Pulse Publications #23 - January 2024

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CCORDING TO MICHAEL, a staff member at the Little A’Le’Inn, in the very tiny town of Rachel, Nevada, “I’ve seen things in the night sky that should not be there.” “Aliens?” I asked, a hunch since I had just driven the Extraterrestrial Highway. He looked at me. “Not sure, but whatever I was looking at did not maneuver like a plane or helicopter should. Just bizarre really.” Being a bit peckish, I had stopped by the very uniquely colorful restaurant along Nevada State Route 375 for a spot of breakfast. The eggs, home fries and sour dough toast were yummy. Nikki, the unofficial manager said, “I’ve lived here all my life. The night skies are

The famous black mailbox near Rachel, Nevada - do aliens leave mail for earthlings? Take a trip and see.

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By John Beyer

The Nevada Highway 375 signage says it all.

almost scary since they are so full of stars. We have no light pollution at all.” This area of Nevada is so removed from city lights, especially lying in the middle of a valley that no city lights could interrupt the celestial ceilings of the night sky. “And you?” I asked. A moment of silence. “Yeah, I’ve seen things that I can not explain. A green comet, I thought, streaking across the desert sky at night. I’ve seen lots of meteorites but nothing that looked like that. Green, almost effervescent.” That was strange, but I just happened to be in the middle of alien country and anything could be expected. Rachel is less than 28 miles from Area 51, the once top-secret military installation that houses aliens and alien aircraft - wait, I’ve been listening to too many conspiracy podcasts. The existence of Area 51 was finally acknowledged by the United States Government in 2013, but as of yet, no public tours are allowed. Now, that’s a way to get rid of the national debt. “Dude, I just shook hands with a Grey,” one enthusiast may blush. “I’d pay another gazillion dollars for that again.” Driving into Rachel from the small town of Alamo was rather lonely. Fifty-two miles along Route 375 leaves a person wondering what could occur in these isolated night skies.

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Forget the night skies for a moment since it was daytime. As I was driving I pulled over for a moment as a huge flock of birds, not sure if they were sparrows but from a distance they appeared to be, blocked the roadway. I got out and just stood there. There must have been hundreds just walking around the black top, not paying any attention to me - and I was only 30 yards or so away from them. I studied the birds for a moment wondering why they were gathered as such when suddenly like a black cloud they all took to wing. For a moment the sun was lost in their ascension. Glancing across the sky there was nothing unusual, bright blue backdrop with a few puffy white clouds. As I climbed back into my truck, there were noticeable goosebumps on both of my arms. It was very eerie and disconcerting. I mentioned my incident to Nikki. “Yeah, the birds do act strange around here once in a while.” It should be noted that just prior to my unnatural experience with the flock of birds, I had stopped by the iconic black mailbox. The mailbox that folks can leave messages to aliens if they choose along 375. I did not since I was not sure of the postage cost to a galaxy far far away.


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