Balder Ex-Libris - Bennett JeffreyReview of books rare and missing2024-03-16T01:56:42+00:00urn:md5:aa728a70505b2fae05796923271581c2DotclearBennett Jeffrey - Beyond UFOsurn:md5:d7f81503dea988a912d17131222de2142015-09-29T21:30:00+01:002015-09-29T20:31:36+01:00balderBennett JeffreyAllemagneRevueRévisionnismeSeconde guerre mondialeTroisième ReichUFO <p><img src="https://balderexlibris.com/public/img3/Bennett_Jeffrey_-_Beyond_UFOs.jpg" alt="" /><br />
Author : <strong>Bennett Jeffrey</strong><br />
Title : <strong>Beyond UFOs The search for extraterrestrial life and its astonishing implications for our future</strong><br />
Year : 2008<br />
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Preface. Alien Dreams. It has been a long time, but I distinctly recall the sounds and sights of my alien friends. I was only about 8 or 9 when they fi rst visited me. I frequently heard their voices calling to me, as small sounds in the night, like whispers into my ear. I’d listen hard, trying to make out a few words. Sometimes I even saw them. They signaled with little fl ashes as the dawn light entered my room, or in daytime with dancing lights in rays of sunshine. They must have been quite tiny, these friends from other worlds. At night, I’d look for signs of their spaceships in the sky. I knew that someday they would invite me to take a trip with them, carry ing me far from adolescent troubles to wondrous places of beauty, adventure, and joy. Out there, pain and suffering were unknown. They would show me the galaxy, they would choose me as their ambassador to Earth, and I would bring the news of our great new future to all of humanity. It was only a matter of time, and of my ability to decipher their whispers in the night. I’m now in my fi fth de cade of life, and I have not seen or heard from my friends since I was a teenager. I still believe they are out there, somewhere, but I am no longer convinced that they really visited me in my bedroom. Growing up can change your perspective in remarkable ways. The tooth fairy and Santa Claus don’t seem quite the same now as they did when I was a child. My little stuffed bear, whom I’d affectionately named Wilshire Boulevard, never did grow back the hair I clipped off him one day, even though I was sure he would. My alien visitors seemed so very real, but now it seems more likely that I saw refl ections from dust suspended in the air, and that the whispers in the night were just the sounds that I still hear but now interpret quite differently. <strong>...</strong></p>