This 2008 video hadn’t been out too long before it went viral. The thirst for knowledge is so great that all segments of the population are looking for things they can believe in.  So far no one has been able to disprove the video, and perhaps more than the viewer’s desire to believe in this, is the realism that is experienced in the video.  The Grey being interrogated is so close to what someone would think they are: diminutive, breathing beings, without the ability to outwardly communicate through traditional communication.  There is almost a connection with this creature that extends beyond what is readily apparent.

It’s not a matter of believing or not believing, as a majority of this community has already made up their minds as to whether they believe; but whether this situation was handled properly.  What are the origins of the video? Where did it come from? Where did the subject of the video go? Who was the interrogator?  Why was the Grey Alien so harshly treated? Are all Grey Aliens so calm?  Even if it is hoax, it has enough similarity to other accounts, to at least cause one to think about these questions.

What are the origins of the video?  Originally the video was billed as a covert recording made by two men, later arrested for trespassing of some sort.  The video was not in their possession, or not known at the time of their arrests, allegedly.  The video leaked and then became an internet sensation.  It has been talked about often and hosted on many websites, with arguments on both sides of the fence as to whether it is a genuine and real video.

Enhancements (lighting and filtering) to the video made by others who have been looking into the origins show more background and more footage inside the video which lend credibility to its realism.

The CGI industry cannot compete with the level of work done on this video, and what’s most puzzling is the original poster of this video has come out saying he fabricated the video, and has given his other CGI movies as proof that he has the capabilities to do such a thing-perhaps in an effort to get some work in CGI/puppetry for videos.  Case closed right? Wrong. What’s the catch? His ‘other’ work is horrible, not nearly as good quality as the footage in the video.  It simply cannot be matched at this level by some of the leading players in the CGI industry.  The movement and subtle work on the face and upper body of the Grey is too good to be CGI or a combination of CGI and puppetry. He most definitely did not produce this video.

There are numerous videos attempting to debunk this video as a hoax, but none provide a real threat to the authenticity, as they all fall short in convincing the viewer that this is not a real video of a real breathing subject.

Where did the subject of the video go?  If it were faked, surely someone would come forward to claim their spot as the most talented CGI artist in the world and make a name on the merit of this ‘production’.  If it’s real, and there is any truth to the story about the Alien being interrogated in Brazil by Military, then perhaps the little guy simply got disposed of after his useful life was over (providing medical and physiology information to those working with him).  Surely if a government agency were involved, they would not want to have to explain themselves, or deal with the fallout of such an incident, and would try hard to discredit the video and keep the spotlight off of their involvement.

Surely, in a country such as Brazil, more outside government agencies would be involved including the U.S.  It’s interesting to note that the Grey seemed so docile considering that there are mixed stories about the behavior and aggressiveness of Greys.   Of course there are different types of grey aliens, but it seems when faced with at least some aggression by the person talking to it, the creature did not attempt to cause problems.

This creature seemed lost and afraid.  Most viewers don’t really understand the angry tone the man in the video is using seems more like a young man trying to be tough, after he realizes the creature isn’t going to do something (this could also have been used to instill false realism if the video was faked).  There is certainly a realistic tone to the process, and given the back story (which very well could have been fabricated) it seems plausible enough that it wasn’t.

Many people viewing the tape feel surer than any other supposed alien encounter about its realistic portrayal.  It seems certainly to be beyond current technology to produce something of this quality without incredible resources, and even then, it would be incredibly difficult and time consuming, and would probably not have stayed in its current state this long.  Any person who has the type of skill set available to produce a hoax of this quality, would do one of two things by now (almost 3 years after its release): admit to the hoax and try to obtain work for services; or try to produce another hoax and release it to watch more and more viewers be taken in by their scheme.  Neither has happened, and it lends a considerable amount of credibility to the video.

No one has come forward to admit they know anything about the night/people/alien in question either, which just reeks of government involvement as well.

No one has come forward to admit to being part of any type of cover up, which continues to build up the credibility of the video.  Usually within a few years, you begin to see hoaxes unravel, after the perpetrator has had their fun, or some person will come forward due to conscience concerns.  This video seems so real, has every element of intrigue, and leaves so much unanswered: it simply leaves every viewer wanting more.

For those that know aliens exist, it gives hope for some future interaction, hopefully next time it happens, the human contingent uses a bit more responsibility.

Sketch of craft by witness

One can never really know what happened in a given situation, without being there.  Sometimes, perhaps, the event will remain so difficult to understand, that one will never know what happened, even when they took a material role in the situation.

UFO sightings and Alien contact is such a scenario that makes it difficult to understand.  No matter the dearth of proof available.  The audio or video recordings, the character of the witnesses and investigators, and the coordinated accounts of such events by many unrelated parties, cannot ever fully explain a situation which cannot be explained.  One could argue, the human mind is incapable of understanding the capabilities of alien technology, with the current levels of experience and understanding. But to those who have experienced firsthand contact, with multiple parties involved, it would be difficult to convince them, that such a statement is true.

A classic account of contact is laid out in Colonel Halt’s famous ‘Rendlesham Forest Tape’, an audio recording made on December 27 and 28 of 1980 in England.  A much discussed and much dismissed incident has its proponents on both sides of the argument.  In recent years, new information has come to light to show that perhaps the Government agencies of England and the United States did make inquiry and did find evidence that such an event occurred exactly as it was recorded by Colonel Halt.  IN fact, in recently released documents, the energy levels in the area taken within hours of the original by government scientists showed definitively that an occurrence of ‘special’ significance had occurred.

Here 30+ years later, as the tape and the memo to the powers that be, has become widely available, and more and more of the enthusiast community start analyzing the data: truth begins to emerge.

In a day in age, where fear and terror grip the citizens of every major country due to domestic and foreign threats, and at a time when the Government organizations are not afraid to scare the citizens, there is still a tepidness in releasing information surrounding stories like Colonel Halt’s.  It’s important to note that Project blue book, the U.S. Military’s UFO investigation project which started in 1952, ended in 1970.  It was in 1970, that the Government (and all involved agencies) purportedly no longer had the interest or means to investigate UFO occurrences, and would “NEVER investigate” again.

Colonel Halt is a well recognized veteran, with an incredible military record and an almost untouchable character.  He served in the Airforce in multiple campaigns in Vietnam, Japan and Korea, and was, at the time of his experience with UFO’s, a Deputy Base Commander at RAF Bentwaters near Suffolk U.K.  This was not a man who made a living off of hysterics, false information, or irrationality.  He was a battle proven, Government chosen official, responsible for the lives of thousands of Airmen in a country outside of the U.S.: a man of impeccable character and who enjoyed the trust of the U.S. Government at the highest level.

RAF Bentwate

The incident has spawned involvement by major U.K. organizations, and has at the least confirmed something happened which would be of interest to those operating on base, or in the area.

When faced with the ‘Special Task Force’ commentary as follows: "Special Branch officers may have been aware of the incident but would not have shown any interest unless there was evidence of a potential threat to national security. No such interest appears to have been shown."

Former Defense Ministry Chief Lord Hill-Norton quipped: "Either large numbers of people were hallucinating, and for an American Air Force nuclear base this is extremely dangerous, or what they say happened did happen, and in either of those circumstances there can only be one answer, and that is that it was of extreme defence interest."

The story unfolds like this:

After being alerted to a possible landing of a craft in the forest surrounding the base, Halt instructed Jim Penniston and John Burroughs to investigate. Between accounts of the events, it seemed enough was present to make an inquiry.  As such plaster casts of oddly shaped depressions in the ground had been made, readings of the energy levels in the area, and notarized statements have been made in the aftermath.

Halt said of the event: "While in Rendlesham Forest, our security team observed a light that looked like a large eye, red in color, moving through the trees. After a few minutes this object began dripping something that looked like molten metal. A short while later it broke into several smaller, white-colored objects which flew away in all directions. Claims by skeptics that this was merely a sweeping beam from a distant lighthouse are unfounded; we could see the unknown light and the lighthouse simultaneously. The latter was 35 to 40-degrees off where all of this was happening."

In a later notarized statement, Colonel Halt explained:

“I believe the objects that I saw at close quarter were extraterrestrial in origin and that the security services of both the United States and the United Kingdom have attempted – both then and now – to subvert the significance of what occurred at Rendlesham forest and RAF Bentwaters by the use of well-practiced methods of disinformation.”

Of course there is a large amount of ‘information’ attempting to discredit the occurrence, and this story seems to have gained a life of its own.  Regardless of the ‘proof’ from either side:  Colonel Halt is convinced of an occurrence, and Colonel Halt is a man who deserves to be listened to by virtue of his character and commitment to the security of the two countries who patently deny his claims.

Revisiting one of the U.S. Government’s statements in the closing of its ‘Project Blue Book’, the Government stated: “No UFO reported, investigated and evaluated by the Air Force was ever an indication of threat to our national security.”

Assuming this statement has some truth, and there is no threat by these UFO’s, it would be interesting to know what these investigators knew.  To know what this technology is, and to be able to determine that it has no threat value, must mean it has some other value.  To know what these Men and Women know about UFO’s, could open up an incredible new chapter in the search for understanding.

Note: an additional, more comprehensive article on the Rendlesham Incident-1980 is available elsewhere in the www.alieneight.com website.

Matthieu was a lanky soft spoken guy in his mid thirties, older than my normal group of friends, and he had this weird prophet like aura to his personality that neither fit, nor deserved to be discredited.  We didn’t agree on many things at first, but there was always great discussion, so my interest was held.  We decided to go on a trip to a conference in Salt Lake City, Utah in October, where there would be snow, and where we would pick up my Grandmother to attend the conference with us.  We left seven hours later than we expected to, and my Grandmother was worried that we wouldn’t make it on time-she was beginning to feel uneasy about staying all alone in her sister’s house in an unfamiliar city.  It had all the makings for a disappointing reunion with her.

As we moved along at 75 miles an hour, the gas tank to the 2003 GMC Sierra Denali did as it always did and got 325 miles to the tank. We would stop a few places for fuel and food and drinks, and make it there exactly 7 hours late, as we had left, maybe making up a bit of time along the way if the ice and snow was reasonably clear.  The repeated phone calls from my grandmother furthered the chance for disappointment as I promised I was only an hour and a half late, and that I would be there by the time she woke up.  She was really starting to feel uneasy.  The town, Kaysville, had a decent history of paranormal activity and she was beginning to feel very alone in the house.

I let Matthieu drive for a while to catch some sleep and we made it to our gas station stop. The entire trip was more than 900 miles each way and at our speed we were making good time despite our 7 hour tardiness.  The first tank of gas ended just outside of Las Vegas NV, and Matthieu drove from there to Cedar City, UT, about another 175 miles, where he topped off the tank with my credit card.  We were now only 6 hours behind schedule, we had made up an hour. I decided to drive, though tired, from Cedar City to just southwest of Provo stopping outside the city for gas, about 400 miles, and from Provo he would drive.

We were due in Kaysville at 9am, and it was still almost 450 miles away at 5:15 am local time. 4 hours to cover 450 miles was impossible, and I was beginning to cede defeat.  I remember myself nodding off a few times while driving, so I stopped for coffee and candy about 45 minutes after leaving Cedar City.

I topped the tank again.  As I drove Matthieu slept, and I remember many times seeing the bright reflection of the headlights ff of the freeway markers in the middle of the road, but never riding over the center line; never making the noise.

As I came into Provo, Matthieu woke up and the sun was beginning to give a little light on the distant horizon.  He asked why I had driven so far, but I didn’t understand what he was saying, I was so tired, I felt as though I had just woken up, and I knew for certain we hadn’t been driving for very long.  I asked him what he was talking about and then looked at my tank and odometer.  We had traveled 415 miles and only used a third of a tank.  My odometer didn’t register the total on the trip indicator, no record of the miles we had just traveled.  My mind started to race, I looked at the highway sign and realized we were only 15 miles from Provo. My eyes moved to the clock.  It was 6:50 and my clock adjustment had been made when we crossed the Utah border. This was impossible. How did we travel over 400 miles without using the requisite gasoline and in less than two hours?  I asked him to check the floor and console for receipts for gas, and I pulled over to stretch and try to take stock of what was happening.  No receipt in my pocket, no receipt in the car.  In fact he still had my wallet in his pocket from when he filled up last.

The cause of my time loss?

We were both incredibly sleepy, despite his napping for a while, and I could only remember the bright lights shining of the highway reflectors nothing more.  I couldn’t deny that it had happened, but it didn’t make sense.  Before too much more thought occurred we got a call from my grandmother who was now even more eager to get out of the house, she told us she felt as though she was being watched, like she wasn’t alone, she was almost hysterical.  We still had almost 3 hours to go due to snow and ice and the 130+ miles to Kaysville.  It would be an interesting 130 miles, I couldn’t fathom what had just happened to me.  Matthieu, ever the conspiracy theorist and outspoken believer was already talking about the Greys, and time loss, and accelerated movement, and abduction, and telling our story on coast to coast radio show. I just wanted to know how I managed to sleep through so much driving and fill the tank without any money and why I couldn’t stop seeing the bright flashing white lights off of the highway reflectors in my mind.  I had a headache, and I was jittery from the newest infusion of coffee.

We got 4 more calls from Grandma before we arrived in Kaysville exactly at 9:05 am local time some 7 hours faster than we should have arrived.  She was waiting outside, our last conversation so frenzied that I had Matthieu load the HK USP .40 caliber pistol I always carried on long trips-so I could have it to look through the house when I arrived.  We met her at the door, and they went across the street to talk while I looked through closets and cupboards to ensure no one was there.

The split level house had a landing to the right and a staircase directly in front of the entryway leading downstairs.  I locked the door and turned on my cell phone in my pocket in case I needed Matthieu to call Emergency services-he was listening on the other end with his cell phone.  I checked the upstairs area cautiously: first the living room and kitchen, then the back door. Safe, secure, locked: no threats.  My job as a Military and Law Enforcement Gunsmith and custom gun maker gave me more than enough insight into standard procedures to clear a house, but my nerves were not agreeing with me.  Downstairs I was slow going, checking right to the hallway then entering left to the first bedroom to clear it, every few heartbeats, checking behind me up the stairs and in the bottom landing for an ambush.  Something dark behind the shower curtain in bathroom 1 startled me and I was sure I had found someone, but it was simply a long dark colored beach towel hanging inside from the shower head.  I moved back through to the hallway, but heard scratching, and got scared. The closet I had forgotten to check was the source of the noise, but there was nothing behind the door when I slid it open.

I was uneasy.  As I entered the last room ad bathroom to find nothing, my uneasiness remained, but why? There was no one here.  I noticed a plywood board over the wall to my left and wondered what its purpose was.  Again came the scratching, I moved quickly into the other room to check the closet, but nothing.  I decided to check once ore in the final room and found nothing.  As I went to go back out to the stairs something yellow caught my eye.  In the middle of the plywood was a different shade of color. I crouched down, gun in hand from 3 feet away to look closer. Three seconds later it blinked.  I almost died of fear.  My heart skipped a couple beats, and I got a cold sweat.  I went closer, but cautiously, as I didn’t know what I was about to encounter.  I looked through the 1 and a half inch hole to see an old man walking away slowly.  He had a dog with him, but the eye was like a reptile, the elongated vertical iris and yellow: aggressive looking.  I ran upstairs to intercept him in the back yard, but when I got up it was too late.  Somehow in the 6 seconds it took me to get upstairs he had covered the ¾ acre distance with his dog and he had vanished.

After three seconds it blinked.

My Grandmother was safe, so I was happy, to a certain extent.  Exhausted, confused, but happy.

I can’t explain the time loss, the reptilian eye, or the blinking lights to this day that still haunt me.  Matthieu presented our story, complete with receipts and cell phone pictures and bank and credit card statements on Coast to Coast AM, but we never got any real answers.  Deep inside, we know what the truth is, and no matter how skeptical people are, we believe.

From our new writer at Alieneight: Ben Worthen

I remember when I was younger (9-10 years old) just starting to form my opinions of things like Alien existence.  Oddly drawn to all things which were unknown and unproven, yet, fearful, as though I knew it was real.

Watching shows like “Unsolved Mysteries”, and then later the “X-files”, and as I moved into adulthood, seeing documentaries of Roswell, reading books which included the Christopher Columbus Unidentified Submerged Object account during his voyage to the Americas. These experiences ignited within me a desire to know the truth.

As life followed, I found it increasingly difficult to spend time reading about aliens, and connecting the dots so to speak.  I fell into crowds where believing in aliens might well alienate me from my “friends”. I became heavily involved in discussions which felt taboo, but only every once in a long while.  The fanaticism with which Alien believers portrayed their beliefs was off-putting to me. My religious upbringing kept me from going too far away from the accepted beliefs of my church.  I still had a desire to find out the truth, but my belief was trending towards that of a non-believer.  After all, the only fascinating stories of alien encounters were unsubstantiated frenzied stories from uneducated hillbillies in back country areas of poor regions around the world.  The descriptions of “aliens” were so varied and different that it was hard to take them seriously.  Yes there were nagging bits of information that left the imagination to run wild, but nothing was concrete enough to prove anything.

The brain is a powerful thing.  It can perhaps dream up ideas of what we want to see, and “make” us see those things.  We could be fooled perhaps by our views of what was interesting, or of what we fear.  Did I just see a ghost? Did I just feel something behind me in this dark house?  Was that light in the sky that just disappeared, a UFO?  Why can’t I remember what happened on that long stretch of highway?  Does all the military secrecy mean that there are UFO’s at Area 51?  What about the stories I hear?

I dismissed the idea as something too farfetched to be reality.

And then it happened.  Over the course of four months time, I had what I believe to be, at minimum 12 separate alien encounters between myself and several other friends.  I had seen what all those uneducated, back woods “liars” had seen.  The “fire in the sky”, the “Greys”, the “reptilians”, and I KNEW that what I was seeing was not fake.  It was not staged.  It was NOT a figment of my imagination. I was not the only person involved.  I was from an upper middle class neighborhood in Southern California, I didn’t even know any rednecks, and I couldn’t possibly be convinced that what had happened to me was not real.

I was no longer a skeptic.  In fact, the only thing to this day that I am skeptical about is whether or not to share my experiences.  Would people believe me? Would I continue to believe myself when faced with retelling of these events?  Would I be able to maintain my position in my career, my life, and also tell people with the conviction that I have, that Aliens exist?  Would I alienate myself from the other parts of my life and lifestyle?

With regards to Aliens, the fear I have is more of respect than anything.  I cannot say I am not scared of the things I have seen or experienced, but I don’t feel helpless.  I have seen enough to never question it, but only enough to pique my interest.  I have experienced enough to scare me, but only enough to make me want to find out more.

I don’t have an abduction story.  I have never been probed.  I have never been violated by an alien life form on a ship somewhere. I don’t think I have at least, but somewhere inside me, I know that there is hidden within my defense mechanisms and the deep crevasses of my mind and memory, more than what I now know. Somewhere inside me, part of my stories that I do decide to tell, aren’t complete.  Like I can’t remember, or it’s too tough to talk about.

I have experienced time loss (dramatically so, provable by timestamps, travel records, gas receipts, and mileage readings), I have seen things I cannot explain like shape shifting, and I have come face to face with multiple types of aliens. Or at least that’s what I believe.

I want to share these experiences with you so you can take from it, what truth you want to believe, and leave behind those things you may feel are too fantastical to believe…