Gosh, where were we? We left California and headed towards Arizona with two goals in mind. We wanted to go to our first UFO Congress and I was able to secure an appointment at Mayo, AZ for the new gnawing pain in my "good" knee.
The UFO Congress had a lot of good speakers and was interesting but as usual, it was the connections we made there that were most important. I also spoke briefly with James Penniston, the individual who investigated the Rendelsham Forest incident in the 80s. The binary code which he felt compelled to write at that time has been decoded:
EXPLORATION [of ] HUMANITY
52 09'42.532" N 13 13'12.69" W
CONTI [NUOUS]
FOR PLANETARY ADVAN [CE ]
The longitude and latitude cross over at a point in the sea off of Ireland, over a submerged island called Hy Brasil. So interesting.
We were staying in an RV Park in Casa Grande, AZ. Two plants of interest which were new to me were the "Jumping Cholla" and the large Seguaro Cactus. The Sequaro is unique to the Sonoran Desert. Friends explained how early explorers would twist the arms of the Seguaro along trails to point the way. A warning sign for the Jumping Cholla tells of the pain caused by its needles - that look soft but definitely cause discomfort - when they seem to leap from the plant to your body. We also spent a little time skywatching, to no avail.
The trip to Mayo didn't reveal much. If I have osteonecrosis again, it hasn't shown up yet. A cortisone shot to the knee did wonders.
We were on our way to do an investigation when we got word from Chuck's son that his 43-year old wife, Bobbi, had a 99% blockage of the "widowmaker" artery and had had a stent placed. Since they advised her to have two weeks of bedrest, we decided to head back to California. We did make a quick stop to exchange some film with an experiencer who lives in a remote area - so remote that we left the RV on a dirt road and took only the car in. Along the way, we saw many run-down, dilapated shacks without electricity or sewer - reminiscent of a third world country - dotting the desert. Hard to believe people live like this in America.
We stayed with Bobbi and Charles for almost two weeks and then headed for Texas. We started noticing that the RV didn't want to start when it was warm...and started right up when it was cold. We spent a day at Freightliner in El Paso but at least in the end, it was a cheap and easy fix. An eroded wire that was easily replaced. Elated at this news, Chuck tipped the mechanic who made short work of it. Of course, it didn't last long. Two days later, the RV wouldn't start....one of the new connections that had been put in hadn't been secured properly. Another $100 down the drain.
Back on the road, the RV parks were few and far between. We decided to pull into a "picnic site" for the night. I was worried that the highway patrol might not be happy with us over-nighting there but knew that another truck pulled in before I went to sleep. In the morning, I was amazed to see 15 or so large trucks parked all around us. I remember when I could tell who was up at Chateau in the night by their footfall or the squeak of their walker. Now I seem to sleep through everything.
The next day we were treated to the sight of the wildflowers that were popping up along the roadside, including the now familiar bluebonnets - yep, we're back in Texas! Our destination was Houston where we met up with Derrel Sims a/k/a "The Alien Hunter." Derrel has presented information about alien abductions all over the world. Chuck did a radio program with him and then did a presentation re equipment at a Houston meeting. We were also fortunate to sit in on a meeting with a highly credible witness and to actually view luminescence on the hands of another abductee, viewed under a black light. Whatever this is,it's fascinating stuff.
Vicki
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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