Cattle Mutilations Abductions UFOs

By WhiteLight

Farmers regularly discover horribly mutilated cattle and horses and have seen cows taken up to UFOs by beams of light!   This horror has been occurring since the late 1800's yet no one has ever published any scientific explanation of why the Extraterrestrials in UFOs need to mutilate cows and remove eyes, ears, genitals and intestines and the flesh of the lower jaw!

Humans have long been abducted into UFOs by weird alien ETs who subject them to invasive probings and collections of body fluids; other humans simply disappear into thin air, occasionally to reappear with accounts of being taken p into UFOs but far too many humans just disappear like the helpless cows that are sucked up by beamsof light!

The US Navy released videos of UFOs travelling at amazing speeds , diving into the seas and disappearin, RAF pilots have chased and lost UFOs, but the science mainstream dare not enter the investigations for fear of ridicule.

Now WhiteLight has produced the definitive guide to why UFOs and ETs are performing Cattle Mutilations and Abductions as well as Human Abductions with physical examinations and probings - and the conclusion will astound you!

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: WhiteLight
• Release date: Mar 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215704905

Book preview

Introduction

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Spend your next twelve months doing nothing but gathering every book, newspaper and magazine article ever written, and absorbing every radio and television program or news item spoken about UFOs, orbs, human abductions and disappearances, cattle mutilations, Bigfoots, Werewolves and contacts with extraterrestrials from other planets and people having their vehicles suddenly stop dead by a close encounter with a UFO - and you might end up with a million incidents since 1800 or even before if you accept Biblical incidents.

Despite this overwhelming mass of evidence of UFOs being real genuine objects with amazing speed and manoeuvrability, and the direct connection between the appearance of UFOs and the paranormal phenomena listed above, NO ONE has ever come close to explaining exactly what UFOs are, why they are seen so regularly, and most importantly what is the truth of their message or intentions towards we humans are.

Now in this book I detail the awful truth of the origins of UFOs and the 'extraterrestrial alien beings' that are seen in them or which exit the craft to have contact with humans or animals.

The whole UFO matter may seem very complicated at first but read this book once quickly with pen in hand and make notes as you go and then read it again slowly while thinking about your notes and everything you have heard about UFOs slowly and suddenly all will come clear.

BE WARNED: THIS TRUTH WILL AMAZE YOU!

'One of the NIDS team formulated the explanation that the Skinwalker Ranch was haunted by PRECOGNITIVE SENTIENT INTELLIGENCES, aka DEMON-SPIRITS, who carry out paranormal acts and appear as UFOs, deadly light orbs, Bigfoots, werewolves etc just for the sadistic pleasure of seeing how the humans will react.'

Remember that the PRECOGNITIVE SENTIENT INTELLIGENCES description came from a highly trained scientist every time you hear or read anything about UFOs, aliens, ghosts, poltergeists, werewolves, Bigfoots and hauntings in general as all those phenomena are the work of the DEMON-SPIRITS!

Index

Chapter 1  Roswell did not start it all!  Socorro UFO was first!

Chapter 2  Fermi's Paradox versus Darwin's Worm Equation.

Chapter 3  Saucers, Discs, TicTacs, Orbs, Helicopters.

Chapter 4  Extraterrestrial metals in UFOs?

Chapter 5  The Moon is hollow!

Chapter 6  UFOs crash? Was Roswell a Kamikaze mission?

Chapter 7  Mutilations and Abductions of Cattle and Humans.

Chapter 8  Skinwalker Ranch.

Chapter 9  ETs, Bigfoots, poltergeists, ETs. demon-spirits.

Chapter 10  Origin of the demon-spirits and why they are evil.

Chapter 11  Bigfoot Hair DNA.

Chapter 12  Men in Black.

Chapter 13  Skinwalker confirms Fiction confirms Reality.

Chapter 14  The Wrong Adamski?  UK Govt UFO Archive.

Chapter 15  Conclusion.

Foreword

My UFO, Poltergeists and Angel

One evening in November 1988 I was walking home just after 8pm.  The night was cool but had the bright clear skies we often see in West Yorkshire, Northern England. I was travelling along a quiet residential street parallel to the busy main road out of town. Glancing around I was surprised to see the epitome of the flying saucer cruising quietly over the roof tops beside the parallel road!  It was the very typical upside down soup bowl, a pale yellow-green colour and seemed translucent but with three dark patches that looked like three crew members. Comparing its size to the house I estimated it was approximately 30-35 feet or 10-12metres diameter. It flew at perhaps 35-45 miles per hour along the line of houses until it reached the hill and rose up to follow the rising land until it disappeared over the hill.  There was no one on my road I could alert to witness the craft so I just marveled at how silent it had been and went on home.

Several days later the caretaker of my block of flats knocked on my door and on opening it I found her stood there looking slightly embarrassed with a local minister.  She said this is the local minister but I shook my head and said I wasn't interested in religion and they left leaving me baffled about why they had visited.

For about the two previous weeks I had had to endure the new tenant in the adjacent flat playing nonstop 1960's pop music from dawn to bedtime and I was fed up of it as it wasn't my preferred music. I worked each day leaving home at about 7.30 am, came home and was generally in bed by about 10.30pm and I slept quite soundly but the evening's constant music was getting on my nerves. I went and knocked on his door and asked him politely to turn the music down. Imagine my surprise when he furiously called me a hypocrite because he had heard me sawing and hammering wood as though making furniture at about 3 am for several days!  I was so stunned at that and practically said to not be stupid whereupon he slammed the door in my face.  He did turn the music down though.  Later that day on leaving the block I was again surprised by a look of hatred cast my way from the old guy in the other lower flat!  Perhaps he had been hearing woodworking too! For some reason a poltergeist demon-spirit had decided to have a little fun at my expense by banging on the floor and making sawing and hammering sounds - but I slept through it even though the noises seriously upset the neighbours. I have no idea how DEMON-SPIRITS can manipulate sound waves and I'm sure scientists would also be unable to determine and explain how they do it.

The only thing I can think of is they can somehow selectively block sound reaching some ears - but how?

On the same level of my flat was a very old lady and one day while chatting to her she told me her mother came to speak to her every evening.  Now that is obviously impossible in real terms but she was adamant that it was her real mother who came to sit and speak to her and reassure that everything after death was wonderful.

Her visitor was obviously another demon-spirit - or perhaps the same one who did noisy woodwork in my flat.  My woodworker may have remained invisible while using invisible but 'solid' hammer and saw while the old lady's 'mother' had materialised as a woman.

That is exactly like all the instances of old woman ghosts appearing in medieval reports.

And more sinister - like all the reports of Virgin Mary appearing round the world.  Mary probably died about 20 years after Jesus as by then she would be 65-70 unless GOD had gifted her more years in gratitude for her bearing Jesus. I think she died around 50-55 AD or about 1,970 years ago. She wouldn't want any dealings with pagan Catholics whose churches all display gory idols of her nailed up son!  Catholicism's 'Mary' idols are actually pagan Ishtar and Tammuz from Old Babylon.

I'm certain my woodworker and the old mother in the adjacent flat was one or more demon-spirits that have been wandering Earth for over 4,000 years.

I just recently became aware of Colm Kelleher's idea that UFOs somehow pass an 'infection' on that like a 'hitchhiker' follows witnesses home! While his infection idea is childish stupidity it may be that UFO demon-spirits do notice who witnesses their UFOs and materialise as poltergeists or entities to frighten or intimidate them in their homes just out of sheer wicked devilment. On recently reading this 'HITCHHIKER EFFECT' theory I think now that the demon-spirits accompanying my UFO had noticed my attention and had decided to cause me some trouble but of course I had no inkling of such a connection back in 1988.

A year or two later I set off on my usual late vacation of touring Scotland staying in B&Bs each evening after a day leisurely driving along quiet scenic roads and having museums and monuments practically to myself.  I was somewhere out in southwest Scotland and in need of a place to stay when I rounded a corner on an unlit road and came upon an old inn with a rooms-to-let sign. I had a meal and drink and then went up to the room and eventually settled into bed. As I turned the light off the room was totally black as there were no outside or street lights.  I snuggled down in the comfortable bed and was soon asleep.  About three am I was shocked awake in terror as something shook the bed really hard.  Mentally telling off whatever had done it I was able to snuggle back down and sleep again.  In the morning at breakfast I mentioned the incident to the proprietor and he muttered something about 'Old Nan' before his wife silenced him with a warning glance.  Apparently there has been a resident or visiting poltergeist demon-spirit named 'Old Nan' for many years who objects to anyone sleeping in that bed.

50 years previous to this incident I was a teenager and woken several times by something stumbling over my legs each night.  It was like a hard footed small animal that had some difficulty walking on the bedclothes or was deliberately treading on my feet.  That bedroom was dimly lit by a street light but opening my eyes never saw anything and just snuggled down and hoped it wouldn't occur again. Nowadays I think it was probably a demon-spirit matted with cloven hooves like a small goat.

In about 2015 I had become a keen new Christian attending one or other Methodist chapels on Sunday as well as various weekday evening meetings. My preacher friend followed a rota of holding services at several local chapels and I went along with her and quite enjoyed the lack of formality in them. Being new to Christianity I was still ignorant of the fact that most 'Christians' are anything but and the various ministers and preachers I met were the worst!  I soon started asking the ministers and chapel staff at each chapel if they were descended from Adam and Eve or were evolved from monkeys only to be very disappointed to hear that virtually every one claimed to be evolved monkeys that had evolved from fish billions of years after the mythical BigBang! One woman head of the circuit even smiled condescendingly at my question and asked if I knew the first four books of the Bible were just poetry!  Needless to say I no longer have anything to do with that Satanic cult. I still can't understand how their minds reconcile believing being evolved from monkeys, which is calling GOD and Jesus liars, yet hope to fly off to heaven to GOD when they die!  Such delusion just baffles me.

About that time I had read that a big old mill just adjacent to my flat was to be demolished.  It was practically the last of the huge textile mills that had given England such wealth and fame in the nineteenth century but was now seriously unsound with dry rot and needed felling.  The day was bright and sunny so I went to take some photos of the building thinking I could take some every day to show its demise.  I busied myself composing shots by walking across and back over the road which was very quiet midmorning. Checking for traffic before crossing again I noticed what appeared to be an old tramp with a loaded bicycle coming my way. I crossed and took some close-ups of the crumbling masonry and was mildly surprised to see the tramp push his bike towards me.  Being a friendly polite person I said good morning and was about to make another photo when he asked me if I knew if the library in the nearby hilltop village would be open. I studied him well as I replied that particular library was only open two evenings a week.  I noticed that he wore old nondescript shoes and trousers, topped with a tatty old cap, but his jacket was one solid mass of patches on patches on patches! Now in England there are lots of charity shops selling used clothes and I am sure any such shop would have given him something better to wear. Also England's social security system would have provided him ample money to buy better clothes and shoes.  His bicycle was an old basic style in black such as we had 60 years ago. Hanging over each handlebar was a black plastic sack seemingly stuffed with his worldly possessions. He then asked if the next town's library would be open and I replied yes very likely as it was a bigger town.  He didn't seem happy with my reply, and what was odd was that to get to me he had passed the turnings to both libraries.  I looked him over and wondered if I should offer to get him some water to fill the empty bottle dangling off his handlebars but somehow I didn't think he needed drink.  He then asked if a third nearby town's library would be open but I said probably not as it was a small place and budget cuts had meant staff cuts and few opening hours.  After a short awkward pause he decided to go try the third town anyway and set off that direction. I focussed and took another photo of the mill and turned to see which way the man had gone but he had disappeared. The road was wide and straight but he was nowhere to be seen. Partly mystified but sure he had been an angel if not my own guardian angel I walked about 75 yards in the opposite direction to the small butcher's shop I patronised.  The shop had lost most of its customers when the mills had all closed and the owner spent most of the day leaning on the counter looking out the window.  I asked him if he had seen the old tramp guy with the bike and he strongly denied any such person had passed as he had been looking out for quite a while. I didn't pursue the matter as the one thing that convinced me the old guy was an angel was that despite his clothes giving the appearance he was sleeping rough he had the most clean, shiny, healthy, wellshaved complexion! I'm sure he was an angel checking up on me as the unknown author said at Hebrews 13:2 to entertain strangers as any stranger could be an angel. It is apparently as easy for angels to materialise an old bike, tattered old clothes and possessions as it is for a demonic fallen angel to materialise a sleek supersonic UFO!

One of the ladies I met through the chapel told of an occasion when she had to cross a very busy road and wondered how she could do so safely when a nice young man materialised a few yards away, took her arm, stopped the traffic