It was like a big fire in the sky....November 5,19

[Cuaresma1971]

Hi peeps. I haven't been on this forum for the past 3 months,so I'll be back on here like before. I've been busy with other things. ;D

So here is something pertaining to human abduction.

Apache legends past down in generations have told of evil spirits from the sky coming down on Slow Flake Mountain,Arizona abducting children,taking them out to the skies. Fables as the westerners have put it. Many discrepencies of such alien entities may or could not have existed because of no evidence of anything concrete would of backed up claims by those who have been convinced they themselves were abducted by green monsters in space suits then placed on flying saucers or known as UFO's,where abductees describe as being placed through endless moments of experimentations on thier bodies performed by these green entities from places unknown. A facscinating concept,even if alien abuctions are a myth fabricated within the human imagination; who's to say what is "truth" or what is "incredulous lies". What happened on the early evening hours of November 5,1975 at Turkeys Springs,a forest mountain site at southern Arizona could of well been a real case of human abduction..or a myth.
Under contract with the United States government,Mike Rodgers-headboss of a small work force,whose responibilities on the job was to thin out- clear out trees and bushes in Turkey Springs,as part of a contract from the US dept of Forest Service. Lacking the shortage of time of this contract to be completed,Walters had been unfortunate under pressure to have his crew in completing thier tasks,as they were behind schedule. Rodgers and his team were working long shift hours in order to complete this lucrative contract,from the early morning hours of 6:00 A.M. to the dusk hours,per day. For the past nine seasons,Mike been under contract with the Forest Service for various duties,and now he was facing a personal problem other than his job--he was facing foreclosure because he could not afford to pay off the rest of his home after recieving a mortgage loan.
He had befriended a Travis Walton and became close friends with each other and was also co-workers. Dana Rodgers-Mike's sister was dating Travis;both had considered in getting married in the near future. The other work crew were: Ken Peterson, John Goulette, Steve Pierce, Allen Dallis and Dwayne Smith,whom all were also from Snow Flake,Arizona. On the early morning of November 5th,all were at work at Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest with thier chainsaws to trim down the forest trees and clear brushing them for the wet season. A minor problem had abrupted between Allan Dallis and Travis Walton-a near fight had occured between the two. Dallis had this reputed ill temper with everyone he had come to work with; he was the only person under employment with a rather minor criminal record. The last thing for Mike Rodgers was to have his best worker,Dallis,removed because of the contract was not completed and needed to be met by the deadline.
Just past the six p.m. hour,everyone in the workshift loaded up thier chainsaws and gas and oil cans in the back of the '65 IH truck Mike Rodgers had driven to and from work on daily basis. Ten minutes later at 6:10,Travis Walton had seen a light coming between the treelines on the ridge at about 100 yards ahead. Walton had also assumed it was the sun perching down on the West. But it occured to him the sun already settled about a half an hour before. Allen too had seen this radiant gleam of red light on the skys horizon.

What all they could see was a big eye hovering above the Apache evergreen forest above them. It was a sight of awe to witness at first hand experience. John had exclaimed to Mike "Stop the Truck!" The truck skidded to a near halt. "My God!' Allen said with conviction "It's a flying saucer!" Indeed it was,and Mike shut off the truck's engine. In a more than curious glance at the craft in the sky,Walton walked up in urgency closest at range. He was aftraid the flying object would soar away from him and he would miss he opputurnity of a lifetime to see the saucer with great awe.
The rest of his crew yelled out to hims "Travis! What the hell are you doing?!" as to have him heed to thier warning,thinking he would of gotten himself injuried in the process of sightseeing the hovercraft with him at being at a very close distance.
After briefly looking away at the floating huge saucer,Travis was overpowered with a thunderous jolt of propellant energy from this hovercraft as his body became stiff with numbness. A beam bouncing off the craft,essentially paralyzed him and sucking him upwards in mid-air suspension and blasted his torso back onwards to the ground below. Again,the beam blasted out a force of energy propelling his upper body in suspension...
Mike in fright along with the rest of the crew ,afraid of being the next ones to be zapped by this hovercraft,hopped back in the truck and speed off without hesitation. "Is it following us?" Mike asked. He was afraid the saucer had begun to persue them. Just then,after realizing the craft wasn't in fact chasing the truck,he slammed the trucks gears in reverse. Somebody in the truck suggested to Mike "Hey,we better go back!" Insted,Rodgers had this idea to build a campfire for anyonewho didn't want to go back can stay here in the clearing while the others would accompany Mike to the area where Travis had been zapped up by the blue light of beams of the aircraft. In further protesting who would stay and would go back ended. As they all headed to the location where Travis was suspended in mid-air,there was no sight of him. With a flashlight ,the men began a immediate search for Travis Walton as they would repeatedly yell "Travis!..TRAVIS!" in the isolated evergreen forest. Nada. Nothing of a trace of thier friend could be found. They would all have to report to the local authorities about this bizzare incident. Travis Walton of Snow Flake was now missing.
In a tremendous ounce by ounce of pain and his teeth rattlling ,Travis Walton moaned after regaining conciousness. Just then he recalled what happened last to him at the forest with the sight of the hovering flying saucer Where in hell am I? . . . Oh my God — the hospital! They brought me here to the hospital! he thought. His mouth was perched with a metallic taste in his tounger as he felt dehydrated; he was in need for a quench of fluids. Suddenly,Travis felt a heavy pressure upon his chest. It was a grey device curved around his body,removing his clothing only to expose his bare chest and shoulders. Unable to see anything clearly,he saw what to be appeared as blurry doctors leaning over him,as they dressed in white masks and caps,along with oragne color surgical gowns. When his vision had become cleared,Travis no longer realized he was at a hospital. He was looking directly at the faces of such non human creatures. " It looked steadily back at me with huge, luminous brown eyes the size of quarters" Travis recalled.

to be continued....

[Cuaresma1971]

With the gray device which was used by these entities,Travis began to strike at these creatures with it knocking one into the other. "Keep back, da*n you!"
His back against the wall behind him,Travis Walton was pinned in a corner with the entities closing in on him. In vivid description he said of them:
"They were a little under five feet in height. They had a basic humanoid form: two legs, two arms, hands with five digits each, and a head with the normal human arrangement of features. But beyond the outline, any similarity to humans was terrifyingly absent.
Their thin bones were covered with white, marshmallowy-looking flesh. They had on single-piece coverall-type suits made of soft, swedelike material, orangish brown in color. I could not see any grain in the material, such as cloth has. In fact, their clothes did not appear even to have any seams. I saw no buttons, zippers, or snaps. They wore no belts. The loose billowy garments were gathered at the wrists and perhaps the ankles. They didn't have any kind of raised collar at the neck. They wore simple pinkish tan footwear. I could not make out the details of their shoes, but they had very small feet, about a size four by our measure.
When they extended their hands toward me, I noticed they had no fingernails. Their hands were small, delicate, without hair. Their thin round fingers looked soft and unwrinkled. Their smooth skin was so pale that it looked chalky, like ivory.
Their bald heads were disproportionately large for their puny bodies. They had bulging, oversized craniums, a small jaw structure, and an underdeveloped appearance to their features that was almost infantile. Their thin-lipped mouths were narrow; I never saw them open. Lying close to their heads on either side were tiny crinkled lobes of ears. Their miniature rounded noses had small oval nostrils.
The only facial feature that didn't appear underdeveloped were those incredible eyes! Those glistening orbs had brown irises twice the size of those of a normal human eye's, nearly an inch in diameter! The iris was so large that even parts of the pupils were hidden by the lids, giving the eyes a certain catlike appearance. There was very little of the white part of the eye showing. They had no lashes and no eyebrows."
Shortly after,he saw them depart from the room through a open door. He waited a while to exit that door also,due to being thought of a ambush of these entities. After heading out the doorway he seen instruments,possibly for human experimentations by these creatures,that looked chromelike objects that something used a doctors office or a science labratory. Outside the doorway,he then saw a curving hallway which he thought to be a easy way out of this room. Inside he saw this high-backed chair with its back facing towards his sight. He may of though somebody or something was behind the otherside of it. Nobody was in the room besides Travis Walton. What follows by his own account is this:
"Glancing apprehensively toward the open door, I slowly went toward the chair. As I gradually approached it, a very curious thing began to happen. The closer I got to it, the darker the room became! Small points of light became visible on, or through, the walls, even the floor. I stepped back and the effect diminished. I stepped forward and it increased again, the points of light becoming brighter in contrast to the darkening background. It was like the stars coming into view in the evening, only very much faster. The matte gray of the metal wall just faded out to be replaced by the glinting, speckled deep-black of space.
I looked at the controls on the chair. On the left arm, there was a single short thick lever with an oddly shaped molded handle atop some dark brown material. On the right arm, there was an illuminated, lime-green screen about five inches square with a lot of black lines on it that intersected each other at all angles. Under that, a square of approximately twenty-five colored buttons arranged in about five vertical rows with one color for each row. I looked for symbols or written words and found none.
The experiment I was considering was risky, but I was desperate. Maybe one of those buttons would open a door or something. On impulse, I went ahead and pushed one of the green buttons. I looked around the room and listened carefully — nothing happened. When I pushed the button, I noticed that the lines on the screen had moved. I recklessly pushed another green one. The lines rapidly changed angles, slid down each other, then stopped. I pushed some of the other colored buttons. Nothing happened. Nothing moved and no sound could be heard.
Trembling, I sat down on the hard surface of the chair. I put my hand onto the molded T-grip of the lever. The handle was slightly small for my hand. The whole chair seemed a little too small. I rotated the handle of the lever forward, feeling the slow, fluid resistance of it. I felt suddenly disoriented as the stars began moving downward in front of me, in unison. Quickly I pulled my hand off the lever, which returned to its original vertical position. The stars stopped moving, but remained where they were when I released the lever.
If this thing is flying, I could crash it or throw it off course and get lost or something! I resolved not to tamper with those controls anymore. I might escalate a desperate situation into a fatal disaster.
I got out of the chair and walked to the edge of the room. As I did, the stars faded out and the surfaces of the wall, ceiling, and floor came into sight. I moved over to one of the rectangles resembling closed doors. I searched the edges for a sign of a switch or an opening mechanism. Seeing none, I put my eye to the crack; I could not see any light. I looked around for some kind of symbol or writing that would help me figure out where I was or how to get out of there. None.
I walked back to the chair and stood beside it, looking at the buttons. I was thinking about pushing some of them, when I heard a faint sound. I whirled around and looked at the door. There, standing in the open doorway, was a human being!
I stood frozen to the spot. He was a man about six feet two inches tall. His helmeted head barely cleared the doorway. He was extremely muscular and evenly proportioned. He appeared to weigh about two hundred pounds. He wore a tight-fitting bright blue suit of soft material like velour. His feet were covered with black boots, a black band or belt wrapped around his middle. He carried no tools or weapons on his belt or in his hands; no insignia marked his clothing.
I ran up to him, exclaiming, babbling all sorts of questions. The man remained silent throughout my verbal barrage. I was worried by his silence. He took me firmly but gently by the arm and gestured for me to go with him. He led me out of that room and hurried me down the narrow hallway, pulling me along behind him due to its narrowness.
He stopped in front of a closed doorway that slid open, into the wall. I did not see what caused it to open. The door opened into a bare room so small it was more like a foyer or section of hallway. The door slid shut quickly and silently behind us. Again I attempted to talk to the man as we stood there. No answer.
We spent approximately two minutes in the metal cubicle, no more than seven by five by twelve feet. Then a doorway, the same size as the other door and directly opposite it, slid open.The brilliant warm light that came through the opening door into the airlock-like room was almost like daylight in color and brightness. Fresh, cool air wafted in, reminding me of springtime in the out-of-doors, making me realize just how dark and stifling that place had been. What relief that fresh air was! The air moved around me in a softly fluctuating current. I stood and inhaled deeply the clean, cool breeze. The last tinges of the ache in my head and chest almost completely disappeared. I had nearly forgotten the discomfort that had been with me constantly since I had regained consciousness. I decended a short, steep ramp seven or eight feet to the floor. I looked around to discover that, although I was outside that dim, humid craft, I was not out-of-doors. I was in a huge room. The ceiling was sectioned into alternating rectangles of dark metal and those that gave off light. The ceiling itself curved down to form one of the larger walls in the room. The room was shaped like one-quarter of a cylinder laid on its side.
The outside of the craft we had just left was shaped like the one we had seen in the woods, but was very much larger, about sixty feet in diameter and sixteen feet high. It did not emit light; instead it had a surface of shiny brushed-metal luster. It seemed to radiate a faint heat from its hull. The craft either sat flat on its bottom or, if it had legs, they were only a few inches high. It sat nearly in the middle of the large room.
On my left, toward one end of the large room, there were two or three oval-shaped saucers, reflecting light like highly polished chrome. I could see two of them very clearly, and a silvery reflection that could have been another shiny, rounded craft. They were about forty or forty-five feet in diameter, quite a bit smaller than the angular vehicle I had just come out of. I saw no projections or breaks in the smooth, shiny, flattened spheres. They sat on very rounded bottoms and I could not see how they balanced that way.
The man escorted me across the open floor to a door that opened silently and quickly from the middle outward. We were in a hallway about six feet wide, illuminated from the eight-foot-high ceiling, which was one long panel of softly diffused light. The hallway was straight and perhaps eighty feet long. Closed double doors were distributed along the corridor.
At the end of the hallway, another pair of double doors. I watched closely this time. I did not see him touch anything, but again the doors slid silently back from the middle. We entered a white room approximately fifteen feet square, with another eight-foot-high ceiling. The room had a table and a chair in it. But my interest was immediately focused on the three other humans!
Two men and a woman were standing around the table. They were all wearing velvety blue uniforms like the first man's, except that they had no helmets. The two men had the same muscularity and the same masculine good looks as the first man. The woman also had a face and figure that was the epitome of her gender. They were smooth-skinned and blemishless. No moles, freckles, wrinkles, or scars marked their skin. The striking good looks of the man I had first met became more obvious on seeing them all together. They shared a family-like resemblance, although they were not identical.
Would somebody please tell me where I am?" I implored. I was still utterly shaken from my encounter with those awful creatures. "What in hell is going on? What is this place?" They didn't answer me. They only looked at me, though not unkindly. One man and the woman came around the table, approaching me. Silently they each took me by an arm and led me toward the table. I didn't know why I should cooperate with them. They wouldn't even tell me anything. But I was in no position to argue, so I went along at first.
They lifted me easily onto the edge of the table. I became wary and started protesting. "Wait a minute. Just tell me what you are going to do!"
I began to resist them, but all three began pushing me gently backward down onto the table. I looked up at the ceiling, covered with panels of softly glowing white light with a faint blue cast.
I saw that the woman suddenly had an object in her hand from out of nowhere — it looked like one of those clear, soft plastic oxygen masks, only there were no tubes connected to it. The only thing attached to it was a small black golfball-sized sphere.She pressed the mask down over my mouth and nose. I started to reach up to pull it away. Before I could complete the motion, I rapidly became weak. Everything started turning gray. Then there was nothing at all but black oblivion."
No longer was Travis Walton inside the belly of the mysterious hovercraft. He regained consconsiousness finding himself fully clothed on the cold pavement west of Herber,Arizona. As he looked up at the dark sky seeing a white light turned off. But as Travis Walton puts it in context "Either a light had been turned off or a hatch had closed, cutting off the light from inside. I only caught a glimpse as I raised my head; I could not be sure which it was." Then he continues to state in his book-"
Then I saw the mirrored outline of a rounded, silvery disc hovering four feet above the paved surface of the road. It must have been about forty feet in diameter because it extended several feet off the left side of the road. It was too large for the highway and it extended past the roadside to my left to clear a cutaway rock embankment on the other side of the highway. It appeared to be about fourteen feet high in the center.
For an instant it floated silently above the road, a dozen yards away. I could see the night sky, the surrounding trees, and the highway center line reflected in the curving mirror of its hull. I noticed a faint warmth radiating onto my face. Then, abruptly, it shot vertically into the sky, creating a strong breeze that stirred the nearby pine boughs and rustled the dry oak leaves that lay in the dry grass beside the road. It gave off no light; and it was almost instantly lost from sight."
Next,Travis Walton ran down the lonely stretch of highway to the nearby town of Heber. Stopping at the front of a building across the street from a Union 76 gas station,where upon he was knocking at the front door in attempts to have the occupients inside to open. He then ran down further down the highway where he stumbled across a set of telephone booths at a Exxon gas station. Travis called up the operator; no coin was required to call up a operator in this part of the country. When the operator asked Walton what number he was reaching for,he said the phone number to his sisters house,because she was the only nearby relative with a phone.
It was 12:05 A.M when the call was answered. Instead of expecting to talk to his sister,Grant,brother-in-law to Travis Walton. In such a state of mind,he tried to remember everything that happened to him since his encounter with the airborne hovercraft on November 5th. He said They brought me back!" Then I babbled, "I'm out here in Heber, please get somebody to come and get me!" My hand shook as I held the cold receiver. Thinking of a crank-caller,Grant replied "Uh, I think you have the wrong number" then almost hung up on the reciever when Travis broke out in hysteria "Wait! It's me, Travis!"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at the Heber Exxon station."
"Okay," Grant replied, almost apologetically, yet still cautious of a prank. "Stay right there. I'll come and get you. Just hang on."
Driving down three miles from his home in Taylor to Snowflake,Grant went to pick up Duane,brother of Travis Walton,and telling him about the phone call he recieved from somebody to be claiming to be Travis Walton. Taking no risks in not investigating,both Grant and Duane went over to Exxon. Upon arrving,doubts were cleared and did find Travis at the phone booth,where he told them what the best to his account on the spaceship,in only a minor detail because he at that time couldn't tell every specific detail. Travis did say about the eyes of the creatures aboard the craft "but those eyes, those horrible eyes! They just kept looking at me!"
While the time Travis Walton had been missing,a criminal investigation was being established by a state investigator looking into the motive foul play. Suspicion had been summed as a homicide pending because of a physical altercation between Travis and Allan Dallis. It was thought Dallis had murdered Walton,and Mike Rodgers with the other forest crew members helped as accomplices after the fact in concealing the body. Another theory surfaced that both friends Travis and Mike Rodgers had plotted a scheme to help Mike void his contract with the Forest Service. Thirteen polygraph tests were conducted in this case,including nine individuals,the seven primary participants including the mother of Travis Walton and his brother. Out of those thirteen,only 11 passed,one -Dallis in his original test-was inconclusive,and one-the first test conducted on Travis Walton-failed. Questioning of an actual polygraph test does provide whether the validity or the alterations of the measures of pshysiological state of its subject due to the controversy of lie detection under circumstances,i.e.-"beating out the polygraph" and "do they all work?"
In 1993,Cy Gilson,polygraph examiner for the state of Airzona,who also conducted the 1975 tests on all subjects related to the Travis Walton case,retested all three key participants-Mike Rodgers,Allan Dalis,and Travis Walton himself,in a state-of-the art modern CQT -Control Question Test. All three passed with flying colors. These tests were conducted while in preperation for the movie "FIRE IN THE SKY"-a film based on the events of the Travis Walton case. The film was made by the production of Paramount Pictures in associate with both the USA Network and The Sci-Fi Network channel. In the two years following his strange story of alien abduction,Travis Walton published his book "THE WALTON EXPERIENCE" in 1977-a novel which since has been out-of-print and is very rare to find. A doubtful investigator Jerry Black reopened a personal inquiry into the case of Travis Walton where he conducted interviews with people who were involved in the original 1975 investigation.
What actually did happen to Travis Walton on the evening of November 5,1975 at Snow Flake Mountain,Arizona?
The last 20 mins of the film FIRE IN THE SKY we see Travis Walton awakening on a spacecraft inside a plastic substance bubble and trying to explore his whereabouts until he discovers a space suit and is caught by surprise by a alien. He then is captured by a pair of entities,thrown upon a table where he is strapped down with a cacoon wax-like sheet,where from there on Travis is tortured with implements of various experiments. As soon as he remembers anything else,he actually regains consciousness in a doctors office unasure of why he is there. He was under hypnosis regression. It is a fact however,Travis Walton was never harmed by his abductors nor was he voluntered for regressive hypnosis. Travis when asked if he did recall his incident under regressive hypnosis,he answered "The hypnosis did help me verbalize my experience in greater detail, without being overwhelmed by anxiety, but did not help me regain any lost memories." Travis Walton felt he was gone for a whole day during his abduction,and noticed he had grown a beard when he was found at Heber during his entire episode. What cannot be denied is,Travis Walton was missing for a total of five days. It was missing time. Just like other reported UFO incidences,the case of Travis Walton remains another human abduction story in the hall of fame mystery.

upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a2/Travis_walton_abduction_polygraph_1.jpg
upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/75/Travis_walton_abduction_polygraph_2.jpg
POLYGRAPH TEST RESULTS 1975 BY CY GILSON

www.youtube.com/watch?v=tHN3TjwSjJk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5T-R_ZqmxQ

Travis Walton Documentary VS. The 1993 film "FIRE IN THE SKY"

www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrQLqFfelic
www.youtube.com/watch?v=65BnvhQqtYg


© 2007 sleepparalysis/obe.

[king arthur]

The alien film is quite freaky. This is the reason I think the alien races should be destoryed.

[King Solomon]

When I visited the aliens near Jupitor, I felt they should also be destroyed. They were up to NO GOOD.

[Dagalvyi]

I saw the movie. It was pretty good.

[Cuaresma1971]

You know..this is very interesting. Some said the aliens they encountered were a menace while some said they were friendly.

Wonder why people say they discovered peace after an encounter.