Robert Earl White
THE LOWER ALLOWAYS
CREEK INCIDENT
A crash took place in New Jersey in 1990, the year of the Atalanta incident.
An eyewitness tells us what happened, cross-referenced with sources from the local community.
Interview
Orestis: It is indeed a very pleasant period because of the "Invasion" of New Jersey where you live.
R: Yes, I live in southern New Jersey, in the town of Bridgeton near the Delaware Bay, near a lot of water, a lot of swamps and the nuclear power plant. The “drone” sightings have gone viral, I have filmed them, so have my colleagues elsewhere in the same state, and we residents here are worried. It is heartbreaking to hear that something is flying over your house and we do not know who it belongs to, why it is there or what it is capable of doing. We are in the cheetah… The situation is very similar to the radio show “War of the Worlds” by Orson Welles in the 30s that caused mass panic. We feel that it is repeating itself and we are worried.
Orestis: - Rumors are circulating about a drone being shot down in New Jersey...
R: Regarding this… on December 4th I filmed a “drone”. The day before yesterday, after hearing John Kirby, the Pentagon spokesman, and others like Trump say “shoot them down!”, I got angry that the government is not doing enough to intercept or manage these objects, so I thought I would put CGI with gunfire in a video of a “drone” that I filmed, and uploaded it to X and elsewhere. In the description, I am clear that the gunfire is fake and CGI, and that this is an example of what people can do if the government doesn’t find a solution. I was hoping that this would encourage the government to do something, but someone stole my video, shared it without mentioning that the gunfire was fake, and the video went “nuclear viral,” number 1 on X. Even supposed “ufology experts” uploaded the same video without citing me as a source and without mentioning the clear message in my description. It’s unreal… yesterday the New York Times contacted me. I uploaded a video that I made with my colleague explaining what happened and how easy it is to spread misinformation. No one contacts the source, they take the video, share it, and say what they think. No one contacted me, because I added the gunfire. So I made a video where I cleaned it up and explained the misinformation and why people should use sources. The past two days have been terrible in the world of social media.
Orestes: Exactly, proof of how important it is to always go to the original source.
R: Exactly, of course!
Orestis: Many years ago, something else happened, with another boat, and you were one of the eyewitnesses. Can you tell us exactly what happened?
R: Where do I even start! The story I’m about to tell you has nothing to do with a drone. Before I begin, it’s important to say that the only reason I managed to record the “drone” in the video is because I watch the sky regularly. I go outside almost every night, rain or snow, and I film satellites, rockets, UFOs, meteors, shooting stars, etc.
In 1991, 30 years ago, I was three and a half years old and living in a small town with a lot of marshes and rivers, right across from the Hope Creek nuclear power plant. The town is called Lower Alloways Creek, NJ.
On the night of April 21st, 1991, at 10:18 p.m., the houses of my family members were side by side. In one house lived me, my mother, my grandfather, and my grandmother, and next door lived my aunt. It was a Sunday, and my aunt Betty was upstairs getting ready for bed. She went to the bathroom and looked out the window, and above the trees behind our houses she saw a mysterious silent craft just hanging there in the air, completely motionless unnaturally motionless.
It was a thin and long triangular craft that looked black. Its surface looked like a meteorite, like some kind of organic metal. I had never seen anything like it it wasn’t like our craft, with smooth and shiny metal. It had three blue lights on it, one on each corner of the triangle, and in the center there was a huge white light, like “plasma” I don’t know exactly what it was. In that area there was a road and a small bridge that could only fit one car at a time that’s where the craft was hovering.
My aunt was wondering what it could be it was maybe only ten meters above the tops of the trees. She quickly went into her room and called us, where my mother was watching a baseball game with two of her friends. I was upstairs asleep, as was my grandfather. My mother went to the back of the house, which had a view of the craft, and picked up the phone. My aunt told her, “Beth-Ann, Beth-Ann, look outside! Something’s hovering out there!”
She looked and started screaming: “Oh my God, what is that?” Her two friends heard her and ran over shouting, “What happened?” and that’s when the noise woke me up and I heard them running to the back. My bed was right under the window, and I was tall enough, even at three and a half, that I could see out. I saw it too but at that age… it’s a lot to process. I was watching as my aunt was still on the phone with my mother and they were both looking at it, along with her two friends. All of us were watching it.
We watched it for five or six minutes, just sitting there motionless. That night it was raining and the clouds were very low, so that already rules out a lot of possible explanations for what it could have been. A lot of people ask me how big it was I’d describe it as about the length of a large attack helicopter, but thinner, triangular, and it definitely wasn’t a helicopter. Helicopters make noise, and so do drones. If it was silent… I don’t know what kind of technology that could be.
As we were watching this craft, suddenly… I should make it clear, this happened simultaneously, it happened so fast… how can I put it in the blink of an eye! Suddenly, we saw… a “light.” A “ball of light.” A “beam of light.” Something came down from the clouds and hit the craft, and at the same time red and orange sparks started flying off the craft, and then it exploded but the white “plasma” in its center, instead of blowing outward, was “sucked” inward! Whatever was left of the craft fell straight down, and I mean straight down, vertically, into the marsh near the bridge.
We were terrified. When this thing exploded, it was like seeing a firework for the first time you think pieces of it might hit you. We were afraid that parts of the craft would hit the house. We didn’t know what it was, we didn’t know if it was extraterrestrial or some private/secret aircraft in any case, someone must have been inside it when it exploded we saw someone die. It was serious, it was frightening.
After the explosion, my mother hung up the phone and called 911. Everything that followed became known as “The Lower Alloways Creek incident.” And a lot really did happen.
Do you have any questions so far? Because that was the easy part of the story.
Orestis: Yes Robert, some clarifications, you said that the boat was completely silent from the moment you saw it. Did the explosion make any noise?
R: From our location we didn't hear anything, but a neighbor who didn't see it, "heard it land," didn't hear the explosion, but heard it "hit the ground." It was blowing hard that night and said he thought it was a very strong wind that knocked down a tree. His house was surrounded by trees so he couldn't have seen it but he heard it fall. He reported it to the police, his report is there. Strangely, there was never any fire, no burn marks the next day. Very strange. Should I continue?
Orestes: Continue. What happened next?
R: OK. My mother called 911 and reported it. She said exactly this: “Some kind of craft just exploded behind our house, please send help. My address is…” that’s what she said.
Ten minutes later, a local police officer showed up and very quickly asked us some questions: “What did you see? What was it? What happened? OK, thank you very much.” He did the same with my aunt next door, then left.
It was raining and we didn’t want to go outside we had no idea what this thing was. My mother was only 22 years old we weren’t going out there. That all happened about 10 minutes after the call to the police.
And here’s where things get strange. Twenty-five minutes after the call, two black cars show up. Out of one car came two men dressed in black, with hats and no sunglasses (since it was nighttime). They looked normal. Out of the other car came a man in an Air Force uniform. We figured maybe he had come from Dover Air Force Base, which is the base that patrols the nuclear plant and is fairly close by.
We let them come inside so we could answer some questions. We thought, why not? Somebody might have died. As for the two let’s call them “Men in Black” I don’t know anything about them. I don’t know who they work for, I have no idea if they were even human. I can’t speculate to me they looked human.
They came into the living room where my mother had been watching the game with her friends we had a couch and a coffee table there.
The two men in black asked my mother and her friends to sit on the couch, and they did. The men in black stood in front of the coffee table, and the Air Force guy stood off to the side just listening he didn’t say anything, he just stood in his corner.
One of the MIB put a notepad and a pen down on the table. Let me be clear: my family was expecting questions like “What did you see? What happened?” but that’s not what we heard.
They sat down, and the first thing they asked was:
“Can you draw three different kinds of aliens?”
My mother’s friends burst out laughing: “You’re kidding, right?” Where we live, we’re simple people we believe, we hunt… we’re not like city folks. Nobody has any fancy degrees, we’re just regular people.
Even so, my mother picked up the pen and started drawing. It was 10:40 p.m., and the crash had happened around 10:18 p.m.
My mom had stayed up late the night before with her friends, so they were tired, and the friends thought the whole thing was some kind of joke, or that these MIB were ufologists which they couldn’t have been, because MUFON showed up the very next day.
So the two friends gathered their things and left. They didn’t think my mother and I were in any danger.
My mom stayed, and she drew three different kinds of aliens as best she could. She had originally been left-handed but was forced to write right-handed, so the drawings weren’t perfect. She made three basic sketches of different aliens on the paper and handed it back to the MIB.
Then they took her into another room, smaller and quieter. There, the Air Force man gave her a short regression hypnosis session. Apparently the military does use regression and hypnosis to retrieve information from soldiers with combat PTSD. When they need details about a situation that went completely off the rails like if an entire unit got ambushed and didn’t know from where they’ll use regression to get useful intel.
That’s exactly what the Air Force man did very brief, five minutes max. Then the two MIB sat in the corner and just listened.
And that’s the moment my mother probably said more than she should have, in front of the wrong people.
It’s weird that they didn’t ask her what she saw or what happened. It’s like they already knew what was going on before we even had the faintest idea.
During the regression, that’s when my mother realized she’d been in contact with entities for a long time, that they’d been taking her, experimenting on her and so on. It all rushed back at once.
After the regression they went back to the living room. My mother sat on the couch, the MIB stood again in front of the table, and the Air Force guy was once more listening quietly from his corner.
The MIB asked my mother if she had any questions. She said, “Yeah, I do…”
Let me clarify: my mom had no degree, she got pregnant with me at 17. So her questions, as a young mother, were about how to protect me, her child. Her questions were:
“Are they dangerous?” good question, right?
The MIB answered:
“If they were dangerous, do you think we’d still be here?”
“OK,” we thought, that makes sense. If they could wipe us out, why haven’t they already? So maybe they’re not that evil after all.
The second question to the MIB was:
“Why doesn’t the world know about these beings?”
The MIB answered:
“We’re doing everything we can to prepare the public about UFOs and aliens.”
Pay attention: this was in 1991. The X-Files TV show came out in 1993, and Men in Black was released in 1996. This happened well before all that. I have to emphasize this, because people often accuse me of just repeating what the movies say, when it’s actually the other way around: the movies say what we experienced. I’m not copying them they’re copying us.
So they said:
“We’re doing everything we can to prepare the public about UFOs and aliens, and over the next ten years [so, 1991–2001] you’ll see signs of UFOs and aliens in newspapers, magazines, movies, etc.”
Back then, in 1991, there were no social media, so that’s why they talked about newspapers, magazines, shows, and so on.
My mom said, “OK, that sounds logical.” Obviously, Close Encounters of the Third Kind and other films already existed before this incident, so maybe that’s why their answer seemed reasonable to her. “OK, so you’re preparing us, I get it.”
Then she asked the third and last question. After the regression with the Air Force guy, realizing that these beings come and take her away and do things to her, she was understandably worried. So she asked:
“When they take me and I’m not here, what happens if something happens to my child (me) or to my grandfather?”
(He was old at the time and my mom was his caregiver.)
“What will happen to them if something happens and I’m not here to help them?”
And the MIB answered:
“They use little grey aliens. They stay behind, and if anything is about to happen to you, they can put you back ‘in no time’…” and he snapped his fingers.
Now, note this: he didn’t snap his fingers like you and I would. He did it like someone who had just learned how to do it. Even the way they held the pen was weird.
They looked human, they spoke like humans, but the way they moved… It could just be the standard mannerisms taught in the military or CIA to extract information, so it’s hard to know if they were acting weird on purpose or because they themselves were very strange. I can’t know I don’t know who they were, but they clearly don’t answer to the government about this phenomenon they are the ones running the show.
After that, they said: “Do you have any more questions?” and my mother said, “No.”
So they said:
“Good. Now listen. Tomorrow, a lot of researchers, newspapers, and TV stations will contact you.”
That’s weird, because we had never given our names to anyone we wanted to remain anonymous.
Then they said:
“When they come, you’ll tell them it was a helicopter crash. If you don’t do that, we’ll take your son.”
She replied, “OK, I understand.” And that’s exactly what happened.
Here I have to say: nobody has ever published my story since the moment I started speaking out. That’s because of this part the MIB control the news, even the researchers. They decide what message goes out, and in our case that was the helicopter story.
Helicopters are not silent, nor triangular, and they need rotors. Same for drones. This thing had none of that. I have no idea how it was staying in the air I honestly don’t understand it.
So the next day, while my family remained anonymous, the MIB had obviously sent word to TV channels, reporters, and Hollywood companies, and they all showed up… it was chaos. Among them was Budd Hopkins, a major UFO and abduction researcher. There’s a recent documentary about him on Netflix, about a woman, Linda Napolitano, who (with the help of beings) floated and passed through her bedroom window.
Budd Hopkins worked with my mother for a while he did regression hypnosis with her after the incident. But she was afraid of stigma and ridicule, and she was afraid the MIB would lock her in a psychiatric hospital or take me away from her. I was in school by then, and she didn’t want me to be bullied, especially because of the experiences she had had and the “inappropriate” things those beings did to her, whoever and whatever they are. She absolutely didn’t want people mocking me for that…
She wanted me not to have to go through all of this, and in her questions to the MIB you can see that her main concern was protecting her only son.
The fact that these people threatened a 22-year-old single mother in the name of “national security” is utterly insane it makes me angry just thinking about it. Whoever these MIB are, they should be held accountable for the lives they’ve ruined.
It cost us a lot. Today, if you see something similar, there’s a chance someone will listen to you and you won’t be alone. Back then it was unbearable to live with the fear that people would call you crazy.
If someone doesn’t believe me, I understand this really is “unbelievable.” That’s why I waited until I had evidence before I spoke, because I knew no one would believe me! I waited 30 years. Thirty years! And yet I did find evidence, and I published it.
That’s essentially what happened at our house. I could go into further detail about what the aliens did to my mother (but let’s leave that aside). What I’ve told you is from our perspective, from inside our homes. There were other things happening at the crash site at the same time.
After I uploaded the first part of my documentary on YouTube, I read out publicly only three of the six pages of evidence I’ve found. As they say, “Keep an ace up your sleeve” the other three pages are police reports, military telegrams. I’m keeping those “for emergency use.”
Now, about the crash site: after I posted the documentary, people from the local fire station spoke up.
My cousin was the chief of the Lower Alloways Creek Fire Squad. As soon as they were informed that some craft had gone down, they rushed to the scene. On their way to the bridge, they noticed that the marshy area to their left had been “torn up.” Then they saw a huge black “tarp” spread out over the marsh.
In the water there was a Coast Guard boat with a man standing upright in it, armed, signaling for the fire truck to stop. From his vantage point, the fire truck would have had a very clear view of the site.
My cousin said, “Is everything OK?” and the Coast Guard guy answered, “The situation is under control,” and ordered them to leave. So they did.
Back at the station, where groups of people were hanging out (we don’t have late-night bars here), my cousin told some friends: “Uh… we just saw something really weird. Something went down and they sent us back. We didn’t see any fire at all!”
Then one girl got into her car and rushed to the site about 15 minutes’ drive from the station. When she got there, she saw the road and the bridge completely blocked off. She looks around and sees a tree-cutting crew taking down trees. She’s wondering what’s going on and trying to see as much as she can.
It was a local crew, not military I wish I knew exactly who they were I would have tracked them down and asked some serious questions. At that point it was about 11:20 p.m., almost an hour after the incident.
She went back to the station and told another girl what she’d seen, piquing her curiosity. So that second girl took her own car and drove there another 15 minutes, almost midnight, two hours after the event.
When the second girl arrived, the tree-cutting crew was gone, and in their place was a big truck with a flatbed. She saw orange and yellow lights on top, not the blue and red of police cars.
On the flatbed was some kind of object covered in something black she couldn’t see what it was because there were many such black covers in the area.
She went back to the station, and sometime between midnight and 12:30 that’s when, we can guess, they had completely “combed through” the area.
All of this is very strange, because my mother called again for help around 2–2:30 in the morning, and police helicopters came to search for the downed craft. There were four of them, and one of them, from the Delaware State Police, had thermal imaging on it which was a really big deal back then.
All that costs money, and it’s weird to send them out to find something that supposedly never happened!
But by the time the helicopters arrived, the site had already been “scrubbed,” so they didn’t find anything.
From that day to this very day, the bridge is still closed. So is the road, since 1991. And now, unfortunately, they’re trying to demolish the bridge…
I’m trying to bring this to people’s attention here I absolutely do not want that bridge torn down, because it’s one of the most important pieces of evidence I have.
Ufologists from all over the country come here to see the site, and I’ve taken them there and they tell me the place is “creepy, abandoned, but at the same time peaceful and serene.”
When I was little, I played there. As I grew up, I went there to meditate and took pictures. It’s a very important place, and it would be a shame to destroy it.
The discussion about demolishing the bridge started not long after I released my documentary, so it seems they’re still trying to bury my story.
The day after the incident, all those MUFON researchers and TV crews came. A week later, they showed my mother on TV under hypnosis, regression. What she’s saying given she was just a small-town girl with no degree touches on subjects like genetics, the universe, and aliens.
If you were a doctor, I’d understand you talking like that, but for a 22-year-old single mom with no degree to be able to describe advanced genetic information, that shouldn’t be possible. The media were blown away.
Unsolved Mysteries also came and filmed, but it was never aired.
Around that time my mother decided to stop talking publicly, and she cut off contact with Budd Hopkins because she was afraid she’d draw attention if she shared more information like that. We wanted a simple life we never asked for this to happen to us. It just happened to hit us we didn’t want it, we didn’t seek it.
I feel bad for whoever was in that craft and died. I was little then after that I had nightmares and vivid dreams.
I started watching alien movies and playing with that kind of toys so much that they had to hide some magazines I had. I was three and a half years old I saw it happen, and then I watched the “preparation” from the MIB in magazines and movies, but I knew something extra.
Other people would say to me, “Ah, it’s fake, it’s science fiction!” But when you see it that young and you know it’s real, it’s terrifying.
I was scared, my family too… my mother was screaming, other relatives had to stop talking about it because it affected me, because we talked about it a lot once you see something like that, you have to talk about it! But I couldn’t handle it.
I know it’s hard and complicated to share this kind of story, because so many things were happening at the same time what was going on at my house, at the crash site, in the media, with my mother’s experiences… it was a very intense couple of days.
Orestis: Let's go back to the beginning, you said there was a nuclear plant in the area, how far away was it approximately?
R: Thanks! Finally someone who got this about nuclear plants in the US. I don't know if you have nuclear plants in Greece, do you?
Orestes: No...
R: That's good! In the US nuclear plants have a no-fly zone, 10 nautical miles! That's 11 miles (~17km). I don't know in kilometers, figure that out for yourself. This incident took place 3 miles from the nuclear plant, the torrent where it fell is directly connected to it! So this object was flying in a no-fly zone!
Orestes: Exactly, it shouldn't even be there.
So, and in the police report, I found evidence! That day, two other people called the police and saw this object hovering in other places, they saw it on their way home from work. We only saw it fall, while it had been flying for hours! The reports started around 1:00 PM, from then on it was in the air, until the time we saw it fall. No craft can fly for that long continuously! And all this happened so close to the nuclear plant! I'm sure it's related. Since then, former security guards have spoken of UFOs they've seen interacting with the nuclear plant, setting off all the radiation alarms. The next day the entire security team was fired, and the official explanation given was that there was a "radioactive cloud from China" that moved towards here in NJ and only affected our nuclear plant and no one else! They know the truth! Terrible...
Orestis: Was there an official report of a lost or downed aircraft in the area in those days? So is there anything we can connect to the incident?
R: I love these questions. I've done hundreds of interviews, and many times they don't sit down to read the data, but you seem to have! In the meantime, because of the reports, the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) was called. The networks also took calls, so did the newspapers, investigators, and the police. They contacted military bases in the area, and I have the conversations transcribed. But Dover Air Force Base, where the officer in the car must have come from, that's the only base I don't have the conversations transcribed. In my records, it says that Dover was informed, but I was never able to get a transcript, which is strange since they're the ones who were involved.
Also, from what I've talked to, no one has contacted the Gloucester County Coast Guard, even though they were there to put up the blackout. A lot of people don't realize it, but the Coast Guard is often involved in UFO cover-ups. They play a very important role, and everyone talks about the Air Force... and the Coast Guard plays a role here because they patrol the nuclear plant. So all the bases took calls, and the channels and the investigators and the police said that no aircraft had been reported missing, and also that no boats should have been flying in the area in the first place because of the nuclear plant's exclusion zone! That's all I have... So there was no boat that was blamed or reported missing.
Orestes: What did your mother say about that?
Orestes: After that.
Orestis: The next day, at MUFON, at the services that came to investigate it, etc.
R: Do you mean at the time of the incident?
R: In the years that followed?
R: When KW3 Philadelphia News came, their story – same as MUFON’s – was the helicopter story. That’s what the MIB told my mother to say, and that’s what she said. The same with the TV news, the newspapers, MUFON. Everyone told the same story. They laid out all the reasons why it couldn’t have been a helicopter, but they kept calling it a helicopter in the headlines, over and over again.
When the TV crews came, they tried to convince my mother it was a meteor! But it was raining and completely overcast – you can’t see meteors! At the TV station my mother said: “Meteors don’t just hang there motionless for a while before they explode and drop straight down.” It’s absurd! They never ask the right questions.
I have this phrase from the news. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find the video clip. My mother said: “It was a helicopter, I’d bet my life on it.” Why would she bet her life on it? The answer is: to protect me.
Later, when Budd Hopkins started publishing his research, that’s when my mother was finally able to speak privately and agree to be recorded. I haven’t found that material, and I’ve looked everywhere. I spoke with my friend who’s the director of MUFON, and with others, trying to get answers about my case, trying to find Budd Hopkins or John Mack, who both worked with my mother.
I tried to find their archive, which is in Philadelphia, in written form. It hasn’t been digitized, so you have to go there and dig through thousands of boxes hoping to find something, at Temple University in Philadelphia. I’ve put a lot of time into trying to find evidence, and I hadn’t managed to find anything until then.
But when Budd Hopkins started doing regressions with my mother, then she was finally able to explain why she would wake up at night in a room filled with white light right before she was “sucked” through the wall and pulled onto a table inside a craft, surrounded by those beings she called “Tall Whites,” as others call them too.
I’ve heard some describe them as humanoid, and I’ve also heard others talk about them the way I know them: like Greys but very tall, with white skin, very white.
In her regressions, my mother found out she was part of a hybridization program, and from the age of nine – when she first started having her period – that’s when her abductions began. She learned that through regression. They would take her, and use something like… a needle or rod to reach her stomach through her abdomen, not via the reproductive organs.
Other times they would take eggs before sending her back, and a week or so later they would take her again, apparently after having done “their thing” with the eggs or some embryo – I don’t know exactly what they did – but they would put it back in her, send her home again, and then two or three months later they’d take her once more and remove the embryo, which had grown a bit, and put it into tubes.
This went on her entire life. She had her tubes tied, hoping everything would stop, but she kept having miscarriages, again and again, even though it was impossible for her to get pregnant.
Unfortunately, I witnessed one of those miscarriages… I’ve seen things I wish I had never seen. They’re embarrassing, uncomfortable, nobody wants to see their own mother in such a state…
Anyway, after some time, “they” would show my mother the grown embryos – her hybrid children. Some looked like us, or at least not like you, because they had red and blond hair. Some were deformed – if you’ve ever seen the movie Goonies, some were deformed like that. Others had the perfect balance between Grey and human – like 50/50, something like that.
The Whites would stand in the corners of the room they were in – I don’t know if it was on a craft or in some underground base… Anyway, they stood there and let the children interact with my mother, and she would ask them: “Can I keep one? Please, I miss my children.”
Many times she cried, saying she missed her children and would never be able to see them. I didn’t understand what was happening until I was older she didn’t tell me a lot of this then. She was so young. She would tell me I wasn’t in danger, that they were just “curious” and were here to help us. That’s what I knew as a kid.
“Yes, they’re here, but they won’t hurt you, if you see them don’t be afraid,” and so on very gently.
But when I grew up and had my own experiences, which I won’t get into here, I told her about them, and that’s when she began to tell me details about the hybridization program and Budd Hopkins.
Back when I was four, I couldn’t even understand what she was telling me, and I was scared I had bad dreams. She didn’t want to frighten me more.
I was 24 when I finally heard the full story. I knew about the hybridization by 17, when my mother had those miscarriages and cried in the bathroom for hours and wouldn’t come out, and I was worried something had happened to her, and I went in and saw it… That’s when I realized those hybrids were real.
My mother isn’t crazy, but I’m a logical person if I haven’t seen or experienced something myself, even if it’s my own mother and I believe her 100%, it’s still hard to really wrap your head around it.
At that time I was a pastor, going to a Bible college. Nobody had prepared us to think about such things. It was beyond my capacity then, and over time it just kept expanding.
Unfortunately, about four years ago, when I first started finding evidence, my mother had died three months earlier. She died without ever seeing what I’d found, and when I finally uncovered it, it felt like I was given some kind of closure.
I hadn’t managed to help her, and that really eats at me if I’d found it earlier… I could have helped her find closure too, but sadly I found it three months too late, and that hurts.
That’s why I wanted to come into this community, to help others who’ve gone through the same thing, because we’re not alone I know that for sure. There are millions in the same program who think they just have weird dreams.
I believe we’re all aliens, that’s how I see it. You want proof of aliens? Look at yourself in the mirror! I’m not a savior, I’m just a normal person who had something incredibly unusual happen to him at a very young age.
So my mother explained all that, about the program and exactly what they do.
It wasn’t just the Whites many different species had different purposes. Some gave her wise messages, like the type she called “the Blues,” who were tall, looked like Greys but their skin was bluish. She said their skin was… like it was “electric,” a kind of pulsing blue color, and they were very peaceful. They gave her very positive, hopeful messages.
The “Nordics” were another kind, and then another one for which she actually had a specific name: the “Zeta.” That’s weird she had no names for the others, only nicknames like “Blues,” “Nordics,” and so on, but for the Zeta she always said they came from Zeta Reticuli. I don’t know how she knew that.
While the MIB had said that small aliens stay behind and watch, I’d never seen any of those “Zeta.” It’s… creepy, knowing that throughout my childhood I had little Greys above me watching me whenever they took my mother!
The little ones seem to be the workers. The tall ones are the bosses, the ones in charge. The small ones might not even be organic in the strict sense they’re like drones. Not all of them, of course, some are organic, but others are drones made of organic materials.
In theory you could build a drone out of flesh and blood… messy, but doable. They’ve managed it.
In some regressions she had also seen the so-called Reptilians. Strangely, they were very positive.
The night before the crash she dreamt that she was walking through a wooded area and saw three hamster-cage-like things with red and orange “spiral shapes.” That’s related to genetics T and C and as for chakras, those colors are linked to the reproductive system.
She said she saw three or four “mongooses” walking upright toward her. She also saw two big snakes. That was before the regression therapies it was what she remembered from a dream or during an abduction.
After the regressions, she realized the mongooses were actually Greys. The two snakes she saw, she felt compelled to protect them from the mongooses. Like those snakes were Reptilians, and my mother had an overwhelming urge to protect them from… probably the Greys?
I don’t know. I don’t know about “space politics,” or whatever conflict there might be between them, I have no idea… But it seems there might be some kind of struggle over my mother, or that someone is trying to protect her from those doing the experiments on her, or that whoever is doing the experiments doesn’t want anyone else involved.
Maybe there are rules they’re breaking by doing that. I believe there must also be human agencies collaborating with these entities.
What can I say? How do I know the government wasn’t helping the Whites do what they did to my mother? I don’t have answers to those questions, it’s all very complicated.
Some things she told me I can’t even describe, or fully grasp, and sadly I don’t remember everything… And after she died, I didn’t have the recordings of her regressions to know more details. I can’t quote word-for-word what she said, only what she told me from time to time.
You, since you’re in healthcare… As I told you, they started abducting her when she began having her period.
All her life she bled constantly! She might have had maybe one week a month when she didn’t bleed. I believe that was due to their continual interventions.
At the time of the crash she was 22. When she was 25 pay attention to this one of her lungs collapsed! You’re in healthcare… She was 25, 1.80 tall, slim and very healthy how does that happen?
Her lung collapsed in the same way… the other known cases are divers and astronauts, people who go very deep underwater or into space only they can experience that kind of lung collapse.
A healthy, tall, slender, beautiful 25-year-old suffers a collapsed lung? I believe that… whoever those Whites were, whatever they were doing… it’s not necessarily safe for human beings.
If a human goes to a high altitude, or, let’s say, they’re taken onto a craft and the interior isn’t adjusted to our biology, then there can be serious long-term consequences. And I believe the collapse happened because of that transfer from one altitude to another.
I might be wrong I know it can happen spontaneously but you have to ask yourself how such a young woman’s lungs could just collapse out of nowhere, and why. It’s strange…
Add to that the constant periods, the tubal ligation and miscarriages that made no sense… and it all went on for her entire life.
Orestes: Especially now, if it's happening so often to people, the government should come out and tell us whether we're safe from these beings or not. Do you agree?
R: Yeah, because I don’t think that was their intention. I think they just wanted to take something genetic, maybe to help their own species survive… I don’t know why they do it, I can only guess. But whether their intentions are good or not, if there are serious side-effects, then some people get hurt. It’s like they’re trying to do something good but…
My mother never had a problem with the Whites. She felt like she was helping them. She was never afraid of them. She told me that all the time: “Never be afraid.” You’ve heard of many people whose experiences are completely terrifying my mother was never once afraid, no matter what beings she saw, she was never terrified.
Oh, and on the list of beings… sometimes she would see the “Mantis,” the mantis-type entities. Many times they helped the little Greys, but the Mantis weren’t like the Whites: the Whites used other Zeta Greys, whereas the Mantis often helped some other beings. They were very positive, but also incredibly scientific, she said, and had great “curiosity.” There was no emotion, nothing they were just trying to understand things. From what she said, they were very involved with “frequencies and vibrations” and with learning… like, they really love to observe and research they’re basically scientists, according to what my mother told me.
About the Nordics, she said they’re simply “protectors” of the planet, etc. I never had experiences like that myself, so it’s hard for me to say, but I believe there’s a lot out there that we can’t perceive yet but we’ll find out soon, right? We are Disclosure!
We’re not going to wait for any government to tell us what we already know from our own personal experience! We’re taking the first step and bringing Disclosure ourselves one video at a time, one story at a time, one experience at a time and that’s already more than any government has done toward Disclosure.
We are Disclosure, and I really appreciate that you took the time to do your research and gave me a chance to do this interview. Thank you!
Orestes: Likewise Robert, likewise. Robert, would you like to give us some links in case someone wants to contact you? How would you like people to find you?
R: Of course! My Youtube channel is “Robert Earl White” as you can see, if you click on it on Youtube it will bring up my channel. The name for my movement is “ORDER OF LIGHT” and I use this name because when one shines light in the darkness, then the truth comes to the surface! We bring order to the world by bringing to light the lies, the cover-ups, and the only way to get to the truth is by exposing the lies that are hidden deep and in many layers.
Also, my email is “orderoflight777@gmail.com”. You can also find me on X and Facebook (I have to use many different names because I have lost many accounts. On X my account is, all caps, “WATDOOL” which stands for “We are the Disclosure ORDER OF LIGHT”. This one on X. Also, it will shock you, you don’t know, but my last name is “Orasi”, which sounds like yours. In Turkish, it means “there” and I have it tattooed on it, it sounds like yours. “Orasi”. On Facebook my name is Robert Orasi but if you click on Robert Earl White or Robert Orasi you will see it right away, I have changed my name because my previous profile was deleted due to an interview I did with Laura Eisenhower, the granddaughter of President Eisenhower from World War II, and unfortunately that’s how I got on the Pentagon’s radar and she lost her YouTube channel. They are trying hard to silence us, it’s ridiculous. Facebook won’t let me put my name on it for to create a new profile so I put Orasi. I also had five different TikToks and they all got taken down, I don't use it anymore. Basically, Youtube and my email are left, if you want to talk to me or tell me your story, you can tell me.
Orestes: We do everything we can, that's why we're here!
This was Robert Earl White from the Order of Light.
Thank you!
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