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Saturday, June 30, 2012
The 65th UFO Festival in Roswell

The UFO 1947 crash site
Like every year, the City of Roswell invites UFO enthusiasts and skeptics alike to
join in the celebration of one of the most debated incidents in history.
The three-day event will feature guest speakers, authors, an alien costume contest, an alien pet costume contest, an alien parade,
and more. All that in a New Mexican heat of 1o6 °F.

The Roswell UFO Museum
65 years ago a UFO crashed on a ranch 30 miles north of Roswell. This event stirred a never ending controversy and gave birth to countless conspiracy theories.

Visitor friendly alien on Main Street
Interestingly enough, the Roswell Army Air Field (RAAF) issued a statement claiming to have
recovered a crashed "flying disk." But after
the Roswell Daily Record published a front page article about the event, RAAF changed its statement the next day and announced that the object was a mere weather balloon and not a flying disk as
previously reported. This revised statement sparked immediate
controversy. The eye witnesses were hushed up or simply ridiculed.

The alien costume contest
To this day many people around the world believe that there was a cover upon a grand scale.

Winners in the kids' category
And while we may never learn the truth, we can at least have some fun. The festival lasts three days from June 29 till July 1.

The coolest bartender ever!
The Roswell UFO Museum organized a number of talks. One of the more interesting is probably one that will be given on Sunday by Freddy Silva - a serious researcher of the crop circle phenomenon. You will also have a chance to meet a nuclear researcher Stanton Friedman, scientific UFOlogist Kathleen Marden, and Kevin Randle who studied UFOs for forty years, among others. To find out more simply visit UFO Museum site.
Welcome to the Zone
Wishing all Roswell visitors and citizens alike a great fun. Get abducted! - Dominique Teng

A local brew. Worth taking home on this planet or elsewhere...
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Unexplained Cow Abductions in Roswell!

Every year around this time unusual things happen around Roswell. The precious Black Angus cows disappear en masse from the surrounding ranches. Some ranchers reported that they found their animals brutally mutilated. Organs were missing from the carcasses and strange, indecipherable markings have been made on the animals' necks.
Although no UFO sightings were registered in the area for quite some time, the locals suspect that their cows were victims of alien abduction and mischief. A witness who wished to remain anonymous remembers seeing some orbs in the sky on his way to Santa Fe.
Roswell is a very strange place. No one here was really alarmed when the entire Alien Parade disappeared last year from the Main Street. But the tasty, well nourished cows are an entirely different matter.
Should you be visiting Roswell at this time, do not wonder about the exorbitant steak prices at the local restaurants. The Black Angus is in short supply, but the demand is ever rising...
By Dominique Allmon
Dominique Allmon©2012
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Dominique Allmon©2012
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
First Snow
I shuffle through the fresh new snow while strolling in the park,
Seeing shadows start to form as it is getting dark.
So quietly and peacefully new snowflakes hit the ground,
And form a pure white layer and they never make a sound.
The soft flakes feel like drops of ice when drifting on my face,
And everything feels fresh and clean as I walk through this place.
The trees are covered with a coat of freshly fallen snow,
Then some have icy branches that give off a crystal glow.
The only sound that I can hear is little wisps of wind,
But only for a moment then the air is still again.
My heart is overflowing with a feeling from within,
A gentle, soothing, calming feeling comes to me again.
From a poem "December Snow" by James A. Kisner
Snow in Roswell, NM

It is really pretty out there. So much snow fell over night only two days ago. And it is very, very cold! The temperature dropped to average 6º F or -15º C, but at least it is sunny and nice.
Madam M. is not really interested in the landscape. She enjoys the warmth of the house. Agent Orange, on the other hand, loves adventures. Until only few days ago, he spent most of the nights outside. We have no idea what he was doing out there, but it was simply impossible to keep him indoors. Till the snow fell.
It was late in the evening and still snowing when Agent Orange gave his usual "concert". James opened the back door for him. What ensued was really comical. You could see an orange fur ball rushing like mad through the door. Suddenly the ball halted in its tracks in disbelief. Someone did something to his kingdom. He gave James an accusing look and hid under the table, sulking.
Few minutes later he was meowing at the front door, probably hoping that at least this part of his universe was still normal. When James opened the door, Agent Orange appeared even more confused. He wanted to check the backyard again and did not stop howling until James picked him up. Something was really wrong out there! What was that white thing? Who put it there? Everywhere!

Agent Orange, sulking
James decided to keep the confused cat indoors for a while. The cat almost resigned himself to his confinement. For one night! He either forgot about the snow, or simply wanted to explore it, because the next evening he insisted on going out.
Agent Orange is a very adventurous cat and it is almost impossible to keep him indoors. He was a baby alley cat when he moved in with us last year in October and has never seen the snow before.
He meows and howls if he doesn't get his way. He "must" go outside, even if it is for a few minutes only. Snow isn't as horrible as he first seemed to think.
He meows and howls if he doesn't get his way. He "must" go outside, even if it is for a few minutes only. Snow isn't as horrible as he first seemed to think.
We decided to keep an eye on him. It is simply too cold to allow him to spend the entire night in the bushes or wherever he desires to go.
By Dominique Allmon
Dominique Allmon©2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Truth About Roswell

Late for abduction?
Greatest cover-up ever!
For the first time since the alleged 1947 UFO crash near Roswell, NM, government officials are disclosing the truth about the event. It might be shocking to you, but the UFO never crashed near Roswell! Everything you have ever known about the Roswell Incident was simply a government cover-up.
The UFO did crash in 1947, but it was in Colorado, not in Roswell. People who witnessed the crash in the San Luis Valley disappeared without a trace.
To divert public interest from the site of the crash, responsible government agencies simply created a plausible myth and chose a far-away-in-the-middle-of-nowhere Roswell, NM, as the perfect spot to divert attention of the unsuspecting crowds. False information about the crash was disseminated as a maneuver to cover up the real events. Thus, the Roswell Incident was created, to a great dismay of the inhabitants of this quiet New Mexican town.
This would also explain the abundance of UFO sightings in Colorado and the incredible luck of such in New Mexico.
To divert public interest from the site of the crash, responsible government agencies simply created a plausible myth and chose a far-away-in-the-middle-of-nowhere Roswell, NM, as the perfect spot to divert attention of the unsuspecting crowds. False information about the crash was disseminated as a maneuver to cover up the real events. Thus, the Roswell Incident was created, to a great dismay of the inhabitants of this quiet New Mexican town.
This would also explain the abundance of UFO sightings in Colorado and the incredible luck of such in New Mexico.
The people of Roswell always knew that there was no such thing as the UFO crash in the New Mexican desert, but no one really paid attention to what they said. Instead, conspiracy theories were formulated to explain the alleged government cover-op.
Now, more than half a century later, we are finally learning the truth about this 1947 UFO crash. We still need to find out what really happened to the captured crew of the space ship.
The Roswell citizens are officially relieved from the embarrassing duty of holding the Annual Alien Parades. After a mediocre act in 2010, no such parade took place this year. The few remaining gift stores on Main Street will go out of business in no time and the town will be able to reclaim its South-Western charm.
Now, more than half a century later, we are finally learning the truth about this 1947 UFO crash. We still need to find out what really happened to the captured crew of the space ship.
The Roswell citizens are officially relieved from the embarrassing duty of holding the Annual Alien Parades. After a mediocre act in 2010, no such parade took place this year. The few remaining gift stores on Main Street will go out of business in no time and the town will be able to reclaim its South-Western charm.
By Dominique Allmon
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Friday, April 1, 2011
News From Roswell

The New Roswell Abduction Terminal
After more than two years of secrecy the Intergalactic Enterprises Inc. announced yesterday an opening of a new abduction terminal in Roswell, NM. Citizens of this legendary location were aware that something spectacular was taking place in the northern sector of the city, but due to the secrecy of the project no one actually knew what was being constructed behind a tall fence.
A representative of the company admitted that the IE Inc. wanted to be the first company to ever attempt such construction in the USA. Asked about the participation of Donald Trump and Richard Branson in the project, the young man declined all comments. However, he announced that the first abduction is scheduled for the April 15, 2011 - a day of the official inauguration of the terminal.
The city of Roswell will provide two shuttle services: one from the Roswell International Airport, the other, from the City Hall.
As of today the ticket price for the abduction is still unknown. The company informed us, however, that only one way tickets will be available.
By Dominique Allmon ©2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
My First Mission to Earth

The landing was more than rough. Our module fell apart upon the impact and I found myself thrown quite a distance from the spot we had designated for our landing. Our ships never malfunction, but there was something weird about this unfriendly area that confused the navigation. I remember Trnbxår screaming that the coordinates were right, but nevertheless, something went wrong. We crashed.
I was warned that the beings on this planet were rather hostile and might get strange ideas when they see us without a disguise. I would never forget the history lessons and the story of our unfortunate 85756th expedition to this strange planet. The crew was captured by a vicious crowd who later conducted crude experiments on their physical remains. Abominable!
I knew I had to find a disguise very quickly. I lurked behind a rock waiting for a proper suit donor to appear. A furry creature came out of nowhere apparently hunting for food in the tall grass. I saw how quick it was. I had to be even quicker if I wanted to wear that suit. I grabbed it, squeezed the creature out and slipped into its jumper without any delay. It felt a bit tight, but there was no time to look for another one. I made off quickly in search of the remaining crew.
The place looked somewhat familiar. I remembered the images that were shown to me at the Central Command. Nothing had changed here since the last landing. Time seemed to stand still on this funny planet. And funny it was! It was small and rushed like mad around its star. And it only had one moon. Can you imagine that? Really funny. Their entire solar system was like a joke.
I was warned that the beings on this planet were rather hostile and might get strange ideas when they see us without a disguise. I would never forget the history lessons and the story of our unfortunate 85756th expedition to this strange planet. The crew was captured by a vicious crowd who later conducted crude experiments on their physical remains. Abominable!
I knew I had to find a disguise very quickly. I lurked behind a rock waiting for a proper suit donor to appear. A furry creature came out of nowhere apparently hunting for food in the tall grass. I saw how quick it was. I had to be even quicker if I wanted to wear that suit. I grabbed it, squeezed the creature out and slipped into its jumper without any delay. It felt a bit tight, but there was no time to look for another one. I made off quickly in search of the remaining crew.
The place looked somewhat familiar. I remembered the images that were shown to me at the Central Command. Nothing had changed here since the last landing. Time seemed to stand still on this funny planet. And funny it was! It was small and rushed like mad around its star. And it only had one moon. Can you imagine that? Really funny. Their entire solar system was like a joke.
I wondered around and found traces of habitation. I entered the perimeter and only an instant later saw two huge bipeds. They noticed me too. I immediately regretted my quick decision to slip into that small furry thing. But amazingly enough, the bipeds seemed less hostile than expected. Maybe they simply liked furry creatures. Imagine. They even gave me something to eat. It was disgusting! A slimy, smelly something. My crxnk would not even touch anything like that and they tried to feed it to me! My disguise, that is.
I must admit though that there was something special about these two bipeds. They looked friendly and seemed to like me. They even called me "Monster", whatever that meant. They invited me to their home. Not so quickly, you two! This might be a trap, I thought. One could not be too careful.
When no one was looking, I snicked in and quickly surveyed the living quarters of my chosen bipeds. They had an access to some very rudimentary communication technology. It looked like the primitive devices our ancestors used about six thousand years ago. And yet, this was better than nothing. I had to act fast. I could gain access to this machine if they trusted me enough to keep me in. I understood that I would have to endure all the fondling and scratching and even more of that atrocious food they were trying to feed me. But patience paid off. In no time I moved in and was allowed to sit next to their communication device. They seemed not to suspect anything.
My mission was very simple. We needed few more specimen as the ones that were recently captured perished long before the craft could reach the mother ship. We also had to take water and air samples, and extract some bone marrow and some brain tissue. These were needed for grafting experiments. Our school children created some hybrids and we wanted to see if they were compatible with the beings from this planet. We needed the air and water samples to recreate the exact atmosphere of the area.
I was charged with the singular honor to oversee the extraction process. The samples had to be immaculate or else they would contaminate the results of the experiment.
As I was told before my mission, the bipeds were very predictable. They followed a very weird but simple daily routine and left me mostly to myself. Their technology seemed to be completely useless so no wonder life on this planet was so archaic. But the beings seemed to enjoy it in their own strange ways. I only had to enhance their technology just a bit. This meant that I had to return to the place of impact. But most importantly, I had to find my crew. My locator signal was on. If anyone survived the impact, they would have no problem finding me.
As the time passed, more than one furry suit appeared on the porch of my new living quarters. I tried to communicate, but none of them happened to be my crew in disguise. It was annoying. I was patrolling the area and had to chase away every single one of them. Some even tried to mate with my suit! No one at home would ever believe me if I told them about the real dangers of my mission. Grrxxr! Just get me out of here!
Finally, Orvnxtu appeared wearing the most outrageous disguise. He heard my locator signal few days ago, but had a difficulty catching the suit he liked the most. It was as quick as mercury and slightly too small, but it had some advantages, he said. I could not stop laughing when I saw him. He was the color of a ripe nxœtår, but, unfortunately, smelled nothing like it.
My bipeds seemed to like him a lot and gave him the food I rejected. Orvnxtu moved in very quickly and genuinely enjoyed the food he was given. Yuck! But of course, he was more experienced than I. He traveled before and tried the strangest delicacies in all corners of the galaxy. For me, this was the first time and I guess, I wasn't adventurous enough.
Orvnxtu was very smart. He knew that his disguise would expand if he ate a lot. He suggested that I did, too. A bigger suit would be a blessing because my back was itching mercilessly, but I decided to keep things just the way they were. I was enhanced with the cornico-pathaeral gland and could synthesize my own nourishment. If I ate anything at all it was only to defer suspicion. I even begun to like my bipedal Earthlings and allowed them to touch and scratch my furry suit. They would make perfect toys for my crxnk, but this was only a dream since on my planet we were not allowed to keep the specimen to ourselves. Any specimen that survived became property of the Ministry of Science and this was good so.
By Dominique Allmon
This short story was inspired by two enchanted cats - Madame M. also known as the Monster, and Agent Orange. Madame M. is by no means an ordinary cat. She definitely came from outer space. Agent Orange is the only creature that was allowed to set foot on our porch. Now they are plotting together, but Madame M. is definitely the commander in chief.
To read about Madame M. please click here
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Saturday, July 3, 2010
The Annual Roswell UFO Festival

By Joel Berliner
The Roswell UFO Festival starts as a search for extraterrestrial life, abounds with tales of mystery and imagination, uncovers a number of historic, artistic and cultural treasures and ends up like an old-fashioned Fourth of July parade, with all the warmth and genuineness of a real Main Street America, with a saucer-eyed twist.
Held every year over the Fourth of July holiday, it invites you to explore the most credible watershed event in the pantheon of UFO encounters, and it lets you discover another, deeper side of Roswell's prominence among science and the arts, American history, folklore and the story of the Old West and the modern age.
The Roswell UFO Festival starts as a search for extraterrestrial life, abounds with tales of mystery and imagination, uncovers a number of historic, artistic and cultural treasures and ends up like an old-fashioned Fourth of July parade, with all the warmth and genuineness of a real Main Street America, with a saucer-eyed twist.
Held every year over the Fourth of July holiday, it invites you to explore the most credible watershed event in the pantheon of UFO encounters, and it lets you discover another, deeper side of Roswell's prominence among science and the arts, American history, folklore and the story of the Old West and the modern age.
It all began at 11:45 p.m. July 4, 1947, when two alien spacecraft were alleged to have crashed over sheep farms just north and west of Roswell. Ranchers who were on the scene were extremely specific about what they saw, and newspapers reported that aliens had been removed from the wreckage of "flying saucers." Twenty-four hours later the official account changed radically: The incident was just an errant weather balloon, evidence was spirited away, stories were changed, threats were made, and the events at Roswell were a forgotten occurrence until the publication in the early '80s of "The Roswell Incident," complete with tales of alien autopsies and government cover-ups. The town was quick to capitalize on the publicity once the story re-emerged, and Roswell soon became ground zero for the full range of intellectual and commercial interest in alien visitation, which makes for a pretty fascinating destination.
As it turns out, there are two UFO festivals, simultaneous and largely coexisting: one by the city of Roswell and one by the originator of the event, the Roswell UFO Museum.
Both have panel discussions and special events, with this last year the city event featuring a concert by members of Jefferson Airplane and the Grateful Dead doing a medley of Paul Kantner's science fiction musical epics; the UFO Museum featured acclaimed actor Malcolm McDowell, of "Clockwork Orange" fame and much else, answering questions at length in a spirited public forum.
The fact that they are separate organizations and that their events overlap adds to the depth of offerings to explore when visiting Roswell and learning about the most notorious incident in modern times of alien visitation, how it came about and the incidental realities surrounding it.
The town itself is somewhat small, and the main activities are at the center of town, at Main and Second streets. This UFO Museum covers the wide ground of alien encounters, with extremely specific exhibits detailing every aspect of the Roswell Incident, from the crashes to the alien autopsies, military interference and threats, governmental cover-ups, disappearing nurses and the subsequent transfers of spacecraft and alien remains to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio and then to Area 51 in Nevada.
Additional exhibits chart a string of alien encounters, alien abductions and a particularly interesting Mayan exhibit showing the ancient influence of alien visitation on art and hieroglyphics. To add spice, there is a recreation of the alien autopsy. Nestled on the streets around the UFO Museum are bookstores with publications on every conceivable aspect of UFO encounters and many T-shirt and souvenir shops, all amid a certain small-town quietude that bursts into activity with each UFO Festival.
The official town festival is at the Roswell Convention Center about a mile away. There, the branding of Roswell is in full swing, and close to a hundred kiosks inside the hall extol the likes of accounts of alien abduction, entertainment personalities with histories of science-fiction film projects, and the Virgin Galactic exhibit promoting the new age of commercial civilian travel into suborbital space from the Virgin Galactic Spaceport at Truth or Consequences, 100 miles away.
It is festive and well attended. Multiple food trucks provide sustenance (including the first-rate Bears Barbecue) and there are music and tongue-in-cheek alien costume contests. Lectures take place in the Roswell Museum and Art Center next door, and daily laser shows with space themes take place in the Goddard Planetarium.
It is at that museum next door that another aspect of Roswell unfolds, for Roswell has long been an artists' community, and the Roswell Museum holds an impressive collection of modern and period artists far out of proportion to its setting and location. Rooms with a serious collection of significant art and sculpture by artists like Georgia O'Keeffe and Henriette Wyeth make this museum a joy to discover. The American Indian artifacts exhibit is equally fantastic, very detailed and beautifully organized. More than just a collection of costumes and weapons, it explains the life of the local Indian cultures and displays hundreds of artifacts, headdresses and historic objects to bring Native American culture to life.
The most impressive aspect of the museum, even more than the fabulous art, is Robert Goddard's rocketry garage and workshop reconstructed in its entirety, exactly as it looked, as well as an exhibit of the evolution of his rockets and the history of his scientific journey to greatness.
It is not well known that Goddard came to Roswell in the 1920s with a $25,000 grant from Charles Lindbergh to continue his studies in rocket science after being expelled from Boston for burning down a field, and he chose Roswell for its wide-open spaces and subsequent ability to proceed unobstructed. To wander through his original laboratory and see the rockets he built, by hand, is to discover a chapter of American history whose consequences and benefits we enjoy to this day.
When you add the confluences of Goddard, Los Alamos, Trinity and the Roswell Incident, as well as the SETI radio telescope project just west of the White Sands Missile Range (an official agency looking for radio signals from extraterrestrial life in the universe), we see a pattern of significance that careens from the historical to the astronomical to the surreal and back.
We are guided through the museum by dedicated docent and local scholar Andrew Cecil, whose 70 years in Roswell are a mark of the character and decency of the old-timers. He knows every aspect of each significant work of art, including detailed and fascinating lectures on a collection of modernist art with Indian themes. His knowledge of New Mexico history brings it to life. When we come around to discussing the Roswell Incident, he grows quiet, measuring his words and repeating what other old-timers told me many times during my visit. He knew the people involved, knew their families, and they weren't the type of people to make things up or create a hoax or seek publicity or make fools of themselves.
We take a tour of the important UFO-related locations with Roswell Tours, visiting the hangar where the spacecraft wreckage was taken at the old Air Force base that was once the home of America's first strategic (nuclear) bomber command, but also going past the nearby farm of Kentucky Derby winner Mine that Bird, and visiting the New Mexico Military Institute, a lovely prep school with distinctive castle walled architecture, where Roger Staubach attended high school and gained his first taste of football stardom before making the Dallas Cowboys "America's team."
On the Fourth of July the Roswell UFO festival reaches a climax with the alien costume contest and the Fourth of July parade. Many people in the crowd dress as aliens as well. Alien costume contest winners, floats and antique cars carrying distinguished guests move slowly along the street past throngs of visitors and local residents.
Even this doesn't encompass everything there is to explore about the Roswell area. Carlsbad Caverns is 100 miles south. The hill country west of Roswell holds a series of quaint towns, including Lincoln, where Billy the Kid made his home. When you add that on top of the Trinity test site, the Virgin Galactic Spaceport, the White Sands Missile Range, the Roswell Museum, the historic presence of Robert Goddard and the cultural impact of the Roswell Incident, you have a fascinating and compelling event in a lovely town.
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