Bigger Than Roswell: December 4, 2005

I was hesitant to write this, simply because I knew that I would be dismissed as a crank by so many. For months since I first realized what I’m about to write here, I imagined myself dismissed as some senile Fox Mulder. But no matter how I tried to interpret the data from my files on United Flight 2581, I could come to only one conclusion: No human or Earthly force could have brought down my wife’s plane in the terrifying manner that it was. 

The cause could only have been extra-terrestrial. 

I felt released as I wrote that.

But alien involvement is the only thing I can conclude from the sheer strangeness of the phenomena involved. Consider the following:

1) Recently declassified NORAD files, copies of which are part of my own data on the crash, reveal that a massive electromagnetic disturbance occurs over that particular region of northwestern Quebec every 17 years.

2) The metal of the plane itself seemed to twist in ways that no ordinary crash could have done. Parts of the plane even replicated themselves. Investigators describe the fuselage as bubbling long after the crash, but not hot to the touch. They say the metal seemed to be budding, like how some plants or microorganisms reproduce.

3) The organic life in the field surrounding the crash site showed clear signs of mutation. Investigators describe the grass as having grown into unnatural, jagged shapes. Such harm to the vegetation could not have been caused by the impact of the plane alone. I have speculated some kind of radiation, but that hypothesis does not align with the fact that the creatures seemed to thrive in the environment. It seemed that the DNA of the plants themselves were affected. Some investigators even described insects whose exoskeletons were twisted into grotesque shapes that could not have evolved naturally on Earth. Yet these creatures behaved otherwise entirely normally, thriving in this inhuman forest.

4) And there were lights in the forest, inexplicable crimson lights emanating from the ground.

Countless investigators from the transportation and homeland security bureaus of two countries descended on that crash site and the nearby town of Seul-Coeur. Given the scale of the investigation and the number of people who died in the crash, including my wife Zoiey, there was no way that these paranormal events could have been kept from the public eye except through a massive cover-up. In the digital age, the reach of the government to keep this knowledge from the public would have to be massive — the effort they would need to keep this secret would be bigger than what they allegedly put into hiding the Roswell crash. 

But I will work to bring this violation of the public trust, and desecration of the memories of the dead, to the public eye.

Metal Growing Like Tumors: September 20, 2005

The TSA was not prepared for what happened in Seul-Coeur. They did not realize that this was no ordinary plane crash. Teams of forensic investigators from the United States and Canada descended on a scar in the Quebec countryside that was still smoking. I have a great deal of sympathy for those men and women, who must deal so clinically with such violent death on a daily basis. The sight of all those charred remains, a kind of mass crematorium, must be there whenever they close their eyes. That vision is on the inside of my eyelids, and I have only seen photographs. They could smell the bodies.

I only learned what they knew long after the fact of their investigation. I do not remember much of that time. My boss was good enough to give me time off from my work at first, as grief leave is not exactly all that common. Eventually, though, he could not tolerate my growing focus on why and how Zoiey died. Her death was terrible enough, but the cruelty continued. By the time I lost my job, my own employer, who had worked with me for so long that I considered him a friend, gave me a severance check and told me that people do not permit men to cry or scream in the office. By then, I was used to the indignity. 

One of the reasons I’ve begun this blog is to overcome that indignity of being dismissed as one more pathetic crank whose mind was broken by grief over his wife. A crank would never have been able to amass the kind of comprehensive data that exist in my files, the kind of data that our governments do not want people to know about. There are people who would be all too happy to see me dismissed as a madman. 

Yet reality is insane enough. This week, I will describe for you some of what the TSA report found had happened to the wreckage. It summarizes the report, which you can view in full at this link, written by the crash’s lead investigator at the TSA, Chad Stottlemeyer. 

The fuselage was in tatters: burnt, fragmented, twisted metal. The tail, however, was damaged, but largely intact. The investigators, however, found that it had developed bulbous, thick spheres emerging from its surface. Stottlemeyer compares them to tumor growths. These growths, however, were made of metal, and retained enough heat for a week after the crash to bring the metal almost to melting point. Where the metallic tumors touched the grass, it left blackened vegetation. 

Whatever energy brought down United 2581 in 1997, it was not an energy that is so far known to human science. It was capable of growing metal from metal, as if it were organic tissue. It is a chemical reaction that, according to every known principle in contemporary science, is impossible at the massive scales the crash investigators found. It is a phenomenon more suited to the hallucinations and nightmares of alchemists instead of sober, rational scientists. 

I Am Paul Griffith: June 29, 2005

This blog exists to publish and publicize eight years of research on a cover-up that could involve the highest levels of the United States government. Authorities and unseen others are working to hide the truth about a disturbing event. We are used to governments lying to us about such tawdry things as sex and such terrible things as wars and weapons of mass destruction. This secret is worse, it is about our government being openly complicit in the cover-up of paranormal activity, even when that activity includes the murder of American citizens.

This much we are allowed to know. On today’s date in 1997, United Airlines Flight 2581 had 134 souls on board. It was a scheduled flight from Juneau, Alaska to Boston that diverted its path to avoid freak tornado conditions over Ontario, which took its flight path over an area of rural Quebec with very few people. The plane suffered an electromagnetic disturbance which interfered with its instruments and guidance systems, even causing recording faults in its black box. Electrical systems completely shut down. The likelihood of a fire breaking out while the plane was in flight remains unknown, the first sign of sinister goings-on. The plane’s gyroscopic systems were so badly damaged by the electromagnetic disturbance that it was difficult for investigators even to tell how much time elapsed between the first equipment failure and the fatal crash. This fact was suppressed in the hush campaign to silence media’s ability to report on this incident.

All 134 people on board United Flight 2581 died in a field in northwestern Quebec on June 29, 1997. The crash was itself caused by paranormal, unexplained activity. But it was not unexplainable. This blog will bring to public attention my entire investigation over the last eight years of this crash, its causes, and the forces inside the United States and Canadian governments, and perhaps elsewhere in the world, that have sought to keep the truth from the American public.

My name is Paul Griffith. Zoiey Griffith, my wife of 24 years and my companion for 31 years, died on that plane. I will uncover the truth. And her killers.