what an effing moron. I knew religion was bad for the brain, here's proof. Jesus never existed, like Popeye or Dick Tracy. Fictional characters from funny books. These are aliens, from another planet. There are no angels or demons. Do demons need to travel in a flying saucer?

Amen 🙏 Christ is real. God is real. And as far as NHI, angels and demons

Funny how the people who want you disarmed are the same ones who will never be the ones protecting you. Protection isn’t politics for me. It’s personal.

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Been a HUGE Beatles fan my whole life… but seeing Paul McCartney live in Albany back in 2014 was something else. Over a decade later and I still think about the entire crowd singing “Hey Jude” together. That kind of moment just stays with you!!

Sig Sauer red dot on the AR-15. With everything going on lately… I think it’s time for another range day. Stay ready. 🔥 #2A #AR15 #RangeDay

If you could meet and have dinner, with anybody alive right now, who would it be? Aside from Jesus cause that’s a given For me, it would be Paul McCartney. I’ve always been a huge Beatles fan. Seeing him live was the best show I ever went to. 🙌🏼

#Alien #UFO #Disclosure

You claim you want to know the truth about the alien presence here on Earth and their agenda. Well here it is. Stop guessing. Start learning. 100% Chris O'Leary approved.

"E N O C H E N O C H !" "W H O' S T H E R E?" There was a time not long ago When trying to understand the nature of alien contact Was done through investigation. Only seventy-five years ago, all we could do was watch the ships in the sky, behaving in ways that our ships cannot. We could describe them, draw them and strive to photograph or film them. We would approximate their size and acceleration. We would catalog the ways they defy aeronautics. We would note the colors and the patterns and the windows. We would look for effects in the vicinity cars stalling, lights going out And that was all we could do. We only had the UFOs. So they called it Ufology. Then things changed and the aliens landed they were witnessed outside of their ships. sometimes they were seen repairing their vehicle sometimes they were collecting vegetation, digging plants and soil from the ground. So now we had more than UFOs, we had aliens. but we still called it Ufology. Things changed again and the aliens started kidnapping people. Out of their cars, out of their homes and out of their beds. In 1959, my mother Rosanne Shepherd was 12 years old when she was captured in a graphite gray triangle that suddenly was hovering over her. It was a bright sunny day and she was walking her dog on a public street. Two years later it would happen to Betty and Barney Hill. And then abductions became all we knew about them. But we still called it Ufology. They started taking me in 1966. I was very young. then my kid brothers as they came along, both later police officers. As well as mom and dad, we were going with them no matter what resistance could put up, in those moments before they take over your mind. they came for us hundreds of times, no matter what apartment or house we lived in. Mom and dad lived and died. I'm old as fuck, and Sean can see old as fuck from his house. And the accounts of abductees have yielded the clearest evidence we have of these beings, their behavior, their operations and their intentions. In fact you only know about the Greys because we abductees told you about them. same with hybridization. and where that has led to. So remember we are the only evidence you have as to the nature of our adversaries. while many on ufox retreat to ancient fables and religious antiquity. they graft their beliefs to their grift, and ignore what abductees know to be true. If you think reading the book of Enoch is something you want to do, have at it. It's probably very entertaining ancient Jewish science fiction. But nephilim and archons and watchers and antichrist and demons and angels and 'Old Gods' will do you no good if you look to understand the alien situation you are living in. Because the Greys came here in the 20th century.

You're listening to the wrong people. Exactly who is telling you that tripe? Truth is, you're unqualified to discuss this topic, like all the people who filled your head with these wishes that aren't true. You're just another guy who has never in his life been face to face with a tall Grey. That's what you are. And by that, you can't be taken seriously by those of us who have. You've never so much as seen a flying saucer in the sky, let alone be dragged on one by the Greys and Mantis, taken off the Earth for torture, mental control and sexual abuse. And you've never felt their weaponized telepathy strip away your senses and who you actually are and turn you into a compliant puppet. Nope, all you can do is run a montage of all fake photos of the Greys. You need to understand that the only people who know what the fuck they're talking about are us lifelong abductees. But people like you have a hard time listening and a harder time learning. Too bad. Nothing you can say or argue will put you in a position of knowledge that I am in. Not your fault, and not my fault. I've spent a thousand hours with these beings, that your post indicates you know to be real and be here. You've never seen one. I have. I've been on more alien ships than I've been on city buses. Now t get back to your post. The "U.S." believes that? What does that even mean? The entire government? the entire populace? Both? Bullshit, dude, sweeping characterizations like that won't do, define that claim. And even if everyone in the U.S. did believe that, so what? It doesn't make it any more true than any other bullshit the American people believe. They believe a dead troublemaker who was executed 2000 years ago named jesus is coming back any day now to fight the anti-christ in a pay per view live streaming event on Judgement Day. The Greys stepped up their invasion when we became a nuclear power, that's accurate. Out of zookeeper altruism? lolol The reason they sped up their invasion plan is not to prevent us from destroying ourselves, as if they give a fuck about us. They have plans for this world and its resources that don't include us, so they're making sure we don't destroy their investment property. They didn't come here to steal a radioactive wasteland. Your post is the confused rationale of a fool. Their actions run in a distinctly different direction. You know zookeepers tend to captive animals, right? So you're saying we are captive animals on our own world, ruled by beings that invaded in the mid-20th century, surely you're smart enough to not be okay with that. And let's be honest about your inapt analogy: Do zookeepers breed their animals with themselves, to force the captive animals to produce hybrid zookeeper offspring? No? lol you sure? Then throw the zookeeper horseshit out the fucking window. Why don't you tell me why the Greys are breeding humans like livestock, to force us to create hybrid aliens instead of our own offspring? You can't tell me why. But I can tell you why. But you don't want to know why this is happening, for your own stubborn reasons and weaknesses. But that will not make this invasion go away, or the enslavement of the human race by telepathic mind control insect hive mind slave traders. You choose to aid the invaders, with your naivete and lazy minded rationale, at the expense of your world, your species, human freedom, and the lives of your grandchildre. Well done, you sure showed us. But bear this in mind, I wouldn't have gone to the time and trouble to write all this if I didn't think you could do something more important in this field. @NasiNovareCoram @JeremyCorbell @jamescfox @AlchemyAmerican @GoldNubs @GoodTroubleShow @NathanL01084789 @DonaldPanza @SiezeTheDay215 @ufocop1

Congratulations about realizing aliens are here after they've been here for 80 years. I'm not sure what kind of medal they give out for that, or for being smarter than Michael Shermer and your fans. But a few points to address. 1. Trump knows nothing about the alien situation, and he admits that in this clip. In fact the last president who was briefed on the alien situation was Richard Nixon, and that was because he was Eisenhower's VP when this shit started happening in earnest, so he knew a great deal already. 2. The Greys are not "visiting" us. Visitors are invited. Visitors leave. The Greys are never going to leave. You see, this is an invasion. They invaded in the wake of WWII and have been an occupying force ever since. They are taking this planet from us, and are going to enslave the remaining human race. Simple as that. They are here for our vast resources, including us. They are breeding abductees like livestock, forcing us to reproduce hybrid alien children. They're our more obedient and more powerful replacements , and they'll be the public face of this takeover. They're now indistinguishable from human, yet are completely alien inside and in their loyalty, and they share the Grey hive mind, and have all their telepathic powers of control. Do not be swayed by ignorant detractors. You have finally found your higher purpose, to make people aware of the grim reality of alien contact, and to help us oppose it. This is the most important thing you can do. You had within you the ability to tell this is true, that puts you ahead of most people. Now you must help them to understand it. You can ask me anything. There's no man alive who knows more about the aliens than me and my family. The Greys took me in 1966 and over 150 times. That was 60 years ago. I don't know everything, but I know a lot. And it isn't good. That's why you will never get disclosure from the government, the truth will destroy this country.

If Disclosure was good news, they'd have told you 60 years ago.

I used to know this nutjob, she dated a friend of mine Sean way back in the day. When he dumped her he dodged a bullet. Literally. @NasiNovareCoram @SaratogaArtist

5 2 Y E A R S A G O T H I S W E E K A F A M I L Y P O R T R A I T A T E A S T E R It was 52 years ago this week, during my Spring Break/ Easter week off from elementary school, the Greys landed a small silver ship in our half-acre back yard. It was only 11:00 in the morning. The Greys disembarked, one of them stood on our lawn by the open hatch, in his silver Ugg boots, and two of them, one short Grey and one tall Grey, marched into our house and took my whole family, except Dad, who was thirty miles away at work in Albany. Mom screamed as she saw them coming, she saw them first. Like, really screamed. I was only ten and a half when this happened, but in all my life since I've never heard a person scream like that. I ran to her from the other end of the house, I thought she was injured. She was in the kitchen which looks out on the backyard, and screamed again as she watched them approach, not to me, she was screaming to herself, I think. "They came back! Why do they have to come back?! Why do they always have to come back?!" Looking at her words today, certain things are clear: 1. She knew them. 2. She knew they had come for her before.* * she was abducted in the summer of 1959 in a triangle ship on a sunny afternoon, walking the dog on a public street. 3. She knew they had come for her many times before. 4. She knew them well enough to be scared out of her fucking mind about going through it again. I saw them. I didn't have a goddamn clue who or what these things were (even though they had been taking me since 1966. They don't let you remember them until they want you to remember them). They were halfway between who and what, they were monstrous in appearance, but the tall one was wearing a long black cloak, from his shoulders to the ground, and the two short ones were wearing uniforms, matching uniforms, which to me meant they were more than just 'monsters'. They were regimented. The short one was heading straight for the picture window where I was looking at him, and he was marching. Imagine, please, humor me here, imagine something both comical and horrifying at the same time, in almost equal measure. Almost. My first though was that this 'thing' couldn't really be alive. It had such little, skinny arms and legs, its limbs as thin as broomsticks, and I'm not exaggerating. Even ten year old me wondered how it can walk without any muscles in its legs, because there didn't seem to be any. Yet, here it is,swinging its one arm as it marched while the other arm was holding some device. I thought it looked like an awkward, ungainly puppet. As if it were the stop motion work of Ray Harryhausen. It looked like a toy soldier trying to be taken seriously. Unfortunately for us, it was a real soldier. And not the kind you fuck around with. But just look at him. His neck was also broomstick thin as his arms and legs were, and perched on that thinnest of necks was an enormous head that looked as if it could snap off under its own weight at any moment and fall on the lawn. His head was kind of egg-shaped, upside down, with the big rounded part at the top of his head, narrowing down to a delicate, almost pointed chin. And here's a reason it seemed comical, his head was as wide if not wider than his shoulders. It seemed unnaturally precarious. What he was wearing was a form-fitting black leotard covering arms legs and torso. Where it opened at the wrists and neck were silver metallic cuffs and collar, and a silver metallic belt, and silver but not metallic padded boots. I only had seconds to take in this scene as it was unfolding before my eyes, trying to make sense of it strained my reason. I had no idea what was happening. All three of them were staring directly at me, it was beyond creepy. Mom was hiding, her back to the wall next to the window so they couldn't see her, I'm assuming. She was panicked. And then I heard this strange voice, at first indistinct like an AM radio station in a different room. It became clearer and louder, and now it was right in the middle of my skull. Not left, not right, it was as if I had on the best headphones, in stereo. And the voice was saying this: "You will not be harmed. Remain where you are. Do not attempt to run. Do not scream (too late on that one). Do not try to leave the house, we will not hurt you." And it repeated. I was trying to think as it was buzzing in my head, they sounded a little like cops through a megaphone outside of a bank robbery in progress. The short one was walking right towards me, but aiming at the wall and picture window, but the tall one was getting close to the kitchen door, he was only about ten feet from the steps and making a beeline for the door, I knew I had to try to do something. So I went to beat the tall one in getting to the back door and lock him out! Mom saw what I was doing as she was running to grab my brother and hide upstairs, she shouted to me "That won't do anything!" More evidence Mom knows a lot about these creatures. As she ran upstairs with my 6 year old brother in tow, I lunged for the back door to lock it. I didn't make it. I took one step and was frozen in place, standing as still as a statue. I couldn't even turn my head. I could move only my eyes and I couldn't make a sound. You see, the Greys read your mind in real time, they hear your thoughts in the same moment you think them. When I thought of resisting, they heard it, and paralyzed me where I stood with their weaponized telepathy. Problem solved. I couldn't even fall over. They were holding me somehow balanced. All I could do was watch them come in. The tall Grey opened the outer storm door then the inner kitchen door and stepped in, ducking his 7 foot tall head to fit through the doorway. And the short one that was walking straight at the exterior wall of the house and picture window? He walked straight through the beams and siding and insulation and sheetrock of the house wall, and part of him, his right arm, shoulder and half his head walked straight through the plate glass picture window. And this, dear reader, is the exact moment I lost my fucking mind. It was too much. Too much for me. Up until the point he walked through the wall, I was almost okay. But now I stood alone, and standing whether I liked it or not, facing two very different beings, one of which came through the fucking wall. There was nothing I could do. They paralyzed me so I couldn't move and I couldn't speak. But as was having some kind of standing meltdown, something primal in me, something that happens when danger has taken you and you know you're trapped like an animal forced through and I could scream! I screamed! And the tall Grey now lunged for me. He was angry. He slapped his hand on top of my head, audibly, his over-long fingers wrap around and grip my head like you hold a grapefruit. He tilted my head back as he leaned down to me, forcing me to make eye contact, and he screamed in my mind "BE! QUIET!!" And I went quiet. I suddenly felt different. Sedate. Calm. It didn't even bother me when I watched the one who came through the wall levitate up and through the ceiling of the dining room, to get mom and my brothers who went upstairs to hide. They were hiding in a small attic crawlspace, between the dormer window walls and the roofline. It's an anger I'll carry forever, the thought of my mother and little brothers, hiding from these fucking captors in an attic like Anne Frank. Of course, the Franks died, horrifically. We didn't. We were lucky, we were just taken again and again and again. My brother Sean who was hiding in that attic space with mom remembers what happened next. The Grey who floated up through the ceiling/ floor went up to the second floor and through the roof, then he came down into that space, and said to them one thing: "You can't hide from us." I was still paralyzed as he brought down mom and my brothers, I couldn't turn my head to see them, only seeing them being led around me, out the door and across the yard to their ship. Then the tall Grey led me to the ship and inside. And this was the beginning of the biggest alien event and the craziest fucking day I would ever have. E N D O F P A R T O N E Let me know if you'd like to hear the rest. @NasiNovareCoram @UFOcop1 @DonaldPanza @JasonTSands @jamescfox @justoldog54 @Alpha_Avtr @AlchemyAmerican @GoodTroubleShow @chrisramsay52 @NathanL01084789 @AbducteeJournal @XLessur @dylanbrody @SaraBondink @uforyn @mufon @JeremyCorbell

This is what most people do who fear for their lives that they will be murdered by government agents for releasing what they know about what is really going on: Take out an ad in a UFO magazine selling your secrets on a tape for $29.95. Don't tell the cigarette-smoking man...

"HEY! It's Enrico Pallazo!"

This should help you poor, ignorant superstitious fools:

Who's Ready For First Contact? ✌😎

A B O U T T H E " G O O D " A L I E N S If people could vote on what disclosure should be, what I know about the alien situation wouldn't get one vote. Including mine. Bad news on the doorstep. So when I talk about Mantis and hybrids and Greys and why they're here, and how they kept dragging my family into their crime-spree real estate swindle for the last sixty-five fucking years, I get a lot of pushback. I'm accused of pushing a "fear narrative". WTF does that mean? Who am I, R. L. Stine? If you're swimming in the ocean and I yell to you from the shore that you're surrounded by sharks, am I pushing a "fear narrative"? Or is it more that you should have the brains to know you're in danger. I get people telling me I'm wrong, with tale after tale of kind, giving, wonderful alien beings, here to share the love. They're here to enlighten us, and gently guide us to being cool and getting laid more. They're here to raise our consciousness, and make us new members in the Galactic Federation of Super Space People. They're here to test us and spur our evolution before the Sun switches dimensions or some shit like that. In the last twenty four hours I've been told that Jesus is an alien and he's assured an experiencer that he's got it all under control. I've heard someone else say that he had an alien visitation and the alien told him ever single answer about the universe and it's all great. I heard another annoying person tell me he was an ambassador, helping in the construction of a space embassy for his Star Family. And I'm supposed to take this seriously? I don't. But I have finally figured out why I shouldn't take any of it seriously: Because none of it ever happened. If you press for details on these "good" aliens, these people will admit that they never encountered "physical" aliens, or were taken somewhere on "physical" ships. They're the first to admit their 'contact' was non-physical. That it occurred on an "astral plane". That it was channeling. Or remote viewing. Or a dream state. Or it happened in the Spiritual realm. Or "downloads", ffs. In other words, it never happened. I'm sure there are exceptions, but the vast majority of happy, peaceful aliens who come here to give you free shit are figments of a daydreamer's imagination. And people say to me, "So what? My Astral abduction is just as real as your physical abduction!" To which I say "Okay, how about this: I'll get in an Astral car crash, and you can get in a physical car crash. Then I can visit you in the Intensive Care Unit and we can compare notes on how they're the same thing." Here's why it matters if all the good aliens aren't physical: Because the Greys are real. The Greys have physical bodies that march into your house and take you off Earth in their physical metal ships to do nasty things to you. No "good" alien has never stopped a family from being kidnapped and abused by the Greys. So what makes them "good"? Their are no space saviors coming to rescue you. So stand up on your feet like a man. Or like a woman, in sensible heels. Because we are in the fight of our lives and you don't even seem to know it yet. It's only us to fight them. Let's start acting like it. @NasiNovareCoram @UFOcop1 @Alpha_Avtr @DonaldPanza #UFO #uaptwitter