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Post by gone on Jul 25, 2014 21:28:10 GMT -5
return to the first page of this thread...and read again.
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Post by Born on the Fourth of July on Jul 25, 2014 22:06:32 GMT -5
Thanks, I will.
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Post by inventorunknown on Jul 26, 2014 15:00:08 GMT -5
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Post by inventorunknown on Jul 28, 2014 13:24:49 GMT -5
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Post by Born on the Fourth of July on Jul 30, 2014 21:59:20 GMT -5
A small step in the right direction, hopefully
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Post by inventorunknown on Jul 30, 2014 22:18:36 GMT -5
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Post by Born on the Fourth of July on Jul 30, 2014 22:31:20 GMT -5
How do you get one past the best Hockey goalie? You overwhelm him by having action and pucks coming at him from all directions. The more inventors and innovators that come at the system, the more likely we will get it past the road blocks. At least that is my hope. If we weren't being blocked, we would be living freer, cleaner lives and those who are starving would be thriving, because the technology to power their needs would be there.
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Post by inventorunknown on Jul 31, 2014 14:25:58 GMT -5
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Post by Born on the Fourth of July on Aug 2, 2014 19:38:58 GMT -5
So as a reader of this story, here are the things I am wondering. First, will this be told in an autobiographical way in the first person through the eyes of the engineer or one of the others. What connection to the engineer do the others have...are they relatives, business partners, spouses, etc.
When 'on' the craft....were other entities observed or 'felt. If told effectively through the first person, I am dying to know what emotions or thoughts or sensations were going through his/her body or mind. hot/cold tranquil/afraid mind racing/zoned out something he would want to do again/something he never wants to do again.
And was there vibrational energy present as if in the forcefield between the two energy sources?
Was it dark or bright? were the sensations coming only thru the mind or were the eyes and ears picking up signals and if so, what?
And when the craft departed, was the ground compacted, warm, burned, or was there no sign the thing had ever been there?
A friend attended a seminar where a man who had died and came back, according to the man, described how the conscious being when it leaves the biological body, is large, bright, massive even. And when the consciousness comes back to the body either in return to life or in reincarnation, there is a momentary sensation of 'how will all of me fit in that tiny thing (the biological body). So is it possible this is not a craft, but rather some state of being?
sorry, continue
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Post by Born on the Fourth of July on Aug 2, 2014 19:54:22 GMT -5
Everything was normal until we saw the light.
My buddies and I were between tours, coming back to the base from a night on the town, windows down, feeling good, listening to the Supremes on the radio. A cute blonde had taken a liking to Dave while he was downing his first beer at the local bar, next thing Frank and I knew, Dave was popping quarters into the juke box and he was dancing closely to the babe on the only open patch of floor over near the pay phone. The way she came after him and the fact that she was too hot to be here alone under normal circumstances, told the two of us that she was reacting to something. Maybe her old man was in Nam, or maybe he was home and had just slammed her around. Who knew? And Dave didn't care. His evening was turning out better than he ever anticipated.
Since we hadn't been as lucky as Dave this evening, he was up for some good natured ribbing. So when he hollered from the back seat, "Hey man, look over there." I figured he was trying to distract us. But when he start screaming, Dan, I'm not shitting man, look over there in the field, I realized he was serious. Frank beat me to spotting what Dave was seeing.
It was the light.
A gigantic glowing ball of light in the field off to our west.
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