They Can Make You Laugh! By Mary Muñoz © August 31, 2008

Posted on August 31, 2008 by mwiz.
Categories: UFOs.

What does it take for someone to believe? I wondered that after that night on Interstate 80. I would do my best to convince my ex-partner, Tom that they did, because things were happening at an accelerated rate and I needed to have someone believe that I was not crazy. Then again how could he argue something he too had seen only a month earlier?
His first event would occur when I woke him up, around midnight, to show him in the distance a triangular shaped object. It was huge, but he told me that the lights were playing tricks on our eyes and it had to be an illusion. He just couldn’t believe. Even conversations with my dad did not phase his belief that we are the only beings to exist in the Universe.
Now let us jump to March 1990. Traveling west across southern Arizona along Interstate 10 about an hour or so from Tucson on a clear midday sky we get into another conversation on the subject. This time I was bound and determined to make this man believe.
After about twenty minutes of arguing I got frustrated and leaned forward in my seat to stretch my back and shoulders. I turn my head toward the right looking out the window. I can’t remember how long I stared at it, but just north and back of the tractor trailer was a huge rectangular object which hovered low to the ground. My estimation was that it could have covered several football fields in length and had to be an easy hundred plus feet thick. It appeared dark grey and bulky in composition.
The rest of the event is in slow motion.
I turn to Tom, “Okay tell me I am crazy now!” I state adamantly.
He looked back in my direction and said, “What do you mean?”
“Right out there…” I pointed out the window. “Don’t you see it?”
He looked over and said, “What am I suppose to see?”
I jumped in and stated, “Lean forward, it is back from the window.”
Tom proceeds to lean forward. “And what is it that I am supposed to see?” He questions again.
“The ship! It is right there!” I look back to see nothing but desert and clear skies.
I quietly get up and move to the sleeper. From that moment on I did not share another UFO/ET experience with him.
Was I mad at them for not showing themselves and proving what I had been stating all along? At first yeah, but in time no I wasn’t. Actually I had to laugh at it all. Here they are in plain sight yet he couldn’t see them.
I learned a big lesson from this day. I found that they had their reasons for blinding his sight and it all had to do with what he believed his reality was. Imagine the outcome if he had seen them. He was driving an eighty thousand pound vehicle. He might have lost control and wrecked killing others or us.
So whatever their reason was that day they knew more than I did. They knew on a higher level, so for me I have learned that it is a privilege and a great honor to even have the chance to see what others can’t. But then again who are they? And what is my connection to them?

Mary.

Abductions and DMT – all a state of mind? Is it all True Series #47

Posted on August 30, 2008 by mwiz.
Categories: Mystery, Near- death, Parallel Universes.

I have been researching the abduction phenomena for about 40 years now and have interviewed well over a thousand abductees. There have been many threads and patterns connecting groups of abductees together. The individuals in the common groups have no common knowledge of each other. In the case of families some of them didn’t know that others in their family have had similar experiences. I am constantly looking for these connections, the key to understanding the phenomena.

I consider myself to be a very open–minded individual, which is quite necessary in this endeavor or you will collapse under the weight of the strangeness. Then came a book called DMT: The Spirit Molecule, by Rick Strassman.

DMT or Dimethlytryptamine is a very potent psychedelic drug found in many plants and in small amounts in the human body although its natural function in humans is presently unknown. DMT-containing plants are used by South American Shamans in a drink called ayahuasca and is used in ritual ceremonies. DMT experiences can include time dilation, visual and auditory illusions and other mind-defying experiences. Also erotic imagery and sexual content can also be present.

Rick Strassman (a psychiatrist at the University of New Mexico) conducted a study in the early 90’s where volunteers were injected with high doses of DMT. They experienced or perceived they experienced being with alien entities, in an otherworldly setting. Also the levels of DMT in the brain seem to promote the visual effects of natural dreaming, maybe near-death experiences, and out of body experiences.

Some, but not all, of Strassman’s subjects had a contact with an Insectoid or Reptilian being during their DMT trip. This aspect of the trip proved to be quite traumatic at times with a wide range of emotions and feelings, such as being probed, tested, manipulated, loved and even raped.

The above experiences are some of the main elements of the typical abduction scenario. Strassman speculates that DMT is produced through and maybe stored in the pineal gland. Could groups of humans have a greater ability/ trait to produce this substance and therefore create abduction experiences, opening a gateway to another world, where these other beings wait for us to visit. Or do they (our visitors) stimulate our pineal glands to cross the veil into their world.

I believe the earliest Egyptians priests may have known the power of DMT and the pineal gland for they were known to smash the skulls of slaves and extract live / fresh pineal glands for immediate consumption so they could visit their Gods.

So is this a connection?

Food for thought, as they say.

MWiz.

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A drink– into another World.

Iraq’s Nuclear Stockpile Shipped to Canada

Posted on August 29, 2008 by gloria.
Categories: Abductions.

The Canadian Press announced the last major remnant of Saddam Hussein’s nuclear program, a huge stockpile of concentrated natural uranium, reached Montreal on Saturday to complete a top-secret U.S. operation. The removal of 550 metric tons of “yellowcake,” the seed material for higher-grade nuclear enrichment, included a two-week airlift from Baghdad and a voyage across two oceans. The Iraqi government sold the yellowcake to a Canadian uranium producer, Cameco Corp., in a transaction the official described as worth “tens of millions of dollars.”

A picture that would not transfer over is a landscape picture taken either by satellite or airplane. The picture is of an Orginal Centrifuge Plant, Earth-covered Underground Bidgs 323,000 sq. feet each, a 95,000 sq. ft. Bldg. under construction, a tunnel entrance and Admin. Bldg.

A Cameco spokesman, Lyle Krahn, said the yellowcake will be processed at facilities in Ontario for use in energy-producing reactors. “We are pleased . that we have taken (the yellowcake) from a volatile region into a stable area to produce clean electricity,” Krahn said. U.S. and Iraqi forces have guarded the 9,300-hectare nuclear site since its discovery. The deal culminated more than a year of intense diplomatic and military initiatives – kept hushed in fear of ambushes or attacks once the convoys were under way. It also brought relief to U.S. and Iraqi authorities who had worried the cache would reach insurgents or terrorists crossing to Iran to aid its nuclear ambitions. The uranium yellowcake alone is not considered potent enough for a so-called “dirty bomb” – a conventional explosive that disperses radioactive material – it could stir widespread panic if incorporated in a blast.

In April, truck convoys started moving the uranium from Tuwaitha to Baghdad’s international airport. Then, for two weeks in May, it was ferried on 37 flights to Diego Garcia, an British Island the Indian Ocean where the U.S. military maintains a base. On June 3, an American ship left the island for Montreal with 3,500 secure barrels of radioactive nuclear material. Iraqi authorities claimed the more dangerous nuclear material had been shipped to Syria just before US forces launched their military attacks.© The Canadian Press, 2008

I was sent the above article in regards to a written memory that is recorded in “Morning Glory Diary of an Alien Abductee”. On page number 353 titled “CORNBREAD”. I had mentioned several times throughout the Government/Military Abductions section of actual memories dealing with Saddam Hussein. I feel with the release from The Canadian Press which is dated 2008 is a confirmation for me and others who experienced this actual memory that I have recorded in my book. Even though I had the experience on December 6, 1998, is it just possible that the Canadian Government and as well as the United States government found this the appropriate time to release this information?? For those of you who have not yet purchased my book “Morning Glory Diary of an Alien Abductee” below is the segment of what I have recorded.

“CORNBREAD”
December 6, 1998
We woke up at 4:00 a.m. Something was wrong with my nose. I felt it and it began to bleed. There was a lot of pain, as well. My right leg (the one that had been affected by post-polio syndrome) was hurting badly. It felt as if I’d done some extensive walking or climbing. Those activities always adversely affect my right leg like that.
Not only did my leg hurt, but my body, as well. I felt tired, as if from working hard, then realized I had not done any hard or heavy type work during the week. The memory came back to me then. I had been abducted by the government that past night.

I was lying on a cool concrete floor inside a large concrete building when I woke up. There were about four other abductees already standing up or in the process of getting up from the floor. I noticed some men dressed in camouflage and others in white lab coats. They were yelling directions at us. Directly in front of us were several rows of stacked yellow boxes. We were instructed to pick up the boxes and carry them carefully. We were told, “Don’t you dare drop any of them! Get them outside to the truck.”
We were not told what was inside the yellow containers. As my vision adjusted, I was pulled up from the floor and told to get my ass moving. I walked close to the first stack of yellow boxes and picked one up, thinking it would be quite heavy. I was amazed to discover that it was very light. The box was about 1 foot by 1 ½ feet. The boxes were not made of cardboard, but of a sponge-like material.
I was yelled at and told to get in line and get those boxes moving and get them into the truck. I was curious as to what was in the containers. We were not to ask what was inside and were told to shut up and not talk.
As we walked in unison, carrying our containers, someone told me to think of cornbread…that we were carrying cornbread. We walked through a doorway large enough for a truck to drive through. I felt a cool breeze hit my body as I walked through the doorway. It was not cold outside, even though it was December.
Parked outside was a large, gray, panel truck with black numbers. I remember some of the numbers being 432. There were no other identifying marks on the truck. Inside the bed of the truck was a large Caucasian man with dark brown hair. I believe his arms had freckles on them.
There were lights on outside. The concrete building looked like a military warehouse. We handed our containers to the man in the truck. He stacked them neatly and tightly in the padded truck. I don’t remember how long we worked, carrying the yellow cornbread containers.
Since we had to be quiet, we were able to hear the men yelling that if they did not hurry, they would be found out and they had to meet the deadline. There was a lot of excitement in their voices. I did not pay much attention to what the men were doing, just remember seeing men running and rushing about.
I recognized some of the other abductees as people I had worked with in the chemical laboratories. I had an idea of what we were carrying. I think we were carrying vials of the green substance that we had analyzed.
I was not sure of the location of the warehouse or where the cornbread containers were being taken. I did not know most of the men I saw that night. We finished our job for the night. I don’t remember much of anything else.
I woke up the next morning in my bed. I could hardly stand up! I felt as if I had worked all night long. I was so tired, my body ached. I had bruises on my arms and legs. I noticed needle marks on my arms. Whenever I am injected with whatever they inject us with, I always have a pounding headache afterward. I felt nauseated and had dizzy spells
It takes awhile to focus on life after one of these episodes.

So where was the location of this facility that we had been taken to? I thought it was in the United States in reality I thought the proximity was actually Sandia/Kirtland Air Force Base here in Albuq. (note: Kirtland AFB is no longer a base here in Albuq.) YellowCake or CornBread?? Is this one and the same? I don’t know what type of containers nuclear products are shipped in. If shipped in small quantities, would it be lightweight or heavy?? The question still remains, did the Corn Bread containers have to do with the green substance or actually by products from nuclear substances?? Oh yes, by coincidence, I did by accident find such a truck with the very same numbers on it. Yes, it was a grey colored military truck. What is your opinion on this I would like to know? Do you have an answer??

Whitley Speaks — The Nye Incidents — Part 12

Posted on August 28, 2008 by mwiz.
Categories: alien.

This is the last in a series of the Nye Incidents — a fantastic look at an strange incident in a graphic novel format.

Caller from Cal. about a hiking experience in Penn. saw a pewter disc. and was very afraid –he was a long way back to home.

Did the caller miss an opportunity to make contact ? Abductees is there a way to protect yourself from them? GET into GOD energy , Experiences will be elevated and not all bad, wisdom- caller and Whitley.

Where Has the Time Gone? By Mary Muñoz © August 24, 2008

Posted on August 24, 2008 by mwiz.
Categories: Abductions.

Now let us go back to the cold winter night of January 2, 1990. My ex and I had left our residence, in Scottsbluff, Nebraska with a load destined for southern California. The actual date was January 1, 1990 late evening. For the reader this was a time in my life when I was a cross-country truck driver. Many of my remembered experiences with lights and objects occurred while I was traveling down desolate roads whether in a truck or in a car. This trip was no exception.
This run should have been simple. We have done it many times before, but we were racing a winter storm that apparently was shutting down the highways around us. We had just left Laramie, Wyoming so we would not be stopped until we made it to Rawlins. Once we came to Rawlins we found the storm was gone and the roads were clear.
At that time it was decided that my ex would get some sleep and I would drive on to Burns Bros about another three hours out. There we would fuel up and change places. I was use to pushing it hard and driving late nights, so I knew I would have no problems getting us there.
The only memory I have after leaving Rawlins is looking up at the stars. The next thing I would remember is gasping for breath and recognizing the wheel of the rig in my hands. I had no idea where I was or where I was going; I was confused. I knew that I didn’t want to look outside the window in any direction. All I wanted to do was stare straight ahead. I felt as though “they (UFO’s-ET)” would come back. This is again another, “why situation” for me?” Similar to the one I had shared last week.
Within a short time I come across a rest area that I recognize. I wanted to stop, but I didn’t due to fear of what was back there. I knew that my only safety was Little America. It was another 45 miles down the road. The speedometer stayed constantly on 85. I didn’t care about tickets or safety. I just wanted to get to a place I knew warm human bodies would reside.
I finally pull into Little America. I don’t know how long it took me, but I noticed that the time was 6:05 AM on my watch. I breathe in a sigh of relief and lay my head over the steering wheel ready to just sleep. This is when my ex comes out of the sleeper. At first he suspected we were further than Burns Bros due to the time on his watch, but when he saw where we were at he was upset.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” He shouted. I jump up from the steering wheel and said that I was sorry. I never told him that I had just pulled in. How can you explain the time or what just possibly happened?
The end result from the experience was two hours of missing time, an upset partner, and a combination of fear and curiosity of what had just transpired.
Mary.