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Volume 10
Number 8
February 23, 2005

Editor: Joseph Trainor

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On Sunday, February 13, 2005, at 1 a.m., eyewitness Sue Hatfield reported, "I was lying down in bed, watching TV. The TV is near the window. I looked out the window and saw a very bright light in the shape of a rounded-off teardrop," hovering over her neighborhood in Sacramento, California (population 407,108).

"As I was lying down in bed, it went from the top of my window to the bottom of my window. It was coming straight down from the sky. I can't tell how far away it was. But it seemed large, about the size of my fist if I was holding it up to the night sky. I saw it for several seconds only."

"I would have to agree that it was over Sacramento-- sort of an egg shape and brightly lit."

Sacramento, California's state capital, is on Interstate Highways I-5 and I-89, approximately 91 miles (145 kilometers) northeast of San Francisco.

On Wednesday, February 16, 2005, at 6:55 p.m., Maggie Lind wrote, "My brother asked me to report this sighting. He doesn't have Internet access. He said it came over a hill out in the desert" in Borrego Springs, Cal. (population 2,535).

The UFO "was a large, tirangular-shaped craft, larger than a (Boeing) 747 airplane. It was low in the sky. It had red pulsating lights on each point (corner) of the triangle. It was silent and slow moving. Color not known as it was dark and it was a silhouette against a gray and darkening sky. Flying lower than a helicopter and slow moving."

"Eighteen minutes after he saw this craft, he reported that a helicopter was flying around in the area where the UFO was seen."

Borrego Springs, Cal. is on Highway 522 about 30 miles (48 kilometers) northeast of San Diego. (Email Form Reports)


On Sunday, February 6, 2005, at 5:30 p.m., Gary W. Grimes reported, "I was lying by the Diamondhead pool at the Ilikai Hotel," at 1777 Ala Moana Boulevard, in the Waikiki section of Honolulu, the state capital of Hawaii, "and noticed what appeared to be a bright shining object or planet, which I found odd because the sun was shining brightly. I saw it was motionless when I first saw it. After a few minutes, the light began moving very slowly westward. At this time, I became very disconcerted."

"I went to the pool attendant to tell him about the object, which he saw and confirmed my witness."

"I stood side by side with another witness as we watched the bright object make a slow, deliberate arc from west to northeast. A cloud passed by, and afterward I could no longer see it."

"I was amazed. I am a rational skeptic, but no one opined a plausible explanation for this phenomenon. What it wasn't--not a balloon, satellite, planet, star, plane, helicopter, meteor nor hallucination. What it was...a UFO."

"Interesting aside--some people were not as enthralled as I was. A day later, I had dreams of UFOs. My first UFO and I feel blessed in a strange way to witness the unexplainable."

Gary estimated that the daylight disc was "30,000 to 50,000 feet (9,000 to 15,000 meters) up and moving at 100 miles per hour (160 kilometers per hour)."

He added that a friend in Honolulu also "said she saw it from her lanai (porch)."

(Many thanks to Canadian ufologist Brian Vike for this report.)


The alien big cats (known as phantom panthers in the USA--J.T.) are active again in UK, with new sightings from Scotland to Shrewsbury.

On Monday, February 7, 2005, "a retired nurse and his wife spotted a large, black, panther-like animal at a distance of 400 yards (360 meters) just off the (motorway) M6 in Cumbria. He says it was larger than an Alsatian dog and moved in a lithe and undulating fashion. The animal was visible for 15 minutes, sniffing around, after which the animal looked at him and his wife and moved away."

On Monday, January 31, 2005, "a taxi driver from East Lothian, Scotland spotted a black panther-like animal crossing the road in front of his car at 6:35 p.m.
He said it was between 2 and 3 feet (0.6 to 0.9 meters) high and 8 feet (2.4 meters) long, including tail. At the time, he had a fare-paying passenger in the taxi who worked in a zoo and claimed to be 100 percent certain it was a big cat. The creature had greenish-yellow eyes glowing in the (cab's) headlights, which looked at him as he passed."

On Monday, January 10, 2005, "a large, black panther- like cat was seen on the prowl in Telford," Shropshire, UK. "The man, who did not want to be named, spied the cat as he drove home from work at about 8:30 p.m. The cat was running up the embankment towards the town centre as the man drove down the slip road to get to Junction 5 of the (motorway) M54 in the Shrewsbury direction. This latest sighting comes three months after two sightings of a black cat in nearby Town Park and six months after the sighting in Ketley." (See the Shropshire Star for January 11, 2005, "Big cat on prowl in town." Many thanks to Robert Fischer, UFO Roundup's phantom panther expert, for these news reports.)


On Monday, February 7, 2005, "Phazar Corp. announced that Antenna Products Corp. in Mineral Wells, Texas (population 16,946), a wholly-owned subsidiary, was recently awarded a $3,723,531 fixed-price subcontract from BAE Systems ATI for the production of 270 low-band antenna matching-unit assemblies and 346 high-band antenna matching-unit assemblies."

"This equipment will be manufactured at the Antenna Products Corp. plant in Mineral Wells, Tex., and production is scheduled to begin in June 2005 and continue monthly through September 2005."

"The equipment will be shipped to the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) site near Gokona, Alaska, the site of the recently-completed installation of an array of 132 crossed dipole antennae built and installed by Antenna Products Corp. in 2004."

The proposed construction will triple the size of the present top-secret HAARP array, which is operated by the U.S. Defense Department for purposes that are still highly classified. HAARP critics claim that the installation is being used for a number of covert operations, such as anti-UFO activities, weather modification and mass population mind control. (See Business Wire for February 7, 2005. Many thanks to "Sourdough Pete and Cheechako" for this news story.)


"A man who opened fire in a crowded shopping mall" in Kingston, New York (population 23,456) "with an assault rifle, wounding two people, seemed to have a 'lurid fascination' with the Columbine High School bloodbath, a prosecutor said Monday," February 14, 2005.

"Shoppers were sent scrambling for safety Sunday," February 13, 2005, "after shots were fired in the Hudson Valley Mall. The shooter gave up after he ran out of ammunition and mall employees tackled him."

"Robert Bonelli Jr., 24, was jailed without bail on charges of assault and reckless endangerment. He could get 25 years in prison if convicted."

"A mall worker, Keith Lazarchik, said Monday that he made a 'split-second decision' to follow the gunman."

"'People were just running out of the stores, ducking behind anything they could find--screaming, kids were screaming, everybody running,' Lazarchik told ABC's Good Morning, America. 'I didn't approach him right away,' he said, 'I just followed him. I was creeping up behind him as he was walking down the mall shooting.'"

"When the gunman ran out of ammunition and dropped his assault rifle, Lazarchik lunged for the gun, and two of his co-workers tackled the gunman."

"'He was standing there with his hands in the air, and we just grabbed him and sat on him until police came,' said Phil Dudek, a co-worker."

"Lazarchik said he did not know the gunman had run out of ammunition when he dropped his weapon."

"One of the victims was Thomas Haire, a 20-year-old National Guardsman. He was assigned to a recruiting booth in the mall when he was critically wounded."

"A second man was not seriously hurt. Two other people had bullet holes in the legs of their pants."

"Police searched Bonelli's room in nearby Saugerties, N.Y. (population 4,995) that night. They found a cache of 'Columbine memoribilia,' District Attorney Donald Williams told the Associated Press."

"The prosecutor would not give details on the items found in the house Bonelli shares with his father. But he said they included news accounts and other information about the (April 20, 1999) shooting spree by two students," Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, "that left 15 dead in 1999."

"'Information is being gathered that would demonstrate that the defendant had a lurid fascination with the April 1999 shooting,' Williams said."

"Bonelli's father told Albany TV crews: 'I do believe deep inside there's a good person crying out for help.'" (See USA Today for February 15, 2005, "Official: Shooter fascinated with Columbine events," page 3A.)

(Editor's Comment: I used to worry about Al-Qaeda. But now, I can't help wondering if this will be the year some wackadoo decides to show up on the red carpet, guns blazing, at the Oscars.)


In the wake of southeastern Australia's devastating summer storm two weeks ago, hundreds of deadly poisonous spiders are invading homes in the states of Queensland and New South Wales.

"Australians have been warned; angry arachnids are heading indoors."

"Scientists say Australia's hot, humid and wet summer has had a bad effect on the common but potentially deadly redback spider."

"Normally found in outdoor sheds, gardens and under roofs, the cantankerous creepy-crwalies are seeking shelter indoors in tropical Queensland and New South Wales, two of Australia's biggest states."

"'There has been rain and winds which push falling leaves into the rooftop gutters, destroying their webs. That leaves them no other option but to come into the house,' said Queensland Museum arachnologist Robert Raven."

"Bites have been recorded at a rate of one a day, he said."

"A female redback's bite usually results in sweating and pain, which slowly build to the point of being unbearable."

"No deaths from redback bites have been reported in Queensland since the introduction of an anti-venom."

"The redback is one of the most common of Australia's seemingly endless supply of poisonous pests. A distant cousin to the American black widow, it is distinguished by a red stripe on the shiny black, thumbnail-sized body of the larger female."

"Scientists describe the redback's existence as 'amoral' because of their unique nasty behavior in which males give themselves up to the deadly female to be killed and eaten after mating."

"'It's all about foreplay. If he doesn't have the moves, she's not going to be interested,' said Sydney Taronga Zoo supervisor Warrick Angus, who said he kept a redback as a pet." (See the Australian newspaper Herald- Sun for February 14, 2005. Many thanks to Nathan Lockhart for this newspaper article.)


"After decades of willful amnesia, Italy is turning its attention to the thousands of Italians who were massacred by Yugoslav partisans and dumped into mountain crevices at the end of World War II."

"The killings occurred in and around Trieste, in the north, when, in 1943 and 1945, Communist partisans from neighboring Yugoslavia rounded up Italians in anti-Fascist raids and condemned them to execution by firing squads. Between 5,000 and 15,000 people were shot and dropped into the pits of the Corso mountain range. Some were alive when they were forced into the ditches."

(Editor's Note: When Yugoslavia broke up in the early 1990s, Trieste became part of the new country of Slovenia.)

"'If we look back at the Twentieth Century, we see pages of history that we wish we could forget,' (Italian) Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi said Wednesday," February 8, 2005. 'But we cannot forget, and we do not want to forget.'"

"For 60 years, however, Italy did seem to forget, and whether reviving the subject now is a good idea has been a subject of debate."

"Many in the Italian left chose to overlook the massacre because it was an embarrassing stain on the reputation of Communist partisans whom they cast as heroes, liberating the country from fascism."

"Western Allies were reluctant to investigate the killings after Yugoslavia broke with the Soviet Union in 1948."

"Perhaps most significant, Italy wanted to get on with reconstruction and reconciliation after a disastrous war."

"On Thursday," February 9, 2005, "flags flew at half- staff, and Parliament observed a moment of silence for the first 'day of memory,' commemorating the tragedy. Earlier in the week, a film depicting the atrocities was aired on Italy's RAI government-owned television."

"More than 10 million Italians watched the film A Heart in the Pit."

"Not everyone has appreciated the attention to the massacres."

"When the Slovenian Foreign Minister, Ivo Vajgl, heard last year that the RAI film was planned, he dismissed it as 'an offense and a provocation.'"

"The Italian association against Fascism and Nazism, Promemoria, protested in front of the Trieste offices of RAI this week, dismissing the film as fascist propaganda."

"Some critics in the extreme left have argued that the brutality of Benito Mussolini, who took control of Trieste and the Istrian Peninsula after World War I and violently forced the 'Italianization' of the region, prompted the revenge killings."

"But some of Italy's most prominent left-wing politicians condemned the silence after the massacre." (See the New York Times for February 15, 2005, "Italy commemorates thousands killed in massacre.")


"Vatican archaeologists are preparing to announce that they have positively identified the tomb of St. Paul the Apostle."

"Giorgio Philippi, a specialist with the Vatican Museum, said a sarcophagus that might still contain the apostle's remains were identified in the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls in Rome, reported (the newspaper) Catholic World News."

Born in Tarsus, the saint was originally named Saul and was an Orthodox rabbi. Following the assassination of St. Stephen, which he witnessed, Saul became the chief agent of the Sanhedrin's "Reign of Terror" in Jerusalem of 40 A.D. Saul went from house to house, arresting Christians and dragging them off to prison in chains. While traveling to Damascus (now the capital of Syria-- J.T.), he was struck blind by a mysterious flash of light, converted to Christianity, changed his name to Paul and eventually became the leading evangelist of the early Christian church. (For more, see Acts of the Apostles 8:1-3 and 9:1-31.)

According to Catholic World News, "the sarcophagus was discovered during excavations in 2002 and 2003 around the basilica in south Rome."

"Catholic World News said, 'The tomb that we have discovered is the one the popes and Emperor Theodosius (who reigned from 379 to 395 A.D.) saved and protected so the whole world could visit the tomb of the apostle.'"

"The excavation was conducted after the administrator of St. Paul's Basilica, Archbishop Francesco Goia, revealed inquiries about the location of St. Paul's tomb for thousands of pilgrims visiting during the Jubilee Year of 2000."

"An initial survey of the basilica enabled archaeologists to reconstruct the Fourth Century building's original shape. The Vatican team found the sarcophagus during a search excavation under the basilica's main altar. Under the altar, a marble plaque was visible dating from the Fourth Century, bearing the inscription, 'Apostle Paul, martyr.'"

"Surprisingly, said Philippi, nobody ever thought to look behind the plaque, which is where the Vatican team found the sarcophagus."

"Filippi said the tomb should not be opened merely to satisfy curiosity as to whether Paul's remains were still there. He has no doubt, however, Paul was buried on the site 'because the basilica was the object of pilgrimage by emperors--people from all over the world came to venerate him, having felt that he was present here in the basilica.'"

"The Bible does not say how Paul died. Many scholars believe he was beheaded in Rome about 65 A.D. during the reign of Emperor Nero." (See WorldNet Daily for February 18, 2005. Many thanks to Mary Lou Jones-Drown for this news article.)

(Editor's Comment: This week has been a bonanza for archaeologists in Rome. See what else they found in the next story.)


"Legend has it that Rome was founded in 753 B.C. by Romulus and Remus, the twin sons of Mars, the god of war, who were suckled as infants by a she-wolf in the woods."

"Archaeologists believe they have found evidence that at least part of that tale may be true. Traces of a royal palace discovered in the Roman Forum have been dated to about the period of the eternal city's legendary foundation."

"The discovery, made over the last month, is located at the spot where the Temple of Romulus stands today." This "royal palace in the Roman Forum dates to the same Eighth Century B.C. period."

"Where previous archaeologists had only found huts dating back to the Eighth Century B.C., researchers now say they have unearthed traces of regal splendor: a 3,700- square-foot palace with elaborate furnishings and ceramics."

"The residence, with its 'absolutely extraordinary dimensions could be nothing other than the royal palace,' says researcher Andrea Carandini of Rome's Sapenzia University."

Approximately "1,130 of the palace were covered, and the rest courtyard. It is next to the Sanctuary of Vesta- -the Roman goddess of the hearth--just outside the Palatine walls, site of the earliest traces of civilization in Rome."

(Editor's Note: Italy was invaded in 1,200 B.C. by the Rasenna, a barbarian horde whose descendants became the Etruscans. The Rasenna overthrew the existing indigenous civilization and destroyed its capital, Saturnia. Aeneas and refugees from the city of Troy, which had been burned down by the Greeks, settled among Saturnia's ruins decades later. Four hundred years after that, in 753 B.C., Romulus and Remus united the Latium tribes of central Italy and founded Rome. Strange artifacts from the lost city of Saturnia have been popping up for centuries. See UFO Roundup, volume 3, number 13, "Anomalous painting found beneath Roman ruins," page 7.)

Dr. Carandini, "a professor of archaeology at Rome's Sapienza University, who has been conducting excavations at the Forum for more than 20 years, said he made the discovery over the past month at the spot where the Temple of Romulus stands." (See the Duluth, Minn. News-Tribune for February 15, 2005, "Ruins might support tale of Rome's founding," page 3A; and USA Today for February 15, 2005, "Ruins may support Rome's origin myth," page 4D.)

(Editor's Comment: And speaking of Saturn...)


"That's no moon. It's a space station. Actually, it's Saturn's satellite, Mimas, which bears an uncanny resemblance to the Death Star, the planet-destroying space station in the (1977) film Star Wars."

"Scientists at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California have released a new image of Mimas, which was snapped by the Cassini spacecraft in orbit around the ringed planet," Saturn.

"Mimas is one of the innermost moons of Saturn. Its most prominent feature is a giant crater some 6 miles (10 kilometers) deep and 80 miles (125 kilometers) across, covering about a third of the moon's diameter, probably caused by an enormous asteroid impact."

"Traces of fracture marks can be seen on the opposite side" of Mimas. "If the asteroid had been bigger or faster, the moon probably would have split in two."

"At the centre of the crater is a central mountain about as high as Mount Everest. It was also formed by the asteroid impact which pulverised and molten material rebounded upwards like a splashing water droplet."

"The moon's surface is icy and heavily cratered. Far from the warmth of the sun, it has a temperature about minus 200 Celsius, and scientists think its low density means it consists mostly of ice."

"Most of the craters on Mimas are named after characters in Camelot, but the biggest was christened Herschel after Sir William Herschel (1738-1822), who discovered Mimas in 1789, the planet Uranus in 1781 and invented the word asteroid."

In Greek mythology, Mimas was a Titan or giant who was slain by the hero Hercules.

"Mimas's similarity to the Death Star was first noticed when the twin Voyager spacecraft flew past Saturn in 1980 and 1981."

"The new picture was taken (Sunday) January 16, 2005 while Cassini was about 132,000 miles (151,200 kilometers) away from Saturn."

In other Saturn news, the Hubble Space Telescope has picked up images of a bright Aurora australis over Saturn's south polar region.

"Saturn's auroras vary wildly and unexpectedly last for days, space scientists report."

"The surprising findings, based on data from NASA's Cassini spacecraft and the Hubble Space Telescope, appear in today's Nature (Thursday, February 17, 2005)."

"On Earth, auroras are known as Northern Lights, triggered by the sun's solar wind striking the Earth's upper atmosphere."

"On Saturn, solar wind also triggers auroras, the scientists say. But unlike Earth's, they shrink as they grow stronger and often form spiral shapes."

"Planetary scientists hope understanding Saturn's auroras will reveal how the planet's hidden inner core is built." (See The Guardian for February 15, 2005, "Saturn's moon is the double of Star Wars space station," and USA Today for February 17, 2005, "Saturn's auroras intrigue scientists," page 9D. Many thanks to Steve Wilson Sr. for these newspaper articles.)


"An earthquake measuring 6.9 on the Richter scale struck the Sulawesi region in eastern Indonesia on Saturday," February 19, 2005, "at about 8 a.m., causing panic in beachfront areas of nearby islands. Refugees fled to high ground, fearing a tsunami like the one that followed the big earthquake of December 26, 2004."

"The Meteorological and Geological Agency of Indonesia, based in Jakarta (the national capital--J.T.) said the tremor was sufficiently strong to cause deaths resulting from a tsunami but added that no information or news of victims had yet been received."

"'A tsunami is a probable situation,' said Rachmat Triono, a representative of the agency, who added that the earthquake's epicenter was 70 kilometers (42 miles) southeast of the island of Palau Buton. The earth movement took place 33 kilometers (20 miles) beneath the bottom of the Flores Sea."

"Around the island of Palau Buton, the sea rose 3 to 4 meters (10 to 13 feet), but it is not known if waves inundated the island."

The tremor was felt at Palangkaraya, on the island of Borneo, 500 kilometers (300 miles) northwest of Palau Buton. "The Wild Man of Borneo," a longtime UFO Roundup reader and contributor, reported, "I felt the tremor, which lasted for a good two minutes, and I thought, Here we go again, dude!"

"Later in the day, I turned on my SONY ICF-4920 pocket radio and scanned the short-wave band," he added, "I picked up Radio Shinta. The announcer said on one part of Buton, women and crying children fled to some old palace up on the mountain. They were trying to get out of the danger zone."

"I was talking to some people Sunday, and one of them told me about this weird dude in California who predicted that earth changes would turn the Indian Ocean into a new continent. Have you ever heard anything about that?"

(Editor's Comment: I think Wild Man is talking about Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961) A member of the Lovecraft Circle, Smith lived most of his life in Auburn, California. He was a jack of all trades--novelist, poet, artist and clairvoyant. At the end of his life, he was doing weird paintings--landscapes of the moons of Saturn. In 1937, he wrote "The Garden of Adompha" about a future continent called Zothique.
This continent included India, Pakistan, Iran, Tibet, southern China, the countries of Southeast Asia, Madagascar, Indonesia, Australia, New Zealand, the Philippines and the South Pacific islands as far east as the Tuamotus, plus dry land where the Indian Ocean and the other seas used to be. The bad news is, Smith predicted, everything else is going to sink beneath the waves-- Europe, Africa, Russia and Siberia, Japan and Korea, and the Americas. No time prediction on this "ultimate disaster," though.)

'Agency official Budi Sulistiono said the earthquake was centered 65 kilometers (40 miles) west of Bau Bau, a town in southwestern Sulawesi." (See the Malaysian newspaper The Star for February 20, 2005. Many thanks to Achmed Zabidin and "the Wild Man of Borneo, Sarawak's favorite party animal" for this report.)


Torrential rains and catastrophic floods caused havoc in Pakistan, Venezuela and Greece last week.

"A week of torrential rain and heavy snow in Pakistan has left more than 500 people dead, including dozens buried under avalanches and more killed when a dam burst, an official said Tuesday," February 15, 2005.

"Snow and landslides blocked roads to hard-hit areas and hampered relief efforts in Pakistan's northwest, where 260 people were killed, Relief Commissioner Ghulam Farooq said."

"Storms have destroyed 2,400 homes, damaged 3,700 more and killed hundreds of livestock. The provincial government has released $1 million for district authorities to buy relief supplies."

"Meanwhile, relief efforts continued in southwestern Baluchistan province, where thousands of (Pakistani) troops have been mobilized to help displaced villagers" made homeless by the collapse of two dams, "and the United Nations has pledged $100,000 for food, shelter and water."

In South America, "rivers of mud, rocks and uprooted trees scarred the landscape in a mountain valley" near Tovar, Venezuela "where dozens of people were missing Monday," February 14, 2005, "after devastating floods and landslides, the latest victims from torrential rains across Venezuela and Colombia that have killed at least 86 people."

"At least 53 Venezuelans have been killed in a week of floods and landslides that have destroyed the homes of more than 21,000 people from the Caribbean coast to the southwestern (Andes) mountains, officials said."

"At least 33 were reported killed in neighboring Colombia, and there some 25,000 people were forced from their homes."

"At least 50 people were listed as missing, but the true number could be much higher because floodwaters and mud have prevented emergency workers from reaching some buses that were swept away in Santa Cruz de Mora, Army Colonel Humberto Arellano said."

In Greece, a sudden thaw, accompanied by heavy rains, created a catastrophic flood in the Evros River valley. The river forms the boundary of Greece, Turkey and Bulgaria.

On Friday, February 18, 2005, the Evros River reached a height of 6 meters (20 feet) above flood stage. Barns and farmhouses from Souflion to Alexandroupolis were flooded up to their rooftops. Amphibious tanks and armored personnel carriers of the Greek Army's 12th Motorised Regiment were sent into the valley to rescue the civilian population and bring them to high ground.

In the USA, "powerful thunderstorms hammered already saturated southern California on Saturday," February 19, 2005, "with soaking rain and hail, flooding roads and homes, knocking out power to thousands of customers and raising the threat of mudslides."

"La Conchita, the coastal hamlet where 10 people were killed by a huge landslide last month (January 2005), was a ghost town after the U.S. Geological Survey warned that none of the roughly 150 remaining homes could be considered safe."

"The storm knocked out power to thousands of customers in the area, according to Southern California

Edison and the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power."

"The Red Cross opened an emergency shelter in Long Beach, where residents had to evacuate seven homes because of flooding, spokeswoman Margaret Madonna said."

"The weekend storm dumped another two feet (60 centimeters) of snow at higher elevations of the Sierra Nevada mountains, adding to an already impressive snowpack." (See the Duluth, Minn. News-Tribune for February 15, 2005, "At least 86 killed in floods," page 2A; for February 16, 2005, "Rains leave hundreds dead," page 2A; and for February 20, 2005, "Storms batter state," page 2A; also BBC World News for February 18, 2005.)


"During the early morning hours of Sunday, February 20, 2005, I had another crisp, realistic and frightening precognitive dream," UFO Roundup editor Joseph Trainor reported, "I think it's warning us about tornadoes touching down in southern California in the not-too- distant future."

"In the dream, I found myself walking along a deserted country road. I had no idea where I was. I had a vague feeling I was somewhere in the USA's Southwest. Not too many trees and a lot of tall brown grass. The sky was overcast, gray and threatening. It was just starting to rain."

"Just then, a black SUV pulled up alongside me. Two people were in the front seat, a man and a woman. The driver said, 'We're on our way into town. You need a ride?'"

"'I'd appreciate it,' I said, and got into the back seat."

"Nick, the driver, was about 30, with sandy blond hair and a goatee. His wife, Sara, was a few years younger. They said they lived further down Gilman Springs Road, which, of course, I had never heard of. We talked for a little bit, and Sara chided me for 'not bringing along your raincoat on a day like this.'"

"'It's back home,' I said. True enough!"

"Then we came to a major highway. The overpass sign said Moreno Valley, again a name that meant nothing to me. No sooner were we on the highway than a torrential downpour engulfed the SUV. Nick turned the windshield wipers up to high speed, but even then the wipers couldn't keep the windshield clear for more than a couple of seconds. He slowed down at once. Traffic was pretty light on this major highway. We were going into a city--a rather new city, first the suburbs with an occasional tall building, and then taller buildings all dating from the 1970s or so."

"The rain began to let up. Looking through the front windshield, I saw ominous dark gray thunderclouds low on the horizon. They made the light-colored tall buildings really stand out. Then it happened. A slender tornado funnel snaked down from the overcast, touching down on the left side of the highway. Then another funnel came down-- an F2 on the Fujikawa scale, I'd guess. Then two more behind that one. That second one slammed into the side of a 10-story building, tearing away steel and concrete."

"'Oh, my God!' Nick yelled.

"'We've got to get off the freeway!' Sara cried.

"I put my two cents in. 'No! Keep going! We missed the exit!'"

"Two seconds later, another F2 funnel landed on the centerline. My heart almost stopped. Oh, man, did I call that one wrong! I thought. And then, by some miracle, the funnel left the ground, passing right over our SUV, giving me an awesome up-the-funnel view of the vortex, with lightning bolts zapping from side to side."

"We were almost downtown. Debris began pelting our vehicle. Then a larger tornado with a darker funnel, kicking up tons of dust and debris moved onto the highway from the right--and stayed there."

"Nick jumped on the brake. With a hideous screech of tires, the SUV skidded to a stop, its front bumper almost scraping the asphalt. We sat there, the SUV buffeted by high winds, sandblasted by the dust. Nick hollered, 'Hang on!'"

"The tornado--an F3, I'd say--started coming toward us. It was about half a mile away. Gripping a hanging strap, I stared at it in horror, thinking, C'mon! Lift! And it just kept coming. Well, this is it, I thought. But I was wrong. As soon as the tornado got within a quarter-mile of us, the funnel left the ground as delicately as a balloon and veered off to the left. Our vehicle rocked in a miniature sandstorm."

"It took a couple of tries before Nick got the engine started again. Then we got off the highway, hung a right and drove into the Moreno Valley Plaza. Sara stayed with the van. Nick and I went into the mall to see what was going on. People were locking up their stores and clearing out."

"Nick turned to me. 'Are you going to be okay? We've got to get back home. See what happened to our house.'"

"'Go! Go! I'll be fine,' I said, "I can find my way home from here.'"

"Brave words. I still had no idea where Moreno Valley was or where I was. With the mall closing down, I took a left and started walking down the main avenue. It started raining again, and I took refuge beneath the highway overpass. When it let up, I walked a block to the intersection. The sign told me I'd been walking on Hancock Street, and I'd just come to Ironwood Avenue."

"The familiar name (Ironwood is a city in Michigan's Upper Peninsula--J.T.) sort of resonated with me, and, all of a sudden, I realized this was a dream, and I knew I was dreaming. I recognized it as a precognitive dream. This is the future, I thought. Which irritated me a little. Whenever I have one of these precog dreams, I never get any background preparation. I just get dumped into the situation and have to wing it from there."

"Two orders of business. First, find some shelter. The sky was getting darker, almost as dark as night, and threatening another downpour. Second, find out wherever this Moreno Valley is. Looking across the avenue, I saw three green buses parked about 100 yards (90 meters) away. I figured a bus driver could tell me where I was and started crossing the avenue."

"Two of the buses pulled away before I got there. I saw the third driver coming out of a Rexall drugstore and hailed him. Boarding the bus, he said, 'I'm running late, bud. Hop on.'"

"As I reached the doorway, he said, 'Hold it. Where's your token?'"

"'Got my bus pass right here.' And I pulled out my wallet and showed it to him.

"Duluth!?" He made a face. "That's no good here."

"Idiot! What was I thinking? I grabbed a dollar bill. 'I can pay for a ride.'"

"'Forget it! No token, no ride.' He closed the bus door in my face. 'Get lost!'"

"As the bus pulled away, I walked a short distance down Ironwood Ave. The western sky was getting more threatening by the minute. I came to a small cinderblock market. Carts blocked the doorway, and I pulled them back. A black-haired man in a grocer's white apron came over and said, 'What do you think you're doing?'"

"'You the manager? Fine! Come with me.' I led him around the market's corner and pointed out the blackening western sky. 'That's a squall line.' I pointed out three tornadoes writhing their way through the neighboring city. Lightning flashes lit up their funnels. 'You have three tornadoes,' I told him, 'There, there and there. Either F3 or F4 on the scale, and they're coming right this way. They'll be here in just a few minutes.'"

"The store manager went white. 'Omigawd!'"

"Pushing him back toward the entrance, I said, 'Tell your employees to head for the cellar.'"

"'We don't have a cellar!' he yelled."

"'Everybody, please--get inside.' I tried to remember everything Nancy Christiansen had told me about a tornado. Nancy grew up in farm country in southern Minnesota, and she really knew the drill. Turning to the manager, I said, 'Do you have a room in here with four solid walls and no windows?'"

"'The break room,' said one of the cashiers."

"'Let's go.' I ushered the employees back inside, one after the other, then followed them to a room with four cinderblock walls, tables and chairs, a color TV and a punch-in timeclock on the wall. 'Please! Get down on the floor. It's our only chance.'"

"And then I woke up. The last thing I remember before waking was a voice saying, "A bad tornado season." Then I realized I'd been asleep, rolled over and looked at the digital clock. 4:50 a.m. I grabbed my notebook and scribbled a few notes. Then I tossed it aside and went back to sleep."

"Later Sunday morning, after breakfast, I thought about the dream. Where was Moreno Valley? I dug out my Rand McNally Road Atlas 2002 and decided to check the states of our Southwest. Arizona? Nope--nothing. California? Ahhhh, here we are--Moreno Valley, population 142,381. Check the map. There it is...about 10 miles (16 kilometers) south of San Bernardino."

"Taking out my magnifying glass, I scanned the map more closely. My God, it was all there. Gilman Springs Road, where Nick and Sara picked me up. Highway 60, the Moreno Valley Freeway. The mall. Ironwood Avenue. The city to the west, which the three big tornadoes tore up-- it now had a name--Riverside."

"I really don't know what to make of this one. With the exception of the Attleboro flood dream, none of my precog dreams have ever gone more than two to five years into the future. It's extremely unlikely that even a single tornado could grow so big in the California desert. Let alone half a dozen of them. But then again, they had a tornado in Salt Lake City, Utah a few years ago. With today's changing climate, who knows?"

"A bad tornado season. Will it happen this year, next year or in 2010? I guess we'll just have to wait and see."



Concerning recent UFO sightings in Iran, Jose Gonzalez writes, "I've watched CNN, FOX and MSNBC about the UFOs in Iran. Iranian newspapers told CNN that many UFOs are flying over Iranian military and nuclear sites, especially during last December (2004). But, according to the Washington Post for February 13 (2005), the UFOs are actually U.S. drones to spy on nuclear sites in Iran."


Concerning the "moving steel cross" story (See UFO Roundup, volume 10, number 7 for February 16, 2005, "Strange phenomenon in Sault Sainte Marie, Ont." page 9), Zlata Bijakovic writes, "Dear Joseph--Do not be so certain that the cause is not supernatural. Before the apparitions of 1986 (at Medjugorje in Bosnia-Hercegovina), the cross on top of Mount Krizevac swayed back and forth just like the one in Ontario. Gospa (Croatian for Our Lady--J.T.) appeared to several people there on August 5, 1986. Perhaps she will soon visit your Oasis of Peace."

(Editor's Note: Mount Krizevac--the name means Mountain of the Cross--is just across the valley from Medjugorje. Pope Pius XI had the cross erected at the summit in 1931-- after the Virgin Mary appeared to him in a dream.)

From the UFO Files...


Lucia de Jesus Abobora dos Santos, the last of the three seers of Fatima, passed away last week at the Carmelite convent in Coimbra, Portugal. She was 97 years old.

With her cousins, Francisco and Jacinta Marto, Lucia saw an apparition of the Virgin Mary (birth name: Miriam bat-Joachim--J.T.) on six separate occasions at Cova da Iria, near their home village of Aljustrel. Francisco and Jacinta died during the Spanish influenza epidemic of 1919 and 1920. Two decades later, Lucia wrote five memoirs of the apparitions, which remain among the strangest paranormal events in the long history of the Roman Catholic Church.

Lucia was born at Aljustrel, in the Serra da Aire mountains of central Portugal, on March 28, 1907--Holy Thursday--at 7 p.m., the seventh and youngest child of Antonio and Maria Rosa dos Santos. Of her early childhood, Lucia wrote, "I remember being rocked and falling asleep to the sound of lullabies. Our Lord blessed my parents with five girls and one boy, of whom I was the youngest, and I remember how they used to squabble because they all wanted to hold me in their arms and play with me."

"The first thing I learned was the Hail, Mary. While holding me in her arms, my mother taught it to my sister Carolina, the second youngest and five years older than me. My two eldest sisters were already grown up. My mother, knowing that I repeated everything I heard like a parrot, wanted them to take me with them everywhere they went."

The dos Santos family had a flock of sheep, raised their own vegetables and worked as weavers. Lucia recalled, "Everyone had something to do. My (oldest) sister Maria (dos Anjos--J.T.) went to the loom; my father filled the spools. Teresa and Gloria went to their sewing. My mother took up her spinning. Carolina and I, after tidying up the kitchen, had to help with the sewing, taking out basting, sewing on buttons and so forth. At certain times of the year, my sisters had to go out and work in the fields during the daytime, so they did their weaving and sewing at night."

In 1913, Lucia turned six. Carolina, her constant companion, was preparing to make her First Communion. Thanks to her keen ear and photographic memory, Lucia easily mastered the liturgical lessons. "I went therefore, radiant with joy, hoping soon to be able to receive my God for the first time. The priest (Father Pena) gave his instructions, seated in a chair on a platform. When one or another of the children was unable to answer his questions, he told me to give the answer instead."

However, Father Pena would not allow Lucia to participate in the ceremony, feeling that, at age six, she was too young. "I began to cry at once, just as I would with my own mother. I laid my head on his knee and sobbed. It happened that another priest (Father Cruz, S.J.), who had been called in to help with the confessions, entered the church just at that moment."

Father Cruz found out the reason for Lucia's tears and "took me along into the sacristy and examined me on the catechism." When he was finished, he told his colleague, "Father Pena, you can let this child go to communion. She understands what she's doing better than many of the others."

"But she's only six years old!" Father Pena replied.

"Never mind. I'll take the responsibility for that."

"All right, then." Father Pena turned to Lucia. "Go and tell your mother that you are making your First Communion tomorrow."

On the big day, something very strange happened.

"But he had no sooner placed the Divine Host on my tongue than I felt an unalterable serenity and peace. I felt myself bathed in such a supernatural atmosphere that the presence of our dear Lord became as clearly perceptible to me as if I had seen and heard Him with my bodily senses."

"I then addressed my prayer to Him: 'O Lord, make me a saint. Keep my heart always pure for You alone.'"

"Then it seemed that in the depths of my heart, our dear Lord distinctly spoke these words to me: 'The grace granted to you this day will remain living in your soul, producing fruits of eternal life.'"

"I felt as though transformed in God."

But life in Aljustrel went on as before. Sheep had to be sheared, the wool carded, the garden tended. When Carolina found work as a seamstress in April 1914, it was Lucia, now 7, who became the family shepherd. She teamed up with three other girls, "Teresa Matias, her sister Maria Rosa and Maria Justino. On the following day," they took their sheep "in the direction of a hill known as O Cabeco (Portuguese for The Head--J.T.). We went up the northern slope. Valinhos, a place that Your Excellency already knows by name, is on the southern side."

(Editor's Note: Lucia was writing to the Roman Catholic bishop of Leiria, Portugal. Valinhos was the site of the August 13, 1917 apparition.)

"Around midday (in 1915), we ate our lunch," Lucia reminisced, "After this, I invited my companions to pray the Rosary with me, to which they eagerly agreed. We had hardly begun when, there before our eyes, we saw a figure poised in the air above the trees. It looked like a statue made of snow, rendered almost transparent by the rays of the sun."

"'What is that?' asked my companions, quite frightened."

"'I don't know.'"

"We went on praying, with our eyes fixed on the figure before us, and, as we finished our prayer, the figure disappeared."

Lucia didn't plan on mentioning it to anyone, but her companions "told their families what happened the very moment they reached home. The news soon spread, and one day when I arrived home, my mother questioned me: 'Look here! They say you've seen...I don't know what...up there. What was it you saw?'"

"'I don't know.' And as I could not explain it myself, I went on, 'It looked like a person wrapped up in a sheet.' As I mean to say that I couldn't discern its features, I added, 'I couldn't make out any eyes or hands on it.'"

Maria Rosa dos Santos, a hard-headed woman who had become the village nurse, threw up her hands in exasperation. "Childish nonsense!"

"After some time, we returned with our flocks to the same place, and the very same thing happened again. My companions once more told the same story. After a brief interval, the same thing was repeated. My mother heard all these things being talked about outside, without my having said a single word about them at home. She called me over, quite displeased, and demanded, 'Now let us see! What is it that you girls say you saw over there?'"

"'I don't know, Mother. I don't know what it is.'"

To make things worse, "some people started making fun of us. My sisters ... used to ask me rather scornfully, 'Did you see someone wrapped in a sheet?'"

"I felt these contemptuous words and gestures rather keenly, as up to now I had been used to nothing but caresses."

In 1916, "Francisco and Jacinta sought and obtained permission from their parents to start taking care of their own flock. So I left my good companions, and I joined my cousins, Francisco and Jacinta. To avoid going to the serra with all the other shepherds, we arranged to pasture our flocks on properties belonging to my uncle and aunt and my parents."

"One fine day (in 1916) we set out with our sheep for some land that my parents owned, which lay at the foot of the eastern slope" of O Cabeco. "This property was called Chousa Velha...From there, you could see the little village (Aljustrel) where I was born, my parents' home and the hamlets of Casa Velha and Eira da Pedra."

While the kids were playing marbles, "a strong wind began to shake the trees. We looked up, startled, to see what was happening, for the day was unusually calm. Then we saw coming towards us, above the olive trees, the figure I have already spoken about. Jacinta and Francisco had never seen it before, nor had I ever mentioned it to them. As it drew closer, we were able to distinguish its features. It was a young man, about 14 or 15 years old, whiter than snow, transparent as crystal when the sun shines through it, and of great beauty. On reaching us, he said, 'Do not be afraid. I am the Angel of Peace. Pray with me.'"

In August 1916, the entity returned again. "One day we were playing on the stone slabs of the well down at the bottom of the garden belonging to my parents, which we called the Arneiro. Suddenly, we saw beside us the same figure, or rather, Angel." Both times, the Angel exhorted them to pray with him, and the second time he offered them communion.

Life was changing in Aljustrel and not for the better. Portugal had entered World War I on the Allied side, and Joao, the oldest brother of Francisco and Jacinta, had been called up for military service. Lucia's oldest sisters had married and left home. Her father had lost his job and was now drinking heavily, a fact that had Maria Rosa at wit's end. "When my mother realized that our means of livelihood were diminishing, she resolved to send my two sisters, Gloria and Carolina, out to work as servants."

Then came the big day, "the 13th day of May, 1917, which dawned bright and fair...we chose to pasture our flock on some land belonging to my parents, called Cova da Iria. This meant we had to cross a barren stretch of moorland to get there, which made the journey doubly long. We had to go slowly to give the sheep a chance to graze so it was almost noon when we arrived."

"High up on the slope in the Cova da Iria, I was playing with Jacinta and Francisco at building a stone wall...Suddenly, we saw what seemed to be a flash of lightning."

"'We'd better go home,' I said to my cousins, 'That's lightning. We may have a thunderstorm.'"

"We began to go down the slope, hurrying the sheep along towards the road. We were more or less halfway down the slope, and almost level with a large carrasqueira (holm oak) tree that stood there, when we saw another flash of lightning. We had only gone a few steps further when, there before us, on a small carrasquiera, we beheld a Lady all dressed in white. She was more brilliant than the Sun and radiated a light more clear and intense than crystal glass filled with sparkling water, when the rays of the burning sun shine through it."

"Then Our Lady spoke to us: 'Do not be afraid. I will do you no harm.'"

Lucia did the talking. "'Where are you from?'"

"'I am from heaven.'"

"'What do you want of me?'"

"'I have come to ask you to come here for six months in succession, on the 13th day, at this same hour. Later on, I will tell you who I am and what I want. Afterwards, I will return here for a seventh time.'"

Lucia just had to ask it. "'Shall I go to heaven, too?'"

"'Yes, you will.'"

"'And Jacinta?'"

"'She will go also.'"

"'And Francisco?'"

"'He will go there, too, but he must say many Rosaries.'"

"Then I remembered to ask about two girls who had died recently. They were friends of mine and used to come to my home to learn weaving with my eldest sister."

"'Is Maria das Neves in heaven?'" Lucia asked.

"'Yes, she is.'"

"'And Amelia?'"

"'She will be in Purgatory until the end of the world.'"

(Editor's Note: Maria das Neves was 16. Amelia was either 18 or 20.)

Then the visitor got down to business. "'Are you willing to offer yourselves to God and bear all the sufferings He wills to send you, as an act of reparation for the sins by which He is offended and of supplication for the conversion of sinners?'"

"'Yes, we are willing.'"

"'Then you are going to have much to suffer, but the grace of God will be your comfort.'"

The Lady pledged them to secrecy. Lucia felt confident that she could keep this apparition a secret, as she had with the Angel of Peace. But it was not to be.

The very next morning, Maria dos Anjos, 26, cornered Lucia at the well and said, "Hey, what's this about you having a chat with the Blessed Virgin?"

Then Francisco came over, explaining that Jacinta had told everybody at the Marto household. Furious, Lucia, with Francisco in tow, went looking for her younger cousin and found Jacinta standing glumly in front of their house.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Jacinta Marto!" Lucia said, "What did you have to go and tell for? My sister Maria knows about the Lady, because she just spoke to me about her. Your mother told the women of the village what you told her last night, and now everyone will know. See, you did just what I thought you would! You went and told!"

"All right, all right, I screwed up." Big tears trickled down Jacinta's cheeks. "I had something here inside of me that wouldn't let me keep silent." She placed her small hand on her breast. "I'm sorry."

"Don't cry any more," Lucia said, struck by Jacinta's grief and regret. "And don't say anything more about what that Lady promised us."

As always, Francisco tried to look at the bright side. "We're way up here in the serra. The story can't travel that far...can it?"

On June 13, 1917, fifty people from Moita and Boleiros came to the dos Santos house, asking Lucia if they could accompany her to the site. One of these was an ailing woman named Maria Carreira, who had been told by her doctor that she had "less than a year to live." Maria and her son, Joao, built the first shrine at Cova da Iria.

(Editor's Note: Maria Carreira died in 1982 at the age of 104. If half the stories I've heard about Sra. Carreira are true, her canonization as Santa Maria da Capelinha is assured.)

By the time July 13, 1917 rolled around, Lucia was having serious second thoughts about sainthood. Sightseers had plucked the carrasqueira tree of its bark and leaves, looking for souvenirs. Their horses had trampled the family's vegetable garden. Lucia's mother snapped, beating her twice with a broomstick and locking her in a closet and dragging her before the parish priest, insisting she recant.

"I've had it," Lucia told her cousins. "All we have to do is admit we made up a story, and it's all over. I'm not going back there any more."

"But we promised the Lady!" Francisco said.

"Forget it! I'm not going!"

But on the appointed day, Lucia recalled, "when it was time to leave, I suddenly felt I had to go, impelled by a strange force that I could hardly resist."

There were worse ordeals to come. On August 13, 1917, Lucia and her cousins were arrested by Arturo de Oliveira Santos, the administrator of Ourem and a Freemason. Oliveira Santos threatened the children with torture if they didn't reveal the secret and then tossed them into prison.

People awaiting the apparition at Cova da Iria heard the news and marched on the prison. After a near-riot in Ourem's plaza, the children were released.

The crowds grew with each succeeding apparition. On October 13, 1917, a crowd of 50,000 gathered on the hillside. As Lucia and her parents left the house, a local man accosted them and said, "The Masons have planted bombs around the tree. They're rigged to go off the minute the Virgin appears. A lodge brother will be standing by with a gun in his pocket. They won't let you leave the hillside alive, Lucia."

"How do you know this?" Lucia asked.

"I'm in the lodge," he said, with an artless shrug. "I have no love for that son of a bitch Oliveira. I'd love to see him get his." He looked around nervously. "Remember, you didn't hear it from me."

Even more frightening was the way the throng pressed in on them, with people shouting their requests for divine intercession and trying to touch the children. Rain fell in torrents. Then Lucia "glances expectantly toward the east when the bright light and the beautiful Lady have always come. Instantly a smile of exultation brightens her face, and she and her cousins simultaneously exclaim, 'Ai!'"

"Raising her head so that her voice will carry farther, Lucia shouts, 'Silence! Silence! Our Lady is coming! We have just seen the flash of light!"

And the final apparition of 1917 was under way.

What to do for an encore? Well, like St. Bernadette Soubirous sixty years earlier, Lucia had to go on living. Within three years, she was going it alone.
Lucia's beloved father, Antonio, who boasted of "never being sick a day in my life," collapsed in the street in 1919. In 24 hours, he died of double pneumonia. The Spanish flu took Francisco in February 1919 and then Jacinta in February 1920.

(Editor's Note: Three months after Jacinta's death, Pope John Paul II...birth name: Karol Wojytla...was born in Poland.)

Wealthy Catholics arranged for Lucia to go to school. On June 16, 1921, she entered a school run by the Sisters of St. Dorothy in Vilar, a suburb of Oporto. On October 25, 1925, at age 18, Lucia joined the Sisters of St. Dorothy convent at Pontevedra in northern Spain. Two years later, she was assigned to their convent at Tuy, also in Spain, where she had a new round of visions.

In 1946, following the war Jacinta had foreseen in her vision, Lucia returned to Portugal. Pope Pius XII approved her request for a transfer to the Carmelite order, and, on March 25, 1948, she entered the convent at Coimbra, where she lived for the remainder of her life.

Although she was the biggest celebrity in the Church since St. Bernadette, Lucia made only four public appearances. On May 13, 1949, she appeared with Rev. Jose Alves Correia da Silva, the Bishop of Leiria, who approved the dedication of the Fatima basilica.

On May 13, 1967, she joined da Silva's successor, Bishop Joao Venancio, in greeting Pope Paul VI when he visited Cova da Iria.

On May 13, 1982, she met and became good friends with Pope John Paul II.

On May 13, 2000, they met again at Cova da Iria when the pope announced the beatification of Francisco and Jacinta.

On February 13, 2005, Lucia passed away at the convent in Coimbra. The government of Portugal proclaimed a National Day of Mourning. She was buried in the convent cemetery. But, in May 2006, her remains will make one last journey, back home to Aljustrel, before she is laid to rest at Cova da Iria beside her two cousins. (See the books Fatima in Lucia's Own Words, edited by Father Louis Kondor S.V.D., Postulation Centre, Fatima, Portugal, 1976, pages 9, 10, 11, 26, 51, 52, 53, 54, 57, 59, 60, 71, 76, 77, 82, 83, 159 and 161; The Sun Danced at Fatima by Joseph A. Pelletier A.A., Doubleday & Co., Garden City, N.Y., 1983, pages 46, 47, 74, 75, 76, 77, 118, 119, 120 and 121; La Verdad Sobre el Secreto de Fatima by Joaquin Maria Alonso, Publicaciones Claretianas, Madrid, 1976, pages 29 through 36; Fatima: Pilgrimage to Peace by Martin F. Armstrong Jr., Hanover House, Garden City, N.Y., 1954, pages 98 through 107; The Meaning of Fatima by Father C.C. Martindale S.J., P.J. Kenedy & Sons, New York, N.Y., 1951; and Fatima and the Great Conspiracy by Deidre Manifold, Frinne Publications, Galway, Ireland, 1992, pages 11, 12, 13, and 105 to 141.)

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