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- Admiral Byrd's Most Excellent Adventure
- Just the Facts? - Northern Territory UFO, Reward For Bongo and Shaking Event In Ohio
- This Week On 'Beyond the Edge' Radio - Author / Lecturer Bill Bean
- Strange Orange Substance Washes Ashore at Kivalina, Alaska
| Admiral Byrd's Most Excellent Adventure Posted: 05 Aug 2011 09:21 AM PDT   It is theorized that when the famous adventurer Admiral Richard E. Byrd went to explore the North Pole that he actually entered into the Inner Earth at the opening at this pole. In his purported diary, Admiral Byrd discusses contact he made with an advanced people in this area who showed him their world and asked for him to take a message back to the surface dwellers and government of their concern about a future vision they had of our destroying our world and since this is their home as well, they of course wanted to prevent this. If such a people do exist, it is theorized that possibly some of the UFOs we see are not extraterrestrial but interterrestials, as our subterranean brothers keep an eye on us from below. ********** Admiral Richard B. Byrd's Diary (Feb. Mar. 1947) The exploration flight over the North Pole ( The Inner Earth My Secret Diary ) I must write this diary in secrecy and obscurity. It con cerns my Arctic flight of the nineteenth day of February in the year of Nineteen and Forty Seven. There comes a time when the rationality of men must fade into insignificance and one must accept the inevitability of the Truth! I am not at liberty to disclose the following documenta tion at this writing ...perhaps it shall never see the light of public scrutiny, but I must do my duty and record here for all to read one day. In a world of greed and exploitation of certain of mankind can no longer suppress that which is truth.  ----- FLIGHT LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947 0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight north ward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours. 0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly. 0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal. 0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pres sure indicator seems normal, however. 0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbu lence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now. 0815 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal. 0830 Hours- Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again. 0910 Hours- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course foe a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the Ice and snow below. 0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing! 0915 Hours- In the distance is what appears to be mountains. 0949 Hours- 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sight ing of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before! 0955 Hours- Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again. 1000 Hours- We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth! 1005 Hours- I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed - it is definitely a mammoth-like ani mal! Report this to base camp. 1030 Hours- Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning! 1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and star board wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type! 1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: 'Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.' I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless. 1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt! 1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply. END LOG
From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened. The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are re ceived in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short dis tance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter. One of my hosts speaks. 'Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master...' I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my sur roundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, 'I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.' I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following. 'We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.' Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! 'Yes," the Master replies with a smile, 'you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here. Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarm ing time we sent our flying machines, the "Flugelrads", to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race's wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.' I interrupted, 'But what does this have to do with me, Sir?' The Master's eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, 'Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it...' I nodded, and the Master continued, 'In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour..do you say I am mistaken?' 'No,' I answer, 'it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.' 'Yes, my son,' replied the Master, 'the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race. Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife...and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message.....' With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream....but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which. Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side. 'This way, Admiral,' motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face. 'Farewell, my son,' he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended. Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master's chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, 'We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.' I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face. As I approached, I said, 'It is all right, Howie, it is all right.' The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was imme diately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate. 215 Hours- A radio message comes through. 'We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!' We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky. The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts.... ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES: 220 Hours- We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond. We report all conditions normal....normal. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact. 300 Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission..... END LOG ENTRIES. March 11, 1947. I have just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon. I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All is duly recorded. The President has been ad vised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty- nine minutes, to be exact.) I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal!!!! I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY1111 Incredible! I am reminded that I am a military man and I must obey orders. 30/12/56: FINAL ENTRY: These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind...I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall. This can be the only hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end. Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth shall come again....and those who are of darkness shall fall in it's Light..FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN. Admiral Richard E. Byrd United States Navy 24 December 1956              | ||
| Just the Facts? - Northern Territory UFO, Reward For Bongo and Shaking Event In Ohio Posted: 05 Aug 2011 08:21 AM PDT  UFO images captured over Australia's Northern Territory   Only a day after the last reported UFO sighting in the Northern Territory a Katherine man has not only seen a mysterious object in the sky - he also took photos of it. David Schuman was having dinner with his boss Phil Richardson near Katherine's Strongbala Men's Healing Centre last Tuesday when an "unusual large star" caught their eyes. "We were both seated around the dinner table, discussing various subject matters and running through the day's events when all of a sudden the boss changed the subject and said in a slightly raised tone 'Hey, that's an unusually large star - I have never seen one as big as that before and in fact that's too big for a star, what is that?," Mr Schuman said. "Through the open window we saw a very large brightly lit object and it just stood there, hovering there for 20 minutes or more, and motionless above the tree line." Mr Schuman said he walked outside for a closer look, before grabbing his camera. "I usually carry my camera with me where ever I go - even in the shower, because you never know," he said. "There was a real glowing about the object and it was very bright and every picture that I took was done with a degree of urgency about it when it started to move." Mr Schuman said in a later "examination" of his photos he came across what seemed "to display two aura rings within the brightly lit up orb". The UFO spotter said he also saw what looked like "a fuzzy triangular shape enclosing the object within, which seemed to be cloaking it's outer edge". "One area at the end of the craft (had) what I perceive to be two hot spots are a fuzzy silvery grey. "The other end of the craft on the other hand appears in colour to be of a fuzzy dullish orange," Mr Schuman said. "Is this the real deal or is this something that the military have conjured up to put the wind up people," he said. "But my boss thinks not - that it wasn't anything to do with the military as it was nothing he had ever seen before in his life." Mr Schuman said the object suddenly started moving towards him while he was trying to take photos. "Suddenly the bugger started to change shape then it swung out wide to my far right ducking in beyond the trees and at a height 30 metres at a rough guess and in an easterly direction. "Then it began changing colour appearing to separate prior to it disappearing as it quietly moved away. "We heard an almost silent woosh until it finally faded out of view. "Who knows - maybe we are not quite so unique as we first thought after all. "We are not alone I think." Only a day earlier Katherine man Brian and UFOlogist Alan Ferguson had spotted "bizarre" things in the Northern Territory sky. - katherinetimes ********** Did Giant Reptiles Share the Earth with Giant Humans? By Brad Steiger - The notion that early humans might have been contemporaneous with the giant reptiles has stoked the creative fires of many a fantasy and science fiction novelist. In Worlds Before Our Own (Anomalist Books, 2007), I pose a two-pronged question: Did a race of early humans exist during the Age of Reptiles, something like 70 million years ago; or did a certain number of the giant reptiles survive until a few thousand years ago? Early in January, 1970, the London Express Service carried an item relating the discovery of a set of cave paintings which had been found in the Gorozamzi Hills, twenty-five miles from Salisbury in Rhodesia. According to the news story, the paintings included an accurate representation of a brontosaurus, the 67-foot, 30-ton behemoth that scientists insist became extinct millions of years before man achieved his earthly advent. Experts agree that the paintings were done by bushmen who ruled Rhodesia from about 1500 B.C.E. until a few hundred years ago. The experts also agree that the bushmen only painted from life. This belief is borne out by the other Gorozamzi Hills cave paintings, which represent elephants, hippos, deer, and giraffe. The November, 1968, issue of Science Digest carried the startling thoughts of Mexican archaeologist-journalist Jose Diaz-Bolio concerning his discovery of an ancient Mayan relief sculpture of a peculiar serpent-bird found in the ruins of Tajin, located in Totonacapan in the northeastern section of Veracruz, Mexico. Diaz- Bolio suggested that the serpent-bird was not merely the product of Mayan flights of fancy, but a realistic representation of an animal that lived during the period of the ancient Mayans — 1,000 to 5,000 years ago. Continue reading at agoracosmopolitan ********** "House shook like an earthquake, backyard lit up" MUFON CMS - Ohio, July 7, 2011 - bright light that I could see through with an earthquake effect to the house. I was lying on the couch at my sons house, I was house sitting, there was a storm then the storm passed and I fell asleep. I woke up to the house shaking like an earthquake, when I looked out the sliding glass doors I thought it was daytime except the light was exceptionally bright like looking at the sun but you could see through it. I could see the entire back yard about 1/4 or so of an acre. In a few seconds the light disappeared and it was night, everything was dark and I felt like I was in shock or couldn't move or think I just layed back down on the couch and went to sleep but I felt it was really strange almost dream like. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it and wondered if anyone reported anything in Manchester on July the 7th or 6th. I do have another experience that is really old that I have never talked about, I will also fill out a form on that one because I am not sure which experience Cathy wanted me to report. Also...check out Sunny's recent post at "Linear Formation" of Lights Passes Over Pickup Carrying 6 Passengers ********** Couple offering $500 for return of beloved monkey doll Bongo  Couple offering big bucks for return of beloved monkey doll Bongo Two grief-stricken Manhattanites have frantically papered Park Slope with fliers offering hundreds of dollars for the safe return of their closest companion — a beloved monkey doll named Bongo. Bonni Marcus and Jack Zinzi said their best friend went missing on Sunday night during a routine outing to their favorite Fifth Avenue restaurant, El Viejo Yayo. The disappearance occurred around 7 pm, as Marcus and Zinzi were walking from their car near Flatbush Avenue to the eatery. "I walked over to the restaurant, sat down, ordered the food, and reached into my pocket to put Bongo on the table — and saw that he was gone," Zinzi said. "I tore the car apart. I was in a bad way. Bongo really means a lot to me, so I kind of broke down. "It happened so fast, because I couldn't have been in the restaurant 10 minutes before I realized he was gone," Zinzi continued. "Somebody must have come along and thought he was as cute as I know he is." It's unclear if police have been notified, but any decent gumshoe would have no problem tracking down a missing person with this description: Peach skin, jet-black eyes, perpetual smile stitched on his face, eight inches tall. The doll has been a constant part of Marcus and Zinzi's lives for 10 years now. The two adults are devastated enough to offer $500 to anyone who has happened across the wayward Beanie Baby. The reward appears on fliers posted all over the area, with "Help Me Get Home" hastily written in black Sharpie. Marcus, 47, and Zinzi, 58, are not in a romantic relationship with each other, but they regard Bongo as the son they never had. Zinzi, a Park Slope native, bought Bongo at a discount store upstate a decade ago. He doesn't recall the name, but he can't forget the moment. "There was a whole bunch of stuffed animals, and Bongo caught my eye," he said. "I thought it would be a great gift for Bonni — and we both became a little attached to it." Marcus felt the same way. "Bongo's simply a member of our family," said Marcus, who uses the term "mother" when talking about her relationship to the doll. "We take him everywhere, we talk to him." Everywhere? Bongo accompanied Marcus to a Hindu hermitage in the Bahamas. And he was there whenever Zinzi, a manager at a Manhattan apartment building, played handball in Coney Island. The chances of finding this absent primate are slim, but the dynamic doll-doting duo is optimistic. Since Monday, when the fliers went up, two people have called — one Samaritan saying that she placed Bongo on a traffic meter after discovering him lying on Flatbush Avenue, the other mentioning a separate Bongo sighting at the corner of Union Street and Eighth Avenue. In both cases, when Marcus and Zinzi returned to the site, Bongo was gone. Nonetheless, they remain vigilant. "I'll do whatever it takes to get him back," Zinzi said. Residents of Park Slope don't know what to make of the mysterious fliers. "It must be some kind of joke," said Maureen Hormaza. But when told that it was not, in fact, a joke, Hormaza's heart melted. "It's very sad and touching," she said. "Wow." Then again, this is New York, where sympathy is doled out with an eyedropper. "What's the big deal," asked Tyrone Williams, who works in the supermarket nearby. "Get another teddy bear!" - brooklynpaper ********** The Dog Days of Summer  Dog Days is the name for the most sultry period of Summer, from about July 3 to Aug. 11. Named in early times by observers in countries bordering the Mediterranean, the period was reckoned as extending from 20 days before to 20 days after the conjunction of Sirius (the dog star) and the Sun. In the latitude of the Mediterranean region this period coincided with hot days that were plagued with disease and discomfort. The time of conjunction varies with difference in latitude, and because of the precession of the equinoxes it changes gradually over long periods in all latitudes. It has been a very hot Summer here in the United States...especially in north Texas where my friend Sunny said it reached 110+F on Thursday and it has not rained for months. It's so bad that some of old growth trees are dying from lack of water. Please be aware of your friends and neighbors who lack sufficient cooling. Keep your pets indoors. Relief is hopefully on the way!       | ||
| This Week On 'Beyond the Edge' Radio - Author / Lecturer Bill Bean Posted: 05 Aug 2011 06:56 AM PDT   In 1970, the Bean family moved into a modest three bedroom ranch style house located in Glen Burnie, Maryland. The community was called, "Harundale." Bill recalled his first memories of the house were frightening ones. "It had a very foreboding and ominous feel from the start," he said. What the family didn't know is that a demonic force already occupied their new home. Bill Bean stated, "My family was literally torn apart by an evil force that co-existed among us. The activity began as noises and gradually escalated into violent physical attacks on us by the entities." In his book Dark Force, Bill Bean painfully describes in terrifying detail the events that tormented his family. As disturbing as some of the content in Dark Force is, there's a very powerful message of hope and faith that has affected many readers in a positive way. Bill starred in a Discovery Channel broadcast about his story. The show aired on September 7, 2006 and is often shown during Bill's lectures. He's also appeared on such shows as Coast to Coast, Discovery Channel, Syfy Channel, 21st Century Radio, Off the Record, The Sheena Metal Show, Roseanne, America Tonight, Real TV, X-Zone [Canada], Pulse Radio[UK], City Talk [UK], Philly Tonight, Fox 45 Cover Story, Encounters Radio, WARN Radio and many others. Bill has been featured on TV news and has been written about in news papers and magazines. Look for Bill on Cornerstone TV! March 2, 2011. In his latest book called Delivered, the rest of the story is told. "Delivered tells the rest of the story. I have had many different supernatural experiences in my adult life. I rejoice in the fact that I'm free from the evil that destroyed my family and tried to destroy me. GOD delivered me from all of it, and I can never thank HIM enough. After you read my books, I pray that you will draw closer to YHWH." You can order Bill's books at BillBean104   Join Eric Altman and Lon Strickler each Sunday at 10 PM ET as we go Beyond the Edge!       | ||
| Strange Orange Substance Washes Ashore at Kivalina, Alaska Posted: 05 Aug 2011 06:34 AM PDT   Pictures sent by city administrator Janet Mitchell show an orange sheen across the surface of a nearby lagoon, just feet from houses. Officials don't know what it is or where it came from -- though the Coast Guard said initial tests indicate the residue is of natural origin. "It is not man made, it is not a petroleum substance," said Petty Officer David Mosley. Mosley said incident commanders are awaiting further tests, but that the substance might be a type of algae. Kivalina is located in a mineral-rich region on Alaska's northwest coast about 46 miles downstream from the Red Dog Mine, a zinc mine and major economic engine in the region. "We're not aware of any aspect of our operation that could be responsible," said Wayne Hall, the mine's manager of community and public relations. - ktuu ----- Mysterious orange goo washes up in Alaska village Authorities say a mysterious orange-colored substance has washed up on the shores of a remote village in northwest Alaska. Tests have been conducted on the substance on the surface of the water in Kivalina (KIV'-uh-LEE'-nuh). City Administrator Janet Mitchell told The Associated Press that the substance has also shown up in some residents' rain buckets. Coast Guard Petty Officer David Mosely tells KTUU that it's not a petroleum substance and it's not man-made. Mitchell says the village is requesting that an algae expert from the University of Alaska Fairbanks investigate. Pictures taken by resident Mida Swan show an orange sheen across the harbor and on beaches in the village about 625 miles northwest of Anchorage. Swan says she didn't smell anything odd when she dipped her hand into the substance. - miamiherald ********** BECOME PART OF A SPECIAL TEAM  "Many small people, in many small places, do many small things, that can alter the face of the world." - Anonymous Spirit Rescue International is looking for a few good people to join the team. First, we need a team member who lives in the Carmarthen / Drafech area of south Wales. You must have a vehicle and will assist Irene on local on-site cases. We also need a new team member or two in the USA / Canada to help with our worldwide cases. You must be trustworthy, committed to detail and open minded. As well, Skype is a MUST! Please go to the website and read about Spirit Rescue International. Spirit Rescue International is not a regular spirit rescue / entity clearing service. We are a non-profit group that combines the resources of our affiliates worldwide in order to achieve a successful entity clearing. Our mission is to provide professional, confidential and ethical spiritual relief, including continued personal support and guidance at no cost to the client. Spirit Rescue International is an innovation of Irene Allen-Block, a true spirit rescuer with unique distance clearing abilities. As associates of Spirit Rescue International, we value a team approach. Each individual brings something special to the case. Once all the information has been collected from the client, the case will then be transferred over to Irene Allen-Block and Lon Strickler to remote view and perform the clearing. All cases will remain confidential; no cases will be published without the written authorization of the client. To date, all rescues and clearings have been successful. There is always that chance of failure of which the client will be made aware of fully. Following the clearing an after care program will follow. 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