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- UFO's are ink and stone to demonstrate we're not alone,
and in a record written plain, we see continued this refrain. Something's
seen in Earthly skies that won't be seen by those despised -- those that
have the facts, they know, would open DOORS through which we'd go; those
that know a piece of truth and put it in their vests, aloof, smirking over
ill got gain they make in mists they help maintain. We don't hear this
in our schools, but from the fringe most played for fools. None the less
-- it is the record, writ by those who are detected in a search of ALL
the data pertinent to futures fated. We'll continue *marching* time and
listing dates of cosmic rhyme. Come along, the ride is thrilling, awe inspiring,
a little chilling -- perhaps it's also (likely) truth . . . that we could
put to gainful use.
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- The eighteenth century saw its end, and UFO's were seen
again. French police were vexed with sightings they could not explain --
they're frightened. "A large red globe" is testified -- a dozen
people saw it fly. And landing in a crowd of folks, a man steps out to
talk, and SPOKE! Police Inspector Jan Lebeuf could make no sense of it
-- you know? He scratched the fleas tormenting him and wondered. "What
the hell's this, then?! The globe *explodes*, to add confusion -- spacemen
disappear . . . illusion? We can't know what those folks saw, but plainly,
they were struck with awe.
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- Captain Banner captained ships. Steady, he was good with
it. Late one night there is a panic! Sailors kick a fuss and racket! Pointing
fingers, gaping eyes, across the water *something* flies!!! A maze of circles,
curving shafts, circular in form -- it's DAFT! Was it cloud or *manmade*
object? What nation flew (?) though not the subject. It came up hard against
the wind, and very nicely settled in. They saw it, plain, for a half an
hour; the captain, serious and dour -- wrote it down within his log the
like of which wakes up your dog!! 1870 was the year; the future's quickly
drawing near.
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- The term itself of flying "saucer" -- provided
by a Texan farmer . . . watching one, described it so. It flew above his
farm, we've known. Ten times seven years would pass before Ken Arnold watched
aghast, and looking for a plane in trouble saw them once again -- their
double. "Skipping saucers on the water," words he *coined* were
coined beforehand. "Flying Saucers (?)" -- an invention by the
press with tongue in cheek, then. Still, and all, these men describe what
they have SEEN in words denied. It is NOT a silly dream, this written gift
of what they've seen.
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- The Persian Gulf in 1880 (?) -- British steamships *steam*
it *greatly*! Written in the Patna's Record, Captain Avern logs his reference.
"[Glowing wheels, building sized, hovered with my ship]" -- he
writes! "[Vivid spokes of glaring light reached out to touch his ship
that night]"! The wheels spun for twenty minutes. Mr. Manning was
a witness. Mr. Brace was there to SEE the wonder of what this could be!
So it was, in legal writing, with a captain badly frightened. So it was
with loyal mates in qualifying future fate. They wrote down what we would
read to drag our OWN conclusions free!
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- Photographed (?) at Zacatecas, 1883 -- prestigious! Joe
Bonilla sighted several -- several HUNDRED, flying level! Flying fast across
the sun these glinting disks were on a run! Seen again ANOTHER day, a run
it was I'd have to say. But photographed? It's new to me. I don't remember
it, you see. If photographed would someone share? Let's see it, please,
if you would dare.
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- We must stop and end the show of mysteries that move
and glow. More is coming on the heels of your delighted shrieks and squeals.
Ain't it wondrous? Ain't it grand, this *kingdom* now so near at hand?
A kingdom made to suit the one who sets it up and makes it run. And not
Jehovah, Emanuel, or Gods and imps -- the usual. But YOU, believing, testing
*faith* that MAKES it happen -- sets the pace. If you think it, then it's
real. That's truer than we know, I feel. If you wish it, it can happen?
What prevents it? YOUR distraction. We have records spanning time, and
filled with wonder, shock, and rhyme. You don't hear it, but it's there,
and won't be heard unless you care.
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- Lehmberg@snowhill.com
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- Do you care?
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- -- EXPLORE Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his
Fortunecity URL. http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ **<Updated
13 November**
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- "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite.
What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno,
burned at the fundamentalist's stake.
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