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The "completely terrified" woman contacted RAF Wattisham in Suffolk to report her close encounter with a man claiming to be an alien in November 1989.
Originally posted by munkey66
I do find it very strange however that these Aliens that walk with us tend to talk to people who could have somewhat comprimised credability.
Why would an alien talk to a woman who would panic and have the report laughed at by the authorities.
Surely one of these beings would be able to get a youtube account, a facebook page or even get an interview on national TV to tell the world who they are and what they are here for.
You would have to ask if these aliens are here, why don't they talk to church leaders or community leaders.
Show pictures of their craft or even take a few people for joy rides.
why don't they run for local council elections.
Now you can't use the excuse that they on a no interfere policy, because communicating with just 1 person is interfering.
Originally posted by IronMan
This reminds me of a couple of years back, when I was
vacationing with Big Moira in Mobile Alabama.
We had just got back to the motel from the suger-white
beach and I was aching for a beer.
Moira went back to pack the towels and complimentary
bathing soaps and I twisted my baseball cap around and
headed for the bar.
There he stood, a tall 'norwegian'-looking man with a
shock of white hair and piercing fjord-blue eyes.
I nodded to the barman as he passed me a bottle of suds
and turned to face this enigmatic indivdual.
In a broken accent, he whispered "I am from Sveden."
I smiled and showed my last two teeth, "Oh really? Whereabouts
in Sweden?"
He whistled in a breath and flicking his blonde fringe, he said "Kneurgen,
near the Joergen Fjords."
I nodded to show that I understood his geography. I glanced at his
name badge, there was a UFO conference in the main hall.
"Well, nice to meet you, Bjergen Kjargen, from Kneurgen, near the
Joergen Fjords. Hmm. Kneurgen, that's in the Klargen Province,
near the Biburgen River." I said and pushed my cheese-cloth shirted
chest out proudly.
The blue eyes shone more and with a very white smile he said
"Yah hah."
I lit a Marlboro and tapped the ashes into the small tin-foil tray.
I showed my concerned face and snapped "Now correct me if I'm wrong.
Your annual rainfall varies from about 40 inches in the winter to about
200 inches in the summer, and your chief export is modular furniture."
I reddened and looked down at my scuffed Red Wings.
In a muffled embarrassed voice, I muttered "I did a report on Sweden
in the eighth grade.
Mr. Kjergen orded a Carlsberg and blew quietly across the frozen bottle
neck, " Well I am impressed with your quest for knowledge.
Educated men are rare."
I pushed my cap into the back pocket of my Levis and beamed.
"It was really hard, I stayed all night on it. Then the next day, in gym
class I was on the minitramp and I got diarrhea."
I stubbed out the embers of my cigarrette and finished of my Bud.
"I really wish I hadn't told you that." I whispered, I turned to go when
his soft nordic hand touched mine.
Moira glared from the bar entrance... well that's another story for
another time.
[edit on 24-3-2009 by IronMan]
Originally posted by munkey66
Surely one of these beings would be able to get a youtube account, a facebook page or even get an interview on national TV to tell the world who they are and what they are here for.