The Real Truth About Alien Abductions
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Book Details
About the Book
This book tells of how the government and an alien race are working together to win a war against drugs.
About the Author
I know a man André Ness. He is a big man, older then me by the better part of a decade. Someone I've known well for more then a decade. André has all the balls and twice the brains to back it up. You know how they say "all balls and no brains"? Well André has got a lot of balls, and he is also a very smart man. André has been working with trucks and heavy machinery all his life. He is a big Swedish American who stands 6'6 with a full head of gray and blond hair and a big, full beard that grows like a lions mane. My friend André is a good man with a big heart. He's a gas to hang out and party with. He's a good man to work with. And he is someone that I trust. André has the mind of an engineer, and a knack for making things work. He'll bring an old, seized engine back to life with knowing hands without opening it up. He set up his third camper bus in a layout that bested the liner campers that I've seen by a long shot. He had a hog at fifteen and burned up roads with the best of them. Born into a family of biker brothers, André can also fight with the best of them when people cross him bad or attack him. He is lightening fast with his feet. I personally saw him scatter four people who tried to jump him. He was fighting two of them with his hands, two of them with his feet and he lumped them all up. I was thirty-five feet down the street on a porch, and it didn't for a second look like he needed any help. He's getting old now, but don't let the old man fool you. Also, working, he is as strong as a bull-ox. We had an engine and a transmission from a big old Chevy sedan. Me and another kid cut up this rusted relic in the back of a gas station. We were out collecting scrap metal. The two of us could not load the engine and transmission assembly, so we left it. André was collecting scrap metal with me a few days after that. He loaded it by standing it on end and flipping it up onto the truck. Then sliding it in. We did a lot of work like that together. When André first told me of abductions I believed that the whole thing was absurd, but I gave what he said an ear. It was a good friend talking. Also I learned, when I was young that there is some truth in what any man has to say, even the ravings of a lunatic. So I listened. He would read me the books as he wrote them. We started talking about this about a year ago almost every night. Some things happened to me during this year that I dismissed. I am a practiced skeptic in my old age. I found three bags of crack in my laundry, one in a locked room that I had previously cleaned and swept and several outside my building. I was skeptical, but did not openly doubt what he said. Then there was a special on Metamorphic Camouflage that André taped and the story started to jell for me. I have found one small blood spot once in clear liquid blown from my nose on waking up one morning (only one spot from one side). Maybe my body doesn't produce the big high quality chemicals that André’s does. They pretty much seem to leave me alone. Too many things have happened to him, factual, proven things, to really discount what he is saying about aliens farming chemicals from the world’s people. Hiding in inter-dimensionality and giving our government a few high tech toys to play with to buy their co-operation. The phone companies repair service tested the ringer equivalency on his line and told him there were five phones in his trailer when there is only one, then clammed up. He has received similar treatment from the local police, the F.B.I. the N.S.A. Hollywood television producers and others who initially showed a huge interest and willingness to work with and assist André. Then a moment or two later, they changed their tune abruptly and stonewalled him. Phone calls have been cut off with André un-able to reconnect at all. Sometimes he tells me weird things that happen on the phone and I have no doubt that there are a few high paid technicians monitoring him watching T.V. playing with his daughter and entertaining his several girl friends in his trailer home. While subsisting on a meager income. So there is firm, hard truth in the better part of his theory at least. They do have invisibility and some other humans, at least, do keep track of him and yet won't touch him. In 1991 we were on our way to the camper bus in a beat up old chevette after scoring six bags of cocaine to freebase and smoke. The police pulled us over. Four officers came in two cars. When they questioned us, André told them that we were going to his camper-bus. They said "Oh you’re the group in the bus." Coincidence maybe, but the officer completed the sentence, after acknowledgement by the others, with OK you can go." We were amazed and laughed about the incident as we enjoyed our drugs. I do not doubt his other stories so much anymore. My careful analysis, knowing André and listening to what he has to say, asking critical questions and getting rational factual answers(with some necessary conjecture thrown in to try to explain the unknowable).My careful analysis indicates truth. I'll tell you what though, last night I dreamt I was smoking crack. I had a first class, but simple glass pipe. The high felt wonderful. I only remember dreaming about smoking cocaine when it had to be freebased years ago. It is a stupid habit, and I gave it up years ago. One thing that I remember very clearly from my old dreams was that you couldn't feel high in them when you dreamt of smoking. Friends in the know agreed with my observation at the time (a decade ago), you can't feel the high in dreams about smoking cocaine. Either dreams and their nature have changed or this is a different type of dream. Honestly, I don't know what they are thinking. Why would they want me to smoke that stuff again? I spent all my money for three years, worked like a dog and ate in the soup kitchens. After a three or four day roll I'd visit this girl who'd let me cook up food, rest, shower and wash my clothes before the next three, four or five day run. Now I am a happy productive member of society and find more enjoyment in simpler things. Do they want me to go down in flames over some dopey drug habit? I don't know what purpose could it serve? But I do know one thing I listen to what André has to say, because he does offer some insight. If all this is true, we must band together. Talking does no good. Infrared equipment, carillon photography. And some types of radar detectors may indicate inter-dimensional comings and goings. Persons proving unconstitutional treatment would have nice cases against the government, undeniable in their liability. A well-equipped snoop might provide proof. Perhaps someone can invent a way to hurt them or discover something that works to hurt them, like perhaps a stun gun or a nice powerful laser. So we can get these inter-dimensional ghouls off of our backs, off of planet Earth, and make it clear to them that humans are a strong race and won't be their farm animals! The government in their supposed role of condoning our mal-treatment might try to introduce aliens in a peaceful way. Try to establish some sort of peaceful relationship with them. The government lets them farm us. Aliens violate us at every turn. We must rise up and fight them in any way that we can. Do not be passive with aliens. Try to hurt and kill them, even though it might be tricky. Despite what you hear or believe, aliens are trying to be our unknown exploiters and view us like a farmer views his animals. They will do all sorts of things to you without much thought. SCREW THOSE ALIENS! Enjoy the book I did. Yours Truly, Fred Davis, New Haven, Connecticut. April 7, 2001.