Space Travel Truth

We are at war. Please take the time to read this post and you will definitely know more about the enemy of humanity.

My name is Charles James Hall. I was the United States Air Force duty weather observer. I was proud to be an Airman first class. I had worked hard to earn it. Five days a week, several times a day, I released a weather balloon, measured the winds at various altitudes over the valley, completed the weather report, and phoned it in to my home base at Nellis Air Force Base.

The first balloon always had to be released at 4:30 am.  To make it on time, I had to start my day at 3:00 am. The last balloon release for the day was usually at 2:00 pm. It made for a long day, but I enjoyed the duty. I had my own truck, my own bunk, my own barracks, tremendous freedom for an enlisted man, and four weather shacks scattered out in some of the most desolate desert valleys in the American Southwest. I was the Ranger Weather Observer, and I was the only one.

Please read and understand what we are up against.

In between weather reports, I could do anything I wanted. I could go anywhere I wanted, anytime I wanted. And I could do anything I wanted to when I got there. ‘Anywhere’ included the highly restricted areas to the west, east, and the distant north of me.

Even if the Ranges were closed to everyone else, they were never closed to me. The only rule was that whatever I did, wherever I went, I had to do so, totally alone.

On paper, it seemed like this might be the easiest job in the U. S. Air Force. However, based on entries on log books, as least 41 weather observers before me had experienced tremendous difficulties while attempting to perform these very same duties. None of them were able to rise above the terror provoked by the disquieting presence of the Tall White extraterrestrials that regularly intruded their domain.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of weather reports had been faked, falsified, or were missing from the records.

My predecessors had been terrorized, a few had been burned and injured for life. Log entry after log entry recorded their day of fear and their nights of terror. At first, I too had felt terrified, but that was a year ago and I have since overcome my fears.

One day I was sitting quietly at my desk in the weather shack, writing a letter home to my father. His birthday was in a few weeks and I was telling him that I loved him and I was sending him a present. The ranges had been closed for the past two weeks and were scheduled to remain closed for the next two weeks as well. There were several mail order catalogs on the shelf above my desk.

I kept the catalogs neat and clean. I also kept at least one catalog within easy reach. My Range Three weather shack had outdoor plumbing and a catalog had more than one use.

I turned my chair so that I was looking out of my front door at the mountains that formed the distant northern boundary of the desert valley. In the distance I saw one of the white scout crafts slowly crossing the valley diagonally towards the southwest. It had come down the valley from the main mountain base in the far northern mountains. Now it was heading towards the underground hanger that lay hidden in an arroyo northwest of Range Four.

I was unusual for the extraterrestrials to be coming out of their main base this late in the afternoon. Usually, at this time on a hot summer afternoon they would have been returning to their mountain base to refuel their craft for the coming evening. But then, this month was already shaping up to be somewhat unusual.

Their deep space craft had arrived on schedule at the mountain base at sundown three nights before on the night of the full moon.

Usually, after only one or two nights, the experienced Tall White extraterrestrial guards would begin escorting groups of newly arrived extraterrestrials down the valley to watch me on the morning run.

I bunked alone in an old wooden WWII style barracks. The next morning, I woke up, as usual, at 3:00 am. I turned off my alarm clock, got out of bed, brushed my teeth, shaved, got into my dark green uniform, and headed out to my USAF pickup truck parked outside. The skies were clear and moonlight spilled over everything in the valley.

I was still a half mile or so from the Range Three buildings when I first saw the large white scout craft sitting out in the moonlight on the ridge that lay 1000 feet or so slightly northwest of the Range Three lounge. The tall white extraterrestrials obviously intended I should see it.

I continued driving towards the Range Three building. I parked my truck in its usual position next to the generator shack and as I did so, the scout craft powered up.

In near perfect silence, it rose up 20 feet or so and silently floated to a spot some 30 feet west of the Range Three lounge, and set down gently on the hard packed desert floor.

It powered down and sat facing me at some 200 feet away. All its lights were off, both interior and exterior. It was one of the larger scout crafts with seating for perhaps 20 passengers. It was solid white, ellipsoidal, with windows on both sides and in the front, but none in the back.

Like all of their scout craft, it had the usual double hull construction. After a few minutes, I got out of my truck and began the walk over to my weather shack. I decided not to start the diesel generator. With so much beautiful moonlight, I didn’t need additional lighting and I knew that sometimes the generator’s electricity interfered with the Tall Whites’ communications. I would live longer if I never got in their way.

I opened the doors of my weather shack, and began the morning weather report. The scout craft was off to the northwest, hidden from direct view by the Range Three lounge building. It too me 20 minutes or so to measure the temperature, dew point, etc, fill out the usual forms, fill the weather balloon with the required amount of helium, and attach a battery powered light.

With my clipboard in one hand, I carried the balloon out to the theodolite stand in front of the weather shack, checked my watch, and released the balloon. I removed the heavy aluminum cover from my theodolite, took the protective cover off the instrument, and began the morning balloon run. As I did so, I noticed that several of the tall white extraterrestrials were looking at me from around the northeast corner of the Range Three lounge. They were new arrivals and, as usual, had not yet overcome their fear of me.

After a minute or so, the tall white extraterrestrial guard stepped out from behind the Range Three lounge. He walked quickly to the base of the nearby wooden control tower and took up a standing position facing me. He motioned with his right hand to the others, who were still hidden behind the lounge, to come out into the open where he was. There were 15 or so new arrivals. They were all generally about my height 5’10” – 6’0”.

The Tall White extraterrestrials (Nephilim – Annunaki) are all, without exception, sterile clones. To appear intimidating, they are ‘grown’ to 8 feet in length and over (more about that later). Unlike Colonel Philip Corso, Charles Hall did not know that all Nephilim are sterile clones, so Charles calculated their ages from their heights (lengths).

Accordingly, Charles considered Nephilim 8 feet or more long to be ‘adults’. Under 8 feet were ‘young adults’. Under 6 feet were ‘younger adults’ and under 5 feet were ‘children’. A ‘child’s’ age was also calculated according to its height.

All Nephilim are sterile. Nephilim cannot reproduce, thus there is no such thing as a Nephilim child. A clone’s growth can be stopped in the incubator at any stage during or after development and it can be grown quickly or slowly to any length.

Charles Hall, “There were 15 or so new arrivals. They were all young adults (generally about my height 5’10” – 6’0”). They had the usual thin, frail bodies, chalk white skin, washed-out pale blue eyes, and transparent white hair. Like all Tall Whites, their eyes were about twice the size of human eyes and stretched further around the sides of their heads. It was with a great deal of apprehension that most of them stepped out from behind Range Three lounge.

Most formed up into a close knit group, however, a few of them were somewhat braver. They took up carefully selected positions along the base of the control tower. One, braver than the others proceeded as far as the two garbage cans some 100 feet or so northeast of me.

All of the extraterrestrials stood facing me as I continued with my morning balloon run.

Sooner or later, I figured, they would all calm down. Then if the new arrivals wanted to talk to me, they could do so on their terms. This simple plan was part of my plan for living to a nice old age. After all, the Tall White adults always came well armed.

Eventually, the last Tall White adult came out from behind the Range Three lounge building, his greater height indicated that he was older than the new arrivals. His large irises were still washed-out blue, but the whites were now noticeably pink. Most older Tall White males had pink surrounding the irises of their eyes.

Nephilim are nocturnal creatures. The white portion of their eyes (sclera) become pink when the vessels on the surface become enlarged. This results from excess exposure to daylight.

Tall White: “Look at this. They call it wood and they build everything from it!” He pointed to the sagebrush and discussed the differences between sagebrush and wood used as a building material.

Then, without warning, he began walking directly and energetically over towards me. When he was less than 20 feet from me, I became totally intimidated by his presence. Only the theodolite stand and a few feet of graveled desert separated us.

A wave of anxiety swept over me. I grabbed my clipboard, and began backing away from his towards the southwest, until I was standing with my back nearly touching the north wall of the generator shack. There, I decided, I would make my stand.

TO BE CONTINUED (This story is absolutely true.)

Charles James Hall was enlisted in the United States Air Force in 1964 and was stationed in a remote weather hut at Nellis Air Force Base outside Las Vegas, Nevada.

There, he was tasked with observing weather patterns in the Gunnery Mountains in Indian Springs.

In the spring of 1965, the man he would replace as a weather observer took him for a brief tour of the observation huts. The man was noticeably terrified while driving the truck, shaking and refusing to get out of the truck.

Upon returning to the base, the man said that he would never go back and told Hall, “You are on your own.”

Left by himself, isolated in the weather observation huts, Hall began to realize that he was in fact, not on his own.