Post Task Force, The Susan White Story, Moss Beach Distillery

POST Task Force, The Susan White Story, Moss Beach Distillery.
Distributed by Paul Dale Roberts, HPI General Manager
www.hpiparanormal.net

P.O.S.T. Task Force
Paranormal Operatives Seeking Truth

Our Mission Statement: We are undercover paranormal investigators that seek out secret groups, cults and discover their paranormal connection. Discover why people are attracted to the obscure esoteric beliefs and teachings of these subcultures. On cults: Why do people give up their worldly possessions? What are their teachings? How are cult members being brainwashed? What happens when you go against the cult’s teachings? What illegal activities are these cults involved in? What is the cult’s paranormal connection? With vampire clubs: Why do people in the vampire subculture are so attracted to vampires? Why do they believe they are vampires? How do they feed and on what? On Secret Occult Groups: Where are they? What are they practicing? What is their purpose? On Wicca Groups: Are they practicing in the dark arts? What is their belief system? How did they become involved in the Wicca subculture? As undercover paranormal investigators, it is our mission to discover the connection of real people with the paranormal. To discover if any of these groups and people is a danger to our society and if there is danger, to be prepared to expose these groups to the media, law enforcement and to the world.

THE GROUPS AND SUBCULTURES WE ARE NOW FOCUSED ON:

Raëlism, Sacramento, CA
To learn more about Raelism (a UFO cult), stop by here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ra%C3%ABlism

Church of Scientology, Sacramento, CA
To learn more about the Church of Scientology, stop by here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_Scientology

Church of Satan, San Francisco, CA

Hara Krishna, San Francisco, CA
To learn more about Hara Krishna, stop by here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Society_for_Krishna_Consciousness

Death Guild, San Francisco, CA
Known vampire club.

Bondage a Go-Go, San Francisco, CA
Known vampire club.

Candle Light Shop, 3330 24th Street, San Francisco, CA
Occult Shop, with inside information on secretive occult groups in San Francisco

The Sacramento Pagan, Sacramento, CA

THE SUSAN WHITE STORY
By Susan White
Distributed by Paul Dale Roberts, HPI General Manager
www.hpiparanormal.net

Thanks Paul. I've attached the letter I sent to Rueben Uriarte if you would like to read it. Also, I thought I would tell you about the time stopping experience:

I was working at Ford Aerospace as an Admin. Assistant to the Mgr of the Battery Technology Dept. Myself and another Secretary, Barbara, were busy decorating the conference room for a birthday surprise party for out boss at 9:00 am. We were putting the last balloons and streamers. As Barbara was taping balloons on the whiteboard, I was hanging streamers.

In the middle of the room was an long glass executive conference table surround by rolling desk chairs. I looked at the lights above the table and thought it would be nice to hang streamers from the lights. As I began to ponder how to go about this, before I could even finish my thought, a clear and distinct voice (telepathically, they always speak this way) said "do not stand on the chair."

Well, I decided to ignore being told what to do. I said to myself, I'll just take my shoes off. I looked up at he clock and it was 8:52 am. Next to it, Barbara had her back to me as she was putting up her balloons. I then proceeded to remove my 4 inch heels and climb up on the chair next to the table. I took the streamer with the tape on the end, stood on the chair and stretched over the table to reach the light.

And of course, the chair began to roll out backwards from underneath me as I leaned forward. As I started to fall, time became very slow, like slow motion. I was almost horizontal. I remember looking down at that oh so thick glass as my total body weight was in free fall, and thinking to myself, "I'm going to fall face and head first into that table and in 8 minutes 40 people will be showing up here for cake and I will be lying on the floor in a bloody, shredded heap."

The next thing I knew I was standing on both feet, squarely on the floor. I looked at the clock and it had the exact same time on it as before. I looked at Barbara and her hand was still in the same place taping the same balloon.

And the chair I was standing on was had come to a stop completely across the room!

I don't know if I would have died had I fallen thru the table. However I am sure that it would have changed my life in such a way as to interfere with their plans for me. So they had to save me from myself.

After this incident I realized that threatening to commit suicide was useless. I could stand in front of a train and it wouldn't matter if it wasn't my time.

Thanks for listening Paul!

Peace Be With You,
Sue

Hi Mr. Uriarte,

I sent this to you and I'm not sure if you received it. You must get a lot of emails and possibly have not come across it. But because some of my emails have literally disappeared lately, I thought I would send you this copy via snail mail. Thank you for your time.

Susan

Recommendation for Dr. to remove implant

From:
Susan White

Add to Contacts

To:
rubenuriarte@sbcglobal.net

Hi Mr. Uriarte,

I am not sure where to begin. I have always known I was different from a very early age. There are so many things I could say that you most likely will not believe. Things such as I have a very up close and personal relationship with those commonly referred to as 'aliens.' Tons of stories, such as nightly sightings of as many as 25 vessels in what was referred to as "pacification" for me. Or the time my ex and I were traveling thru SLC and the Sierras on our way home from Colorado. My last memory was of the blue lights. Next thing we knew, it was 3 hours later and we were hundreds of miles from where we were and no idea how we got there! The time "they" were forced to literally stop time and save my life when I refused to listen. Or the time I was allowed to invite others to witness the glory of what I was blessed to have seen. And then there is the HUGE forest fire witnessed by only myself and the friend driving with in my car, while the girls in the car behind us saw nothing! At the time of the incident, it was as though we were in a trance.Of course, at the appointed time, I realized it wasn't a forest fire at all! And there was the memory of seeing what I can only describe as a flying city. If you broke off SF right around Candlestick Park, all the way to Hiway 1 near Pacifica, added some crystals, and sent it airborne, it would still only be a fraction of what I was allowed to remember seeing!

And of course, the reason for this email. The implant. I tried to have this implant removed years ago when my veil was lifted and I became aware of what was up and who I am. In an effort to have control over the realities I was facing, I went to my doctor and showed him the "thing" in my leg that had been there as long as I could remember. He felt it and asked if I had been in an accident or had ever had surgery on my leg? I said no, and he sent me to have it xrayed. Well the xray tech could not find the "thing." It was simply gone, or had moved to some other place in my leg. He sent me back to the doctor, who looked at my leg, found the "thing" and sent my right back to the xray tech. The tech and I looked for the "thing" again and it was gone! The tech sent me back to the doctor, but I just went home. It was not the time for the "thing" to be removed.

But I believe it can be removed now. And I am wondering if you will recommend a doctor who will remove it while maintaining the integrity of the procedure and the object? Also, I would be more than happy to meet with you of you would like to hear more stories in greater detail.

I can say if you have not read any of the books written by Raymond E. Fowler regarding the experiences of Betty Andreasson Luca, it would be helpful if we are to meet. The UFO phenomenon has a religious foundation and the Bible is a plethora of 'alien' abductions and visitation as there is nothing new under the sun. If you can, read Ray's book on Betty 'The Watchers.' I have come as a witness to all things Betty has said and seen, For I too, have had the same experiences and know the same beings.

Betty is a modern day prophet and it behooves us all to heed her message.

Lastly, when I was first compelled to buy Bud Hopkins book Intruders many, many years ago and came to understand who I was and what had been going on in my life, as a Christian my first reaction was that it must be evil and for a moment I contemplated suicide. However, I was assured by the voice of the Lord, that it was all good and Betty was literally a Godsend. She helped me in ways I cannot begin to explain. Because of our correspondence however, we both became aware that I, like Betty, was being monitored by some clandestine government agency. My mail was opened, low flying unmarked, black, tinted windowed bubble type helicopters began flying over my house the day after the aforementioned "pacification" sightings from my backyard, and their was the mysterious unmarked (no license plates) van, tinted windows and fully equipped with small satellite dishes that showed up out of nowhere one day, only to disappear just as mysteriously the next day, right after the police were called to come and investigate it. More recently, I have reason to believe my rights are once again be trampled in the guise of national security. Helicopters and emails that seem to disappear into thin air. So if you cannot help me find a doctor, will you please let me know that this email did make it's way to you?

Thank you so much for your time.

Susan K.White

PS

My son and his friend can attest to my summoning the UFOs for them to see and my girlfriend can vouch for the "forest fire" incident. And both my son and my friend have had their own sightings too.


I.
I have worked at the Moss Beach Distillery Restaurant for about nine years as their bookkeeper and a number of years ago when I was working late in the accounting office, (about 9:00 pm), I needed to back up my accounting module. I could only do that on the computer next to mine, as it was the only networked computer in our office with the ability to back up my accounting module. I was the only person in the office working late that night. When I went to the computer at the workstation next to mine, I did not click on any "print" commands and there was no reason for the printer at my desk to turn on and print anything. It was a very spooky moment for me when I heard my printer turn on and begin printing. I had no idea what was gong on. I walked back to my desk and picked up the piece of paper that had just finished printing at my desk and the only thing on the entire page was a tiny heart. It surprised me so much that I cut that little heart out of that piece of paper and taped it to my computer monitor. I left it there for many years. I have often wondered if it was our "blue lady" keeping me company late that night.

Susan Broderick
Bookkeeper
Moss Beach Distillery


II.
The Patio Phantom

Since moving to Moss Beach several years ago, I have always enjoyed the "Ghostly" mechanisms of the MBD public bar; the elevating bar stools and shuddering lamps, to accompany my delicious cocktails and succulent bar menu.

Clearly a cunning ploy to attract the passing tourist and introduce the unlikely reality, I used to think, of the Blue Lady - a charming story of local intrigue that is sometimes bolstered by the bar tender's whispered confessions of rattling bottles and cold spectral hands in the stock room.

Another compelling attraction is the deck. Comfortable, scenic and warmed by the fire pits - it is an excellent resting spot after a romp with the dogs along the bluff. It was in this spot that I found myself on a blustery and chilly, but stunningly beautiful, February late afternoon with my charming and docile shepherd mix and his housemate, an energetic and intense terrier - otherwise I was all alone...

I had acquired a couple of warming cocktails (it was happy hour!) and was absentmindedly stroking my big best friend and admiring the view, when this normally benign canine stiffened and became intently focused on the space behind me - as he caught my attention, I looked into his eyes to try and read this sudden change of mood and clearly saw a man in long black coat and hat, reflected in his gaze, staring at the ground and moving purposefully across the deck.

Kobe - the dog - then took me completely by surprise by a tirade of howls and snarling and a super-canine effort to get out off his leash and attack the presence behind me!

Turning quickly to apologize for this bad behavior and to arrest the now frenzied effort of the little Terrier to support her hero - I saw...NO ONE THERE.

No one on the patio; no one on the stairs; no one in the downstairs lounge. The automatic door remained motionless and undisturbed.

The dogs took a good ten minutes to recover and remained on high alert for the rest of our stay - I decided against another cocktail on that day!

With such a long history on the site, it is quite probable that a number of restless spirits lurk on the headland...or maybe the Blue Lady has a boyfriend.

My dogs and I will be keeping a close eye on passers by for a while.

Nick Kalanon
Moss Beach Local


III.
Story #1
A man who had been here a few nights previous told me that he had taken several random pictures on his cell phone. When he got home and looked through them, he found one peculiar picture, which he preceded to show me. It looked almost entirely black/grey and I saw nothing. Upon closer scrutiny I discerned a woman wearing a hat. The hat was very wide brimmed and had detailed lines. This was not just an outline; it was not a vague form. It was very detailed. Amazing!

Story #2
I was sitting at the hostess stand and seriously recounting ghost stories with another manager. We were not just talking about our restaurant, but about other hauntings we had experienced. As we spoke, a clipboard which hangs from a nail not more than three feet from where we were sitting, began to swing back and forth clanking the Mardi gras beads that were hanging behind it. There had been no earthquake. Absolutely nothing perceptible had happened to make the clipboard move.

Debbie Goldfarb
Floor Manager
Moss Beach Distillery


IV.
My name is Melissa and I have worked at the Distillery for over 14 years. Throughout the years I have had many different experiences. Many of my experiences consist of closing down late at night and feeling like there was someone else in the room with me even though I was the only one there. It is hard to describe but there is just an overwhelming feeling that you are not alone.
My very first experience was on Christmas Eve back in 2001. I remember it so clearly because at the time I had been working at the Distillery for about 4 years and the blue lady had left me alone up until then. I think she was respecting the fact that I am pretty scared of ghosts and the afterlife in general. I was in our dry storage room, which is a very small, skinny room and I was restocking some wine. I was bent over grabbing bottles off the bottom shelf and all of a sudden a feeling of fear came over me. It felt like someone was in this little tiny room with me. I stood still for a moment wondering why I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, when I felt a stroke on the back of my head and neck. It felt as if someone was stroking my head and neck telling me that everything was okay. I feel as though it was the blue lady attempting to comfort me because I had felt a moment of fear, nevertheless it scared me even more and I screamed out for her to stop. She has always been very respectful as far as backing down and let me be for a long stretch of time after that.
I have also been tapped on the shoulder and moved out of the way thinking it was another employee needing to get by and then turning around and there is nobody there. It is a very weird feeling because you are like, ‘I know I felt a tap but why is there no one there?’. It can be very unnerving but not malicious at all.

Melissa Vega
Sales & Marketing Manager
Moss Beach Distillery