The Biggest UFO Flap In United States History!

First there was the biggest UFO Flap in United States History. The Summer of Saucers 1952 knew UFOs to damn near land on the White House lawn but certainly impinge upon Washington airspace prohibited by consequences of deadly force! Jets were scrambled into launched futility at UFOs violating that airspace again and again. Orders were issued to jets all over the country to _SHOOT THEM DOWN_! On September 12, there were 21 hours and change of continuous UFO sightings over the United States. Jets were launched. At the same time, there are credited reports of UFOs being forced down in obvious mechanical distress. One such incident occurred on the old Fisher Farm in Flatwoods West Virginia.

...Sounds a little like secret and undeclared war with ET, eh?

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FLATWOODS MONSTER CHRISTMAS EVE SHOW!

******* FLATWOODS MONSTER CHRISTMAS EVE SHOW *********

'Twas the night before Christmas

When all through the house

Not a creature was stirring...

Uh-oh... Not this year people!

Wait! What?
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This Christmas eve—gather 'round the fireplace—hold onto your red hat—grab hold of your jingle bells and take a big hit of the fortified EggNog!  Be prepared, friends and loved ones, to hear a story of a different kind this Christmas eve that will have you at the edge of your sleigh seat!

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See, this year there will be real "creatures" stirring about the house on December 24!  Frank C. Feschino, Jr. appears as a guest on Dark Matter Radio with host Martin Willis. This Christmas eve, tune in to have another visitor besides Santa Claus down the chimney, perhaps, when author Frank C. Feschino, Jr. talks about his investigation into the infamous "Flatwoods Monster"!   His latest book details the entire "Braxton County Monster" incident, forgetting a secret air war with ET!  Remember, reader, Flatwoods is the END of the story.
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First you have to wade UFOs making effortless incursions into sensitive airspace around Washington DC during the Summer Of Saucers in 1952, orders subsequently issued to the military of the United States to shoot those UFOs down, 21 plus hours of sustained UFO activity on the 12th, a crash landing of a fiery ball on the Bailey Fisher observed by sober adults and children... and then you can start talking about a "Flatwoods monster"... followed by a HUGE aftermath, eh?  Those are the facts.
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Frank Feschino, the authority on this terrifying close encounter incident of September 12, 1952, will be discussing his findings on this classic case, which he has spent more than 22-years investigating and researching. The incident goes something like this: "When what to my wandering eyes should appear... was a 12-foot-tall creature—wearing encounter-suit space gear."
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For information to hear the show please go to (http://darkmatterradio.net/shows/podcast-ufo/)
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For additional information about Frank Feschino's research and book (plus 45 minute documentary) please go to www.FlatwoodsMonster.com

Wait... What?!

Feschino, at the "TREE" taking tree samples
for analysis with a MUFON STAR team.
Analysis was inconclusive...

Wait... What?!

In 2004 I was fresh from a substantive and emotionally messy donnybrook of the ufological kind.  This regrettable kerfuffle involving the man called Mortellaro was the result of a knowing betrayal of my trust—neatly and before the fact—a betrayal as regards some kind of corporeal thread or inroad into this thing we're all interested in involving UFOs.

I'd bet on the wrong horse, frankly, and been humiliatingly hoaxed.  Husband, father, grandfather, Air combat Veteran, Retired Army officer, Master Army Aviator, Summa college graduate, and aspiring writer on non-fiction, I was once burned, now, and maybe three times shy. 

Decidedly, I was not ripe for any subsequent story the likes of the "Flatwoods Monster": ostensibly, a claw-handed forest nixie sporting a sweet-sixteen skirt and Darth Vader cape—a cape tricked out with a collar high in the back like a big ace of spades. It was like something from of a bad Flash Gordon knock-off, sincerely—that, in 1952, and shooting red beams from its moribund eyes while oozing evil smelling gas, had "spooked a bunch of hillbillies in the hills of West Virginia."  I was a fool, eh?  Yes, yes I was.  Such are the uninformed, always judging a book by its cover or first authoritative seeming explanation.

I now know Frank Feschino and have known him...well, even when I didn't know I knew him, actually.  We'd met even not introduced. Stanton Friedman would take care of that later.  I digress.

At a Project Awareness UFO Conference last Century in 1996 he embarrassed me, a tad, in front of Stanton Friedman.  The reader thinks, perhaps, that this might put your writer even further "off" the silly Flatwoods tale.  It certainly could have.  I'd likely never have bought Frank's book and perhaps even written off Stanton Friedman.  I would have served myself ill as it turned out.

The story briefly: after meeting Friedman for the first time and making the classic blunder of calling him "Doctor Friedman," and after suffering the obligatory admonishment not to do so—"No Free Degrees"—I rather juvenilely  gushed that I had been "following him for years."  Frank, sitting at Friedman's book table, immediately quipped, "Hey Stan, it's lookin' like you might need another one of those restrainin' orders." There was some small laughter in the large group around Friedman.  I hope I didn't go—too pathetically—red.  I was nonplussed.  General Officers didn't mock me like that, even caught short...  

...Eh.  I sucked it up.

The years ticked by.  Passed the Project Awareness conference I continued to "follow" Stanton Friedman—along with my (then) "triad" of Ufological Stalwarts Robert Hastings and Richard Dolan explained below—discovering along the way that Stanton Friedman was cultivating an interest in a convoluted affair regarding that same "Flatwoods Monster" mentioned above.  Luckily for us both I didn't know the guy who huckle-berried me in front of Friedman was the "Flatwoods Guy," at all, or these words would have perhaps never been written.  I don't know.  I don't aspire to the petty, but I could be petty sometimes, regrettably.

It remained, my incredulity and disappointment with Friedman over this Flatwoods affair was, well... profound.  C'mon!  The Flatwoods affair was wild blueberry and horse-muffin nuts!  ...Though, real irony is the subsequent discovery that the stark and very citation heavy and so very demonstrated reality, corporeality, and existentiality of the Flatwoods tale, reader, is even more nuts.  It works like that sometimes.  Wait... what?! 

We were all into the cynical new Century, 9/11 was behind us even if a still fresh wound, and I, as already alluded, was still raw with my own wounds wrought of a virulent hoaxer's singularly psychopathic betrayal... ...but it was Stanton Friedman, reader!  I was intrigued and I owed Stan the benefit of a reasoning doubt! 

Still!  What possible interest could Stanton Friedman have in a bunch of uneducated hillbillies who can't tell a space monster—and a stupid looking one, at that—from a barn owl... ...even if a heavy battalion of men and equipment were dispatched to the area—immediately, boat to bazookas—to deal with it.  Wait... what?!

Reader, that only begins the "disconnect," eh?  Entirely, then, on the recommendation of Stanton Friedman, I wrote Frank and asked him for a review copy of his book.  I had to see what it was about and what could compel a man like Friedman to get so hard behind Frank's book that he'd even write the foreword and afterword to same!  Tractor and Caboose!

Enticed to the edge of this shiny new rabbit hole, then, and cutting to the chase, I found ample reason to dive in, headlong.  See, what I discovered in the long fall were not "uneducated hillbillies spooked by haunts in the mountains" but responsible, adequately educated, and wholly with-it country people—people who knew what a freakin' barn owl was by God—and people who thought they were either effecting a rescue on some kind of a crashed plane covered in flames, or they were picking up pieces of a meteorite ...silently... falling to Earth.  Wait... what?!

The reader discovers "Wait... what?!" becoming a familiar refrain.  Here's four more: that there was a heavy and immediate military involvement, that the area was swamped with tens of thousands of the compelled curious, that the case was heavily featured in the Air Force's then classified Project Blue Book and then obsessed over by the media of that time... all this begs the question as to exactly what did occur in those hills immediately south of Flatwoods on September 12th, 1952.  There is much, much more, reader, than can even be alluded to in this piece.  Buy the book!

Famed researcher Ivan Sanderson wrote in that same Flatwoods antiquity that something occurred on that fateful night, but that what occurred was "part of an unknowably big picture" he couldn't glean or get a perspective on. Feschino, frankly, has gleaned that perspective and has perceived the big picture.

What Feschino has painstakingly compiled since 1996 is a mass of Data Points revealed from reliable military and civilian sources.  These indicated something surpassed the "requirements to enter the unlit and unhallowed black-felt halls of the highly strange," reader... a bizarre tale of the harassed occupants of UFOs shot from the sky by the Air Forces of the United States... on the authority of official orders to shoot those UFOs down when our forces encountered them!  Wait, it gets weirder than that.

In and of these data points, comparatively unremarkable and ufologically prosaic when taken by themselves—much like dabs of pointillistic paint—as one zooms out from them in reflection on their obvious relationship to each other, remember, they actually paint a picture in the corporeal as compelling and as detailed as the Mona Lisa.  The image is there.  The "Monster" is real.  

Moreover, the Flatwoods Monster Affair is a "myth," reader, only in as much as a wholesale fiction—which the Flatwoods story only resembles—would already be forgotten, right?  See, a Myth is only a myth—as the late and renowned educator Joseph Campbell took pains to point out—because there is an existential reality there at the taproot, a reality providing the support and substantiation required to power it forward through time from its hoary beginning!  The Flatwoods Monster incident is a highly strange reality, reader.  Let a truly intrepid Frank Feschino lead you through it.

Closing, I had remarked about a "triad" of UFO researchers above, who, when taken together are so compelling about the reality of the UFO that one cannot read their books without being given pause on the very stark and corporeal actuality of same.  That "triad" is now a "quadrature," reader.  Frank Feschino—with top marks for seriousness, sobriety, and intelligent succinctness—is now chiseled indelibly on my own ufological Mount Rushmore.  Read this book to see for yourself and be astounded.  Be—very—astounded.

Friedman, Feschino, Hastings, and Dolan

Oh, and Frank, as we say in Alabama: "I got'cher 'restrainin' order, ri-cheer!" [big grin].