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number one imageSurprise, 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.

number two imageI'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 the curse.

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.

number three imageLast night, 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 convenience: 
Released 1962. Peaked at #7 om Billboard Hot 100.

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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.

number five imageAt 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 County.

number six image 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.

To 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 maternal gaze.

    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, please contact:

America Needs Fatima
P.O. Box 341
Hanover, Pa  17331
Tel: 1-888-317-5571 - Email: tfp@tfp.org

---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 influence.

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.

Please 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 all. 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.
Jennifer and Justin - secret wedding
By the way, Jen, 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.
Madonna pierced by a sword
Oh, would that this were real !

So, wouldn't you 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 refused.

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 have any.

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.
Whitney Houton with Bobbi Kristina
Whitney and Bobbi Kristina look happy in this photo.

Well, real  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 biggest hits.

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:
I really am the 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.
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