From: crd@netcom.com (Craig Dickson)
Subject: Stollman stuff
Date: Tue, 28 Jun 1994 07:00:57 -0700 (PDT)

Here's the Stollman material... enjoy!

Newsgroups: alt.paranet.ufo,alt.alien.visitors,alt.conspiracy
>From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Summary: The story of the Millenium
Keywords: stollman, invasion, ufos, clones
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest)
Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1993 03:38:13 GMT

I am posting this to the new alt.paranet.ufo group set up by Mike Corbin
and also to alt.alien.visitors and alt.conspiracy in order to let people
on the net who have followed my story and those who never heard it before
find out about the incredible things I am claiming have happened to me...

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Gary Stollman, and I am the
person who in 1987 jumped onto the live set of KNBC in Los Angeles,
California and held a toy gun to the head of TV Consumer Advocate David
Horowitz and forced him to read a statement about how the CIA and aliens
had replaced my family and friends with clones, and forced me illegally
into many mental hospitals.  Although the original show was pulled off the
air, it made the rounds of other networks after the incident.  I
understand it also made International news and the front pages of many
foreign papers as well.  

In that statement I had Horowitz read were examples of information I had
garnered about UFOs, which have been verified to me since then by
independent sources.  One of these concerned the status of so-called
"Hangar 18", the now infamous place in Ufology where bodies of the alien
crash at Roswell had been taken.  I was attending Lively Vo-Tech here in
Tallahassee, Florida in 1984, when my Electronics teacher told me he had
worked at Wright-Patterson AFB, and described to me in detail the kinds of
things going on there.  "Hangar 18", now refered to as the Environmental
Control Building, is one of the most highly guarded buildings on the
planet.  He described to me how guards armed with machine-guns rotate
around the edges of the building with guard dogs, so that as one turns
the corner, another comes around the other side at the same moment, so as
to keep a continual field of view.  Although he did not work in the
building, he knew a clerk who did.  This person told him about the many
alien artifacts contained in the building, and verified that there were
indeed alien bodies in deep freeze therein.  My teacher only relayed this
information to me after I told him of my deep interest in UFOs, and my
terrifying situation at that time.  He told me that he would never admit
to telling me these things in a court of law, as the government could make
things hard for him at his business.  He then told me, surprisingly to me,
that he believed my story, and said he was going down to Orlando to speak
to a friend of his in the military concerning it.  He believed me enough
to work out a password with me, in the event that he himself was replaced.
 
A few weeks later, after ascertaining that something was definitely wrong
with my instructor, he was indeed replaced.  I know this because when I
asked his clone for the password, he not only didn't know it, I could tell
that he had read my teacher's mind, because he tried to fake his way out
of it.  Although he didn't know what the password was, he knew the first
part, but then tried to infer what the rest of it was from me.  I didn't
say a word, as I knew that my real teacher's life might depend on my
silence.  But once again, I was faced with the fact that someone I had
divulged my experiences to had been replaced.  

In case you are wondering by now how this all got started, suffice it to
say that in 1981, I was attending Tallahassee Community College in order
to finish up my AA degree.  Events in my classes led me to believe that
there were people placed in all my classes keeping me under keen
observation for some unknown reasons.  At first I believed these could be
enemies of mine, which had been following me around the entire country for
many years before I ever got to Tallahassee.  These enemies were from
California, where I had moved from New Jersey when I was 10.  In 1973,
while attending Grossmont Community College in San Diego, I began to
notice wierd guys hanging around my apartment building, and following me
around town.  I suspect it all started on a bus trip around the country I
was sent on by my mom when I was 16, which was populated mostly by very
rich kids from Beverly Hills.  I made friends with a girl who some of
these rich guys were stuck on, and she dumped them for me.  After
practically murdering me in a motel room in Williamsburg, Virginia on the
trip, these guys swore they would get even with me if it took them the
rest of their lives.  If you don't think people like this exist, you need
to live in LA for awhile!  

Anyways, suffice it to say that despite having incidents occur to me, I
left Grosssmont in the summer of 1974 on a trip around the country to
check out colleges I might be interested in attending, using an
inheritance from my grandmother.  I didn't know anyone was following me at
all, until I stopped to see Shenandoah Caverns in Virginia.  As I was
coming out of the cave tour, I noticed a car from California that I
thought I had seen somewhere before.  not being one to allow anyone to
screw with my life at that time, I stood next to the car and waited.  When
the people who owned the car came out of the tour just behind mine and
started walking toward their car, they saw me standing next to it. 
Immediately, they all turned around, and ran into the gift shop.  As I
stood there watching them, it was obvious that they weren't looking for
gifts, but kept staring at me out the windows of the gift shop.  I wanted
to make sure, so I went into the gift shop when they weren't looking, and
stood next to some of them.  One of them asked if I was still there, and
before the other could answer, he noticed me next to them.  A look of
utter terror and hatred came over this person's face, and they just glared
at me.  It was VERY obvious they weren't in the shop to buy gifts.  I went
outside and called the police and asked them to send an officer.  When he
got there, I explained the situation to him, but he told me they had a
convicted murderer on the loose and he didn't have time to check it out. 
He offered to give me an escort back to the highway, which I accepted.  As
we were pulling out of the parking lot, the people came tearing out of the
gift shop, jumped into the car and took off in a frenzy in the opposite
direction.  

The NEXT time I saw that SAME car was in the underground parking garage of
my parents apartment building back in LA three MONTHS later!!  There was
no mistake, as I have an almost photographic memory, and made sure I would
NEVER forget that license number.  I was enraged, but took no action. 
Sure enough, some guys at the apartment started bothering me in the
billiard room not long thereafter.  I became afraid for my parents, and
moved them to another apartment building in West Hollywood, where they
live to this day.  However, people moved in after us, and guys similar to
those began hanging around giving me grief.  I was certain that this was a
huge conspiracy by now, but I didn't know just how huge until I went for
my second trip around the country by myself in 1979.  

This time, I knew something of what I was up against.  I had incidences
occur to me in LA which could not be rationalized out, except to conclude
that SOMEBODY had it in for me!  In two SEPARATE incidences, the SAME
truck swerved in front of me on the Santa Monica Freeway, and wouldn't
allow me to pass it.  It came out of the blue, and I had done NOTHING to
warrant an attack by a crazy.  This was the same truck which had done this
to me SIX MONTHS PREVIOUSLY!!  Obviously, I was mad as hell, but luckily
was able to manuveur my car around him before he tried to run me off the
road or something.  I walked into my dads store seething with anger, but
couldn't tell my parents what had happened, as I knew they just wouldn't
understand.  I had many, many similar incidents happen to me out of the
clear blue at various times before I left LA on my trip.

The trip was like a waking nightmare.  At every stop I made, people,
mostly from California, would barge into whatever tourist attraction or
hotel I was at, and start tearing the walls out!!  I am not exagerating,
either!  I took down so many license numbers at totally different places
all over the country that kept reappearing it was unreal!!  I finally lost
them during a hurricane, because I had 4 5-gallon gas cans in my trunk,
and could drive on through the night, while they ran out of gas, as that
was the time when all the gas stations closed on weekends due to the
supposed oil crisis.  Cars were towed off the highway left and right, as I
drove on I-95 from my aunts house in New Jersey to Florida.  

Suffice it to say that I made it down to Florida, and lived in peace for
awhile, but my enemies soon caught up with me.  I had people moving in
next door to me again, banging on the walls, and carrying on like nothing
I have ever experienced when around decent God-fearing people.  After
taking it for awhile, I started calling the police at the slightest
provocation.  They wound up getting carted away to jail to party.  I just
tried to ignore it all and get on with my life.  But these bastards were
not about to leave me alone!

This is where the part in Tallahassee comes in.  I honestly didn't know if
it was my enemies in my classes or CIA and FBI agents put there to keep an
eye on me because of my involvement in stealing signons from government
computer systems all over the country between 1977 and 1979.  All I did
know is that SOMETHING REAL FRIGGIN STRANGE was goin' on!!  I had NO
thought of clones at that time, simply that it was people put there to spy
on me and fuck my life up if possible.  When I had one of the women
counselors from the college call up the Sheriffs department, the guy she
talked to said to tell me it was what I was thinking.  I was supposed to
meet him at the court house later that day, and he would have told me what
it was, but due to my stupidity I got sidetracked, and by the time I got
to the court house, that officer had been replaced, although I still
didn't think it was clones, I only knew it was bullshit!  

The first time I knew something was wrong in my family was when I started
receiving crazy phone calls from my dad asking me if I remembered some
hotel with crystal staircases and such, as if we had ever been there,
which we hadn't!!  It was obviously crap, and I knew then that my father
was being forced to say that against his will.  It did not occur to me
that if he was being held prisoner somewhere somehow, WHO was running the
store?!  My moms calls also got bizarre to the point where I did not know
what the hell was going on, but knew that something was fucked up big
time!!  I didn't know what to do.  I knew the phones had to be tapped, but
visits to the local phone company office just produced more of the same
kind of bullshit.  It came to a head when I called up my "mom" in a frenzy
and demanded my passport out of their safe-deposit box.  It didn't sound
like my mom somehow, the voice was several octaves deeper.  I have perfect
pitch.  Suddenly, my dad jumped on an extension phone and SCREAMED, "NO,
GARY!! PASSPORTS CAN BE FORGED!!"  Then his line went dead, but my clone
mom said I was too confused and was coming down here.  I suspected it
wasn't my real mom, but had to be sure.

I made sure the following day.  When my "mom" came in the door the voice
was totally different, and the personality was totally different.  I
wanted to be absolutely positive, so when she went to sleep that night, I
tied tons of heavy string around the doorknob to my bedroom that even I
couldn't pull open.  The next morning, my "mom", without even calling to
me, almost took the door off the hinges with one tug!  That was a complete
giveaway, cause my real mom is the most gentle person in the world, and at
the very least would have called to me to ask me why the door wouldn't
open.  I wound up driving away from here into the night in terror!!

The first mental hospital I was forced into was a little one here called
PATH.  The woman counselor at TCC who spoke to the sheriffs deputy refused
to allow me to finish my AA degree unless I went in there.  Like the fool
I am and have been for so long, I did so.  Five minutes after signing
myself in, my dad called me on the pay phone for the patients, and asked
me if I knew if the LINE was being monitored!  I knew right then that was
crap for him to ask that, and after a few more minutes of nonsense like
that he hung up.  Then my sister called.  She told me something I couldn't
believe, that my brother-in-law, who she had just married and who was the
strongest willed guy I had ever known, had just lost his job because of
thinking that people were following him, reading their mail, etc, etc. 
The EXACT same kinds of things that had been happening to me.  I asked her
to put him on the phone.  I asked him what the HELL had been happening to
him, but he was so mentally destroyed, he had to give the phone back to my
sister.  When I hung up, I was madder than a March Hare!!  I went up to
the "staff" and asked to see all their id.  They told me they didn't have
to show me their ids.  I then asked to sign myself out of the place.  In
Florida, you can sign yourself INTO a nuthouse, but it is ANOTHER thing to
sign yourself out!!  Thre is a little clause that gives any psychiatrist
who think you shouldn't be released the right to put you on a 48 hour
hold.  The woman shrink there aske me to sign myself back in, and I
adamantly refused and demanded to be released!  She then went into a room
with one of the "staff", and another Eastern-type guy refused to let me
in.  He told me she was deciding on whether to send me over to the main
mental hospital in town here, then called Goodwood.  I immediately jumped
on the pay phone and called a good friend of mine at the FSU computer
center, and told him what was happening and told him to get me a lawyer!! 
A few minutes later, two Sheriffs Deputies came into the facility and
escorted me over to Goodwood.  When I got there, I was told I was on a
hold, and if I didn't sign myself in, they would get a court order to hold
me there.  Again, like the fool I was, I signed myself in, as I didn't
know what else to do.  

After a few days, the Public Defender, whom my friend had contacted, came
to see me.  He told me that if I didn't cause any hassles, I would be
released in a few more days.  He told me he would get a writ of habeus
corpus if they tried to Baker Act me, which would mean sending me to the
State mental hospital.  I found out later on that this guy was in on it
with them ALL!!  After a few days I was sent back to PATH, and shortly
thereafter released.  But boy, was I ever mad!!  I swore I would sue them
all to high heaven!!  Like a dope, I didn't.  And if I had, I could have
saved myself 10 more years of similar illegal incarcerations, some of
which were done to me by forging my signature on the admission forms. 
Some of these records have vanished, but I have obtained most of them,
including the ones here, which were denied to me previously, which is
illegal.  One of the doctors here though, wouldn't release the very first
visit to the nuthouse here.  I am OVERJOYED, believe it or not, because
that is one more CRIME they are ALL going to pay for in court!!  

Last year, my mom had a stroke, and is still partially paralyzed.  My
girlfriend was staying with me here at the time, but I had a nervous
breakdown because we didn't know if my mom would live for awhile.  I ran
out into the street, and collapsed.  The first people to reach me were
sincere in trying to help, but a few moments later, they all ran away, and
others took their places.  One of the first to reach me said loudly, "THE
NAME IS ZAPPA!!  FRANK ZAPPA!!!"  After seeing his picture on a record
album, yeh, it was HIM!!  I was placed on a stretcher and taken to
Tallahassee Memorial Emergency Room, and placed in a small room.  After
bullshiting for several minutes, my arms and legs were strapped to the
stretcher by various people.  After another few minutes of seeing who they
could trust, a "doctor" in a blue uniform came in, pulled my shorts and
underpants down, and took a scapel and made a deep incision in my penis in
two places.  I screamed in pain and bled profusely, but NOONE offered me
assistance of any kind or tried to stop it.  I was then wheeled back into
the ambulance, and thrown into Tallahassee Psychiatric Hospital.  I was
left in a small room bleeding for hours.  

I have filed a police report now that I am back in town, and am going to
have the scars on my penis verified by doctors, real ones, and then the
FUN is gonna start!!  I STILL have enemies of mine here living in the
apartment complex all around me, but soon they are going to be eating
prison food!!!

Fortunately, there is a good side to all this.  That is that I have
discovered that my enemies were into witchcraft, and that God and Jesus
and all the angels in heaven have just about solved the problem for me
now.  So there is a spiritual side to all this, and not just alien in
nature.  But a good deal of it has been.  I don't know how much longer it
will take, but I am working on a degree from Lively again, this time in
Computer Science.  I will be filing a MAJOR lawsuit in a few months, and I
have the proof of what has been done to me now, so.....

	Gary

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Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors
From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: INVASION!!!
Summary: Stuff to convince y'all that this is true...
Keywords: Stollman, Invasion, clones, ufos
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest)
Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1993 03:47:37 GMT

Here is some info which will convince  even the most diehard skeptics that
what I have been saying is true.   When I was in the hospital, the most
recent one in LA, Jesus told me he told the people I was Jesus or the 
re-incarnation, and one of the witches there walked by my room and
suddenly looked right at me and shouted, "OH, JESUS CHRIST, HUH!!"  Later,
when none of the pay phones would work for the witches, but would work for
me, he shouted out loud, "I THINK THEY GOT MA BELL!!"  Then, when the
Angel of my first girlfriend, Sandy Pope from Fresno, was standing in the
hall, he suddenly said, "I think I'm in REAL trouble!", she laughed out loud
like hell at him.  Another time, when I was being given a blood-pressure
test, I called out, in my mind, "SATAN!!", which I was doing occasionally
while in there, due to the stress on me, this big fat girl bent down next
to me, and said, "Don't worry, they can't hear me!" and proceeded to run
her hands across the lettering on my T-shirt.  She later changed from
being a witch to a servant of God.  I saw the Angel of Sandy, move in one
room near me to out of another at the end of the hall, in a fraction of a
second.  Sandy, as Jesus tells me, was killed by my enemies, actually
Jesus says he killed her to save her soul, so she could save mine.  She
has tried to help me many times in the past, but to no avail, due to the
immense forces against me.  At one time, I was in a motel room in Florida,
and I accidently locked my keys in the car.  I called the AAA, and it
sounded like Sandy who answered the phone, her Angel at least.  When she
asked me quickly what room I was in, suddenly the sound of the phone lines
being ripped out of the walls occurred, and the line went dead.  In the
hospital, The Angel of Sandy made a motion to me when I walked past her,
when nobody was looking, to come to her.  She asked me to shake her hand,
holding it out, and when I did so, she took my hand in hers, and closed
both her hands around mine.  I stared directly into her eyes, which she
moved back and forth.  When I started to look away, she said, under her
breath, "Don't look!" and continued moving her eyes across mine.  I felt
transfixed, and got scared and started to pull away.  "Don't move!", she
said, and after a few more seconds, she let my hand go.  A look of
exhaustion and sorrow came across her face, as she let my hand slip away. 
When I went into my room, Sandy started speaking through me, as Jesus has
done, because she had put her soul into mine from that little incident. 
She asked me if she could stay to help me, and I said yes. 

After I got out of the hospital, Sandy asked me if I wanted her to get
Carrie Fisher for me, whom I had sent love letters to in 1980, while
working on some scripts at the Beverly Hills Library.  Carrie showed up
beyond my wildest dreams 3 day in a row and we just eyed each other
through the book shelves.  I finally got up the nerve to talk to herin the
parking lot while she was walking to her car, but I made a dumb statement,
(I said, "Did anyone ever tell you you  look a lot like Carie Fisher?"),
and she got REAL mad, and said, "NO!", and walked away real fast.  She was
looking at me with love in her eyes before that, when I asked her if she
lived around there, and she said, "Yes!", but my stupid attempt at
determining if it was really her apparently worked TOO good!!  Anyways,
Sandy spoke to her, and told me she thought she was going insane to hear a
voice telling her who I was, and Sandy convinced her it was real, and
asked her to get on a special Angel flight to Tallahassee the next day,
and she would show her the wonderful place I lived in, and the sweet
people here!  During the next few days, Sandy described in great detail
how Carrie had been tormented on the flight by angels for being such a
rich snob and so forth, but Sandy had told her where to stay here, and
then met her in human form in person and showed her around the town.  She
took Carrie to the Governor's Square Mall here, where I had been barred
from going into, by one of my enemies who is now the Security Director
there.   When Sandy told her what he was, Sandy said Carrie RAN into his
office and threw off her wig, and told him who she was and who I was, and
told him to go to hell.  Sandy told me after she walked out, the bum got
down on his hands and knees and prayed to God for forgiveness.  

I took all of this with a grain of salt, even with all I had been through
all these years because it just sounded too damn wonderful to be
possible.  Then, the day before Carrie was supposedly coming back to LA,
I walked into my dad's pharmacy, and there was a woman aboout Carrie's
size, dressed up as an old hag.  I could tell it was a disguise, but as I
didn't believe it was possible that what I had been hearing could be the
truth, I merely walked over to the market and bought a candy bar.  There
were two old ladies in the store with this old "hag", and they were
watching her and me very closely.  As I walked back into the store, the
"old hag" RAN out the door past me.  I walked overr to the card section,
and suddenly my eyes were forced to look at a card that said, "EXCUSE ME,
DARLING!"  I walked real fast back to the front of the store and looked at
the old hag walking fast down the building, and asked, IN MY MIND, "Was
that the real Carrie Fisher?"  The two old ladies suddenly looked up at
me, and said to me, "Yes!", one right after the other!!  There was nobody
else in the store.  Then the phone rang, and the guy who works at my dad's
store, picked up the phone and shouted into it REAL LOUD, "YES SIR!!" 
When I looked at the two old ladies as if I couldn't believe it, they just
stared at each other in disbelief.  I watched as the "old hag" ran around
the corner and out of sight.  I was disgusted with myself, but felt helpless!
Sandy told me later that Carrie had come back early to see me in person.

After that, not only did Carrie Fisher show up in disguise at the
bookstore across from the Beverly Center I frequented, but soon after that
the Angel of Sandy Pope showed up as a salesgirl there under the name
Jennifer.  And BOY, when Jesus told me it was Sandy Pope, I just stared at
her unbelieving, because it was the spitting image of Sandy as she was
when I knew her at 16, only MORE gorgeous than you could ever imagine!! 
Over the next couple of weeks, I tried to get to know her, but found
myself, even with prompts from her, which only could come from reading my
mind, chickening out every time.  I just was just too overwhelmed by the
chain of events!!  Then Carrie Fisher's whole family sarted showing up at
the market across the street from my parents apartment, because she was
intent on marrying me.  I turned down her offer, like the fool I have
always been, but at least the phone lines were being run by the angels
then, so I was able to get in touch with my girlfriend and spend time with
her.  I regret to this day that I didn't have the nerve to ask Sandy's
angel out, but tonight Sandy is back with me again, in spirit at least,
and because I fasted this weekend for her spirit, she says she is here
now, and will soon be with me again, in some nice shaply form in person.

I could add more, but I want to give people a chance to take all this in,
and like I already said, I got to save something for my book!!

	Gary

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Newsgroups: alt.paranet.ufo
From: garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman)
Subject: Re: INVASION!!!
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services (408 241-9760 guest)
Date: Mon, 29 Mar 1993 11:34:19 GMT

visser@convex.com (Lance Visser) writes:
>garys@netcom.com (Gary Stollman) writes:
>+>It turns out the "invasion" is over now...God and all the angels in heaven
>+>are running the show!  Better start praying, no joke!!

>+>	Gary

>	Please, please elaborate on what you mean by this.  This is a 
>rather radical change of attitude on your part.

>	When and how did the invasion end?

>	I would also like to hear your views on whats happening in Waco.

*****

The INVASION ended when I was taken to this last hospitalization at
Cedars-Sanai Thalians in Los Angeles after Jesus and God took me over
(Yeah, I KNOW how that sounds!!) and drove me up and down all over
California through space and time in mere seconds and minutes.  Then God
had me stop my car in an intersection in South Pasadena with the engine
running, and after a few seconds Angels came along and threw me into the
back of an ambulance and took me to a hospital (not mental).  There Jesus
as my dad picked me up and drove me home.  The next day Jesus got inside
me again and caused me to do stuff in my parents apartment, which didn't
seem sensible to me at the time even, but I was under no control of my
own.  A PET team (from the nuthouse) was called, and I was taken over
(ONCE AGAIN!) to the nuthouse at Cedars and tossed in there.  THIS TIME,
however, it was Angels who brought me there, not CIA or whatever.  I am
sure of this!

While in the hospital, at first evil Angels or demons and witches L(which
have been a large part of what I have been going through) tried to destroy
me, only this time, God and Jesus were with me, so to speak, and Angels of
all shapes and sizes showed up and were present in the form of my first
girlfriend.  By this I mean that she "replaced" someone else who was a
normal person, which apparently they cn do as well as the CIA or aliens or
whatever the hell has been following me all these years.  Along with Jesus
appearing in person in different forms, she and the other Angels took over
the entire phone system, and everything else that was wrong and I have
been plagued by.  My girlfriend later showed up (after I was released) at
a bookstore in town, this time as a gorgeous version of herself (Angel),
to try to help me.  I also was being courted by Carrie Fisher of Star Wars
fame (the REAL one), which my angel girlfriend, who had apparently been
killed by my enemies arranged out of love for me.  I had met Carrie in
person in the Beverly Hills Library in 1980 while writing some scripts at
a time when there was a actors strike, after sending her love letters. 
She came to see me but I blew it in the parking lot after her coming
around for three days in a row.  I just used a real dumb line, but she
took offense at it and walked away mad as hell.  She showed up in disguise
at my dads pharmacy, and in the bookstore also, but when she asked me to
marry her, through me, I turned her down.  I have verification that this
all happened.  The Angels were helping her to try to get me.  Anyways, I
blew my opportunity, both with her and the angel of my old girlfriend, and
am now back in Tallahassee going to Lively Vo-Tech taking Computer
Science, as FSU wouldn't let me back in after the TV incident, but Lively
has a MUCH better program and they GET you a job!  I am in constant touch
with Jesus now, inside me.

Koresh is a nut!  Jesus, or real angels don't shoot at people with guns!!
They don't NEED to!!!

	Gary


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