An important lesson on the coffin’s mysterious manifestation at Nebraska Nut and Bolt Company

The following is a part of Chapter Three in the book Eminent Discovery – Volume 1. It is another example portraying the nature of the encounters and how they were intertwined into our daily activities. It also suggests how easy it was to forget after a mysterious episode, partly because we were attending to the business of the day. And, as you will find if you read my books, we most often were being mysteriously hypnotized as or after an encounter ended. As an aside, my father being paralyzed is an example of how THEY are somehow able to control our minds. (I believe this is not a bad thing if the encounters are indeed solidly related to the truth of The Bible.)

This manifestation also demonstrates how keenly tuned in the mysterious intelligences were to our current activities. This is evident because of the timing of the different events; those bizarre events being perfectly created and timed to get certain psychological reactions from us.

The encounter obviously was meant to be a blatant demonstration about how the craft can mysterious appear from and disappear into the great unknown, beyond the  veil of the visible…another close parallel dimension not normally seen no doubt.

It was obviously meant to be a lesson on the manifestations of not only crafts and objects but also the mysterious men and beings.

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“What in the hell is that,” Frank – my brother-in-law – yelled at the top of his lungs.
Frank hit the brakes, bringing our car to a screeching halt. He flung open the driver’s door and ran out into a large open adjacent lot, periodically yelling for my father and me to follow him.

Around 7:00 a.m, on an otherwise average Saturday, sometime in the mid 1970s, I still felt groggy from a long night of heavy sleep.

(Frank, my father, and I were in the building business, about to pour the concrete footings for a new bay window in the small cottage located in my family’s back yard. Expecting the concrete truck within the hour, we had just checked at the Nebraska Nut and Bolt Company for some forgotten anchor bolts. Unfortunately, Nebraska Nut and Bolt had not yet opened and we were racing back home in hopes we could have every thing ready when the truck arrived.)

I groped to understand Frank’s unusual actions. I thought it peculiar he would leave the car, door open, in the middle of the street. I got a little upset, as I knew he understood the importance of us getting home as soon as possible. In his haste to leave the car, Frank mentioned something strange about the air above the lot. I looked over and saw him waving at us, as he stood near a huge volume of distorted atmosphere. Seeing it shocked me awake within seconds.

I yelled at my father that we should investigate. But, he simply mumbled something I couldn’t understand, then slumped down in his seat as if he were paralyzed. Apparently knowing my father wouldn’t or couldn’t move, Frank yelled for me to leave my father and come see what was happening on the lot.

I crept out of the car, muscles aching from the previous day of hard work. Forcing my body to walk toward Frank, still not fully aware of what I saw, I noticed the landscape behind the distorted atmosphere gently moved randomly back and forth, as if I were looking at it through a giant fluctuating magnifying screen. I approached Frank. He moved to one side and I the other of the bizarre colorless mass of air. As wide west to east as it was north to south, it extended at least 20 feet upward.

Standing opposite each other, with the weird air mass between us, we discussed what (“in the hell”) it might be. Suddenly, right before us, dense fog spewed into the air from a tiny pin point, five feet off the ground and a few feet away from me. Completely dismayed and somewhat dumbfounded, we could hardly believe what we saw.

Fog (or fog-like smoke) emerged from another pin point near the first. The accompanying roaring sound got deafening. Before we completely understood, fog billowed into the air from several other larger areas between us. We got extremely shocked. We just stood there yelling a few comments back and forth.

The large mass of fog, then about 10 to 12 feet high and 20 feet wide, began violently churning. Completely speechless, we watched the churning reach a deafening crescendo, then slowly and gently become calm and begin to dissipate. As the last traces of fog disappeared, we once more got startled to see a coffin-shaped object emerge. The coffin sat on the ground in the mist of blue haze between us. (It was the same or very similar to coffin-shaped objects I had seen many, many times before, including the one seen during my golf game with Ronnie and his father at Nebraska City. However, I wasn’t aware of this until later, during my recollections.)

What we had just witnessed seemed so unbelievable, we wondered if we might be dreaming. I questioned Frank and he questioned me, and we agreed it wasn’t a dream.
After we discussed what it might be for a few moments, I suggested to Frank the only way to tell if the object was real was to go and touch it. Frank warned me I might get hurt if I touched it.

Heedless of Frank’s warning, I slowly walked around to my right, then cautiously crept toward what seemed to be the back side of the coffin-shaped object. It appeared as natural and solid as a car, except for the blue haze. I noticed some valves and pipes attached to its exterior.

Reaching for one of the valves, I jerked my hand back when Frank yelled at me to keep away from it. Somehow, though, I knew it wouldn’t hurt me. It didn’t make sense that whoever had put the coffin there would place us in harm’s way.

I reached out to touch the top of it, but, again, jerked my hand back. This time, I recoiled from what seemed like a mild electric shock. I felt a tingling as my hand went part way through it. Used to working with electricity, I touched it again, just long enough to make sure of what I had previously felt. It seemed obvious the object was just semi-solid.

Frank, seeing what happened, yelled: “I told you so.”

My experimentation satisfied me. Frank and I touched each other to make certain we hadn’t been dreaming. Then, I suddenly remembered the concrete truck. I knew it would cost me dearly if we weren’t home when it arrived, so I reminded Frank we needed to leave, immediately.

Walking back toward the car, we became calmer, but didn’t really want to leave the bizarre coffin just sitting there in the middle of the empty lot. Turning to get one last look at it, we saw it slowly rise on a low incline and move above some telephone or electric lines, about two blocks away. Seeing the bizarre rectangular object moving through the air once again startled us.

We jumped into the car, and my father began to move slowly, as if waking from a deep sleep. We sped away, leaving the coffin hovering over the telephone lines. We forgot the experience before we reached home. When we reached home, Annie informed us the concrete company had called to say the truck would be late.

About jafos

I am a 80 year old retired research and development electro/mechanical engineer with experience in the nuclear, aerospace, fluidic, civil and commercial fields...home builder, general contractor, artist, lecturer, author. Up until 1986, at age 48, I could recall some strange things that had occurred from my very early childhood...but I really couldn't understand them. Then in late 1986 through early 1987, in a very short time, I recalled, in extreme detail, an enormous number of so-called UFO encounters that had occurred throughout my life. Needless to say, I became almost totally devastated; my entire life was turned up-side down. A few witnesses have since recalled some of what I recalled, enough to convince me and them I am not psychotic or imaginative. In other words, believe it or not these unbelievable things actually happened. I have spent the last 30 years researching, writing and trying to understand. As a result of my intense efforts, I now can offer you three books and a website (http://www.johnfosterufos.com) to help you and humankind try to understand some of the hidden mysteries of life and UFOs. The mysterious intelligences connected to my encounters have told me that they are "the monitors and Keepers of the earth" and are responsible to a hierarchy that includes "the arch angels Michael and Gabriel," who are responsible to the entity we have know as "Christ," who is in charge of this corner of our immense complex universe. They explained further that they are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of humankind except at certain times, when things are going awry or are dangerous. They said this is one of those times, one of those eras. They continued to state that if they hadn't interfered in the past, we would have destroyed ourselves...and that if they don't interfere now and in the future, we will indeed destroy ourselves. Strictly for your own benefit, take a look at the information here on http://www.johnfosterufos.com and read the books I've written in order to understand in some detail what this is all about. The website and books can give you insight into how so-called UFO encounters have affected our sciences, religions, and history...and how they most likely will affect our future.
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