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London UFO–is it real?

A new viral video making the rounds on the Internet purports to show what’s been dubbed a “mothership” and at least three separate smaller alien spacecraft filmed in the skies over London.

The most famous video (which was taken anonymously and is one of two or three versions in circulation) shows a large glowing white oval moving in and out from behind clouds over the course of about 20 seconds, and then zooming off, with three white dots also making an appearance. — Space.com

 

see also:   Is the UFO  Mothership Over London Video Real?

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Last updated July 13th, 2010.

Sighting location:

Northern China, East China’s Zhejiang Province, provincial capital Hangzhou.

Time of sighting:

2200 local time, Wednesday, July 7, 2010.

Type:

Physical evidence in the form of digital photography compels an initial categorization of CE-II (close encounter of the second kind). Object appears to possesses cabin lights, a super-luminous undercarriage, and forward looking landing lights, giving it the appearance of a three-dimensional material ‘nuts-and-bolts’ craft in the shape of a tube or elongated rectangle. Video evidence is purported to exist in addition to numerous eyewitness accounts.* Following sighting, a ‘ground-stop’ of commercial air traffic, occurred for approximately 3 plus hours. A public statement was issued by media quoting an un-named source, “authorities had learned what the UFO was after an investigation… But it was not the proper time to publicly disclose the information because there was a military connection…” and it was further stated–an official explanation would be forthcoming.

Photo Analysis:

Ground level sighting, time-lapsed digital image, about 1.5 seconds worth of exposure, under a night-time, overcast sky, in the urban environment. Atmospheric haze reduces primary object resolution by approximately 45% making exact determination of object, difficult to impossible. Relative motion of central object is slow in comparison to commercial aviation aircraft;  such as 757 or DC-9, although there is some impression given of a tubular or flattened rectangle suggesting cabin or navigation lights, and lighted undercarriage.

Conclusion:

Pending further information the most likely conclusion is a mis-identification of terrestrial aircraft, possibility experiencing mechanical difficulty, such as engine fire, engine blow-out, bird strike or less likely, other exotic airframes (e.g. ARJ21-700, J-10 multi-role fighter aircraft), under unusual atmospheric conditions; inversions, street lighting, virga rain or fog.

*unsubstantiated rumor/hearsay

see also:  Flights diverted, delayed as UFO detected hovering, British fighter jets chasing UFO?, ‘UFO’ in skies over Urumqi suspected to be American guided missile,

see also:  Live MUFON Event Report Feed

When you hear a thunderous roar coming from directly overhead it’s only natural to look up, isn’t it? Well, anyway, that’s what I did. At first all you could see was a gray-colored cloud all boiling like–churning in the sky. Thunder? The roaring just got louder and louder. An approaching Summer storm, perhaps? No, wait! What the…what is that? Something was beginning to emerge from within the cloud. Out loud I said, looks like an aircraft carrier, but [it] was inverted, and massive. I think I held my hands over my ears, or maybe just raised them over my head in astonishment–unbelievable–my eyes must be deceiving me. How does something that big just hang there? I’d seen big planes before–the Space Shuttle on it’s 747 transport–even seen the Antonov 225–it’s a big-bad-boy, but this–this was 10 times that size. They’re here! The hair on my arms was standing straight up, and my ears popped. That’s no typical airplane–it’s–must be a-l-i-e-n, Alien, I reasoned! Ya don’t see that every day.*

The aliens had gone public (we would later learn just how long they’d secretly been here), and in the days following the first landings, the World had gone ‘ape-shit’ with fear over the uncertainty of what might be coming next. The doomsday cultists ranted and raved; churches filled to overflowing, the militaries of the World were mobilized–poised ready to defend the Earth, but the bombs never fell, nor did death-rays burn the flesh from the bones of Mankind; instead, the lights stayed on, there was plenty of food and gas; they had, after all, come in peace, and with one simple message to the people of Earth. The Universe, the aliens would tell us; was teaming with life of all kinds; sentient, living breathing biological life; impossibilities of unimaginable strangeness, some nothing more than what you would call smoke, some large as planets, some were what you might call robots–yet alive just the same.

As the weeks following the alien revelation of their presence ticked by; the ant pile of frantic people quickly calmed down, and a media feeding frenzy of sorts settled in on the Aliens. At first, they were referred to as Invaders–later–Space Brothers by the press–and their amazing technology. WOW! Did they have tech; like we never dreamed of.  It was along about that time that they became known as “Them.” Not that They were gonna share everything they knew with us–we still had some growing up ta do–given our penchant for wars and callus disregard for the Earth and all–oh, no! All, in due time.

First thing They did, was… {redacted} {see security directive 1947.2-Mj-12:<0}

Special representatives of the Human Race where invited to function as liaisons between Them and us. Selected by lottery, 144,000 women and men, representing all nations and races, joined the Alien Introduction Liaison And Education Program. I agreed to interact with (even travel to their planets (they had more than one)) with Them. Yeah, I saw that episode of the Twilight Zone, “To Serve Mankind” where the foolish trusting humans fall for the alien propaganda, only ta be duped into traveling back to their planet to be eaten. I know, I know–all my friends said don’t do it–it’s a trick. Never in my life had I ever won anything–all those Lotto tickets–and not a cent ta show for it. I figured–sometimes you just gotta say “what the heck.” The next thing I knew, I was in training to go…when we lifted off…the last time I’ll ever see my home star…time travel or was it inter-dimensional? Maybe both. I don’t know. Shit I’m just  guy from…what do I know…mind-blowing…Feynman was right, all along…and the answer was: 4.2…All that Summer, the fires in the Gulf, burned…sort of like the holodeck on…Looking down I started to laugh ’cause I had realized this was the first time I had taken a leak on another planet…wait till they get a-lotta this…on the return journey…it’s true, they did wear a lot of black… You don’t say! …Who knew? …Something wonderful!

I had just had an all-expense-paid vacation to the most beautiful planetary system anyone could ever imagine; even learned ta speak Their language. Saw wondrous thing I’d never dreamt of, all that, and lived ta tell about it. Not bad I thought, for a guy with just a high school education. I felt mighty proud talking into one of those gizmos they gave me to record my reflections on Them. Heck, maybe I could even write a book some day–be on that radio show. With that guy–what’s his name? George Bell?

Mankind had grown up, maybe even been saved from self-destruction, by the knowledge that other creatures had survived their own technological developments; over came their urge towards violent behavior, and then come here; with love and peace in their hearts (actually, They have two of ’em–hearts, that is), to the little ol’ Earth; to tell us that if They could do it, so could we. I considered it a great privilege and honor to have been lucky enough to participate in the Evolution of Humanity. We had become, Us.

*Inspired by a recent dream.

see also: National Dream Center Database, An Approaching Summer Storm, Long-Term Government Covert Educational Program on Alien Visitors

Travis Side

One of the staples of Frankensteam’s Lab is the theme of the anomaly.

Anomalous objects in the sky–the ground has truth but–fly [me] away to worlds unknown–let [me] see their truth from the vantage point of [my] youth.

So without further ado–I give you Travis and “Side.”

[the band is]named…after the Harry Dean Stanton character Travis Henderson from the film Paris, Texas.

Travis isn’t paranoid are they–but the director of their video “Side” obviously is? In the video, which is  reminiscent of The X-Files, ends with the band abducted by aliens out in the desert.  The lyrics written by Fran Healy, to the Travis song Side in part go:

Well I believe there’s someone watching over you. They’re watching every single thing you say–they’ll set you down and take you through. You’ll realize one day that the grass is always greener on the other side. We all live under the same sky… There is no wrong, there is no right. The circle only has one side…

see also:  Travis, Side, Francis Healy

four-point-two

Last updated:  June 19th, 2010

One.

The teacher posed the question in the form of a mathematical equation…I struggled to understand…took notes in a little notebook he handed me…after some thought I reasoned an approximation was the closest I could get to ciphering his riddle…with somewhat less than complete confidence in my conclusion, I wrote…and the answer was: 4.2…but to ad to my frustration, the notebook in which I had done my problem solving, was nowhere to be found. Thinking 5 to be excessive, I stood by my answer. 4.2 it is.

In the above mentioned dream; the place or setting (from now on refer to as the “dream landscape”), is subservient to the basic narrative. What happens when the dream landscape is central to the narrative? J ust what exactly is a dream landscape? This ‘ll do nicely.

Joseph told his brothers two dreams which clearly portended his future elevation over them all, but which, for the present, simply caused them to hate him all the more (Genesis 37:1-11). In this frame of mind, they seized upon the first opportunity to get rid of the one of whom they spoke [of] as “the dreamer”.

Two.

We found ourselves…outside of our native lands–in Modern day Russia…hungry, tired and alone…cold and bleak, was the terrain…after stealing state secrets, the KGB was hot on our trail… some of the local folks could be depended upon for help…you struggled to learn a handful of phrases in an attempt to “blend in.” The journey, was fraught with danger…two tough young turks, attempted to waylay us…I produced a long stiletto knife,  stabbed and killed one…the other…ran off…the days were long and the nights were cold…stolen cars, trains and buses were our homes.

We are such stuff  as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep–or so says Prospero, in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

There is in sleep something mysterious which seems, from the earliest times, to have impressed man and aroused his curiosity… But the mystery of sleeping is enhanced by the phenomenon of dream[s] which accompanies it.

Three.

The pantry being bare–necessitated a trip to the store…in addition to groceries there was  a small deli…outside, in the grounds existed a greenhouse and shed full of old tools…surrounded by what appeared to be loaves of bread piled up around it…literally growing up around it…the gardener was at hand and I ask what this strange thing was growing all around his shed. I was told it was a fungus not unlike the biblical “manna” the Israelites  fed upon in the wilderness…the gardener offered me some of this to eat…It was quite tasty, having the texture and smell of fresh baked bread…immediately, I suggested this would make a good sandwich–being so much like the real thing…and inquired as to the price…an answer was not forthcoming…vague…frustrated, I went into the deli repeating my question…no such luck…became apparent they had no desire to sell me any of this wonderful food…some secrets, have no price.

The dream unfolds.

We walk, run, fly and float through strange landscapes. Characters appear and turn into different people. Objects are transformed. A rope becomes a snake. Uncle Harry turns into a Tibetan monk and it all makes sense in some screwy, dreamlike way.

You’re getting sleepy.

The dreaming brain employs all of the same systems and networks,… but with a few critical differences. Input from the outside world is screened out. Self-awareness ceases. The body is paralyzed. And everything that the dreaming brain sees, hears or feels is generated from within.

I get this one a lot. A little musical interlude is in order, I think. I give you Travis.

Exactly my bloody question–could it be  ’cause you live in Scotland?

You can wake up now and log your prophetic or unusually vivid dreams here, for free.

see also:  4.2_Google_trends, 4.2_Google_video, 4.2_Wolfram|Alpha, 42_WIKI, Psalm_42, Clues to the Irrational Nature of Dreams, How Lucid Dreaming Works, Visions & Dreams, Lucid-Dictionary, Such stuff as dreams are made on, sleep paralysis , dream landscape, Bora-Bora: Over and under, The National Dream Reporting Center

These days, everybody and their dog is getting into the space race. Something is afoot. Great Britain, Mexico, China and India are all funneling large sums of capital, into their respective emerging space agencies.

With regard to one of NASA’s newest Astronauts José Moreno Hernández; oddly enough, the greatest criticism has come from the ranks of the ethnic Hispanics–lo Mexicanos de Mexico–if you will, instead of the ‘Norte Americanos or Chicanos.’

…an American engineer of Mexican descent and a NASA astronaut. He is currently assigned to the crew of Space Shuttle mission STS-128.

Mission Specialist Hernandez, earned his astronaut wings, in August of 2009.  STS-128 (ISS assembly flight 17A) mission to the International Space Station (ISS).

Mr Hernandez is the US-born son of Mexican migrant farm workers. …Hernandez wanted to fly in space ever since he heard that the first Hispanic-American had been chosen to travel into space.

The first Mexican in space was Rodolfo Neri Vela. There seems to be some rivalry between the two astronauts–not on a personal level–so for as I know, but between the Mexicans and North American Hispanics. The Mexicans don’t really claim Hernandez as one of their own, favoring Neri Vela, instead. A Mexican National, Neri Vela, flew on the US Space Shuttle (STS-61-B) in 1985, and served as Hernandez’s inspiration to become an astronaut.

Incidentally, STS-128 also marked the first time two Hispanic Americans flew on the same Space Shuttle crew. John “Danny” Olivas of El Paso, Texas, made his second trip up into space, on STS-128, along with Hernández.

Always read the comments, please.

One commenter referred to him as: “…the second latino-american astronaut.” Another commenter, again referring to Hernandez as: ” no un chicano que habla espanol con acento gringo.” Translation. …not [really] a Chicano, but [a] Spanish speaker with a North American accent.

Either way, I think you’ll agree with Dr. F., when I say; the story of NASA engineer / astronaut José Moreno Hernández, is quiet an inspiration, regardless of which side of the river you grew up on.

see also:  Mexico Enters The Space RaceJose M. Hernandez – NASA’s Mexican Astronaut, John D. Olivas, Rodolfo Neri Vela

Dropping the F-Bomb

Lately, it would seem, the VPOTUS, have been inclined toward the nuclear option; at least as far as the Senate is concerned, and that’s only fitting as this is where the term ‘nuclear option‘ originated.  They’ve also been rather partial to another colorful euphemism.

In  June 2004, during a heated exchange on the U.S. Senate floor about Halliburton’s role in the reconstruction of Iraq, Vice President Dick Cheney told Democratic senator Patrick Leahy, “fuck yourself”. Coincidentally, Cheney’s outburst occurred on the same day that the Defense of Decency Act was passed in the Senate.[18]

The difference is that when Dick Cheney uses the word it’s vitriolic, and personal. When Joe Biden uses it, it’s usually something good–for Democrats, and comedy writers.



Times when the ‘F-Bomb’ is appropriate.

passing a stone
starting your car (when it’s already started)
coming home to a burgled house
landing on the wrong planet
watching Avatar
seeing flashing lights in your rear-view mirror
quitting the Tonight Show
mixing tequila with wine and beer
forgetting your parachute
911
Vice President, accidentally shoots you in the face with a shotgun

Times when the ‘F-Bomb’ is in-appropriate.

during a Bris Milah
on a crowded elevator (unless it stops unexpectedly)
the doctor looks at your x-rays
your mom catches you doing anything
at your courtroom sentencing
after saying the words “I do.” at your wedding
this is your pilot speaking… F**k!
your kids start acting up at Wal-Mart
policeman asks you to roll down your window
you are the Vice President within fifty feet of a microphone

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