The Saucer Flap's Map

Once upon a time last Century...

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MASTER MAP OF THE SEPTEMBER 12, 1952 
UFO FLAP ("The Summer Of Saucers"

The Saucer Flap's Map

by Alfred Lehmberg

This is a short discussion on a map depiction of West Virginia illustrated with a timeline of cited UFO sightings in the State over a specific period of time. What will be so astonishing about this initiative is the following, taken in steps. 

See, reader, if the illustrated map above were just a depiction of UFOs comprising their activities over WV for the past decade... it would be impressively compelling enough! That's fair.

It must wholly shock surprised sensibilities to discover, then, that a single year was depicted?  ...How about a month's depiction? ...It's nearly impossible, so difficult, to get your head around, at all... but a single day is simply incomprehensible...! 

How about, reader, an hour and some minutes in change?!  Such was indeed so...

There is, as has now been ferreted out, that historic flurry of "highly strange" activity here signified, reader! Verily, this writer suspects that were the facts all known, one might feel compelled to put their heads down between their knees for some swooning faint-headedness... or even crash positioning!

Beginning, now, to dispel the hoary myth of your reflex debunker's "conventional wisdom" regarding the Flatwoods affair, and according to September 12, 1952, Project Blue Book records, the flaming UFO to fly west over the Capitol as reported was the "well known Washington area meteor." Yeah, we'll just put our tongue in a smiling cheek on that... red herring as that was. Remains, the Akron Astronomy Club report stated that this so-called "Washington FIREBALL" was sighted at "Approximately 7:00 P.M. E.S.T."  Noted!

This same report also stated the length of time it was sighted. The object was recorded as having a "Duration: 5-6 seconds."  Note that, reader!

Discover that contrary to the Air Force's suspicious evaluations and convenient findings on this alleged and "all explaining" single "Fireball meteor," (Rather like Kennedy's "magic bullet,") Frank Feschino, Jr. would reveal some new wrinkles in their "too pat" with his own research's "obvious otherwise." Gravy must be for goose and gander, stuff has to add up, and Occam demands it. A thesis can be complicated, of needs! That's Occam!

See, That "duration of 5-6 seconds" was to endure quite an impossible stretch of its short time, remembering a vast surface area covered by the sighting of same; that area almost including all three coasts and our border to the north! A magic meteor, verily, and defeating time and space!

No, it was going to be a busy night history would record, and it would be a night shaken in the teeth of a complete unknown! Some consummately intrepid souls, reader, would even disappear (with their craft!) without a trace! This was not a singular event! This would happen with some regularity during 1952s "Summer Of Saucers"!

For many years, Frank Feschino, spelunking soberly and diligently, searched tirelessly for and then compiled Sept. 12, 1952 UFO reports from various documented, if disparate, sources. Feschino also worked laboriously with other researchers, archivists, historians, and librarians to this end. 

He was to find a wealth of information contained in obscure national and regional newspaper articles from which named Newspapers were quoting at the time of the weird affair. These articles gave information about the numerous... just a plethora, reader, of UFOs and their witnesses! 

...Sky objects, flying saucers, mysterious lights, or so-called "meteors." These were unquestionably seen on that day... and especially in that hour and scant minutes, remember, in some helter-skelter of a ufological hurley-burley over Flatwoods where witnesses would be scared spitless, folks got sick, and one dog died, suspiciously!

Amassing other, near archeological finds, Feschino continued his research unearthing several all-but-lost magazine articles containing valuable corroborating information about the mysterious Flatwoods UFOs of September 12, 1952.

First person witness Donald Morrison with Frank Feschino

Throughout this investigation, Feschino unearthed even more first-hand UFO witnesses from around the area of interest. These were credible witnesses who sighted UFOs that night in the Flatwoods area. Ivan T. Sanderson found these Flatwoods Folk similarly so.

Furthermore, some of the most abundant UFO information Feschino was to find was actually contained in the heretofore unsifted civilian and military reports of the September 12, 1952 official military Project Blue Book files. More corroboration comes as a result of Feschino's careful sieving!

Feschino compiled his data and then separated all of the UFO sightings from around the country into categories by State. This was an arduous task. 

Painstakingly, he then plotted all of the location points of these UFO sightings. By using the reported times of the sightings and their witness described flight path trajectories, Feschino was able to determine a series of definite patterns. Patterns perceived indicate, perhaps, the patterns of revealed new intelligence.

See reader, by piecing together a meticulous timeline of documented events occurring that night, Feschino was able to discover that there were actually several different UFOs on several different flight paths, all flying in various states of reported damage and distressed disarray across the United States! Note that Feschino's timeline told a very different story than the "single Fireball meteor" explanation as rather fatuously touted by Project Blue Book officials.

On September 12, 1952, several UFOs were sighted over nine eastern states during 21-hours of sustained UFO activity.  Down where the weird rubber meets the even weirder road?  Most of the ufological activity occurred in and around Flatwoods for just over an hour! 

These sightings CANNOT be attributed to a lone Fireball meteor only "said" to have passed over Washington D.C. that night at 7:00 PM. EST. for a duration of 5-6 seconds!  Meteors don't hang in the air, at different places and times and at the same time, reader, for almost a full day, eh? The reflex debunker would seem to over-fluff his debunking "explanation."

Pursuit!

Feschino plotted 102 locations—yellow stars on the above maps—where credible witnesses sighted and reported different UFOs flying directly over the following eastern region States of the country:

1. Delaware

2. Maryland

3. North Carolina

4. Ohio

5. Pennsylvania

6. Tennessee

7. Virginia

8. Washington D.C.

9. West Virginia

...Additional states where UFOs were sighted on September 12, 1952:

10. California

11. Illinois

...Curiously, and with Feschino wondering why, the Project Blue Book records did not include the sightings occurring over Delaware, Ohio, or Tennessee. This is curious given credible reports from other sources.

Documentation also shows that on September 12, 1952, credible American civilians and Military officials in those nine eastern states reported UFO sightings to the following agencies and offices:

1. The Pentagon

2. USAF Bases

3. The Air Defense Command Headquarters located at Ent AFB, Colorado Springs, Colorado.

4. The United States Navy

5. State Police Headquarters

6. Local Police Headquarters

7. Airports

8. Civil Aeronautics Administration

9. Newspaper offices

10. Numerous "Lettered" Government Agencies

11. The FBI

Moreover, Feschino's documentation also shows that four of the UFOs passing over the United States that night had displayed different "characteristics" than the others. This is to come of note when one remembers that a not so secret *war* had been all but formally declared on them just a few months before! 

The reporting pointed to four UFOs having pieces falling from them, frankly. They were "exploding." They were on "fire." They displayed sparkling showers of strange glittery matter, all while flying, erratically, at treetop level and making distressed whooping noises. 

Yes. Quite the whirling dervish of a garden variety "meteor," eh? 

Furthermore, it was documented that a commercial airline pilot actually reported a meteoric UFO nearly clipping the wing of his passenger plane near Wheeling, WV that night!  Feschino's map would show that this particular "meteor" was actually one of the four "damaged" UFOs.

Furthermore, it is worth noting that even though these objects were flying quickly at very low levels, not one sonic boom was recorded anywhere that night!  See, this fact also discounts a meteor. Like jets, transonic meteors boom, and crackingly! It sounds like popping corn in a quiet night and can rattle a windowpane. This writer has heard them himself. 

Though, all four of these UFOs shared, additionally, one major common factor.  All four of the objects made crash-landings and then took off again. Combined, these objects crash-landed a total of twelve times in two different states! This writer has had his craft shot-up and down in combat and commiserates with it being difficult to remain in the air even shot around!

In conclusion, these four objects were more appropriately conjectured as heavily damaged UFOs and definitely NOT meteors. Occam is satisfied given hoof prints and reports of zebras. To date, NO meteoric impact pits in those areas have been found.

See reader, the "well known Washington area meteor of 12 September," was actually one of the four damaged UFOs that night, I repeat again for emphasis. That UFO passed over the Capitol on a western heading at about 7:00 P.M. EST.

It continued west, flew over Virginia, passed over West Virginia, redirected south above the State and then flew over Flatwoods, landing there as described. The craft was sighted by a group of boys who went to investigate its observed touchdown...

The rest is HISTORY...

Unbelievable, but true.

Obscene, Unjust—But True.

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Write this off as wallowing a bleak naiveté—still preferring the Sympatico might hear—though, ever are there those of whom I'd likely never find... ...I reflect that these are used to—ruled by—fear.

Likely way beyond "experience," and served up all contrived, this "fear of things" addresses what we're not. See, it's absent in the actions of the ones who make their living with this puzzle, they're not showing, we've all got!

It's everybody's puzzle, and we all should get to question gravid mystery that lies—or cheats and teases. The ones who are researching are the ones so often hurting for the 'one' who's always done... just what he pleases.

Remember, then, John Ford, to be reminded his confinement is a black mark on the labors we perform. "…Into UFO research? Then you might be like that 'loon': the 'flying saucer killer' named John Ford."

See, let the 'man' grind down on him without a single peep from you? ...And that deed is quicker done on you and me! If they cap off Johnny Ford, well then they've drawn their threatening sword, and they slash and hack at chances you'd be free!

Some of these are wolves who prowl a "land" they think they're owning, and are pissing on its corner's stems and twigs. These are vaulting over tick-turds so distorting apt researches!  They're dismissive as a swine farm full of pricks.

The *glee* that they're displaying when they vilify subjectives: It's a game the meanest children always play.  See, it's children they're revealing while engaged in doubtful dealing is what the field has evolved to? ...Hard to say!

Too, suffer wrongful take-downs with indifference at your peril!  It won't be long they've made their way to you. What salvation will appear, my friend, when you're the one who needs it! Recall John Ford is languishing! Obscene, unjust—but true.

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*Machines* exist—likely, always have... Still, we pretend, superficially, to eschew our criminal machines opting, in all pretense, for a more evenhanded efficacy in society. It remains, we tolerate our *machines* and pretend they are not there... when they appear to do our bidding or provide an illusion that they're staying out of our personal business while doing those "other" people's business... there's a load, well defined, eh?

The "cooperation" alluded to is short lived at best—likely, it always is. They don't have that requisite respect for individuality, remember. Respect for "individuality" is contrary to a fat profit margin and a corpulent—forgetting a thoroughly reptillian—bottom line...

John Ford's discovered such as this, n'est ce pas?

Verily, we must blow our horns now and again lest they are presumed to be funnels, friends and fellow motes!  Sometimes your horn's—even timid—music dispels its antithesis, I've experienced.  Why?  

Because music, an under the RADAR communication, is compelling language after all! Consider rock n' roll, eh?  This language helps you "see" what is "meant."  That's why poetry will always have a relevance.  Also, in addition to the preceding: this musical language can be said to say things that could not otherwise be said, it's been said.  Poetry "says," reader!

A song: it's repeated to an efficaciousness, potentially, or not repeated at all.

Restore John Ford!

Read on.

Soaring Cleavers

Giordano Bruno

  Soaring Cleavers By Alfred Lehmberg

From a quote by Giordano Bruno... On soaring to the infinite: 

"I cleave the heavens and soar! What others see before them I leave far behind me."

  

...Said upon looking through a telescope for the first time...

Naturally, his capering and less intrepid detractors burned him alive for it. He was perhaps the first to consider that we were not alone in our universe of ever-expanding and unknowable vastness... vastnesses beyond sense, space/time, and surface area... ...senses, space/times, and surface areas not even restricted to the universe currently inhabited or endured, eh? He got his "just" rewards. No good deed goes unpunished.

See... similar to anything else happening in the universe (like humankind), even the universe doesn't happen only once! No, there are multiple universes. That's the confident math. Truly, beyond the grift and draft, it's the soaring cleavers to make any constructive sense of this apparent outré, at all.

Soaring Cleavers...

..."Soaring Cleavers," the likes Frank Feschino, Richard Dolan, Robert Hastings, and Stanton Friedman, among significant others... for instance. These are persons for whom this writer is reported to employ a "shameful sycophancy"... but for whom any of my glad support only comes remotely about, anyway, a result of my intellectually insulted sensibilities for these intrepid persons, and so my provoked defense of same. The real problem? 

Words... words, reader! Words sentiently said. Words sufficiently cited. Words standing times test then dismissed as what? Alternate truth? Inconvenience? Intellectual sloth?

Words. Here's the thing with words. Words are manifested thought, thoughts thought out loud and in print, mind you, but an altogether different entity than that which may later be manifested in the real world, reader, as activity.  See, the exploration of the idea is required to see if that idea manifestation might be required in the existential, at all! This is why "free thought" is required at all, this writer offers.

Stone's Quadriga: Friedman, Feschino, Hastings, and Dolan...

No, my ufological quadriga (née Rushmore!) above, is more than a vanishing conduit for unfiltered words of, not just free thought... No, they are that rarest conduit... ...a conduit for all thought, well... all thought fit for same. Did you hear that? The difference is that subtle. 

Thought (or lack of same?) precedes action, only, and cannot legitimately be said to precipitate it. That decision is made on the spot by the person on a blame line. It's the individual, after all, puts words to action... ever... always... even a mob. The individual has to buy in. They have to "wanna."

However; when you do believe words must precipitate action? ...And then feel that you must censor (deride, defile, and discourage) to preclude that activity? 

Then, it's an EASY slip to the "triple T's" of totalitarianism, tyranny, and terror, or maybe the legitimately distracted reader has not paid attention. The aforementioned "Rushmore" is not the one facilitating such, folks. 

No, these are a "cultural filter" (a societal distillery) left behind after all other filters have disgraced themselves and clogged themselves to non-usability. Hail our sentient heroes and paranormal sieves! A multiverse remains to gape and draw the consciousness a result of their initiative! "Blinders" shouldn't even have to be used on horses!

This is to say that I suspect they do not nurse serious drug or alcohol problems and they know the difference between a Belgian waffle and a bath sponge in America's burgeoning and increasing popular psychological rape culture! My quadriga could clear the higher bar than is provided by an unethically beholden and corrupted mainstream! 

No, my favorable evaluation of these men only seems kind when it is has been strictly observational and based over a period of a couple of decades. Reader, you will read only later what you're reading from them NOW... if you read it at all... and this is forgetting that *Everything* you're reading now isn't "accurate," "reflective," or even remotely "fair"... (one cannot equivocate merely "flawed" with full-on "FUBAR" for example, though many will certainly try).  Still, it's the quadriga aforementioned grinds the lesser, much smaller ax, is my take, if one is even ground at all to begin with... 

...See? People are thinking *it*, whatever *it* is. ...And you must have the opportunity to value *it* for yourself... Sincerely, has the reader ever heard the story regarding the devil "known" to be preferable to the devil "not" known? Our lauded gentlemen (and ladies!) understand the cautionary tale even as their scurrying and ideologically constipated detractors cannot! 

A clear picture of reality is not necessarily pretty (...is it ever?), but it is a picture preferred by a sapient being who'd prefer to live in a real world ... make an individual contribution to it more personally satisfying and socially efficacious as a result of same? Perhaps. 

Looking at the world this way... warts, evils, genitals non-pruriently exposed, and all... taking an Alien View, if the reader will allow... allows the aforementioned sapient being an opportunity to see the proverbial forest for the freaking trees; see what works and hang on, perceive what might be better and reach out, discover the larger reality, and then bravely meet its constructive embrace! 

We were built to individually "soar and cleave", reader. My friends above allow for more of that, that is to say, less individual ignorance, in my view. 

...But I'm not being kind. I'm callin' it like I see it, takin' responsibility for it, standin' by it... and will be the first to abandon or report the antithesis of it the MOMENT that that is perceived. 

'K? ...'K. 

Sincerely, I don't have a dog in the fight that is a discussion on whether these should be encouraged to do what they are doing on social/ethical/scientific grounds (that's ground they're on in this writer's view), but that what they are doing is a necessary thing, the preferred thing, the braver thing...  I must believe. 

I want exposure to everything, reader, fit to be exposed to! I need to make informed decisions upon those things still allowed me to decide, myself. I suspect you do, too. This writer won't be reflexively proscribed by a suspect officiality oozing faux-reverent and hyper-religious irrelevancy! 

Yes... consider Jehovah, Christ, and Mohammed (Sectarian Father, son, and grandson... and all crawling with ufological close encounter references!)... The three major Religions of our day... all codified, outlined, and frameworked in a pre-Copernican time, back to a day when the interested and educated individual "knew" that the Earth was at the center of everything (...whatever that was...), that it was flat, and that the stars around it were little holes in the firmament to let the light of *God* shine through... cosmic lamps nightly lit by same... 

Trusted advisors advised anxious kings that UFOs were these "lamps" blown around in the stormy breath of "He who is most high." ... ...Right... 

Our codes, texts, and fundamentals might deserve a re-look and a make-over given our more current discoveries. Ya think? Moreover, the universe loves novelty and hates stasis or the status quo, after all. It's changing, gaining complexity in the face of entropy... and accelerating as it does so! 

Back at this considered rant's ranch, codes, texts, and fundamentals won't get that re-look and make-over in a world without the likes of the good men above (and women!) to facilitate it... truly. That's this writer's intuition. 

Verily! Whatever the cause of the ongoing egregious struggle, there are sociopathic people-hating human beings at the center of it... and those persons are decidedly not of the heroes iterated, put your bottom dollar on that. The rest of us just heat the former's oligarchic water for an ignoble non-admitted task facilitating them. Informatively, we only read about our miscreant social monsters as a result of the bravery and courage of the latter. Hail heroes, again! 

My boys are not the credulous villains in this piece. No! They're the anti-villains! 

We might read about those aforementioned "bastards of reflex debunkery" at the stables and sites of our quadriga. I'm saying... we certainly won't from the hijacked, fully corrupted, and so illegitimate "mainstream" for which canted klasskurtxian detractors shill... and are always added to the televised discussion by this "mainstream"... for balance! Squirty giggles!

No, the members of the quadriga are quintessential AlienViewers in my estimation. They would try to stand apart from that which is unfavorably considered... and attempt that selfless consideration. As would I. As might you, reader. Is "reportage" an endorsement, as the aforementioned "scurrilous" maintain? 

Well, Yes! ...But only over at FOX News and other Fascist Lap Dog media services! Associated Press? No. Rather, "Affected" Press, reader. ...Another not so subtle difference. Our quadriga's "Rushmore" refrains from same. This writer aspires to refrain, too. 

No... Reportage is NOT necessarily endorsement, by definition. True journalists retch at the concept, I'd presume! 

I'll let the reader know the moment, though, that I have a contrary thought on these matters. I've a history of same. When I'm found wrong I say so. It's a step up, still. The admitted error always is. 

The preceding is gladly shared but pointing out, too, that it is obvious to a balanced observer that I'm still at arm's length, to a degree, from the aforementioned! Those are the lonely wages of the true loose cannon, which I aspire to be, in spades! This writer is not an easy friend or a flawless expert. That doesn't even exist where the reader thought it did!

Verily, so many "experts" have betrayed the aggregate trust around me I'm compelled to stop listening to them, now, pretty much, and aspire to be a humbler "expert" myself. How about you, honored reader? In the "summer of your winter," like this writer? One loses patience for tediousness even being ironically tedious themselves...

...Or maybe this is a function of being well passed the summer of my winter, age-wise, and at that point where you just can't tell a guy like me anything anymore or expect him to fall right into line... Guilty! 

Maybe, at that point aforementioned, though, a tide turns... you gain the ability to look back more... where before you were consumed with the activity of looking forward. That backward look can improve the acuity, ironically, of that forward-looking one, if you let it, I've discovered. One must know a past to understand a present or predict a future, eh?

This is in regard to magic if unsettling moments where one feels a new ability to be a mentor, himself... rather than be mentored. Many may achieve that. You shall. I will, of course, continue to aspire to it. The perspicacious person remains a student; however, to some extent... I digress... 

Verily, all my mentors had their chance. That time, for better or worse, is done. I salute them all!

In closing, let me say that I am revolted by a world that would gleefully, gladly, giddily, and even gaily discard intrepid explorers  like the quadriga above as a clear and present danger to sense and science... but continue to lavishly praise a pompous Plait, or a noisome Nye, or a Slytherin Shermer, or a wooden Nickell... or any of the other too fulsome and cognitively insipid, spewing arrogance and intellectual cowardice as from a reductionist crotch-couch in cowardly Klasskurtxia... 

...I'd continue, but the gorge gets too high in the throat. Time again to again drink from braver waters! Onward!

Read on... 

...Autonomy At Hand...

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I've talked to a person been through the dark maze and into the keeps of the man. There are secrets, there buried, that would mean an autonomy for the holder so "blessed"... ...understand?

Why, you could power your house from a cigarette pack; you could power your car from the sun. You could power your way to the far starry reaches; you could power "autonomy," dependant on none.

It's said there are gadgets—fantastic machines! ...The stuff of sheer fantasy, the stuff of your dreams! A man who possessed them would be as a king, beholding to none with a new song to sing. A woman who had them could be on her own, independent of man for a hearth, land, or home.

"There is life," said this person, "...long lasting and young. Have the bloom of your youth as the years are undone! Your strength is enhanced, and that's good for a starter, but the best is the chance you'd get braver and smarter"!

See? Way beyond his glad control... ...the *man* would not coerce you. You'd equalize the playing field, no longer could he curse you.

Any wonder what is "buried" where it cannot, then, be "found"? Can't you feel, friend, the presence of these *trinkets* so profound? Don't you sense them in dark caverns where they're covered up with dirt? Can't you see them in your mind's eye? Let that image tease and flirt.

UFO's are real enough to hover in our skies. I've seen a few myself, my friend, which should come as no surprise. Though, you would see them too, old sod, if you went outside to look—took your mind away from *con-games* ... dared read from different books:

Read Graham Hancock, he's respected, and his "Fingerprints of Gods"? ...tells a different kind of story than your pastor gives a nod! Read Zack Sitchin if you dare to, and his tale of planets twelve? ...Opens up horizons—takes your brain to higher shelves! Velikovsky fought with "dim-bulbs" lighting ignorance of reflex! An early victim of the *man*, he was valid... ...he had context.

...Our "person's" not so "factual,"—as you probably might have guessed—but I can't say, for sure, my friend, regarding all the rest. See, I'm sure the strangest secrets are, yes, "buried" there for real, so the man—by ordination—lives... to lie, then cheat and steal.

Plutocracy would suck, it seems, I'm sure you would agree if you took an honest look at what is, plainly—clearly—seen. It's "system obsolescence" keeps you buying worthless *stuff* ... inefficient, glibly dangerous, disrespectful—and enough!!!

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No. More powerful individuals only create, exponentially, more powerful teams. I saw this over and over in two decades, plus chronological change, of team and individual combat and combat training in the Army.

Powerful and creative individuals, one finds, only seek creative and more powerful justifications to cooperate, not compete at the pragmatic denouement. Cooperation usually trumps competition because the goals of even a necessary competition are short focus and minimum term! Cooperation takes the long view... like you would if you knew you were going to be there, eh?

Surprise!  You are there!

Consider—John Ford sits in his dark hole ... tranquilized and mute ... trying to remember... what it was... ...he was trying to remember... you know? It could be you, it could be me — anyone but the one who put him there or approves of same.

We're next.

Oh, let's cut to the chase! They've already nailed me. I'm down a quarter-mill plus in lost wages over 10 years and must enjoy an eventual more minimized social security! You're next. You're next when you could fix it! You won't. ...Gotta keep those browns down, those blacks back, and those queers steered!

Restore John Ford!

Read on.

Deluded, Mentally Ill, Or Publicity-Seeking Little Nobodies...

Deluded, Mentally Ill, Or Publicity-Seeking Little Nobodies...
by Alfred Lehmberg

In a previous paper, I've illustrated the disingenuous quality of "push-back" on the whole subject of  UFOs and their attendant genuine experiencers. This would include other illustrations and treatments regarding the mal-appropriate character of their intimidators or those behaviors as they are fervidly exhibited by those same intimidators. To these intimidators, ..."experiencers," (even genuine ones and perhaps especially genuine ones!) in sum total, are regarded as nothing more than "Deluded, psychotic, or publicity-seeking little nobodies." That's in total, mind you.

This is a fair portrayal of the attitude as painted and portrayed. The "misinformed," the "misinforming," and the "mentally ill." "M" cubed, as it's weaponized by the intimidator. See, there can be nothing else for the reducing fundamentalist.

No. Just, no.

That brush is too broad, forgetting its "paint load" is little to none! Even true in the odd case? It's not true enough to count! With UFOs and their ancillaries, one is enough of an abundance! Seven massive categories of enduring evidence give pause, as was pointed out in the links above.

Sadly, it remains that some of these experiencers could still deserve every bit of even a scurrilous debunking or untoward institutional bracing by the CSI, and more. Public humiliation. Tar and feathering. I say true. 

Not enough of these to count, again, mind you. The proverbial baby is too often thrown out with the bathwater as a matter of standard operating procedure at the CSI, as was noted above, and that facilitates the scabrous debunker, only, anyway. It's but one required, recall.  

...Though, and here's the headline: I believe, still, that there are upfront and genuine researchers with a pioneer's spirit and an explorer's soul examining all this twitchy stuff out in the outre. One recalls the reputation of the late Ivan Sanderson to illustrate. 

Well, "Sanderson," lives.

In the existential "meatspace" of our shared moment's felt presence, I observe firsthand and in person the reputations of solid persons the likes of Stanton Friedman, Frank Feschino, Robert Hastings, and Richard Dolan. These intrepid explorers, et al, overcome detractors, debunk the reflexive nay-sayer, and obviate the noisome negativist with art, intelligence, and elan. 

Rather, and in opposition to the ham-handed reductionist aforementioned, these celebrate the rising and advancing of... call it the efficacious human "existentialia," is the sense of this writer. These are persons, in other words, rejecting a psychotic androcracy and embracing a constructive gylany, so aspiring to leave behind what others choose to see so far ahead, frankly, in a looming remainder of a 21st Century! Persons right and true.

I believe, likely along with the reader who gets this far, that these inveterate reporters investigate something that is real in the real world, something with immediate importance to us all, and something that specifically defines the future we're all about to have to live in. I've met with these persons, heard them speak, read their books, and spoken to them on the phone. Meatspace, one on one, as I said. These have remained essentially true for better than a decade. Something... stirs. They're on to it.

...Forgetting for a moment that I've been wrong before, I believe that the aforementioned have been abundantly convincing regarding the validity of their overall work and yet, STILL (as we come to the crux), cannot be expected to have to demonstrate spot-on, 100% accuracy in every case to remain credible in our eyes. Efficacious sincerity must count for something or we're tedious and insensate robots, to put a point on it. Copping to error establishes credit too, forgetting that, of course, error is to be minimized... if candidly admitted, I reiterate, it's a step up, still.

The late Dr. John Mack, Harvard Chair and Pulitzer winner, another credible researcher by way of example, has had prepared "ringers" slid into his sincere seminars by "self-ringing" Robertsonian CSIcopians, those "skeptics" aforementioned... to destroy, dispel, and otherwise discourage a brave initiative. His one-time associate Elizabeth Anglin bears this out in a recorded conversation. I'd predict that others have had to endure similar charlatans, scalawags, and sociopaths. I've endured mine. The reader has endured theirs. This matters not!

This must not detract, overmuch, from the honest if erring researcher's overall contribution, their competency, or their veracity. Their credit! I believe these to be the genuine article, even if I believe a few of their cases are not. All we need is one, remember.

I agree that genuine experiencers (from rape victims to alien abductees) who come forward against opposition are first among heroes on this planet. They endure, as I have personally seen, the slings and arrows of outrages cowards, duplicitous ax-grinders, and scurrilous de-bunkers... these further fueled by the ever grasping fraudulent, in it only for the odd purloined buck... 

...But I know, also, that I cannot, in good faith, support the claims of all experiencers, credit all their assertions, validate all their paradigms, provide citation for all their experience, or prop up all their stories in every way. Let's be real as this writer aspires to be true to himself... 

Could I be wrong about some of these "fraudulent" experiencers? Of course! My opinion, sir and madam, that manipulative corporate-minded "turn-around persons," like Mortellaro (the "I've been wrong" link above), with noses for "product enhancement" and the minimal sense required to flesh out a bogus audit trail... (just like the linked example above) might be just the kinds of persons able to convincingly fabricate a first-rate "abduction" hoax... He sure sucked in the "heavyweights" of the time. ...And myself... I digress...

This shouldn't raise anyone's hackles that much. What can one expect? I'm just one considered opinion, after all. Some of these *suspected* might still be genuine... water, by report, has been processed into wine, at least once, in the last 2000 years! Anything is possible, however unlikely... improbable, doubtful, implausible, dubious, dodgy, or even suspect! The universe is big enough for even considered opinions not to matter a wit. Current events are an example of that.

On psychopaths... I think that there are legions of these "just business" monsters. These are those entirely willing to subvert the work of the aforementioned honest researchers to their own ends. I've produced a cited paper on that general theme. There are more of them than you think. It could be you... it could be me. Three in a hundred, to start, are considered odds...

I think some of these individuals do their own research and can cleverly appropriate the experience and the work of others to facilitate their scurrilous and disingenuous (by definition) ends. I think that some of these persons have lived their whole lives this way, moving fretfully from one group of 'facilitators' to another, advantaging themselves on the work/talent of others, and then moving on (one way or another) when the well of good faith runs dry, returning in a few years for a new crop of suckers, where they can. These are legion. All these get sucked in via an official information vacuum. Just what happens when you dismiss something without remotely investigating it... the behavior of our officialdom.

I think that some of these persons have become so adept at advantaging themselves on the backs/reputations of others that they are as "capable" as credible experts... fooling me or even the reader. I am abundantly outraged for all.

I know that some people lie, reader, and moreover, many of these don't even *know* that they are doing so. I know that it is very hard for even the practiced adept to ferret these persons out... and so any other credible researcher should not be held accountable and liable for the testimony that they guilelessly accumulate. 90% of everything is supposed to be crap! The lie is on the liar's blame line.

Moses and Solomon can be taken for a "ride"... as can I... as can the reader. The trick is to avoid the impacted illogic of the ideologue—fun as that can be—and get off the "ride," in time. No one can rationally expect your complete infallibility, reader, and it must be understood that we are all just doing the best we can. Only, cop to your error, eh?

Somethin's happening here... what it is ain't exactly clear... The sneer of the reflexive and unthinking skeptic prosecuting his religion of reductionism is not instructive. The preceding is especially true when there must be a reason for our societal trepidations and nameless fears and these are in no way addressed by this same "officiality," already alluded to, except to ridicule. "Fool me once," and all that...

Some of these persons, unfortunately though, remembering, deserve every bit of criticism they provoke! I think its a tragedy that genuine experiencers are minimalized in their unasked association with this noisy non-genuine! I think it's a travesty that earnest efforts are marginalized, derided, and defamed by the actions of a self-serving few. I think its a shame that the valuable work of the tireless and wholly genuine suffers as a result. Sincerely. It's a digressive tragedy. It's unjust. It's unfair. It is... unsustaining and unsustainable.

So, "Deluded, Mentally Ill, Or Publicity-Seeking Little Nobodies"? Maybe, but this writer suspects that it's like Michael Lindemann informed him once in conversation when he complained the line between truth and falsehood regarding the outre got so smudged one couldn't tell the difference...

"Much of it is fake," he said. "Some of it... is not." Some of it is not, reader. Some of it is not.

Behind a grain of sand held at arm's length... 
galaxies seemingly numerous as stars!

Drake's numbers show *they* are, 

and Fermi moved *they* will; 

that a plethora of evidence shows 

*they* have's a real thrill!

...Who...

"I have no idea why [one might] believe that sci-fi speculation is the same as reality. I certainly don't." - Stan Friedman

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It interests me, then; how pathetic we're painted: we who observe twitchy lights in the sky. We who admit that we don't have a clue as we watch this ...anomalous... caper and fly.

It's all sneering giggles from our crass "TV culture." The *college* of scholars—gone sullenly mute! The edge of hard science's forbidden the hard-look; if you look you're besmeared as a non-astute kook!

Religion admits that they're real... ...but evil!!! "They're stuff of the devil, for sure and so named"! These "agents of Devils have captured weak conscience... They've damned it with nonsense; it's Satan we've blamed."

Faux *news* is the worst, as it grins like a patron, then paints us in caps of aluminum foil! These front all the clutter from *skeptics* and *bunkies*, ignoring researchers: real work and hard toil!

Society works to distract from perception what "taxes" and "sanctions" must bind and confine! They do this to keep you from thinking too much. That upsets their lifestyles! They're living "refined"!

"Be fruitful; have a dozen kids"! ...these few make "culture" say, so they can, then, respect much less... that *single* soul who works and pays.

Please! Look upon an endless *night*—please grok its starry vastness... ...To think you might be all alone is monumental crassness! Regard instead "potential"; make this your soul's career! Too, ignore it at your peril, friend; *forewarned* it's best to steer!

You're, at best, disserved, good folk, to wait until tomorrow. The stuff of soul's imperiled, plain, facilitating sorrow. See? Eyes have been averted—to those questions made extant—by the "beads" of errant "eunuchs" who would mumble hateful chants!

"Lions, and tigers, and bears"?  Get a tissue! We'd get enough warning, of threat, were it them. No, the "meter man's" cash-cow is threatened, the issue … it's the root of confusion—its seed pod, and stem!

All shiftless injustice thus hides in their shadows! Reflexive denial must dull the best sword! Too, get in their faces, and ask them tough questions? They'll shut you in dungeons... as was done to John Ford.

So, who is the clown when the questions are answered? Who's then the clown, and so missing their screws? Who is that clown when the truth paints the picture? Then who, not that jester, will give us a clue?

• alienview@adelphia.net
• http://www.alienview.net/

I would. I'd sure make the aspiration... make no mistake.  Oh... not because I'm brave so much, but that the alternative is scarier, you know? 

What grinds my gears is that there are individuals, in position, who could disclose information going a long way towards providing a heaven—bereft of all hyperbole—on Earth, right now, and don't!  That's not naive, folks.  That's a conclusion reached in the summer of my winter.  I'll be 70 next December, a former Military Master Aviator, a Summa college grad, and not a complete fool.
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Moreover, if coal to Newcastle, one is compelled to internalize that these persons aforementioned are in a position to make efficacious and immediate use of the powerful zero-point energies attendant in the information alluded to here... ...and do not. Choice, if not ours.

No, all they are really interested in is pumping up the total population so they don't have to pay the individuals making up that population with a "too expensive" respect and then bask in the glow of the furious heat these provide. This, while our inflated population, I'm compelled to believe, provides the cash to let this few live the lives of GODS on Earth! The bastards. The swine. The monsters!
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The scurvy bastards. Elitist swine oozing hypocrisy to facilitate their insulting sociopathy. Monsters in fact, they exist, and in guilt or innocence... ...they would be legion.  At bare minimum, as you can read in the preceding link, 3 in one hundred persons... these bleed you out for shoelaces! More, understandably, in "tougher" times, eh?
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Another thought. It takes guts to give up some advantage so more can live with efficacy. We can have that kind of guts, we could give it to ourselves. Humans should, after all, be born to respect, then have an opportunity to lose same, don't you think... ?  Born, efficacious medicine and health care should be a right? Maslow's first tier, supplied by right of birth! Yes!
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I suspect so!
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...But to have never had any respect at all, as the movers and shaker's minions so manipulate their lap-dog culture to facilitate same... why ... that must be a hell on Earth!
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Restore John Ford.
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Read on.
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My Hoax! ...Said The Grocery Clerk

The picture in question...

"My Hoax!" ...Said The Grocery Clerk
by Alfred Lehmberg

(Dedicated to Scott Santa, recovering from back surgery... one of the good guys and deserving a moment's thought.)

The 1952 Flatwoods Monster story was a hoax? That's the charge. 

On the 12th of September, the 66th anniversary of the stunning incident will arrive, but there remain those denying natterers and scurvy mumblers casting aspersion on the nearly seven decades of substantive history regarding the strange affair, and who would blithely maintain that the event had never occurred at all, still. How can we facilitate such butt-ugly cowardice?

Case in point: the late Bill Steorts, once of Sutton in West Virginia and one of the alleged Flatwoods "hoax" accomplices, "confessed" it all in 1977 in a newspaper article! This "confession" would be used to this day by those aforementioned natterers and mumblers—a device, a contrivance... somewhere for them to point away from their own cowardly inadequacies and intellectual failures—to Defame, Detract, and Deny what won't leap into a sterile test tube for a pompous science reductionist... the glad wearer of his largely empty triple "D" codpiece and herald of a baldly obtuse and too reflexively applied Occam:

"That evening in 1952, A. Lee Stewart and I went down to Heaters in Braxton County. On our way back to Sutton, we ran out of gas. We stopped at my father's store and gas station for gas. We noticed a disturbance across the road and went to investigate. There were small children all stirred up. Having a saw-off 12-gauge in the car, we went on the hill to see what was going on. The kids had been playing in the pasture field and some of Bailey's cows were in a nearby woods. Seeing that nothing had happened, we went on to Sutton."

"Being slightly intoxicated, we fabricated the story of the Braxton county monster. We called the Gazette from the Braxton Democrat office. (Stewart's dad owned that paper at the time.) The skid marks were made by Bailey's old Ford Tractor spinning its wheels - the grease was raked from under the tractor by tall grass. We drew the artist's picture of the monster."

"From there it just mushroomed, Kathleen May and her children went to New York on a TV show. Scientists from all over came to investigate. We sat back and laughed. My father knew what we boys were doing but his store was doing a booming business from the tourist trade…"

Gwin, Adrian "Was 'Monster' a Hoax - Are UFOS for Real? Hmmmm, A possibility" Charleston West Virginia Daily Mail December 7, 1977.

Wow! This was a first for me. I missed that in Feschino's book on the Flatwoods affair, and this is a vapid and toothless debunkery to be sure, as they will often be... ...but one so authoritatively written, reader! Not.

See, having witnessed just 30 minutes of a longer video interview showing the above implicated Stewart recounting an entirely different tale??? Well, one would never have thought that our A. Lee, a reported hard-nosed portrait of journalistic seriousness and a no-nonsense newsman of competent reputation, would be capable of such bald and unprofessional duplicity, eh? Yes, I'm reminded of Steorts' weak pea bouncing unnoticed from the implacable hide of Lee's charging rhino. 

Asa Lee Stewart with reportage of the time

To the contrary, reader. Here was an on-site and take-charge kind of man to have the involved key persons by their stacking swivels and at parade rest... a genuine newsperson getting a story... truth though heaven falls! 

Those poor Flatwoods people got a third-degree interrogation in a Nation still fresh from the paranoia of WWII and the burgeoning Cold War. Citizens didn't fool around so much with authority in those days, forgetting that authority didn't ask for it as much as is current... we won't digress.

Back to Stewart, moreover, he had some authority of Law enforcement, remember. They sent him out there in an official capacity!

Verily, when one puts the preceding together with the usual mistake of thinking that the Flatwoods Affair is a singular event, standing in and of itself, where "hillbilly kids get scared by a hoot owl," ...the mud of misunderstanding is raised further still! Though this would be mud raised in the tradition of the famous "Rendlesham," England UFO flap, then neatly explained by a "flaming manure spreader," wait... "prankster with automobile hazard lights"... wait... "a flying lighthouse"... wait! ...See how easy it is to raise the, even ludicrous, mud, reader? Flatwoods had its like...

• Roc-sized barn owls. [what!?] 
• Hallucinogenic ground gasses. [never before, not since!]
• Hillbillies "skeered" 'o 'haints and forest nixies! [Ivan T. Sanderson was emphatic that this was not so!]
• Misleading, misled, or mentally ill, eh? [...'cause anything else is the slippery slope to an anxious admission that much of what an accusing gaslighter "knows," is likely wrong!]

One comes to find that the Flatwoods incident was not a singular event standing alone, reader. It's the shocking reality that the September 12th, 1952 "Flatwoods Incident" is actually the end of a series of well-documented events initiated in the so-called Summer Of Saucers 1952, the biggest UFO flap in US history. 

Here was a mid-century summer accessorized by UFOs brazenly flying into prohibited airspace, countered by well-publicized orders to the military to shoot those UFOs down, and conjectured UFOs forced down or perhaps, like our American fighter craft, destroyed utterly or disappearing entirely! There are voluminous records... detailed files. This writer says true.

Again, one, threatening UFO incursions into prohibited airspace areas as early as May, then two, subsequent, forget well-documented orders issued to the military to "Shoot UFOs Down"! This is followed at last by, three, the appearance at Flatwoods in September of what was described at the time (by witnesses and the aforementioned Ivan T. Sanderson, a credible investigator early on the scene), as a crafted mechanism in the unenglishable form of a... 10 foot red and green hovering "monster," ...not a big hooded scary-fairy in a sweet-sixteen skirt!  This is busier stuff!

More apt representation... by Frank Feschino.

Was this then a prank by adult delinquent Steorts? First, ruining the peace of mind (physically and emotionally to some extent) of all the principals. Second, causing the deployment of a battalion-sized unit of the military to the area (outfitted from bazookas to pontoon boats and led by a video-interviewed Colonel Dale Leavitt), also looking for alleged "downed aircraft," (cue a justified spooky music). At last, a final third, the degradation of a compelling Flatwoods West Virginia story abundantly well documented by Project Bluebook records, famed researchers, named newspapers, and blameless eyewitnesses, still? To what end? What was served? Not an aggregate humanity is this writer's best guess.

Commander of Military deployed to Flatwoods, WV

"[Steorts'] glove don't fit [and] we must acquit." Such is abundantly so.

No... "Flaming Manure spreaders" or "Credulous Hillbillies" (and other merry pranksters!) have to fit all the reasonable evidence to satisfy Occam... even where they are the simplest model. That's the way it's supposed to work for everybody.

Still, I'd pass this on to Feschino whose well over 2-decade research effort, I'm sure, was to be devastated by this too-little-too-late correction to a fulsome record he's exhaustively ferreted out over the years. Maybe he would have a comment or maybe he'd hang up his foil beany.

Yeah... as it turned out? Feschino was able to keep his foil hat and make comment.

He directed me to pages 27 and 28 of his (Updated and Revised) Flatwoods Monster book (above). Here, A. Lee Stewart, Jr. reports to Feschino that there have been numerous such articles as Steorts' bland toxicity over the years: baseless attempts of unsupportable debunkery employed to tarnish a story only ever strengthened over time in official documents and investigation by the intrepid likes of, forgetting Feschino who seems able to string it all together like the upcoming were never quite able to do: Keyhoe, Sanderson, and West Virginia's own Gray Barker! He'd just never seen them in one place before and Feschino had copies of all of those contrarily "naysaying" articles in a big 3 ring binder. Daunting.

A. Lee Stewart goes on at some length in Feschino's over 60 minutes of video interview highlighting a very staid and stoic Mr. Stewart professionally recounting the bizarre tale like he was Joe Friday. Additionally, he comes decidedly forward in Feschino's books to address the "facts" of fanciful faux-reportage such as has been provided by Steorts' ilk. Off camera, Feschino reports that Mr. Stewart specifically branded the antagonist Steorts in the cited article as a "god-damned liar."

By account, Stewart's only association with the antagonist, according to an angry A. Lee, was stopping by Steorts' father's store in Flatwoods to ask where Mrs. May lived... no gas! He then used Steorts, being escorted by same to May's property a stone's throw away, and then going up the monster's hill that initial time.* That, and a ride home, was the total extent of their "association." They were not "driving back" from anywhere! Steorts had been picked up in Flatwoods.

Why would the antagonist lie? I don't know, that would be speculation... though many were I offer, encouraged by "officiality," and from the start... lying outright facilitating the fatuous debunker who would later be grasping at these desperate and ludicrous straws. There's your speculation.

No, the proverbial serving "fork" does seem called for. A demonstrated fraud, Steorts is done. The fat lady has sung and left the building.

See, remaining, Flatwoods may be the last act in an undeclared and secret air-war prosecuted during the biggest US UFO flap ever, a war with strict orders to shoot those UFOs down. "There were other and more lurid duels of death..." Edward Ruppelt, a Blue Book chief, reminds us from his book. What was going on?

Feschino expanded on a background. He would inform that the name of the Sutton newspaper co-owner and photojournalist is actually: A. Lee Stewart, Jr. 

Stewart's full name was "Asa Lee Stewart, Jr." He went by his middle name, "Lee." Lee was co-owner of the Braxton Democrat with his father.

In 1996 Feschino stayed at Stewart's house for nearly four days. Yes, he did show Stewart the 3-ring binder with the compiled contrary newspaper articles. In that binder was the newspaper article containing the Steorts hoax story where Steorts fraudulently claimed that they'd concocted the Flatwoods tale, together.

On that first morning after arriving at Lee's house, Feschino awoke, walked into the living room, and found Stewart reading that self-same research binder in his big recliner chair. Frank approached him affably and remarked about the incident in question and the collection of other newspaper articles in the binder. Contained in that binder, remember, was the article with Steort's interview claiming the hoax and Stewart as a shiftless charlatan. Tense. 

Feschino writes in his book, "As I looked at Lee, he raised his head, shaking it in sad disgust with regard to how the incident had been portrayed through the years. Moreover, he did not like the fact that he'd been grossly misquoted and badly portrayed, himself, not just by Steorts, but by fellow reporters, writers, and even some of the Flatwoods locals." One portion of their conversation was edited from Feschino's book manuscript: the segment when he asked Stewart about Bill Steorts' claim that they had both hoaxed the story. 

Feschino told me that Stewart shouted, call them incensed expletives in a huge agitation! "He [Steorts] is a God-damn liar," he'd exhorted among other more colorful criticisms. 

Frank explained, "Stewart was hugely pissed off and upset about that article where Steorts reported it was a hoax." Yes, Reader, Lee knew that it was not, as had been proffered in the perennial and ever-present misinformation, a hoax. Frank said to me, "I will never forget that look of revulsion on his face!"

This is the reason Stewart opened up his video interview saying, "...A lot of material that he [Feschino] has picked up and has given me and... we have gone over this... is NOT true."

Lee continued, "A lot of tongue-in-cheek, a lot of disclaimer material that has no bearing whatsoever on what actually happened at that particular time." You can hear him for yourself.

On page 28, Stewart states, "On the road out to Flatwoods, I passed Steorts' store and Bill Steorts was working at the store with his father ... I picked him up."

See, at about 9:00 PM that night Stewart got a call at his newspaper office in Sutton from the WV State Police (WVSP). Trooper Corporal Tribett asked Lee to go to the May house in Flatwoods and investigate... because a "Monster" was seen nearby on a farm!

The local Sheriff was unable to respond to the call (an "odd" story in itself!) and called the WVSP. These were also unable to respond... another peculiar tale... briefly all the police were officially out investigating sightings and downed aircraft reports! True! 

Stewart, a photojournalist, had worked at crime scenes and accident sites with the WVSP. He had taken countless photos and covered hundreds of news stories with the police, so he knew them.

Stewart left the Braxton Democrat in Sutton and drove to Flatwoods. Steorts General store was in Upper Flatwoods and just across the town line when driving in. Stewart did not know the exact location of the May house so he stopped by the market to get directions. Bill Steorts got in Stewart's car and they left the store.

Stewart stated, "He [Steorts] directed me to the house and, IN FACT, was there when I talked to the people. He also went up on top of the mountain with me that night."

Yes, Bill Steorts was actually at the May house and saw the hysterical group, which included seeing a bunch of sick and traumatized kids, Ed and Freddie May among others... and a vomiting Gene Lemon,  after Ms. May, all event principals. Stewart said, "It was sheer turmoil."*

Yes, Bill Steorts was also a part of the armed posse that went up onto the mountain that night to "hunt" for the so-called "Monster."

Stewart said, "So we left, the boys [Lemon and Nunley], Bill Steorts, and I. We were armed. We had a twelve gauge automatic shotgun and a couple of handguns. Two or three other people who lived right around there came up and went with us. They were also armed."

(For the record, Mrs. May's father, "Joseph Lemon," was actually part of the armed group!)

When the two boys directed the armed posse to the "tree" area of the encounter on the farm... they all smelled the horrendous sulfur odor that made the witnesses sick. The group also saw the two large tracks in the nearby pasture when they shined their flashlights and electric lantern around.

Stewart remarked, "We just spotlighted around because not one of us was inclined to hunt for something we didn't know what it was in the dark. We decided we would go back to the Mays."

At the house, Lee talked with the witnesses and told them that he would come back in the morning... with a tape recorder. He would do just that. 

Stewart states, " I left the May residence between 10:30 and 11:00 and returned to Sutton. I took Bill Steorts home at that time." Less than a week later he would be on National TV describing the event with May and Lemon.

Additionally, in the misleading Steorts article, Steorts stated the following lie about Stewart and himself as noted in red above, "We drew the artist's picture of the monster." That's preposterous!

No, once again Bill Steorts got caught with his pants decidedly ankle-puddled.  It has been well-known for decades that the picture of the monster was drawn by a sketch artist in the TV studio of "We The People" in New York on September 19, 1952. Lying makes one a liar, reader.

Additionally, there is another specious lie and inconsistency in Steorts' fabricated story. He stated, "...From there it just mushroomed, Kathleen May and her children went to New York on a TV show." 

Mrs. May's children did not go to New York with her for the TV show. Her two children, Freddie and Edison, stayed home in Flatwoods. Mrs. May was accompanied to New York by eyewitness Eugene Lemon and reporter A. Lee Stewart, Jr. All three of them were interviewed by the very popular "We The People" host, Daniel Seymour. 

At the time of Steorts' interview in 1977, no one, including him, knew the entire "Flatwoods Monster" story. Now, today, thanks to Mr. Feschino, we have hard facts and know magnitudes more about the case...

...You know...

Someone should landmark all this—establish a museum, perhaps. Even a shrine might not be too out of line, given the times and that forgetting's a crime. 

Suggested are vast horizons beyond even the limits of shadows lit by our meager, at this point sputtering, fire, reader. These horizons speak to the need of memorializing the consequent. Did a downed ET aviator at Flatwoods signify a largely unheralded air war with ET? That's what glows in the forest, reader.  

Grandad's Store would be historic and apt! It was lit up by the overflying fireball, after all. Permissions secured, one can easily walk to the environs where the event took place. 

This writer jests. The understanding is that one John Clise of Flatwoods is making an initiative to start a museum similar to that described above. I offer that one gives it all support. It's consequent, even highly strange, and consequence deserves memorialization. Moreover, the reader can buy the book there! [g].

"Truth's gonna come out sometime!" The reader can be in at the ground floor. Take it in, in its nascent state, and watch it grow over the years! Dare I say help it grow! Smiling broadly, and observing that on the other side of our fear are infinite horizons of instruction and reward upon graduation from our child's crib... eternity and grace if we aspire to it... this writer will say no more.

Closing, Flatwoods was NOT a hoax, reader, as our grocery clerk wanted us to believe, inexplicably... No, this was a real occurrence, a felt presence in a stark existential. 

Remains, what we can make from it... if we've the courage and imagination to reject our superstition and misinformed denial... to embrace a 21st Century alive with instructive threats and beneficent wonders... and not retreat from same... in cowardice. That seems key.

Read on.



*See, Steorts knew what the truth was. Why'd he fudge?