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Re: Crop Circles Discussion

From: James Horak <jchorak7441.nul>
Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2007 19:10:44 -0700 (PDT)
Archived: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 10:50:48 -0400
Subject: Re: Crop Circles Discussion

>From: Paul Scott Anderson <paulscottanderson.nul>
>To: ufoupdates.nul
>Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2007 20:37:50 -0700
>Subject: Re: Crop Circles Discussion

>From: Stan Friedman <fsphys.nul>
>To: <ufoupdates.nul>
>Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2007 23:19:35 -0300
>Subject: Re: Crop Circles Discussion

>Sorry but the 1974 Langenburg Case was a physical trace case and
>not a set of crop circles. Several saucers were seen taking off.
>Ted Phillips collected a lot of data.

>The Langenburg circles had the same or at least very similar
>physical characteristics as what we would call crop circles
>(rings in this case). The only 'difference' is that craft were
>observed. But physically, they were pretty much the same thing.
>Many of the older circle reports, without craft seen, were
>similar to Langenburg. Why is it so hard for ufologists to get
>this? That these may well be one and the same phenomenon?

>I also have in my files many trace cases which are clearly not
>crop circles (burned rings, rings in soil, etc.). Those are a
>different kettle of fish. But flattened, swirled circles or
>rings in vegetation are by definition crop circles, whether a
>craft was witnessed or not.

In the winter of 1971-72, I was living out in the country
somewhat at an arc tangent to a line drawn between Xenia and
Wilmington, Ohio. Close by was a little community, New
Burlington. Today, in this area is the Caesar Creek Revervoir. I
lived at the corner of Brimstone Rd. and a road that today would
trail the eastern shoreline of that lake. If one followed
Brimstone Rd., it went straight south and met with another that
followed along the edges of a valley. All the farms in the area
at this time had been condemned and few had occupants living in
the associated farm houses.

A neighbor that lived close by one night invited me to go fox-
hunting with him and another man. This consisted of letting
loose dogs and listening in the distance to them running the
supposed quarry. The man's name was Lee. Midnight found us on a
ridge overlooking the valley at one of its highest points. We
had a fire since it was cold. Otherwise it was a still, clear

While we were talking an object went directly overhead at the
speed of a bullet. When I exclaimed some reaction both these men
behaved as if it was just something I would get used to.

When the dogs could no longer be heard we moved down into the
valley almost within stone throw of an abandoned farm house. We
could hear the dogs there and the snow and clear sky gave good
light to the terrain.

Across the fields that lay around the old farm house was a
glacial cut ridge that went out like a wall. It was wooded and I
began to watch a light moving through its trees.

As I watched it seemed to move in an almost swinging motion like
a lantern swinging in the carry of a walking person. Thats what
I thought is was, with a multi-colored globe.

But then it came to the end of the ridge and continued out over
the field, in the air about 25 or 30 feet above the ground. And
it was throwing colors like the crystal ball of a disco dance

It came near the farmhouse, stopping just about 100 feet off one
corner. I couldn't help myself, I jumped out of the van for a
closer look while the men protested it was a helicopter and
begged me to get back inside.

We were less than 100 yards away, it was a still night, and
absolutely no sound. I crossed the road and went down an
embankment to a fence and swung a leg over the barbed wire. The
men began shrieking and screaming something about the police. I
looked back and saw a police car approaching us from the other
direction on the road.

Coming back to the road, I arrived just as the police car drove
by. They didn't acknowledge our presence in any way. Instead, as
their car came down into the bottom where the road would take it
along the northern fence row of the field, the UFO began to
follow it. All the way back toward the ridge where in about 15
minutes it started back through the routine of going through the
trees again.

The men had rounded up the dogs by that time and were anxious to
leave. I wasn't asked again on a fox-hunt.

Instead I went back many times. At night and in the day to see
what the field looked like. At night I saw it everytime I went
for the next three months. Always doing the same thing. I would
try to get people to come with me. They wouldn't. All seemed
afraid, even my wife.

It didn't help that I would walk up where it would go over and
feel the strange electric vibes the thing put out. It didn't
help that it seemed to respond to my presence.

In the fields were only weeds, some growing up to to the heighth
of wheat, some even of corn. In places where this UFO would go
over were some designs like those of crop circles and the weeds
were pressed down, flat to ground as if they had been swirled by
a high wind.

Over the three months I observed, the designs changed. Though
the weeds were dead, they somehow were reworked.

Roughly I would say at least 25 people knew of this appearance.
But were uncomfortable to mention anything about it.

Other strange things were going on, but those involved the
people there to work on the project.

And I found a number of horse and cattle mutilations. And some
interesting things I learned about one farmer being reimbursed
for his losses by some government agency.

And that's not all.

I swear every word of this to be true,

James C. Horak

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