It is unclear to me how the video below came to be on the open internet. It qualifies for our discussions here. This video could be a hoax. It looks like something you would find on a sci-fi movie. The video is dated as 04-13-2005. The question / answer banter back and forth seems quite real. Further investigation leads me to this source, with claims he acquired the video through an unknown source and from his knowledge, connections and experience as part of a unit called Combat Camera, where he states to have verified it to be authentic. Uploaded by Joey Lambardi on Jun 1, 2011. However, one must consider how easily a video like this could be faked. It is a very difficult call, and one to consider. These technologies exist, and are not fantasy, which is why the reality of this video is unclear. I am struggling with the authenticity of this video as such because the implications are far beyond Hitler's wildest dreams. Exactly who and what 'side' are these people on? Anyone who makes a pissed off phone call in the United States is labeled a 'terrorist'. The terrorist label is thrown around as an excuse to waste TRILLIONS on people who live in caves and ride camels who I do not find personally frightening in the least. The so called 'protection' that the United States government feels compelled to dispense is not wanted or needed. The gigantic risk called 'life' is a risk I will take. I would rather meet the terrorist(s) in the air on my plane with bombs strapped to themselves than any ideas of this kind. I also find it foolish that people think they can 'kill' God through DNA manipulation. It won't happen. They can modify behavior, but as this website shows, we do not know all that we imagine we do. The brain is only a part of what is happening in each human being. I will say, this proposed solution is out of scientific horror film, and quite disturbing. Even if this particular story is bs, this idea is being tossed around, be it in reality or fantasy. Read on, and weigh in with your thoughts below;

Department of Defense officials discuss releasing a flu virus and using the FunVax (Fundamentalists vaccine) to manipulate the “God Gene” in DNA of those inoculated to eliminate religious fundamentalists. Q: So what we have got here, is by spreading this virus, we are going to eliminate individuals who are going on to a bomb fest, who are going into a market and blowing it apart. A: Our hypothesis is that these are fanatical people, that they have over expression of the VMAT2 gene and by “vaccinating” them against this we’ll eliminate this behavior.
From the Video: DOD Project Id – 149AZ2 DOCID FX36.879..AX.AZ2.14 Submission Data – 4/10/05 Submission ID- 983459.4.05 VMAT2(God Gene Expression in Religious vs. Non Religious Individuals) On the left we have the expression of the VMAT2 gene in those who are religious, fundamentalists. On the right the same expression of the gene in those who are not particularly religious.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia The God gene hypothesis proposes that human beings inherit a set of genes that predisposes them towards spiritual or mystic experiences. The idea has been postulated by geneticist Dean Hamer, the director of the Gene Structure and Regulation Unit at the U.S. National Cancer Institute, who has written a book on the subject titled, The God Gene: How Faith is Hardwired into our Genes. Eugenic Nation: Faults and Frontiers of Better Breeding in Modern America (American Crossroads) The God Gene: How Faith Is Hardwired into Our Genes The God gene hypothesis is based on a combination of behavioral genetic, neurobiological and psychological studies. The major arguments of the theory are: (1) spirituality can be quantified by psychometric measurements; (2) the underlying tendency to spirituality is partially heritable; (3) part of this heritability can be attributed to the gene VMAT2;[1] (4) this gene acts by altering monoamine levels; and (5) spiritual individuals are favored by natural selection because they are provided with an innate sense of optimism, the latter producing positive effects at either a physical and psychological level. Source: http://blog.alexanderhiggins.com/2011/06/13/video-dod-officials-discuss-eliminating-religion-virus-vaccine-manipulate-dna-26671/

Real-life hauntings and demonic possession, based on cases investigated by the Catholic Church. The project includes access into the Vatican’s case files, as well as interviews with the organization’s top exorcists — religious experts who are rarely seen on television.

INTRODUCTION:

I am submitting this  file after  a great deal  of soul-searching. I
have at no time  considered myself to  be any  different than anyone
else. When the events that are recounted below occurred, I seriously
considered seeking professional  help.  Instead, I turned within and
performed my own private introspection.  I discovered that I can now
approach these incidents and accept  them  as  factual  and  go from
there.  I do not expect anyone to believe or  to  even actually read
this file.  But, I feel that is necessary to at least "go-public" as
part of the healing process.

GROUNDWORK:

I am at this writing 38 years old. I am divorced and have custody of
my  two teenaged  sons.  I  am  ex-Navy  and  work  in  the computer
communications field.
I am an amateur  writer and investigative  correspondent for several
publications. Most specifically, I write for Firefighters.

I am not one of "God's Green Berets"  in terms of religion. Nor am I
involved  in  an New Age,  Wicca,  or any other "alternative" belief
system.
I like to consider myself  as just a "regular  guy".  At the time of
the dreams, I had been separated from my wife and had just filed for
divorce.  I was living at 130 Foothill Court in Morgan Hill CA. This
is a bedroom community located 35  miles south of San Jose CA. I was
deeply involved  in  research  on  a  book  that  I  was  writing on
corelationships between the ZODIAC killings in  the Bay area  in the
70's and the Green River Killer of Seattle of the 80's. I relate all
of this information in that I feel that it is necessary that  I "set
the  stage"  of  exactly  what  was  going  on  in  my  life  and my
preoccupations of the time.

THE DREAMS BEGIN:

In late May of 1989, I was poring over a large amount of data that I
had recently received regarding the Green River  Killer. My research
assistant,  Laura Xenos,  and I had spent  the  better  part  of the
evening  cataloging  the new data  and  correlating  it  to existing
information.  My youngest son, Danial, was staying with my sister in
Seattle for the summer vacation and my oldest son  Mike was visiting
a girlfriend in San Jose.  At about mid-night,  Laura and  I decided
that we were both exhausted and decided to knock off for  the night.
I convinced Laura not to drive all the way back to San  Jose and she
went to sleep on the couch in  my den.  I retired to my  bedroom and
went to sleep.  However,  like all good parents, I kinda had one eye
open to insure that Mike made it home OK.

At precisely 3:15am I  awoke.  My bed was situated in  my bedroom in
such a manner that when the bedroom door was open,  I could see down
the hallway to my sons bedrooms. When I awoke, the hall light was on
and there was a person  standing in door  of my bedroom.  As you are
probably aware,  when you awaken from a deep sleep,  it is difficult
to focus on bright lights.
This being the case,  I shielded my eyes from the hall  light and in
my best imitation  of a parent trying  to be hip I said  "  Yo dude,
Isn't it a little late for you  to be getting in???".  The person(?)
standing in the door said  in a calm and quiet voice  "Go  to sleep,
You will  remember".  I recall  saying  something to  the  effect of
"Yeah,  right" and I rolled over and went to sleep. At 5:00am I woke
up,  sitting  up.  That is to say I became  aware that  I was  in my
bedroom and that I was sitting up in bed.  I had no  recollection of
sitting up, just that I was sitting there.

Being of a hopeless parental mind,  I stormed into my sons  room and
woke him up to chew him out for getting  in at 3:00am.  Mike told me
he had arrived at 12:30  and watched the end of the Carson  show and
went to sleep.  My son has never lied to me and this would  not have
been a circumstance that he would feel that he had to lie to protect
himself (he's bigger than me). Confused, I went in and woke up Laura
and asked her if  she had come  to  my room the previous  night. She
said that  she had been  asleep on the couch all night  and  had not
risen until I woke her up.

I was duly troubled by the events  of the previous evening.  For the
rest of the day I had a nagging feeling that there  was something in
my mind that was just out of reach. It is like when you are supposed
to do something for someone but just can't remember exactly  what it
was. There was a guilty feeling that I couldn't identify.

Over the course of the day I dismissed the feelings and the thoughts
that  had bothered  me that morning.  By the  end of the  day, I was
ready  to  go  to  bed (the  first occurrence  happened  on a Friday
night).  Mike had gone  off and was going to  spend the  night  at a
friends house in San Jose and I was relishing the  thought of having
the house empty and quiet to  myself.  I went to bed  at about 10:30
and drifted off to sleep. At this point I am not sure if both of the
below described dreams  occurred  on  the same  night or  if one had
occurred the night  before  and  had  emerged  when  the  second one
materialized. I do know that these dreams were in vivid color. I can
CLEARLY remember that point.  I usually do not remember  the details
of my dreams. But, in this case the details are clear and the colors
are extremely clean and concise.

DREAM 1, IN THE COUNCIL CHAMBERS

I am in a large room.  It is not unlike the pictures I have  seen of
the United  Nations General Assembly  Hall.  At one end is  a raised
dais that has several people(?) seated at it. There is a lot of gold
and silver in the clothing  that  the people around me  are wearing.
The  floor is  a fine  pastel blue not quite robins  egg  but close.
There is a heated argument taking place between a man  on  the floor
and the people(?)  on the dais.  I cannot see his head or  face (the
man on  the floor).  Where  his head  would be  is  a  helical light
alternating  white and black (like a barbers  pole).  it  is turning
counter-clockwise.  That  is if you were  facing him,  the helix was
turning from my right to left.  It had the appearance  of "screwing"
down into his shoulders.  He is wearing a "toga"  that is iridescent
blue/black and flashes when  he  moves his arms.  I  cannot  see his
hands as the arms of the toga cover them.  I am suddenly  aware of a
presence to  my  left.  I  cannot  see who it  is.  A quiet voice is
talking to me.  I am being told that  the little man  in the silvery
blue/black  robe  is   "Lucifer",   ambassador   from   the  Satanas
Federation. He is declaring the rights of the Satanas to do what the
please. The Council is advising him that the "experiments" must end.
If the  Satanas Federation does not obey  the "Doctrine"  then there
will be war.
At this point I remember  straining to  hear what the  voices. There
were no voices. It was more a lot of high pitched whines and growls.
It  sounded a lot like  a beginning violin  player  combined  with a
beginning clarinet player.  When I asked what the "doctrine" was, my
off-stage dis-embodied voice told me that it  was that  no one could
interfere with another culture.

Fade to black.......

DREAM 2, The 21 

I am in a place without definition.  there is a  pinkish blur around
me.  It can be  likened to  what a  movie-maker would use to  have a
dream-sequence in a movie.  In front of me is  a group of  people. I
count 21  people standing in a  "triangular"  or a delta grouping in
front  of  me.  At the point or apex facing  me is a  smallish woman
about 5  feet tall.  She has black hair (raven black) it is straight
and  severely cut  straight and even with  her shoulders.  She has a
pale white complexion. Her eyes are striking. They are crystal clear
and  the  bluest  blue  that  I  have  ever  seen.  They  are almost
luminescent.  Her lips  are vivid red.  I am  sure that there  is no
make-up on her face.  Around her are the other 20  people.  They are
all dressed in pale blue robes bound at the waist with  a white rope
or cord.  I cannot see their feet.  From my  left,  a voice tells me
"This is  your  people"  "You are the protector".  I remember saying
"Yeah,  right,  I am a protector,  I am overweight, wear glasses and
can barely defend myself".  The voice didn't miss a beat,  "You will
be changed". I can remember being both confused and curious. I asked
the voice "  What am I supposed to do?, Who are these people?, Where
are we to go? (I just knew we were going to go somewhere)"
The voice replied "You will meet them when  it is time,  You will be
the protector,  You will go over the river, past the mountain to the
valley"

I was getting a little  agitated  at  this point.  "Am I supposed to
lead these people like Moses or something?"  The voice answered that
"She is the leader,  you are the protector". "to show that you are a
protector, we are placing the mark of the protector on your vibronic
(sic?)  aura to show others that you are a protector". At this point
I  am suddenly holding a white ceramic molding  that  looks  kind of
like a heart with one side gone.  Not a human heart mind  you, but a
"romantic"   heart.  The  voice  says  "This  is  the  mark  of  the
protector". "You will know from your memories when it is time to go"
Again I was confused "What memories?"  The voice then  told me about
Bio-Chemical memories that are implanted in the DNA structure of the
receiver and can be activated at will.  I didn't understand  what he
was telling me and I really cant even begin to recount it but I knew
that I didn't understand it and that try as  I might to  absorb what
he was saying I couldn't grasp it all.  There was a great deal about
Cerebrum synapses and the bio-chemical programming being superior to
crystal implants.  I am not a doctor or a clinical type so it didn't
mean a great deal to me.  I remember the dream most vividly, but the
clinical details of this  portion of the  "conversation" remain just
out of reach so to speak in my mind.


Fade to black.....

THE NEXT DAY, AND A VISIT TO THE SUPERNATURAL.

When  I awoke on  Sunday  Morning,  I was disturbed.  I had full and
complete remembrance of these dreams at  this point.  Not only did I
remember  each detail most  fully,  the dreams had been in  color. I
could not ever remember  ever having a dream in  color.  The face of
the black haired  woman was vivid in  my  mind.  I thought about the
dreams all day.  I worked on my manuscript through most  of the day.
When I went to bed Sunday evening,  I was still thinking  about her.
That night I had the same dream(s) again. Now I don't know if it was
induced by me re-living the experience in my mind of my own volition
or if there was an outside influence.  Regardless,  I had the dreams
again.  I continued to  have  the dreams  for several nights.  I was
getting paranoid and scared. By Friday, I was afraid to go to sleep.
I had been  awake for about  36  hours.  At  this  time  I  had been
"dating"  a woman who was active in the more esoteric aspects of new
age. I was aware of her beliefs but we never talked about it. I told
her that I was not going out Friday night  with her,  and I told her
that  I was disturbed by  some  dreams  that I kept having.  At this
point,  I  had told  NO-ONE  about these dreams.  I  was afraid that
people would think that I had gone "around the bend".
Linda  convinced me to talk  to an acquaintance  of hers that  was a
"channeler". I had no bloody idea what a "channeler" was or what the
did.
I agreed to see  the channeler.  That night I visited  a woman named
Amaya.  I was nervous  about  all  of  it  partially  because  I was
exhausted and partially I didn't know  what to expect.  Amaya was an
older woman.  she was smallish and very delicate looking.  She had a
soft quiet voice and was extremely polite.  She offered me a  cup of
herb tea and  told me to  relax.  I told her that I had  been having
some dreams  that  were disturbing me  and that Linda  had said that
maybe  she   could  help.   At  this  point  she   looked  extremely
uncomfortable and asked if she could invite  another person  to join
us.  I  didn't know what  to think.  I said sure,  no problem. I was
uneasy though.  I didn't know if this was satanic or if  we going to
cut a calf or what.  In a few minutes a man named Roger came  to the
house.  Amaya then explained that she had invited Roger over because
while she was talking to  me she  was being overtaken by  a powerful
force, more powerful than anything that she has ever encountered and
she wanted Roger to be  there in case he  was needed.  Amaya told me
that there was someone who wanted  to talk to  me most emphatically,
she said that it was  as if her body  were being  wholly attacked by
sandpaper.  She said all of her nerve endings were being stimulated.
She looked frightened.  Roger asked if she wanted to go through with
it.  She said she didn't know.  At this point, I didn't know what to
think.  I felt that I could be in the middle of a con job or a gypsy
scam or whatever.  Again it is important for me to relate that I had
still not told ANYONE about the content of  the dreams.  Roger got a
tape recorder and set it up and told me  that I could  have a record
of the events.  I was becoming convinced that it was a con-job. Then
the  most  incredible thing that I have  ever  witnessed took place.
Amaya was sitting across the table from me in her kitchen,  the tape
recorder was on the table between us.  Roger was sitting to my left.
All of Amayas facial features began to change. I don't mean that she
distorted her face, I mean they CHANGED!. Her long thin face changed
to a more round face,  her cheeks puffed out as if  she had suddenly
gained 20 pounds. Her complexion darkened almost to that of a Latino
or Arab.  Her eyes took on  a almond  shape and drew  back not quite
into an oriental look. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer
blue,  they were black!  That is there  was no color  just two black
holes in the white.
When she spoke,  gone was the soft quiet voice.  What came out was a
loud booming voice. It had a distinct accent that was kind of like a
Jamaican but more Spanish.
What follows is a direct transcript of the tape that was made:

You are indeed a protector.
You were chosen many lifetimes ago
You have been trained for this duty throughout your lifetimes
You volunteered for this.
You will be changed for this duty.
You have been given memories  that  will be activated when  you need
them.
We  have  done  this  because  your  technical-analytical  mind will
question
these memories and you will not accept them.
You can quit this duty whenever you decide.
You have a free-will
Your Vibronic (sic?) aura bears your mark
(ROGER> "Let me see if I can detect it"
--Roger begins to run his hands around me not unlike a  mime doing a
'wall'   routine.
(ROGER> "There is something here"
It is as I have told you, you bear the mark of the protector.
(ROGER> "Here is what is there"
--Roger hands me a piece of paper that has a pencil  drawing that is
EXACTLY    the same as the white ceramic molding that I had  held in
the dream.
The girl is the leader. You are the protector.
The dreams are real.
You do not have to fear them.
They will end tonight.
There will be more dreams when you need them.
Do you wish to be a protector?
(ME> "Yes"
Do you have any questions?
(ME> "Yes, Many of them"
You may ask.
(ME> "Are there more than the people I saw?"
There are other groups.
Each 21 has its own protector.
This 21 is for you.
(ME> "The girl with the black hair is the leader?"
She is  the leader  but she does  not  lead  the  way  that  you are
thinking.
She will be an example for the others.
They will follow out of their own free-will.
(ME> "How do I find them?"
When it is time, They will find you.
They will know you by your mark.
You will know them by the mark.
(ME> "What mark do they have?"
When it is time, you will know.
(ME> "Why is this happening now?"
You are being awakened to allow time for you to be prepared  for the
duty.
Other protectors are being awakened now to prepare them.
The time is approaching for you to begin your duty.
When the world declares war on the South, it is time.
(ME> "What does that mean?"
You will understand in time.
(ME> "Who are they?"
They are the minds and the experiences of your race.
(ME> "What about my family?"
There will be more than just the 21.
You will have many people in your care.
The 21 are the core.
You are the protector.
(ME> "Does that mean that my family, my sons, will be with me?"
Yes.
(ME> "Are you from the future?"
The future is like a river.
It goes in a direction.
There is no way of telling if there are eddies and backcurrents.
If you place a piece of wood in  the water and track  its movements,
then place a second piece of wood in the same spot in the water, the
current will  never take  the same  route.  To ask if I am  from the
it be said that I am from A future.
(ME> "When you say that I was trained many lifetimes ago what do you
mean?"
You were a warrior.
You fought many battles.
You died many times.
You volunteered when you were what you call a Comanchero.
(ME> "What is that?"
Your people call them Indians.
They were the last pure spirits of your race.
We spoke to them.
We were what they called the Bird Tribes.
--There is a period of quiet
Do you have any other questions?
(ME> "I know there are but I can't think of any."
There is a malevolence, an evil as your race perceives it.
It is dominating your plane.
We cannot interfere.
You must defend yourselves.
We go now

NOTE
The tape was made during the session. 
This has been validated by  three separate persons.

Amaya at this point seemed to deflate.  Her face changed back to its
original configuration. She was panting and covered with sweat.
I was both relieved and quite scared. I didn't know what to think.
After she had recovered,  Amaya asked if  she  could  listen  to the
tape.  I asked her if  she didn't  remember what was said.  She said
that she had been in a "pink place"  while we had spoken.  She asked
me the name of who I had talked to.  I had not asked.  She said that
she didn't  know who it was wither,  but,  she said that  it was the
most powerful  experience that she had ever  had.  I asked her  if I
owed her anything.  She said that she usually asked  for  $75.00 for
the services.  (This immediately fortified my belief that this was a
scam) She said that she couldn't accept anything this time.
I tried to force the money on  her.  (I  think that I  was trying to
justify my own beliefs that this  was a scam).  As I  was leaving, I
left $50.00  in a candy dish by  her door.  I felt better  for it. I
went out to my car and took off for home.  I got about  3 miles from
home and reached into my shirt pocket for my gas credit card, I came
out with the 2 twenties and the ten that I "thought" that I had left
in the candy dish. (Scary thoughts went through my head).

That night I slept the sleep of the wicked. I had no dreams and woke
up Saturday morning feeling refreshed and better than I have felt in
years.


DREAM 3, THE CHURCH OF DISBELIEF

There were  no  dreams  for several months.  My son Mike  helped his
girlfriends  family  to move up  to Spokane in Washington  state and
decided to  spend the summer  up  there.  Laura and  I  continued to
research my book material and my relationship with Linda  wilted and
faded away.  I was planning to take my  vacation and  take a camping
trip up  to  Spokane and pick  up  my  son Mike,  and  swing over to
Seattle see my son Danial (he had asked if he could go  to school in
Seattle).  Laura was going to tag along to keep me company (strictly
a platonic  relationship).  During  the course  of the  trip, We had
stopped for the night at a campground just outside of  The Dalles in
Oregon.
I had hooked up my trailer and was  making a campfire.  I stoked the
fire and was watching it. I became aware of Laura asking me if I was
OK.  I  remember  looking at  my watch  and seeing that it  was only
7:00pm saying that was ok and  that I was  going to sit  by the fire
for a while.  Then Laura seemed to be shaking me asking me  if I was
ok.  I said that I had "just told her that I was fine" She said that
that had been almost 5  hours ago. I looked at the fire. It had gone
out and was cinders. I was perplexed. I had just been looking at it.
Hell,  I had just started it.  I looked at my watch. it said that it
was  about 7:15pm.  Laura showed me her  watch.  It said that it was
well past midnight.  My watch was running and didn't  appear to have
any damage. I was a bit confused. I was very tired. We went into the
trailer and I went to bed. That night I had another dream.

I was in the air.  Flying I guess.  I was looking down on an area of
trees  and green grass.  There was a river that  snaked  through the
area.  There  was a community of  houses  nestled in a  crook in the
river.  Amongst the houses was a small white  clapboard  building. I
swooped down,  circling the white building. As I approached a ground
level,  I could see the steeple.  It was a church.  It resembled the
caricature  of  the  country  church.  I  circled  the  building and
suddenly I was standing in the grass behind  the building.  It was a
warm evening.  The sky was just darkening.  I could smell  the newly
mown lawn as I approached the rear of the building. There was a door
standing open.  I went into the building.  I seemed to  have entered
the  church  from  behind the pulpit.  Standing at the pulpit  was a
rather  overweight  man that  was emphatically  trying  to make some
point.  I  couldn't  hear  what was  being said.  There was the same
screeching  that  had been  present when  I had been  in the council
chambers in  the other dreams.  I looked at  the congregation. There
were looks of shock and disbelief on their faces.  Sitting among the
congregation,  there were several people(?)  that had the same helix
in  place of their  head.  When I saw them I  suddenly felt enraged.
Each of them rose and quickly left the building.  I rushed out after
them.  When I got outside, they were gone. The Voice was suddenly in
my ear  (off  to  the  left  again),  "They  are  everywhere"  I was
informed.  "They discredit those who suspect the truth" I turned and
went back  into  the church.  The  overweight  man was still  at the
pulpit,  the  congregation  still in  shock.  It  was as  if my dash
through the church had not even been noticed. I was confused.

fade to black.....
DREAM 4, THE BREEDING TEMPLE

The remainder of the trip was uneventful. We went to Spokane, picked
up Mike  and went  to  Seattle.  My  son Danial was  staying with my
sister. When we all descended upon my sisters house, it was a little
crowded.  I  opted to  sleep  on  a  rollaway  bed  in  the rec-room
(converted garage). The first night there, I decided to walk down to
the local 7-11  about three blocks away  for some milk.  You can see
the store from  my  sisters front door.  I  had what  I felt  was an
uneventful walk to the store,  I bought the milk and  returned home.
When I  walked in the door,  my sister  jumped up off the  couch and
demanded to know where I had been.  My sons came rushing out  of the
bedrooms and before I knew it there was everyone asking me  if I was
ok.  I continued to tell them that I had just  went to the  store. I
was then  told that I had been  gone  for several hours and  that my
sister had called  the police  and listed  me  as  missing. The 7-11
clerk had told the police that I had been there and bought  the milk
and had left.  When I checked the  milk that I had purchased, it was
still cold,  as if  it had just been  removed from  the cooler. That
night I had another dream.

I was standing on a hill. There were evergreen trees all about me. I
was at the edge of a clearing that went down  one side  of the hill.
The clearing was green and grassy.  Sitting at the foot  of the hill
was a building.  It was a stone (granite?) building that had columns
in the front not unlike  the Lincoln Memorial  in  Washington  DC. I
have  no  remembrance of  coming  down  the hill  but I  am suddenly
standing in front of the building. I go into the building and in the
anteroom  there are trappings (tapestries)  on  the walls.  They are
black and there are gold foil ideograms (characters)  on them. It is
reminiscent of oriental writing but with a more Aztec look to it. (I
don't know why I thought that it was Aztec, I wouldn't know Aztec if
it bit me)  I pass through the anteroom and enter a room  that has a
"tank"  in it.  When I say tank, I mean that it was like there was a
pool with the sides made of glass.  You could see into  the tank and
the liquid hat was in the tank was a pale blue in color.  It was not
unlike blue milk  in consistency.  As I enter the room  I can  see a
woman in the liquid at one end of the  tank.  The tank appears to be
about 6  feet wide,  8-10 feet long and about 2 feet deep. The woman
is middle aged (40's ?),  short blonde hair.  She has a "sprinkling"
of  freckles  on  her face  and chest (she  is  nude)  She gives the
appearance of  being  very  complacent  and  pleased.  Her  eyes are
closed.  She bears a  striking resemblance to Barbara  Bel-Gedes (of
Dallas fame)  but younger.  She is sitting in the blue liquid  up to
her chest.  I can see her breasts .  The Voice is there with  me. He
tells me that she is part of the "breeding stock".  There  is motion
at  the other end of  the tank.  I  turn  and I  can  see  a "child"
suspended (seemingly)  just off the surface of the liquid. The child
is about 8-10  years old.  He seems to "float" towards the woman. As
he passes in front of me I can see his penis.  It  is  long and thin
and I am reminded of a knife blade. As he approaches, she raises her
legs and he mounts her and they copulate. The Voice tells me that he
(the  child)  is  one of  her offspring and  that  this  breeding is
necessary to "strengthen the strain".  The Voice tells me  that once
impregnated,  she will  be  kept in the liquid  as it is  a "stasis"
solution that  accelerates fetal growth.  In  the  third  month, the
fetus will be removed and she will  once  again be  impregnated. The
fetus  is  placed in another "growth"  tank and  the stasis solution
will allow for rapid development. When the fetus(?) has developed to
what can be  likened to a  8-10  year physical development, they are
"born"  out of  the stasis  solution.  At this point  their brain is
empty. there is no personality development no maternal bond. Call it
what you like.  They (the fetus)  is like a PC sitting there with no
programming other  than the DOS.  the body functions are  there, but
they  have  no  drive,  no  purpose.  The Voice tells me  that these
humans(?)  are the Drones.  They are just slaves to perform tasks at
the discretion  of the malevolence.(Note-the  Voice never identified
the others as  anything more than  the Satanas or  the malevolence).
When I ask if the woman is there of her own will, The Voice tells me
that she is  one that  had been  "taken"  and there are hundreds and
hundreds of others  that have been  "taken"  for breeding stock. The
Voice told me that occasionally the malevolence  enhanced the strain
by  introducing an "outside fetus".  These are  usually removed from
the maternal unit (his words not mine)  between the  third and sixth
month of gestation. They are then placed in the stasis and developed
and introduced as breeders.

Fade to Black....

DREAM 5, BACK AT THE TEMPLE

I can remember awakening and feeling quite confused and disturbed by
what I had seen.  The day was totally uneventful, that next night, I
had the same  dream.  This  time  when  I entered the "temple"  I am
slightly off to one side of the tank.  There is a different woman in
the tank.  This time it is a younger woman very slight of build with
long red hair  that  hung  down  and was in  the blue  liquid. I was
struck  by  the length of her hair.  The  scene was the same  as the
previous night,  except  that in this  position I  now saw something
that  I didn't see  the previous visit.  This time I  could see that
standing in  the liquid,  wearing a  "robe"  that was the exact same
color as the  liquid there were small people(?).  There were  one on
each side of the woman.  They were holding her at  her shoulders and
legs.  As the "child approached,  I could now see that  he was being
held by two of the same  beings(?).  The Voice informed  me that the
breeding   temples  were   run  by  Drones.   The  malevolence  only
occasionally visited or showed up.  I felt the rage  building inside
of  me again similar  to that which I had experienced  at  the small
white church.

Fade to black......
DREAM 6, WAR

I returned to my home  in Morgan Hill.  There was  no unusual events
for several weeks. Then one night the last dream occurred.

I am in the middle of a pitched battle.  I appear to be in  a bombed
out  building or structure of  some kind.  I am with a  small blonde
man.  He has bright blue  eyes.  He is handing me a  silver metallic
cylinder about two feet long and about 5-6 inches in diameter. It is
heavy.  At one end there is a red lens like a magnifying  glass. The
other end is sealed and is silver and metallic. On the side of it is
a small hole that goes into the cylinder  at an angle.  He hands the
cylinder to me.  He then shows me how to hold  it.  My thumb goes in
the hole and my fingers wrap around the cylinder.
I hold it under my arm against my side like a football. My left hand
supports the cylinder  under the front near  the  lens.  He explains
that it is an ionic projector.  It is a weapon  that is used  in the
war.  He tells me that it is used  to disrupt the  nervous system of
the enemy.  All about us there are explosions and flashes  of light.
He turns and picks up  another cylinder  and  pokes  out  through an
opening in  the wall  there is a  hum as the  cylinder projects what
looks  like red  light.  It is not like a  laser,  it is more like a
searchlight.  I see the "enemy". It is a lizard like creature. It is
about 8 to 10 feet tall. Very thin and bony. It is moving slowly and
deliberately.  I  point my  "weapon".  I don't know how to  fire it.
"Push  with  your  thumb"  the blonde says.  I do so.  The red light
flashes on my target.  It crumples to the ground.  I can now see its
weapon.  It  looks like  a Viking  sword about  4  feet  long. There
appears to be a handle  at right  angles to the blade  about halfway
down the blade.  There is an enormous flash of bright  blue light. I
turn to look at the blonde  man.  There is just a pile  of black ash
where he had been.  Suddenly The Voice is there. He is telling me to
go..  I don't know where to go.  I am confused. I am angry. Where is
the blonde man?

I am suddenly in a pink place not unlike that of DREAM 2. there is a
silver metal table in front  of me.  Laying on the table is  a small
figure.
It has a large  head and enormous almond  shaped eyes.  There are no
ears and two holes where a nose should be. The mouth has no lips. it
is slightly open forming a oval in the  lower part of the  head. The
neck is  extremely thin  and does  not look  like it would  have the
strength to support the massive head.  The Voice is telling  me that
this is the enemy that I will have to fight(?).  He tells me to turn
it over. I reach out and push the body onto its side. It is cold and
rather damp. It feels like a lizard, leathery and soft. I am looking
at the back of the head. There is a hole (oblong) at the base of the
neck where it meets the head.  The Voice tells me that the creatures
have two brains.  Anterior and Posterior. (I have since learned that
this  means   front  and  rear),   The  creatures   use  the  brains
simultaneously. Because of this, it is almost impossible to kill the
creatures.  If shot,  unless shot in both the front and  rear of the
head, the creature continues to live. One of the brains is dead, but
the  other continues to  carry on.  If one of  the brains  dies, the
"power" is now diminished but not terminated. I asked The Voice what
the  "power"  was.  He told  me  that these creatures  (I have since
learned that  these are what  are called  GREYS)  have  a telepathic
capability.  this is limited however.  They have to be very close to
you to  telepathically link.  They have learned to  overcome this by
implanting a "crystal"  on the optic nerve of humans (its  about 2-4
microns in  diameter).  This crystal is "tuned"  to the frequency of
the "intruder".  It seems that each of the GREYS has a unique mental
frequency that allows mental  privacy.  If they want to communicate,
they "switch"  to a mental frequency that is for  communicating. The
"hosts"  (humans)  are not  on that frequency.  The crystal implants
allow  the "intruders"  to attach  to  the mental  processes  of the
"host".  For  the PC  literate in the reading audience,  it  is like
using a PC Anywhere or Carbon Copy software. The remote suddenly has
full and complete control over the host.  The Voice informed me that
there are many "controllers"  among the GREYS. Each "controller" has
20  to 30  "hosts"  that he maintains. The crystal also enhances the
range of the telepathic "power". While without the crystal, there is
a certain amount of telepathic communicative ability at an extremely
limited distance,  the crystal allows for the "control"  of the host
from  a distance  that  can be several  miles away.  Thus a "pod" of
GREYS can summon up an army of 100  to 200 humans and direct them to
do  what  ever  they want.  (The Voice told me  that the malevolence
(GREYS) operate in groups they call "PODS" of 8 to 10 with one being
the leader).  Killing off the human "hosts"  does little to diminish
the threat.  The "controller"  has to be taken out. This is what The
Voice was trying to show me.

The Voice told me that there have  been many cases of  a malevolence
being shot by a human.  But,  because of the bony plate that divided
the brain cavities,  the posterior brain continued to function. This
bony plate is what  we would  call bullet-proof.   In many cases the
human was given the impression that the  shot had no effect.  A shot
to the body had little to no effect. The Voice told me that when "in
the  field"  the malevolence wore  a suit  that  was  made  up  of a
material that had a molecular density 100  times  what  is common on
our  planet.  A bullet would not penetrate the  material.  The Voice
told me that other then shooting them in the head frontal  and rear,
The only other approach  was a penetration at  the rear  of the head
where the neck  meets the head.  A  straight penetration for  3 to 5
inches will sever the cerebral cortex.  It seems that the two brains
communicate with each other via a "wire"  (nerve bundle) that passes
through  the bony plate.  The Voice stated that  a knife blade  or a
gunshot (dicey but possible)  would immediately "kill"  it if it was
hit in this area.  I asked how this  one had been  killed. The Voice
told me that he had been  killed "in the  war"  and was here to show
"protectors" what to do. I told The Voice that I didn't think that I
could kill  anything.  The  Voice said  that  I  would  when  it was
necessary. For the first time, I asked The Voice who he was. He told
me that he was a "teacher" and could not tell me any more than that.

I felt satisfied with that answer (although I don't know why). I was
warm all over.

Fade to black....

POSTSCRIPT

That was the last dream that I have had to date. Several things have
occurred that  are  almost  miraculous  in  nature  from  that time.
Without apparent effort,  I have lost about 65 lbs. I received a job
offer that relocated me from CA to WA.  Much in my life  has settled
and I am content.

I have related the events listed above as  part of something  that I
feel the need to do. I really don't care if you believe me or not. I
am not a prophet of  doom  or,  like some others,  trying to line my
pockets by pretending to be some kind of authority.  I am just a guy
that seems to have been thrust into an unusual  circumstance. Ignore
it?  no chance. I am sure that I have had these dreams. Whether they
reflect reality or not remains to  be  seen.  At this point I merely
know what I know.  I  have come to  accept what has occurred  and am
continuing my life.  I refuse to go to the mat and  try  to convince
anyone that what has occurred is real.  If you chose  to not believe
it,  so be it.  If you choose to believe that what I have related is
true, so be it. I know that it occurred. Since that time I have done
a  lot of  reading and learning  about  the  UFO  community  and the
promoters and the nay-sayers.  I am certain that I will be de-bunked
and called a phony and all the rest.  Confidentially, I don't give a
ragged rats ass. I know what I know.

Hasta La Bye-Bye

Randy Terpstra  

Reports of dinosaur-like creatures in Central Africa go back for more than 200 years, according to William "Bill" Gibbons. In 1776, French missionaries passing through the forests reported finding huge footprints in the ground. The clawed prints were three feet in circumference and were spaced about seven feet apart. This would have made the animal as big as an elephant, but it was common knowledge to the locals that the tracks were not from an elephant, since elephants do not posses claws. One of the priests, amazingly, even gave claim to have seen several specimens chewing on vegetation while wading in the rivers. Regardless, it was certain that these were an entirely new group of animals. At that time, however, they were neither "dinosaurs" nor "prehistoric," the words waiting to be invented nearly one hundred years later.

In 1913, a German explorer reported stories of, what the natives called, "Mokele-mbembe," which he had heard while in the Congo. Hearing the reports, a few scientists noticed that the descriptions of the creatures made them sound much like sauropod dinosaurs. Sauropods were the giants of the dinosaurs world, averaging about 70 feet (21 meters) long and standing 12-15 feet (3.7 to 4.8 m) tall at the hips.

In 1932, a British scientist, exploring near the Likouala region where the creatures are said to live, came across some abnormally huge footprints. Later, when he went down one of the rivers in a canoe, he heard strange sounds, but did not see anything.

Coincidentally, that same year the world famous zoologist and biologist, Ivan T. Sanderson, along with animal-trader Gerald Russel, were paddling up the Mainyu River in the heart of western Africa when, according to Sanderson's report:

"The most terrifying sound I have ever heard, which sounded like an on-coming earthquake or an exploding, nearby robot, suddenly greeted us from a large underwater cave."

While the water of the river was boiling and foaming directly in front of their canoe, a darkish, shining lizard-like head suddenly rose from the dark water. They described the head as nearly the size of the head of a fully grown hippo, which sat on a thick, swan-like neck. The enormous neck was turned towards the two men, and for just a few seconds, although it seemed like an eternity, the monster simply stared at Sanderson and Russel. Mr. Sanderson summed up his thoughts with these emphatic words:

"I don't know what we saw, but the animal, the monster, burned itself into my retinas. It looked like something that ought to have been dead millions of years ago. As a scientist, I should have been happy, of course, but this encounter was so frightening, so nasty that I never want to see it again."


Is this a Mokele-mbembe footprint? (Republic of the Congo 1966) -----

A Dinosaur In Africa?

It was 1986, Rory Nugent and his expedition party were out in the world's largest unexplored swamp on earth, the Likouala Swamp of Africa. While near Lake Tele he saw a long, thin neck come up out of the water, like that of a dinosaur. Rory immediately took two photographs and quickly got in his canoe, but his native guides stopped him at gunpoint and said, "He (the creature) would have killed us all..."

Over the last 100 years, evidence has accumulated that sauropod dinosaurs may still be roaming the vast, unexplored regions of the African swamp and jungle. Places like Nigeria, Congo, Angola, Gabon, and Cameroon have similar reports of huge, long-necked monsters, some with a length of 75 feet! Native sightings have been confirmed by reports from missionaries, explorers, and even army personnel. The natives in the Congo region call this creature “Mokele-mbembe” (the one who stops the flow of rivers). This creature is said to possess a long neck and tail, small head, large body, and four legs. They say the animal is very aggressive when disturbed and will bite and lash its tail at you when it is tipping over canoes, killing elephants or hippos. It is herbivorous (plant-eater) and enjoys eating very large amounts of the Malombo fruit that grows on vines at the edge of the rivers. Tracks from this creature range from 1 to 3 feet wide and are spaced 7 to 8 feet apart. It has no hair and it’s skin is very smooth. Dr. Bill Gibbons and Dr. Roy Mackal have done much research on Mokele-mbembe and without their work, little would be known about it.





At Lake Tele in 1983, Marcellin Agnaga was on an expedition when he said he saw Mokele-mbembe swimming in the lake. The creature was half-way out of the water and he could see it’s head, neck, and part of its body. His sketch resembles a sauropod dinosaur. He got his camera and began filming, but left the lens cap on and lost all proof of his encounter.

In a nearby part of Africa called Cameroon, there is another creature called Le’Kela-mbembe. It is said to grow around 70 feet in length and will eat the leaves from the Esem Tree. Dr. Bill Gibbons has done over twenty years of research on Mokele-mbembes and has discovered that Le’Kela-mbembes are actually mature Mokele-mbembes that migrate into Cameroon to mate (in September) and later return to the Congo to give birth to live young. Bill Gibbons discovered also that it will dig tunnels or caves on the shores of rivers. It mostly eats between 3:00 to 5:00 P.M. and is active at night. An expedition in 2003, confirmed that the Le’Kela-mbembe has a height of up to 18 feet by finding trees with all their branches eaten off up to a height of 18 feet. They also found tracks and a cave that had been sealed partly from the inside with mud. One biologist named Peter Beach could hear scratching sounds inside the cave. As the noises became louder it was evident that what ever was inside the cave was digging it’s way out towards them. One member of the expedition named Pierre feared for their lives and they quickly left, since an adult Mokele-mbembe can be very dangerous if disturbed at close range.

S. Arrey was housing some British soldiers in 1948 near Lake Barombi in Northern Cameroon. While he and some others were swimming in the lake, something broke through the surface of the water. In a very short time everyone was out of the water. They observed two giant reptiles coming out of the water. The larger one had a longer neck (about 15 feet long) and a spike or horn on it’s head that the smaller one did not have. Their skin was not smooth, but rather scaly.

Please note that the natives who see these creatures are not afraid to tell others what they have seen because they haven’t been taught about evolution, and do not know that dinosaurs were suppose to have been extinct millions of years ago. I feel the theory of evolution actually hinders the discovery of animals thought to be extinct. When the school text-books teach about the history of dinosaurs, why don’t they mention there is a strong possibility they might still be living? Because of this unproven theory, people are hesitant to tell anyone when they see dinosaurs like the Loch Ness Monster or Mokele-mbembe for fear of what people might think.

Here is some recently contributed information by David Woetzel (who has been on expeditions in search of Mokele-mbembe):

1.) The older 20-45 ft long creatures live and mate in the Dja and maybe the Sangha rivers. These mature MM's (Mokele-mbembe) have very tough scales, like the back of a crocodile. Also like a croc, their underbelly is much softer. Their coloration is a dulled brownish gray.

2.) The younger creatures live in the Likouala swamp region. Their scales are softer and their colors are a more vivid reddish-brown. They're probably more skittish then their older counterparts.

3.) This sharp contrast in areas by age suggests a migration that only happens once in their lives (although the mother likely goes with its offspring to take them to the swamp).

4.) Their birth instincts are peculiar and vague. The native people say the MM gives birth to live young every 20 years. This is not a trait likely in reptiles, maybe the people their have it wrong because they are not able to find a nest site (some nests have been found) for how territorial these animals are they likely guard their nests very aggressively. They would likely kill anyone that gets close enough to see the eggs.

5.) No matter what, the mother's birth migration probably happens 1 of 2 ways. They either migrate to the swamp and lay eggs (or give birth) there, or they lay their eggs along the river and the mother and offspring go to the swamp together. I'm in favor of that idea because the nests are found along the rivers and the only time more than one MM is seen is when it is with its mother (according to the natives).

6.) The mother remains with her offspring for about a year (it may use this time to take the baby to the swamp and prepare it for life on its own)

7.) The adult male has a shorter neck but it also has a spiky back, and the female has a longer neck without the spikes.

8.) The young all have dermal ridges. - www.livingdinos.com

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Japanese team filmed this image over Lake Tele, Republic of the Congo, 1987
EXPEDITIONS

Expeditions primarily began in the 1880s, shortly after the region was taken over by Belgium. For many years, therefore, it was called the Belgium Congo. Beginning from 1909, here is a brief list of over a dozen of them.

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1909

Naturalist Carl Hagenbeck recounted in his autobiography how two separate individuals - a German named Hans Schomburgh and an English hunter - told him about a "huge monster, half elephant, half dragon," which lived in the Congo swamps. Later, another naturalist, Joseph Menges, related to Hagenbeck that "some kind of dinosaur, seemingly akin to the brontosaurs," inhabited the swamps. Hagenbeck soon sent an expedition to the Congo to search for the monster, but the effort was quickly aborted due to disease and hostile natives.

GERMAN EXPEDITION 1913

In 1913, Capt. Freiherr von Stein zu Lausnitz was sent by the German government to explore the Cameroon. Von Stein wrote of a unique animal called, in the local tongue, Mokele-mbembe, said to inhabit the areas near the Ubangi, Sangha, and Ikelemba Rivers. Von Stein described the creature thus:

"The animal is said to be of a brownish-gray color with a smooth skin, its size approximately that of an elephant; at least that of a hippopotamus. It is said to have a long and very flexible neck and only one tooth, but a very long one; some say it is a horn. A few spoke about a long muscular tail like that of an alligator. It is said to climb the shore even at daytime in search of food; its diet is said to be entirely vegetable. At the Ssombo River I was shown a path said to have been made by this animal in order to get at its food. The path was fresh and there were plants of the described type [a liana] nearby"

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1920

A 32-men-strong expedition was sent out from the Smithsonian Institution in Washington D.C. After six days, African guides found large, unexplained tracks along the bank of a river and later the team heard mysterious "roars, which had no resemblance with any known animal," coming from an unexplored swamp. However, the Smithsonian's hunt for Moklele-Mbembe was to end in tragedy. During a train-ride through a flooded area where an entire tribe was said to have seen the dinosaur, the locomotive suddenly derailed and turned over. Four team members were crushed to death under the cars and another half dozen seriously injured.

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1932

In 1932, American cryptozoologist Ivan Sanderson was traveling in Africa and came across large hippo-like tracks in a region with no hippos. He was told by the natives that they were made by a creature named the "mgbulu-eM'bembe." Later, Sanderson saw something in the water that seemed too large to be a hippo, but it disappeared before he could investigate further.

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1972

In 1960, herpetologist James H. Powell, Jr. took interest in the African dragons and organized an expedition to the Congo in 1972. Powell's expedition, unfortunately, was fraught with problems (the United States and the Congo had poor relations at the time). Many months of hardships such as snake-bites, near-drownings and tropical diseases only led to more witness testimonies about Mokele-Membe and another lizard-like creature which locally was called "n'yamala."

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1976

In 1976, James Powell decided to go to Gabon instead, inspired by a book called "Trader Horn." (In 1927, the book, a memoir of the author's time in Gabon, specifically along the Ogooue River, was written by Englishman Alfred Aloysius Smith. He recorded hearing of a creature called the "jago-nini" and identified it with the "amali," a creature whose tracks he had seen). He was quick to realize they were probably identical to the Mokele-mbembe. Furthermore, Powell heard local legends of the n'yamala, and locals identified pictures of a sauropod dinosaur as bearing the most resemblance to the animal.

GERMAN EXPEDITION 1980

An expedition mounted by engineer Herman Regusters and his wife Kia managed to make its way to Lake Tele, where they heard the growls and roars of an unknown creature. They also claimed to have photographed Mokele-Mbembe in the lake, as well as watching it walk on land through the brush. According to Regusters, the creature they saw was 30-35 feet long.

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1980

Powell launched another expedition in 1980, but this time cryptozoologist Roy P. Mackal came along. Powell and Mackal found that a large number of reports came from the banks of the Likouala-aux-herbes River near Lake Tele. They said that most witnesses maintained that the animal was between 15-30 feet long (a long neck accounted for much of the length). The creature was also said to be a rust color, and that some had been seen to possess a frill or crest.

AMERICAN EXPEDITION 1981

Yet another expedition was organized in 1981 - this time composed of Mackal, J. Richard Greenwell, M. Justin Wilkinson, and Congolese zoologist Marcellin Agnagna. The expedition encountered what they believed was a Congo "dinosaur" along the Likouala River, when they heard a large animal leaping into the water near Epena. They also discovered a path of broken branches supposedly made by the animal, as well as a number of footprints.

AFRICAN EXPEDITION 1983

In April, 1983, a Congolese expedition led by Marcellin Agnagna, a zoologist from the Brazzaville Zoo, arrived to Lake Tele. Agnagna claimed to have seen the beast some 275 meters out in the lake. The animal held its thin, reddish head - which had crocodile-looking, oval eyes and a thin nose - on a height of 90 cm and looked from side to side, almost as if it was watching him. According to Agnagna, the animal was a reptile, though not a crocodile, nor a python or a freshwater turtle.

BRITISH EXPEDITION 1985-86

Englishman William J. Gibbons (presently living in Canada) talked to several eye-witnesses who gave him valuable information about the Mokele-Mbembe. He is currently convinced that the dinosaur exists, but at the time was unable to prove it. However, upon his return to the UK he brought with him the remains of a monkey which he could not identify. This was later classified as a new sub-species of crestless mangabey monkey (cerocebus galeritus). Fish and insect specimens also found in the Congos remain unclassified to date.

JAPANESE EXPEDITION 1987

A piece of blurry video footage filmed by a Japanese film crew supposedly showing the creature in Lake Tele remains disputable evidence of the animal's existence. The film is indistinct and grainy, possibly just showing two men in a boat with one of them standing upright in the front of the vessel, as is common in Africa. This has been interpreted as a head and neck, but this interpretation of the videotape is purely speculative at best.

BRITISH EXPEDITION 1990

Author and explorer Redmond O'Hanlon returned from his failed expedition convinced that witnesses must have mistaken wild elephants, crossing rivers with their trunk in the air, for a prehistoric Mokele-Mbembe.

BRITISH EXPEDITION 1992

William Gibbons tried again six years later, this time together with American explorer Rory Nugent. Together they searched almost two thirds of the unexplored Bai River while also examining two small lakes North West of Lake Tele. These are Lake Fouloukuo and Lake Tibeke, which are surprisingly absent from most maps. Both are said to be haunts of Mokele-Mbembe. Rory Nugent also took two interesting photographs of something most unusual in Lake Tele. One may actually show the head of a Mokele Mbembe.

WINTER 2006 - 1/12/2006 - Cryptomundo.com:

The Milt Marcy Expedition is the fourth such trek to Africa, with the three before this one being lead by William Gibbons. Marcy is an insurance broker (Milt Marcy Insurance) in Portland, Oregon, who has funded the last three expeditions, and will be participating in this one himself as Gibbons cannot go.

The four expeditions have been greatly assisted by the cryptozoology-friendly government of Cameroon (they received all their official documents quickly). Furthermore, Pierre Sima has collected several new reports of Mokele-mbembe activity in the river system which borders the Congo Republic. Ed Holdroyd, an atmospheric scientist, has also helped the expedition by providing some superb high resolution satellite photographs of an undisclosed area of the river system where Gibbons, Marcy, and all believe the animals are currently active.

Through a combination of field expeditions, recons by Pierre Sima, native reports and the satellite images, the Milt Marcy Expedition feel that they can now track the migration patterns of mokele-mbembe much more effectively.

Update - 2/3/2006:

Milt Marcy is in good shape given all the travel time and tough conditions (the insect problem was awful and his feet are swollen up from all the bites). But he sounded encouraged and in good spirits.

He took a boat with him (11ft with 24 hp outboard) that performed flawlessly and took them far up the Dja for 110 miles. They interviewed three fishermen and acquired three independent eyewitness accounts of Mokele-mbembe observed merely days before they got there.

Missionary Paul Ohlin saw a Mokele-mbembe on the Sangha River on January 10, 2006!

This incident reportedly occurred on the Congo side, as Ohlin works there among the Aka pygmies. This is the area also bordered by the Ngoko River, which in west-central Africa forms part of the Cameroon-Congo (Brazzaville) boundary. The Dja Faunal Reserve (Cameroon) lies along its upper course.

Peter Beach did a great job with the satellite maps and has marked a number of places (including caves) in the general target area. According to Pierre Sima, new information on the animals confirms that they were in the Forbidden Zone from 1984 to 2003/4, so the Mokele-mbembe sometimes stay in one area long-term if the conditions are right. This explains why the villagers in Langoue saw them with such frequency in that area throughout the 1980s and 1990s.

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One fantastic tale, not bearing much difference from a legend, tells how the locals, or pygmies, built a barrier of stakes to keep the Mokele-mbembe from entering Lake Tele. That way, the pygmies could fish in a safe haven. This particular story is actually quite recent, somewhere around the 1930s to be precise. As the story goes, two of the creatures, obviously displeased with the course of action taken by the natives, attacked the wall of stakes. The pygmies attacked and speared one of the creatures to death. To memorialize this achievement, the pygmies cooked the animal and feasted over its flesh. It is said that all who tasted the meat died. This, of course, might just be an exaggeration, an effect evident on all stories that travel through time. The pygmies believe that the magical and mystical properties of the Mokele-mbembe were released after this event....


Local's sketch of the Mokele-mbembe
Was a Mokele-mbembe Killed at Lake Tele? - by Bill Gibbons Anomalist.com

I can confirm that at least two of the pygmies who were directly involved in the killing of a Mokele-mbembe at Lake Tele about three decades ago were acquainted on a personal level with missionary pastor Eugene P. Thomas. I have discussed this incident with Pastor Thomas, and he was able to confirm most of the details of the story which follows.

Around 1960, the forest dwelling pygmies of the Lake Tele region (the Bangombe tribe), fished daily in the lake near the Molibos, or water channels situated at the north end of the lake. These channels merge with the swamps, and were used by Mokele-mbembes to enter the lake where they would browse on the vegetation. This daily excursion into the lake by the animals disrupted the pygmies fishing activities. Eventually, the pygmies decided to erect a stake barrier across the molibo in order to prevent the animals from entering the lake.

When two of the animals were observed attempting to break through the barrier, the pygmies speared one of the animals to death and later cut it into pieces. This task apparently took several days due to the size of the animal, which was described as being bigger than a forest elephant with a long neck, a small snake-like or lizard-like head, which was decorated with a comb-like frill. The pygmy spearmen also described a long, flexible tail, a smooth, reddish-brown skin and four stubby, but powerful legs with clawed toes. Pastor Thomas also mentioned that the two pygmies mimicked the cry of the animal as it was being attacked and speared.

Later, a victory feast was held, during which parts of the animal were cooked and eaten. However, those who participated in the feast eventually died, either from food poisoning or from natural causes. It should be noted that pygmies rarely live beyond 35, and pygmy women give birth from aged 12. I also believe that the mythification (magical powers, etc) surrounding Mokele-mbembes began with this incident.

During my first expedition in 1985, we met with several eyewitnesses who have observed Mokele-mbembes in the Sangha and Likouala aux Herbes Rivers. Our pygmy informants also mentioned that there was at least two Mokele-mbembes still living in the Lake Tele vicinity, but they were simply too afraid to take us to a precise location where we could actually film and observe a specimen of Mokele-mbembe, due to their superstitious beliefs surrounding the animals and fear of reprisals from the Boha villagers who are regarded as the owners of the lake. The Boha villagers are also familiar with areas in the river and swamps where we can observe these animals for ourselves. However, the general belief that speaking of Mokele-membes to white outsiders will result in great misfortune or death is fairly prevalent throughout the Likouala region. This presents huge problems in obtaining accurate and up-to-date information on Mokele-mbembes and other cryptids.

I should add that I am not convinced that Marcellin Agnagna, Rory Nugent, or Herman Regusters have observed Mokele-mbembes. During our two visits to the Congo, my colleagues and I were unable to locate a single one of the "dozens" of witnesses that allegedly observed Mokele-mbembes with the aforementioned explorers. Marcellin Agagna changed his story several times, and is now thought (by Roy Mackal) to have observed the giant African freshwater turtle, Trionyx triunguis. Herman Regusters and his wife Kia are the only individuals on his expedition to have observed a "long-necked member" travelling across Lake Tele, in spite of the fact that 28 other people were with them from the village of Boha. Rory Nugent's alleged Mokele-mbembe photos could be anything, although he may have seen "something" in the distance.

But Jose Bourges, the Congolese wildlife official who accompanied the 1988 Japanese expedition to the lake, reported that the entire expedition observed a large humped back of an animal, slowly moving along, as if foraging on the bottom of the lake, which is three meters deep at most. So the animals are still there, and I still want to find one! - Bill Gibbons has conducted two major expeditions to the Congo, in 1985-6, and 1992, in search of the Mokele-mbembe

Destination Truth

In March 2008 an episode of the SyFy (formerly the SciFi Channel) series Destination Truth involved investigator Joshua Gates and crew searching for the elusive dinosaur. They did not visit the Likouala Region, which includes Lake Tele, but they visited Lake Bangweulu in Zambia instead, which had reports of a similar creature in the early 20th century, called the "'nsanga". The crew of Destination Truth kept calling the animal "Mokèlé-mbèmbé" to the locals, when that name is only used in the Republic of the Congo. The name used in that particular spot is "chipekwe". Their episode featured a videotaped close encounter, but filmed from a great distance. On applying digital video enhancement techniques, the encounter proved to be nothing more than two submerged hippopotami.

MonsterQuest

In March 2009 an episode of the History Channel series MonsterQuest involved Bill Gibbons, Rob Mullin, local guide Pierre Sima and a two-man film crew from White Wolf Productions. It took place in Cameroon, in the region of Dja, Boumba, and Nkogo Rivers, near the border with the Republic of the Congo. The episode aired in the summer of 2009, and also featured an interview with Roy P. Mackal and Peter Beach of the Milt Marcy Expedition, 2006.[24][self-published source?] While no sightings were reported on the expedition, the team found evidence of a large underground cave with air vents. The team also received sonar readings of very long, serpentine shapes underwater.

Beast Hunter

A March 2011 episode of Beast Hunter on the National Geographic Channel is planned to feature a search for Mokele-mbembe in Congo Basin.

NOTE: You can read other information at Mokele-Mbembe: Mystery Beast of the Congo Basin

Sources:
www.livingdinos.com
www.science-frontiers.com
www.trueauthority.com
www.cryptomundo.com
nationalgeographic.com
www.cryptozoology.com
www.anomalist.com
www.genesispark.com
www.icr.org