Name: Paul Davids, Hollace Davids, Rebekah Del Rio and her husband Eric and also Margaret Lambert (wife of composer Brian Thomas Lambert who composed soundtracks for three of Davids' films: "The Sci-Fi Boys," "Jesus in India" and "Before We Say Goodbye" (Rebekah Del Rio appeared as a singer in David Lynch's "Mulholland Drive" and provided three songs for Davids' newest film "Before We Say Goodbye" including the title song) (all names used with permission)
Occupation: Filmmaker, producer, friends, vocalist
Experience Date: 2010
Experience Location: Los Angeles, California
Here's what happened, we were having a dinner party. As I delivered the punchline to a raucous joke (joke not to be provided as part of this anecdote), Eric saw the Huichol mask (made of small beads, native art from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico) start to swing right and left. It was mounted on a wood panel on the wall about five feet behind me, held only by one nail through the mouth. It suddenly popped off the wall springing forward about four feet, leaping past a lampshade without hitting it, landing right behind the chair I was seated in at the dinner table. Everyone was flabbergasted. Especially since I had a history of having strange things happen with masks in my possession - including many incidents related to a native mask from Zimbabwe we keep in Santa Fe.
To try to see if the leaping mask could have a logical explanation, we experimented, putting the mask back on its nail and pushing it off balance until it would swing on the nail. The mouth of the mask has a groove in it which prevents the mask from falling even while it swings on the nail. We pushed with extra energy to make it fall -- and it always falls straight to the ground. It never even hits the lampshade in front of it, and it certainly never "flies" past the lampshade without touching it as it did that night. A very strange incident. We decided that perhaps some spirit looking in on us REALLY liked the punchline of that off-color joke! And we think we know who that spirit might be. ('Nuff said, as "Spiderman" creator Stan Lee would say.)
"Before We Say Goodbye"
Yellow Hat Productions, "Jesus In India"
Paul Davids
Name: Dee Gragg (name used with permission)
Occupation: UFO, Crop Circles Investigator
Experience Date: 2010
Experience Location: Unspecified by request
The most fascinating subject in all my research was Theta Tres, an articulate, seven year old Mayan girl. I was meeting with her mother, Eta Tres and her grandmother, Epsilon Tres on a UFO sighting and hardly noticed her presence. I had no idea why she was there except perhaps her mom couldn’t get a sitter.
After finishing the UFO investigation, we moved on to other interesting events. I was quite sure that from the discussion that both mother and grandmother had been visited. As the conversation proceeded they said I should listen to the seven year old.
I did. Theta Tres was first visited by ETs in her crib at the age of three. She liked it very much when they came to play with her. She called them skeletons and told her mother about them. Her calling them skeletons was most puzzling until one day a year or so later.
She and her mother were walking down the street and there was a drawing of a little gray in a shop window. She pointed at it and told her mother there’s a skeleton. She had seen the very thin arms and legs of the little grays and gave the best description that her young three year old vocabulary would permit.
I pursued the issue further. How tall were the ETs I asked. She held her hands with the bottom hand about one foot from the top hand. Well this didn’t seem right. I knew of nowhere in the literature of the field where there was ever a little gray reported less that three feet tall.
So, in trying to get her to say what I knew she was supposed to say I asked, “Were they about your height?” “No! No! she exclaimed”, and again showed me the one foot measurement. Her voice had the quality, volume and conviction of an adult. I backed off.
So what have we here? A new subspecies of mini grays? Children of little grays who haven’t grown up yet? I am sure not ready to go leaping to those conclusions based on one data point. Perhaps with time other research will have the answer.
In talking with the mother and grandmother about whether they had ever woke up with their night clothes out of place. Theta Tres responded immediately that she had. She said sometimes when she awoke in the morning the tag in the back of her gown was in front under her chin. She didn’t know why that was.
She said that one time--which was most puzzling to her--her pajama bottoms were jammed on her head with her arms up the legs of the pajamas. Further, her legs were in the sleeves of her pajama top!
Hang on, there’s more. Her mother also pointed out that Theta Tres was a channeler. She told her mother there were good ETs and bad ones and she only channeled from the good ones. The ETs channel from her to her mother. They told her that a small planet was going to collide with a large planet. When this happens we must be ready to leave our planet for the other.
Now picture this. Here I am sitting across the table from three generations of Mayans and it is only two years to 2012. One generation was channeling the other about a cataclysmic event. Was this what we are to expect in 2012? When asked several times was this going to happen in 2012? Her answer was always emphatic that her channeling had nothing to do with 2012.
By now she was growing restless, and telling her mother it was time to go. She was after all still only a seven year old.
Copyright 2010 by C.D. Gragg. All rights reserved. Excerpted from "A Simple Explanation of Extraterrestrials (ETs)." Gragg welcomes questions and comments about everything! He can be reached at 575-437-5419 or
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Name: Cheryl Gessler Engelke (name used with permission)
Occupation: Contract Counsel Clerk
Experience Date: 1995
Experience Location: Goblin Valley, UT (near Hanksville, UT)
In 1995. I was getting worried about my youngest son, "Boo," because he was getting too involved with gangs and starting to think the way they did so my husband and I thought we'd take him and his friend camping on the way back to Ogden, UT. After picking up our truck in Hanksville, UT, where we had managed a motel, we stopped in Goblin Valley State Park. We were going to camp there among the strange red hoodoos but Boo started freaking out when I showed him how I could get birds to fly to us. (Do the same thing with attracting all kinds of wildlife.)
Boo wanted to leave so I found another spot in the dark up a hill along some cliffs after traveling for about a half an hour on a dirt road outside of Goblin Valley. We attempted to build a fire but no matter what we tried to burn, it wouldn’t light. We were looking into the night sky and I said, “it would be cool if a space ship landed.” To which everybody just laughed, like, yeah right. Strange spiral spirit like energy surrounded me as I danced around the non-existent fire. (Just like to dance, not chanting or anything unusual. However, Boo’s friend told him “your mom’s a witch.”)
As I was resting on the bumper of our truck, I looked up into the clear starlit sky and saw what looked like a spotlight and drew everybody's attention to it. The light got bigger and bigger and came towards us. Then it fell out of the sky and landed below us in a valley. The whole valley lit up below us and I told everybody the aliens were here. (At this point my son wanted to leave and drive off so my husband blocked his car in because we didn't want him driving around panicking in the boonies.)
We could see their shadows, which oddly looked like elongated petro glyphs. Then we could hear a whole group of them walking up the hill where we were at. Boo started to beg me to make them go away. Up to that point I was more curious than scared of the visitors. (I don’t know why I wasn’t afraid.) I told him, “don't you want to meet them?” And, “what do you think about your protection from the gangs now?”
I then started to think about the alien encounters where they do experiments on you and started to doubt what I was encouraging. So I yelled loudly to the visitors, we don’t want to see you right now!” and they stopped. We could then hear them walk back down the hill, and get back in the space ship. (Or whatever it was, I was too scared at that point to look over the hill.) The valley became dark again and completely silent. Then the fire started up.
In the morning, I woke up and saw my son and his friend climbing on the cliffs. Then to my surprise, as I was trying to figure out what they were doing, I realized they were looking at the petroglyphs all over the cliffs. Boo’s friends respected me after our camping visitation and the one that was there is reluctant to talk about it to this day.
Name: Julia Margaret Brigham (name used with permission)
Occupation: Artist
Experience Date: February 19, 1999
Experience Location: Black Lake, New Mexico
Brigham describes sighting of several "spinning" UFOs near her home in northern New Mexico.
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