#UFO newspaper clips

[sergioguymanproust]

Spy probes of an extraterrestrial origin have been coming to this planet for millennia,but since the very beginning of our space program NASA and the Pentagon have kept it secret after every mission and probes sent to investigate in our orbits and the moon as well.We are all aware of the black night probe that has been in orbit for ages as well as 14 other similar craft currently in orbit believe to be of the same origin.This particular one looking like a sea urchin has been with us for many years of an unknown origin no country has ever claimed to be the creator ,so naturally we assume it to be of an extraterrestrial origin.We only hear from our government the same old story that being these crafts being space debris from previous attempts to put in orbits ,old and discontinued rockets and satellites that never burned in reentry.Lies and more lies ,to cover up their ignorance and fear of approaching such probes.Hundreds of attempts failed after being warned by galactic forces .As of the end of last year ,the Pentagon put out reports claiming that to this very day they have no idea what this renamed UAP phenomena really is. As I sip my brandy by the fire ,I can’t help chuckle of such obscene and pervasive nature of those hybrid humans running the show.They do believe we are all sheep.But the reality is that millions of us know better than to believe their smoke and mirrors charade.It is pathetic and sad to see their agents running like chickens with no head collecting greys and their saucers,threatening like mafia cartels those witnesses in the name of national security even when they are in Brazil,France,and other countries and continents that they have no jurisdiction whatsoever.Sad indeed. Well,enough said.Do your homework and see for yourself .Words and ufo artwork by SergioGuyman Proust.

#ufology #extraterrestrial craft #ufofiles #ufo sighting #spy probes of an extraterrestrial nature #words and ufoart. by sergioguyman proust. #blacknight ufo #ufo newspaper clips #check NASA vids of the ISS and live feed.

[jadeseadragon]

My mother died early this morning, just a couple weeks short of her 101st birthday. (1922 - 2023)

She lived a full life. She was a farm girl from Minnesota who defied her family to attend college. She had a Bachelors degree in Journalism from the University of Minnesota and a Masters in Social Work from the University of Washington.

She traveled extensively (Europe, China, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Mexico...) and lived in Colombia, South America with my father for over a year after she retired.

She always bickered with my father about politics and voted against Republicans. She thought George W. Bush was a moron, and knew Trump as a liar, a criminal and a piece of shit.

She was a feminist, a progressive, and supportive of environmental issues. She had witnessed both a UFO and a ghost, according to her own testimony. She stopped attending church in the 1950s and never promoted religious dogma.

I have a newspaper clipping somewhere of a letter to the editor she wrote in the early 1970s defending women's right to abortion and birth control. She wrote poetry and was also the author of a novel - a ghost story. She liked reading true crime books. (She was a Scorpio, after all.)

She was a great cook, and an expert knitter. She even had a spinning wheel and learned to make her own yarn. She once spun and knit a sweater out of her own dog's fur! She collected Blue Willow china.

I will miss her.

[Gifs from "Garden of Words," 2013]

#rest in peace #mom's death

[dont-touch-the-phlebotinum]

With a faint ding the elevator doors peel open. Steve's been reassigned enough times by now to know the drill, and this, stepping out into a narrow, dingy sub-basement corridor, isn't it. The place seems more likely to house cleaning cupboards and dusty storage rooms than offices. If he thought his own cubicle upstairs was depressing, it's nothing compared to being forced to work down here every day.

It doesn't exactly fill Steve with confidence.

"This way," says Agent Cunningham. The click of her heels echoes off the bare walls as Steve follows.

"So, are the rumours true?"

"I don't know what rumours you're talking about."

"Cunningham," says Steve.

She stops with a sigh and looks back at Steve. "He's mostly harmless," she says.

"But he likes the freaky cases."

"Well that's why you're here, isn't it, Agent Harrington? And if your record is any indication, you shouldn't have any trouble at all finding a scientific explanation for those freaky cases."

She turns and walks ahead, leading Steve farther into the forgotten depths of the building until they reach a door with an X on a scrap of paper taped in place of a name plate. Cunningham raps primly at the door – not that anyone inside is likely to hear it over the heavy metal blaring from within – and lets herself in.

Steve takes a cautious step after her and peers around the room. It's more of a closet than an office, the precariously stacked archive boxes and piles of manila folders loaded atop every surface only adding to the claustrophobic feeling. Newspaper clippings are pinned to the walls alongside blurry photographs of dark shapes in the sky and what Steve's fairly sure is another Bigfoot hoax. There's even a poster of a UFO right opposite the door, for God's sake.

If someone was trying to decorate for a deranged conspiracy theorist, they'd come up with something like this.

Steve wonders if maybe that's the point.

Finally his eyes land on the mop of dark curls bent over the desk, haloed in cigarette smoke and bobbing along to the music until Cunningham turns off the stereo.

"This had better be good, Chris."

"Eddie, this is Agent Harrington–"

He spins around in his chair to face them, and Steve's eyes track over him; the scars on his left cheek, faint but still visible; the shirt sleeves rolled past the elbows to reveal tattooed forearms; the dark eyes glaring back at them. He doesn't look like a conspiracy loon. He doesn't look much like a federal agent, either. What he looks like is the kind of guy Steve would drag home from a seedy bar and never see again come the morning.

Steve shakes away that thought.

"I told you I don't need a partner."

"And I told you that decision is out of your hands," says Cunningham. She turns to Steve with a smile, as if the two of them aren't currently being glowered at from across the room. "Steve, meet Agent Munson."

"Harmless, huh?" mutters Steve.

"Mostly. I'll leave you two to get acquainted," she adds, louder, and gives Munson a stern look. "Be nice."

Before either of them can protest she's stepping out of the room. The door shuts behind her with a definitive click, plunging the room into a stony silence.

When Steve looks back Munson's already watching him, sizing him up without subtlety. A hint of a wry smile hovers at his lips. "Is this a punishment for me or for you?" he says.

"Both, I suspect." There's a pencil sketch tacked up beside him – some kind of monster without a face that he's willing to bet Munson drew himself – and Steve studies it with a grimace. "You really believe in all this stuff?"

A quirk of a dark eyebrow. "You really trust your government to be wholly open and honest about the existence of the paranormal?"

"We work for the government."

"And?" he says. He shakes out another cigarette and is about to place it between his lips when he frowns down at the pack and decides against it. Instead, Munson picks up one of the pens scattered across his desk, clicking it over and over, so fast it grates on Steve's nerves.

He watches the discomfort flicker across Steve's face, and doesn't stop.

"So you're here to, what, report back to the brass that I'm as out of my gourd as you all think I am?"

"That's not my brief."

"What is your brief?" Munson shoots back. His eyes fixed on Steve are hard, but wary, perhaps. Defensive. It's not a look Steve was expecting from a man who drapes his reputation around himself like a mantle.

"These cold cases of yours," Steve says. "Maybe there is no scientific answer out there. But where there is, it's my job to find it."

"What happens when you can't?"

The words are a challenge, and after a lifetime of competitive sports the old cockiness is creeping back in before Steve can even think to repress it. "I don't think that's likely."

Munson grins and pushes himself out of his chair, snatching up one of the folders on his desk as he saunters across the room towards Steve. "Beg to differ," he says. He hands Steve the folder.

Inside is a picture of a doctor surrounded by smiling patients and a lurid newspaper headline about MK-Ultra by some writer called Murray Bauman. The publication is unfamiliar, which doesn't do much to reassure Steve that this Bauman guy isn't a quack.

"You ever heard of Hawkins, Indiana?" says Munson.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fic #stranger things #steddiedaily #my writing

[george-weasleys-girl]

Chapter 28 ‐ The Waiting Game

Warnings: none

Summary: The last few weeks apart creep on forever for George and Y/N

*I apologize if the story has been dragging a bit recently. I promise things will pick up again soon!*

Start Here:

George's POV

Time is strange. Sometimes, it would fly by leaving George wondering where it had all gone, and other times, it slowed to a crawl. Recently, there were moments when he was positive it was moving in reverse.

George lay across his bed, reading through the pile of newspaper clippings, a wide grin spread across his face. Ilvermorny's annual senior prank had created a sensation. Muggle newspapers all across the US covered the "UFO sighting." George liked to think his and Fred's involvement, indirect as it may have been, contributed to its glorious triumph.

Folding up everything, he placed it all back in the envelope, then stretched and gave a jaw-cracking yawn. He was exhausted. A little over a month ago, he and Fred flew out of Hogwarts in a blaze of glory, giving Umbridge the metaphorical finger on their way out. People hadn't stopped talking about it. Nor had they stopped talking about Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. The joke shop was roaring success. Every morning, a line of customers stood outside waiting to get in, and they didn't stop coming in until he and Fred locked the doors at night.

George welcomed those busy hours. They occupied his time and kept the painful ache of separation at bay. But, the nights? The nights were a different matter altogether. Those endless hours served as a stark reminder that he couldn't outrun his loneliness. It always caught up with him in the end.

It had been five months since he'd last held Y/N in his arms. Five long months with the only things sustaining him were her letters, a few pictures, and one poorly connected phone call where the majority of their conversation consisted of them yelling, "WHAT?" back and forth to each other.

It was nowhere near enough.

During her year at Hogwarts, he'd very quickly gotten used to having her by his side every day. Yet, after almost a year apart, he just couldn't get used to her absence, nor did he think he ever would.

With a sigh, he glanced at the calendar. He still had one more month to survive without her. Even though she'd graduated, she was taking a celebratory road trip to New Orleans with Callie and their other roommates. Then, she would stay with her best friend for a few days before heading to Key West to spend some time with her grandma before coming home.

As much as he wanted her here with him, he understood. The road trip had been in the works long before they'd met. And he certainly couldn't begrudge her for wanting to spend time with family and friends before coming back. Those things were important and it might be a while before she could visit them again.

Besides, he'd have Y/N every day for the rest of his life. So, he reckoned it was a fair trade.

~•~

Y/N's POV

Three thousand miles away, Y/N sat on the front porch of Callie's family home, writing a letter to George and people watching. She and her friends had arrived in The Big Easy the night before, exhausted and happy to be stationary for a few days. The trip so far had been amazing, and Y/N had hoped that it would've kept her mind off of George, but no such luck.

While at school, missing him had been manageable most of the time. Between her classes, planning the senior prank, and her apprenticeship, Y/N could generally keep herself distracted. Being on the road was very different. The long stretches of quiet that inevitably happen on road trips left her mind plenty of time to wander. And it always wandered to George.

She paused her scribblings to watch a peculiar gentleman wearing a fedora, whistling and twirling his cane in an exaggerated circle as he waltzed down the street. The Garden District, where Callie lived, was far quieter than Bourbon Street, yet it still held its cast of intriguing characters.

Observing the man as he continued strolling away, Y/N wished for the billionth time that George was there with her. She imagined he'd be quite impressed with the man's cane twirling skills and would want to go out and buy one immediately, just so he could be cool like that, too.

With a wistful smile, she returned to the letter. "Missing you terribly right now, my love. It seems I'm finding pieces of you in everything today..."

~•~

~•~

@milivanili99 @slytherclaw1978 @quackitysdrugdealer @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @fancy-pantaloons @samberriejams @totalwitch2

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x you #george weasley headcanon #george weasley imagines

[ylespar]

"I did a remote viewing in early 1980s, 82 or 83, where a UFO target was mixed in with other targets so I had no idea it was a UFO target. It was very general – the targeting material was a newspaper clipping from 1952 referring to a sighting in Tacoma WA, a pattern of lights dancing on the horizon, people getting out of their cars and watching for a few minutes. It was double-wrapped in a thick envelope. My actual remote viewing was unique in that it was not the dissociative kind of RM, it was an automatic out-of-body experience. I found myself inside a white cube. That had never happened and has not happened since. Finding myself in this cube, I started to look for windows, doors, some kind of ingress-egress, and while I was looking, an apparition of my father appeared. He had died three years earlier. The apparition was very angry and told me to leave, that I had no business being where I was, which was not my father’s nature. He would never have done that. So I knew it was a projection of some kind. My response was to continue to look for an ingress-egress point. The apparition seemed to be confused for a minute and then vanished, to be replaced by a light being that folded into two of itself, it seemed to be arguing with itself in some strange language. My first perception was to be concerned, my second was that I was supposed to be concerned, so I wasn’t going to be, which confused the light being. I was then threatened with a light being which I thought was ridiculous, I almost said it out loud. The entity argued with itself some more then folded up and disappeared. I had a sense that something reached inside my being and strummed a nerve ending that instantly made me ill. I felt I was going to projectile vomit and found myself slam bang back in my body sitting bold upright and I collided heads with my monitor. Both of us were walking around the room holding our heads in pain. I explained to him what had happened and it turned out I had gone almost comatose, slipped backwards on the chair, and he became concerned. He figured things were out of control and we terminated the remote viewing. We recorded the material and opened the envelope and discovered that the target was the UFO target. Now, here’s the fascinating part: the length of the remote viewing session was almost identical to the length of the UFO event. In the newspaper report, they said the lights just winked out at the end of the UFO event. The particular physicist who had given us the target said, jeez, I wonder if you’re the reason why the lights winked out. Or are you the reason why there were lights in 1952?"

— Joe McMoneagle, 2021 interview with Richard Thieme [Ref.]

#remote viewing #anomalous cognition #extrasensory perception #esp #parapsychology #indexremoteviewing #extraterrestrial intelligence #disclosure project #unidentified aerial phenomena #uap #ufo #indexextraterrestrialintelligence

[marshfiend]

At 7:15 p.m., on September 12, 1952, two brothers, Edward and Fred May, and their friend Tommy Hyer, said that they saw a bright object cross the sky and land on the property of local farmer G. Bailey Fisher. The boys went to the home of Kathleen May, where they told their story. May, accompanied by the three boys, local children Neil Nunley and Ronnie Shaver, and West Virginia National Guardsman Eugene Lemon, went to the Fisher farm in an effort to locate whatever it was that the boys had said they had seen. The group reached the top of a hill, where Nunley said they saw a pulsing red light. Lemon said he aimed a flashlight in that direction and momentarily saw a tall "man-like figure with a round, red face surrounded by a pointed, hood-like shape".

Descriptions varied. In an article for Fate Magazine based on his tape-recorded interviews, UFO writer Gray Barker described the figure as approximately 10 feet (3 m) tall, with a round blood-red face, a large pointed "hood-like shape" around the face, eye-like shapes which emitted greenish-orange light, and a dark black or green body. May described the figure as having "small, claw-like hands", clothing-like folds, and "a head that resembled the ace of spades". According to the story, when the figure made a hissing sound and "glided toward the group", Lemon screamed and dropped his flashlight, causing the group to run away.

September 14, 1952, news clip from the Charleston Daily Mail The group said they had smelled a "pungent mist" and some later said they were nauseated. The local sheriff and a deputy had been investigating reports of a crashed aircraft in the area. They searched the site of the reported monster but "saw, heard and smelled nothing". According to Barker's account, the next day, A. Lee Stewart Jr. of the Braxton Democrat claimed to have discovered "skid marks" in the field and an "odd, gummy deposit" which were subsequently attributed by UFO enthusiast groups as evidence of a "saucer" landing.

According to former news editor Holt Byrne, "newspaper stories were carried throughout the country, radio broadcasts were carried on large networks, and hundreds of phone calls were received from all parts of the country". The national press services rated the story "No. 11 for the year". A minister from Brooklyn came to question the May family. A Pittsburgh paper sent a special reporter. UFO and Fortean writers like Gray Barker and Ivan T. Sanderson arrived to investigate.

-Wikipedia

[hvbris]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 fandomless original character

Name: Mina Miller

Family: Cassandra Miller (big sister), parents are deceased (???)

Date of birth: January 28 (Aquarius)

Age: 27

Hair: Green, blue, pink... But usually green

Eyes: Brown

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

When she was only 12 years old, Mina and her entire family vanished in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve. The Millers disappeared for a whole week. No one knew where they were, and the police could find no signs of struggle.

A week later, the two Miller daughters reappeared in their bed. They were badly hurt and didn't make any sense. Mina sounded even crazier than her sister, repeating relentlessly that little grey men had kidnapped them. The parents never returned.

The case was closed, and Cassandra, Mina's big sister, was sure they had been taken by horrible but regular people. Mina, on the other hand, knew the truth, the strange and yet implacable truth. They had been abducted by aliens.

She started looking into stories of UFOs, abductions, and other things of the sort. She joined forums, went to conventions; the whole shebang. The more she investigated, the more she believed in the paranormal. It was, for her, a way to cope. To make sense of what had happened.

When she was 17 years old, she started making YouTube videos, discussing conspiracy theories and cryptid stories she had read about. Slowly but surely, she gathered a following. As years passed, she started exploring abandoned and haunted houses, buying more and more "paranormal tools", and filming more videos.

Now 10 years later, Mina's Youtube Channel 'E.Tea' is quite famous, and she considers herself to be a paranormal investigator. Cassandra doesn't get it at all, obviously. But either way, Mina has become a bit of a reference in the world of conspiracy theories, cryptids, and aliens.

The Newspaper clipping about their disappearance:

#mina (i'm not afraid of the boogieman; i look at him like he's a friend) #new muse alert #muse bio

[murray-baumans]

[Brett Gelman, cismale, he/him] who’s that? oh it’s [murray bauman]. i hear they’re [42] and are known as [the eccentric] around [hawkins]. they’re also a [self-employed investigative journalist] and [self-described genius]. they’re known to be [perceptive + animated] and [socially awkward + abrasive]. some people say they remind them of [crossing police tape, laughing in the face of danger, and ghost stories and ufo sightings]. [nikki, 25, she/her, n/a, central]

STATISTICS

FULL  NAME: murray john bauman GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis male; he/him AGE: forty-two FACECLAIM: brett gelman BIRTHDAY: january 22 STAR  SIGN: aquarius HOMETOWN: kohler, wisconsin HEIGHT:  6'1″ OCCUPATION: self-employed investigative journalist ORIENTATION: openly bisexual

HEADCANONS

* Murray grew up in Kohler, Wisconsin, a small town outside of Chicago. His dad left when he was three (and he was a piece of shit anyways, no love lost), so it was just Murray and his mom. Murray was always an unusual kid– could be the overbearing Midwest helicopter mom, could be the homeschool years, could be the ghost in his childhood home. Yes, Murray’s mom bought an incredibly old Victorian-style house with her alimony money, and it wasn’t long before Murray noticed something was … off. To this day, Murray swears that there was a ghost living with them.

* For thirteen years, Murray was the most sought-after journalist on the Chicago crime beat. He worked exclusively for the Chicago Sun-Times, and the very traits that made him a social pariah in high school made him a kickass investigative reporter. He was pushy, abrasive, unthreatening, and ultimately a nightmare to work with… but he broke the biggest stories. Though it’s been years, Murray still keeps all of his front-page stories (about forty total) pressed and framed in his living room (though they’re usually covered by tacked up notes/newspaper clippings/photos from whatever case he’s working on at the moment).

* Murray had always been the journalist who pursued every last tip, every far-fetched lead; and more often than not, it turned out to be true. So when a series of robberies and aggravated assaults began popping up in the Chicago area and witnesses reported hallucinations, Murray was all over it. His investigation led him to London, Hawkins, and Pittsburg as followed the life and crimes of Kali Prasad. But as soon as Murray began talking about a girl with psychic abilities, the paper wouldn’t allow him to publish. He continued pursuing the lead and eventually blew up on the Editor-in-Chief… which led to him being dragged away to a psych ward for six months and a court-mandated restraining order barring him from his wife and daughter. Disgraced and jaded, Murray has since decided to work for himself and himself only.

* Thanks to his very Catholic mother, Murray learned Latin at a young age. While he found it pointless at the time, it has since allowed him to easily pick up new languages. Murray is a polyglot: he speaks Russian, Spanish, Mandarin, and Arabic fluently.

* Murray is openly bisexual. While he still has a soft spot for his ex-wife, he has explored other romantic interests, including but not limited to the late, great Alexei Smirnoff.

PINTEREST | BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | PLAYLIST

(biography and connections forthcoming)

#bth:intro

[the-lady-general]

I love the X-Files So Fucking Much, last night some weirdo shapeshifter impersonated Mulder and he was all pleased with his master plan until he had to do the walk of shame into the basement with all the gargabe, the crazy ufo newspaper clippings, the lone fucking gunmen on the answer machine and boy oh boy that monster learned about R E G R E T

#x files #x files spoilers #also points for effort to scully for putting a shapeshifter on the sex offender registry #at least SOMEBODY is trying to solve the crime

[backtohawkins]

WELCOME BACK TO HAWKINS, MURRAY BAUMAN (brett gelman fc),

good luck and have a bitchin summer!

[Brett Gelman, cismale, he/him] who’s that? oh it’s [murray bauman]. i hear they’re [42] and are known as [the eccentric] around [hawkins]. they’re also a [self-employed investigative journalist] and [self-described genius]. they’re known to be [perceptive + animated] and [socially awkward + abrasive]. some people say they remind them of [crossing police tape, laughing in the face of danger, and ghost stories and ufo sightings]. [nikki, 25, she/her, n/a, central]

headcanons:

Murray grew up in Kohler, Wisconsin, a small town outside of Chicago. His dad left when he was three (and he was a piece of shit anyways, no love lost), so it was just Murray and his mom. Murray was always an unusual kid– could be the overbearing Midwest helicopter mom, could be the homeschool years, could be the ghost in his childhood home. Yes, Murray’s mom bought an incredibly old Victorian-style house with her alimony money, and it wasn’t long before Murray noticed something was … off. To this day, Murray swears that there was a ghost living with them.

For thirteen years, Murray was the most sought-after journalist on the Chicago crime beat. He worked exclusively for the Chicago Sun-Times, and the very traits that made him a social pariah in high school made him a kickass investigative reporter. He was pushy, abrasive, unthreatening, and ultimately a nightmare to work with… but he broke the biggest stories. Though it’s been years, Murray still keeps all of his front-page stories (about forty total) pressed and framed in his living room (though they’re usually covered by tacked up notes/newspaper clippings/photos from whatever case he’s working on at the moment). 

Murray had always been the journalist who pursued every last tip, every far-fetched lead; and more often than not, it turned out to be true. So when a series of robberies and aggravated assaults began popping up in the Chicago area and witnesses reported hallucinations, Murray was all over it. His investigation led him to London, Hawkins, and Pitssburg as followed the life and crimes of Kali Prasad. But as soon as Murray began talking about a girl with psychic abilities, the paper wouldn’t allow him to publish. He continued pursuing the lead and eventually blew up on the Editor-in-Chief… which led to him being dragged away to a psych ward for six months. Disgraced and jaded, Murray has since decided to work for himself and himself only.

Thanks to his very Catholic mother, Murray learned Latin at a young age. While he found it pointless at the time, it has since allowed him to easily pick up new languages. Murray is a polyglot: he speaks Russian, Spanish, Mandarin, and Arabic fluently. 

Murray is openly bisexual. While he has a soft spot for his ex-wife, he has explored other romantic interests, including but not limited to the late, great Alexei Smirnoff. 

pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/vurtkonnegut/murray-bauman/

bio in progress can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11dws5ZtFJhtmjDquDsRk1houPfvT-koJq1YB0hKcJGk/edit?usp=sharing 

#accepted #murray bauman

[sergioguymanproust]

I called this the pancake shaped UFO. Sighted in 1990 in Sedona,floating slowly over a cloudy skies.Seen by many folks, psychologists suggested it might have been a mass hallucination.They even suggested a meteorological phenomenon caused by light refraction compared to a rainbow effect.The funny thing none of them were willing to put their name and reputation over this sighting.The passing of this craft over the city lasted about 10 minutes.One more for the ufology book.Words And ufoart by Sergio GuymanProust.

#ufology #ufoart #ufo sighting #Sedona ufo sightings #words and artwork by sergioguyman proust #ufofiles #ufo newspaper clips

[priestessofspiders]

The Plainsfield UFO Incidents

The Plainsfield UFO sightings, as they are referred to by enthusiasts of Fortean phenomena, occurred during the summer of 1998 and, perhaps unsurprisingly, took place in the farming community of Plainsfield, California. Plainsfield was, and still is, a very small settlement, with perhaps a couple hundred residents at most, and an hour and a half drive to the nearest large town. This perhaps accounts for the unusual degree of obscurity that the sightings have enjoyed over the decades, though some of the more paranoid students of UFO folklore insist that information surrounding the incidents was purposefully suppressed by the federal government.

The subsequent documents represent countless hours of research into the unusual happenings of that summer, and should conceivably display a clear timeline of events.

---

Newspaper clipping from the Thompson County Tribune, July 8th, 1998

Earthquake Leaves Huge Sinkhole in Plainsfield

This past week, the sleepy town of Plainsfield received quite a rude awakening courtesy of a series of hitherto unprecedented earthquakes. At approximately 4:30 PM on Sunday, July 5th, Plainsfield residents experienced a series of intense tremors lasting about 15 minutes. There was minor damage to some buildings, and a handful of temporary power outages, but more striking was the surprise found by local farmer Theodore Albertson.

"It was like nothing I've ever felt in all my years of living here", says Albertson, 57, "It was real odd. The ground kind of pulsed all rhythmically, you ever see one of those kids with a subwoofer and they've got the volume cranked all the way up, so you feel the bass in your bones? It was like that, but everywhere, and without the sound. Just the feeling of shaking, pulsating like a heartbeat. Anyway, after all the rumbling was finished, I went out to the field to check to make sure none of the fences collapsed, only to find this massive hole! Must be over a hundred feet across at least. I can't really get a good look at the bottom, it's like it's at an angle or something, so the shadows cover it up, but it looks deep."

Theodore has expressed some interest in turning the hole into a tourist attraction, but some Plainsfield residents have expressed doubts as to its profitability. "I don't see what's so interesting about a great big hole in the ground", says Rebecca Carlton, 65, "Besides, just being near it makes me feel sick, and if I look down there for too long it sets off my tinnitus something awful, Lord knows why. If you ask me he ought to get it filled up with cement."

Statement of Jessica May, mailed to the California Unidentified Flying Object Society, July 10th, 1998

To whom it may concern

I was out stargazing in my backyard last night and I experienced something most unusual. There's not too much light pollution around here, thanks to it being so remote, so you can really get a good look at the milky way. I was peering through my telescope, when I noticed something odd. There was a star that shouldn't be there, just under the big dipper.

Now of course I double checked my star charts, these things don't just appear out of nowhere, but try as I might I couldn't find anything that corresponds to it. I was starting to get a bit excited, I mean, who gets a chance to find a whole new star? But before I could go put in a call to the nearest university, the damn thing moved!

Now I don't want you thinking I'm just some nitwit farmgirl who's never seen a plane before, I mean this star was sitting completely still one moment, and then the next it was rushing around like some sort of whirligig! Couldn't have been a helicopter either, there wasn't any sound of whirring or anything like that.

Anyway, I watched it bounce around the sky for a bit, hardly knowing what to think, until eventually it started coming towards me! Now I'd assumed this thing was real high up, since I couldn't hear anything at all, but it must have only been a couple thousand feet at the highest! As it got closer I saw more of a definite form to it, and I swear on my life it was saucer shaped!

Now I didn't really get a good look at the thing, I was so panicked I bolted back inside, leaving my telescope behind in my rush. There was a bright light like a searchlight, and then it passed over the house. I remember it was headed over in the direction of the Albertson place.

When I finally calmed myself down and went back outside to get my telescope, the thing was gone. I felt nauseated, and I remember dry heaving a bit but I can't tell if that wasn't just from the stress of the whole ordeal. In any event, I figured you UFOlogy folks would be interested.

Newspaper clipping from the Thompson County Tribune, July 15th, 1998

Flying Saucer Sighted In Plainsfield

Still recovering from the unusual earthquake that occurred earlier this month, the little town of Plainsfield is once again flung into the spotlight with yet another strange event. Multiple residents have reported seeing a strange light in the sky night after night, which some have claimed is none other than a spacecraft of extraterrestrial origin.

"People don't like the phrase flying saucer", says Jessica May, 23, "but if you ask me there isn't a more apt description. It's not a case of mistake identity with a weather balloon or something like that."

Theodore Albertson, 57, says "Darn thing keeps appearing in the sky every night! It wouldn't be so bad, really, but then after it's all done with its zipping and zooming it comes down in my field! Not landing in the field, mind, but it goes down that sinkhole left over from the earthquake. Call me crazy, I don't mind, but I bet there is some sort of secret base down there or something. I'd go down there and check, but the angle of the pit is much too steep at my age."

Skeptics have claimed that the event is a hoax, or perhaps even a publicity stunt. Rebecca Carlton, 65, a neighbor of Albertson, says, "I bet Teddy just got one of them remote control toy helicopters and tied a flashlight to it or something. Easier to drum up visitors for his weird pit if he makes people think there's a spaceship down there."

Letter written by Alejandra Valdez to her sister, Felicia Valdez, July 23rd, 1998

Dear Felicia,

I'm writing you today because of some very unusual news! Do you recall that old plot of land with the barn on it that I've been trying to sell for the past couple years? Well I've finally secured a buyer! Paid in cash too, the whole thing only took a week or so to get squared away.

Now that in of itself is a bit strange, but the really weird part about all this is who bought it. The gentleman who toured the property said his name was Jupiter Seven, and that he represented the "Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood". Quite a strange fellow he was! Dressed up in a shiny silver suit like something out of one of those science fiction movies I know your husband loves so much, and his head was shaved down bald as an egg! He had a funny little goatee too, at the very end of his chin.

Now of course I got to asking him about his silly name and what on Earth the "Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood" could be, and bless his heart he was just as polite as could be, but goodness gracious was the answer he gave strange. He started talking all this nonsense about how aliens from outer space have been visiting Earth for millions of years, and that all of our religions are just misinterpretations of their visitations. He said that he himself was a reincarnation of one of those aliens, and that's why he changed his name!

Now you know me Felicia, I'm not one to go judging folks for their faith or lack thereof, but I'll be honest with you, it took a lot of effort to keep from laughing. I managed to keep my sense of decorum, for politeness's sake, but wow!

Anyway, I asked him what he and his so-called church (more of a cult if you ask me!) wanted with my barn, and he said that our little town of Plainsfield was in the middle of a "visitation" from beings from another world! Now I bet you've already heard about how recently some of my more impressionable neighbors have claimed to see some strange lights up in the sky recently, but I never would have guessed that it would lead to our very own UFO cult!

Anyway, the amount this Jupiter character was offering was so generous that I just had to accept, regardless of his attire and beliefs. I signed away the deed later that week, and that was that!

Since then I've seen a few of those CIB fellows gathered at the barn, with a bunch of RVs, camper vans, and tents set up over there. The folks there seem polite enough, hippie types mostly, they don't really say much when I see them at the general store or out around town. There's only about two dozen of them or so, Mr. Seven included.

Anyway, you ought to stop by sometime! With the money I got from the sale I've been able to fix up the house a little bit and get a few nice things. I even bought a brand new television, and switched over from cable to satellite! There are so many new channels I don't even know how to keep up! I keep getting interference something awful though, but only at night. Must be some quirk with the damn thing.

With love,

Alejandra

Complaint letter sent by Alejandra Valdez to a certain television provider (company name withheld), July 24th, 1998

To whom it may concern,

I recently switched over to [company] as my television provider, and at first I was thrilled at the wide selection of channels and high picture quality, but I've been having a lot of difficulties at night specifically.

Oftentimes I'll be sitting there, watching one channel, when suddenly it will change to a different one, without me doing a thing! Sometimes the whole screen will just become a mess of static, with this positively awful shrieking sound! It's gotten to the point that I just have given up watching TV at night.

At first I thought maybe it's just that I live in a somewhat remote area, but that doesn't make sense! Why would it only stop working at night? I don't pretend to know much about how television works, but that just doesn't sit right with me. Besides, I see the satellite in the sky at night sometimes. Much too bright to be a star.

The worst part is that sometimes the static isn't entirely static. There are these blurry half-images of what I can only assume are distorted faces, and these weird garbled words in some foreign language. I must be partially picking up some other broadcast.

One more thing: sometimes the TV set will turn on by itself in the middle of the night, and when it does I always get that weird half-broadcast with the faces and the babbling.

Please send someone around to fix this issue as soon as possible, otherwise I want a full refund!

Sincerely,

Alejandra Valdez

Diary entry of Brandon Adams, July 25th, 1998

I don't even know where to start with this. I have to write it down though. I have to get it out of my head otherwise I feel like I'm going to go insane. I hope I'm just crazy. I really just want to be crazy.

I was out watching the moving star last night. The one that's got the whole town worked up and that weirdo "church" is focused on. It was very strange to watch, to see it just zip around overhead, then stay still, then move somewhere else. It moved like a hummingbird, or a bee. But it was completely silent.

This went on for a few hours I guess, just me sitting in a lawn chair watching the sky, that distant orb of light zooming about overhead. I don't know why I didn't get bored of it, Lord knows it wasn't that interesting. But there was this constant sense that I was seeing something truly out of this world. Something beyond the normal scope of things.

My property borders on Pete Richards's place, the cattle rancher. There's no animals dangerous enough around here to threaten a cow, so he just leaves them outside at night. Most of them were just asleep in the field, but a couple were grazing. Insomniacs getting a midnight snack I suppose. Some of them joined me in looking up at the star that moved.

I started noticing that the star was getting bigger. Brighter. It took me quite a long time for me to realize it was coming down. Falling from the sky like Lucifer expelled from heaven.

There was no sound, no hum of extraterrestrial engines. It just got brighter and bigger, till I could see the vague outline, flat and circular. A saucer.

Just writing it out makes me feel like a lunatic. Everyone knows there's no such thing as a flying saucer. Everyone knows it's just made up stories repeated by idiots who want so desperately to feel less alone in the universe. But that night the universe seemed to have other ideas about what is and isn't real.

As soon as I could see the thing for what it was, I hightailed it to my porch and hid underneath it, scraping my knees a bit. I'm still not sure why I did that instead of just going inside and locking the door. I guess I was worried it would see me through my windows.

From underneath the porch I didn't get too good of a view of the sky above, nor that baleful false star, but I could see Pete's field just fine. I wish I just went inside and hid under the covers until it went away. A bright light, like the warning gleam of a lighthouse, shone down upon a cow in the field, one of the insomniacs.

The animal froze, instantly, as if it were spontaneously turned to stone. Slowly, it began to be lifted by some unseen force off the ground. It didn't struggle, it didn't cry out, but I could see its sides began to heave in and out quickly, hyperventilating from stress, its eyes widening. Then came the cutting.

Thin slices like a surgeon's scalpel, peeling through layers of hide and into the flesh beneath. A flap of skin pulled softly by invisible fingers. Perfectly precise, as deliberate as calligraphy. And the blood. Oh God the blood. It flowed up and out from the geometrical wound towards the light above, shimmering like rubies.

I would have vomited, if I could have worked up the strength to move. Organs began to be extracted from the wound, fleshy objects which I could not identify. I'll admit am a stranger to the butcher's charnel art. All the while, the cow's eyes spun maddeningly, its breathing sharp and swift, but there were no cries, no screams.

The other cattle kept their distance, but didn't panic. They seemed more confused than frightened, the total alienness of the present danger not clear to their animal brains.

Eventually, the levitating cow's breathing and eye movements ceased, and I knew it was finally quite dead. I watched as a handful of organs and an enormous cloud of crimson ichor were sucked up above my sight, until finally, as abruptly as the light appeared, it vanished. The exsanguinated corpse of the cow collapsed to the ground in a heap of pallid flesh.

I skittered out from under the porch and got back inside my house. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I didn't try to. Instead I just sat on the floor in silence until morning.

I'm going to make some arrangements to stay with friends, I don't want to be in Plainsfield right now.

Transcript of a statement given by Robert Hebert, recorded by the Thompson County sheriff's department, July 30th, 1998

HEBERT: I've already told you all this, what do you mean I have to go through it again?

DEPUTY: Just one more time if you please Mr. Hebert, just so we can get it all on tape.

H: Fine, but after this I want to go home.

D: Of course. Please, give your statement.

H: I was driving back home from the city, I'd been spending a few hours on the road, so it was pretty dark, something like 10, 10:30 maybe?

D: We got your call at 10:23. Please, continue.

H: Anyway, I'm getting a little tired, since I've been driving for so long. Nearly dozing off if I'm being completely honest here. Must have closed my eyes for a second, because all of the sudden there was this... pile in the center of the road. God, I don't want to think about it.

D: Please continue. We just need it on tape, then you can go home.

H: Alright, alright, just give me a second.

D: Take your time.

H: I didn't really know what I was looking at at first. I was pretty out of it, you know? But I get out of the car to try and get a better idea of what I was seeing, and, it was, well, it was a mound of bodies. About a dozen of them. Human ones. All broken and bent like a pile of puppets with their strings cut.

D: Did you recognize any of them?

H: Not by name, but they were all those cult folks, the Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood or whatever it's called. It took me a while before I realized one of them was still breathing. A girl, maybe 17, 18, on top of the rest. She looked like every bone in her body was broken, but she was still alive. Anyway, you know the rest. I called you guys, she was taken over to the hospital, and now we're here. Can I go home now?

D: Give me a moment to talk with the sheriff, but after that you're free to go. Thank you for your time Mr. Hebert.

Newspaper clipping from the Thompson County Tribune, July 31st, 1998

UFO Cult Mass Suicide Leaves 13 Dead, 1 Injured

Last night, the Thompson County Sheriff's Department identified the bodies of 13 members of the religious movement known as the "Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood", an organization that some have characterized as a cult. Authorities have not revealed the cause of death, but are tentatively labeling the event a mass suicide. The bodies were discovered on a stretch of highway just outside of Plainsfield, apparently in the middle of the road.

There is reportedly one survivor of the event, who authorities have identified as Alice Brown, though according to Plainsfield residents, Brown currently goes by the name Venus Five. Brown has not yet awakened since being recovered on top of the 13 dead bodies on the highway, and hospital staff describe her as being in critical condition. The remaining 12 members of the Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood have not been located.

The sheriff's department investigation into the Church's compound have turned up no significant leads. According to reports, the site was entirely empty, with a number of vehicles and tents left behind. The building used by the Church as a place of worship, a repurposed barn, is reportedly in extreme disrepair.

"It's damn eerie", says Deputy John Higgins, "so far we have no leads as to where they ran off to. The barn they were using as some sort of temple has no clues either, it doesn't make a lick of sense. The roof looks like it was torn off or something, we found some bits of smashed wood on the ground nearby. It looks almost like a bomb went off, but there isn't any signs of an explosion. We found some sort of broadcasting equipment in there, but nothing that could explain what on Earth blew the darn roof off. The damnedest thing though, are the scratches. All the way up the side of the wall, like someone was being dragged up and clinging on for dear life. Gives me the willies just thinking about it."

Journal entry from Melinda Flanagan, researcher for the Californian Unidentified Flying Object Society, August 1st, 1998

I arrived in Plainsfield a little past noon. It is a ludicrously tiny town, little more than a main street and a few acres of farmland. It's one of those places that might be completely left off a map and nobody would even notice.

I had a conversation with Ms. May about her UFO sighting in a run-down old diner that looked like it hadn't changed since the mid 50s. The discussion was neither particularly illuminating nor particularly interesting. She didn't tell me anything she hadn't already said in the letter she has previously sent, and when I asked her if she'd seen the object since her initial sighting, she reported that she hadn't, and had in fact been avoiding stargazing since the incident. She claimed that others had seen the UFO as well, but didn't feel comfortable sharing their names with me. Apparently she was worried that the others might think she was "off her rocker" if they found out she was talking with "people like yourself, no offense".

I thanked her for her time and was about to chalk up this whole trip as a huge waste of time before I noticed the headline of an article peering up at me from the newspaper stand next to the door. "UFO Cult Suicide Leaves 13 Dead, 1 Injured".

I paid for the newspaper and read it quickly in my car. The article didn't specify which hospital the survivor, Alice Brown (AKA "Venus Five" according to the article), was being kept at, but a quick peek at my map showed only one nearby; Shaver Memorial Hospital.

I gave the hospital a call on the single payphone in the entirety of Plainsfield, and put on my best impression of a worried relative. I claimed that Ms. Brown was a cousin of mine, and that I wanted to see her if possible. Fortunately for me, it appeared that she had since woken up from her unconscious state, though they warned me that she seemed far from lucid. I thanked the hospital staff for their time and started on the long drive to the hospital.

When I arrived I once again presented myself as Ms. Brown's cousin, and was swiftly escorted to the room in which she was being kept. The nurse who guided me there then left to give us some privacy.

She didn't look good. Two broken legs, cracked ribs, a shattered pelvis, and a fractured arm. IV drips and all manner of wires covering her in a tangled mess like cobwebs. I have no idea how the cops thought something like this could be the result of an attempted suicide. Maybe a jump from a high building, but she was found on the highway in the middle of the flattest landscape I've ever had the displeasure of driving across.

"Who are you?" she asked, justifiably confused, "Are you with the police?"

I did some quick thinking, trying my best to guess how well she would cooperate with the police. Given what little I knew about her membership in a cult, I figured it maybe wouldn't be the best move. I decided to give her the truth.

"No Venus", I said, purposefully using her chosen name from the Church, "I'm with an organization called CUFOS, I wanted to ask you if you remember anything about the night they found you on the highway?"

"Don't call me that name", she muttered before coughing slightly, "it was all a bunch of crap. They aren't angels, or gods, or whatever the Hell Harold wanted them to be."

"Harold?"

"The real name of that idiot who called himself Jupiter Seven, the guy who ran the Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood. He's probably dead now though."

"What happened?

She looked at me for a moment. Sizing me up. "You wouldn't believe me" she finally said after a few moments.

"Try me. I can guarantee I've heard stranger things." I quietly turned on the tape recorder in my purse, which she didn't seem to notice. With a sigh, she began to tell her story, which I have transcribed below in full.

Statement of Alice Brown, abductee

I joined the Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood because I was lost. I just got out of a bad relationship, and didn't really have anywhere to go. I suppose I was going a little crazy I guess. This guy, Harold, though he preferred to be called Jupiter Seven, promised a life of happiness and peace, and helped with giving me a place to stay and food to eat.

I guess Harold was independently wealthy or something, some trust fund kid. He had the money to rent or buy property in places where weird stuff happened. UFOs, bigfoot sightings, alleged miracles, you name it. He claimed that those places were where "visitors from the stars" have made their mark on the world.

Nothing ever really came of it. We'd stay there for couple weeks or months, make ourselves pretend we saw something of note, and move on. I believed all this nonsense at the time, of course. We all want to believe in something, whether it be God, aliens, whatever. It gives us hope.

Anyway, Plainsfield was different. Like clockwork, every night we'd see that moving star in the sky. Too quick and agile to be a plane or helicopter. Dead silent too. And every night it would zip down over  at the Albertson property and disappear, like it was landing there or something.

Harold made a bunch of offers to buy out Teddy Albertson's land, but it never went anywhere. Eventually he threatened to get a restraining order, and Harold stopped bothering him after that.

Harold got this idea in his head that he should try and make contact with the star. He bought a whole bunch of radio equipment and set it up in the barn we used as a church. He'd spend all night fiddling with the frequency, trying to find the right one to "commune with the visitors" while we watched that distant ball of light zooming around in silence.

One night he called us into the barn and told us that he had made contact. We were all excited of course, and believed him. You've gotta understand, he convinced all of us that we had some sort of alien soul inside of us, that those things that piloted the UFOs were our kin in some way. To us, this was a big deal, like coming home to your family afters years of being away.

Harold started turning on the radio equipment and began to speak into a microphone, giving some speech about universal friendship. We waited in the pews patiently while he gave his sermon. Then we felt the rumbling.

The ground felt like it was heaving beneath us, and a bright white light started to shine through the gaps in the wooden roof. There was tinnitus in my ears and my hair started to stand on end, like someone was rubbing a balloon against it. Then the roof just got clear ripped off and we saw it.

A flying saucer. Just like they show in the movies. Gleaming chrome, bright lights, the whole deal.

We started to float up into the air, and I don't know exactly what I was expecting to feel, but it wasn't pain. It hurt as we started getting pulled up into the air. It felt like someone had stuck a meat hook in our guts and started tugging. Most of us started crying out, I even saw someone trying to claw his way back to the ground, though he only succeeded in leaving scratches from his fingernails against the barn wall. There was no escaping it, it was stronger than us.

Before we knew it, we were inside. It was as dark on the inside as it was bright on the outside. We were in a circular room, with metallic walls and no visible doors or windows. Harold tried to calm us down, telling us that we were going to be taken to some sort of utopia, and that we should all be grateful.

After a few minutes we all stopped hyperventilating from fear, and managed to calm down a bit. It was then that a panel of the wall receded and slid to the side, like some sort of door, but I could have sworn there were no seams when I last looked. Out of that door came... a being.

Based on what Harold had told us about the beings which visited this planet, I was expecting a tall, beautiful creature, shining with radiant light. This was quite the opposite.

The room was far too dark to get a good look at it, but it seemed stunted, shriveled even. It stood at about the height of a child, and was wearing some sort of grayish uniform. Its bald, nearly featureless head seemed too large for its body. The main thing that I noticed were its eyes. Dark, soulless, and unblinking.

It waved a thin, stick-like arm in a signal to something behind it, and that same agonizing tugging sensation from before forced us against the wall. We were held in place, completely immobilized and unable even to speak. It walked up to each of us, pulling some sort of device off of its hip, and pointed it at our heads one by one. When it reached me, I felt an intense burning pain in my skull, like someone was branding my brain. I wanted to cry out, to scream, but I couldn't.

It eventually passed me over and moved on to the rest. When it was finally finished, it jabbered something in some language I didn't recognize, and pointed to 12 of us, including Harold. The ones who it pointed at seemed to be released from their paralysis, slumping to their knees. The thing pointed to the doorway where it came from, and barked an order of some sort. The ones who were set free from their paralysis began filing out through the doorway in mostly silence, though I think I heard one or two of them swallowing back tears. Finally, that short thing in the uniform exited the room through the same doorway, and the wall sealed up behind it.

The remaining 14 of us were released from our paralysis, and a few of us began to sob. We didn't know what was going on. Then the floor began to open up.

It was like a camera aperture, but slower. We heard metal scrape on metal as we saw hole in the center of the room expand, revealing the landscape far below. We all clung to the rapidly diminishing edge, screaming to be saved, until finally there was nothing left to cling to.

I remember falling, watching the saucer speed away in the distance, rapidly descending towards the Albertson farm. I recall wondering to myself as I fell, time seeming to slow to a crawl, If they're supposed to be from outer space, why do they keep on flying down to that sinkhole? That's all I remember before I woke up here.

Journal entry from Melinda Flanagan, researcher for the Californian Unidentified Flying Object Society, August 2nd, 1998

After my exciting conversation with Ms. Brown yesterday, I had to retire to a nearby hotel. The nurses insisted she needed her rest. If what she told me was true, she certainly did.

The next day however, I came across an unusual sight as I pulled into the hospital parking lot. Ms. Brown was in a stretcher, evidently either sedated or comatose, and being carried into the back of of an unmarked black van by two men in suits.

I got out of the car quickly and approached the men, asking what they were doing with my "cousin". The taller of the two men, bald with a well kept goatee, turned mechanically towards me and smiled blandly, though I could tell there was no mirth behind the black sunglasses that obscured his eyes.

"She is very sick sir or ma'am. We are taking her to a special facility. She will receive excellent care. Do not be afraid." Those were his exact words. He spoke them with all the warmth and sincerity of a meatgrinder. I was dumbfounded as he and his companion finished loading Ms. Brown into the back of the van. I could have sworn there seemed to be something wrong with the top of the man's head. It looked like a very thin white line around the circumference, but it was far too faint to tell for sure.

I tried to protest as they shut the doors to the back of the van and clambered into the front seats, but they acted like I wasn't even there. They drove off and I was left alone in the parking lot, with a pit at the bottom of my stomach.

I'm heading back home tonight, and I hope to God I never have to come back here. Something about those men makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end just thinking about them. I have a feeling that Alice Brown is gone for good.

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After the disappearance of Alice Brown, there have been no more UFO sightings in Plainsfield. The sinkhole in Theodore Albertson's field collapsed, seemingly of its own accord, on August 4th, 1998. The location of the missing 12 members of the Church of Intergalactic Brotherhood remains unknown.

Certain elements of the incident, such as the unusual earthquake, appearance of the entity encountered by Ms. Brown, and the bizarre behavior of the man encountered by Ms. Flanagan, correspond closely with the Stevensville incidents of 1987, but the significance of these similarities is unknown.

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Long Jetty, the Playground Rocket & the Space Age: Inspiring Future Coastie-Nauts

Coastal Incidental by Art.

31 March 2023

Credit: Coastal Incidental

After many decades’ stationary on the launch pad, the iconic red, blue and yellow playground rocket of Long Jetty on Darkingjung country finally had its T-minus 3, 2, 1, LIFT OFF.

While not exactly heading for the blanket of stars we are familiar with on the coast, the rocket more humbly made its way along The Entrance Road, where it will be taken for what Central Coast Council (CCC) calls a ‘planned refreshment’.

Not so much a nip and tuck, more a paint job and bringing the rocket up to twenty-first century safety standards.

You can vote on the future look and design of the rocket until 5 April. The revamped rocket will return in June.

Before talking about design options and how to vote, let's take 'one giant leap' back and chat about how Long Jetty's rocket arose from the 1960s quest to land on the Moon – and how the rocket's return is an opportunity to inspire the next generation on the coast to reach for the stars.

Credit: Central Coast Council

Playground rockets – symbolic of the first space age

When Apollo 11 astronaut, Neil Armstrong, disembarked from the lunar module to take 'one small step' onto the Moon's surface in 1969, children were also disembarking from rocket ships onto the grass, dirt and even concrete of playgrounds worldwide.

Rocket ships – like the one in Long Jetty – were increasingly constructed in playgrounds from the US to the then USSR, symbolic of the space race between these countries to reach the Moon and capture the imagination of the next gen.

The first playground rocket was built in Blackheath in the early 1960s after John Yeaman, a town engineer from the area, visited the US and was inspired to recreate the iconic playground equipment, with the help of metal manufacturer, Dick West.

Space archaeologist, Associate Professor Alice Gorman (also known as Dr Space Junk), has been researching the significance of and maintains a database of these unique playground structures. Nearly 40 rocket ships were constructed here.

Credit: Rotary Club of Blackheath

This period also saw the start of futuristic, space-inspired buildings and signage, known as Googie architecture. In the US, roadside diners in a hyper-modern style – think of the steel, neon and glass architecture from the cartoon, The Jetsons – sprung up to capture the attention (and dollars) of a new market: the car traveller.

Closer to home, the UFO-like The Shine Dome (or the 'Martian Embassy' as it is also known) was built in Canberra on Ngunnawal country. Home to the Australian Academy of Science, the design by architect, Roy Grounds, speaks to a technologically modern future.

Indeed, on Wiradjuri country, the Parkes radio telescope – now known as Murriyang, a name chosen by Wiradjuri Elders representing ‘Skyworld’ – was integral to televising the grainy footage of the Moon landing to over half a billion people worldwide.

Credit: Unknown. Original newspaper clipping from a scrapbook belonging to this blog's author.

Against this backdrop, countries from around the world were meeting at the United Nations to decide on the legal rules for the exploration and use of outer space. Lofty ideals on the exploration and use of outer space for the benefit of all, and to be used only for peaceful purposes infuse these laws.

Yet, the focus on outer space was subject to important critiques, considering the ongoing inequality and discrimination on Earth. The historical context of the Moon landing era cannot be overlooked. Civil rights movements during this era were pushing for the intersecting aims of racial equality, land rights for Indigenous peoples, gender equality and socioeconomic justice. Some of these sentiments in relation to the Moon landing were powerfully captured at the time by spoken poet Gil Scott-Heron.

The return of the rocket ship: an opportunity to inspire?

Along with the rocket refresh, CCC is looking to install an information board to ‘highlight the rocket’s life throughout the years’.

Let’s use this information board to not only talk about the local history of the rocket and how its symbolic of the first space age and the quest to reach the Moon, but importantly the return of the rocket ship can inspire the imaginations of the next generation.

A new space age is now underway. NASA is again working in cooperation with countries and companies across the world to return to the Moon and onto Mars. This 'Space 2.0' needs not only tech-minded people with science, technology, engineering and maths (STEM) skills, but poets, artists and philosophers to ask the big questions.

What does a future in outer space look like? How do we imagine and make real an outer space for all? How do we envision new ways of being and avoid exporting terrestrial inequalities?

The Earth rising behind the Moon, captured in 2022.

Credit: NASA

If you are asking: ‘Why care about outer space?’ One reason is that space technology helps us here on Earth. Satellites provide us with everything from images to help with weather monitoring and bushfire management to allowing us to speak instantly with loved ones next door or overseas.

So many technologies that we take for granted today had their origins in what scientists and engineers invented for outer space – from solar cell technology to freeze-dry food techniques to emergency thermal space blankets.

Let’s vote: the future design of the rocket

Fast forward five decades and very few of these playground rockets remain.

A council attempt to remove a rocket from a Hawthorn playground in Naarm, Victoria led to a petition garnering thousands of signatures. The rocket was saved and brought up to meet safety standards, and a series of jumpable boulders representing planets from the solar system were added. The rocket was re-opened in late 2022.

Hawthorn revamp (left), Enmore Park upgrade (right)

Credit: The Glenferrie Times

Fortunately, CCC is keeping the local icon and asking for resident views on the future design by April 5. The options:

(1) Keep it classic with only the necessary safety repairs; or

(2) Upsize the rocket with an extra slide and make changes to enable the top portion of the equipment to re-open.

Get voting here.

While partial to retaining the ‘classic look’ (option 1), this blog encourages CCC to look at other refreshed rockets such as the one in Hawthorn or Enmore Park to inform any revamped design for option 2, if not already done so.

Let’s hope the return of the rocket can inspire and fuel space enthusiasts – and potentially even a future local astronaut (or ‘coastie-naut’) towards a real life T-minus 3, 2, 1 LIFT OFF.

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Established in 2015, Coastal Incidental is an arts project to engage locals and tourists alike on the NSW Central Coast on Darkinjung country with the area’s changing built environment. Initially a photography project, the project has grown to include walking tours, talks, exhibitions and zines, with involvement in local community events such as the Long Jetty Street Fest, Blank Canvas pop-ups and the Neighbourhoods art trails.

To say hello: [email protected]

With special thanks to Linda Coy for encouraging this blog post.

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Episode 135: The UFO Encounter Of Japan Air Lines Cargo Flight 1628 Photodump

Image 01: Welcome to the photo dump! Image 02: Captain Kenju Terauchi next to one of his sketches Image 03: Magazine clipping Image 04: Newspaper Clipping Image 05: Sketch by Captain Terauchi found in FAA report via NICAP Image 06: Sketch by Captain Terauchi found in FAA report via NICAP Image 07: Map of sighting and plane trajectory Image 08: Philip Klass being a Debby Downer per usual Image 09: Stealth B2 Bomber, Skyhook Balloon Image 10: Mantell Incident

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Only the US, China and the former Soviet Union have succeeded in carrying out a controlled landing on the moon. The country's first attempt at a lunar landing ended in failure when a privately-funded robotic craft crashed on its final descent last April. Israel's space agency hinted at a future moon mission on Monday by publishing a short clip entitled 'Back to the Moon' with the caption 'Ready to get excited again?'. In the new book he discusses UFOs and 'various theories about their nature, purpose and origin, which in his opinion is probably not from Earth,' according to a blurb.Įshed is described a researcher who 'believes that the human race is not alone in the universe, and that it must fit into the harmony of the great plan'. When he retired in 2011, he was even described in Israeli media as 'the father of Israel's satellite programme'.īut after leaving his role at the defence ministry, he is said to have 'turned to what really interested him - aliens'. The book is called The Universe Beyond the Horizon: Conversations with Professor Haim Eshed.Īs head of the Israeli defence ministry's space directorate, Eshed helped launch spy satellites which he said would help provide high-quality surveillance of Iran. The professor has even put his thoughts into a book in which he describes how aliens have prevented nuclear disasters on Earth, according to the Jerusalem Post. 'They have been waiting for humanity to evolve and reach a stage where we will generally understand what space and spaceships are,' said Eshed. Until that point, he said, aliens have secured an agreement to keep their movements secret. They want to first make us sane and understanding.' 'Trump was on the verge of revealing, but the aliens in the Galactic Federation are saying, 'Wait, let people calm down first'. 'The aliens have asked not to announce that they are here humanity is not ready yet,' Eshed told the Hebrew-language newspaper Yedioth Aharonoth, according to Jewish Press. Speaking of an 'agreement' between the US government and the alien visitors, Eshed said the extraterrestrials wanted to work with American agents to study 'the fabric of the universe'. understand what space and spaceships are'.Įshed did not say how long the aliens have been hiding in the shadows, but said some of the supposed contact had taken place during Trump's presidency. Haim Eshed - who was head of Israel's space security programme for nearly 30 years and is a retired general - described a so-called 'Galactic Federation' which supposedly runs an underground Mars base in a secret pact with Washington.īut the aliens had to intervene to stop Donald Trump when he appeared 'on the verge' of blurting out their secrets, he told Israeli paper Yediot Aharonot.Īnd the 87-year-old Eshed says the aliens will not come into the open until humanity can 'evolve and reach a stage where we will. Israeli space official Haim Eshed, pictured on the cover of a new book called The Universe Beyond the Horizon, claims that the US and Israel have had contact with aliensĪn Israeli space official has claimed that aliens are real and secretly in contact with America and Israel - but are keeping their existence quiet because humanity 'isn't ready'.

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It can only be seen by using the cameraman mode (Tab), or by using a camera mod that allows the camera to view the edges of the neighborhood.

Hidden Lot in Belladonna Cove: There's a hidden lot at the edge of Belladonna Cove, called Watervista Palace.

Please note that doing this will corrupt your game.

Santa Claus's Bio : When Santa is made selectable and his biography is viewed, it reads, "The Big Man".

Note that doing this will corrupt your game.

Grim Reaper's Bio: When using the boolprop testingcheatsenabled cheat to view the Grim Reaper's bio, it says that his favorite band is Styx.

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When an abduction occurs on the lot and the UFO comes to return the Sim, the license plate can be seen.

The Spaceship's License Plate: Says 'anm8er' (It sounds like "animator").

When a crashed spaceship is placed in the neighborhood, a spaceship arrives with a searchlight to find the crashed ship.

The Spaceship: A neighborhood object/event released with Pets.

This may be a reference to Pink Floyd, after an inflatable pig broke free during production of one of their albums. It also appears as a decoration on a tree in the FreeTime train table. Appears in neighborhoods with a water tower.

The Flying Pig: A neighborhood object released with The Sims 2: Open for Business.

Simpsons House: A house on the train table in The Sims 2: FreeTime bears a striking resemblance to 742 Evergreen Terrace, the house of the Simpson family.

Freezer Bunny: It represents a pink bunny cartoon and first appears on the back of a juice carton in the community lot freezers.

The second commercial advertises a pizza delivery chain. One of the clips depict the two sisters fighting and Daniel making out with another woman.

The Pleasant Family on TV: The Pleasant family appears in commercials on TV.

The couple in the painting closely resembles Glenda the Ghost and Gordon the Ghost (NPC ghosts from The Sims Makin' Magic).

Hidden Painting: There is a painting hidden within the game's files that depicts an 18th-century couple.

Onomatology: Several pre-made Sims in the game have puns that allude to a meaning as a name.

In The Sims 2 for PlayStation 2, the name of a refrigerator is "Chow Bella Bachelor". Belladonna Cove has a statue of Bella holding a PlumbBob. Bella appears in many of the decorative photographs of the game, one being a picture of herself named "Bella Squared". It is rumored that Bella and her brother Michael are standing in the hot air balloon neighborhood object in the game others suppose this is the Dreamboat and Blonde Bombshell townie characters from The Sims: Hot Date expansion pack. Bella Goth appears on the milk cartons and newspapers in the game.

Bella Goth: There are many references to this mysterious Sim in the game.

The Jungle Jumble Import Display pop up.There is an object from The Sims: House Party in which when a Sim in a good mood views it, something pops up with a picture from the creators of House Party.

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After the player plays a household for 100 Sim days, a series of pop-ups will come up informing about the team.In the start-up screen (launcher), if the player clicks the Maxis logo at the lower left, a hidden picture will pop up.There are many Easter eggs connected with the Crumplebottom family such as the court house next to the Goth Sr home, the prune tree, and the park.A highway is named after Gunther Goth, simply called Gunther Goth Highway.There are some real people starring in The Sims, for example Drew Carey, Marilyn Monroe, Andy Warhol, Avril Lavigne, and Christina Aguilera.If there is a Christmas tree, fireplace, and a table with cookies in the same room late at night, Santa Claus will come, and leave the family a present.The hidden picture in the start-up screen. The "klapaucius" cheat might be a reference to Stanisław Lem's book The Cyberiad and one of its protagonists, the constructor Klapaucius.

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The "rosebud" cheat might be a reference to the movie Citizen Kane.The baby doll souvenir from Vacation bears a striking resemblance to the default look of babies in The Sims 2.There are several references to the game's creator, Will Wright, including the doll house and the "Whack-A-Will" game from Vacation.It can be forced by typing the cheat "nessie", although Unleashed needs to be installed before the player can force it. The monster also appears in Downtown and Vacation Island. Loch Ness Monster!In the neighborhood screen, the Loch Ness Monster occasionally appears in the water for a few seconds. If The Sims: Superstar is installed, a Betty Yeti film-poster is added to the game.

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The Yeti from The Sims: Vacation expansion pack appears on the TV screen if the cartoons channel is selected.

6.3 Homages to art, film, and literature.

6.2 References to EA and other EA titles.

6.1 References to previous Sims games/characters.

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