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Moving in the realms of wonder is second nature to the UFO enigma... This is a very real
documentation of the multi-level depths of the phenomenon, and how it shapes our everyday reality.
by Gil McDonald, Sr.
Millions of stars to burn a living death,
Planets and suns whirling, spinning and turning,
Running the mad race until out of breath,
Always longing, desiring and yearning,
Forever there to destroy and create,
Until the game at last is checkmate.
Clouds of putrid vapor and gaseous fumes,
Glorious and serene in their black solitude,
Fungus and slime in filthy lagoons,
Naked atoms, battling, vulgar and lewd,
Beings of vast and mighty ignorance
Creating beings of repugnant resemblance.
This magnificent, fasinating Universe,
With all of it's madness, passions and creations,
Is our world, our body, our blessing and curse.
To hate it or love it is little consolation.
But were I to perish, I never would be glad.
Better to be mad and live among the mad.
Written by Gil McDonald Sr. at age 22
who has spent endless hours observing, highly trained in the same manner and standing as any other law
enforcement official. A man who took his job seriously, knowing he was the only safeguard in place protecting us
from the convicted criminal. Looking for the unusual, the out of place, but not for anything alien mind you.
Constantly scanning his surroundings for the possible escapee, doing his job one night he saw something...
something very definitely out of place. What Gil saw would take him on the most fantastic ride of his life, into a
place rarely experienced by the conscious human being. But first lets go to the very beginning, to a young Gil
McDonald. It is said that sometimes when a person has an extraordinary experience, it's like a switch is turned on
in them. Everything around them changes, they experience life on a different level. Many feel it almost a religious
experience that leads them into the realms of esoteric teachings. Gil and a few others have taken it to another
level, they are the watchers. They end up in the military, or law enforcement, { as Gil did } some become physicists,
others computer specialists. Everyone of them know that something is going on and they apply that knowledge to
what they do in our everyday world. Then out of the blue it's back... larger, more intense, almost overwhelming. FRJ
Gil McDonald Senior's "first" encounter.
June 1970, Alien Mothership
I can easily remember the year. I had just returned from a High School reunion in my hometown. At the time I was
living near Fort Worth, Texas and had been there for a few years. I had a small house in the suburb of River
Oaks. My house was on a hill about five miles east of Carswell Air Force Base. That was before Bill Clinton shut
down many of our stateside bases so he could send more of our tax dollars to be spent in foreign countries.
Anyway, Carswell Air Force Base was fully functional and an important financial resource to the local area.
General Dynamics, Lake Worth and White Settlement surrounded Carswell Air Force Base. After my family and I
returned home from the reunion my wife and two sons were sleepy and ready for an early afternoon nap. This was
June and the weather was really sweet that day. As my family napped I was answering a call from nature and
thinking about the flying lessions I had been taking. I looked out of the open window to watch the huge fluffy
clouds go slowly floating by. The front of my house faced East the back was to the West. I was looking out the
window to the Southwest when a flash of something from the Northwest caused me to turn my head just in time to
see the Mothership. It was less than two miles in that direction and at a very low altitude. It could not have been
more than a few hundred feet above ground level at that point. It was coming from the area of Carswell Air Force
Base but a large portion of the Mothership was already burried in a huge cloud to the front of the craft. It was
moving slowly Eastward and into the cloud. I watched and tried to mentally record as much as I could about the
appearance of the craft.
All this time I was wondering what it was. I had served in the Air Force and knew aircraft. This was something that I
had never even heard rumored, even in Top Secret data. Finally it was totaly enveloped by the cloud. I had not
heard any engines of any kind and I was wondering, even then, about power source. As it was covered by the
cloud I could see the swirling of the cloud near the end of the ship indicating the movement of air as this large
object moved into its cover. By the time I could get to the front door I could not tell one cloud from another. When
I first started looking at the Mothership this is what I saw. That the front was already into the cloud cover, but the
portion that I could see had to be at least seventy yards long. The entire ship looked to be made of a very shiny
one piece metal shape. It looked as if someone had taken a tremendous sized chunk of metal and shaped the
outside, then cut the portals, then cleared out the space on the inside for the instruments, equipment and crew.
Thus the exterior surface was (with the exception of the portals) one solid piece of metal and would withstand
tremendous stress. There were three huge round portals on the side that I could view. They were dark as if they
were made to keep out the light. Each portal was surounded by huge, thick frame work and each circular frame
had four (placed at top, bottom & on each side) pieces of U shaped thick metal going over the frame with the head
of what must have been a huge bolt showing (one each at all four positions) fastening all of this to the body of the
craft. Each of the portals dark area was surely more than twenty or thirty feet in diameter. There was about twenty
feet between each portal (and several feet from the top & bottom to the curveing outline of the body) and after the
last portal the ship body narrowed slowly and came to a small rounded end. The ship was near enough and large
enough that I could see what looked like buff marks from a huge buffing wheel on the bright metalic surface of the
ship. The afternoon sun was to the west, behind and to the south of the ship and I could see shadows showing the
thickness of the framework around the portals. Each piece of framework had to be more than a foot thick.
In those days there was no internet and one computer used most of the space in a large building. There were no
digital cameras and public libraries carried no information about UFOs and anybody who talked about seeing one
was considered to be mentally unstable. Some things never change.
Years later when I was attending a law enforcement academy one of our instructors was an FBI agent who said his
hobby was UFOs and he would like to hear any experiences any class members had to relate. There were a
couple. When I told him about the one I had seen and drew a picture he mocked me and said that couldn't be,
because the ship was not streamlined due to the large frame around the portals. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't
an AIRplane, it was a SPACEship. But I kept that comment to myself.
I am like so many others out there. All of these years I have searched the magazines looking for a picture of that
particular type of Mothership. Never did I have any idea that some day I would get so much real exposure to the
aliens and some of their craft. I have always wondered about the true motivation of that FBI agent. I think they
already know more than they will ever admit.
{ I'm with you there Gil... FRJ }
Contact Gil, go to links on front page and click on Cosmostarman
The Gil McDonald,Sr. Story Continues...
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