Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Alone?

We swim water that's there, where we must.



I've written "it comes down to you" how YOU perceive YOUR stars. ...As tiny points of distant light, or *them* more near than far...

See it's what YOU think that matters as you make your feelings known. Would you accept your lot in life believing you're alone?

Alone in all the cosmos? Alone to contemplate? Alone to go un-witnessed as you seek some pointless fate? Alone in sad indifference? Alone to count your beads, alone to be ... oh, good or bad—or something in between?

Alone to count your blessings? Alone to feel cursed? Alone to be respected, glad, or disrespected — hurt? Alone in satisfaction, or alone to be without? Alone in suffered silence... ...alone to scream and shout?

Alone in yawning vastnesses, we'd BE anomaly. We'd be... just freaks of nature in some grand futility. Alone—in matchless time—our candle sputters in a wind we shall not know the source of, and then break were we to bend.

No, alone we have no measure. Alone, we make no sense. Alone, we are a bubble set to pop in sad pretense. Alone we've no authority. Alone we come up short. Alone, there is temptation to believe our own reports.

See, alone we have no reason to behave as would be best. Alone's the lower standard, so we fail every test! Alone, it's like we have no point. Alone, we are forlorn. Alone, we are as good as dead. Alone?  Then, why be born?

It just won't make a shred of sense, pretending we're alone. It staggers one's credulity if that's what you condone.

Life, it seems, must find some way; that's what it does on Earth! It's found in fiery fumaroles, or upon some snowy perch. It somehow lives through ANY strife, be it asteroid or ice. It finds its way, and it survives by paying ANY price!

Given all its grand success, right here on planet Earth, I've reasoned that it's just no stretch that, elsewhere? There's no dearth!

Life, if NOT space-faring, is as thick as fleas on dogs—vermin gassed indifferently by their errant *human* gods. Life will find a way, it seems, through all which comes undone, and will then sense, at last, the sky... ...beyond this "song just sung." Time is just so damned immense, and bigger every DAY is the space that would enclose it—all the egg-heads write and say...

I find it too damned reasonable, when I understand its depth—that if, in fact, we ARE alone? We'll die a slow-rot death.


I've said it before, I know, but even if we WERE alone (...forgetting that this is bereft of certainty given the historical, anecdotal, physical, and photographic evidence...) it would make much more sense to conduct our affairs... as if... we were NOT alone.

We'd treat each other better, I'm betting. There would be more open toleration and cooperation. We'd SEED the asteroid belt, and make it a living ring around its star? The Earth becomes a respected garden instead of a squandered gift? Mars, and perhaps a few moons of Jupiter and Saturn support an efficacious, inspired, and creative humankind? We'd be happier?

I suspect so.  Whatever the result, we wouldn't have our eggs in one basket.  We need to spread out.  Presently one "grenade" would get us all, eh?

Read on!

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Bio of Frank C. Feschino, Jr.



Bio of Frank C. Feschino, Jr.:
An Overview of his ongoing
"Flatwoods Monster" Investigation
by Alfred Lehmberg


Frank C. Feschino, Jr. is a graduate of the Paier College of Art in Hamden, Connecticut, where he studied illustration, commercial art, and photography. He was trained by several world-famous artists including Kenneth Davies, Rudolph Zallinger, and John Massimino. He earned his four-year Fine Arts diploma in 1981. He knows why true is important. He'd hold your high ground.

Feschino next moved to Florida where he studied film and video production at Phillips Jr. College in Daytona Beach. There, he was instructed by legendary Hollywood camera operator Rich Davis, thus honing his technical competence and communication skills. In 1994, Frank graduated with an Associates Degree in Film and Video Production, plus a minor in Business. 


Feschino would come to be interested in UFOs in the early 1990s when he chance visited a relative's farm in Braxton County, West Virginia. Crop circles had appeared there overnight, unexplained to this day; additionally, UFOs were frequently sighted over the region and for many years. This was great material for a one-off project for film-school, Feschino reasoned! 

He very carefully and meticulously documented these anomalies, a perspicacious student of a craft, and then shared his research with British crop circle expert and electrical engineer Colin Andrews. Andrews would subsequently catalog Feschino's information in his world database and even become a major fan of his work. 


During that time, and in pure serendipity, Feschino became aware of the famous "Flatwoods Monster" UFO crash incident of Braxton County. This is that singular "attractor" event which had occurred on September 12, 1952, after a "Summer Of Saucers." Entirely captivated, he dove in. Little did he suspect that his school project "one-off" would become his life's work!


This case, in a quick review, involved a downed UFO and its alien occupant, a 12-foot-tall exo-suited and armor-clad being, we come to find, who encountered a group of unsuspecting local Flatwoods townspeople. This terrifying "close encounter of the third kind" quickly made headlines across the globe, was obsessed about, effusively, on the radio, and was featured just one week later on a nationally broadcasted live TV program. 


The program alluded to, We The People, hosted by Dan Seymour, was an extremely popular show that, but for one show iteration subsequent, would be immediately canceled after the "Flatwoods program..." We'll leave that there... another story, we can read about that, later.


Still, the far-reaching news about the "monster" from West Virginia was actually one of the world's top news stories of the year. Yet, although the popularity and fame of the "Flatwoods Monster" had risen quickly in the public eye, there was a dark downside to the story as well! 


Intelligence Agencies, it can be shown, had covertly stepped into the picture, kept a watchful eye over the unfolding situation, and quickly worked to diffuse it, it would appear. Such seems, abundantly, so. Why? There were reasons good and bad... and weird...


Verily! Inconsistencies in reporting the incident abounded and became horrendous early on, abiding even today! The witnesses were constantly misquoted, the incident was heavily bowdlerized and contrived to seem doubtful, and the forthright witnesses were, and have been, ridiculed and laughed at for decades! 


The government's official explanation reported that the incident was "attributed to hysteria" and the witnesses probably misinterpreted the "monster" as a "big barn owl perched high on a branch at dusk"! ...Hillbilly's skeered o' haints in the dark around Halloween! What's not to laugh at that? Not true on any level, aspect, or indices... of course. All ridicule is ridiculously baseless... and suspicious for that.


This "monster" incident, as well as many other UFO (Summer Of Saucers!) cases in 1952, had the American public worried and agitated because UFO sightings were at a historical (not hysterical!) high over the country that whole year! These UFO encounters were hugely intensifying that entire summer! Here, the cover-up of this alien encounter was determined as necessary by the government, it is reasoned. That actions to squash it were quickly implemented is no stretch... 

Yes... "Mass Hysteria" was indeed, avoided! Existential reality was circumvented, yet again! Yes, this writer asks, "...but, at what cost," ultimately. 


Subsequently, the "Flatwoods Monster" case was well on its way to becoming just a "West Virginia" (heavy eye-roll!) myth of sketchlessly entertaining folklore sullenly degraded to the absurd. ...And scene! 

Heavy Sigh... This writer must momentarily digress, constructively, to observe that "Life may be a part played on a stage," but it does remain that life is not that play metaphored. See, a play's players go home to real lives when the curtain comes down, apart from their momentary and more fictional portrayals flatly irrelevant to day to day actuality. We look forward to and sometimes dread the materiality impacting roughly from the corporeal. We laugh and cry, exhault and suffer to something on the telly or stage, fridges fret their nutritional stockage, rolled socks and underwear in their appropriate drawer, ...personal tragedy and conditional comedy. Romeo and Juliet may be typified and reiterated all over the planet daily in reality, but the play is only allowing us to recognize the reality typical of its even predictable plot, and other plots, in that reality. The play's not the thing, it's the thing allowing us to recognize and remember the thing. 

In a play; however, a curtain must come down. The corporeal reality has no such curtain. It must of needs have more validity than a mere illustration of it. Neither the play nor the reality giving birth to it can have meaning when you can't tell one from the other. That's what can happen when one, even with the best intentions, circumvents reality.

We are individuals of the corporeal in the felt presence of the moment. We are Life's players and subject to the consequences of our performances. Our payments are dire. Critics matter. It seems likely we're best served with the truth, then, or our culture is flawed and self-defeating... sick, only to get sicker. What are we seeing currently?

Suffice to say, returning from our digression, the majority of the public wouldn't believe the Flatwoods tale. The famous "monster" case was to be shelved as a curiously ridiculous legend! ...Only, wait... the real story behind this mysterious alien visitor and the circumstances surrounding its enigmatic incident, extant if in a scattered record, ... was never fully known to the public

That was all about to change! 


You see, in 1952, there were a few people of consciousness and conscience. They believed that this terrifying story actually did happen. Luckily, they left some historical documentation about this case in their books, their published periodicals and private newsletters... their personal correspondence, reader... key evidentiary components lain fallow for decades!  Enter, forty years later, illustrator and filmmaker, Frank C. Feschino, Jr. 


Intrigued and perplexed by the story, Frank picked up this cold, cold case (where it had been left for dead back in 1952), was immediately engaged, and so captivated by same that he must run hard with it, never looking back. Defeating insurmountable obstacles, Feschino would overcome the slings and arrows of incompetent publishers and errant skeptibunkies to truly become the first primary investigator involved in the case since it was originally studied in 1952... ...Feschino would bring the "Flatwoods Monster" case to a whole new level! 


See, while still attending film school, Frank began an intense and extensive investigation into the case. It would become his primary focus and occupation. Now armed with video equipment and newly acquired communication skills, he taped many compelling interviews with a plethora of the first-hand eyewitness. Further, he photographed the many locations involved in the story, untouched by time.


During his arduous, sometimes even personally hazardous, investigation, Feschino traveled extensively in West Virginia, hill to hollow, accumulating a literal mass of information. These included the forgotten works of aforementioned past researchers, unseen and overlooked government documents of vetted officiality, book and magazine publications, and pertinent newspaper articles from around the world! Unsettlingly, he discovered the Flatwoods case's evidentiary trail was covered-up deeply by the officiality and that there remained scattered clues and widespread pieces to this cold-case puzzle, telling a truth, if strewn about—buried all across the country! 


Feschino not only discovered that this alien encounter had indeed occurred, but he also put together an astounding timeline of events actually illustrating 21-sustained hours of unending UFO activity occurring over ten east coast States that day! Ultimately, and reminding the reader that our military forces at that time were under public orders to shoot UFOs down wherever they were encountered, Feschino was able to pinpoint 116 documented locations involving 25 separate and distinct UFOs over those ten States, and he also discovered that four of those UFOs were heavily damaged


These made repeated landings, by report; one of those damaged and downed objects held an occupant that abandoned its craft?! This "occupant" would come to be called, the "Flatwoods Monster."




Feschino fleshes all this out in an analysis of his "Master Map." This cited initiative contained the information included: the plotted points of the UFOs locations, the type of craft described, the time stamps of each object and their flight trajectories... it rather forensically recreated a total scenario for just what had happened in Flatwoods on that harrowing Indian Summer dusk of 1952. 

Shockingly, Frank discovered that by putting all of the individual UFO events into a chronological timeline and piecing it all together where pieces fit, the story demonstrably evolved into two seeming search and rescue missions... perpetrated by extraterrestrials for their fellows! Beyond all credulity, reader, they'd apparently retrieve two of their downed and stranded comrades in West Virginia, one in Flatwoods and the other in closeby Wheeling. The data was followed, reader, and there are no apologies for conclusions reached, indeed so far up this writer's nose he feels toes on his chin. 

Feschino also discovered the logical explanation as to why there were four damaged and downed UFOs in the country that day! Only six weeks earlier, we're now re-reminded, in July, the Air Force revealed that their pilots, "[had] been under orders to investigate unidentified objects and to shoot them down if they can't talk them down." This was lawyer talk for "Shoot them down wherever they are encountered!" Full stop! 

Feschino also revealed his discovery that in July of 1952, the Air Force further admitted that they had scrambled interceptors, "several hundred times as a result of reported sightings of unidentified objects." Man and machine lost to same!

See, Feschino also unearthed another mysterious incident, apart from the "monster in Flatwoods," occurring on that September 12, 1952, involving a United States jet fighter vanishing into thin air shortly before the "Flatwoods Monster" crash-landed in West Virginia! Feschino worked for several years on this case, discovering bupkis! The Air Force would initially report that "absolutely no record of the missing jet or its two-man crew," existed!

Additionally, the United States government "did not have a single record of the airmen" in any of their official holdings, military or civilian! Curious! 

Feschino continued on with his exhaustive investigation, regardless, and rewarded for his perspicaciousness, tracked down and talked face to face with the two airmen's surviving brothers! No record?

The pilot's brother gave Feschino the official documents that the USAF had sent him, then Feschino tracked down the memorial headstone of the pilot in Ocala, Florida. Our intrepid researcher then got hold of several Florida newspaper articles and began to piece the story together... but something was missing, glaringly... the truth? 

Indeed, the explanations given by the Air Force concerning this missing jet case were suspiciously convoluted, contradictory and fragmented... ridiculously incompetent, even, in TWO tries of Flight Evaluations Boards! Having been on more than a few of these boards in a 23 year career, this writer can report that heads roll when you can't get it done in one.

Years later, perhaps even a result of Feschino's revelations in the case, the Air Force finally released the official Sept. 12, 1952, Aircraft Accident Report case file, on microfilm... including the missing jet story.  There was "no record," reported, remember... a result of many provoked "looks," remember...

Feschino evaluated all the cases on the microfilm and quickly discovered that two other September 12, 1952, aircraft accident events were mysteriously missing from the case files—both sent to higher classification! The reader can make of that what they will. Those records remain lost.

Feschino then read, dissected, and reviewed the missing Starfire case and combined its contents with all of his other accumulated data about the missing jet. His conclusion: a massive cover-up was perpetrated... ...that was actually on a much larger scale than the "Flatwoods Monster" incident! Flatwoods was only the unsatisfying end of the story it appears. 

The upshot is that the alluded to Jones / DelCurto story regarding one vanished aircraft and crew fit perfectly into place with all the other covered-up UFO events occurring on September 12, 1952. Air war with ET. It's not a stretch.

Feschino wrote a groundbreaking book, a completed essay map of his investigation into the famous "Flatwoods Monster" incident.  It is titled The Braxton County Monster—The Cover-up of the Flatwoods Monster Revealed, later released as an "Updated and Revised" edition while his investigation is continued and additional information is obtained. Look for more updates. 

The forwards and epilogs for Frank's books were written by nuclear physicist, UFO expert, and fellow author Stanton T. Friedman of Roswell fame. Additionally, Feschino would generously extend recognition and credit to this writer, veteran Master Aviator and writer Alfred Lehmberg, United States Army (retired), who wrote Feschino's recent book cover synopsis and remains to cover Feschino's astonishing initiative. Feschino's convinced this writer, credentialed educator, and retired MA!

Feschino's works have been featured in countless newspaper, magazine, and internet articles throughout the world. The author has also been interviewed by numerous radio talk show hosts including personalities the likes of Whitley Strieber, George Noory, Kate Valentine, Heather Wade and Shadoe Stevens to name a few. While building momentum through the media, Frank caught the eye of several conference promoters and subsequently traveled throughout the United States to spread the word about his UFO research and books of aviation and UFO history. 

For nearly a decade Feschino appeared in, and has headlined for, several UFO conferences, lectures, and book signings. He was also involved in many "Flatwoods Monster" one-man events. In 2007, a groundbreaking exhibition occurred in West Virginia, where Feschino led a cast of lecturers during a two-day, "Flatwoods Monster and Flying Saucer Extravaganza" show, held at the historic Capitol Theatre in downtown Charleston, WV.


Frank has guest appeared on many West Virginia television talk shows, TV news broadcasts and radio programs, and was also featured in the first-ever "Flatwoods Monster" cover story and feature article in the late UFO Magazine. The author and UFO investigator also appeared in an episode of "Monster Quest" on the HISTORY CHANNEL featuring the "Flatwoods Monster" and "Frametown Monster" incidents of 1952. 



Additionally, Feschino also produced a documentary that he wrote, shot, and narrated. It focuses on his investigation into the "Flatwoods Monster" case expanding into an undeclared and largely secret air war with ET. It appears on Youtube

After a 25-year quest to reveal the truth, Frank C. Feschino, Jr. has become the genuine authority on the "Flatwoods Monster" incident and UFO events of September 12, 1952, events at the end of the tortuous "Summer of Saucers" flap of the same year. Today, Feschino continues to be involved in UFO research and currently resides in central Florida.

Read on.

Saturday, October 07, 2017

Meaningful Repetition...

Illustration likely true enough...

Our Heroes Betrayed 
The Flatwoods Monster is the end of the story...
The 65th Anniversary of the Flatwoods Monster Incident
by Alfred Lehmberg with Frank C. Feschino, Jr.

It's September 12th, 1952, and you're a flight officer in the nascent Air Forces of the United States. You've been assigned to an airbase on the azure, green, and frothy white coast of panhandle Florida. You are trained and educated to be part of the pool from which would later be drawn, moon-walking astronauts. You're not arrogant, only appropriately confident; see, with few contenders of this Earth? You and your brothers would compete to rule Earth's skies. 

Ahead: Farnsworth recoils in horror and makes a heartfelt plea, Outrage and Incredulity, Numerical justifications and red flags, ...and your air alert gets called.

Part I of VI
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/08/our-heroes-betrayed-part-i-of-iv.html

Sunday, October 01, 2017

...Take Yours Back...



Here's, then, something clever all the "agencies" must know. It's what keeps them up your backside; it's what drives them up your nose...

It's what keeps them in your business as you try to measure up. But, the scale's always changing. One considers giving up...

The harshest device, a contrivance of culture. Control all the *spice*, is the way that it's done. Compel all the motes to relinquish their freedom to a club, they're persuaded, that will "make the spice run"!

Though... consider the power in personal thought… Power driving nails—swinging hammers. Power that de-complicates the dirty, dangerous job. Power that can slap a face... distress 'the man' to stammers...

See, a person's key, my friend, 
in word and thought and deed. 
It's always been that true—that coldly simple
A team can do what's grand
but do not fail to understand: 
It's the person on a team who makes it twinkle.

This is your importance. This is how you're owed freedom! 
This is why you're "key." YOU MAKE THINGS WORK

Apart from folks like you, the system crumbles from our view. Yet, you're made to feel useless, disdained—their dirt!

Here is where the irony explodes what they'd keep secret and then puts a stunning truth right in the street! Privilege has no privilege where the least withhold providing what it is provides the privileged all their heat!

You are yourself (yes, you alone!) the object that they seek! It's to you they turn their energies. It's to you they wail and shriek. Without you they are doomed to helpless squalors you'd endure were you turned out on an iceberg on command or their adjure!

It's to you they print their papers! It's to you they run their ads. It's to you manipulations they contrive to drive you mad.

See, it's you who buys the car, spends your money, pays the bills… See, it's you they have to fool... to keep you paying! ...And it wouldn't be half bad if they gave some back, it's sad, but the richest must get richer... ...so continue soulless preying.

Yet, it's you who roofs their house, sets their tiles, tends their landscape. It's you who builds the places they inhabit. You must feel no contentment, and enjoy their harsh resentment! See, they charge for ground you'd walk on, friend. They really "let you have it"!

Sure, there're lots of "you"; it's the system; they invent it! If there are lots and lots of "you"? YOU lose your value! You're, then, easier to control as they continue to extol... a system working hard... ...to disallow you!

A smaller population, then, has more respect to savor. The sparser mote has value more in kind. Effort you've expended is to find "the man" dependent... ...on the mercies of your grace, he's shocked to find!

It all comes down to you, and that's the message that you're feeling. It's down to you and freedom you give up. It's you who drives the truck, swings the hammer, spends your bucks... ...It's you with concrete power in your hand so on a cusp!

This is why our "watchers" are in enigmatic "hiding." This is why they won't be "meeting" heads of state. This is why we must atone; we are, by no means, all "alone." This is why we would progress! It's not too late...





Satisfaction is freedom. You just give it over, never expecting to have to take it back.

Your training is against it! The rules are writ against you. But if you want satisfaction's freedom, if you need satisfaction's freedom—if you expect satisfaction's freedom... you're going to have to take it... ...take it back

See, "a chain is as strong as its weakest link" you're quickly reminded by the system.  Though, consider.  That's an admission that the individual matters!  The team-member to provoke the failure alluded to is also the team-member who potentially ensures a success with some new idea individually generated!  In other words, that by now tired old saw, but more proof positive that the individual is key.

Yeah yeah yeah... there is no "I" in team... but there is a "me"!  You just get creative with the letter order and selection... or check the A's interior where it languished all along, eh?