Amaury Rivera recounts being chased by grotesque beings to an underground base where entities from planet Ka projected three apocalyptic futures: a Puerto Rico devastated by falling rock islands, a cannibalistic world ruled by a doomed glass dome city, and a final rescue to a crystal paradise. After waking with blocked memories and finding photos of military planes and band members alongside little men, Rivera suffered severe trauma while his Jehovah's Witness father blamed Satan. Despite warnings from a Marine brother about government confiscation of evidence, the physical proof confirmed the encounter, leaving Rivera isolated in fear as the host seeks corroborating sightings from 1988 Cabo Rojo to validate these terrifying close encounters. [Automatically generated summary]
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Defense Facility Testing00:02:40
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I work for a large defense company, one of the top three, as you can imagine.
I work adjacent to a facility that does a lot of materials testing science.
I was coming into work early one morning, and from a loading dock area, they have these long black curtains lined up all the way to this facility, used for testing.
Certain materials.
A co-worker and I were standing by the place that we worked, it was right near this facility, and we're able to see what they moved off of a train car into this area and what looked like a large metallic object with what I guess some people would call hieroglyphic writing on it, and probably not something that we should have seen.
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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another episode of Debriefed.
My name is Chris Ramsey, and today we are going to be taking yet another look at the story of Amore Rivera.
In part one, you might remember, but he was working at a nightclub.
He took a few photos of the band for his cousin, and on his way home at about 4 30 in the morning, he was chased on the side of his car by two what he describes as grotesque beings with large heads and almond shaped eyes, and they took him aboard.
What he perceived to be some type of craft or underground base, he wasn't too sure.
But when he awoke, he wasn't alone.
In fact, he was next to 14 other people.
They were then met by a human looking entity.
He claims to be human from the planet Ka.
And these gray beings that were around him were sort of these biological drones, if you will.
He then proceeded to take the entire group on a tour, but not a real tour, more of a virtual tour.
A projection, as he called it, and brought them to their planet Ka where they saw some amazing things.
But projection number two and three, which we're going to be getting into today, turned out to be quite earth shattering enough to make Amori himself leave his current life and become a doomsday prepper somewhere in the jungles of Puerto Rico.
So, ladies and gentlemen, today we're going to find out exactly what frightened Amori so bad and what compelled him to move up into the mountains.
The Planet Ka Tour00:02:18
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Let's get into reading part two of The Abduction of Amore Rivera.
I tell you, folks, not only if you haven't seen part one, go watch part one, by the way, but there are pictures.
Paying Bills and Part Two00:14:16
One of the only reasons I take this case seriously, it's really hard to take abduction cases with high conviction based on just story.
And not that they didn't happen, or not that I don't want them to happen, or not that I believe or don't believe.
It's just you have to take things at face value.
And without any clear physical evidence, it's really hard to do that.
But this is one of those rare cases where right after.
I assume right after the abduction, right after he got dropped off, he snapped these photos.
And we're going to find that out while reading this, hopefully today.
So let's just get into it.
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The room seemed as if it had gray walls again.
These apparently solid walls now turned into light, daylight.
Suddenly, we were all sitting on top of a mountain.
It was a nice sunny day.
As opposed to the first projection, this one had sound.
We could hear the breeze between the trees, birds chirping, cars in the distance, and even a rooster.
This projection appeared even more real than the other because of the sound.
The only thing left was to feel the actual breeze in my hair, the sun on my skin.
From my position, I could see the ocean and lots of little houses spread out everywhere.
The lampposts looked like toothpicks.
The vegetation of this place, though green, wasn't as alive as the one we'd previously seen, and there were no flowers.
The green was rather opaque in comparison.
Our seats started to turn, and we then saw some towers that looked like they were used for communication of sorts.
The guide told us that this place was in the western part of Puerto Rico.
It looked like a normal, peaceful day.
Judging from the sun's orientation, it might have been around noon.
All of a sudden, everything was engulfed in a dark shadow, as if the day had sped up tremendously.
As I looked up, I saw something obstructing the sun.
Only a small portion of the sun was visible.
I thought of maybe an eclipse.
A loud buzzing sound was heard in the distance, a continuous thunder.
We all saw it at the same time, up in the sky.
A rock.
It was crumbling into pieces as it came down, but its size, instead of decreasing, only increased as it got closer.
Everyone in our group, including our guide and his two companions, was headed towards that dark object that fell from the sky.
Before we left that position on top of the mountain, I thought I heard what seemed to be people screaming.
I couldn't see them, but I heard them.
Some of the others that were with me also started to scream.
It was horrifying.
I wanted to jump out of my seat, but where would I go?
I remember wanting to close my eyes, but I could not.
I had to see.
I'll never forget those screams.
They were so haunting, I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to tear my clothes off.
As the object got closer, I noticed it was on fire.
For a moment, I thought it was the sun, but when we got to a height that placed us over the rock, the sun was then on top of us.
We now had a better view of it.
It had an enormous fire tail made up of its own burning pieces, like lava.
I placed my hands on my ears and yelled off the top of my lungs No!
The thunder like sound got so loud, I thought my eardrums would burst.
I simply cannot describe the sound this rock island made as it fell.
If you'd stand close to the space shuttle's rockets during takeoff, maybe you would have an idea of what it was like.
It got to the point I could not even hear myself screaming.
I was about to collapse.
I think I actually did for a moment.
I'm not lying when I say that at the time.
Okay, so we're obviously witnessing a giant meteor about to strike the Earth.
I suppose in the vicinity of Puerto Rico.
We apparently fell with this island rock.
The falling sensation was terrible.
By then, I'd stopped screaming and could only watch dumbfounded as the next events unfolded.
We stopped in midair and saw the rock hit the ocean near the western coast of Puerto Rico.
It caused an explosion, as if a bomb had gone off.
The impact created a huge vapor, water, and smoke ball that reached our position in the air.
I thought we'd get wet, but this was impossible.
The island was shaken.
We descended a bit more near the coast.
The screams were heard again, and every time the island shook.
Every tree vibrated.
The sun still shone as if unaware of all that was happening.
The vapor ball turned into rain that fell everywhere.
We then heard another thunder like sound, but this time caused by an earthquake.
A woman that was in the group couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
From her seat, and I thought she would fall into that disaster, yet she fell only onto the invisible floor of that projection room.
She looked like she was floating in the air while unconscious.
The two beings with fetus like heads rapidly went to her as if gliding through the air.
They picked her up and placed her in her seat, yet she was still not conscious.
I thought of helping her, but I simply felt paralyzed and about to pass out myself.
I couldn't feel my feet anymore.
The little men returned to the human guide's side when something immense caught my attention.
A wall had been raised, a gigantic, threatening, mortal wave.
This devastating wall kept getting bigger as the water receded from the shore, leaving an uncommon landscape visible to the naked eye.
Corals, reefs, and all kinds of sea life were now exposed to direct sunlight.
We could see underwater valleys and hills, as well as great aquatic cliffs.
What I could only guess were fish leaped over the now exposed sea floor due to the ocean being pulled back.
The wall grew solid.
And overwhelming.
I thought of my friends and family, and I thought they were only cleverly projected images.
I heard the island shake again, and with it, the horror screams of the Puerto Rican population.
When the sea had receded a few miles out, the wall then started to make its way to the island.
I could imagine what was about to happen.
I wanted to beg the human guide to stop the projection.
I looked at him and his two companions for a moment, and I felt hate.
He was just standing there, so unmoved, while all this was happening, sure of himself, untouchable.
I didn't want to see what was happening, but all the while I couldn't stop watching.
The Great Wall was approaching land.
It got to the coast, but it didn't stop there.
It kept going inland.
It seemed to be dragging everything in its path.
Thousands of hysterical screams were drowned in a matter of seconds.
Everything was dead silent.
The giant wave broke somewhere out of our range of vision.
It covered everything, even the mountains.
Somehow we started to get a better view of everything.
The sea was full of debris and garbage.
We saw hundreds of destroyed homes and their remains floating everywhere.
Palm trees and other trees had been yanked out of the ground.
What looked like a little island was actually on top of one of the highest mountains of the area.
Thousands of drowned people and animals floated in the water.
The strange thing was that everything happened on broad daylight.
The sun shone like it did before the disaster, as if nothing happened.
Yeah, it's got to be an unsettling feeling to say the least, folks, seeing the sun.
On a beautiful day, and this all happening.
The detail in which Amori goes into here, I mean, clearly, if this didn't come from some type of message or dream, requires an immense creative mind because he is detailing things that, you know, science fictionists or science fiction writers would be able to maybe concoct after, you know, really.
Being immersed in this sort of world building, it's just hard to imagine that he's just making this up as he goes.
But then again, we have to remain a little bit skeptical here, not only whether or not Omori is telling the truth, but whether or not these beings are telling Omori the truth.
That's an interesting layer that we have to dissect as well.
But the waves pulling back and revealing things, and then the sudden silence when everything gets drowned out, these are.
Incredible details.
All of us in the group cried uncontrollably.
The lady who had fainted had regained consciousness.
The emotional pain was very strong.
It made you want to cease living.
The guide tried to console us by reminding us that they were merely projected images and that it wasn't really happening right now.
My thoughts were all over the place.
The images we saw went in and out of my mind like in a television with a child holding the remote control.
My nervous system was about to burst.
I imagined horrible scenes relating to my family.
I thought that maybe some of the people who had drowned were them.
Our seats revolved slowly so that we could observe all the horror.
The only thing not covered by the turbulent sea of the area we were looking at was that small portion of land that looked like a little island.
I don't know if all Puerto Rico was now underwater since we could only see this area in particular.
The water looked dark and dirty.
The debris in it was tremendous.
I didn't see any more birds.
And the only human presence was us.
We turned to where we faced the guide and his creations again.
I thought I saw sadness in the face of the one that called himself Amaran.
We headed towards that small portion of land that was not underwater.
Was this all that was left of Puerto Rico?
Or maybe now Puerto Chico?
Not sure if that's like a pun, so maybe let me know.
We descended to this place.
There was no vegetation and the ground was wet.
It was a very small piece of land.
Maybe 20 homes could be built there.
From this closer perspective, the sea looked even darker, and all the things floating in it we could see clearer.
The seawater rain caused by the impact had ceased.
All of a sudden, the image went wavy and it disappeared.
In its place, the walls of that place again were made visible.
It was at the end of that projection, and I was relieved.
I didn't want to see anymore.
I only wanted to get out of that place.
Fear, though, I think, kept me from doing it.
Also, I didn't see doors or windows.
Even if I had mustered up the courage to do it again, where would I run to?
Even if I had mustered up the courage to do it again, where would I run to?
How would I get out?
There was also the possibility that those two creatures would go after me.
The mere thought of them touching me again was enough to make me stay put.
The man dressed in black gave us a few moments to settle down.
Some, myself included, were still crying.
He insisted that what we had just seen was just an image.
But that in reality, that's how it would happen.
Those words destroyed me.
In reality, that's how it would happen.
Which reality?
At the time, I didn't know what that was.
My own reality had died.
They had killed it.
Now I ask that you calm down.
Remember, that is not happening now.
They're only images.
The next projection will be shown partially, in just one dimension.
It will be less difficult than to absorb the information.
However, I warn you that these will be the most shocking, so.
Be prepared.
With these words, the room went dark again.
I gulped and, for a moment, stopped breathing.
We started to turn again in our seats and then suddenly stopped.
With this movement, instead of being in the last row, I was now in the first.
The person that had been in front of me was now to my right, and the boy that was next to me was now behind.
The guide and his friends to our right.
This projection we saw as if we were in a movie theater, except that the images were.
Clearer and with a lot of depth perception.
It was like watching the events through a glass.
I remember looking back to see if I could catch a view of the projector, a device that was playing these images that looked so real.
The only thing I could see, though, were the faces filled with terror of the others in the group and the room's infinite darkness.
The projection had no sound and it resembled a documentary.
The narrator was he who had stated was an extraterrestrial.
Okay.
This is concerning to say the least.
I wonder, I guess my, I suppose my question is I wonder if Amori had successfully made contact with anyone else that was on the ship.
Terrifying Sky Projections00:14:47
You know, I've dug into him.
He's got a YouTube channel, but it's like, it's not a big YouTube channel.
And it's really just, it doesn't seem like he really cares if people watch it or not, but he's just kind of.
You know, become this prepper.
And I wonder if he, yeah, had communicated with or found some of those other people, because for me, that would be empirical evidence that this, at the very least, was a shared hallucination.
And at the most, I mean, this event happened, at least the event meeting with the extraterrestrial showing him projections.
It started by showing this is projection number three.
It started by showing different government buildings on Earth.
The last was the White House in Washington, D.C.
He told us, The different governments that rule the nations, humanity, have their own interests in mind.
The primary focus of these rulers is power and absolute control.
Their only objective is to acquire wealth at all costs.
In this scheme, money and the excessive value it has been given play a major role.
This blinds them to the imminent destruction.
While he spoke, we could see how the United States presidential building started to shake and crumble by what seemed to be an earthquake.
It was left in ruins.
The next images showed seismic activity throughout the whole world.
As we watched, he informed us that the earthquakes and tsunamis would become an everyday occurrence in our world.
We would come to live in a society where building construction would cease.
We saw places devastated by the Holocaust and people escaping from their destroyed homes.
You could see the pain and suffering in their faces.
We started to cry in agony.
Everything we saw was horrendous.
I asked myself why I kept watching when I really didn't want to see anymore or hear that being.
Afterwards, I saw hundreds of people in something that resembled a camp.
It was filled with tents and shelters made out of car tires.
Everything that.
Everything and everyone looked dirty.
In the distance, I could see some ruins, but I couldn't make out what they were.
The human told us that during these times, there would be very little people left on Earth due to the earthquakes and Horrible sickness.
All the water would be severely contaminated.
He also told us that there would not be any kind of sea life whatsoever.
We actually saw inside the water, and there wasn't a trace of any kind of fish or algae, only black waters and garbage, he added.
Birds would become extinct due to man, though they will feed him for a while.
The other images we saw were pileups of military equipment.
The one who called himself Amoron informed us that.
Peace would reign in those days, not for the efforts of our governments, but because of the lack of people.
There'd be actually only one government, a global government, one whose sole purpose would be the well being of the survivors.
No sooner he said this, he then showed us a grand island.
It had a great dome made of glass of some kind that covered it completely.
He told us that the world government would build a huge floating city over the contaminated waters.
The earthquakes wouldn't affect it, and tsunamis would be detected with enough time to avoid them.
This island city will be like an enormous ship steered clear of all danger.
Only certain privileged people would be able to live there.
There, they would have all kinds of amenities, comforts, and luxuries.
The government would make sure that all who reside there are free from all types of illnesses.
This artificial island will be named Atlantis.
They would all proclaim themselves chosen by the originator, God, but their behavior towards the rest of humanity would be deplorable, shameful.
The citizens of the rest of the planet would survive with very little resources.
If anyone would try to get close to this governmental city, they would immediately be annihilated by lasers installed on four observation towers located on the dome exteriors.
No one would be allowed in or out.
In the images, I could discern the shape of the island.
It was a squared, and it had cylindrical glass like towers in its corners.
They were connected to the immense dome.
Along its edges, there were glass tunnels that almost touched the water.
I could see people walking in them, as well as on the towers.
Inside the dome, you could see vegetation and buildings.
The dome seemed to be resting on some sort of net that served as its skeletal structure.
We were shown images of its interiors.
It was a very pretty place.
It had gardens and orchards.
Along the streets, people walked, dressed in the same style of clothing that we use now clothing that didn't seem futuristic looking at all.
Streets were made of cement or something like it.
I saw places that looked like stores, restaurants with people seated on the exterior, and many others on bicycles.
The buildings were not high and their architecture had a blend of styles: Oriental, European, American, Contemporary, and others.
The people in this artificial place looked healthy and worry-free.
Meanwhile, as we were shown, the rest of humanity rotting.
People living in ruins and rubbish, wandering, lonely places.
We were told that money would lose its value and that only the strongest would survive, also.
We were shown people trying to form some sort of government, but their very nature wouldn't allow it.
Fires would spread throughout the entire planet.
There will be so many dead from hunger, disease, and earthquakes that they'll be thrown in those fires.
There wouldn't be time or resources to bury them.
We were told society as we know it would cease to exist.
Only the rich, powerful, and disease free people would live in the floating city.
The rest of humanity would return to a semi prehistoric state.
What a downer.
Yikes.
You know, this is resembling.
We hear this from so many experiencers.
This, you know, I often talk about that too, how, you know, Bud Hopkins, a lot of his regression cases, They would talk about these horrible images of just the world's end.
And they were being shown this constantly, and they were being somehow prepared for something.
This is not new.
This idea of the preparation of a select chosen few during an apocalyptic era is not uncommon for experiencers.
It's something that a lot of them, I think, this is one of the first times where I hear such a clear. Message.
Like normally, it's just, oh, they showed us images of terrible things or projections of terrible things that seemed so real.
But you're left with that and you go, what do I do with this information?
What do you want me to do?
You want me to, what do you want me to do?
I'm not Superman.
I can't fly around, save everybody.
What's the point?
Well, it seems like here we're getting a point.
And I think hopefully they'll get to that eventually.
I know that, you know, Maury in part one was chosen to be the tender of flowers or whatever, but.
Maybe that's the point.
Maybe they are being prepped and they are being told, hey, you need to get ready for this.
How do they know Amori will be spared?
I don't know.
Because if they can see that, then they can see into the future.
The air would smell like death, but the stench would not reach the governmental island city.
Its dome would protect her.
We were shown how the sky slowly saturated with ash, the clouds will be black, and so will the rain.
He told us that there would come a day in which man will feed off man in order to survive.
All this information was accompanied by the corresponding images.
I almost threw up when I saw a family feeding themselves.
This is sounding more and more like every single apartment.
Apocalyptic movie I've ever seen.
He said that after all of this and more had transpired, there would take place the major event, the cataclysmic earthquake.
Its magnitude and duration would be like nothing ever seen before.
Its force would be enough to destroy the nuclear plant that powered the floating island.
The explosion of this power plant would initiate a chain reaction of multiple explosions across the globe.
Hundreds of abandoned nuclear weapons would blow up.
The great city and its inhabitants would be reduced to bits and pieces and would sink.
Into the dark sea forever.
The planet's geography would suffer extraordinary and drastic changes.
Nothing will look the same.
We were shown the planet from a distance in space, a dark and smoke globe, a dead planet.
There would barely be any survivors.
How did those survive?
We were not told.
The planet we were shown was covered with ash, and the sun and its rays could not penetrate the sky.
Night lasted throughout the day.
Night and day and time ceased to have any meaning.
The guide then told us.
Then would come the time of the originator.
This I honestly didn't understand.
I am now going to try my best to describe the images we saw next.
Our world appeared in darkness.
A group of people gathered around a fire.
Their clothing looked like rags, looked as if they were roasting sausages.
Their faces was death and life.
They were all skin and bones men, women, and children.
The ash covered them from head to toe.
Close to that group, There was a cave that gave off light.
I thought that maybe there were a few more of them inside.
One of them was looking at the dark sky.
He gestured and pointed to the sky.
We didn't hear what he was saying or shouting since the projection had no sound.
The others went to him, and when they looked up, they started to jump from joy.
But I could also see in their faces a little madness.
More people came out of the cave and joined the apparent celebration.
We still couldn't see what was causing this behavior.
All of a sudden, something from the sky illuminated all these fifty or so people.
They were all staring as if hypnotized.
They stopped moving.
They seemed like trapped in a circle by the light.
We all observed the group of people lit up in that circle, but we still couldn't see where the light was coming from.
It looked as if it was coming from the darkness of the sky.
Suddenly, another smaller column of light appeared that shone in front of the group.
Inside this light, the figure of a man seemed to descend to the ground.
The small column of light blended with the larger one, and the man addressed the group.
We couldn't hear what he said, though.
The images slowly withdrew from us.
From above, all we could see were little shadows.
The fire looked like a little lit match.
In the sky appeared an intense light as if the sun itself had come down below the clouds of ash.
The light descended slowly away from us.
It looked as if it got bigger as it went down.
The light formed a brilliant circle.
It was enormous, maybe even a few miles in diameter.
It got to a point where we could see its upper part.
It was an illuminated object, solid and gigantic.
On its surface, it had glass like buildings of different bright colors.
Its appearance was glorious and magnificent as it reached the ground.
It looked like a brooch of precious stones, illuminated and full of colors.
There was a great contrast between it and that place of darkness.
Spread out in the distance, we noticed other rays of light, like the one covering the group of people we were looking at.
If from a distance this object looked the size of a football field and close, Up, it must have been much larger.
Imagine, if you will, a green tray with intense colored squares, round and triangular objects.
We saw the ray of light ascend, and with it the visitor and the rest of the people.
Only darkness was left behind.
The group climbed up to the point where the light was coming from.
The other rays of light started to do the same.
It looked as if those two transported people in them, but we couldn't see it clearly.
In the middle of the darkness, we now only saw that giant stadium like object that gave off a fluorescent green light.
And a small fire on the ground.
There was then movement over that object, and immediately we saw columns of light form a circle on the object's surface.
Through those columns of light descended little figures after the lights again ascended.
I started to notice the image, and the object got closer to us.
According to the images, we were approaching it from the top.
The green tray turned out to be grass, trees, and vegetation.
There were flowers, fruits, and animals there.
The precious stones turned out to be houses and homes.
From a great sphere in the center of this object poured a crystal clear river.
The river ran through blue turquoise canals up to the edges of that green tray.
It flowed in two directions from the center to the right, from the center to the left.
Everything was in full color.
In this place, this city, were placed the survivors who now ran and jumped from joy while they fed off the fruits of the trees.
Some also bathed in crystal clear waters.
It was all illuminated like daylight, a daylight that formed a sort of blanket or aura in the form of a dome that covered the city.
The brightness reflected in the streets that looked like they were made out of gold bricks or at least gold colored.
As we watched the survivors rejoice, we heard a voice This is a gift from the originator.
It was created with the help of other humanities of the cosmos.
In this place, you will live for a thousand of your years, but then your earth will be healthy again so that you can start over.
Crystal Clear Waters00:14:47
There, you will find all kinds of seeds and everything necessary for your reestablishment.
The projection ended by showing us a green landscape full of life, blue sky, and flowers everywhere.
The people who lived on this place looked happy and content.
Animal life was abundant.
It was our earth.
The image then undulated like ripples in the water.
And it vanished.
Everything was dark again for a moment.
I heard some of the others crying.
Then that light that came from nowhere returned.
Our seats turned until we were facing the human.
The walls had recovered their solid gray appearance.
He told us that soon it would be time to return.
Don't be afraid of them, they will not harm you, he said.
The creatures then lifted their arms as if to show him their palms.
He placed his own palms against theirs.
Then went one by one and placed their hands on our foreheads.
As they did, people would lose consciousness.
I remember when I first saw this, I got so agitated I thought I'd die from a heart attack.
I didn't want them to place their damn hands on me.
At the same time, I actually wanted to lose consciousness.
Besides, this was probably a sign that this nightmare was now over.
The little man with the big head stopped in front of me, his big, bulging, dark eyes fixed on me.
I felt sort of hypnotized, either from some suggestive power that the creature had or from the fear I felt.
He lifted his arm and directed his palm, his hand, palm facing outward, toward my forehead.
I wanted to run, escape, and scream with all my heart.
He touched my forehead, and everything went dark.
I blinked and saw brightness.
I saw one of those little men at a distance.
He had in his hands a small black instrument in the shape of a rectangular box.
He brought it closer to his eyes with both hands.
The box gave off a ray of light that left me blind for a second and that I then felt on my forehead.
It happened again.
I didn't have time to think or react.
I do not know how many times the process repeated itself or for what reason.
It all happened so quickly.
Who?
Okay, let's dissect this last chapter.
What do we have here?
We've got a meteor crashing down into Earth by Puerto Rico, completely destroying just most things.
But then the fallout from that, and I would assume the meteor itself, but also perhaps all the radiation due to the tsunamis destroying nuclear plants and.
Leaving all the fish and the aquatic life destroyed, people turning to cannibalism, dying of hunger, and worse.
It seems like hell on earth.
Even the people, the government people who were living on that little island, weren't immune to the purge.
And what do they say?
50 or so people?
I assume there were more than 50 people on earth, but.
At that specific place, maybe only 50.
And is that, are those the people that will survive?
Are those the experiencers that have been taken time and time again from these abductors?
Are they the ones being trained and told, hey, hold on?
Or is this all just a confabulation?
This seems to me as well.
You know, if you look at the younger Dryas era or you look at all of the alternative histories being presented by people like Graham Hancock and Randall Carlson, maybe this already happened.
Maybe they're just showing them something of the past, you know, and then a thousand years goes by, and once everything's destroyed, and, you know, they come back.
How many times has this process repeated itself?
Definitely want to stop suspending my belief for this one.
It's crazy.
Yeah, it's hard to really wrap your mind around because what are you supposed to do?
There's essentially nothing we can do.
But then, wouldn't the aliens, if they wanted to preserve this place, just destroy that incoming meteor?
Wouldn't we?
I guess not.
Let's go to chapter six.
This is where Amori wakes up and finds himself next to his little camera, snaps these famous pictures of the UFO being surrounded by multiple fighter jets.
Chapter 6 When I came to and opened my eyes, I started to cry.
I couldn't contain myself.
Never before had I felt so many unknown emotions.
I was back in my car and held the wheel as if my life depended on it.
I was still crying by the time I noticed that it was daytime, morning.
Where was I?
I thought to myself that this wasn't La Bajura, Bahura, and that I must have woken somewhere else.
The road I took from work was made out of tar, and the one I was on was mostly dirt and gravel road and was much wider.
I had no idea where I was.
I looked everywhere, yet nothing seemed familiar.
I didn't see people or houses, the area was deserted.
I was able to stop crying, and when I was about to get out of the car, I heard the military planes.
Then, when I looked up at the sky, I saw it.
Round in shape and blue gray in color.
At first, I only saw its bottom section.
It had a dome made out of some reflective material.
The UFO didn't make a sound.
It was suspended in the air like some act of magic while three military planes surveyed it.
They flew very low, almost as if they could hit the ground.
I even thought they might actually crash into each other.
One of them got dangerously close to the UFO.
I took my cousin's camera and got out of the car.
I raised the camera and looked through the lens.
Every time I took a picture, I heard a noise, not unlike the one a digital watch makes, like a beep beep.
I heard it many times.
I never knew where that sound came from, if from the object or some other place.
The object then tilted, and I was able to see the upper part, which was identical to the bottom.
They both had the same dome and star like design that went from the center to the edges.
After it tilted, it shot up and was lost from view.
As it took off, I saw a flash of light.
I don't know if it was produced by this flying saucer or by the reflection on its dome.
The planes then left in the opposite direction.
I thought they'd go after it, but they didn't.
All this happened in a matter of seconds, probably less time than it took you to read this part.
Everything was now quiet and looked as if I was dreaming.
Like a zombie, I went back to my car.
I started up the motor and headed into the direction it was pointing.
I had no idea where I was.
I was driving on an open field, slowly and immersed in my thoughts.
When I woke up in my car and was crying, I had no recollection of what had transpired that morning.
When I saw the planes and the other silent object, I remember the encounter.
However, I could only remember when one of the little men opened my car door and the fear I felt.
What took place after that was as if it never happened.
First, a moment filled with terror caused by those beings, and then it's daytime and I'm in my car somewhere else.
I stopped thinking about all this and just hurried home.
Finally, I came upon a woman watering her garden.
Still dazed, I asked her the way to Cabo Rojo, thinking that if I could get there, I could figure out my way home.
She told me that we were in one of its neighborhoods called Las Palmas, and she then told me how to get to the 301 road that would bring me into town.
I'd never felt so lost in my life.
Following her instructions, I got to the 301 road.
When I got there, I turned and headed to the beach El Combate.
I stopped and asked again.
They told me that Cabarrojo was in the opposite direction, so I turned and headed that way.
I drove still not knowing where I was going, just hoping I can get home and get some sleep.
When I got to a certain intersection, I recognized it.
It was the end of the 301 road.
Here started Road 103, which I knew would lead to Mama's house.
I knew this sector well because when I got there from New York, I went through it many times to get to the Bocaron Beach.
And it was also the road I took to get to my other job.
I also had eaten many times in the restaurant that was in this intersection.
From there, I got home safe and sound.
I parked my car and went inside with the camera in my hand.
Mama was already up.
She was worried and asked why I'd gotten home so late.
She later told me I didn't answer her when I went straight to my bedroom.
I placed the camera on the night table and took off my clothes.
When I took off my trousers, I realized I had peed myself.
I didn't think much of it, I just wanted to sleep.
Closed all the windows and went to sleep naked.
I had nothing in particular in my mind when I started to fall asleep, no bad thoughts or anything that might interrupt my sleep.
By the time I got to my bedroom from where I'd taken the pictures, I'd forgotten everything.
I sleep deeply and I didn't get up for the rest of the day.
I didn't leave my room neither to go to the bathroom nor to eat.
My grandmother later told me she'd try to wake me up but couldn't.
I got up at around 9 30 or 10 p.m. to use the bathroom and to eat a sandwich, and then slept till the next day.
When I woke up, it was as if nothing had happened, like I just returned from work like any other normal day.
The human mind is incredible.
Sometimes it knows when to forget.
If not for this ability, one could go mad.
My memories had been blocked.
Still, I was tense and wanted to cry, but didn't know why.
That day, I went to my waiting job as usual.
The next day, or for a few days after, I don't really remember.
I gave my cousin back her camera with the film still inside.
I told her what had happened with her record.
This is kind of crazy because, again, we're seeing a repeated pattern of abduction here, especially the sleeping for a very long time, the grogginess, the sort of sense of dread, although not knowing where from, is quite common.
And that's, you know, whether that's due to what I assume is this interaction caused it somehow, whether it's technology or whether it's his own subconscious sort of deleting the traumatizing moments, I think the former, he sounds like he thinks it might be the latter.
The next couple of days, I went to work as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
Not too long after my cousin called me over the phone, she sounded a little upset and told me about the pictures of El Gran Combo and of some other pictures.
She didn't explain a whole lot.
She asked to come over there.
I hung up, and my only thought was that maybe the pictures didn't come out right.
Many times I had taken pictures before and cut people's heads off.
I went to her house refusing to hear any criticism on my abilities as a photographer.
She lived nearby.
When I got there, her husband and kids were with her, and they all looked frightened.
What is this? I asked myself.
She showed me the pictures.
This is El Gran Combo, I told her.
Keep going, she said.
El Gran Combo, El Gran Combo, and it was as if someone had thrown me a bucket of cold water.
My mind couldn't resist anymore.
I started to shake.
My cousin and her family got worried.
Who's that man dressed in black?
What are those things?
I couldn't answer her.
I couldn't even speak.
I ran out of there, got in my car, and headed home.
I remember then calling me, but I didn't pay any attention.
When I got home, I ran to the bedroom.
Mama got terrified seeing me in such a hurry and so upset.
I locked myself in my room and lay on my bed in a fetal position with the pictures in my hands.
I stayed like that for a long time.
Mama would knock on my door, but I didn't answer.
So hold on.
He's got photos of the man in black as well, like the human extraterrestrial?
This is news to me.
I didn't know that.
I'm trying to see if they definitely don't come up on these pictures.
This is incredible.
I hear the phone ring.
Mama was talking to my cousin, who wanted to know if I had gotten home all right.
After she hung up, she went to my bedroom, determined to find out what was going on.
I didn't answer her.
I couldn't.
I still trembled uncontrollably.
Some nerve below my right eye started to move on its own.
I heard my grandmother call my aunt, who lives below our house.
She called, and I could hear the panic in her voice.
Her daughter, my aunt, came up to see what was going on.
Mama then told her what my cousin had said.
Now both of them were knocking on my door and telling me, please come out.
I just wanted to be left alone.
I did not want to speak.
I couldn't.
I wanted to be alone with my horrendous thoughts.
Family Enters the Bedroom00:15:55
Laying there as I was with my pictures in my hands and my eyes shut, I went over what had transpired that night.
I saw it in my mind's eye like a movie.
However, I could only remember that I left work and that I ran into those little beings and then fainting.
From then on, up until I woke up in my car in that other place, I couldn't remember a thing.
Hard as I tried, I couldn't recall what happened during that period of time.
Danny, one of my younger cousins, joined the voices outside my door.
I could hear they were worried, and I also heard someone trying to open the door.
Danny, armed with a piece of wire, managed to open the door.
When they opened the door, I immediately sat up.
He started to peek through the door, but when he saw the possessed look on my face, as he later told me, he got scared.
I screamed at him to close the door, which immediately he did.
I went back to my original position, but I could hear them whispering.
It wasn't the right time to talk to them.
If I managed to not go mad, I'd explain later.
At the moment, I only wanted to think about what happened on the night of the encounter.
Above all, I struggled to try and remember what had happened between when I fainted and when I took the pictures.
It was like trying to remember someone's name, but you can't.
Terrible as it was, the limited memory I had of what transpired.
What was worse was not being able to remember it completely.
Now I'm really intrigued.
I want to know about this other photo and what happened to it.
I heard my cousin's voice outside, the owner of the camera.
While I was lost in my thoughts, she had also joined the group.
Apparently, she was explaining to them what she knew.
They talked amongst themselves, asked questions, and at times were silent.
All of a sudden, my grandmother started to cry.
That's when my aunt went to my door and begged me to come out and explain what was going on.
She told me Mama was very upset and to please remember that her health was very delicate right now.
I got up with the intention of going out to the living room and tell Mama that everything was all right, but instead I'd locked the door and went back to bed.
They kept talking, and I think they were also trying to calm down my grandmother.
I seemed as if more of my family had arrived.
I felt as if I had lost touch with reality.
I looked around me, and everything seemed strange.
My bed and all my belongings now felt like things from the past.
It was all like a dream.
My reality had fused with something I never thought could be possible.
I closed my windows again and it got dark again despite the daylight outside.
I took my shoes and clothes off and decided it was probably a good idea to go to sleep before my brain exploded.
Later, I found out that during that day, Mama's house was packed.
Everyone had their own version of what happened.
They all desperately wanted to see the pictures.
My cousin described to them what she and her family had seen, but none were satisfied.
Mama had settled down, and everyone stayed pretty much till the evening.
They cooked, ate, and drank coffee.
The topic of conversation didn't change.
At times, they looked at my door intrigued.
I also found out that some had placed their heads to the door to try and hear anything.
Of course, they heard nothing.
When they were all too tired and sleepy, they left but agreed to come back the next day in the afternoon.
That morning, I had my first nightmare.
So I guess this is when the memories begin to unlock, I assume.
I was walking down a road similar to La Bahura.
It was nighttime, and I was in my waiter uniform white t shirt, black pants, and black shoes.
The moonlight illuminated the misty road.
There were trees alongside it.
The wide road seemed to go on without end.
I wasn't scared, despite my circumstances.
I then felt someone walking behind me, and I quickly turned.
There was no one.
When I turned back to keep walking, I noticed feet.
Standing right there was the little one.
He had his hand raised as if to touch me.
Before he could do it, I started to run in the opposite direction.
I looked over my shoulder and saw the little man with the big deformed head was following me.
At times he caught up with me and pulled me by my shirt.
When I felt him, I ran faster and was able to free myself.
During this nightmare, I ran and screamed through the fog like my life was in danger.
Little man again grabbed me and I again escaped.
I woke up from this screaming.
I yelled that he was going to get me.
This was the first of many torment filled nights.
Mama knocked on the door, scared, and asked me what was happening.
I got up, covered in sweat, turned on the light, and opened the door.
Mama was in her nightgown, and I noticed she looked extremely worried.
When I saw her, I rushed to her arms like a child and started to cry.
She helped me get in my bed and asked me what was happening, but I couldn't tell her.
I only said I had a nightmare.
I calmed down, and then she asked me if the nightmare had something to do with the pictures.
I nodded.
Meanwhile, someone knocked on the front door, and Mama went to see who it was.
It was my aunt and one of her sons, the ones who lived downstairs.
They talked with Mama for a while and then entered my room.
Are you all right? They asked.
I told them I was and that I only wanted to go back to sleep.
I apologized to them for waking them up in the middle of the night.
My cousin Danny looked at me scared.
He was pale.
Mama and my aunt gave me a kiss and Danny said goodnight.
They left my room and I fell asleep listening to them whisper behind my door.
I didn't have any other nightmare that night that I remember, but these turned into something so consecutive that it nearly destroyed my family.
Wild.
I think we've got one more chapter for today.
I definitely want to see what happens to this photo.
This is really compelling.
How are you guys liking this story so far?
For someone, again, I repeated this in the first video, but for someone who claims he is not a writer, Amori.
Has completely enthralled me in his story.
This is great.
I like this.
Terrifying as it is, it is definitely a good story.
Chapter 7.
When I woke up, my mom had already made coffee.
I could smell it from my bed.
I first thought of the coffee and then of my nightmare, the one I lived in, and the one I had the previous night.
All of a sudden, I had a glimmer of hope.
Thought to myself that maybe everything, including my cousin's phone call, Had all been a nightmare produced by my subconscious.
There was no phone call and no pictures.
I got up and felt a little happy.
I didn't see the pictures anywhere around.
I lifted up my mattress, though, and there they were.
In an instant, I got depressed.
I left the pictures there and went to the bathroom.
As I drank my cup of coffee, Mama bombarded me with thousands of questions.
She asked if I wanted to talk to her about what had happened the day before.
I didn't answer, so she kept asking questions Son, what are those pictures your cousin is talking about?
Without answering her, I put my coffee on the table and went to get the pictures.
When I showed them to her, she was mute and had to sit down.
What is this?
Where were these taken?
When?
She asked.
I looked at her straight in the eyes and I told her it was the night in which Mother's Day was celebrated at Casablanca.
Who is this man dressed in black?
I told her I didn't know.
And what about the big headed doll?
I told her I'd Didn't think it was a doll.
I felt sad for my grandmother.
In her face, I saw a lot of confusion and denial of what she was seeing in these pictures.
She told me that the plane in the pictures was very much like the ones seen in the area that seemed they're going to tear the roof off when they flew by.
And what is that other thing with the plane?
I told her I didn't know, but it looked like one of those flying saucers that some people talk about.
Okay, folks, hold on a second.
We got a picture of a gray as well?
We need to know what happens to these pictures.
This is incredible.
While Mama was looking at the pictures, my aunt slowly came up the stairs.
Come and take a look at this, my grandmother said.
When she was handed the pictures, she too had to sit down.
I kept drinking my coffee, and it was Mama who answered her questions.
My cousin was next to come up, and when they showed him the pictures, his jaw dropped.
Nervously, he looked at Mama and my aunt, but he wouldn't look at me or ask me any questions.
I went into the living room and Mama and my aunt came with me.
Danny stayed in the kitchen and placed the pictures face down on the table.
They both insisted I tell them everything that happened.
After I told them what I remembered, we all became silent.
None of us spoke for a while.
They didn't know what to say to me.
Danny broke the silence by asking me what had happened between when I lost consciousness in Labahura and when I woke in that other place where I took those pictures.
I told them that, as incredible as it might seem, I couldn't remember.
My mind was blank.
I told them that no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember.
Not knowing what had happened to you in a time lapse of at least two and a half hours is frustrating and enough to start doubting yourself.
My aunt asked what I planned to do.
I don't know, I said.
I looked at them as if I was in a dream.
I felt everything around me was not real.
I was dazed and very confused.
They wanted answers, but I didn't have them.
I myself wanted answers.
The thought of going back to sleep, of escaping, came back to me.
I asked to be excused, took the pictures, and went back to my room.
Mama asked me if I was going to work that day, and I said no.
I asked her to call work and to tell them I wasn't feeling well.
I looked at the pictures for a long time as I lay on my bed.
I cried in silence.
I separated the pictures from the ones from the damn Cambo so that I could give those back to my cousin.
I put the other ones below my mattress.
Everyone was behind my door, lost in their own thoughts.
Meanwhile, I rolled up in a sheet of inexistence that accompanied me.
That afternoon, I woke up hungry.
The first thing on my mind, however, was not the food, but the pictures and my experience of that morning.
It is still the first thing I think of when I wake up.
I heard the voices, so I got close to the door to try and make them out.
It was my family who'd gotten together in the kitchen and living room.
I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but I didn't want to face them.
I wasn't in the mood to answer all their questions.
I waited as much as I could.
They were all talking when I opened the door.
They stopped and looked at me.
They looked at me like I was from another world.
I lowered my head and, without saying a word, I went to the bathroom.
I didn't hear them talk while I was in there, but when I got out, they all looked at me again in a very strange manner.
Mama, I'm hungry.
It's the first thing I said.
After breaking the ice, they all asked me how I was feeling.
I told them that I was all right, but still a little confused.
Mama and some of my aunts warmed up some food, and my cousins accompanied me to the living room.
The strange thing was that they were treating me like I was handicapped, as if I couldn't walk, and held me by my arms.
Truth be told, I was feeling pretty disoriented and a little dizzy, but maybe it was just that I was hungry.
I noticed they were all anxious.
They wanted to hear about what had happened.
One of my cousins started the interrogation in a very inappropriate manner, and the others followed.
They asked me everything and then some.
The one who started it said he wanted to see the pictures.
I told him where to find them, and I asked him to bring the ones of El Gran Combo so that I could give them to my cousin.
When he came back, everyone gathered around him.
They passed the pictures down before my eyes.
They all got a little older.
They passed the pictures down, and before my eyes, they all got a little older.
Wow!
What a sentence.
For a lot of them, what they had previously thought about things in life had now changed.
For my younger cousins, this was something cool and hip, awesome.
My relatives' little kids asked me if I'd seen an ET in his ship.
Their parents told them to be quiet.
The olders were lost in their thoughts.
Mama brought my food and told them to leave me alone.
When I got up to go eat, they all offered me help in getting to the kitchen.
I thanked them, but I told them that I could make it on my own.
I didn't like being treated that way, like I was sick or something.
I was still thankful that they wanted to help, though.
I couldn't eat in peace, however.
They shot at me with questions, one after another.
Even my grandmother, who had asked them to leave me alone, had now joined them.
I told them to knock themselves out because after they were done and satisfied, I wasn't going to repeat anything.
My uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandmother came up with their own theories.
They then started to argue amongst each other.
Each of them thought that their theory of what had happened to me was the best.
I saw them and heard them.
But it was as if I wasn't there.
My mind was wandering in its own theories and conclusions, all the while trying to recall those lost memories for which I had no explanation.
That night, I received a phone call from my father, who lived on the east side of Puerto Rico.
More family had gathered home, so by the time he called, the house was packed again.
They all went silent to try and hear the conversation, or at least my part of it.
They already called him, so he was already quite up to speed.
He told him that he thought it was all the work of the devil.
My father is part of the Jehovah Witnesses.
I grew up among them, so maybe that's why what my father was telling made sense.
He said that Satan had the power to create UFOs and their crews and everything else having to do with the phenomenon.
He added that Lucifer was capable of anything to confuse humanity, and that those creatures were demons, and the craft was their creation.
He told me that they were capable of taking any physical form they wished.
This I didn't refute, for I knew well, according to what I'd learned when I was a child, that this could be possible.
My father advised me to forget about the matter, put away the pictures, and to spend more time reading the Bible instead of wasting my time with the issue.
I was thinking that maybe he was right.
But the time I hung up, my doubts had started to surface again.
By the time I hung up, my doubts started to surface again.
My family asked what he'd told me.
After I told them, they said they didn't agree.
Now I didn't know what to think.
What in all truth had really happened?
I was only partially conscious of what had happened to me.
At last, my family went away, leaving me alone with Mama.
We started getting ready to go to bed, so we closed the house and I gave Mama a kiss goodnight.
Living a Kind of Lie00:08:23
I locked myself in my room where the windows were still closed.
I grabbed a Bible and started to read on the first page I opened it to.
I read for a while on my bed until sleep overcame me.
Before I turned off the light, I looked at the pictures one more time.
I finally turned off the light and went to sleep in an instant.
I'm walking down a road much like La Bashura, La Bajura, La Bajura, dressed in my uniform.
It's night and he almost grabs me.
He pulls me by the shirt.
I run and run, screaming.
I wake up screaming but haven't realized it's just a nightmare.
The knocks on my door brought me back.
I hear Mama calling, and I opened it.
What's wrong?
I tell her about my nightmare.
My aunt and her son knocked on the front door, and grandmother let them in.
Again?
I heard my aunt ask Mama.
They came to my room and tried to calm me down.
I described to them the nightmare, and they stayed with me for a while.
They told me to try and think of something else.
That remembering that would just do me harm.
That was easy for them to say, but very difficult for me to do.
I could not think of anything else.
This was a recurrent nightmare for a long time.
Though I had others, this was the predominant one.
Not knowing why, I dreamt of destruction, earthquakes, and all kinds of disasters.
In another one of these nightmares, I saw our house floating on the sea like a houseboat and going up and down the big waves until it disappeared.
I always woke up from these nightmares, and therefore I would wake up everyone in the house and sometimes some of the neighbors.
Though I was always met with compassion and understanding, I know they were starting to lose their patience.
I still worked at Casablanca on Fridays and Saturdays.
Some of my cousins took me to work and then picked me up.
According to them, they did it for me as a favor.
In my opinion, and please excuse my honesty, they did it to be there in case something happened again.
I'll never understand why someone would want to go through something like that.
In time, since nothing ever happened, they got tired of coming and going.
I had a little problem at work, and though it was something minor, I used it as an excuse not to work there anymore.
It didn't matter.
I had another job as a janitor, and I had gotten through a friend of my cousin's.
I had started this other job not long after I started to work.
At the nightclub.
By this time, we're almost done here.
We got a few pages left, folks.
I'm still wondering what happened to these photos.
By this time, I almost never left the house at night.
When and if I did, it was with my car full of people.
Through my friends and family, word got around in town of my experience with those beings.
The nightmares continued, and the people in the neighborhood were saying that at home everyone was possessed by the devil.
At night, I started to pretend I was asleep just so my family and neighbors could rest.
I would stay awake the entire night.
I walked the house like a ghost and made sure that all the windows were closed.
Sometimes I would read the Bible and other times I would just sit and think.
I still tried in vain to remember what had happened to me.
I went to work with bags under my eyes and was sleepy all the time.
I slept in the afternoon when I got home.
Sometimes I would have nightmares and I'd scream, but because it wasn't late still, the everyday sounds and noises camouflaged me most of the time.
I was basically a prisoner of my room.
My family and I kept tabs on the news to see if.
There was mention of extraterrestrial ships being chased by military planes.
We also kept checking the newspaper but found nothing.
Meanwhile, I was living a kind of lie.
I gave the impression of leading a normal life or what I considered normal, yet, inside, I was anguished and frustrated.
There were days when I could almost recall what was happening during that lost time.
This actually happened when I tried the least.
All this made me start thinking that I was losing my mind.
Many family members suggested I see a psychiatrist, and others That I go to a spiritualist center.
Going to a psychiatrist seemed absurd to me, probably as absurd as it would seem to him the reasons why I'd seek him.
I didn't even consider the spiritualist center.
I didn't want any more encounters with the unknown.
The days went by, with me living in my own private world, scared and confused, and the rest of the world oblivious of my emotional conflict.
This time of my life was devastating.
I couldn't take it anymore.
On the one hand, I wanted to forget everything, and on the other, I wanted to remember.
I wanted answers.
At the same time, I didn't want to know anything.
I was crazy.
I felt alone, different, and isolated.
I thought my life would never be the same.
All this I shared with my brother Charlie through letters.
My brother, who's a United States Marine, at the time was stationed in Japan with his wife, Mercedes Vicky.
He gave me a very good advice.
It's a shame I didn't follow it.
Charlie told me I should be very careful with those pictures.
He knew from his circle of military friends that there had been cases where the government took people with solid evidence about the existence of extraterrestrial beings and made them disappear from the map.
Not only the evidence, but the people as well.
Okay, so a little foreshadowing here from Brother Charlie as he says, I should have listened to Charlie because clearly some of those pictures went missing, not the ones that we're looking at now, but the ones that.
Are referred to here in this story, the man in black, the bulbous headed creatures.
I get the impression that Amori is obviously deeply traumatized, troubled, and just, I suppose, confused.
It seems like a very depressive state that he's in.
And in a lot of the encounter books that I've read, mirrors that same sense of dread or pointlessness or.
Yeah, just this cloud that hovers over your head constantly after one of these experiences.
You know, as someone, I'm sure like many of the others listening to this video, I'm part of me is like jealous, right?
Not jealous, but maybe a tiny bit envious that he got to live something like this.
But then I'm swiftly reminded that, like many cases, Where people are shown things or greeted, you know, having these close encounters.
It's a bit of a curse.
These people are deeply traumatized and affected.
Their life has changed forever.
They have to pretend going on living a normal life.
Meanwhile, this dark, sinister sort of feeling is living inside them, and all people care about is the story.
You know, I remember when Travis Walton was sitting across from me in The SCIF and I was poking and prodding at his story to try and.
Dig up more information, and I realize now how empty that must have felt for him.
You know, I did it to, you know, potentially conjure up some information that we hadn't accessed before to perhaps, you know, have him remember something.
But I also did it so that people could hear it.
But I can imagine his reluctance and annoyance at people prodding into the information, forgetting.
That there is a deeply troubled human being on the other side of that information that struggles probably to this day with what he experienced.
So I'm a little bit, I'm very grateful for reading this.
I mean, this is the joy of reading, you know, becomes cathartic and you do learn through other people's experiences, at least if only a little bit.
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Folks, thank you so much for joining me.
I have a feeling.
I mean, I can't put this book down at this point.
I have a feeling we have to read on because I have to know was there an interaction with the man in black?
How did these pictures, you know, lose themselves?
Were they stolen?
Were they destroyed?
And then how come he still has these ones?
And was there any follow up?
This is something I'm going to throw out there to the world, but also to my research team over at Area 52.
We got to come up with some sightings in Cabo Rojo in 1988 in Puerto Rico.
Are there any corroborating evidence?
A piece of evidence or sightings that could shed some light on Amori's case.
That would be very, very interesting to find out, folks.
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