Billy Meier vs other Contactees

[Ed V.]

If you had read the first page of this topic you wouldn’t have made such an ignorant comment.

[Annubitch]

Because we are all human, we make mistakes but the Plejaren do have a pretty impecible record with clarifications and updated information when needed. So yeah, if they are saying those so called contactees were all fake, I would trust their accuracy. I have no skin in the game as far as any of those so called abductees, plus I rarely believe people and their faulty memories. Most in the UFO industry are con artists, they don’t care about the truth as long as they can prolong their “gig”, found that out firsthand. One question for you Ed V, did your contact include some religious message?

[Saul]

You called?

[Ed V.]

Nothing religious. Strictly personal.

[Ed V.]

Even people who researched or came into contact with George Adamski had encounters.
Bill Hamilton researcher and author of “Alien Magic;”
“I interviewed witnesses to Adamski’s contacts who described details of incidents without hesitation. Many others had described seeing the scout ships at close range. In 1957, I had seen an orange-glowing craft one night that had the same bell-shaped configuration as the one Adamski photographed. If Adamski had been constructing small models of this craft, then the large-sized original was making its appearance known in various parts of the world.”

Laura Mundo, a hired promoter for Adamski had this to say;
“Despite that I went on to promote his out-of-town lectures for several years and in time I had my own proof beyond my intuition, of his authenticity. The same type of bell-like saucer he had photographed over his home in California came over my home in Dearborn, Michigan, later in 1954.”

Best-seller author Timothy Good;
“Well, I published this in some of my stories. For example, in 1967 I was with the London Symphony Orchestra in New York. I’d already met some friends of George Adamski, who said that these beings were living here, and I’d already had an experience in 1963 in America with a woman who telepathically confirmed that she was from elsewhere when I asked her in my mind.
The same thing happened in New York in February 1967. I sent out a thought that I would like some proof that there are beings from other worlds living here and working here, and after about half an hour this guy comes into my New York hotel. He was about five feet ten inches, immaculately dressed in a dark grey suit, white shirt, dark tie, with slightly wavy hair, slightly tanned skin, very intelligent looking. What I had done was, before this had happened I had sat down in the lobby and said in my mind, “if there are any of you guys in the New York area, come down and sit next to me and prove it”.
And as I say, about half an hour later this guy came in and sat down beside me. He had an attaché case with him, and he opened it very deliberately, took out the New York Times, turned the pages over like this, folded the paper, put the paper back and sat there like that. So I thought, this man is right here. I thought in my mind, “If you are from another world, take your right index finger and hold it to the right side of your nose, and keep it there.” And immediately I thought that, he did just that then got up and went back out.”
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/vida_alien/esp_vida_alien_18zh.htm

[Wilson bakersfield]

Howard Minaj (Nickis dad) said in an interview with PewNews: “Years ago, on a T.V. program, when I first voiced my opinion that the people I met and talked with from the craft might not be extraterrestrial, it was thought that I had recanted. However, they (the aliens) said they had just come from the planet we call Venus (or Mars). It is my opinion that these space travelers may have by-passed or visited other planets (as we are planning) but were not native to those planets any more than our astronauts are native to the moon.” Howard’s daughter Nicki was trolled recently for supporting Tekashi and for her new body enhancement. Howard had hairy green leaf tea with his space travellers on Venus and rolled a goldblend decaf coffee minaj on a mars with his minge, because the visitors had big bottoms and his opinion…by-passed Neptune and Uranus, this is proof that Howard’s extraterrestrial mingers know we are planning on discovering mars.

Wilson.

[Grey.V Oppenheimer]

This is a picture of my wife buying a book about mr howard menagerie when he went to venus for a cup and saucer of tea in 1950

We were married before you were born

[Julius Groves]

I think Grey you sir had the 1952 experience! A so-called wowski or wowsa, the one that looks like the ‘Hey Arnold!’ rugby football head. This type of experience was quite rare and exotic and only happened to really the upper most special individuals selected for their quilt of excellence. It was very much an infused blend of aromatic flavors. If your oracle lived motown then your daughter would have been a punk and listened to the Miley Sirius records Rebel Yell. My friends husband and I went fishing in September and he was telling all about the 1958 experience. What was yours?

[Grey.V Oppenheimer]

Julius my sighting was over the Algave in 1973, I reported it to the Beeb with my wireless because it was contactless at the time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyjHxG6CUsQ

[Julius Groves]

This is me and my wife before the ceremony, I got her a wedding cake ship because I loved her so much. She favored the design. I had Rod take this photo, him and Stuart were with as at the wake. It was sometime later that we had the last drop as I recall, the midnight oil, every last drop of crude oil, we had a great time, thanks for the century.

[Wilson bakersfield]

My first experience was when I was 23. There it was. A fragment of the universe, hurtling through the cosmos. And there I was, gazing up from the comfort of a farmhouse rooftop, built by my father’s hands smack dab in the middle of nowhere. In all the years we lived out there on the countryside, not a damned thing remarkable ever happened. This meteor shower was the highlight of my entire life, and that’s why, with a bit of wonder glazed over my eyes, I wished on that one shooting star, brighter than the rest. I wished for some excitement.

Almost as if an answer to my plea, the meteor took a U-turn and fell from the sky like a falcon diving for its prey. I watched, astonished, as it passed overhead and crashed into the wooded area behind my dad’s property. Surprisingly, there was no sound, no explosion; just the rustling of tree leaves as it plummeted through the forest’s canopy. To make matters more peculiar, I swear I saw a red glow emanating from the crash-site, however faint.

After the initial shock wore off, I climbed down from the roof and raced into the woods as fast as my scrawny legs would allow. I had a rough idea of where the thing landed, so I darted in that direction, hoping I could take home a chunk of space rock as a souvenir to show my father. If I was lucky, it would be a treasure thrilling enough to keep him from getting mad that I went off into the woods by my lonesome. I could only hope.
Eventually, I came to a small clearing where the moonlight gently caressed the earth, granting me a somewhat clearer picture of the flora and fauna around me. I noticed many small animals, frantically scurrying north for no discernible reason. I surmised that the meteor’s landing frightened the wildlife nearby, and so I decided to head off in the opposite direction.

Sure enough, after maybe ten more minutes of my impromptu hike through the wilderness, I came upon the source of the mysterious glow I’d seen before. It was no meteor. There, sitting in a small depression in the ground, was a metallic pod of sorts, complete with a blinking beacon protruding from its surface like an antenna. The craft itself was spherical and at least twice my height. I’d never seen anything like it before. I was utterly dumbfounded.

Before I could take a closer look, a hatch opened up from its side, startling me back into the woods. With a racing heart, I scuttled behind the nearest tree. I cautiously positioned my head around the trunk and spied on the object with bated breath. I didn’t know what to expect; was it some kind of top-secret military weapon? Or perhaps a remote-control gadget built by a genius hermit living nearby? Would a little green man step out to greet me, demanding to speak with my leader? No matter the outcome, my eyes were glued to that metallic pod, for better or for worse.

A dark violet ooze spilled from the object, forming a large puddle at its base. The slimy substance then scaled the pod, coating the exterior from top to bottom. As the slime moved around the sphere, the light above stopped blinking. All at once, the purple liquid was repelled from the craft and back onto the ground below. There, it began taking on a more humanoid shape.

As the ooze changed, so too did its color. It became white and fuzzy, not unlike television static. Appropriately enough, TV and radio dialogue soon filled the forest. This thing was collecting signals from thin air, regurgitating lines from popular programs long since broadcast. At least, that’s what it appeared to be doing.

My mouth agape in awe, I began leaning forward without realizing it. The signals ceased abruptly, and I fell, head-first, onto a pile of dead branches, creating a loud crunch. From my new vantage point, I watched the white figure turn to my direction. I then heard it speak.

“WHO’S THERE?”

Its voice was shaky and unnatural; a low, monotone growl coupled with a harsh reverb.
Scared for my life, I picked myself up and ran back home, faster than I had ever run before. I reclaimed my perch on the roof and carefully surveyed the property. Once I was sure I hadn’t been followed, I hopped through my bedroom window and climbed into bed, hoping that I dreamt the whole thing up; an adventure concocted by my imagination, running wild. I wished it were that simple, but wishful thinking rarely plays out in one’s favor.
The following day, I came downstairs to the familiar aroma of eggs and bacon. My father always cooked up a hearty breakfast on Sundays. The sight I was greeted with upon entering the dining room, however, was anything but familiar. There, sitting at the table across from my father, was a man in a clean-cut suit, wearing a bowler hat and a striped tie. We rarely entertained visitors, so I was more than a little perplexed.

“Son! This is Mr. Grovewood. His car broke down a couple miles up the road, so he’s going to be staying with us for a few nights, just until he can get things sorted out.”
“How do you do, sport?”

I remained silent, perturbed by the man’s presence and still shaken from the previous night.

“He’s paying us a generous sum to stay here, so you best treat him with respect.”
My dad glared at me in a way that effectively relayed his meaning. As such, I complied.
“I’m well, sir. Thank you for asking.”

The man smiled, albeit awkwardly, and I ran off outside to tend to the farm. I didn’t know why, but I’d suddenly lost my appetite. Something just wasn’t adding up. How did this stranger find the farm after his car broke down? We were literally surrounded by forest. Dumb luck, perhaps? Doubtful. I was beginning to feel that his appearance the day after that thing landed in the woods wasn’t a mere coincidence, but this wasn’t a theory I had enough nerve to explore. After all, I had already convinced myself that the previous night’s events were nothing more than a bad dream. The man would be gone in a few days either way, so I tried not to dwell on it.

The next couple of nights were… bizarre. Mr. Grovewood attempted to watch a sitcom with us while eating dinner, but his reactions were less than normal. He seemed confused by the program and would only laugh after he noticed us laughing. And this wasn’t just any laughter, mind you – it was a loud guffaw of intensely uncomfortable proportions. I was almost relieved when he got pulled away by a phone call from a ‘business colleague’, though I didn’t hear a single word exchanged.

The following night, I walked downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of milk, only to find Mr. Grovewood chowing down on a raw steak from the freezer. I asked him about it, and all he said was, “It’s just a little midnight snack. Trust me; a little color does the body good.” Needless to say, I ran back to my room in a hurry, without my milk.
Last night, however, is when I became truly afraid. Walking past the guest room to get to the bathroom, I overheard Mr. Grovewood on the phone. This time, he most certainly spoke.

MR. GROVEWOOD: Did you receive the information I transmitted?

PHONE: …

MR. GROVEWOOD: Yes, this is the language we must use from here on out. We must avoid suspicion and blend in with the rest.

PHONE: …

MR. GROVEWOOD: It’s a lovely place. Rich in minerals, water, and lifeforms. You and the others are going to like it here.

PHONE: …

MR. GROVEWOOD: So long as you’re ready. There’s no going back from here. This will be our new home.

PHONE: …

MR. GROVEWOOD: No need. Why waste the material on transports when I can beam you down instantaneously? I have two vessels here, ripe for the taking.

[William Garland]

Hello, that is an interesting story Wilson. I have a story of my own. I have heard numerous accounts of alleged extraterrestrial encounters over the internet. Of course, I never actually believed any of these stories myself. I found the concept of grey aliens very interesting, and slowly began to have some belief in the subject, actually I more or less pretended to believe, and it was fun to believe. Deep within me though, I never truly believed in the existence of grey aliens, or any kind of extraterrestrial life in our solar system.

That was until a disturbing event took place in my life, an event that I cannot forget. I am sure that if this were to have happened to you, you would feel the same way. Here is my story:

10:09 AM, November 25th, 1978: A friend and I were on Thanksgiving vacation from our jobs and we took a trip to the border of New Hampshire and Vermont. We decided to take a hike through a long trail that ran along a river after breakfast. We then decided to camp out on the trail for a night, despite the warning that you were not supposed to camp out on the trail after dark. We walked the trail for about 35 minutes or so and decided to take a water break near a large rock. As we securing our backpacks, I noticed a plane in the sky. The object was moving awfully fast, most likely a jet. There were many jets that flew in the area. My friend pointed out that there was no trail of smoke coming from behind the jet. I figured it was a military vehicle of some kind and we simply continued our walk through the trail.

We then walked the trail for about another 45 minutes or so, and found the perfect clearing to set up our small tent. We were now about half a mile off the trail. My friend and I set up our tent and gathered large chunks of wood for our fire to roast marshmallows. As my friend was gathering wood, he pointed out a strange clearing in the woods, larger than the clearing where we had set up the tent and deeper in the woods. There seemed to be a white chalk-like substance on the ground in the shape of a near perfect circle. Some of the grass around the circle was brown and dead. This spooked us for a few minutes, but we were not about to let a weird circle in the woods scare us away from our vacation. We gathered our wood and lighted our fire. We wanted to be sure that we got inside the tent and in our sleeping bags before dark at around 5:00 PM, to make sure that no one would see us if they came looking for us, such as the park rangers.

We roasted our marshmallows and put out our fire at around 4:51 PM and got into our sleeping bags inside the tent a few minutes later. We quietly told each other scary stories, such as the legends of Bigfoot and other rumored creatures said to lurk in the Vermont area. These stories I learned from The Vermont Monster Guide by Joseph A. Citro and illustrated by Stephen R. Bessette. The night was extremely quiet, just the way we wanted it. I fell asleep at around 9:00 PM or so. All through the night I thought I heard rustling in the woods. Eventually I woke up at around 12:26 AM. My friend was sound asleep. I looked outside the tent and saw two or three deer run by about 17 or so feet away from the tent. I do not know what caused the deer to run so fast. They were obviously afraid of something. Most likely a bear or some nocturnal predator, so I went back to sleep.

2:38 AM, November 26th, 1978: My friend woke me up to tell me that he heard a loud screech that woke him from his sleep. I told him about the deer that I saw running a few hours ago, supposing that the screech could have been related to the frightened animals. I also remembered that some of my stories spooked him, so I figured that he could have just been messing with. I did not hear the screech so I took that as a possibility. We then noticed a light far off in the distance, coming from the direction of the trail. Fearing that it could have been a park ranger, we hid in our tent a kept extremely quiet. But then I realized that the park rangers were not on duty this early in the morning. We were worried that it could be the flashlight of a lost hiker, yet we were both afraid of what could have possibly been emitting the light.

After a few minutes, we decided to go investigate the light. We saw the light move as if it were a person carrying a flashlight. We then noticed that the light was red and extremely small. The light came closer and closer. We then decided to turn on our flashlight and my friend yelled out “Hello out there, are you lost?”. I then remembered the strange clearing that we saw in the woods yesterday and thought that maybe it had a connection with the object that we saw in the sky, the running deer, and now this mysterious light. I also remembered the stories I heard about grey extraterrestrials and unidentified flying objects. There were also a few stories about aliens in The Vermont Monster Guide. I was still hesitant on believing that the mysterious phenomenon we were experiencing was created by extraterrestrials. The light came closer and closer until we could make out the shape of a humanoid figure walking toward us. We were both terrified at the moment and wanted to go back inside our tent. But we could not. We were both so terrified, yet fascinated by the figure. As the figure walked closer and closer we noticed that it was about our height and only about half an inch or so shorter than myself. We could not see the overall shape of the figure, but it could see us. It was shining the light on us, as if examining us like a doctor in a hospital. As the figure shined its light near our faces, we could see out of the blinding red light a face with large a soulless eyes lacking any sign of an iris or pupil. Its eyes peered at us and we ran inside our tent in horror.

We hid inside our sleeping bags covering our heads for hours as it would seem, hoping that the being would go away. I knew it was true: grey extraterrestrials were real, the being stalking us was a slender grey alien, and the object that we saw in the sky was possibly a UFO or flying saucer, the clearing that we saw possibly created by the spacecraft, and the running deer were afraid of the grey. After several hours as it would seem, my friend got out of his sleeping bag and opened the slightest opening in the tent zipper, ever so slowly. He was checking outside to see if the being with the red light was gone. I poked my head out from my sleeping bag in terror, and he turned around and said to me “It’s gone.”. Just then, an extremely bright white light shined behind him, coming from outside. I watched in terror as he was lifted into the air slowly by the light. He was then dropped to the ground outside in a flash and lifted back up straight into the air. I lost sight of him and the light went out in a flash. Everything was as quiet as before. And I went back to sleep crying in horror inside my sleeping bag, with the top of the bag rolled over my head so I could not see anything.

8:34 AM, November 26th, 1978: I woke up the next morning trying to recall what happened last night. I remembered my friend was lifted by a bright light. There in his sleeping bag I saw him sleeping soundly. I was afraid he was dead and woke him up. I asked him about what happened last night, and he did not recall anything that I told him. I did not bother to report the event to the rangers or anyone else on the trail.

Ever since then, I have not had any encounters with anything extraterrestrial. My friend does not recall the events. And the clearing in the woods was gone. I thought that maybe I was dreaming. But there on the ground near our tent, was another clearing. This clearing was much larger than the one before and had the same white chalk-like substance on the ground with dead brown grass in several places. My friend and I drove home, and I never told this story to anyone else. Until now.

WG

[Grey.V Oppenheimer]

This was taken just after I got out of the French foreign legion on an AWOL. She was driving a masheeshe wagen, they were hot off production back then and did 40 miles to the gallon with a 76 miles per hour top speed. The masheeshe wagen was stylish and had bags of style, we kept it in the family until 2006 when I couldn’t find spare parts for it on ebay any more, I resign. We were on vacation in Paris at the time, I had John take this photo with the Qanon pix man4000, him and Elton joined us at the Marimaripari hotel restaurant afterwards for a meal. Anyone who was anyone went to the marimaripari to dine, we had lobster that evening and a UFO ceremonial truffle, it were delish it were I may tell you sirs.

[Ed V.]

Annubitch, you wanted people who experienced ‘real vision?’ Maybe incoherent ramblings is a giveaway!

[Saul]

At least they have a sense of humor. More fodder for the muffin men who will undoubtedly open new case files on them haha.
Anyway what personal info did you receive? And are you sure you couldn’t have just gone to a fortune teller and got the same information?

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