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• Commie Bastard.
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  Nov 5 09 11:38
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  Yahoo we're going get the truth. Well done Jack.
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• jez ippolito
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  Dec 30 09 10:32
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  Things are getting strange I'm starting to worry, Commie ....... is calling me Jack... kept dropping up,full details in my book.
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• jez ippolito
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  Dec 30 09 19:24
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  Actually meant to say "cropping up" but I must've been going round in circles.
  
  Chapter 15 Preview. Sneak it.
  
  "Trust no Gray."
  
  Suddenly the car jacked in and while trapped by the side of some nowhere road an ominous alien-like ape ordered Jack to breathe into a see through satchel which was really a crisp packet with one way in and no way out. Dave imagined what Jack might be thinking.
  
  "Here I believe are a few tips in the art of defence in the event of being accosted in the dark by a bald Gray and human impostor. Firstly, always carry a digital camera, the Gray is photosensitive and doesn't like flashing lights. If you suddenly find yourself being led to a shiny vehicle with Black Mariah emblazoned and blue and red throbbing disco techno whamming all over it, try not to clammer for your camera, stay calm, click and pray that your battery hasn't gone on holiday. Don't believe any guff the swine might psychically suggest about how there's Turkish delights stuffed in his saucers waiting to be dished to the first gullible cretin taken in by the dubious offer of a freebie, that is if you don't want to end up as condensed milk, liquid protein and or eaten. You should also refrain from the temptation of saying, well chops to that old chap but I'd really rather pop ‘round to the 4 O Clock chippy for a donor kebab now if you don't mind should you not require an alarmingly sudden "right that's it pal you're coming with us" reply.
  
  Don't take unnecessary shortcuts home in the middle of the night and if you're out and about, stay right where there is ample street light, you'll be quite safe unless of course there's some drunk helplessly falling towards you looking like he's going to ask you back to his pad. If you get the odd uneasy sensation that you are being watched, it's because you probably are by a Mr. Gray exploring the psychological anomaly of spying and possible thuggery with the sole intention of slurping your red stuff dry, some of which will no doubt be retained in glass jars for the abominable Dows future consumption and totally without your consent - if you're close to home, run to it as fast as your jellied legs will allow and phone Tom Cruise right away to come and help you sort the problem. If none that works and if you still abhor the idea of having your gears cored out to the colon in an undignified field then ask alien Al politely if it would like a race to the end of the street, if baldox is up for exploring the psychological anomaly of ego, when it bolts off like an absolute ****hole leaving you standing, run like the clappers in the other direction, or if you're voice-box hasn't seized beyond the ability to speak then ask baldy if he's ever enjoyed a good kick in the toolbox he/she pre –abduction phenomena didn't have and sometimes steals from cattle and the occasional human.
  
  Neology is the preferred language of the Gray alien, so if chrome dome tells you that he's a womb dater, a letter writing wish dosher or just some laxi-cabriant dressed in his Jade white Sunday best out driving a caxi tab near Straiton, you've just met Spock. Ask him if he knows your mate Jack and tell him that you're only meaning to get home to the wife and that you were really only there trying out the Victoria and Albert's white piano. It might also help if you tell your potential platinum pal that you do NOT want to be given a birth nor a brain implant and you certainly do NOT want to be taught how to weld balls near castles or waterfalls.
  
  When and where there are two or more aliens, only prayers that are rarely heard nor answered can help you there."
  
  Realms of the Unreal.
  
  J.M.I.
  
  
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• jez ippolito
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  Mar 29 10 18:44
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  Introduction.
  
  UFology should be recognized as a discipline, not a disability.
  
  When I began to document this report never was I unaware of high strangeness happening in the world around us all but what I was unaware of was the prevalence on an almost unimaginable scale of apparent phenomena not exclusive to any one place, there were no hotspots, rather there was an omnipresent force so real and so frightful that I found myself powerless to ignore it. This excursion to the realms then was not some trifling trip with regards to weird anomalous creatures invisibly co-existing with planet earth but it was also a need to get to the truth, the truth of an even weirder institutionalized state (Government Gray), its real reason for the retention of our body parts (DNA) and its reluctance to impart the imperative truth of E.T. to the people.
  
  It was never my intention to try to prove something already proven without a shadow of a doubt. The need to know what UFO's are, what they represent and what they are doing has been part of the object of this book in which there is no shortage of speculation, however and I state unequivocally, that any weirdness and even non weirdness herein is no less unreal than reality itself in the beautifully (sometimes ugly) bizarre world of imps, possible monsters and UFOs.
  
  While there are some who may wish to see what has been portrayed merely fictionally in comics instilled into them as children, it was with those in mind and as a picture is worth however many words that I chose to gallery the images prompting this investigation in turn imparting what only that choice and those pictures could; a personal revelation, a dispersing of the crystallized doubt of my own unbelief and because when a photo is all there is to go on, it just cannot be ignored.
  
  The adventure began way back but with hindsight and memory intact a consistent pattern of deliberation emerged and gathered shape in the form of what will be construed by some as mere coincidence, destiny, Karma, God's plan for our lives. Call it what you will but in 1992 when I was in 28 yrs old an American friend spoke to me of UFOs in the Peeblesshire area and now here I am writing a book on it. Apart from my view that UFOs have been I might add, hovering in the borders of Scotland for sometime, I know they didn't appear because the author turned up nor because he wanted them to. It may be that an aspect of the invisible contingent (as I have called it) has preordained someone to do a profile on it. If that's the case and it chose this person to convey its message, then it has been commandeering the vessel and Jack's just been rowing the boat. Thus it may be that we are guided and we guide in the way that one might shift pawns around on a chess board or much in the way some of us believe our lives are predestined from even before conception.
  
  So I shall get stuck right in and say that my first close encounter was really just that, a free nocturnal light show consisting of some fairly odd lights in the sky as I waded in a river pool beneath Lee Pen. As I observed these lights I knew that they did not conform to the normal air activity associated with the quadrant known as Amber 1 over the Cardrona area of Peeblesshire. The second encounter was when I found myself standing beside a wingless triangular craft traveling at no more than five miles an hour, made no sound and was one of many similar craft counted that evening passing over Cardrona. Contrary to the popular scientific certainty I rejected the idea that these craft was/were phenomena and I also refuted the ridiculous notion that what I and others saw was a case of singular or collective psychological hallucination. To those people who were not even there I say to them that they are the ones who are mistaken and rather what was witnessed was advanced machinery. I have included a clear example at the back of this book of a UFO over the same area and clearly moving at speed.
  
  As a number of books dealing with UFOs tend to show only penciled illustrations of maps and such like and though those books i.e. the wonderfully zealous Zechariah Sitchin collection (the ones I've read) have been thoroughly and excellently researched, much of my frustration fell with the fact that the photographic evidence is not considered proof, at least in the eyes of mainstream science. Again it was with this in mind that I chose to exhibit the images I consider to be UFO in the strictest sense.
  
  Presently I am certain (until someone can come up with a better explanation) that the top secret hypersonic reconnaissance plane the SR-75 was what was present in the Cardrona skies that night. The SR-75 replaced the TR-3B and SR-71. Their thrusters are situated at each corner of their triangular platform this of course is why unmanned craft can change direction instantaneously without turning. The TR-3B has secretly flown since the early 90s. All three craft cost a billion dollars each and were flying by 1994. Many sightings of these craft are believed to be UFO. The craft were developed under the American Governments Aurora program, often the craft are manned but they can also be remotely controlled.
  
  In addition I now believe that these craft were present while something even more unusual was happening in the same area that same night. It is also feasible to assume that our boys knew it too. Whatever the other UFO were, they certainly outclassed the (what I will call for now) craft of unidentified origin (C.O.U.O.) with regards to their speed and manoeuvrability. Some of this information is contained within a book proving the existence of such craft entitled Alien Rapture, The Chosen by Edgar Rotschild and Brad Steiger. Further to the above the MOD's ex UFO investigator Nick Pope stated on Edge Television that some of what is in our skies is ours and some is not.
  
  Contrary to the norm, UFOs are not a psychological phenomenon and in spite of their transient nature I tend to believe or at the very least take people seriously when they claim they have had something happen to them or have seen something they are at a loss to explain. It seems unlikely that the growing number of UFO sightings is not a worrying sign and it is a sign that shouldn't find itself at the centre of casual dismissal. Moreover, when the government states this is of no defence significance I absolutely do not believe them!! It's clear to me that some UFOs do represent a threat to humanity if and when they are called upon to be, but when people tell me that is just my viewpoint, wha****hink they're really saying is that they haven't found out for themselves yet.
  
  On coming to terms with the impact of my own experience and dangerously armed with a camera, a dash of boldness about me and a possible degree of impetuosity, I found myself suddenly and properly initiate in the art of sky scrutiny (and forest) in which not only was my dog prone (possibly even partial) to barking at thin air but a perfectly functioning Exilim 10.1mgpxls was somehow able to tune into those mysterious invisible frequencies as well, depending on the weather of course. What was unearthed then was a range of (in this case) so called anomalous activity corroborating the growing number of people, dogs as it were and digital cameras recording and reporting seemingly unfathomable strangeness the world over.
  
  These days there is vast coverage of alien science fiction inundating our screens and our lives, Starship Troopers, Star Wars, Red Dwarf, The Terminator, the X Files, Doctor Who, War of the Worlds, I am Legend - implying contagious cancer, Stargate SG1, Aliens in the attic and even the not so silly Sonic the Hedgehog begs explanation and may be significant in light of the image of the Buddha anomaly featured herein.
  
  Children's T.V. is rife with alien hogwash yet very few actually ask why but more to the point even care. The list is long it's getting longer and it paints a disturbing picture we rarely stop to consider might be messages of what is to come and may already have. Some of us though are duly aware of a program in motion presently swinging to educate the children of a very different future for them and for us. The description little green men in the fifties and sixties later becoming the jolly green giant was not "simply silly" and but some of our ethereal entrepreneurs didn't mind at all because it was just that which conveniently continued to benefit the suppression of a reality. A faction of extra-terrestrials must be aware that our government/s farcical attempts to educate the public with comedy has done the opposite and the fruit of that legacy is so steeped into all strata of human consciousness, aided and embellished by the media circus that the whole plot is almost if not totally lost.
  
  Come now and remember the little scaly fish guy in the Thunderbirds series laughing at pop go the sixties and stating quite robustly that if we "carried on like that" they would have humanity conquered in no time. In the M.I.B. movie Tommy Lee Jones boldly stating that aliens (Reticulans) had made contact with the government in the 1950's is again masked by the facade of bouncy humour. The fun, the games and the truth are inadvertently mixed with much untruth and it is a task to sift through the entangled wreckage strewn about its sand-less shores. And of course Hollywood has abundantly exploited the alien as a viable means for financial profit.
  
  The greatest story of an alien agenda ever told has to be Michael Ende's Momo. A subtle and brilliant insight spearheaded by a frail Christ-like Afro-Caribbean girl with glittering watery eyes, a broad smile and perfect teeth who proceeds to thwart the insidious, invisible grey gentlemen seeking world domination by stealing the time from people's lives and rolling the fruit "hour flowers" for their (community consuming) cigars.
  
  I will be bold then and clarify that the actual colour of the Zeta Reticulan is grey (my view is that its collective spelling is Gray) and it is so far thought to come from the Rigelian star system at the edge of Orion's belt. The government promoted close encounters to try to get us used to the idea that the Gray was very real, much in the same way that we are. But these beings were not born from the media circus, the circus was born from them and thought of as a joke, but now the time has come to say that it has been one joke too many, one joke too far, thus I shall have a little joke of my own.
  
  There are non-planetary bodies out there five times the size of earth and just hovering in space around the Riviera of the Sun. Recently they have made a star studded appearance on Utube. They aren't fixed in space like planets are and they seem to be mobile. I think that deserves a full on… expletive deleted… wow!! Don't you?!!
  
  To add a tad fuel to the fire, remember the scientists saying speeds faster than thirty mph would likely result in death due to suffocation? Well now they're delving into sub-atomic particles and still conjecturing the same sort of…expletive deleted!! How on earth do they manage it and keep it all from us until they think we're ready?! Look, if it makes them or anyone feel better; I know nothing really, but I will volunteer to sit in one of these flying containers if it'll go faster than the speed of light, just don't push me, alright and I promise you I'll stay still, honest.
  
  So from personal witness, research and of course subsequently though tentatively scouring the vast database of the internet, viewing video evidential material of those massive earth sized objects hovering around the sun even finding UFOs at Bonnybridge and Gorebridge intercepting aircraft I am compelled to conclude that Utube may be to some extent part fulfillment of scripture stating "all eyes will see." But so too the scores of deaths in the UFO community to name a few, pertinently reek of foul play; UFological lecturer Dean Warwick who died on stage at the Blackpool UFO conference in mysterious circumstances, on the same day it was claimed that he said "I feel my time is up." Mr. Forrestal mentioned in the Dulce conspiracy, Dr. Karla Turner, Ph.D. Author of "Masquerade of Angels" spokeswoman for the alien abduction agenda not to mention the scores of UFO investigator suicides and cancer related deaths, Phil Schneider, Ron Rummel, who was "...touching on sensitive issues such as the predator/prey aspects of the alien/human relationship and the use of humans as recyclable body parts." Ron Johnson, Anne Livingston, Danny Casolaro, Mae Bussell a gutsy no-holds barred investigative radio host who died of a fast acting cancer and like Livingston and Turner was acutely interested in UFology, Derek Slayton .the astronaut ready to talk about his UFO experiences when cancer also intervened, Brian Lynch, Capt. Don Elkin who committed suicide in the ‘80s he had been investigating the UFO cover up for more than 10 years and, at the time, was deep into the study of Ra material with ‘aria Rucker. The names of those scientists associated with the SDI (Star Wars) research at Marconi Ltd. in England between 1985 and 1988 are too numerous to mention here. What is notable is that the two main causes of death of those named investigators involved in such matters were cancer and apparent suicide.
  
  According to the Dulce conspiracy, the plan to release the truth of the Gray alien to the public (and of their stepping stone moon-bases) was put on hold after the discovery of the grand deception. The Dulce author claims that in 1954 the U.S. government was collaborating with the Grays and had concluded a treaty with them (this mutual pact is called the Grenada Treaty) but when it was discovered that the Grays were attempting to extract the human soul matrix and that thousands more were being abducted than was on an apparent "OFFICIAL ABDUCTIONS LIST" the government sent in their troops to the secret base and sixty-six people and aliens were killed.
  
  And while all that was going on, UFO groups were deliberately retaining significant (public) photographic material and censoring its significant data and the truth of misunderstood phenomena until whoever decided that it was fit for public consumption saw fit. Some of these bureaus have obviously been set up to inhibit, suppress, possibly even exploit information given by the frightened, bewildered, curious and yes gullible public, for why else would the government go to the trouble of spending time, effort and money if this situation was of no defence significance?
  
  A televised bombardment of furry and frightening alien entertainment as a means to prepare the public for what might happen cannot be ignored. How can one explain the anomalous spider in this book and not think of the T.V. series primeval? What of the reptilian-like footprints in the Cardrona forest and at the time of writing a mass showing of Predator, the grotesque face image in the Ephah (Hebrew word meaning unit or measure said to be of Egyptian origin) and the ‘Ori' ship Stargate SG1, not forgetting Martha the drone in a town called Eureka and the Vimana (Ephah black horse companion) I have seen and photographed over Lee Pen?
  
  The X files motto "The truth is out there" is not methinks a mere motto but rather it is a statement of fact though it really should have been "The truth is right here." Star Trek, the next generation has been telling us about space and time distortion, rifts in time and space, portals through which aliens transport and abduct humans. When the Enterprise is trapped within a massive chunk of rock, we are also told of a technology that serves both as an invisible shield or cloak and a means by which to travel through matter. Something doesn't add up here, is that fictional technology really just coincidence or based on what we already have, already know? Might this explain why some people have reported UFOs coming and going straight in and out of the very earth? But I am wondering why if such technology exists, it's not used to just walk through bedroom doors rather than going to the trouble of having to open them. Maybe it is.
  
  But if I was to say that the endearingly phantasmagorical and groovy movie Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory was anything more than a children's show I would be as nuts as Wonka himself. On the other hand what is fantastic and may be even more mad than phantasmagorical dwarves running a candy coated mixing works is the somehow hard to swallow notion of a UFO building Reptilian/Saurian contingent also able to manipulate human form with technology that is capable of holography (also a Star Trek feature though possibly overcooked) present here on earth and yes under it.
  
  Apart from and not forgetting Ewan Macgregor's stark and shocking statement in Star Wars that Darth Vader was "liquidating the younglings" it is also crystal clear that Robert Carlyle is the new Scot on the Stargate block not only because his predecessor breached the sell by date but because it was not anyone's hero anymore, there too was the small point of he didn't stop getting on everyone's nerves. And as Mr. Carlyle was belligerently booming about like a star in the sky and Big Steve (character in book) with the kind of proactive look that would nullify your senses out of pure fear to stop and say, here's a quid kind sir, please don't beat me up, others were rushing by and getting well out of the way before they too became the victims of a staring. Of course Carlyle could instead have got a part in the new Scooby-Doo motion movie even if he mightn't admit to having one (a clue as to what is going on that is) nor that he was now the government's servant, savior and social serial star, bashing home the big issue and a knackered message to the fitba' crazy Scot's.
  
  So I say that our train-spotter pirate turned stargazer Mr. Carlyle has stepped aboard the Stargate Universe to bring the message to the Scots. He himself may not be aware of any government program to enlighten the public with these continuing and rapidly evolving efforts to get the message across. But if such a heavens gate was real, its origin would likely not have been earth. Much of the strange technology and UFOs people are reporting may even have accessed this world via such gates.
  
  Those of us who remember The Twilight Zone will thrill at the hitchhiker who was really a fully fledged shifty reptilian imposing a pre-tribulation preview of what it might be like, on an unsuspecting member of the human race.
  
  "Would you like to see something really scary?" It asked.
  
  Without even waiting for an answer the devilish Diablo dons a cape and scares the living… expletive deleted… out of the poor passenger by shape-shifting into a Reptilian fiend. If I might add, it was so convincing that it scared the dead pansies out of even me.
  
  But maybe even more frightening than Big Steve, belligerent Bob and the Reptilian rogue, is the image in this book of Gustav's Reticulan craft, typically similar to the one in the Hollywood version of H.G. Wells War of the Worlds starring Tom Cruise.
  
  If any of this is true as not all of it can be a lie then we really have been duped and it really has been the best kept secret in the history of human-kind. It seems then that there is a means for the public to know of an impending situation having grave consequences for quite possibly this present generation if it does not wake up. That awakening may be an imperative, for the stasis of ignorance might very well be the cause of an undoing. So then is someone trying to tell us of E.T. in this way because they know the mistake they made bargaining humanity away and is this someone aware that one day we will be sorry too if we don't start reading for real, not the symbols but the blatant and obvious signs?
  
  At this point I will quote Dr. Karla Turner the warrior spokesperson who openly and bravely addressed the alien abduction agenda "There is some benefit in knowledge." I hasten to embellish; that gives us the power to say no.
  
  The key word here is "no" which suggests that the alien intrusion has limited power in the face of such a request and is unable to continue without the consent of the abductee. What more might this tell us? It tells us that we are benefactors of choice and that choice is a powerful tool in the war against this invisible infringement. Another disturbing aspect of this and again the key word is "limited." There is ample evidence that the Reptilian entity has threatened non-compliant abductees in the recent past with their inhumane and obviously barbaric demands. An example of this was the case of an abductee who was told that she would be dead within two days if she didn't comply and of course true to the threat she was, of a massive heart attack exactly two days later. The words "some power" in Karla's statement remove any contradiction. Dr Turner was a truly concerned person and I believe it was because of her credentials coupled with a deep and direct interest in the alien agenda that she was targeted for termination. The invisible army is imposing with such efficiency the interlopers must be pretty pleased with the virtually uninterrupted progress they are making to replace the human race.
  
  From a Christian perspective, the strange goings on in these tumultuous times may be the alarm bells ringing and true to biblical prophecy a time like no other in the history of our world. Of course people have a right to choose what to believe and there are those who are not going to want to believe this, they cannot be expected to, but to remain silent in the face of such a hellish prospect is wrong. It is our choice, our rebuttals that mark us for what we are and what only we can be; human and warriors, of love. It is with this in mind I say (the personal opinion of the author, call it a faith thing befriending a hunch) that even the Reptilian race is subject to a higher power.
  
  Again I agree with Dr. Turner that there is some benefit in knowledge. We can refute the snake as Jesus did in the wilderness in spite of the threats it and its cohorts make and have made to us. It may be that much of this is wishful thinking I would like to think so, after all "unwillingness to believe in impending danger is a human quality."
  
  The accounts of a great deal of weirdness in the world from the Bermuda Triangle to Dechmont Law even to the humble but very dangerous Leadburn Junction near Penicuik and now in a familiar neck of the woods leave me with no room for skepticism. But if say just for the record, three hundred people died at such a junction, would there not be some evidence and at least a couple of bodies? Not a single body of the hundreds disappeared and still missing in the Bermuda and Devil's triangle was ever recovered. Something really bad was happening, but someone wasn't telling us what. Someone didn't want us to know, not yet anyway.
  
  But what of reality is that in truth merely a perspective, a grainy ingrained way of looking at a thing like a car going up a street or someone stepping off a bus we commonly recognize and to which we are accustomed? The reality of this whole account was an imperative aspect of its dynamic and as it was a two way road I felt that it really didn't matter which way we came along it as the traffic was all heading in the same direction. As a straight line might conceivably eventually go full circle, that stream of light was possibly always going to end up right back at the same place. Thus we might find as we step through this portal that the price of coal is just as important as say a captured Pleiades pirate ship running out of fuel over the Royal Edinburgh Hospital or its sister ship the Observatory.
  
  This story　offers a place for those able and unable to undress their doubt to come and sit by the seat of its faith along its way. Just like the traveling souls who sought sanctuary on this trip, helped to draw reality from unreality, shattered the chrysalis of doubt and birthed the impossible. That birthing was an imperative aspect of this work and as such it is why I have placed several photos, one or two essay-like paragraphs and a portrait of the pixie Ormeddmhron mothering the child within its sleeves.
  
  So I remind that the images are an offering for those of us willing to come along on the journey to a secret garden where I have immersed myself in an almost but not quite invisible world where abide strange creatures clearly different from us. The apparent coincidences on the other hand were not coincidences, e.g., in Chapter 15 Andrew Hennessy's remarks indicate clear parallels with much of my own experience. From my knowledge he is absolutely right about the Para-gliders and if that be the case then how much more must he be right about? When I photographed the Para-gliders they were indeed surrounded by several objects, some as long as a platform while others of various shapes and size buzzed about them. I wondered how they had managed to get that high and had thought they may have jumped from an airplane. I also had no prior knowledge of Andrew's jocular remarks about disco lighting and yet somehow my tongue in cheek remarks with regards to the same also transpired in chapter 15. Of course this may just be construed by some as bizarre coincidence and even madness but if so, then it is coincidental madness with obvious significance, a significance I believe at the very least should be taken seriously.
  
  When I stepped out to confer on my earthbound camaraderie what I found some of the truth to be, I knew that it would be a rollercoaster ride but I continued on because the prospect of a verbal teasing was of a lesser importance. Much of the groundwork then was worn close to home, as it didn't seem necessary to peregrinate further afoot than say Portobello beach nor Sandwood Bay when all was right here on Terra, not way beyond the Pleiades Rigelian star system in some hazy cosmic shadow institutionalized or otherwise.
  
  This journey has been about the trials and of course the tribulations of its star travelers peppered with I quote "one and one is two" very pertinent points and facts. To those who choose to tear the truth to shreds I say to them (whether they know or like it or not) that they too are shards of light in the diamond and it's dynamic. I urge those shards who read this book to shuffle the rags of their personal doubt and find for them-selves what the heart of the matter and that truth is.
  
  Those warriors of the truth mentioned herein are a rare breed and one bright day we might come to know this and them. Maybe then we will have a memorial to respect those who dared venture against the unseen enemy which was not primarily or mainly malevolent forces at work around us but possibly so too the ignorance of a people, our people on whom that malevolence depended.
  
  As it seems this garden is on the verge of a besieging by things the government is finally coming clean on and now say they don't deny, in stating my own aims I am not only absolving my own conscience but also saying that to neglect this situation is abject in error. The signs have been pointing to the shift all along and I do believe we should all make provision in the likely event of a collision.
  
  After the dust of dispute and disarray has settled I can never deny my unwavering conviction that a very spooky thing is happening not just here in the realms of the unreal but so too all around this beautiful baby emerald, our home for now but for how much longer?!
  
  My attempt to impart what is merely a scratch on the crystal of truth was the product of a moral obligation to the public. That obligation stood above the concerns of what others may think of the author. I have taken the opportunity however to hold nothing back on paper, all the senses are given a voice herein. Its burrow I hope will draw the seekers to non-illusory worlds and may also benefit those of us out there who actually care in one way or another on this curious baby emerald, floating silently in the shiny vinyl void.
  
  Should there be any real flaw it may be that this manuscript has been posted in haste. If its fruit has fallen a little before its time, it was with that lack of time in mind and in heart I chose to let it fall. If it be cynical in any way, it is cynicism sprung from the things its characters simply did not warm to and hopelessly failed to avoid. The misunderstandings Fred, Boris and Jack had with certain nasty ticks and the establishment seemed with hindsight inadvertent and possibly impossibly unavoidable though these differences of opinion were more than just mere splinters in the verbal woodwork, they were real non-cloned people who were potential friends had they not been so in opposition to the truth and because ours were hearts, hands and minds extended quite unconditionally.
  
  The oval object in image 1 is highlighted with a white line to clarify the original picture and seems to be trailing or projecting a beam on the forest at Lee Pen. This may have been responsible for what I saw there October 2006. Image 2 features one of several mauled sheep, in this instance less than 16 hrs dead and occurred over a two month period within a circumference mile of Lee Pen. The animal had certainly been savaged as half its skull was missing and typically as in cattle mutilations there was a total absence of blood around the carcass, not just that but the hide, gut and both eye sockets were missing. As the carcass was quite fresh it would be nigh on impossible for even a sheep to be so thoroughly dissected and mopped entirely of blood within hours, it is conceivable were it the Serengeti but this was a Peeblean field by a main traffic route. Had there been a number of crows in the area at the time there would have been evidence of such but not a single crow or black feather was upon the remains the morning after this happened. Taking into account the possibility of group dog attack it is the view of the author that something other than scavengers had had a go at this particular beast (which may be why no other animal went near) what that could have been is of course speculative.
  
  Image 3 is of a large unknown footprint not conforming to man or animal. The print lay on the last snows of late spring 2007 bearing the proximity of less than a half mile south of image 1 and 2. Of the many prints I have examined this print was one of the most unusual. (004jpg, 006jpg, 008jpg)
  
  
  
  The Lee Pen and Cardrona valley responsible for kindling my interests with the spectrum of the paranormal is home to a plethora of aerial and ground phenomena but what I found even stranger than the strangeness of the unreal realms themselves was the public's willingness to readily accept the kind of dross tabloids generate, diluting and mocking the truth, truth that can be found in books and not newspapers un-subject to the critical analysis science per-se demands.
  
  And lastly, this work was intended to be a no holds barred epic but there was contention and verbal dissect so shocking, little choice to edit sensitive aspects of the true content of for example Minister Mud's sermon, the actual words spoken to the lady on the post-bus and to the monk in the church was afforded because even in this intellectually liberated age some things are best left unspoken. However, the gardens within this world were traveled with good fortune where in one, not only did there develop an understanding of Gomb who was decay and whose sole purpose was to harvest souls away, but also a curious relationship with that little Pixie Ormeddmhron.
  
  In conclusion to this introduction, should there be those who take exception to any of the views herein, well there's absolutely nothing I can do but apologize for that and to those who are.
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• Jez Ippolito
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  Jun 15 10 13:32
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  These sections are edited versions of the above and the "About my book" sections of Realms of the unreal,due to be published next month by Authorhouse publishing.
  
  
  
  About the book.
  
  A near death experience, exceptional coincidences, a courtroom tat with a permanently inebriated judge and his judiciary, a minister, a monk and unbridled property developers serve to parallel this book’s REAL message, in that one was truly alien in a cold institutionalized sense, while the other sat on the sidelines laughing at the guidelines. That guideline herein is one of personal discovery, an awakening from the slumber of ignorance and youth to a wakened world where the gold of soul is what it is, an exploration of possibility, the seemingly impossible and a few good photos thrown in for good measure. The primary message however, is a retort at the states retention of our body parts (DNA) and of its reluctance to impart the imperative truth of E.T. to the flowers. As almost one million children go missing in the U.S.A. each year yet few ask where they have gone, the contention within, is an arrow aimed at our stolid indifference, yet while we're dozing the Salva and Gomb are grim reaping at the end of this world's present epic. This work, embraces an ushering out of the old and a dawning of the new, of the earth bringing forth a child, again almost upon us, its birth (non-maternal) heralding the dawn of a new age. For those who have been victims of the alien abduction agenda and mentally and emotionally scarred from years of abuse at the cold mercy of the alien state, this book seeks to offer solace in the fact that there is something which can be done about the intrusion of humanity by those sinister invisible men who of this world and not, have collaborated together in attempting to subdue the day of the light of the soul, and may still be doing so even now.
  
  
  
  About the Author.
  
  The author was born in Edinburgh in 1963. He was educated at St Thomas Aquinas school. He originally created Realms of the unreal as a means to file a report and did not intend on it becoming the book it has become. He travelled to France, Italy and Japan and in 1983 it was at Taize (a community of multi-denominational faiths based in France) where he nurtured an interest in Christianity, but more importantly spirituality. Taize was a literal (spirit led) right turn and a catalyst for the author to veer from the carefree years of his youth to the cooler waters where he openly embraced the quest for truth. Music captivated the author and though his first instrument was the guitar, he regretted not having had a piano in his home and only started to play when he was seventeen years old. He had several jobs, serving an apprenticeship in leatherwork. On being influenced by Art Tatum, Errol Garner, Bud Powell and Albert Ammons he soon acquired a piano and shortly thereafter took to playing nightclubs, restaurants and hotels around the Italian City of Milan and the Tokyo Yokohama prefectures of Japan. He presently lives in Scotland with his Japanese wife and child.
  
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  Suddenly the car jacked in and while Jack and Dave were hemmed by the kerb of a road so perfectly horizontal for miles, one could conceivably be fooled into believing it headed straight for Area 51, a dark garbed gentleman pulled up nice and tight in what to most would be commonly known as a meat wagon, proceeded with the traditional windy hello, hello, hello what’s going on here then, then immediately handed Jack a see through satchel with a pipe sticking out of one end and prompted that he puff into it. With one way in and no way out Dave imagined what Jack might be thinking. “Here I believe are a couple of terrestrial tricks in the intellectual and amiable art of Alienido (a kind of verbal Aikido) in the event of an accosting by the human impostor. Firstly, always carry a digital camera, the Gray is photosensitive and doesn’t like flashing lights. If you suddenly find your motor neurons are totally not responding and sense your body being ushered involuntarily to a vehicle with Black Mariah and throbbing coloured disco techno plastered all over it, try not to clammer for your camera, stay calm, click and pray your batteries haven’t gone on holiday. Don’t believe ANY guff the swine might telepathically suggest about how there’s Turkish delights stuffed in its saucers waiting to be dished to the first gullible cretin taken in by the dubious offer of a freebie, if you don’t want to end up as condensed milk, liquid protein, and or eaten that is. You should also refrain from the temptation of saying, well chops to that old chap but I’d really rather pop ‘round to the 4 O Clock chippy for a donor kebab now if you don’t mind, should you not require an alarmingly sudden, “Right, that’s it pal, yir’ coming wi’ us” reply. If on the other hand the clanger cross Klingon starts zapping you with evil mind ray semantics and tells you it’s not really dressed up, that you’re mistaken, moreover if you don’t comply with its perspective, and or fail to recognise a criminal offence when you’ve being accused of one, there will be big trouble, especially if a jury is ill afforded the hypocritical indiscretion of deciding who’s right and who’s wrong, and that you might either go straight to the cells or Down Under in the Bonnie ship the diamond (not to be confused with the Bonnybridge Pie-man, basically translated; The Falkirk Triangle). Do not be coerced by this legal but simple sum of absolute ****, immediately explain you majored in philology, and any fool can see that the sun falling beyond the horizon, the fact you are not a beautiful girl (for if you were drop dead gorgeous and the Klingon lookalike - Richard D. Hall’s version of Star-Trek’s Wharf - wasn’t actually an Annunakai, Reptilian Gray, or Gremlin after all, you would immediately be released right there on the spot) and apples falling from trees does not take any effort whatsoever to comprehend, especially these days, even for non-Newtonians. Respectfully add that the misuse of the word ‘perspective’ in this context is poop, for if you do not attempt to blind the bobby with hazology (terribly complicated ways of saying immensely simple things) and hesitate even for a moment, he will do absolutely all in his subliminal power to subdue your critical will, shackle and cart you to the rear of one of a multitude of chambered caverns, and we all know Lucifer loves nothing more than when he’s hammering the nails on the old rugged - possibly drugged - cross and giving us the blame there, don’t we? If we didn’t know, we do now. And again, if none of the aforementioned has any effect, before the prowling and carnivorous erky eared perky is given the chance to squeeze your rotators with its thumb and forefinger, dispatch the fiend with a swift uppercut that will temporarily render it prostrate, don’t wait for its revival to explain that the definition of prostrate is to reduce one to extreme physical weakness, but immediately make your getaway. If it does turn out you are mistaken, the worst scenario is imprisonment and you should be out within one to two weeks, rest assured, this is preferable to being wrangled through a soup making soul matrix machine if you’re right. This advice might even be a mitigating circumstance if the judge happens to be a fellow prisoner (refer to neologisms in index) and is the only person who knows what the hell you have been through, and are talking about. In addition to the above, don’t take shortcuts home along secluded woodland paths in the middle of the night, but if you do happen to be out and about in the wee small and unearthly hours, stay right where there is ample street light, you’ll be quite safe unless of course there are a couple of mischievous revellers staggering helplessly towards you and looking like they’re about to ask you back to their pad. If you get the odd and uneasy feeling that you are being watched, it’s because you probably are, by a Mr.Gray exploring the psychological anomaly of spying, even possible thuggery, but with the sole intention of slurping your red stuff dry, some of which might get retained in glass jars for the abominable Dows future consumption. If you happen to be close to home, run to it as fast as your jellied legs will allow and phone Tom Cruise right away to come and help you sort the problem. If none of this works and if you still abhor the idea of having your gears cored out to the colon with no vascular collapse and in an undignified field, then ask alien Al politely if it would like a race to the end of the street,if baldox is up for exploring the psychological anomaly of ego,when it sprints off like an absolute …expletive deleted…, run like the clappers in the other direction, or alternatively and if you’re voice-box hasn’t gone AWOL, then ask the Zeta Reticulan if it has ever enjoyed a good kick in the toolbox, it pre–abduction phenomena (remember to say phenomena and not agenda, for if you do not, Mr. Gray might take exception to your profound knowledge and terminate you right there on the spot) didn’t have, and sometimes dissects from cattle, and sadly, the occasional human.
  
  Neology is the preferred language of the alien Gray, so lastly, if chrome dome tells you it's a womb dater, a letter writing wish dosher, or just some laxi cabriant dressed in its Jade white Sunday best out driving a caxi tab near the supermarket at Straiton, you’ve just met Spock. Ask him if he knows your mate Johnny Jay, say that you’re only meaning to get home to the wife, and that you were only there to try out what used to be the Victoria and Albert’s white piano. It might also help if you tell your potential platinum pal that you do NOT want to be given a birth nor a brain implant, and you certainly do NOT want to be taught how to weld balls near castles or waterfalls. When and where there are two or more aliens, only prayers rarely answered can help you there.
  
  
  
  
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  Ridicule and Ignorance are friends:
  
  Jez Ippolito's book is almost published.
  
  It is a novel and a personal experience with UFOs and the paranormal that began after I moved to the Cardrona area of the borders. I claim to have incontrovertible evidence of what a certain (paranormal?) face extracted from an object - strictly UFO - of two in the sky directly above my home is and what the two objects are. Also of a ground anomaly I have definitive corroboration of its nature. I am now no stranger to the paranormal and my book is called Realms of the unreal with several compelling images of UFO in daylight, it is due to be published soon, as it is now complete. Also I have definitive biblical corroboration to back up my analysis of e.g, a UFO which I have Identified as genuinely anomalous and very clear (not sure if it is a ghost though) face on a clear day. I retain all of the original photographs taken by me to show if need be to the sceptical element of mainstream science and debunkers alike that my findings are neither false, hoaxed or mistaken and that the technique I have used can be demonstrated repetitively to show that the result is always the same.
  
  I have been told that a photo is never enough for "mainstream science" but when a photo is all there is to go on it cannot be ignored. I do not believe that many of (not all) these so called experts are equipped mentally or spiritually to deal with nor understand the nature of this frighteningly real phenomena and research.
  
  Thus I found with merely and so called 'amateur application' of my own that the face (and I categorically state what it is in my book) is indeed NOT pixilation (totally ruled out) and neither is it JPEG compression for obvious reasons. All my personal photos are in the back of my book in the section "Views of Extraterrestrial Earth." including the zoom of that which I believe to be the culprit in Joyce Byers account of UFOs near Moffat. However I am convinced that those who ridiculed Joyce (now deceased) causing her to destroy what could have been vital evidence should try to find it somewhere to apologize for their contempt of the truth she discovered right on the doorstep of Britain's answer to area 51 - the Moffat hills. And I say as one, the truth is that we are not alone in the universe or more importantly, on this earth. Furthermore if I may add, what may be "way out there" should be recoined "way right here, (and in the Moffat hills) and always has been."
  
  
  
  Here is the "About the book" section. With hindsight,I would have approcahed this project differently. As it is now complete, it would be almost impossible to unthread it, so as I have decided to let it go as 'a first book' with the hope that the learning curve it has conferred will be beneficial for any future attempts I may undertake of the same. I do hope that something serious can be taken from this effort I have made to impart a very difficult subject for obvious reasons but so too sinister rendevous with the Realms of the unreal and possibly the damned.
  
  
  
  A near death experience, exceptional coincidences, a courtroom tat with a permanently inebriated judge and his judiciary, a minister, a monk and unbridled property developers serve to parallel this book’s REAL message, in that one was truly alien in a cold institutionalized sense, while the other sat on the sidelines laughing at the guidelines. That guideline herein is one of personal discovery, an awakening from the slumber of ignorance and youth to a wakened world where the gold of soul is what it is, an exploration of possibility, the seemingly impossible and a few good photos thrown in for good measure. The primary message however, is a retort at the states retention of our body parts (DNA) and of its reluctance to impart the imperative truth of E.T. to the flowers. As almost one million children go missing in the U.S.A. each year yet few ask where they have gone, the contention within, is an arrow aimed at our stolid indifference, yet while we're dozing the Salva and Gomb are grim reaping at the end of this world's present epic. This work, embraces an ushering out of the old and a dawning of the new, of the earth bringing forth a child, again almost upon us, its birth (non-maternal) heralding the dawn of a new age. For those who have been victims of the alien abduction agenda and mentally and emotionally scarred from years of abuse at the cold mercy of the alien state, this book seeks to offer solace in the fact that there is something which can be done about the intrusion of humanity by those sinister invisible men who of this world and not, have collaborated together in attempting to subdue the day of the light of the soul, and may still be doing so even now.
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