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ROSWELL*I-BEAM*HIEROGLYPHS

 

UFO ALIEN HIEROGLYPHIC WRITING?

 

 

the Wanderling

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“When I was around ten years old, my Uncle, after a quick heads up from his friend the famed meteorite hunter Dr. Lincoln La Paz, took me with him to the suspected crash site at Roswell, walking much of the then nearly fresh debris field, my uncle wanting to see if there was any truth behind the so called Hieroglyphic Writing reported on some of the metal scraps.” (source)

 

 

 

 

 

In the book The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav provides the reader an introduction to quantum theory. He includes a series illustrations from a classic textbook on quantum physics titled Modern College Physics by Dr. Harvey White. The diagrams represent various forms taken on by electron clouds in hydrogen atoms. Similar diagrams show up elsewhere as well, as for example the ones directly below by Milo Wolff. The designs are extremely similar, and in two cases identical, to the drawings on the Roswell UFO anomalous beams. The above drawing, made in 1989, is a rendition of the original drawings Jesse Marcel first made Sunday, July 6, 1947, as is the one below, of the symbols he reportedly saw on the I-beams.

 

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LEFT: Electron clouds top view-polar; RIGHT: Side view-equatorial
[Courtesy Milo Wolff, 1990]
 

 

 

 


1*****2***** 3**** 4**** 5**** 6**** 7**** 8**** 9**** 10****
 

 

If you take the ten figures drawn by Marcel above and number them 1-10 left to right you will notice #1,4, and 5 are like the Electron Cloud diagrams L-1 and possibly M-1. Similarly, #8 is exactly like L-2. Although not totally identical, but possibly grasped in a transitional stage, #3 and 6 are similar to L-3.

Interestingly enough, in 1947, at the time of Marcel’s original drawings, although Erwin Schrodinger, who was awarded the Nobel prize for his work with quantum and wave mechanics, had proposed that electrons are found in atomic orbitals (electron clouds of different shapes) their appearance, if any, although postulated, was not generally known. Please note as well in the grouping below, which approximate more closely what electron clouds are suspected to “look like,” that they are actually more “cloud-like” in that they are fuzzy in appearance without clear delineated edges as Wolff’s diagrams might suggest.

 

 

ELECTRON CLOUDS
Probability density distributions of different
electron states in the hydrogen atom.

 


HOW EARTH DOES IT. PLEASE NOTE THE WORDS
IN THE WHITE BORDER ARE FOR OUR PURPOSES
HERE AND NOT INCLUDED ON THE REAL PLATE.
 

 

 

Pioneer 10 was launched on March 2, 1972 from Cape Kennedy aboard an Atlas Centaur rocket for a two-year mission to Jupiter. Now, forty years later, the probe is over twice as far from the Sun as Pluto. It’s bound for interstellar space at well over 28,000 miles per hour heading in the general direction of the first magnitude star Aldebaran. On board is a gold plated aluminum plaque of which the above is a facsimile. Even though we may recognize the markings and know what they represent, especially with the written explanations provided, please notice how easy it might be for a distant space civilization to interpret the inscriptions as alien symbols or writing. Critics contend the message on the plaque is way too difficult to understand. Almost none of the human scientists that were shown the message were able to decipher it, at least quickly or in its totality. It can be assumed that it will be even more difficult for extraterrestrial intelligences that do not share our common knowledge. It is expected that finders of the plaque will spend generations trying to decipher it, much like deciphering the Egyptian hieroglyphs took centuries — so it is of little wonder that the Roswell hieroglyphs would meet the same fate here on Earth.

 


PIONEER 10

 

Taking a hint from the possibility of so-called Bracewell Probes — theorized to be automated space probes from advanced civilizations beyond the Solar System — but, using Pioneer 10, a spacecraft made here on Earth (as it becomes a somewhat unsophisticated version of a Bracewell Probe) — notice what appears to be an almost filigree’ appearance and lightweight construction of the craft, built with very small nearly I-beam like extensions as it heads toward its millennia-long rendezvous to another star system. So said, there is a good chance an object of similar or like-use expectations would possibly be replicated in a “form follows function” fashion, even IF from another system. As well, in that Bracewell Probes are predicted to be programmed to operate within a star system’s habitable zone, it could be in a fly-by that the primary craft would instead, deploy a solar sail type object to find it’s own near Earth-type orbit — a spacecraft that, unless self propelled say with ion beams or similar motive device, could be no farther from the Sun than the orbit of Mars to remain effective. If you have seen any of the pictures of the so-called Roswell debris as in the graphics below, it takes on a similar fragile appearance to both the Pioneer 10 I-beam or truss-like extensions as well of that of a solar sail device.

It is not known if there are any markings or script on the I-beam like struts for manufacturing purposes or otherwise on Pioneer 10. However, the makers did attach the plaque to the antenna support struts in such a position where it would be shielded from erosion by interstellar dust. From that position the plate should most probably survive in a readable state until 100 parsecs from the sun. Scientist feel the etched metal message is likely to survive for a much longer period than any of the works of Man on Earth. The makers of the I-beams found in Roswell may have well considered the same thing.

If the Earth-based Pioneer 10 or like object were to crash land on another planet in some other system with less gravity than ours, say a Mars size planet or smaller for example, parts or debris would be lightweight (as compared to being on Earth) yet still retain it’s same strength, hence being seen as “lightweight yet strong” as the Roswell I-beams were perceived to be.

Thus said, the opposite would also be true. That is to say, if the originating source of the debris was a super-heavy planet as compared to Earth, similar to, FOR EXAMPLE, the extra-solar rocky planet known to be orbiting the yellow-orange star mu Arae. The planet, located in the southern constellation of the Altar, is the second discovered in a possible three or four planet system. It is thought to have a mass 14 times that of Earth, lying at the threshold of the largest considered possible for a rocky planet, making it a super Earth-like object. Just like something made on Earth is lightweight on the moon, yet still retains it’s same strength, hypothetically something designed to be functional in a 14 times Earth mass environment such as the planet orbiting mu Arae would end up being lightweight here and no doubt, super strong as well.

It should be noted, according to ROSWELL INCIDENT: UPDATED as well as other sources, that on Saturday, July 5, 1947, the day before Marcel made his drawings, an archaeologist, William Curry Holden of Texas Tech, along with some students were particpating in an archaeological dig some distance northwest of Roswell and stumbled across a second impact site where an object had crashed — an object that was not fragile at all, but was instead, so big they thought it was the remains of a wrecked aircraft of some sort. What happened to that “wrecked aircraft” is not known. Military personnel reportedly arrived soon afterward, cordoned off access to the site and escorted Holden and his students out of the area.

What has somehow become known as the primary, or at least the most publicized site, the debris field, located some distance northwest of the above mentioned site, AND the same place the hieroglyph inscribed I-beams were found, was reported to have debris spread over an area three-quarters of a mile long and two to three hundred feet wide. According to the lease holder of the Foster Ranch where the debris field was located as well as a ranch hand named Tommy Tyree that worked for him, and confirmed by others as well, a gouge starting at the northern end of the field extended four or five hundred feet toward the other end. It appeared as though something touched down and skipped along. The largest KNOWN piece of debris recovered at the site was at the far southern end of the gouge. Even though the furrow was fairly long and wide with some depth, it was not clear what had done the damage as the piece recovered, alledged to have been 4 feet long by 3 feet wide by 1 foot thick, was “as light as a feather.” What was thought to be the main body, the wreckage stumbled on by Holden and his students, was miles away. It has been reported by people on the scene of the ROSWELL CRASH: UFO Down that the craft presented no visible sign of a power source, as though the power source and the main body had become forcibly separated somehow OR purposely ejected. The materials found at the so-called primary site were extraordinarily light, but the furrow must have been made by a very heavy component, thought possibly to be the main body of the craft in a heavy touchdown, losing parts as it did — or possibly the power source before it exploded, spreading parts and debris all over the field — although it must be said, none of the debris reported resembled parts of any sort of a recognizable power source. Of course the craft’s propulsion system could have been found whole and in one piece and appropriated early on in some fashion by authorities before anybody got a chance to see or photograph it; or it could have even been found at another site and kept secret; OR maybe not found at all and still laying around on the desert floor among the jackrabbits and horn toads.(see)

Although it is explained much more thoroughly in Frank Edwards and most especially so in the Tommy Tyree site linked above, how I was able to do so, briefly, I, as a ten year boy or so, went into the area within days of the July 1947 incident with my uncle because he was interested in looking into what he heard were hieroglyphs on some pieces of the debris. It was at least two months AFTER the object was said to have crashed that he was officially called back by La Paz, me Meeting Dr.La Paz a second time. During the first visit, even though I was around, sat in on, or overhead many interviews between my uncle and various people, I never took any notes or retained anything specifically for posterity. At the time I just didn’t know any of it would ever mean anything. I was raised on Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers and experienced the giant UFO Over Los Angeles, so rocketships or objects from outer space or other planets just didn’t seem all that unusual to me. I spent a good part of my time out in the cab of the truck reading comic books, sitting around in waiting rooms or narrow halls of places that looked like doctors offices or hospitals. Even more time was spent hanging out in dirty little rooms stuck back in the corners of hot, dusty hanger type buildings stacked to the ceiling with falling over old newspapers, out of date World War II Mil-Spec operator handbooks and training manuals, as well as grungy old coffee cups all over the place with spoons and dead bugs stuck in the bottom of thin layer of some sort of a dried-up brown, tar-like residue — presumably it is guessed, being at onetime, coffee. It was only during that SECOND visit that I joined my uncle along with Dr. La Paz and another archaeologist named — I’ve been told — William Lawrence Campbell, and actually went to EVERY ONE of the then known or newly discovered debris fields together. Campbell, by the way, known to many in the desert southwest as Cactus Jack, had a somewhat unsavory reputation as not being much more than a rockhound and Pothunter in in those days, a reputation he was eventually able to grow out of, becoming an amatuer archaeologist of some renown. It has been said that it was he that, at the end of an archaeology based Field Trip, introduced Carlos Castaneda to the shaman-sorcerer that Castaneda eventually apprenticed under named Don Juan Matus.

 

Since the time of my first and second visit it has been brought to my attention over and over that a lot of changes occurred in and around the various sites during that two month period. Changes it is said that included restructuring and transformation of the landscape, removal and replacement of plants and foliage, and possibly even the intimidation of potential eyewitnesses. Now, while it is true that as a post-event witness on the first visit with my uncle within days of the impact, like I say above, I did not join him in going to EVERY site. On my SECOND visit, in relation to the suspected crash, other than some broken tree limbs and a few scorched plants here and there pointed out by my uncle as well as being shown some glass-like fused sand that could have been anything — but that somehow bore some significance with various members of the party I was with — as much as I wish I could say that I did, I personally never saw anything that looked like gouged out earth, crash skid marks, or LARGE pieces of debris that could have come from or caused by a downed craft, Earth-based or otherwise. The point should be made though, as a ten year old boy, I don’t think my cognizant ability or magnitude of experience was such that I would know or could substantiate any given level of landscape transformation or modification even if I saw it. Nor did I ever get to see anything that resembled hieroglyphics on I-beams. If my uncle did, he never said.

As an extra added insight, whether you are a skeptic or a believer of the events surrounding the ROSWELL UFO, it just so happens that on the weekend of the incident and unrelated to anything that transpired there, I had gone with my uncle to learn first hand about The Long Walk endured by the Navajos as well as visit the gravesite of Billy the Kid at Fort Sumner, New Mexico. We had left the Arizona Strip where we had been searching for fossils related to the Teratorn, a giant bird with over a twenty-foot wingspan thought to be the inspiration of Native American Thunderbird legends. We stopped overnight for some exploration at the Elden Pueblo where prehistoric Native Americans had buried an extremely rare type meteorite in a ritual fashion as well as on to the Meteor Crater. Then, after a stop to repair a broken truck in Corona, on to Fort Sumner. On one of the days of THAT three-day Fourth of July weekend, and I don’t remember which day, without any knowledge of the events unfolding at Roswell at the time, we were turning left onto a main highway from a side road near Fort Sumner when a military convoy of several flatbed army trucks carrying large crates, some covered with tarps some not, and escorted by jeeps and followed in the rear by a huge tow truck went by headed toward the east or northeast at a high rate of speed.

Lt. Col. Philip J. Corso was stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas in the summer of 1947. In 1997 he wrote a book titled The Day After Roswell. Corso states in his book that on July 6th, two days after the purported crash of the mysterious craft outside Roswell, he became aware that five two and a half ton trucks and side-by-side low-boy trailers pulled into the base, apparently the day before, loaded with huge wooden crates . Corso goes on to say that same evening a sentry told him the crews of the deuce-and-a-halfs said “they brought these boxes up from Fort Bliss from some accident out in New Mexico…” Corso also writes he located a routing slip related to at least one of the crates which indicated it was from a craft that had crash-landed near Roswell earlier that week.(source)


As an adult looking back, for me two things stand out more than anything else regarding the Roswell Incident. The first is, a man gave me my very own brand new prospector’s pick which I used to break up rocks around the fused-glass site just for the heck of it. Secondly, again at the fused-glass site, how strange it was to look lengthwise along the what now appeared to be a natural, clear wide swath between the scrub brush. Standing in the middle of the gravel soil and peering down at the ground OR from the north end of the swath looking to the south, you could just barely discern a slight blue hue similar to a swimming pool blue running the full length of the foilage-free strip. If you went to the other end, the south end, and looked back you couldn’t see it. If you ran your foot ever so slightly over the ground in an arc or line breaking the topsoil the color would disappear leaving only the regular color of the dirt showing. It was as though an ultra thin turquoise blue patina had been sprayed on all along the rocks and gravel on the north side and the top of their surface, but none of the color had reached the backsides of their surface facing south.

Interesting as well, Dr. Lincoln La Paz, who had given my uncle the heads up regarding the hieroglyphic writing initially — and who had thousands and thousands of hours of scientific time observing celestial objects himself — reported on July 10th, 1947, six days after the Roswell crash, seeing a huge eliptical-shaped object flying in the sky near Fort Sumner, New Mexico, while driving by car with his wife and children. He saw a luminous unknown object sort of oscillating beneath the clouds. Its brightness was stronger than the planet Jupiter and its shape regular and elliptical. The nature of this object was unknown to the astronomer.

In a Life Magazine article dated April 7, 1952 (Incident 2, page 84) La Paz is quoted as saying the object “..exhibited a sort of wobbling motion” and then disappeared behind some clouds. It reappeared and “projected against the dark clouds gave the strongest impression of self-luminosity.” The object then moved slowly from south to north and two and a half minutes behind a cloudbank. According to La Paz’s calculations, confirmed by his wife, the object was huge, as large or larger than the infamous “Battle of Los Angeles” object as presented in UFO Over Los Angeles seen by thousands in February, 1942, being some 235 feet long and 100 feet thick. La Paz reported the horizontal speed of the object he observed ranged between 120 and 180 miles per hour and its vertical rise between 600 and 900 miles per hour. (NOTE: according to reports as cited in the above link, the Los Angeles UFO was, however, thought to be closer to the size of a Zeppelin at over 800 feet in length)

 

ROSWELL 1947 AND DR. LINCOLN LA PAZ: WAS HE THERE?


UFO OVER L.A.: THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES

 

WHAT CAUSED THE UFO CRASH?
THE GREAT 1947 SUNSPOT, ROSWELL AND CORONAL MASS EJECTIONS

THE ROSWELL RAY GUN


 


ROSWELL CRASH DEBRIS, 1947.


SOLAR SAIL: I-BEAM LIKE BRACING,
FOIL SAIL MATERIAL, CIRCA 2005, U.S.


 

ROSWELL I-BEAM HIEROGLYPHS: UFO Alien Hieroglyphic Writing?.

UFO detector

Frankly, I’ve never mentioned Bickel’s UFO detector on these pages because I thought this was one of those things best left unsaid. Living in the wilderness with all those cats caused many people to judge the old miner as a few gold flakes short of an ounce, and I didn’t want to add to that myth.Aslin, however, explained the UFO detector in serious detail, and even drew a schematic. He showed that a sowing needle suspended from thin copper wire would naturally orient itself to magnetic north. A buzzer connected to an open circuit and battery would sound if the needle moved off north, hit a nail and closed the circuit. The assumption was, I suppose, that UFOs or Aslin’s cosmic vibrations could move the needle.Aslin told of one night when he and John Bullock visited Bickel for a Yahtzee game. Mark would often set off the detector as a joke, so when the buzzer sounded everyone looked to him as the culprit. Across the room, Mark raised his hands in protest. The three men went outside and beheld an awesome sight. In the eastern sky hovering over the nearest hill was an enormous dark object.”It was shaped more or less like an inflated life raft,” Aslin recalled. “The sky was crystal clear and it was a brilliant, star-studded night.” Aslin pointed out that desert living had made them accustomed to ambient stillness, but the silence they encountered that night was like being deaf.”Then the shape moved over the cabin slowly,” he said. Everything became unearthly hushed. “You couldn’t hear animals, insects or even the wind. It became frighteningly quiet in a desert known for silence.” The object moved on slowly and disappeared in the west. The men went back inside to finish the Yahtzee game.

via Mojo Mark.

UFO OVER L.A.: THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES

 

UFO OVER L.A.: THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES

 

OR why no one is allowed on San Clemente Island!

 

IN THE 1942 BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES A GIANT AERIAL OBJECT OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN APPEARS IN THE NIGHT SKY

 

 

WHERE DID IT COME FROM?

 


THE SO-CALLED BATTLE OF L.A.800 FOOT ZEPPELIN-SIZE UFO
CAUGHT IN SEARCHLIGHT BEAMS OVER LOS ANGELES IN 1942
 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

the Wanderling
 

 

Invariably when the topic of a conversation turns toward unidentified flying objects someone almost always makes some sort of a reference to, and most rightly so, the Roswell UFO. The Roswell UFO was a mysterious object of an unknown nature and unknown origin that reportedly began shedding bits and pieces of metal and foil out over the desert flatlands of New Mexico close to midnight of July 4, 1947, only to end up slamming into lower north slope of the Capitan Mountains some fifty miles west of Roswell.

The event at Roswell, although perhaps one of the most famous and most talked about of the UFO incidents, was only one of many that have happened over the years. Five years before the Roswell Incident the U.S. was in the early throes of a world war. Except for the relatively unknown at the time Foo Fighters, any mention of unidentified flying objects usually took on a different tone — with most people thinking about enemy aircraft such as fighter planes and bombers. However, on the night of February 25, 1942, over the skies of Los Angeles with the so-called Battle of Los Angeles, the tone was more like Roswell.

Before a total of three months had even elapsed following the attack on Pearl Harbor, beginning at 7:15 PM on February 23, 1942, a Japanese submarine shelled the Ellwood oil fields near the town of Goleta, 12 miles north of Santa Barbara, California. According to accounts, anywhere from sixteen to twenty-nine shells were fired, with three striking the Bankline Oil Refinery, the apparent target of the attack. About a half mile inland a refinery oil well along with rigging and pumping equipment were reported hit. Storage tanks next to the well and others close by, which, if they would have been hit could have caused major damage, went unscathed. Another shell exploded without damage on on the Tecolote ranch some three miles inland while another shell landed on the property of the nearby Staniff ranch, digging a hole five feet deep, but failing to explode. The remaining shells fell harmlessly into the Pacific.

Less than thirty-two hours later, in the early morning hours of February 25, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, but most likely doing so only after dropping out of the night sky initially from a steep angle out over the Pacific on a curving south to east trajectory, a huge object of unknown origin, possibly with protective detection devices on, at a lower altitude levels off. The object continues on a trajectory east toward the city of Los Angeles at ultra high speed barely skimming the water just above the surface. At 120 miles out, the object most likely picks up electronic probes from the Army long range listening apparatus or rudimentary early radar and retracts it’s entry shields, reducing it’s speed to a near crawl some 50 miles out, turning inland somewhere near Point Dume.

Scattered eyewittness accounts from years later pick up the object apparently dropping down into the radar shadow by hugging the mostly unpopulated ridge-line along the north side of the Santa Monica mountains in an easterly direction.[1] It then turned south in the gap in the mountains around Sepulveda Boulevard and Mullholland Drive coming in BEHIND the aimed direction of the majority of the anti-aircraft guns and any possible radar or long range listening devices. In a continuing steeply angled climb out of the Santa Monica mountains the object curved slightly to the east around and well above the 511 foot altitude of Baldwin Hills in what appeared to be a concerted effort to stay away from all the potential aircraft and armament associated with Mines Field (now LAX). The object turned westward toward the ocean coming out over the aircraft manufacturing plants near the El Segundo tank farm, then, dropping altitude, south along the coast.

 


MINES FIELD, NOW LAX, AS SEEN DURING WW II
OBJECT WENT AROUND IT PURPOSELY IN 1942

Earlier, as the unidentified target continued on it’s apparent approach toward the Los Angeles area only to disappear behind the mountains inland west along the coast, the air raid warning system regional controller, still jittery from the oil refinery attack in the same general area only a few hours before, ordered the newly installed antiaircraft batteries to go to Green Alert — “ready to fire.” At 2:15 AM, with the object’s position unknown with any amount of certainty, for the first time since the start of the war, the controller ordered the whole warning system into operation, with an area-wide blackout that effected the region from Los Angeles to the Mexican border and as far inland as the San Joaquin Valley.

Even with all that going on, as soon as it happened to as late as a full 45 years after the event and continuing to this day, people are still questioning why no U.S. planes were ordered into the skies to apprehend the object on it’s approach. In a article titled WORLD WAR II UFO SCARE by Paul T. Collins in FATE Magazine, Volume 40, Number 7, Issue 448, and published in July, 1987, the following by Collins if found:

 

“Planes of the Fourth Interceptor Command were, in fact, warming up on the runways waiting for orders to go up and interview the unknown intruders. Why, everybody was asking, were they not ordered to go into action during the 51-minute period between the first air-raid alert at 2:25 AM and the first artillery firing at 3:16?”

 

In 1983 the U.S. Government Printing Office released a multi-volume set titled The Army Air Forces in World War II, edited by Wesley Frank Craven and James Lea Cate. In Volume I, Chapter III, Section 8, page 283, there is found what is nothing short of an official confirmation to the above scenario. The volume specifically cites the USE of radar, which many people insist was NOT functionally operational in 1942 — although the government seems to beg to differ in the document — as well as the fact that the object simply disappeared or vanished over the ocean during it’s inflight path toward Los Angeles. To wit:

 

“Radars picked up an unidentified target 120 miles west of Los Angeles. Antiaircraft batteries were alerted at 0215 and were put on Green Alert—ready to fire—a few minutes later. The AAF kept its pursuit planes on the ground, preferring to await indications of the scale and direction of any attack before committing its limited fighter force. Radars tracked the approaching target to within a few miles of the coast, and at 0221 the regional controller ordered a blackout. Thereafter the information center was flooded with reports of ‘enemy planes,’ even though the mysterious object tracked in from sea seems to have vanished.”

 

The radar system that was reported to have “picked up” the object first has been officially confirmed as a SCR-268. SCR-268s only had an operational range of 22 miles, yet initial contact was reported as being 120 miles west of the city of Los Angeles. For more on that and the disappearing act of “the mysterious object tracked in from sea seems to have vanished” as mentioned in the above quote, please see:

 

 

THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES: The Radar Dilemma

At 3:06 AM, for reasons unclear, at least four Santa Monica area anti-aircraft batteries turn inland and start firing out over the city and Baldwin Hills, and suddenly “the air over Los Angeles erupted like a volcano.” For the next three hours it was nothing but confusion with “swarms” of planes of all possible sizes reported, numbering from one to several hundred, traveling at altitudes from a few thousand feet to more than 20,000, and flying at speeds from very slow to hundreds of miles per hour.

 


However, whatever it was or whatever they were, no bombs were dropped nor was there any resultant destruction by the invader. So too, despite the fact that 1,440 rounds of anti-aircraft ammunition had been expended, whatever was “up there” seemed impervious to the barrage — in the end, escaping with no sign of damage or losses.

As the shore batteries and searchlights continued to wreak havoc aginst the night sky residents along the forty-mile stretch of coastline from north of Malibu to south of Palos Verdes had nothing but a front row seat to all the action. One of those residents, who has since gone on to do intensive academic research into the mythological dimensions of the UFO phenomenon, was a young boy at the time but now retired Occidental College professor of anthropology C. Scott Littleton, living along the coast in the small southern California oceanfront community of Hermosa Beach. In a recollection of the events that transpired that night Littleton writes:

 

I was an eyewitness to the events of that unforgettable February morning in February of 1942. I was eight-years-old at the time, and my parents lived at 2500 Strand in Hermosa Beach, right on the beach. We thus had a grandstand seat. While my father went about his air-raid warden duties, my late mother and I watched the glowing object, which was caught in the glare of searchlights from both Palos Verdes and Malibu/Pacific/Palisades and surrounded by the puffs of ineffectual anti-aircraft fire, as it slowly flew across the ocean from northwest to southeast. It headed inland over Redondo Beach, a couple of miles to the south of our vantage point, and eventually disappeared over the eastern end of the Palos Verdes hills, what’s today called Rancho Palos Verdes. The whole incident lasted, at least from our perspective, about half an hour, though we didn’t time it. Like other kids in the neighborhood, I spend the next morning picking up of pieces of shrapnel on the beach; indeed, it’s a wonder more people weren’t injured by the stuff, as we were far from the only folks standing outside watching the action.

In any case, I don’t recall seeing any truly discernable configuration, just a small, glowing, slight lozenge-shaped blob light —a single blob. We only saw one object, not several as some witnesses later reported. At the time, we were convinced that it was a “Jap” reconnaissance plane, and that L.A. might be due for a major air-raid in the near future. Remember, this was less than three months after Pearl Harbor. But that of course never happened. Later on, we all expected “them,” that is, the Military, to tell us what was really up there after the war. But that never happened, either..

 

In February of 1942 I was a boy myself, somewhat younger than Littleton, living with my two brothers and my parents in a little house on the 300 block of South Lucia Street in Redondo Beach, California. I remember that night quite well. Most people would agree that Littleton, age eight, could remember what he saw that night, but me, a couple of years younger, questionable. However, I remember a lot of things, up to and well before that period of time in my life. For example, my mother nursing my brother who was three years younger than me. Seeing barrage balloons floating in the sky tethered to the ground over the shipyards in Terminal Island where my father worked. Because metal was not available for toys during wartime, the lifesize cardboard toy fighter plane-type cockpit — colored on one side with dials and windshield and printed only in black and white on the backside — with a movable square cardboard joystick that the girl next door had, plus so too my only new wartime metal toy that I had and carried with me everywhere I went like it was gold, a Captain Midnight decoder badge. I remember well my dad taking me to see the Japanese two-man midget submarine that washed up on shore just south of the pier. And, as described in World War II Comes To Redondo, lifting me up to look inside the sub through the open hatch. The oil derricks in the field behind my house and me telling the workmen there my mother made the best apple pie in the world — and all of them coming over to try some at my invitation, hard hats and all. I remember as well, my dad, like Littleton’s dad, was an air raid warden — with a white doughboy helmet and an armband, both of which I would put on and run around playing air raid warden all day long.

 


My dad got up that night when the sirens went off to do his air raid warden stuff and eventually practically everybody on our block was outside to see what was going on.[2] Littleton was quite right about the object heading inland a couple of miles south of him over Redondo Beach. After apparently skirting some distance off the surfline from somewhere around El Segundo to Hermosa Beach, for unknown reasons just as it passed south of the Edison electric generating plant in Redondo, rather than continue south around or past Palos Verdes peninsula, it turned diagonally inland headed in a south southeast direction. See CHAPTER 3. Later reports stated the object had been flying at an altitude between 8,000 to 12,000 feet, and if such was the case, with all the searchlights trained on it you would have thought at that altitude we could easily see it coming, but we couldn’t. True, from our vantage point on Lucia Street, because of the low hills rising up just across Torrance Boulevard at the end of the street, our view of the steam plant was blocked. However, the craft must have been slowly dropping altitude ever since it left Baldwin Hills to El Segundo because when it came over us, the object, whatever it was, was not that high off the ground. It was a huge giant thing that loomed up over the hills looking so big that when it crossed above our heads you couldn’t see the sides, only the bottom — and it took forever for the thing to finish passing over. When it crossed over our house, because it was so low, my dad actually thought it was coming in for a landing. In those days a few miles southeast of us was the Lomita air strip along with the remnants of a dry lake and my dad thought that was where it was headed — as if maybe the craft had been damaged or something. When he was assured there was no longer any imminent danger my dad and a few neighbors, some armed with rifles and shotguns, hopped into a couple of cars with some of the men standing on the running boards, and took off down old Sepulveda chasing after it. It continued south southeast, gaining both speed and altitude. Not landing like they thought and not being able to keep up the men turned back. The object eventually crossed somewhere between Palos Verdes on the west and Signal Hill on the east coming out over Long Beach heading south along the California coast toward Huntington Beach — although at a much, much higher altitude than when it went over Lucia Street. Where it ended up nobody knows. Or do they?

 

Even though the object basically came straight on and crossed directly over the top of us, being out of the range of the searchlights it’s actual shape was hard to discern against the upper night sky. My dad, who in 1929 had actually watched the Graf Zeppelin land in Los Angeles at Mines Field (now LAX and about eight miles north of Redondo Beach) and even walked along side and under the giant airship, often said the object that passed over us that night was as big, if not bigger, than a Zeppelin. Some of what I remember about the thing besides its size, although it was huge, as I have grown older I am not totally sure how close it was to the actual size of the Graf Zeppelin in length at 776 feet as my dad’s enthusiasm suggested. Littleton, however, and a highly competent fellow collaborator and editor of the UFO Chronicles, Frank Warren, using what seems to be sort of triangulation, have estimated the object’s size as even larger. Using the photograph at the top of the page as a starting base they conclude:

 

“From the width of the light beams at the point they reached the object, plus the knowledge that at least one of them came from a searchlight battery in Manhattan Beach, some ten miles away (the others appear to have come from Inglewood or El Segundo), Frank Warren has concluded that it must have been considerably larger, that is, around 800 feet in length, and I (that is, Littleton) agree with this estimate.”

 

Face on as I remember it, the object was not round or circular like a Zeppelin or a blimp, but wide and flat or slightly curved toward the center concave-like across the bottom from the the outside edges. It seemed bluntly-wedged or possibly sloped toward the top and back somewhat in the front, sort of like the triangular or boxy shape of present day stealth aircraft or more closely, an upsidedown pointed shovel. From my vantage point there was no sign of of ribs or superstructure. No markings, alien Hieroglyphic Writing, insignias, or numbers — earth-based or otherwise. No openings, windows, portholes, hatches, seams, or lights that I remember. No propellers, exterior motors and no sound. It had no wheels, wings, fins, or stabilizers either, although it did have the capability to rise and fall in altitude and pick up and gain speed as well as have the ability to go so slow it barely moved. After all it took well over thirty minutes to travel the twenty miles or so from Baldwin Hills to the ocean to Redondo Beach, then when my dad and neighbors attempted to follow it the object took off at a fairly high speed — so much so their cars could not keep up with it.[3]

 


THE BOTTOM OF THE L.A. UFO HAD THE CONCAVE CURVATURE
OF AN UPSIDE DOWN SHOVEL. SOME SAW A GIANT BUTTERFLY

After it passed over us standing in the street, but before my dad left chasing after it, everybody, including my whole family, either ran toward their backyards or into the dirt alley behind the houses and watched it cross out of view over the oil fields. I could easily see the back of the thing against the sky. The rear or stern was thick and rectangle in shape, rounded on the corners, flat or slightly concave on the bottom, flat on top toward the rear curving gently or falling off to the sides near the front as it narrowed, thinning more so toward the front, although not aerodynamically so. In that it was tipped upward gaining altitude in what appeared to be a concerted effort by the craft to gain as much distance between itself and the top of the 200 foot tall oil derricks that spiked up all over the field behind the house I was unable to see if there were any cockpits, protrusions or cabins on the top — mainly because of the angle of the climb would not allow them to be silhoutted against the sky. Since, however, I had a perfectly clear view of the back of the craft in the dark that night people often want to know if the rear had any exhaust ports or rocket-like thrust openings. The answer is no, at least none that I remember. However, my dad said when he tried to catch it, coming almost abroadside although well below and somewhat behind, he could see what looked like three distinct, possibly four, narrow red-orange slit-like openings on the side toward the back, describing them as “looking like shark gills only glowing.” I saw nothing like that. Matter of fact I am not sure what the motive power for the object was. I do know, even though its size was likened to a Zeppelin it didn’t act like one. Zeppelins are lighter than air machines and there is a certain physical and psychological buoyancy to them, both in reality and perception. This object seemed more like a battleship. There was something heavy about it. The thing is, is that it made absolutely no sound. Totally silent, which is odd because almost everything I ever saw that moved and was that big — locomotives, airplanes, ships — all made lots of noise. The only other thing that stood out about the object was that it left a very slight but distinct odor trailing off behind it. If any of you have ever owned an electric train like a Lionel for example, and noticed the smell the transformer gives off during a lengthy period of use, after the object passed overhead, in it’s wake, the air reeked with an odor very similar to that same smell. For me however, what I remember the most, even to this day, was how sad the thing seemed. It was like a lost baby elephant just searching for its mommy, and everywhere it went it got chased away or shot at.

Some minutes after it passed over Redondo Beach and my dad lost track of it by not being able to keep up with it, the object was out over the agriculture fields that existed in those days a few miles inland east and south of the beach cities. That same night Albert Nozaki was helping guard a friend’s field from vandals that had been ruining crops. Below describes what Nozaki saw that night in the early morning hours:

 

“(A)pproaching him well above the fields from the west, silhouetted against the slightly lighter night sky, was a fairly huge dark airborne object coming straight toward him at a fairly quick pace. At first it seemed as though it would take a path off to the right of where he was standing, but before it reached him it just barely began turning flatly toward the south, almost as in a controlled drift. By then he was just under the edge of the object as it went over him with the center off to his left, continuing its turn and eventually disappearing in the southern night sky while all the time gaining altitude. It was huge, dark, very long and wide with no lights or signs of windows. Although it did not have protruding wings like an airplane, the object’s outside edges ominously curved down. As well, other than feeling a slight vibrational “hum” in his chest as it passed over, the object made no sound.”

 

Nozaki, who later went on to be an Oscar nominated art director, apparently drawing upon his his experiences in the field that night in 1942, designed the terrifying Martian flying machines seen in the 1953 movie War of the Worlds.

 

In an interesting twist of fate, five years later, unrelated to any of the above as far as I was concerned, my Uncle, after a quick heads up from his friend the famed meteorite hunter Dr. Lincoln La Paz, took me along with him to the suspected crash site at Roswell, my uncle walking much of the then nearly fresh debris field wanting to see if there was any truth behind the so called hieroglyphic writing reported by many to have been found on some of the metal scraps. For more on walking the fresh debris field by getting through the supposedly heavily miltarized, well-guarded, and cordoned off the Roswell crash site see: Frank Edwards

 

WHAT A YOUNG BOY REMEMBERS — OR NOT

Over and over the question comes up, in that I was such a little kid at the time of the “Battle of L.A.,” how is it possible that I remember so much?

I get into some of my suspicions as to a potential answer a bit more thoroughly in a footnote at the very bottom of the page. However, even though what I have presented covers a lot of material, most of what is presented comes not just from my memory, as a kid or otherwise, but plain out-and-out research, including at least two highly exclusive eyewitness interviews — research and interviews that I have shoe-horned around what I DO remember. For example, the date and time of the oil field shelling near Santa Barbara: 7:15 PM February 23, 1942. I didn’t know that as a kid. Matter of fact, I didn’t even know there had been an oil field shelling. I discovered it in my research and connected it with the fact that the shellings by Japanese submarines just up the coast from Los Angeles only hours before the L. A. fly over most likely made a lot of folks jumpy or trigger happy.

Same with the following. I don’t “remember” it from my childhood. I have extrapolated what appears in the paragraph from research:

 

“Less than thirty-two hours later, in the early morning hours of February 25, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, but most likely doing so only after dropping out of the night sky initially from a steep angle out over the Pacific on a north to east trajectory, a huge object of unknown origin, possibly with protective detection devices on, at a lower altitude levels off. The object continues on a trajectory east toward the city of Los Angeles at ultra high speed barely skimming the water just above the surface. At 120 miles out, the object most likely picks up electronic probes from the Army long range listening apparatus or rudimentary early radar and retracts it’s entry shields, reducing it’s speed to a near crawl some 50 miles out, turning inland somewhere near Point Dume.”

 

The Government Printing Office multi-volume set reported that radar picked up an unidentified target 120 miles west of Los Angeles and because of same, at 0215, anti-aircraft batteries were alerted. The report goes on to say they tracked the target to within a few miles of the coast, and at 0221 a blackout was ordered even though the object “tracked from the sea” seemed to have vanished.

So, at 2:15 AM the object is out over the open ocean west of Los Angeles. Then, six minutes later, at 2:21 AM although it should have been right on top of the coast and still in radar contact it disappeared — of which I write “reducing it’s speed to a near crawl some 50 miles out, turning inland somewhere near Point Dume.” Radar picked up an unidentified target 120 miles out, the last half of which it must have slowed to a crawl. How do I know? Now, I don’t remember that as a kid, I have extrapolated it from the research, that is what I found in the government multi-volume set and other sources. The report says the object “vanished.” It must have dropped altitude and crossed into the mountains behind the radar shadow, thus appearing to disappear. My eyewittness says at the exact same time something crossed overhead above him in the mountains near Agoura, “a huge gigantic flying thing not much higher than the tops of the trees — and not making a sound, but all the while blocking out a good portion of the night sky and most of the stars — slowly crossed overhead curving toward the east after coming out of a more south southwesterly direction.” He says the object SLOWLY crossed overhead — which means it reduced it’s speed to a crawl. To have crossed overhead where the eyewittness saw it, it would had to have turned inland somewhere around Point Dume, again my speculation from the facts so presented. The giant object skirted the north side of the Santa Monica mountains toward the east along Ventura Boulevard only to turn south in a gap in the mountains about midway along the southwestern edge of the San Fernando Valley. After turning south the object crossed over Baldwin Hills and turned westward toward the ocean coming out over the aircraft plants near the El Segundo tank farm. From there it went south along the coast turning back inland somewhere past the Edison plant in Redondo Beach. The anti-aircraft guns opened up at 3:06 AM — 45 minutes after it disappeared — that is, when it showed up again, not on radar, but visually and BEHIND the sea facing anti-aircraft guns. Smart. The thing is, none of that has anything to do with what I remember or don’t remember. It only supports what I remember.

What do I remember? Well, that whatever it was it crossed right over the top of my house in Redondo Beach in the middle of the night. That it didn’t look like a blimp like some people say, but more like an upside down shovel. Why would I remember that? Because in those days, like so many others, we had a Victory Garden in the backyard and I used to help my grandfather and mother maintain it. For that we had a number of garden tools, of which some were shovels. One of the shovels had a broken handle and my father removed what was left of the handle out of the sleeve portion that held it. The metal spade part looked so much like the object to me I used to run around holding it like a kid might do with a model airplane, mimicking the flight of the craft — and when I did, the other kids that didn’t see it that night, made fun of me. They had wood and cardboard toys of what would one day come to be my favorite fighter the P-40 Warhawk to do pretend battles with Zeros. I used an upside down shovel.

What else do I remember? That it was NOT round in the front like a blimp is round face-on. Like I say, my father worked in the shipyards in Terminal Island I remember seeing barrage balloons floating in the sky tethered to the ground all around the shipyard area. To me they were “blimps” and face-on they were round. I remember it clearing the oilwells behind the house, that the rear of it, unlike a shovel, was rectangle in shape across the back, thick where you put your foot to push a shovel into the ground. Also there was a distinct odor in the air like a Lionel electric train transformer gives off following in it’s wake. Almost everybody remembers smells, and the smell of a Lionel train transformer is one of them for me. Like burnt electricity. So too, as found in the A Quick Personal Note link below, I also drew information not JUST from memory, but, for example, a whole page of notes that contained nothing but comments from my dad’s own eyewitness account — a dad who was not just a kid at the time of the incident like me — but a grown man 37 years old. Hence, my ability to add to and present more specifically such things as my father and neighbors taking off down old Sepulveda, the Lomita air strip, shark gills, etc. I could go on and on, but by now I am sure you get the point. Besides, a good portion of those who question my “young age” and any ability to remember because of that young age do so with some bone to pick. They are looking to discredit or weaken what has been presented, which inturn would blanket the whole presentation as being inaccurate. However, again, a whole host of what has been presented is from facts and sources from other than my “kid” memory — I have just shoehorned them around what I remember.

It is quite clear that C. Scott Littleton, usually acknowledged as the foremost authority on the ‘Battle of L.A.,’ mentioned above, apparently likes my eyewitness accounts of the event, if not a great deal, at least within reason. I say so because they are the only ones he ever seems to include over-and-over in what he presents. However, even though he includes them, he has a strong tendency to always qualify what I have said as calling them, for example, “shaky,” — or as in the case below where he says my recollections of the object are “atypical” and “and perhaps skewed” — albeit all the while using them:

 

“(D)espite the Redondo Beach man’s atypical — and perhaps skewed —recollection …”

 

He then goes on to say:

 

“(W)hat we (Littleton) saw, together with the majority of the descriptions Frank (i.e., Frank Warren, Littleton’s collaborator on the subject) and I have collected, as well as the object caught in the Times reporter’s photograph, all jibe closely with literally tens of thousands of eyewitness accounts of UFOs in this country and elsewhere that have come to light in the course of the last six decades.”

 

Littleton was talking about the stereotypical percolator coffee pot lid disc-like objects of the day with little glass humps on top, of which the L.A. Times photograph seems to show. However, the UFO over L.A. was far from typical. If anything it was highly atypical of the UFOs of the era. It was huge for one thing. More people reported it was Zeppelin-size than anything else. Even Warren himself, as cited in the main text above, figured the object was at a minimum at least 800 feet long. Very few of the “literally tens of thousands of eyewitness accounts of UFOs in this country and elsewhere that have come to light in the course of the last six decades” have claimed to have seen UFOs anywhere near that size.[4]

 

LITTLETON VS THE WANDERLING:
BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES OR UFO OVER L.A.?

Now that you know all about the 1942 “Battle of Los Angeles” and the UFO over L. A., if you want to know how a huge, giant, nearly Zeppelin size object seen by thousands could simply vanish into the night sky without a trace, please visit CHAPTER 2, below, as it contains some rather interesting additional information, including speculation as to where it went to and what actually happened to the object.


CHAPTER 2

FIRST THERE WAS THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES, THEN THE GIANT OBJECT DISAPPEARED

WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?


In an article published in Nexus Magazine, Volume 5, Number 3 (April – May 1998) titled Inside Revelations on the UFO Cover-Up and written by Dr. Richard Boylan — a magazine and article that contains a tad bit more in the way of way out UFO stuff than typically suits my own personal tastes — a man by the name of Dr. Michael Wolf (died September 16, 2000), who is an author of his own book Catchers of Heaven (1996) and claimed to have been either a member of or a consultant to a secret National Security Council Special Studies Group known as OPERATION MAJESTIC-12 (sometimes MJ-12) that oversees ET type affairs in the United States, offers:

 

Dr. Wolf provided a revisionist history about the beginning of the modern UFO era. “The first UFO came down in 1941 into the ocean west of San Diego, and was retrieved by the Navy.” The Navy has held a leadership position in UFO matters ever since.

 

Interestingly enough, for our purposes here, another time given for that UFO retrieval — without altering the fact that the object came down in the ocean west of San Diego — comes in a letter Dr. Boylan received from the son of a Colonel William Brophy, now deceased. In the letter, written in response to the Nexus article, the son relates his father told him in conversation on more than one occasion that the date for the UFO retrieval was NOT the more general 1941 as Dr. Wolf extrapolated from his sources, but actually the following year on the more specific date of February 25, 1942 (i.e., “Air Force Colonel’s Son Reveals 1940s U.S.-UFO/Star Visitor Encounters,” UFOfacts, July 21, 2003, http://groups.yahoo.com/group/UFOFacts/message/10345). Dr. Boylan makes it clear, however, that there is no independent corroboration for the February 1942 date other than details provided by Brophy’s son through his father, which have otherwise been proven to be consistent with little known facts Dr. Boylan is privy to that are known to be accurate and harmonious to the event — the event being the recovery of the UFO by the Navy. Even though the date/year may not have independent corroboration the EVENT itself, that is, the recovery of the UFO by the Navy off San Diego, most certainly does, as it is backed up in the March 5, 1942, memo from the Army Chief of Staff to the President of the United States cited below. Personally, I find the March 5, 1942 memo date, considering the timing and sum of its contents, to be much more consistant with a February 1942 down date than a whole one-year-before 1941 date. However, personal conjectures aside, neither Dr. Boylan nor the colonel’s son are necessarily putting the date of February 25, 1942 into the perspective it deserves nor together with anything else.

The date IS, of course, totally consistant to our thesis here, as February 25, 1942, is the EXACT same date that the object was seen by hundreds if not thousands of people to have crossed somewhere between Palos Verdes on the west and Signal Hill on the east before coming out over Long Beach and heading south along the California coast before it just disappeared — with the same direction of travel being, if continued, San Diego. If you remember from Chapter 1 above, when it crossed over my house in Redondo Beach, because the object was so low, my dad actually thought it was coming in for a landing — as if the craft may have been damaged or something. Since nobody seems to know what happened to the thing, the possibility exists that it could have gone down in the Pacific somewhere off San Diego.

If it did go down off San Diego and was recovered by the Navy it is certainly not a widely known fact even amongst those who are familiar with most of UFO lore — hence Dr. Boylan’s interjection of the revisionist history tag line. However, a LOT of people, and I’m talking regular old sailors here, deckhands, cooks, and able-body seamen — probably ALL without security clearances — would have to had been involved in any type of deep water recovery of something said to be so big. I had a confidential clearance working on the U-2 as a civilian, and because of the nature of the work I did, bumped to a top secret security clearance upon entering the military — and I know from experience it would be very, very difficult to keep a lid on such an operation over any period of time under similar circumstances. All of the beach towns south from Santa Monica to Redondo Beach reported seeing the object. None of the beach towns from Long Beach south — except possibly Seal Beach — reported it. In my opinion I think some distance off the coast west of Seal Beach or Sunset Beach, or possibly even Huntington Beach, the object turned more west southwest and headed out to sea toward the basically uninhabited island of San Clemente. Coming down the coast from the north, San Clemente is the last and most southern of the Channel Islands, located probably less than fifty miles off the California mainland and about halfway between Long Beach and San Diego. The craft landed for damage assessment or maybe to administer some sort of repairs, then took off before anybody could act.

 


THE GALVESTON DAILY NEWS, FEB. 26, 1942
(please click)

In February of 1942 there was a barely used if not practically abandoned, wide open Naval Auxiliary Air Station located right in the middle of the island. In 1938 the Works Progress Administration (WPA) and a contractor had built two runways, one 2,000 feet the other 3,000 feet over an old airstrip. The construction was completed by 1941, but for all practical purposes it really wasn’t being used. It is not that the object needed a runway to set down, only an unobstructed, wide open area — without a major population to contend with. The San Clemente strip was the only viable landing area for a wounded or disabled craft for thousands of miles around that met such criteria. No coast defense guns, no shore batteries, no searchlights, no prying eyes to speak of. It was only sometime AFTER the incident that any real sort of military presence showed up on the island, first with a Marine scouting squadron that suddenly began operations from the airfield with 19 Vought SB2U Vindicators sometime in 1942, then the Army installing and activating TWO fully equipped radar stations. In other words, at the time the object exited over the Pacific south of Long Beach heading toward the general direction of San Diego, the island had so few people on it, it was basically unihabited.

If the object successfully slipped away to wherever UFOs go, took off and fell into the ocean only to be retrieved later, or is laying at the bottom of some deep sea canyon rotting away I can’t say. It could have even been captured on the ground on San Clemente, negating any use of “lots of able-body seamen without clearances” or anybody else for that matter.

 

Please note in the purported letter or memo of communication below, between then U.S. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and the U.S. Army Chief of Staff General George C. Marshall, dated February 27, 1942, two days after the UFO over Los Angeles, where FDR refers to “atomic secrets learned from study of celestial devices.” The date, being just two days following the February Los Angeles event, is most likely coincidental as nothing if anything — except perhaps speculation — could have been garnered of any substance or significance over such a short period of time. The gist of the memo does, however, set the tone for a more receptive atmosphere of such events by powers that be. The Dr. Bush refered to in the memo by the way is Dr. Vannevar Bush, the chairman of FDRs National Defense Resource Committee (NDRC), which looked into the invention and development of atomic weapons for the war effort.

 


Prior to the outbreak of World War II, because of the potential threat of hostilities between the U.S. and Japan coming closer and closer to a full-blown reality, Roosevelt promoted the head of the Office of Naval Intelligence, Captain Walter C. Anderson, who personally had done extensive top secret work breaking the Japanese code, to be the new Commander of Battleships, Pacific Fleet.

On March 5, 1942, less than two weeks after the above message, Marshall sent another top-secret memo to the President regarding the air raid over Los Angeles stating “it was learned by Army G2 that Rear Admiral Anderson recovered an unidentified airplane off the coast of California with no bearing on conventional explanation. This Headquarters has come to the determination that the mystery airplanes are in fact not earthly and according to secret intelligence sources they are in all probability of interplanetary origin.”[5] Notice that Marshall says Army G2 learned, implying the Navy was keeping the information to themselves. Notice as well Marshall also uses “airplanes are” indicating the plural, or more than one. All the talk of “airplanes” is probably how the Army got wind of the whole thing in the first place. In 1942 the Air Force was not a separate entity, but under the Army’s umbrella. Inter-service rivalry not withstanding, flying things by their very nature fell under Army’s purview — and no doubt how Air Force Colonel William Brophy, not a Navy man, became privy to the information he eventually shared with his son.

Questionable of course, but as far as “airplanes” go it could be the major craft in a effort to reduce weight or some such thing left a shuttle craft or two, or even an escape pod or two on the island — or dumped just off shore — and once located and retrieved by the military, because of advanced technology, were taken for something much more important. Which would be in analogy much like capturing or finding one or two of the gasoline or diesel operated boat launches as used by a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier to shuttle crew back and forth to shore and deducing from the technology onboard the launches as being equivalent to that of the aircraft carrier itself.

 

As stated above Dr. Boylan has related there is no independent corroboration for the claim of Colonel Brophy regarding the February date. If you recall previously I mentioned my Uncle knew the famed meteorite hunter and astronomer Dr. Lincoln La Paz. Dr. La Paz knew of my early childhood experience regarding the object seen over Los Angeles and, although he never discussed it with me, was, according to my uncle, fascinated by it because on July 10th, 1947, only a few days after the Roswell Incident, La Paz — who had thousands and thousands of hours of scientific time observing celestial objects — reported seeing a HUGE eliptical-shaped object flying in the sky near Fort Sumner, New Mexico, while driving by car with his wife and children. According to La Paz’s calculations, confirmed by his wife, the object was 235 feet long and 100 feet thick. Its horizontal speed ranged between 120 and 180 miles per hour and its vertical rise between 600 and 900 miles per hour. For more regarding the sighting by La Paz please refer to CASE 21, Hearings before the COMMITTEE ON SCIENCE AND ASTRONAUTICS, U.S. House of Representatives, Nineteenth Congress, Second Session, July 29, 1968.

My Meeting Dr. La Paz occurred when he visited my uncle and me while we were camping along the rim of Meteor Crater doing minor archaeological work associated with the little known ancient Native American ceremonial pit houses on the the southwest rim. He didn’t really pay much attention to me, but my uncle did tell him in conversation that I had been witness to the Battle of Los Angeles, both my father and I having seen the object quite clearly and up close. According to my uncle, after La Paz had his own experience near Fort Sumner he became fascinated with my account of the Los Angeles object because, not unlike the one he saw, it was huge — most such phenomenon reported falling into the somewhat smaller disc-like or saucer-shaped object category. La Paz especially liked the fact I had said the rear or stern was rectangle in shape, rounded on the corners, flat on the bottom and top and fairly thick. He liked the thick part, because he determined the object he saw to be a 100 feet thick — an unusual statistic at the time. La Paz, who, while on leave from Ohio State during World War II, served as Research Mathematician at the New Mexico Proving Grounds and as Technical Director, Operations Analysis Section, for the Second Air Force, told my uncle that the object I had observed, and that he was so fascinated with, did in fact go down off the coast of San Diego around sunrise on the morning of February 25, 1942. One could, if one were to so choose, detect a significant difference in actual application between “it came down into the ocean” as cited by Dr. Wolf and “the recovery of an unidentified airplane off the coast” as seen in the memo by the Secretary of the Army. For me, “going down off the coast of San Diego” is basically semantics and continues to jibe with my belief that the object landed on San Clemente Island — which we know is off the coast of San Diego. One way or the other, in the end, it remains my contention the big one got away.

 

AND NOW THIS:

It should be noted for the reader that since this article was put online several years ago, many people have taken my original idea of the L.A. object landing on San Clemente Island and ran with it — and done so nearly always without citing sources or giving credit. However, the possibility for the potential landing at San Clemente was extrapolated directly from MY uncle through personal conversations with Dr. La Paz.

Now while it is true La Paz never paid much attention to me personally, basically because I would guess, I was “just” a kid, he did become fascinated with my story of the L.A. object because I said it was “thick.” If you remember from the above:

 

According to my uncle, after La Paz had his own experience near Fort Sumner he became fascinated with my account of the Los Angeles object because, not unlike the one he saw, it was huge — most such phenomenon reported falling into the somewhat smaller disc-like or saucer-shaped object category. La Paz especially liked the fact I had said the rear or stern was rectangle in shape, rounded on the corners, flat on the bottom and top and fairly thick. He liked the thick part, because he determined the object he saw to be a 100 feet thick — an unusual statistic at the time.

 

Any of you who have read my online material have more than likely come across the fact that at onetime I owned an immaculately restored 1940s wooden Ford station wagon (see). One day I parked the woodie outside a small restaurant when a man came running in yelling at the top of his voice asking if anybody in the restaurant owned the wooden station wagon out front. Instantly seeing in my mind’s eye tiny little bits and pieces of wood flying into the air and scattered all over the parking lot thinking he or somebody else had smashed into it breaking it to smithereens, I jumped from my seat, brushing the man aside, and ran out the door.

The woodie was not touched. Matter of fact it was just as I left it. .

The man doing all the yelling was a skipper of a yacht come marlin boat moored in the Marina Del Rey harbor owned by the grown son and heir of a major multimillionaire oil man.(see) The skipper just wanted to know who owned the wagon out front and who the person was that was responsible for maintaining the wood on it. Showing a huge sigh of relief that the car was not demolished beyond repair in some fashion I told him the person responsible for keeping the wood in such great shape was me. The skipper asked if I would be interested in doing, as he called it, the brightwork on his boat — meaning, basically, sand, scrape, and spar varnish all the natural-color wood on the boat over and over for the rest of my life. Although I changed my mind later, initially my answer was no, but it did lead me, out of curiosity, to go to where the boat was moored and look it over.

It just so happened the day I was there a young woman was walking along the dock with several small children in tow when one of them, a very little girl who I guess could not swim, missed her footing somehow and slipped off the edge of the dock into the water. For all practical purposes she was drowning. The mother started yelling like crazy and since I was probably the only person really within earshot close enough to respond, I leaped off the boat onto the dock and into the water. While still in the water I handed the little girl up to the skipper, who had been running all the way along the dock only a few steps behind me. In the process, due to all the commotion, a small crowd gathered.

Amongst the crowd was a woman that recognized me, a former Rose Marie Reid swim suit model that I knew as Sullivan, but since married to the son of a renowned ocean explorer.(see) They had a boat in the harbor and since we had not seen each other in years, after everybody was sure the girl was OK, she asked me to join her for drinks on her yacht, get into some dry clothes and get caught up. As I was leaving later in afternoon Sullivan asked if I would be willing to go to a party she was throwing in a couple of weeks. As I slowly strolled away down the dock I halfheartedly turned back and nodded in agreement that I would attend. Little did I know at the time that anything related to what was going on would eventually involve the woman on the dock with the prophecy of an ancient tribal elder and Navajo Code Talkers.

I duly showed up at the designated time and duly circulated and engaged in small talk. Unexpectedly, during the chit-chat sessions two things related to the L.A. UFO came up — both from the same person, a diver by the name of “Jack” — who would one day become a highly respected, albeit non-academically affiliated, marine archaeologist. At the point in time we are talking about here however, he was a low level player in the field working his way up the ladder and on his degree. Even so, he was still well known up and down the California coast for his diving expertise and underwater archaeology skills.

We got to talking and one thing led to the next, eventually the conversation turning to the L.A. object. He told me although he was too young to have participated in any original dive related to the object — actually he had not even been born yet — he had met a couple of old timers, hard hat guys, who had. They told him they participated in a retrieval effort of a highly secret nature off San Clemente Island a few months after the start of the war — not between the coast and the island proper, but on the east open ocean side. They told Jack, to their knowledge nothing ever came of it and nothing of any size was found or located, although over the years they heard rumors to the contrary. For one thing, apparently whatever they were looking for sonar was not able to detect it. So too, they had been diving during the day which was fairly typical, doing so in conjunction with the civilian contracted Navy salvage vessel ARS-1 Viking. However, the regular daytime teams, including the two aforementioned hard-hat guys, were pulled and sent back while a so-called specially trained night diving crew was brought in moving to the deep open V-shaped trench directly off the southeast tip of the island. What the night-divers found, if anything, is not known.

Secondly, Jack told me even though San Clemente Island was run and controlled by the Navy and off limits HE could, if I was so interested, get me on the island. Which needless to say, I took him up on. So, even though some may talk about San Clemente using my ideas, unlike most, I have actualy been there and looked the place over to see if any of it was remotely possible. To this day I cannot say for sure, only that I saw the object that night as a young boy, it was huge, as big as a Zeppelin, and that La Paz told my uncle it went down off the coast.


CHAPTER 3

THE BATTLE OF L.A. OBJECT HAD 1440 ROUNDS OF ANTI-AIRCRAFT ROUNDS THROWN AGAINST IT, YET IT STILL GOT AWAY.

HOW DID IT ESCAPE?


In the above main text I write:

 

“(F)or unknown reasons just as it passed south of the Edison electric generating plant in Redondo, rather than continue south around or past Palos Verdes peninsula, it turned diagonally inland headed in a south southeast direction.”

 

In the text I use the term “for unknown reasons.” The term is used here by me because other than my own suspcions or speculations, the REASON for the object’s change in direction is not known. How could the object and/or any intelligent or artificial intelligent operating systems thereof, have reached the conclusion, i.e., “known,” that continuing along the coast in the same direction that it would encounter anything any different than what it already had encountered? That is to say, if the potential possibilities of what it faced was so much different than what it already faced that it would necessitate a change of direction at that specific place and time just past the Edison steam plant, as far as the object was concerned, what could that difference be — and how would it have known? I do not know how it would have known, but there was a difference, and because of that difference, a very good reason for a change in direction.

It has to do with air and coast defenses.

People have a tendency to think that the defenses deployed around the Los Angeles area generally and the aircraft factories specifically in February of 1942 was adequate to good when in reality they were less than adequate to hardly good at all. Matter of fact, in December of 1941, only 60 days before the Battle of L.A., it had been reported that there were only 12 guns on hand to protect all the defense plants in the area. From The Army Air Forces in World War II Volume VI :

 

“Similarly, the antiaircraft (AA) units, trained and administered by the Coast Artillery but assigned to the interceptor commands for operational control in 1941, were too few and their equipment too scarce. There were so many vital installations in relation to available AA strength that dispositions had to be based on a system of priorities–which meant in reality that responsible officers did the best they could to guess where attacks were most likely to be made. Typical of the gulf between needs and resources was the situation in southern California. The first plans of 1941 were so ambitious as to be dubbed, later, the “Santa Claus Plans.” By late August 1941 a moderate schedule to cover immediate emergencies had been framed. This minimum plan called for 120 three-inch guns for Los Angeles and its immediate environs, but in December there were only 12 guns on hand to protect all the defense plants of that area. For San Diego the Army had no mobile AA strength at all to assign. The planners related later that they had done everything they could for San Diego–they had prayed that no attack would come.”

 

It was anti-aircraft guns from the 4th Antiaircraft Command that opened fire against the giant unidentified airborne object. The unit involved under the aegis of the Command was the 37th Coast Artillery Brigade (AA) under of which the 65th Coast Artillery Regiment (AA) located in Inglewood and the 205th Coast Artillery Regiment (AA) located in Santa Monica were the initial active participants. At the time both regiments armament consisted of 3-inch and 37mm anti-aircraft guns and it was a combination of those guns and those from surrounding batteries that expended the nearly 10 tons of ammunition that rained down all over Los Angeles and the surrounding cities during the supposed raid.(see) At higher elevations the 3-inch guns and the 1.5 inch shells of the 37mm guns made no visible impact. As the object turned south along the surf line near El Segundo and headed toward Redondo Beach it lowered its altitude to parallel the beach just above the ocean with still no ill effect. Just after passing the Edison plant it turned diagonally inland toward the south southeast crossing almost directly over the Happy Hour Cafe at 400 Strand and owned by the infamous Fifie Malouf, barely staying above the low lying hills that crested along Garnet Street, dropping to the south side of the hill along Torrance Boulevard and crossing over the 300 block of Lucia Street. Then, gaining altitude, it headed out over the oil fields and agriculture lands beyond.

It is my suspicion the diagonal turn inland just past the Edison plant was a designed move and done so because of what was forging out in the ocean just a short distance south of the generating plant. The Redondo Beach pier. According to World War II Comes To Redondo installed on the end of the pier were two 155mm guns. Not wussy 3-inch or 37mm guns, but huge big babys that fired full 6-inch in diameter projectiles. The object seems to have had the ability to withstand the anti-aircraft rounds without incident, but the 155mm rounds at such a close range from both guns in tamden, maybe not so well.

 


ONE OF TWO 155mm GUNS PLACED ON THE END OF
REDONDO BEACH’S PIER, DECEMBER 1941 TO 1943

The object turned inland toward the low coastal hills, hugging first the top then cresting over toward the bottom as they ran eastward along Torrance Boulevard. The guns on the pier did not have full 360 degree turning ability, and even if they could swing around they would not have been able to level their barrels on the object because it could not be seen. Plus, firing with such large bore rounds so close to the ground would have torn to shreds any civilian structures in its path.

The same is true when the object first turned south along the surf line near El Segundo and headed toward Redondo Beach and lowered its altitude. The reason it skirted just above the surf line at a fairly low elevation was because sitting between El Segundo and Redondo Beach in the city of Manhattan Beach were two of the most formidable weapons it would have encountered along its path. Even more so than the two 155mm guns on the Redondo Beach pier.

In the center of Manhattan Beach just a few blocks inland were TWO huge 8-inch railway guns mounted on specially built flatcars sitting on a spur track laid just for the guns. Both guns were hidden inside false-sided buildings built in such a way to resemble two oversized farmhouses inorder to disguise the guns from enemy agents, aircraft, or submarines.

The guns could easily fire their five-hundred pound projectiles for up to twenty miles. So to, unlike the Redondo guns, they were able to rotate all the way around in a full 360 degrees. They just were not able to fire at an object so close in just above the beach — and, even if they did, everything in their path between the end of their gun muzzle and the beach would have been pulverized. Instead the object just slipped on by.

Of course making the diagonal turn across the flatlands in behind the sea-facing 16 in coast defense guns emplaced at Fort MacArthur was not such a bad choice either. A single hit by one of their 2,240 pound projectiles within a range of 26 miles and most likely it would have been goodbye object.

 

In conjunction with the above, two other Redondo Beach residents other than just myself have come forward over time and expressed their experiences regarding the Battle of Los Angeles, in turn inadvertently confirming the actual flight path of the object as it traveled over Redondo that night after it turned inland just past the Edison plant.

In high school, before I got my first car, and long before I ever thought of writing anything about the Battle of Los Angeles, my buddies and I used to stop at a mom and pop market for cokes and penny candy on the way home from school. The market was not really “mom and pop” per se’ as it was actually owned and run by a father and son team named Edwards who had lived in the neighborhood for years. My brother and I used to cut the grass of many homes in the area on weekends and during the summer, and school or not, we always stopped by the little market to get snacks and drinks. They would even let us run a tab if we were short of cash.

The senior Edwards, who collected coins and had a complete set of Lincoln pennies himself, encouraged all the kids who came into the market on a regular basis to start a penny collection, which my brother and I did. Since Edwards had access to lots of change he used to save piles of pennies for any kid starting a collection to sort through for any they might need or wanted to upgrade to. All of us, of course, were always hoping to find a 1909 S-VDB or a 1943 copper penny. The younger Edwards, overhearing us kids talking about the lack of 1943 copper pennies one day enlightened us with wartime shortages and such. A couple of local men who came into the store joined in and soon the topic turned to the Battle of Los Angeles.

The younger Edwards was around 20 years younger than his dad, and was himself a grown man, married with a family. He grew up in Redondo Beach and lived in a house on Juanita Avenue two or three houses past my Merchant Marine Friend, almost on the top of the crest of the Garnet Street hill. He was probably in his early 30s or so in 1942 when the object crossed right over his house. As he told it he was awakened in the darkened pre-dawn hours by what he thought was the sound of gunfire. Then the house began to rattle, then shudder, causing a few things to fall off the shelves as though a bulldozer or a freight train had gone by right out front of the house on the sidewalk or something. He ran outside just barely catching a glimpse of what he said looked like the dark black hull of a “flying ship” cresting over and going down the hill toward Torrance Boulevard. He raced inside, threw on a pair of shoes and a jacket over his pajamas and ran out to the top of the hill thinking all along that whatever it was crashed into the houses on Lucia Street or into the oil fields beyond. When he got to the top of the hill none of the houses were destroyed, nothing was on fire, and there was no sign of the object.

I recently received a credible email from a reader of my works who now lives in Arkansas or Oklahoma who lived in Redondo Beach as a young boy at the time of the Battle of Los Angeles. He lived with his mom on the 200 block of South Guadalupe Avenue near where it crosses Garnet Street — only a few blocks down the hill due west from where the younger Edwards lived. If you remember, Edwards was awakened by what he thought was gunfire. The mom of my emailer woke him up and got him out of the house because rounds of gunfire were whizzing right across their front yard, tracking toward some airborne object just north of them that was coming up from the beach. His mother had gone outside to see what all the commotion was and saw the object darkly shadowed on and off from behind apparently by distant searchlights trying to find it. By the time the emailer got outside the shooting had stopped and whatever they were trying to hit had already crested east of him over the hill so he never saw it.

The interesting part is that years and years before the man ever emailed me to tell me he lived in Redondo Beach as a kid and rounds of gunfire whizzed right across his front yard the night of the Battle, when the younger Edwards and the men were talking about the incident in the market the day I was looking at pennies, there was a boy with one of the men he was talking to. The boy, who we did not know, had come over to the end of the counter where we were sorting pennies and told us he was from Hollywood Riviera and when he was a kid they had an anti-aircraft gun mounted in their front yard. He said that in February of 1942, a couple of days after his 7th birthday, “the Army was firing it north up the beach toward Redondo all night long.”

The point past the Edison steam plant where the object turned inland toward the southeast, the ground generally slopes up from sea level at the beach to around 150 feet within a mile or so. The object must have already been flying at or near that height as it did not seem to need to change altitude much as it approached the level of the top of the hill. It was clearly exposed to ground fire in the open air broadside from both the north and south before it began hugging the rooftops of the houses built along the higher level ground. It was out of range of anything from the north and to the south, the Hollywood Riveria battery was almost two miles away. That did not stop it from opening up on the object for the short time it had it in profile. It just was not effective, the rounds were falling all over the place before and beyond its path. It was attested to by the emailer going around the next day with a couple of buddies picking up pieces of shrapnel in various far-flung parts of the neighborhood.

90mm Anti-aircraft guns OR 3-inch Anti-aircraft guns:

Over and over in reports regarding the Battle of L.A. it is stated that the the 37th Coast Artillery Brigade began firing 12.8-pound anti-aircraft shells at the unidentified object (just Google “12.8-pound anti-aircraft shells” and you will see what I mean. The last time I checked there were over 43,000 results). The 12.8 pound figure given as the weight of the anti-aircraft rounds used against the unidentified object is a typo most likely from some long lost original source that has been repeated again and again until it has taken on a life of it’s own. Even Wikipedia cites the 12.8 figure. It should have been 12.5 pounds. BUT, in either case, using 12.5 or 12.8, the guns used against the unidentifed aerial object that night could NOT have been 90mm.

  • The shell weight for the 90mm anti-aircraft round is 23.4 pounds
  • The shell weight for the 3-inch anti-aircraft round is 12.5 pounds

The below from History of the 4th Antiaircraft Command, I, 115-25, and IV, Docs 28 and 29.:

 

“During the next hour they expended some 1,400 rounds of 3-inch antiaircraft ammunition against a variety of “targets” in the Los Angeles area. Exhaustive inquiries on 25 February accumulated a mass of conflicting evidence as to what these targets were.”

 

The source for the following figures regarding the number of of anti-aircraft rounds expended and the size of the rounds expended has been compiled through the research data provided by The History of the 4th AA Command, Western Defense Command, Jan 9 1942 to July 1 1945:

TIME: 0306. Batteries B, C and D of the 65th and Battery B of the 205th
482 rounds of 3-inch

TIME: 0333. Batteries B, C, D, G and H of the 78th and B, C and D of the 122nd
581 rounds of 3-inch, 38 rounds of 37mm

TIME: 0355. Batteries C and D of the 65th
100 rounds of 3-inch

TIME: 0405. Batteries B, C, and D of the 78th
246 rounds of 3-inch

TOTAL ROUNDS: 1447

TOTAL WEIGHT OF 3-INCH ROUNDS @ 12.5 LBS EACH: 17,612.5 POUNDS (8.8 tons)

From the Footnote text above:

 

“At the time both regiments armament consisted of 3-inch and 37mm anti-aircraft guns and it was a combination of those guns and those from surrounding batteries that expended the nearly 10 tons of ammunition that rained down all over Los Angeles and the surrounding cities during the supposed raid.”

 

The above 17,612.5 pounds of 3-inch rounds does not factor in the 38 rounds of 37mm shells nor do the figures reflect additional or “unaccounted” ordinance which could easily add up to the NEARLY 10 tons of ammunition so cited. However, considering the almost two-to-one weight ratio between 3-inch rounds and the 90mm rounds it is almost impossible to rectify the use of 90mm rounds.

 

Please note that the total number of batteries officially reported as responding to the raid that night, Batteries B, C and D of the 65th; Batteries B, C, D, G and H of the 78th; B, C and D of the 122nd; and Battery B of the 205th, add up to the total number of guns (12) as found in The Army Air Forces in World War II Volume VI:

 

“(The) plan called for 120 three-inch guns for Los Angeles and its immediate environs, but in December (of 1941) there were only 12 guns on hand to protect all the defense plants of that area.”

 

For whatever reason the anti-aircraft battery at Hollywood Riviera is not included in any of the statistics. It was most likely not on a full up and running status or even on an active operational list, with the crew still in training status. They most likely simply just joined in impromptu.

 

NOTE: If you have not read any of the Footnotes in either section or the above section please do so by scrolling down toward the bottom of the page.

 

 

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FOOTNOTE [1]


In the main text above, I write that the object, after leveling off over the ocean “reduc(ed) it’s speed to a near crawl some 50 miles out, turning inland somewhere near Point Dume.” I then go on to say:

 

“Scattered eyewittness accounts from years later pick up the object apparently dropping down into the radar shadow by hugging the mostly unpopulated ridge-line along the north side of the Santa Monica mountains in an easterly direction.”

 

Sometime in the early 1990s I set a meeting with a man who had been an eyewitness to a portion of the Battle of Los Angeles and able to add a bit of credence to the possible accuracy of the “scattered reports” that the object hugged the mostly unpopulated ridge-line along the north side of the Santa Monica mountains in an easterly direction as it headed toward it’s rendezvous with history.

In my exclusive interview, according to the man’s story, whose name was William “Bill” Stout, and who had been a carpenter in civilian life and went on to build hopped-up Ford flathead wooden hull speedboats after the war, had joined the Navy in his late teens or very early 20s following Pearl Harbor. The Navy shipped him off to Point Hueneme and Point Mugu near Ventura, California, to help in the early stages of construction of the naval facilities they were building there. In the process he met and started seeing a young woman that lived in a fairly isolated section of the mountains east of Heuneme not far from Paramount Ranch, an old western movie set used on and off over the years by various film studios.

Late one night after seeing and covorting around with the young woman (his words, not mine), he was racing back to the base to make sure he would not miss morning muster when, on a small road leading up toward the town of Agoura, his car got a flat tire.

The man had borrowed the vehicle from a fellow Navy buddy and in that he was totally unfamiliar with all the ins-and-outs of changing the tire on that specific model of car, as well as being caught on a super dark night along the road with no flashlight, it took much longer to change than expected — as well as quite a bit more effort. Finally finished, even though it was cold and late as well as him being tired and dirty, he sat on the side of the road, lit a cigarette and sort of leaned back in the tall weeds to rest his back for a few minutes. No sooner had he done so when some sort of a giant object, a huge gigantic flying thing not much higher than the tops of the trees — and not making a sound, but all the while blocking out a good portion of the night sky and most of the stars — slowly crossed overhead curving toward the east after coming out of a more south southwesterly direction.

When he got back to the base the place was in turmoil. People were running everywhere, forming up into platoons, getting into the backs of trucks carrying rifles, gernades, and gasmasks. He was told the city of Los Angeles was under attack from the air, there was a statewide blackout and everybody was going to be spread out along the coastline to protect the city and country from invasion. Some trucks did leave, but most didn’t and by sunup everything had pretty much calmed down. Eventually they were told the whole thing was a fluke, to put the weapons away and to go back to their regular business. Shortly thereafter he was sent to the South Pacific and he pretty much forgot the incident.

Then one day in the late 1980s he saw a movie on television titled 1941. Although a comedy, in the movie the California coast was attacked by a Japanese submarine and the ensuing outcome, except for the giant airborne object, was highly similar to what he began to remember from his experience in 1942. The thing is, when he began to tell people about the incident HE experienced nobody knew what he was talking about. Eventually his story filtered down to me and since I had seen the object as a young boy myself, I sought him out to hear what he had to say and then went to physically visit the areas he mentioned.(see)

As far as describing the object itself is concerned, he said, because there were trees on both sides of the road where he stopped and the fact that it made no sound, the object was practically on top of him before he ever saw it. He said at first he thought it might have been a blimp except it was shaped more like a “brick” and seemed heavy like one too, albeit possibly curved somewhat rather than square-like and flat in the front like a brick. Also, as he found out later, at the time of the fly over there was an area-wide blackout. The thing is, not knowing about any blackout, because it was so dark that night where he pulled over, he left the headlights on to reflect off the trees to give him as much light as he could in order to change the tire. He thought the object flew over his location on purpose because the headlights, dim as they were, unbeknownst to him at the time, still provided the only real visible light source for miles around.

In addition to his discription of the object “looking like a brick,” later in the conversation he told me the incident was an eerie-like reminder of another incident that happened a few months before. He was doing some sort of training for the Navy using an inflatable seven-man liferaft. He was coming onto the beach IN the raft with some equipment as several of his buddies guided it alongside in the water holding onto ropes when the boat was swamped by a huge wave and flipped over. He was trapped underneath as the forward momentum of the waves pushed him along with his face and body being scraped by the sand and rocks. Until the raft washed back into deeper water and he was able to get out of underneath it with the help of his buddies he thought he was either going to suffocate or drown. He said when he first saw the giant flying object overhead that night he thought it looked a lot like an upsidedown liferaft — he also, for a quick few moments, felt the same apprehension or fear that he felt when he was trapped under the liferaft in the water. Like he was going to suffocate or drown.

 

In June of 1966, one of only two operational prototype mach three XB-70 bombers crashed. As a result there was a short term rash of publicity surrounding the plane in the press, including the release of photographs in a number of popular magazines and other sources that depicted the plane from a variety of angles and operational modes.

Albert Nozaki, an eyewitness to the ‘UFO over L.A.’ reports that although the XB-70 itself did not resemble the object he saw that night in its totality, some photos that he did see during that rash of publicity following the crash struck him because of the way the plane was photographed reminded him of the object he saw that night. The closest that captures the essence of what he was trying to say looked something like the following:

 


MACH-3 XB-70 SEEN FACE-ON IN FLIGHT WITH WING TIPS DOWN

It is fairly easy to visualize that if an airborne object of similar configuration, especially of any length, flew directly over the top of you at a slow suffocating low altitude and you looked up, that you might describe the object — at least from your viewpoint — as looking like an upside down life raft.

 

A PRESENT DAY SIGHTING?

In a first ever description of a similar observation that I have ever heard of from any source, one that parallels the account given by MY own eyewitness — that is, that the the huge object he observed looked like an upside-down liferaft — has been brought to my attention. Although I am yet to pinpoint a specific year or date, it seems to have been seen sometime in the 1980s, around thirty to forty years AFTER the Los Angeles flyover — and not over L.A., but in place called Bickel’s Camp located in the desert about 100 miles north of Los Angeles, in an area called Last Chance Canyon. The object, as described below, was seen by three men, Mark Aslin, the current caretaker of Bickel’s Camp, John Bullock and Walt Bickel:

 

“The three men went outside and beheld an awesome sight. In the eastern sky hovering over the nearest hill was an enormous dark object.

“‘It was shaped more or less like an inflated life raft,’ Aslin recalled. ‘The sky was crystal clear and it was a brilliant, star-studded night.’ Aslin pointed out that desert living had made them accustomed to ambient stillness, but the silence they encountered that night was like being deaf.

“‘Then the shape moved over the cabin slowly,’ he said. Everything became unearthly hushed. ‘You couldn’t hear animals, insects or even the wind. It became frighteningly quiet in a desert known for silence.’ The object moved on slowly and disappeared in the west.”(source)

 

I had been in and out of the Bickel Camp since the time, as a young boy, I was found wandering in the desert all alone by an old man in a jeep who took me there. Because of that I knew one of the witnesses personally, Walt Bickel, the man the camp was named after. However, I had not been to Bickel Camp since 1972 when I stopped by to tell Bickel that my dad, who was a onetime old prospector friend of his, died. The object flew over the camp well after my last visit so, not only had I never discussed the sighting with Bickel, I wasn’t even privy that it happened until recently. I do know Bickel’s word was as good as gold and if he said he saw it, he saw it. And if it was huge and looked like an inflated life raft it was huge and looked like an inflated life raft. For more on Walt Bickel and any relationship I may have had with him through my father from my youth to adulthood please see The Tree and/or go to:

 

ALEX APOSTOLIDES

NOTE: Even though the Navy man was sent to the South Pacific and says he pretty much forgot the incident it should be stated that at the time of his covorting around with the young woman in the mountains near Paramount Ranch he was engaged to another woman, a woman of which he eventually married after the war. Now while it is true he pretty much forgot about the incident, that is the fly over of the giant object, he found it difficult to discuss under most circumstances and so he didn’t because he felt the how of how it happened undermined the fidelity of the relationship with his wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


FOOTNOTE [2]



In relation to what I have presented above there are some that see what they consider as inconsistancies regarding sirens going off or not going off in the Redondo Beach area when the object flew diagonally over the city. A number of people have said they lived in Redondo Beach at the time of the alledged incident and apparently, if it happened they say, slept right through it. They were sure they would have woke up if air raid sirens had gone off — hence in their esteemed opinions, no sirens went off and thus then, inturn, my father could not have been woken up by sirens, meaning I guess, the whole thing is hot air.

In the main text I say my dad got up that night when the ‘sirens went off’ to do his air raid warden stuff and eventually practically everybody on our block was outside to see what was going on. Further on, in Chapter 3, writing about a Redondo Beach resident named Edwards, and, although not mentioned, like my father an Air Raid Warden, related the object crossed right over his house — which was directly under the path of the object and only a minute at the most before it crossed over my house. As Edwards told it he was awakened in the darkened pre-dawn hours by what he thought was the sound of gunfire. He said nothing about sirens. So too, no mention of sirens from a young boy who lived only a few blocks down the hill due west from where Edwards lived. His mother woke him up and got him out of the house because rounds of gunfire were whizzing right across their front yard, tracking toward some low-flying airborne object north of them.

Just as the object came off the ocean and a few minutes before it reached the boy’s and Edwards house, a woman who lived along the Strand that paralleled the beach said she had heard a ruckus going on outside, sirens, guns firing, all kinds of stuff, so she went out on to the Strand only to see this “thing” a few hundred feet above the beach slowly glide overhead off the ocean, not making a sound. Before it reached Edwards an eyewitness reported hearing sirens. When it got up to Edwards at the top of the hill a mile inland he says nothing about sirens but, like the boy’s mother, being awakened by gunfire. Seconds later my dad says he was awakened by sirens. So, what’s the scoop?

Being a very young boy at the time of the object’s fly over, I mention, in relation to my ability to remember things of the era, that the girl next door had a lifesize cardboard toy fighter plane-type cockpit — colored on one side with dials and windshield and printed only in black and white on the backside — with a movable square cardboard joystick. The girl’s name was Mary Lou. Now, while it is true I am not sure of her age, if she was into her teens or not, however old or young she was my mother saw it such that she was old enough to babysit my brother and I. She lived with her parents along with her curmudgeon old grandfather. I remember him specifically because he helped me out of a childhood bind I had got myself into. He was a sort of Rube Goldberg inventor type guy that seemed like he could fix or build anything. He had set up a junk filled workshop in the detached dirt floor single-car garage on the back of their property collecting, working on, and making stuff he said was to thwart the “impending invasion.”

 


Soon as World War II started my dad went to work at the shipyards in Terminal Island. Up until just before the war began my dad worked for the Firestone Tire and Rubber Company in South Gate, California. While there, after doing some sort of beyond the cause of duty work for some high ranking officials, as a reward, in addition to just compensation, he was given a very rare Firestone promotional object — a deep blood red special-built scale model version of the 1939-1940 Indianapolis winner, the Boyle Special. It was an exquisitely handmade down to the last nut and bolt scale model, about 12 inches long, and just like the actual race car, had real (albeit miniature) inflatable Firestone tires on wire wheels. The model also had a highly louvered hood that was held down by little miniature belts and when undone and opened, revealed a scale model albeit non-operable engine. Just like the real car it also had a metal steering wheel rimmed with wood, attached in some fashion to the front wheels that by turning the steering wheel the front wheels would turn. My father was continually telling my brother and I the race car was not a toy and not to mess with it. Of course, every chance I got and nobody was around I would get it down and run it all over the floor by hand. One day in doing so I broke the steering mechanism.

After tinkering with it myself for awhile in an attempt to fix it with no results I asked Mary Lou if she could get her grandfather to look at it. He was able to repair it in no time and as far as I knew my father never knew about it. I bring it up because amongst his junk while I was in his shop I saw a portable hand held, hand-crank air raid siren similar to the one pictured above in conjunction with this footnote. It wasn’t unusual to find Mary Lou’s grandfather out in his shop at all hours of the day and night for one reason or the other. On the night the giant object flew over he was awake during the early morning hours working in the garage while at the sametime monitoring emergency-band radio frequencies like he often did when he became aware something big was going on. After hearing gunshots in the distance he grabbed his air raid siren and went out on the street. It was his siren that awoke my father and it was he that gave an early warning to the rest of my family and the residents on our street.

 

BOYLE MASERATI 8CTF

 

OF COBRAS, SCARABS, MASERATIS, AND ZEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


FOOTNOTE [3]


In Roswell Incident Updated, describing a dual “disc” sighting near Williams, Arizona on Monday morning June 30, 1947, just days before the so called Roswell crash down, the following is presented:

 

“(S)wooping in behind and over his left shoulder from out of the northwest and only a few hundred feet above the top of the truck were two large, sharp-edged, almost flat circular-shaped objects, blunt across the back and seemingly made of metal. The objects were flying side by side with one slightly in front, both headed ESE out over the horizon at an incredible high rate of speed. In only the few seconds it takes the boy to scramble up from under the dash the objects are gone, leaving in their wake only a small residue lingering in the air like the smell of electricity and a quarter-mile wide swath of thick swirling air laying turbulently above the treetops like a sweltering mirage over a desert dry lake.”

 

The quote is accompanied by the following drawing:


Now, while it is true the description of the two objects over Williams were more “fighter-like” and lithe than “bomber-like” and heavy, the general shape of the crafts are frightenly similar to what is written describing the L.A. object. Notice the shovel shape and the “blunt across the back” comment in comparison with the drawing. In that the L.A. object is said to be more “battleship like,” in a form follows function sort of way, a PT boat and a battleship are similar in that both are boats, thus because of their nature similarly shaped. The two Williams objects and the L.A. object are similar even if the dimensions are quite different.

Four hundered miles north in Reno, Nevada, in an article recounting the L.A. event from reporters on the scene and witnesses that contacted friends or relatives in Reno, the major local newspaper, the Reno Evening Gazette, dated February 26, 1942, presented the following:

 

“Still others who watched the spectacle, if it can be called that, sighted no planes in the glare of the army’s searchlights. A number, however, reported seeing ‘something that looked like a giant butterfly.'”

 

Seen from a distance others have reported the L.A. object was round with a slight hump in the middle, and overall, possibly elliptical in shape. Round meaning more circular like a plate or Frisbee, not dimensionally round like a globe or a ball. So too, the object was not cigar shaped either. As far as THIS report goes, the L.A. object as seen was never observed from the side, in profile, or in profile from a distance — only at very close range from the front, underneath, then the stern, all at night during a blackout and all out of range of searchlights. The upside down shovel shape similar to the drawing still stands. If you recall from the above:

 

Face on as I remember it, the object was not round or circular like a Zeppelin or a blimp (i.e., not cigar shaped), but wide and flat or slightly curved toward the center concave-like across the bottom from the the outside edges. It seemed bluntly-wedged or possibly sloped toward the top and back somewhat in the front, sort of like the triangular or boxy shape of present day stealth aircraft or more closely, an upsidedown pointed shovel. The rear or stern was thick and rectangle in shape (i.e., blunt across the back), rounded on the corners, flat or slightly concave on the bottom, flat on top toward the rear curving gently or falling off to the sides near the front as it narrowed, thinning more so toward the front, although not aerodynamically so.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


FOOTNOTE [4]


 

My comments on “the stereotypical percolator coffee pot lid disc-like objects of the day with little glass humps on top,” is not intended to make fun of or denigrate any of the “tens of thousands of eyewitness accounts of UFOs in this country and elsewhere that have come to light in the course of the last six decades” that DID report objects of such a nature. It is just that the L.A. object did NOT fit into one those types of sightings. So, regardless of Littleton’s comments saying my observations of the object were “skewed” or “atypical” it could be mine, if not spot on, at least slipped more closely into the perimeters of reality. If you remember from the main text above, the following is what Littleton himself said he saw:

 

“(M)y mother and I failed to spot either the hump or the possibly reflective orange glow. Indeed, I strongly suspect that what we saw was the object’s ventral, or ‘belly’ side, which at that altitude was simply glowing white. In any case, as the Times image clearly indicates, the anti-aircraft barrage had begun, and the searchlights were following it steadily.” (source)

 

Now while it is true I have never seen one of the “typical” coffee pot type discs personally, a person very influintial in my life I call my Mentor, of whom I originally began my study-practice under between my junior and senior years in high school and who himself had studied under the venerated Indian holy man the Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi, observed an object of similar nature while traveling in the Himalayas in search of the Hemis Manuscripts. It is from his sighting I get the nomenclature “coffee pot lid.”

He told me what he saw after we ran across a poster in a book store one day regarding one of my favorite movies, The Day the Earth Stood Still. I brought up the fact that as a young boy I had gone with my uncle to Roswell because he wanted to see if there was any truth behind the so called Hieroglyphic Writing reported on some of the metal scraps — and before that I had personally observed the giant airborne object of unknown origin that came known as the Battle of Los Angeles.

With all those thoughts in mind, when we got back to his place he went through a handful of leather bound diary-like books until he found the specific one he was looking for. Then he thumbed through the pages until he found the page he wanted. On the page showed me an entry with a small drawing and the date and time: “AM August 1927.” The entry, and I remember it well because a few days later I went back and copied it word for word with a ballpoint pen on the inside-back of my belt — and saw it there many times for years afterwards, read:

 

“Coming in just above the horizon arcing out of the north, a huge circular object, shiny like polished metal. Not an aeroplane. No wings, no sound. Like a coffee pot lid. Very fast.”

 

What is most interesting about the whole thing is that a man by the name of Nicholas Roerich, of which I found out about many, many years after seeing my mentor’s entry, was traveling in almost the exact same general area, only in the opposite direction (i.e., headed toward Tibet from China) also in search of the Hemis Manuscripts. In 1929 he published his diary chronicling HIS search under the title Altai-Himalaya: A Travel Diary. On pages 361-62, Roerich writes the following under the date August 5, 1927:

 

“On August fifth – something remarkable! We were in our camp in the kukunor district, not far from the humboldt chain. In the morning about half-past nine some of our caravaneers noticed a remarkably big black eagle flying above us. Seven of us began to watch this unusual bird. At the same moment another of our caravaneers remarked: ‘there is something far above the bird,’ and he shouted his astonishment. We all saw, in the direction north to south, something big and shiny reflecting sun, like a huge oval moving at great speed. Crossing our camp this thing changed in its direction from south to southwest, and we saw how it disappeared in the intense blue sky. We even had time to take our field glasses and saw quite distinctly the oval form with the shiny surface, one side of which was brilliant from the sun.”(source)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


A QUICK PERSONAL NOTE:


Between the time of the February 1942 incident regarding the huge flying object over Los Angeles (of which above, I state I remember so clearly even though I was of a young age) and me going to Roswell with my uncle in the summer of 1947 (of which I also remember quite clearly), a series of unusual and dramatic events transpired that impacted my life adversely. The sum total of those events did nothing but strengthen my memory and insight into the incidents surrounding the so-called Battle of L.A.

The events included the unexpected (at least by me) death of my mother sometime around the time I started kindergarten or first grade. Being taken to India by a couple from another country without the approval or authorization of my father even before the death of my mother, albeit with the unintended privilege of meeting the venerated Indian holy man, the Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi in the process. My return from India and death of my mother was followed quickly by the suicide of a dear and close relative from the blast of a shotgun he stuck in his mouth and of which, within minutes of the aftermath, I personally stumbled upon — followed even more quickly by an auto accident wherein I was rendered unconscious and found wandering in the middle of the desert all alone. The cumulative effect of all those events on my child’s mind initiated a two year-plus blackout period of any memory, a collapse of thought reaching from my mother’s death forward to the end of that two year period. The blackout period, as I have chosen to call it, is elaborated more thoroughly in the quote below — from The Last American Darshan, linked further down and of which the quote is found:

 

“There I was, a young boy barely even closing down on six or seven years of age, not long returned from India, without a mother, having missed both her final days and her funeral as well, standing with my mouth open, staring down on what only minutes before was someone else dear to me, not just gone, but excruciatingly gone. My aunt, stunned into disbelief at what she saw, with the car still in gear and engine running let her foot slip from the clutch as she apparently tried to step out of the car and run toward her husband. The vehicle lurched forward in one huge leap, crashing into the swung open garage door knocking it and me down and rendering me unconscious. It took nearly two years and reasons unknown before I suddenly came out of a nearly amnesia-like walking coma. Everything that I knew and should have remembered about my mother’s sickness, India, the time leading up to that moment in the garage, and being with my grandmother, either evaporated or was deeply covered over. Days, weeks, months, all gone. In closing that gap I remembered only up to one side, a side well before my mother ever got sick. A happy loving childhood with a mother and father and playing with my brothers and kids in the neighborhood. A house full of toys and my older brother learning to ride a bicycle. Then suddenly out of nowhere finding myself on the other side, somehow being almost two years older and stepping out of a car clutching a tiny suitcase with nothing but a handful of crummy belongings and sack full of dirty underwear and not knowing how I got there, taken by a stranger to live with a family that owned a flower shop, and of which, I was sure I had never seen or heard of before in my life — a time period which encompassed the failure of me to stay with the flower shop people including me running away from home on more than one occasion and because of same, ending up with living with my grandmother and uncle — with everything else in-between those two moments of my short childhood gone.” (source)

 

The reason I bring it all up is that Professor Littleton, now deceased (November 2010. see), upon reviewing my material on the L.A. UFO as presented above, and, although he tends to agree with what I have to say because it substantiates his observations that the object turned inland somewhere around Redondo Beach, seems to think — because of being younger than him at the time — that my observations of the incident are, or can be, as he puts it, “shaky.” Under any other normal circumstances I would have a tendency to agree. However, and this is a BIG however, because of the fact that as a kid I lost so much of my childhood due to the blackout period, in my mind, during and after that blackout period I went over and over everything that I could think of that happened prior to the death of my mother, a time period, of course, that included the 1942 L.A. incident. I dredged up and held onto anything and everything I could remember, talk about, or think of — down to the most minute thing that involved me, my mother, father, and family. I needed to. My family was gone. I had nothing. In doing so, tons of things were permanently imprinted in my mind from my early childhood that anyone else in a normal situation would most likely sort out as unimportant and discard from their memory banks.

In many places around the net in my works I relate in context a number of instances that could be cited relative to the above, but have chosen not to do so because whatever is being discussed is part of what is being presented and not part of a proof of what I may remember or not. If you don’t include what I have said about the air raid siren in a previous footnote, one of the best examples of an uncited memory reference (until relating it here now) is the importance of the circa 1942 Captain Midnight decoder badge played in my life called a Photo-Matic Code-O-Graph. The following, of which I recall the events very clearly, is from the source so cited:

 

“Up until the start of high school the only real possessions I dragged about with me throughout my childhood in good order, other than the U-235 Atomic Pistol, was a collection of cereal box-top offers called Captain Midnight decoders. Although I eventually collected all of them up through 1949, my favorite was the 1942-1944 Photo-Matic Code-O-Graph. People who knew me as a young boy recount that after I got my first decoder badge, a Photo-Matic Code-O-Graph, which I sort of misappropriated from my older brother without his approval or knowledge and after which not only I wouldn’t give up, but for years, once getting my hands on it, they seldom saw me without. They say me listening to Captain Midnight and deciphering his Secret Squadron messages all the while coveting the decoder for myself raised a huge inter-sibling calamity and fuss in the family. But my mother, seeing that using the decoder required dealing with letters and numbers, and me willingly learning them at such an early age, bought a bunch of Ovaltine and sent for another decoder so both my brother and I would have one — one of the few fond memories I have of my mother prior to her death a couple of years later, and why I think, a major reason for the importance of the decoder throughout my life.”(source)

 

As time has moved on, of course, I have taken in and discarded thousands of things — but those childhood memories that I so intensely called up relating to a time growing up while my mother was still alive and my family was still together will always, higher powers willing, remain super-etched in my memory.

A few years later in my childhood, as I reached toward my mid to late eights to around twelve years old, although on and off my father was in and out of the picture, as was my grandmother, stepmother, et al, for the most part during that four year period I was overseen by my uncle .

My uncle told me the first time he ever saw me I was basically not much more than a walk-around one or two year old toddler. According to how he remembered it he came by the house one day to see my mother and father while on a trip through Southern California. After that, nearly six years went by before we were to cross paths again. Because of my blackout period, which happened several years after he first saw me, but before catching up with me at eight years old, and his remembering me as seemingly a regular kid, he became concerned with “how my brain worked” — or didn’t work like everybody else’s as the case may be. That, along with the fact I did not talk much, after discussing his concerns with my dad, but for reasons unexplained to me at the time, my uncle began taking me around to various people he thought might share some light on my so-called predicament. In the process he took me to the temple of Paramahansa Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship near San Diego(see) as well as high into the mountains of the Sierras to meet with a man of great spiritual Attainment by the name of Franklin Merrell-Wolff. After our meeting and without me being within earshot, Wolff and my uncle talked a long while. Following the several hours drive after leaving Wolff’s mountain compound I was tired and wasted and fell asleep for what seemed like forever.

What followed after I woke up I cannot confirm had anything to do with Wolff except from my own suspicions. It could have been because my uncle was an artist and it would be an easy ploy for him to work it in, but, following the several hours drive after leaving Wolff’s mountain compound and my long sleep, within minutes of me waking up my uncle had me make simple free-form drawings in cartoon or comic book narrative style of what was going on in my head — something we had started long before Merrell-Wolff and continuing on for years afterwards. Then we would sit down and go over the drawings verbally, with me explaining in my own words what I drew and the why of my thoughts behind their visual content. In the process of those discussions my uncle either took notes at the time or wrote notes later about my drawings and what I said.

One day many years later as an adult, during a period of time just prior to his death, I went to visit my uncle in Santa Fe, New Mexico, a visit that I am sure both of us felt in our hearts would be our very last time. During the process of that visit, as we often did, we started going over the many years we spent together as I was growing up. Only this time, besides just talking, unlike in the past, he began rummaging around in a few old boxes he pulled down from the attic. In those boxes he came across several files and large envelopes filled with a jumble of handwritten notes — notes he made over the years regarding any number of things, but mostly notes that contained references to our travels and times together. No dates were included to speak of nor were any of the notes to my knowledge — except for possibly a few — written on the scene. Most were jotted down several days or more after the fact from informal talks while riding in the truck, sitting in a cafe, or huddled around some rock-ring campfire someplace. For an additional perspective on the handwritten notes please see Footnote [5] at The Sun Dagger site.

Contained within that jumble of handwritten notes were at least two full pages that either covered or were related to what I told him following drawings I made on the Battle of Los Angeles, the night of the battle, and the object (although it wasn’t called the Battle of Los Angeles in the notes — nor were any of MY drawings in with the notes). One of the two pages was fully covered both front and back with his personal comments along with his own Da Vinci-like small sketches included here and there, of what told him.

At the time my uncle penned the notes, and having no idea about me having gone over and over everything I could think of about my early childhood as mentioned above, he was somewhat surprised with the minute details I seemed to be able to remember. Knowing I would have to had been fairly young at the time of the incident — and thinking what I said was more of a product of a vivid imagination than memory — he approached my father who, although for unknown reasons never talked about it, experienced seeing the object quite clearly himself that night. Apparently he asked my dad to confirm what, if anything, I had told him. In the process, not only did my dad confirm all that I said almost down to the letter, but my uncle ended up with a whole other page of notes that contained nothing but comments from my dad’s own eyewitness account, a dad who was not just a kid at the time of the incident like me, but a grown man of age thirty-seven years. Hence, my ability to add to and present more specifically such things as my father and neighbors taking off down old Sepulveda, the Lomita air strip, shark gills, etc.

 

THE WANDERLING AND HIS UNCLE
Their Life and Times Together

 

THE LIVERPOOL LETTERS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



In the above, of which this Footnote is referenced to, I write:

“Because of my blackout period, which happened several years after he first saw me, but before catching up with me at eight years old, and his remembering me as seemingly a regular kid, he became concerned with “how my brain worked” — or didn’t work like everybody else’s as the case may be. That, along with the fact I did not talk much, after discussing his concerns with my dad, but for reasons unexplained to me at the time, my uncle took me high into the mountains of the Sierras to meet with a man of great spiritual Attainment by the name of Franklin Merrell-Wolff.”

The following is how it was explained to me later:

My uncle’s mother was a Quaker. Even though he was raised in the religion he never followed it nor practiced it. However, through her practice of the religion his mother met and knew a woman by the name of Gretchen Green. Green was a nurse who just so happened went to India and opened, then ran, a health clinic for a major Indian personage by the name of Rabindranath Tagore. Tagore’s father was a Maharshi and Tagore himself was an artist and international renowned poet, having received, in 1913, a Nobel Prize Laureate in Literature.

In October of 1930 Tagore was in the United States doing educational fundraising and exhibiting his artwork, with shows in Boston, Philadelphia, and New York. Through the long standing connection between my uncle’s mother and the nurse Gretchen Green, a steadfast healthcare professional who Tagore had an exceptionally high opinion of, my uncle was able to finagle an introduction — an introduction that turned out to be much more destiny filled than just a mere passing handshake in a crowded, cold gallery.

Tagore traveled in all the right circles, writers, artist, politicians, mystics, gurus. Among others he met Shunyata who, in 1974, I met as well. Equally interesting, during the 1930 visit we are talking about here, Tagore appeared on stage with the interpretive dancer Ruth St. Denis at the Broadway Theater in New York City. Inturn, unconnected to any of the events above, twenty-four years later, it was St. Denis who, in 1954, introduced me to Swami Ramdas.

Although Tagore was not an Enlightened being nor did he present himself as such, he did play to the hilt the Indian side of things by strongly portraying himself as a mystic poet and philosopher — which in all reality, he was. There was something soothing or mystic-like about him my uncle sensed while in his presence. In the process my uncle was taken by Tagore and, for awhile, immersed himself into Indian religious thought.

For my uncle, raised in a Quaker tradition, eastern spiritual thought seemed so open and exotic. About ten years before meeting Tagore the groundwork for things spiritual on the eastern side of things had been set into motion, generously, in an odd sort of way, opening the door for a much more receptive attitude by my uncle when Tagore came along.

From my uncle’s early post high school years through to the end of the depression he was a struggling artist. He did everything he could to earn a few bucks as long as it was art related. In the early 1920s he took a job doing minor art resoration for Edward I. Farmer. Farmer was an art dealer in New York City with upscale galleries at both 5 West Fifty-sixth Street and 16 East Fifty-sixth Street. He offered a variety of Chinese works of Art as well as European antiques. He is remembered for the most part for mounting fine Chinese porcelains and jades into decorative lamps and desk accessories. While my uncle was working in the gallery studios he met a Japanese man by the name of Yeita Sasaki that was sculpting jade for Farmer. Sasaki, who at the time was a formost Zen adept and one of the first major Zen Buddhists in America, would, in 1928, become a full-fledged Zen master known as Sokei-an, receiving Inka Shomei from his teacher Sokatsu Shaku.

Sokei-an was an advocate of “direct transmission,” as was his student and follower Mary Farkas. If you have gone to my page on Alfred Pulyan you may recall he too was an advocate of “direct transmission.” You may also recall that the mysterious female, Pulyan’s Teacher, and the person most responsible for his transformation, was a friend of Farkas. About “direct transmission,” Sokei-an, in his own words, says:

 

“I am of the Zen sect. My special profession is to train students of Buddhism by the Zen method. Nowadays, there are many types of Zen teachers. One type, for example, teaches Zen through philosophical discourse; another, through so-called meditation; and still another direct from soul to soul. My way of teaching is the direct transmission of Zen from soul to soul.”

 

Years later, because of a still lingering sub-surface lean toward Zen Buddhism and Indian philosophy-religion, and knowing I had been to India and returned in a somewhat can’t quite put your finger on it altered state, it is my belief that my uncle talked with my father about his concerns, putting an India type philosophic-like spin on things. In the process he must have informed my dad that he had taken me to see Paramahansa Yogananda at his Self-Realization Fellowship near San Diego.(see) My father never heard of Yogananda, but it just so happened he knew Franklin Merrell-Wolff, the two of them having met when they were both gold prospectors together in the old days. Talking with my uncle my dad remembered that Merrell-Wolff had some sort of a spiritual epiphany. Knowing him both before and after that epiphany, and remembering after that Merrell-Wolff exhibited similar — as my father called them, fucked up tendencies — he sent me and my uncle to see him. See The Tree.

 

In addition to the above, and while it is true my uncle never told me directly, it is my belief that it was through Tagore that my uncle was able to set his first meeting with Albert Einstein. In July of 1930, about four months before my uncle met Tagore, Tagore Interviewed Einstein. It is thought, by extrapolating inferences over time from my uncle, that it was through the Tagore-Einstein connection the initial meeting between my uncle and Einstein unfolded, inturn setting the stage for the meeting between the scientist and myself. See:

 

 

SKIPPING ROCKS WITH EINSTEIN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



It just so happens that when my uncle took me to the Fellowship a young man by the name of Robert Adams was there seeking to becoming a monk with the order. Adams, who was around age 16 or so at the time, actually had a spontaneous Enlightenment experience a couple of years prior and was in the process of trying to make some sense of it. With no insight coming from Yogananda, Adams, still the young boy he was, made the decision to travel to India on his own, staying at the ashram of Sri Ramana Maharshi for three years. He and I met again some 40 years after that first encounter, described in the following from the Robert Adams link above:

 

“During that later crossing of paths sequence Adams, refering back to what I call our first meeting, told me he was sure he recognized me, having seen me once before, many years previously. He remembered me specifically because he was at the temple of Paramahansa Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship near San Diego in the process of possibly becoming a monk with the order. He said he was around 16 or 17 years old and been there a few months when I was brought in by a man with a beard he said was my father to see Yogananda. He said it seemed I had been to India a year or so prior and returned with what the man with the beard was concerned with as being an odd preception of the world. Conjecturing somehow that the problem might be spritual in nature, Adams said my father began taking me around to a variety of people he thought might be able to shed some light on the situation. Eventually, in the process, ending up taking me to Yogananda at the exact sametime Adams just happened to be there.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



The movie alluded to by the eyewitness titled “1941” it is thought by some to be loosely based on the events of 1942, at least it was close enough that it reminded my eyewitness of what he experienced. In the movie John Belushi plays an Army Air Force pilot, Captain Wild Bill Kelso. The plane he flys is a Curtiss-Wright P-40 Warhawk painted in the colors of a Flying Tiger. Many years after the war a P-40 being restored to full flight status by a friend played a huge role in one of the episodes in my life. The P-40 in question had escaped destruction during the bombing of Pearl Harbor because of being in a hanger at Wheeler Field in Hawaii undergoing maintenence — only to crash several months later during a training flight. Nearly fifty years after the war my friend and some associates pulled the wreck off the mountain and restored it to flight condition. Me going by to see the restoration of the P-40 one day on a whim opened up a door to answering a question that had been nagging me since childhoood. See:

P-40 WARHAWK: PEARL HARBOR SURVIVOR


 

 

 

UFO OVER L.A.: THE BATTLE OF LOS ANGELES.

Men like happy, positive women. So don’t complain about the lack of service at a restaurant or how long you had to wait in a line. Show your upbeat personality.

Dont:

Paint your face like a clown, STINK of perfume, have floozy hair, yellow teeth or bad breath, be an alcoholic, have a hairy body, bitchy and whiny attitude, cuss like a sailor, Nag: ever, or ask for more than you give!

via 10 Things Men Find Unattractive – Millennial Lifestyles.

A former high class call girl is suing an ex-boyfriend after he said she was not a prostitute.

Dr Brooke Magnanti who achieved fame as blogger “Belle de Jour,” writing about her experiences as a $500 an hour call girl is taking the legal action in Scotland, reports the Independent.

It may be the first time in legal history a woman has sued for not being called a prostitute.

It is thought the case is against an ex, Owen Morris.

He began a legal action against her in 2013, claiming he did not believe that she was a prostitute when they were together in a relationship.

She in turn has counter sued, claiming her reputation would be damaged by doubt being cast over whether she was a prostitute.

Her blog spawned two best-selling books and a British TV series, “Secret Diary of a Call Girl.”

Magnenti is now a forensic scientist and writer.

She started writing her call girl blog in 2003, funding her life as a doctorate student by working in the sex trade.

American-born, but now a British citizen, Magnanti’s identity was revealed in 2009.

Former call girl sues ex for saying she wasn’t a prostitute – NY Daily News.

FATAL heroin overdoses in America have almost tripled in three years. More than 8,250 people a year now die from heroin. At the same time, roughly double that number are dying from prescription opioid painkillers, which are molecularly similar. Heroin has become the fallback dope when an addict can’t afford, or find, pills. Total overdose deaths, most often from pills and heroin, now surpass traffic fatalities.

If these deaths are the measure, we are arguably in the middle of our worst drug plague ever, apart from cigarettes and alcohol.

And yet this is also our quietest drug plague. Strikingly little public violence accompanies it. This has muted public outrage. Meanwhile, the victims — mostly white, well-off and often young — are mourned in silence, because their parents are loath to talk publicly about how a cheerleader daughter hooked for dope, or their once-star athlete son overdosed in a fast-food restaurant bathroom.

The problem “is worse than it’s ever been, and young people are dying,” an addiction doctor in Columbus, Ohio — one of our many new heroin hot spots — wrote me last month. “This past Friday I saw 23 patients, all heroin addicts recently diagnosed.”

So we are at a strange new place. We enjoy blissfully low crime rates, yet every year the drug-overdose toll grows. People from the most privileged groups in one of the wealthiest countries in the world have been getting hooked and dying in almost epidemic numbers from substances meant to numb pain. Street crime is no longer the clearest barometer of our drug problem; corpses are.

Most of our heroin now comes not from Asia, but from Latin America, particularly Mexico, where poppies grow well in the mountains along the Pacific Coast. Mexican traffickers have focused on a rudimentary, less-processed form of heroin that can be smoked or injected. It is called black tar, which accurately describes its appearance. Cheaper to produce and ship than the stuff of decades past from Asia, heroin has fallen in price, and so more people have become addicted.

The most important traffickers in this story hail from Xalisco, a county of 49,000 people near the Pacific Coast. They have devised a system for selling heroin across the United States that resembles pizza delivery.

Dealers circulate a number around town. An addict calls, and an operator directs him to an intersection or a parking lot. The operator dispatches a driver, who tools around town, his mouth full of tiny balloons of heroin, with a bottle of water nearby to swig them down with if cops stop him. (“It’s amazing how many balloons you can learn to carry in your mouth,” said one dealer, who told me he could fit more than 30.)

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The driver meets the addict, spits out the required balloons, takes the money and that’s that. It happens every day — from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., because these guys keep business hours.

The Xalisco Boys, as one cop I know has nicknamed them, are far from our only heroin traffickers. But they may be our most prolific. As relentless as Amway salesmen, they embody our new drug-plague paradigm.

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Xalisco dealers are low profile — the anti-Scarface. Back home they are bakers, butchers and farm workers, part of a vast labor pool in Xalisco and surrounding towns, who hire on as heroin drivers for $300 to $500 a week. The drug trade offers them a shot at their own business, or simply a chance to make some money to show off back home — kings until the cash goes. Meanwhile, in the United States, they drive old cars with their cheeks packed like chipmunks’, and dress like the day workers in front of your Home Depot.

The heroin delivery system appeals to them mainly because there is no cartel kingpin, no jefe máximo. It is meritocratic — so unlike Mexico. They are “people acting as individuals who are doing it on their own: micro-entrepreneurs,” said one phone operator for a crew who I interviewed while he was in prison. They are “looking for places where there’s no people, no competition,” he said. “Anyone can be boss of a network.” Thus the system distills what appeals to immigrants generally about America: It is a way to translate wits and hard work into real economic gain.

The money, meanwhile, helps paper over the Mexican small-town animus against drugs, and the guilt many feel at watching their product reduce kids just like them to quivering slaves.

They are decidedly nonviolent — terrified, in fact, of battles for street corners with armed gangs. They don’t carry guns. They also have rules against selling to African-Americans because, as one dealer put it, “they’ll steal from you, and beat you.”

The Boys started out on the fringes of the drug world in West Coast cities. In the late 1990s, they moved east in search of virgin territory. They avoided New York City, the country’s traditional center of heroin, because the market was already run by entrenched gangs. The city still has enormous supplies of dope coming through it, mostly imported now by traffickers from the Mexican state of Sinaloa, and by Dominicans who buy it from Colombians. But New York is no longer the country’s sole heroin hub. They also skipped cities like Philadelphia and Baltimore, where black gangs control distribution.

The Xalisco Boys migrated instead to prosperous midsize cities. These cities were predominantly white, but had large Mexican populations where the Boys could blend in. They were the first to open these markets to cheap, potent black-tar heroin in a sustained way. The map of their outposts amounts to a tour through our new heroin hubs: Nashville, Columbus and Charlotte, as well as Salt Lake City, Portland and Denver.

THEY arrived in the Midwest just as a revolution in American medicine was underway, and an epidemic of pain-pill abuse was spreading over that region.

In the ’90s, some doctors came to believe that opioid painkillers were virtually nonaddictive when used for pain, and they prescribed them freely — not just for terminal cancer patients, but for chronic pain sufferers, too. Many patients were in pain. But instead of pursuing more complicated pain solutions, which might include eating better, exercising more and, thus, feeling better, too many saw doctors as car mechanics endowed with powers to fix everything quickly.

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Too often, opioid painkillers were prescribed to excess; after I had my appendix removed a few years back, I received 60 Vicodin, when four might have been enough.

A result has been a rising sea level of prescription painkillers that continues today, of opioids such as Percocet, Vicodin and OxyContin. Sales of these drugs quadrupled between 1999 and 2010. Addiction followed. And this has given new life to heroin, which had been declining in popularity since the early 1980s.

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In places like Columbus, the Xalisco Boys stumbled onto multitudes of new addicts, many of whom were already hooked on opioid pills that doctors had prescribed. Their heroin was cheaper than the pills, yet provided a similar high. And their delivery system made heroin conveniently available to suburban white kids who possessed the trinity of American prosperity, essential to the Xalisco system: their own cellphones (to call the dealer), cars (in which to meet the dealer) and private bedrooms (in which to shoot up and hide the dope).

Prescription pain pills have created a new home for heroin in rural and suburban Middle America. Thanks to them, the Xalisco Boys built what the justice department called the first coast-to-coast distribution networks, which also included Hawaii and, for a time, Alaska.

They have kept their edge by betting not on guns but on marketing. Just as pharmaceutical companies promoted prescription pills to doctors as the solution to demanding chronic-pain patients, the Xalisco Boys promoted their system as the safe and reliable delivery of balloons containing heroin of standardized weight and potency. The everyday solution for white suburban addicts afraid of rummaging around Skid Row for dope. Only a phone call away; operators standing by.

Today, they are our quietest traffickers. And our most aggressive. Other heroin dealers wait for customers to come to them. The Xalisco Boys drive after new ones. They hang out at methadone clinics offering patients free samples. They offer price breaks and occasionally make customer survey calls: Was the dope good? Was the driver polite? Any customers showing signs of quitting get a visit from a driver plying them with free hits.

They are the only network of Mexican traffickers I know of that manufactures its own product, exports it wholesale into the United States and then retails it on the street in tenth-of-a-gram doses, thus controlling product quality, price and customer service.

The police try to combat them, but they are like the Internet of dope — a crew can shut down as quickly as a website. One strategy is to arrest drivers, confiscate their cars and apartments. That raises the business costs of the crew owners back in Xalisco, who continue to oversee drug production and recruit new drivers from Mexico. Arresting these owners would be more effective, but we’d have to depend on Mexican law enforcement — which is hobbled by corruption, and stretched thin by far more violent drug networks — for that.

What we can do is improve our rehabilitation options for those trapped in addiction. Some argue that we should also legalize heroin. But we already have a legal opioid for addiction maintenance. Methadone, when administered properly, is cheap, safe, crime- and needle-free and, unlike heroin, requires one daily dose, thus allowing addicts to live relatively normal lives. Of course, methadone can also keep an addict tethered to dependence. Besides, both of these responses address only the symptoms of the epidemic.

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The tale of the Xalisco Boys, indeed the spread of heroin across America, really gets back to prescriptions for pills to kill our pain.

Traveling the country to write a book chronicling this story, I was struck by how much agony we create in pursuit of numbed pain. It also occurred to me how un-American this is. America’s greatest idea is self-reliance. That we can take charge of our lives and not have them determined for us. This idea inspires immigrants who come here. It is, in essence, what the Xalisco Boys are about, despite their diabolical behavior. But opiate addiction is the opposite of that American idea. Opiate addicts relinquish free will, enslaved to the pursuit of painlessness.

Some places have gained ground on the epidemic. Portsmouth, Ohio, was among the first to see a generation addicted, and pill mills — pain clinics where doctors prescribed pills for cash and without a proper diagnosis — were virtually invented there. Portsmouth, like a junkie who has hit rock bottom, has found within it a spirit of self-reliance that has helped kindle a culture of recovery. The town shuttered the pill mills. Narcotics Anonymous meetings are now everywhere; recovering addicts are studying to be counselors. And after years of watching jobs go abroad, in 2009 townspeople stepped in to save one of Portsmouth’s last factories — a shoelace manufacturer, which now exports shoelaces to China, Mexico and Taiwan.

Like Portsmouth, we need to take accountability for our own wellness. There is a time and a place for pain pills, of course. But we need to question the drugs marketed to us, depend less on pills as solutions and stop demanding that doctors magically fix us.

It will then matter less what new product a drug company — or the drug underworld — devises.

Sam Quinones is the author of “Dreamland: The True Tale of America’s Opiate Epidemic.”

Serving All Your Heroin Needs – NYTimes.com.

How this Brit wooed 2 gorgeous women into his ‘throuple’ – NY Daily News.

 

 

 

 

“The family has requested that members of the media and the public respect its privacy during this extremely difficult time,” a family spokesman said in the statement.

 

Getty had a restraining order against his former flame, and the unidentified woman had been placed under psychiatric care in the past after injuring cops when they responded to the house.

His ex-girlfriendcalled 911 reporting that he was suffering from cardiac arrest, the site said.

Andrew Getty, 47, was found naked from the waist down in the bathroom of his Hollywood Hills home around 2 p.m. with significant bleeding to his rectal area after suffering blunt-force trauma, a police source told the Los Angeles Times.

It’s unclear how the injury was caused.

While the death appeared to be from natural causes,

Blunt force truama to the ass is a natural cause?  Please inform us all what in this natural world will cause us to die from massive bleeding out of our ass.

it was called an accident

because of medication found at the scene, Los Angeles County coroner’s Assistant Chief Ed Winter said.

I guess even a dead “girlfriend” can cause the same problem….

An Argentinian man died during sex with a scarecrow he elaborately dressed up as a woman, reports say.

A kinky Argentinian man croaked while having sex with a scarecrow that he dressed in lipstick and a wig — and strapped a sex toy on, according to reports.

Jose Alberto, 58, was found dead in his San Jose de Balcare home, lying next to the straw doll, the Irish Mirror reported.

“There were no signs of violence, and we are working on the assumption that the man died during sex with the scarecrow,” police spokesman Rodolfo Moure told the publication.

The depraved sex fiend, who tended to sheep, had puffed up the scarecrow with clothes and tied a 6-inch strap-on penis to it, reports said.

His rotting remains were found after neighbors complained to police of a foul stench coming from his home, where he lived alone.

Autopsy results have not yet been released.

mchan@nydailynews.com

At least some women know when to get out….

A Nigerian woman is seeking to annul her recent marriage after finding her husband’s penis to be ‘too big.’

A Nigerian man’s huge penis proved to be a deal breaker for his new bride who described sex with him as “a nightmare.”

The woman’s request for an annulment to her one-week-old marriage sparked laughter in a Zamfara courtroom once she explained her shocking reason, Nigeria’s Tribune reported.

But Aisha Dannupawa, a previously married mother of three, said the matter was anything but funny.

“When he came (over), we had sex but the experience was a nightmare,” she said of her sexual relations with Ali Maizinari. “Instead of enjoying the sex, it turned out to be something else, because his penis was too big.”

Dannupawa said her mother gave her medication after their first painful attempt at intimacy. But the second time they tried to have intercourse she resolved to never do it again.

When he came (over), we had sex but the experience was a nightmare.

Her husband, who did not deny his girth, told the court that he’d be willing to dissolve their marriage if she returned the dowry he had paid, as well as the money spent courting her.

He estimated he paid 60,000 Nigerian Naira or about $300.

The court asked the couple to try to reconcile one last time before their next appearance.

Oil fortune heir Andrew Getty dies of rectal injury in L.A. – NY Daily News.

“These findings suggest that lifestyle practices that reduce bacterial dispersal — specifically, sanitation and drinking water treatment — might be an important cause of microbiome alterations,” the University of Alberta’s Jens Walter, senior author of the Papua New Guinea study, said in a news release.

Sanitation practices are generally a good thing, but scientists say beneficial bacteria are lost along the way. For example, the team behind the research in Venezuela found that the Yanomami tribespeople harbored bacteria that may play a role in boosting immune response and metabolizing carbohydrates. Another example is Oxalobacter formigenes, a microbe that’s linked to a decreased risk of kidney stones.

“The challenge is to determine which are the important bacteria whose function we need to be healthy, and have a healthy, educated immune system and a healthy metabolic system,” said Maria Dominguez-Bello, a medical researcher at New York University’s Langone Medical Center who is the senior author of the study.

But TheRealDeal does offer countermeasures against potential fraud. Like the Silk Road and its ilk, it asks that all bitcoin transactions through the site be kept in escrow, so the payment can be returned to the buyer if the seller doesn’t deliver. And unlike most Dark Web markets, it allows only so-called multisignature transactions. That means the bitcoins are held at an address jointly controlled by the buyer, the seller, and the market’s admins. For the money to be moved to the seller’s account, two out of three of those parties must sign off on the deal, giving the administrators the tie-breaking vote to resolve disputes. (Despite that system, it’s still not clear exactly how those disputes would be resolved. In many cases, TheRealDeal admins would likely have to test exploits themselves to know if a buyer had been scammed.)

TheRealDeal goes further than many past markets in attempting to assuage its users’ fears that the market itself might attempt to steal their bitcoins. Though it collects a fee on every transaction (3 percent or .1 bitcoin, depending on the size of the sale) it never asks the user to store their bitcoins in a wallet controlled by the market itself. Therefore, it can’t pull the sort of “exit scam” other markets like Sheep Marketplace and more recently Evolution have, abruptly shutting down and absconding with millions of dollars worth of users’ coins. “We don’t have a wallet, we don’t want your coins and want to assure you that we will not run away with your coins one day,” the site’s FAQ reads.

Just who’s running TheRealDeal is, as with most Dark Web markets, a mystery. An administrator didn’t immediately respond to WIRED’s requests for an interview, and the site’s creators describe themselves only as experts in information security with a background in zero-day sales. “We consist of 4 partners who have a lot of experience in infosec,” they wrote in an anonymous Q&A with the Dark Web blog DeepDotWeb.

We have a lot of experience dealing in the [unencrypted, traditional internet] when it comes to 0day exploit code, databases and so on .. But the problem is that 90% of these dealers are scammers. People with a lot of experience can always do their best to determine if what they are buying is real based on technical information and demos but some of these ‘vendors’ are very clever and very sneaky. We decided it would be much better if there was a place where people can trade such pieces of information and code combined with a system that will prevent fraud and also provide high anonymity.

TheRealDeal’s creators aren’t the first to try bringing this gray market economy online. A website called WabiSabiLabi launched in 2007 with the aim of becoming an eBay for exploits. But the business soon surrendered that notion, due in part to sellers’ inability to prove the validity of their exploits without fully revealing them. Despite all its multisignature protections and escrow system, TheRealDeal could face a similar problem.

Unlike other players in the zero-day industry, however, TheRealDeal doesn’t face the added hurdle of trying to keep its sales legal or ethical. Companies like the French hacking firm Vupen, by contrast, argue that it sells zero-day vulnerabilities only to NATO governments or allies. Zero-day sales have become a lucrative underground trade in recent years, with government intelligence and law enforcement agencies often the highest bidders. Those buyers might be turned off by TheRealDeal’s approach of using Tor and bitcoin to obscure sellers’ identities. But that anonymity instead enables a “no-questions-asked” system that could draw a customer base of cybercriminals or authoritarian regime hackers.

If there were any remaining question about TheRealDeal’s legality, the site also sells a variety of money laundering services, stolen accounts, and drugs. Its zero-day sales are only the featured items in an anything-goes smorgasbord that includes everything from stolen identities to LSD and amphetamines.

In fact, TheRealDeal represents the Dark-Web economy’s continued progression towards a true, lawless free market. The Silk Road, though it tolerated some simple and easily obtained hacking tools, generally enforced a policy of only “victimless” crime.

TheRealDeal has no such restrictions. Its rules ban only child pornography and, strangely, services that offer “doxing,” the posting of specific users’ private information. But victims, if its anonymous form of zero-day sales catches on, will be just another part of the business model.

‘Alarming’ antibiotic resistance

Dominguez-Bello and her colleagues also found that the Yanomami tribespeople, who were “uncontacted” by Western visitors until 2009, nevertheless had gut bacteria with genes that could activate resistance to antibiotics. Some of the resistance genes could counter even the third- and fourth-generation synthetic antibiotics created to fight modern diseases.

The researchers say their findings imply that bacteria may possess an ancient but complex set of defense mechanisms that swing into action whenever they come across new threats.

Co-author Gautam Dantas, an immunologist at Washington University School of Medicine, told reporters that the finding was “alarming to us.”

“It emphasizes the need to ramp up our research for new antibiotics, because otherwise we’re going to lose this battle against infectious diseases,” Dantas told reporters.

The gut bacteria were extracted from fecal samples as well as skin swabs and mouth swabs, and then subjected to genetic analysis. The fact that the microbial communities were more diverse is in line with previous studies that have focused on Hadza hunter-gatherers in Tanzania and the Matses people of the Peruvian Amazon.

What’s good for the gut

The microbiome has become a topic of increasing interest in recent years, because scientists suspect it plays a crucial role in human health. The best-known illustration of the microbiome’s importance is the use of “fecal transplants” to cure a life-threatening intestinal infection known as C. difficile. In the future, microbiome therapy could address autism, obesity, food allergies and immune deficiencies.

Some of the bacteria identified in the guts of the Yanomami “might have therapeutic value” for such conditions, said Jose Clemente from the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai, another co-author of the study.

Dominguez-Bello emphasized that microbiome studies could help the Yanomami as well as more industrialized societies.

“It seems inevitable that the world is converging to westernized lifestyles,” she told reporters, “and so far it has been inevitable to observe how Amerindians when they integrate, or Africans when they westernize — how they quickly suffer our current diseases, obesity, diabetes. So I think that by learning what went wrong with our lifestyle … we’ll also benefit them in not suffering the same health consequences.”

In addition to Dominguez-Bello, Dantes and Clemente, the authors of the Science Advances study, “The Microbiome of Uncontacted Amerindians,” include Erica Pehrsson, Martin Blaser, Kuldip Sandhu, Zhan Gao, Bin Wang, Magda Magris, Glida Hidalgo, Monica Contreras, Óscar Noya-Alarcón, Orlana Lander, Jeremy McDonald, Mike Cox, Jens Walter, Phaik Lyn Oh, Jean Ruiz, Selena Rodriguez, Nan Shen, Se Jin Song, Jessica Metcalf and Rob Knight.

In addition to Walter, the authors of the Cell Reports study, “The Gut Microbiota of Rural Papua New Guineans: Composition, Diversity Patterns and Ecological Processes,” include Inés Martínez, James Stegen, Maria Maldonado-Gómez, A. Murat Eren, Peter Siba and Andrew R. Greenhill.

New Dark-Web Market Is Selling Zero-Day Exploits to Hackers | WIRED.

he assortments of bacteria that live within the intestines of isolated tribes are far more diverse than the microbes found in the guts of Americans — and scientists say such findings have implications for modern-day maladies ranging from obesity to antibiotic resistance.

The latest studies into the varying genetic signature of microbes found in the intestinal tract — also known as the microbiome — focus on Yanomami Indians in Venezuela’s Amazon region as well as on Papua New Guineans. The studies were published this week by Science Advances and Cell Reports, respectively.

In both cases, researchers found a greater variety of bacterial species than is commonly found in industrial societies.

 

“These findings suggest that lifestyle practices that reduce bacterial dispersal — specifically, sanitation and drinking water treatment — might be an important cause of microbiome alterations,” the University of Alberta’s Jens Walter, senior author of the Papua New Guinea study, said in a news release.

Sanitation practices are generally a good thing, but scientists say beneficial bacteria are lost along the way. For example, the team behind the research in Venezuela found that the Yanomami tribespeople harbored bacteria that may play a role in boosting immune response and metabolizing carbohydrates. Another example is Oxalobacter formigenes, a microbe that’s linked to a decreased risk of kidney stones.

“The challenge is to determine which are the important bacteria whose function we need to be healthy, and have a healthy, educated immune system and a healthy metabolic system,” said Maria Dominguez-Bello, a medical researcher at New York University’s Langone Medical Center who is the senior author of the study.

‘Alarming’ antibiotic resistance

Dominguez-Bello and her colleagues also found that the Yanomami tribespeople, who were “uncontacted” by Western visitors until 2009, nevertheless had gut bacteria with genes that could activate resistance to antibiotics. Some of the resistance genes could counter even the third- and fourth-generation synthetic antibiotics created to fight modern diseases.

The researchers say their findings imply that bacteria may possess an ancient but complex set of defense mechanisms that swing into action whenever they come across new threats.

Co-author Gautam Dantas, an immunologist at Washington University School of Medicine, told reporters that the finding was “alarming to us.”

“It emphasizes the need to ramp up our research for new antibiotics, because otherwise we’re going to lose this battle against infectious diseases,” Dantas told reporters.

The gut bacteria were extracted from fecal samples as well as skin swabs and mouth swabs, and then subjected to genetic analysis. The fact that the microbial communities were more diverse is in line with previous studies that have focused on Hadza hunter-gatherers in Tanzania and the Matses people of the Peruvian Amazon.

What’s good for the gut

The microbiome has become a topic of increasing interest in recent years, because scientists suspect it plays a crucial role in human health. The best-known illustration of the microbiome’s importance is the use of “fecal transplants” to cure a life-threatening intestinal infection known as C. difficile. In the future, microbiome therapy could address autism, obesity, food allergies and immune deficiencies.

Some of the bacteria identified in the guts of the Yanomami “might have therapeutic value” for such conditions, said Jose Clemente from the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai, another co-author of the study.

Dominguez-Bello emphasized that microbiome studies could help the Yanomami as well as more industrialized societies.

“It seems inevitable that the world is converging to westernized lifestyles,” she told reporters, “and so far it has been inevitable to observe how Amerindians when they integrate, or Africans when they westernize — how they quickly suffer our current diseases, obesity, diabetes. So I think that by learning what went wrong with our lifestyle … we’ll also benefit them in not suffering the same health consequences.”

In addition to Dominguez-Bello, Dantes and Clemente, the authors of the Science Advances study, “The Microbiome of Uncontacted Amerindians,” include Erica Pehrsson, Martin Blaser, Kuldip Sandhu, Zhan Gao, Bin Wang, Magda Magris, Glida Hidalgo, Monica Contreras, Óscar Noya-Alarcón, Orlana Lander, Jeremy McDonald, Mike Cox, Jens Walter, Phaik Lyn Oh, Jean Ruiz, Selena Rodriguez, Nan Shen, Se Jin Song, Jessica Metcalf and Rob Knight.

In addition to Walter, the authors of the Cell Reports study, “The Gut Microbiota of Rural Papua New Guineans: Composition, Diversity Patterns and Ecological Processes,” include Inés Martínez, James Stegen, Maria Maldonado-Gómez, A. Murat Eren, Peter Siba and Andrew R. Greenhill.

Microbiome Marvels: Tribes’ Gut Bacteria Reveal Biological Surprises – NBC News.com.

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This is too awesome!

So this girl was looking for a rich husband on a dating website. Her biography was very straight forward about her seeking a rich husband. In a quick summary, she is just a complete gold digger. But the email she received from the J.P. Morgan CEO was definitely not what she expected!

Girls Biography:

“I’m going to be honest of what I’m going to say here. I’m 25 this year. I’m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I’m greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.

My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?

Among those I’ve dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit.
If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.

I’m here humbly to ask a few questions:

1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches are only average-looking? I’ve met a few girls who don’t have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty”

Reply from J.P. Morgan CEO:

“Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.
My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I’m not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain.

Put the details aside, what you’re trying to do is an exchange of “beauty” and “money” : Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.
However, there’s a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can’t be prettier year after year.

Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It’s not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worse 10 years later.

By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a “trading position”.
If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term – same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or “leased”.

Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.This has better chance than finding a rich fool.

Hope this reply helps.

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via Girl Seeking A Rich Husband Did Not Expect This Reply! | CE.

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San Bernardino County Sheriffs beat a man that laid down and put his hands behind his back. The man kept his hands behind his back while being beaten.

EVERY COP THAT SHOWED UP WANTED SOME VACATION!
GOTTA GET A KICK IN! GOTTA GET SOME PAID ADMINISTRATIVE LEAVE!!

THE ONLY GOOD COPS (IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING USA) WILL BE HOLDING SIGNS OUTSIDE OF THE SAN BERNARDINO STATION DEMANDING ARRESTS AND CONVICTION OF OFFICERS THAT HAVE DISGRACED THEIR PROFESSION. Just go count them….. Oh I will for you ZERO.

These are not rogue cops.

These are what every fucking one of them are like.

Are you going to go quietly?

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California Sheriff Investigates ‘Disturbing’ Video of Suspect Being Beaten – NBC News.com.

 

Video shows deputies beating man who fled on horse – CNN.com.

antiangiogenic diet – The 12-25 Life

What is Angiogenesis?

 

Angiogenesis is the body’s process of growing blood vessels. Blood vessels deliver blood rich in nutrients and oxygen all throughout the body.  These vessels adapt to the environment where they form to complement the structures of the organs they support.

 

Most of the blood vessels were created while growing in the womb. Adults do not normally grow blood vessels except in special cases like:

 

  • monthly menstrual cycle when uterine lining is formed
  • during pregnancy when the placenta is formed connecting the mother and the baby
  • when wounds heal

 

When the is body is healthy, the body can turn angiogenesis on and off to perform these normal body functions.  When the body is not healthy, angiogenesis is thrown out of balance and the body might not be able to produce the blood vessels for normal blood flow or it may not be able to stop the growth of blood vessels, producing abnormal blood flow to certain tissues.

 

A Medical Revolution

 

A new cutting-edge research links an imbalance in angiogenesis to over 70  diseases including some of the most dreaded ones, like stroke, Alzheimer’s and cancer. Though these diseases appear to be very different in terms of the organ functions they affect and in the symptoms they exhibit, their underlying causes can all be linked to either over-stimulated or inhibited angiogenesis. Never before have the treatment of these illnesses been approached from a standpoint of angiogenesis.

 

The inability of the body to stimulate angiogenesis results in a lack of blood vessels that in turn result in the reduced blood flow to certain areas of the body. Among the diseases that are caused by insufficient angiogenesis are:

 

  • Chronic Wounds
  • Coronary Heart Disease
  • Peripheral Arterial Disease
  • Stroke
  • Neuropathies
  • Pre-eclampsia
  • Hair loss
  • Erectile Dysfunction

 

In other cases the body is unable to shut down angiogenesis or the body is flooded with angiogenic factors that stimulate the blood vessels to continue growing past the normal levels causing abnormal growth in tissues. The diseases that are caused by excessive angiogenesis are:

 

  • Cancer
  • Blinding Diseases
  • Psoriasis
  • Arthritis
  • Endometriosis
  • AIDS-Kaposi Sarcoma
  • Alzheimer’s Disease
  • Obesity
  • Multiple Sclerosis
  • Cerebral Malaria
  • Rosacea

 

Although Dr. Li, cited a number of diseases caused by angiogenesis, he focused on the treatment of two of the most serious and pervasive conditions, cancer and obesity. His angiogenic approach to treating these 2 conditions produced such glaringly  successful results, giving hope for the usual bleak prognosis especially in the case of cancer.

 

Angiogenesis and Cancer

 

The body naturally produces cancer cells. Autopsies of healthy people who died in a car accidents show that 40% of women ages 40-50 have microscopic cancer cells in their breasts and 50% of men in their 50’s and 60’s have microscopic cancer cells in their prostate. And by the time we reach our 70’s, 100% of us will have microscopic cancer cells in our thyroid.

 

Not all of these cells will develop into full-blown cancer. Without a blood supply, these cells cannot grow larger than 0.5mm³ (roughly the size of the tip of a ballpoint pen).  What determines whether these cancer cells will progress into a debilitating disease is if they form a blood supply. Angiogenesis is characteristic of every form of cancer that have progressed into disease. Without angiogenesis cancer cells remain harmless but with angiogenesis, these cells can turn into deadly tumors very rapidly.

 

As these cells mutate, they release angiogenic factors that stimulate vessel growth. Besides feeding the tumor with oxygen and nutrients, these blood vessels also allow the cancer cells to break off and be transported through the blood stream to other parts of the body (metastasis). When the body loses its natural ability to inhibit abnormal angiogenesis, tumors are able to flourish. Most tumors are diagnosed after angiogenesis has been turned on and left uninhibited for some time, allowing the tumor to grow and manifest as a disease.

 

Like cancer cells, fat cells also require a blood supply in order for it to grow. As more blood vessels grow within the fat tissue the more rapidly fat tissues grow. As in cancer, when the body lacks the natural ability to inhibit abnormal growth of blood vessels, fat tissues grow very fast leading to obesity. Angiogenesis also lies at the heart of obesity.

 

Angiogenesis as the Focus of Treatment

 

Dr. Li’s basic premise is, if angiogenesis is what causes the disease to progress, then you can stop the disease by blocking angiogenesis. This treatment is called Antiangiogenic Therapy.

 

Current cancer  treatments like chemotherapy, radiation and surgery focus on removing or destroying the tumor itself. These treatment will in most cases lead to the destruction of healthy tissue surrounding the tumor. Radiation and chemotherapy are highly toxic and may even be carcinogenic (known to cause cancer).

 

Antiangiogenic therapy focuses on inhibiting the growth of blood vessels to stop the blood from flowing to the tumor, thus starving the cancer. Since the blood vessels that feed the tumor, are weak and poorly constructed, they are quite vulnerable to this form of treatment. Since only the blood vessels are targeted, no healthy tissues are destroyed and the cancerous tissue simply shrinks and dies from the lack of oxygen and nutrients.  Patients enjoy a better quality of life, both during and after the treatment.

 

Dr. Li presented remarkable success cases using this treatment in both humans and animals for a broad spectrum of cancer types. Since 2004, more and more angiogenic drugs have been introduced into the market (see table below) as treatment for cancer. Equally effective was the use of antiangiogenic agents to control obesity. Dr. Li’s lab tests with mice showed that antiangiogenic therapy also worked very well in normalizing the weight of obese mice. He also discovered that although the therapy caused the obese mice to lose weight, it could not cause these mice to lose more weight beyond the normal weight of mice.

 

U. S. FDA Approved Antiangiogenic Drugs

 

Year Drug Treatment Target  (URL)
2004 Avastin Colon, lung , breast, brain, kidney  (https://www.drugs.com/avastin.html)
2004 Erbitux Colon, head and neck  (https://www.drugs.com/erbitux.html)
2004 Tarceva Lung, pancreatic  (https://www.drugs.com/tarceva.html)
2005 Endostar Lung  (https://cancertherapychina.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=78&Itemid=34)
2005 Nexavar Kidney, liver  (https://www.drugs.com/nexavar.html)
2005 Revlimid Multiple myeloma  (https://www.drugs.com/revlimid.html)
2006 Sutent GIST, kidney  (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/sutent.html)
2006 Thalomid Multiple myeloma  (https://www.drugs.com/thalomid.html)
2006 Torisel Kidney  (https://www.drugs.com/torisel.html)
2009 Afinitor Kidney  (https://www.drugs.com/afinitor.html)
2009 Votrient Kidney  (https://www.drugs.com/votrient.html)
2009 Palladia Mast cell tumors (canine)  (https://www.drugs.com/international/toceranib.html)

 

Lifestyle and Cancer

 

Although the survival rate for early stage cancers improved dramatically with the introduction of antiangiogenic drugs, medicine is still losing the battle with later stage cancers.  When the disease has advanced, treatment becomes difficult or impossible.  So Dr. Li started looking at the factors that contributed to cancer to find out how to prevent the disease from progressing beyond repair.

 

Cancer and Lifestyle

 

Of all the cancer causing factors, only 5-10% can be attributed to genes. 90-95% is due to environment. If we breakdown environmental factors 4-6% can be attributed to alcohol consumption, 10-20% to obesity, 15-20% to infections, 25-30% to tobacco consumption and 30-35% of the cases were pointing to diet.

 

So if diet was one of the largest contributors to cancer, then it deserved to be studied more intensively. The current focus was on what foods to remove from the diet. Dr.  Li wanted to know what could be added to the diet to reduce the incidence or recurrence of cancer.  Particularly he wanted to find out if we can eat to starve cancer. He tested ordinary food to see if doses attainable with a regular diet, could inhibit angiogenesis. He found out that it could.

 

Angiogenesis and Diet

 

Dr. Li’s  tests revealed that certain foods had powerful antiangiogenic properties.  He tested the effectiveness of cancer drugs, ordinary drugs and dietary factors in inhibiting abnormal growth of blood vessels in the lab. Remarkably, Dr. Li found out that there were food that were more effective than some drugs (both for common and cancer therapies). The graph from his presentation shows how these antiangiogenic agents stack up vis-a-vis each other.

 

Efficacy of Antiangiogenic Substances (From Dr. Li’s Presentation slide)

 

Efficacy of Antiangiogenic Substances

 

Below is a more detailed list of items included in the graph, showing the generic names, the brand names (italicized) and a link to their description:

 

  1. Irinotecan – Camptosar (Cancer Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/Camptosar.html)
  2. Simvastatin – Zocor (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/Zocor.html)
  3. Celecoxib – Celebrex (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/Celecoxib.html)
  4. Diclofenac – Cambia, Cataflam, Voltaren, Voltaren-XR, Zipsor (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/Diclofenac.html)
  5. Soy Extract – None (Dietary Factor)
  6. Paclitaxel-Onxol, Taxol  (Cancer Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/paclitaxel.html)
  7. Tamoxifen – (Soltamox)  (Cancer Drug)  (https://www.drugs.com/tamoxifen.html)
  8. Artichoke – None (Dietary Factor) 
  9. Doxycycline – Adoxa, Adoxa CK, Adoxa TT, Alodox, Avidoxy, Doryx, Monodox, Oracea, Oraxyl, Periostat, Vibramycin, Vibramycin Calcium, VibramycinMonohydrate, Vibra-Tabs, Doxy-D, Vibramycin Hyclate, Doxy Lemmon, Doxy-Caps, Morgidox, Morgidox 1x100mg, Morgidox 2x100mg, Ocudox Convenience Kit (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/doxycycline.html)
  10. Parsley – None (Dietary Factor)
  11. Berries – None (Dietary Factor) 
  12. Soy – None (Dietary Factor)
  13. Garlic – None (Dietary Factor)
  14. Red Grapes – None (Dietary Factor) 
  15. Brassica – None (Dietary Factor) (https://www.botany.com/brassica.html)
  16. Citrus 1 – None (Dietary Factor)
  17. Citrus 2 – None (Dietary Factor)
  18. Dexamethasone – aycadron, Dexamethasone Intensol, DexPak 10 Day Taperpak, DexPak 13 DayTaperpak, DexPak 6 DayTaperpak, Dexpak Jr. Taperpak, Zema Pak 10-Day, Zema Pak 13-Day, Zema Pak 6-Day  (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/dexamethasone.html)
  19. Pravastatin – Pravachol  (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/pravastatin.html)
  20. Lavender – None (Dietary Factor)
  21. Green tea – None (Dietary Factor)
  22. Glucosamine – None (Dietary Factor)
  23. Tumeric – None (Dietary Factor)
  24. Tea – None (Dietary Factor)
  25. Lenalidomide – Revlimid (Cancer Drug)  (https://www.drugs.com/mtm/lenalidomide.html)
  26. Captopril – Capoten  (Common Drug) (https://www.drugs.com/captopril.html)
  27. VItamin E – None (Dietary Factor)

 

Introduction of these food into the diet could actually prevent cancer in people who have no cancer and deter the growth of tumors in those who have already developed the disease. Several extensive epidemiological studies already show this to be true, as in the study of effects of tomatoes in the diet of 79,000 men. Tomatoes contain lycopene which is an antiangiogenic agent. The findings are as follows:

 

Tomatoes and Prostate Cancer

 

And of all those gentlemen who did develop cancer, the tomato-eating group showed significantly smaller tumors and less vessel abnormalities.

 

Tomatoes and tumor size

 

List of Cancer-Fighting Food (Antiangiogenic)

 

Other food that have antiangiogenic properties were also mentioned (listed below) arranged in the order of efficacy. To get a more comprehensive list of antiangiogenic food, visit the Eat to Defeat Cancer website at https://www.eattodefeat.org/.

 

  1. Soy Extract
  2. Artichoke
  3. Parsley
  4. Strawberries
  5. Blackberries
  6. Raspberries
  7. Blueberries
  8. Soybeans
  9. Garlic
  10. Red Grapes
  11. Red Wine
  12. Bokchoy
  13. Kale
  14. Broccoli
  15. Brussels Sprouts
  16. Cabbage
  17. Cauliflower
  18. Mustard
  19. Turnip
  20. Oranges
  21. Grapefruit
  22. Lemons
  23. Apples
  24. Pineapple
  25. Cherries
  26. Lavender
  27. Green Tea
  28. Glucosamine
  29. Tumeric
  30. Ginseng
  31. Maitake Mushrooms
  32. Licorice
  33. Nutmeg
  34. Pumpkin
  35. Sea Cucumber
  36. Tuna
  37. Tomato
  38. Olive Oil
  39. Grape seed oil
  40. Dark Chocolate

 

Please note that the benefits of a healthy diet cannot be attained with a few healthy meals for a short period of time. Health attained from diet is a result of habitually eating nutritious food preferably combined with other healthy habits like exercise, getting enough rest, managing stress and maintaining nurturing relationships.

 

For more information on clinical trials for Antiangiogenic Therapies for cancers and other diseases, visit the Angiogenesis Foundation website at https://www.angio.org. Below is the full video of Dr. William Li’s TED Talk.

 

Disclaimer:  The author is not endorsing the treatments discussed herein as a replacement for  professional medical advice. The information presented here are intended to showcase the development  of new therapies in the field. The suggested diet under normal circumstances should not pose any serious threats to health and would generally provide positive benefits, however if you are under treatment or medication please discuss with your health professional, any drastic changes you intend to make in your diet.

 

Dr. William Li: Can we eat to starve cancer? (TED Talk Video)

 

 

 

 

Anti Angiogenesis Foods

 

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Chief scientists at NASA said Tuesday we’ll have conclusive evidence of alien life by, at latest, 2045.

via NASA’s Top Scientists Have Concluded the Year We’ll Encounter Alien Life.

The quasi-annual variations appear to be driven by changes in the bands of strong magnetic fields in each solar hemisphere. These bands also help shape the approximately 11-year solar cycle that is part of a longer cycle that lasts about 22 years.

via Sun experiences seasonal changes, new research finds | UCAR – University Corporation for Atmospheric Research.

North Pacific Mode, is what’s causing the Pacific’s warm blob as well.

Is global climate change playing a role in the rise of the North Pacific Mode? Neither Bond nor Hartmann is willing to say. “I don’t think we know the answer,” Hartmann said. “Maybe it will go away quickly and we won’t talk about it anymore, but if it persists for a third year, then we’ll know something really unusual is going on.”

via What’s Causing Weird Weather? Blame a ‘Warm Blob’ of Water – NBC News.com.

Once contracted, there is no treatment for the virus, and the disease can often be fatal, Andreadis said. While there have been no reported human cases in the areas, Andreadis said that people who venture into wooded areas may encounter deer carrying ticks.

“These ticks will transmit this virus when they feed within a matter of hours, whereas with Lyme disease, for example, ticks generally have to feed up to two days before they’re capable of transmitting it,” Andreadis told WCBS 880.

The virus can often be symptomless before often infecting the nervous system and causing encephalitis and meningitis. Survivors can develop neurological symptoms such as muscle wasting and memory problems, according to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.

via Untreatable tick-borne virus found in Conn., expert says | Fox News.

 

Brain scan predicts autism outcome | UTSanDiego.com.

 

THE major factor driving increasing costs is the constant expansion of university administration. According to the Department of Education data, administrative positions at colleges and universities grew by 60 percent between 1993 and 2009, which Bloomberg reported was 10 times the rate of growth of tenured faculty positions.

Even more strikingly, an analysis by a professor at California Polytechnic University, Pomona, found that, while the total number of full-time faculty members in the C.S.U. system grew from 11,614 to 12,019 between 1975 and 2008, the total number of administrators grew from 3,800 to 12,183 — a 221 percent increase.

via The Real Reason College Tuition Costs So Much – NYTimes.com.

Man is sent to jail woman gets a ticket……

Sex in broad daylight: Shoppers get an eye full – 23ABC News.

Because the Holocaust is force fed by state law enacted at the demands of the special interest group that will benefit the most from it.

Uniformly, social studies textbooks fail to allow the Irish to speak for themselves, to narrate their own horror.

These timid slivers of knowledge not only deprive students of rich lessons in Irish-American history, they exemplify much of what is wrong with today’s curricular reliance on corporate-produced textbooks.

First, does anyone really think that students will remember anything from the books’ dull and lifeless paragraphs? Today’s textbooks contain no stories of actual people. We meet no one, learn nothing of anyone’s life, encounter no injustice, no resistance. This is a curriculum bound for boredom. As someone who spent almost 30 years teaching high school social studies, I can testify that students will be unlikely to seek to learn more about events so emptied of drama, emotion, and humanity.

Nor do these texts raise any critical questions for students to consider. For example, it’s important for students to learn that the crop failure in Ireland affected only the potato—during the worst famine years, other food production was robust. Michael Pollan notes in The Botany of Desire, “Ireland’s was surely the biggest experiment in monoculture ever attempted and surely the most convincing proof of its folly.” But if only this one variety of potato, the Lumper, failed, and other crops thrived, why did people starve?

Thomas Gallagher points out in Paddy’s Lament, that during the first winter of famine, 1846-47, as perhaps 400,000 Irish peasants starved, landlords exported 17 million pounds sterling worth of grain, cattle, pigs, flour, eggs, and poultry—food that could have prevented those deaths. Throughout the famine, as Gallagher notes, there was an abundance of food produced in Ireland, yet the landlords exported it to markets abroad.

The school curriculum could and should ask students to reflect on the contradiction of starvation amidst plenty, on the ethics of food exports amidst famine. And it should ask why these patterns persist into our own time.

More than a century and a half after the “Great Famine,” we live with similar, perhaps even more glaring contradictions. Raj Patel opens his book, Stuffed and Starved: Markets, Power and the Hidden Battle for the World’s Food System: “Today, when we produce more food than ever before, more than one in ten people on Earth are hungry. The hunger of 800 million happens at the same time as another historical first: that they are outnumbered by the one billion people on this planet who are overweight.”

Patel’s book sets out to account for “the rot at the core of the modern food system.” This is a curricular journey that our students should also be on — reflecting on patterns of poverty, power, and inequality that stretch from 19th century Ireland to 21st century Africa, India, Appalachia, and Oakland; that explore what happens when food and land are regarded purely as commodities in a global system of profit.

via Why the real story of the Irish Famine is not taught in U.S. schools – IrishCentral.com.

At first, follicles release inflammatory proteins, or cytokines, which alert the immune system to a wound, researchers say.

The immune system responds by sending macrophages to the problem area. Macrophages are white blood cells that engulf and devour pathogens, but they also release cytokines that can trigger a variety of responses in cells, such as causing them to proliferate.

In this particular situation, macrophages will secrete signaling molecules called tumor necrosis factor alpha, which at certain levels, will prompt plucked and unplucked follicles to grow hair.

A robust regenerative response seemed to be dependent on the density of signaling behaviors, researchers said.

For example, when researchers plucked mouse hairs in a diffuse pattern, in an area with a diameter larger than 6 millimeters, no hairs regenerated.

But when a dense concentration of hairs were pulled in an area 3 to 5 millimeters across, the plucked hairs grew back and new hairs sprouted nearby.

“The quorum sensing circuit we describe here provides a way for injured hair follicles to collectively assess the magnitude and extent of injury that the skin has sustained and make an all-or-none decision whether or not to regenerate.”

Researchers discover trick to regrowing lost hair – LA Times.

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Judge Gives Teacher Who Had Sex With Student 30 Days, Calls Her ‘Dangling Candy’.

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Here are the 5 states that let you carry a concealed gun without a permit – Vox.

 

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What every major job category pays, in one chart – Vox.

 

In an interview with the Orange County Register, Mohamed El-Erian was asked about everything from life after Pimco to where he is currently putting most of his money. Rather than putting most his money in stocks or bonds, El-Erian reveals that most of it is actually sitting in cash. And the reason is simple: pretty much everything else has gotten too elevated.

via The Simple Reason Mohamed El-Erian Has Most of His Money in Cash – Yahoo Finance.

A Temecula, California, mother is raising “amoeba awareness” after her newlywed daughter died last October from brain-killing amoeba called Balamuthia.

Sybil Meister started what she’s named the “Team Koral Reef Amoeba Awareness” campaign on Facebook after losing her daughter Koral Reef Meister-Pier to amoebic meningoencephalitis, a brain infection, she told ABC News today.

“My daughter was someone who had a contagious laugh, who was so generous and always cooked for everyone,” Meister said. “And now she’s gone. It’s been less than six months since my daughter died, and her family, friends and I want to raise awareness about these deadly amoebas.”

But despite what they see as good intentions, doctors said they’re worried about unnecessary public paranoia, considering that amoebic brain infections are very rare.

via After Daughter Dies From Brain-Killing Amoeba, California Mom Wants ‘Amoeba Awareness’ – Yahoo.

A Beijing-Baghdad Railway?

via China’s Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank: Knowns, Unknowns – Bloomberg Business.

Summers is referencing the new Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank, China’s 18-month-old plan to start the first new multilateral development lender in decades. More than 40 countries applied to be founding members including China, Australia, Egypt, Ukraine, the U.K., France, Switzerland, India, and South Korea.

via Larry Summers: The Past Month May Go Down as a Turning Point for U.S. Economic Power – Yahoo Finance.

CIA Insider Breaks Silence on Global Currency Wars.

“This past month may be remembered as the moment the United States lost its role as the underwriter of the global economic system.”

What Summers is referring to is the creation of the Asian Infrastructure Investment Bank, a new banking consortium led by China that will back investment in Asian and emerging-market economies. This bank serves as a direct challenge to the World Bank and the IMF, the traditional sources of international funding, and organizations in which US economic interests have a strong voice.

The AIIB’s founding members include Russia, Brazil, and India, as well as major European economies like France, Germany, and the UK.

Last week, Business Insider’s Mike Bird outlined how the formation of the AIIB has been an embarrassment for the US government all along.

 

Here’s the key point from Bird (emphasis ours):

“The infrastructure bank isn’t going to be a massive boom for the UK economy, or even for nearer nations like Japan, and the US will not retaliate. The point is that the UK is willing to take a very modest improvement in economic and political ties with China in exchange for a small deterioration in ties with the US. Pretty much every country has decided that this is the right move.”

And so while the US has been the dominant global economic power of the past 50 years, the point is that now countries all across the globe are seemingly falling over themselves to be more closely aligned with China.

In his op-ed on Monday, Summers continues (emphasis ours):

I can think of no event since Bretton Woods comparable to the combination of China’s effort to establish a major new institution and the failure of the United States to persuade dozens of its traditional allies, starting with Britain, to stay out.

This failure of strategy and tactics was a long time coming, and it should lead to a comprehensive review of the U.S. approach to global economics. With China’s economic size rivaling that of the United States and emerging markets accounting for at least half of world output, the global economic architecture needs substantial adjustment. Political pressures from all sides in the United States have rendered the architecture increasingly dysfunctional.

In his post, Summers has some policy prescriptions for US lawmakers, among which is a suggestion that US leaders have a “bipartisan foundation,” which is the kind of thing you can write when you’re not an elected official but which few people in and around US politics likely believe is anywhere near possible.

But the point of Summers’ commentary is clear and significant: The global economic tide has started receding from the US and moving toward China.

via Larry Summers has a major warning for the US economy, and everyone should be paying attention – Yahoo Finance.

U.S. officials view the bombers — which have been detected as far south as 50 miles off California’s northern coast — as deliberately provocative. They are a sign of the deteriorating ties between Moscow and the West since Russia’s annexation of Ukraine’s Crimea region in March of last year and its military intervention to support separatists in eastern Ukraine.

via Intent of Russian military aircraft near U.S. shores remains unclear – LA Times.

They discussed historical events as if they were current news, and no provisions were made that acknowledged the men’s weakened physical state; no one carried their bags or helped them up the stairs or treated them like they were old.”Nothing — no mirrors, no modern-day clothing, no photos except portraits of their much younger selves — spoiled the illusion that they had shaken off 22 years,” Grierson wrote.A week later, both the control group and the experimental group showed improvements in “physical strength, manual dexterity, gait, posture, perception, memory, cognition, taste sensitivity, hearing, and vision,” Langer wrote in “Counterclockwise.”

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CAPE GIRARDEAU, MO (KFVS) – A new study just released by the Centers for Disease Control suggests people who make more money get more sleep.

Researchers found about 35 percent of adults with incomes below the poverty line report getting less than six hours of sleep a night.

While about people making well above the poverty mark tend to get more than six hours of sleep.

Sleep specialist Dr. Lloyd Diamond said the data collected in 2013 and just released appears on point.

“I think there are a lot of things that contribute to the lack of the sleep or poor quality of sleep,” Diamond said.

Diamond said stress and work load can play a big part in anyone’s sleep cycle, but more serious health issues could be at play.

“People who are on the lower end of income are just caught in a vicious cycle of several different health issues,” Diamond said.

He said limited incomes could deter people from getting sleep tests and a chance at diagnosing sleeping disorders.

“It is something that can make whatever else you have going on harder to treat,” he said.

The CDC recommends adults get seven to eight hours of sleep each night.

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Sabrina Rubin Erdely, the author of a now-discredited article in Rolling Stone magazine about a rape at a University of Virginia fraternity, issued this statement:

“The past few months, since my Rolling Stone article “A Rape on Campus” was first called into question, have been among the most painful of my life. Reading the Columbia account of the mistakes and misjudgments in my reporting was a brutal and humbling experience. I want to offer my deepest apologies: to Rolling Stone’s readers, to my Rolling Stone editors and colleagues,to theU.V.A. community, and to any victims of sexual assault who may feel fearful as a result of my article.

“Over my 20 years of working as an investigative journalist — including at Rolling Stone, a magazine I grew up loving and am honored to work for — I have often dealt with sensitive topics and sources. In writing each of these stories I must weigh my compassion against my journalistic duty to find the truth. However, in the case of Jackie and her account of her traumatic rape, I did not go far enough to verify her story. I allowed my concern for Jackie’s well-being, my fear of re-traumatizing her, and my confidence in her credibility to take the place of more questioning and more facts. These are mistakes I will not make again.

“Reporting on rape has unique challenges, but the journalist still has the responsibility to get it right. I hope that my mistakes in reporting this story do not silence the voices of victims that need to be heard.”

Statement From University of Virginia President

Teresa A. Sullivan, the president of the University of Virginia, in Charlottesville, issued a statement late Sunday.

“Rolling Stone’s story, ‘A Rape on Campus,’ did nothing to combat sexual violence, and it damaged serious efforts to address the issue. Irresponsible journalism unjustly damaged the reputations of many innocent individuals and the University of Virginia. Rolling Stone falsely accused some University of Virginia students of heinous, criminal acts, and falsely depicted others as indifferent to the suffering of their classmate. The story portrayed university staff members as manipulative and callous toward victims of sexual assault. Such false depictions reinforce the reluctance sexual assault victims already feel about reporting their experience, lest they be doubted or ignored.

“The Charlottesville Police Department investigation confirms that far from being callous, our staff members are diligent and devoted in supporting and caring for students. I offer our community’s genuine gratitude for their devotion and perseverance in their service.

“Sexual violence is a serious issue for our society, and it requires the focus and attention of all in our communities. Long before Rolling Stone published its article, the University of Virginia was working to confront sexual violence. And we will continue to implement substantive reforms to improve culture, prevent violence and respond to acts of violence when they occur. Our highest priority is to ensure the safety of our students so they can learn and achieve their personal potential in an environment of trust and security. We will continue to work tirelessly in pursuit of that goal.”

 

Statement From Writer of Rolling Stone Rape Article, Sabrina Erdely – NYTimes.com.