The White Rose Conventicle

Hey folks. This week; I have nothing worth showing you guys. Which is odd, because I did find a couple of interesting videos that I wanted to talk about, but decided not to.

Why?

Well, the number of fakes on Youtube has increased substantially of recent note. More importantly, these fake videos aren&

Okay, this video, comes from our own case-files. Its recieved alot of commentary, both positive and negative. I’ve come to the conclusion, personally, that it was hoaxed. However, it is well done for a Hoax, and worth a watch.

If you are interested in participating in APIC (American Paranormal

Hey folks. Sorry for a bit of a delay in posting. Making this whole new investigative effort work is a hassle and a half. If you are interested in volunteering, and working with me on my case files, shoot me a comment here. I will be checking this blog every day for new comments.

Anyhow, I didn̵

I’m going to go ahead and call it. There are alot of objects this could be. It could be a helicopter, it could be a balloon. However given the height and the lack of rotor noise, I’m leaning away from either. Not sure what this is, but it is interesting to look at.

So what makes me think

Here is a video. An interesting sighting that comes from Waterloo, Canada. It features a small object, possibly from some light source, bouncing around the screen.

Whats worse, however, is that the person took it upon themselves to edit the video. Beyond their introduction, they also felt it was

This week’s UFO sighting comes from the land of the midnight sun. Scandinavia. Norway, to be exact. Here, go ahead and take a look.

While this particular account may seem like nothing unusual, I have some reservations. While, at first, I’m tempted to say, “There is nothing to indicate that this isn’

Hey guys! I’m glad to bring back my Aliens on Film segment for 2012!

Its been a while, and I’m still busy trying to coordinate my new investigative endeavors, but this will remain a constant.

With that being said, this week’s video is one I stumbled upon, which I want to use to illustrate

Launched October 4, 1957, Sputnik 1 fell to earth over a half century ago, on January 4, 1958, just about two weeks short of my second birthday.

If you didn't grow up watching Walter Cronkite and Huntley and Brinkley, grown, serious, trustworthy men, unlike today's cable news chattering class, manipulate little plastic models of spacecraft on TV as all America sat mesmerized, it's perfectly understandable if it strikes you a little odd, a wee bit self-absorbed, that I pair such a world historical event as the commencement of "The Space Age" with the mere personal, the birthday of an insignificant human infant -- me.

And both events happened such a long, long time ago that I can readily imagine most MMO gamers, reading this, already cringing at my manifest senile decrepitude and more than likely irreversible, utter ignorance -- for we've long known only youth know anything -- of all that is important and worth knowing of life, of love, and most especially of any game play worthy of the name.

Yet Sputnik 1 casts a long, long shadow for something so tiny, above the surface of the planet only three months, precisely because its consequences were so personal for those alive at the time or born soon after. Mundanely, it beeped around the planet and revealed some data about the upper atmosphere. But fundamentally, its advent forever altered the imagination of nearly every man, woman and especially child then alive. James Cameron was 3. George Lucas, 13.

For my narrow age cohort slice of that larger generation then "busy being born," Sputnik changed everything so fundamentally as to be incalculable, at least for we who were made by it. The very school system we entered as children only a few years later had already been turned upside down by the event, before we arrived. We knew no different. We were fed from the start an urgent stream of math-science education and glowing incitements to achieve great scientific and technological feats for the nation and, beyond, for the betterment of mankind itself.

In a year punctuated by nuclear attack drills -- third grade for me -- the quickest among us were assigned to play chess in the back of the classroom as an alternative to rote learning for those still striving to "catch up." Narrow, nationalist fear of Cold War mutual assured destruction was to be transmuted into a new fearlessness in the service of higher human purpose. We were, indeed, "to boldly go where no man had gone before."