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first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
first discovered in 1995 by Beyond Boundaries
January / February 1999
We are now back in our Rainbow office as of two nights ago and decided we are getting a little too old to do this much traveling in such a short time. But it is the mental strain on the old mind rather than the physical strain on the old body, I think, that is the real problem! There were so many wonderful people to meet and and so much to learn from them! I hope the information we contributed enabled them to go forward with their research objectives also.
Yes, people are being contacted by ETs, as they call their visitors, in the cities and countryside of New South Wales, Victoria, the island of Tasmania, and, seemingly less as numerous, are the reports of contact on the South Island of New Zealand where we concluded our downunder expedition. A bit more difficult to gather are the stories from the Basque people in northern Spain who are receiving information from dimensional portals located on their spiritual treks in the high Pyrenees, but that information will follow in a later story.
Let’s take these daily expedition reports in chronological order beginning with our landing at the Sydney Kingsfordsmith International Airport, in the early morning hours following the long crossing of the Pacific flight which began at LAX 14 hours before. Add nearly three hours and you get 17 hours of total air hours from Texas. We won’t mention the two hour drive airport drive from Rainbow which began our arduous odyssey to Ossie. Somehow we still had the strength and perseverance to find our rental car and drive to our hotel less than 3 miles from Sydney airport, as Carla at the travel agency had assured us. It was my idea that we needed to rest for a couple of nights before driving up to Inverrel into the bush as they say there to visit an old friend. Bobbye had owned a travel agency for years in a little town near Rainbow before investing in an Australia sheep ranch and moving downunder to establish dual citizenship. She is slightly interested in my unusual quests and traveled with me once to Berlin the year the wall came down. My quest then was to help destroy that wall! We drove across East Germany to Berlin, took our hammers and did our share of the work. I have pieces of that horrible part of history in my treasures.... “Was the hardest concrete ever mixed”, I decided.
Arriving our first hotel, the Airport Park Royal, was great. I was so tired but had much to do before I could rest! First I should call everyone on my list with Sydney phone numbers plus a few extras not located in that city. This was the beginning of a giant phone bill I found waiting for me when I returned home. In fact at some point AT&T cancelled my calling card. I never found out why but somehow a computer told them to pull the plug on that credit card number causing a major inconvenience and extra expense to me because from that point on it was use the payphone or expensive hotel phones for the over 100 calls necessary on this expedition! All these little details are to give you some idea of what actually goes into the making of a primary expedition.
For a couple of months before departure I had worked days and nights in the Rainbow office pounding away on the computer trying to contact every known UFO researcher on the net with an address ending in .au. As usual, people responded very kindly to my requests for assistance in locating researchers and experiencers / contactees interested in meeting our primary team. But something was not quite jelling with my highly developed technique that has worked for years. Something was not quite right. The situation just did not have the usual feel of warmth and willingness to share information and only a few people had answered my plea for help. “Ah,” I said to myself. “I think I know what is wrong. These researchers have caught the “ego” disease that seems to plague UFOlogists throughout the world. They are fighting amongst themselves. I recognize the symptoms. Everyone is sitting on their little pile of personal research data fighting off all local and foreign invaders of their turf. All such invaders, like me, are threats to their domain. I have seen that behavior before. Now, what do I do as the expedition is scheduled to leave in just a few days and time is running out?,” I asked myself. I was confident I had found the problem but not yet the solution. Then I met Mike Farrell based in Port MacQuarie NSW on the Internet. He seemed like a really nice, serious researcher, grounded in a real life situation working to pay bills and spending his spare time acquiring and swapping UFO videos worldwide. He quickly became my first real friend in this Australia part of the story explaining the the minor political situation there on the UFO research scene, and how their opinion of American researchers was not helping my assistance request. Then he quickly “cut the crap” and got onto helping me make the contacts.
We thoroughly enjoyed the 3 or 4 days real life in the bushland of NSW with Bobbye on her ranch. She introduced us to the “salt of the earth” type Australian bush farmers. When I brought up the UFO subject they seemed to know nothing about sightings, abductions, contact, or dimensional portals but did know about strange lights seen in their nearby hills for at least two generations. Their lives had been hard hit by severe drought with long term effects widely devastating to these people living off the land. Real estate auction and for sale signs were on farms and ranches everywhere and cattle herds had been cut way back in number. Their better sheep had been sold off a few years before when the bottom fell out of the wool market. The old ewes were being shot rather than shipped because they were worth nothing at sales and could not be fed under current lack of grass conditions. I didn’t mention anything about future climate changes, cataclysmic events, or Y2K because these families are doing the best they can now just to make it through current conditions.
Leaving Bobbye’s hospitality, after enjoying our first Australian barbie hosted for us as well as a pampered few days’ rest, we had a nice drive through the north NSW countryside on our return to Sydney. A pleasant surprise awaited us as we drove into the circular drive at our charming little Chateau Sydney Hotel Carla had booked for us earlier. It was conveniently located close to the city center and a comfortable place to wait for expedition members to arrive. Keith and Sherry were expected first by taxi from the airport and we planned to pick up Joe there in two days.
After a couple of days we “switched gears” from being “tourists” to focusing 100% on research objectives for the next 17 days which included current phenomenon in the Sydney area, in a 200 mile radius of Melbourne, on the northern half of the island of Tasmania, and on the upper two thirds of the South island of New Zealand . I had committed to the responsibility of producing three radio shows and it was time to gather the material and the people. If you are on the net and would like to hear the shows from the Sightings archives at broadcast.com then you will need these URLs:
January 15th broadcast from Sydney:
January 19th broadcast from Melbourne:
January 28th broadcast from Christchurch:
We met such nice guys, all UFOlogists in one related field or another, who came to our hotel for the radio show broadcast live from my room via telephone. To tell you the truth, 5 minutes before the show, I did not have anyone there ready and waiting to go on the air. All I had were promises I extracted from a couple of telephone calls I had made that first day in Sydney. But as always seems to happen, the guys soon arrived and we passed our room key around so they could all park in the hotel garage, as parking space is a premium in Sydney. Appearing on that day’s broadcast were Matthew Favolarro, host of a very successful radio show in Sydney at FM 104.1, and who is a hypnotherapist working with abductees / contactees; Rocco Delillo, an astrophysicist head of the science department at the Sydney Institute of Technology with paranormal experiences of his own to talk about; Bill Chalker, a chemist managing a local laboratory and author of a wonderful book reporting on years of Australian UFOlogy; and Peter Khoury, a talented and successful building contractor as well as an experiencer who leads his own support group working closely, he says, with Dr. John Mack of Harvard. You can see for yourself as you listen to the taped broadcast of the show in Sydney that there were higher powers obviously at work that day in getting this information from these professionals out to the world! Written summaries of all three shows plus summaries from the separate Beyond Boundaries interviews are found in Issue 16 of the Beyond Boundaries Newsletter. (Beyond Boundaries membership/subscription information is posted at the end of this article.)
The morning I was to meet Joe after he cleared customs at the airport, who completed our primary team, began very early. I had been invited to appear on the Channel 7 Today Show broadcast from Sydney which aired all over Australia, much like our Today Show covers the U.S. “No,” I told them. I cannot appear on your show live at 7:30 am. I am obligated to meet and greet an expedition member at that time. You will just have to tape the show,” which they did. The studio limo picked me up promptly at 6:20am and off we (Sherry decided to go along for the ride) went across Sydney to the studio. When I realized that I was the cause of the anchor woman’s early arrival also I was wild with my new sense of dangerous power. Seriously though, the TV appearance was worthwhile in opening doors for me in Australia because “Ufology was presented in an positive manner untypical of Aussie media,” people later told me. Our limo driver turned out to be a Harley Davidson fan who spends his vacations, or “holidays” as they are called there, riding bikes with sightseeing groups traveling across the U.S. He is flying into San Antonio in June, meeting a group of biker tourists from around the world and leasing a Harley for his ride north to Montana. Since the group is planning to come right through Rainbow I invited them to camp here at our place on the Brazos River for a few days. Won’t that be a neat and interesting experience? I can’t wait to interview some of those guys about possible sightings and experiences. The conversation I had with our driver that early morning riding across Sydney brought back memories of a couple years ago when I was stranded in Milwaukee at 1am in what had to be the worst part of the inner city. I was lost, had no map, and was a little scared after being forced off the road by a car full of rough looking kids. When I finally found a convenience store open, bars all over the windows and doors, to purchase a map I was helped by a biker who gave me his worn out favorite map he carried under the seat of his Harley! He was an angel that I met along my way - maybe a Hell’s Angel? But I was very thankful for his assistance which put me on the right road to my Dundee, Wisconsin, destination that night.
Keith and Sherry Ardinger are portrait photographers based in Tigard, Oregon. Their business is family portraits offered as promotions by banks and credit unions in neighboring states. Keith and Sherry are also avid UFO Researchers specializing in crop formation ground investigation and aerial photography in the N.W. U.S. Some summers they can be found in Wiltshire England chasing the formations with the rest of us crazy croppies. While visiting tourist attractions near the Sydney waterfront Casino Sherry decided to take a quick rest reclining on a concrete park bench. Getting comfortable and before closing her eyes she glanced at the beautiful blue sky overhead at the exact time a saucer shaped object was darting through the puffy white clouds. And, Keith was able to film this disc with his Sony videocam. The disc shaped object was not a satellite, a balloon, or an airplane! It is a UFO in the sense that it is still unidentified. There are many irridium satellites in the downunder skies these days - and nights but this object was definitely not one of those!
Finished with tourist sightseeing in Sydney we took the airport bus back out of town, caught our flight for Melbourne where we leased the first of our 5 vans for the expedition. Jason Groves had contacted me from Warnambool via e-mail before I left Rainbow, saying something like, “I don’t know whether you would want to visit our group or not as it is very small and we have only been working together for a year or so, and........” “Of course we are going to visit your group, Jason,” I answered to him. After we first arrived in Sydney I was able to contact Denise Borrett near Gormandale, Victoria, whose story had just appeared on the CBS special aired in the U.S. last December. Looking at the map Denise was located about 3 hours east of Melbourne and Jason was located about 4 hours west. We decided these locations were logistically feasible for us so after one night at the surprisingly nice Airport Motel we packed up the van and drove toward Gormandale. We stopped for a night at a tiny Mom and Pop type motel and visited the next day with Denise and her husband, son, and friend, Neville. You can read a synopsis of Denise’s radio interview on Sightings also in Issue 16 of the BB newsletter. Her story describes an ongoing, longterm family contact with the beings; a dimensional portal on the place she was instructed to buy by the so called ETs; and their homestead complete with self sufficiency in food growing, energy, and water; a sudden development of clairvoyance; poltergeist type occurrences around this family; and prophecies of coming cataclysmic events and the feeling of a purpose for being on earth during these events. There is also a prediction of a quickening type event to save certain people of “light”. Denise has begun to formulate a hypothesis, after much study and research, that there is a connection between persons selected for contact and messianic bloodlines. WOW! What Denise has told us is very much like the story I have been reporting to you from contactees throughout the world: Good vs. Evil beings; Multidimensional War occurring now; An inevitable dimensional / vibrational shift in the near future; earthchanges / other cataclysmic events; life on the planet ceasing as we know it after the “taking up” of chosen people. - All is the heavy stuff that we are being told throughout the world during the hundreds of this same type of interview we are conducting with Denise. True or false, we cannot make judgment on that question for you. Our only judgment is that regardless of what this phenomena may be it must be considered a phenomenon. Some suggestions of what the phenomenon might be include actual real contact with extra terrestrial possibly interdimensional beings who may be telling the truth or lying, the contactees are all watching the same TV show and getting their information that way, they are all drinking from the same bottle or the same water that is laced with some sort of hallucinogenic drug, there are radio waves beamed at them from a secret mind controlling government project, and a multitude of other possibilities. It all boils down to this for us: Because this is a phenomena of growing magnitude we are at least listening to, recording and reporting these bizarre and scary stories rather than sticking our heads into the sand in denial feigning complete ignorance.
Since meeting Denise I have had several e-mail messages from her friend, Neville and I plan to stay in close contact with him via e-mail reporting all developments through this newsletter. Just a few days ago there was a message from Denise that I have included at the end of the synopsis of the broadcast from Gormandale in the member’s Issue 16 newsletter.
We rode or walked to the top of the hill on the land next door to Denise where the dimensional portal was supposedly located. If some of you Beyond Boundaries members are interested in portal research, although at that time I did not have my Magellan GPS with me, I can give you rough coordinates of the location of this portal. There are many sightings stemming from this area as well as mysterious night time lights. The modest home Denise and her husband have built has been constructed mostly with their own hands and at the rate of one board at a time - a small two story dwelling, woodburning heat and cookstove, generator electricity, and cistern water - but one of the most beautiful and peaceful mountain tops I have every experienced anywhere in this world to date.
Oh boy, now we had a little logistic problem because I didn’t realize the drive from Gormandale through Melbourne to Warnambool would have to be made in one day: a drive of at least 7 hours! I can blink off to sleep sitting straight up in the roughest riding 4 wheel drive vehicle, or wherever in whatever conditions and get my rest as I need it, but the question was could the group do the same? Well, this was a carefully “organized” little group that just "synchronistically" came together for the occasion. They were tough and could handle most anything with great stamina when necessary. When we arrived finally in Warnambool everyone was energetic, at full attention, and ready to get on with the research project at hand.
Jason had a motel already reserved for us in the small town of Warnambool, the Best Western. He was staying there himself in a hostel bunk and was about to celebrate his 21st birthday in a few weeks here in his home town. “The first activity on our list for today is an interview with our local newspaper, the Warnambool Evening Standard,” Jason told us when he met us at the 2nd MacDonald’s after the 3rd red light on the left when we drove into town. I had wondered why he was all dressed up in a suit and tie “But,” I said to him, “We are not dressed for a photograph and really we didn’t bring anything very suitable to wear anyway.” He assured us that our expedition, tough travel type clothes were just fine and very becoming of UFO field researchers on a primary expedition. Off to the local newspaper office we went. Jason rode in the van with us and bounded out to find the reporter who was conducting the interview as soon as we arrived at the Evening Standard. “We must first go out to a location for photos,” she said to us after a few questions checking our sanity, I suppose. So we drove to the beach to an area of huge boulders that did look something like saucers had landed. “You, on top,” the photographer said to me and meaning that I had to climb on top of that very big rock. "But, no problem, we do what we must do at the time," I was thinking silently as I wondered if I could really get up there. I did and he situated and photographed us in various postures on top of the “landed saucer.” This photo composition reminded me of the talent of my Scottish journalist friend, Stuart, who has just been awarded, for the second consecutive time, British photographer of the year.. When the photo session this day in Warnambool ended with another very brief interview, I thought, “Okay, a tiny little piece somewhere in the recesses of the dullest part of the paper saying something about a bunch of UFO nuts coming to their town.” Next morning, a beautiful huge color photo and well written and correct comprehensive article covered two thirds of the front page! And most important Jason and his little group of 8 to 10 local young people in the town got great press and publicity so now people there in Warnambool having sightings and other experiences will be much more likely to give this group a call!
The remainder of the afternoon was spent running through a local supermarket with Jason and his friends, grabbing ingredients to please everyone, for a “real” barbie in the local park - a fun afternoon. Now, the barbecues in Texas are quite different from what we saw as the official Australian barbie. In the park were barbecue grills for public use and we selected one of them where Joe took over as chef. But the barbecue grill was just a solid steel griddle heated by portable propane tanks allowing 10 minutes of use per timer push - not the open type grate so the meat could drip fat through creating smoke and barbecue flavor. The carnivores present had plenty of pork chops, sausages, weiners, and the vegetarians had a strange sort of Aussie veggie burger. We all ate the local cheese melted on the grill, and feasted on some of everything else I could find in that store: pickles of all types, fresh vegetables, fruits, cookies, all sorts of beverages. All our new friends just kept arriving including Jason’s family: the real people again of Warnambool - not the people you would meet sitting in some detached from the real life situation 4 or 5 star hotel.
We spent the rest of the evening freezing on the beach participating in a professional night watch. The irridium satellites came across the sky by ones and twos every 15 minutes or so. We saw nothing anomalous that night. Our Warnambool experience ended that evening with coffee at Jason’s father’s house.
Back to Melbourne we drove leaving as early as we could get packed and out of there and arriving at the ferry dock by 1pm where I planned to produce our second radio show for Sightings. I explained to the TT Lines marketing department that I needed a quiet private office with an uninterrupted telephone line and in return I would promote their ferries to Tasmania while broadcasting live from their offices across the United States and Canada, and on the Internet. Seeming slightly impressed they said, “Okay,” and gave me the office with a private phone line. From there I coordinated getting my group onto the huge ship which was loading at the time (due to depart in 3 hours), the telephone call between Jeff and Denise in Gormandale, the interview between Jeff and Jason in Warnambool, and my talk in between interviews from there on the Melbourne Dock. “Boy, if I can make this work, I have really pulled off a good one,” I thought to myself. The first snag in my plans surfaced when the beautiful receptionist tied up the “private line” with a very private conversation with her significant other and the Sightings producer could not call me the first 30 minutes of the show. I didn’t realize that my "private line" was tied up or I would have created a commotion to get her off the line. In the meantime Jeff’s interview with Denise was going great, and when I finally got on the line I was so proud of Jason as he discussed several past Australian UFO cases, including the Frederick Valentich disappearance. He sounded much more knowledgeable and well versed than any 20 year old could possibly be. The neatest thing that happened during that broadcast was when a ex Australian Air Force pilot who had flown the old WWII planes in the 50’s in Australia called in from Oregon to talk about the UFO cases Jason was discussing. That pilot, a native of Australia now living in the U.S., told the audience that his home was only 30 minutes from Warnambool. Do you realize just how big Australia really is and the chances of that caller being from a place that close to where Jason was speaking from at the time? The broadcast ended, I grabbed my luggage and literally ran for the ship as it pulled away from the dock - ETA 8:30 am in Devonport, Tasmania.
Our expedition research director, me, had very little lined up for Tasmania. “It would be a good test of raw research capabilities,” I rationalized after trying time and time again to make contact with someone on the northern half of the fairly good sized island. I did talk with directors of one group in Hobart on the S.E. corner both before going to Tazzie and again after arrival there. The second phone call reassured me that they were only a sightings report group and had nothing to do with abductees / contactees issues. So, back to raw research which consisted of asking people on the street if they ever saw anything strange in the skies around their area. But don’t discount totally the value of this type research which sometimes leads to really good first time granted interviews with people relating unembellished experiences.
“There is a nice local restaurant almost unknown to tourists where the real people go,” our proprietor / host of the little cabins where we were staying told us. We had already had the experience of concocting our own meals and enjoying simple potluck fare together. Joe turned out to be a good dishwasher type, Sherry and I, the chefs, and the other two thought they were in management rather than a part of the food work staff. So, when this suggestion of a really neat place to have a nice relaxing dinner came our way we went for it. After a day’s field work trying to locate research material directly from area residents, we barged into the old mansion a.k.a. restaurant not dressed for the occasion. I realized the mistake a little too late. “This is not improving our already established American weirdo image resulting from bothering people on the streets about UFOs,” I said to my little group as everyone in the place stared at us. “I bet if a crime is committed tonight they will suspect us,” I added. We had already created a commotion in the neighborhood that day by sliding on a rain / gum tree residue slick road through a rural intersection and destroying a post which stopped us a foot before we would have turned over into a deep muddy ditch. I knew that the local who stopped to help probably spread the story like a virus even though he did see us try to put the post back in place. We figured out immediately that the crowd already seated in the restaurant thought the occasion of dining there was very special and were dressed for celebration of anniversaries, birthdays, and other once per year occasions. But very soon, after expressing shock that we did not have a long standing reservation, the prim and proper hostess told us to take a seat in the parlor, order a drink, and she would have a table prepared for us. So we were in - we made it - were accepted as we were for dinner - not properly dressed and no reservations! The courses went slowly by and after a couple glasses of the local Tasmanian wine I had heard so much about I decided to take my stroll, as was the custom between courses we were told, to view the gardens outside. It was getting dark, had been raining, and after disturbing the geese retired for the night on a pond, I decided to go around to the kitchen to visit the chef and pet his two beautiful German shepherds I had seen him out walking with earlier. I headed through the shrubs walking on the leaf covered walk. The afternoon shower had caused the path to be totally covered with debris. All of a sudden I discovered that I had walked out onto a pond. I think I actually walked on water a split second before I realized I couldn’t do that and sank to my neck in the dark pond. Louder than the honking geese was a man’s voice saying, “My Gawd!” and then I saw his hand extending to help me out of the mess. Well, it was squish, squish in my hiking boots as I stripped in the dark parking lot behind the van. Thank God we had done our laundry that day and I had dry clothes in the van. I did made it back to the table for the main course, squish, squishing through the parlor, getting there just in time. No one had even missed me. But, I couldn’t keep this experience to myself and burst out with the story. Joe said, “I wondered why you were standing naked in that parking lot?” The house had a bathtub on the roof! In the middle of the highest peak of the 3 story mansion was a real bathtub complete with plumbing thus water for bathing while stargazing. Joe had climbed up there on his walk before the main course to see what the view was like and was in the perfect place to catch me in the midst of my embarrassing predicament! So much for dining in fancy places - not for me - I am just not the type! And besides, it is too expensive!
We seemed to be getting nowhere with this raw research method when BINGO! It happened while we were parked on a beach in a national park waiting for the magic hour of 5:30 when the kangaroos would come out to eat for the evening. Out of nowhere a guy walked up to me while I was about half asleep behind the wheel of the van and said, “Do you want some apricots?” I got the immediate impression he was some sort of panhandler or beggar type. I probably projected the body language of “get lost soon, buddy ” or something close to that. He kept hanging around and a couple of the other expedition members started talking with him. Joe, it seems, as is his usual behavior on such expeditions, was a few meters down the road asking people if they had seen UFOs and had spoken to this man. The man, his wife and three children, all from Holland had seen UFOs often. They also were leaders of an abduction support group that met in a town a couple of hours from where we were sitting. They were able to put us successfully in touch with their neighbor involved in interesting ongoing experiences. A couple nights later, after we found out the kangaroos really do not come out until after 9 pm, we arranged to meet this interesting experiencer in this same secluded location. While standing in the dirt lane with him that night, in the national park, we listened to the story of his many contact experiences, the information he had received of the coming cataclysmic events for the world, the ongoing good vs. evil interdimensional war that is now going on, the end of life as we know it on this planet, and the rest of this story we have heard now from at least 50 unrelated people around the world. This story, to our knowledge, and as I stated earlier, is one without a common denominator or else no one has been able to discover such. But again, it is something I don’t worry about because there’s not much I can do about it except tell you the stories just as they were related to me.
All of a sudden I heard Joe making strange noises as he charged like a madman through the brush in the nearby creek bed. He was trying to evict two wombats out of their home so we could see them. They stood a couple of minutes and let Sherry pet them before brushing my legs as they walked on down the lane. I was also able to touch them long enough to feel their silky, coarse hair. My best description of a wombat is a cross between a huge hog and a bear. There were at least 200 wallabies at the time grazing in the moonlight all around us, totally undisturbed that we were there talking about UFOs, ETs, and the future of their planet.
We boarded a short flight out of Devonport, after turning in our van, landed in Melbourne, and called the free van from the Airport Motel for the night. Next morning we had a flight scheduled about 9 am for Christchurch, the beginning of another adventure and the challenge of producing another radio show for Sightings on the Radio with Jeff Rense.
We chose a hotel in the middle of the small city of Christchurch for our first night on our New Zealand leg of the expedition. There is an uncanny event happening in every city that we have visited in the past two months. We experienced the minute inconvenience on this downunder expedition as well as later in northern Spain. Cities and villages are repaving sidewalks and streets with concrete blocks set in sand everywhere, it seems. But in Christchurch it was a little different. They began using the jackhammer after the business day and evening had ended. This busting up the pavement part of the reconstruction began right under our window just as we went to bed . We moved away from the inner city of Christchurch to a quieter location for our 2nd night in New Zealand.
According to information and correspondence I brought with me printed from Internet reports concerning Australia and New Zealand areas we were planning to visit, I learned that Greymouth on the west coast of the South Island was a sort of epicenter of a small radius of UFO sightings and paranormal experiences.
We drove across the island toward our destination of Greymouth enjoying the beautiful Arthur’s Pass area but noting that everywhere was evidence again of the severe drought conditions we had witnessed in Southeastern Australia and to a lesser extent on Tasmania. As soon as we reached Greymouth, we found the local newspaper, asked for the appropriate editor, and obtained an immediate interview with a person who said she had never heard of UFOs over their area or anything even associated with the subject. But, by that evening we had a call or two from locals who had sightings so she was not exactly leveling with us while on duty with the paper and had called the people she knew who had seen UFOs. We never saw the article or noticed any results from it and found nothing of interest to us there on the UFO scene. The week after we left there we heard about some kids having a major, prolonged sighting on the Greymouth beach. Maybe our visit either awakened someone to watch the skies or stimulated a craft sighting?
Murray Bott, New Zealand researcher, had told me we needed to come to Auckland because nothing much seemed to be happening these days on the South Island. “No,” I told him. “I am sure we will make the right connections and get good reports from the South Island.” I began searching for quality material and people as soon as we arrived back in the Christchurch area for the last broadcast of this expedition. I had several phone numbers to call but other than my two year Internet friend, Murray, I really had no friends in New Zealand interested in UFO Research. As a last choice because of her location I called one last name on my list of possibilities and a nice older sounding lady answered the phone. After I explained my objectives she responded politely by telling me that she had published a small magazine for 30 years but following her husband’s death she had ceased all UFO research. As a general rule on these expeditions we research only ongoing cases or information that is not over a year old. Sometimes there is a need to go back there and talk about the old stuff but the most recent and thus least embellished stories are what we want. The ones that are just being told for the first time to strangers like us are what we desire the most. We do not have the time to thoroughly document any of the information we receive but one on one with the person who has experienced the event recently is the most credible of possible interviews. Then we turn over all information to local researchers we were able to make contact with in each area for further investigation and documentation. We know that we are just barely scratching the surface in each area but at least we are getting the stories and if they are new to the local researchers then perhaps we have accomplished a bit in getting the information revealed to them. Sensing this lady had nothing to offer me as far as recent information I was about to end the conversation when she said, “Do you know you are right in the neighborhood where there is a large UFO investigation group with about 40 members who meet regularly and who investigate all reports on the south island? BINGO! Again, the information arrived just in time. I made the necessary calls to the person in charge of this group, who wishes to remain totally anonymous, who called herself "Fleur" on the radio show produced from Christchurch, and who says there is a need to remain undercover because her group is suffering from government and work related harassment caused by their line of research. She was able to supply 3 people besides herself, all with interesting stories of their ongoing investigations, and most of these people were associated with a local New Zealand University - again a group of educated and credible researchers.
Okay! Now that all promises were fulfilled we could relax and move along at our own speed in accomplishing our objectives. And, that is the way we continued until it was time for the expedition to end. But, no one was going home yet. There was no one to see off at the Christchurch airport. Joe wanted to do some more sightseeing so we found a first class motorcoach tour for him which included the most beautiful parts of the South Island. Sherry and Keith had some more sightseeing planned also as well as a few friends to visit along their way to Auckland to board their flight for home, and the two of us left decided to rest while moving around from place to place at a snail’s pace. We only had 10 extra days to rest before flying back to Texas, two weeks after that time until we were scheduled to leave for the Basque Country of Northern Spain.
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