September 14, 2015
November 29, 2017
Stanton Friedman, the famed UFO researcher based in Fredericton, has died. Friedman was returning from a speaking engagement in Columbus, Ohio, when he died suddenly at the Toronto Pearson Airport on Monday night, according to his family. He was 84. A nuclear physicist by training, Friedman had devoted his life to researching and investigating UFOs since the late 1960s. He was credited with bringing the 1947 Roswell Incident — the famous incident that gave rise to theories about UFOs and a U.S. military coverup — back into the mainstream conversation. [CBC]
Originally Published on Sep 14, 2015
He’s the man. Stanton T. Friedman. Yep, he’s the one. Before I happened upon him and his work, I never gave UFOs and ufology a moment’s consideration. To date, I’ve never seen anything that I thought was UFO’ish. No close encounters of any kind. To me they were the stuff of urban legend mythology and folklore. Like most of the paranormal and (I respectfully submit) religion. Oh, I laughed with the masses, dismissing the notion of spacefarers as romantic insanity. Baseless hallucinations and prosaic wishful thinking. The argument as I saw it went something like this. (And note, every one of these points is addressed and dissected and refuted an debunked ad seriatim in the accompanying podcast).
And even if they could travel at breakneck speeds, the Andromeda Galaxy 2.5 million light-years from Earth in the Andromeda constellation. That means to travel there (or from there) at the speed of light it would take 2.5 million years. And we or they can’t travel at or near the speed of light. Right?
Most sightings of UFOs are weather balloons, swamp gas or the planet Venus. Right? And don’t give me this bunkum about alien abductions. They’re all hallucinating or want to seize upon the opportunity to cash in. Not to mention, all these double wide denizens, these Junior Samples overall-sporting hayseeds, redneck and corn pone loons all claiming to be anally probed by some critters. Their claims have never been validated, right?
Enter Friedman. Then it happened. One day, years ago, thanks to the system of tubes known as the Internets, I happened upon the data. Through and courtesy of Mr. Friedman. Mounds, miles, piles, loads, tons, reams of data, articles, studies, research, lectures, books. Every conceivable form of investigation you can and could imagine. From around the world and time immemorial. Historic, anecdotal, eye-witness, documented, recorded and duly noted. Name it. The information was staggering. Brobdingnagian, an evidence colossus. And at the helm, stewarding his students through the labyrinth of fact versus fiction was and is the inimitable Stanton Friedman, who’s inspired me for years. I was so honored to finally speak with this giant. The (Extra)terrestrial titan.
Thus spake Stan. Here’s the Friedman manifesto. And I quote.
The evidence is overwhelming that Planet Earth is being visited by intelligently controlled extraterrestrial spacecraft. In other words, SOME UFOs are alien spacecraft. Most are not.
The subject of flying saucers represents a kind of Cosmic Watergate, meaning that some few people in major governments have known since July, 1947, when two crashed saucers and several alien bodies were recovered in New Mexico, that indeed SOME UFOs are ET. As noted in 1950, it’s the most classified U.S. topic.
None of the arguments made against conclusions One and Two by a small group of debunkers such as Carl Sagan, my University of Chicago classmate for three years, can stand up to careful scrutiny. The Flying Saucer story is the biggest story of the millennium: visits to Planet Earth by aliens and the U.S. government’s cover-up of the best data (the bodies and wreckage) for over fifty years.
Just think of it. Many have. The idea of living entities, non-human, most likely vastly and inconceivably superior, a million or billion years or senior. Extraterrestrial, extrastellar, or (better) extradimensional. Able to traverse the universal gaps and divides enlisting free energy, antigravitic propulsion, fusion perhaps, Tesla energy. All while we burn rocket fuel. Remember Mother Earth is 4.5B years old. That’s 4500M years. If another planet were a mere 4501M years old, they’d have a million year jump on us. In 66 years from 1903 to 1969 we went from Kitty Hawk to Neil Armstrong and the pre-Jacko moonwalk. Imagine a million year or billion year jump. Awe, baby. Awe.
This originally appeared HERE on December 26, 2014, on the LionelMedia.com website.