The clue about this scientist came from a YouTube video from Ellie Dreams Down Under.
Mr. McDonald’s reputation was rock solid, until he started to investigate UFOs. Then he was shunned by the scientific community. Then he was mocked by the U.S. Congressman from Massachusetts in a committee investigating the idea that a SST (supersonic transport) would harm the ozone layer.
In 1970 McDonald appeared before a committee of the United States Congress to provide evidence against the development of the supersonic transport (SST) plane, where he testified that the plane could potentially harm the Earth’s ozone layer. During that testimony Congressman Silvio O. Conte of Massachusetts—whose district contained factories that would help build the SST—tried to discredit McDonald by referring to his UFO research. Although McDonald defended his UFO work and noted that his evidence regarding the SST had nothing to do with UFOs, Conte stated that anyone who “believes in little green men” was, in his opinion, not a credible witness
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That may have been the last straw. He (allegedly) committed suicide in June of 1971. Really?
His birth chart was already on my computer program. The timing looks randomized, but could also be inspired because of the conjunction of Saturn with the Virgo Ascendant, both in opposition to Uranus.
The Moon being inconjunct to a Jupiter/Neptune conjunction on his 12th cusp in Leo makes me doubt the suicide story. The government was out to get him, and he may have been removed from the world stage. Ellie’s description of his attempting suicide, but surviving, although blinded by his action, and then escaping from hospital, only to shoot himself again sounds suspect to me. How did he leave a note?
What do you think? Was he a prophet, way before his time?
It’s easy to be skeptical about wealth management when you’re poor. But what do you do when you’re suddenly wealthy? Between my wife and myself, we have a quarter of a million Canadian dollars to invest, after we sold our house in Midland.
Only an idiot would leave it sitting in a chequing account, gathering dust and no interest.
Tomorrow, we will be investing our Tax Free Savings Accounts (TFSAs) in the stock market.
Angel & Giants: the Watchers & the Nephilim (2017)
Sometimes, it takes a short time to connect the dots. Genesis chapter 6 describes what happened when the ‘sons of God’ created a race of giants with the daughters of men.
“The Nephilim were on the earth in those days-and afterward as well-when the sons of God had relations with the daughters of men, and they bore them children who became the mighty men of old, men of renown.”
The creation of these giants made the Lord (God) decide to release a watery deluge to wipe humanity out. It is implied that the Nephilim were the real targets, but after the Flood, there were remnants of the race of giants living in Canaan, as discussed in Numbers and Deuteronomy.
I saw this photo years ago, and wondered, what the heck!
We automatically think that these creatures could not have possibly existed. Sure, right you are!
We also doubt the Old Testament events as described in the Holy Bible. We’re kidding ourselves.
The Watchers are real and they ‘fell’ into the arms of human women, paying the price for their ‘sins’ ever since. Do you doubt it now?
The giants mentioned in the Bible appear in diverse passages and under names such as Nephilim, Rephaim, Anakim, and Philistine warriors like Goliath. Scripture consistently depicts them as physically imposing adversaries, often opposing God’s covenant people. Whether in the antediluvian world (Genesis 6) or in the wars of ancient Israel, the accounts serve both a historical and theological purpose: they highlight divine sovereignty over all circumstances, draw attention to humanity’s need for God’s deliverance, and remind readers of the reliability of Scripture’s transmission and testimony.
Far from being purely mythical, the biblical portrayal of giants fits into the wider narrative of redemptive history. When read within its consistent manuscript tradition, supported by references in other ancient writings, and placed in conversation with reasonable anthropological and archaeological considerations, the biblical record stands coherent and credible.
On the long car journey to Orillia, yesterday morning, I saw a bright light in the sky, before the sun rose.
It was like a satellite, or, at best, an airplane, but it didn’t move, keeping to the east of our position. The the sun came up, and the light disappeared into the blue horizon. If we hadn’t being travelling before the dawn, we wouldn’t have even seen it. As Venus is sometimes known as the harbinger of the sun’s rise, I knew it was that planet.
Out of curiosity, even before researching the storyline, we watched this film on Netflix Wednesday night. It’s a bit convoluted, and the mystery is compounded by the fact that Laura may be suffering from PTSD, after having witnessed a murder six months ago. This journalist assignment was meant to be a bit of a rest, but it turns out to be anything but.
When you’re the only one who saw or heard anything on a super yacht kind of puts you in a precarious position mentally. But, her training as a journalist made Laura keep digging for the truth, even when it could cause her to lose her profession. You’d have to watch it yourself to see how it turns out.
In the very beginning, there were only stars. Then one day, one of the stars decided to make some planets to revolve around it. The name of that star was Sun. And so Sun sent out a wave of hot energy in the form of light. When it cooled down, ten planets were born.
Around the third planet circled a satellite with the name Moon.
For years, Moon lived a quiet life, not paying much attention to the fact that the third planet was beginning to change from a sphere of water to the Earth that it was to become in the future. Gradually, Earth grew into a very beautiful world with plants, animals and people.
Earth looked like a big, blue marble to lonely Moon’s eyes.
Because Moon was so lonely, she decided to reach out and touch Earth, but she couldn’t because she had no light of her own. She called to Sun, “Please may I borrow some of your light, so that I may touch Earth, like you do?” Sun answered, “Only when it’s night time.”
Moon didn’t understand why, but she didn’t argue with him, as she knew he was atronger.
So, that very night, Moon began to stretch out her borrowed energy towards Earth and that is how the Moon Beams were born. At first, these newborn Beams were well-behaved, at least while Moon was watching over them, but, later on, they decided to have some fun.
One night, when Moon turn her face away, they escaped.
Having visited Earth many times, the Beams thought it might be exciting to fly up to the sky and visit the creatures who lived there. On Earth, they had heard stories about the Houses of the Zodiac, and they decided to see if anyone was home. So off they flew.
The first House they visited belonged to Aries, the Ram.
They weren’t sure what to make of Aries because, the minute he saw them, he put his head down to butt them out of his House. And when he realized that he couldn’t reach them, he lost his temper and started shouting at them to go away. So they did, at once.
They went to the next House where Taurus, the Bull, lived.
She wasn’t interested in playing with them either, and when they begged and pleaded, she just shook her head and went back to eating her green salad. Why didn’t anyone want to play with them? they wondered. Is everyone so unfriendly here, or do they just not like us?
But they had more luck next door with Gemini, the Twins.
These two seemed to be the same, but, in fact, they were extremely different to each other. One was very good, almost like an angel; the other was very bad, like a devil. He seemed to like playing sneaky tricks on his innocent brother. The Beams were confused.
So they visited the fourth House of Cancer, the Crab.
Now, Cancer is a shy creature and she doesn’t like to have anyone messing up her cozy home, so she didn’t answer their knock for quite a while. Finally, she opened her door just a little bit, waved her pincer claw at the Beams and then she quickly shut it again.
They went to the fifth House, the warm den of Leo, the Lion.
Now, here was a creature that loved the Beams. He romped and rolled around his House, growling and teasing those young visitors until they all lay exhausted by the play. When Leo fell asleep some time later, the Beams crept out quietly, in order to continue their journey.
In the next House, they found a lady called Virgo, the Virgin.
Now Virgo’s place was more like a restaurant than a home. She fed them every good thing she had, and they regained their strength in her company. However, she did think that they were foolish for wandering so far from their home. They politely thanked her and left.
The seventh House was the home of Libra, the Scales.
Something told the Beams that they shouldn’t enter the House of Libra, unless they wanted to see justice done. The sign on the door said, “Balance and Harmony.” The Beams weren’t sure if that was the nameplate of the partners of a solicitors’ office. They decided to go on.
The very next House was dark, home of Scorpio, the Scorpion.
Bravely, they entered the musty House, barely able to see beyond the threshold of the door. Inside, they heard a rustling sound, like the noise a rattlesnake makes just before it strikes with its deadly fangs. Because they were frightened, they scattered in all directions.
Next door, they were invited inside by Sagittarius, the Archer.
Sagittarius was a very friendly creature, who let the Beams ride around his back while he instructed them in the ways of the Zodiac creatures. They learned all about the seasons of the year and the types of people who are connected to them. They left a little bit wiser.
The tenth House belonged to Capricorn, the Sea-Goat.
Now, Capricorn seemed to be a strange creature to the young Beams. She was coldly efficient at her hard work, but she also seem delighted to acquire new possessions. She showed them that having a good reputation was very important in life. They heeded her words.
The next House contained Aquarius, the Water-Bearer.
This old man seemed to be a visionary, a prophet, who could tell the Beams about future events. His job was to share his knowledge with anyone who might want to listen to him. The Beams felt energized in his presence. They didn’t want to leave when it was time to go.
The final House was home to Pisces, the Fishes.
The Beams weren’t prepared for the absolute soaking they got when they entered Pisces’ environment. Everything felt so close, so immediate. It put them all into a dreamy sort of space. Enough, they thought, We must return to our mother who no doubt is missing us.
On their way back to Moon, the Beams saw the Zodiac signs.
We shall share our insights with our Mother, they thought, and she can send messages to the people on Earth. That way, everyone will know the same things. And so they arrived home, kissed Moon and said,
This is the gentle little story of a young girl living in the farmland of British Columbia during the 1950’s. Her world is simple and her life is easy, as are her thought about the Universe.
The back cover
The Sun shone on the land and the early Spring day was warm. Jessie had to bring a drink to her Daddy as he worked in the fields.
As she skipped down the country lane, a white dove fluttered past Jessie’s head. She waved her hand, and said, “Hello, my little friend, how are you, today?” The dove just flapped her wings.
One of the dove’s feathers landed on the ground in front of Jessie, so she bent down to pick it up. “Is this one for me?” she asked the dove. But again the dove just flapped her wings and took off into the air again. Jessie said, “Thank you,” and stuck the feather in her hair.
Just then, Jessie heard, “Whoosh.” An eagle swooped down from the sky towards a field mouse. The little field mouse scurried away from the giant eagle and into the safety of the wheat field.
Jessie smiled. “You lucky little field mouse!” she said. On she walked, looking up at the big, blue sky above her. There’s so much sky, she thought. All night it’s full of stars, and then it’s empty all day. I wonder why? When the sun shines, does God close his eyes?
Then Jessie saw that field mouse in the wheat field, again. He was nibbling on a dried wheat grain. It was a leftover from last harvest.
Jessie watched a single seed fall to the ground. A gentle wind carried it along a furrow. There it nestled into the golden Earth. It fell asleep, waiting for the Spring rain to fall later, during the night. Jessie knows that one day it will wake up again and then grow into a big, strong wheat stalk.
Jessie knows, too, that the wind does other rather special things. The wind blows the clouds across ponds, soaking up water. Then the clouds rain on the dry land.
But the thing the wind does that Jessie likes best is it blows a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day and makes Jessie feel better. But I have never seen the wind, Jessie thought. What does it look like? Is it like it sounds? Is it just God’s breath sighing when God is feeling extra happy?
A few minutes later, Jessie passed by the pond. She heard a splash. A wriggling fish stuck his head above the water, as if to say, “Good morning. How are you?”
Jessie smiled at the fish. She said, “Good morning to you. How are the other little fish?” The fish didn’t say anything, but his mouth looked like he was smiling at Jessie. Then the fish just flapped his tail, as if to say, “Goodbye,” and dipped below the surface of the water again.
Suddenly, there was a giant “SPLOSH!” Jessie was startled.
The eagle had dropped into the pond. He was trying to catch the fish, but the fish was hiding, safe, at the bottom of the pond. Then Jessie saw the dove having a bath at one side of the pond, and the field mouse was having a drink of water on the other side.
“We are all here together!”
As if answering Jessie’s words, a bright blue butterfly fluttered by. Jessie clapped her hands in glee.
“Oh, this is a wonderful day.”
“Just wait until I tell my Daddy about everything I have seen today,” she said to herself. The butterfly flew away again, and Jessie sat down for a minute to stare into the pond. It was deep, and the creatures who depend on it were very busy. “Just like this world,” Jessie said.
“My Daddy told me that when God first saw the world, it was covered with water, and silent.” Then Jessie closed her eyes and pictured the world as it is now in her mind. “A big, blue marble.”
I wonder what it’s like to fly, she thought. It must feel great, soaring high above the clouds in the sky. Below are farms, ponds, valleys, mountains and cabins. Is that how God sees the world today? Does he see how busy we are, living our lives. Or does it feel like a daydream to him?
The Summer will soon be here, Jessie thought. The sky will be full of swallows. The sun will be shining so brightly again, Jessie sighed.
The green fields filled her mind. Jessie lay back on the ground. The sounds of nature around her lulled her to sleep for a little while. She began to dream about the farm and the fun that she had last year, when she and her Daddy brought in the harvest, at the end of Summer.
In Jessie’s dream, the leaves of the trees changed to their autumn shades of gold. Then they began to fall to the Earth. The harvest was in. A time for thanksgiving.
Turkey dinner, sweet potatoes, corn-on-the-cob, pumpkin pie. The best food comes in the Fall. And pumpkins that magically change into Jack-O-Lanterns on Hallowe’en night. And the joy of Trick-or-Treating at the farm houses nearby. And the hint of Winter chill with the cold nights.
Jessie then began to dream about the jolly, big snowman she built in her large backyard, last winter.
The snow had been thick, clean and white. The snowdrifts were over six feet high, taller than Jessie’s Daddy. Their garage had been completely covered with snow. Jessie had played with her toboggan every day. The icicles had grown to giant columns of frozen waterfalls.
But soon the Spring had come again with its bright tulips and daffodils. And warm rainbow showers.
And just then, Jessie thought of her Daddy needing his drink. Quickly, she awoke from her dreams and ran towards the cornfield, where her Daddy was working, scattering the kernels of corn in the long, straight furrows. Just as she reached the gate of the field, Jessie read the sign
No Trespassing Private Property
Jessie thought, Why did Daddy put up this sign? No one owns the Earth. It belongs to God.
But then Jessie remembered what her Daddy had said about owning property. He said, “The Earth is ours for farming food and building houses and barns. This means we must take good care of it. If we don’t, God will want to take it back. And we will have to leave this farm.”
“God lends a hand to those who will help themselves,” he said. Jessie thought, God’s a nice man.
Just then, Jessie saw her Daddy. He was standing near the gate, waiting for his drink. She gave it to him, and waited while he quietly drank it all up. Then he said, “Thank you, my child.” With that, he returned to his work in the cornfield, and Jessie walked back to their farmhouse.
Later, that night, as Jessie lay in her cozy, little bed, she looked out her window at the stars in the sky. “Thank you, dear God,” she prayed, “for keeping watch over us. I can see your eyes saying, ‘Good night’.”
It was intended to be a cross between Battlestar Galactica and Star Wars. The image shown above is a series of badges to distinguish the different officers of the Raelity crew. The names of those officers were from the Book of Enoch, but shortened to nicknames. Even their ranks had to show up in a formation around their leader. That’s why there are 21 individuals. Each of these officers had 10 men under them. That’s what I call a peacekeeping force of 200, plus Semjaza.. In reality, they were the “Watchers” from the very beginning of humanity’s creation. We now see them as ‘fallen angels’. Why? Because they slept with human females and produced a race of giants. See, Genesis has some truth in it.
Here’s another schematic of the officers and their men.
And during a rummage through my long dormant archives, I came across the photocopies of the pages from the Book of Enoch where each of the leaders’ roles were identified. Subsequently, it seems that Semjaza is still with us to this day. Hmm.
I must admit that it was difficult to watch this contemporary version of an old classic show. Even the description of the character from the books completely ties in with what I remember of previous versions.
Maigret wears a thick black overcoat, a bowler hat (which he later swaps out for a fedora) and frequently smokes a tobacco pipe.[11] He is described as tall and heavy, with broad shoulders, large hands, a thick face, thick hair, thick eyebrows and bright eyes of a “greenish gray” colour. He has strongly growing facial hair and therefore shaves every morning.
That description has now been rendered obsolete by this slimmed down and hairy version of the man.
Even Rowan Atkinson tried his hand at portraying him in 1994, but I guess that’s where the slimmed-down version came from. My personal memory of the stories starred Rupert Davies.
Even popular images of op art show the major props that Maigret had.
But, I guess the 1930’s are truly dead and gone. The only thing that carries on is the fact that Maigret has a pipe, but he never smokes it.
But, at least, it nice to see Paris scenery. It’s just a shame that I cannot buy into its newest Inspector.
I was going through my family archive of pictures, when I came across three pictures I took in 2007. This one (shown above) is the clearest identifiable photo of the Hwy 69 bridge crossing. This was taken 20 years after his death in October 1987, at the young age of 77. I was standing on a walkway leading from the Radisson Museum there.
At the time of his death, my father was living in Sudbury. The lady who organized his cremation, Doreen Keays, may have spread his ashes at the French River bridge, so that he was free to leave the area when he wanted via Georgian Bay. The fact that this area is a homecoming of sorts for me seems strangely appropriate.
Since then, Hwy 69 has a new dual carriageway motorway bridge beyond the original steel one. Such is the nature of progress.
