Since the dawn of civilisation, aliens have pursued their secret agenda, destroying the lives of countless people around the world through a regime of abduction and intimidation.

For too long humanity has been abducted, probed and violated by these extraterrestrial miscreants. It is time to say enough is enough. We will no longer passively offer ourselves as their intergalactic lab rats. We must take action.

But how can we possibly fight an enemy that is so ruthlessly efficient, cunningly elusive and technologically advanced?

We speak, of course, of aliens, the extraterrestrial scourge that has mercilessly tormented humanity for generations. Whether you have yet to have an alien encounter or have been the victim of repeated abductions, this site promises to provide you with practical, hands-on solutions to the ever-present alien threat.

Don't wait until you feel their gangly fingers round your throat. You owe it to yourself, your family and humaity to prepare for the inevitable intergalactic showdown.

Prepare you for the battle of your life. A battle with an adversary so ruthlessly cunning that he largely stays off the front pages of your newspapers and media broadcasts. Despite wreaking havoc in the lives of countless people around the globe, his name is not on the lips of those you pass in the street. His insidious work goes on night after night, plucking hapless sleepers from their beds and whisking unwary travellers into the night sky. Forever vigilant, always elusive.

We live in a dangerous world. The very worst things that you can possibly imagine happen to people every day. Not because they are bad or in any way deserve them, but just because they are alive. Even getting up in the morning and going to work is fraught with untold dangers. Life is complex and dangerous enough without the ever-present threat of finding yourself totally naked, paralysed and being unceremoniously probed by aliens in a clinical examination room onboard an orbiting spacecraft. Whether you are at home, in the office, driving your car or walking the dog, there are tried and proven methods of protecting yourself and your loved ones from alien intimidation and harassment.


Alien contact with humanity has been long and, for the most part, inconspicuous. They have, by and large, had the upper hand, relentlessly pursuing their secret agenda. They have not, however, prevailed in every encounter with our species. History is littered with story of human courage and ingenuity in the face of unexpected circumstances and of often overwhelming odds. These extraterrestrial encounters have provided us with an opportunity to learn from their mistakes, and has provided a framework for our current understanding of how they can be defeated.

 

106 AD – Rome

In early September, 2003, workmen renovating a long disused cellar in a rectory outside of Naples, Italy, unearthed a box containing a bundle of old manuscripts. Museum staff were called and soon pronounced that they had discovered the long missing annals of the Roman historian Cornelius Tacitus, covering the years AD 66 – 188. Amongst this priceless collection were a number of personal letters, including one from the author’s cousin Markus Quintus Sentius, the private secretary of the prominent Roman Senator, Lucius Julius Turannius. One letter includes an account of the celebrations ordered by Emperor Trajan after the defeat of Darcia in 106 AD. The festivities lasted one hundred and twenty three days during which time 10,000 gladiators fought and 11,000 animals were butchered.

Dear Cousin,
I accompanied the Senator to the colosseum today, where we viewed the animal exhibits prior to the day’s performance. The caged animals from the provinces were most striking. Lions, bears, tigers, an elephant and giraffe, all destined for death in the arena. What captured my attention, though, was the display of oddities and freaks from Cyrenaica and Aegyptus (modern day Libya and Egypt). A calf with two heads, a man with an extra arm, and a giant of monstrous proportions. There was one wretched creature, wizened and deformed, hardly human. The public were kept at a distance from it’s enclosure and warned that it had magical powers that could render a man unconscious. I stood transfixed by it’s enormous eyes, until prompted to move on by a guard.

I do not, as a rule, enjoy the games. I find them most distasteful. They cater for the common man’s basest desire for blood. But I have never been one to resist displays of the supernatural and resolved to keep my eye open to see how this creature fared in battle that very afternoon.

I did not have long to wait. During the luncheon interval, the creature was dragged into the arena on a long tether. Two lightly clad gladiators approached with trident and net, but before getting within striking distance, they dropped to the earth as if dead. A murmur of surprise arose from the crowd. Another gladiator, wearing mail, leggings, a helmet, and wielding a heavy sword, came at it from behind. But within three paces he collapsed at its feet as well. This certainly gained the attention of the spectators, who had now begun returning to their seats. They started abusing the fallen gladiators and demanding real men to slay the beast, which remained, throughout, crouched motionless, close to the ground.

The onslaught continued, gladiator after gladiator falling before the creature until it could barely be seen behind the bodies. The crowd were incredulous that so many could be defeated without a single blow falling and were suspicious that it may be just a pantomime. They bayed for blood, outraged that their wishes were being mocked. At last, the morning’s champion, Manius Dentatus, entered to rapturous applause. Keeping his distance from the creature he seized a javelin and hurled it, without ceremony, into it’s back. It toppled over on it’s side, dead. Unsheathing his dagger, Manius removed the creature’s bulbous head, plunged it on a pike and paraded it around the arena, much to the crowd’s pleasure. One by one the fallen gladiators arose from the ground, dazed and heckled by the crowd. All were publicly executed before nightfall.

As Ever,
Markus

 
June 1, 1862, Richmond, Virginia

Confederate captain Uriah W. Smith, working under orders from Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, lead a small company of confederate soldiers on a nocturnal reconnaissance mission behind Union lines during the two day Battle of Seven Pines. Three hours before dawn they spotted what they thought was one of the Union’s aerostats, or manned surveillance balloons, positioned over a nearby hillside. The following extract was taken from his recently discovered private journal.
 

We saw it through the trees, at first. Shaped more like an up-turned bowl than a balloon. Larger and
 more graceful than the ones we saw yesterday. It hung there for some time then started drifting towards
 us. Thinking it had broke free of its moorings we waited to see where it would go. It stopped over a
 small clearing not more than two chains away and alighted as gentle as a feather. It was a solid
 structure, the color of polished iron in the moonlight. Hiding in a thicket we watched as a door opened
 and its occupants came out. Children, by what we could see; four of them. Thinking that we might
 capture them I gave the command to the men to redy their weapons, whereupon, the Union Balloon Corp
 men, hearing us, instantly turned and ran towards us with a speed and agility that was frightening. We
 opened fire, seeming to hit one before they all disappeared into the undergrowth. Shortly after, the
 balloon rose into the air and flew off towards the east so quickly that it was out of sight within moments.
 A single, loud canon shot rang out as it disappeared.

Both Captain Smith and his men returned unscathed to their camp. Captain Smith survived the war and
 work as a postmaster in Raleigh, North Carolina, until his death in 1893.

 
May 27, 1888, Equatoria, Africa

Sir Henry Morton Stanley was a Welsh born explorer and
 journalist. He is most remembered for his 1867 expedition, commissioned by the New York Herald, to search for the
 missing Scottish explorer David Livingston, in central Africa

After a journey plagued by disease, desertions and insurrection, Stanley found Livingston on the shores of Lake Tanganyika, in present day Tanzania, were he uttered the immortal greeting,
 “Dr Livingstone, I presume?”

After a number of subsequent, well publicised, expeditions in
 Sub-Saharan Africa, he returned again in 1887 to lead the
 ill-fated mission to ‘rescue’ the Governor of Equatoria, in current
 day Sudan. In a previously unpublished journal entry he records:

 
27 May, 1888

Being, yet again, short on fresh provisions, I resolved to lead a hunting party to shoot some game. Sporting my Starr carbine, with two porters carrying my 12-bore ‘bone crusher’ and a further supply of ammunition, I headed North-West from our camp towards a narrow, marshy ravine at the base of a conical hill, on whose slopes flourished a dense thicket. I had seen three fine plump antelope there the previous day and hoped to bag one for our evening meal. We crept cautiously along, looking keenly into every dark opening for the glint of an eye, but, alas, we saw nothing.

After an hours search we came to a mire, overgrown with dense reeds and papyrus. Crossing this quagmire, we sunk up to our waists in foul smelling ooze. Here we were again plagued by the ubiquitous sword fly and tsetse that had made so much of this journey a misery.

There was a sudden movement in the vegetation lining the shore. Suspecting an ambush by hostile natives or a crocodile, I opened fire. Although I could see no target, luck was with me and I hit my mark. There was a wild thrashing in the rushes, a hideous wail, then silence.

We dragged ourselves out of the black mud and, still covered in slime, came around our quarry from behind. Taking my double-barrelled gun from Marbruki, we entering a small clearing in the rushes. A frightful sight lay before us, which still haunts me to this day. A small, albino native child, frightfully disfigured, with a swollen head and large, protruding eyes, lay naked in front of us. It’s arms were disproportionately long and it was missing a finger from each hand. A vicious head wound seeped a dark, viscous fluid, not blood, onto the reeds around its head. My porters were aghast at the sight. They both stepped back, wide eyed, in abject horror. “Utami. Utami,” they murmured, then looked up warily at the sky.

My attention was instead averted to a thick clump of undergrowth to my right. Two more of these God forsaken creatures, for one could hardly call them human, emerged with a startling ferocity. My porters shrieked and ran for cover, leaving me alone, not more than ten yards from the two swiftly approaching demonic forms. I instinctively sprang back, almost tripping on the ammunition dropped by the hastily retreating porters.

Although unarmed, the creature’s intentions were unmistakably hostile. Throwing the barrel of the gun into my left hand I fired, hitting one in the shoulder. With it’s arm hanging by nothing more than a thread, it dropped to the ground with a blood-curdling scream. The other stopped momentarily, assessing the situation, then advance towards me in a stealthy, sidelong manner. It’s villainous eyes locked on mine like a spider courting it’s prey. With one round left I aimed the muzzle of my gun at it’s face and ordered it to stop. It payed no heed, suddenly launching itself towards me at a frightful speed. I discharged my weapon and the shot, true to its aim, ripped through the creature’s head, throwing it lifeless form to the ground.

I approached the vile creature with the shoulder wound, which had now slipped into unconsciousness, and in an act of mercy, hastily drew my keen sharp-edged knife across it’s throat.

That evening, around the camp-fire, I learned that ‘Utami’ is the native word for ‘sky man’, a mythical being that stole their children and took them into the clouds.

28 May, 1888

I went back at dawn for a second look but the bodies had gone, taken by lions during the night, no doubt.

scientific breakthrough reveals how anyone can listen to alien communications

 
 For decades scientists have relentlessly searched for signs of intelligent life elsewhere in the universe. Programs such as SETI (Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence) have, for over half a century, utilized highly sensitive radio telescopes to systematically survey the skies for radio transmissions from interstellar civilizations. Yet, except for one anomalous ‘beep’, known as the ‘WOW signal’, received on August 15, 1977, no discernibly intelligent communication has ever been detected.

 Unbeknownst to science, the very signals they have so fervently sort after have been here all along, under our very noses. You do not need millions of dollars worth of equipment or a PhD in astrophysics to tune into them. Your humble car radio or TV are capable of receiving extraterrestrial transmissions. These alien signals are commonly referred to as static: the electrical disturbance or hissing noise that is found between your radio or TV stations.

 Static has long been attributed, in part, to Cosmic Microwave Background Radiation (CMB), which is the omnipresent form of electromagnetic radiation left over from the Big Bang. Recent studies have discovered that static holds a complex mathematical code cunningly concealed within what appears to be no more than a random electrical disturbance. This code has been deciphered using high-powered government computers to unveil prolific extraterrestrial communications in the air all around us. Confidential government sources have revealed that an expert team of over 200 technicians, mathematicians and linguists are currently engaged in interpreting the alien language hidden in these static transmissions. Although these alien messages are readily available to all, it may be some time before we know what they actually mean.