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Hillary Clinton is hedging her bets regarding UFO disclosure, saying that if there are national security issues involved, she won’t be able to proceed after she enters office.

We know for certain that Jimmy Carter promised to tell all prior to entering office, then refused to do so. More recently, he has refused even answer questions about the matter.

Laurence Rockefeller was a passing acquaintance of mine, and we once had a discussion about what happened when he attempted to confront Bill Clinton with the question. Clinton replied, simply, that he couldn’t discuss it.
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This week’s Dreamland and Awakening programs once again involve the afterlife. Since my wife Anne died last August, there has been a continuous series of events involving her that suggest that there is an afterlife, and that she not only still exists, but is still conscious of this world and attempting to indicate that it is possible to bridge the gap between worlds.
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Over the past thirty years, I have often been the victim of social engineering. The first time I became aware of it was after the publication of my book Confirmation, which was critical of the Air Force’s handling of the UFO phenomenon, and what I viewed then, and continue to view, as an inappropriate adherence to secrecy. Just as the book was being published, a lie about me appeared in the Sunday supplement Parade Magazine, which was then a significant factor in the media.

This story claimed that I had discovered that I had temporal lobe epilepsy. It was wrong. When I called the magazine about it, an editor said that it had been given to them by friends of mine in the USAF.

Not exactly friends.

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It’s a day full of flowers here in Southern California. Evening is slipping down from a gentle sky, the light slow and soft, and I am traveling along the deep memory road.

I have been looking through our Valentines, Darling. I find that I have about thirty of them, going all the way back to the first year.

They draw me down the shadowed path to those days, recalling your bright voice in the eternity of youth and the magic that you spoke, and the deeper magic you said with your eyes. We were so happy, two little outsiders who had done the impossible: we had found someone who wanted us.

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