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This year’s trip to Roswell was different from the rest. First off, I didn’t take anyone from Sacramento down there with me this year. After the strangeness of last year and seeing how people changed after their trip to Roswell last year I thought it better to not ask anyone to go with me. Second, my fiancé Lourdes came with me so most of the attention that I didn’t pay to the work that we had to do there was focused on her. The City of Roswell paid for my trip, the plane fare and lodging and CE4 Research paid for Lourdes’ flights to Sacramento and Roswell and back. What follows is a memory of what happened on this year’s excursion. Please note that there are some people who I haven’t included here and that is because my memory is rusty of the whole part of the trip. Also, a lot of people took pictures but only a few sent me their pictures. I will include other pictures and accounts as they are brought forth to me. This document is in no wise finished and we look forward to completing it when everyone who wants to be included in it (members of CE4 and The Delusion Resistance, Echoes of Enoch and the City of Roswell only).

Sunday – June 29, 2008:

I called Lourdes at her motel about an hour before I was to pick her up. She was ready and raring to go when I arrived there. We put her bags into my truck and we were off to the airport. Lourdes wasn’t accustomed to all of the procedures that one has to go through to get through the TSA security area so I briefed her on the way to the airport. We breezed through the security area (after they determined that my Shofar wasn’t harmful) and went to one of those airport eateries where we got a nice breakfast for a pretty good price. Soon we were boarding the Express Jet airplane, a cute little plane that seats about fifty people with two seats on one side and one seat on the other. I made sure that we could sit together in the two seat side. The flight was really uneventful and it was good to see that Lourdes could get the rest that she so needed.

We landed in Albuquerque a little after one o’clock in the afternoon and as we headed for the baggage claim area we heard a familiar voice that yelled out, “is that Dave Ruffino I see?” We turned to see Joe Jordan sitting there. He had waited for a little over an hour. We got our bags and hopped on the bus which took us to the rental car area. After a long wait and a rigorous inspection of the rental car we were off. Joe read to us the article that featured in “Florida Today,” which spoke about CE4 Research and how we were going to Roswell to talk. We stopped at a McDonalds in Moriarity, a tradition for those of us who go to New Mexico each July. The next stop was at a gas station in Vaughn, another tradition where we spend a few minutes stretching our legs and getting a snack. I managed to snag an atlas of roads in New Mexico, just in case we found some time to head out to the crash site again. That never did happen. We stopped one more time at the only rest area on the way to Roswell. This too is a tradition because after the ninety minute ride one starts to get tired seeing that there is nothing to see but desert for that entire part of the trip.

We rolled into Roswell around five o’clock and headed to Free and Amy Ward’s store. We had been informed that Joe would be talking at a local coffee house that is owned by Pastor and his wife Margie. They are the pastors of New Destiny Fellowship there in Roswell. We got the video camera and headed out to the “Not of This World” cafe. We met pastor Lawrence and his wife Margie and we all took an immediate liking to each other. I set up the camera at a front table and recorded Joe as he gave his talk to the people. After Joe’s talk we had a time of praise and worship and during this time Yahweh gave me a vision and a word for the churches in Roswell. The vision unfolded as the songs went on and it soon became apparent that I needed to leave the room so that I could write what Yeshua was showing me. Here is the vision that He showed to me and the word of knowledge that went along with it:

The Sandaled Foot And Roswell’s Deliverance:

We arrived in Roswell, New Mexico on Sunday night and had to talk to a group at a Christian Coffee House there. As we worshipped Yahweh He showed me the following vision and gave the following Word:

As I watched, I saw the intersection of Second Street and Main Street in Roswell. I saw a foot come down from the sky which was first dressed with a military boot, much like a combat boot but it morphed into a foot dressed in a sandal. The foot belonged to Yeshua. It came down with a lot of force and as it struck the ground it made a great shockwave. The buildings remained intact, but the shockwave killed many of the enemy and also those who didn’t take Yahweh seriously. It should be emphasized that the killing was in the spiritual, not the physical.

The shockwave pushed or blew the rest of the enemy out of Roswell and to the town’s perimeter. Great tears came from Yeshua’s face. These were tears of gladness because Yeshua knew that victory would soon happen and that Roswell would be liberated from the enemy. His tears caused a flood and those waters washed away all debris and filth.

The churches in Roswell will unite and they will become strong. They will fight against the masses of the enemy that are around the perimeter of the city. When the churches successfully withstand then Yahweh Yeshua will kill the enemy, much in the same way that He killed the Assyrian army outside the walls of Jerusalem.

The day is coming when the people of Roswell will be able to go out into the desert and they will find the enemy no more.

So unite My People and fight. You want freedom and you will have it if you unite in prayer. Then you will see the Glory of your Adonai and experience the liberty of His Salvation. Behold how good and how pleasant it is when brothers dwell together in unity.

I will appoint four churches to administer My Will. One church for the north, one church for the south, one church for the east and one church for the west. You will all covenant with each other and will unite in prayer, worship and protection.

After I finished writing all of it down I headed back into the meeting area. I thought that Yahweh would have me present what I had seen and heard but interestingly enough something happened to quench the whole idea. A secular song was played and when it was, the unction just left the place. I sort of started to mourn about this because I felt the heart of Yahweh and how His Spirit had been grieved. It was okay though because Yahweh told me that I was to give the word later on in the week when we met at New Destiny Fellowship a couple of days later.

After the service was over we met with people and we talked Sebastian, a really neat brother who came to hear us talk. His wife Jochebed is Hispanic, with a gentle spirit and a love for Yeshua that is wonderful, as is Sebastian’s love. He asked us if we would be interested in talking at his fellowship and he said that he would call us later to confirm. Afterward we all stood around and talked and we all felt a wonderful sense of kinship, even with people we had never met before; but the Ruach Ha Kodesh is like that, letting us know that we are all family in Yahweh’s Kingdom. We met two ladies that would bless us the rest of our time in Roswell. These two ladies, Juanita and Elizabeth are Hispanic and they took an immediate liking to Lourdes. While Lourdes’ knowledge of the English language gets better every day it was still nice to have the company of these two ladies who were fluent in Spanish and could talk with her in her native tongue. We left the company of our new brothers and sisters and we went to the Best Western Sallyport Inn to get our rooms.

Later that night Sebastian called my cell phone and gave dates and times that they had open for us to talk. I talked it over with Joe who told me that the only night available was Thursday and that I had to present the message because he was booked up. I agreed and called Sebastian back to confirm the day and time and to get directions to the church. When we finally checked into our rooms it was late, so I walked Lourdes to her room and then went to our (Joe’s and my) room and everyone retired for the evening.

Monday – June 30, 2008:

We started off our day with a free breakfast at the motel. Now I like free things, but what was even better about this breakfast was that it wasn’t the typical “continental” breakfast that most motels try to give you in the morning. No, this breakfast was a buffet and they offered quite a few items. I was in breakfast heaven! We sat and ate with Joe and we discussed the game-plan for the day.

Lourdes and I pretty well had a free day but we did have to go with Joe down to the Pearson Auditorium down the street. The auditorium is located at N.M.M.I (New Mexico Military Institute). The whole campus is wonderful. The buildings are built like castles, all of them having the corrugated emplacements at the top.


This is a picture of the front of Pearson Auditorium

The auditorium itself is quite impressive. It seats twelve hundred people and it has an organ that rises up out of the basement. I’m told that they did quite an impressive presentation of “The Phantom of The Opera” there, even down to simulated smoke that came up with the organ as it came up from the basement. What impressed me most about the whole place was the amenities that they offered in the way of audio/visual display. Our PowerPoint presentation was run by a computer up in the nose-bleed section and the frames were moved by clicking on buttons on a wireless controller. The screen on the stage was twenty by thirty feet in dimension and it reflected images wonderfully. Having seen where we would speak, and being satisfied that I could do it without being nervous, we excused ourselves and went on a tour of Roswell.


This picture shows the view of the audience seating from the stage

The first thing that we had to do was to go to OfficeMax to get a couple of things. When took my computer out of its case the night before I had realized that I left its power converter at home. This is very unusual for me because I am always quite obsessed while packing, making sure that I have everything. Joe told me the night before that he bought an after-market power supply a couple of months before, and that it had cost him in excess of a hundred and twenty five dollars. I found one at the office supply store and gulped as I realized that Joe was right about the price. I bit the bullet and bought it because I would need it all week long. While at the store I had some copies of fliers for The Resistance and the AACCOA made up. Thanks to Yahweh that we had the money to pay for these things.

After the office supply store, we went to Walmart to get supplies. When I travel I travel light in the supplies department because that minimizes the possibility of toothpaste, shampoo, soap or deodorant spilling in my suitcase. We arrived at Walmart and Lourdes was amazed at how there is alien art all over the building. I found what I was looking for and Lourdes found a few things that she needed, but not before she browsed for a while in the women’s clothes section. For lunch I took Lourdes to Cici’s Pizza, an all you can eat pizza joint that is one of the places we always go to when in Roswell. Needless to say, we both left with filled bellies.

The rest of our day was spent driving around Roswell so that I could show Lourdes all of the silliness and how the town had given itself over to the whole alien deception. The whole week before we went to Roswell I raved about a hamburger joint called Whataburger and to my delight there was one of their restaurants right next to our motel. Lourdes and I went there for dinner and I introduced her to their fantastic milkshakes. In the early part of the night I worked on the presentation, researching a couple of the secular researchers whose work we would be quoting in our talk. Lourdes came over and watched television and she talked to her dad while I did my work. After a while it became apparent that we were both very tired so I walked her to her room and bid her a good night.

Tuesday – July 01, 2008:

Tuesday morning found us in the motel dining room eating our free breakfast again. Joe ate with us for a little while and then he was off to do a radio show. The show wanted to talk to him about our work in Roswell. While I considered our time in Roswell sort of a working vacation, Joe took this premise to the extreme, getting little sleep and he was on the go from the time he woke up till the time his head hit the pillow each evening.

As we finished our meal Joe asked us if we would do some work for him. We were sure willing to do so because there is only so much that one can see and do in Roswell. Joe asked us to take a box of posters (that advertised the convention talks) and to distribute them in all of the motels that we could find. I told him that we’d put them in other places and he was okay with that, but he said that the motels were the most important because that is where all of the visitors to Roswell would be staying. We started in the northern end of Roswell because the biggest concentration of nice motels are there. We first went to Walmart to ask if they would put a poster there. We knew that Walmart probably would not put any posters in plain view, simply because they’ve never been big at advertising community events and truth be told, the UFO festival brings in a lot of money to Walmart each July and they would not be happy advertising an event that might hinder that money coming in at future festivals. The manager of the store sent out a representative who told us that they would put the poster up in their break-room, but not in plain sight of shoppers. We agreed that this would be okay and we departed the store. After we left Walmart we went right next door to the Sam’s Club warehouse store. We got the same offer from them and took it. We did a little shopping while we were there as this is the only Sam’s Club that I have shopped in where they have good quality tee shirts for a ridiculously low price. While we were in that parking lot we shot on over to the Starbucks Coffee Shop. They always advertise community events and they not only gave me permission to hand a poster on the bulletin board, but the attendant even came out to help me rearrange the message board there so that we could fit the poster on it.

We worked our way down highway 285 placing posters in every motel there. Most of them let us place posters in the front lobby and even some on the front doors and windows, but there was one that agreed to only place one in their recreation room. There is a spirit in Roswell that can be felt by those who can discern spirits, and when it is encountered it is like you walk into a wall of Jello. That is the only way that I can explain it. We encountered this same spirit in one of the establishments that we went into early on in the trip and we felt it at a motel office that we entered, not far from our motel’s location. The first thing that I noticed when Lourdes and I walked into this place was that they had Christian tracts by one window. When I saw this it momentarily baffled me because I knew that the spirit there was bad. Turning around to talk to the attendant (and owner) of the motel I then saw the truth about the office. The couple were Hindu and they had likenesses of some of their gods hanging on the wall of the office area. Lourdes mentioned to me that she had felt this bad spirit too and that she too got the same feeling that we both got a few days before when entering the other shop.

After a brief lunch at Whataburger we were back on the road. There were only a couple of motels left on highway 285 and we hit them both. The clerk that worked at one of the places was a believer in Yeshua and she was glad that we were out doing Yahweh’s work. We found another Starbucks and placed a poster on their bulletin board, using semantics to assure the manager that the poster wasn’t religious. We made a right on 2nd Street (highway 70) and headed to the west part of town. I knew there were a few motels out that way because a group of us stayed in one of them, the Ramada last year. We started with the Ramada and were greeted by the manager, a man that recognized me from last year and welcomed us to town. He was happy because all of his rooms were booked for the next few days. He is a believer and a proponent of what we were in Roswell to do. He put one of the posters on the counter, under the glass where people sign in for rooms. He also put one on the front door so that the people could not help but notice that there was something worth while going on in town. Next door to the Ramada is the Roswell Harley shop, a place that I like to frequent when I visit town. I had to show Lourdes all of the sights inside. When one walks into the foyer of the place there is a pickup truck. Last year they had an alien in the cab of the truck driving it, wearing a silver hardhat. This year they had a man inside the truck with an ominous looking alien outside, like it was trying to get at the driver. Inside they had one sitting on the seat of one of the nicest looking Harley’s in the shop. I gave a poster to one of the people who was sitting in what looked like the manager’s booth in the center of the store. They told me that they would have to check with the manager, but that they didn’t think it would be a problem to hang the poster up there.

On the way back to the center of town we stopped at a few other motels that looked much older; much like the old style motel from  back in the 50’s and 60’s. One of them was run by a Hispanic fellow who agreed to hang the poster on the front window and even offered me tape to hang it. I talked to him a little and he told me of how he thinks that politics plays a big role in who gets rooms rented and who doesn’t. In a roundabout way he told me that if you are in the city’s favor then you will have your motel advertised and if not then you were up the creek. He doubted that he would get many rooms rented and looked like he was ready to give up on hotel management for good. The next destination brought me to a couple more of the older establishments, one with a teenager that looked like she was all of fifteen who was running the place. I could only surmise that her parents were at work trying to supplement their meager wages at the motel. The last place that we went to was another place where I ran into Jello walls again. The force of the spirit there almost kept me from entering through the door, but I was able to with a bit of prayer under my breath. Sure enough, having entered the place I saw the icons of their Hindu gods hanging on the walls and one added feature, incense. They woman there agreed to let me hang a poster in the front window though and I left, but not without praying for her outside the place.

Having finished our poster hanging duties we went to a Kentucky Fried Chicken store that was near the motel. We ordered some food to go and we brought it back to the motel. We sat in my room and ate like we’d never eaten before. It was oppressively hot that day and the mixture of the cold soft drink and the cold motel room helped us to relax a great deal. After we ate I worked on the presentation a little more and Lourdes fell asleep watching television.

Knowing that we were in Roswell to minister to people, and knowing that it is a stronghold for the enemies of Yahweh we have grown accustom to the idea that sometimes things take extra effort and prayer for them to be accomplished. When I had talked with Sebastian a couple of days prior he had given me the address of New Destiny Fellowship and he told me the general area of town that the church is located. Being sort of technosavy I thought that I’d give one of the online map and directions pages a shot so that I could print out a map and directions. Having supplied the map search engine the information that I presently had I clicked the search button and was given a map, but it just didn’t seem right. I tried to call Sebastian and he wasn’t home and I asked Jochebed she could give me directions, but she wasn’t sure and didn’t want to send us into parts unknown. So, I thought we’d wing it….bad idea.

Late in the afternoon I was getting excited because Jim Wilhelmsen would soon be arriving. He was coming in with Joe’s son Daniel and his son’s wife Stephanie, who were our videographers for the conference. Included in their troup was a fellow named Tony, Joe’s friend from Florida who handled other technical aspects of the conference. If you’ve read the account for the 2007 trip to Roswell you know about Tony. It was great to see Jim again and it was even greater to get to introduce Lourdes to him. They had both heard a lot about each other and now there was finally a face to associate with all of my stories and accolades. Jim was famished but we didn’t have a lot of time to eat so we headed over to the good standby The Golden Corral where we ate some fantastic food. Jim was very hungry because he hadn’t had anything to eat since early that morning and seeing that Golden Corral is one of his favorite places to eat, we just had to accommodate him. A real blessing was that Joyce Ahrens had flown in that day and she went with us to eat. I don’t think that Jim had ever met her before and we all had a very stimulating conversation about our ministries. It was good to see Joyce; a wonderful sister in Yeshua. Before this I had only talked to her on the phone but even with just talking on the phone Yahweh had built up that kinship that He gives to brothers and sisters in Him. After we ate we met Joe and his entourage and we all headed off to New Destiny Fellowship. Before we had left we called Mike and Jackie Slack to tell them we were going to church and to give them directions to the place. I followed the map directions impeccably but after a short while we determined we were lost. Joe caught up with us and we tried to figure out a strategy. I called Sebastian’s house and talked to a gentleman that I hadn’t met before, it was Sebastian’s brother. I gave the phone to Jim who I designated our navigator since he had lived in Roswell for a few years. Within minutes both of our cars were pulling up to the church. It wasn’t too long till I remembered that I had given Mike Slack the same directions that I had been using and attempts to reach them all failed so I sat in the church service feeling bad most of the time for getting the Slack’s lost.

The time at church was wonderful. We sang some worship and then Pastor Lawrence introduced Joe to the congregation. Joe called me up to the front and we blew our Shofar’s for the congregation after which I sat back down. Joe gave the people his testimony, telling them how he had been called to ministry and some of the strange things that happened in his journey.


Joe explains the significance of the Shofar

Joe then introduced me and called me to the front to talk. I gave my testimony and told about The Delusion Resistance, how it came into being and such. I emphasized that Yahweh told me that the “Great Delusion” encompasses more than just the UFO phenomenon and that is why our ministry takes its name, seeing that we focus on many areas of the Last Days. Yahweh had me share with the people to show them how the enemy tries to upstage Yahweh by causing UFO manifestations during revivals or prophetic events. Then someone asked me about the prophecy that Yahweh had given me the first night we were there. I read it to the people and they were blessed. This is the same word that I mentioned above. The talk and the service went very well.


A picture of me delivering a word to New Destiny Church

At the close of our talk Joe called us up to the front; Lourdes and me, Jim, Joyce as well as Guy and Nicole Malone. As is usually the case, the people were blessed by his testimony and the testimony of all who stood on the platform, and they now understood how the UFO phenomenon is demonic.


Nicole and Guy Malone, Joyce Ahrens, Joe, Jim Wilhelmsen, Lourdes and Dave (me).

It was the first time that I have ever presented our message in a church setting and I know it won’t be the last. After things had concluded at the church many of us went to Dennys for more fellowship and to have a bite to eat. Lourdes and I sat with Jim as well as Juanita, Elizabeth and Pastor Lawrence’s mother. We all had a wonderful time in Yeshua!!

There was one amusing thing that happened late on Tuesday night or perhaps it was Wednesday morning, early. Lourdes has had a history of being harassed by demonic entities, much like I have, but not to the extent that some of the rest of our group have been harassed. After Joyce arrived she moved into the same room as Lourdes and they both became friends immediately. During the middle of the night there was a demonic entity in their room and it affected Lourdes in the usual way, paralysis of the body and the inability to talk. After a short while and after praying for the use of her voice to ask Joyce for prayer, she said a number of times, “Joyce, they’re here!” At about the third time that Lourdes said this, Joyce finally woke but she was confused. Thinking that it was later in the morning, and that Joe was at the door trying to wake her, Joyce jumped out of bed and ran to the door, thinking that the Joe was the “they” in the sentences that Lourdes was yelling out. Lourdes and Joyce started to laugh and Lourdes told Joyce, “they have the ability to walk through walls, I don’t think that they’d knock at the door,” referring to the entities. They both laughed quite a bit about what happened and we all still do when it is brought up. It was interesting, but not surprising to see that the enemy took interest in bothering Lourdes; like he’s trying to get her to reconsider marrying me because of the dangerous line of ministry that I’m in. She’s affirmed to him that it’s our fight, not just mine, and she’s not going to quit!!

Wednesday – July 02, 2008:

On Wednesday Joe was up and out of the room early again. He had another radio talk to do with a different host this time. By the time that Lourdes and I were ready for breakfast the interview was over. We went to the motel restaurant and Joe met us there; all excited about the interview and that he was able to share even more, this time with a local Roswell audience.

Lourdes and I wanted to check out some of the shops in town so we went to the only mall in Roswell. She had been interested in getting clothes that she could wear on our honeymoon later in October. She says that the shopping is so much better here in the States; that there’s more of a variety to choose from. Although the locals in Roswell sort of downplayed the mall, saying that it was very small and not worth the bother of visiting, we found it to be cute and just what you’d expect in a mall for a town with a population of fifty thousand. Lourdes hit the store just at the right time; there were sales everywhere. Although the mall was a good size there was one thing missing…people. The place was a virtual ghost-town and I could only wonder that if the place was this deserted then the stores must really be holding on by a thread.


There are some Universal constants that cannot be ignored

We visited a few stores in the downtown. I wanted to show Lourdes to see how the stores downtown had decorated their stores in an alien theme and how there was a “anything goes” mentality with the shop owners. We visited one shop which had a sign that pretty well confirmed, in a New Age sort of way, our message, that the entities that purport to be from other planets, really are fallen angels. The name of the store confirmed it.


This shop had nothing but “alien” looking stuff – pretty brazen huh?

As we walked around we bumped into Joe who was showing Joyce around town. He asked me if I wanted to see something interesting and he searched through his camera archive. He came up with a picture similar to the one below. Again, the proponents of these entities have no trouble showing us the relationship between fallen angels and aliens. Look at the following picture and come to your own conclusions.


Do you think they can make it more obvious?

In the same shop we found something that should make every believer/follower of Yeshua Ha Mashiach sit up and take notice. We know that these entities say that they have made us, and that they are here to protect us and that they have been with us through our history, but what you will see next takes things to another lever. The picture shows two things. First it shows a representation of DiVinci’s Vitruvian Man:


Suggesting that aliens are our progenitors

If you want to find something even more alarming then the picture must be compared to any number of paintings of Mashiach’s crucifixion. The comparison seems to suggest that the “aliens” want us to think that they made Yeshua and therefore we should venerate them. Let’s look:


Alien crucified vs. Yeshua Crucified

But there is still more. We walked down Main Street to first street so that I could show Lourdes where Jim Wilhelmsen’s store used to be. The front of Jim’s store faces the south wall of the International UFO Museum, and on that wall is a painting depicting an alien hand touching a human hand, which is a definite spin-off of Michelangelo’s “God Makes Adam.” Yet another attempt to usurp our genuine faith with Satan’s lie.



God makes Adam vs. Alien makes human

Later in the afternoon more of our people arrived. It was such a blessing to see Bill Deffendal again. With them were Matthew Kiss, another wonderful brother and also Joe’s sponsor whose name is John. Bill and Matt are both testimonies that we are including in our book and I feel somewhat of a special bond with them, all of us being experiencers, and my having met Bill before and having seen a taped interview with Matt and talking to him on the phone. It was like one big family reunion. I introduced Lourdes to Bill and they liked each other right away. Bill and I have even more in common because his wife is from Panama and Lourdes is from Mexico, so in October we will both have Hispanic spouses. Bill even talked to Lourdes a little in Spanish. That is one of the things that really blessed me, and Lourdes too; that everyone went out of their way to accept her and to bond with her.

Joe got a hold of us and we took a ride down to NOTW to sound our Shofars. It was such a neat time of fellowship with the pastor’s of New Destiny Church. They have such a willingness to serve Yeshua and an are open to hear His Voice.


Not Of This World Cafe

Usually when we get to Roswell we go to the four corners of town and blow the Shofars; sort of a call to the enemy that the battle is about to begin and also to scare the enemy. The Shofar throws fear into the forces of darkness for a variety of reasons. Read our article about this on the website. This year we were running late and didn’t get to sound the horns, so we did it at NOTW.


Here we are praying before we sound the Shofars

Playing the Shofar isn’t something that should be taken lightly. It’s not just some instrument that is just picked up and played. Prayer and a humble heart are needed before the Shofar should ever be sounded. Above we all prayed before we sounded the Shofar.


Blowing the Shofars

As it turned out, many people heard us playing our Shofars. In the picture above Lourdes and Joyce are laughing because in response to our Shofar sounding, quite a few cars blew their horns. If they only knew how prophetic they were being by their playful gestures.

As Wednesday drew to a close we put Jim’s stuff in the car that I had rented and we brought him over to Mike and Jackie Slack’s home. He spent the next four nights at their home. We stayed and talked with Mike for a while about a variety of different subjects. Jackie had gone to bed because she had to work early the next day. Back in 2007 as we wound things up and I left my banners with Mike and Jackie who took very good care of them. They looked like they were new this year when we picked them up. The funny thing is though, that when we got to Roswell Mike told me that he had hung the banners on the front of his home, from the eaves on the porch. Well, at night the porch lights were right behind the AACCOA banner and the light lit up the banner in sort of an eerie glowing sort of way and there was no doubt that anyone passing by would have looked at them and wondered. The banners did attract the attention of one neighbor whom mike then educated about what we do and such. It was quite an innovative ministry ploy that I applaud Mike for…Great Job Mike!! After we talked for a while Lourdes and I excused ourselves. We had to get back to the motel to get some sleep. Thursday was the first day of the festival, and it was the first day for us at our table in the convention center.

Thursday – July 03, 2008:

Joe was up and out of the room early on Thursday. He had heard that the CBS Morning Show was going to be interviewing people down at the convention center and he thought that he might be one of the people that they interviewed. While he wasn’t interviewed, he was one of the spectators that got to watch the whole affair.

When I awoke I called Lourdes’ room and she agreed to be ready within the hour. It was sort of late and I knew that we would probably be late in setting up our table and booth, but for some reason I felt a wonderful peace. It was Yeshua saying that He was in control and not to worry about the time. If there was anyone that needed to talk to us then HE would arrange it in His timing. I picked up Lourdes and we went to the motel restaurant again. Joe had eaten already and since this was the first day that the speakers would be speaking he needed to be there. It was his CE4 Research group that was running the whole shebang so he really needed to be there. Lourdes and I found Bill and John sitting at a table and they invited us to join them. It was a nice time of fellowship in Yahweh.

Lourdes and I got in the car and drove over to the Slack’s home where we picked up Jim. We also picked up the banners and some of the other stuff that we needed for our time at the table. At first I wasn’t too happy about the location of our table, but after observing how the people were entering the convention center, and seeing that they came down our aisle first, it made me feel a lot better. We were down at the end of our aisle, next to a fellow who makes travel documentaries about New Mexico. Directly across from us, and taking up a lot of booth space, was a fellow who was selling videos, I think for an outfit called UFOTV. He was a nice fellow who came over to see what we were all about. He started talking with Jim which was the start of a three day, on and off discussion about UFOs, Nazis, and of course, the Gospel of Yeshua Ha Mashiach. We both felt led to pray for this fellow the whole time we were there. Jim’s talk with him sparked his interest in what we do and Yeshua impressed on both of us that this fellow is going to get saved and have a wonderful ministry. Yeshua also told both of us that this fellow is Jewish, like us, having come from the Seed of Abraham. It was truly wonderful to talk to this man, but especially to see Jim talk to him and minister to him.

Thursday at the booth, behind the table wasn’t a very eventful day. This year we had maintenance people who really cared, unlike last year. They looked for over an hour for a power outlet for us. When they couldn’t find one close they came up with an alternative plan. There was one about thirty feet away and they told us that we could buy a power cord from the city for fifteen dollars. I knew that we needed two power cords (they were only ten feet long) so I finagled a deal with the maintenance people, our deal being that we’d rent two cords for twenty dollars and then return the cords when things ended on Saturday evening and we’d get our money back. Such a deal!! Tony, our friend from Florida was there and he helped me to hang the banners. We handed out literature to a lot of people, but we all knew that Friday and Saturday would be the big days at the convention center. Most of the people that we talked to were Christians and many were surprised that our ministry existed and that people took the subject of aliens seriously.

One of the more interesting people that we me there is a man whose name is Don Ray Walton. If the name sort of rings a bell there is a reason. Don Ray is a cousin of Travis Walton, the man whose life “Fire In The Sky” was about. I met Don Ray last year when he walked by our table in Roswell. At that time I tried to hand him some literature and some anti-alien stickers. When he saw the stickers he handed them back to me and told me that in his words, “we like the aliens, they make us money.” This year Don Ray came up to the table to hand us some literature about his message. He first told us that his name is now Chance Im Injewell. Don Ray told us that the literature that he was handing us was written through him, through automatic writing. He was ranting about beings that are half human and half alien, claiming that he is one of them. Below is something similar to what he told us at the convention center:

Place or origin Current synopsis Jack-o-lanterns. That is what they called them. The people of Idaho Falls. Strange lights. Maneuvering above their farmhouses at night. Strange movements of lights in the sky like ghosts. Moving at speeds greater than any machine built by 1965. Movements of light Unidentified by man. In Idaho Falls Idaho In the year 1964 A farm Women is abducted from her home and taken on board a space craft before she is returned to her home she is probed operated on and artificially impregnated without her knowledge And given a gift to save the planet Earth from Armageddon of nuclear weapons Alien scientists have placed the DNA structuring codes of YWHI who was the only begotten son and the first man on earth known to us as Adam. Into separate containers. After securing the DNA and programming codes, The Aliens stored two samples until they reached a time when they thought YWHI could return and complete their King’s plan. They artificially impregnated an untouched woman; She generated the seed to motherhood and brought forth a man called Jesus. The second sample was inseminated into a woman in Idaho Falls in 1964 His name is Chance as in a second chance for earth and mankind he brings with him the knowledge of the real truth sent by god our creator…

The information that is directly above comes from Don Ray’s Myspace site, located at the following address: . If you want to see what happens to a person who is totally given over to the UFO lie then you need to visit his site. If I read his page right, he thinks that he and Yeshua share the same DNA and that he (Don Ray) is a “second chance,” hence, his new name, “Chance.” I’ll tell you, having this guy come over to the table right at the start of things really brought things into focus. It showed me, and I think Jim will agree, that our war is against something other than flesh and blood, just like Ephesians chapter six points out.

About five o’clock in the evening the crowds were really thinned out and all that remained were the vendors in the convention center. Jim, Lourdes and I all decided to pack things up and call it a day. We stowed all of our stuff under the table and headed out to dinner. After dinner we went back to the motel where I had to get dressed up a little nicer so that I could speak at the Hispanic church, the name of which is Iglesia La Gracia de Jesucristo, loosely translated, The Church of The Grace of Jesus Christ; cool huh!! . We needed some of the personal testimony people to come with us so Jim and Matt got the Hummer that John had rented while Joyce, Lourdes, Bill and myself piled into the Dodge Charger that I had rented. The directions this time were very easy except for one thing. I thought that Jim had heard me when I gave directions to the church. Well, I guess that he did, but they went the wrong way on Fourth Street and when I saw that I had to double back and chase them down. We all got to the church right about on time.

At the beginning of the service Sebastian Salaz talked for a short while. He then gave me a wonderful introduction and asked me to come to the front behind the podium. As I talked he translated my words into Spanish for the congregation. A couple of times he looked to his wife for words that he might not know. I started out by giving my testimony, my early involvement in the UFO research movement of the 60s and 70’s and then how that lead me down the wrong road to a lot of personal strife and believing and teaching people about evolution. I then went into our ministries, first the Delusion Resistance and how that was formed by Yahweh, and then how later Joe, Jim and I were led to start the AACCOA. I talked with the congregation about the lying signs and wonders and how UFOs always seemed to peek during Christian revivals and during important prophetic events concerning Israel. When the presentation was done I read the prophetic word for Roswell to the congregation and the people blessed Yahweh. Near the end I asked Lourdes to come up and to say some words to the congregation. She talked to them and then blessed them in her native tongue. Then we had the living witness come to the front; Bill, Matt, Joyce and Jim. I had inadvertently forgotten to say something correctly and Matt turned and told me about what I had left out, so the whole presentation was given to the congregation and they blessed Yeshua for what they had heard.

When the main part of the service was over the pastor, Catarino Muñoz came up to the podium and said a few words. During the talk i entreated the congregation, telling them that if time permitted, and if it didn’t interfere with their spiritual obligations, that maybe they could come to our talk on Sunday to support us and pray for us. When the pastor spoke he said that the church would be glad to hold us up in prayer on Sunday. He thanked us for coming to the church and then he said that there would be a time of praise and worship and then the congregation would be dismissed. Sebastian came to the front and said a couple of things and invited everyone to join in song with the band. at that time I just couldn’t believe my ears. The band started to sing Israeli songs; “Shalom Alechiem”, “Hava Nagila” and a few others. In the middle of all of this, some of the ladies and a few gentlemen got up front and started dancing something like the hora dance. This was heaven on earth and it almost made me cry, really it did. I looked up front and Bill Deffendal was up there dancing and then Joyce went up and then someone came and got Jim and led him up there. Lourdes danced with our new brothers and sisters in Yahweh and there was such a sweet presence of the Ruach Ha Kodesh there that I truly believe that if Yahweh decided to take us all to heaven at that moment that we would not feel much of a difference.

At the end of the festivities I was approached by a man who had some papers in his hands. He introduced himself as Serapio and he showed me some of the papers. The papers looked familiar and after looking at the pictures once more I recognized them as being David Flynn’s work, but all of the words were in Spanish. Serapio spoke in broken English but I understood him pretty well. It was noisy in the church so I asked him if there was a place where we could talk where it was quiet. He led me to the fellowship hall where we sat at a table and talked some more. After some more time it finally hit me; this man is a Mexican David Flynn! I stressed to Serapio that he needed to come and hear David talk on Sunday, even telling him that if he couldn’t afford it I would pay for him to get in. He gave me his business card and other information.

After a while in the fellowship hall others started to come in. There was a woman in the room that was tidying up and Serapio introduced her to us as his wife and then he introduced his young son to us; a wonderful family. Sebastian came in with his wife Jochabed and Elizabeth and Juanita joined us too. The wonderful thing about all of this is that although this was our first time in this church, we felt like it was our home church and that we had attended it for a very long time. After a while we all realized that we were hungry so many of us got in our cars and went to, you guessed it, Whataburger! After a time of fellowship there we walked over to our motel, bidding goodnite to Sebastian and his wife and the others too. I walked Lourdes to her room and then went to mine. I had a new roommate, Matt, and he was fast asleep. Joe went to stay with others in his CE4 Research Group. Me, well, I stayed up and quietly worked on the presentation.

Friday – July 04, 2008:

Friday morning arrived way too fast. I picked up Lourdes at her room and since we were running late we decided to pick up Jim and then to eat somewhere other than the motel restaurant. We got to Mike and Jackie’s home and were greeted by Jackie. Jim was just about ready so while we waited we talked with Jackie about some of the things that concerned us about a variety of different things. Jackie always has a fresh and simple way of looking at things and that blesses both of us. In a short time Jim was ready and we started to leave. Jackie said that she and Mike would be down to the convention center later that morning and bid us farewell.

For a change, we went to the Not of This World Cafe for breakfast. I was bound and determined to pay for my food this time and thankfully the people who worked there charged us for the food. Pastor Lawrence and Margie had been so gracious to us while we were in Roswell, many times giving us free food and drinks. They really blessed us and I know that Yahweh will in turn bless them many times over. After we ate we went to the convention center. We got the material out on the table and immediately were swamped with visitors. It was the Fourth of July and I knew that today and Saturday would be busy at the booth. It was amazing to see all of the people there, more than last year. One thing that I found different than last year was that there were many people from Roswell who were walking around the convention center. It is customary for Roswellians to avoid the goings on in Roswell during this week. I changed my greeting from, “Hi, where are you folks from,” to “Hi, are you folks from Roswell?”

During the morning many people passed by the table and I tried to get material into all of their hands. I started to include an “no aliens” sticker with each packet of material that I gave out. I felt led to do that because Yahweh revealed to me that even if they wouldn’t accept the our literature, they would accept a free sticker. It is hard for people to pass up a freebee. One fellow came by and I handed him some literature. He was a nice fellow and we talked for quite a while. He is a believer in Yeshua and was happy, and surprised to see us doing what we were doing. I remember apologizing to him that our literature wasn’t stapled together and I told him that when I got a chance, I would slip away and buy a stapler at the store. What a surprise it was when he came back about an hour later with a stapler in his hands. He gave it to me, telling me that the guys from the military recruiting booth were handing them out for free. I still thanked him for thinking about us and blessing us. He came back a couple more times to chat.

Another person who joined us at the booth was a man named Keith. Keith is a faculty member at Wheaton College in Illinois. He is a believer in Yeshua and is fascinated in what we do. He came to talk to Jim and to observe what we did at the booth. Keith is like a sponge, soaking up everything and then, like a true educator, evaluating what he has taken in and rightly dividing the truth from fiction. He and I had several conversations and I found him to be a wonderful brother in Yeshua!

Things happened at the convention center that caused us concern too. One such thing happened on Friday and it has echoed in my mind ever since our time in Roswell. I had always known that the enemy’s work is subtle and that there are many whom he has won over to his side, but it became evident at the table this day. I was handing out stickers to every young person who would walk by. I’d give the kids the stickers and I’d give the parents the literature, a good trade-off. Just after noon on Friday a woman walked down our aisle and she had two little girls with her. I would estimate their ages to be probably ten and twelve. When I tried to hand the older girl some stickers she looked at them and politely told me “no.” I asked her why, explaining that all of the other kids were taking the stickers. The older girl looked at me and said, “I want to be abducted.” Sort of being in shock, I asked her to repeat to me what she just said. Again she said, “I want to be abducted,” but this time her mother told me what the daughter said, sort of repeating it for me so that I would finally get the message. I told the little girl that she was playing with fire and didn’t realize what she was saying. I told her that the aliens are evil and that she should watch out what she asked for because it was an open door. They started to walk away and I asked them to stop for a minute. When they stopped and looked around at me I told all of them that if they ever did get abducted, and they became scared (and I stressed that they would get scared) that they could call on the name of Yeshua and that would make it stop. They smiled and walked away, like it was something else that they heard me say. The fact that the girl wanted something evil to happen to her was pretty bad, but the fact that the mother accepts this and just allows it to happen really floored me. How could anyone love their child and not want to protect them? Well, the mother is probably given over to the alien agenda too. Either that or she has fallen into what a lot of parents have fallen into in contemporary times; that is, let the kids do what they want because making the kids happy is what it is all about, irregardless to what the results of their actions might be.

Mike and Jackie came later in the morning and stood with us while we gave out literature and talked to people. Mike likes to talk and he did so with a few people too. After a while Jackie mentioned that she needed to do some shopping for clothes and stuff and since Lourdes had her shopping radar turned on she immediately picked up on what Jackie said and soon both of them were off to the stores. They were gone for at least a couple of hours and that was nice because they got to know each other better and they bonded. It was a good thing to see Lourdes becoming friends with my friends and it is important because they’ll be both of our friends forever.

I got a little hungry so I decided to head outside to one of the many food vendors so that I could get a funnel cake. As I was coming back into the building there were many people there, almost too many if you know what I mean. There were many dressed in costumes and other regalia. There was a group of five or six teenage girls who were dressed up in alien costumes and it seemed that they were everywhere I went. After a while they became friendly and started to wave and say hi when they would see me and/or Jim. One thing I saw really amused me. When I was coming back into the building I noticed that there was a young girl, probably only about six years old and she was over by one of the many alien mannequins that were around the place. As I looked, she was kicking the alien in the groin area over and over again. I laughed a lot and then I got her attention. I told her that she was being good and that if she ever saw one of those creatures in real life that what she was doing was exactly what she should do to them. She smiled and continued to kick the creature. Who knows, maybe she’ll have to take my advice someday.

Toward the end of the day I noticed that my voice was starting to get raspy and that my throat was getting sore. It wasn’t because I was getting sick, but because I had been talking all day long. Friday’s booth time was coming to a close and we packed up everything and stowed it under the table. We got into the car and headed down to an Albertsons supermarket to pick up supplies for the evening. It was Fourth of July and we were going to spend it at Mike and Jackie’s home. This has become sort of a tradition.


Stephanie and Tony having some fun at Hanger 84

Joe had been working hard all week, organizing and coordinating plans for the speakers at Pearson Auditorium. Late Friday afternoon he went with others to Hanger 84 out at the old Roswell Army Airfield where many of the speakers from both events were meeting. The UFO Museum in Roswell was having a separate event with its own lineup of speakers and the meeting at the hanger was to get the speakers together. He also had plans to go to a “meet and greet” at the auditorium that evening.


Matt, Joyce and Bill at the hanger

Lourdes, Jim and myself were all invited to these events but after a day of talking to people all we really wanted to do was rest. We talked about it and agreed that since Joe had gone through the expense of getting us all down to Roswell and such, we were obligated to attend these events for his sake. I called him and asked him if we were needed at the events, telling him how tired we were and such. Joe said we were not obligated to go and he blessed our time together at the Slack’s home.


Daniel and Stephanie Jordan with Stanton Friedman

There are some people who have been given the talent of barbecuing, and Mike Slack is one of them. Mike could be the poster man for barbecuing, pictured standing behind the grill with a barbecue apron on and a barbecue fork in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other. I’m not being cute here, the guy really is The Barbecue Knight! Mike and Jackie’s home has always felt like a city of refuge inside the confines of Roswell. I feel relaxed whenever I am there and we always have a great time of discussion and fellowship. Friday night was no different. As Mike was barbecuing I went outside to keep him company and Lourdes soon joined us. I told Lourdes that I wanted to show her the property and we walked around the home and into the backyard. Jackie joined us and as we were looking around Jackie asked us if we wanted to see a real live vinegaroon. She took us to a tree at the back of their property and there it was, a very large vinegaroon on a tree trunk. They are neat looking animals, related to scorpions but with a whip instead of a stinger tail. Truly it looked like something from another planet, but it was fun to antagonize it with a stick.


A vinegaroon – ugly no matter what way you look at it

People in Roswell celebrate the Fourth of July like no other people in the United States. Every neighborhood has at least five fireworks shows, mainly conducted from people’s yards. We sat on the Slack’s porch and didn’t want for any fireworks displays. From sundown till midnight and after the sky is filled with lights and the air is filled with whistles and loud booms from fireworks. The city did have a fireworks display, but nobody I know in Roswell ever goes to it. Why should they when the neighborhood is a display. A special treat for this evening was that Mike and his friend Bernie both have telescopes. Mike has what looked like a four inch reflector and Bernie’s telescope looked to be fourteen inches. We looked at several stars and Saturn and the big prize was looking at Jupiter, but trees obscured our view and most of us had to get to sleep well before we could see the big planet. We bid good night to everyone and Lourdes and I headed off to the motel to sleep.

Saturday – July 05, 2008:

Saturday morning came very quickly. I called Lourdes’ room and she was already up. I got cleaned up and picked her up at her room. We were running very late this morning and we thought it best to pick up Jim and get breakfast at NOTW again. Afterward we headed back to the convention for our final day behind the tables. It would be a very eventful day for sure.

We weren’t there very long when a woman came up and started to talk to Jim. I didn’t hear the conversation but Jim told me later what had transpired. Turns out that the woman is a Wiccan but that she was brought up to believe in Yeshua, although she has walked away to practice her current religion. She told Jim that she has been getting a lot of messages from the spiritual world and after talking to Jim and listening to what he had to say about the spiritual realm and those who inhabit it, she wanted to know for sure who was really talking to her. Jim asked her if she would like to pray and she accepted his invitation. Jim prayed that Yeshua would reveal the truth to her and give her the answers to the questions that she was asking. You know, there are times when we pray and it feels like the prayer was good, but not as good as it could be. The prayer that Jim prayed with lady was the opposite. It was one of those prayers that feel like you’ve hit the fast ball and the ball is leaving the stadium – a home run or a grand slam.

It was lunchtime and I told Jim that I needed to head to NOTW for our lunch. Pastor Margie told me earlier in the week that they wanted to supply lunch for those who were visiting Roswell and working in ministry there. There was a plethora of Mexican dishes and Lourdes and I put a little or everything on our plates. Juanita and Elizabeth were there and they both brought some food to feed us in addition to what the Pastor’s had prepared along with pastor’s mother. We prepared a plate for Mike Slack and I asked Margie if I could buy a sandwich for Jim since he didn’t do well with spicy food. She volunteered to make him a turkey sandwich with the trimmings. I can’t express how much Lawrence and Margie and all of the other believers blessed us during our time there and for their kindness we pray that they will receive bountiful blessings in Yeshua’s Name.

Not long after we finished lunch, the teenage girls in the costumes came up to the table. They asked about our ministries and we told them about what we do. They were interested and at least two of them said that they knew that the aliens are evil (even though they dressed like them..go figure). Jim was the one who mostly talked with them and they got an earful about aliens, demons and just about everything pertaining to our message. There was a look of sincerity in their faces as they agreed with us. Each of them took our literature and Jim gave each of them one of his booklets.

Well it wasn’t too long after that, that I noticed the same girls all huddled together listening to Don Ray Walton, the fellow I talked about earlier in this timeline. He is one of those people who you’d rather not listen to, but to be honest, he is sort of scary looking, having that deep demonic look in his eyes and I could only imagine how those girls felt. Before I could say anything to Lourdes she was heading over to this group and she confronted Don Ray. She told the girls that his message wasn’t from Yeshua and she told him that he was deceived and was listening to the devil. The girls thanked Lourdes as Don Ray headed quickly in another direction.


Costume judging by Peter Robbins – These two costumes contained
two of the girls that we witnessed to about Yeshua.

As the day progressed we talked to many other people and gave out a lot of literature. Mike and Jackie saved the day when they brought me staples and some more copies of the flyers that we were handing out. At five o’clock we took down our banners and packed up what was left of the materials and such. We put stuff into the car and into the Slack’s Volkswagen “Thing,” and headed off to their home to drop off the stuff. We were all hungry and we decided to go to a rib joint at the north side of town. Lourdes and Jim were with me in the car and the Slacks would soon follow. We got to the restaurant and saw that the prices were way out of our range. It was nearing the end of the trip and money was dwindling so we had to take it easy. We then went to Applebees but the wait for a table was forty five minutes to an hour and we just couldn’t wait that long. So, we all went to Dennys, and even though it is probably Jim’s least favorite place to eat, he was gracious and went into the place.

When we finished eating Lourdes and I took Jim back to the Slack’s home. We didn’t stay there long because this was the last night for Joe and I to finish the presentation so that it would be ready the next day for our talk. I called Joe and made arrangements to get together with him. Not long after we got back to the motel room Joe knocked on the door and after he came in we started to finish the preparations for our talk. There were a few changes to make and a couple of additions to make but all in all, the modifications went well.

As I made the changes to the presentation my glasses broke and I didn’t have any tools to tighten the screw back into its place. With this in mind and with the reality that I had run out of socks for the trip I told Lourdes that I needed to go to Walmart and asked her if she wanted to go with me. Even though it was well past midnight she agreed to go. It didn’t take long in the store to find the things that I needed and we were soon back at the motel. I saved the PowerPoint presentation to the computer, to a disk (for the computer at the auditorium sound booth) and I saved it to the website server. I didn’t want to take any chances. I know how the enemy works and he excels at crashing hard drives and corrupting computer files. He wasn’t going to prevail in this situation! I walked Lourdes back to her room and bid her goodnight.

Sunday – July 06, 2008:

Sunday morning had finally arrived and I awoke with a bit of nervousness. I had never really spoken before any large crowds before and I was apprehensive as to if I would do a good job or not. I know that everyone says to trust that Yahweh will give you the words, but I think that even the people who say that get nervous when they speak. The night before I had done an internet search about public speaking and nervousness. I picked up a few tips and would see how they worked in just a couple of hours.

I went to Lourdes’ room to get her and we went to the motel restaurant for our breakfast. I drank an extra cup of coffee so that I could be more attentive and alert. After we ate we went to Pearson Auditorium and I gave the disk containing our presentation to the people up in the audio/visual booth way up in the nosebleed section. I then went down and talked with Joe for a moment until he was interrupted by a woman who would be speaking that day also. I interrupted their talk a few minutes later and told Joe that we were going to go to the Slack’s home to pick up Jim. He really had his hands full with this woman but he acknowledge me and we were off to get Jim.

I brought my nice clothes with me to Mike and Jackie’s house. I felt more comfortable changing there than I would in a dressing room at the auditorium. After a while we were on our way back to the auditorium, but not before stopping at McDonalds so that Jim could get some breakfast. When we arrived back at the auditorium that Paola Harris was doing her talk so we just sort of kibitzed at the sign-in table with Bill and Matt. Bill Deffendal had been put in charge of getting all of the speakers to sign the posters of the conference. He asked me to come over and sign a bunch of posters so that they would be ready to give to the speakers at the end of the sessions this day. I can’t remember how many posters I signed, but there were a lot because I had a severe case of writers cramp when I was finished.

It wasn’t long before Paola Harris was finished speaking. During the brief intermission between her talk and our talk I took the time to visit with some of the people in the audience. This is one of the things that I read about on the internet the night before. By talking to them like I did, they actually became friends rather than strangers coming to hear the talk and it is easier to talk to friends. It wasn’t long before we gathered by the foot of the stage and listened to Peter Robbins as he read our bios and introduced us.

Joe started the talk by going through his usual talk about his testimony and how he was called into our phase of the ministry. Afterward, both Joe and I read from the first section of the presentation which showed that everyone involved in the UFO research phenomenon was in fact a member of a jury in a cosmic courtroom. The Defense (the secular research group) was presented as having the witness stand for the past sixty years and we said that now it was the turn of the prosecution to present its case. We showed how many of the researchers in the secular realm either came to the conclusion or postulated the theory that the inhabitants of the UFOs are really interdimensional or demonic. There were quite a few quotes that we had to read through quite quickly.


Joe and Dave citing witness testimonies

The next part of the talk was my part. I stressed to the audience that now that we had heard from the secular side, and that they had said that these beings probably didn’t come from spatial time it was now time to listen to what Yahweh had to say about the whole thing. I read scriptures that pertained to Yahweh’s greatness and that He is the only authority to take seriously. Then I read scriptures that tell about Yeshua, His preeminence and His deity. Then I posed the question that was asked last year at the panel discussion, that question being; “Why are all of the aliens, the grays, the reptilians and others, why do they fear the name of Yeshua?” I went into a little about how there is a conflict between Yahweh and some of his created beings (angels and demons) and that there is a war, quoting Ephesians chapter six. Then I talked about the instances in Judea and the rest of Israel where Yeshua encountered demons and they recognized His authority and his status. I read the scriptures about Satan’s rebellion and showed the audience the state of war that exists in the spiritual realm, which spills into the physical realm.


Dave reading more witness testimony

After my reading was complete Joe talked again. He explained that the using the name of Yeshua to terminate alien abduction is the only repeatable event in UFOlogy. He explained that repetition in an experiment leads a theory to become a fact, or a scientific law. He explained how we have many cases on file where abduction was terminated and said that since this was true then it is a viable area of study and also that it is the truth. Next Joe called people up to the stage; Lourdes and myself, Jim Wilhelmsen, Jackie Slack, Bill Deffendal, Matt Kiss, Joyce Ahrens, as well as Guy and Nicole Malone. Joe explained to the audience that each one of the people standing on the stage was a living testimony, proof that the name of Yeshua can free a person from alien abduction / demonic oppression.


The witnesses: unknown; Nicole Malone, Guy Malone, Joyce Ahrens
Jackie Slack, Matthew Kiss, Jim Wilhelmsen, Bill Deffendal,
Lourdes Peredo (Ruffino), Joe Jordan and David Ruffino

The last part of the talk was probably the most profound and the part that caused the most problem in the mind of those who were offended by the talk. Yahweh told me that we needed to play a trump card before the enemy plays his hand. There are a lot of people who suppose that there will be some sort of official disclosure in the near future. By this they mean that the governments of the world will come out and say that there is an extraterrestrial reality. Yahweh told me that there has been an official disclosure for two thousand years, and that disclosure is the Gospel of Yeshua Ha Mashiach. The last three slides talked about mysteries, specifically the Mystery of Yahweh and that the Mystery of God was revealed in the Gospel of Yeshua Ha Mashiach. The last slide that had instruction had the heading, “The Disclosure That The World Is Waiting For” and underneath we had John 3:16-17. I was a little jealous because we were taking turns reading the slides and Joe got to read that one. It was a glorious time, presenting the truth about the UFO/alien abduction phenomenon and telling the audience about the salvation of Yahweh Yeshua.

After our talk Jim, Lourdes and I met with David Flynn in the auditorium. We all expressed that we were hungry so we decided to head down to the McDonalds down the street. I have always admired David Flynn. Yahweh has blessed this man and given him a wonderful mind. He’s a genius and unlike every other genius I have met, David is incredibly humble. He loves Yeshua with all of his heart and he gives Him the glory for everything that he presents to the public. After lunch we got David back to the auditorium because he was going to make the next two presentations. I didn’t sit in for any of the other talks, but I made sure that I stayed for David’s talks.


Our esteemed brother David Flynn

David presented some more of the sacred mathematics information, sort of building on what he talked about the last time he was in Roswell. For his second talk he expanded even further and showed how the polar axis is moving in a way that it is pointing to a change Virgo the virgin to Leo the lion, basically that we’re about to enter into a time celestially when Yeshua could come back as the Lion of Judah. There was a lot more to it and I would suggest, that when the videos become available that everyone buy them from CE4 Research Group. 

Just a little after David finished his talks Peter Robbins called all of the speakers together. He told us that, taking into account all of the information that was presented, there was certainly a possibility that tempers could flare. He told us that we all needed to be civil with each other and to treat each other fairly. Good advice Peter. Peter then called us all onto the stage and then he stood sentinel over the only microphone afforded the audience for them to ask questions. Peter told the audience more or less what he told us speakers and he invited the audience to start asking questions. There were a few people who asked questions and frankly, my memory fails me as to what those questions are. About two thirds of the way through the question period Peter asked a question of Joe and I. He mentioned that he personally knew some of the people that we quoted and he said that he was aware of other quotes from those people that would contradict the quotes that we used. He then asked why we didn’t use their other quotes as it would have been more fair. He also mentioned that in the course of our talk we used a mock trial format, saying that we were the prosecution and he felt that by us doing that we made them the defendants and he wanted to know what we put the secular UFO researchers on trial.


Panel Discussion: David Flynn, Joe Jordan, David Ruffino, Farah Yurdozu,
Karyn Dolan, Richard Dolan, Dennis Balthaser, Alejandro Rojas, Greg Bishop and Paola Harris

Yahweh was quick to give me an answer for Peter. I explained to him that for the past sixty years all of the other comments that the UFO researchers that we quoted were all out on the table. I told him that all of those things were already out there for everyone to see. But I said that in order for people to have all of the information, or all of the evidence, the quotes that we used had to be on the table too. Then I told Peter that we were clear in our presentation, and that the the beings on trial were the entities themselves, not the UFO researchers. I don’t know, for a second it looked like Peter was processing what I had told him. Maybe Yeshua was working through it with him, but when that moment was over, Peter thanked me for making those things clear.

Most of the rest of the time was spent by the other speakers hashing through what we had said. Many thought that it was unfair of us to present “religion” in our talk, saying that we were dogmatic and strict, not wanting to bend for other ideas or philosophies. I could understand what they were saying, but I didn’t agree with their assertions. When you know that you are right it is not even a question that bending is a possibility. It’s like knowing that smoking will give somebody cancer. Which way is better to tell them the truth. Example one: “well, you know that it’s probably not good for you to smoke. Some people have gotten cancer from doing that.” Example two: “smoking killed my grandfather, my uncle is dying because he smoked and millions of others have died because they smoked. Stop killing yourself and quit smoking now!” Some would say that the second person was harsh, insensitive and how dare they come at me like that. They’re not doctors, they don’t know!” Example one showed that the person sort of cared. Example two said that the person cares for sure. They presented evidence and argued their case with assertiveness. I’d listen to example two and I’d shine on example one.

In another part of the panel discussion one of the speakers brought up the notion that we shouldn’t judge the aliens to harshly. They suggested that we are lower life forms and that since the aliens were more evolved, they had our best interests in mind. Farah Yurdozu broke it down even further. She used an analogy of animals. She said something to the effect that a dog or cat would think good of humans. Humans feed dogs and cats and care for them. On the other hand, other animals, such as laboratory animals have fear of mankind because they are experimented on and killed on a regular basis by humans. Over all, for someone trying to make a case for the aliens this was a good analogy, but it had one big flaw. I told everyone that we could take the case of a serial killer who is married. He has a wife and a son and both his spouse and child love him. They don’t know that he is a serial killer. They know him to be a good man who brings home the food for the home, whose wage puts a roof over their heads and so on and so forth. But to his victims, he is a ruthless killer who has no redeemable qualities. I told them that a person has to be measured by all of the fruit that they bear, and that one tree cannot bear two kinds of fruit so we have to measure them in that way. There was another question posed and Peter said that we had not answered that one, so Joe took it and to me he answered it satisfactorily. Right after that the allotted time ended and the conference concluded.

After the talks ended we headed back to the motel. It was evening and we needed to start packing for our trip back home the next day. We gave Dave Flynn a ride back to the motel and that is the last we saw of him. Jim said that he thought it best that he stay in the motel that night because the Slacks would be retiring early that evening because they had to work the next day. We went to their home to say goodbye and to retrieve Jims bags. It is always hard to leave Mike and Jackie and when we leave there is a little bit of our hearts that remains there. We got back to the motel and Joe was at the front desk paying for the rooms. We told him about Jim staying at the motel and he told the desk clerk to put a roll away bed in the room. Although it was later in the night now, we needed to eat and so Jim, Lourdes and I went over to Whataburger. After a burger, some fries and a milkshake we headed back to the motel. When we got there Matt was almost asleep. He woke up and talked with Jim for quite a long time. He finally made some plans to get a ride with Bill the next morning. I went over to visit Lourdes for a little while and she was already packing her bags. After a short while I bid her good night and went back to my room. Matt was asleep and Jim was getting ready to do the same. I felt incredibly tired and I felt that this night’s sleep would be the best one that I would have since getting to Roswell a week before. I felt a sense of accomplishment, like Yeshua was giving me a spiritual pat on the back, telling me that I’d done a good job. All because of You Yeshua!

Monday – July 07, 2008:

I got a pretty good sleep during the night but awoke before any alarm. I was excited about our trip back to Albuquerque and then back home. Jim got up about the same time and within an hour or so we were cleaned up and ready to head out. I called on Lourdes who was putting the finishing touches on packing her bags. I picked them up and they were heavier than mine. I was thankful that earlier last week she bought a new suitcase with wheels and a telescoping handle. We left the bags and went to get some breakfast, our last free one. The three of us ate, taking out time and talking about of all things what the trip in 2009 will be like. We finished our meals then we got our bags and checked out of the motel. We got some gas at the Sam’s Club station and soon we were bidding Roswell goodbye.

The trip back to Albuquerque was uneventful. Jim and I talked most of the way back and Lourdes slept. We did see some deer and antelope along the road but aside from that, nothing else. The next stop was in Albuquerque to gas up the car and to get some junk food which we ate in the car during the last few miles. We returned the car, and got the bus to the airport. When we got to the airport we planned to walk with Jim down to our gates and to say goodbye there. A problem arose though; Lourdes and I were about six hours early for our flight, and the Express Jet counter couldn’t take our bags for another hour and a half. I found Jim and told him our dilemma. We said goodbye there and Jim was off to the TSA security area. That was the saddest part of the trip. I returned to Lourdes and we sat and waited the hour and a half. After that time was up the clerk motioned for us to come up and check our bags in. My bag was about six pounds overweight so I had to move some stuff to my computer bag to lessen the weight of the bag. It was still a couple of pounds overweight but the clerk looked the other way. Lourdes and I cleared through the TSA checkpoint without much bother. I was amused though because as they x-rayed the Shofar in its carrying pouch they kept looking at it and asking themselves with it was and if it was okay to send with me. I told them that it was a musical instrument, a trumpet so to speak and they finally ascertained that it was okay.

We still had more than four hours to wait for out plane so we sat in the dining area by the gates and enjoyed some pizza as we talked about almost everything. Lourdes had her first cannoli (an Italian dessert) and I was glad that it was one of the better ones that I’ve ever had. I would have felt bad if she had to base her initial response on a bad cannoli. Actually, a lot of people would have hated having such a layover at the airport, but it was a nice time with Lourdes and it gave us time to wind down from all of the activity of the week in Roswell.

It was finally time to board the plane and soon we were off to California. I opted for the window seat this time and it was a good idea. There were a lot of clouds and quite a few thunderheads to look at. About the time we were half way through Arizona the clouds were gone but there was a strange cloud cover on the ground. After a short while I surmised that it was smoke from all of the fires in California that happened to be blowing over the Southwest. As we got closer to Sacramento the smoke became very thick, obscuring the ground completely and the fire up in the Sierras was making such a high plume that it looked like a thunderhead. We landed and when we deplaned we realized that we had returned to the same smoky conditions that we left over a week before. We picked up my truck and drove back to Sacramento.

When we got back to my part of town I decided that maybe it would be a change of pace to get a different motel room for Lourdes’ last two nights here. There was a motel near the freeway that looked pretty nice so we decided to stop and see about prices. We went inside and I asked the woman if the place was safe, explaining that my fiancé would be staying there and I was concerned for her safety. The woman behind the desk assured me the she had never seen a problem in the motel. I paid for the room and we went down to the room. When we got inside the room was small and it looked dingy and something just didn’t seem right. I looked at the back of the door and noticed that there was a black power on the door and then it hit me, it was fingerprint dust. We got Lourdes’ bags and put them back in the truck. I went to the office and demanded to have my money refunded but the woman said that she wanted to look at the room. We went back to the room and I pointed out the fingerprint dust and asked her why she lied to me? She didn’t say anything other than she would refund my money, minus five dollars because we had used one small towel to dry hands after using the restroom. When I returned to work a couple of days later I mentioned this to a coworker and she told me that the motel had been the scene of a rape earlier in the week. Thank Yeshua that He showed me the dust on the door. We went back to the motel that Lourdes had stayed in before we went to Roswell and got her a room there.

I stayed home from work on Tuesday we rested the whole day. Lourdes took me out to breakfast and lunch later at The Olive Garden. Late on Wednesday night Lourdes boarded her plane back to Mexico City and our vacation was over. We had a wonderful time though, ministering to people in Roswell and meeting so many wonderful believers in Yeshua. We got to tell Roswell, and via the DVD’s that will go around the world, the real identity of the entities that pose as extraterrestrials and we got to present the gospel to people who otherwise would not have taken time to hear it in any other format. She and I got to see that we can minister together and that our gifts of prophecy and teaching and many other Gifts of the Ruach Ha Kodesh are the same and it further proved to us that Yahweh has brought us together and that our relationship is of Yeshua.

Will there be a Roswell 2009? Well, only Yahweh knows the answer to that. He has shown that He will start a revival in Roswell and that someday the town will be known for what Yahweh does there rather than what Satan does there. There is a possibility that there will be some sort of Christian conference there to counter the secular one that will probably happen there next year. In either case, the Church in Roswell has awakened and she is stirring from her sleep. She will be a powerful force in the days, months and years to come. Yahweh will win over Roswell and it will be glorious. His name will reign there and Satan will be evicted. He will lose his lease and this will be the start of greater things to come. When the governments of this world finally come out with their “official disclosures” there will be a line drawn in the sand because Yahweh has shown his disclosure and it will trump any hand that Satan or his political or religious puppets dare to show. Baruch Ha Shem Ha Mashiach Yeshua, Baruch Ha Shem Adonai!


By David Ben Yakov

Featuring a cast of many.



I’ve been in the habit of going to Roswell for a few years now, mostly for ministry. Back in April of 2006 I started to attend a new fellowship here in Sacramento. They not only accepted me, but they accepted the ministry that Yahweh has charged me to do. After the 2005 radio show trip and the success of it I mentioned these things to the pastors and elders of my new fellowship. I also mentioned that I would be going down to Roswell in 2007.

At or around the beginning of 2007 I was approached by Curt, one of the elders of the fellowship and he asked if we needed a worship team down in Roswell in July of 2007. I replied that we indeed did need someone to lead worship. At that time he committed himself to come to New Mexico with me. Before long, several people from the fellowship said that they felt Yahweh leading them on a mission trip down to Roswell. The story below is the account of our trip to Roswell. The account is as seen through my eyes and shouldn’t be construed as being the total story. I hope that you are blessed by what you are about to read.

David Ben Yakov


Day One – Tuesday July 03, 2007

The plans for the trip to Roswell this year were many. In years past I had gone there by myself at which time I would join up with Jim Wilhelmsen, Joe Jordan, either together or separate. This year there was a team from my church heading down there too. Joining me was Glori Embrey and her three girls; Rachel, Heather and Melissa, as well as Ed Roper, Curt Davis and Laura Langdon. At the beginning the plan had been to all drive down there together, but in May of this year we decided that some of us would fly and the rest would drive down there. The plans were that I would fly down and Ed would join me in the flight. Later on, we added on Glori’s older daughter Rachel. So I bought the plane tickets and Curt got to work on his RV, getting it ready for the long trip, all 1308 miles. The banners were made for our booth and were sent down a week before the time we would need them. They arrived a day before we did.

It seemed like time flew and then our departure date of July 03 arrived. Curt arrived at Glori’s house and they were on the road in the early morning hours, while it was still dark. The plan was for them to drive in the coolest part of the day to avoid heat stress on the vehicle and those inside of it. I arrived at Glori’s house quite a while later, right at six o’clock. Rachel was ready to go, really anticipating a great time of flying. This was her first time flying. We loaded up her bags and got on our way. We stopped by our church to pick up Ed who arrived a little early. Seemed that everyone wanted to get down to the desert southwest.

We went through the usual rigmarole at the airport; checking in at the airline counter and then at the TSA checkpoint. Rachel had all of her paperwork ready, even bringing her Social Security card and her birth certificate to prevent any hassles. She didn’t have her picture license and we only had her permit ID so we wanted to make sure that there would be no delays. All three of us made it through the TSA checkpoint without any problems; Rachel being sort of perplexed that we had to remove so many items to proceed through security. She was smart though, having worn shoes that came off and went on easily. We finally got to board the plane, a small 50 seater, two jet engine craft that resembled a miniaturized Boeing 727. The airline was called Express Jet and they advertise that they have great flights and many amenities. They did not disappoint us at all. As the plane rolled faster and faster down the runway Ed just relaxed but Rachel got a nervous giggle and when the plane finally lifted off of the ground she let out what I can only refer to as a cheer mixed with laughter. The others on the plane were amused to say the least.

We landed in Albuquerque right at the scheduled time and it took no time at all to get our bags from the baggage carousel. We got the bus to the car rental area and as usually happens at the Albuquerque airport, they offered me an upgrade, this time from a Buick to a Cadillac. I told the attendant Forrest (a young man, probably in his late teens) that an upgrade to a SUV would have been better but decided to accept what he offered. Rachel was amused at Forrest’s name and when she noticed that he was wearing a green shirt she commented that it was too bad that he didn’t have brown pants on; had that been the case he would look like a tree. Well, we were all amused, even Forrest. He left to get the Cadillac but came back a few minutes later, telling us that there were no more Cadillac’s left. Well, he noticed my disappointment and in what I can only assume was an attempt to impress Rachel he told me to go and pick out any of the SUV’s that were there. Rachel picked the dark red one and both Ed and I agreed that it was the best looking one there. We were off to Roswell.

We arrived outside of Roswell close to three hours later, running a little late because we stopped for lunch and to pick up some real fireworks, which are legal in New Mexico….hooray!! Joe Jordan met us at the turnoff for the crash site and we blew our Shofar’s like we had planned. We ran into a  young woman who had run out of gas at the same turnoff and I let her use my cell phone to call her boyfriend so that he could come and get her. Assured that he would be there momentarily we departed to an area on the west side of town where we  blew our Shofar’s again. We repeated this two times more, at the south and east sides of town. We wanted to warn the powers of darkness that we were there and that we were going to battle for the next few days.


Dave Ruffino and Joe Jordan sound their Shofars

Afterward, we parted company with Joe and Tony (an associate of Joe’s) and we went to a place that Ed and I had talked about for weeks prior, a hamburger joint called “Whataburger.” Poor Rachel had slept for most of the driving part of the trip suffering from sleep depravation brought about by anticipation of the travel day. We roused her to go into Whataburger and the poor thing just sat there sort of comatose, wanting only some fries while we ate ate the burgers that we had craved for so long and drank the 32 ounce milkshakes that Whataburger is so famous for. After dinner we went to Mike and Jackie Slack’s home where we spent the night. We talked for quite a while while Rachel slept on the couch. Later that evening Jim Wilhelmsen rolled into town and came to the Slack’s home too. We talked a bit more after which Rachel went to her room, Ed to his room; Jim taking the couch and me the floor.

Day Two – Wednesday July 04, 2007

We awoke early on Wednesday and we did so on purpose. In the planning stages of the trip Joe had come up with the idea of going out to the crash site that we had visited two years prior. A couple of weeks before the trip Joe told me that we would be leaving to head out to the crash site around half past seven but when I had talked to him the day we arrived he had changed our time of departure to five o’clock in the morning. When I woke up around four on Wednesday I noticed that Jim was already up. He had gone out to the front porch to pray. He came in and said that he was sort of iffy about going out to the site. Joe called not long afterward and after we talked Jim had decided to head out with us anyway. Joe said that he and Tony had figured out how to get out to the site using better roads and approaching it from the north side instead of the bad roads from the south side. So we met Joe and Tony at their motel and in a move that still befuddles me, Joe gave me the laptop with the map and told me to lead the way in my vehicle. The result is that we got lost and we spent nearly half an hour trying to figure out the right way to go.


Dave, Jim and Mike scope out the situation


We finally figured things out and we went down a country highway that led to a dirt road that was supposed to take us to the site. We traveled miles down the road until we finally got to a sign that told us that trespassing was not allowed and the sign ended with the phrase, “no exceptions,” which pretty well negated any excuse that anyone could make to continue down the road. So we sat around for a while and finally realized that it was getting pretty hot outside and that doubling around and going about it from the south would take too much time and that the heat would keep us from being productive. So, we  headed back into town and went out to breakfast.


Finally, I’m in my element – Dave


Most of the rest of the day was spent shopping for things that we would need for the next few days. I picked up some portable clothes racks, which when placed next to each other would provide the six feet in length that I needed for our banners. Also picked up the cable ties to attached the banners to the racks and to each other. As the day wore on we started to wonder about the welfare of those who were driving. I gave Rachel my phone and asked her to call Glori to find out when they planned to arrive. It was then that we learned that the RV had broken down about twenty miles west of Albuquerque. She said that she would call back when they decided what they would do. They prayed about the situation (one of many travel prayers) and they thought it best that Ed, Rachel and myself should drive up to Albuquerque. Ed is a mechanic and if anyone could help Curt to get the RV running it was Ed. Glori thought it best that we were all together anyway. That is that way that our fellowship of believers is, we go through thick and thin together. I was pretty exhausted from all of the driving the day before, and the fact that I got no sleep on the floor the night before, so I asked Ed to drive back to Albuquerque and he gladly accepted.

About three hours later we were pulling up to where the RV sit, in a park not far from the freeway. We were all happy to see each other and we all knew that within a short while things would be fixed and we’d be on our way. After a couple of runs it appeared that Yeshua had showed Ed and Curt what was wrong and they fixed the the RV so that it was running well enough. We all went to a buffet and got refreshed before we got back on the road. Curt had to fill the tank a couple of times on our way to Roswell but all in all the trip went well. I was blessed to have all of the girls in my SUV and we had a great time driving down the road. We listened to the radio and even sang together a couple of times. Our best effort was singing to Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody,” and we all laughed when it was finished. When we rolled into Roswell it was pretty close to midnight. I led those in the RV through town and to the Ramada Inn on 2nd Street. Then I went to the Mike and Jackie’s home and picked up all of my stuff along with Ed’s and Rachel’s and I went back to the motel. We all retired quickly because the next day was the beginning of the festival, and the start of our work at the booth at the convention center.

Day Three – Thursday July 5th, 2007

I awoke at 6 o’clock and got cleaned up so as to look presentable at the booth that I would be working this morning. Knowing the grueling trip the others had, I decided to just head to the convention center so that I could start to get things set up. They deserved a good night’s rest. After stopping at a gas station for my donuts and coffee I drove down to the center. After two trips from the car to the booth I had everything that I would need to represent the Delusion Resistance and the AACCOA, minus the printed material that still hadn’t shown up at the Slack’s house. I put the banner racks together and then Joe helped me to attach the banners, one for each ministry. As soon as I finished hanging the banners a gentleman walked up to me at the booth and after I described that our ministries were dedicated to helping people understand that the name of Yeshua (Jesus) stops alien abduction, this gentleman proceeded to tell me that he had used the name of Jesus many times to stop his experiences. I told him that he could stop the experiences all together if he became a child of God and had a relationship with HIM through Jesus. I then offered to help him in that process, but he came up with some excuse and wandered off. Joe did tell him that he should come to his workshop on Saturday and the man affirmed that he would be there. I liked this first contact because I saw it as Yahweh’s way of showing me that our time there would bear a lot of fruit.



Dave at the booth early Thursday

Yahweh gave me a boldness starting then that lasted throughout the week. One thing that has always irked me about these functions is that the vendors and the speakers just sit there and wait for people to come to them. I sort of liken it to royalty sitting there to be adored by their subjects. Well, I learned a long time ago when I volunteered with Jews for Jesus that people will avoid speakers unless they are treated with respect. So, just about every person who passed by was greeted by me and I would say that a good 95 percent of them would come over and talk with me. A lot of people seemed intrigued by the fact that we weren’t there to promote the alien agenda, but to fight against it. About half of the people that I talked to on Thursday turned out to be Christians who stopped by to see what all of the hubbub or Roswell was about. A couple of ladies who were Native Americans stopped by and looked on with curiosity. When I told them about our ministry they said “Praise God, I knew that there was a Biblical connection to all of this.” We talked for quite a while and they said that they would tell Christians in Albuquerque about us.

Later in the morning a couple of people came up to me and I noticed that the woman had a recorder on her side and a microphone in her hand. The man asked if he could interview me. I couldn’t resist and insisted that they ask me anything. The Ruach Ha Kodesh came upon me in a big way and He gave me answers to every question that the couple asked me. I’m not saying that they were just normal, run of the mill answers, but I could actually feel the power of the answers as I spoke them. One of the questions that they asked me was, “what do you hope to walk away with from this conference?” I told them that I didn’t want to walk away with anything. I told them that almost every other booth was there to sell things and to be lucrative. I told them that we were there to help people. I told them that we had spent quite a bit to get there and that if I could walk away with the satisfaction that I helped people to get free from demons and fallen angels then I would be very content. The couple walked away with a look that spoke that they satisfied that the interview went well, but also with a look that said that they were disappointed that they couldn’t trip me up with their questions.

About half past nine my cell phone rang and when I answered Glori was on the other line. They were on their way and they needed directions. When they entered they looked nice and rested, but also looked a little unfamiliar with what was going to happen. We agreed that they would observe for a while, just to see what happens and to gauge participation on that. I could feel them praying for me while I was greeting people and giving them our message. Around lunch time the girls mentioned that they wanted to go downtown to check out the stores, so when Glori gave them permission I gave the SUV keys to Ed and he took them into downtown Roswell. The girls are amazing Christians. By the time the day was over they had visited a lot of the shops and had made friends with the vendors. One of the store owners, an elderly woman took a liking to the girls and they spent most of the day visiting with her, learning about Roswell from her and they in turn ministered to her. For the next couple of days they would constantly tell me that I needed to go with them to meet the woman that they referred to as, “their friend.”


Dave and Glori talk to someone who stopped by our booth,
while Jim talks to a someone else who’s interested in our message.

One of the people that Joe wanted me to meet was a woman named Nicole. She had contacted Joe just a few days prior to the start of the festival and said that she was going to be there and wanted to meet him and some other people involved in the Alien Resistance effort. She was working at the front concession, selling tickets to the speaker’s events and also books and DVD’s. She’d had quite a few experiences with the dark side, but she became free after coming to faith in Yeshua. She turned out to be quite a dynamic young woman; having insight to show the physics of the whole alien abduction phenomena and how it relates to the Biblical point of view. I personally did not hear her talk about these things, but Glori and others did and said that it was profound. We’re all looking forward to getting to know her better and fostering a kinship with her.



Nicole, our new sister and friend

Jim Wilhelmsen came to the booth about mid morning and he was sort of iffy as to whether he was going to stay or not. Pretty soon someone came up and talked to us and Jim started to explain things to them. Jim is an incredible preacher. Yahweh has given him the ability to recall things off the cuff and when he starts talking people just don’t want to leave until he’s finished. After his first encounter at the booth he decided to stay and boy was I glad that he did. All of us were blessed; me, the people who Jim talked to, and of course Jim, who I think again realized the blessed gift of ministry that Yahweh has given to him.


Jim Wilhelmsen, during one of our very few breaks

Later in the afternoon Ed ran the girls back to the motel room and then came back. The vendor’s section closed at five o’clock so just prior to that time we packed things up, leaving the printed stuff and taking computers and other valuable things with us. The girls had eaten downtown so we made it an adult time of fellowship, breaking bread (and steak and chicken etc) at a local eatery which was across from Walmart. When we returned to the motel we all went to our rooms but soon we were in one room singing the praise and worship songs that they would be singing at the start of Jim’s talk that next Saturday. It was the perfect way to end a perfect day.

Day Four – Friday July 6th, 2007

Well, I have to say that I was stoked and because of that I didn’t get a lot of sleep the whole time I was there. I came out of my motel room and noticed that the others were ready to go. We had our free motel breakfast and we headed off to meet Joe, Tony and Nicole at the hotel where Nicole was staying. Nicole had recently made a commitment to Yeshua and she wanted to be baptized. There was a nice pool at her motel so it was decided that she would be baptized there. All of us entered the pool area and Joe went into the pool, donning his tallit. Nicole joined him and I read a couple of scriptures out of the Brit HaDasha after which Joe plunged Nicole down under the water and brought her up as a baptized believer.


Nicole’s baptism, her public declaration of her faith in Yeshua!!

After Nicole was baptized we all got on our way to the convention center. When we got there it was already busy, probably twice as busy as the previous day. Pretty soon the aisles were filled with people. Since we were right by the entrance doors to the vendor’s section people would come to us first. Those who didn’t stop on their own I called over to the booth. I sort of felt like a barker in front of a movie theater, or something of the like.


Listening a lot and talking – the key to Godly counseling

We were at the convention center right at eight thirty this morning. We pulled out the chairs, placed all of the materials on the table and decided to get the day started with prayer. I think we prayed for about fifteen minutes or so. Toward the end of the prayer time I noticed that Joe was standing behind me, out in the aisle and that he had greeted someone. I heard the name James Carrion and realized that the International Director of MUFON was standing behind us watching us pray. I can’t even imagine what went through his mind; seeing a circle of Christians praying, some in tongues, and asking Yahweh for success in ministry. I think it will be something that will stick with him and will cause him to think more about Yahweh Yeshua.


Laura – a chaplain with the Sacramento Chapter of the Christian Motorcyclist
Association has dialogue with a biker who came to our booth.

At one point I just happened to glance at the entrance doors and I saw something that sort of took me aside. Walking through the doors was someone dressed like the Pope, and with him was another man dressed like an Italian priest (black clothing and a black hat with wide brim) and with them was a woman dressed sort of like a nun, but in a more seductive attire. Jim told me that he had read about this group and that they called themselves the Church of the sub-Genius. Well, they made the mistake of walking by our booth and Jim just couldn’t resist talking to them. He addressed the Pope figure as Pope Ichabod and asked if the other man was Father Guido Sarducci and if the nun was Sister Mary Eliphant. For those outside of America, or for the younger generation, the latter two come from comedic television shows or recordings. Then he asked them that since “sub” means “under,” then the name of their church really means “the church of those who are under intelligent,” or in essence, dumb.

Another person that kept walking by (throughout the event) was a man who was obviously possessed. He sort of looked like Ozzy Osbourn without the makeup. He would walk by our table and refuse to look at us. At one time he did try to sneak a peek at us and when I looked at him he looked down and quickly walked away. I prayed that if be Yahweh’s will, I would be able to talk to this guy. So, every time he would walk by I would just look at him, hoping that we could make eye contact so that I could smile and invite him over. Wasn’t supposed to happen this day I guess. I wasn’t the only one to sense that this man was a walking habitation for the enemy. At one point Glori looked a little overwhelmed. This concerned me so I went over and prayed for her. Not long after I asked her if she had seen Ozzy and described him to her. She said that she then understood why she felt something coming against her; it was probably the entities inside and all around that guy.

At another time we were standing by the booth and a strange looking character walked by. Rachel took one of our anti-alien stickers and tried to give it to him and he looked agitated and refused. He said that he didn’t want it because he worked for “their” cause. He was really perturbed that we were there and became another person who refused from that point to make eye contact with any of the people in our booth. Over the next few days I would observe him as he looked at alien literature and gave an approving smile, almost a look of contented pride.



Rachel, Heather and Melissa plastered Roswell with these stickers

All sorts of people come to the UFO convention/festival. There is always a large population of New Age adherents that come to test the waters. At least half, if not more of the vendors have some sort of New Age angle to promote. The booth to my left was populated by a man who claimed that he had a test to see if friends and family were really human, or if they were of extraterrestrial stock. Another vendor was taking pictures of people’s auras and still another was selling a book that he claimed was a rewritten Bible; the words having been changed and some words added by a spirit that channeled the information to him.

Some people are more subtle though. Some will come up to the booth and claim to want help, but they’re only there to further their agenda, or the agenda of those who manipulate them. A case in point was a woman who came up to the booth and looked interested in our ministries. She started to talk and ask questions, but in a short period she started to challenge what I had to say. It was quite nice though that Yahweh was giving me the answers to her assertions. At one point though she started to talk about witchcraft, telling me that both white and black witchcraft were good and that there was no evil in the world. Thank Yeshua that Glori was sitting inside the booth area. Yahweh told me to ask her to come up and to address what this woman had to say. Glori used to be involved in the occult and she knows all about their lingo and what they believe; this is a place where I am sort of rusty. What I noticed right away is that the woman’s guard went up when Glori stepped up, even before Glori said anything. I could actually feel her shields come on. It was the spirits around her recognizing that Glori was a threat to them. Anyway, Glori treated this woman with dignity and respect and listened to her assertions and then started to ask questions about the things that she just said. The woman became defensive and started accusing Glori of throwing accusations toward her where in reality, all Glori did was to ask her to define her foundation and what it was built upon. This happens a lot in spiritual warfare; a person will come up like they’re genuine, they’ll become hostile and then they’ll play the victim when they’re confronted about their hostility. Glori held firm though, telling the woman that she was heavily involved in a lie that seemed like a truth when she was in it, and that she just wanted to help this woman to realize that the truth (Jesus) is a lot bigger than the boxed lie that she was living in. The woman got mad, said that she didn’t want out help and briskly walked away. A few minutes later she walked by, slammed my literature back down on the table and stormed out of the building. We prayed for her and were comforted in the reality that Glori and I had planted seeds in this woman’s heart that Yahweh would later water and grow those seeds.

Curt and Laura were busy and about, trying to learn about all of the things that were in the vendor’s area. Laura was out visiting the booths and testing the spirits and found that the deception factor was amazingly high. She collected literature from a lot of the people so that she could see what they were all about. This whole adventure had whet her appetite and she was soaking things up like a dry sponge in a pail of water. One of Curt’s objectives was to meet an author named Tom Horn. Curt really likes his writing and some of his ideas and wanted to meet the man behind the pen. So it was no surprise when Curt walked back to the booth with a tall stocky fellow and introduced him as Tom Horn. Tom said that he had heard a lot about me from Jim and others and that he was glad to finally meet me. I was taken aside; a man of Tom Horn’s caliber wanted to meet me….thanks Yahweh!

In the early afternoon there was a short lull in the action. It was then that I noticed that a woman was walking around, sort of checking things out. I greeted her and she came over to the booth. She had a pen and pad in her hand and said that she wanted to ask me a few questions. I asked her where she was from and she told me that she was from the Roswell Record; Roswell’s daily newspaper. As she asked her questions I felt the Ruach Ha Kodesh come upon me again and her questions were answered boldly and quite thoroughly.

What continued to amaze me was the amount of Christians that I ran into there. I would say that the ratio was probably sixty percent Christian and forty percent nonbeliever. Every Christian that I ran into agreed that our ministry was valid and many thanked us and thanked Yahweh for the work that we do. So many of them realized the connection between the end times and the UFO deception. It was like Yahweh was turning on the power and lots of little light bulbs were going on inside of people. It was starting to seem like Yahweh had sent us down there to minister to Christians in addition to the heathen.



Curt talks to a couple of visitors while Dave prays against the concession across the aisle.

A little side blessing happened twice while we were down there. Twice on Friday I was approached by Jewish people who wanted to know more about the ministry. One divine appointment happened when a man came and said that he was passing through town with his family. They just wanted to stop and see what all the hubbub was all about. We talked about the fallen angels of Genesis six and then I got to tell that the Name of Yeshua was the only name that could stop the abduction experience. His look was so neat; a look of being perplexed, sort of like a computer that is trying to process vast amounts of endless information. The second person who came up to the booth was a Jewish man who is an actor and a journalist. He wanted to know our story and he too looked perplexed; sort of like he had come to some sort of stark realization and he was trying to process whether it was okay to believe it or not. You know, Paul said in one of his epistles that a blindness had come upon Israel where Yeshua was concerned. I think that the look of those men was like when a blind person received sight. They’ve never seen before and the reality of sight boggles the mind until it can be sorted out. We pray for our two Jewish brothers, that they choose sight and not return to blindness.



Dave trying to imitate another person. I guess that I just can pull of
the smug and arrogant “self made man” look.


Joe and I had planned for quite some time to attend a two hour event this day. The director for MUFON was going to be speaking and we wanted to be good MUFON members and support him by filling seats at the talk. So, at three o’clock we got our things together, picked up Nicole and Tony and I drove us down to the UFO Museum to hear the talk. We sat down and not long after we got there the first speaker started to talk. He is the state director for Nevada and I have to say that he is passionate about MUFON and what it stands for. The only problem was that he talked to the audience like we were adolescents in some sort of school assembly and that caused me to resist his message. I had thoughts of the Jackie Chan movie where he asks his partner, “can you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?” After he finished, James Carrion stood up and talked. James is much more personable and he treated us like the adults that we all are. One thing that Joe wanted to ask James was why they changed the MUFON mission statement. The new statement states that MUFON’s mission is the scientific study of UFO’s for the benefit of mankind. The statement seems to suggest that they’ve already made up their minds that UFO’s are emissaries from other worlds and they just want to study the technology for mankind. In essence, it takes the mission from trying to figure out what they are and moves it to the realm of, “we know what they are, now what makes them tick, and how can we use that for our benefit.” This is sort of a problem for those of us who know the truth. Do we remain members in an organization that has bought the lie or do we leave? We’ll remain in prayer to hear an answer on that one.

Another thing that we had planned for quite a while was having a barbecue over at the Slack’s  home. So, when we returned to the convention center from the UFO Museum we all piled into cars and went to WalMart to buy food for our feast. We had planned on having a Shabbat (Sabbath) service this night, so when we got there we prepared the feast and then we assembled everyone to the front room. Joe and I welcomed in Shabbat with three blows of the Shofar. Laura had practiced a lot in the afternoon so that she could read the candle lighting prayer as she lit the Shabbat candles. She did a wonderful job, not missing one word and pronouncing the words like she just got off the plane from Israel. I then prayed the Shema and prayed a blessing over the meal. We then spent the night in fellowship, eating and lighting off firecrackers and rockets; after all, it was the Fourth of July.

As the night wore on Joe and I realized that we needed to get back to the motel so that we could get things ready for the next day. We needed to put together a PowerPoint presentation for his talk the the following afternoon. We got back to my room and got started on our project. After a short time we had the presentation finished and we were then able to relax and talk about what we would do the next day. He retired back to his room and I hit the sack, falling asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

Day Five – Saturday July 7th, 2007

Saturday was our busiest day by far. We woke pretty early and got ready to head out for the first event of the day which was Jim Wilhelmsen’s presentation. We sat at the hotel lobby enjoying our breakfast and a brief time together, unhindered by the UFO festival and all of the other things that we had been working on. We then piled into the two vehicles and drove off for the Best Western Sally Port Hotel, which is where Jim’s talk was going to be. When we finally got all of the equipment inside it suddenly hit me that we needed transparencies of the worship lyrics so that the people in the room could join us in praise and worship. So Ed and I went to a local office supply store where I got the sheets made and Ed got some batteries for microphones and such. In Sacramento we have a fairly large Muslim community, as well as others from South and Southwest Asia. In Roswell I had not run into anyone from that area of the world until I went into the office supply store. Stuck way in the back, in the copy center was a man whose nametag read Rashid, and he looked at me (wearing my Kippah) as though I was the first Jew that he had seen in Roswell. There was a tension there but we managed to exchange pleasantries with respect and dignity. Now, if the people in the Middle East could only act accordingly??

We got back to the Sally Port and finished setting up the room for the talk. At first the turnout looked sort of sparse, but after a while the room filled up and those of us who were in ministry either sat or stood in the back to make room for the visitors. I was amused when one elderly lady stopped me and told me that it was a beautiful day for the Sabbath. I thought to myself, “man, I hope they don’t all get up and walk out, thinking that this is a Jewish talk,” buy my fears were allayed, praise Yeshua!!

The service started out by the sounding of the Shofar; two of them in fact; blown by Joe Jordan and David Ruffino. Jim then proceeded with the service by introducing himself and he led us in a brief prayer. Then he introduced the worship team from Last Day’s Harvest Ministries who drove down from Sacramento. Curt, Laura and Glori entered into worship and soon others in the meeting did the same. I really don’t think that some of the people knew what real worship actually is, but they sang anyway and soon were caught up in worship. The group had planned to sing six or seven songs but because of time restraints they had to abbreviate worship a little. Most of the songs were sung in corporate form but Laura sang one song solo and it really moved some of the people in the congregation, even this writer. Without a doubt, the worship time was a marked success and really set the stage by bringing peace and breaking some fetters that people came into the room with.



Laura, Glori and Curt lead worship at the Saturday Morning Event


Jim then introduced me (David) and said that I had a few words that he’d like me to share. I had been praying for a few weeks about what scripture to present and over that period Yahweh had clearly said that He wanted me to read from Ezekiel, chapter 33. In essence, it is a warning from Yahweh that we as believers are sentinels on the wall of the city. We are to warn people of impending attack, or if a person walks in darkness we’re supposed to give them warning. Yahweh says in that scripture that if we warn people and they listen then all will be well. If they don’t listen and they die then their sinful condition and their subsequent eternal condition is on their hands. However, if we fail to warn people about the impending attack and they die in their sin without having time to repent, then their blood is on our hands. I have to say that the message held the attention of everyone and it was a perfect opportunity for Jim to segue into his message.



David preaching at Jim’s “Remnant Call”


Jim’s talk was about Roswell’s significance in end-time events and how Zechariah, chapter 5 shows how Roswell would be the catalyst for the UFO cults and the perpetuation of the alien agenda that is so profound in society today. The talk went very well and the people left with a lot of knowledge that they needed to process and they were also given a packet that Jim and Debbie put together to help the people to further understand. The talk was recorded on video by two people; Tony who came from the Space Coast in Florida and a local fellow who knows Jim well.



Jim giving the message at the Remnant Call meeting

Toward the end of Jim’s talk Joe Jordan came to the front and he exhorted the people in the audience to consider the reality of the UFO phenomena and how the alien abduction part of the whole agenda was a very important part of the facade. He told people that the only name that every stopped abduction is the name of Yeshua (Jesus) and because of that it meant that the whole deception with regard to UFO’s is spiritual in nature. He had Glori and I come to the front of the room as living testimonies that Yeshua’s name, but more importantly, a relation with Yahweh through His son Yeshua stops abduction as a life’s pattern. He told the people that this is why their getting involved in fighting the UFO deception is so important.



Tony – an integral part of our team. He videotaped all of our events,
and he’s a real kick in the pants to hang around with!!

It was now around noon and we had to leave quite quickly. Jim’s talk had ended and Joe’s would start in one hour. We got to the convention center and waited for the workshop room to clear. Another workshop was ending and we would have to set up quite quickly. Once we were allowed access to the room it was a snap to set up the computer with the projector. I did need a little help in finding the right keys to push on the keyboard to allow the image on my screen to become the image on the projector screen; but the man who was videotaping the whole event was quite knowledgeable and he gave me a crash course.

Joe and I decided the night before that the few slides that we had made would be easy to change and I could follow along and sort of “wing it” so as to choose the slides as they were needed. Joe started his talk and it went quite smoothly. His subjects merged from one to another in what seemed like a flawless pattern; and the slides worked well too. The room was full and I think we even exceeded the allowable amount of people because not only were all the seats taken, but there were people standing in the back and around the sides too. At the end of the talk Joe explained to the audience that the best proof that the name of Yeshua works in stopping abductions was to have living testimonies come up to the front of the room. So on cue, Glori, Me, Jim and Nicole all walked up to the front. Joe explained to the people that all of us have used the name of Yeshua to thwart abduction attacks, or as those of us well versed in all of this call it, demonic harassment.

At the end of the talk, Joe invited both me and Jim up the front and introduced us as co-laborers in the AACCOA; Alien Abduction Crisis Centers of America. He explained that there were others involved, both in North America and in other parts of the world too. He then opened the session up for questions and answers. There really wasn’t a lot of time for questions or answers, but we did our best to field the few questions that came our way. We invited some of the people who still had questions to our booth and some of them took us up on the offer; one lady that I talked with for more than two hours afterward.

After the talk, and while we were at the booth we started to talk about our itinerary for the trip back home. The other guys started making plans for replacing some parts on Curt’s motorhome and the ladies were talking about their return too. About this time Glori asked me if I would mind making a change in our flight plans. Rachel had decided that she wanted to drive back with the land lubbers and Heather wanted to fly. There was no question that it would be okay and those plans were set. I had gotten to fellowship with Rachel on the way down and now I’d get to fellowship with Heather on the way back; who could ask for anything better.



The Resistance Ladies – Laura and Glori. When it comes to warfare,
there’s no doubt that you want these two incredibly adept ladies on your side!

We still had a couple of hours before we could pack up the booth for the night so we started to talk to passersby again. A fellow came up to me and asked if he could interview us for the Scott Conner Show; a local late night show out of Albuquerque. Never wanting to pass by an opportunity to give exposure to our message I immediately gave him a resounding “yes!” Pretty soon Scott Conner come over to the booth. He is an interesting looking fellow, sort of a cross between Howie Mandel and Jeff Goldblum. I asked him if he is Jewish and he quickly said that he was not. I don’t know; I think that he is and he just doesn’t want to admit it or something. So we got all of the chairs in order and cleaned things up a little bit while the technical people set up the camera, adjusted the boom mike and got all of the levels set. So we started on the interview and Scott saw the Kippah on my head and asked if I was a Messianic Jew and I answered “yes.” Then he asked me if he could interview me and I told him that it would cost him money. He then retorted, “man, you Hebrews; everything is about money with you people.” We all got a chuckle over that. Scott asked me and Jim a battery of questions and we told him all about our ministries and how we helped people. Scott cracked a few jokes while we were being interviewed and before we knew it the interview was over.



Joe Jordan, David Ruffino, Mike Slack and Jim Wilhelmsen at the booth.


At five o’clock we closed down the booth for the day. Saturday had been extremely blessed and very profitable for the Kingdom of Yahweh and we decided to celebrate by going out to dinner. We settled on a Mexican restaurant named Tia-Juana’s up on the north side of town. One thing that I had forgotten was that when we were having so much success with telling the unsaved about getting freedom from alien abduction, and when we were enlightening our brothers and sisters in the Christian Community about Genesis Six and other things; we were angering the powers of darkness. That in itself isn’t too big a deal, but if a warrior lets his or her guard down it could lead to injury, spiritually speaking. So, aside from all of the blessings from the day I hadn’t realized that some things that were said were taken by me as an affront toward me. I had dismissed a couple of them during the day, but probably I hadn’t forgiven them; thus, I had left them on slow burn on the oven. So, when we sat down for dinner someone had made another comment that turned up the gas under my pot of affronts. So I stewed in my anger at the dinner table and allowed the enemy to speak lies to me, telling me that the people who had said these things to me were against me, and all other sorts of sorts of things. The rest of the night turned out to be terrible as I let the enemy speak lies to me, and I listened. It was all an assault on me by the enemy for being faithful to Yahweh, and His message; and being tired from fighting his crap all week, I could not fight effectively. I was a soldier with battle fatigue and I was happy that the next day would be the last day of the festival, and an easy day at that.

While I sat in the motel, Ed, Glori, Curt and Laura had set off to visit a sister whom they met at the convention center. Glori had noticed her at the center and had seen that this woman’s countenance was sad, like she was in a lot of pain or something of the like. She said that she concerned about her and I suggested that she might want to approach the woman and talk to her. She did this and they talked for quite a while. This woman and her male friend went to dinner with us that evening. During this time plans were made to visit the lady at her home. The drive out to this woman’s house was fraught with bad turns, hard to follow directions and other things that turned a simple trip into one that took quite a while. It was attributed by all in the RV that it was probably a tool of the enemy to cause confusion in the directions to her house, but this was also used by the Ruach Ha Kodesh to allow the troupe to get prayed up for what was to follow. It was good that they prayed so much on the way over to her home because from what I understand there was a lot of spiritual conflict while they were there.

While I sat in the motel room I received a visit from Joe and Tony. We talked about a few of my concerns and we also planned out the next day. We talked a lot about all that had already been accomplished and the ramifications of what all of our work in Roswell would have on the UFO community. It was a really nice talk and it helped me to calm down. While we were there we had the door open and I noticed that Heather was walking by. She came in and talked to us for a while and Joe told her how impressed he is with her prophetic drawing. As he talked to her she got a smile on her face and told us that she had drawn another picture and she darted out the door to go and retrieve it. When she came back she held in her hand a drawing of an angel that has prophetic implications. I asked her if I could keep the picture for a while and pray about what Yahweh wanted to say through the picture. I took it home and scanned it and Yahweh immediately started to tell me what the picture meant. It is posted on the Delusion Resistance website in the prophetic section. We’re all praying for Heather to accept her Yahweh given gift and for Yahweh to continue to speak to us through her drawings.

Day Six – Sunday July 8th, 2007

I woke up Sunday and went down to the Convention Center by myself. I knew that the others came back from their excursion sort of late the night before so I thought that they would want to sleep. I did find Curt up and about and asked him what he wanted to do that morning. He said that he and Ed were going to work on the RV and try to fix the fuel problem as well as to shore things up with the cooling system of the RV. Curt informed me that the night before they realized that the air conditioning system had stopped working and they knew that they would have to fix that before they drove through the desert later that day on their way back to Sacramento.

I got to the convention center and placed all of our material out on the table and talked with Joe for a while. One of the main events that we wanted to attend Sunday was Bill Schnoebelen’s talk. Rachel and Heather especially wanted to meet him and hear him talk. They had read a lot of his books and like his ministry. He was scheduled to talk at half past ten that morning. About quarter till ten I was starting to get concerned because I had not heard from Glori and I didn’t want to be late for Bill’s talk. He didn’t charge for his talk, but he had limited seating and the seating was on a “first come, first serve” venue. So I called Glori and asked her if they were going to come down and offered to come and get them. She said that they needed a ride because Curt and Ed were still working on the RV, so I left right away and picked Glori and the girls. Laura stayed at the room to sort of secure the rooms and watch all of their belongings until they could be loaded into the RV.

We got back to the convention center with about ten minutes to spare. His talk wasn’t new to me because it was generally the same talk he gave at the Ancient of Days Convention down in Roswell back in 2005. For Glori and the girls though, this was new information for them and they sat attentively. Bill had a question and answer period after his talk and Rachel was able to ask him a question; the subject which escapes me right now. After the talk ended we all headed over to Bill’s table and the girls got to meet him. They bought books and he autographed them. Yes, I had him autograph a book for me too. He took pictures with the girls and Rachel and Heather even got to give him a hug and told him how much they respected him.



Melissa, Heather and Rachel with Bill Schnoebelen


After we met with Bill we sort of stood around for a while. A gentleman and lady walked up the table and they were well dressed. The man was dressed in black attire and wore a very nice black cowboy hat. He introduced himself and said that he was Travis Walton’s cousin. Travis Walton is the man who is the main figure in the story titled, “Fire In The Sky,” a story about his alien abduction and subsequent return. He looked at our information and took the literature for our two websites. I asked him if he wanted some of the “anti-alien” stickers that we were handing out and he flat out refused them, telling me, “I don’t want any of those, we like them (the aliens), they’ve made us a lot of money.”

I looked at my watch and noticed that it was just a little after noon and I suggested that we pack up all of our stuff and close out the table. We took down the banners and broke down the banner stands. We boxed everything but left some of the website literature on the table just in case some late comer wanted to see what we were all about. Jim and Debby had left that morning, figuring that it was better to get to El Paso and rent a motel there so that they could be sure to get their flight the next morning. Before he left, Jim gave Curt some money for their trip back.

We piled into the two vehicles and headed for our last meal together in New Mexico. We all went to Whataburger and got our belly’s filled with their hamburgers and their humungous milkshakes. When it came time for the RV people to leave we all assembled at the RV to pray for their trip back. I grabbed Heather’s bags and put them in the Jeep and we prayed for their safe trip back to Sacramento. A few minutes later they were on their way back home. Heather kept in contact with Melissa via text messaging on their phones, so we were aware of their progress.

Afterward, Heather and I went over to the Mike and Jackie’s house. We got situated and watched some television. I wanted to treat Mike and Jackie to dinner since they were such wonderful hosts and went all out to minister to all of us who came down to Roswell. We first went to Target Department Store where we needed to get some supplies for our two remaining nights there. Me and Mike got what we needed but the two ladies looked at clothes for a while. We then went to CICI’s for some “all you can eat” pizza. We had good food and great fellowship. By this time it was later in the evening so we went back to the house, watched some more television and finally retired for the evening.

Day Seven – Monday July 9th, 2007

On Monday morning everyone woke up sort of early. Jackie made us some of her great coffee and we talked for a short while. Then Heather and I were off for our day’s adventure. We went and had some breakfast at a restaurant called “Nuthin Fancy,” which is a great place to eat should you ever visit Roswell. We then got some gas for the Jeep and headed south toward Carlsbad. It was a nice day for a drive; pretty clear and not too hot. Heather excused herself and pushed the seat back and took a nap. I had found out a little earlier that she didn’t get much sleep the night before; feeling strange in unfamiliar environment and hearing strange noises all night. It didn’t help that I was mumbling in my sleep out in the living room and she could hear me in the room where she was staying. So, she caught some winks while I drove down to Carlsbad. After making a couple of stops in Carlsbad we headed to the caverns.

When we got to the caverns we noticed that the place was under a major renovation. The visitor’s center was closed and they had all of the ticket booths, book stores and other things in temporary trailers. We got our tickets and proceeded to the elevators. The elevator ride takes the rider down seven hundred feet into the bowels of the mountain. We walked out of the elevator area and Heather remarked how cool the place was. The word was used in two connotations, meaning that it was a neat place, plus it was about 49 degrees down there. We took the long path around the cavern and I have to admit that we couldn’t resist to disobey the officials who told us not to touch the formations. We only did it once or twice though. We even talked about how neat it would be to go down there just before closing and hide there so that we could hang out at night and explore the caverns without all of the crowds and park rangers. You know, I’ve been to Carlsbad Caverns about four times now and every time I go I find it spectacular; but the best part is seeing how other people marvel at it as well.

We left the caverns behind and headed back to Carlsbad. I was getting hungry and so was Heather. We stopped at a Chinese buffet and gorged on lots of good food. Well, I did anyway. Heading back on highway 285 we had the weather tease us a lot. Ahead of us was what looked like a pretty good thunderstorm and it seemed that the road would point right at the storm. We would get all excited that we would have to drive through the heavy rain and just when our expectation would apex, the road would take another turn and steer us away from the storm. We never did get to go through what must have been one incredible storm.

When we got back to Roswell, Heather asked if we could walk around town and visit some of the antique stores that she and the other girls had frequented quite a bit the days before. It was a lot of fun. I sort of like antique stores anyway and they have a lot of neat stuff there. Heather wanted to introduce me to the elderly lady that she and other girls had befriended and she wanted to pick up a few knickknacks for some of her friends back home. We visited the stores for a couple of hours and had a good time. We also visited a corner store where they had trinkets and a lot of women’s stuff. The owner of the store told me how the three girls had visited the store several times and how he was impressed at how friendly they were and how well behaved they were too. He asked me if they were my daughters and I told them that I didn’t have any daughters, but if I did, I would want them to be just like Rachel, Heather and Melissa. The owner then pointed to the figure of a woman that someone had painted on the wall near the front door. He had some name for her which I cannot remember. He then told me that a day or two before he looked at the painted figure and noticed the anti-alien sticker pasted on her hand. He told me that he removed the sticker, but was amused that one of the girls had stuck it there. When he asked Heather if she knew who did it, she evasively told him that she didn’t know who did it but had a playful little grin on her face.

We got back to Mike and Jackie’s home and found Jackie there. It turns out that she came home from early, not feeling very well. We talked for a while and I mentioned that I was hungry and suggested that we have a pizza sent to the house. Within an hour the pizza’s were there and we dove into them; making sure that we saved some for Mike who hadn’t come home from work yet.

One of the things that I had wanted to do was to go out into the country after it was dark and look at the stars. If you go about ten miles outside of Roswell, away from the city lights, you can see some magnificent sights. So me and Heather piled into the Jeep and set off for a spot north of town. Although there had been clouds in the area for a while it had cleared up by the time that we got out to the star viewing spot. It was really neat up in the sky. We saw a good portion of the Milky Way and a lot of the constellations. After a short while I noticed that Heather had gotten quiet. I asked her if anything was wrong and she said that she was scared and that the place was spooking her. I told her to get into the car and we left right away. Heather has been blessed with the ability to see into the spiritual realm, which at times can be scary. She told me that she had seen an evil hooded figure out in the field where we were and that when she had turned in my direction outside, she had seen a troll like creature whisk by. We both agreed that it was probably intensified by all of the strangeness down in Roswell; that it is a hotbed of demonic activity. I also told her that since we had gone down there and ministered to people and fought against the enemy; he was probably just firing a couple of parting shots to throw fear and confusion into us before we left the next day. On the way back to Mike and Jackie’s home we stopped at Walmart to pick up some soda for Mike. We drank a lot of his Pepsi and I wanted to stock him back up. We also picked up a some more sundries and a few souvenirs for the people back home. We spent an hour or two more watching television and the internet and then retired for the night.

Day Eight – Tuesday July 10, 2007

I woke up early the next morning and was surprised that Heather woke up early; having come out of her room around half past seven. Having loaded things into the Jeep I went back into the house and we said goodbye to Mike and Jackie. They prayed for us and our trip and we got on our way. We stopped at McDonalds for breakfast and then filled up the gas tank for the trip. Heather asked if I would mind if she slept during the drive. She said that she hadn’t slept well the night before and that she was exhausted. So, I had plenty of time to drive and reflect on the trip; how things had gone and to see what Yahweh had done in people’s lives, both in the ministers, and those who were ministered to. He showed me that this year was a year to get the message out to the Christians; sort of like a rallying cry to muster up troops before the battle. He said that next year will be the year that we lead many people to faith in Yeshua. I have to believe that to be true.

After about two hours we arrived in Clines Corners and we stopped to look for souvenirs. Back in Roswell we had talked about the fireworks and Heather mentioned that it was nice of Ed and I to buy Rachel the fireworks. So, when we talked about that I told Heather that when we got to Clines Corners she could get anything that she wanted from there. It was an open ended promise that I knew she wouldn’t take bad advantage of. I was right about that because after picking up a few little trinkets and some home made fudge we were on our way to the airport. I gassed up the Jeep in Albuquerque and we brought it back to the Alamo rental facility. We got to the airport with a couple of hours to spare. We went through all of the rigamarole at the TSA checkpoint and waited for the plane. We did partake in some Italian food at the food carousel; calzone’s that were very big and worth the money. They had internet access at the airport so I turned the computer over to Heather and she did her thing. Our seat by the window at the food carousel was great because we got to watch the planes take off. One time I looked and there were five F-16’s taxiing up to the runway. Albuquerque airport shares their facility with the Air Force; Kirtland Air Force Base. We got to watch the fighters take off with full afterburners. I thought it was really cool, Heather thought it was too noisy. We boarded the plane right on time and soon we were winging our way to Sacramento. The plane trip was sort of boring because we were flying just above the clouds and couldn’t see anything. It took just short of two hours to get to Sacramento. In no time we had our bags and we were off to retrieve the Resistance Urban Assault Vehicle (RUAV for short) and after paying we were on our way to bring Heather home. When we got to Glori’s house she had some food prepared for us. As we ate, we sat and talked about the trip, what happened and plans for the trip next year. I drove the twenty minutes home and was glad to see my own bed. After checking for e-mail and checking our websites I shut things down and went to bed. I slept like a rock, which was good because I had to work the next day.


All in all, this was a good and fruitful trip. For years I’ve traveled alone from Sacramento and that’s okay, but having companions to travel with and to help in ministry is a big plus. Knowing that there are brothers and sisters there with me who can pray for me, and me for them really blessed me. The Bible talks many times about having strength in numbers, but more importantly, it talks about there always being just a few who Yahweh uses to confound the enemy and minister to those who are seeking help. Scripture is rife with many accounts where just a few withstood against many; and that’s what I like to think that we were. We were around New Ager’s of all kinds, satanists and all sorts of hardcore occult adherents and tons of ignorant people who want to believe a lie to soothe their itching ears; yet we prevailed. No other tables had the traffic that we had. No other workshops were packed out like Joe’s was and Jim’s call to the Christians in Roswell was packed out. With that in mind, Yahweh had HIS way and I feel a comfort of knowing that each and every person that we talked to; from the Christians whom we talked to, to the witchy lady that slammed down our paperwork and stormed out of the place; all were ministered to. Yahweh sent us down to Roswell to touch lives and that is what we did. Those people, and Roswell as a whole will never be the same. We were like the Mississippi River. Somewhere, it starts out like a little brook, but by the time it empties into the Gulf of Mexico, it is a mighty river. That is what was started in Roswell, and with Yahweh as the source of the river, it can’t help but to grow and to bring life to all that it touches.

I was amazed at how many Christians we were able to share with. At first, I was sort of disappointed that we didn’t speak to more abductees or any others who are being harassed by demons and fallen angels, but then Yahweh spoke to me. This year was a year to prepare believers. It was a year to get the message out to the church, telling them that ministering to alien abductees and showing the truth to the world about the UFO phenomena is very important. It was sort of funny the way that HE spoke to me. He said, “you know, for years you’ve been complaining that Christians aren’t paying attention to the message that I’m presenting through you. For years you’ve prayed that they’d understand and that they’d come onboard. Well, now that I brought all of those believers to your booth, you lament that they came instead of the lost?” So I accepted the slight tap that HE gave me on my backside and had to thank Him for being so faithful. I have to believe that all of those people took our literature (borne out by the increased website hits) and presented them to their friends, family and their church leaders.

But in ending, let me also mention some of the unsung heroes that played a role behind the scenes. Thanks to all of the members of The Delusion Resistance who prayed their hearts out while we were ministering down in Roswell. I felt your prayers while I was down there. Thanks for those who gave financially to the cause. While you might not see a return on you gift there will probably be someone who will walk up to you in heaven and they will thank you for the financial gift that you gave. They’ll probably tell you that your gift allowed us to put gas into the Jeep which allowed us to get to the convention center, which allowed us to present the truth to them and that is when Yeshua pricked their heart and they came to faith in Him; or something of the like. Thank you to all of the brothers and sisters at Last Days Harvest Ministries who prayed with us on Wednesday evenings at prayer, or who prayed in their prayer closet while we were on the battleground. It is your prayers, and the fact that you were supportive of this ministry that helped to keep us going. We’ve loved each other so much that we just knew that when things might have started to sour during our trip, or when the enemy was planning some sort of attack; Yeshua told you to pray and you obeyed His voice. All of us, everywhere, were in this together and we won!! Special thanks to brother Ed who took all of our pictures. I’m sad that you didn’t get into any of the pictures, but that always seems to be the lot that the photographer throws. Thanks to our youth group, who take this ministry seriously and who pray with the same fervency of any of the Prophets of old. I’m sorry that all of you couldn’t go with us, but there is always next year, right; so start praying right now. Thanks to all of you, everywhere who love Yeshua and who love us. May all of you receive blessings in such abundance that it will boggle your mind. Yeshua loves us, and HE is coming back real soon…I promise!



June 28 thru July 02, 2006

By David Ruffino


In the middle of March 2006 I got a call from Jim Wilhelmsen, a close brother and associate, telling me that a benefactor had bought him time on Stardust Radio Network. This network is a web based radio show with a couple of broadcast affiliates around the US. Jim invited me to participate on the show and before I had time to think about it, I had agreed. Below is an account of my trip down to Roswell and most of what transpired there.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

I woke up at quarter past three in the morning and finished my packing, checking several times that I had my electronic plane tickets as well as the car rental information and money and other last minute things. I got in the Resistance Urban Assault Vehicle (RUAV for short) and drove to Sacramento International Airport, arriving there a little past four in the morning. Surprisingly, I found a parking spot in economy parking that was very close to the entrance of the lot. Sometimes I take things like this to be a sign that a trip is going to be great, and I found out later that this assumption was correct. As I walked to the bus stop I saw the bus rounding the corner and heading in my direction; another good sign. Southwest Airlines had implemented a new sign in feature since the last time I had been there. If someone has an electronic ticket you can actually check yourself in via a computer screen menu. Once done, an attendant comes and takes your bag, tags it and you’re off to the Homeland Security nightmare. I travel with a laptop computer so that makes thing all the more difficult. Shoes, belt, wallet, keys, pocket change go into one bin, the laptop into a separate bin and everything else follows. Once they realized that I wasn’t some terrorist they let me head to the gate and wait for the flight. As I sat there watching the light begin to appear in the eastern sky I realized how tired I actually was. I’d only gotten a little over four hours of sleep before this journey started.

Well, the plane finally arrived and the previous passengers deplaned. We got onto the flight, me being one of the first to do so, and I was sort of disappointed that the flight was so full. We were flying to Phoenix and I wondered how many people were as crazy as I was to pick this early a flight to desert hell. I have to admit though that I was pleased with my two neighbors. One lady was flying to Florida and the other was going to San Antonio, Texas. We talked during the whole flight and they were very interested in what I was going to do in Roswell. I gave them business cards and told them to visit us on the Resistance website. One thing I have to say for Southwest Airlines is that they have great coffee, and I availed myself to a lot of it. I arrived in Phoenix and was pleased to see that I didn’t have to change terminals. I just had to walk down two gates and I could wait for the next flight; from Phoenix to Albuquerque. By the way, I can spell that name now without the use of a spell checker; aren’t you proud of me?? The flight from Phoenix to Albuquerque is really nice. The minute that the plane appears to get to altitude it seems that it starts to descend into the destination. This flight wasn’t as full as the one before and our row of three seats was only occupied by two people. The other person was a nice older woman who, like the last two took interest in what I was going to be doing down in Roswell. I gave her a business card and told her to visit us. Like the other two, she assured me that she would.

We arrived in Albuquerque and I was one of the first people off of the flight. When I got to the baggage claim carousel my bag was one of the first to come out onto that contraption and I grabbed it and headed for the bus that takes people to the car rental center. I got to the Alamo Rental place and was third in line but by the time I actually got to the counter it felt like I had been in line for half an hour. The clerk was slow and it didn’t seem like he cared how fast he was; but in all fairness to him, he was very thorough. He told me to go out and look for a guy in a green shirt who would direct me to a car. The guy in the green shirt was named Larry and he asked me if I would like a free upgrade to a larger car. Since I had reserved a compact car this was a nice gesture on Larry’s part. He pointed to a row of cars and told me to just get in any one of them I wanted and drive off. I picked a nice silver Pontiac G6. It had all the amenities and as I mentioned in my letter to all the Delusion Resistance members, it was like the car was designed by NASA, figuring in all the features. It also had a V6 engine which really came in handy, especially going over those mountains east of Albuquerque. I’ve been to Roswell so many times now that I actually feel at home down in New Mexico; so I settled in for the three hour drive to my destination. The only stop that I made was at a McDonalds restaurant to get something to eat. I don’t like to eat or drink too much when driving long distances because I don’t like to stop for bathroom breaks, but I hadn’t had anything to eat since around three o’clock the previous afternoon and I needed a caffeine fix to stay awake. So, I stopped in Moriarity and after leaving McDonalds armed with a Quarter Pounder, a large order of fries and a very large Coke Cola I was on my way. It takes roughly an hour after leaving the airport to reach the turnoff for the highway 285 exit which heads one south into Roswell. The problem with that road is that it is desolate, very desolate and the scenery all looks the same. There are only two towns on that highway and they’re two sizes, small and microscopic. Anyway, after driving for another two hours and nearly falling asleep at the wheel two or three times I arrived in Roswell.

It was only two thirty in the afternoon when I arrived in town. I knew that Jim Wilhelmsen was working so I figured that I would just drive around town and shop in some stores before I would try to call him. Besides, I needed to get some supplies, like toothbrush, toothpaste and all the other amenities that it’s easier to buy then it is to lug around. I visited just about every store I could think of; Walmart, Office Max and even some that I had never heard of before. Remember, we’re talking about Roswell, New Mexico; with a population of only around 50,000 people as compared to the Sacramento area that has probably close to two million souls. Therefore, whereas if I tried to visit every worthy store in Sacramento it would take me three days, it only took a couple of hours in Roswell. I knew that Mike and Jackie Slack were moving to Roswell soon, but didn’t know if the had gotten there yet and even if the had, I didn’t have their phone number, so after a while I just sat in a parking lot, listening to local radio stations and leaving a message for Jim about every half hour.



A Cool Wall Mural Next To McDonalds

One place I did visit I did sort of hesitatingly. Although I like the conferences that Alien Resistance puts together, I’m not crazy about their ministry. Yes, there is some strife down in Roswell but I try to keep out of the line of fire. So I put my armor on and drove to 2nd Street to visit with the folks at AR. I figured too that it would be a good way to waste at least half an hour. Because I conduct myself in a clandestine manner when down in Roswell, the folks at AR received me warmly, with smiles and hugs. I’m sure that they have some idea of my affiliation with Jim and his ministry, but I don’t think they know how closely affiliated I am with him. Of course they asked if I would be attending their conference that weekend. I told them that I was just in Roswell on a whim, having decided that since I had some extra time off from work I’d just fly down and visit the town. I never mentioned Jim once and they never asked, which was a relief for me. I did get sort of concerned when they started to talk about some strange doctrines that they were starting to explore and endeavor in. Talks about wanting to be abducted so that they could minister to fallen angels and lead them to repentance; and having some doing in the implementation in something called “the anti-church,” really set off bells and whistles in my spirit and soon I found myself excusing myself right out the front door. Just another example of how a ministry can get off kilter if it’s not built on the firm foundation of Yeshua Ha Mashiach.

About six thirty I was getting really tired and Jim hadn’t called me back yet, so I made the decision to get a motel room at the local Motel-6. I walked across the street to a Sonic burger joint and got dinner and just got settled into the room when my cell phone rang. It was Jim who was very apologetic. That’s what is nice about Jim, he’s a real gentleman, apologizing when he really didn’t need to. Anyway, I went down to his store and met him and we drove to a local eatery where we met Mike, Jackie and Jim’s wife Debbie. We ate, fellowshipped and then we called it a night.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

The next day was Thursday and it was sort of a lag day. I visited Mike and Jackie and finally got to see what their new home looked like in the light. It is a nice old house in the older part of town. From what I could ascertain, their neighborhood was undergoing a renovation of sorts. A lot of the older houses were being restored and things were looking like they were on the mend. The lot that the house sits on is very large by Sacramento standards and the price that they paid for the whole deal would only be a down payment on a lot that size in California.

Mike gave me a key to Jim’s store which was really neat because I needed to study and mark my notes for the show on Saturday. I spent most of the day (well, probably around four hours) there doing just that. It was a nice and peaceful setting; the only noise being the drone of the swamp cooler that kept the temperature in the place comfortable. I hooked into Jim’s network and was able to access the internet. It was a relief to finally be able to get my e-mail. Funny how in this day and age we can’t live without our e-mail; or should I say that it is sad?

When that four hours came to an end, I locked up the store and then headed to the Slack’s house. We spent some more time just sitting on the porch and talking. We finished unloading their moving truck of the last remaining pieces of furniture and then sat around and talked more. Finally, out of boredom, we moved the remaining boxes that they had on the front porch into the house. Now that I think about it, it probably appeared to Mike that I was a little bit OCD. As it began to get dark the phone rang and I heard Mike talking to Jim, who had just gotten home from work and was on his way over after cleaning up.



Mike’s Volkswagen Thing in Front of Jim’s Store


Jim arrived not long after that and after a brief time of talking all three of us were off to get something to eat. We all decided on dining at Whataburger which isn’t too far from Jim’s house. We sat there for about an hour and a half, shooting the breeze and eating some fantastic food. I recommend Whataburger to anyone who can find one of their restaurants; you won’t be sorry, I promise. After dinner we headed over to Jim’s house where we watched Twilight Zone episodes till after one in the morning. Mike and I drove back to his house and after a brief time of visiting I hit their very comfortable couch and was out like a light. That couch was so comfortable that I don’t think I moved from the moment I fell asleep till I woke up the next morning.

Friday, June 30, 2006

That next morning was Friday and Jim and I had to get things ready for the broadcast that evening. Debbie called me and told me that Jim was already at the store but he hadn’t had breakfast yet, so off I went to McDonalds to get us some grub and then I went to Alternate Realities, his museum down on 1st Street. We ran another phone line to a computer desk that I use when I’m there. I set up my laptop and got a network connection and then started to investigate how I would record the show that evening. I installed some software on Jim’s spare computer that would allow me to do that and did a few other things. Things were getting pretty busy outside. The police had cordoned off a block of Main Street and the vendors were setting up their stands full of alien trinkets while the food carts were getting their highly overpriced items cooked up and ready to sell. Jim’s store is sort of off the beaten path and the way that the city had barricaded Main Street sort of made it so that not too many people would walk down in Jim’s direction. Jim decided to print up some brochures which Mike volunteered to hand out down on Main Street. He probably printed up forty or so and Mike went out to do his thing. One of the many things that I like about Mike Slack is that he’s bold; sort of the guy who is willing to go where no man has gone before. So when he got back and told us that he had actually gone into the International UFO Museum and passed out the brochures there it didn’t really surprise me. The year before they had actually kicked him out of there because he was telling people that Jim’s store has the truth and that the secular museum was spewing lies. So, Mike was surprised when they didn’t recognize him from last year and just went about and did his thing.



A Clear Perversion of The Truth – The Defiling of Michelangelo’s
“God’s Creation of Adam,” Painted on The Wall of The International
UFO Museum on the South Side.

Well, I figure that all the jobs that we needed to do to be ready for Friday night’s broadcast would have probably taken only an hour or so without interruptions, but even with his less than adequate location, Jim was getting a lot of visitors to the store. About half an hour before the broadcast we were ready, and that was 5:00 Mountain Time. Where Jim’s store is concerned, people are free to come in and look around and about eighty percent of them ask a question or two. Jim never lets an opportunity to share the Gospel with anyone slip by. There were many times when Jim would have a small audience in front of his desk. He would explain the tenants of the ministry and then go into preaching mode. I can’t think of one person or group of people who came in and didn’t hear the salvation message. When he speaks it isn’t with arrogance or some judgmental flair, but he speaks to everyone like he’s known them for years and cares about them like an old friend. I was surprised at how many of the visitors were Christians and how many of them were suspicious of the alien agenda for a long time. It is like part of Jim’s mission in Roswell is to confirm that what believers have suspected about all the alien hype is correct; it is demonic and they’re up to no good.

It would very unfair to go any farther without introducing someone who was so crucial in all of this. Her name is Trice and she’s a member of The Resistance. She bought the air time and did all of the arranging for the broadcasts to occur. She is the moderator that is heard on the mp3’s. About fifteen minutes before the air time of five o’clock Trice called and told us to get ready. When the hour had come we didn’t get a phone call and we got concerned. We were listening to the radio station on the internet and they were playing an old interview by Mike Heiser and it was in no way sounding like it was close to being over. Trice called to inform us that she was trying to get a hold of the station owner and manager, a man named Jeff. About half past the hour we finally got word that Jeff had run into problems getting to the studio and that our broadcast would air at six o’clock instead of five, as originally planned. This sort of concerned Jim and I because it was a Friday night and being that it was Friday, we surmised that people would perhaps go about and do other things seeing that we weren’t on when they expected us to be on. Our fears were unfounded as you’ll see next.

Jim wanted me to be in on the phone with he and Tom Horn during the broadcast but I suggested that we should save the other handset just in case the battery on the main phone’s handset didn’t last the two hour duration of the broadcast. We later found out that the two handsets would not work at the same time so it was a good thing anyway that I didn’t try to use it. My suspicions about the battery not lasting two hours came to light when Jim’s handset’s battery finally gave up the ghost near the end of the broadcast. Tom Horn is the webmaster and minister at Raider’s News Update on the web. He wrote “The Ahriman Gate” which is a really good fictional book about a probable future event where angels come as alien benefactors and deceive mankind as they usher in the Great Tribulation. The first hour was Jim interviewing Tom Horn and the second hour was Jim’s time to answer questions. Jeff, the owner of the station came back to us after the show aired and told us that there were upwards of twenty thousand people who listened to the show on the internet and that was a record for Stardust. He said that eighty percent of the people who listened to our show stayed online after the show, which was unusual to him too. He was also amazed that there weren’t people who called in with negative comments; most of the talk was civil and ordered on the chat room board. It really blew Jeff’s mind. After the show we were so happy that everything went so well that we piled into Debbie’s van with Mike and Jackie Slack and went out to eat. We then went to a video store and rented a couple of movies and stayed up to an insanely late hour watching them. I stayed the night at Jim and Debbie’s house, resting in the knowledge that our night had been a success, but also being a bit nervous knowing that I would be speaking the next night.

Saturday, July 01, 2006:

Saturday arrived and Jim and I went down to the store, after stopping at a local truck stop for their breakfast buffet. Although it was only nine in the morning the UFO Festival was starting to bustle. The vendors were all setting up their stands and some stores must have already been open because some people were walking around with little stuffed aliens and other things. I had an urgency to sit down and study what I would be talking about that night on the radio; so I did just that for about an hour. People were already walking into Jim’s store in what seemed like a nonstop pattern and Jim was ministering to them. A few times I would walk out of the store to get something from the car and when I’d see people walking down the street I’d remark to them that Jim had a lot of interesting information in his store. Sometimes they would head in too. I felt like a barker in front of some city store, but mused that I was barking for righteousness sake. Earlier that morning we had gone to some stores to pick up a few things that we would need. One of those things was another phone because the phone from the day before turned out to be a piece of junk. We settled in and ministered to people the rest of the day while we waited for the radio show to start.

Well, five o’clock finally rolled around and about ten minutes before we got the call from the radio station. We spent that ten minutes getting sound levels correct and talking to Trice and Jeff about things. Things finally started at the top of the hour and it felt very strange to have someone introducing me to what I would later find out was tens of thousands of people. I silently prayed, telling Yahweh, “here goes nothing, please be with me.” At this point I have to interject that I think that Moses and I are kindred spirits. I’ve never been able to speak in front of large crowds and I’d rather do anything but that. I can sit in a firefight with tracers wizzing over my head and mortars falling around me and even the enemy screaming in Arabic quickly advancing upon my position and I can maintain my composure, but put me in front of a group of civilians who can do me no physical harm and I clam up like, well, a clam. Moses was the same way. He was brought up in Pharaoh’s house, was a skilled military man could take care of state affairs, but when it came to going to the Children of Israel, he tried to bargain his way out of the job. But the Lord was faithful and gave Moses a mouthpiece, that being Aaron. Well, he did the same for me on that Saturday night. Jim was there in the same room and his calm and cool demeanor helped me to get out the words that I felt led to say. Jim was my Aaron. Another similarity there in that Aaron was older than Moses and Jim is older than me. The parallels are uncanny to say the least. Sorry for calling you an old man Jim, but we deal in science, and science deals in hard facts (smile).




David Ruffino and Jim Wilhelmsen after the Saturday Night Broadcast


Jim asked the questions just like I had written them and even smoothed them out a little bit. I was so glad that I had decided to encapsulate my message because had I talked about everything that I wanted to talk about I could have been on for twice as along as I was. After about forty five or fifty minutes I ran out of encapsulated material and gave the format over to Jim. He talked the next hour. It worked out pretty good actually. My format was sort of a foundation for what he wanted to talk about. My talk about the God of Time and Space worked perfectly into his talk about the clouds of heaven and the enemy’s manipulation of time as well as probable future events. All in all I was satisfied about what happened. One interesting thing did happen that I know I have to relate. Telling you about this will also help you to understand why there was a period of dead air starting at around the 1 hour and 35 minute portion of Saturday night’s broadcast. The dead air happened just after Jim mentioned something called “Project Paperclip.” This name was given to a US Government scheme to bring several top Nazi scientists and other Nazi officials here to the States to gain knowledge and know how from these people. We all know about the scientists, the most famous one being Werner Von Braun who was the father of our rocket program. Many profess that without his knowledge we would never have gotten to the moon back in 1969. What is not widely known is that other Nazi’s were brought to America in the late forties. Some of those people (I’m being kind in calling them people) were the ones who created the CIA from what was called the OSS before before the CIA existed. The OSS is an acronym for Office for Strategic Services. So, when we were finally able to reestablish contact with Stardust Radio, Jeff told us something like this: “you probably don’t want to mention Project Paperclip on the air. We get cut off like this every time it is mentioned. I swear that someone has a red button somewhere and they push it whenever it gets mentioned.” I’ve heard lots of conspiracy theories in my day and I’ve raised an eyebrow at most of them, but what happened that Saturday night made a believer out of me.



Dave, Mike Slack and Jim after the broadcast.
The Three Gray Bearded Men of Yahweh!

One thing that happened before our air time had to do with my departure the next day. I think it was one of the Slacks who asked me when I was leaving the next day. I told them that I had to leave around 7:30 the next morning because the drive was three hours and I wanted to spend some time at Clines Corners looking for souvenirs for people back home. I had to have the rental car back at the airport by 11:30 Sunday morning. Then someone asked me how much an extra day would cost and I figured it was around fifty dollars. Then almost in unison, Jim, Debbie, Mike and Jackie all told me to leave later on Sunday and that they would pay for the extra day that I would be charged. I agreed to the terms and relaxed the rest of the night. We watched movies at Jim and Debbie’s house that night and retired at a late hour yet again.

Sunday, July 02, 2006:

I woke up Sunday morning and got showered and ready for the long day ahead of me. After a cup of coffee Jim and I got in my car and we went to the store, that is after we stopped for breakfast at guess where; McDonalds. Hey, maybe I can get McDonalds to endorse this ministry and flip the bill for some of the expenses? Anyway, it wasn’t long before Debbie came down and so did Mike and Jackie. We spent the time talking and ministering to people who came into the store. Early in the day I had picked out one of Jim’s rock sculptures and after I went to Home Depot to get some verathane he finished it for me. I packed up my laptop and put the sculpture in my bag and just before two o’clock I said my goodbye’s and left. I can’t express how hard it was to leave. To me, I was leaving family, some very dear friends and it hurt inside. A couple of days later, Jim and I would talk and he would echo the same sentiments, telling me that the Wilhelmsen’s and Slacks had felt the same way. Well, at least I can say that I have family in Roswell.



The Roswell Family: Mike and Jackie Slack in Front,
Jim and Debbie Wilhelmsen and David Ruffino, Back Row.


The drive back to Albuquerque was boring at first, but later became a bit harrowing. About an hour before I got to Clines Corners I noticed that there was quite a thunderstorm up ahead. The road played tricks on me, sometimes heading me right at the storm and sometimes away from it. It was a nasty looking storm from way back there and I prayed that the road would divert me away. When I saw that the final destination of highway 285 was going to put me smack dab in the middle of the storm I began to pray, and quite fervently too. It was so strange because one minute I was in bright sunshine and then I saw myself heading into a wall of rain. The rain was coming down in torrents and the road turned into what looked like a pond. I was concerned. I’m from New Jersey and I’ve seen this sort of road condition before. I’ve seen people hydroplane out of control in their cars and the end result was never pretty. So, I dropped the speed down quite a bit and made sure that I didn’t cock the steering wheel one iota. It took about twenty minutes to get through that mess; the car aloud with my singing hymns about Yeshua, His blood, His mercy and His everlasting love. I figured that if that was the time that He had decided to take me home, I wanted to translate from this life to the next praising His name. He was gracious though and he got me through the storm. I stopped at Clines Corners and did a little shopping and then got back on the road. I had to drive through another thunderstorm when I drove by Moriarty but it wasn’t quite as severe. I got back to the airport right around five thirty. I have to admit that I tried to get a break on the extra day fee from the car rental place by telling them about the harrowing experiences with the storms, but they didn’t buy it.

Waiting at the gate for the plane to arrive wasn’t too bad. I called my sister and told her that I wasn’t happy about having to connect to my next flight in Los Angeles. I really don’t like southern California as almost anyone I know really well will tell you. I told her that I would rather change planes in Baghdad. Well, as fate would have it; and like I said about my mind tongue connection, I guess I angered the woman who was standing in front of me. She was probably from Los Angeles I surmised. We didn’t exchange words or anything, but her eyes were daggers that I’m sure she wished she could use to rend my torso asunder. The two flights home were really uneventful except for the thunderstorm that tossed the plane about while we were departing the Albuquerque area. Just a lot of turbulence which I really don’t mind, but it bothered others in the plane. The flight from L.A. to Sacramento was boring and I even caught a few winks as we sailed home. When we got to Sac I got down to the baggage area and my bag was one of the first on the carousel. I beat it out to the curb and caught the bus back to economy parking. I pulled out of the lot after paying the 35 dollars for the parking fee and was home in no time. I was really appreciative to Glori who came over on her way to church and turned on my air conditioner; making it nice and cool by the time I walked through the door, close to eleven that evening.

All in all, there is no doubt that the trip was wonderful and very successful. Around twenty thousand souls heard our radio shows each night and as a result of the popularity, Jeff from Stardust Radio, with Trice’s financial help is going to allow Jim to have an hour program each week on Stardust. Jim is already getting ideas for a conference next year around the Fourth of July. I want to thank everyone for their prayers and support. Thanks to Trice and Blade for their financial support and thanks for everyone who made sacrifices to make the trip a success. And thanks to Yahweh, the Author and Finisher of our Faith, because without Him, nothing would be possible. Perhaps next year some of you can go with me or meet me down in Roswell. We’ll have a great time and minister to a lot of people. Start planning now because July 4th 2007 will be here before we know it.






M.U.F.O.N. Convention 2006

Echoes of Enoch is a Co-Ministry With AACCOA
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After the poor turnout at this years Roswell UFO Festival, there was little funds to think about going to the MUFON convention in Denver. MUFON contacted me by e-mail that they had a table reserved for me. They wanted to know if I was coming this year. I was surprised that there was even a space still available. I told them I didn’t know for sure as I did not want to miss the chance so I told them I would get back in a few days to let them know. At the time I wasn’t sure I would have enough money to make it or not. The next day a few donations came in that was extra and above what I usually receive. I prayed about it and suddenly felt it was important that I make it to the convention. I decided that the real test was getting a day off from work to make it. I switched a day with another driver and the time was set. In just three days the time off  from work, the table money and the gas money  had been provided. Mike and I were going to sleep in my Van the two days of the event. A reader of my site heard about that from a mutual friend and the next thing I know reservations for both Mike and I were made at the convention hotel. This was going to be Mike’s first show so he was pretty excited about it. I was excited because the road was made clear and straight for us to go. To me this meant that this was a divine appointment just waiting to happen.


Before we even got to Denver we had a Blast from the Past experience. We met Dave from the Booze Fighters M/C. Now for those of you who are not motorcycle buffs, this was the name of a motorcycle group from the 50’s movie The Wild Ones featuring Marlon Brando and Lee Marvin. I knew there was a real booze fighters club from that time period because the move was made after them Hollywood blown out of proportion style. So here we were at the gas station just outside of Colorado Springs with the real thing. Just a fun side note to what was to come.

     When we arrived we put our stuff in the room and began setting up when we were given a choice of several prime spots. When I go to these shows I am a diehard. I am the first to be at my table in the mourning and the last to leave at night. This was Friday late in the evening when I was just starting to cover up our table for the night. A young man and his mother about my age came up to the table and began asking questions. In the course of our chatting it was revealed that they both were enthusiasts on the subject of UFO and Aliens. They were  curious about the idea of Aliens possibly being our creators and came to get more information. They were also disillusioned Catholics who sensed there was more but not certain just what it was. Fortunately , out of all the tables that were closed , the only open one provided a Biblical View. This they took as a sign from God to listen and learn what we had to say. They were both very intelligent and perceptive people who like sponges soaked up everything mike and I had to share with them. The young man asked if he could come by and hang out with us the next day. We said absolutely you can be our guest for the day and stay with us behind our table.

  That night the Lord told me that Marcos (the young man) was ready and tomorrow was his day of visitation. He also told me that his Mother was also ready to receive the gospel. Marcos was there first thing in the mourning at about 7:30am. Like overripe fruit he was ready and jumped at the chance to receive Jesus as his personal Savior and Lord. In less than ten minuets I prayed with him to accept Jesus as his Savior and Lord. He stayed with us until we were ready to close at around 9:00pm that evening. He was brilliant in the way he picked up and understood things. We had a great time together and he got what might have been for many,  an information overload, but to him it was just a good spiritual feast. His mother could not come with him so I told him how to pray with her in the same way I did with him . We sent Marcos a Bible with a starter kit to help him in discipleship with his new relationship with the Lord. This  alone made the journey to Denver worth while.  There was so much more worth mentioning, so we will if you continue below the pictures.


Marcos and Jim at our table.


Happy Birthday Marcos!

” Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.”  2 Cor 5:17 (KJV)

A young woman next door to our table on our left was a member of the Golden Dawn and a self described atheist. She sold occult icons and ritualistic materials for Wicca’s and other occult groups. A brilliant mind and quick on her toes, she fired many questions to Mike and I. Her intentions were obvious, she was challenging us to see if we could give answers to some very hard questions. She had in her arsenal, questions that stumped the best and with great confidence fired away. I think we shook much of her foundation as there was not one question we could not provide a sound Biblical response to. She was  impressed that we also understood much of her own background and were not ignorant as to where she was coming from. The last day of the conference there was a change in her whole demeanor. Her questions were no longer an intellectual duel, but rather a serious inquiry about our faith in God. We rocked her whole world and she even told us so. I told her it was no chance that we were next to each other this week end and someday this will all make sense to her as God reaching out to her even in her unbelief..  Sorry we didn’t get a picture of her.

On the other side of us was Ted Phillips. He would be best described as an Indiana Jones type. He is well known in the UFO community going all the way back to the days when he worked with Dr. J Allen Hynek . Among many other things, he is a cave explorer who is in search of the cavetedphillips.jpg of the half moon. This was something that the Nazis were interested in finding. Ted has a diary of a resistance fighter who found the cave during the war who has long since passed away. Ted was able to find the cave but the most important section is caved in. It is also in the Czech  Republic which is not the safest place in the world. The last time he was there Russians were the main concern. When the funds are available he will be going back to find the cave and with experts remove the rock debris. What is so compelling to this cave. The cave of the half moon is so called because imbedded in the rock is a man made artifact  which is circular but only half of it is exposed as a half moon. This object is shiny black and not like anything in our modern day. It is described as a possible piece of ancient technology. In a Biblical perspective, this could be some kind of surviving object from the pre-flood world of Genesis 6. Ted was moved as I offered to pray for him and his expedition. We prayed that he would be protected in the hostile area, that he would find what needed to be found and remain  safe while exposing the cave. We hope that he will be successful in finding what might be an earth shaking finding. Here is a site describing what he is doing. He promised to keep in touch as we continue to keep him in prayer.


There were many people we had a chance to talk to. Most were very open to hear our perspective and many seeds were planted.We had a chance to meet Jessie Marcel Jr. When he was a 12 year old boy living in Roswell, his father was the security officer that brought some of the debris home where he actually handled it. I told him of my findings in the Bible about the Roswell Crash and he was very interested. He said this is something my wife would want to know about. later they both came to my table where I gave them a card to my site.

Jessie Marcel Jr.


Mike and I thought of presenting ourselves as the
“The Other Grays from Roswell”

We made enough to cover our gas costs home and a few good meals too.  I gave several books away (mine) where I felt led with no regrets. On our way home we turned off the main highway for gas at Las Vegas New Mexico. Just before entering the town for gas there was scene that just did not make any sense. Here is what we had to pass through in order to get gas. Now unless some major events happened that I wasn’t aware of, I think we were about 400 miles from the Mexican boarder being in Northern New Mexico. So what is up with this????


 It turned out that a Hollywood film company was making a movie featuring Tommy :Lee Jones  in their city and this was just a movie prop. It sure had us going for awhile. We were not the only ones to stop at the booth waiting for someone to come.

We thanked the Lord that he was able to use us to share him with others in this very interesting trip. 🙂


By Dave Ruffino


The following is an account of our attendance at the Ancient of Days Conference which was held in Roswell, New Mexico on the July 4th weekend of 2005. It is a diary, so to speak, of what happened to and through those who have formed the ministry Alien Abduction Crisis Centers of America. So, let us now begin.

Roswell is to UFO’s what Jerusalem is to Christians and Jews, and what Mecca is to Muslims. But the fascination that we have toward Roswell isn’t that we worship UFO phenomena or that we ever hope to see such a thing while we’re there. Our sense of wonder about the place is that so many others consider it to be almost holy ground for the UFO community. Around the Fourth of July the town explodes into a frenzy of everything extraterrestrial. On every street you can find something that relates to aliens or some sort of occult theme.

But amongst all of the satanic revelry there are a group of Bible believing Born Again Christians who hold on to what God has given them; a mission to preach to those who are UFO thrill seekers. This is the base of The Alien Resistance; founded by Guy Malone, who lives in Roswell and also founded by Pastor Chris Ward; and Joe Jordan of CE-4 Research Group which is based out of Cocoa, Florida.

I had never been to one of their conferences and seeing that this years’ was being billed as the last in a series I just had to go and check it out for myself. Through a series of God ordained meetings between a member of the Delusion Resistance whose name is Bladei, and Joe Jordan down in Florida, Joe got the idea of contacting me via e-mail. Joe found out through Bladei that I had booked my tickets and made arrangements to attend this year’s conference and he decided that we should pool both our financial and spiritual resources so that we could minister to the people of Roswell the weekend of the Fourth of July.

What you are about to read below is a journal about what happened for five days and nights in Roswell. You’ll read about how the we came against the enemy and how the enemy tried to come against us; but we prevailed through the blood of Yeshua, the Lamb of God. 

Thursday, June 30, 2005:

Frankly, I sort of envied the fact that Jim Wilhelmsen, who lives in Roswell didn’t have to go through all of the prep work, the flight plans and the driving to get where Joe and I were going. From what I’ve ascertained by talking with Joe, we both left for our perspective airports around the same time. Joe was flying to Albuquerque from Orlando Florida and I was coming from the other direction, Sacramento, California. Joe had it a little easier though in that he somehow found a direct flight from Orlando to Roswell whereas I had to change planes in Phoenix. Joe got to Albuquerque three hours before I did and he waited for my flight to arrive. He wasn’t hard to spot, wearing a bright yellow polo shirt that had his website’s CE-IV research logo on it.

When I arrived at baggage claim Joe met me and we found my bags and headed for the front door. Joe informed me that we had a possible other rider who was flying in about an hour from then and asked if we could drive him down to Roswell too. We decided that he’d stay at the airport while I went to get the rental car. When I got to the car rental place the line moved pretty fast and when I got to the counter the girl that worked there said that with my discounted fare through Triple A I could get a SUV (Ford Explorer) for only three more dollars a day. I blessed the Lord and accepted the offer. You see, there was an extra reason to bless the Lord for the vehicle. Earlier in the week when Joe and I had talked on the phone he expressed doubt that I’d be able to make a trip that had been planned for a desert excursion to find the real crash site. He said that the pickup truck that had been arranged was already full and that I’d have to sit in back if I wanted to go bad enough. I had no problem with that, but now that I had an SUV to drive I could go to the site in comfort.

I returned to the airport with the SUV and Joe informed me that the extra person was getting in a bit later than expected and that we could just leave as arrangements had been made to get the other fellow to Roswell. We weren’t on the freeway for more than ten minutes when we hit a traffic jam. It took probably half an hour to get past what was causing the traffic troubles. We saw that a diesel truck had run into a recreation vehicle and it was quite a mess. The truck had caught fire and actually melted down to a molten mass in the center median of the freeway. We traveled probably another thirty minutes and ran into yet another traffic snarl. This time we had to stop because there was a fire alongside the road. After about an hour of just sitting in traffic we started to move again. It almost seemed like the powers of evil were doing everything they could to discourage us before we got to Roswell. If that was their program, it didn’t work because Joe and I took the idle time to get to know each other better. Before this time we’d never officially met except for some phone calls we made before the trip. And it was during this time that we first discussed putting together a website that would be dedicated to helping people who are victims of the alien abduction phenomena.

Now it’s usually a three hour trip from Albuquerque to Roswell, but with all of the accidents and such it took us over four hours. But at least during this trip it was daylight and we got to see all the scenery on the way there. It was a little after five o’clock in the evening when we arrived at the the Best Western Sally Port Inn.



The temperature was in the low 100’s and the air was dry; not unlike a summer day in Sacramento. There was one big difference though. In Sacramento we get a nice delta breeze in the late afternoon which cools things down nicely; but they don’t get that in Roswell, so it rarely dipped below the mid seventies at night, at least while we were there. Who’s complaining though; we were in a nice cool motel room. We met Guy Malone, the webmaster of Alien Resistance and he directed us to a restaurant where he had arranged for many of us to eat that night.


Left to Right: Leah Haley, Guy Malone, David Flynn and Philip Nelson; missing, Joe Jordan who was taking the pictures.


Left to Right: Dave Ruffino, Mark Flynn, Fred Fredrickson, and Audio/Visual director.

We talked for quite a few hours that night. In the first picture is Leah Haley, author of several books related to the UFO field. She’s a researcher that studies Military Abductions among other things. Next to her is Guy Malone, cofounder of Alien Resistance and the guy who administered the whole conference. The third person in the first picture is David Flynn who runs the “Watcher Website,” which I’ve followed for years. David is the one who figured out the sacred geometry that got us out to the real crash site the following day. The fourth person in the first picture is Philip Nelson. Philip is Guy Malone’s right hand man and is in charge of making the DVD’s that Alien Resistance sends out. Philip has an uncanny sense of things and his prowess at getting things done way before schedule is highly recognized by the me and all he serves.

The first person in the second picture is me; Dave Ruffino, president and author of The Delusion Resistance. The person next to me is David Flynn’s twin brother Mark Flynn. Mark was in charge of operating the GPS equipment the next day and got us right on top of the crash site. Next to Mark is Fred Fredrickson who is with David Flynn’s “Watcher Website Team.” Fred hiked in with us to the crash site and used his metal detector to look for artifacts. The man at the end of the table I will ask forgiveness for right now because I really don’t remember his name. He was in integral part of Guy’s team. He was the audio/visual person and shot all the video of the conference. If anyone reading this can give me his name I’ll amend this document to give him person credit for all his hard work.

We ended the night by returning to the room. I shared a room with Joe Jordan, the president of CE-4 Research Group. Joe and I discussed the trip to the crash site that we would be making the next day. Joe realized that he was real tired and decided to go to sleep. I stayed up because I felt the need to write a prayer that we could say the next day out at the crash site. I didn’t think it proper that we go all the way out there and not dedicate the land to the Lord Yeshua and pray for Roswell too. The Lord had other things to add too. He gave me a poem for Roswell and it goes as follows:


There lives a story from back in 47

That alien beings fell to us from heaven.

And whether it happened, as many did say,

Gives Satan the glory, and from God strips away.

So many unwilling to service our Lord,

Conspiracy notions they’d rather afford.

It’s so much more fun to believe in a fable,

Then to trust in the Lord, lay your cards on the table.

This alien craze brings the tourists around,

And brought again life to this sleepy old town.

It now is a Mecca for those so bizarre,

We draw them from near and we draw them from far.

But what have we done, have we sold our own souls,

For purse strings of silver and wallets of gold?

Corrupted our daughters, perverted our sons,

All in the name of some good harmless fun?

Now hear me O’ Roswell, for God sees your plan,

And you surely know where the troubles began.

It started back yonder in old “47”,

When you embraced evil and forfeited heaven.

But there’s a solution, turn back to the Lord,

In blessed repentance, all in one accord.

And you will feel joy as you walk in His light,

The joy that one feels when one does what is right.

Copyright Holy Spirit via Dave Ruffino 6/30/05 

FRIDAY, JULY 01, 2005

We woke on Friday in great expectation that we would be heading out to the crash site at an early cool hour so that we could beat the heat. I take after my dad who was always up before the crack of dawn and got an early start at things and there was every indication that Joe is the same way. So, I had to cool my jets and ask the Lord to give me patience while I waited for everyone to get ready for the drive out in the desert. Everyone seemed to wake sort of late, trying to eek as much sleep as they could, trying to recover from the flights and driving to Roswell.

As I sat in the restaurant eating my free breakfast I wondered what the trip would show us. I wondered if we would pick up any artifacts that the military might have missed back in 1947 when they supposedly recovered wreckage from the site we would soon tread upon. I also thought about the possibility of running across rattlesnakes or maybe scorpions during our trek. Joe echoed this concern several times, warning us to be very careful about rattlers.

Breakfast ended and I wandered the hallways of the motel giving thought to banging on some doors, but my calmer side won out. It was after ten o’clock when any signs of our going finally came into fruition. I hooked up with Joe Jordan who told me that David Flynn and his team were preparing to go and I got real excited. Joe told me that the site we were going to visit was not the site that most people visit when they come to Roswell. He told me that there are actually four sites but I can’t recount whether the one we would soon visit was included in that number or not. So, Joe and I hopped in the Explorer and started to follow Dave and his crew. We took 2nd Street which later becomes Routes 70/380 heading toward Ruidoso.

We drove for a few miles until we found a dirt road to turn onto, following Dave and his GPS crew. The road was quite dusty and I’m sure that the air filter of the rented SUV was getting pretty dirty.


Following the Flynn Mobile down the dusty dirt road


We drove for quite a distance in the desert. Man, it was so beautiful out there. To quote Buzz Aldren from Apollo 11 when he described the moonscape, “magnificent desolation.” We came to a fork in the road and Dave thought that we should stop and get our bearings. The picture below is of Dave checking the GPS unit along with Joe Jordan from CE-4 Research Group.


Joe Jordan and Dave Flynn check
our directions using GPS

We started to notice that the roads were getting worse and worse. As we followed behind Dave’s car we noticed that some of the rocks that he was running over were getting pretty close to the undercarriage of the car. I wondered when Dave would realize this and no sooner did the thought enter my mind that Dave decided to pull over. He suggested that we transfer all of his stuff to my vehicle.


Preparing to load all the equipment into my SUV

After a lot of driving on a lot of bumpy and rocky roads we finally got as close to the crash site as we could get by driving. We would have to hike in the rest of the way. The first major obstacle was getting over a barb wire fence. Even in New Mexico all the land is spoken for, so there is no free range. I tried to think of ways to get over the fence; even thought about driving through it but that wouldn’t have been right. So we went the old fashioned way and very carefully climbed over the fence, taking care not to injure any vital organs.


Dave Ruffino being helped over barbed wire fence by
Gino Michaletti (left) and Mark Flynn (right)

When you look at the picture above you can know that we were all comrades in arms. One deliberate slip of the wire and I would have had to join the boy’s choir at church. Actually, it was just a couple of younger guys doing the Biblical thing by honoring their elder in a kind deed. We had a nice time walking to the crash site. We had to lug a lot of stuff in there; both technical stuff and stuff that we were going to use for the ceremonial acts. We all took turns carrying all of the items and that really impressed me. We were all Christians in every sense of the word.

I have to say that our hike was a rigorous one. It probably would have been easier had we done it in early spring or late fall when temperatures are much lower, but we were there in July and nothing was going to stop us from finding our goal. We walked on flat land for quite a while and then came to a small hill. We got to the crest of that hill and we noticed that Mark Flynn had stopped. He had a perplexed look on his face, like something was seriously wrong. I approached him and asked him what the problem was and he replied that all of the satellites had just disappeared. It was as if someone had shut off the signal. Mark rebooted the GPS navigator and after a minute or two some of the satellites reappeared on the LCD screen of the finder. We walked probably another five minutes and the satellites blinked out on us again. Mark had a bearing on general direction we needed to go and we continued. After a couple of minutes the satellites were all back on the GPS contraption and we saw that we were on the right track. I was really starting to get concerned that we might have to walk a lot farther and I didn’t know how long I could last. When I was about to ask yet again how far it was Mark motioned to me that we only had about five hundred feet to walk.



Mark Getting our bearing after the satellites came on the second time.

That five hundred feet brought us down into a area that I can’t really find the words to describe. The only way I can think of describe it is like a three quarter bowl. There was a ridgeline three quarters around and the fourth quarter was a gradual slope into a flat land far below. The area really didn’t show any anomalies. I did notice something that looked like a deer trail; a sort of groove in the earth that extended from near the top of the ridge line and led toward the bottom of the sloping area. It looked (aside from the deer trail theory) that it could have been a long scrape, who knows?


GPS Readout of actual crash site
Latitude =  33° 28.195 North
Longitude =  104° 55.999 West
Altitude = 4,497 Feet

We looked around for any identifying landmarks. Believe me, there were very few. In the desert we were in everything looked the same and it would have been easy for someone to get lost if they weren’t adept at directions. There was one identifying mark though; a place called Lewis Well which can be seen in the background of the following picture.


Lewis Well can be seen as a dark area in the center of this picture. It was the only landmark.

After a cursory sweep of the area we decided to get to the Spiritual matters that we came to perform. We took very few pictures of this event because we all participated in the matter at hand. It is however on DVD and can be obtained by writing to either Joe Jordan or Dave Ruffino. After Joe set up the video camera we all stood side by side, all in one accord. I started with a prayer that the Lord had given me the night before. We thought it very important that we claim the land for Yeshua and His Kingdom. Here is a text copy of the prayer:

Bless this land Lord. Turn it again unto thyself. Turn around all evil perpetuated by this place and events that happened here, and bring about good. Sanctify this land so that only Your Name will be magnified by its remembrance.

For many years this place has been associated as 1947. We proclaim it to be a symbol of 1948, which is when your prophetic time clock started again ticking. We proclaim it as a sign of the coming of the Son of Man.

We pray for a renewal for Roswell and all the surrounding area. We pray for changed hearts and renewed minds. In the Name of Yeshua we claim Roswell for you. We place your banner over her residents. We claim her elected officials for you. We claim that her attraction toward Babylon will become an abhorrence of evil. We claim her occult businesses for you, that they may turn and become outlets of Holiness.

We stand here on this land in recognition that when two or more are gathered in your name, you are with us. We also recall your promise, that whenever we ask our Father anything in Your Name, we can rest assured that that purpose will become a reality…AMEN

After the prayer Joe Jordan read from the book of Psalms; the twenty third psalm to be exact. We thought that this psalm would be a fitting one to read over a place who’s legacy has brought about so much spiritual strife. Joe then read the communion account in the Gospel of Luke and we shared communion; citing the blessings in both Hebrew and English. After that, Joe recited a benediction in Hebrew and he blew the Shofar to seal what we had done. Before he blew the Shofar though I felt that I should recount for those watching the video, the story of Joshua and the Israelites marching around the city of Jericho. It was a powerful time. After Joe finished blowing the Shofar, David Flynn came over to me and showed me that the sound of the horn caused the hairs on his arms to stand on end. We had definitely made an impact in the Spiritual realm. Joe even sprinkled anointing oil on the ground to consecrate it for Yeshua.



The Warriors who reclaimed the real crash site for Yeshua: left to right; Joe Jordan, David Flynn, Fred Fredrickson, Dave Ruffino, Gino Michaletti and Mark Flynn


After the ceremonies everyone walked around and looked for artifacts of a crash and for any geologic anomalies that might have been made from a crash. Aside from what looked like a long scrape in the ground we came to the conclusion that after the crash the Army probably did a thorough check for materials. We also surmised that more than fifty years of wind and water erosion had probably removed any other evidence that might have occurred on the earth.

After being there for around an hour or so we realized that it was only getting hotter and that we should leave pretty soon. We packed up everything and started out. We were all thirsty, hot and hungry. It was encouraging when we got over a rise and saw the truck far out in the distance. So far in the distance that one had to really strain the eyes to see it. We were almost there and David Flynn and I were tuckered out. David’s knees were bothering him and my back started to hurt really bad. My back cramped up so bad that I could hardly breath and the condition would bother me well after I got home. After returning home and having several lab tests it was ascertained that I had suffered from kidney stones. When we were driving back from the crash site it finally hit me that the pain was a result of the enemy of God lashing back at me for what we had done. The pain came out of nowhere, as if someone had stuck a knife in my back. But I really didn’t care and I even laughed because I know that we did some serious damage to the enemy kingdom and we set some very important gears into motion in the spiritual realm; and if all I get out of it is a bad backache, then that’s great. Funny thing too is that I had never had stones before and further tests show me clear of any such things. It was a definite attack.

We rested when we got back to the SUV and drank some cold water we had waiting for us. We talked about the satellite affair and one other thing that I pointed out to my fellow researchers. I noted that when we walked in we had a cloud over us. It had gone away when we were at the site, but when we walked back to the truck we had the clouds over us again. It was reminiscent of the cloud that went before the Israelites as they walked away from Egypt during the daytime. That was just another proof to me that the Lord Yeshua was with us and that our purpose was true. 

When we got back to the highway Joe and I thought it would be a good thing to visit Jim Wilhelmsen at his store. Jim is a neat brother who runs a store called “The Museum of Alternate Realities.” Now, in any other setting that would be the name of a place to avoid, but in Roswell, alternate realities are what is normal to the rest of the world. We got to the store and it was decorated quite interesting. The doorposts have tablets on them, one in Greek and the other in Hebrew. Above the store is a UFO and the windows are decorated with all sorts of interesting things to draw one’s attention and whet one’s appetite so that one will want to enter and check the place out. Here is a picture of his place:


Joe Jordan standing in front of Jim Wilhelmsen’s
“Museum of Alternate Realities”

I have to say that if you get down to Roswell, you have to check out Jim’s store. He makes a fantastic Italian Ice. He also has books that you can either read there or buy. Of all the places I’ve seen in Roswell, or anywhere else for that matter; Jim’s store has the best collection of Christian UFO books I’ve ever seen. I highly recommend visiting Jim because aside from his store, he’s a fantastic Bible believing brother and a great collaborator on this website. The real kicker is that his store is right around the corner from Roswell’s UFO Museum, which I’m sure just titillated the owner of that place.

After our visit to Jim’s place we realized that we hadn’t eaten any real food since breakfast. We were famished after all the hiking and the probability of heat exhaustion. We drove past a Sonic eatery and pulled right in. Now, I had been on the Atkins diet for the month prior to this event but I felt so drained that I decided to throw all caution to the wind and eat a bunch of carbohydrates. I also figured that my back might heal faster if I were to eat normal for a change.

I have to mention that the Ancient of Days conference wasn’t the only thing going on in Roswell. There was a competing conference going on in the Roswell Civic Center. It was a secular and New Age presentation on UFO’s, aliens and just about any other strange thing that attract bizarre people. Joe and I decided to go there to check it out. Also, Leah Haley had a table set up there and we wanted to see her. Walking into that place sort of felt to me like what the angels felt when they walked into Sodom and Gomorrah. There was a demonic oppression in that place that was as thick as pea soup. While walking around the place I got the impression that we really weren’t welcomed there. There were stares and looks and more stares. We talked with Leah for a while and checked out some of the other tables. One woman swore that she recognized me. I told her that we had never met and she came back with “it was probably in another life.” Now, I’ve heard people say that many times in jest or just to make conversation; but this woman meant it. I got out of there before I went into my long diatribe about the Bible saying we only live once. Joe was happy that I didn’t do that too.

Joe and I got back to the motel room and we each got cleaned up. We had to get all of that desert dust off of us. The cold water hitting my overheated skin felt so very wonderful. I could have stayed in that shower for several hours and it wouldn’t have bothered me. But time was of the essence and we had to get to Walgreens to get some supplies. Before that though, we got out Joe’s video camera and checked out the video he shot out at the crash site. It came out pretty well and we were very happy about that.

When we got back from shopping we headed over to the conference room. They played the video of Joe’s contribution to the conference the year before; the one about his testimony and how to terminate alien abduction as a life’s pattern. Jim Wilhelmsen had showed up too and it was decided that perhaps we would do a question and answer period for the attendees right after the viewing. This sort of caught me off guard because I had not studied well because I thought we were going to do that on Monday in a small and informal round table discussion. But I just prayed that the Lord would take things over and give all of us the right words to say.

The Q&A session started right after the video and we were happy to see that all of those who had questions were friendly in nature. These were people who were genuinely hungry for answers. One gentleman brought up a concern. He stated that he was convinced that we were on the right track, but he stated his anger that churches and pastors won’t address this issue. Joe talked to him about that and after a while I felt impressed to explain something too. I told him that the reasons why many pastors haven’t addressed the issue of alien abduction being demonic is that they simply haven’t heard it. I told him that it was not really fair to lump all pastors in with a group of people who have heard the message and for whatever reason have dismissed it. This calmed the man down. I did however admire his righteous anger in the matter; we just can’t condone anger.

The time went so fast and the session was over before we knew it. The people left satisfied that their questions were answered. The neat thing was how the Holy Spirit really made us into a team during this period. No question went unanswered and all of the answers were in focus and on the mark. Only God can orchestrate things in such a manner.


Dave Ruffino, Joe Jordan and Jim Wilhelmsen at Friday Night Q&A Session

After the Q&A discussion we all went out to eat at “Whataburger” next door for a little more discussion. Then we left there and got a well deserved sleep.


I was really excited about Saturday for several reasons. First, I was really tired and sore from the day before. The back pains that I was feeling were incredibly severe and almost to the point of debilitating. So, sitting in a room all day listening to speakers really appealed to me. Besides, these were among some of the best minds in the Christian UFO community and I needed to hear what they had to say.



Pictured Left to Right: Bill Schnoebelen; Guy Malone; Patrick Heron; Michael S. Heiser; Stan Deyo and Norm Franz. Missing: David Flynn

The first person to speak was Guy Malone. Guy is the person who put this whole conference together. He started the conference with opening words. He talked about the prior year’s conference; both 2003 and 2004 and tied them in with this year’s theme, which was UFO’s in a prophetic setting. Guy also went into, what he titled, “Flexibility in your Eschatology.” He reiterated on the validity of some of the extra-biblical books as use for study in a historical sense and also in the use of filling in gaps that the Bible doesn’t make very clear. By the way, Guy is a really nice and mature single Christian man. If there are any nice single and mature Christian ladies reading this; he’s available! I’d like to take a little time to give recognition to Guy Malone. What a lot of people don’t know is that Guy really stepped out in faith by putting together this conference. He put it all together (with God’s help of course) and said in effect, “okay Lord, it’s all set up, not you attend to the costs.” Anyone who does something like that holds a great deal of respect in my book! Guy’s main website is Alien Resistance which can be found at

The second speaker was David Flynn. David is the guy who, with his brother Mark, got us out to the crash site that I mentioned in detail earlier in this document. David’s talk was about the “Doomsday Clock,” “Astronomical Precession and 2012.” He talked about using mathematical constants as they relate to the Bible and how they relate to the future here on Earth. Basically, when it comes to David’s talks, it’s best to get the DVD’s and watch them several times so that you can grasp his message. David’s website can be found at . The DVD’s can be obtained by going to .


David Flynn – Picture from Ancient Of Days 2004

The third person to speak was Michael S. Heiser. Michael is an expert in ancient languages, especially Middle Eastern languages. His talk concerned, “The Sons of God and Biblical Prophecy.” This year Michael expanded what he talked about last year. The difference was that last year he talked about the fallen angels who had sons via earth women before the flood. This year he talked about implications of these things happening again in the last days. Quite an interesting talk.

After Michael spoke we took a lunch break. When we returned we were treated to a talk and slide show by a man named Stan Deyo. Stan is probably one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. He worked on some black projects in earlier days and on programs that tried to find what is called “Free Energy.” Stan’s claims that our science has found the secrets of free energy and has even made flying saucers using special energy production. He also went on to explain that our science has even discovered how to make vehicles that can travel at thousands of miles per hour while making right hand turns without the occupants feeling the stresses of the immense G forces. He’s another person that you have to get the DVD’s to understand. You can check out Stan’s site at: .

After a dinner break we got to listen to Bill Schnoebelen. By far, he was the most intriguing speaker. In his younger day Bill was into just about every occult religion that one can think of. His talk was titled; “UFO’s, Masonry and Satanism in the Occult Social Order.” I learned more about Satanism and Witchcraft in his hour and a half talk than I ever learned in my many years of reading and study. Bill has two books that I purchased; one titled, “Lucifer Dethroned,” and the other called, “Blood on The Doorposts,” which is a book on spiritual warfare. He’s written other books too, one of them being a fantastic expose’ on Masonry, titled, “Masonry – Beyond the Light.” I’m deeply indebted to Bill Schnoebelen because my father read this book a while back and the information in that book kept my dad from joining the Masonic Rites. Bill’s website can be found by going to .

The last speaker for the evening was Patrick Heron. Patrick flew in all the way from Ireland. After Bill Schnoebelen spoke I stepped out for a little while to make a phone call and do other things. When I returned to the conference room, I found Patrick Heron teaching the crowd the song “Molly Malone.” I was really jazzed about this and knew that I had to sit and listen to this fellow speak. Patrick spoke concerning “The Great Pyramid and the Apocalypse.

I know that I’ve given you, the reader of this page, sort of a cursory story about the speakers and what they talked about. I did this partially because of time restraints, but the biggest reason I wrote so little is that you should go to and buy the DVD’s of the talks. I really can’t do justice to the speakers that I heard by telling you a little here and there. It would be much better for you to get the DVD’s. That way you can be at the conference (in a sense) and get the real flavor of all that was presented. 

SUNDAY, JULY 03, 2005

We awoke early again on Sunday. Since we were pre-registrants and helped out with the conference, we were given tickets for free breakfasts each morning. The restaurant at the Hotel was great and served lots of favorites. So, I ate real fast and noticed that it was close to eight o’clock; it was time for the question and answer period to start.


The speakers for the panel discussion, left to right: Stan Deyo, Bill Schnoebelen, Michael Heiser, Patrick Heron, Jim Wilhemlsen, Joe Jordan, Norm Franz and Guy Malone. Joe Jordan was speaking about deliverance from alien abduction. 

For those who are wondering, Guy wasn’t napping on his feet, I just caught him in a blink. Sorry Guy. The panel discussion was wonderful. Questions were handed to Guy on paper and he moderated the forum. I was amazed at how these fellows all spoke in one accord. An interesting aspect about this talk was that the majority of questions that were asked of the panel concerned themselves with either the Nephilim of Genesis chapter six or how to get free from the abduction experience.

After the panel discussion was over the speakers, myself and a couple others went out to lunch. We had a wonderful time of discussion. I got to talk to Stan Deyo, which is something that I really wanted to do. I told him that I liked his talk and was aware of the importance of his subject matter. He was interested to know if I was able to understand it. I assured him that he spelled thing out so that anyone could understand it. I can understand his concern, because he’s an extremely intelligent individual. Sometimes when I’m trying to explain Biblical things to people I have to do what he did, and make sure that I’m not rambling on about things that people cannot understand. I got to meet Stan’s wife and she is a lady in every sense of the word. She was very charming and she explained their mission to me. I pray for them and wish them the very best.

Another person that I got to know better during this lunch was Jim Wilhelmsen. This was good because since we were going to be working together, and have been ever since, it’s nice to know the person you’re working with. Jim has been a believer in Messiah for a long time. He formed one of the first Christian Bikers ministries in Michigan and has seen his share of persecutions. He has something that many of the speakers didn’t have; that being street smarts. When you have street smarts and the Holy Spirit you are one valuable tool for the Lord.

After the lunch, Joe and I went to some stores and got some supplies that we needed. We just rested around the rest of the day. Toward the evening, when the 2004 videos had finished their airing, it was David Flynn’s time to have a question and answer session. I felt that I should sit in on this, basically for two reasons. The first reason is that David’s work intrigues me. The second reason is that I noticed that there were a couple of, shall we say, people with rough edges sitting in on the session. For some reason I felt that these people might be a challenge to David. Sure enough, the rough looking man started to ask questions of David, but he was also setting up a forum for himself. So, while this man talked I prayed that the Holy Spirit would give David the things to say and that the man would remain calm and not escalate. The Lord heard me and all went well. I think that the things that the Lord had David tell this man really got through to him. David didn’t treat this man like some sort of ignorant street person, but treated him like the lost sheep that he was. One of the attributes I like about Dave Flynn is that he’s humble and contrite. Those are two things that God looks for in His servants. David Flynn will go far in the Kingdom because of that.

At the end of David’s talk I got sort of a surprise. I was aware that Philip had turned the video tape of our desert trek into DVD, and had even watched it, but I never thought they would play it on the large screen television in front of the people that remained in the room. To my surprise, almost everyone in the room at the start of this stayed in the room. There was a couple sitting in front of me who got a bit disturbed when it started and I thought to myself, the woman will walk out first and the guy will follow soon afterward. No sooner did that thought enter my mind then the process started. Those who stayed actually clapped after the video ended. Praise God!! 

Monday, July 04, 2005

On Sunday night Joe and I decided to take a ride to Carlsbad Caverns the next morning. Monday morning started out pretty warm, just like every other day we were there. We got the Explorer gassed up and started out for Carlsbad, which is about an hour and a half south of Roswell. On the way there Joe and I talked about our plans for websites and such. We decided that the three of us, Joe, Jim and I should combine our information, and pending Jim’s approval I’d start to work on that when I got back to Sacramento. But of course you know the result of that because you’re visiting the site now.

We arrived at the caverns just before noon and it seemed like everyone else on earth did too. It was pretty deserted the last time I was there, but then it dawned on me that the last time I was there was at the beginning of October 2001, which was just after the terrorist attacks on New York and Washington. I told Joe all along that when we got to the caverns, I was going to take the elevator to the bottom. One can walk to the bottom, but it is pretty steep and long; and the last time I did it, it took my knees three months to recover.

The caverns greeted us with their wonderful coolness. We took the self-tour and walked around the whole “Big Room.” We took a lot of digital pictures inside the cavern. The whole time I wished I had taken my SLR camera which has a much brighter flash. Thank God for Adobe Photoshop which allows one to lighten pictures up and bring out the darker shades. By the time we reached the end of the tour my back started to bother me again. I was glad that Joe is sort of like me. He saw what he needed to see and didn’t want to hang around, like others I’ve taken tours with. On the way back down the road we stopped several times to take pictures of rock formations. I took some pictures of plants too. Plants tend to have a stark beauty all their own; even cactus and other desert flora that lives around the caverns.


One of the many shots I snapped at Carlsbad Caverns

We got down to the bottom of the hill and we decided to check out some souvenir shops. I could have swore that the shops down at the bottom were cheaper than the big shop up by the caverns, but I was wrong, My bad. At the bottom, and near the highway, there is what I would call a strip mall, and in that mall there’s a motel, a convenience mart, an arcade and a museum. The museum had many things, or should I say something for everyone. I stayed away from the girlie stuff and concentrated on the gun exhibit and the fossil exhibit. Afterward, we checked out an Indian (excuse me, Native American) jewelry shop across the street. I didn’t take a shine to anything there. They always have a lot of turquoise jewelry and I really don’t like that stone. We found one other shop on the highway on the way back. This store had a lot of rocks and gemstones that I found interesting; and also a lot of fossils. I just can’t get myself to pay for rocks though, so I passed them up. I wanted to save money anyway because we were going to have to pay the hotel bill and the car rental bill the next day, so I didn’t want to spend myself into oblivion.

On the way back we decided to stop at the old Roswell Army Air Field. Guy Malone somehow made connections with someone and because of that he was able to get Hanger 84 opened up to the public for one day. Guy had set up a small room at the hanger and was showing more of the DVD’s there. Those of us who prepaid didn’t have to pay to get into the hanger, but many who didn’t prepay did pay to get in. Guy was really surprised at the turnout. As a matter of fact, people were lined up to get in even before the hanger opened up. The hanger is important in UFOlore in that it is where the crashed saucer(s) were taken after they were recovered from the desert.


Hanger 84 at Roswell Army Airfield – view from south.


Looking north, inside Hanger 84. The photo is deceptive as hanger is a lot larger.

There were a lot of staff people at the hanger that afternoon. I feel that I should take some time to introduce the reader to a special couple. Their names are Free and Amy Ward. Without them I don’t think that Guy Malone would have been able to put Ancient of Days 2005 together. They are an amazing couple. They were constantly working behind the scenes of the conference. When chairs needed to be moved and rooms rearranged, Free and Amy were there. They ran the audio and video for several of the events. They took care of registration at the conference and took care of selling items. I know that there were many other things that this brother and sister did before, during and after the conference. My hat’s off to them, my prayers are for them and they have my utmost respect and admiration.


Joe standing with Free and Amy Ward at Hanger 84 


Joe Jordan – my brother in Messiah Yeshua and in civil disobedience 

The hanger was a cool place to hang out, but we had other things to accomplish before we could feel satisfied that we finished what we set out to do. Joe thought it to be a good idea to add a lead-in and a couple of other things to the question and answer period that he, Jim and myself had done on Friday night. We left the hanger and went to Jim’s store to make arrangements. So, at half past five that afternoon we met back at Jim’s store to finish the video. Again we sat at a table and Joe started the introduction, telling the viewers what we were about to do.

We started out with Jim talking about the spiritual authority that the believer in Messiah has through a relationship with Yeshua. He talked about how God had given Yeshua all authority and how we now have that same authority when we are Born Again in Him. After that, Joe introduced me and explained how I was going to expound on the 8 “R’s” to Freedom. Joe had briefly talked about it during our discussion with the audience, but we felt that we needed to delve deeper in explanation about this. I have to admit that I was really nervous. I’d studied what I wanted to say, but for some reason I felt like it didn’t come out like I had rehearsed it in my mind all that day. Joe and Jim told me that I did fine, so I rest on their critique. We went and had some dinner after that and then just hung around the hotel after that.

Toward the end of the evening Joe came back to the room and said that Guy wanted to have a drink with us at the lounge. Not being one for liquor, and since I took a strong pain pill for my back pains, I just settled on a tomato juice. I got to see a Guy Malone that I had not seen before. I saw a more relaxed Guy, one who looked confident that he had accomplished the course that the Lord had set him upon. We all had a nice talk for about an hour and then went back to our room, Guy came along to check out some website stuff and then left. We then retired because we had to get a fairly early start the next morning. 

TUESDAY, JULY 05, 2005

I awoke very early on Tuesday. I tend to get wired when I know I’m going to be traveling, so it took nothing for me to be up at the crack of dawn. I was showered, shaved and dressed by the time that Joe awoke. We went to breakfast and Joe informed me that we would have another passenger. Bill Schnoebelen was heading out of Albuquerque early that afternoon and needed a ride. This was great because I felt like I never got enough time to talk to Bill; and he really interests me.

So, we finished eating and got everything loaded into the truck. Before we left the restaurant, Guy prayed for us, for a safe journey and we all agreed in thanksgiving to the Lord for all He had done. We pulled away from the motel a little after nine o’clock that morning, driving north toward Interstate 40. About an hour out of Roswell we came upon an accident that looked pretty bad. It looked like one of the exhibitors from the secular UFO conference that they had in the Civic Center at Roswell. We were cleared to go around by a New Mexico Department of Transportation Worker and I think (from the silence) that we each said a silent prayer for the people involved in that wreck.

We had wonderful conversation on the road. We found out that Bill was quite informative about herbs and natural medicines. He told us about things that might help medical conditions, but the information was only informational and he told us that we should study these things on our own and check with our physicians before taking any action. Bill is like a walking Bible, Bible dictionary and information outlet. It was because of him that the long ride from Roswell to Interstate 40 seemed to take only a few minutes. We stopped at Clines Corners; a popular souvenir shop and tourist trap just to look around for last minute gifts for the folks back home. All I found, that was reasonable, was a postcard book of New Mexico.

We arrived at Albuquerque’s airport just in time to get Bill’s stuff off the truck and get him in line to check in his baggage. We cut it close in time, but we got him there; whew! Joe and I proceeded down to the Southwest Airlines check-in and that went pretty smoothly. My baggage was twice as heavy as it was when I got there, due mostly to all the books and DVD’s I bought when I was there. They even had to put a “heavy” sticker on my big piece of luggage.

Before we even got to the airport, Joe had warned me that I might have trouble getting through the TSA check point. He said that they would probably give me a hassle about the three rocks that I was bringing from Roswell. I had them in my laptop computer case. Joe bought a couple of things down in Roswell that were delicate, made of glass and such and there was question if the box he had it packed in would fit in the carryon bin on the plane. So, we got to the TSA check point and I just put my stuff on the x-ray belt and walked through. No problems and the rocks passed with flying colors and no question about them at all. Joe on the other hand, was treated like some sort of suspicious person. Rings, watches and other things had to come off of him. Then they had to wand him. He kept telling them about the plate in his wrist but they didn’t seem to listen. Finally, they ran the wand over his wrist and bingo, they found what was making all the noise. It frustrates Joe because he tells them about the wrist every time and it’s always the last thing they check. I can understand fully his frustration.

We sat around the airport together for a while. Joe’s plane left I think around 4:30 and my wasn’t scheduled to leave till 6:10. So, when it got close for his plane to leave we both split up and went to our gates. I made sure that I sat at the front of the “A” section so that I could get a choice of seats. I like to sit near the emergency door because there are only two seats there and I can stretch out a bit. We let Albuquerque right on time and before the hour was over we were landing in Phoenix. I walked briskly to the next terminal where I found my gate and got right in line. I only had to wait for ten minutes or so and we got boarded onto the flight from Phoenix to Sacramento. The flights went pretty fast because I got a short book, written by Bill and it kept my attention through both flights.

The plane got into Sacramento about fifteen minutes early; that’s right, I said early. The baggage handlers at Sacramento are sort of slow. After waiting about twenty minutes they finally decided which of the 4 baggage belts they were going to use for our flight. Then, I realized I was missing a small bag that I checked in. What I didn’t realize is that someone had taken my bag off of the belt and just let it sit there. I had the baggage lady looking all over for it, but I found it and apologized for wasting her time. I finally made it to the Blue Van taxi service and they shoved me and my stuff onto a van heading for the north area of Sacramento. Of course, I was next to the last one that they dropped off. I lugged my heavy bags up the stairs to my apartment, sat in the easy chair and rested, while reflecting on all that had gone on. If felt good to sleep in a real bed; the first time in nearly six days. 


I cannot think of anything bad that happened on this trip. It was a true blessing from God Almighty. I got to meet people that I’ve wanted to meet for many years. I was blessed to hear some very fine lecturers and I learned a lot. I got to make some great friends, like Philip Nelson, Damon the news guy, David and Mark Flynn, Nikko Michiletti, Fred Fredrickson and many others.

There’s some talk about doing another conference in 2006 and I don’t care what I have to do to get there. I like Roswell and feel called to Roswell. Whether the Lord will ever see fit to send me there remains to be seen. Joe echoes that sentiment, but we both agreed that there would have to be so many miracles that would have to happen to make that a reality; but who knows. I praise God for Guy Malone; that he obeyed the Lord and stepped out in faith to put it all together. I’m thankful for the trip to the desert and finding the real crash site. I also consider myself blessed to have finally met Jim Wilhelmsen. Funny thing is that at the first dinner where I met Jim the Lord impressed on me that he was a brother that I had a lot in common with and that we’d be working a lot with each other. God put that one together quickly!

But the biggest blessing is that we (meaning Joe, Jim and myself) had come to the conclusion that we needed to start Alien Abduction Crisis Centers of America and get it up and going pretty fast. Time is of the essence if we’re going to help people to become free. Since that time others have come on board too. Our prayer is that within a relatively short time the Lord will lead many people to us who will be able to counsel people as they write or call us. As of this writing, we have seven areas of America (and South Africa) covered and pray for many more.

My prayer is that these conferences have a wonderful effect in Roswell. Someday a large body of believers will be raised up in that city and they will lead many to Messiah Yeshua. I don’t just speculate on that, I somehow supernaturally know it to be true. May His will be done.
Dave Ruffino

ZAMBIA – Lusaka Area

Name: Mannie Nsofwa     Status: Counselor


Location: P.O. Box 35247, Lusaka, Zambia, Africa

Phone Cell #1: +260977415515

Phone Cell #2: +260955415515


E-Mail Mannie Nsofwa at

Texas – Dallas – Estados Unidos

Nombre: Juan Gonzalez      Estado: Refugio seguro

Ubicación: Dallas, Texas, Estados Unidos – Dirección disponibles bajo petición

número de teléfono: 001-918-810-1272 – Si Hablar Espanol

E-Mail John Gonzalez at:

Nota: Al llamar a este número, por favor considere la fecha y la hora. Gracias


Name: Joe and Carolyn Ditto     Status: Counselors

Location: Chilliwack, B.C.

Phone: 604-794-9896 – Home

Phone: 604-798-2483 – Cell

E-Mail Joe and Caroline Ditto at:



Name: Gordy     Status: Counselor/Safe Haven

Location: Vancouver

Phone #1: 604-255-4399
Phone #2: 604-255-0102

Email Gordy at: