r/UF0 • u/Constant_Head_3276 • 2d ago
Theory / Hypothesis ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ ๐ช๐ต๐ผ ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ โ ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ง ๐ ๐๐๐๐
A little over 29 kilometers northwest of Trinity lay the Padilla family farm.
Periodically, Jose, nine-year-old, often assisted by his friend "Reme" (Remigio) Baca, seven-year-old, would ride their horses and check all the fences on the large farm leased from the Bureau of Land Management, where the Padilla family raised cattle, to ensure they weren't broken, as much of the daily work on the property was delegated to Jose.
A few days earlier, Jose's father, Faustino, who worked for the Federal Refuge in a development, El Bosque Del Apache near San Antonio, at the W.P.A. (Work Projects Administration of the Civilian Conservation Corps), had asked Josรฉ and Reme to find a cow about to calve and check on her, as she was about to give birth and they wanted to ensure they caught her before someone else did and branded her.
When, in August 16, 1945, a Thursday, exactly 30 days after the bomb test at Trinity, the two young boys, Jose Padilla and Reme Baca, while were doing various chores on the Padilla Ranch at San Antonito, near San Antonio, New Mexico, they saw a brilliant light, accompanied by a crunching sound.
Eventually, they came upon a long gouge in the earth, at the end of which lay a dull grey avocado-shaped craft, with a protuberance towards the end, which could be seen through the smoke from its burning Wreckage.
Scattered among the debris were pieces of shiny tin-foil-like metal. A piece that had become lodged under a rock unfolded itself instantly. It was kept at the ranch home for a number of years.
When it first crashed and they first went in to the crash site, there were some pieces of material that looked like angel hair. It was used in that era, when people didn't have electricity. The material was similar to angel hair. Reme also found a piece of shiny metal.
The very first afternoon during the storm, when the object plowed into the hillside and came to rest with a big open gash, and several creatures in obvious distress inside the damaged craft.
The creatures were ugly to them at first, their heads looked like a campamocha, they looked like heck, a bug, praying mantis.
They had big bulgy eyes, the children don't know whether they were exactly four feet tall, it's just an estimate. Four foot tall, and they were real thin, needle-thin arms.
Either they were wearing real tight coveralls, or their grey skin was real tight.
And they slid, instead of walking or running, like they willed themselves from one place to another.
Jose and Reme were looking at the craft through one set of binoculars, they were taking turns. Jose was looking, but they couldn't directly look into their eyes, but what they felt was this pure sorrow, really felt sorry for them because Jose and Reme could feel their pain. They seemed like them, children.
The anguish of the little creatures seemed to get transmitted to Reme. When the craft had passed over the landscape and plowed into the hillside, triggering a rise in temperature, fog and smoke, time itself had seemed to change. Now the kids "feel pure sorrow," as if that overwhelming emotion had been communicated to them by these creatures that are not human, creatures that can move from one place to another seemingly by instant gliding, yet " seem like them, children.
Jose was curious about the creatures too, he wanted to help them. Jose tried to talk Reme into going into the object to help them, and Reme trying to avoid it, yet Reme concerned too.
They stayed a half hour to 45 minutes where those beings were.
Reme and Jose still stayed there. Jose was curious about the creatures too, he wanted to help them. Jose tried to talk me into going into the object to help them, and Reme trying to avoid it, yet he concerned too.
They don't know what the heck they are, who they are, and what they are doing there. Reme don't feel good about it. Something kept them there. Because they were trying to figure it out.
So then eventually they had to leave, to go back to the ranch.
It was now Day Three, Saturday August 18 and two men, namely Jose's father and a State policeman, were about to climb aboard the crashed vehicle from Elsewhere. Nothing much had happened on Friday, because the kids had been kept away by Jose's father, Faustino, who needed help with gardening chores, so Jose and Reme only drove back to the site on Saturday, using the family truck, guiding Faustino and the officer to the actual spot.
At that time, namely Day number Three, Jose came over to him house, and Reme went with him to his house, where they met Eddie Apodaca who was a State Policeman, and a friend of the family. Faustino had asked him to go with them to the crash site. They rode in the State Police car, and they rode in the pickup truck. They drove as far as they could get with the vehicles, and they walked the rest of the way to the crash site. When they got close to the crash site, looking down from the hill, they couldn't see the object.
After crossing dry riverbeds, canyons, and hills, standing on top of a hill, looking down in the direction where Jose and Reme had seen the object, it was no longer visible to them at that moment. Without explanation, they simply couldn't see it; it seemed to have disappeared.
Jose said, "Well, I don't know what's going on here."
Eddy and Faustino asked, "What did you say you saw?"
His answer was, "It's down there, but we can't see it."
Faustino said, "Let's go down and take a look."
They started to descend and then they saw it. The object was covered in debris.
Then Reme asked Faustino, "How come we couldn't see it from up there?" He replied that he didn't know.
The object was almost invisible; Reme could barely see it.
Then they got there and they said, "Okay, stay here, we're going in."
So they went in and Reme and Jose stood there, sat down and watched them. And they were in there five or ten minutes and came out. They had a change of attitude, a complete change of attitude. They were almost like different people. They had seen something they'd never seen before.
"They came out and said, "Okay. Here's the way it is. I want you guys to listen. This is very difficult. You're under oath. You don't tell anybody about this, not your brother, not your cousin, not your mother, not your father, that's our business. We'll take care of that. And the reason for this is, that you can get in trouble. We want to keep you out of trouble." So Reme and Jose agreed to that and they gave them a really big lecture, and so they took it very serious.
The military was there before when a report had been made to White Sands headquarters and they had taken the creatures.
The Army detail sent to recover the craft came from White Sands Proving Grounds to the East. The military contingent would have driven west on Old US-85.
The craft itself took days to get taken out of there!
First, the military would bring in some road building equipment, build a new road and a gate, bring in a semi-truck with a low-boy trailer, build a frame on the trailer, bring in a crane, and load the craft onto the tractor trailer.
Back home in mid-afternoon, but eager to return to the site. Jose and Reme were working in that area, they had some fences to fix, and fence poles to replace. There were cattle with calves around there, also.
Finally, Jose and Reme got there, on horseback, and came in from a different direction looking from the opposite side of the ridge, they saw some military people picking up stuff, but they wasn't there all the time.
Jose and Reme go down and get some of the debris and threw it in this crevice and they tried to cover it with dirt and rocks. After the two Jeeps left, it was already getting dark and they had to get home.
Jose en Reme go down and get some of the debris and threw it in this crevice and they tried to cover it with dirt and rocks. The discarded material picked up from the object it was about four inches wide, and it was almost fifteen inches long. After the two Jeeps left, it was already getting dark and they had to get home, the kids used the metal from the unknown craft to fix the backup pin of the well on Faustino's property.
On the fourth day, Sunday, August 19 th, Jose came to house of Reme, they picked some chiles, green peppers, tomatoes because the Baca had a vegetable garden and the Padilla didn't. Reme and Jose filled a couple of bags with vegetables, and they took one to house of Jose.
Jose and Reme went in the back door. And as they go in, there was a military vehicle in front and there's a soldier there at the screen door talking to dad of Jose, Faustino, so they go around the back and in through the kitchen to join them. Faustino says, "Come on in here, boys." So they joined him and he's talking to a Latino, Sergeant R. Avila, and he invites him in. Sergeant Avila says, "I'm with the US Army and what I need to do is get permission from you to go in and cut the fence and put in a gate, because we have one of our experimental weather balloons that inadvertently fell on your property. We need to recover that, so we need permission to do that." So his dad says, "Why can't you come in through the cattle guard like everybody else, instead of cutting my fence down?" And Avila says, because the equipment that we're going to bring in is wider than your cattle guard, it won't fit through there." He says, in the meantime, you have a gate that locks up and we need to have a key so we can get in there and cut that fence, and put in a gate." He goes on, 'We'll put in a good gate for you. And then we need to bring in some road-building equipment, some graders and so forth and see if we can grade a road to get that truck in there to get that weather balloon out of there'."
So finally Jose's father says, "Okay." They both spoke mostly in Spanish. He says, "Okay, go ahead and do that." And Avila says, "Keep an eye on the place and make sure nobody goes there because you know, this is really important, you know, we don't let anybody know about it. We don't want to cause any trouble for anybody, and so try and keep an eye on it, so nobody that hasn't any business going there, doesn't go there."
And so, Faustino said, "OK," and Sergeant Avila left, and that's when they officially began the process of preparing the area to take the object away.
Sr. Brothy's B-29 bomber group, the 231 st at Alamogordo Army Air Force in New Mexico, recovered this spacecraft August 15-17, 1945, his commanding officer, General Maurice Arthur Preston, did leave him in charge there until the next day when Army Colonel Turner took over.
Then, the construction of the new gate and the new road begun on Monday, August 20th, although it would have taken a couple of days to build a dirt road strong enough to safely hold an eighteen-wheeler hauling away an "experimental weather balloon" that weighs several tons...
The war had ended, and a lot of the soldiers had been restricted to Stallion Site for the last 90 days. One of the soldiers that married Jose's cousin years later thought it wasn't a weather balloon.
However, the men weren't wearing protective clothing, they were not available. They were wearing fatigues, they put up a tent, played a radio, western music, listening to Bing Crosby or the Andrew Sisters at the cafรฉ singing "Don't fence me in," or Doris Day in Sentimental Journey.... There was one guy there at the tent, and two or three working, picking up the debris.
They bring in this tractor-trailer, they have a welder, acetylene welder, and they build this rack so they can get the craft on it because it's got to go on sideways. They had to go under the overpass at a forty-five degree angle in order to clear it. They put a tarp on it and tie it up.
Using their brand new road, the Army has driven up with a large truck and they've brought a crane which, knowing the size of the object, must have been 15 or 20 feet tall. On the final day, Reme saw them lift the craft and drag it onto the tractor-trailer.
Don't there was a formal alien craft recovery-training course! They weren't aware that this was an Alien ship, and the kids weren't either.
Those soldiers picking up pieces of disintegrated metal that they were pushing into that hole there. They were supposed to pick this up, and bundle it and put it into a box or something, to take it in. They didn't. They were too lazy to work. They just went and pushed it into a little crevice, and put dirt on top of it.
The pieces that the soldiers were pushing with their foot, they were little pieces that you can just pick them up with your hand, It's pieces of disintegrated metal like cast iron.
The pieces of metal there, that these guys were shoveling into the crevice, were probably pieces of a hinge or a bracket that was holding that panel together.
The soldiers come and go, they eat at the nearby diner while the kids, equally unsupervised, pick up stuff on the hillside and save pieces to play with them later: There is some bright spider web, or angel hair, which we glorify now by calling it fiber optics: It is saved as a curiosity. And the metal strip with the strange properties is put to good use in later years when the family needs to fix a windmill.
These soldiers went to the Owl Bar and Cafรฉ a lot. That's where they went for lunch, that's where they went for dinner.
In 1945, the Owl Bar and Cafรฉ was open โ the only place to stop โ 193 kilometers from Los Alamos to Trinity... Oppenheimer was a very thin man, very thin indeed, he wore a little hat.
The scientists of the Manhattan project used to come to the Owl Bar for food but also to buy common staples: It was the only basic market for many miles around. Security in the area was intense: When they saw the serious men, always carrying leather briefcases full of papers, other customers thought they were business types, perhaps insurance executives. The Army counter-intelligence agents may have encouraged that idea, and it would be many years before the locals realized they had eaten their meals in the same room as Robert Oppenheimer, Hans Bethe, Enrico Fermi, Phillip Morrison or Edward Teller, the princes of international physics. Von Neumann himself had been there. And yes, that dilapidated structure across the street was the ruined compound where some of the scientists stayed at the time of the Trinity atomic tests.
They would arrive there, where they would stop at night, with a caravan of cars. But the flatbed truck was at the accident site, quite far from the Owl Bar and Cafรฉ, so, on the last night, Reme and Jose decided to jump and retrieve that piece of a panel.
When the recovery comes to its conclusion. Using their brand new road, the Army has driven up with a large truck and they've brought a crane which, knowing the size of the object, must have been 15 or 20 feet tall. On the final day, Reme saw them lift the craft and drag it onto the tractor-trailer.
The Army detachment would have left the scene in Saturday, August 25th. After those days of work at the site, the craft was safely leaning on its side so it wouldn't hit the overpass, covered with a light blue tarp tied to the sides of the tractor-trailer rig. The soldiers were ready to drive it away, back to the White Sands Proving Grounds.
Reme and Jose watch them drive the truck outside the gate and they got the tarp tied up nice and neat. They waited for a while and then everybody took off in military pickups to the Owl Bar and Cafรฉ.
Reme and Jose worked your way up there and where the crevice was, the military had run the grader through it, so nobody would even know that a crevice existed. Then the boys worked our way outside the fence, towards the back of the truck and stepped it off. If you made a big enough step it was three feet. That's the measurements they had: 25 to 30 feet long and about 14 feet tall. And then looked at the underneath part of the craft, because they had not seen this part of it, it was partly underground. So now they get to see the whole thing. Boy, this thing is a monster, it's big. Now they can see the bottom. And in the bottom it's got like three little indentations, little grooves under there, on each side. (...) And so, Jose pulls part of the tarp off, exposing the gash on the side of the craft, while Reme hold the tarp open. Jose climbs into the gash.
He went inside the hole and Reme was partially in, holding the tarp, letting the light in. First, there's nothing hardly in there.
Jose did see a two and one half feet big panel attached to the rear wall, to the bulkhead, and a one way fastener, that's what was holding this bracket-type piece on the intact panel attached to the inside curved wall, with a metal device that swivelled that was located on the bulkhead, the rear wall, with serrated fasteners inside the holes. The pins were yellow...
He tried to jerk it off and he couldn't, so then Jose and Reme went and got a cheater bar, something like a crow bar, called a "cheater bar" in the trucking industry, used for testing the tightness of the chains holding the load down, from the front of the tractor-trailer...
In there Reme saw other colored stuff, a silvery colored strands of what he would compare to angel hair. No seats or anything, nothing...any instruments, like gages, clocks, steering wheel, brake pedals, nothing like that.
Part of that ship was darker on the bottom part than the top, lighter gray, even the outside of the craft was all smooth. There were scratches on the outside panel.
Jose and Reme tried to hurry, they were afraid of being discovered. So Reme wanted a piece of the metal... and so they took that.
On April 6, 2019, Paola and her able assistant, Bill Crowley, an investigator from Los Angeles who had field research experience, visited the Stallion Gate.
The men in black gave a formal alien craft recovery-training course! They organized crews in special biohazard suits with sanitized equipment.
On October 1, 1947, the men in black signed, on behalf of United States President Harry S. Truman, documents for Majestic 12 (MJ-12), a committee composed of high-level scientists, military leaders, and senior US government officials, in order to formalize the ultra-secret agency MIB - the acronym M, from the Egyptian "MMM", the hieroglyph (๐ณ), in modern Egyptian Arabic "mim" (ู ) to the Semitic (mฤ(y)-), or "Mem" and "Mayim" (๐ค) in Phoenician, "em" (๐) in Etruscan, Mu or "Mi", (M, ฮผ) in Greek, M, รชme, in Latin, and "Ma'im" (ืืื), ื for M in its normal form and ื for M in its final form (Mem Sofit), in Hebrew, which mean water or waters, context often used, for people, already in modern contexts MJ (eng.), derived from (mฤ(y)-) like my and mj, with men, from Old English menn, the plural of man, from Old English mann, originating from "Mem" (๐ค) and "Ma'im" (ืืื), as well as "Ma'am", a respectful abbreviation of the English feminine pronoun "madam", from Old French "ma dame", my lady, so that there are also Women in Black; where "in" (eng.), from the Old English "inne", inside, and later "inn", house, dwelling and refuge, originates from the Latin "em", which means "in", "inside" or "on", indicating place or movement, sifted to "I", now the letter I, in Egyptian, used to be represented, both for "I", and for "Y" by reeds, the hieroglyph (๐), sometimes two of these (๐๐), in modern Egyptian Arabic yฤสพ (ู), from the Proto-Canaanite both to the Phoenician Yodh, (๐ค), the "folded hand over the open wrist of Xerxes", which means "arm", as to the Hebrew "Yod" (ื), from which both I and J were derived ฮฯฯฮฑ or Iแนta, (ฮ, ฮน), in Greek, ๐ in Roman, Etruscan and Latin, now the letter N, from the Egyptian hieroglyph (๐) or (๐), water, in modern Egyptian Arabic "Nลซn" (ู), Phoenician "Num", (๐ค), fish, in Hebrew "Nun" (ื , ื), whenever at the beginning or middle of the word (ื ), and whenever at the end of the word, Nun Sofit, (ื), in Greek, "Ni" (ฮ, ฮฝ), absent in Roman, "nullus", in Etruscan "Nun", (N, n) in Latin "En" (N, n); "Black", from the Anglo-Saxon blรฆc, dark black ink, from the Proto-Germanic *blakkaz, burnt, root *bhel-, meaning to shine, burn, sparkle, in turn, the letter B, in itself, was initially represented by an Egyptian hieroglyph ๐, which represented a house, in modern Egyptian Arabic "bฤสพ" (ุจ), as well as in the proto-Semitic proto-language, in Phoenician, "Bรชt" (๐ค), both Bet, Beth, Vet, as well as in Hebrew, "Bet" or "Vet" (ื), in Greek, "Beta" (ฮ, ฮฒ), in Etruscan, "Be" (๐), additionally transcribed ๐, as well as the numeral 8, and Roman, "Be" (B, b), and in Latin, also "Be" (B, b); In Egyptian, 12 is composed of โฉII, a symbol (โฉ) that resembles M, plus the symbols II, which resemble the letter I; while in Phoenician, 12 is represented by ๐ค๐ค, that is, two simple vertical bars, II, similar to the letter I, and a horizontal bar that resembles the letter J, the smallest letter of the Hebrew alphabet, ื (yod); In Hebrew, 12, which represents something complete, organized, and instituted, is written as ืฉื ืืึพืขืฉืจ (masc.), transliterated schloscha-asar, and ืฉืชืืึพืขืฉืจื (fem.), transliterated schtejm-esre, in Greek, ฮII, ฮฮญฮบฮฑ ฮฯฮฟ, (dรฉka dรญo), in Etruscan, XII (ลar zal), in Roman and Latin, XII (decem duo) - Men in Black, a popular name since, in 1953, the editor Albert K. Bender was threatened by three men wearing black suits and hats, after publishing an account of the Maury Island Incident, in which a man in a black suit driving a black 1947 Buick warned Harold Dahl that it would be better to remain silent about the incident, on June 21, 1953. In 1947, six enormous donut-shaped aircraft were spotted from their boat by Harold Dahl and his son, and debris eventually fell, killing their dog. Although the official name of the Men in Black is Majestic-12, from acronyms Majic-12, Maj. 12, M12, and finally MIB, also written in other languages โโas ๐ณ ๐ ๐, ู ูุจ ,ืื ื, ๐ค๐ค๐ค, ฮIฮ and ฮฒฮนฮผ, in Greek boustrophedon, or ฮIฮ and ฮผฮนฮฒ, ๐I๐, MIB.