.... For days afterward, [ Ted Rice ] was obsessed with trying to
understand the experience. He and Marie discussed it repeatedly,
but her explanations did not satisfy him. Deep within, Ted had
serious doubts about what had been done to him, and for the first
time in years he also felt anger and resentment.
    On several occasions he tried to question Raphael and Sharon,
his familiar spirit guides, but they gave him no answers about the
event. The only way Ted was able to overcome his depression and
anxiety relating to the event was to tell himself the whole thing had
been a frightening dream. And that only worked so long as he didn't
let himself think about the hand, the face, and the jolting shock that
knocked him into unconsciousness.
    At night, however, the fear was worse. Ted couldn't sleep in
the dark any more, so he got a night light, but still he was nervous
and unable to rest well. He had frequent anxiety attacks, and when
he did finally fall asleep, he often woke up again, especially between
three and four a.m. In need of help, Ted went to the doctor and was
given a prescription for a sleeping aid. It helped minimally, but it
also affected his mood, for Ted noticed swings from a jumpy, jittery
state to fits of depression.
    Not long after the episode of the fog in the room, Ted had
yet another new experience for which his metaphysical training had
not prepared him. A new spirit showed up, or at least he thought it
must be a spirit. But it was far stranger than any guides he'd ever
heard of or encountered. And once again, it began in the middle
of the night.
    At first, he thought these encounters were also dreams,
because of their utter strangeness. As he slept, an entity would
appear and take Ted to an unknown location where he was
instructed in what the new entity told him were "spiritual truths."
This being called himself "Volmo," and as Volmo delivered his
instructions, Ted felt as if he were in a very altered state.
    Each morning after a visit from Volmo, Ted awoke with
curiosity and tried to recall the spiritual lessons. But he could
only remember a small part of Volmo's teachings, as if much more
had been blocked or simply faded away. His lack of recall was
bewildering. In the past, spirit messages always came while Ted
was fully awake, and he had no trouble hearing or remembering
them. But with Volmo, it was different.

    "This is really strange stuff," he told Marie shortly
after his first few encounters with Volmo. "This spirit, or
whatever Volmo is, just isn't human. I mean, the way he
looks, the shape of his head and everything about him
isn't human."
    "I don't understand," Marie said. "What does he
look like, then?"
    "He's tall, really tall," Ted explained. "When I'm
standing beside him, he towers a foot or more over my
head, so I reckon he's six and a half feet tall, maybe
seven. And massive. He's got a strong, powerful body,
and it's dark colored, dull gray or olive-brown."
    "I've never heard of anyone like that," Marie said,
puzzled by this new entity.
    "He seems really friendly and pleasant," Ted
continued, "but to tell you the truth, the way he looks
sure scares me. Volmo's god-awful ugly! His head
doesn't have any hair, and there are bony ridges on
the top. His eyes don't look human, that's for sure.
They're dark, sort of yellow-gold, and there aren't any
eyelids. But his mouth is the worst part, Marie. It looks
like a big fish mouth, with sharp teeth."
    "What about his hands?"
    "I saw them pretty clearly. There are only three
or four fingers on each hand, and I think they're slightly
webbed. The hands look claw-like, because he's got
these long, pointed nails on each finger. So what do you
think this character is?"
    "It's a mystery to me," Marie admitted. "You say
he's teaching you things. What sort of things?"
    "Well, don't laugh," Ted said, "but last night,
when he came and got me out of bed, he taught me how
to walk through walls. He took me up to the wall of the
bedroom and told me that it was easy to pass through
solid matter. He said it all depends on how I perceive
matter. Like, if I think of matter as solid, it will be solid,
but if I realize that it has a different density from me,
then I can control it and move through it like water.
    "Volmo showed me what he meant," Ted continued.
"He stuck his hand right through the wall. Then he told
me to try it, and I did."
    "Did it really work?" Marie asked.
    "No, not the first time. But I tried it again later, and
I swear, my hand went through the wall like it wasn't even
there! And now that he's worked with me a few times, it's
easy. We stand by the wall together, and then he takes
my hand and we move through the wall, just like that!"
    "Where do you go when you pass through
the wall?"
    "I wish I knew," Ted laughed. "I've tried to
remember what happens after that, but I just don't know.
It's like I blank out."
    "Do you feel all right when he's with you, doing
all this stuff?"
    "Yeah, it's fun," Ted said. "I like it, and I'm just
amazed by the things he's shown me. But I wish I knew
what Volmo really is. You've taught me everything in the
philosophy of spiritualism, but I don't recall anything that
explains this guy."
    Marie couldn't explain Volmo, either. But later
when they were together discussing these nighttime visits,
Marie began to get an image of the being. She asked her
own spirit guides to give her some understanding, and at
last an explanation came.
    "I can see the image of Volmo," she told Ted
excitedly. "He's here in spirit form around you right now."
    She gave a physical description that matched the
being Ted had come to know so intimately.
    "My guides tell me that Volmo is not of this earth,"
she went on. "He's an interplanetary spirit, but he's gotten lost
in our earth plane and now he can't escape. That's why he
looks so strange, because he's never been born in our
world. But the guides tell me that you shouldn't fear him.
He's completely harmless to you. In fact, they say that
Volmo is a highly developed spirit in his own plane, and
that he'll be of great help to you."
    This information gave Ted some welcome relief,
and he tried to accept the guides' explanation. They had
never led him astray in the past. If some interplanetary
spirit wanted to help him, he wouldn't resist. And if he
was bothered by the fact that he couldn't remember much
of what happened when he was with Volmo, well, he
would just trust that someday everything would be
made clear. ...

    ... "Before I go home," Barbara [Bartholic] said, "I'd like
for you to tell me just what all of this means to you
personally, Ted. What do you feel is going on? What have
you been able to understand?"
    "I don't know if this will make sense," he replied, "or
even if it's anywhere close to the truth, but I'll tell you how it
feels to me, or at least what the situation implies. Back when I
was being given messages and information during the night,
I remember one particular lesson the aliens taught me. They
explained that the space between physical matter isn't empty,
but rather it is filled with positive and negative charges.
    "Now, if you can imagine these two vast fields of charges
somehow producing separate dimensions of existence," Ted
continued, "and then imagine that these dimensions give rise
to intelligent entities, each of them carrying the positive or
negative charges according to which dimension produced
them. It seems to me that we humans are a source of some
sort for both of these kinds of creatures, and I can imagine
them working together to shape us into the perfect creation,
made of both positive and negative aspects, so that both of
them can use us.
    "They may not be good or evil in their own terms," he
conceded, "even though their actions feel that way to us. But
they certainly seem to be bound together in their involvement
with humans. I remember the incident where the two aliens
were arguing over me. Their discussion about the two groups
involved with me seems to be related to this idea."
    "One of them was rather rough and threatening with you,
wasn't he?" Barbara asked.
    "Yes," Ted said, "and the other one came in and protected
me from him, which pissed off the first one. It seemed like a
real confrontation, but if they were really two opposing
groups, what were they doing there together? They seemed
to be sharing the premises. Not long ago, I read a passage in
the Gnostic Gospels where Jesus talked about the good angels
and the bad angels working together, Barb, and I think that's
exactly what is going on with the ETs."
    "Do you really think they are spirits or divinities or gods
of some sort, then?" she asked.
    "No, at least they aren't any gods I would find acceptable,
but I don't know what I believe any more, to be honest. All
the metaphysical and traditional religious beliefs I once had
are gone with the wind," he smiled sadly. "I don't have any
reality to hold on to now."
    "Yes, you do," Barbara said, reaching out for his hand.
"This is your reality. Believe in yourself, your own goodness.
Maybe they did make us, Ted, who knows? But nonetheless
we've emerged with something they don't have. And they
sure want it. We have souls that let us feel emotions, and that
makes us capable of love. They take our emotions because
they have none of their own."
    "They didn't just take mine, they plundered them," Ted
said, "and almost destroyed me in the process. Are we so
helpless? Isn't there anything we can do?"
    "I don't know," Barbara replied. "And we won't know,
until we learn everything about what the aliens are doing,
what plan they're carrying out." ...

  ... Ted waited outside for one last wave as she drove
away. With Barbara's help, he at least had a way to learn
more. There were many past events that he now
questioned and wanted to explore: his relationship with
Maya, the Aunt Jemima apparition and the ghost of Miss
Flowers, Volmo's visits, the visions of global destruction,
the night of fog, the missing time, and the desert under-
ground facility where humans were corralled like cattle.
He was healing now, and before long he would be ready
for the next regression and whatever revelations it
might bring. With a last glance across at the field where
the UFO had landed, Ted's resolution strengthened.
"I will have my life back," he vowed silently to his
abductors. "I will dig so deeply into my past that every
single thing you've ever done to me will be revealed.
When I make my story public, when I tell the world the
truth about your alien agenda, only then will I be
fulfilling the real role of a Light Worker. And when I
help to strip away the masquerade of the angels,
working with others to find the truth, maybe it will,
finally, set us free."

_______________________________________________

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THE BLOG FOG
EXCESSIVE BLOGGING MAY BE A FORM OF MENTAL
ILLNESS OR MAY TRIGGER LATENT MENTAL ILLNESS
IN THE PARTICIPANTS IF THIS PRACTICE IS NOT
PART OF A LARGER ORGANIZATION OR PUBLICATION.
THE INDIVIDUAL BLOGGING ALONE MAY COME TO
BELIEVE HIS/HER PRIVATE PROJECTION OF INNER
FANTASIES AND OPINIONS ARE MEDIA DOMINANT
WHEN REALLY ONLY A LIMITED GROUP OF READERS
ARE AWARE OF THE BLOG CONTENT.

THE JOURNALS JOTTED, AS I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS
PIECE, IN THE LITERARY CAFES OF YORE UPON SCRAPS
OF NOTEPAPER AND PAPER NAPKINS, THEN TRANSCRIBED
INTO MORE PERMANENT RECORDS IF APPROPRIATE, OR
THROWN INTO THE GARBAGE LATER, MAY IN THE LONG
RUN PROVE MORE EFFECTIVE THAN THE COMPULSIVE
BLOGGER'S INSTANTLY PRESERVED AND DOGGEDLY
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"NATURAL SELECTION" IN THE LONG TERM PICTURE)
ENVIRONMENT. PART OF WHAT CONSTITUTES
CIVILIZATION IS THE SELECTION OF ITEMS FOR USE
OR CONSIDERATION. IN THE UN-SELECTED FLOW,
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ISOLATED BLOGGER FOR IT IS RELATED BY SIMPLE
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OBSERVER OF VIRTUAL DATA. OFTEN VIRTUAL DATA IS
NOT EFFECTIVELY SELECTED AND TESTED AGAINST THE
REAL TIME ASPECTS OF ANY SPECIFIC SITUATION.
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Excerpts:
Pgs. 68-71:
...     I looked around during that session and was shocked to see
Dr. Jacques Vallee hunkered down against the wall a few feet from
where I was sitting. A man, one of the acquaintances with whom
I'd had breakfast, took me to Vallee and introduced us.
...     He was very interested in the idea of the documentary we
had just produced, the story of Bo and Peep ...
... We went straight to the studio to look at our tape of the Heaven's
Gate people, Bo and Peep then, of course. Even though I told Bill again
about the warning against showing the last five minutes of tape they
both merely looked at me as if I were some sort of weirdo. Peep had told
me privately that the documentary, especially the last five minutes, was
supposed to be shown only after they had been taken up in a
space vehicle.
...     The next day before he left he told me he was interested in
cattle mutilations and he asked me to call if I heard of such incidents.
I promised I would do so.
    Within three weeks a friend had called me from Eureka Springs,
Arkansas and she said they were having a rash of cattle mutilations
there. In fact, I wasn't aware of it yet but I had just been linked
up with the largest cattle mutilation case in the United States.
The mass mutilations in Arkansas, by the way, started the night that
the film, Close Encounters of the Third Kind premiered across Arkansas.
That was in December, 1977.
    Jacques called and I told him about all the UFO's that were filling
the sky above Eureka Springs and about the series of cattle
mutilations that were taking place night after night in that area.
    Our relationship, born in 1977, grew into an investigative
partnership that lasted for years. The physicist, practiced in
the methods of objective scrutinization of almost everything that
appeared before him, became my mentor. I learned the art of scientific
interviewing and the craft of interrogation. I learned to recognize
a thread of evidence, then learned the patience required to follow
that thread through a maze of deception and masked memories.
I learned to follow the thread until it led to a conclusion,
putting aside all my own prejudices and preconceived notions.
I didn't work for Vallee but with him. The cases came to me
and together we investigated them.
Pg. 125:
    Aliens love to frighten us. Our fear is their delight.
Pg. 127:
    In another instance, a girl who had just come to Tulsa from California
was working in a local restaurant. She was compelled to pull her car over one
evening as she drove home. She received a mental message, then drove on
toward the Utica Square area where she was living. That evening she saw
a UFO hovering over the yard of the house where she was renting a room.
Her landlady saw the craft, also.
    That night she was shown some Egyptian symbols and was given
what she said was a clear understanding of the Egyptian connection
with the UFO-alien culture.
Pg. 132:
    The grays apparently have minimal intelligence, and can be
considered to be just soulless biological machines. I can't tell you the
horror in my mind when I realized I was, or had been, the helpless victim
of those awful creatures.
Pg. 134:
    I've learned from the hundreds of abductees whom I've dealt with,
that the androids who had worked on me were created from fetuses taken
from abductees. They (the androids) do the menial work for the aliens and
they function as biological machines, more or less. We can't begin to
understand the levels of control but we do know that reptilian creatures
control the grays.
    The aliens themselves crave all our highly charged emotions,
especially the two emotions of sex and pain. Of the two, pain
is their favorite emotion. Our pain frequencies feed them something
they need, so they wish to be assured of the continuing availability
of a tremendous amount of human pain.
    I know this much. I don't ever want to see aliens again... not
even within a hypnotic regression.
Pg. 135:
    When I awake in pain I generally know it has had something
to do with the aliens and their antics.
Pg. 144:
    They experiment on us in the same way we experiment on animals.
Pgs. 147-148:
    The reason the aliens are doing these things is to find out about
human feelings. They can control our feelings and they can absorb
our feelings.
    Look at it this way: The American public is fascinated watching
TV, movies, etc. We experience feelings as we watch the actors on
the screen. So, in the same way but much more in depth, this alien
culture is able to absorb and feel through us. Therefore they need
us and they use us in the same way we use our books, films and
TV; To experience the feelings expressed in the story lines.
    Our technology follows the alien technology very closely.
    Might we, in the future, be doing to our own creations,
(our own clones and biological machines), just what the aliens
are now doing to us?   ...   -- Barbara Bartholic

                  *******************************************
                          [ Shades of "SIMULACRON 3"
                          by Daniel F. Galouye (1920-1976)
                          See the film: "The Thirteenth Floor" -- MT ]
                  *******************************************

Captain Thomas Francis Mantell Jr.was born
in Franklin, Kentucky, 30 June 1922.
He was a graduate of Male High School,
in Louisville. On 16 June 1942, he joined
the Army Air Corps, graduating Flight
School on 30 June 1943.

During World War II, Mantell was assigned
to the 440th Troop Carrier Group, 96th Troop
Carrier Squadron, 9th Air Force. He was
awarded Distinguished Flying Cross, and
Air Medal w/3OLCs for heroism. Following
the war he returned to Louisville, joining
the newly organized Kentucky Air National Guard,
as Flight Leader, "C" Flight, 165th Fighter
Squadron, Kentucky Air National Guard
on 16 February 1947.

  Tradgedy on a Training Flight

Mantell crash site On 7 January 1948, while
on a training flight with three other P-51Ds
(Mustang) Mantell was directed by the flight
tower at Godman Field to pursue an unidentified
flying object. While in pursuit of the object,
he died in plane crash near Franklin,
Simpson County, Kentucky.

The story of Mantell's death while chasing
an Unidentified Flying Object made headlines
across the country and world. An intense
military investigation of the incident
became part of Project SIGN, which later
became Project BLUEBOOK, the military's
investigations into UFOs. Much speculation
and conjecture has been written about this
incident, it is still uncertain what Mantell
was pursuing at the time of the crash.
Mantell is the first flight casualty of
the Kentucky Air National Guard. His remains
were brought back to Louisville and buried
at Zachary Taylor National Cemetery.

On Saturday, 29 September 2001, the Simpson
County Historical Society unveiled a historical
marker in honor of Thomas F. Mantell, Jr.
The marker is located at the Franklin, Kentucky
exit off Interstate 65, next to the office
building of Simpson County Tourism.

    I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
  Some letter of that After-life to spell:
    And by and by my soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
                                              Omar Khayyam