Mystery Cloud By Mary Muñoz © January 18, 2009

About four or five years ago, my husband, Abe was outside watering. He came into the house informing Hannah and I of a strange cloud that looked like a UFO. I had asked him how long it had been there. He said that he had been watching it for about twenty minutes, which with a very calm day it wouldn’t be too strange for us, but…
…This day was like any other day during this time in which the winds were a constant problem and didn’t seem to stop; we are known for the winds in our area. I asked my husband what the winds were doing at that moment. I knew they were blowing, but I didn’t know how hard. He stated that they were pretty strong. I asked if the cloud had moved due to this and he replied, “No.” This is when I go outside to observe what he was talking about. I had to see for myself.
For about a year, maybe longer, we had been hearing about clouds that appear to look like UFO’s and don’t act like the rest of the environment it hangs around in. With that we are now beginning to get more curious. I mean this was going to be fun. What were the possibilities…a UFO cloud? Maybe we might get a connection?
We decided that it is time for a road trip to get a better view of the entire cloud. It was located north of our location, but a large building was obstructing our full view. The easiest resolve was to go east about a mile and see if the open fields in the area would give us what we were looking for. Armed with a camera we head out.
We get down to where we can see the whole cloud, but it wasn’t enough. We tried to snap off a couple of shots, but I wasn’t satisfied by what I was seeing in the viewfinder. So we agree that a trip up north might give us a better chance and since it had not moved we might get a great shot. We turn around, go the main road, and head north.
We drive seventeen miles north to an area we have coined V-Hill, due to a mansion that sits off to the left. But before we made it there we pulled off to the side of the road to watch what the cloud was doing. At one point I became disappointed thinking that it was going to dissipate before we got to our stop off location. We actually saw the cloud lose some of its volume and then as if something turned on began to expand again. The expansion was in a counter clockwise movement, as if ribbons of white were wrapping around it, making it bigger with each rotation.
At V-Hill there is a large pull off area and when we got there we decided this would be the best location for us. We were able to sit back and watch for an extended amount of time what was going on with the cloud without the fear or questioning of what we were doing. As we sat there we saw smaller clouds, not part of the big cloud, moving along with the winds. It was then we started snapping some pictures hoping that we might get something in them.
While we were watching it Hannah said she saw a plane come out of the top section, but we never saw a plane go into it. While she is claiming this I swore I saw a circular object rotating clockwise coming out in the same area. This is still an argument to this day. We both saw something, but the question is what? After about fifteen to twenty minutes we became bored of the adventure. Not much occurred, other than the plane/circular object, so we decided to go home.
We are now about five miles from home when Abe and Hannah notice that the cloud was moving west, but the winds were moving east. It was going against them and not with them. This was strange. And then bout of nowhere the van I was driving lost all horsepower. It had power, as in electrical, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I pull off to the side of the road. Abe opens his door.
At this point we are smelling gasoline. I am grabbing things of importance, telling Hannah to get out immediately, and trying to get an answer from Abe on what he thinks it could be. He is telling me to pop the hood, which I do as I am leaving the vehicle. This is when we all notice a weird hum coming from around the vehicle. At first I thought it was coming out of the engine area, but the vehicle was off. Then it became obvious that it was surrounding the entire vehicle and not coming from the engine itself.
Hannah and I go to the front, about five feet from the vehicle. Abe is now lifting up the hood trying to see if he could locate what was going on. It was then I see the liquid flowing out from underneath behind the passenger seat. The fuel line appears to be busted. We were stuck about four miles out of town.
Abe looks under the van to see that the line had come loose at the O Ring. We were not going anywhere, but someone had to get to a phone and call AAA for a tow. As we are weighing our options we still hear the hum until a vehicle pops over the hill. It was then that the hum stops. The car that popped over the hill stopped and I subsequently got a ride home to pick up the truck. But before I left to go retrieve my family I contacted AAA to get the tow. This took about thirty to forty minutes before I would get back to my family.
When I do get back they share some strange things that happened with the cloud before it completely disappeared after I had left.
Hannah recounted this information, “After you left we set there and watched the cloud get smaller. About ten minutes after you left dad said he was hearing the humming again but I didn’t hear it. About five minutes before you got back the cloud dissipated. The humming only lasted a short time dad said.”
Then Abe recounts this information, “I heard a humming about ten minutes after you left, then the sound stopped, and the cloud dissipated.”
The van is towed to my local mechanic and when I went to pick it up he was confused about what had happened. He wanted to know who was messing with the O Ring. He said that it had been twisted off. He couldn’t believe that it happened considering three months prior he had replaced the fuel filter and he knew it was intact. I told him our little adventure and he looked at me like I was crazy.
It wasn’t crazy when we get the photos back. In them we find several orbs in several pictures, but in one particular photo we find an area that has a rectangular shaped white object in it. Was it a UFO or just another strange daily occurrence? Then again what is reality? And will we ever know?
Mary.

Is It All ET? By Mary Muñoz© December 28, 2008

This week I am going to have some fun. I want to jump out of the ET phenomena and share some ghostly encounters that have occurred with my family and me. Not to say I won’t get back to the other…I will. I just wanted to take a break and lighten up the scene with some horrifying yet comical encounters that we as a family have shared.
In The House
Yesterday was like every other day. I got up, walked to the kitchen, started up some coffee, all with a night light in the distance dimly shining. Now as I am pouring the water in the pot I see a mass of white mist in front of me. It was there only for a second before it moved out of my line of sight. Then later that day my husband looks down to find that the dog, which brushed up against him only moments earlier was air. My husband swore he was petting a dog. My daughter was sitting the night before on the loveseat with me when she sees a human arm that appeared to be dead pass by me, between us.
Interesting Correlations
One could consider ET’s and ghosts to be the same thing; they come in and out when least expected. And when you see them, knowing they are there, you can’t believe it. Unlike the ET phenomena the ghost phenomena is something that continues to visit us on a daily basis where we live and they make sure that we know it. If it isn’t one of us seeing something it is the group of us, and this group can include our animals as well. Even one of them had been attacked by something out of nothing. We never did see what she was barking at and what made her run out of the dining room yelping with her tail between her legs.
Like with the ET’s each of us has experienced this form of phenomena since we were young children. And like the ET’s it is the most memorable ones that keep us knowing something is going on. What is even better is when we all saw the same thing at the same time. It is then that we know there is no question of what just happened.
Down The Road
We are driving down a quiet back road from La Junta, Colorado to Trinidad, Colorado. It is quickest way to return home when we are visiting family in the Lamar, Colorado area. This was a first and the last time we would ever drive down that stretch of road during the nighttime.
It is late evening; the sun is set beyond the boundaries of the Sangre de Cristo Mountain Range to our west. The stars would intermittently find their way through the clouds that hung over this vast desolate landscape of the Comanche Grasslands.
The two lane road had not been updated for years and the wear and tear was evident. The darkness of this vast empty land didn’t lend to good visibility either. The limited light from the starry night and the evidence of no moon made it even darker. And with these things in play we decided that to travel at a high rate of speed would not be good thing, though we wanted to get home before 3:00 AM.
After traveling what seemed like a million miles we see our first and only set of head lights during the entire drive down this stretch of highway. We are now about a quarter to a half mile apart. Though there was darkness all around one could tell that we were both peeking small hills that would ultimately lead down to a small ravine. As the truck got closer; it was a large semi that was approaching, we saw what appeared to be a wolf, lion, or deer shaped aberration of pure white. Talk about a ghost. It was huge!
Clarification to the reader: Abe saw the shape of a lion, Hannah saw the shape of a deer, and I saw a shape of a wolf, though I could have argued that it was a horse.
So Abe, Hannah, and I turned to each other to validate what we had just seen. We had each seen something, but what we were not sure of. The wolf/lion/deer shoulders reached to the middle/upper grill on the truck. We estimated at least 4 foot high. The length span of this animal had to have been at least 8 – 10 feet. We never knew if the other driver had seen it or not. The truck never moved as if to avoid something.
We come to the spot where we saw the white wolf/lion/deer. We didn’t see anything in either direction that we look for some evidence it was still there. We didn’t get too far down the road from that spot when the backseat window went down. Hannah asked why I rolled down the window. I told her that I didn’t and that the child protective lock was set. I tried rolling the window back up, but I had to take the off safety feature first.
Needless to say our journey took a new turn. We saw something that none of us had experienced before. To this day we do not go down that stretch of highway late at night. We prefer to know what is around us. We have made several trips back to the area, but not a single one has presented the apparition we saw that night. Then again the drive was always during the daylight. Have a wonderful New Year!

Ufologists: How will full disclosure make us feel?- A few thoughts–Is it all True Series #60

There have been rumors worldwide that UFO disclosure has happened, but the process forgot to tell 99.9% of the world population.

It was reported in May 2004 that a fleet of UFOs from the Galactic Federation of Light made full contact with the Mexican Air Force in the Bay of Campeche in the Gulf of Mexico. There were big headlines in several Mexican newspapers, but nothing here in the US or Europe.

So why hasn’t full true worldwide (in your face) UFO Disclosure happened? I believe it hasn’t happened for several possible reasons, such as preserving our economic system, our government system, our religious system, and our Ego system (we are the greatest and the only higher biological culture in this part of the universe). Or is it just the power and the greed of a worldwide human control group who can’t chance the superior competition? Or is this non-disclosure a way to protect the alien beings as they prod and use us humans as a resource for some strange need, maybe our emotional energy could be the fuel to keep them alive. Are we the big 6 billion and growing human cattle farm? The truth is probably a combination of several or all of the above.

Also I believe Humans enjoy keeping secrets; we are programmed to do this at a deep level. And without our precious secrets, some of us would feel we had no purpose. Secrets are power. Many of us UFO guys know the UFO/Alien existence without a doubt. But we will hold it close in, so not to give up the power. Dear fellow researchers, give up your known knowledge. For this subject has infinite layers and all you have to do is move to the next level of secrets; you will never run out.

But in the end, truth and full disclosure will trump all hidden agendas and human breeding farms. My question to the world is- do we have to be pushed to the brink before we shout, “THEY ARE HERE” from our rooftops and we will all listen?

MWiz.

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An Update on Gary McKinnon, the Alien Super Hacker–Is it all True Series #56

Mr. Gary McKinnon is the man who committed the “biggest military computer hack of all time”. Mr. McKinnon is accused of hacking into 97 NASA and US military computers in 2001 and 2002. The US estimated he caused $700,000 of damage to the systems, not to mention, damaged about 100 egos of the IT security guys making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year protecting us from the bad guys (or so they say). These systems are supposed to be the most sophisticated in the world. This is where all our secrets our stored. So here is a guy, whom I am told was just a medium level hacker, and apparently he just used a store-bought software called Remotely Anywhere to do his exploring. He calls himself a “bumbling computer nerd”, who admits an addiction to computers, and he would hack only when fully loaded with beer and marijuana for hours on end. He used a non-sophisticated Perl script and searched for blank passwords and much to his surprise apparently there were many opportunities, which let him into the systems.

So what did he find? Please note some of the following is pure speculation on my part, and some is based on interviews done by reporters with Gary over the past 6 years. He has always had an interest in UFOs, free energy technology, and anti-gravity technology and is possibly interested in the events surrounding 9/11. He claims some of the information he saw talked about captured spacecraft and the reverse engineering of craft, (a Bob Lazar-type comment.) There was even an interesting comment about a huge cigar shaped vehicle floating over the northern hemisphere (Mother-ship anyone?). He says he actually saw a low-resolution image of the craft. Now could alien beings be using Mr. Gary to spy for them and see what we know? Probably not since they would be able to do this for themselves. (This would have saved Gary’s beer and pot bill.)

So now what is going to happen to Gary? Last I heard he is waiting for the final word if he is going to be extradited from Britain, where this all happened, to the US. If he is extradited, he could face 70 years. His greatest fear is that he would be sent to Git-Mo to be used as an example to other future hackers. He didn’t help himself by leaving the following note on one of computers he was looking around in… “US foreign policy is akin to government-sponsored terrorism these days. It was not a mistake that there was a huge security stand-down on September 11 … I am Solo (his nickname). I will continue to disrupt at the highest levels”. Gary did state he was always very frightened when he realized that there were other people with foreign ISP’s routinely going through things in the same systems he was hanging in. He said it was very worrying that the world’s only super-power could be breached so easily.

You know I have heard that the US Pentagon has over 250,000 attacks in a single year and the vast majority of the cases are never solved, so Gary is not unique or is he? Did he see/find the mother-load of UFO information, which would finally blow the lid off the greatest secret ever–that we are in fact, not alone.

Good luck Gary–you are going to need it. The US will do anything to keep this secret forever.

Sleep tight. Dick Cheney is watching over you- still.

MWiz.
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Alien or Hacker or Both ???

The White Frogs? By Mary Muñoz © October 26, 2008

Probably the most documented and sighted incident in my life and that of my family would occur on September 3, 2000 at a place called the UFO Watchtower, owned and operated by Judy Messoline. Now let me back up to the events that led to the incident to put everything in perspective.
In the earlier part of August 2000 the family and I had ventured up to Denver to drop off one of Abe’s daughters. On the way up Abe wanted to get a copy of the Rocky Mountain News. It had been almost seven months since he had a chance to keep up with the news in the area and wanted to see what was going on. In the paper he saw an article on a place called the UFO Watchtower and read it to us on the trip. What is interesting about the UFO Watchtower is its location. It happens to be located in the San Luis Valley in south central Colorado. Since I had already read a book by Christopher O’Brian about the area I was fascinated that someone would have created a Tower so that others could watch for the activity reported in the area.
Upon our return trip home we decided to find the Tower and see what it was all about and truthfully I was hoping that we might see something on the way. We arrived at the Tower in the afternoon and to greet us was Judy Messoline. Judy is an amazing individual and what I found to be most unique about her was she did not pass judgment, as I would have expected when it came to the UFO phenomena. She was very opened minded and it made me feel extremely comfortable in who I was. For the most part I have kept this part of my life a secret except for only a select few. Ridicule was not something that I was willing to deal with at the time.
During the visit we found out that Judy had a campsite area and there had been reported experiences that had occurred there. The family and I made the decision that we would take the opportunity to come up over the Labor Day weekend and camp to see if we could have something similar happen with us. Call us the UFO hunters.
Upon returning home I made the effort to make a call to my dad to tell him of the place I had just been to. My dad was the one who introduced me to Christopher O’Brian’s book. We talked briefly and I told him we were going to camp over the weekend of Labor Day to see if we could see anything ourselves. This is when my dad jumps on the bandwagon joining us for this adventure. He was interested in what was going on there also.
September 2, 2000 came and we are all headed up the Tower for the campout. My dad, his wife, and my nephew were in the one car. Abe, Hannah, and I were in the other. My dad did not want to experience the rough life, so he got a hotel in a town just south of the location called Alamosa. He allowed our nephew to hang with us at the tent that night instead of hanging out with the grandparents in a hotel room.
We get there, set up the campsite, had dinner, and spent the early evening talking to Judy at the tower. Finally it was late enough to call it a night. The four of us head to the tent. This included my nephew, Hannah, Abe, and me. The tent could only hold at the maximum of four people. We all crammed into the small space, located our resting position, and went to sleep.
When we began to wake up the next morning each of us in the tent had an interesting amount of information to share about their night. After we shared our events with one another we went to Judy, who was at the Tower, and told her of what had happened. It was then that she shared something her son had recorded early in the AM about what he had experienced that night too. Judy’s son was visiting his mom at the time. And listed below is each occurrence as seen or heard by the individual.
1. My nephew: He asked if we had seen the roulette wheel that went over the tent. He had seen what he believed was a roulette wheel rotating above the tent. He explained that it went to the north and he then could see the Chico’s light up on the side of the tent walls. He also heard something like talking, but he wasn’t sure what was being said. Then he looked over and saw that Abe was not in his sleeping bag, but the tent door was zippered shut.
2. Hannah: She heard what she terms chattering. She said that there were many individuals outside of the tent speaking, but she couldn’t determine what was being said and how many individuals there might be.
3. Myself: I heard the microwaves that are given off by the ships. Note: I had the same experience in 1995 and was given this term of microwaves. When it was occurring I wanted to wake up but couldn’t. The more I tried to the harder it became and the next thing I knew it was morning.
4. Abe: Sat up after we had been discussing this for some time and stated, “I had the weirdest dream ever.” He then shared it. He said that he was outside the tent. To the north west of the location was a ship that was grayish in color, forty foot across, and was approximately 2 – 3 feet off the ground. Outside the ship was little white, similar to grey like beings, with emerald eyes, that had legs that reminded him of frogs. They were hopping around the area. His exact words were at that moment was, “What the world is going on?” He then saw a 6 – 7 foot being walking towards him that was a tall grey and not white like the others. And then he woke up to us talking about the night’s events.
5. Judy’s son: He woke up in the early morning hours to go to the bathroom. Upon returning to bed he had seen a light over the tower area. He then saw the light zoom off to the north at a high rate of speed.
6. There was a sixth observer, my dad, but he was not at the location where it happened. His experience was waking up in the early morning hours, about the time Judy’s son had woke up and felt uneasy. He looked to the north, where we were located, but couldn’t see anything from his vantage point. He relayed this us as he came by to pick up my nephew for a day of sightseeing.

All these experiences were recorded and listed in a book that Judy later published called, “That Crazy Lady Down the Road.” The extent of the information is not as detailed as here just because back then we were confused and scared on how much information we should share.
There were at least 5 confirmed witnesses and 1 witness that only had a feeling. We each had a different experience yet it all meshed together in the end. What happened did affect some, but it was my nephew who had to admit there might be something else to this world. He was not a believer at that point in time.
But it doesn’t end there.
Mary.

Dulce By Mary Muñoz © October 19, 2008

I would like to jump to the spring of 2003. Growing up I found many places to be my home and one of them just happened to be a small community in northwestern New Mexico called Bloomfield. I lived in the area from 1967 – 1977 with my mom, step-dad, and siblings. Growing up in the area was fun full of adventure to a young kid and I wanted to share that adventure with my family, so we took a day drive there to see what I use to call home.
The position of Bloomfield to Moriarty allowed us to have two choices for our trip home. We could go back the way we came or we could go around a longer but more scenic route. We decided that viewing Navajo Dam would be great and then we could head over to the infamous Dulce that is said to have had strange happenings around it. Being adventurous and curious we decided that an extra long trip would not be out of the question for the day.
We get to Dulce in the late afternoon and had to get some fuel. Since I had been driving most of the trip I decided that I would trade positions with Abe and let him take command. I wanted to have a better view of Archuleta Mountain, the reported location of the base. It was said to be just north of the town.
When we got into town I had noticed the bluff to the north and was very interested in it, but wasn’t sure if it could be the famous mountain that is said to house some strange things. I found out later that it was not the one I was looking for. Archuleta sits north of that bluff, but that didn’t matter after what occurred next.
Abe is pumping the gas while Hannah and I go in and buy some snacks in the only convenience store we could find. I look up and see Abe coming in the door. “Hey Hun, what do you want to eat.” He ignored me. I looked at Hannah and she shrugged her shoulders. Abe went straight to the restrooms.
I pay for the snacks we chose and it was right at that moment that Abe came out and motioned us to the door. He holds onto my shoulder and grasps just a bit. I look at him, “What is wrong?”
“You are driving.” We step out of the door that he pushes open for us.
“What, I thought we decided…” He interrupts me, “You need to drive, please, please, I will tell you later what happened.”
“Okay.” I thought to myself.
We walk a short distance to the car when I notice that there is a sheriff pumping gas behind us. He was extremely tall in comparison to those around us. I estimated he was well over 6’ tall. I look closely at him as I am approaching the door to the driver’s side and begin to wonder if this is why Abe is so freaked out. He smiles and nudges his head in a courteous way, but I don’t think much about it. I smile and nudge mine back as I turn to get into the car. I turn to Abe and he is looking straightforward. “Go. Don’t ask questions!”
“Okay…” Now my curiosity is up about his behavior, but I am still interested in looking for something, anything, that might point out the underground facility that just lay north of town. I wasn’t certain what was happening with Abe, but I would find out soon enough. Abe didn’t like the fact that I was still interested in looking around town. He turned to me and stated, “Get out of town; we don’t need to worry about the base.”
“Okay…” This is when I focused on how far getting out of town would be which wasn’t too far and then maybe I could get some closure to as why he was acting like he was. This was not my husband.
These are the exact words of my husband on what he remembered:
“He pulled in behind me while we were at the gas station. Here I am pumping gas, this pickup pulls up behind me, a Sheriff, who is Native American descent, and stood about 6’1” or 6’2”. He gets out of his truck to pump gas. He then looks at me, I look at him, and then we nod as if to communicate hello. I look back down at the gas pumping into the Toyota. Then I look back up and he is staring right at me. Not knowing what his intentions were or what my intentions were towards him he looked right at me and without his lips moving he told me, “You’re not welcomed here,” which through me into oblivion. With that in mind I hurried pumping gas, hurried into the convenience store to the bathroom, and that is where I told my wife, “You need to drive, please, please, I will tell you later what happened.” © Abelino Muñoz 18OCT2008.
For the next thirty miles or so he would not be the same person. It took me playing a Messianic Praise tape to finally throw him out of whatever took over whom he was. I don’t know what happened that day to him, but I do remember the guy from College and what he knew about my next move.
So did this guy know what our intentions were that day before we even made it to town? And when we got there was he sent out to stop us? Were we being warned to stay away for our protection or was it for theirs? Will we ever know for certain, because Abe heeded the warning; staying away. It has now been five years since that adventure began and we have yet to be back. Will we do it again? I don’t know, but if we do, we will know the possibilities of what awaits us the next time. But this wouldn’t be the first or the last time strange occurrences would meet up with us, more on that next week.
Mary.

A Tribute to the Man Who Flew Among the UFOs-Is it all True Series #54

This man was an American businessman, aviator, sailor and adventurer. This man’s body was finally recovered from a violent plane clash in the Sierra Nevada Mountains on Oct.2th 2008. What drove this man? He was driven by adventure, competition, lack of fear and the desire to go beyond, way beyond where normal man has gone.

A few of his accomplishments include the first ever around the world air balloon record in 2002, sailed around the world in 2004, and the World Solo Glider record in 2005. He has a total of 93 world aviation records, 23 world sailing records, and also mountain climbing and cross-country skiing records.

So why didn’t this man leave a flight plan behind with his family and why did he leave behind his prized GPS watch. Are these events just coincidences? Maybe? Maybe not? A week after he was reported missing and the most expensive rescue search in American history was launched, a close friend of mine, a renowned dowser, had located the crash site with his trusty dowsing rods less than 50 miles from the actual crash site. On the surface that wouldn’t seem like a close psychic hit, but the search party was searching a 175,000 sq. mile area.

Back in August of 2008, I wrote a posting on this adventurer and the possibility he had entered a vortex area and was enjoying a sabbatical with a group a friendly, cool alien beings (see August 16, 2008 “His Magical Vortex”). I will say with no doubt in my mind and no doubt in my heart this amazing American has flown among the UFOs. For his courage and determination would have bought them (our alien visitors) close in to see who this crazy human was and why fear in life never crossed his mind.

To have fear is to be small and to have no fear is to be infinitely large

To you, Steve Fossett, I hope you are enjoying your next great adventure—fly high.

In peace and love, —MWiz.

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Good Bye and Fly High.

1984 An Alternate Reality Part 6 By Mary Muñoz© October 12, 2008

Now that we knew a class that this elusive person was in it was my job to find a professor that could get his name. It took some time to get up the nerve to approach the person I had chosen, but they were the only one I could trust under the circumstances. Not only was I putting them on the line I was putting my own schooling on the line too.
The person I picked was a professor who happened to be interested in the UFO phenomena. Not only did they have that interest, but also they were rebellious in nature. This would make it easier for me to approach them and I did. But my next step would be to figure out what to say to make it believable. I mean, come on, humanoid type Extraterrestrial beings running around the school! Either they were going to accept what I was saying or report me as some crazy fool.
Finally Answers
The professor found out the name immediately, but this person didn’t tell me right away due to their own investigation which they launched. Truthfully they really got into the part. Apparently the files showed that this person in question came from a specific area of Oklahoma, which just happened to be the same area that the professor owned property. The professor happened to know some local people there due to this and was able to add information to what they already had found through the school files, which for them was not complete. It would be a couple of weeks before I would get answers about whom we were dealing with. And the report went like this:
The professor approached the other teacher for the name within 24 hours of the request. They went directly to the Administration Office, pulled the file, and found that it was not complete. They found this to be strange since the university has certain guidelines when enrolling students. What they did find out was that the files showed this person had at least four other degrees to his accomplishments. Apparently he was a full time student, but his age in the files showed him to be in his mid-twenties. The degrees listed were in the areas of Science, Political Science, Mathematics, and History. His file showed that he came from a small town about 35 miles from Weatherford, but on further investigation by the professor no one in the town ever heard of him or his parents. None of them existed, which explained the discrepancy in the files themselves.
The stranger was staying in the dorms just north of the Political Science Building at the time of the investigation and he apparently had a room to himself. He didn’t have roommate, which was another unique situation, since most students didn’t get that opportunity in that particular dorm. Within days of the professor accessing the information in the files the stranger ended his term at the school and disappeared off the maps. There was no forwarding information given and no reason for ending his education so abruptly. He just packed up and left one day.
Though I never got an actual picture of the guy I did do a drawing based on what I remember about him. To this day my dad has the original in his collection. And it was told to me that a person matching the same description was seen in Albuquerque several months later operating a bus with the transit system. This person looked liked and exhibited many unusual abilities, but that is not my story to tell. I was not there so I could never verify if it was him or not, so it will be left for the one who experienced it to tell, but as for me one would think that this would be my only experience with a humanoid being, but in 2003 my husband, Abe, would encounter firsthand someone very similar in character and abilities, but that will have to come next week.
Note: As for whom the guy was; the name is written somewhere in a pile of boxes. To this day I can’t say for certain where. I do know someone who had the information too, but as I have been told, “Too many moves and many years have passed since the incident,” so if they ever come across it they will give it to me. I did bring it out in hypnosis session once, but again that is an audio tape that I will have to borrow from the therapist and replay. The picture…once I find my copy I will share it with the reader. I have it somewhere around here I just don’t want to venture through the piles of boxes.
Mary.

1984 An Alternate Reality Part 5 By Mary Muñoz © October 5, 2008

Several weeks went by before my next sighting of this illusive person. I had all but given up on ever seeing him again. I didn’t even have a plan or an idea on what to do if I did. I quit carrying the camera around with me, because he it appeared that he didn’t want me to get a picture of him. All of which was proven weeks before when I had tried.
Day 3: While I was waiting
My next encounter occurred weeks later while I was sitting in the car waiting for an art class. Since I lived thirty miles from school I would go to one class and then wait for the next. Some of those times I could wait up to a three hours and since I was student I didn’t have too many funds, so I would sit out in the car usually drawing or doing homework. Once in a blue moon I might go to the student’s hall but that only occurred if I had extra cash.
This day I had decided to hang out in the car and draw. I peered up from my drawing and started to stare out into space. What I was thinking about at that moment in time I don’t remember, but I do remember what caught my attention. At some point I noticed a figure about fifty or sixty feet away walking up the sidewalk. At first it didn’t hit me but then I realized it was the stranger. This illusive soul was headed from the Political Science Building to the Art Building, where my next class just happened to be. Uncertain what to do next I flung the door of the car opened and decided to follow on foot. I had to know something substantial about this guy and I was just given the opportunity.
I am now five feet from the bottom steps. He was just past a hands reach. Then it hit me the door was opening, but wait! He wasn’t holding onto it, it was opening all on its own, and he never lifted either arm. He just walked through it and some invisible force was keeping it opened for him. It was unreal! The doors are interesting in that they are huge, made of glass, and steel, so it took a lot of energy to hold them open like they were. “What the hell!” I thought to myself as my pace slowed down. At this point there was a part of me, who just wanted to end the chase and give up, but curiosity again would kill the cat and I had to know who this guy was. With that I picked up my pace again, ran up some steps, opened the door, and jumped into an empty lobby. What made it worse was it was eerily quiet; I was the only one in there. He had just disappeared. I knew things were not right, the lobby was huge, and I wasn’t that far behind. He should have been there.
Then I heard it, the elevator. The doors were closing and it was going somewhere. I ran to see what floor it was on. I watch it pass the second and land on the third. Instantly I bolted to the stairs. There wasn’t enough time to wait for the elevator. It took a few minutes to get to the third floor and I was out of breath when I did. One student, who happened to be in a lab adjacent from the stairs, looked at me as if he was waiting for me to drop right then and there. I get my breath back and begin to walk around the upper floor of the building.
The building was a square within squares. There were classrooms on the outside of it, a hallway that wrapped around it, and then more classrooms in the middle. Some of the rooms were occupied with doors shut while others were occupied with doors opened. The third floor was unique in that the rooms in the center of the building were the art labs for classes like photography. The outside classrooms varied on what their purpose was. Truthfully I had yet to have a class on that floor, so I didn’t really know what was up there.
I was on the east side of the building when I had left the stairs, so I decided it would be best to just walk around the hallway and see if I could locate him in a classroom. Unless he went down another stairwell on the west he should be there. I begin walking toward the north. Several of the rooms were empty, but one on back corner was occupied and the door just happened to be opened. The instructor was talking at that moment to the class. When I came upon it he turned to face the chalk board writing something on it. I slow my pace down observing everyone trying not to stand out, but see if I can find possibly get a glimpse of those attending the class.
Seeing the illusive soul wasn’t hard. He was in the very back corner in plain view of the doorway; almost like he positioned himself there purposely. There was not a single student around him. He was sitting there looking down at the book on his desk. My stomach is turning now. What was I to do? I couldn’t just go in the classroom and ask him whom he was. I might get myself in some serious trouble. Then again I didn’t have the nerves to do that anyway, so it didn’t matter. And why would I if I did? I couldn’t even talk to him on the stairwell and that would have been the perfect opportunity. There was always the possibility to hang out for an hour and see if I could follow him again, but that would be considered stalking…and yeah, I was to a point. So what to do?
I had decided that I would go home after classes and let my dad know what had happened. And I did later that night. The conversation would put into motion the need of a person who had access to the student records. We knew the classroom, the time of the class, and all we needed was the name of the professor and the name of the student. Then that person would access the records so that we could find out who this person was and if he indeed was just another human soul who happened to have an uncanny way of showing up in places at odd times. So my next goal was to locate that person, get them to keep it under wraps, so we could learn who we were dealing with. I will hold off on that till next week’s entry.
Mary.

1984 An Alternate Reality Part 4 By Mary Muñoz © September 28, 2008

Several weeks would go by before my next sighting of this illusive person. I had all but given up on ever seeing him again. I didn’t even have a plan or an idea on what to do if I would have ever run into him again. I didn’t even carry the camera around with me. He had just disappeared and I had decided the game was over with the stairwell incident.
Day 3: While I was waiting
My next encounter occurred while I was sitting in the car waiting for an art class. Since I lived thirty miles from school I would go to one class and then wait for the next, which at times meant up to a three-hour wait. During these times I would sit out in the car, watch others walk by, draw, or go down to the student’s hall.
This day I had decided to hang out in the car and draw. I peered up from my drawing and started staring out into space. What I was thinking about at that moment in time I don’t remember. But I do remember what caught my attention. It was during that point in time that I noticed a figure about sixty feet away walking up the sidewalk. They were headed from the Political Science Building to the Art Building, where my next class was.
You guess it…it was him. I could not believe it! I fly out of the car with only my keys. I run up the short walk to the door of the building. I am only five feet from the bottom steps and the door is opening for him. Note to the Reader: The door opened without him ever touching it. Now in shock I stop. “What the hell!” I thought to myself as my pace slowed down. “No, I am going to do this! He can’t win!” I picked up my pace flying through the doors of the building.
The lobby was empty and eerily quiet. There was no sign of the guy. Then I heard it, the elevator. I ran to see what floor it was on. “The third, it’s the third floor!” Instead of waiting for the elevator to come down I decided I had no time. I began to run up the stairs reaching the third floor out of breath.
I knew he was up there, but where? Since classes were already in session I walked slowly trying to peer into all the rooms with doors opened. I headed directly north from the stairwell I had come out at, which happened to be located on the east side of the building. It didn’t take long and bingo; there he was in a class on the northeast corner. He was sitting in the back by himself. He stood out. I walked by the room twice just to make sure it was him, but I was certain.
I would call my dad and share the new developments. It was then that he suggested employing someone else, maybe a professor, to help locate an identity. Reluctantly I agreed. I did know of someone that might be willing to help us out with this. They just happened to be interested in the phenomena and had the ability to be discreet in the process of it all. So the next day I would meet them and discuss the situation. The end result left us with more questions than we had in the beginning, but more on that next week.
Mary.