Ultraterrestrial Contact investigates the most extreme and bizarre UFO reports—the cases that most UFO investigators are afraid to tackle—and presents a radical new quantum approach to understanding the contact phenomenon.
When Philip Imbrogno collaborated with famed UFO researcher Dr. J. Allen Hynek on Night Siege, Dr. Hynek requested that the more sensational cases of “high strangeness”—claims of contact with not only alien intelligence, but also demons, djinn, and otherdimensional beings—remain unpublished. Hynek thought the reports would detract from the credibility of the entire extraterrestrial investigation field. This book reveals, for the first time, the details of these controversial reports and presents Imbrogno’s startling scientific conclusions from his thirty years of research into the alien contact phenomenon.
Genies have long been a part of our cultural lexicon, from Aladdin's lamp to I Dream of Jeannie to various literary tales. But are they really the harmless wish granters we in the West perceive them to be? According to Philip Imbrogno, co-author of The Vengeful Djinn, the answer is no. The Djinn are an ancient race, older than mankind, and they are indeed to be feared.
The number of men and women who claim to have encountered alien beings is growing, and hundreds (if not thousands) can be found in just the United States and Canada alone. While many of these individuals are likely in contact with nothing other than their own overactive imagination, others may well have had a true encounter with a being outside our known reality. Philip Imbrogno, author of Ultraterrestrial Contact, explores the truth to these encounters.
The first edition of Night Siege reported UFO sightings in the Hudson Valley only to the year 1986. The sightings…continued well into the mid-1990s, but in far fewer numbers since early 1985. Unlike the astonishing incidents that occurred in 1983 and 1984, the UFO rarely made low-altitude passes over heavily populated areas and was no longer seen by thousands over a period of a few hours....
With each puff of her cigarette she breathed in desolation and exhaled grand sorrow. Her long and crimson-colored fingers wrung in worry, and the anguished misery and loneliness trickled down her face, aching from a missing that was called grief. The veil was so thick that even her sight had been taken, leaving her in an empty cavern of complete... read this article