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Casebook: Alien Implants

Casebook: Alien Implants by Roger Leir
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Shocking evidence that alien implants are told by the doctor who removed them!

Alien implants. The objects are real. The facts.are indisputable. But where did they come from?

*A defense worker experiences bizarre radiolike noises coming from inside his jaw. Dental X rays reveal a small triangular object of unknown origin....

*A woman witnesses a UFO one night in the San Fernando Valley. Ever since, she has carried a small, unidentifiable object implanted in her leg....

*A young boy witnesses a glowing, hovering object one night in a potato field. Years later, during a routine X ray, doctors find a mysterious metal object buried deep within his flesh....

Gathered here in shocking detail is hard evidence the medical community has long denied: tangible proof that alien implants are real. They cannot be explained by science. They did not come from earth. And each possesses the unmistakable characteristics of alien origin.

In this eye-opening book, Dr. Roger Leir--a true pioneer in this extraordinary field--documents eight amazing stories of unknown objects being removed from persons reporting alien abduction. The results are some of the most astonishing finds of any UFO research to date.

The question remains: Are we the beneficiaries of implantation...or its victims?

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Random House Publishing Group; December 2008
226 pages; ISBN 9780307482686
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Title: Casebook: Alien Implants
Author: Roger Leir; Whitley Streiber


MY intention in writing this book is to provide a clear, concise account of how I applied my medical skills to a phenomenon that has not been looked at seriously by the scientific establishment. By doing this, I think I have come up with some of the most astonishing findings of any UFO research to date.

Fifty years after the modern UFO era began, mainstream science and  medicine still regard the UFO phenomenon as foolish pseudoscience. If UFOs were  taken seriously, there would be multimillion-dollar funding of a  well-planned and coordinated global research effort. Instead, ufology gets  along as best it can with minimal funding, raised largely by public membership  in various UFO organizations and by small grants to individuals from daring  philanthropic individuals.

The story of my own research efforts is one of coincidence, curiosity,  and struggle against many obstacles. This is the story of how a doctor and  scientist got interested in the field of UFOs.

I was awarded the degree of Doctor of Podiatric Medicine in 1964. After  graduation, I trained in surgery, and became podiatric director of residency

training at Simi Valley Doctors Hospital and chief of the Diabetic Foot Clinic  at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Hollywood. During this period I opened a  private practice, where I still work today.

My interest in ufology dates back to July 1947. I can vividly recall my  father walking into our kitchen and announcing to my mother that the United  States Army Air Force had just captured a flying saucer. He was referring to

the famous UFO crash at the air force base in Roswell, New Mexico. He showed

her the newspaper headline and proceeded to explain his views on the subject of  UFOs, discussing in depth his belief in extraterrestrial visitors. He also  expressed his opinion that the government was keeping the phenomenon  secret.

I have never forgotten his sincerity and the passion he had for this  subject, so years later, when a friend asked me if I would be interested in  attending a local MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) lecture, I told him I would, and  accompanied him to the next meeting. The presentation was so interesting that I  decided to attend future lectures, and I eventually became a member of  MUFON.

Coincidentally, at this time my close friend and first cousin, Dr.  Kenneth Ring, had just finished his book The Omega Project. I was  amazed to learn that he had written about the link between UFOs and near death  experiences, or NDEs, because I had personally experienced an NDE that  challenged my scientific assumptions and opened my mind to concepts such as  extraterrestrial visitations. Ken had discovered that both abductees and those  who returned to life, after a traumatic experience or during an operation, saw  the same beings and had some of the same experiences and aftereffects. Because  of my new interest in UFOs, I found this fascinating.

My NDE occurred on August 16, 1973. My recollection is vivid, because  this incident was so traumatic that it changed my life.

On a warm summer evening my close friend Jack, my wife, and I arrived at  Van Nuys airport about 5:30 p.m. We were going to fly  to Bakersfield for dinner. I am a licensed pilot, and had made arrangements  with the fixed base operator to have an aircraft ready and waiting. We parked,  locked the car, and walked to where the FBO had promised to leave the key and  the logbook for the aircraft. We made our way to the parked airplane and  proceeded with the preflight inspection. To my dismay, I found the fuel tanks  almost empty. Never before had I rented an aircraft with so little fuel on  board. I went to the nearest pay telephone, called the FBO at the other end of  the field, and arranged for the gas truck to meet us. We climbed into the  plane. I started the engine, called Ground Control for clearance, and taxied

toward the north end of the airport. In a few moments we arrived there, met the  waiting truck, and issued instructions for the type and amount of fuel needed.  At that point I made my way to the pilots' lounge and checked the weather for  our visual flight rules from Van Nuys to Bakersfield. The weather was reported  as clear, with light winds and unlimited visibility.

The flight would take about an hour. I considered this a short hop, one  I had done many times before. My passengers and I climbed back into the waiting  aircraft, secured our sea belts, and settled in for a pleasant, routine  dinner-hour flight. Jack sat to my right, in the copilot's seat; my wife  sat in the right rear seat. The preflight check had been carried out. I started  the engine and tuned in the Van Nuys ATIS (Air Terminal Aviation Service) radio  station. When I had the necessary information, I changed frequencies and called  Van Nuys Ground Control for clearance to taxi to the active runway. We  proceeded with our taxi roll to the run-up area just short of the  active.

All that was left to do was to finish the preflight checklist and the  final engine run-up. One by one I went carefully over the list. All lights  were on, all instruments checked and set. We were ready for takeoff.

Night was rapidly falling. I called the tower for take-off clearance.  Permission was given, so I taxied into position on the runway and slowly  advanced the throttle until the engine was running at full take-off speed.  I carefully pulled back the stick, and instantly we became airborne. After we  started to climb, I commented to my passengers that it appeared we were going  to be late for dinner.

The atmosphere aboard was relaxed, the departure uneventful and routine.  I headed the nose of our aircraft directly toward the predetermined compass  heading. I set the navigational side of the radio to the halfway point of our  destination. The needle slowly began to center and at a cruising altitude of

ten thousand feet I leveled the nose of our little bird for a calm and smooth  flight.

Everything was functioning normally. It was the beginning of a beautiful  flight. We were starting to see lights below as the dusk melted into the  blackness of night. The panorama appeared crystal clear, just as the weatherman  had predicted. I asked Jack and my wife if they were enjoying the flight. They  seemed relaxed and in awe of the beautiful scene below.

Time passed quickly, and soon the needle on the Omnigator started its  slow swing from the indicted "to" to a "from" configuration. I reset the  radio to a Bakersfield frequency, but nothing happened. This didn't disturb me,  because there had been previous times when this had happened. I simply tuned

Van Nuys back in and continued on my original heading toward Bakersfield. But  then, much to my surprise and dismay, I realized we were experiencing complete  radio failure. The only noise was a continuous popping sound over the speaker  system.

It was now evident that we had lost all communication. I looked ahead  and still could not see any light emanating from the Bakersfield area. This was  strange, because at our altitude it should have been visible. "Perhaps there's  ground fog in Bakersfield," I thought. If that was the case, I did not want to  attempt a landing without radio communication with the ground.

From the Paperback edition.