Mushrooms In The Dark

We are power we don't use. I've said it many times. Our reach is exponential and our grasp the gold we find.

...And it won't matter, not at all, those distractions we endure... ...we're mushrooms, to the dark, consigned, and fed a thin manure. Yet, we have minds with eyes that see complete with ears to hear. Our voices swell in righteous song! We can vanquish *any* fear!

Our feelings have sincerity, we're alive, in touch, aware... and we would have some answers to the questions we must, bravely, dare!

Yes! We, by right, will think *those* thoughts and question our *beliefs*! Shared misery's diminished. Shared joy, of needs, increased!

Why, if folks are just a little brave? Then no one's scared or suffers. The "slings and arrows" now endured? ...They fold as culture stutters!

No, it's not to *God* we owe success. "Success" was made despite! *Religion* has done all it can... to filter out our light.

See, don't thank "Gods" who are contrived to do the will of men, who use that cloak of godhood to promote their pestilence? Thank instead your force of will that makes a life more real! It's a quantum leap! Enlightened step! You live a better deal!

We're, perforce, a plucky bunch! We'd -dare- to wrestle truth. ...Though "heaven" was the real "hell," and "hell" a clever ruse!

Though black was something paler, and white a charcoal gray! If dawn were dusk and dusk were dawn, with "night" mistook for "day"! Though beauty was an ugliness making cowards of the bold, and plainness was a loveliness more precious than the purest gold!

If everything we knew was wrong? If profits proved a loss? Would we, still, practice foolishly and value what's, indeed, pure dross?

Most would hate the aliens who'd inhabit outer space. They'd hate for specious reasons always used in such a case. The aliens are... well, alien! We hate what we don't know! We project our fears on that... which threatens "status quo."

Though "no man is an island," I've ever heard it said, and change is a necessity or we're moldy, month-old, bread; we hate ourselves and so hate *them*, assign to *them* our faults; moreover, we're duplicitous, so less than the, complete, adult!

Most think the aliens evil... of a lesser stripe than we. On *them* we hang a minus sign, for *us* pretense we're "free." They're the "spawn of Satan," but do halos light our brow?! What have we wrought down here on Earth? What grace do we show... now?

First: we are, then, that which we hate! It's us apes "crooks" and "thieves"! It's us that's starving children by the millions every week! It's us declaring wars we wage for corporate human greed. It's us that's causing misery, and it's us ignoring, ardent, need!

We vilify the aliens! We paint them worse than us! We *divine* their *motivation* as betrayal of our trust. We do this knowing nothing but the crap on which we're fed, the *news* from "FOX" (insulting us)... denial dipped in well-earned dread...

Agents making war they've caused... support corrupted states, and religious fervor's gas on fire, regenerating hate! The Earth cries out her warning; new diseases cause their blight! And we do less than nothing... ...as we cower in our, hapless, fright!

We're lucky we're *approached* at all! We're lucky if they try! We are damned repellant, folks! We're lucky we don't fry!

We're lucky they don't aim at us some stellar cosmic weapon and wipe us from the cosmos like some bug that they could step on! We're lucky they don't act like us, and roar in guns all blazing! We're lucky they don't slap us down like a freshman at a hazing. We're lucky for a lot of things, as we don't act our part. It's us requires change, not "them" ... (of mind, or hand... but heart)!

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Is the Alien a rule-breaking villain, a black agent in the nameless dark? Is it an intellectual rapist, a serial abuser on a massive scale, or a singularly bizarre kidnapper criminally exacting an unknown ransom?

Is the Alien a being with no respect for humanity, only raw disgust for humanity's sensibilities? Has it naught but disconnected indifference for humanity's creative attributes or individual quality of life?

Does the Alien use humanity as its lowly subordinate and reviled minimum wager; does it squander our savings, inflict disease and pestilence upon us; does it put us out, homeless, onto the streets?

Does it shortchange and abuse our women, manufacture non-effective and dangerous drugs, equipment, and consumables; does it pollute the groundwater and needlessly despoil the environment with toxic waste and planned obsolescence?

Does the Alien spin our history (...cook the very books of it!) or corrupt accurate institutional memory for unjust advantage (to the "textbook producing" class)? Does it pasteurize, homogenize, and sterilize the accounting of history into boring, unrealistic, and untrue accounts of unjustified heroification... ...to intimidate, manipulate, and depreciate the inventive minds of trusting school children?
Does it punish the critical thinker and reward the malleable "employee"?

 Read on...

Laika

November 4th, 1957

Laika...

by Alfred Lehmberg

A hapless female puppy dog... 

ablates in icy space... 

Unloved, beneath respected, 

yet a credit to the race. 

She starved to death; 

her air ran out; 

she burned up... 

but she suffered. 

She was the one, 

the first in space—

concern not made, or offered.

.

She's "just a dog," beneath concern 

of shiny *honored* man. 

She was so completely terrified, 

and she couldn't understand. 

Her ass was shaved

—electrodes placed—

this side of vivisection.

Then blasted into inky space, 

bereft of all affection.

.

Laika was the small dog's name 

we commemorate with verse. 

She's the one so chosen, 

and in space? She was the first. 

Of all the flesh that ever was 

from right back to the Cambrian, 

she's the first to breathe in space—

our very special champion.

.

Forty years and then they choose 

to honor with a plaque... 

the sacrifice she made unasked; 

though it caused her death, in fact. 

Better late than never, 

but then so much better still... 

to—long ago—

have placed her stone 

on the highest sun-washed hill.

.

For half a year she spun the sky, 

to Earth at last, ablaze. 

I wonder if some saw her 

as she burned up in those flames. 

Perhaps a child, 

chance looking up, 

to see her "shooting star," 

made a wish for her own puppy... 

and then ate a candy bar.

.

Laika

Flatwoods... It's Important

Flatwoods... It's Important

by Alfred Lehmberg

Why is the Flatwoods case important? The Flatwoods case is important because… and let’s take the scenic route OK? ...Flatwoods is important because UFOs continue to intrude or reveal themselves as important, don’t they? In sighting after sighting after unprovoked sighting…

See, apart from the gleeful psychopathic hoaxing, the ignorant journalistic sneering, the angrily dismissive proclamations of reductionist science... ...and the curiously inept presentations of UFOs by corporate media? UFOs continue to reveal themselves–outside official channels–to thousands of individuals simultaneously, periodically, and have done so for thousands of years. Sneer at peril.

Indeed–now think about it–but it seems disclosure is to be facilitated more as a “bottom-up” revelation, and not a top-down activity … “take me to your leader” is decidedly out of fashion and already shown to be as unsuccessful as it is duplicitous.

Too, consider, perhaps it’s this alien approach to rank and file humans and not the corrupt self-empowered leadership which explains the piqued reluctance of those aforementioned hoaxers, journalists, reductionists, and corporate captains … I digress …

These undoubtedly and indisputably seditious mass sightings we just talked about include numerous well-documented references sailing back through recorded history... passed the recent affairs of Phoenix, South Indiana, and Texas, back all the way to the middle ages, biblical times, and beyond, but specifically in 1952 from June to September of that year, during the biggest UFO flap in History: The Summer Of Saucers.

The Summer Of Saucers gives every indication that UFOs, without regard to where they come from or even how they manifest themselves—and stated as simply as it CAN be stated: UFOs are the reality and the truth. At its most simple, UFOs just are.

Now, it’s my considered intuition and long experience regarding even an unsettling truth … is that an aggregate humanity is BEST served by facing that truth and ILL served by looking for excuses to turn away from it. You can’t put the dentist off forever, eh?

To that end, the Flatwoods case and the implication of Feschino’s incisive research into it are of paramount importance because that specific Feschino research, TO WHICH WE REFER, is so detailed, mapped out, tacked down, cited, and exhaustive … it stands revealed as the most documented UFO case ever, without exception, in history. Even Stan Friedman admits it’s the best documented case he’s seen …

Moreover, Feschino’s Flatwoods research supports the avoided, corporate abhorred, and alleged uncomfortable truth about things ufological, provides support for that ufological truth’s ongoing assessment, and, I suspect, provides humanity with its ticket to a future truth about UFOs and a more experiential existential... a more complete corporeal.

This is forgetting that it provides all manner of gravitas to other valid studies, honest researches, and serious investigations.

This is the singular relevance of the so-called Flatwoods Case. See, besides facilitating our ticket to the future, it’s the best placed and most finely crafted nail in the coffin of our ignorance regarding all things, this writer suspects! A lance, even, for the boil of that ignorance.

This post only outlines the importance of the Flatwoods case, of course… a case otherwise highlighted by the needlessly abused sensibilities and even physical health of innocent Americans, it is highlighted by lost and forgotten soldiers and airmen following orders to shoot UFOs down with state of the art jets in a secret and so undeclared war, and it is highlighted by billions of 2016 dollars in lost aircraft and military equipment.

Very messy and paradigm-changing, I make no apologies, and the ETH so far up your nose you feel knees on your top lip—am I right? ...But truth, though these heavens fall, I suspect, or we are all just deluded fools.

That’s the truth of the Flatwoods case… it is too well documented to be disbelieved or discarded out of hand, so belief regarding all UFOs is begged!

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.

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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!

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 truth 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 Associate's 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 that 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."

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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 close by 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.

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

Part II of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/08/our-heroes-betrayed-part-ii-of-iv.html

Part III of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/09/our-heroes-betrayed-part-iii-of-iv.html

Part IV of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/09/our-heroes-betrayed-part-iv-of-iv.html

...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...

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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? 

"The Man" & Justified Quarantine...

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Just tell me what your deal is! Yes, be up front with me! Tell me what your thinking is! Let's sail charted seas!
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Life's made short, so why live lies? Long life must then betray you! As time goes by your lie's found out; your *life-styles* bugger virtue.
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Just indicate your thinking, please! Include those darkened corners. Or, showing real courage? Make your self your own informer!
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...Spend ANY time outside at night ... Just keep on looking up? You SEE the damnedest things appear! "These ain't just coffee cups"!
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Most folks thinking: something's in... the night, and day skies, too! These are qualifying folks, good friend, believing what is true!
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Christ, you can see it on your CRT... ...from the Hubble's humbling reaches…? The planets? ...Numbered grains of sand... on a billion planets beaches!
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...And ET's shan't confound us! They're not much different than... seeing smoke across a river where we thought no folks lived then…
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Drake works out "equations," and assumptive though they are? Its suggestion, rather strongly? There are aliens, near... not far!
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Too, I know that change is scary! Compare these, friend; we must! ...What WE'VE performed *discovering* ... someone not as strong as us!
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Yeah, we've *pacified* the natives. We'd *domesticate* the few. The rest we'd treat like animals! Hell, we've cooked some up for stew!
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...It comes to that? We'd fight them...!...But, the inverse could be true! It could be... ...they're teaching us... ...To widen up our view!
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All we want's best satisfaction! ...Though, it can't be bought with money. Raw wealth and pleasure palaces? They're empty spaces, crumbling.
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Just tell me what you're doing! Where does the money go? I fear the world I live in! I want answers someone knows!
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You'd say I don't want to know... I'd say you don't want me to know! The "why" is the edge-of-your-seat stuff.
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You know who you are... the rest are cursed as your unwitting facilitators, surrogates, and fan boys. The deplorables.
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See, does the UFO mean more autonomy for the individual? Could UFOs mean that the individual could more easily secede from the "approved"—if derelict—institutions and organizations only abusing the individual? Could UFOs mean that more individuals might have their own castles in a burgeoning 21st Century middle class? That's what scares the man the most. An autonomous individual, you see, must be treated with the same concern and respect that the man reserves for his few equals.
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...Can't have THAT! Autonomy is a club where membership can only be secured by buying in and who can buy in has a privileged titration, sieve, or locus.
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The demonstration of that "respect" for titration, sieve, or locus costs money and power. The man is reluctant to pay that out to anyone, even his own! Forget everyone else. For every Musk there are a dozen Mercers.
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I think most people are driven into isolation from a perceived threat. That threat doesn't have to be real, mind you. That threat CAN be a ruse used to manipulate and coerce. Your *tree* produces fruit, reader. ...You happy with the quality of your fruit or lack of same? I suspect you are, and that's the problem, neatly.
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Conversely, people want to get along! These must not be trained, encouraged, and otherwise falsely convinced to go the other way! Squeeze a lemon and the juice goes in your eye.
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In a similar fashion, a good, credible philosophical "deal" is just not perceived from the dust-bowel environs of comfortably klasskurtxian and pelicanistic skepti-bunky apologists... ...uber-anthropomorphic brigands most likely the root cause of ALL the unshared misery seriously fountaining from this... aggregate lack of respect and minimized individual responsibility we've practised... we've endured ... across the board! Bear with me here. There is too much respect meted out to that which has no respect for you, reader.
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We're not being true to ourselves. We're not respecting ourselves. Consumed with self-hatred? We're not loving ourselves, so tragically, we have no capacity to love outside ourselves. Us or them!
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This would go a long way to explaining that "not landing on the White House lawn" thing. Eh? It may even justify a conjectured quarantine.
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Yeah, I broad brush, but a lot of the paint still sticks. No apologies here.
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...Read on.
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Restore John Ford!

Our Heroes Betrayed - Part IV of IV

Our Heroes Betrayed 

The Other Side Of The Flatwoods Monster

The 65th Anniversary of the Flatwoods Monster Incident

by Alfred Lehmberg with Frank C. Feschino, Jr.

PART IV of IV

Before: Institutional infidelity, by the book official obfuscation, and Fish in Denmark.

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Officiality would appear to stumble. Simple addition fails to add up. Intellectual cowardice seems manifest.

Most interesting were the transcripts from the two official "Aircraft Accident Investigating Board" meetings held at Tyndall AFB. These were contained in the examined 65-page accident report Feschino received. Feschino studied the transcript from the original board meeting and found that it was filled with outrageous inconsistencies, a lack of information and was in the altogether, a convoluted mess. To wit:

The four persons at the Tyndall tower in control of the jet when it vanished offered absurd answers to the investigating board! They were vague in giving specific information throughout the meeting. Furthermore, during most of the assemblage, these tower controllers failed to give the investigators the specific times of the jets location throughout its flight, even when asked point blank! Why were these tower controllers being so evasive with their answers to the board? Why were they conducting themselves regarding details about the incident like it was pulling eye teeth? Why were they so evasive in giving pertinent times that would reconstruct a timeline of events? Why were they even allowed this inexplicable recalcitrance?! 

It seems obvious to this writer that the tower men were avoiding the questions so as to not be forced to reconstruct a timeline painting a very different picture of events from what actually occurred! As recorded unquestionably, the answers given by those officials in control of the jet were professionally abominable and a disgrace to the two vanished pilots who disappeared under their watch! 

Well, that first board didn't fly! A second board was convened, "in order to reach a comprehensive conclusion in the case," according to the AAIB. Here reader, after further review which included unwarranted, unsubstantiated, and degrading "second thought" accusations against the pilot, the board revealed their conclusion in a "Report of AF Aircraft" paper.

"The primary cause of this accident was that the pilot failed to keep himself oriented at all times while on instruments." 

As alluded too, this writer was a master military aviator. The preceding is a handy goto in blame assignment, especially when the pilot's dead.

The document also states that the "Contributing cause factors" concerning the missing jet blamed both the pilot and Tyndall Tower controllers; "1. Pilot failed to exercise proper emergency facilities available to him. 2. Tyndall Tower failing to properly advise the pilot to declare an emergency and go to the emergency 'D' channel."

Well there you have it reader, both the pilot and the tower were at fault! Wait! This is not over yet! 

Three days later, a "REBUTTAL STATEMENT" by the Tyndall "Tower Officer-In-Charge was filed to clear the tower men of their incompetence and put the entire blame on the pilot. Later, in January of 1953, this rebuttal was approved and any other persons previously castigated were officially stricken from the record by the "Acting Deputy Inspector General"! The hapless pilot was given the full blame for his own disappearance!

The cause was determined to be: "Pilot's failure to exercise emergency facilities available to him."  Blame the dead guy is ever the rug under which an inconsistency can always be swept... where that is allowed.

Again, the "contributing cause factor" of the missing jet was blamed on the pilot or "pilot error." Subsequent to his error, the jet was said to have "flamed out" or run out of gas!

But wait! Upon further analysis and review, Feschino discovered that the stories provided by the Air Force to the newspapers, as compared to the information contained in the original ADC telegrams and Tyndall letter to the family, and then the 65-page accident report... were NOT the same! That's just... sloppy! This cannot be the result of TWO Flight Evaluation Boards! Yet, it was.

Yes, each version of the missing jet was demonstrably different from the others, each containing varying accounts of the whole affair! For example, Feschino discovered that the 65-page report actually contained THREE different times where the jet was said to have run out of gas and "flamed out." This is an occurrence, the reader is reminded, that can only happen once! Yet, this point was never raised or addressed during any of the two boards held at Tyndall AFB, which were said to be, "strictly fact finding" by Major Pompetti, the acting president of the "Aircraft Accident Investigating Board." Sincerely, no "facts" were found, iterated, or examined!

Additionally, the report actually gives two different time lengths for the total duration of the jet's flight from takeoff to disappearance, which shows a four-minute differential. This is just the mere tip of the misreported iceberg. It is apparent that one end of the subterfuge didn't know what the other end was doing! There is much, much more...

Additional examples of this cover-up show that during the initial press conference, for example, it was never said that Jones was flying his F-94B with any other F-94 B jets on this alleged "routine weather training mission." Yet the Tyndall AFB letter from Kleine to the Jones family stated there were "three other aircraft" with him during the mission ...and Chidlaw's original telegram to the family stated "all aircraft." 

Finally, the Aircraft Accident Report revealed that there were actually FIVE other jets that were part of that "B" flight mission that day! Why the varying information concerning the number of jets with Jones during the period specified? ...Just sloppy, or contrived obfuscation?

A mysterious complication had also arisen that day, perhaps kicking off the cover-up of the missing jet... later spiraling an operational reality into a web of spackling lies and contrived deceit. It all began with "a set of unusual circumstances" at Tyndall AFB. It was reported that Tyndall Range (specifically Navigation communications/radio NAV) went off the air after an hour into the mission of "B" flight!  Several pilots advised that their radio compasses were inoperative and all they could hear was static. Needles no longer pointed to navigation stations. That's not good.

Air war with ET at night?

The explanation: this was said to have occurred during an "alleged power change-over to test the emergency power at the base"... This, during the exact time three jets were just beginning letting down procedures! This simply does not happen, reader! You don't screw around on tests with aircraft in near-emergency trying to get down!

Nonetheless, one of those jets was being piloted by Jones! What was that, reader? An unscheduled power change-over test taking place at the base during the time when numerous jets were just descending propitiously to land likely low on fuel? Who would authorize that ridiculous and dangerous order, this writer and retired military master aviator asks? 

Then disaster strikes! At switchover, the emergency power failed to go on at that point and the radios failed to operate for a full five minutes. Subsequently, the power maintenance personnel were allegedly contacted on landline and advised to reset the commercial power by these concerned tower controllers. This is an absurd explanation! Who pulled the switch for the radios, and why?

Here, reader, is the point in time where the story loses any coherence and just spirals out of control. Posted: the convoluted lies and cover-up all seem to have begun here at Tyndall AFB on September 12, 1952! There's a book about this. 

What actually caused the base to lose power, and what happened during those lost five minutes? This, friends and neighbors, might be seen to be the beginning of the end of the Air Force's cover-up concerning missing jets!

Blame the dead guy?!

See, upon further analysis and review to reach a coherent conclusion, remember, Feschino discovers that the original story given to the newspapers by the Air Force spokesmen, when compared to the information contained in the original ADC telegram and Tyndall letter to the family, and then the 65-page accident report... flatly, there were NOT the same! Each version of the missing jet was inexplicably different and contained varying accounts of the whole affair! How is this overlooked in two flight eval boards?

After years of inquiry and with all the information he had in hand, Feschino put together a meticulous timeline of events recreating the scenario as told by the Air Force. His concise initiative shows authorities to be perpetrating a seeming massive cover-up, perhaps! He found that the circumstances of events involving the disappearance of the two airmen and their jet did NOT happen the way the Air Force explained it. That scenario, chronicling a vast impossibly, was without challenged sense! The story, especially given the loss of life and high dollar machine, just didn't add up.

Yet reader, with all the consistencies and holes in the Air Force's story, the contributing cause factor of the missing jet was still assigned blame to the pilot. Dismissively, in anticlimax, the story ended when the Starfire jet was determined to have inevitably, and simply, run out of gas...

This "futile flameout" allegedly occurred over the Gulf of Mexico about 70 miles northwest of Tampa. The F-94B jet was reported to be on a southeast heading toward Tampa's MacDill AFB and being guided by their control tower after being handed off by the Tyndall tower controllers.

Close to closing, this writer asks the following questions:

1. When Jones was flying southeast across the Gulf of Mexico and supposedly, lost and low on fuel, why didn't Tyndall tower redirect him back towards their home base instead of guiding him all the way across the Gulf to MacDill in Tampa? The weather was better. In actuality, close examination of Air Force records shows that the F-94B jet was being directed into increasingly adverse weather conditions as it traveled southeast toward Tampa! 

2. How did the MacDill AFB lose track of this jet when it was in last voice communication with the pilot and simultaneously tracking it on radar? For The Record: MacDill AFB had a massive ground control approach radar nicknamed, "HOMER."

Additionally, it's noted that during the course of this entire episode that Jones was supposedly lost and FUBARing around over Florida, the Gulf of Mexico, and Georgia, he was in voice communication and being tracked by radars in the following locations... yet the USAF still couldn't get this jet back home and on the ground.

A. Tyndall AFB, Panama City, FL.

B. Moody AFB, Valdosta, GA;

C. Tallahassee Airport, FL.

D. MacDill AFB, Tampa, FL.

3. Was this jet actually lost throughout the southeast or was it directed to and actually chasing a UFO and being guided by Air Force radar?

4. Why did Jones and DelCurto fail to eject from their plane after it allegedly flamed out? A mission planned over water would have some kind of crew flotation. That was the rule when this pilot served just a few years later... No, sounds all too familiar, folks. Money paid, the reader takes his chance.

5. The jet was said to be lost (four radars?) and low on gas, then disappeared approximately 70 miles off the west coast of Florida over the Gulf waters as it headed toward MacDill AFB. At the time of the jet's disappearance, it was in communication with MacDill tower. This writer asks: Since the approximate last location of the jet was known, why was the Air Force unable to find any wreckage of the jet or the airmen's bodies?  

Consider, too, a sobering quote made forty years ago! In reference to lost American airmen and their aircraft in his 1977 book, Situation Red, well-known UFO researcher Leonard Stringfield wrote that, "...Back in the early 1950s, when I knew of the jet scrambles that sometimes led to disaster, I agreed with Keyhoe's writings that in these we may know the intent of the UFO. I also agreed that 'losing our aircraft to the UFO' may have been the reason for official secrecy, fearing the public would panic if they knew the truth." 

Stop.

The injustice of all this official, even IF well meaning, obfuscation and slight of hand buggers belief, reader! ...Throws it over a wing-backed chair and has its way with it!

...That such selfless nerve of valiantly gallant men should earn these repellently unjust "rewards" of censure and condemnation. Outrageous!

Courageous men, brave and true, were killed in bizarre and inexplicable situations or never seen again, but subsequently remembered as unremarkable failures of their National faith and military professionalism, running out of gas or just steering into the ground, panicked in flights of two, three, and four, officials would have us believe. This writer was a military aviator, a Master, awarded Master Wings. This is just the way a fallen pilot would NOT prefer to be remembered, eh?  ...And for what?

To keep us in our infant's crib and beholden to psychopaths and oligarchs, milking what's left from fossil fuel to degrade the life quality of working people denied their keys to inner and outer space?! Mores the rub!  Courage is betrayed! Cowardice is institutionalized.

Shambling in devolution to its alternative Bethlehem to be born, a Nation would seem to abdicate its nobility, the remotest ability to see beyond itself... all enlightenment and personal enrichment—any reasonable and appropriate satisfaction—self-denied! The Low Road.

There's a higher road. This writer suggests that higher road. Embrace the conjecture that we cannot be alone in a universe of space, time, and surface area, areas easily hidden behind a grain of sand held at arm's length anywhere in the day or nighttime sky. Wrap your arms around this yawning expanse to achieve a new humility sans all hubris... elevate yourself higher than you would have imagined, rewarded by unending frontiers currently hidden by a virtual infinity of those self-same sand grains. We begin by honoring the memories of men and women bravely fallen in our service.

Be intrepid, gallant, and fearless like Lieutenant Jones. Celebrate persons of consummate bravery; don't dismiss, degrade, and defile their memory for the short-sighted convenience of men not worth a back-hand from the pilots they betray! Bad news does not get better with age, if it is bad, and this writer's intuition is that much of it is far from just that. Salvation and a kingdom could be at hand in truth! 

Now reader, looming on the closing of this essay, let us not forget that the upcoming September 12th is the 65th anniversary of the "Flatwoods Monster" incident, as well as another monumental event—an overlooked event! This is an event where numerous UFO sightings occurred along the east coast of America, which has now come to be known as the "September 12, 1952 Flap." On that historic day, there were numerous documented UFOs sighted, which flew, landed, and or were forced down by jet fighters ordered, Presidentially, to "Shoot Them Down."

This becomes abundantly apparent when Feschino documents the flight characteristics of four UFOs which eyewitnesses described as being on fire, exploding with pieces falling away from these strange craft, making strange in-flight noises, flying erratically (many at tree top level), all while making crash-landings (or being forced down!) throughout the east coast.

Ultimately, Feschino pinpointed 116 locations in ten east coast states during 21-hours of sustained active that day and was able to segregate these numerous objects by their shapes, sizes, colors, manner, locations, flight paths and sighting times along a trace of their flight paths!  He concluded that twenty-five different unidentified objects had actually passed over ten eastern States during the "September 12, 1952 Flap," including, Delaware, Maryland, North Carolina, Ohio, Pennsylvania South Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, Washington, DC, and... West Virginia. 

One of those four damaged craft landed in Flatwoods, West Virginia. From it emerged a twelve-foot-tall corporeal being of some existentiality, subsequently terrifying a group of unsuspecting local citizens. The repercussions of this event shocked the entire world and is still remembered today, thanks to the likes of persons the caliber of Frank Feschino, Jr., Stanton Friedman, and the many others since the 50s, persons who assisted in discovering the truth about this very compelling close-encounter incident. It was certainly a monster of the time. CE3K stuff, this writer says true.

Closing at last, reader, let us now reflect, again, upon what Robert Farnsworth shared on July 29, 1952.

"I respectfully suggest that no offensive action be taken against the objects reported as unidentified, which have been sighted over our nation. Should they be extraterrestrial—such action might result in the gravest consequences, as well as possibly alienating us from beings of superior powers. Friendly contact should be sought as long as possible." 

Mr. Farnsworth, hats off to you, sir! You were absolutely right in this writer's opinion, and the outcome of the offensive actions made against UFOs was made apparent on September 12, 1952... ...not just at Flatwoods. There's more to Flatwoods than the Green Monster...

In memory, then, of all the fallen airmen ordered to take up brave steel to go out against UFOs and who never returned home...

Read on...  

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

Part II of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/08/our-heroes-betrayed-part-ii-of-iv.html

Part III of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/09/our-heroes-betrayed-part-iii-of-iv.html

Part IV of IV
https://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2017/09/our-heroes-betrayed-part-iv-of-iv.html