Coping: Dogwood Days and Alien Abductions

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a picture of one of our dogwood trees that was blooming much earlier than expected because of (don’t make me say “climate change” or I’ll puke) an early Spring around here.

This weekend, Palestine, Texas will celebrate the first of three weekends of Dogwood Trail Days.  To give you an idea of how the canine-trees are doing, here’s an update look at the one off to the side of the shop carport…

There are lots of other reasons to come to Palestine, Texas.  I mean, other than seeking an autograph of….er….well the lines don’t usually get too long until about 9 AM.

There is the Red Hot Chili Pepper deal, but more to my taste is the upcoming April 29th Palestine Community Yard Sale in the Palestine Mall parking lot.

I like going to such things, not because we need any more “stuff” than we have.  But it’s always interesting to see what people have that they’ve grown tired of.  I think of it as a social anthropology self-guided field research project.

Now About Abductions…

Other events around out little berg today include (and I didn’t make this up) is the second day of the “Extraterrestrial Abductions Day” marked with a 5K and a 10K run.  Must be true because it’s in the local paper over here including a word about the “glow in the dark” medal given out to runners.

There are some people who might think this is all in good fun, but I had a personal encounter with a (something-or-other) alien when I was in in high school.  And yes, running sounded like a very good idea at the time.

Don’t know as I’ve ever told you the story, but I’d been working (even then) on ham radio antennas that lit up fluorescent light bulbs.  If you haven’t figured out what UV light, high voltage electricity, and radio-frequency energy have to do with one-another, then you haven’t generalized much about the Philadelphia Experiment, have you?

Back to the story:  I had taken a nap.  I had moved into the basement of my parent’s house some months earlier and my Dad and I had run a 220V circuit over to my “basement bedroom/ham shack/lab” to power a big linear amplifier I’d cobbled up.

So there I was, napping on a Saturday afternoon I think it was – tired from chasing DX into the wee hours – and I woke up about 3:45.

There – standing in the doorway to my room – was a very alien looking guy with the usual big eyes, greyish-green scaley skin, and an iridescent quilted-looking vest.  Across his chest was an odd weapon.  It is – to this day – the scariest thing that has happened in my life.

A couple of weeks back I sketched it up as it came up in a conversation with Elaine.

I wasn ‘t happy with the sketch because there was something canine-like about his face..beginnings of snout?  Perhaps.

I sure wish he’d let me look at his weapon:  Something like a rifle, but coils and clear plastic of some kind and all shiny metalwork. Portable railgun, maybe?

Unfortunately, he was pissed at me (no idea why) and turned looking over his left shoulder (if that’s what they call it) and announced to a second one of these freakzoid things that “This one MUST DIE!”

I screamed…but nothing came out.

Fast forward 51-years and I still haven’t been as frightened as I was that day.

Sure, I’ve covered anti-war riots – front lines where the gas was – and faced emotional stresses that run the gamut from mean attorneys to an inadvertent spin in an airplane on my first solo flight.  Yeah, I know what scared is.

This what the whole – down in the pit of your soul permanent demon kind of scared.  Not the kind of scared that can’t follow you into the Hereafter.  These things had that visceral kind of sense about them.  Demons?  Be a fine term for ‘em, for sure.

But here – today of all days – I noticed this bit about the Extraterrestrial Abductions Day run and found it to be an odd enough coinkydink that I thought I’d mention that even today, running from this little P.O.S. was the finest idea ever.  Except, he was in the only door into my room.

They (the weaponized whatever) and his sidekick who I only heard something like a chirp from and as they did so, they shut my bedroom door.

About 2-minutes after they’d left, I got up the nerve to open the door – and of course – no sign of them.  I found my voice and yelled to the upstairs mom and sisters.

“Just a bad dream…”

Hell no.  Not at that level of detail. Metalic iridescent blue-green (going off to gold) waffle-weave?  Uh…no.  I was a creative kid and all, but weapon?  Clothes? Far too real, although I’ve done a lot of dream work…that’s cool and all, but there’s still a line between “lucid” and “holy shit, this is the real deal…” Where we lived – on the side of Seattle’s Beacon Hill – was mostly woods.  Maple trees for the most part – so if you were from another place, it would be an ideal spot for comings and goings.  Up above where Interstate 4 runs from downtown to the old Rainier Brewery.

Of course, there was no sign of anything.  I knew there wouldn’t be.

If I were to speculate – based on  all the reading and research I’ve done over the years, there is something to this alien/demon stuff.  Science Fiction has been a great – almost laughably simple – ploy for these critters to keep humans off their track.

All they needed to do was plant some “space travel” ideas and presto!  Dump apes on this rock will go wherever the herd points.

But the evidence – when you go through something like this or read widely – is that it’s much more likely to be a dimensional rip of some kind.  And those?

One of the reasons our little anti-gravity research project here at the ranch is so interesting is that there are dirt simple questions that I can’t see anyone as having ever tested before.

Take coils and frequencies.  Sure:  Tesla, Marconi, RCA…yada, yada.  But have you ever considered that at the interference zone between three or more sources, there might be some yet-to-be discovered phenomena?


I remember what Louis L’Amour told me once:  When he was writing his westerns, there were still placed in the American West where you could go out on the High Plains and still see the ruts from where wagons had gone through half a century (and more) earlier.

Always meant something to me:  That apes like us tend to do repetitive motions much easier and more frequently than original thinking.

That could launch me into a longish discussion about how Social Media is such a brilliant diversion of the masses from original work and breakthrough thinking.

It’s wagon ruts.

But run into an alien, demon, or a whatever, and you, too, will find yourself running full-speed every day.

You want to have as many tricks up your sleave  as possible should they come looking for a harvest.

They are malevolent little shits and not to be trusted.  Which is one reason, perhaps, that I’d just as soon not live in “targetable” towns.

Ure Versus Yard

This week the lawn got its first haircut of the year.  It was a comedy of errors.

Got the air compressor out to pump up the tires and the extension didn’t quite reach.  By inches.

Thankfully, it started easily.  A little avgas saved from the plane was a blessing.  None of the instant varnish methanol crap.

But then I ran over a runaway piece of fencing.

The mower has three blades and it wrapped around all of them.

So out of gear, down to a shady spot in the driveway.  Idea was to use the bucket loader on the big tractor to hoist up the front of the riding mower – which worked like a champ.

But not before having to slap a temporary fix on the big tractor:  Big top 3-point pin had come out and was in hiding somewhere in the south 16 acres.

With the big tractor back in commission, it was then easy-peasy to cut enough wire away from the bolts and remove the blades.

Out with the wire – back on with the blades and for the next three hours it was mowing my little heart out.

Followed by a hot shower (dusty as hell so it was like getting mud off) and a snooze and gee…going to be like this for the next how many weeks?

Owning property is always cited by real estate salespersons (housing pimps) as the best investment you can make.

While that may be true with dollars, it’s not with sense:  Our yards own us from now to about November.

The one retirement joy I’m taking now is applying that weed ‘n feed fertilizer that just screws on the hose and covers 5000 square feet.  To hell with the bags and the fertilizer spreader.

I want to own the yard, not have it owning me.

Say hi to your first dandelion for us.

Write when you get rich, too.

27 thoughts on “Coping: Dogwood Days and Alien Abductions”

  1. George –
    We planted bluebonnets, clover (N2 fixer), indian paintbrushes – a general mix of wildflowers that bloom from early spring to about mid-April. We don’t mow in that period, and it is also dewberry time. So it tends to look pretty and require nothing but admiration for about a month.

    And since you don’t have yard police like in the city, why not??

  2. UFO’s and Aliens…
    I have to say two weeks ago I was out grilling supper and afterwards went out in the evening air to clean the grill up for the next use when I looked into the night sky.. it was a beautiful night when I see this thing in the sky that seemed oddly out of place at first I thought it was Venus that has been so prominent in the night sky for the past few months but hey Venus was out there just a little to the right of this thing .. then I thought oh an airplane putting its landing lights on as it flys towards our local airport. it flying towards me would make it look like it was stationary..
    then all of a sudden this thing whatever it was took off so fast that all I seen was a streak which startled me.. I called a friend of mine to see if he had any idea what it was or if he had seen it he went outside to view to.. during our conversation I said something to the order of.. I wonder if that was some test plane or if that was the watchers watching..
    about that time the thing flashed back just as quickly as it had flown away.. a little later there was a second one a little further south of it.
    I had never seen anything like it or anything move like that in my life.. it hung around about a half hour or so then was gone.. I find myself going out gazing in the night sky to see if it will return. Did I report this.. absolutely not.. will I a simple NO will suffice with that one question..What was it I have no Idea.. I did look at it through a scope though to see if I could distinguish anything about it.. it was pretty amazing and looked like it had blinking lights on the bottom of it with a projecting square beneath a sort of cigar shaped object but that was about has much as I seen..

    • out of curiosity.. I wondered if anyone else had seen this thing.. so I googled sightings in our area.. LOL seems I wasn’t the only one and that it has been around more often than just the one night I seen it..( now I didn’t report it so if you figure there are a hundred that have seen it for every one that takes the time to report it.. then there are a few)…

  3. Mr. Ure,

    In reference to your alien sighting:

    Imagine if your leader had sent you on a two man hit team to somewhere in rural Russia. Would you have opened the door to your victim’s bedroom, turned to your clandestine buddy, and said (IN RUSSIAN); “this one must die”?

    Of course, if your mission was only to scare the crap out of the victim then, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

  4. See I was just talking about the Alien Invasion in the news comment section yesterday. Cue up the cgi. In your mind went the memory and off you go. \
    I’m thinking the radio waves and electrical craziness you were into as a kid is the same tech that’s affecting the masses today. The aliens you saw were actually Government agents sent to see what you had created and now they’re using it against us all.
    Someday I hope to actually write you, you know when I get rich

    -Someones HVAC guy

  5. George, I was startled by your “weed and feed” comment. You have way too much going on between your ears to just casually douse your immediate environment with poison, don’t you? What do you think the net effect will be of repeatedly saturating your land with glyphosphate or what ever kind of poison you are choosing to lay down? This is one decision you need to rethink. Wow, that really surprised me, you are SO on the ball and this is such a… unthinking maneuver! Wishing you my best, while I facepalm… e.

    • Yeah George, after all, where is the AMA going to get their new poison pill to feed America if there are no weeds to convert into a new Xarelto, or Phen-Phen, or (enter your own pharmaceutical nightmare)!!

  6. So, George, this alien experience would have been back in the 50s? Sci-fi was big back then but I wouldn’t chalk it up simply to someone with an imagination as well developed as Ure’s. I know you’ve heard of the “waking paralysis” one can have. I experienced that as a kid, too. And, dang!, how lucky were you as a kid to have a dad that would indulge your curiosity as much as to wire your room with 220v!

    Here in West Texas (capital “W”!) I have been personally miffed that I’ve not seen anything other than the Dyess fly-boys and girls practicing their skills in our area. Each time I pop up over the hills on our multi-section place I half way hope to catch one of those UFOs on the ground making a pit stop. As long as they don’t mess with the livestock I’m fine with it. Who knows, I might get an autograph! But if I start getting mutilated cattle there’ll be interstellar incident in the offing!

    Other than that the only crazy thing I’ve experienced was a voice I heard in my head when I was 11 or 12 that foretold my future and years later helped me win a poker match. Other than that … nuttin’… that I’m allowed to remember.

    • Wow, the “voice you heard in your head” at 11 or 12 years of age, I had it too, I was in school and there was a story about a boy and his family and something bad happened health wise to a parent which caused strange behavior and the boy suffered emotionally. The voice told me “this is going to happen to you” and it did 30 years later, to the tee, exactly as in the story.

      • Yep, when you “hear” it you know it’s something out of the ordinary. It’s one way I’ve always pictured ETs communicating with each other – a voice in their head speaking words. On the next level up it’s strictly concepts, emotions and pictures with no or few words.

        I figure that at whatever relaxed emotional state I was in both times my brain was either open or “tuned” to whatever frequency something close by was using to target me. I’ve read and felt that the brain is a complex transceiver between our world and whatever else is dimensionally close by.

  7. Do Aliens, well, those from outer space, speak English??? I figured they have their own jibber jabber. In my opinion, for whatever it’s worth & probably not much, is that what you saw was demonic. A demon jacking with you.

    • My guess is if they are smart enough to figure out a way to travel hundreds of millions of light years to earth they can figure out our simple language.. I also think if they are here they have been for some time.. from biblical times to now there have been hundreds of thousands of sightings from tribes of the past to tribes now isolated without any need or desire for publicity..

  8. Several insiders claim the reptilian depicted in “Jupiter Rising” is spot on. If that depiction fits your experience, then you had contact with a fourth density reptilian or another one of your special dreams that permits you to see the “future”.

  9. Whatever you own, owns you. You only think you own things, but since they require maintenance of some sort or another, they actually jack you around. For other than life’s necessities, the less you own, the freer you are. Try full-time RVing. That’s the freest I’ve ever been.

    • I agree whole heartedly with the premise that possessions own us more than we own them. I don’t want to own anything anymore. I’ve been forced rather than chosen to take up the RV life. It’s got it’s pros and cons. now I’m not sure I even want to own the vehicle to pull it. Everything you OWN is somehow becoming a liability to one’s financial security. Wher does this end?

  10. Powerful electromagnetic fields can cause hallucinations.

    Currently snowing and blowing here, no dogwood blooms for us.

  11. I will never forget when my Dad put a fluorescent bulb next to the ham antenna in his car and keyed the mic. Amazed, RIP, W4DNM.

  12. George, the question of whether UFO’s are real has been answered…they are.
    And a real good book regarding abductions is “Walking among us-The Alien plan to control humanity” by Dr. David M Jacobs, PhD. Fascinating book. Based on the 1,500 or so “experiencers” he has interviewed, he extrapolates about 2% of the U.S. population has been “examined”. Maybe you’re among them, have you ever been hypnotized by a pro researcher?

  13. I’ve only got 1/3 acre, but it’s tropical forest/jungle in the back half, uneven ground with lava rock domes. Two more truckloads of hand-picked green waste went to the transfer station yesterday. It rained again last night, so the stuff is already growing back. And I’m feeding ‘sterilizing potion’ the little fire ants that infest the fruit trees before I can do some serious tree removals back there. And here it’s not seasonal work.. it’s year ’round!

    Retirement? I’ve never worked so hard for no pay!

    I’ve got to get that jungle ship-shape before I can think about putting up a ham radio tower. Talk about motivation!

    • LOL.. I know how that is.. nothing more hideous than weeds.. grrr.. years ago in the early eighties I got a pint jar of this orange colored weed killer.. the instructions one tsp per quart spray.. I made up a batch and walked into the back where all the weeds were driving me nuts.. I swear I only pulled the trigger once.. a sphfffft sound and one single light mist and that was it.. LOL LOL LOL LOL took down all the weeds that was bugging me it was so good the leaves started to fall while I watched..all the weeds the whole garden and almost killed the apple tree and the grass for about a fifty foot area LOL LOL LOL LOL my son in law came over and asked me what in the heck did you use you killed the apple tree even the grass on the ground died.. LOL LOL.. it was pretty awesome stuff…. .. you could use something like that that would clear it up.. it took two years for the weeds to grow back or for me to grow a garden.. LOL LOL LOL LOL.. Needless to say.. it is pretty awesome but only use in case of a weed emergency LOL LOL LOL LOL cut the weeds down instantly..

  14. Here’s a lead for your frequency experiments. Several hams I met at field day mentioned experiencing degraded mental effects when they were too close to their 1.2GHz transmitting antennas. Curious.

  15. Wow! George! That is quite a story. So, you subscribe to Jacques Vallee”s interdimensional hypothesis rather than the ET one? Lately, I am told, Valle’ himself is coming around to the conclusion that at least a portion of these incidents do indeed involve ET beings rather than something interdimensional or otherwise metaphysical.

    It is almost as surprising that Palestine has an ET abduction days festival. Rather open-minded of the city mothers and fathers, even if tongue in cheek.

    Thanks for sharing,

  16. Hi George,

    I’ve always been a bit envious of your dreaming ability, though I recognize that it’s a two edged sword. I do think it has to do with endogenous DMT, the same chemical that’s in ayahuasca and SOME magic mushrooms. It’s possible that strong RF could enhance production and release of DMT, though all of us have it and it’s necessary for dreaming and imagination. The creature that you saw is similar to what Terrence McKenna described as “Machine Elves”. I’ve had a couple of brushes with entities like these under altered circumstances and they were very vivid and real. Their attitudes toward humans are like ours to illegal aliens. They are either uncaring or annoyed at our invading THEIR world. Two that I saw spoke English and were amused at my presence. I generally don’t dream much and treasure what dreams I get. It’s rare for me to have explicit memories of such things.

  17. My college in Peoria IL put up a microwave dish, and soon after we had a UFO sighted by many people. Someone from the Pentagon/DOD/whatever came to talk to the student council, and said it was probably due to some phenomenon we dont understand yet. I wonder if this phenomenon happens to be wavelength, frequency, and microwaves. But I have never been so paralyzed with fear, before or since.

  18. Could have sworn to have heard you talk about this alien thing before …..spooky mayby a deja vu

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