On June 1st, 1996, John and Joyce Edmonds purchased a ranch in Rainbow Valley, Arizona. What has ensued for the past two plus decades beguiles all concepts of our reality. After twenty-three years, John has finally told his whole story. The story of Stardust Ranch transcends its geography and John and Joyce Edmonds themselves. It becomes a story for the human race at a very important time in our journey as a people on this planet.
Writer is offensive in pushing political bias under the guise of alien revelations. Most offensive is the claim that Hillary Clinton is involved in paedophilia and is actually a reptilian alien. Sorry I bought this as I feel like I just donated to the Trump party. Don't buy it!
I unfortunately only enjoyed reading the first half of Stardust Ranch: The Incredible True Story. Mostly because, for the most part, John Edmonds and his ghostwriting "co-author," Bruce MacDonald, (only in the first half) did a better than average job of relating some incredibly spine-tingling and deliciously creepy occurrences that supposedly happened at the eponymous Stardust Ranch.
Okay, maybe "supposedly" isn't quite the right nomenclature in this particular instance. Maybe it's just plain not at all fair to Mr. Edmonds, and the (presumably) scores and scores of folks who believe every single word of this book. But... then again, if you have actually taken the time to read it (or perhaps have previous knowledge of even just a sample of Mr. Edmonds' "Incredible True Story"), you really, honestly have to admit that much of the narrative is more than just a wee bit hard to swallow.
But then, who's complaining? Not me! Not really. Being a lifelong fan of all things paranormal or "supernatural" myself, it's not like I'm not thoroughly used to the farfetched and the fantastic when it comes to casual reading material. Heck! That's why I almost always eagerly devour books of this type. I mean, are you kidding? The more bizarre and way the heck out there, the better, right? I mean, RIGHT?
So, yeah.... Creepy doppelganger incidents at the ranch? Check! Numerous UFO sightings and bizarre animal mutilations? Check! Serial alien abductions by "the grays" of Mr. Edmonds and his poor, long-suffering (two and a half DECADES long suffering!) wife? Sure. Why not? Again, this is the kind of stuff I tend to scarf up like ice cream and chocolate chip cookies on shameless midnight binges.
So... great! Keep it coming, Mr. Edmonds (and ghostwriting/co-authoring buddy-pal, Mr. MacDonald)! Keep it coming, boys. I'm all eyes and ears. Let's have it! I will NOT laugh or call you liars. Not for ANYTHING, I won't. Scout's honor, boys. Scout's honor. Unless, that is, you completely and totally depart from the narrative and then get all preachy and full of yourselves in the last half of the book, that is....
Because alas, when reading this book, the really, really good stuff that is doled out so casually at the beginning simply does not keep on coming. It just... stops. It just... ends. And then Edmonds and/or his Canadian ghostwriter/co-author spend the last half (or, at the bare minimum, the last one-third) of the book philosophizing and... well, for lack of a better word, PREACHING, a veritable crap ton of new agey "conspiracy theories" and....
You know what? I don't even know for sure what some of the last half of that book is actually all about! In fact, after a while, a whole lot of the last few chapters of the book just started to come across to yours truly like a secular humanist sermon of gigantically hubristic proportions. But hey! If you've read the book and managed to get a lot more out of the latter chapters, more power to ya! For surely, in all your wisdom, "You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din."
And who the heck is little old me to begin with anyway, right? I mean, maybe most of it's actually true. Maybe... maybe it's ALL true! Maybe, just maybe, every single word in this book is absolutely true and certifiably beyond doubt or any sort of reproach. In that case, okay. Got no real argument from me there. I mean, I personally wouldn't call Mr. Edmonds, his wife, OR his ghostwriting co-authoring partner liars. I mean, I wasn't there to witness or corroborate ANY of it, so... again, what the heck would I know?
But here's the thing: I've got a few questions. Or concerns, maybe. Yeah, concerns! We'll call them "concerns."
Just for starters, never mind the fact that pretty much every other alien abduction scenario I've ever read about in my whole entire life almost unerringly strongly suggests that, when said gray aliens want to abduct you, they almost always get what they want. I mean, it's their thing. They do what they wanna do. Dude, you can't tell 'em who to sock it to! They abduct whomever they want to whenever and wherever they want to. Somehow, they just almost always get away with it.
How? Why? Who knows? "The government!?" Yeah, right. Look that one up in the dictionary under FAT CHANCE! Because, well... let's see. These mysterious, diminutive, highly advanced "grays/greys" can apparently cause their human subjects to phase, or somehow physically pass through, solid walls and ceilings when they want to extract them from their natural environs. Then they do their nasty (sometimes even kinky!) little "experiments," or whatever, and then they just put the people they manhandle (or... alienhandle, or whatever) right back in bed (or back into their vehicular apparatus, etc.), wipe the memory of aforementioned hapless guinea pigs, and then... well, that's that!
In other words, they almost always get away with it. I mean, haven't you read even half of the UFO related books that I personally have since I was like, 10 YEARS OLD? These abduction scenarios just happen. They just do. And sadly, more and more people come forward with eerily similar stories every single year. And the pattern seems to be pretty much the same. Give or take a few details here and there, of course. In fact, the only thing that does seem to stop the grays cold dead in their tracks is, believe it or not, invoking the name of Jesus Christ.
Yet... in THIS particular narrative, ranch-owning (apparently) badass former therapist John Edmonds somehow figures out how to not only prevent his wife from being sucked up into an alien spacecraft on one particular night (by reportedly spraying the underside of the blue-white light emitting craft with lead spewed from the author's trusty AK-47 - that he just happened to have had lying around for just such an occasion), but he later even intuits how to stealthily behead not one, but a whole SERIES of oddly unsuspecting, big-headed little grey aliens that simply show up at the house on his interdimensional portal-infested ranch on a semi-regular basis. Hmm. Well... okay! Why not, right?
Again, I SINCERELY LOVE READING THIS KIND OF STUFF! I really do! I eat it up, man! I read stuff like this all the time. JUST. FOR. FUN! To me, it's like the yummiest birthday cake EVER when you're seven years old! It's like... like consuming gallons and gallons of your favorite ice cream, and stacks and stacks of the best pizza EVER, and watching brand new episodes of The Mandalorian!
So really, the first half of this book is nothing less than a GENUINE TREAT of EPIC PROPORTIONS! Because... well, who knows if it's NOT true or not, right? I mean... RIGHT? That's the fun part about books like this, people! I mean, ain't it? Because as a firm believer in the paranormal, I got sick and extremely tired, as all get out, a very, very long time ago, of all the highfalutin, almighty "skeptics."
Why? Because there are just some people who wouldn't believe in ghosts, UFOs, aliens, Bigfoot, God Almighty in Heaven above, YOU NAME IT, even if any one of (or God forbid ALL of) the aforementioned came right up and smacked them right square in the face. It's just how some people are. Some folks are just jerks who believe absolutely NOTHING, unless it suits them or somehow furthers their own little agenda.
So yeah, Mr. Edmonds and the ghostwriting/co-authoring Mr. MacDonald both do an excellent job of piquing the interest of people (like me!) who tend to eagerly gobble up this kind of deliciously zany, off-the-wall exterrestrial-ly themed stuff, but then... they just seem to lose their way entirely. They get weird. Okay, weird-ER.
Not that there's anything wrong with being weird, mind you! Again, WEIRD is why I started reading the book in the first place. It's just that a lot of the stuff in the last part is just beyond bizarre, and... sort of preachy. For example, author Edmonds (or the Canadian guy... or whomever, because it gets incredibly hard when reading the book to tell who's actually steering the ship here), they start telling you that Satan doesn't actually exist.
Seriously! That's what they claim. In a book supposedly about interdimensional portals and evil alien visitors, a little over halfway through, they suddenly start lecturing about Lucifer! You know, Beelzebub, THE OG fallen angel, "the father of all lies," "the prince of darkness," THE FREAKING DEVIL HIMSELF!!! Yes, Ed and Mac actually contend that "Old Scratch" never actually even existed to begin with! So sayeth The Book of Edmonds.
So the Bible is apparently all just a collection of useless ancient Hebrew drivel (they strongly suggest, but conveniently don't actually state explicitly), and all the woes of the human race since time immemorial are actually all just the result of the nefarious machinations of a bunch of adrenochrome slurping interdimensional "reptilians" that have been messing with us poor, dumb, lowly human beans for literally THOUSANDS UPON THOUSANDS OF YEARS already! And we're (well, most of us are) apparently just too dumb to know it.
Duh!
But... wait a minute! Evil, soul-sucking fourth dimension dwelling reptilians who literally FEED off of the fear and gullibility of the lowly (and sadly unsuspecting) human race? THEY'RE the ones who've been messing with the minds and emotions of us poor, dumb homo sapiens for literally THOUSANDS and THOUSANDS of years? Hmm. Sorry, but... that all sounds kind of... well, SATANIC to me! But again... what would I know, right? I just read books. And I have an O-PIN-ION. Like all the fancy "skeptics" out there. And you know what they say; "Everybody's got one."
And that, my friends, is the sad tale of how I started reading a book that at first absolutely delighted me to the extreme, but then proceeded to unceremoniously drive me up a wall and nearly to tears in the last half. But again... maybe it's all true. Maybe there's some reason why no photographs seem to exist of any of the numerous alien bodies that Mr. Edmonds beheaded with his Samurai sword and then stored in his freezer.
You know, the bodies and heads that somehow always mysteriously disappeared from said freezer. Well... okay. I mean, like I said before; all that was actually part of the good stuff in this book. It's just the last half (or so) of new agey conjecture and secular humanist philosophizing that was so disjointed and way the heck out there that caused my original five out of five star assessment of the book to gradually drop way down to... only one.
Oh well, I guess. Ya win some, you lose some. Sort of like how some people just intuitively know how to sneak up on and behead aliens with a Samurai sword (that literally fell off the back of a truck that Mr. Edmonds was driving behind one day), and some people (apparently most of the rest of us dumb mortals) just... get abducted by nasty gray aliens every now and then. And are powerless to do absolutely anything at all to stop it from happening. Well... unless we tell 'em to STOP in the name of Jesus Christ, that is. Hmm.
Incredible read, brings exopolitics into the real world, now mainstream news stations are featuring stories from this ranch, ABC news and the like, due to the frequency of occurrences noticed by neighbours and not just John and his wife. This is real and Bruce MacDonald, cowriter, offers some very insightful commentary on what is actually occurring on this ranch, insights that affect all schools of knowledge, from spirituality, to physics, to technology, to religion and of course alien species and abilities that are beyond the comprehension of most humans! Humans are definitely not alone in this massive universe! The fact that many hold onto this notion is actually, harming our species in many, many ways. There are dangers out there and best we figure them out, before humans are pushed off this planet by species who find it quite inviting and would love to roam freely and perhaps alter the climate to meet their needs. WAKE UP humans, the Universe can be a dangerous place, the principle of survival of the fittest, may extend beyond this planet if you know what I mean!
What an amazing story. It blew my mind . One man's account of paranormal and ufo related phenomena summarise to accounts from Skinwalker ranch. Personally, I thank this man and wife team for their bravery and courage in coming out with their story and sharing it with the rest of us. I could not out this book down, gripping from beginning to end, I look forward to any further books to come from John Edmonds, with great anticipation.
If anyone is thinking about writing a book and skipping the editor, please stop. Please hire an editor. Find a friend to proofread. It’s really necessary.
I found myself asking a great deal of questions as I read through this book. Yes, it is a true story (had to check the cover to confirm this a couple of times) of John and his wife's experiences and battles with extraterrestrials or commonly know as Off-Worlders. The book is chalked full of truly unbelievable (yet true) events that take place on Stardust Ranch in Arizona. As I read though the book I realized that John and Bruce (co-authors) were barely scratching the surface of the exopolitics that exist in the USA and around the world. The last few chapters were very interesting and I would recommend it to readers who are ready to admit to themselves that homo sapiens are not the only life source in this vast multi universe. Buckle up....you're in for a ride with this book.
I read this book after listening to John Edmonds interview on the podcast the Confessionals. He's been through A LOT (and so has his wife). The book gets quite philosophical and dabbles with conspiracy theories but luckily doesn't get too entrenched in them. I probably agreed with 98% of his theories in the book, however the theory of Reptilians running things is always hard for me to swallow. I would say if we as humans stopped giving our power away to our employers, the government and religious institutions, then the world would change very quickly.
I have read a lot of ET books. This book took me to a new place. I highly applaud John for the courage it must have taken to finally share his experiences with us. All of what he says about our spirituality as a human race certainly rings true from all I have learned to raise my consciousness. Well done John and bravo to your wife for surviving it.
Really liked the first part of the book but the second half really lost me with all of the conspiracy theories. He sounded like he had a lot more experiences that he skipped over that I would have liked to hear about.
The first half of this book is an enjoyable read about strange happenings on a bizarre piece of Arizona land. But it gets tedious with explanations of government conspiracies, interdimensional species and themes. Still very well written about some very deep, difficult concepts. Good book.
As much as I want to believe this, it’s kinda out there. But it sparked a lot of ideas in my mind that I’ve since figured out, and though it may sound crazy, based on what I know about how things work, I believe them. It’s a very good book.
I’m not really sure what I read... it was interesting to see the different ideas proposed here. Some ideas I can see and some are just too far fetched for me.
Not just a story of supernatural experiences at an AZ ranch, the last few chapters come out of nowhere as a David Icke new age manifesto. Overall, still pretty interesting.
A lot of crazy stuff .. lots.. but even if I thought it was the most ridiculous story I've read about aliens yet, I still wanted to keep reading so the author did that pretty good 👍🏼