KCOR DIGITAL RADIO NETWORK

KCOR Digital Radio airs live from Las Vegas. It has streaming radio programs and music 24/7.

 NETWORK

Tina Marie Caouette owns and manages KCOR out of Las Vegas, Nevada. Since 2015, her radio network has been growing at a rapid rate. Because, she is well-known as being fair-minded both intellectually and financially with whom she is associated. Her goal from the outset was to provide the sound and look for what talk radio should be like.

KCOR Digital Radio Network airs a broadcast venue for over thirty-six talk show hosts. And, there is a waiting list for those who want to join her network. Tina works diligently to bring the best in broadcasting to the listening public. She works twice the usual work-week and is constantly adding to KCOR the best hosts. She produces all live shows herself.

A NEW WEBSITE IN 2020

Setting the bar for Tina’s radio empire to the highest standards has always been her goal. She produces streaming radio in HD (High Definition), but she also provides imaging and graphics for each show.

Recently, she rebuilt her original website from the ground up. It has been a gargantuan task, but through all the travails of web development Tina and her team have produced the new KCOR Digital Radio website! Ongoing work continues with new formats and additions to her existing profiles and programs. The new website supports improvements for mobile device use.

What sets KCOR apart from the competition is unique programming. Show subjects range from politics to the paranormal. But, each talk show host broadcasts their own materials and viewpoints.

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The Future of Radio is Here and Now.

The KCOR slogan is ‘The Future of Radio Is Here and Now.’ Tina supports her show hosts and gives them much freedom to operate independently on her network. That is something rather unusual in broadcast media.

KCOR DIGITAL RADIO STREAMING LIVE 24/7

The formats for this radio network includes streaming music between talk shows. There are links to view archives, but she also provides this button at the front page top to click to join streaming broadcasts live.

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Click this button located at the top of the KCOR website to listen live 24/7.

When visiting the website click on the ‘Listen Live’ link above. Browse the menu for showtimes and hosts.

RESTRICTED AIR SPACE

Restricted Air Space was one of Tina’s first programs to air on KCOR Digital Radio Network. It airs from 7 pm Pacific and 10 pm Eastern Time. Tina hosts this program live.

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Restricted Airspace is one of Tina’s first programs to air on KCOR.

Solaris BlueRaven hosts her program called Hyperspace, as noted above.

Please note Tina’s slogan for her Friday Fantopia: ‘Question Everything – Trust No One’.

KCOR IS A COMMUNITY-ACTIVE ORGANIZATION

This radio network is populated with the brightest and best radio personalities from around the world.

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The community is welcome to join in a live broadcast. And, there are pricing packages for every budget.

Tina and her team are active in the community. In many cases, talented broadcast professionals are available to participate. And, live shows can be conducted on-site where the Prize Patrol gives out free prizes to attendees, too.

Truly, KCOR loves the community. But, that is not all! See below for more. In addition, Tina Marie is a professional bowler and writes for the website, Bowlers Paradigm with her own column, Bowler in Dreamland.

ADVERTISING AND SPONSORSHIPS

Advertising is welcome, too. There are targeted packages to reach millions of listeners, world wide.

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Packages are available to reach millions of educated listeners, worldwide. And, remember, there are packages to fit every budget.

And, they provide services and sponsorships to business and professional organizations to 106 counties, statewide.

KCOR AND COSTS

As with any business, there are expenses. While Tina has worked hard to keep costs down (including producing her live shows herself), she still must charge the talk show hosts for their show participation. She is working to change this situation. Notwithstanding, there is a line up of over 50 shows and yes, there is a waiting list. Many potential hosts are asking to join KCOR. If Tina can provide free airtime the network could provide unique shows and programming almost 24/7.

There are some talk show hosts who prefer to keep their archives free and have agreed to continue to pay for their airtime. With this being considered, if subscriptions to the radio network out-way the costs, it is a win-win for listeners and show hosts alike.

Ultimately, once the above foundations are established, more staff can be hired to help maintain the network and more producers can maintain live support for the new and existing shows joining KCOR.

THE DARK VAULT INSIDER PROGRAM

First of all, please know that the live streaming radio will always be free for the listeners at KCOR. However, along with the improvements with the new website and technological improvisations, a new program will be in place, soon. Further, the door is open for anyone to contact KCOR to submit ideas on the contact page. Viewer opinions and ideas are welcomed.

This is where the viewers can become subscribers and enjoy their favorite programs. Coming soon is the Dark Vault Insider Program:

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The Dark Vault Insider membership is due to begin May 1, 2020. View details on the KCOR website.

The new program will provide low-cost subscriptions enabling the listeners to hear over 5 years of archived shows since the beginning of the radio network. In addition, listeners will have access to ongoing programs that have aired, to date.

Dark Vault Insider is scheduled to be activated on May 1, 2020. Please remember, talk show hosts who want their programs to be available for listeners free of charge, will have archived clickable links under each show date banner.

Below, please view the core benefits provided for paid subscribers:

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Here are the core features and benefits of joining Dark Vault Insider.

In sum, the six bullet points above will be available for subscribers to enjoy 24/7. Please take time to view the website for more detail. Also, utilizing the contact page for any questions the readers here may have are most welcomed.

A LITTLE RECOUNTING OF HISTORY

As Universal Digest was in its beginnings, Tina Marie and this author were introduced on social media. A planned meeting was made when next we traveled to Las Vegas, Nevada, for a well-earned vacation. We first met at South Point Casino and the rest is history.

After our meeting, we shared much of our life experiences. When Tina discussed some of her encounters with other entities, I offered to write an article about it. Since, I am also an experiencer, it was pretty much a no-brainer for me to undertake this task. It took a few months to sift through the interviews and information, but I was certainly up for this.

Ultimately, Tina’s long-time experiences with visitations over many years was created after six months from our first meeting. The article in the link is called ‘An Extraterrestrial Invitation‘ and it was my honor to publish it. Please bear in mind, she is an author now. She wrote her first book based on her experiences. And, it may surprise one on the path she has taken. Tina wrote her first fiction novel based on her real experiences. It is called: Alien Deception.

SUMMARY

We have found an enduring friendship based on honesty and objectivity. Tina Marie Caouette is one of the hardest-working people I have ever met. Her business acumen is far and beyond the norm seen today of those who are directed and successful.

Tina continues KCOR Digital Radio Network because she loves what she does. And, in fact, she doesn’t have to continue. Yes, she has a life, but Tina is self-directed to provide what she does in having the finest, best, and most successful talk show hosts airing to answer so many questions for those who have them.

This author is honored and pleased to be a part of Tina’s aspirations. In fact, it is what prompted the creation of this article.

Thank you all for taking the time to read: KCOR Digital Radio Network


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ANNIE WILLIAMS AND OLORUN SMITH

Annie Williams

ANNIE

Annie walked in silence along the street until she was noticed by Officer Ted Darling…

When you are a security guard you see a lot of unusual and interesting people in your duties. A particular person at any particular time may or may not grab your interest, and in as much as guards are trained to watch for special points of interest, one person scuffling along a sidewalk on North Theresa Avenue near Washington Street kept attracting my attention; not so much as that he or she may be involved in some criminal activity, but because of their physical condition. I first noticed this individual bent over and crouched against an alley wall, and my thought at that point was that this person was drunk and intoxicated to the point of incapacity. The person made a weak wave to me with a hand, and I sloughed that movement off as a hobo that probably would be moving on in short order.

After a few minutes of patrolling the vehicles lined up and down an adjoining street, my view again came in contact with this person, who now had moved onto the sidewalk near the apartment building, and I could plainly see it was an elderly black person that was having great difficulty walking, had a metal cane for support, huddled beneath a rather large trench coat that hung sloppily over a misshapen frame. The person obviously was injured and possibly in pain.

I continued to watch on each additional trip past that point, and noted that this person was handicapped, made many encumbered steps, was bent almost at a seventy degree angle from the hip and could only move a few inches at a time. The person would stop, rest, and then hobble a little further in a desired direction, and repeat that sequence over and over. I recall the words ‘My God!’ coming to mind. The next trip this person appeared to be heading my way, but changed course and went back towards Washington Avenue. ‘This is not right,’ I said to myself, ‘I better see if help is needed.’

I slowly walked towards the person whose head seemed completely hidden beneath the collar of the coat as I approached from the rear.

‘Hello, do you need some help?’ I asked as politely as I could. In tight little increments of movement a head began to rise and the body turning artificially to allow an African-American lady’s face to arise, reminding me strangely of a turtle’s head coming out of its shell to look around, and two large brown eyes in the middle of a face, I swear, resembled ‘ET,’ the extra-terrestrial, in Steven Spielberg’s movie: all the wisdom, pain, longing of a lifetime written there. She was mustering strength to talk, one foot shuffled ahead of the other finding footing in her worn boots. Then she seemed prepared to speak:

‘Yes, no, ah….’ she appeared at a loss for words, words that sounded weak and unsure. ‘I ….. I’m just walking…. .’ And barely at that, I thought. We stared at each other for a minute or so, her with both hands cradling the top of the cane, looking for the entire world like George Steven’s Yoda movie character, but a Yoda that was seriously injured.

‘Are you in pain?’ I asked. I could see her eyes were matted by the cold weather and the tears that continued to wet her face. Her mind was dulled by age, but she still was active in searching for words, lips nervously moving to form expression.

‘Yes,’ she barely spoke audibly, ‘I…I….walk…walk for exercise.’
‘Does it help, I mean the pain?’ She nodded slowly.

‘How long have you had this condition?’

She gave a weak laugh, ‘Long time, now…. .’ She would glance up briefly as she spoke and then glance down at the sidewalk and remain gazing at the concrete. I thought for a moment.
Her withered and crippled hand slowly crept into her coat pocket and, grasped in a mangled fist, she brought out a wrinkled and dirty page of paper; Annie painfully placed it into my palm and folded my fingers over it as best her aged hand could. She again attempted a weak smile.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked. She again gave a weak laugh.

She lifted her head and this time gave me a strong, soul–searching look from two gorgeously bulbous and pitifully sad eyes: ‘Annie!’ She expressed it almost defiantly as if a different plateau of relationship had been reached. I smiled back at her.

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‘My name is Ted, Officer Ted Darling,’ I replied. ‘Ted,’ she repeated in almost a whisper. There was silence for a moment. ‘Will you be out here in the cold long?’ I asked. ‘No, no, I have to take my medicine…. .’ It was obvious that I shouldn’t go much further into her personal business.

‘Well, if you need any help at all, I’ll be walking by here every so often, don’t hesitate to call out for me, okay…….Annie?’ She slowly lowered her head up and down.

‘What….what….arthritis, rickets…..what….?’ I felt I should probe a little further. She insipidly nodded at the paper she gave me.

She gave another weak laugh: ‘Yes, everything,’ but her words came slow and almost in gasping breaths, ‘arthritis, diabetes, and neuropathy….everything…..’

‘Okay,’ I relinquished. And for a few more passes on my patrol I continued to watch her struggle moving diseased limbs and joints slowly down the sidewalk and slowly back in the other direction, occasionally resting her weight on the apartment wall. Then, sometime after sunset, she was gone and did not return.

The soiled and worn paper she gave me was headed in large bold letter: ‘If Annie Williams should be found ill and needs help, the following is a list of medications and medical conditions you should know about…,’ and what jumped off the page was a conflagration in a menagerie of disease and medicine that even I could not comprehend, and I promised myself I’d research the mysterious text as soon as possible. That mission came that evening before the public library closed. I headed home with a bag of medical books, settled at the kitchen table beneath a laptop computer, my investigatory juices parleyed the Internet into an ink pen dirge of medical facts. Annie’s ailments seemed daunting and unflinching: ‘Friedreich Ataxia, spinocerebellar tract, Hulter monitor, rheumatoid arthritis, crippling skeletal fluorosis, osteosclerosis of pelvis and vertebra, musculoskeletal fibrokeratoma, scoliosis, bursitis, Paget’s disease….’ Photo after photo showed broken, disjointed, twisted and medically diseased bodies, many with strained looks of fought-against pain. The list of medication used in treatment was just as disheartening as it allowed me to create in my mind belched visions of therapeutic mayhem that, I had read, such torture surely existed in the 18th century London Bedlam madhouse: ‘….Paracetamol, Pfizerpen-G, Percocet, Oxycontin, Naproxen Ibepuron, Ibuprofen, Neorontin …..’ About an hour into my indefatigable, cavernous research, a creeping raptorial nausea and sweating enveloped me, causing me to slam shut an opened medical book and slump crumpled into my chair as a dilapidated shack of depressed and weary flesh and bone. It was a sleepless night.

I certainly was on the alert for my new-found friend. The first night of patrol: Nothing. The same disappointment for the second, third, and the fourth nights: Sadness took hold of me, an almost heightened sense of freight that I might not see Annie again. Then, on the fifth day, there she was standing at the alley way, she slowly moved her hand side to side at her typical stomach level, her style of waving beneath her chronic pain.

‘Annie! I’ve been hoping to see you again!’ But, just as I lifted a foot to walk in her direction, a hysterical voice came from behind me: ‘Officer! Officer, can you assist me? I think I locked my keys in my car! Can you help?’ Caught in the dilemma of decision, I shouted to Annie: ‘Stay there, please; I’ll be back in a minute, please wait.’ Annie’s awkward rolling of her head on a nonexistent neck indicated her affirmation to wait for me.

About nine-hundred-feet away, on the next street, time seemed to agonizingly creep as I attended to the lady’s problem. Suddenly, the wail of sirens filled the air. From my vantage point I could barely see where on North Theresa Avenue the panic and canopy of scintillating blue-red, white circus of EMS and police lights were coming from. I knew something serious had happened; but I also knew the police were fully in control.

 

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It was ‘sometime’ before I was finished with the locked keys incident. The EMS and the police had long gone from North Theresa. The street was empty and dark and forlorn in the cold chill. I could only stare in desperation towards Washington Avenue. And then – ‘He’ came – turning the far corner of the building, quickly, swiftly, courageously, directly towards me as if on a mission, the pillar of his body passing through shadows created by the silver moonlight; tall, almost if on stilts, uniformed in stylish dark tailored linen trousers, his full-length solid black overcoat caressing his stride, synchronically whipping around his legs as he placed one foot strategically in front of the other in some seeming choreographed dance or march. I had no fear of his advance. He suddenly stood before me, a towering black man with sparkling black eyes as if polished coal or those of a gazing deer, his complexion a viscerally hearty ruddy-brown. He had no furrowed brow and appeared to be a caricature of the best of health. The silence seemed to go on forever.

‘You are wondering about Annie?’ He spoke very authoritatively.

‘Yes. Yes, I am’, I felt entranced, gripped by almost feelings of euphoria, ‘who are you?’

‘My name is Olorun Smith. I’ve known Annie Williams for a long time, a very long time. She is all right now. Oh, so many prayers have passed her lips. She is the happiest she has been in a long time.’ His tone was not typically Afro-American, but had the brogue of direct African descendants. ‘There was a lot you did not know about Annie. Did you know that Annie was an artist when she was young? Indeed, the best of the best. In 1911 she was a world-class act at the Dark Town Follies at the Lafayette Club, was one of the originators of the Cakewalk, ‘Ballin’ the Jack, and knew J. Leurie Hill, yes, yes, indeed. She danced nightly at the Savoy Ball Room for many years, and, and, in 1923 she was part of the Ziegfield Follies, the all black cast of the ‘Running Wild’ troupe. Annie was part of the 1936 Brown Sugar Revue at the world-renown Cotton Club; she sang with Lena Horne and performed regularly. But there is more: in 1925, Annie starred alongside Josephine Baker at the La Revue Ne’gre in Paris.’ In a perspicacious flood of words in rapid fashion, for a good ten minutes, Mister Smith spoke in a symphonic deluge of panoramic life events and historic narration, reciting about a life that only could have been a fantasy-world panoply for many a young lady; a wishful dream to most young girls.

‘Where did you get all ‘that’ information?’ I blurted out in total astonishment.

‘I’ve held black teenage Civil War soldiers in my arms as their blood oozed the life out of their wounds; that life-giving serum flowing through my fingers. I stood by Sam Clemons as Cub Pilot aboard the riverboat Paul Jones as we fought Mississippi River sandbars. I have watched with Captain Kermit Beahan, as we dropped the Little Boy atomic bomb upon Nagasaki – we looked into the Eye of Beelzebub and saw the face of Hell. I whispered words of comfort and salvation as living bodies fell from flaming ledges of the Twin Towers on 9/11…..’ Olorun’s eyes darkened even further in majestic intensity, a growing wisp of romantic fragrances emerging in the air….

Olorun paused, then grinned in a beaming smile that demonstrated a mouth of uniform and brilliantly white teeth, ‘I have seen things that you could not begin to accept; events that stretch far beyond the capabilities of your mind. I have been to places that exceedingly surpass the meager events of this tiny planet. I have walked on beaches trillions of miles from here with water so pure and so clear that as you walk in it, it washes your soul. I have known a succulent tropic plant on a very distant world whose juices would cure all known diseases. I have been to the center of your sun, indeed, I have been to the center of a million suns. I have sat abroad comets and raced through the solar system. I rode the comet that rained its watery tail down on Noah. I have come face to face with Evil itself, and I have ‘won’.’

Olorun suddenly looked ahead, over my shoulder, abruptly realizing that something new, something prorogating and urgent beckoned him, and he quickly rushed past me, whipping his overcoat against my side, dispersing mystical, aromatic, tropical scents of a combined unknown perfume reminiscent of Ralph Lauren, Michael Jordan Regal, and Chanel Pour Monsieur Concentrate. Stunned, I thought to myself only for a split-second, and then swirled around to confront him once again, ‘Mr. Smith!’

He was gone! Gone!

And I was left standing there with my heart pounding, immersed and lost in a violent mental flood as a rain drop fallen into an emotional sea, left with solemn and fantastic memories of Annie and the realization that this world was not nearly as real, or far more real, than it was before I met her.

Written By: Stephen Erdmann


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SCOTLAND ADX FILES BROADCASTING

SPI Scotland ADX Files

ADX FILES SCOTLAND BROADCASTING – Having listened to this network for quite a while, I had always noticed the unique radio format regarding interview techniques from a one Alyson Dunlop. Early on, I found it difficult to find the proper introduction to this article, hence, being a bit late in publishing, as promised.

Here is why. I took the time to review some more of the broadcasts produced in the ADX Files weekly episodes. Oh my, what a diverse, yet cohesive history of interviews it is. Alyson Dunlop is almost telepathic (even so, perhaps) in her ability to understand what questions to ask and how to apply her broadcasts to be a relevant factor in human understanding in ufology and paranormal phenomena occurring worldwide.

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Scotland ADX Files from Alyson Dunlop. Here is where reality and conception meet.

This brings us to the present state of this article. Reality, Religion, and UFOs where Alyson and I decided to make this event happen. In Episode 51, with just one day’s notice of a postponement in broadcasting, I was asked if I was interested in participating with the next broadcast. I was particularly stunned, yet with a seasoned resilience I responded with a ‘yes’ so off I went to put together the information requested. Both of us were most flexible and I was able to meet the challenge. And, I might add, she not only reciprocated, she, too, was up to the same. We did it.

When it comes to honesty in broadcasting, of which both of us have not been ‘alien’ to doing, so to speak, this broadcast went quite well. Now comes my assessment of this past week.

Wow. Alyson Dunlop is not only a professional in some intrinsic areas of the human condition regarding hypnotism therapy, she is also so interested in bringing to the public, worldwide, the most pertinent issues regarding the human condition, as am I. Realizing, I have been invited into the league of such caring, altruistic, and professional people, I had to publish this article.

To wit, I would like to share the following. I really wish the funds would allow me to join these fine individuals this year to the SPI UFO and Paranormal Conference; however, the oceans do not permit, this time. Soon. Do go, if you can.

I have found this venue, persons (of many), and now friends (of many) to be the most genuine, caring, austere, and honest people, overall. Let not the past prevail, I say let the present and future present and prove how wonderful the human condition really is.

Please plan to attend the upcoming Scottish UFO and Paranormal Conference happening with featured speakers: Alyson Dunlop, Malcolm Robinson, and Ron Halliday.

Ed Smith

Universal Digest

 

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AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL INVITATION

AN EXTRATERRESTRIAL INVITATION

An extraterrestrial invitation? In the Las Vegas area? The city of lost wages, sin, and iniquity, as well as, beauty of all kinds? A city located near one of the most contemporary mysteries of Area 51, black ops, covert, secretive military and aerial activity known, to date? Surely not! Well, not exactly when there is plausible deniability involved…

After so many years and adventures visiting one of the most incredible and vibrant locations on earth, I came into contact with one of the most interesting persons of whom I have come to know, to date. It began as a simple, personal invitation to call when next I would visit Las Vegas in November of 2015.

Tina Marie Caouette, who hails from Winchendon, Massachusetts, has led a quite interesting life, thus far. A consummate business woman who became a professional bowler, as well as, a manager of a bowling alley for over fourteen years, inclusive of being a mother of a now eleven year-old son, found herself moving to the Las Vegas area in 2008.

What you are about to read has resulted from personal meetings, interviews, and other venues of communication to the time of the publishing of this article. For the record, Tina Marie does not expect to be believed nor does she try to impress her views upon anyone. In fact, she conducts herself in a most positive, friendly and professional manner. To continue…from the time she was first taken and her first invitation.

Tina was not a stranger to extraterrestrial visitations when she was a child from five to eight years of age where a being named Amii would come, sit and converse with her. She couldn’t remember more details from memory than this. However, the memories she had regarding the visits were as vivid as what follows.

In 2009, her life would change, forever. After having settled into her new locale, one evening while sitting in her living room, a blue light appeared out of nowhere. The next thing she remembered was being met by a human-like female in what she came to know as the medical room. Amii introduced herself and spoke to Tina in the most perfect English she had ever heard. It was almost too perfect, as if learned from a book. They did converse telepathically, too.

This was only the first of thirteen trips to the alien spacecraft over a five year period. Tina disdains to even consider her being taken aboard all these times as alien abductions. The first and subsequent events were an invitation to have contact and it was not without reason. On one of the trips after experiencing the blue light phenomena and then being met by her now guide, Amii, she was escorted to a large area that she became to know as the conference room, which was the best description she could give it. It was there she was introduced to another being named, The Elder. Like Amii, they both were quite well dressed in a striking fashion. Amii wore a blue kind of uniform with a type of triangle necklace. This garb was not unlike some more exotic forms of human attire, yet, it was different in its construction. The footwear was a kind of boot in form.They both wore a similar, if not same kind of necklace with an inverted triangle icon at the center. The Elder was attired in a similar type uniform with a different kind of footwear in boot form.  The Elder wore something else that none of the other beings wore: It was a kind of forest-green cape connected by golden sashes or ties. In addition, his neckline was crowned in a gold trim. Amii’s blouse was also gold-trimmed, yet was situated below the neckline. The hair of the Elder and Amii were quite like what humans wear, today. Otherwise, their bodies were not unlike us humans except for one striking difference: Their eyes. They were a deep, beautiful luminescent-blue and there was no white area nor typical irises, pupils, or corneas. They were also tall. Tina is five-foot-ten in height and while Amii was a bit taller than her, the Elder was taller, yet.

Then, the Elder began to speak. He spoke entirely by telepathy. He made it known in the beginning that speaking by voice was cumbersome and primitive. He also was able to communicate (as they all could) in such a telepathic form that included emotional feelings not unlike spoken speech! It was like an energy transfer. This was so overwhelming for Tina it took a bit of time to get used to experiencing. One most important observation Tina imparted, and I could even sense it, was this overpowering feeling of love like she had not experienced, ever. The sense of love was strong no matter where she walked or visited in the ship.

She saw many other beings on the ship, over time and was even given some limited tours. She also noticed other human contactees wandering the hallways, as well. One thing to note, however, was she was not in a position to speak with anyone else besides the Elder and Amii. Every part of the ship was well lighted and very comfortable to experience each time she visited.

On her very first trip, Tina was administered a kind of injection to her left leg. It did not hurt, yet it was not a comfortable experience. When she asked what they had done, Amii explained to her it was a gift. What Tina has noted, to date was since the time of this injection, she has not been ill or physically uncomfortable, at all. Upon returning home from the trip after the injection had been administered, she went to her doctor and stated that she seemed to have an ingrown hair in the affected area. It was then the doctor confirmed that this was not an ingrown hair, but more an injection of some sort. To this day, she still has that mark and a slight bump in that area of her leg. The contact with these beings appeared more to be an invitation than ever before. This, of course, peaked her interest to where she was looking forward to the next experience.

It came soon enough, when on one of the trips, Tina was ushered directly to the conference room where she noticed the wall was no longer an opaque white, as she had seen before. It was translucent and she could almost see beyond the wall to what seemed like space and stars with the earth below. That is when more of the questions that had been on her mind came to fore. She queried the Elder, as from where did they come and how did they get here. Moreover, she asked why they were here. The Elder responded that she would not have any concept of where they were from, as well as, from where.

One of the more enlightened conversations revolved around religion and why these beings haven’t intervened into Earth’s evolution or, at the very least, made their appearance known worldwide. The Elder seemed reluctant to answer. Upon continued questioning, the Elder became what can best be described as uncomfortable. It was at this time Amii actually entered the room catching Tina as the Elder projected a strong response that actually knocked Tina back into Amii by a few feet. The Elder, “We don’t want to be perceived as Gods!” It was also at that time Amii ushered her away from the conference room area. It was the only time Tina felt a wave of discontent energy resonating from the Elder. It was then it hit Tina that telepathically, she had been given the best answers she could have received. There was no common ground to understand from where or how they were here save one area: Why they were here. It seemed that these beings were actually guardians who were looking after the beings and earth to keep it from harm. Further, she now had the sense that the reason she had been given the invitation was to help her to achieve her path in life; the right and proper path. A path, as the Elder communicated, “We can put you on it, but you must walk it alone.”

Then, the revelation did not become an epiphany, it became reality. On one of her first trips, Tina was ushered into the conference room, attended by her guide, Amii to see the Elder. He did not speak to her, he just motioned for her to view the wall she had seen before. It was transparent! In stunned amazement, she walked past both Amii and the Elder to view the stars, space, and planet earth below. If the term, speechless was telepathically transmitted, she had accomplished this without effort, as it was well received by those surrounding her. It was now that she understood the Elder was putting her on a path. It is a path she firmly believes she is on, today. Tina now felt strongly that she was receiving knowledge that she was once one of their own species at some point-in-time in the past. Now, she felt more strongly than ever, this was one of the reasons she had been taken all these times. She had experienced a close relationship with higher vibrational beings. This would be and is a life-long invitation.

Suddenly, the trips to the ship to see the Elder stopped. Tina did not see Amii, again. She has not been taken or given an invitation in the last two years. Her only explanation is that she is on the proper path and, to this end, no further contact has occurred. It does not mean it will not happen, again, it is just not necessary right now.

Tina realized the Elder had not only helped open her eyes to the possibilities we have in life, she would have to consider to go public with her experiences. She has chosen to do so. This extraterrestrial invitation has not only been a life-changer, it has been a life-motivator. For a time, she became a MUFON (Mutual UFO Network) investigator in Nevada. It was through this career sideline she met some other like-minded people, including other experiencers.

Going public has not come without a price. Tina entered media and began to report her experiences, as well as, continuing her own research. She became so adept at hitting home with such a logical form of what is happening around us in ufology and paranormal activity, she started drawing attention. She became more of a public figure than when she was just a professional bowler. She is a “celebrity” and hates that term with a passion. As she puts it, “I’m just following the path they put me on.” That humbleness is the same reason why she pulled out of most UFO Social Media groups and doesn’t post much about her experiences.

As she broadcasted over radio more of what she discovered, she not only met with friction from other media moguls, she was being watched…by them. Some say they are the “men in black”, but Tina feels what she encountered was nothing more than just CIA (Central Intelligence Agency). Since she broadcasted more and seemingly accurate information from her sources (at times not realizing she had hit home), she was approached by some of these “men in black” who said she needed to not continue with some information she was making public. She was told if she continued, severe consequences could occur. “The desert is very large and accidents happen all the time out there.”

One evening, on I-15 north heading to work, she was pulled over by individuals in a large, black SUV. They were also dressed in completely black attire. She was delivered a very strong ultimatum to cease and desist and to be careful divulging classified, secret information. Well, she knew she had hit home, then. This was not a pleasant invitation, but Tina still found a bit of humor in this encounter. Tina is also quick to point out over all these years she has only had a few, what she considers small encounters. She also doesn’t feel she is that important when it comes to the knowledge shared by her inside contacts.

She later learned that when one is confronted by the “men-in-black” or as she prefers, the CIA, wearing white shirts that is one thing, but when one is approached by the men wearing all black, it is time to decide whether or not one wants to continue on a present path.

Although, Tina has contact with classified sources, she saw the clarity of the situation and has since removed sensitive information from her public reports. All she will say is there is much more going on than people would and could realize. Tina began with her slogan after the bumps in the road: Question Everything, Trust No One.

In January of 2015, Tina created her own broadcast networks and websites, KCOR Digital Radio and her own Restricted Airspace programs. They are heard and enjoyed by many in the Nevada, as well as, worldwide. She has grown the Network over the past few months with weekly shows and an array of broadcasters that have now grown to over sixteen. It continues to grow, today. Broadcasters are realizing her honest, reasonable costs, and business acumen is proving to be continually attractive. Now, this is an invitation to not miss, as I have participated and have enjoyed.

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Tina has also written two books, Alien Deceptions and Case of the Missing Sneaker with other great books such as Project Deep Core, and a book about her own personal experiences, We Are Not Gods, coming soon. Alien Deceptions is published and is available on Amazon.

The invitation to meet and carry on a continued connection with Tina Marie Caouette is my pleasure. In short, after all of her experiences, she places others before herself. I don’t know about any of you and I am not one to judge; however, how easily could others follow and support such a selfless path? Well, one thing is for certain, as a fellow experiencer and past regional tournament bowler, I plan to visit Tina this year for a fun-based, bowling match along with other events, hopefully. With well over a 200 average even in occasional bowling and not having bowled for years, I have been informed I do not have a chance. So, when the time nears, may I ask anyone in the Las Vegas area for a little moral support? Oh, we are both left-handed bowlers so it should be most interesting!

TINA AND ED

By the way, when we first met at South Point Casino in south Las Vegas, we had not seen each other. The moment she walked into the coffee shop, it was an immediate recognition and the first thing I noticed was her quiet, genuine smile. A simple, “Hi,” was all it took to make this history.

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