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A few weeks ago, on my podcast After Dark Radio , my co-host for the night, Danichi, and I, got into a discussion about ancient civilizations. One of the topics was the recent excavation of a 100 naturally preserved mummies in the Tarim Basin in the Xinjang Province in China. Scientists studying the site said the mummies were 3000 to 4000 years old, and were not Asians, but instead, red-haired, lily-white skinned, large nose, deep-set round-eyed, tall in stature caucasians, and according to the New York Times “…archaeologists could hardly believe what they saw.” And they asked: What are white people doing here?

Personally, I don’t think it’s a big mystery.

The mummies were dressed in typical Celtic garb: colorful patterned clothes, tartan plaids, tunics & pantaloons, swirl tattoos painted on face & body, braided long hair. Even though some of the news articles I’ve read have speculated the mummies may be Celtic people, in the same breath, they turn around & rebuff that possibility. Other archeologists guess the mummies are a lost tribe of Europeans who migrated “west to east.” But I think it was the other way around…”east to west.”

If something looks Celtic, tastes & smells Celtic, it probably is Celtic. However, the Celts were not a race, but a group of peoples, or, more accurately, a group of societies. They spoke or still speak dialects of a certain family, called the Celtic languages. Wherever the Celts have lived they’ve left place-names, inscriptions with personal names, & in history the memory of other names, recognized as different from all others and, in general, are the same everywhere.

Twenty years ago, I found an old book called The Rise of the Celts written by Henri Hubert, and published in 1934. The book said the origin of the Celtic peoples came from an Aryan race located in Northern India, at the bottom of the Himalayan Mountains. Anyhow, this is what I’m thinking: Since the Celts were nomads, they must have traveled west, pass the Himalayas until they found the Tarim Basin in China. After all, the Tarim Basin is only a stone’s throw from the mountain range of Tibet. After China, they continued moving westward, through Austria, Spain, and other European countries, until they settled in the British Isles. But where did the Aryan race come from? Perhaps, Sumeria (Sumerian=Aryan). The Sumerians became the Mesopotamians, the Babylonians, and the Khazars, who migrated into the Caucasus Mountains and became the Caucasian/Aryan race. The Khazars then spread out to Asia, Europe, and the Middle East, and blended with the races there and imposed their religious belief on those cultures. The Aryans, or the Khazars, drove the Dravidians from northern India and pushed them south, where they became the Tamils, who are in Sri Lanka. So, perhaps, the Aryan race that Hubert writes about is, in fact, the Khazars, who settled near the Himalayan Mountains.

(For a long time, the Khazar civilization was considered lost, but in 2008, Russian scientist uncovered evidence of a Khazar city near the Caspian Sea).

Here is an article from The New York Times, and another article here, with photos and a third article, here

This show originally aired November 20th 2009:

My guest tonight is DENNIS CRENSHAW of Unraveling Secrets. We will be discussing Dennis’s new book Secrets of Dellschau The Sonora Aero Club & The Airships of the 1800s: A True Story. It is the story of two men’s obsessions: C.A.A. Dellschau – who spent the last 20 years of his life using every waking moment creating thousands of drawings of strange looking flying machines he called Aeros. Hidden within those drawings were coded messages documenting the story of a secret life. A story he had pledged not to reveal under the threat of death. A story of knowledge, inventions and power sources beyond his time . . . beyond our time. A story that could rewrite history. And, P.G. “Pete” Navarro – An extremely talented artist in his own right, spent 27 years unravelling Dellschau’s secrets. What he discovered was an amazing story of events – – Events that, according to Dellschau, took place during the Gold Rush years of the mid- 1800s in Northern California. A story of flying machines, secret societies, anti-gravity fuel and possibly even .. . murder! Sound like fiction? Don’t be so hasty to decide. Have you ever heard of the Airship Mystery of the 1800s?

On May 1st 2010, Whitley Strieber and I had a lovely chat on Dreamland. Listen to the interview now:

Be sure to check out my Blog Archives for previous stories and special guests appearances on my podcast After Dark Radio Show.

Upcoming guest on After Dark Radio will be Prof. Noel Sharkey, and we’ll be discussing Artificial Intelligence & Robotics. Also, Dr. Karen Ralls on the Templars, Mary Magdalene, and Freemasonry, and more cool guests to come.

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This show originally aired March 26th, 2010:

My guest tonight is JOHN LEAR. Mr. Lear, a former captain for a major US Airline has flown over 160 different types of aircraft in over 50 different countries. He holds 17 world speed record in the Lear Jet and is the only pilot ever to hold every airline certificate issued by the Federal Aviation Administration. Mr. Lear has flown missions worldwide for the CIA and other government agencies. A former Nevada State Senator candidate, he is the son of William P. Lear, designer of the Lear Jet executive airplane, the 8-track stereo, and founder of Lear Siegler Corporation. Lear became interested in the subject of UFO’s after talking with United States Air Force Personnel who had witnessed a UFO landing at Bentwaters AFB, near London, England, and three small aliens walking up to the Wing Commander. Tonight we will discuss artifacts on the moon, Area 51, and secret government projects. www.thelivingmoon.com
(Disclaimer: The opinions expressed by the guest does not necessarily reflect the opinions of the host).

Long Island City is located in North Queens. One end is the 59th Street Bridge to Manhattan, and the other end is the East River. The area is mostly warehouses and factories. At night, everything is closed, and the streets are empty, except for the prostitutes standing under streetlights, waiting for customers. All night long, the police chase the girls and the johns from one darkened doorway to the next.

On a midnight tour, at 3 AM, two cops sat in their patrol car on a desolate street between the silent warehouses, enjoying a cup of coffee. Then something caught their eye, and through the windshield, they saw a man attached to a parachute drop in front of the police car. He was dressed in a black SWAT uniform, a ballistic helmet with goggles. He landed flat on the soles of his combat boots, gathered up his parachute, and disappeared down an alley. Two seconds late, a second black-uniformed man floated down from the sky and landed next to the police car. He, too, quickly gathered up his parachute and ran down the same alley the first man had gone.

The two cops sitting in the patrol car looked at each other, laughed, and said, “Damn, IAB will do anything to spy on cops.”

I heard this story when I was a rookie cop. I always assumed it was just an urban legend that circulated throughout the police department for a laugh. The idea of covert paratroopers dropping into a New York City neighborhood in the middle of the the night seemed outrageous. But, recently, I repeated this story to a retired cop and he confirmed the story was true, and that he personally knew the cops who witnessed the two men floating down from the sky.

There’s a million stories in the Naked City. ~ AA

One of my jobs as a cop was to dust for fingerprints at the scene of a burglary. It was called the SP-11 car. I worked solo, and I carried a kit full of fine-haired brushes, adhesive-tape, and black, white, & metallic dusting powder.

One night I went to this home to investigate a burglary. It was a townhouse with broken and loose cement steps, an unkempt garden with five-feet high stalks of weeds & grass, and no porch light. The man who answered the door was middle-aged & wearing a torn and dirty T-shirt and shorts. He let me into his home, but he wouldn’t turn on any lights. The house was dark and I had to use my flashlight to see where I was going. The first thing my flashlight lit up was a maze of newspapers stacked in columns, 7 to 8 feet high in the front room. Pillars of The New York Times pressed to the ceiling. A hoarder! The man led me through the narrow path between his paper-towers of old news to the one room that had a light on—the kitchen in the back of the house. On the kitchen table was evidence of the burglary: opened tin cans of post-WW2 rations. The man explained that the cans of food had been sitting in the cardboard since the 1950s (why? don’t ask). “Look at this!” the man shouted as he stuck a half-eaten can of sardines under my nose. It was revolting. The tiny fish bodies had conglomerated into a white slime of putrid snot. I gagged, and imagined the burglar writhing in agonizing abdominal pain of botulism.

Next, he asked me to follow him upstairs to take a look at the ransacked bedroom. As I’m walking up the darkened staircase, I hear crunching under my feet. I pointed my flashlight down to see what I had been stepping on and I saw scattered all over the stairs the tiny skeletons of long-time dead mice. Yikes! That was it for me. I’m thinking I don’t wanna see the rest of this filthy house! “OK. I’ve seen enough,” I said, and turned around to leave. “Wait,” the man said. “I wanna show you the basement.”

Ah, yes, “the basement”. The bowels of the earth. The dungeon. The Pit. The torture chamber. Spider-webs. The place where monsters hide in shadows. This should be interesting, and I couldn’t resist to look at “the basement.”

The basement was the second room with a light. What I saw was a dentist office, fully equipped with the reclining chair, the drills, the spittoon, the x-ray machine, and dozens of little metal dental tools laid out neatly on trays as though waiting for the next patient.

“My dad used to be a dentist,” he said. “But he’s dead now.” Well, that might explain why the equipment and tools looked old and rusty.

Remember the film Marathon Man when the villain Lawrence Olivier tortures Dustin Hoffman with a dental drill? Well, I remembered. And that was my cue to say goodbye. “Aren’t you gonna dust for prints?” asked the man.

“No!”

My guest JASON OFFUTT returns to discuss his new book “What Lurks Beyond: The Paranormal in Your Backyard.” Jason is a syndicated columnist, author, college journalism instructor, and fan of all things strange. http://from-the-shadows.blogspot.com/

One winter evening, a woman was entering her apartment building when she noticed something burning in the bushes. It was a small fire. A few flames flickered like birthday candles on the branches of a two-foot high bush. The woman thought it was garbage and went over to take a closer look. But to her horror she saw the body of a man. Well, it looked like a man, it definitely had a human shape. The body was curled up in a fetus-position and burnt as black as charcoal, and all the clothes were incinerated, except what was left of his pants and shoes, blackened and baked.

When the police arrived, the officer went through his singed pockets to find identification. There was nothing. No fingerprints; maybe dental records would tell us who he was. He was unknown. We couldn’t find any witnesses, except for the woman who discovered his body. I was driving the sergeant, and when we drove away and left the sector car to wait for the detectives and the ambulance, I thought: How could somebody be set on fire in the middle of a suburban street, at 5 PM in the evening, two blocks away from a busy subway station, with rush hour pedestrian traffic walking up & down the street, and yet, not one person noticed a human torch jumping up and down, frailing his arms, screaming, in the middle of the street?

I never did find out who was the burnt-to-a-crisp man. Or, if somebody set him on fire. Or, whether or not he did it to himself. Or, if this was a case of Spontaneous Human Combustion (SHC). That mystery would be left for the detectives to solve

Spontaneous Human Combustion is a strange phenomenon. It’s never been proven as a natural occurrence, but many theories have tried to explain SHC’s existence and how it may occur. The two most common explanations for apparent SHC are the non-spontaneous “wick effect” fire, and the rare discharge called static flash fires. Although mathematically it can be shown the human body contains enough energy stored in the form of fat and other tissues to consume it completely, in normal circumstances bodies can’t sustain a flame on their own.

But still, stories of people suddenly bursting into flames have been told for the past 348 years. The first recorded case was in 1662 (However, I have also read the first reported case may also have been in 1763, when a Frenchman named Jonas Dupont published a collection of Spontaneous Human Combustion cases) and since then over 200 cases have been documented.

I’ll be on the Rumor Mill Radio Show with Rayelan Allan on Tuesday March 2nd, 2010 from 2 PM to 4 PM, est.

We will be discussing my book, and the 9/11 health issues.

This show originally aired October 2nd, 2009:

My guest tonight is FREEMAN. He is an internationally-known award-winning TV producer, film maker, radio talk show host and lecturer. Freeman is considered an expert in the fields of the occult, trauma-based mind control, government conspiracy, and ancient civilizations. Freeman graduated with an Associates of Arts with honors in Interdisciplinary Studies and attended Kansas University, specializing in ancient and environmental architecture. Freeman has lectured extensively on Templar history, secret signs and symbolism of Freemasonry, the ancient astronaut hypothesis, trauma-based mind control, and government cover-ups. www.FreemanTV.com