Up, breakfast, bath, the comics and the first section of the Sunday paper. Mid-morning. I found some material on Roswell that may be useful in that the parallel is that someone with scientific credentials has done his own study and has a sense of the old timers who were witnesses. Here are his words, first from a taped interview:
"I've talked with people of stature - of military and government credentials and position - and heard their stories, and their desire to tell their stories openly to the public. And that got my attention very, very rapidly... the first hand experiences of these credible witnesses, now in advanced years and anxious to tell their story. We can't deny that, and the evidence points to the fact that Roswell was a real incident, and that indeed an alien craft did crash, and that material was recovered from that crash site." Dr. Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14 astronaut from a taped interview in 1998.
From: www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=Edgar+Mitchell+-+interview+1998+-+Roswell&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8
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Former astronaut says Roswell UFO crash true
Steve Hammons
April 20, 2009
According to a CNN report April 20, 2009, former astronaut Edgar Mitchell told an audience at the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., that the basic story of a 1947 UFO crash in Roswell, New Mexico, is true. . . .
CNN reported that Mitchell told journalists that there is firm knowledge that extraterrestrial life exists and this information is being held back from the general public in the U.S. and internationally.
Mitchell was raised in Roswell and knew many of the townspeople there. He said they confided to him years later about what they knew, although they had been told to keep the information quiet.
In addition, Mitchell said that about 10 years ago a Navy admiral working for the Joint Chiefs of Staff confirmed to him that a UFO had crashed at Roswell.
Citing the existence of evidence, Mitchell stated, "No, we're not alone."
From: www.americanchronicle.com/articles/view/99296
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Mitchell’s credentials: Navy officer, Rank of Captain; Doctor of Science degree in Aeronautics and Astronautics from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology [www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/mitchell-ed.html]
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You feel better in that you have sources of similar rank and military credentials in Col. Halt and Captain Mitchell, PhD.
I am still skeptical but remain open-minded. Besides, the Merlyn’s Mind series is just fiction. I like to show where my factual evidence comes from. My notes relating to the writing of the first three books also show this. I tried to back up my stories with factual information such as setting and location for example. Basically that is what I am doing here. To me the circumstantial evidence in favor or alien reality is convincing. Now I need to get back to chapter six, book four.
Carol needs you to find a way to change the clock back an hour on the new stove. She did not find the directions in the manual.
The difference between book writing and reality. The directions to reset the clock are on page 13. That was easy. Carol is resetting the clock to Eastern Standard Time which of course is not true Cincinnati solar time. But, hey – I can live with it. The morning is still cold and crisp with a sharp blue autumn sky out there. Good day for a car ride. Put the seat heaters on and warm our buns. Good for the arthritis.
Post. Perhaps a Subway picnic along the river. – Amorella. You spent time shooting foam insulation around the basement door and under the door where it meets the doorway’s cement slab. A fairly sloppy job by your reckoning.
It is a mess. I have never worked with insulating foam before. It always looks easier to do on PBS’s ‘This Old House’. I plan to shore it up tomorrow and make it smoother under the door – I’ll blend it some way.
My mind is still settling on the Roswell and Rendlesham Forest incidents. A few words stick in my mind: Dr. Mitchell’s, “. . . an alien craft did crash, and . . . material was recovered. . . .” and retired Col. Halt’s, “. . . the UFOs that I saw were structured machines moving under intelligent control. . . .”
There is enough material in those partial statements by two creditable cultural authorities to write mythologies of imaginative tales.
But for what reason, orndorff? Entertainment? That’s been done. Education? That’s been done too.
The closest thing we have to an alien intelligence in our house is our cat, Jadah. She is clever and has an imagination. I there is no toy around she will make one up. Fun to observe. Play is instinctive – she is constantly sharpening her hunting skills or napping as cats tend to do, up to some twenty hours a day I believe. She cannot make a vehicle to move from point A to point B. And, while I’m at it, neither can you Amorella.
No need, boy. I’m not going anywhere.
You had to arrive.
In your mind I arrived in 1947, drifted in on the southwest wind and floated into your mind not as I am but as one of your imaginary friends, the one in your head at the time was Aunt Jemima, probably on a bottle of syrup or a box of pancake mix.
Yes, I can remember, I was five in 1947, and I was at my grandparents sitting in the kitchen by myself and I stared at the photo of Aunt Jemima and she said, “Hello, how are you little boy?” or something to the equivalent. Well, I thought she said that. I am pretty sure she introduced herself to me because I remember being surprised and then almost immediately delighted by the encounter.
I used her as Grandma Earth in the books. She was a fun friend when I was a kid, and she was down to earth practical, always telling me to “be careful, boy.” That’s what comes to mind. After those hypnosis sessions in the eighties she/you came back and here you are. That’s the simplest explanation.
Carol is readying for a ride and a pizza for supper while catching up on some TV programs. Post. – Amorella.
After twenty-one hundred hours. Papa John’s for supper – large, half veggie and half works. Two meals worth usually. Carol’s up to bed to read then to watch Brothers and Sisters while you are copying Sherlock and CSI Miami for viewing sometime tomorrow or Tuesday. Wednesday a trip to Columbus to meet with your and Carol's financial advisor and to attend a meeting on long term care with him and also with your sister and brother-in-law. Then home. Thursday, to Westerville to see Bob Pringle who had major surgery last Monday and arrived home today. You had him in your prayers, boy. – Amorella.
I told Patti we would have them both in our thoughts which we did and do, but I did not say any prayers.
You of all people realize that some things are done unconsciously. Thank you’s and the sort.
Yes. I understand that. However, it seems hypocritical to say a silent prayer when one is an agnostic.
You answered your own question, boy. You wrote ‘seems’ automatically, not ‘is’. Prayer from where I sit is automatic, boy. Your humanity stays the course within even if you don’t without. Seeming contradictions are a part of who you are, and who your species is. This has come up in the Merlyn books several times, you know this. – Amorella.
It has. I half remember one instance. But the books are fiction, Amorella.
I write from your humanity, boy, not my own, your humanity is not a fiction nor is anyone else's.
You admit, then that you are me, that you are a point of view, an alter ego, an identity that I created.
What else would I be?
A Presence, a gift of nature. Everyone has a gift for something, hopefully a gift from the human spirit to be used for betterment of self and humankind.
Look up ‘Presence’ old man.
Merriam-Webster’s software edition's last definition best fits: “something (as a spirit) felt.”
I am felt (emotionally touched) by you no question about it. ‘As a spirit’ will also do. Post. – Amorella.
What is your sense of ‘self’ Amorella?
Another time, boy. Post.
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