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PostSubject: Travis Walton    Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:31 pm

Travis Walton



Slučaj Travis Walton ( POTRAGA )

Ponekad nismo ni svijesni koliko se nasumičnih događanja događa - baš nama. Ponekad nam jedan od takvih događaja promijeni cijeli život. Budeći se ujutro, započinje novo kolo nasumičnosti koje nas vodi kroz dan. Ponekad se nađemo u toliko nevjerovatnoj situaciji da ne znamo dal smo sretni što se to nama događa, ili nas je snašla kakva nesreća. Petog dana u studenome 1975. godine nekolicini ljudi se dogodilo nešto što im je obilježilo život. Ovo je istiniti događaj.

Sve je započelo jedne obične srijede, 5. studenog 1975. godine. Walton je radio za Mikea Rogersa koji je unatrag 9 godina radio za šumarstvo SAD-a. Bili su bliski prijatelji. Walton je izlazio sa Mikeovom sestrom te su se naknadno vjenčali. Ostali zaposlenici bili su Ken Peterson, John Goulette, Steve Pierce, Allen Dallis and Dwayne Smith; svi su živjeli u malome gradiću u Arizoni imenom Snowflake. Toga dana posao im je bio rušenje manjih stabala te čišćenje šikara pored Turkey Springsa u Arizoni. Posao je obuhvaćao dosta veliko područje te je bio najveći posao koji su dobili od šumarstva sjedinjenih država, ali je posao išao sporo pa su radili sa zakašnjenjem. Kako taj posao donosi veliki prihod, radnici su se žrtvovali da stignu završit posao do roka, pa su radili od 6 ujutro do zalaska sunca.

Nešto poslije 18h petog studenog, radnici su završili posao namjenjen za taj dan, te su spremili sve alate u Rogersov kamionet te započeli put prema Snowflakeu. Nedugo nakon što su krenuli, iza obližnjeg se brda počelo pojavljivati jako svijetlo. Misleći kako se možda radi o nekakvome požaru, radnici su se odvezli prema svijetlu te vidjeli veliki srebrnkasti disk kako lebdi iznad livade te odašilje žarku svijetlost. Rogers je zaustavio kamionet te je Walton iskočio i zaletio se prema disku ignorirajući povike kolega koji su ga molili da se vrati. Kada je napokon došao ispod diska, disk je počeo stvarati veliku buku te se njihati lijevo-desno. Walton je počeo odstupati od diska ali ga je tada pogodilo nekakvo plavo-zeleno svijetlo od čega je Waltonovo tijelo odletjelo par metara te palo na zemlju. Rogers je, misleći kako je Walton mrtav, odjurio prema cesti od straha da će ih disk početi slijediti. Nakon par kilometara i prvobitnog šoka, zaustavili su auto, i odlučili skupiti hrabrosti te vratiti se po kolegu. Vrativši se, diska više nije bilo. Kolege su ga tražile nekih pola sata nakon čega su odlučili otići po pomoć.

Negdje oko 19.30 toga dana Peterson poziva policiju iz grada Hebera. Poziv zaprima zamjenik šerifa Chuck Ellison kojemu Peterson kaže samo kako im je kolega nestao. Zamjenik šerifa i radnici su se odlučili sastati u centru grada. U suzama i šoku, prepričali su mu događaj te ga je zamjenik šerifa primio vrlo skeptično. Zamjenik šerifa Ellison poziva šerifa Marlina Gillespiea koji mu govori da zadrži radnike do njegovog dolaska. Nakon nekih sat vremena stigli su šerif te policajac Ken Coplan te poslušali priču radnika. Rogers je inzistirao da se vrate na mjesto događaja sa psima tragačima te počnu potragu za Waltonom. Iako nisu bili opremljeni psima, dio radnika se vratio sa policijom da mjesto događaja, dok je ostali dio radnika bio previše potresen te se vratio prenjeti lošu vijest obitelji Travisa Waltona. Stigavši na mjesto događaja, šerif je postao sumnjičav prema pričama radnika zbog manjka fizičkih dokaza. Iako su i dobrovoljci stigli u potragu za Waltonom, nisu ga našli. Duge zimske noći su govorile šerifu kako se je Walton vjerovatno izgubio te umro od pothlađenosti jer je radio u trapericama te traper jakni.

Do slijedećeg jutra ispred šume se našla poveća masa ljudi koja je odlučila pomoći u potrazi za Waltonom. Nisu našli ikakve tragove koje bi objasnile gdje se nalazi. Šerif je počeo vjerovati kako je sve to samo varka kako bi se prikrilo ubojstvo. U subotu ujutro, Waltonova obitelj ljutito ulazi u šerifov ured. Oni su se ponovno okupili pored šume ali nitko od policije nije došao u potragu za Waltonom. Još tog popodneva, policija je izvršila još jednu potragu, ovaj puta helikopterima, terenskim vozilima te policajcima na konjima.

Te iste subote, vijest o njegovu nestanku se proširila na cijelu zemlju. Masa ljudi, novinari, ufolozi, te znatiželjnici, zaposjeli su obližnje gradiće. Slijedećeg ponedjeljka, svi radnici koji su bili prisutni bili su poslani na detektor laži kojega su prošli. Nakon izvješća o detektoru laži, šerif izjavljuje kako počinje vjerovati u njihovu priču o NLO-u.

Nešto prije ponoći tog ponedjeljka, Grant Neff, muž Waltonove sestre Alison se javlja na telefon. Osoba koja se predstavlja kao Travis Walton mu kaže kako se nalazi na telefonskoj govornici u benzinskoj postaji te da treba pomoć, da je ozlijeđen i da dođu po njega. Odvezli su se do benzinske postaje te našli Travisa Waltona u nesvijesti u jednoj od telefonskih govornica. Bio je obučen kao i kada je nestao, nije bio obrijan i bio je mršaviji nego kada je nestao. Na putu prema kući, Walton je pričao o bićima sa velikim strašnim oćima, mislio je kako ga nije bilo tek nekoliko sati, ali kada je saznao istinu, bio je iznenađen i prestao je pričati. Napokon kod kuće, Walton nije mogao ni jesti te je stalno povračao. Preporučali su mu da sačuva uzorak prvog urina nakon povratka, te je obitelj zbog njegovog krhkog stanja odlučila ne prijaviti odmah njegov povratak.

Do utorka popodne, vijest o njegovom povratku su izašle u svijet.
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:32 pm

Trawis Walton (verzija događaja iz njegovih očiju)

Trawis Walton i njegovi kolege zaustavili su svoja kola ispred diska koji je lebdio. Uzbuđen je izletio iz kamioneta i uputio se prema disku.

Trawis je izjavio da je posljednje čega se sjeća prije otmice to da ga je pogodila snažna zraka svijetlosti. Kada se probudio, bio je na nekoj vrsti naslonjača iznad kojeg je bio izvor velike svijetlosti. Zrak je bio težak i vlažan. Boljelo ga je i imao je problema sa disanjem. Smatrao je da se nalazi u nekoj od obližnjih bolnica.

Tek kada su mu se domaćini vratili, shvatio je da je opkoljen od strane bića u naranđastim odijelima. Bića nisu bili ljudi. Opisao ih je kao vrlo niska bića, bez ikakvih dlaka, ogromnih očiju, te malih ustiju, ušiju te nosa. Užasno su ga uznemirile oči, velike, smeđe, sa minimalnom dozom bijele boje. Od straha za svoju sigurnost, brzo je uhvatio nekakav cilindar sa stola i pokušao ga razbiti, kako bi dobio oštar rub, ali mu ne polazi za rukom. Počeo je mahati tim cilindrom i vikati da se drže podalje. Bića su otišla i ostavili ga samog u sobi.

Nakon toga, Travis je izašao iz sobe i nastavio uskim hodnikom. Na kraju hodnika nalazila se prostorija sa sjedalom i visokim naslonjačem u sredini sobe. Iako ga je bilo strah da netko tamo sjedi, prišao je. Dok je prilazio, svijetla u sobi su se počinjala paliti. Primjetio je nešto šta je opisao kao zvijezdanu mapu. Na jednom rubu te sobe, primjetio je još jedna vrata. Počeo im se približavati, ali ga je zaustavio zvuk iza leđa. Pomislio je da će susresti još onakvih bića, ali je odahnuo kada je vidio da pored njega stoji viši čovjek u odijelu i kacigi. Tada još nije primjetio da su oči toga čovjeka malo veća te da su zlatne boje. Pokušao je započeti razgovor sa osobom ali neuspiješno. Osoba mu je pokazivala da ga slijedi, a Walton je pristao misleći kako ga biće ne čuje zbog kacige.

Prateći ga, primjetio je da je izašao iz letjelice iste onakve kakvu su susreli samo puno veću. Bili su u nekakvome hangaru. Uskoro su ušli u još jednu sobu u kojoj su bile još tri osobe, dva muškarca te žena. Nisu imali kacige pa im je počeo zadavat pitanja na koja mu nisu odgovarala, ali zato su ga uzeli za ruku, odveli do neke vrste stola i stavili mu neku vrstu plinske maske na lice. Prije nego šta se mogao oduprijeti, onesvijestio se.

Kada se ponovno probudio, bio je u blizini benzinske postaje u Heberu, Arizoni. Disk je lebdio iznad njega a nakon nekog vremena samo u trenutku odletio u nebo. Walton se nekako dovukao do telefonske govornice i pozvao pomoć, gdje su ga nedugo nakon toga našli u polusvijesnom stanju. Mislio je da je samo par sati prošlo.

http://paranormal.bloger.hr/
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:33 pm

Ovdje je Travis Walton opisao svoja iskustva. Na ovoj stranici je opis te prve rase a na drugoj iza nje opis te šta više liči na ljude.

http://www.travis-walton.com/aliens.html


Then I felt something pressing down lightly on my chest. It felt cool and smooth. I looked down and managed to hold my eyes open long enough to see that my shirt and jacket were pushed up around my shoulders, exposing my chest and abdomen. A strange device curved across my body. It was about four or five inches thick and I could feel that it extended from my armpits to a few inches above my belt. It curved down to the middle of each side of my rib cage. It appeared to be made of shiny, dark gray metal or plastic.

I looked past the upper edge of the device. I could see the blurry figures of the doctors, leaning over me with their white masks and caps. They were wearing unusual, orange-colored surgical gowns. I could not make out their faces clearly.

Abruptly my vision cleared. The sudden horror of what I saw rocked me as I realized that I was definitely not in a hospital.

I was looking squarely into the face of a horrible creature! It looked steadily back at me with huge, luminous brown eyes the size of quarters.

I looked frantically around me. There were three of them! I struck out at the two on my right, hitting one with the back of my arm, knocking it into the other one. My swing was more of a push than a blow, I was so weakened. The one I touched felt soft through the cloth of its garment. The muscles of its puny physique yielded with a sponginess that was more like fat than sinew. The creature was light and had fallen back easily.

I lunged unsteadily to my feet and staggered back against a utensil-arrayed bench that followed the curve of one wall. I leaned there heavily, keeping my eyes riveted on those horrid entities.

My action had caused the device across my chest to crash to the floor. No wires or tubes connected it to me, or to anything else. It rocked back and forth on its upper side. The rocking sent shifting beams of greenish light out onto the floor, from the underside of the machine.

My aching body would not do what I told it to. My legs felt too weak to hold me up. I leaned heavily on the counter. The monstrous trio of humanoids started toward me. Their hands reached out at me.

With the superhuman effort of a cornered animal, I ground out the strength to defend myself. Fighting the splitting pain in my skull, I grabbed for something from the bench with which to fend them off. My hand seized on a thin transparent cylinder about eighteen inches long. It was too light to be an effective club. I needed something sharp. I tried to break the tip off the tube. I smashed the end of the glasslike wand down on the waist-high metal slab I had been lying on. It would not break.

I sprang into a fighting stance with my legs spread wide to brace for the attack. I lashed out with the weapon at the advancing creatures, screaming desperate, hysterical threats. The creatures slowed but continued toward me, their hands outstretched.

"Keep back, damn you!" I shrieked menacingly.

They halted. In a snarling crouch I held the tube threateningly back behind my head. I felt hopelessly trapped. I was surrounded, with my back to the wall.

They stood still, mutely. They were a little under five feet in height. They had a basic humanoid form: two legs, two arms, hands with five digits each, and a head with the normal human arrangement of features. But beyond the outline, any similarity to humans was terrifyingly absent.



Their thin bones were covered with white, marshmallowy-looking flesh. They had on single-piece coverall-type suits made of soft, swedelike material, orangish brown in color. I could not see any grain in the material, such as cloth has. In fact, their clothes did not appear even to have any seams. I saw no buttons, zippers, or snaps. They wore no belts. The loose billowy garments were gathered at the wrists and perhaps the ankles. They didn't have any kind of raised collar at the neck. They wore simple pinkish tan footwear. I could not make out the details of their shoes, but they had very small feet, about a size four by our measure.

When they extended their hands toward me, I noticed they had no fingernails. Their hands were small, delicate, without hair. Their thin round fingers looked soft and unwrinkled. Their smooth skin was so pale that it looked chalky, like ivory.

Their bald heads were disproportionately large for their puny bodies. They had bulging, oversized craniums, a small jaw structure, and an underdeveloped appearance to their features that was almost infantile. Their thin-lipped mouths were narrow; I never saw them open. Lying close to their heads on either side were tiny crinkled lobes of ears. Their miniature rounded noses had small oval nostrils.

The only facial feature that didn't appear underdeveloped were those incredible eyes! Those glistening orbs had brown irises twice the size of those of a normal human eye's, nearly an inch in diameter! The iris was so large that even parts of the pupils were hidden by the lids, giving the eyes a certain catlike appearance. There was very little of the white part of the eye showing. They had no lashes and no eyebrows.

With all the screaming and the hysterical questions I had thrown at them, they never once said anything to me. I did not hear them speak to each other. Their mouths never made any kind of sound or motion. The only sounds I heard were those of movements, and my own voice.

Just as I girded myself to spring at them, they abruptly turned and scurried from the room! They went out the open door, turned right and disappeared. The anticlimax of their retreat was incredible. The extra adrenaline that had squirted into my bloodstream left me trembling uncontrollably. I collapsed back against the bench, struggling to slow my racing heart. I gulped the heavy air in ragged gasps.

Afraid of the aliens' return, I looked toward the door. No sign of anyone. I needed something better to defend myself with. I noticed an array of strange instruments lying on the bench. The instruments were arranged near the middle of the bench, leaving either end of it clear. There was nothing I recognized, but some of the chromelike objects reminded me of those in a laboratory or doctor's office. All of the objects were too small to be effective as weapons. I was more afraid of being hurt by some of those instruments. I touched nothing more, throwing the clear tube I still held down on the floor.
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:33 pm

Ova druga rasa ( šta izgleda kao ljudi ) meni nije zanimljiva jer se ne motaju baš nešto ovdje al eto stavit ćemo ih tako da ima reda radi.

I walked back to the chair and stood beside it, looking at the buttons. I was thinking about pushing some of them, when I heard a faint sound. I whirled around and looked at the door. There, standing in the open doorway, was a human being!

I stood frozen to the spot. He was a man about six feet two inches tall. His helmeted head barely cleared the doorway. He was extremely muscular and evenly proportioned. He appeared to weigh about two hundred pounds. He wore a tight-fitting bright blue suit of soft material like velour. His feet were covered with black boots, a black band or belt wrapped around his middle. He carried no tools or weapons on his belt or in his hands; no insignia marked his clothing.




I ran up to him, exclaiming, babbling all sorts of questions. The man remained silent throughout my verbal barrage. I was worried by his silence. He took me firmly but gently by the arm and gestured for me to go with him. He led me out of that room and hurried me down the narrow hallway, pulling me along behind him due to its narrowness.

He stopped in front of a closed doorway that slid open, into the wall. I did not see what caused it to open. The door opened into a bare room so small it was more like a foyer or section of hallway. The door slid shut quickly and silently behind us. Again I attempted to talk to the man as we stood there. No answer.

We spent approximately two minutes in the metal cubicle, no more than seven by five by twelve feet. Then a doorway, the same size as the other door and directly opposite it, slid open.

The brilliant warm light that came through the opening door into the airlock-like room was almost like daylight in color and brightness. Fresh, cool air wafted in, reminding me of springtime in the out-of-doors, making me realize just how dark and stifling that place had been. What relief that fresh air was! The air moved around me in a softly fluctuating current. I stood and inhaled deeply the clean, cool breeze. The last tinges of the ache in my head and chest almost completely disappeared. I had nearly forgotten the discomfort that had been with me constantly since I had regained consciousness.



I decended a short, steep ramp seven or eight feet to the floor. I looked around to discover that, although I was outside that dim, humid craft, I was not out-of-doors. I was in a huge room. The ceiling was sectioned into alternating rectangles of dark metal and those that gave off light. The ceiling itself curved down to form one of the larger walls in the room. The room was shaped like one-quarter of a cylinder laid on its side.

The outside of the craft we had just left was shaped like the one we had seen in the woods, but was very much larger, about sixty feet in diameter and sixteen feet high. It did not emit light; instead it had a surface of shiny brushed-metal luster. It seemed to radiate a faint heat from its hull. The craft either sat flat on its bottom or, if it had legs, they were only a few inches high. It sat nearly in the middle of the large room.

On my left, toward one end of the large room, there were two or three oval-shaped saucers, reflecting light like highly polished chrome. I could see two of them very clearly, and a silvery reflection that could have been another shiny, rounded craft. They were about forty or forty-five feet in diameter, quite a bit smaller than the angular vehicle I had just come out of. I saw no projections or breaks in the smooth, shiny, flattened spheres. They sat on very rounded bottoms and I could not see how they balanced that way.

The man escorted me across the open floor to a door that opened silently and quickly from the middle outward. We were in a hallway about six feet wide, illuminated from the eight-foot-high ceiling, which was one long panel of softly diffused light. The hallway was straight and perhaps eighty feet long. Closed double doors were distributed along the corridor.

At the end of the hallway, another pair of double doors. I watched closely this time. I did not see him touch anything, but again the doors slid silently back from the middle. We entered a white room approximately fifteen feet square, with another eight-foot-high ceiling. The room had a table and a chair in it. But my interest was immediately focused on the three other humans!
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Thu Sep 09, 2010 11:34 pm

Two men and a woman were standing around the table. They were all wearing velvety blue uniforms like the first man's, except that they had no helmets. The two men had the same muscularity and the same masculine good looks as the first man. The woman also had a face and figure that was the epitome of her gender. They were smooth-skinned and blemishless. No moles, freckles, wrinkles, or scars marked their skin. The striking good looks of the man I had first met became more obvious on seeing them all together. They shared a family-like resemblance, although they were not identical.

"Would somebody please tell me where I am?" I implored. I was still utterly shaken from my encounter with those awful creatures. "What in hell is going on? What is this place?"

They didn't answer me. They only looked at me, though not unkindly. One man and the woman came around the table, approaching me. Silently they each took me by an arm and led me toward the table. I didn't know why I should cooperate with them. They wouldn't even tell me anything. But I was in no position to argue, so I went along at first.

They lifted me easily onto the edge of the table. I became wary and started protesting. "Wait a minute. Just tell me what you are going to do!"

I began to resist them, but all three began pushing me gently backward down onto the table. I looked up at the ceiling, covered with panels of softly glowing white light with a faint blue cast.

I saw that the woman suddenly had an object in her hand from out of nowhere — it looked like one of those clear, soft plastic oxygen masks, only there were no tubes connected to it. The only thing attached to it was a small black golfball-sized sphere.



She pressed the mask down over my mouth and nose. I started to reach up to pull it away. Before I could complete the motion, I rapidly became weak. Everything started turning gray. Then there was nothing at all but black oblivion . . .

http://www.travis-walton.com/human.html
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:43 am

Zanimljivo.
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:11 pm

Prekopirat ću nešto sa SZ.

Quote :
Ova rasa koja mene zanima dolazi s Belatrixa. Belatrix 4. Četvrti planet od njihovog sunca. Sam planet je podijeljen na južnu i sjevernu polutku. Ovi su sa sjevera. Ovi s juga s gori al nisu ni izdaleka razvijeni kao ovi. Jedna planeta dva različita vladanja. U osnovi ovi sjevernjaci su zanimljvi.

Ne znam ni sam gdje da ih stavim. Zbog otmica bi ih stavio u negativne al zbog ovoga mi se ne da.

9/11 Pentagon Attack: A Closer Look

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsWZHKIg3Cs

The pentagon was not hit by a airliner. See for yourself

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmP2Vy8K0i0&feature=related

Ni uz najbolju volju rasi koja je pronašla optimalno riješenje nekih svojih problema , izvukla putnike , jednu raketu koja je tribala past na njihov teritorij poslala kroz dimenzionalna vrata ravno u Pentagon , ja ne mogu ih smatrat neprijateljima.

Oni su šahisti. Poćet ću koristit taj izraz za rase koje se provlaće na rubu zakona slobodne volje jer ne znam više kako da ih definiram.

Ovi imaju nekakvu spravu poput tv koja im može pokazati buduće događaje i ako ih tu nešto zanima oni odluće šta će najbolje za sebe. Rasa koja je izvukla avion a umijesto njega usmijerila neprijateljsku raketu ravno u srce Pentagona ja jednostavno ni uz najbolju volju ne mogu smatrati neprijateljima jer oni to nisu.

Oni su shebali Pentagon ovako. Umiješali su se jer su imali nekih svojih interesa koji nemaju veze s napadom nego s nećim drugim a to je da su u tim avionima bili i nekakvi biolozi i molekularni genetićari koji bi poginili da se nisu umiješali. I oni su imali nekih svojih ratova i rasa Gary Kasparov je jednostavno napravila usmjeravanje nečega vamo a nećega vamo njima i to je to. Optimalno riješenje. Jaki su u pi... mat...u.

Scientists of the AA flight 77.

With regard to the plane of the pentagon that was abducted, I was checking the official list of passengers of the AA Flight 77 and two people were actually working in the field of Genetic research, although they were not men, but women; their names are : Dora Menchaca, 45 and Lisa Raines, 42.

http://www.legacy.com/sept11/SearchResult.aspx?PageNo=2&location=AA77&lastname=&city=&state=N/A&count=25

American Flight 77

Dora Menchaca, 45, of Santa Monica, California, an associate director of clinical research at Amgen Inc.

http://www.legacy.com/sept11/Story.aspx?PersonID=91816&location=6



Lisa J. Raines, a Lobbyist for Biotechnology, Is Dead at 42

Lisa J. Raines, one of the earliest and most prominent lobbyists for the biotechnology industry, died on Tuesday in the crash of the hijacked airplane that hit the Pentagon. She was 42 and lived in Great Falls, Va.

Ms. Raines was senior vice president for government relations at the Genzyme Corporation, a biotechnology company in Cambridge, Mass. She was flying from Washington to Los Angeles aboard American Airlines Flight 77 to attend a company sales meeting in Palm Springs, Calif.

Ms. Raines played a role in shaping virtually all of the laws affecting the biotechnology industry over more than a decade, including laws that strengthened patent protection and accelerated the approval of drugs by the Food and Drug Administration.

http://www.legacy.com/sept11/Story.aspx?PersonID=91821&location=6
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PostSubject: Re: Travis Walton    Sat Oct 02, 2010 2:18 pm

Inaće je zanimljiva ova rasa s Bellatrixa. Nisu to gresi otmićari radi hibridizacije. Dakle ne govorimo o Espiga 4 i tome. Ovo je posebna prića. Imaju isto problema s DNK-a al u osnovi problema s životnim vijekom jer im je kratak. Interesantni su jer su Piramide u Bosni njihovo maslo , zatim raketa u Pentagon je isto njihovo maslo i Travis Walton također njihovo maslo. Dakle poprilićno su aktivni ovdje.

http://unveiledsecretsandmessagesoflight.blogspot.com/2009/09/bosnian-pyramids.html

http://unveiledsecretsandmessagesoflight.blogspot.com/2009/09/911-pentagon-strike.html

Ne smatram ih negativnima. Prije neutralnima i tako. U osnovi nisu negativci. Recimo ovi putnici u tom avionu u osnovi da se ovi nisu umiješali bili bi mrtvi sto posto. Dakle optimalno riješenje. Izvukli ljude , jednu raketu koju im je neprijateljska strana poslala usmjerili ovamo , pogodili Pentagon , svima ok. Šahisti teški. U kratko optimalno riješenje. Sad će im još ovi genetičari tj genetičarke pomoć da prorade na tom svom problemu s genetikom. Dakle opet plus. A inaće bi bili mrtvi da se ovi nisu umiješali a umiješali su se baš zbog ovoga kad su vidili tko je u avionu.

Samo zbog tog Pentagona meni su već dragi za popizdit. Buuuummmmmm. Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing Laughing


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