milky gray skin and big black eyes who would speak into my mind; these seemed to be the leaders or the highest rank or perhaps the bosses.

5. Beings much like the stated 4th type only more insectoid in that they had more of a pointed face that seemed structurally more mantis than human and serrations on the outer bits of their forearms. this type was generally disliked and never communicated and felt bad, very bad, to be around.

I've wondered if the type 1's turn into the type 2's who turn into the type 3's who turn into the type 4's but, I've got nothing to support that idea and as far as I know I never asked. I do know that the type 5's are not related, directly or indirectly, to the other types. They "come from someplace else".

Being Taken

Most of my related memories started when I was a Junior in High School.. By this time, there was something in my right knee below the skin, something that tissue surrounded itself with. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch it. I would experience missing time - sometimes 30 minutes, sometimes hours - regularly - weekly in some cases. There was a place that I felt drawn to, that I knew I had to go to. It was a dark, unpaved road surrounded by salt marsh and trees. There were times when I went there with other people who I knew, who weren't involved, and those people would get terrified and would never return to this place.

I would spot things in the sky all the time. I would see objects shaped like cigars with blue lights at the ends and yellow and red lights in the middle, things that looked like large dark triangles, orbs the size of a van. Lights were shone through my windows that lit the room up red or blue or green or white or amber.

Hazy memories sparked by interacting with things like scissors, a vase, a jar of peanut butter, spoons and a power drill would flash fragments of memories of these encounters involving pain and fear. I knew what was happening to me, I also knew it was forbidden to think about it.

They would come for me usually at night. I would know that I would have to go somewhere to meet them. Other times, they would take me from my home. They took me on a camping trip once, from a swimming pool one evening and even once on Christmas Eve.

They used fear to manage, for control. When in their presence, I was the slave and they were the masters. Resistance meant nothing, nothing but compliance and submission mattered.

Defiance

In the summer between High School and College, just before leaving for college, I took a razor to my knee and cut the skin (which was more of a lump and was able to remove a lump. At the center of the lump was a small black spec about two millimeters across. It was flat and black and was encased in a pod of tissue that was about the size of a small caper.

This object was generally circular except for one edge of it, which features two tiny point like protrusions on the side of a small circular protrusion. The object was metal or something at least as strong and I disposed of it by throwing it in the rain gutter in the street. The next day I went off to college. I knew I had to get rid of it to get rid of Them.

I went to college and traveled the world and experienced nothing for a long time, perhaps six years. I began being very curious about my experiences. I knew that they really weren't good and I knew that removing the object from my knee was a very bad thing to do. But I felt I needed to know more. So I studied meditation and other relaxation techniques, I began thought exercises hoping to in some way sharpen my mind.

I became very interested in the structure of things, always hoping to find something that would spark a memory. And to some extent it worked but, I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of sharing any of this with anyone or trying out hypnotic regression performed by someone else. I thought that maybe I could induce myself into such a state but, never really succeeded.

I spent over a year in Europe, more than six months in Latin America and a year in Asia. I learned everything I could about mental discipline and found that exploring subjects such as physics, evolutionary biology, zoology, chemistry and other core sciences, mastering them and learning to use that knowledge to analyze things in abstract ways was a tremendously useful way to hone the way my mind worked and to help me determine what, exactly, I was experiencing.

Then one day, I noticed the lump on my right knee was back in exactly the same spot (as far as I could tell). This time I was a bit older and wiser and had a friend of mine who was a nurse remove the thing. The object she found was identical to the object that I previously removed myself. After disposing of it, I moved to a new apartment. When she asked what it was, I assured her that it must have dug it´s way into my knee when I was working around the house.

Time passed. I had gathered a wide collection of strange stories involving the unknown and family members and without that thing in my leg, I didn't think they could find me. I moved around a lot, moving to a new apartment every year, replacing cars every year or every other year. Then in the second quarter of 2006, I was sent on a trip to Boston for business.

Renewed Aggression

I left from LaGuardia in New York on a red eye to Logan. Not long after I landed, my mother called to tell me that a friend of mine, Brock, had stopped by the house looking for me. She said he was very polite and that she wanted to let me know that he was looking for me. I thanked her and promised I would call him but, I've never known anyone named Brock.

I thought it was odd but didn't think much of it. As I waited at the curb for the car service, I noticed a tall man dressed in a dark suit and what I think is called a bowler or baller hat standing down near the taxi queue. He was leading against a sign and staring at me. Something about him was familiar but, I couldn't make out his face and something about him was terrifying.

I knew I was not safe knowing that he was there, knowing that he knew where I was. My car arrived as this man took a step towards me and although he was a few dozen yards away, I jumped in the car and locked the door behind me. As the car pulled past him, this man with his incredibly dark eyes stared at me as we drove past him.

I felt unnerved throughout the day as I sat in meetings and provided training to coworkers. My phone, which my company provides me, was called by an "unknown" caller over a dozen times. Each time, no message was left. I felt like I was being watched all day and as afternoon crept in, I began feeling a sense of dread at the thought of returning to Logan for the flight home.

That evening, the car service came and dropped me off at the airport. I stood at the curb, looking for that strange man who saw me that morning. I knew he was there, I could feel that he was there. I knew that I was in danger. But what was I supposed to do? I needed to get on that airplane and, if nothing else, I had learned by that point in my life that you had to face your fears and that sometimes terrible things were inevitable.

So even though I felt like I was on the verge of panic, I choked it down and entered the terminal. And sure enough, there he was. He was leaning against the wall near bathrooms off to my right. He was a lot closer to me this time, so close in fact that I could see his lipless mouth contort into a smile. And then he started walking towards me.

I didn't run. I could move but, I chose not to. I knew that whatever was going to happen was going to be bad but, I wasn't going to run from it. I had been tormented for years by terrible, terrible things but, when I dug that first thing out of my knee I had decided that I was not going to take it anymore. These encounters literally sent me on the run, sent me into what some might say was hiding. I was constantly on the move because of the experiences I had and however much I was shaking, I was at least equally angry.

As the figure drew closer, I felt a cold, gripping chill run down my spin. I felt like my mind was in a clamp and that thought had become an impossibility. But there was a tug at my arm and I felt myself being pulled away from the approaching man and as I was being pulled away, the approaching man stopped and only watched.

As I was lead out the door, I turned and saw two figures, a man and a woman dressed casually. The woman was wearing a Boston College sweatshirt. She stood just over 5 feet tall and had shoulder length blond hair. Exceptionally attractive but, I could tell that there was something different about her. The man was dressed in big jacket and blue jeans and I felt safe with them and was about the same height as me but, broader in the shoulders. He had brown hair and intense brown eyes.

The woman stayed behind in the terminal as the man lead me down the sidewalk to a waiting car. He seemed to be totally at ease and told me that I should consider answering my phone when it rings. He told me that everything is alright, that I don't need to worry about anything and that I would be taking a car back to New York.

The car I was placed in was a 1989 Chevy Celebrity Eurosport. I clearly remember it because my mother had one when I was a teenager only hers was a different color. I sat in back seat on the passenger side and the car pulled away.

The driver was similarly dressed to the man and the woman. He drove off without instruction. On the ride down I-95, the driver spoke about how sometimes people get caught up in things, about how you never know who you'll wind up getting involved with and how I don't have anything to worry about.. I felt exhausted and... well, I didn't have the presence of mind to even ask any questions. I felt stunned in a way, numb, non-functional. About 5 hours later, the driver pulled over next to Penn Station in Manhattan. The driver told me that I was to go into the station and get on the midnight train to [the train station near my home]. I complied.

Haven?

After that experience, time passed without anything unusual happening. I was growing comfortable where I was and even stopped wearing a watch. And it wasn't until about 8 months ago that anything unusual happened again. I was keeping an eye on a neighbors dog while she was traveling and brought it out for a walk one night, this would have been in February of this year.. The apartment community I lived in is packed with people, everyone knows everyone else and there's people around all the time.

Even though I knew that you could be taken from the middle of a crowd of people who were staring at you in broad daylight, I somehow feel safer when surrounded by people. As I was bringing the dog back to its home, I passed a man sitting on a bench near the playground. He was sitting hunched over and when I approach, he sat up and smiled at me. I immediately recognized him as the man who put me in the car in Boston. He smiled and said, "You should move to a new apartment."

This time I was feeling like myself, completely unencumbered. I had no idea who this person was but, I knew that if he wanted to harm me, he would have already. But I had questions for him. I threw a barrage of questions at him like "who are you?", "how do you know me?", "why are you telling me this?", "what do you want with me?", "who was that man at Logan?", "how do you know where I live?"

This man just continued smiling warmly at me and said, "Your mother told you my name. I'm a friend. You people do have friends out there. You need to move before this summer. You don't need to move far but, you need to move." He told me that I would be safe if I moved and that he would know where I was and an instant later, he was gone and I was standing there alone with a dog that was wagging its' tail.

So I did what I was told to do. I waited until March and I moved. I didn't move far. And once again, things changed. And the last few months have been fairly active but, everything is different.

Total Recall

Given the hazy memories about these new experiences, I finally went through the regression therapy last April and managed to recall a great many things. I knew that I wasn't supposed to remember the things that were locked away in my mind but, there´s only so much running that I´m willing to do. I was willing to face the consequences because finally knowing what I've experienced had become that important to me.

When this new group found out, they were concerned. One of the type 1's seemed really annoyed by it but, the type 4 said that I cannot be expected to deny my nature and that seemed to squash much of it. Since going through this, I have begun to retain a lot more about my encounters but sometimes it takes a while for the new memories to surface.

I spent the night at a friends place last weekend, I thought I slept through the night but, this morning as I was walking out to my car, I remembered walking out to my car in the middle of the night when it was parked in my friends parking lot. Other times I retain full memory.

There seems to be a direct relationship between what happens when I´m taken and what I remember. If I´m taken to discuss previous experiences, the memory gets locked away along with most of my memories with the old group. If I´m taken for other reasons, I either have full memory or memory returned relatively quickly, depending.

Instead of hazy memories of instruments being inserted into my tear ducts or up my nose or into my ears, of being strapped down to a table and being threatened... these new experiences are completely different. They´re more like interviews and discussion and... learning, like knowledge sharing. And sometimes in these memories I recall the past experiences locked up in my mind and that I have full knowledge of what I've been through but, those memories are always locked away and I'm only allowed to remember some of what I experienced with the bad faction. My more recent memories, with the Others, often involve laughter and a sense of hope. Instead of strange scars, bloody noses and pain, I'm left feeling curiosity.

The Others

This new group, the Others, is comprised of the 1st and 4th type of beings I previously described. I know that there are some of the 3rd type around but, there are none of the 5th types. I think they call the 4th type "Ancients". They have referred to the being who I came to know as Brock as Helpers and these Helpers are new and are in part human. This new group of Others knew me when I was younger but they were a lot weaker then. I know they are kind beings and I know that they are just one of several factions that are here looking for something. Often there are Helpers with the Others when I visit.

What is the difference? The Others are like the best of humans is many ways. They strive to grow and improve themselves. They recognized things in us that they didn't have and they endeavor to grow to include those things in themselves. The old group recognized things in us that they didn't have and they didn't react to those things.

There are other types out there that the bad faction created as hybrids, with a genetic make-up consisting of human genes and genes from the first four types that I described earlier and that these hybrids are mixed throughout the different factions. These hybrids were made by a different faction who abandoned the effort because they felt their creations were too human. Because of this, most of these hybrids oppose their creators and are more interested in opposition. I suspect that many of the Hybrids are at least as big a problem as the bad factions but, that´s not something I've ever had a straight answer on. The situation with the Hybrids is likely much more complicated than that.

The type 4 that I've interacted with in this new group is referred to as Instructor - in as much as he seems to be the wisest, seems to be the most respected, and although he seems to depart knowledge and experience to the others, he is really more their leader and the name seems to fit him. He seems to be very interesting in anthropology and is always very patient.

While the old group seemed more intent on experimentation, this new group doesn't seem interested. They sometimes ask me to participate in things but, it's always perceptual - like can I track the movement of something, memory games, things along those lines. They once asked to look into my eyes through a lens, which I allowed them to do. Then when I went for glasses last month, I was told that I don't need them, ending my 15 year usage of reading glasses.

I've tried my own games with them, such as bringing things with me, small things, that I leave with them "by accident". There's never anything to take from them. Equipment is all attached to the walls (which are translucent or clear to a good extent in some places, resulting in an incredible view). The things they do have laying around seem to be human things. In one part of their ship, where the Helpers sometimes stay, there's human made mattresses and pillows and the types of blankets you'd see at an army/navy store. The Helpers surround themselves with human things.

I also know when they're coming now and I can send them away if I choose to. They make their presence known and I can invite them in. When I do, I know I have to remain perfectly still because moving when they take me can be dangerous. They have a technology that allows things to be transported through light and brought into and out of phase and some of them are working collaboratively with human factions. They told me that even if I send them away permanently, I will still be safe... which I think means that they'll still protect me.

This new group wont tell me about the other faction that I had so many terrible experiences with. I know that this other factions technology is older, inferior, to the Others technology. When I ask about the threatening man at Logan, all they tell me is that I don't have to worry about "them" anymore. Perhaps it's in my best interest to not know more, perhaps there are things that I am unprepared to know. I suppose I could view this as a cause for concern but, I have no reason to believe that the Others don´t have my best interest in mind. Perhaps consciously knowing more would make me a target. Perhaps writing this message, documenting my experiences, makes me a target.

Being Human

The Helpers are incredible human in behavior. They can be very serious when they need to be but, they can also be clowns. In some ways, the Others seem to be taken aback by their antics at times and their immersion in the exploration (and expression) of human culture. They eat and drink just like we do. Some of them smoke cigarettes. I've seen them drink beer and play loud music when they're together and it's almost like being in college at times.

I sometimes get the impression that the Helpers clothes were raided from clothing drop bins because of the various fashions and styles and archaic pop-culture references on tee shirts. The female who was at Logan when I was put into the car, I've seen her several times. She seems almost completely human - she may in fact be completely human. I can't point out any part of her that might not be human but, there is something different about her.. I've come to know her as Vayla and the last time I remember seeing her, she was wearing a Van Halen tee shirt, bell bottom blue jeans and combat boots.

I know that Vayla isn't as old as me (I'm 32). She's a little younger. She's around a lot and often talks with me about things I'm stunned about discussing when looking at a basketball sized moon and a dime sized Earth. Music, schnapps, clothes, dating, pets, cars. When Instructor comes around, the conversation invariably changes to topics that I have no memory of.

Vayla's told me a lot about the Helpers and the things that they do to help the Others. The Helpers were what came after the Hybrids. Humans are more physically durable that the type 1-4's, the Others, and the Others needed a means of protecting themselves from the Hybrids before the Hybrids turned. Hybrids and Helpers are entirely different in terms of appearance and abilities.

Helpers don't have the abilities that Hybrids have, they instead have resistances to the Hybrids abilities - which might be the only thing that makes them not completely human. Hybrids were also created from an unfeeling and uncaring creator while Helpers were a collaboration of efforts between the Others and Contactees. I don't know how Hybrids were brought up, or if they were even brought up, but Helpers knew human parents who left the world behind to work with the Others.

The type 1-4's don't have names in the way that we would think of names. Instructor is called Instructor because of his status. The Helpers, who were raised on human terms, grew up with the type 1-4's but, it wasn't until the Helpers were older that they started naming the Others. When the type 1's and type 4's "speak" to you, the feeling they produce on your mind is much like an individuals voice only you can "hear" or "feel" it when you look at one of them, it's almost like their telepathy is part of their appearance, making beings that look really quite similar as individualistic in "appearance" and identity as any two humans.

Their individuality is just apparent in a different way. The names the Helpers initially chose seem to be mostly based on pop culture icons and characters, in some cases movie names. Some of these references date back to the late 1970's and early 1980's, leading me to believe that the oldest of the Helpers were born in the early 1970's. As the Helpers matured, so did the names they gave to the type 1's and type 4's.

While Instructor is the only type 4 I've really interacted with, there are more of them there who seem to view him with the same regard as the type 1's do. These other type 4's all have names from the Helpers, Instructor is just Instructor. Once an Other is named by a Helper, everyone refers to that Other by the given name. BeeGee will always be BeeGee and is called BeeGee by everyone including the Others. Since some of the Others are unnamed, I'm lead to believe that they're new. This has become a cultural staple for the Others.

Their society works differently than ours does. These different types have different abilities and backgrounds and while I could suggest that they work like a hive, that's not really how things really work with them. They're more of a collective or community than a swarm of governed drones. As a matter of fact, I would say that there's nothing drone-like about them.

I'm not completely sure how the family structure for the Others works or if they even have one. While the Helpers have human parents who live among the Others, I've not met these parents. Some of the Helpers are parents but, those who are aren't around much in the areas where I'm brought. It is unclear if Helpers ever mate with humans but, Helpers do have "normal" human relationships.

On the whole, the Instructors ship is only one of many and from what I can tell, all of the beings on a ship are a family. I don't know if that means by bloodline, though. This would also indicate that the Helpers who are couples and who have children reside on the ship with their young. And while Helpers are definitely every bit as feeling, passionate and emotional as humans, the Others are really still learning these feelings which would indicate that the ideology of "family" is a relatively new one for the Helpers. Also, some ships seem to have close relationships with other ships.

Perhaps this is also why Contactees are interacted with regularly. While I can't say that I would really count any of the Others as a friend in a normal sense, I do think of Vayla, Brock and a couple of the other Helpers as friends and I do actually like the Others who I've interacted with. Perhaps interacting with Contactees, the idea of friendship, is as important to them all as whatever they discuss with reclaimed Contactees.

I've seen Brock in public once again after the night he told me to move. I was at a shopping mall and he walked towards me with a tray of food in the food court area and greeted me like a long lost friend and sat me down to eat with him. I was with a friend of mine at the time who was surprised that I never mentioned Brock after seeing "how close" Brock seemed to me. We ate lunch and when we finished, Brock said the my friend and I should go see a movie or go to a park or something "because no one wants to be around the mall on a day like this". I took that as a queue to get out of there.

I've also seen Vayla in public once since Logan. I went into Manhattan for a day to visit the MoMA and Central Park two weeks ago and noticed her trailing me when I left Penn Station in the morning. She followed me for a few blocks before I confronted her. I told her she could walk with me instead of following me. It was weird at first. She handed me my watch that I've had in my nightstand drawer for the past few months and said that I should wear it for a few days. I still don't understand why but, she walked with me the whole day, visited the MoMA with me, ate hot dogs in Central Park with me, and walked me to the train.

The Helpers generally behave differently on Earth. They seem to have a cautious aire to them, like they're on guard. They tend to look over their shoulders a lot and tend to scan the faces of crowds. I've wondered how easy it would be for a trained eye to spot a Helper in public based on behavior and I've wondered exactly how many Helpers are out there and how big this whole thing really is... does it involve thousands of people? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? I'm not sure but, I can tell you that the Others are here in force along with other factions.

Choice or No Choice

It was explained to me that the differences between an Abductee and a Contactee is that a Contactee is presented with the choice and is a friend. An Abductee is taken against their will and is treated as a lab rat. Both Contactees and Abductees are often chosen by bloodline of original Contactee or Abductee.

Vayla´s faction arrived to Earth first but the bad factions soon followed. The good factions work with Contactees and do not use humans as lab rats while the bad factions (often referred to as They or Them, never with a name when I'm around) take Abductees. The bad factions often try to assume control over Contactees for many reasons, not the least of which is having access to a subject who has been exposed to the other factions technology and progress. When this happens, the Others always move to protect the Contactee once they find them.

I have seen other humans when I'm with the Others, other Contactees. Some of them seem like they're really familiar and comfortable with the environment while others seem like they just arrived. The handful of humans I've seen didn't represent any particular ethnicity (neither do the Helpers). There was a woman I met, a human, who was in tears. She said that her mother would disappear when she was young and would tell her that she was with the Others.

When her mother passed away, the Others would contact her to ask if she'd come with them and she would always say no and for years she thought she was going crazy and hearing voices until that night, when she said yes, and she came to understand how much more there is out there beyond Earth. Seeing other humans isn't necessarily common but, it happens. Sometimes we chat, sometimes we don't. Human's seem to all interact with the main group of Others and Helpers, but different people seem to click with different Others and Helpers in the same way that some humans click with other humans.

Factional Warfare

Sometimes when a Helper goes out, that Helper doesn't come back. There are casualties in their war just as there are casualties in our wars. And the thought has crossed my mind recently that the threatening man at Logan might have been a Hybrid and since that is who they´re fighting, I´m honestly not surprised that there aren't more friendly casualties.

I know that things aren't safe out there, that there are many different types of beings and many different factions within the different species and that many of these species are very similar and have been interacting for a very long time. I know they live a lot longer than us.

There was a time when they, all of these factions, thought of us as primitives but, we have things that they don't have - emotion, courage, defiance - and that we are unlike many others out there because we have these things. And I know that they are learning these things and that we're having a bigger impact on them than they are having on us. And that the bad factions are on a decline and are becoming more dangerous as they are... removed. And I know that they can't help everyone.

The End-Game

They´re looking for something. This thing that they're looking for is information or data of some sort and it was hidden here ages ago, hidden by water or in water or contained in a riddle in a single drop of water.

At one time, there was peace. Before civilizations splintered into factions, there was order and prosperity. The being that hid this thing, this data, away on Earth ruled, governing the civilizations out there in what is vaguely like the United Nations. But this thing that was hidden away, it was revealed and civilizations crumbled. Genome meant nothing as like minded beings joined up with other like minded beings in a race to find it. Whatever it is, it´s exceptionally powerful however, I do not know how it is powerful.

I've been with them as they've searched for it. They don't even know what it is exactly so they're constantly adapting the method of locating it. I know that it's important that they find it and not one of the other warring factions, that this thing they're looking for is exceptionally important.

Family

I tried bringing up the topic of aliens with Leah, the oldest of my sisters, in July. She refuses to even discuss the subject. She claims that she "has alien problems". I tried spinning it into a joke and she fell deadly serious and said they (her and her husband) don't discuss it.

My youngest sister, Kara, also doesn't seem eager to discuss it. She always turns any attempt of engagement on it into sarcastic humor but, once told me that she used to be afraid.

And to this day when I bring things up, like asking my mother or grandmother about the saucer, the circular mark that was etched into the old patio at my parents house, the red light they all saw flood the living room from a window, they always are unwilling to talk about it and seem to retreat within themselves and saying things like "yeah" or "yeah what was that?" as if we were discussing a TV show or something boring and unimportant.

And while I have had these experiences, this is the first time I've ever disclosed them to anyone.

The world is going to change soon. Full disclosure is coming in our lifetime. We will be introduced to the wonders that await for us out there and we will be welcomed as equals.

As for me, please don't try to find me or identify me. Despite my experiences, I'm still a citizen of this world and would only suffer professionally from being identified. This thing that I'm experiencing also involves more than just me.

I have two siblings who have had, and perhaps still are having, experiences with a different faction and there's nothing that can be done about that until that faction is identified. Despite this, the risk of communicating this is well worth it if this message in some way validates the work that you do, if it encourages you and others to continue to strive for the truth.

But the truth is a complicated thing. While much of it can be provided, there are aspects of it that we, as a species, must uncover for ourselves.. However important allies might be, you never know who you'll wind up getting involved with and genome does not guarantee allegiance.

Brian Vike - The Vike Factor, Box 1091 Houston, British Columbia, Canada – VOJ-1ZO

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