My guest tonight is STEWART SWERDLOW. We will be discussing Stewart’s two books “Blue Blood, True Blood: Conflict & Creation” and “Montauk: The Alien Connection”.
A gifted medical intuitive, STEWART SWERDLOW is a clairvoyant who has the ability to see auric fields and personal archetypes as well as read DNA sequences and mind-patterns. His great-uncle, Yakov Sverdlov, was the first president of the Soviet Union, and his grandfather helped form the Communist Party in the United States in the 1930s. To ensure that his loyalties stayed with the US government, he was “recruited” for specific government mind-control experiments which enhanced his natural abilities. He spent years in service to various US and foreign government agencies and special interest groups. His mind and body were used for genetic and mind-control experiments which led to severe illness, broken relationships, and premature Kundalini activation. www.expansions.com
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.
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.
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.
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
Laurie Anderson sings: “John Lily—the guy who says he can talk to dolphins—said he was in an aquarium talking to a whale who was swimming around & around in a tank. And the whale kept asking him questions, telepathically. And one of the questions the whale kept asking was ‘Do all oceans have walls?'”
Lily came close, but not close enough.
In the 1950s, the government asked John C. Lily to study the dolphin brain. They gave him 5 dolphins to examine. Lily wasn’t aware dolphins had a voluntary breathing system, and in his first experiment he put two of the dolphins under anesthesia. They both died. However, he was able to revive one of the dolphins after it had not breathed for 10 minutes. Then, strangely, he put the half-brain dead animal back in the water to “see if it was still able to swim.” It couldn’t, the dolphin dropped to the bottom of the pool. So he decided to scratch the whole experiment of studying the living brain and instead killed all 5 dolphins to get “good brain specimens”. This story comes from Lily’s book Communication Between Man & Dolphin. At the end of the story, Lily came to the conclusion about how strange it was that dolphins have all the power & equipment to hurt a human, but never do even when provoked.
Lily is famous for teaching his dolphins to speak English. It was only a few one-syllable words. Vowels, no consonants. The dolphin would use their blowholes as vocal chords & the words would come out in a high-pitched cartoon voice. After awhile, Lily stopped teaching the dolphins to speak. He felt it was unnatural & cruel to force a dolphin to act like a human.
For 20 years he studied the dolphins in his Caribbean facility. Then suddenly one day, he ran from room to room, turning over tables, firing his staff, & shouting, “I quit!” He went down to the man-made lagoon and released his dolphins to the wild Atlantic ocean. Some of the dolphins were over 20-years old & had spent their entire lives in captivity. They had never been taught to hunt. They had never been free. The dolphins swam out to the ocean, but they were confused. All day & all night they waited for Lily to bring them back in. They bopped up & down in the waves, calling out to Lily in their high-pitch cries, “Why?” But Lily wanted them to go away, so he & his staff grabbed their guns and fired shots at the dolphins. Finally, the animals got the hint and swam away. For the next couple of days, Lily would sometimes see his dolphins coming back. He ignored them and eventually they disappeared for good.
A January 3rd, 2010 article posted on the TimesOnline.com website stated “Dolphins have been declared the world’s second most intelligent creatures after humans,” with scientists suggesting they are so bright that they should be given the legal rights as ‘non-human persons.’
A friend of mine, Patrick Cooke, told me a story about something that happened in 1965 when he was in the Navy, stationed in Hawaii: “What happened was: there were these 2 scientists who were the keepers of 12 dolphins, and what they did was train these dolphins to put mines (explosives) on enemy ships. Well, it’s a reality they’re very good at it, but there’s no way in hell the dolphins would get far enough away from the explosion, and they’d be killed. Every successful mission would be a suicide mission. The scientists felt sympathy for the dolphins, and they opened the gate and released them to the wild. Immediately, the government stepped in and charged the scientists with a 107 federal charges, e.g. misappropriation of property, etc. Well, they went to court and the Navy presented 65 witnesses against the two scientists. Then the defense stood up and laid down 2 documents in front of the judge: the Geneva Convention, and a pile of scientific studies on dolphin intelligence. The defense asked the judge to review them and the judge took the documents into his chamber. Then he came out and said that according to the documents he read, he determined “dolphins qualify under the Geneva Convention as another race on this planet, and that these 2 scientists were, in fact, freeing prisoners.” And the defense won their case.
So, in conclusion: dolphins are so intelligent that they qualify as a race of people under the Geneva Convention.
My Guest tonight is ANDREW BASIAGO. In 1968, Andrew was a child participant in the US time-space exploration program, Project Pegasus.
Andrew, a lawyer in private practice in Washington, was the first American child to teleport and one of America’s early time-space explorers, as told in his soon-to-be-published book, Once Upon a Time in Time’s Stream: My Adventures in Project Pegasus at the Dawn of the Time-Space Age.
Andrew’s mission is to lead the legal and political campaign to urge the US government to disclose its teleportation capability, so that this life-advantaging technology can be used by humanity to achieve planetary sustainability:
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