I thought the same thing Eyeball-Kid. It's kind of like, you've been grounded all of your life in the Norm and there've been no surprises or revelations that you've been personally made aware of. Oh, there've been published stories and stuff on TV and what-not, but you know that everything in the media pretty much boils down to making money off of comercial advertising, and that the flow of money from one coffer into the next is what compells folks to produce anything that'll draw the crowd. They don't care what it is either. You get sick and tired of the sensationalising and the bad science and the witnesses who come off looking and sounding like somebody who's desperate for attention and so they make claims to be a messenger from God, a messenger from the Aliens, an advanced or evolutionary superior human or whatever. You're right in maintaning sceptisism because that's your common sense to such crap. Then one day, you're walking down a path thorugh the woods and coming upon a creek, you suddenly see a Leprecan, dancing on a rock in the middle of the river (not really, but I wanted to use the most outragious image that I could fathom). There he is, singing his Irish tunes and hopping around on that rock in broad daylight. There's no time for sceptical annalysis, No opportunity to get another witness, No use denying what is before your eyes. Then, suddenly, he sees you and dissapears... leaving you in shock and confused as to what just happened. You've got to tell somebody about it and you do. Oh oh, now YOU're one of THOSE people. Oh My God... and there you are. You know that you saw it. You aren't in the habbit of halucinating. YOU know it... but how can you ever convince anyone else that you DID see it. You can't. So you keep it to yourself and hold your cards close. Now you can start pondering the Next Question. Knowing that there apparantly Are Leprecan's, you can now ignore arguments by people who are still trying to determine whether or not they exist and move onto the subject of What was one doing dancing on a rock in the middle of a stream out in the middle of nowhere. You still don't have any answers, but Reality has been changed and re-routed for you for the rest of your life to come. Your mind has been opened to something else and there's no going back to being able to ignore the subject as just pure fantasy. You no longer have to be just a Believer. You are still grounded in reality but reality has been expanded to include the possibility of just about anything. You're much more open minded and you listen to accounts of things by other people and you tend to still dismiss the whacky ones because they're still out there in the thousands. You pause upon the sincere ones. You can believe a person who admits that they don't know anything and that they don't have any answers about what they know they saw. You believe that they saw Something. Anyway, all of that is still "somebody told me about this thing that they say happened to them" There never appears to be much proof that will satisfy. If only YOU'd had a camera when you saw what you did... Well, that day out in the Misouri woods back in 1989, we Did have a video camera set up on a tripod to document the excavation. There came into the frame something that stood up in the tall grass in the background, walked a short distance to the wood line and turned back to look at us. It was BIG and broad shouldered. There was thinning hair on its chest and you could see the skin starting to show through. It was light skin. At one point, the being tore off a limb and brandished it with both hands on either end in what seemed a display of anger as it rapidly rotated the the limb back and forth. We were in its territory and were disturbing the place with machinery. It was angry. You see, we were excavating a Dalton site that was being impacted by the construction of a temporary road that had to be built to transposrt contaminated water from a flooded quarry frull of something that I can't even remember now. Since the Missouri Dept. of Conservation couldn't transport the contaminants over the public road through the conservation area, they were building a new road to do so. There was a big bulldozer and a big earth scraper at work there each day and whatever had been using this particular spot to cut across allmost every day from the river on one side of the hill to the valley on the other side was evidently really p***ed. Every night, we'd leave at least one person and sometimes two, at the site to guard the equipment while the others would go into town and stay in a motel. Each night, the guys who had stayed out in the camp site would tell of something that had stepped over the wire fence next to the old road and walked along the ridge to the wood line. SOmetimes it would stop and howl they said and then continue into the woods. I never believed them. Never. However, when it was my turn to watch the camp one night, I had my two dogs with me. All night, they were growling and barking at something that was just in the woodline, 30 feet from me, that was moving around. I still didn't believe the others, and dismissed it all. Oh yea, we had several firearms in our camp for protection from thieves and so I kept a rifle and a pistol next to me at all times for that Just In Case that happens to all who become a victim of crime. It wasn't until the late morning of a certain day. The camera was roling. The machinery was moving dirt in the background and I was walking behind it, keeping an eye out for any lithic debree and tools in the dirt behind the machine that would signify that the machine had hit another feature. Then we would stop everything and start scraping around until we'd locate the tell tale soil discoloration and accumulation of chips that signified where we needed to put in a unit, which is a square meter hole, dug down 10 centimeters at a time with the soil being sifted in a screen and the material recovered from each 10 centimeter level, bagged and labled with marker pen on its side. All the while, there was something in the background, moving around and in and out of teh black and white viewer of the video recorder. Gary would eccassionaly look through the viewer and make a comment about a deer or someting moving around. At one point, you can hear him tell us to "go up there and find out what the **** that is moving around. That was the same moment when one of the guys I was standing next to said "Look! There it IS" I still didn't see anything, but Chris and Steve each grabbed a machette and ran up towards the wood line. I followed too, still not seeing anything. We entered the wood line and saw, about 40 feet away, a figure with it's back towards us. It was completely covered in the smoothest, silky looking long hair that was ever on a Persian cat. the hair wasn't shaggy or matted. It was long and smooth, the color of redish brown that glistened in the sunlight coming through the trees behind it. The head was also covered in hair that contoured down from the top of the head, down the sides of the thick neck and smoothly into the contours of the broad shoulders and down the arms. There were no ears protruding or any signs of ears breaking up the smooth contour of the hair. The same silky smooth long hair completely covered its back and legs. You could see muscle tone under the hair as it started walking away from us, slightly turning its head to the left and watching us as it moved to the left and away. That's when the two idiots with me began to yell at it, brandishing their machettes in what I suppose was an attempt to intimidate it and build up their courage. That is when the being began to run. It took off down a narrow game trail that skirted around the hill to our left through the woods and I followed as fast as I could, trying to keep it in sight. I couldn't keep up. It ran like an athlete. The other two guys (idiots) were too frightened to follow I guess, and had exclaimed "Look, there's another one!" and took off to the right. The being that I was pursuing went around the hill to the left and out of sight. That's when I heard it howl. It was a sound that I could feel in my chest. It wasn't a human cry. It was too powerfull. I thought at the time that it sounded like a combination of an Elk and a Bull. Having stopped by now, I turned back to follow the other guys. They were standing together at the top of a draw, looking down into the woods below them. As they started down together about twenty feet apart, they passed a spot between them where something suddenly sat up from the leaves that carpeted the woods. It'd remained motionless and they hadn't seen it and had just walked by. I turned to my right to see if Gary, the project director, was still filming and yelled back at him, "Are you getting all of this?!" I then turned back to the left and saw that the two guys were out of sight somewhere below in the draw. There was no sign of whatever had sat up from the debree on the forest floor either. The two guys later told us that whatever they thought they saw must've dissapeared. I figured that they'd walked past it while it was motionless and under the pile of leaves on the ground, then took off the other way when they passsed to link up with the other being. I regret that we didn't have a camera with us when we entered the woods. However, the color film that Gary retrieved from the video recorder showed what went on up to that point within the frame of the camera. It also caught us running into the woods. The video of the being suddenly standing up in the tall grass. shows just how invisible it was while it was apparantly watching us for a long time. It was about 103 degrees that humid morning when everything happened and anyone in a suit would've been really suffering. Well, Gary still has a copy of the event on tape somehere down in Versailes, Missouri. I lost my copy when I moved from Missouri to Nebraska years ago. I'll call Gary and ask him to please look for it and to download the VHS tape to disk and send it to me. Then I'll figure out a way to put it on line for you to see. It's interesting to say the very least. If it WAS two men in suits, they're very lucky that the two idiots who panicked and started screaming didn't have firearms with them. So are the two idiots. Manslaughter being a serious crime and all. I'll tell about the event in Belize the year before later on if anyone wants to hear it. Another tall tale form a guy nobody here knows... Oh well, all I can do is pass the information on as I experienced it and let it stand at that.
Edited by Whitedog333, 01 February 2013 - 02:53 PM.