The Aliens at the End of My Garden (ET, call home!)

The Times [UK] ^ | March 6, 2005 | Bryan Appleyard

[quidnunc]

Since June 24, 1947, when a businessman called Kenneth Arnold saw a squadron of alien spaceships in the Cascade Mountains in Washington state — generally regarded as the first authentic UFO sighting of the post-war era — aliens have poured from the abyss that lies between ourselves and the world.

We know them well. They are the grey aliens with slanting, black eyes and vestigial nostrils whose corpses are kept at Area 51, a secret military base in the Nevada desert. They are the tall “Nordics” who gently oversee complex surgical procedures on human abductees. They are ET, the Borg, the Klingons and the Vulcans, the Pleiadians and the Nine.

“You’ve really taken on a monster here. Careers are really derailed by an interest in this subject,” Professor John Mack of Harvard University said when I told him I was writing a book about these real, dreamed, hallucinated or imagined creatures and the humans who have met or found themselves involved with them.

Mack spoke from experience. His own interest in alien abductions led to an inquisition by the Harvard authorities. He survived, though with many scars.

Mention aliens and you will at once be thought either mad or stupid, deluded or naive. Extraterrestrial visitation is the faith of rural hicks in the American Deep South or of lonely English teenage nerds who can’t get girlfriends.

People who think there may well be intelligent life elsewhere in the universe are not mad. People who have made contact with aliens, been abducted or who have seen flying saucers probably are. But I’m not mad and I have seen an alien spaceship in broad daylight in Norfolk. It was on the ground and I saw it as a glowing oval behind some trees. It was about 300 yards away.

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[BenLurkin]

WE . . .

. . . have seen the ALIEN spaceships!

[Enterprise]

We will assimilate all FreePers and add their knowledge to our own. Resistance is futile.

[Iam1ru1-2]

[Iam1ru1-2]

[BenLurkin]

Don't forget Mel!

[Iam1ru1-2]

[ProudVet77]

This might be a good thread to ask a question I have. While in the parking lot about 2hrs after sunset, I was looking at some constellations. (Having been told by someone on this site that the star "serious" is the shoulder of cannabis major.) Anyway, there's this object in the sky headed from almost due south to due north. It was orange/gold, no blinking lights, nothing weird about it other than it's direction. That time of night we see the red eyes headed for Europe, whatever this was seemed way above them.
Was it possibly one of those polar orbit satellites? Any pointer to where I could find out? Thanks

[spodefly]

Ping me when the Borg get here:

[Iam1ru1-2]

[Zacs Mom]

Scarier even than crop circles ....



Scientist won't dare venture a guess how these come into being!

;)

[Enterprise]

"Crap circles"

Ha! Easy! Crapweasles make them when they run around in circles.

[Zacs Mom]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....you just might be on to something!!!

[4mycountry]

We know them well. They are the grey aliens with slanting, black eyes and vestigial nostrils whose corpses are kept at Area 51, a secret military base in the Nevada desert. ... They are ET, the Borg, the Klingons and the Vulcans, the Pleiadians and the Nine.

*gasp* They left out the Asguard!! "Jaffa, Cree!" Ping!

[4mycountry]

Having been told by someone on this site that the star "serious" is the shoulder of cannabis major.

Do you mean the star "Sirius"? I've never heard of one called "serious".

[Mad Dawg]

Having been told by someone on this site that the star "serious" is the shoulder of cannabis major.

Cannabis Major? I'm series! This is Hugh!

[Iam1ru1-2]

In this case, The Constellation is not referred to as Cannibis "Major", It's called Cannibis "High". {;-)]

[Grut]

...the shoulder of cannabis major

My, what was he doing in that parking lot?

[The Great RJ]

I'm convinced that Al Gore is either an alien or under alien mind control.

[dog breath]

I am not convinced that there is intelligent life here on earth, let alone elsewhere.