surprise. I've got another UFO report for you, to once again take the
honor spot at the top of my home page, at least for a while. Tonight,
February 8, at approximately 5:25am, I stepped outside my house to
observe the weather, specifically to see if it was still raining. I
once again looked in the direction of the tower with the flashing
light, since it's become a habit of mine. That tower with the flashing
light is about WNW from my house. I couldn't see the pinpoint of
flashing light clearly due to atmospheric moisture, but I did see that
flashing spot through the moisture, but less distinctly. What I did see
clearly, though, to my surprise, was that the UFO was back, with its
horizontal swirl of white light beams. Again, I saw its relative
position to be WNW from my vantage point, at home (the same approximate
direction as the flashing tower light, but the tower light is lower in
the sky). The swirling UFO light beam, as usual, was just barely above
the low cloud layer, which is how these typical local UFO's prefer to
do things, ie behind the cloud cover. The pattern of swirling light,
however, is the same as the ones that have been frequenting my area for
many years. Now, after a brief pause in writing this, I just returned
from outside, again, to take another look out there. It's now 6:02am.
It seems that the cloud cover has thickened, so this second time I
couldn't see the shape of the rotating beams as clearly. The first
time, tonight, I could swear I was remembering a straight pipe-like
shape to the beam. This second time, however, the beam looked
horizontally flattened into a narrow triangular fan of white light. I
also approximated the period of this rotation. By counting one-thousand
one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three, one-thousand four,
one-thousand one, one-thousand two, etc, I came up with a period of
about 4 seconds. This is not a uniform rotation. This beam is in a
quick surge, like a quick slice through the night sky. Then there is a
pause. Four seconds later another such beam is seen quickly slicing
through the night sky, horizontally in a clockwise direction (it would
look clockwise if seen from above, looking down towards the earth). I
also saw some lesser white light emanations, perhaps related to the
craft's energy phenomena. Coincident with the above-described swirl,
sometimes, I saw a much finer beam of light that was angled 45 degrees
or less to the vertical, at the same rotational speed. I also saw some
white light glow in the sky, having the same approximate center. This
more omnidirectional glow effect was also keyed, more or less, to the
swirl, but it was more persistent, with a quick fade-out. I could see
the glow linger a short time around the edges of some of the clouds.
This effect was just after a respective swirling light beam, as
described above. I also thought I saw stationary white rays of light
angled upward from the same center, but they were short-lived, like the
above light effects. This is the most detail I've described this in, in
one account. I've journaled many previous similar sightings, with less
detail concerning the appearance of the light phenomena, so this
description would serve as a good example. My home is about five miles
from the original Disneyland, in California.
I'm the real Most Interesting Man In The World. I
don't always post UFO reports here, but when I do, I'm true to my above
self-description. I first posted it to the Facebook of Alexandra
Holzer. It is my own experiences. Here it is:
Alexandra, I'm just about to delete the old version
of this story, because there is no way to edit it. So, to effect an
edit, I have to delete the old version, and post the new version. The
new portion is at the end. It's not to be missed.
At 9:00pm tonight, the tenth of November, 2016, I
heard a great squawking of numerous birds. They sounded close overhead.
When I look up, I can't see them. I stared and stared, and looked in
one direction and then another, trying to see them. I was thinking I
had to conclude that it was something invisible making the noise,
because I couldn't see them even though there was ample moonlight. I
hear flocks of birds alternately on the left and on the right. Finally
I'm able to barely discern the shapes of many birds overhead. First I
see a flock of black birds to the left low in the sky. Then I see a
flock of white birds directly overhead. They sound the same, but one
flock is black and one is white. I heard them retreat to the north a
ways, and then become amazingly quiet. After a brief while they were
aloft again and squawking loudly.
This phenomenon was at 9:00pm straight up, when I
started to water the front yard. I believe this bird activity was keyed
to me. I believe it was a psychic event between me and all these birds.
Furthermore, I believe this was another iteration of a message about
the Hapsburg curse. I believe the sequence of the black flock before
the appearance of the white flock was to signify to me, personally,
that I've thrown off the Hapsburg curse. The curse was said to be
indicated by black birds. I believe the subsequest appearance of the
white flock was to indicate that I've finally shed the ill effects of
As I've written previously, the prior Hapsburg
curse message to me was in the form of a murder of crows over Cypress
College, about eight miles from where I live. The sky became black with
more crows than I've ever seen so close together in the air. They were
close and to the east, as I stood in the far west parking lot of the
college. This was roughly eight years ago, during the afternoon.
Another such prior event with a loudly squawking
flock of birds happened less than a year ago, also when I was watering
the front yard at night. Those birds sounded the same. There was such
an incredible number of birds, all squawking so loudly, I didn't know
what to think about it, because this kind of event is something new to
me. That event lasted what seemed like a long time. It seemed to take
longer than it did, because it was so strange.
Okay, now that you've absorded the part about the
flocks of birds, I have something else that I left out of the above.
Here it is. Very soon upon first hearing the loud squawking of the
"flock of birds," the street lamp went out. My first thought was that
maybe the noise was really a UFO, making itself sound like a flock of
noisy birds, and then making the street lamp go out, as if to sign to
get credit for it and make itself known. I suspected that, because I
couldn't see anything in the sky that could be making the noise.
Finally, as I described above, I was able to see what looked like a
number of birds on the wing, directly overhead. HOWEVER, the birds
resembled painted wooden birds which WEREN'T FLAPPING THEIR WINGS!!!
Their trajectory was slow and straighter than arrows. However, this
brings the idea to mind that if the UFO could make itself sound like a
flock of noisy birds, maybe they could also create a visual illusion,
making it look like there were really birds aloft. The only reason I
would even give this idea a thought, other than the odd motion
described above, is that the light went out ONLY SECONDS after the
noisy bird sounds began. Want to be more convinced? Try this. After
what was maybe 3 minutes, the street lamp came back on. But, instead of
normal operation, it oscillated, pulsated, with increasing and/or
descreasing intensity. Finally, it went back to normal operation. Can
you even imagine what would cause the light to pulsate while increasing
or decreasing in intensity, before finally returning to normal
operation? Additionally, the street lamp had just been repaired on
Election Day, November 8th, two days earlier, because I had personally
called the city to report that the lamp was out. I almost have to
conclude that the lamp was controlled by either a UFO, or a spiritual
entity, something like what one would expect at a sťance. Of course, as
a third possibility, there is also the visits made to me by Our Lady of
Fatima, as I described previously. Sure, this is bizarre in the
extreme, but I swear it all happened exactly as I just described, here.
Oct. 1 of 2016, at 8:53pm, I saw another UFO. I didn't have UFO's on my
mind, this time. When I just wrote it up in my UFO log, I noticed that
the last entry was a year ago, almost to the day (on Oct. 3, 2015).
[NOTE: I neglected to write up the Jan. 24, 2016 UFO I saw and
described on my website.] What a coincidence . . . or maybe it was an
implied message to me that it was planned that way? That wouldn't amaze
me, really. Here's what happened. I was in my back yard watering the
garden. I looked up to the south-west, and I saw a odd-looking cluster
of lights in the sky. It didn't seem to conform to the shape of a
normal plane. I kept staring at it. It was heading east, and as it
passed directly south of me I realized that it was completely silent.
That is inexplicable in normal terms because all planes and jets make
noise. It didn't look far away. I watched it continue to the east as I
continued to try to discern the shape from the placement of the lights.
To my surprise the layout reminded me of the X-wing craft of Star Wars.
It was too dark to see anything but the lights. The lights being on
those wings gave the illusion of a globe or dome gliding through the
air because of the spacing. It really looked odd. I remind you, again,
that I've got a lot of experience witnessing UFO's. My sightings
haven't been very many over the past year because I haven't been paying
attention. I see them much more often when I'm looking for them. They
aren't hard to find in my area. I think my area is probably far more
active than either Area 51 or Roswell.
Ali, speaking of nightmares, I just figured out what
the Alley Cat theme really is. I was at the dinner table, and a T-Rex
card advertisement, left over from a store-bought pizza, reminded me of
what all those PAINFULLY slow piano twinkles are. They represent stuff
like (take your pick between dinosaur or shark slowly eating someone or
something) tooth chatter/chink (high notes) and pain honk notes (low
notes) as the big toothed animal slowly devours its prey. See, the
song/music isn't about cats at all, but about the ALIMENTARY CANAL of
some predatory creature, as above. Now, picture this prey taking the
slow elevator down...down...down...(the low notes are pain honk notes
and the high notes are colliding teeth), and the Hawaiian guitar hints
at how someone's vacation turned out) till the finale, when the sound
gets quicker and more jazzy, meaning the creature has finished dinner
and is prancing/swimming away, and with the final 3 blah blah blah
notes representing the elimination of the prey out its rear end. Ta da!
Now, keep all this stuff fully in mind, and listen to the Bent Fabric
recording again, and see if you don't find a symbolic match according
to what I just described. Here's the link to the music again, for your
Here is my latest
recipe. This one is what I call Vegetarian Chili Con Nopalitos. This
name describes it. Here is a link to the text of the recipe: Vegetarian Chili Con Nopalitos This
recipe is entirely mine. I created with through trial and error, and
taste tested it.
At 3:00am PDT, today, January 24, 2016, I woke up. I
was wondering why it was so dark. Then
I discovered that it was another power outage, which are inordinately
frequent in my section of the power grid. After fumbling in the dark, I
turned on my flashlight, and explored a little. I saw that the west
side of the house was illuminated by something. I went out into the
back yard to look. There was a full moon shining brightly high
overhead. This is where it gets interesting. About west-by-southwest
and low in the sky was a strange light. That was what drew me outside,
because it didn't quite look like an aircraft light. At that point it
looked all red, before I went outside. Once outside on the patio, I
stared at it for some time to figure out the pattern to the light. To
get to the point, it was a UFO. Instead of a single blinking light, it
had two fields of lights, one red and one green. The red and green
fields of light were segregated, on different areas of the UFO, and
alternated, red then green then red and so on. What was even stranger,
the UFO had a speed-up pattern keyed to the flashing. Whenever the red
field of light came on, alternately replacing the green, the craft
would surge in speed, in rhythm to that change in color. The UFO seemed
to hold something of the tight circular pattern in the one narrow area,
as if interested in something over there. It didn't look so far away,
probably less than a half mile away. It was probably more like a
quarter mile away or less. I believe the UFO caused the power outage. I
watched that UFO until about a quarter past three am. At that time, I
was entertaining the idea of mentioning the UFO online. It was as if
the UFO read my mind, and didn't want to be reported. After deciding I
wanted to make a mention of it online, it suddenly headed north, still
low in the sky, and disappeared. After a few minutes, I went out in
front of the house to see if I could find it, but it was no longer
visible. A couple of people were mysteriously parked across the street,
so I walked over to the driver's door carrying my LED lantern. I told
him about it, but he didn't seem like he was much interested. So, I
went back into the house. I went back to sleep. At 4:30 am, I woke up
and observed things powering back up in my room (my cable modem and
router lights coming back into a normal pattern of the LED indicators).
I don't know how long the power was out, because it was already out
when I woke up at 3:00am. I've read a lot on UFO's, and I've never seen
one described the way this one looked and acted. Like I said before, my
area has had very heavy UFO activity for many years. This is just
another case in point. By the way, I've been abducted by UFO's more
than once, but it's hard to remember. Note: I'm close to Los Angeles
My life is interspersed
with miracles and magic. Yesterday, I just tweeted the following
information, through hyperlinks, to Pope Francis. In it, I describe a
series of related miracles worked in my life by Our Lady of Fatima.
His Holiness, the Pope,
I, Steven Anthony Malinowski, today, have just experienced the third
miracle over the last few years, involving Our Lady of Fatima. I
tweeted to the last Pope about one or both prior miracles I
experienced. I strongly suspect that to have influenced his untimely
departure from the Papacy. Here is a description of today's event,
first. An 8" by 10" photo of a statue of Our Lady of Fatima has been
perched atop a picture frame on the wall, just before the doorway
leading into the kitchen. I walked past the photo, and just past the
refrigerator (which is just inside of the doorway) I felt the photo
fall onto my feet and lower legs. This was just as I was reversing
direction (turning around, like during a half-pirouette). Before I
looked to see what it was, it reminded me of the previous occasion (one
of the prior miracles I mentioned). So, I half-expected it to be the
same mysterious photo, once again. Sure enough, that was what it was. I
gazed into the soulful eyes of Our Lady of Fatima. Then I took it over
to the kitchen window to look at it in the natural daylight entering
there. I looked into Her eyes, again. I felt some hesitation at looking
so intently into Her eyes, both times. Then I had the urge to flip the
photo to see what was on the back, if anything. There, on the back, I
found three pre-printed paragraphs under the heading, Our Lady of
Fatima. ALL THREE PARAGRAPHS are about the gaze of Our Lady. Here is
the entire text of what the back of the photo says:
---start of text---
Our Lady of Fatima
As we open our eyes to the beauties of creation, we can already feel
the attentive gaze of our loving Mother. At the first stirrings of our
souls, our Heavenly Mother sets Her gaze upon us. The Mother we all
share with our creator looks at us with a pure, sacred, royal, yet
It is no wonder, then, that She
renews Her solicitude for Her children
when they stray in despair and do not return her gaze. Like a Mother
who is unwelcome in her own child's home, She leaves a sign, a message,
a remembrance, and a maternal promise: "I will never forsake you."
She says: "Look deep into my eyes
and let me look into yours." In a
striking way, this picture seems to reflect the very gaze of Our Lady,
the gaze that seeks to convert and to save. It is a gentle reminder of
Her promise at Fatima: "In the end, My Immaculate Heart will Triumph."
For more copies of this picture,
America Needs Fatima
P.O. Box 341
Hanover, Pa 17331
Tel: 1-888-317-5571 - Email: email@example.com
---end of text---
So, in the context of today's miracle, I mentioned a prior one. That
time, a year or two back, I was walking about 6 or more feet from that
same photo that has been sitting atop the picture frame, on a
west-facing wall, with its bottom edge resting on the top edge of the
picture frame. The feeling of the fall of the photo, against my feet
and upper legs, was the same as it felt in today's fall of the photo.
Today, I had been walking north, and the previous time I had been
walking south. In that incident, the photo would never have fallen
where it did under the usual ideas of the "physical laws of science."
It can be considered a real miracle in both instances, as no such
printed photo could ever do that except by some form of supernatural
Now, I'll describe the third miracle, which was about 2 or 3 years ago.
That time, I was still asleep in bed, facing up (I usually don't fall
asleep on my back because of the interruption of sleep by chocking
sensations and related sounds). I started hearing a female voice
talking to me as if at close range and just behind my head. I don't
know if I'll find a written note of Her words, and it's hard to
remember, at the moment. The brief statement seemed very
prophetic of the power outage that quickly followed. I awoke upon
hearing her words. Almost immediately, a power outage was in my part of
the electrical utility grid. The news later revealed the cause of the
power blackout to be a truck having crashed into a power pole along the
freeway, which runs east-west, to the south of my place. That was very
easily within walking distance of my place, about a quarter of a mile
away, or even less. I believed then, and still now, that the voice was
that of the subject of that same photo.
So, this adds up to a series of three related supernatural
communications to me. Actually, there was a forth incident, if you
include a dream I had of Our Lady gazing down at me, in twilight-like
dimness, from the air, in some modern residential community. In the
dream, just before the gaze, I had been standing in an outdoor
basketball court, like at a school. Then I was seemingly on or near the
sidewalk, by the street, during the gazing incident, afterwards.
I'm still living where this all took place, in Fullerton, California.
In the prior incidents, my mother was still living here (she wasn't
near me during the events), but she has since been living with
relatives. I've been living here, alone, since early July of 2015.
All of this reminds me of my own powerful feeling of spiritual
connection with all living things, and even with inanimate objects. The
pre-printed message, on the back of the photo, seems to strongly
resonate with this feeling.
While I'm on the subject of miracles, I've got another one to relate,
here. Fullerton has been full of crows during my lifetime, here. I felt
a connection with them. Then one day, 4 to 8 years ago, while I
was standing in the west parking lot of Cypress College, in Cypress,
California, where I had been attending classes, the lower sky, just to
the east of me, and over the parking lot and over the business
administration building, became black with a flying whorl of a murder
(flock) of crows. I've never, before or since, seen that many crows at
one time in one place. I still feel sure that the crows of Fullerton
deliberately followed me to Cypress College. It is difficult to spot a
crow, now, in Fullerton. This reminds me of the Hapsburg curse, as
described in a book I read, The Hapsburg Curse, by the late Hans
Holzer, which chronicled the Hapsburg Dynasty, from beginning to end. I
had been the founding patriarch of the Hapsburg dynasty, in one of the
innumerable repeating versions of earth. According to the curse, as
described by late Dr. Holzer, as long as there can be seen a black bird
(whether a crow or raven or blackbird) about, the curse is still in
effect. This has concerned me, until now. I realize, now, that
symbolically, the crows are finally gone from my area of long abode, as
if to suggest, or mark, the end of the Hapsburg curse from my life. My
life had felt cursed. If the Hapsburg Dynasty survives in anyone, I
have to conclude it to be surviving in me, personally.
Steven A. Malinowski
January 14, 2016 at 5:05 pm PST
ps: I believe this is symbolically related. In the approximate spot of
the first occurrence of the falling of the photo (in the same
4-to-8-years-ago time frame), I fainted, while walking briskly, in an
attempt to reach my bedroom to lie down. I had just started to have a
sick feeling, upon my mother reacting in a loud emotional tone to my
then-current blood-glucose reading of 28 mg/dL. It seemed as if her
reaction and voice hypnotized me into feeling suddenly sick. Then I
passed out at that same spot, of the first photo-falling event, without
making it to my bed to lie down. I had been sitting at the kitchen
table, and that was the first time I had ever tested my blood sugar
with an electronic tester. I think my fainting related, symbolically,
to the power outage event (which was on a different day). By the way,
the truck that crashed into the power pole was heading east-bound on
the 91 freeway.
excuse me if my home page it looking like
a "global warming" debunking page. If that's what it takes to educate
people, then so be it. Here is more evidence/proof that "man-made
global warming" is NOT REAL. Please visit and read this page: ANTARCTIC ICE IS INCREASING !
Here's more good news about the world not being so bad off after
Here's the founder of the Weather Channel debunking "global warming:"
One hopeful sign is in those scientists who
speak out against corruption, like John Casey, in his Cold Truth
initiative [John Casey is a former White House space program advisor,
consultant to NASA Headquarters, and space shuttle engineer. He is now
one of America’s most successful climate change researchers and climate
prediction experts.]. He delivers the real truth. Read about it here: the real truth about "global warming"
Alas, I herald the news of Jennifer Aniston's newly announced sneak
wedding to Justine Theroux. I just spied a report that they married in
Bel Air, today, the 6th of August, 2015. Well Jen, all I can say at the
moment is : "How could you do that? You realize how much I enjoyed
looking at your tits up close, don't you?" Maybe it was too good to
last, for me? I think not.
By the way,
it looks like I've got people really equating you to Jen the Hen. As
evidence, I cite the reappearance of the free-range-chicken GEICO
commercial, on the same day you married Justin. That can't be a mere
coincidence. So, it looks like you're really Jen the Hen, Jen.
As for Madonna, if I didn't know better, I'd probably conclude she were
trying to get back on my good side. I really have a good side, you
know. Madonna will always be how Madonna is, if a miracle doesn't
intervene to change her.
would that this were real !
know it, it IS Madonna's year, AGAIN. How is it that Madonna keeps
having things in common with "Chinese year of the" animals?
Is that a blessing?
Good news! I
found a copy of the article I wrote, explaining my old relationship
with Whitney Houston. To read it, click here. To sum up, Whitney wanted to
marry me back then, in 1979. I kind of
wanted to marry her, but I had issues with the idea, so I steadfastly
By the way, for those of you who read my former web page on it, I
remember who the young petite lady was to my left, in the back seat of
the car with me, that one time. She was Yaya. Bear in mind that Whitney
was only 16 years old, back then, so her friends maybe were close to
her in age. I at first thought Whitney may have been older than me, but
I was 21. I could hardly believe it when she told me she was 16.
That was a real doozy of a kiss between me and Whitney, that one time
in the former Ben Frank's restaurant, in Hollywood. She had long,
perfectly straight, black hair, at that time. One of the first things
Whitney said to me, after we sat down at the counter was, "Do you have
any Quaaludes?" I had never heard of Quaaludes, so of course I didn't
And there was that time I drove her to Muhammad Ali's
apartment. She guided me there, as I drove her over in my then
'64 VW beetle. His place was in Hollywood, in a second floor apartment,
on what I think was an east/west street. He was at first on the balcony
in front of his apartment, and we looked up at him from my car. Then we
went up and into his place. She talked with him for a while. There were
just the three of us in there, at the time. I didn't want to hear what
they were talking about, so I effectively blocked it out. To this day,
I have no idea what they talked about, that time.
Oh, and then, many years later, Whitney turned up dead in a bathtub!
And then her daughter, Bobbi Kristina, also turned up nearly dead in a
bathtub, and has since died! I never met Bobbi Kristina. She came along
well after Whitney and I broke up.
and Bobbi Kristina look happy in this
life stories don't always have happy endings.
I sincerely believe that Whitney would NOT have recorded I Will Always Love You, if I hadn't
suggested it to her, in a final conversation, one day, in 1979. Well,
as you know, she DID record it, and took home a Grammy Award for it,
too. See, this is another example of my musical good luck charm working
its magic, that time for Whitney. Can you imagine her career without
that one? It helped push her over the top. Incidentally, "I will always
love you," was what I said/thought, about Whitney, in the wake of that
above-mentioned passionate kiss, standing in the front, inside of Ben
Frank's restaurant. There were others standing around, at that moment.
I didn't know those words were going to be the title of one of her
Okay, now I can't close this discussion without bringing up a
conversation I once had with Whitney. One day she told me her name was
Houston, so I couldn't resist mentioning that one of the residential
streets in my neighborhood had that same name, Houston. She also asked
me what name she should use (same conversation). In hindsight, I
believe she was making a early allusion to the definite fact that she
wanted to marry me. After that time, it was out in the open, in clear,
unmasked language, about her wanting to marry her. I wished I could,
but I didn't think it would work out for me.
Whitney, I really cared about you. I felt guilty about tuning you down.
But now you can't read this, except from the beyond.
Although many reporters could feel uncomfortable with the following
information, it is the truth, nontheless. I state it here, as an
historical note about who I am, and something about my background:
original Stephen Bray, of early association with Madonna. I made up the
name one day, while I was with Madonna, indoors someplace (on Sunset
Bl. in Hollywood). We were in some plain-looking room of a studio, back
in such primordial times. I wanted to keep my preexisting first name,
which was, and is, "Steven," but I felt like switching to the other
popular spelling, "Stephen." The last name I sort of pulled out of a
magical, nonexistent hat, so to speak, and that name happened to be
"Bray." It was short and simple, and it mysteriously came to my mind,
and the rest is history. Now, I want to explain about the other Stephen
Bray, the black guy, who got all the credit and fanfare. Madonna pulled
him into the picture, during a timeframe when I was feeling spooked
about everything, as if I could be in deep trouble just for trying to
pursue a career in music. Alas, I was so timid about my place in the
music industry, back in those days. Madonna's bringing in the other guy
to be me, instead, so to speak, was the so-called solution to my lack
of temerity in the music field. This was one of the mistakes I made in
music, and a big one at that. I don't know who would ever acknowledge
the truth about all this, but I know. The ones who would know, besides
myself and Madonna, are various young men, who also hung around with
Madonna and I. Some of them were in forward seats in the limosine, but
I was always the favored one, in the back, alone with Madonna. There
were various young men, whom I walked with on the street, who also were
in our crowd, whether or not they were ever honored with a limosine
ride with us. So, I'm telling you what it was, and is, now. I never
went to court to make it my real name. Madonna always had an artifice
for every circumstance, and this is a case in point.
This is not to say that the traditionally
acknowledged black Stephen Bray wasn't involved in real music, and so
on. He was.
However, I was the real guy who hung around with Madonna, and rode with
her in her limosine. Madonna was already doing the limosine scene in
the 1970's, before the public had heard of her. I know, because I was
there with her. I had a good time with her, and I even had sex with
her, once. But, as you can deduce from the above, there was room for
improvement, as far as what I got out of it. Some of her music DID come
from me. Some of the music other music people got famous for also came
from me, as examples: 1) Green Day, and 2) Maroon Five. And that's not
all. My music always made the big time.
If I recall correctly about this detail, I did meet the black Stephen
Bray, once, but that was all. He was never around any other time, when
I was with the Madonna crowd.