David Wilcock: Hi, I’m David Wilcock, and you’re watching “Cosmic Disclosure”. I’m here with my co-host, Corey Goode, as we go down the rabbit hole.
Clifford Stone never rose above the rank of sergeant while he served in the military. That’s an important point. But he was noticed by higher-ups in the military from the time he was a young boy, because of his empathic abilities, or, as he puts it, his ability to telepathically “interface” with the extraterrestrials.
When the military encountered extraterrestrial life forms, they entrusted Clifford to help with communication and facilitation with these entities. It turns out that there are many life forms and extraterrestrial species, just as Corey has been describing on our show.
Life in this universe is much more robust than we have been led to believe. Stone individually corroborates this notion.
So, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Clifford Stone.
RECRUITING MR. STONE
Clifford Stone: When I graduated in . . . it was first part of June, 1968, I got a notice from the draft board. And the draft board was telling me, “Greetings and salutations from your friends and neighbors. We need you to report for reconsideration at the Ashland, Kentucky, AFEES, Armed Forces Entrance Examination Station.”
And my mom was upset, says, “No”, you know. “I know you’re going to get in the military, and you’re going to wind up going to Vietnam.”
I said, “Mom, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m medically disqualified. And it’s still going to be the same.”
So I went there, and I passed all my written tests, you know, with flying colors, but I still had the medical problem.
There was a captain there that was the medical doctor, and he’d already told me. He says, “Well, you know you’re going home.” He says, “I know that you’d like to go ahead and serve your country, but there’s nothing we can do. You have medical issues, and you’re not qualified for military service.”
We had this colonel who was visiting from the Washington DC, area – I’m going to put it that way – who went ahead and told the captain, “Look, go ahead -” and it was on Friday, and it was Fourth of July weekend – “take your family, go on home, and enjoy the Fourth of July weekend. I’ll go ahead and finish up the ones here.”
Well, I was saved till last. Then he called me in, and he said, “You know, you have medical problems.”
I says, “Yes, sir.”
And he says, “Do you really want to go in?”
And I says, “Well, yes, sir. There’s a lot of people that don’t believe in this war. There’s a lot of people that don’t want to go. And I want to serve my country. And if I get to go, that’s one less person that’s going to have to go in my place.”
I said, “Right now, I feel every time somebody that doesn’t want to go ends up going, that’s a person going in my place. And if I hear that they get killed, then they got killed in my stead.”
And he says, “Well, what if I fix it to where you get to go? You can go ahead and fight it at any time. All you have to do is go and tell them that you have this medical issue.”
And I said, “You get me in, I won’t fight it.”
He says, “Well, remember, you got 179 days, once you’re in. After you hit that 180 days, you’re locked in. They’re recognize the medical problems, but you’re still in the service.”
I went ahead. I got in. I hit up on staying in. I passed the 180 days, then I went to Fort Jackson, South Carolina.
When I got to Fort Jackson, South Carolina, that was for my AIT. That’s Advanced Individual Training, and I was going to be a clerk typist. Not the dream of my life, because I wanted to be a helicopter pilot, but that wasn’t about to come to pass because of the medical situation.
But I went there, and I was one day in class, part of the second day in class. The next day, even before I got to class, they picked me out to go over and clean up the headquarters building and specifically the section that housed the intelligence section.
When I went in there, there was this guy there who was visiting, once again, allegedly from the Washington, DC, area. And he drummed up this conversation with me.
Well, my mom didn’t raise no fools. I wasn’t about to tell somebody I was interested in UFOs. And he went ahead and told me, he says, “Well, how do you feel about UFOs?”
And I said, “I don’t know. I don’t give them much thought.”
He says, “Oh, come now. Everyone thinks about UFOs.” He says, “Do you believe in them, or do you not believe in them?”
And I remember saying, “I really don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought.”
He says, “I think you have.” He says, “I personally believe in them.” He says, “Here, I want to show you something.”
And I looked at some of the documents and some of the records he has there. When I’m looking at it, I’m thinking, “This is not for me to see.” Because I did not believe I had a security clearance.
I knew what Top Secret meant. And I knew, by looking at those records, I was violating the federal law of the United States – the espionage laws.
I did not know what the other words meant following Top Secret. Now I know that it is identifying it as documents under the Sensitive Compartmented Information Program or the Special Access programs.
I did not know that prior.
Now, I told him, “You know, I don’t think I should be look at these. I don’t have a security clearance.”
He told me, “Son, I am not showing you anything that I have not been told to show you.”
I know now that from a very early age, somehow, some way, they knew I was having this ongoing interaction with – and I prefer to call them – “our visitors”. And it was the one species, but I know other species were interacting in and around with this one species.
But only one of the entities was to follow me throughout life. But even at that, there was always that other interaction with the other entities.
The reason that I feel that the military permitted me to get in – it wasn’t that they permitted me to get in. They have to choose people within the civilian sector that may not otherwise want to get into the military, that had this ongoing interrelation with “our visitors”.
What they used me for when they used me with UFOs, it was called “interfacing”. And that’s where you actually carry on communication with “our visitors”, whether they’re injured or whether they’re okay and we’re holding them until their kind come and pick them up.
But the whole situation is they won’t talk to just anyone. They’ll talk to these other people that have been specially selected.
And like I said earlier, you don’t learn this. It’s not something they can teach you. So they have to find people within the civilian sector, and then they have to entice these people to where they become willing to come into the military.
And a lot of times they may do this by appealing to your patriotic sense of duty or, in several cases, it’s even monetary gain. And when it’s monetary gain, every time I’ve seen that type of situation happen, it was because of family issues or otherwise people didn’t want to be involved.
And these people are very difficult to find.
The reason I know that – when I got out of the military, there were only seven in the military, including me.
You know, when I got into the military, and after I went through AIT and everything, I got to my first duty station. And when I got to my first duty station, I was very concerned, because above all things – even though my record said I could type 72 words a minute – I would hunt and peck, and I’d be lucky if I could type four or five words a minute.
So when I got to my first duty station, which was the 36 Civil Affairs Company of the 96 Civil Affairs Group at Fort Lee, Virginia, I went in and gave my records to my First Sergeant. And I went ahead and I told him. I said, “You know, First Sergeant, I think you should know right not, I can’t type.”
He looked at my records and he says, “But you can read?”
And I said, “Oh, yes, sir, “ or “Yes, First Sergeant, I can read. Not a problem there.”
And he took my records back in to the company commander. The company commander then came back out and said, “Well, tell me, son. Are you color blind by any chance?”
And I said, “No, sir.”
And he says, “Okay, just checking.” And he says, “What color of the uniform do you have on?” which I found to be a very strange question.
And I said, “Well, sir, it’s the AG44 Army dress green uniform.”
“So you’re telling me it’s green?”
I said, “Yes, sir. It’s green.”
He said, “That’s all I want to know. I just wanted to make sure you wasn’t color blind.” Nothing else was said.
Within a couple days, First Sergeant came back in and says, “Well, since you can’t type, what we’re going to do, we’re going to send you to Ft. McClellan, Alabama, to attend the non-commissioned officers’ nuclear biological chemical school.
Therefore, you’ll be the NBC, a non-commissioned officer for our unit. And it’s a three-week course.
And I said, “Okay, I don’t mind doing that.”
And he says, “But, of course, along with that, you’re going to be handling the communication equipment.”
And I thought, “Okay, fine. It’s better than typing, because I can’t type.”
So they went ahead, and they sent me to Fort McClellan. When I got there, we got to see some things, which I never actually understood how it would tie in to NBC.
They showed this film, “This right here is from greater than 500 miles out in space, taken by a satellite.”
Then they went ahead, “This is the United States taken greater than 500 miles out in space by a satellite.”
Then, “This is New York City taken by a satellite greater than 500 miles out in space.”
“This is Central Park, taken by a satellite greater than 500 miles out in space.”
“This is a man on a park bench looking at a newspaper taken from a satellite greater than 500 miles out in space.”
“This is the headlines of that newspaper taken from a satellite greater than 500 miles out in space.”
The date was sometime in 1968. And, of course, this was, I think, February of ’69.
But we wasn’t supposed to have this type of technology. I know now, from my research and hitting up on my documentation with the NRO, that we had satellites capable of doing this all the way back to the mid-60s and probably earlier before that.
But did not know it at that time. I was an innocent kid having no idea what I was being groomed for.
Anyhow, we finished school, and I met this guy. I knew him as Jack. He was a Spec. 5. And he worked for the US Army Security Agency. READ MORE