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oats and one appeared a week later in a meadow of long grass that hadn’t been
walked in or tilled for months. Finally, three weeks after the first swirls appeared,
he found an oval-shaped disturbance in a small field of potatoes. The morning after
the final formation appeared McCleary went for a Sunday stroll around his
property. As he walked away from his house a man appeared from behind a shed
and walked towards the startled farmer. McCleary was on his own and he felt very
uneasy about the stranger. He then realized, as the strange man came into view that
he looked as if he was “dead”. The “corpse” was dressed in a suit, McCleary
commented, that looked like it might have been fashionable fifty years earlier. The
stranger muttered a greeting to the farmer bout how it was a nice day. McCleary
noticed that the peculiar man seemed to be unfamiliar with spoken English. He
wasn’t from elsewhere in Ireland or North America or Britain, as the farmer was
well used to the different accents and phrases used by tourists from all three.
Instead it was as if the very act of speaking was troubling the stranger. English was
very obviously not his natural tongue, but it sounded to McCleary as if no language
was. Suddenly the stranger asked McCleary to ‘tell us about those designs in your
crops’. This puzzled the farmer. Who else was there with the corpse-like man Who
made up the ‘us’ he mentioned McCleary a man, who took nonsense from no one,
was still nervous about the situation, but he was also becoming annoyed. Who did
this sickly, skinny man think he was He chose to ignore the demand and instead
commented that he had to se about doing some work on his farm. Without being
rude, he was trying to drop a hint to the stranger that he wanted him off his land.
The stranger did not budge. He pointed out to the farmer that he hadn’t answered
him about the designs. Once again, the plural ‘us’ was used in his speech. Then,
chillingly, he told the frightened farmer that it was in his ‘best interest’ to tell him
about the circles, ‘or else’. The strange man seemed perplexed that the second and
third ‘bunches’ had appeared when the first ‘bunch’ already had. Wherever this
‘man’ came from, McCleary was at a loss for words. The stranger used for the word
‘bunch’ to describe the formations was more weirdness than he could take. It was
the final straw. He ignored the belligerent tone of the stranger, refused to reply to
his questions and walked away from him. He was never bothered by any other MIB
type visitations after this bizarre incident.
HC addition # 56
Source: Pat Delaney, Anne Griffith BUFORA Ireland and Dermot Butler & Carl
Nally “Conspiracy of Silence, UFOs in Ireland”
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