UFO Encounters

Ufo Encounters c.1994- Tradepaper paperback - 212 pages -based a true story. $19.95 + s/h includes

The True Story Behind the Brookhaven and Carp Incidents

For years the government has denied and possibly covered up the existence of UFOs. Despite the efforts, thousands of people around the world claim to have had UFO and alien encoutners and refuse to accept these denials. Modern technology and the candor of witnesses has helped to support the claims of alien visitors, abductions and UFO sightings. In UFO Encounters , author JBMichaels exposes evidence on the Carp landing and the Brookhaven incident which helps support the existence of aliens and government cover-ups.

In Carp, Ontario Canada, a local resident video taped a craft as it landed on a farm. After expert examination the tape was verified to be authentic. Several years later, a mother spacecraft was shot down by the military over Long Island. Another smaller ship lost control and crashed in nearby South Haven Park causing a fire that was seen by local residents. JBMichaels has interviewed over two hundred people who witnessed the Carp landing, the South Haven Park crash or actually encoutnered the alien that survived the crash and was held at Brookhaven Labs. These conversations along with the video footage that Mr. Michaels obtained prove without a doubt that UFO encoutners are a reality.

JBMichaels has worked for some of America's top defense contractors including Lockheed. He has studied UFO phenomena for several years and has appeared as a UFO expert on the Fox television show "Encounters". He lives in Morgan Hill, California.

ISBN# 0-681-00810-5
(c) 1995 by JBMichaels

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The following is the combined account of four eyewitnesses who saw the crash at Southaven Park. The dialogue, the events, and the descriptions of what happened are taken word for word from these individuals, who personally saw one UFO explode in the sky, shot down, and the other lose control and crash.
Two teenage boys and their female friend saw the crash. It wasn't as if any of them were UFO aficionados or had any particular interest in science fiction, Richard Corman grade B movies, psychics, or anything to do with space travel or astronauts. In fact, none of the three had ever seen a UFO or taken any notice of such things, except maybe an occasional glance at a tabloid while waiting in line to buy groceries yet that very night they would be thrown together to witness a "mother ship" from somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy reduced to atoms by a highly classified plasma beam, and then watch as one of the other ship's defense shields collapsed and it plummeted into the nearby public park, setting the surrounding area on fire. '

There was something significant about Jennifer Biels the teenage girl, that would prove to be very helpful in the future investigation of the Southaven Park incident. Her mother worked at the nearby Brookhaven Lab, and this was the "hotly disputed" place where the recovered bodies of the aliens were taken, as well as the
craft itself.

Because her mother worked at the lab, it was not uncommon to see Jennifer flirting with the security personal; one especially susceptible to her charms was Bob, who was inclined to allow her in areas that normally required a security clearance. Actually, security was difficult, because of the hundreds of corporations, individuals, and scientists with access to the immense, two thousand acre area of Brookhaven Lab.

Mona Rowe, the public spokesperson for Brookhaven, is about as nice and as charismatic a person as you would ever want to talk to. We spent many hours talking on the phone, and she and the Department of Energy sent me reams of information on Brookhaven Lab as well as some clippings on Brookhaven's involvement with UFOs over the years. When the swarms of newspeople arrived and began asking many, many questions about the crash, Mona Rowe was the perfectly trained, educated, and extremely concise Brookhaven representative, smiling but shaking her head in total sincerity. There had been no crash, no fire, and sorry, there were no aliens in the basement, no craft being analyzed in the lab, nor had anything like that ever occurred. Of course, she had seen a bright formation of lights in the sky while driving to work, and a year earlier there had been talk of an actual battle between the American military and a UFO near the bay, which was later described as just lights produced by an air sea rescue operation. But of course, that was outside the realm of her position as official spokesperson for Brookhaven Lab.

At the time of this event Jennifer, a good friend of Mona Rowe's, was a 17 year old straight A student, sure to be a biochemist, and about to engage in a few activities that would make the security staff at Brookhaven very unhappy. Richard Grayson and Todd Phillips, humble part time Togo sandwich assemblers, and Jennifer were soon to become three very dedicated and rather adventurous UFO investigators. And this all started the very day that the love of Richard Grayson's life, Joanne, had most indelicately looked Richard straight in the eye and told him their relationship was over.
Togo's sandwich shop was at the base of hill, next to a business complex, just a few blocks from the high school. It was generally busy except in the late afternoons and evenings. There wasn't a whole lot happening in Brookhaven Hamlet on week nights. Richard and Todd worked part time on the five to closing shift. Oddly, the time at the shop seemed to pass very quickly. It really wasn't that busy, but Todd had a lot of new "you know you're in trouble when" jokes he had heard on the David Letterman show the previous night. And despite his foul mood, Richard even found himself laughing a few times. The owner of the Togo's shop called at about 8:00 P.m. to ask how business was doing. Todd, who answered the phone, told him the truth. It was dead. Truly dead. They hadn't had a customer in almost an hour.

"Go ahead and close up," said the owner. "I'll pay you two up through nine but no point in staying open if no one's out. Just too damn cold tonight. You'd think it would snow or something. But it's just too damn cold. No one wants to come out when they can order pizza and sit home and watch cable TV."
"Gotcha," said Todd, relieved. Todd hung up the phone and yelled over his shoulder. "Hey, the old man's gonna let us off early. That's great!"

Todd always gave Richard a ride home. They had been friends since second grade. They headed north up the highway. It was cold, bitterly cold. Todd shivered, pulled the fur collar of his flight jacket up around his neck and pulled onto the main stretch of the highway. He adjusted his red baseball cap, lit up a cigarette, and flipped on the CD player. The small cab of the truck was instantly filled with the screeching sounds of Nosferatu.

"Will you turn that racket down!" growled Richard. "I'm not in the mood for it." Todd ignored him, reached out, and turned the volume up.

"I said, turn that shit down!" Richard angrily punched a glowing red button, turning the CD player off.
"Hey," growled Todd. "Don't do that. It's my truck."

"Let's just not talk," said Richard. "Just let me sit here in silence and feel sorry for myself. I'm depressed. And I intend to be depressed for several days. Your music just doesn't fit, that's all."
"Sure," said Todd. He looked over at his friend Richard, who did look genuinely miserable. "Females can sure mess you up," he said sympathetically.

The highway paralleled the bay, which continued for a few miles north of Southaven Park. It was a clear night. There wasn't a lot of pollution on this part of Long Island, and there was a beautiful, cloudless night sky, with brilliant shining stars from horizon to horizon. Richard jumped as he noticed a V shaped formation of glowing lights moving across the water.

"Holy shit!" said Todd, holding his arm in front of his face. The objects were moving toward Southaven Park. "What are those?" Suddenly he gasped as a huge glowing sphere became visible in the sky.
"I can't watch this and drive!" Todd rammed his foot down on the brake. The truck skidded to a stop at the side of the freeway. Both boys jumped out of the truck.

"Whoa!" said Richard. "I've never seen anything like this." Above the trees of Southaven Park, a glowing ball hung motionless in the sky, streams of yellow, orange, and dark crimson flames swirling around it, the unnatural hue of those colors reflected off the storm clouds moving in from the east. Three smaller craft darted about the sphere and then were motionless. They were much smaller, each perhaps the size of a commercial plane. They were triangular, with rounded edges like a Stealth jet. But the sphere, or mother ship as Richard later would call it, was immense. It was some 60 to 80 feet in diameter, the size of a four to five story building. What made it all the more unusual was the almost complete silence. The two boys looked up, mesmerized by the bright objects and the magnetic resonant hum that they felt more than heard. The lights of the truck flickered, blinking in an odd strobelike rhythm to the humming sound. The CD player turned back on, and Todd, looking genuinely scared, pulled the ground wire to shut it off.

"Hey! Hey!" A young girl was jumping up and down on the other side of the road and pointing at the sky. "Do you see that?" Besides a blue Camaro parked on the side of the highway, a tall, slender brunette excitedly motioned then impulsively ran across the road and grabbed Richard's arm, shaking him.

"This is not my kind of thing," said Todd. "But I think we are seeing some type of UFOs, um . . ." he stammered, not knowing the girl's name.

"Jennifer," she said, without turning to look at him. "Jennifer Biels
"Richard," Todd said, pointing to his friend. "And I'm Todd, the crazy one." He grinned. "But that," he continued, "is definitely no airplane. I don't know if those are our planes circling it or what." "There's four of them." Jennifer pointed toward the objects, which now seemed to glide above the park. "And they are all moving together."
"It looks like they are looking for something or someone," said Richard. "And they are moving in a definite formation."
Suddenly the air was filled with the sound of helicopters approaching from the north.

"Well, one thing is for certain," said Jennifer. "Our military is not going to like this one bit." A small band of black Cobra helicopter's approached, still keeping a respectable distance from the UFOs. The objects continued to circle over the park, moving slowly in a V formation. From one of the UFOs a shimmering electric blue beam streamed down, barely touching the tops of the trees. As the light appeared, the magnetic resonant hum rose in pitch and intensity. Jennifer could feel the hairs of her neck bristle as static electricity seemed to sweep over them. The lights of the truck flickered again.

The motor of the truck turned on and off, and then suddenly the hum stopped and the scanning light from the craft vanished. Richard, Todd, and Jennifer all jumped as a huge diesel truck pulled up behind the Camaro.
"Hey, Red Eye, you off again on one of your flying saucer hunts!" A coarse female voice came from inside of the cab. They could hear the static of a CB blasting out the double semi. A thin, wiry older man stepped out. He had crew cut salt and pepper hair and intelligent, observant gray eyes. He grinned as he saw the kids and then held up the mike of his CB.

"Gotta go, Hot Stuff. Got a grade A Uno UFO staring right at me. Four of them, in fact. Man, oh man. This is really something." He walked over to the group of teenagers. "I'm Mike," he said, turning toward Todd. "If you have a camera you better grab it. I don't think you realize how exceptional what you are looking at is."
Todd shook his head sadly.

"Me neither," said Jennifer. "But God, I wish I did. This is incredible." She gasped as the sphere became much brighter, as if some type of energy field had been turned on.

"That's the mother ship, guys," said Mike, pulling out his camcorder and fumbling with the digital light sensors. "Jeez just don't take off on me until I get you on video," he said, looking up, expecting it all to disappear.

"Jeez," said Richard. "That's some camera."

"Yep, almost broke me. My old lady, Hot Stuff, had a fit. But when you are trying to shoot in the dark and you want get something like this, ain't a bit sorry it cost me an arm and a leg." He centered the larger object in the viewfinder. "Man, this is really something else."

Suddenly the lights along the highway dimmed, and began to go out one by one. A wave of darkness swept across the rows of houses that were just a few hundred feet from the highway. "It's a blackout," said Mike. "Somebody's drawing power from the main lines, and I don't think it's those UFOs." There was one last surge of power and then all the lights in the town for several miles around went out. The giant sphere glowed as a beam of energy shot from the ground several miles north of them. There was a low rumble, and the craft shimmered, became incandescent, and then exploded. Two of the other craft streaked across the sky, leaving a shining trail of vapor behind them, and then shot straight up into the night sky.

The remaining craft just hovered, as if whatever was piloting it was completely stunned by the destruction of the larger vessel. Before it could make a move to escape, another beam of light pulsed up from the ground a few miles away at Brookhaven National Laboratory. Energy swirled around the object. The crippled ship veered at a 45 degree angle, and then plummeted down into Southaven Park. The earth trembled as the object crashed and huge flames shot up from behind the trees.

"Sweet Jesus," said Mike, his hands shaking. "I got it! I actually filmed the damn thing." The sound of helicopters was louder now, and they moved quickly over the water toward the crackling flames, where the craft had sheared off the tops of trees and then burst apart. "Military, and I bet they are helluva shook up. This is not all that far from Washington, D.C., you know." As helicopters moved by, two police cars pulled up and a scowling officer approached. The other officer stood by his patrol car, watching the fire in the distance.
"Show's over," said Officer Grisholm. "One of our test aircraft
crashed. Nothing more to see."

"Hey, is that your dispatcher I just heard?" said Mike as a wave of chatter echoed from the patrol car.
As the officer turned, puzzled, Mike quickly hid his camcorder and walked rapidly to his truck.
"Hey," said the officer as Mike pulled back on the highway. "You truckers think you can do what you damn well please." He turned to the teenagers. "All right, kids, I got no quarrel with you. You have two choices. We can do license, registration, and a vehicle equipment inspection" he looked at Todd's tires, which were a bit bare even for an off road vehicle "or you can just stay clear of this area for the rest of the night."

"Didn't you see that?" said Jennifer. "That was no test plane."

"I see nothing," said Grisholm, "except three teenage kids who are about to have some very unhappy parents picking them up down at the station."

"Yeah, right," said Todd surlily. "We got the message . . . officer." He said the word officer with obvious sarcasm.
"Hey, hey," said Jennifer, poking Richard's arm. "You want to go somewhere for coffee and talk about this?"
"Nah, I don't think I'm up to it. I'm still pretty shook up about a lot of things. This has just been too much of a day for me," said Richard.

"Okay." Jennifer frowned.

"We work at Togo's, weeknights," said Todd, giving Richard a "boy, are you messing this one up" look.
"Well, then," she paused, giving Richard a smile. "See ya, okay?"

"Should we go over and check it out?" said Richard.

"Not too swift an idea," said Todd. "Place is probably crawling with SWAT teams and police and stuff"
"We could send my little brother over on his bike and have him snoop around."
Richard felt strange. Much like after an auto accident when you have to help out and it doesn't hit you until it's all over. And the impact of what had just happened was beginning to hit him.

"Did we just see a flying saucer get shot down by our military and crash right in our very own Southaven Park?"

"Maybe, maybe not," said Todd. "I'm not really sure what I saw."