The Blue Mountains UFO enigma has unceasingly intrigued RACE for many years now and
has been our primary focus point on most of our expeditions. Since our first venture
to the more remote regions such as the Jamison Valley, Mount Cookem and the Burragorang,
we have literally been 'Johnny on the spot' (keeping in mind that this was a 'turn
of luck' from previous attempts: much sacrifice, extensive work and ill fated journeys).
Moreover, independent witnesses had notified us to recount their experiences of UFOs
near the abovementioned areas. It is without doubt that the Blue Mountains lends
itself to unusual phenomenon in the skies and, as we again experienced, within the
density of its jungle-
There had been three other incidents in previous years that suggest the existence of some peculiar life forms. I will details these a little later on.
In mid September 2007, we were once again loaded with all the necessities to conduct
an organised expedition -
Once base camp was established we began our first watch. Other than a few inexplicable lights in the far horizon, nothing else out of the ordinary was sighted that evening. A sudden southerly change brought bone chilling winds, airborne debris and a tide of mist, which made visibility difficult. By 12.30am the conditions deteriorated even further. Our research equipment were at stake and the night had to be called.
The next day was relatively calmer. It gave us an opportunity to experiment with numerous filters on our visual equipment such as Infrared and Polycontrast filters. Then at nightfall and we began monitoring the skies from our vantage point by using low lux camcorders, scanners (listening to air traffic control for any unregistered air crafts), electro magnetic interference meters and other measuring devices. This is where a thermal imaging system would have assisted our research immensely … especially in the following situation:
Around 9.30pm the team split in two. The second group decided to leave the vantage point and remain at base camp. At this point in time, one of the members, Dominic, became uneasy and felt that something was seriously amiss around the camp area. He alerted the rest of the team at the vantage point and I decided to investigate the source of this unpleasant atmosphere. Whatever caused this sense of unease made Dom aim his torch directly towards the jungle behind us.
To add to the tension, we all heard a howl like scream, unlike anything I have ever heard before, followed by heavy steps pounding the rocky ground below. Armed with a head mounted torch and a video camera I quickly scrambled down through the scrub. The ground beneath my feet suddenly gave way and I fell down hard onto a rocky outcrop, far below base camp.
Gathering my terrified breath I instantly looked around. It was dead silent with
only the pale light of the full moon peering through tall trees keeping me company
and whatever else was lurking out there. Luckily I managed to fall on my back without
damaging the camera. My ankle twisted I attempted to turn the camera back on. Just
then I heard a loud crunch only a few metres in front of me, as if a branch was crushed
… and then silence again. I stood there for a while aiming my camera between the
trees and shrubs. Nothing. I began a quiet yet painful climb back up to camp … and
then another sound echoed from below -
The second team decided to return to the vantage point and continue the night watch for aerial phenomena. One of our members, Kellie, took the bionic ear. She placed the headphones on and began to listen into the darkness behind us.
It wasn't long after when Darren and I heard a loud thud just behind us, followed by Kellie exclaiming in pain. A large rock was thrown at us. As it hit the ground the bionic ear amplified the thud into an explosion, nearly deafening Kellie. Dom and Larraine called out from base camp. Something was wrong.
There was no overhang behind us to suggest that an animal might have accidentally
dislodged a rock. The bolide had hit the ground with excessive force and rolled down
the run off beside us. Shocked, Darren and I went to reinvestigate. This time we
ventured to the far eastern part of the forest on the other side of base camp. We
came to what seemed to be a cemetery of dead trees on a rock ledge. We turned our
torches off and began to wait. Half an hour later … and nothing. We assembled at
base camp, deciding what to do as the situation worsened. A large rock was hurled
at us. What was to be expected next? Dominic said that to a point we pretty much
dodged a bullet. A rock that felt considerable in size and travelling at a velocity
that shook the ground beneath us when it collided with the ground -
Talking about our next course of action, one of the torches reflected a pair of red
eyes from the gorge below. Then it vanished. There was something large and 'chunky'
out there, capable of smashing through trees (as Larraine described her experience
later on), throwing large rocks and knowing the terrain better than anyone. It was
watching us -
I made a decision to approach this life form in a hospitable way by donating some
of my rations (dehydrated beef). Again I found myself alone, heading down awkwardly
towards the gorge with a slight limp -
The rest of the night was spent at the vantage point with all the team members together, anticipating the unexpected.
The following day I interviewed members of the team to recount last nights shocking events. Kellie was telling us how the day before she was drawn out of her tent because of a strong sensation that someone or something was watching her.
Darren, Dominic and I agreed that we should investigate the gorge behind us. We would keep in touch with Kellie and Larraine via CB radios.
This was a second expedition within itself. Climbing down into the belly of the gorge
it felt like we had stepped back in time, some 200 million years: jagged cliffs,
mysterious caves, tall trees and a forest of ferns. We were in the middle of nowhere.
Anything could live out here without anyone knowing about it. Kellie radioed: another
large rock was thrown -
We began our hike up the trail. I continuously pressed the manual search button on my mobile phone every time if failed a search. Some five or six kilometres later … at last, a faint signal registered.
Darren made the call to Frank (Kellie's husband) who had rescued us before from an
When Darren and I returned, Larraine said that she heard some noises coming from the forest. It sounded as if someone or something was hitting the trees. We didn't stay long enough to dodge yet another bolide. Frank arrived around midnight, leaving behind an experience we will never forget. Would we ever go back to find out what malicious intents were lurking in the dense forestry that drove us out? Most certainly yes ... but only with the right equipment that will one day give us the advantage to see and document the evidence.
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