This Christmas eve—gather 'round the fireplace—hold onto your red hat—grab hold of your jingle bells and take a big hit of the fortified EggNog! Be prepared, friends and loved ones, to hear a story of a different kind this Christmas eve that will have you at the edge of your sleigh seat!
First you have to wade UFOs making effortless incursions into sensitive airspace around Washington DC during the Summer Of Saucers in 1952, orders subsequently issued to the military of the United States to shoot those UFOs down, 21 plus hours of sustained UFO activity on the 12th, a crash landing of a fiery ball on the Bailey Fisher observed by sober adults and children... and then you can start talking about a "Flatwoods monster"... followed by a HUGE aftermath, eh? Those are the facts.
Frank Feschino, the authority on this terrifying close encounter incident of September 12, 1952, will be discussing his findings on this classic case, which he has spent more than 22-years investigating and researching. The incident goes something like this: "When what to my wandering eyes should appear... was a 12-foot-tall creature—wearing encounter-suit space gear."
For information to hear the show please go to (http://darkmatterradio.net/shows/podcast-ufo/)
For additional information about Frank Feschino's research and book (plus 45 minute documentary) please go to www.FlatwoodsMonster.com
How is it allowed at all: this *thing* called "late night radio": programs we have beaming in... ...'fore Sol provokes his *day* again. Sure, it's proffered in the *dark*, when most are sleeping, minds in park... marshalling small energies to match their mainstream's tyrannies... though lately shows pervade the day awash with weirdness, one could say. Now? It's "dark" at any hour; at any hour you're empowered.
Feschino, at the "TREE" taking tree samples
for analysis with a MUFON STAR team.
Analysis was inconclusive...
This scourge we endure is called "Cognitive Dissonance." It squanders our spirit and keeps us in chains. Our souls are made worthless and we're then indifferent to conscience increasingly sullied and strained.